"Jennifer?" Her boyfriend Tag calls through the door. Little did he know that calling her name triggered some startling changes for Jennifer.
When he opened the door, he was shocked to find a very hot, muscular, tanned beach boy wearing nothing but a choker, ankle bracelet, and pink speedo smiling back at him with perfect white teeth. His blonde spiked hair was a little longer than most who wore it that way. His eyes were a deep, bright blue. His nipples were both pierced, and Tag noticed this hot beach boy had a tribal tat around one bicep, and on the other a tat of a heart with a name in it. Tag looked closer, and saw it had his name in the heart.
"Uh..." Tag stuttered, his mouth hanging open and unable to take his eyes away from this hot boy in front if him. He noticed the hot muscle boy's cock stretching the fabric of his speedo - he looked well hung... and then Tag felt himself getting hard. He tried to hide his excitement, afraid of letting anyone know his secret... that he was bi... but more gay than straight. "Uh.."
"What's wrong hot stuff?" 'Jennifer' got up, sexily. Her - 'his' voice sounded like the stereotypical gay beach bunny.
"Uh..." Tag shook his head, trying to clear it. He felt like he was on some kind of drug, this was his ultimate fantasy. Finally he cleared his head enough to choke out a few words. "Uh, I was looking for Jen?"
The beach boy licked his lips looking Tag up and down. He couldnt' wait to top Tag, who he somehow knew to be a total cocksucking bottom. "Who needs Jen when you got me, stud?" He walked over, seductively, putting a hand on Tag's hardening crotch.
Tag gulped. His head was spinning. The boy moved closer to him, a good two inches taller... eyes as clear as a tropical lagoon... and a musk just as pleasing. He couldn't pull himself away, it was like he was made of metal and being drawn to a powerful electromagnet.
"Fuck" was all Tag could say as 'Jennifer' rubbed his hardening cock through his jeans.
The boy smiled coyly. "Is that an order, stud?"