"Oh wow..."
Pat stared around his three large, muscular friends. What have I done? Or more like, why had he done it? And why leave himself out? He shifted his weight from one foot to another, feeling flustered.
"Du-hude," said Ben. "This is awesome! But... why just us? Why not change yourself?"
"I, uh..." Pat had no answer as the new baseball star echoed his thoughts. He stared as Ben continued to feel himself up, then shook his head and looked to Caden. The footballer seemed more bemused then pleased as he examined the jersey straining over his barreled chest. Pat meant to ask how he felt, but his mouth just hung open wordless, his mesmerised eyes wondering down Caden's broad chest, the rock-hard musculature clearly visible to his mind. Down his abs... to...
His head jerked as his quickly averted his gaze.
"Something wrong, Pat?" Ian asked with concern, but his voice seemed distant to Pat, drowned by the blood throbbing in his ears.
Being surrounded by all these buff, virile men was making Pat feel... weird. Okay, it was making him feel horny. Their muscles weren't the only things rock hard now. He shifted nervously, feeling his dick strain against his pants, his cheeks flushed, and moved a bit so a chair blocked the others' view of his crotch.
What's going on? he questioned himself, feeling a bit of panic as well as embarrassment. I'm not gay! And he wasn't -- he definitely felt attracted to the (female) hotties at school, as well as occasional sneak peeks at porn online. He'd never really felt this way about guys before.
But then, he'd never been in the same room as three friendly hunks before. His best experience with the jocks at school was to be ignored by them. And... it's not like he saw anything wrong with being gay; he knew Ben swung both ways, and maybe even preferred guys.
But... but...
Pat shivered. This is wrong. Isn't it? Why did I make them jocks? Do I really...? And then suddenly he felt his resistance break. Yes, he really -- he really was attracted to them. He had acted on a subconscious impulse and turned them into gorgeous hunks because that's what he wanted.
"I-I, I'm fine..." he managed in response as someone else -- he wasn't sure who -- asked again if he was okay. His hands trembled, and he clamped them on the back of the chair to keep from reaching into his pants.
Damn it... what have I done? Acknowledging that he was bi was one thing; what was he supposed to do? He felt so... vulnerable, surrounded by these big, handsome young men. The centre of their concern, their attention. He wanted to melt away for shame at how aroused he was, and how he had tricked himself into this situation. But at the same time...
God, I wish I were a horny slut. Then I wouldn't have to worry -- His eyes widened. "Oh sh-" His hand flew to his mouth; swearing wasn't allowed in his house, and he felt wrong doing so even when his parents weren't around. But more then the "shit," he wished he could take back his errant thought as his eyes darted to the rock in his other hand.