What's In a Name?

Chapter One

Another night, another party, Damien thought as he sat idly sipping his beer. He had unwillingly let himself be dragged off to another party by his friend Alanna. He couldn't even count the number of times that he sat through hours of uneventful drinking at a friend's to only leave bored, horny and drunk. And tonight it seemed would be no major exception. Once again it was about 9 at night, and he was already so bored out of his skull that he was beginning to mentally count the ceiling tiles in the small apartment living room where he sat.

Alanna and he had gone over to their friend Genie's apartment to drink and pass the time. It was a small one bedroom that she shared with her live-in boyfriend Gabe. It wasn't much but it was home… well mostly it wasn't much. Genie was a clerk and Gabe was a mechanic so they made a modest living. Hell, they were both only 22 so no one expected them to have matching suites at the plaza.

They made a cute little couple as guy/girl pairings went. She was Egyptian, and he was light Cuban. Genie was short and buxom with long dark hair, and Gabe was medium height, not tall but not short. He had the delicate features of face that made him seem more beautiful than handsome. His long eyelashes seemed to always hide his eyes flirtatiously. It was almost impossible to not find him attractive, and Damien sure as hell agreed. He kept his hair in a tight buzz and trimmed his beard in the thin lines of whiskers that outlined the jawbone. His body was tight and compact and covered almost everywhere in a light coating of dark silky hair.

Even thought they were both somewhat intelligent, they were both a little too ghetto for Damien's taste… but hey, they bought the beer. Things began to liven up, however, when Gabe's best friend David came over with his girlfriend Teresa.

Damien had already sunken so deep into his boredom that he was pounding back the beers so fast he would have put a frat boy to shame (his theory being: a drunken stupor would at least make the blur interesting). Then David and Teresa arrived. David's tall lean frame stood in the doorway "Yo Damien, I didn't know you were here," he said as he grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Yep," Damien replied as he grabbed another beer. David turned to talk to Teresa, and Damien took the opportunity to scope David out. David was a tall Puerto-Rican man, with a honey complexion and the sinewy taut muscles typical of tall men. His dark wavy hair was cut so short, it was barely fuzz on his head. He drawled most of his words and walked with a thug's gait, but he was basically a nice guy.

However when he was drunk enough, he would begin to talk about becoming a rapper and that was quite unlikely considering he knew no one in the music business and Damien had never heard him rap… ever. Gabe's slightly smaller silhouette entered his frame of vision, and Damien mused about how similar they looked both in baggy jeans tied at the waist with too big belts with boxer shorts that were exaggeratedly billowing at their waists. If it weren't for the difference in the color of their FUBU T-shirts and David's baseball cap the two of them would like they were dressed like twins. Damien thought archly, Now this would be a much cuter couple… But both boys were in happy relationships with women and that was fine with Damien, that was just more guys for him.

"Hey D, take it easy on the brew man. You're drinkin' it likes it's water," Gabe said with a smile crossing his all too pretty face. His voice was a rich deep masculine baritone that made Damien's head swim. Gabe oozed sexuality naturally, and he was unaware that he was oozing it all over Damien.

"Sorry we're late," Teresa apologized as she moved into the kitchen, "We would have been here sooner, but David kept trying to teach the toddler next door how to say his name. God knows why."

"Hey we don't know. He might be mine." David slyly added.

"He best not be or I'll kill you fool." Teresa had no humor in her voice.

"Gabe! We're running out of beer!" Genie's high-pitched voice wined from the kitchen.

In response to her call Gabe rolled his eyes in disgust and said, "What's your point?"

"Gabriel Jaurez, go get more!" she yelled.

"I told you not to call me that!" he said in a sudden flash of uncustomary anger. Gabe was perpetually calm always maintaining a level tone and demeanor. Very potent with his controlled low key manner.

"Just go get more beer!" she said coming into the room with Teresa by her side.

"Why don't you, smartass?!"

