Andrew and Ben squeezed themselves back into their slightly shredded old clothes so that their changes would be less obvious.
During a second round of lip-lock, they heard Jason calling from outside, "Come on you guys - time for touch footie". Grinning, Andrew said to Ben "I'll touch more than his footie", and they both cheered "COMING!"
Jason stood on the back steps, football pressed against his chest. Hearing his mates come running he started to sprint away down the yard. Andrew and Ben quickly gained on him and tackled him from behind.
"Fuckers! No tackling" Jason gasped. "What the ...!!?"
Andrew turned Jason over and pinned him at the knees, as Ben came from the side grasping at one nipple with one hand and Jason's hair with the other before planting his tongue in the protesting mouth.
"Fff..mmmfff" was all that could be heard from Jason as Andrew opened his trousers and began to nuzzle his cock and balls. The grunts quickly gave way to moans as their friend changed.
As the last of Jason's body hair receded into a massively ripped chest, his skin darkened several shades and the tips of the hairs on his head bleached. Andrew tore away Jason's pants to get at the bulging red speedos, and then manoeuvred the cock out with his mouth for some serious attention. Ben sat up astride Jason's chest, so that Jason could lick the speedos revealed through Ben's own ripped jeans.
After a few minutes of nuzzling and nibbling, they shed all their clothes bar their well-filled speedos. Ben retrieved a bottle of tanning oil from the deck and they liberally dowsed each other, rubbing chest to back, chest to chest in a variety of positions to massage the oil in.
"Whoever thought speedos would taste this good" murmured Andrew as he played with Ben's butt, liberating an intoxicating mixture of oil, salt-water and perspiration.
"Man, whoever thought YOU would taste this good!" laughed Justin as he lapped at Andrew's juicy hairless balls.
"We are three tasty dudes" Ben agreed, turning over and pulling himself to his feet. "I think we should share these goodies around."
Andrew and Jason rose beside him, following him into the house, Andrew's right index finger hooked in the back of Ben's speedos, while his left hand fingers interlocked firmly with Jason's.
The door-bell rang.