As Nicky stared into his best friend's eyes, he felt a whole sense of attraction he'd never felt before. He had to have Marcus, had to feel him inside of him. As he felt Marcus' hard cock press against his own, he knew his friend felt the same way. As they both continued to hug and kiss passionately, Marcus yanked off Nicky's shirt and tossed it aside, offering a wolf whistle at the sight of his toned, hairy body. While he fumbled with his shorts, Nicky said "I can't believe we're doing this. I still can't quite believe we actually grew up into sexy, muscular men!"
Before Nicky could finish undoing his belt, Marcus broke free of his passionate embrace and cried "hang on, I don't even know what I look like!" He rushed to the edge of the stream again, squinting at the reflection distorted by the rippling water.
Nicky shook his head with a small smile, and a slight sense of frustration from being interrupted in their love-making. "Get over here," he said, picking up his small backpack. He upturned it and shook out its contents; his brothers mismatched clothes, a stray granola bar, and a small hand mirror. Marcus dove for the mirror and held it back as far as he could, turning his head left and right to get a better look at his stubbly, oval-shaped face. "I have some clothes here for later if you need them. But I don't know if they'll fit, I didn't think you'd grow up to be so, uhm, beefy..."
Marcus pulled a face before nodding in agreement. He thought he'd grow out of his huskiness when he got older, but it appeared that he only grew into a new phase of thick, brawny muscle. It seemed he'd be husky for life. Still studying his adult features, he said offhandedly "Sounds like you planned this whole thing out..."
"What? No! I sort of ran away from home when I realised nobody would believe I was Nicky. I came to the clubhouse because, you know, it's secluded and only we know about it. I didn't expect you to be here..." Nicky sighed and scratched the back of his neck, a little guilty at letting his friend get caught up in this mess. "I guess I should stop acting on intuition, huh..."
Marcus snorted. "You say that like this isn't the greatest thing ever. We're actual adults now! You know, I bet we're even old enough to get into bars now."
Nicky's sense of guilt was immediately replaced with a smug attitude. He boasted "Oh, we're definitely old enough for that! We might need ID, but they wouldn't turn us away looking like this!"
Marcus closed the hand mirror and tossed it back onto the pile of spare clothes. "Is it weird that I kinda want to get even older?"
Nicky picked up the shampoo bottle and twirled it in his hand. "It depends, how old are we talking?"
Marcus stroked his stubbly cheeks in thought, then said "I dunno, just older. Aren't you curious about what we'll look like as older men?"
Nicky shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose... But I don't know how this stuff works, or if there's a time limit or anything. What if it's permanent and we're stuck as older men?"
Marcus thought about it some more, then declared quite seriously "Well, I'm OK with it. It's a little thrilling to know it could be permanent. Sacrificing your youth, and willingly giving up years of your life just because you can... "
Nicky shivered a little at the thought. Watching his friend grow from kid to man in minutes was exhilarating to say the least. "I suppose I'm curious to see you grow up more, if that's what you want."
Marcus grinned and growled "Are you kidding? Bring it on! Make me old!"
Nicky squirted a blob of shampoo into his hands and beckoned his friend over. "Well you're the boss. How long do you want me to leave it this time?"
Marcus paused for a moment, then said with a twinkle in his eye "Surprise me."
Nicky rubbed his fingers throughout Marcus' damp hair, making sure to lather it up real good before dunking his hands in the pond and letting nature take its course.
They both sat and waited while the changes begun. It was subtle at first, his already hirsute body started to sprout more hairs, crawling up from his fluffy chest hair and sprinkling across his shoulders. Marcus smirked and said "Oh yeah, it's happening again...", scratching at the hairs creeping up his upper arms. His stubbly beard was getting denser, filling in the gaps of skin to form a piercing black coverage that was slowly but surely getting longer. His arms and legs were getting more robust as they pumped with heavy muscle. His thick torso developed more muscle beneath his beefy frame. Marcus crawled over to a nearby tree stump and sat down, his cock was already standing to attention again. Yet this time, he resisted the urge to masturbate, only barely.
As Nicky approached his bearish friend, Marcus unexpectedly swooped a large arm around his waist and yanked him closer with a seductive growl. Nicky chuckled and buried his lips into the man's furry face for a smooch. As they embraced, Nicky was surprised to feel back hairs tickling his hands. After breaking free, he noticed a few white hairs nestled within Marcus' beard. And underneath the bubbly suds atop his head, it almost looked like his thick hair was dissolving, his hairline subtly eroding away. As Marcus approached the big 3-0, Nicky almost reached for the bucket of water to wash out the shampoo. But he hesitated. He did say to surprise him, and it was clear that Marcus was hoping to be older than thirty. Plus, though he hated to admit it, there was a certain allure in knowing his best friend was growing older right before his eyes. He felt like coaxing him on, letting him keep aging until he was older than their parents, or even grandparents.
But this was his friend he was talking about, his bestie! He couldn't sit back and watch him waste his life away so casually, right..? Nicky's fingers loosely gripped the bucket handle. Should he douse him or let him continue?