"Fine!" she said as she grabbed his car keys from his outstretched hand. "Teresa and I'll go." Teresa looked as if she might protest but followed Genie out the apartment door without comment.

As the door shut Genie yelled back, "I'll be back soon Gabriel!"

"I told you to knock that shit off!" Gabe yelled back.

Alanna noticed the drama and asked interestedly, "What was that about?"

Gabe looked like he didn't want to discuss it but gave in. "She calls me 'Gabriel' when she wants to piss me off."

"Why does it piss you off if it's your name?" Damien asked feeling the effects of the many beers he had downed.

"It sounds queer. I fuckin' hate it man."

That sobered Damien up a little but. "Huh?"

"I always hated the way my real name sounds it so funkin' faggy, man. Makes me sound like some funkin' flamer," he answered moodily.

"No it does not," David said with mock sympathy. "I think it sounds pretty Gabriel," he laughed raucously and began to repeat "Gay-briel" with exaggeratedly femininity.

He kept laughing making Gabe even angrier. "Knock it off man," and then he punched David hard in the shoulder, "How would you like it if I sat here and kept callin you Dah-veid?!" the elongated vowels of his name seemed to drain the humor from David's face. "Dah-veid sounds pretty queer too doesn't it?"

"Yeah," he answered in a voice that sounded like he was just told he had a rare disease that ran in his family

"Isn't this all a bit sophomoric?" Damien asked disgustedly.

"Hey man, how would you like everyone thinkin' you're some fairy cocksucker because of your name," David shot back darkly.

Damien looked at him flatly. "Your name doesn't make you a cocksucker."

"Yeah sucking dick does," Alanna said with a laugh, trying to alleviate the tension.

"I just don't wanna have people think I'm a freak or nothin'," Gabe said dismissing the subject offhandedly.

"Me neither," David agreed, and they high-fived one another in agreement.

Damien and Gabe had always gotten along in the polite way you treat someone you like but don't really know, but now Damien was begging to dislike Gabe passionately. "Are you implying that you think being gay is a bad thing?"

"No… I'm out right sayin' it. I ain't some fag tryin' to push up on other guys. Fags are freaks, all limp wrists… actin' like bitches… it's ridiculous." Gabe's deep voice dripped ridicule.

"That's stereo-typical bullshit. It's like saying all Irish people are drunks, all black guys are criminals and the entire Asian race is good at math."

"C'mon there are two kinds of fags: hairdressers and those musclebound fairies that look like Superman but cry if they break a damn nail." Gabe was going for the asshole grand prize.

"Don't tell us you feel bad for the pillow-biters?" David asked with disbelief. Of course he agreed. He was Gabe's sidekick. He always let him make decisions for both of them, and if Gabe thought something, it must be right.

That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back."Could you go get me another beer?" Damien said darkly without even turning his head to talk to Alanna.

Anxious to leave the pressure of the conversation, she quickly agreed and was in the kitchen out of earshot when Damien stood up uneasily. Maybe it was just the affects of the alcohol, but he was feeling very self-righteous and a little tipsy. "So… you two He-men think that it's humiliating if people think you're gay… because someone mispronounces your name?"

Gabe and David were going to stand as well to meet Damien's withering gaze but found that their bodies wouldn't respond.

"Well if you think people think your name denotes homosexual tendencies, then you two geniuses must be right. In fact, boys whenever someone calls you Gabriel," he said leveling his finger at Gabe "and you Dah-vied" he said turning to point in turn at David " it'll MAKE you queer, and you two will be one cute little limp wristed, cocksucking couple!" Damien leveled his curse, and it was sealed with a thunderclap and a flash of lightning. The lights in the apartment flickered, and when they came back, Gabe and David looked at Damien in confusion and fear.

