After Nate had gone to sleep, Sam was having an introspection. How could he have
changed Nate? Obviously, it was the website's fault. That website was powerful, but it
could easily be used for bad purposes. Logging on to the site, he read the message,
"One Click a Day has already been used. Please return tomorrow."
Sam looked at the time. 10:00 PM. In two hours Sam would once again have access to
the site. In the mean time, he would go somewhere outside.
Striding outside, he cursed the rain that poured down. Sam had no car, so he would be
forced to walk. Going through a street with several buildings on both sides, his
composure was gloomy at the bad weather and the change he had made to his friend.
After a few minutes Sam entered a clothing store. Few people were in it, since the time
was late.
A man behind a desk whistled at Sam, "Woah, there, stallion! You look hot!"
Sam glanced with surprise at the older man, a friend of his named Mike and one of his
ex-boyfriends. Mike owned the clothing store, and he was pretty famous for giving
sweet compliments to convince his customers to buy his store's products. He always
had several gadgets hidden with him to show a man or women's "inner beauty" and
convince them to splurge on themselves. Sam wasn't in the mood for that. "Oh really?"
He grumbled, "I get that a lot. What are you flattering me for this time?"
Mike shook his head, "No, I'm serious! Look at yourself!" He turned around a mirror he
had handy, revealing to Sam a reflection of himself. "You look like a real stud in the
rain, Sam! I know wet clothes look good, but you've got me with a big stiffy, boy!"
With his upset disposition slightly melted, Sam looked at the mirror. It was true; he was
fucking hot. His tight white shirt that he had carelessly tossed on was clinging on his
muscles and showing off his torso. His arms bulged out and stretched the wet fabric to
its limits, while his soaking jeans hugged his rounded and muscular ass and monster
cock. Even his natural looks seemed boosted by the water. His dark brown hair was
sticking to his head while his piercing blue eyes gave his handsome and rugged face an
innocent beauty. Damn, he was sexy like this! Catching himself smiling, Sam realized
how hot he really was.
Looking back at Mike, Sam laughed, "You know what, you're right! I don't want to dwell
on my own appearance, but how can I ignore something that attractive?" Sam flexed
both biceps, bursting his shirt sleeves and laughing once more, "Come on, help me
find some clothes that will look good on me."
Two hours later after Mike had picked some expensive and revealing shirts and shorts
to show off Sam's sexy muscles and handsome grin, the two were hanging out as Mike
closed the shop and they walked out in the rain again. Sam laughed at Mike's jokes and
they were having a great time. A group of girls passed by in a car and whistled at Sam's
huge biceps, uncovered due to Sam's torn sleeves. Sam flexed and was rewarded by a
chorus of moans from the horny girls. "Hey, Mike," he said with newfound confidence,
"What would you do if you had the opportunity to change your roommate in any way
you wanted?"
"Huh? What kind of question is that?"
"Just a question of curiosity. Answer it for me."
Mike thought for a moment, "Well, I would change his...