You feel an intense pressure around your waist, but you're too focused on the pattern spinning on the TV screen. Unbeknownst to you, your buddy and all the other bar patrons are feeling the same pressure around the waist. The bartender smirks through his dark black beard and rubs his hands together in excitement. He's been looking for a new demographic lately, and if they weren't going to come into the bar he would simply have to create them. As you stare at the TV, you undo the belt, and just leave it to hang around your waist.
You hear a popping sound and feel a release around your waist, like a bunch of pressure was just released. In your trance, you look down and see the button is gone off your jeans. You instinctively unzip the fly, as it just feels more comfortable right now to leave it undone. You look back up at the TV, and see pictures of burly, hairy men. They're husky, looking strong but not overly muscular, definitely the type that eat well. You feel a tenting in your underwear, and the TV lights up again. You reach over to your buddy's crotch as you see his hand reach towards yours. Soon, you're stroking eachother's dicks through your boxers as they get harder.
You stare into your buddy's face, and see how childish he looks. You see him staring back into you, inquisitively. Something looks wrong with his face. You stare at it, not noticing that as you look he seems to be changing right in front of you. It's dark, so it's hard to see, but you can almost make out wrinkles starting to form in his face. The youthful edge is being lost, as his hairline recedes some and the front hairs start to turn gray. His eyebrows become thick and bushy, and a stream of hair erupts out of his face as a very thick gray mustache protrudes from his upper lip. It covers his mouth. He looks more stern than ever before, staring into you. For a split second you feel a cold chill go down your back, but ignore it.
The TV above makes a sound as you look at it again, the psychedelic imagery returned. It's easy just to watch it and slip away. As you do, you feel bigger, like as if you're taking up more presence. You feel your buddy's hand retract from your dick, and you pull your hand away too. It's like you're isolated in space, just you, watching the flashy pictures on the TV. You get a strange feeling suddenly, like someone is stripping you, but you shrug it off and continue to watch the spiral. Suddenly, you feel cold fabric against your hairy flesh, but if feels natural. Smooth, with a bit of a rough edge. It's comfortable.
Gradually, the imagery subtly fades out, and you find yourself back at the bar where you were. You see the sports game back on TV, just some straight guys playing baseball. "Ey 'tender, can ya put on some wrestlin'?" you ask in your gruff voice. He nods at you, grinning as he turns to face you. He flicks the remote and you see some hot hunks wrestling eachother to the ground. Your dick tents in your leather jockstrap. Your buddy laughs "Eh Bruce, you were always a sucker for wrestlin'." he says.
"Shut up, ya know it makes me horny." you reply, stroking your long beard.
Your buddy laughs, "Well it is pretty hot. Hey, you wanna fuck tonight? I ain't got anyone over at my place tonight."
You grin at him, barely visible through your huge beard. "Oh hell yeah. Ya can always count on me for dat." you say, as you gulp at your whiskey.