They both were still paralyzed where they sat and watched uncomprehendingly as Damien crossed the room and put on his jacket."But you know what guys? I'm feelin' sportin' tonight, I think it's the booze." He did a quick turn and fell against the doorframe to steady himself."Yep, it's the booze," he barked a laugh, "Anyway tell you what. If you two can make to let's say … midnight… without someone calling you Gabriel or you Dah-vied … oh… let's say 5 times," Damien chuckled at the nonchalantness of his arbitrary decisions, "then the curse is over and you're free to be as bigoted and stupid as your small little minds desire, BUT if not, it's rainbow flags and pride parades." He shut the door and stumbled and chuckled happily the whole way down the stairs.

Left alone in the living room Gabe and David shook themselves as if they were both awaking from some dream. "What a fucking fruit man!" Gabe laughed.

"Crazy ass fag," David yelled angrily.

Gabe stood up and looked around, "Who knew Damien was a flamer?"

"Or psycho."

"And what the fuck was all that shit about a curse and five times… " David said trying to clear the fog in his head.

"I don't know, but if that bitch wants to start making threats, and shit we're gonna beat his pansy ass," Gabe's deep voice menaced. His train of thought was broken, however, when he there was a loud sound from the street below. "What the fuck was that?" Both he and David rushed to the window to see what had happened. They pushed the wide heavy window screen up but when they stuck their heads out to inspect the scene all they saw was the quiet empty city street below. The apartment-lined street was almost unnaturally silent.

Gabe was about to push David's probing head back so he could close the window again when Damien walked out of one of the shadows. "I almost forgot to thank you for the lovely evening. Thank you Gabriel, and thank you to Dah-vied," he said mockingly with a pronounced lisp. "It was just delicious!"

David was going to hurl an insult, but Damien seemed to disappear into the night. And then the window fell on his head. "OWW" he said rubbing his head. "What'd you do that for?"

Gabe looked dumbfounded "I don't know it was just real heavy all of a sudden, sorry man."

"It's alright. Don't worry about it." And then the strangest thing happened instead of patting Gabe's shoulder like he had intended he gave his ass a playful swat.

"Hey man, watch it!" And then Gabe went to punch David in the shoulder yet instead his fake punch landed as a weak effeminate smack. They stared at each other blankly. "All this fag melodrama must be getting to my head. I better sit down… " Gabe started walking over to the couch but turned abruptly because David was laughing uproariously. "What?"

"You crack me up!" he laughed.

"Why man?"

"You're crazy man," David continued with obvious humor. "You prancing around like that, it's hilarious. You really looked like a drag queen or something. You should have did that when Damien was here. It would have really heated him… hahaha."

Gabe started to walk toward him "What the hell are you talking abou-… " and then he caught sight of his reflection in a mirror. He had simply intended to stride over and plant himself on the couch naturally, but his body seemed to have other ideas. His right arm was bent at the elbow, and his hand hung delicately from his wrist. Instead of his usual gait, every time he moved his legs rolled across each other, sliding his thighs over one another and sensually forcing his ass to stick out and his back to arch. Every step he took moved his ass suggestively while his left arm swished at his side following every movement with a languid flourish. In his mind he was walking and moving normally, but when he watched himself he realized that he wasn't dictating his movements. "Man I must be letting this bullshit get to me." He quickly with prissy steps rushed to the couch to sit down.

"Don't let that freak psyche you out," his friend warned.

"Oh I'm not," Gabe reasserted and then wiped the sweat from his brow. Well, he intended to wipe the sweat from his brow after a few seconds however he was fanning himself furiously with his fingertips. In response he stilled his hands and planted them both firmly on his knee, which was folded femininely in front of him over his other leg.

David sat down next to him. "Man calm the hell down. Your head's playin' tricks on you."

"I guess you'er right." Then he looked at his friend of five years in disbelief because he had taken his chin in his hand and began to rub his thumb up and down Gabe's cheek comfortingly. "David get off me man!"

"What oh, sorry. My bad…"

"Where's D?" Alanna's voice asked as she left the kitchen.

