"Hey Harry, what's up?"
Zach spoke the moment the phone was answered. Voice still deep, still containing that particular Irish accent that he took pride in. Harry felt his cock throb from the voice alone. So aroused from the sound of his hairy stud of a friend. But he was still also anxious, torn on it all. Was it really okay to fully give in? He had been fighting it for so long. Was this how he was going to go down? He could still hang up. Still try to resist, maybe climb out his window-
"You nervous or something?"
"Y-yeah. Very."
"Why?"
Tackling the problem right away, Harry continued to be surprised by how much Zach changed, and how much he still remained the same. Guess there was no escaping it, and he did tell his family he'd start training anyway.
"I... I don't know. I'm just scared."
"Scared? Of changing?"
"Yeah... of that."
"Hahaha, that it?"
'That it?' Zach made it sound so simple. But... maybe it really was that simple.
"What do you mean?"
"Just answer me. Do you like looking at big, hairy, stinky guys?"
His cock throbbed, picturing Zach in his full glory. His broad body. Strong arms. Chest full of thick hairs.
"You like jerking it to them?"
His mind went to last night. Hand now resting on his cock, gripping it as he continued. Putting into practise the strokes he learnt from Zach. Slow and calculated movements, maximizing the pleasure as he already starts to leak pre.
"Want to stuff your nose against their bodies and get that scent?"
His head turned to his own pits. Wet from the night spent in this apartments heat. Stinking worse than before, or rather stinking better than before. His nose pressed close to them. Taking a deep whiff of his own primitive smell. Harry moaning, and Zach letting out a chuckle.
"Think I'm hearing my answer."
"Yeah. Yeah you are."
"Then why resist it? You want this, don't you?"
He couldn't deny it anymore. Yeah, he really did. He wanted to be another hairy smelly jock like everyone else around him. He wanted to be as confident and sexy as them. To no longer have this annoying doubt nagging at him.
"I do. Can you help me out?"
"I said yesterday, I'd help you train."
"Thanks Zach. So where do we start?"
The two were grinning, Zach answering back.
"Well..."