Jeff thought about how he had masturbated thinking about Mr. Pentup. He thought about how he liked Mr. Pentup looking at him. He wondered whether he was gay; yes, he thought he must be gay. Then he thought he would see how it would be if he made someone else gay. He wanted his brother to share his feelings. He set the chronivac to the "clearly gay" setting and typed in Jason's name.
Jason was cruising in his car feeling very manly with his new fur. He had stripped to the waist and was letting the rays bathe his body. As he rounded the corner, he saw some guys playing tennis on the courts; they were barechested in the warm weather. Jason checked out their bodies. Some were incipiently hairy--just a trail on the belly, obvious frizzing of the nipples, and a little patch in the center of their chest. None were as hairy as he. Jason liked looking at all of them, hairy or not. He slowed down and even parked the car. He liked looking at the sweat streaming across their gleaming bodies. He said to himself, "Why the fuck am I doing this?" But he was riveted by their bodies: nice tight asses, not like a woman's curves; strong, frizzy legs; sharp, muscular bodies; the alluring shadow of beards. Jason caught himself and moved on.
He needed new shorts and stopped at a sporting goods store, pulling on a shirt to cover his hairy torso. As he walked through the aisles he saw a rack of Speedos. They looked so appealing. Jason thought, "I'd like to see what I look like in one of those, just for kicks." He chose a rich red one, then took along a black one too to the dressing room. As he slipped on the Speedo, he relished his hairy bod. The Speedo really made it stand out. But it was too big; he needed a smaller size, he thought. He wanted his balls to bulge, the line of his dick to be visible. He picked out a few smaller suits and tried them. He looked great, but he thought, "Why am I doing this?" Still, he bought two Speedos after lingering in the dressing room admiring himself. Then he saw a rack of jockstraps. He thought, "Guys don't wear straps that much anymore. I don't need another one." But he really like looking at the pictures on the packages, modest as they were. He felt strangely attracted to the pouch and leg straps. "Yeh," he thought, "it feels good and tight to be wearing a jock." "Jockstrap," he thought. The name was strangely erotic to him now. He liked how a jock framed a guy's ass and bulged his dick. Jason's balls seemed to have grown larger with the transformation, and he now thought, "Yes, I need several more jocks." He picked out five of them in different colors and styles.
Back home, Jason thought he better hide the bag of Speedos and jockstraps as he entered the house. He folded the bag tightly and wondered why he had felt so compelled to buy so many items. As he sauntered into the living room, he thought Jeff was looking strangely at him. He thought Jeff looked really sexy. "Hey bro, how's it going?" "What's all that stuff in the bag?" asked Jeff. "Oh, just some shorts and stuff," replied Jason. He looked again at Jeff and thought, "My brother's really a stud."
Jason was feeling horny and he was thinking back about the shirtless tennis players. "What the fuck!" he said to himself as he went into his bedroom and locked the door. I need some porn to help me rub one out. He turned on some of his favorite porn videos. "A little tit and pussy and I'll be all right," he thought. But his dick wasn't responding. The soft, hairless bodies did nothing for him. The long hair and passive bodies were boring. Cunts were uninteresting. Instead, he focused on the guys doing the fucking, studying their hard bodies. "Why so many ugly guys doing the fucking?" he thought. I'd like to see some attractive studs. He really liked looking at the dicks and wondered what it would be like to suck a dick. Balls had become very fascinating to him. He liked all of them, but especially the low hangers that swayed like heavy ball bearings as the guys fucked. "Guys are so handsome," he thought. And then, "Fuck, what's going on with me?" But his dick was getting stiff as he looked at the guys. He thought, "Guys are so fucking gorgeous!"