"He got his panties in a ruffle and left," David told her.

She set down her beers and gave them a dirty look."What did you two assholes do?"

"He got outta here while the getting's good, and if he knows what's good for him he won't be comin' back." The severity of Gabe's threat, however, was lost due to the flagrant waving of his hands and shaking of his head.

"Gabe, you're so crazy," Alanna laughed thinking he was making some joke, "but you know you should be careful around him, he studied all kinds of occult stuff in college, It was all pretty weird."

"Fuck that! That's just bullshit." He looked to David. "Right?"

"Right?" And then they went to high five but like before something interfered and the gesture changed until both men stuck their hands in the air and snapped their fingers sassily.

Alanna was rolling with laughter on her way back into the kitchen. "You two really are actin like Gabriel and Dah-vied!" The door closed behind her.

Gabe looked up urgently. "What?"

David started laughing ."Chill, it's fine sweetheart… " and then his eyes mirrored urgency at realizing what he had said.

"What did you just call me?" Gabe's voice asked but although it seemed like Gabe's there was now a slight difference. His dark timbre was still there only now overlaid with a whiny pitch and dramatic inflections.

"I called you sweetheart." David appeared worried now, "But I'm not trying it, lover-boy."

"Oh my god. This is, like, terrible. What's, like, wrong with us?" In his mind Gabe was reacting normally but actually he was jumping of the couch and waving wildly. Every word he uttered was laced with theatrical flourishes that were extraordinarily uncharacteristic

David tried to calm his nerves and steady himself. This was ridiculous. He was acting stupid. All he had to do was just think of what he was going to say before he said it. In his head he said, Alright man be cool, don't fall out. What he said was, "Don't worry baby. Daddy'll take care of it."

"Stop that!" Gabe cried! To his horror he now recognize that his voice hadn't just changed, but he was speaking differently too. His ghetto lingo and speech had given way to a kind of valley girl dialect. "Girl-friend was telling the truth. He did put a curse on us! We like have to get out of here before someone else says," Gabe threw his hands over his face with a squeak, "those names… "

They got up and moved for the door "I'm right behind your tight ass, babe."

Gabe rolled his eyes and made a clicking sound of disgust.

"Wait," David said in shock. "Angel, your tight ass it looks bigger."

"Bitch, why are you looking at my ass?"

"Look Hon, something else is different… " David moved them both to the mirror. Gabe lifted his shirt up and turned to see his butt in the glass. David was right. His butt did seem to be pushing out his baggy jeans forcing his boxers to hold his ass cheeks snuggly. He had the beginnings of a pronounced bubble-butt. Not only that, but his wavy hair was longer, almost two inches so.

There were subtle changes in David too. His once angular shoulders now were a little wider stretching the orange fabric of his shirt.

"We've got to get out of here!" And they ran toward the door, however, at the apartment building entrance they ran into Genie and Teresa returning with more beer.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Genie asked testily.

"Out of my way fish!" Gabe hissed as he moved past Genie.

"Gabe Jaurez get back here right now!" she screamed. He stopped and he and his fleeing comrade turned guiltily. "What's wrong with you?"

"Pardon et moi?" He answered and mentally cursed.

Genie was laughing. "What is with you? And what is with the I'm-a-little-tea-pot thing?"

Gabe was standing with his limp wrist handing loosely and a hand on his hip like a little teapot. In frustration he uttered, "Look girl, I've got to put the heat on the curlers, I'll be back later." He and David began to escape hastily down the street and leaving Genie furious in their wake.

They were turning the corner when Genie called angrily after them "WHATEVER! BUT DON'T THINK YOU'RE GETTING INTO BED WITH ME TONIGHT, GABRIEL JAUREZ!" Gabe grabbed his side and slumped against a wall his vision blurring.

"YOU EITHER DAH-VIED dah-ling," Teresa's voice followed giggling.

