"Come on, I'm getting tired of looking at these fags," said Ben. "Let's go back to my house and do something."
"Yeah, okay then," agreed Jason.
The 3 boys began to walk to Ben's house, but Andrew couldn't help but give one last look at the gay couple. He smiled but then scolded himself; he wasn't a homosexual.
Once they reached Ben's house, they decided they'd kick the football around the backyard. As Ben and Jason went out the back door, Andrew said he needed to go to the toilet and would be out in a minute and he quickly walked to the bathroom.
After relieving himself, Andrew rinsed his hands and picked up the hand towel to dry them off. "Shit," he muttered as he clumsily dropped the towel. He bent over to pick it up and from behind him he heard a loud ripping sound. Panicking, he quickly ran his hand over his ass. His pants had split open and he could feel his boxer shorts' material against his hand. He looked over his shoulder into the mirror to see how big the hole was.
The hole had opened up half of the rear of his pants. It was almost as if his ass had grown and torn right through. Odd, he thought to himself, I could have sworn I put on my blue boxers today. Yet clearly through the hole in his pants he could see red material. Suddenly, he felt like he was being choked. His shirt was tightening across his chest. He just managed to pullit over his head. His mouth dropped open in shock when he saw his body. His chest hair had all disappeared, but his skin now was tanned and he had a distinct 6 pack across his chest. Most men would have welcomed this change, but not Andrew. In his opinion, the ultimate gay male is a guy who works out to get abs and who wears Speedoes all of the time. Anyone who wore ear rings etc, he considered to be female. In fact, Andrew was such a homo phobe that he believed homosexuality was contageous and kept his distance from all gay guys.
But it was too late for Andrew, for he was rapidly turning gayer by the second. He fidgetted with his shorts. He desperately wanted to take them off and release what lay below. He managed to get a hold on himself, but to his horror, his boner slowly was pushing open the front of his shorts. He lowered his hands to keep his pants front closed, but hismind was telling him to rip them off. He couldn't hold it in; he tugged the shorts open and let the shreds fall to the ground. Now, he was left standing in his red boxer shorts that seemed to be shrinking, until they had taken on the position of a pair of skimpy briefs. He smiled as the material changed to a nylon spandex and hugged him tightly like a second skin.
He now looked like his image of a gay guy; a muscular hunk in tight fitting Speedoes and even now he was beginning to think about his two friends in the yard sexually. One thing was left; because Andrew always assumed homosexuality was some kind of disease, it WOULD be for him. And he desperately wanted to spread it...