Thom went back home with his friend's faces hidden inside his bag. He came to a house devoid of life. Thom's family won't come back until late this night. Enough time to test out his new toys.
The masks tumbled on the bed. Thom has the original and three façades - but he’s interested in only one. Ryan Hodge's - the shy and meek vocalist of the band. Thom can't contain his excitement as he rested the mask on his face.
The mask laid warm on Thom's face. The mask did its magic, and Thom woke up naked in his new body. A sense of comfort and strangeness dawned over Thom. He knows where his body parts are, but the change in sizes unnerved him. He stood in front of the mirror and noticed a slight increase in height.
Ryan could be the most handsome guy in town. Thom knows some of the girls back in college tried to woo him - but he's too dense to see their advances. Not to mention, romantic relationships are out of his realm. He's not interested in that sort of thing.
It's a waste. With a handsome face like this, even Thom used to fall for him. He liked the acorn shape of his face, the metallic copper of his hair, and the dorky freckles scattered on his cheeks and chest. His voice is a rarity. That must be why it always feels like a blessing when heard. Thom cooed as he gave himself a toothy smile. He looks so cheeky. Ryan is an untapped resource - ready to be mined with a touch.
Thom started with the nipple - soft and pink, which perked at the slightest of touch.
Good lord, was he this sensitive? A touch alone sent ripples surging across his body. Thom touched the other nipple and found himself collapsing in the inference of clashing sensation darting inside him. He rubbed and fondled - circled in the circumference of his pink areola. His nipples are the epicenter of pleasure, and his uncut flaccid dick was the first to receive the waves.
Despite having such handsome features, Thom wasn't impressed with Ryan's package. It is an inch bigger than his previous one, which is tough to admit, but it's not much, to begin with.
Thom cursed at himself for being wrong and for having his pride as a man damaged. They say two men are destined to be placed in two categories - shower and grower. Thom is neither; his flaccid 4-inch does not grow much beyond the engorged 4.5. Ryan's 4.5-inch is steadily increasing, and it keeps doing so, much to Thom's pleasure and chagrin. As it moved beyond the 6-inch mark, the head rose out from its prison of foreskin. It became thicker than his combined five fingers.
The growth stopped, but Thom thought it could get even bigger if he continued fondling himself. He walked closer to the mirror and admired how hung he was. His dick feels so discordant with the rest of his features. This is the package of a muscular bear - not a twink.
"Why is life so unfair?" thought Thom. What's the use of complaining now when he has this dick ripe for the taking.
Thom cusped his smooth large balls while the other hand grabbed the long fleshy rod. His dick is so thick that his fingers can't fully grope it without squeezing his dick tight. Thom didn't complain. More flesh, more pleasure. This is apt, considering that he's starting to squeeze more pleasure as he began to stroke himself.
"Ah! Ah…" moaned Thom in Ryan's breathy voice. Hearing himself is already enough to add another inch to his ever-growing dick.
"Oh… Fuck!" moans and curses filled the basement as Thom pleasured himself. His dick is so long that he could practically kiss it. Then it dawned on him. Ryan was a gymnast from their high school days. That means…
Thom bent over and realized how flexible his back is. He folded over, which gave him the distance to swallow an inch of his dick. It has a hint of brine - salty undertones in a meal of wet flesh. He tongued around the head where the more pungent tastes hid. He licked it all clean.
By this time, his dick should have stopped growing. Right? No, it's 8-inch right now, and it's still growing - boring deeper Thom's mouth. Although, Thom could already feel the limits of his length peaking.
Thom's tongue lashed like hungry tendrils. It rolled around, coating the girth with a dripping coat of saliva. With his tongue doing more grunt work, this left a space for his left hand to do other things like returning it to fondling nipples.
The pleasures are in constant discord. It drowned Thom’s mind and muddied his focus. And yet, Thom pressed on. He could feel it coming - the great wave foaming at the base of his pole. It crawled slowly, and Thom tried to stop it from releasing. But it was far too strong.
Hot cum exploded on his mouth, and Thom licked whatever his tongue could reach. He swallowed most, but some dripped at the sides of his mouth - staining the blanket where the cum drops landed.
Thom splayed on the bed, arms and legs outreached while his dick retreated on its flaccid length. His mind is still murky, but one truth remained clear - that was a fantastic climax.