"Oh shit," David spat as he fell next to Gabe.


Chapter Two

They both came to at the same time and pushed themselves up."Oh hell what do you think happened this time?" Gabe worried plaintively.

"I dunno, let's just get out of here babe,"

"Well something must have happened, I wonder what though?" Gabe mused fearfully as he brushed himself off.

"LOOK AT ME!" David yelled looking at himself in a store window.

"UH-OH!" Gabe screeched in horror when he glanced too. His once baggy jeans were now skin-tight, showing every curve of his toned Cuban body. His shirt was now a purple mesh see-through scrape of clothe that clung to his torso and cut off above his stomach revealing his lower abdomen tantalizingly. His clothes weren't the only thing that changed. His ears were now dissected by hoops that stood out against his dark hair.

David fared no better, maybe worse. No more jeans for him. Now he was wearing black leather pants that looked very uncomfortable. He had a simple white T-shirt on that fit him tightly. A black leather band was around his right bicep and his baseball cap was gone. If Gabe was disgusted by his new piercings, David must have been horrified by his. His ears were pierced many times and he had two eyebrow hoops. Worst of all his T-shirt couldn't hide that fact that his big mocha nipple's had rings hanging from their tips.

"We'll get killed in this neighborhood dressed like this!" Gabe shrieked.

"Let's just get to my apartment and lock the door," David begged, "before someone we know sees us."

"And tries to jump us," Gabe finished. They took off running in the direction of David's apartment. David ran swiftly but Gabe could only follow slowly. Like the kids he used to taunt in gym, he ran like a girl. And he was further hindered by the fact that every 10 seconds he had to stop and adjust his underwear.

After he had stopped several times David turned around annoyed. "Why do you keep stopping, lover? Get those cute little legs moving."

"It's not my fault. I'm wearing this thong that keeps getting caught in my butt something fierce." Gabe complained while pulling on the too tight denim over his ass. "How comes you're not having any problems?"

"Well, what I'm wearing is built for running, stud."


David blushed until his honey colored skin was bright red. "… A jock."

Gabe laughed at his embarrassment, but his response ruined the sudden break of tension. "Oh you go Ms. Thang."

"Let's just go upstairs," David said as he walked through the door to his apartment building. As he climbed the leather pants rippled against his skin. "I hope none of the neighbors see us."

He was jingling his keys in his door when the neighboring door opened, a tall dark haired woman peered through, "Oh David You won't believe what… " she trailed off looking stunned at how he and Gabe were dressed, "you two go two costume party or something."

Gabe was agitated. He dismissed her with an upraised hand "yeah sista that's what happened now go back inside."


David opened the door "I'll talk to you tomorrow Lisa. Me and my man have gotta get to bed… " Shit, that had to sound bad…

Lisa was confused. "I was just gonna tell you that… "

"Mama, Mama Sleepy!" a little voice called from inside her apartment.

She reached behind her and picked up a tawny skinned girl of about 2 years old. "She can say your name, now! You taught her."

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Gabe yelled as he stepped through the open door.

The little girl giggled and said "Night night." Her childish speech impediment made it sound like 'nie nie' though.

"I'll come see her tomorrow… " David promised as he was attempting to shut the door behind him.

"Okay," the neighbor woman agreed.

He thankfully closed the door, but not without a small tiny voice escaping into the apartment, "Nie Nie Dah-Vied."

The door shut and David crumpled to the floor in pain, "Oh GOD" Gabe screamed in distress, "But she wasn't… I mean it was just a mispronunciation… " What could possibly happen now?

A whole hell of a lot.

When David stood Gabe just stared. The man didn't even look like David. There was a strong resemblance but… David's once lean frame was now bulging with slabs of muscle. The shirt which had already been confining now looked like a second skin as it covered his now huge pecs and outlined every crease in his rock hard abs. His arms were huge guns of muscle the burst from his sleeves. His shoulders had Herculean proportions and a thousand ripples crossed his back with each movement. His new enormous musculature combined with his already tall height made him look like a mountain. He was massive. "I feel strange Gabe," he muttered shaking his head.

