Slowly taking one step over another, you blindly walk yourself to the altar to join Graham. Heart pounding nervously and with excitement, you walk next to the nearly-naked Graham and turn to him. "If we're going to do this, mine as well do it together," you say, looking down at the incantations inscribed on the altar. "Umm, can we do it? Do we just read the spell together?"
Graham looks down at the incantations and reads over the ones labeled 'no sacrifice.' "I think so," he says. "But it recommends we go bare, I feel compelled to do so, don't you?" he asks.
Looking down at yourself, in jeans and a t-shirt, you feel at the very least like you need to go in on this with Graham, but something on the altar also beckons you to remove your clothing. "I guess so," you say, pulling your t-shirt over your neck.
"Atta boy," he says, hands at his waist, patiently waiting for you. You sit down and pull off your shoes and socks, looking up at Graham's bulked shins and hairy legs. He slips his right hand under his briefs and gives his ass a scratch. "If we're going to do this, we mine as well go all out," you say, standing back up and pulling off your own jeans. "Do it right."
"Hey we wear the same briefs, must be a sign," Graham says, laughing. Looking at his body, you notice he's a decent amount more athletic than you, but in eager hope, you wish that this altar will change you both for the better.
Your eyes focus on Graham's package and see a slightly hard cock pushing against the black fabric with two balls slightly twitching behind it. Looking down you notice you too have some excitement protruding out. Chuckling you admit to Graham, "I guess there's nothing like getting naked to gain super powers. I admit I'm pretty excited."
"Yea man, me too," he admits, "we doin this together?" asking as he slips his fingers underneath his briefs.
"Let's do it!" you say, mimicking him. You push the briefs down as a cool wind blows through your naked body, watching Graham do the same. Fully exposed, you feel surprisingly comfortable at the action, even as your hard-on grows more in anticipation. The two of you kick off your briefs and throw them off the altar with your other clothes. Graham also feeling comfortable, you move over and look at the "no sacrifice" inscription; you notice there's one for duos and one for a solo. "I guess we pick the duo, one, huh?" Graham asks. You look them over and: