How Does He Do It? (tf musc)
by MS_alberta
Hmm. Jordan’s here... “Seth? Invite him around back, I feel like being outside.”
“Alright, so tell me how that sophomore, Justin, gets every girl he wants.”
We three are out by the pool, on lounge chairs, tanning. Myself, my guy, Seth, and all around American boy, Jordan DeWolfe. He’s come to us, absolutely perplexed as to how an average, non-athlete, and definitely non-rich kid is able to jump into pretty much any young lady’s bed.
“Truth be told, Jordy,” he hates when I call him that, so I do it pretty often, “He just knows how to please a woman, and women, well, talk. A lot. News gets around, you know? One girl gets the ride of her life and tells her friends. Then maybe some of those girls get adventurous and go for a ride of their own. One girl saying some dude is making her ‘O’ more than any finger, tongue or toy can raise an eyebrow, but ten girls saying it, is a down right advertisement to the rest of the population.”
“Ok, he’s good in the sack-” Says Jordan.
“No, he’s fuckin’ amazing in the sack,” I correct him. “Don’t downplay where he can take a lady, Jordan.”
“Alright, ‘fuckin’ amazing’,” he says, emphasizing to half shut me up and half mock me, “How did he get that way? I remember last year no girl would even give his shrimpy body a second look. I’ve seen him in the showers; I’ve got two inches on him, at least. How does a ‘nobody’ like Justin go from five finger solo dates every night to being nipple deep in choice pussy?”
I pull my sunglasses down off my face a bit, just enough so my guy, Seth, can see my eyes, “Creative linguistic bastard, isn’t he? Let’s get creative, too.” Seth gets up and goes back into the house.
Turning back to Jordan, who’s been straining to hear our sidebar, I go on, “Hey, watch your mouth there. Justin’s a dear and trusted friend. And that shrimpy body has been skin to skin with more ladies than I’d wager just about anyone else at school.”
Seth comes back and I turn over, as he starts rubbing sun block on my back, and arms and legs, and just about everywhere.
“Hey, guys, I’m not here for a show, so please can you put a lid on the queer stuff.” Quips Jordan.
Okay, now that kinda gets me mad. Don’t come to my house and tell me and mine how to behave. I can tell my ears are red. That happens when I get pissed. I get up off the lounge chair. Seth, right on the same page as me, deftly hands me the sun block. Jordan’s lying on his chest. How convenient for us. Seth sits on his calves and I sit on his back. “HEY, what the FUCK, man!” he yells, as he realizes he can’t move with us on top of him. I grab the little styled fringe of hair that just barely shades his forehead and yank his head up, “Listen, boy. You better start showing some respect for my house, or you’re gonna be in for a world of trouble you never imagined.” I don’t like being that way; my voice loses its natural rhythmic and musical tone, and gets coarse and hard. I don’t like to be mean, it’s not my nature. This over-grown boy beneath us is scared; he forgets that he’s 6’4 and 210 lbs. of all-state muscle, as he frantically nods his head up and down.
“Now,” I say, as I ease off him and squirt a copious amount of cold sun block on his back, making him arch up, “You’re already turning red. So settle down.” Me and Seth rub him down, but rough and clinical. He can tell this isn’t about pleasure. We handle him like a mannequin, no caressing, no tickling, no warmth. We flip him over and do the same to his front. He’s about to say something, probably some kind of protest, but stops himself. I guess I am scary. “Aw, Jordan. Don’t worry. You’re still our friend. We’re nice folk after all. Tricky, but nice. We just want others to be nice, right back.” I beam a big face-spanning smile at him. He looks me in the eyes, and tension eases out from his body, letting his guard down. I take this fine moment to shove the head of the sun block bottle down the top of his trunks and squeeze as much out as I can, as quickly as I can. Me and Seth hop away, as Jordan shoots up in his chair, “SHIT! That’s cold, dude!”
We all settle back down, we three, out by the pool, all safe-like covered head to toe in sun block, lying face up, eyes closed, and talking about our good friend, Justin. Me and Seth have ditched our towels to bask in speedos, Jordan, still too modest in our opinion, has gone and changed out of his sun block enriched shorts and into a pair of shorts, leaving them unzipped and low, showing off a few short pubes and an enticing “V”, and has pulled up the legs a bit, showing off half his thighs. And off I go, with my story.
“So: Justin. We always liked him, a real decent kind of guy. I can tell you he’s gonna grow up into a fine man. His looks, his body, I have no clue about. It’s his heart and his head that are the things to admire about him. Well, anyways, back then his folks are goin’ out of town, and he needs a place to stay. We offer our humble, but welcoming home, and he accepts. We all get to know each other real well. And not like that; that boy only likes one cock, his own. So, yeah, we all get on pretty well, he even walks in on me and Seth. Now, me and Seth had been role playing, so to speak, and at first, Justin’s pretty shook up. But he comes around, and we invite him to stay and watch. He does, but sadly, that boy just can’t camp for us. No tents in his pants, whatsoever. Anyways, that’s how it starts-“
“How what starts?” Jordan interrupts me. I was hoping I was being vague enough to make him ask questions. Means maybe I got him hooked. He’s all in for the story, very interested like.
“Well, me and Seth, were role playing. Except imagination just doesn’t do it for us. See, we got ways of changing the everyday. Of how we look, how we feel, how we taste. It’s pretty simple, actually. Whatever your desire is at the time, you become. Me and Seth were desiring those two funny guys from school; you know the ones, never without a grin. Well, when Justin got an eye full, he just about had a heart attack.”
“Wait! What? What exactly are you trying to tell me? Because you’re sounding delusional.” Jordan sits up and looks down at me, his tone is less than cordial, his face twisted into something disgusted and prideful, “Do you think you actually turn into other people or something? Can you hear yourself speak? Do you get how crazy you are?”
My fist comes down on the glass table beside my chair, not smashing it, but making everything on it jump and scatter. The sun is stingy in the sky, visible but not warming or shining. Not a single sound of nature or man can be heard, no birds, no bugs, no clocks, no cars. Even the pool is absolutely still. “YOU gonna insult me when you the one coming to hear MY stories and ask for MY help! ‘Cause I know that’s why you’re here, you want to top Justin! Be “The Man” to the ladies! Why!? What you got to PROVE!?” He’s scared, his face is draining of color and he looks like he’s about to throw up. I know I just laid him out for the world to see, but its more than that, he’s scared of me. His veins and muscles tensed from how hard he’s gripping the lounge. I stand up, he flinches and brings his arms up in front of his face, as if to block a blow; one, that I would never deliver, never to a child anyways, which is what he still is. I guide his arms down and stoke the sides of his face. “Shhhh… baby, don’t worry, just listen, and believe. There is so much more in this world than you…” I pause to consider hubris, and decide to be safe, “or even I, know.” I lean him back down on to the chair as the sounds of the world come back and the sun becomes generous again, tingling my back with warmth.
I lie back down on my own chair, eyes closed, body on display to the sky, and search for my story in my head, “Where was I? Yes, alright, Justin finds me and Seth playing. We tell him all about us, and just as you’ve seen; we don’t exactly have to follow the rules of science here. He’s a good guy, and takes it in stride. We teach him a bit, here and there, nothing harmful, just things to bring luck, or how to avoid what can’t be seen by untrained eyes. Little traditions and habits that can bring a surprising amount of luck, fortune, and safety to those who diligently practice them.”
Jordan interrupts, “What? Like throwing salt over your shoulder or finding heads-up pennies?” I’m about to reply tersely, but I remember myself. He’s just trying to learn and that’s fine. “That’s pretty much the idea.” I reply.
I move on, “But, and there’s always a ‘but’, he is still a child. And like any child, yourself included, Jordy, he still manages to find trouble. He decides he wants to try a new body for a little bit, too. Maybe a big college man, seems he doesn’t like being called ‘shrimpy’. Can’t imagine who might call him that,” I lazily glance at Jordan, who winces at the word. “Well, Justin finds our little brew. Me and Seth find him in the bathroom tub. The kid is on and rubbing one out. He starts pulling and tugging on himself. Kid goes on for a while, too, he’s got staying power. He doesn’t notice it though. See, we change into what we desire. Poor kid doesn’t get it. Me and Seth, here, just sit and watch as he learns a lesson. Now you said you’ve seen Justin in the showers, right? So you know what he looks like up and down. The kid’s lying in the tub, both hands down south. One on the coals, the other on his poker. He’s taking in quick, sharp breaths, can see his ribs each time he does, and his stomach is tense. Guy’s got some muscle on him, ‘cause we see it jump and bump as he goes to town. He doesn’t see it though; his flat little chest is getting bigger; nipples puffing out. Soon the skinny little kid has pert little tits on his chest. Guy’s too lost to notice the extra weight, I guess, ‘cause he doesn’t stop. He starts shrinking in the tub. His whole body getting shorter and smaller. He still pretty much looks the same, except he’s a smaller version of himself with tits. His muscles are going away now; turning soft. He doesn’t get fat, just soft. His ass gets a little bigger though, and that he notices, ‘cause he has to lift up and reposition himself in the tub. His hands and feet are smaller now, but I think it just makes him even hornier. He must have thought his ‘mister’ was getting bigger. He’s got a real lady like body now. Except for his face and his boys downtown, he looks like a right proper little lady, even his skin looks smoother, since somewhere along the line, he lost what little hair he had. He’s grunting, which is a sight to see; a young manly grunt coming out of a decidedly feminine body. Both his tiny hands are on his stick. He’s moaning and he’s close. Pleasure’s too much for the kid as he grabs onto the sides of the tub. Finally, he comes, the first shot seems fine, but the others come too quick, jerking the poor kid around, and each time he does, his boy parts are getting sucked higher into his body. By his fourth, he’s no boy anymore, but he’s still going, his new parts shuddering and tensing as he keeps coming. His oil still pumping out of his new well. At the same time though, his face shifts in a manner of seconds from a ‘his’ to a ‘hers’. Eyes closed, he’s sighing now, but in new a voice. His hands wander down to milk the last bit out of himself, but instead he finds his new little cave. That sure wakes him and takes the sleepy-good-time-after-feeling out of the equation. He jumps out and looks at his new girl shape in the mirror. He’s short now, maybe 5’2 or five foot even. He’s got longish blond hair and a small, but nice and fitting rack. There’s still a bit of his old load inside his new bod and he freaks out as he sees it seeping out from between his new parts.
That’s where we came in. I explained to the poor kid that we made that brew specific for us. That it turns you into what ever you desire, but, in a fornication kind of way. Poor Justin had turned into the girl he had been carrying a woody for since 6th grade. Name of Samantha Porter. Anywho, we calm him down and tell him things will be fine. The rules are real simple. You stay like that, till you and the person you’re doing come together at the same time, or until you cum all on your lonesome. We made that brew for our own private purposes, and the coming together was put in to make our time last. We hadn’t thought of other people getting into it. See, you take on the desires of that person, too. Me and Seth here have been at this for awhile, so it’s no problem for us overcome that little obstacle, for us to be a pair of straight dudes and still get boned for another bone, but for someone so fresh to… creativity, like Justin was, it would have taken him weeks of practice to get his head on straight, so to speak, which is to say, he was now wired up exclusively for dudes.
We left Justin alone, to try and figure out his new equipment and see if he could make himself ‘jump the jump’ all on his own. Wouldn’t you know it? Kid had never even seen one in real life before. He had no clue what to do with it. And besides, it was new and very virginal, he was pretty much afraid of the thing. He asked us to help him, to get him something or give him something, but we told him nothing we could do could override his own error.
He asked if he could bring a friend over, so that they could help him. It was a good idea, except the rules we had put down were short, and didn’t include anything about someone who wasn’t also changed. Simple as pie; you do it on your own, or you do it with a changed partner. Then he asked if we could change one of his friends. Let’s be honest, at this point in his life, all he has are other boys for friends, and so we had to point out that if we did that, his friend would become a girl also and then we’d have two problems instead of one. So I told him, if he can’t do it on his own, he’s gonna have to find some lady friend to change and get it good from her.
So when you’re a sweet untouched thing like Justin was, where do you go to get laid? A party, of course. I think it was one of your teammates’ drunken, parent-funded, group date-rape parties. Anyways, we go there, and we decide to stash our very cute Justin in a room until we can find some girl drunk enough to change so she can finally be the ‘man’ in bed. Truth be told, I wasn’t too happy with the plan; we’d be taking from some girl, you know? Twisted around and confusing, but we’d be taking from her. I was already cooking up something different when who should I see, but the true blue Ms. Porter.