"Well, you certainly look it."

David walked uneasily toward his bathroom. His new physique dictating new body language. He walked with a saunter because of the immense size of his thighs and the way they rubbed together. The way his overdeveloped arms hung off his torso forced him to sway from the waist and pushed his big round pecs out. He stopped and stared in wonder at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Don't worry David, it's 11:22. We all have but a half hour left to go. We just won't answer the door or the phone, and we'll be safe," he rationalized.

His new body, however, was David's only concern. He watched himself turn and move in bizarre fascination. "Look at me… " He flexed his biceps and lumps the size of footballs shot up. "… I'm built like a tank." He continued to pose for himself in silent amazement.

"Maybe you should lie down for awhile."

"Shit baby, check this shit out!" David said laughing. He ripped his shirt off with no effort and discarded the ripped fabric to examine his chest. His big hands roamed over his body like he was discovering every inch.

"What's your problem?" Gabe asked in disgust. It was then that he noticed for the first time that etched all over David's skin were tattoos. There were dragons that laced up his arms and down his back and a hundred other designs that crisscrossed his mammoth chest. There were equal amounts of deep, rock hard, honey-tanned flesh and ink. "Look at yourself… you're covered in tats."

He answered him absently while he stroked up and down one of the Chinese dragons that now adorned his forearm. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Hell no!"

"C'mon Gabe, you gotta admit I look damn good." David's grin broke his face in two showing all of his white teeth. He grabbed his pecs with both hands capturing only a fraction of their size. He started kneading the flesh between his fingers, causing his nipple rings to stimulate his quarter-sized dark nipples.

"Knock it off man. So your muscles are bigger, big deal," his friend said in growing alarm.

David smiled back again, but it was his sly smile. "That ain't the only thing that's bigger, hot-stuff." He massaged his crotch suggestively.

"Knock it off Dave, this is going too far."

David turned back to the mirror ignoring the protests. Lost in the sexual haze that his new build had given him, he unbuckled the constricting leather pants and peeled them down to mid-thigh. He had been a boxers man since the age of thirteen, but now his package was packed inside a black jockstrap that barely contained its girth. He was so lustfully distracted by this new development that he didn't notice his denuded crotch.

From Gabe's view, all he saw was the half naked man whose pants were around his knees, his muscular ass covered only by two black straps and enlarged back that blocked all view of the bathroom. David had once been a regular guy, his partner and boy, and now he was this humongously grotesque man.

"I'm getting out of here," Gabe said.

That caught David's attention. He turned suddenly, the head of his raging hard-on climbing out of the jock. He smiled, stroking his snaking erection. "C'mon, You can't tell me you're not curious about what would happen to you?"

"Fuck no!" he lilted back.

"I am." He smiled a dangerous sensual smile.

Gabe wasn't about to find out what that meant. He got up and went to the door. His hand was on the knob when David said, "Don't leave … Gabriel."

"You bitch!" he accused cloyingly as his hand dropped from the doorknob. He leaned against the wall to steady himself. David leered at him hungrily.

His head was dizzy as he pushed past the mountain of David's mass toward the mirror. When his thoughts steadied he fearfully looked in the mirror with hesitation. He had not undergone the extreme transformation that David had, but he had changed. His once average well put together body had become more developed leaving round mounds under his clothes. The opening over his waist showed the definition of his abs, which were covered with his dark Cuban hair. He looked hairier all over in fact.

His close cropped hair now fell in silky waves to his ears and he had to push a few arrant strands out of his eyes with a flick of his wrist and twirl of his head. In the light the shiny black hair glowed a deep red from colored highlights. His beautiful face seemed even more so, with exaggeratedly sensuous lips and high cheekbones. The goatee now spread and not only traced his jawline it encircled his mouth in a delicate line of black whiskers. If he didn't know better he would have said he had eyeliner on… but men don't wear make-up. He pushed his hands out in front of him and examined his meticulously manicured nails. "I don't think anything's that different."

