Himbo put a pink banana hammock on and followed the others to the truck. The guys all climbed in the large cab, the blubber twins filling the back of the pickup in a tight squeeze.
Cunt sat low in the driver’s seat behind the steering wheel, making room for his Mohawk. His black leather chaps exposed dick in his crotch like normal. Next to him caveman wore a pink tutu. In the back, homo climbed in wearing a rainbow tutu, next to himbo, closing the door after.
The big pickup took off, creaking a little as they went. “I thwear if thothe boith gain one more ounce of weight thith truck ith going to collapthe beneath them,” homo lisped at the sound of the creaking. His giant afro was tied back, pressed back filling the limited space behind him. He looked over at himbo, who had taken his cock out and was holding it lovingly, looking at his hard, sexy member. “Well, at leatht you’re having fun, aren’t you himbo?”
Himbo looked up, and grinned, “Fun.”
Homo laughed. “You’re tho eathy to pleathe, give you a cock – any cock – and you’re happy.”
“Cock,” himbo parroted with a big, vacant grin. “I like cock.”
“Hells ya,” cunt agreed. “Cocks fuckin’ rule!” He gave Dick’s tail – still lodged firmly inside of his pussy – a squeeze with the muscles of his new sex.
“Well you’ll get no argument from me,” homo said. He smiled at himbo, who was the same age as him, but who seemed so innocent somehow, so child-like. “God, you have no idea how hot you are.”
“I’m a pretty boy,” himbo said matter-of-factly, excited.
Homo smiled despite himself. If anyone else said that, homo would say they were stuck on themselves, but himbo seemed so oblivious to vanity, as if he was discovering himself and others every moment of the day, and was in awe of the beauty of everything. “Jutht don’t let it go to your head, pretty boy.”
“Head,” himbo repeated. He held up his hard cock, and pointed to the mushroom end.
Homo laughed out loud. “Yeah, that’th your head, alright. And now that’th where you do all your thinking.”
Himbo looked confused. “Cock?”
“Yeah,” homo replied, “That’th your cock, it’th a very nithe one. You wath thmart, but you’re dumb ath a rock now, tho it’th a good thing you’re tho pretty.”
Himbo looked at homo, curious, still holding his cock. “Smart?”
“You thure wath, girlfriend. You were the thmartetht perthon any of uth knew.”
“I'm pretty.” himbo grinned, giving his cock a stroke.
“Yeah,” homo agreed, realizing himbo didn’t understand. “Now you’re ath dumb ath you are pretty.”
“Wow,” himbo said in awe. Everyone laughed, and he went back to playing with himself, his mind consumed with the act.