I told this to Justin later on, but me and Seth actually already knew young Ms. Porter. She had come to us months before in quite a state. Seems her knew step-daddy had been making eyes at her baby sister, sitting to close to her, wanting to be the one to give her baths, a little too often. Well, we three handled that problem, right quick. No need to go into detail, though, ‘s nothing you’d want hear. Anywho, never a better solution has even been dropped in my lap. I talked with Ms. Porter and she agreed to help us out. Seems she kind liked our shy respectful Justin. Imagine that; a girl, liking a guy for being a gentleman. You and your buddies could learn a thing or two from Justin.” Jordan grumbled and rolled his eyes. I went on “She wanted to help our man out, and was actually very excited about being the man. She was very interested in what it meant to be the one doing the fucking. So I tell her the plan, she’s to change, goes on in and stick it to Justin, and then they’ll both change back after a bit. I tell her how nervous he is, and that it’s best not to tell him who she really is until sometime after the deed is done. She agrees to it all.”
“Me and Ms. Porter get lucky, there’s a bathroom next door to where our Justin is hiding. I give her the juice to get her going. Just like our Justin, she takes to the self love. Standing up, with both hands down south, knowledgeable fingers knowingly busy. This girl has no hang ups about her body, real confident like. She’s working though to keep it quiet. Girl’s getting taller now, taller than me, taller than you, even, Jordy.” I glance over to see him, eyes still closed, sun-dazed as he listens to my story. “So she’s a tall narrow one, now, and then her shape changes, hips coming in and lining up, curves taking up stake and moving around, and those pert girls of hers stretching and widening out across her chest. Just like that she looks a lot more like a girl into track and field. Those finger tips are still going, still working. Her feet are getting pretty huge, and there’s hair walking up from her feet and up her legs. There’s no way to tell now that she was smooth below the waist, as she looks pretty thick and hairy. She works her fingers through and between her new bush as the hair climbs up. Her muscles are starting to pop more and more as the hair moves, she doesn’t look like a lady much at all now. She’s got long, hairy, and powerful legs, with large strong looking feet. Most of her body has lost the lady kind of softness, and now the rest of her is matching up. The hair swirls and heads up her to reach out across her breasts, which now would definitely be called pecs. Her long thin arms are getting well veined as her skin gets tougher and the muscles there stretch the skin. She’s got large hands now, with big long fingers, reaching deeper into herself than she’s used to. She let’s out a squeak. It’s odd how the voice changes last… Her shoulders and back have gotten wide, making me back up a bit as we are now very squeezed into this bathroom. She’s got a fury, long body now, her is look lean at first, but its just her height that forces that impression. She’s making a bit more noise now, she’s close, and then she’s there. You know, I wonder if all guys close their eyes when they make it, and all girls open their eyes. Well, she opens her eyes, and looks right at me as her face shifts. Pretty little eyes darkening, to a deep blue, eyebrows getting thick. Stubble swings down around her face and jaw, as her hair crops itself close to her head. Her chin, mouth and nose all get bigger, but delightfully so. Then it comes. She’s drawn her hand away as she watches it push out from her original parts. She’s moaning as she goes from burrow to snake, complete with snake skin. And I tell you; even I was a little shocked. She is a big man, in every respect. Standing there, next to this girl who has become quite the hero, my own, entirely normal change starts. She takes it as a compliment. I ask her if she’s ok, and her deep resonant ‘m’fine’, sends my own fires up even more. I tell her we need to do this soon, ‘cause I’m raring for my own man now. There’s a big pile of laundry in the corner and she tries on some stuff till she gives up and wraps herself up in a seagreen towel, tucking it at her chest. I like the look, but only ‘cause her new height leaves her eggs and sausage exposed. I take the towel from her and step close, so close I can feel the new hairs on her chest. I wrap her again, this time around her hips. The towel reaches down to her calves now, and as she turns to leave I see the topmost curve of her new backside is exposed. Me and Ms. Porter are going to have to discuss this man she had in mind, he is definitely worth exploring at a later date. We dart into Justin’s room, it’s dark, with only some kind of old lamp in the corner on, curtains drawn down, and a large soft bed. Can’t help but think of some kind of Arabian smoking den you’d see back in the movies. I feel a little bad for him actually; in his present state, he might be overwhelmed by the form Ms. Porter has taken, and I’m sure as shit that he’s going to have a time with her new pet. Justin is sitting curled up on the bed. Ms. Porter takes the lead and still holding her towel around her, she leans down and stokes Justin’s face. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ she asks him. ‘I don’t have a choice; I have to do this’ he pips back. ‘There’s always a choice… I’ll be listening the whole time, say ‘stop’ whenever, alright?’ she tells him as she lays him down and lets her towel drop. Ms. Porter moves down and begins to kiss Justin’s center, edging lower with each one.”
