Ryan finished loading the coolers with cans of beer. His roommates, Dante and Josh, were outside tapping the kegs and hooking them up to hoses. Ryan and Dante's girlfriends, Alexis and Jessica, were putting the last minute touches on the decorative lighting and music playlists. Ryan walked over to Alexis and admired her slim and curvy body from behind. He subconsciously flexed his muscles, trim and toned from years of swimming and running. Would it be too much to run upstairs for a quickie before the party? He had a sneaking suspicion Alexis would say no. Since Dante was her brother, Ryan also had a feeling Dante would have an issue with it as well. Alexis straightened up from leaning over the speakers and turned around. She smirked and rolled her eyes. Busted.
"I take it the coolers are full?" she asked Ryan knowingly.
"Yep," he answered. "Music all set up?"
"For the most part," she answered with an uncertain frown. "Although I am worried there's too much basic white girl music on there."
"Babe," Ryan said slowly, gesturing to her pale white arm, "you kind of are a basic white girl."
"I am not basic!" Alexis retorted a little too forcefully.
"Says the girl who has had not one but two Pumpkin Spice Lattes today alone," Jessica chimed in snarkily without looking away from testing the strobe lights. "Face it, girl, you're basic."
Alexis huffed and yelled, "Dante, your girlfriend and roommate are picking on me!"
Dante, having just happened to lumber in from outside, did not even try to come to his sister's defense and instead replied, "If it's about you being basic, then they're just stating the obvious." Ryan and Jessica laughed while Alexis merely chuckled in defeat.
"I hate all of you," she grumbled.
"Nah," Ryan countered. "Otherwise, you wouldn't put up with me!"
Alexis turned to him and said, "No, sweetie, I put up with you because you're nice to look at."
"Just look at?" Ryan quickly asked with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow.
"And on that note," Dante quickly interrupted, "Ryan, how about you go help Josh finish up with the last of the kegs?"
"Got it," Ryan answered just as quickly. It wasn't a question or even a suggestion from Dante his roommate. That was an order from Dante his girlfriend's older brother. Ryan walked outside and found Josh struggling to tap the last keg in the backyard. Ryan stared at Josh a little out of amusement for a moment or two. Josh was smaller than Ryan was in the muscles department and unfortunately for him, the ladies did not seem to give him a second glance. Ryan and Dante privately took pity on the baby-faced clean-shaven guy. But they never would voice their pity aloud to him. The chip on Josh's shoulder was big enough already. Right now, however, Ryan wasn't quite sure what Josh was even doing. It didn't look like he was doing it right, whatever it was.
"Need some help?" Ryan asked.
"No," Josh grunted through gritted teeth. His face was flushed red as he struggled to screw the tap securely on. His small muscles strained as he pulled.
Ryan took a step forward and said, "This is too painful to watch. Let me help."
"I...ugh...got it!" Josh grunted again irritably. Ryan ignored him and grabbed the tap and began to turn in the same direction as Josh was trying to do. Suddenly, Ryan's muscles tensed up more intensely than he meant to, and the tap audibly snapped off the keg. Some beer managed to spurt out and hit both Ryan and Josh in the face.
"Fuck!" Josh grunted. He threw the now broken tap onto the ground and tried to shake the beer off his hands. He began wiping off his face. "I told you I got it! Now it's fucking broken!"
Also wiping the beer off, Ryan calmly said, "No worries. I rented an extra tap for this exact reason. I'll pay for the broken one. All good." Josh irritably stared at Ryan as he inhaled deeply. His chest and shoulders rose up and down with each breath. Curiously, they didn't seem to go down as much when Josh breathed out. There was some beer on the front of Josh's white shirt, making it stick tightly to his thick chest. Not that Ryan found himself complaining. It was actually a really good look for Josh. Would he look just as good without that shirt on?
Wait, thick chest? And had Ryan been checking Josh out? No, of course not. Ryan wasn't gay. He was just appreciating how his roommate seemed to have been spending more time at the gym lately, and how the damp shirt seemed to hug Josh's body in all the right ways, and how Josh's thighs seemed thicker and more powerful, and how Josh's beard seemed to frame his face so handsomely.
Fuck. Ryan closed his eyes as he felt a strange thrill wash over him. He could feel his cock growing stiff in his pants. His clothes seemed to be getting tighter on him, too. Damn, he was horny all of a sudden. He opened his eyes. Josh was still breathing deeply. But the look in his eyes wasn't irritation. It was lust. Ryan could barely process that Josh had gained about a foot in height, nearly a hundred pounds of muscle, and a thick, trimmed beard. Ryan failed to notice that the same had been happening to himself as well. The only thing that Ryan suddenly cared about was how hot his roommate was. And Josh seemed to feel the same about Ryan.
Within seconds, the two planted their lips against each other and were pawing at each other's bodies. Ryan and Josh continued to grow more and more. Their clothes started to tear in places. But they paid no attention to that. They ground their growing hard cocks against each other. The pleasure seemed to build up, and all of a sudden, the dam burst. The two guys started cumming in their pants without even touching their cocks. Both of them moaned into each other's mouths as they came. Another wave of pleasure coursed over their bodies forcing another orgasm out of them. Ryan leaned his head back, barely recognized that his face started to push out a little, and...