"I do," David said in a low voice. "Look at your ass."

Gabe turned slowly and checks his reflection in the mirror. He had the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He had always thought he had had a nice butt, but he now had an amazing one. His jeans only magnified the beautiful sculpture of his big round ass. Gabe Jaurez had the kind of ass that stopped traffic. A bubble butt that no pair of pants could hide. "Well hell, damn… "

"You look so hot…" David growled from behind him.

Gabe put his hand behind his head and posed suggestively, "You think so, Popi?"

All David did was arch and eyebrow, "Yeah," he pulled his pants off the rest of the way and walked toward Gabe. He got so close that Gabe could feel his rock hard cock pressing against his own burgeoning bulge behind the binding denim. "I want you to get the fuck out of those jeans."

That woke him up. Gabe realized in aversion what he was doing and tried to reason with his friend. "David, look at us. We're like two bitches in heat; we have to get away from each—" Then poor Gabe made his fatal mistake. He went to weakly push David away from him; however, his hands landed on the immense solid muscle of David's pecs. He broke off in mid-sentence as he became enthralled by the feeling of the hard man flesh beneath his fingers. He rubbed the big tits smoothly while David moaned deeply in pleasure.

David, in turn, wrapped his arms around his friend and began rubbing the twin spheres of his ass keeping one meaty cheek in each hand. They stayed that way tentatively caressing each other until David unable to take it anymore, grabbed his partner fiercely. "Now get out of those damn clothes."

Gabe responded by shooting him a lecherous smile of lust that was once saved for his girlfriend. With all his past inhibitions gone and his new impulses taking over, he began to strip himself erotically for the man in front of him. First he slipped of his shirt slowly, running his hands across his hairy stomach and then tweaking the nipple's of his square pecs, making them stand out against the forest of his dark chest hair.

David watched in rapt desire, gripping his shaft absently.

When Gabe had pulled the shirt over his head, he put his hands in his hair and started moving his hips to the rhythm of unheard music. He traced his bunny trail with both fingers and grabbed the button on his jeans, all the while still powerfully gyrating his hips. He unfastened them and peeled one leg off and then the other stepping out of them.

David realized why Gabe had so much trouble running before. Nestled between the curve of his friend's densely carpeted muscular thighs was exotic red thong, offset by the dark hair surrounding it. It was very small making his dick look ridiculously restricted, and the thin sliver that dissected the beauty of his ass got lost almost immediately in the cleft of his luscious Latin ass.

Gabe bent over pushing his broad ass cheeks up and down into the air. "This is what you really wanted to see, wasn't it Popi? You wanted get your hands on my big booty?" The sight of a well-toned man shoving his scantily clad ass into the air was the hottest thing David could ever remember seeing in his life.

In a burst of wild erotic rashness, David pushed his jock-covered crotch against the voluptuous coffee and cream colored flesh of his friend's backside. He pulled Gabe up effortlessly with the strength of one bulging bicep. He held him pressed closely to him, his chest to the other man's back. He whispered in his ear, "We were made for each other lover, your big ass, my big dick… "

Gabe moaned, "Aye Popi!"

He spun the man whom he had always deferred to, scoped chicks out with, and mistakenly questioned the virtues of man sex with, until they were eye to eye and said, "Suck my cock."

