Trent standing in the doorway--only was it Trent? Paul felt vaguely dizzy and off center, as if everything where whirling around for a moment. This Trent seemed taller and more muscular than usual--no, Trent had always been about six foot and with a sturdy wrestler's build, wasn't it what he was famous for? The preppy jock guy who bottomed like a total slut? Yup, there was that same killer, irresistable face, and one thing he hadn't realized until now he'd been longing to see--Trent's surprisingly long and thick cock, revealed as Trent dropped his towel. With a cock like that Trent could easily be a top, and if the look on his face was any indication he was getting ideas.
Trent strode towards Paul and pulled him up. Paul looked up into his eyes and melted a little.
"Ever since you got back," Trent breathed sexily, "I've been dying to try this." He grasped Paul's ass and probed, bringing Paul to full attention. He ran a free hand down Paul's front and then lifted off his shirt. "You know, with some work on the body you'd make a killer bottom boy. I could teach you some tricks."
And then their lips met. Moans escaped Paul's lips. Trent was a master. In minutes Paul had given it up to Trent easily and Trent was fucking him wildly. After about 10 minutes of merciless fucking they both came and fell down on the bed together.
Trent smiled at Paul. "Well, we'd better get to work." And then started to get ready.
Meanwhlie, Paul's mind raced. The pills had worked! They had enhanced Trent's naturally sexy features and brought out his latent abilities. If only two pills had changed Trent into such a confidently versatile lover, what could more do?