“Well Jordan, obviously, Justin and Ms. Porter complete the act. Even if it does take them all night and into the morning. Me and Seth, we take the time to catalogue some of the more choice party-goers. Even if we’re on business, there’s no reason why we can’t work to have fun later. I tell you, you’d be surprised at some of your teammates. There was hardly anything to over come when me and Seth started playing; almost no urges for long hair, soft skin, that sorta thing. Well, morning comes, and in a very classy way, the owner of the house tells people to… well, it doesn’t deserve repeating, but clearly, it’s time to leave. Me and Seth gently let ourselves back into the room. Ms. Porter and Justin are on the bed, nude, but strategically covered with the same sheet; pulled up to cover his chest and pooled in-between her legs to smother her pride, sitting up, facing each other and quietly talking. Me and Seth, we can almost smell it, like honey and the ocean together; they made it, they’ll be changing back soon. I crouch down and gently tell Justin that it’s time to go. I help him up; he’s so shaky on his feet, must be so exhausted. Me and Seth get him dressed and we start for the door. He stops and turns around and stutters to Ms. Porter ‘T-Thank you, I never… I never knew… Was my first… and you made it…’ his thoughts are everywhere and nowhere. He looks straight into Ms. Porter and says, ‘Thank you.’ Ms. Porter stands up, and seeing that sight, tall and upright, without a shred of cloth decency or embarrassment, made me gasp. She leans down and just barely kisses Justin on the cheek. I tell you, I swooned. Seth helps Justin out, and as the door closes I ask Ms. Porter if she’d like me to stay with her as she changes back. She says she’s fine and asks how much longer it’ll last. I tell her, and she says she’ll steal some clothes from somewhere and walk home. She still has time to enjoy this little vacation. So me and Seth take Justin back home, where eventually, he shifts back, his breasts fall flat, his body straightens out, loosening curves, his muscles pop back in, and finally his face comes back out, and his parts are nestled right were there supposed to be. Poor kid’s exhausted and sleeps the rest of the day. Gets up in time for dinner at eight, quietly delighted to be back in his own way, but I think really changed after that night.”
“So you see, Justin knows how to love a woman, because he’s been a woman, and was made love to by another woman. Get it now?” I blithely ask.
He grunts a response, kid doesn’t believe it. Oh, he believes my story alright, but he just can’t accept the way to a woman is so… honest.
“Now, now Jordan, don’t be so grumpy. Justin learned how to really love a woman. Shouldn’t we all be so lucky to be loved by someone who really knows how to please. Besides, you came here to compete with him. No, no, don’t protest, I know you came here to find out how and to make sure you stayed top man at school.” I glance over to him; Jordan’s still dazed and baking beneath the sun. I take a good deep drink of him in, mmm, handsome, and, of course, predictable. “Jordan, you don’t have to compete with Justin. You two are in… different arenas, and not just academically.” Me and Seth get up and walk over to our guest, sitting down on the deck on either side of him. “I’ll tell you something, though. We learned something from Justin. See, me and Seth here, we made our brew to be drunk. Justin though, he never thought of drinking it, he rubbed it on all over; showed us it could be used topically, slower of course, but just as potent. So like I said, Jordan, there’s no reason to compete with Justin, especially when it’s so apparent you don’t really want to compete with him. You just… want him.” Jordan’s eyes opened wide at that comment. “What!? I don’t want…” His voice fell away as he heard it “Remember, Jordan? Whatever form you desire. Now let me and Seth teach you some things.
Its cool and dark now, Jordan’s gone inside, wrapped in a towel, to find something to wear; we haven’t tried to time it just right yet, so we could go on all weekend, maybe. Me and Seth are still keeping each other warm, sharing a single lounge chair. I can see Jordan checking himself out inside.
I think he’s gonna be alright.
END