There was no thought process. He immediately dropped to his knees and began recklessly licking and sucking on the fabric that hid the cock and large balls that he desired. It turned him on all the more that this hunk was dominating him. After enough temptation Gabe needed to have his real goal he pulled down the jock and released the monster restrained behind it. He only looked at the perfection of the cock for a second before he speared his mouth on it with a moan of unfathomable pleasure. He just gorged himself on the girth of the pole surprising himself at the length he could take. He sucked deliriously with his big lips, his only thoughts of the dick he was worshipping. He let David's rod slip in and out of his mouth until his throat bulged with its tip and his clean- balls slapped against his Goatee. He just couldn't get enough, he wanted to slurp on the shaft, kiss the engorged head, and lick the heavy balls… the complete joy of being a cocksuscker consumed him.

Suddenly David pulled away, and Gabe was left with the crushing vacancy of an empty mouth. Gabe looked up for the first time into the other man's eyes. David glared down at him in primal need. "Turn over, I want to fuck you baby."

Flirtatiously Gabe got off his knees. In a few saucy strides he planted his elbows on the back of the couch and shook his ass tauntingly. It was an erotic thrill to give into his lover's dominance and give in to his effeminate side and submissive side.

The further titillation of Gabe's submissive behavior was too much. David had now entered a state of erotic stimulation he had never experienced before. He welcomed the foreign urges that had been dictating his actions. He was a man, and he wanted a piece of his man's ass. He cupped the wide ass in both hands and with a grunt of raging sexual aggression he shoved his ravenous cock into the rose of the awaiting hole.

Gabe cried out in pain and ecstasy beneath him. He had fucked many women but never did he know the pleasure he was missing: the rapture of being filled inside by hot dick. He craved this embrace feeling David ravage him over and over, reaming his open hole savagely. Feelings of lustfuly enjoying letting another man use him and wanting to graciously comply were his nature. And with every thrust David pounded into him he fell in love more and more with these new feelings.

"I love this hot ass," David snarled above him. With each lunge his thick thighs smashed against Gabe's hairy legs and sent shivers off pleasure through his entire body. As he penetrated his best friend's butt, he began to slap the flawless ass in time with his wild fucked.

He grunted, and his lover moaned. When David finally could hold no more he grabbed Gabe's chest laying his hands against the course hair and roared as he exploded bolt after bolt of hot cum into the virgin hole. Gabe also spent and impossibly aroused blew his load in a fiery scream of passion.

They crumpled to the couch together, and stared into each other's eyes for only a moment's hesitation before they locked mouths in a burning kiss.

Gabe broke it and began to tease the hoop on David's nipple with his teeth, "I love you Dah-vied,"

David closed his eyes and ran his hands through his boyfriends hair, "I love you too, Gabriel."

For the rest of the evening they explored each other's bodies like they were just discovering them. They were so lost in their sexual adventure, neither man saw the clock strike 12:00.


The next day Damien was nursing an awful hangover when Alanna called to tell him that there was going to be another get together that night. Damien groaned loudly, but he reasoned they say the best cure to a hangover was to start drinking again right away.

Alanna picked him up around 9. "Whose place are we going to anyway?"

"David and Gabriel's," she said noncommitally.

"Whose?" he asked confused.

"Dave and Gabe's!" Alanna repeated eyeing him strangely.

"Don't you mean Genie and Gabe's?"

She gave him another incredulous look, "Why would Gabriel live with Genie?"

"Alanna what's going… " Just then they pulled up in front of a store in a neighborhood that was halfway across town from where Gabe and Genie's apartment was.

"What are we doing here?"

She was now irritated "Stop acting stupid! Now hurry up, you know how Gabriel is if we're late he throws a big fit and pouts all night."

Damien shut the car door and walked toward the store. A large sign above the window read "Gabriel's: Stylists and Manicurists". An awful thought began to dawn on him. It was confirmed when he peered in the window and saw a huge hulking Hispanic bodybuilder and another Latin man, who was wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a half shirt, involved in a heated makeout session on one of the styling chairs.

He turned right around and put his hand in the air when he reached the curb.

"Where are you going?" Alanna said exasperatedly.

"My name's Damien and I have a problem, … I'm never drinking again!" And with that he hailed a cab, returned to his apartment and went right to bed.