Willem slept off his gangbang like a bad hangover. When he woke up in the morning, however, he was surprised to find that his ass wasn’t sore at all. He stuck his finger inside his hole, ostensibly just to check to see if he was sore. After a few seconds, however, he started to moan, rubbing his morning wood up against the bed. He didn’t even really feel the buzzing yet; playing with himself just felt so good.
He thought about bending over for his bio teacher, the feeling of Mr. Schrat’s thick cock pummeling him against the desk. He fingered himself deeper as he remembered the moment he felt Dan’s cock slip in alongside Josh’s, how full he felt. His mind flashed to his night with Jake. He could still remember vividly the taste of Josh’s tongue in his mouth, the feeling of relief he felt when he first felt another man cum inside him...
Willem was crouched on his bed about three fingers deep when he heard a knock at the door.
“Willem? Rise and shine!”
He quickly threw the covers over himself as his mother opened the door.
“Sweetheart, it’s almost 10 am. I know it’s the weekend, but that’s no reason to just lounge in bed all day. Now get up! Your father and I have plans for you today.”
She shut the door, leaving him alone in his room. He groaned, the throbbing in his hole calling out for release. How was he supposed to get fucked by 95 more guys with his parents hanging around?
He got dressed and stumbled downstairs to find his parents at the kitchen table eating breakfast.
“How late were you out last night, son?” asked his father disapprovingly.
“I was just hanging out at Josh’s,” Willem said sourly as he grabbed a piece of toast.
“Smoking ganja, no doubt. I can smell you from here,” said his father, shaking his head.
“Oh, leave him alone,” said Willem’s mother, filling his plate with eggs. “Willem’s a good boy. A little grass every now and then isn’t gonna kill him.”
“If you think that’s going to fly at UCLA, you’ve got another thing coming,” said Willem’s father. “You may have skated by your last year of high school, but they’ll put you on academic probation if you don’t shape up.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” grumbled Willem. “So, is whatever you had planned gonna take too long? I wanted to go surfing while there’s still a swell.”
“You can go surfing any day. Your mother and I were going to take you clothes shopping. We figured you needed new clothes for when you go off to college.” His father cleared his throat awkwardly. “Also, we noticed you seem to have, uh, filled out a little bit in your lower half. Thought you might need some new pants.”
“I’m sure it’s just water weight, honey,” said Willem’s mother.
Willem shielded his face in embarrassment. Could things get any worse?
As it turned out, that is always a dumb question to ask, because things most decidedly can get worse in literally any situation. Willem’s parents took him to the shopping center at the Grove, where they made him try on an assortment of different pants and shirts for the new year. Willem was certain he could have gone clothes shopping on his own, but his mother insisted on making him try on everything and show it to her to make sure it fit before buying it. It was bad enough having to buy new pants on his own to cover up his absurdly large bubble butt, let alone having to do it with his mother hovering around.
After several hours of shopping, Willem finally managed to convince his parents to break for lunch. They went to a sit-down Italian restaurant in the Grove, the kind of place where all of the dishes are made to share. Willem sat down at the table across from his parents and started perusing the menu.
“Welcome to Buca Di Beppo! My name is Emilio, I’ll be taking care of you today.”
Willem looked up to see their waiter smiling at him, a handsome Latino man in his early 20s. Willem stared at his thick black mustache, his first thought being to wonder what it might feel like on his hole.
As Emilio began listing off the specials of the day, Willem watched the familiar pink glow begin to materialize around him.
“Oh thank God,” Willem thought.
He blinked. Thank God? What kind of a reaction was that? He should be mortified at the thought of fucking another guy.
“Can I get you started off with something to drink?”
Emilio was smiling at Willem again, this time with a hungrier look in his eyes as they traveled down Willem’s chest. Willem blushed as he realized he had clearly caught Willem checking him out.
“Uh, soda water, please,” said Willem.
Emilio winked at him. “You got it.”
Willem looked after him as he walked away, salivating over the tight little ass that stood out in his work pants. The buzzing began to hum throughout his body as if egging him on.
“Willem. Willem!”
Willem looked up to see his parents staring at him.
“Jesus, son. Are you high?” asked his father.
“No, I’m not high!” Willem said. “I’ve been with you all morning, when would I have gotten high?”
“All right, easy everyone,” said his mother. “I was just asking you, Willem, if you and your friends wanted to do anything this summer before you all go off to college?”
“I don’t know,” said Willem. “I mean, I guess just the usual. Surfing, hanging out at Josh’s.”
The truth was, Willem wasn’t quite sure where he stood with his friends. He hadn’t heard from any of them since the night before. Their group text, which was usually full of dumb memes by this time of day, had been eerily silent.
“I never liked that kid,” said Willem’s father. “I don’t trust a man who spends that much time in the gym. It seems fruity to me. He ever try anything with you?”
“No, dad. Gross,” said Willem, thinking about the way it felt when Josh came inside him.
“Have we decided on what we want?” asked Emilio as he set their drinks down on the table.
While his parents placed their orders, Willem instinctively looked over at Emilio’s crotch, which was inches away from his face. The buzzing was starting to cloud his mind again. If he could have reached out and buried his face in it right then and there he would have. But no curse in the world would make him fuck a guy with his parents right there at the table.
“Um, I’ll have the Spicy Chicken Rigatoni,” said Willem.
“Are you sure? It’s quite spicy,” said Emilio. “A lot of guys can’t handle the heat.”
Willem’s hole throbbed. He stifled a moan. “I like it spicy,” he said quietly.
Emilio grinned at him. “I’ll make sure it’s extra hot for you.”
He turned and walked away, leaving both of Willem’s parents staring at him in shock.
“Okay, what the hell was that?” asked his father.
“I think he was hitting on you, Willem!” said his mother.
Willem scoffed, awkwardly trying to hide the erection growing in his pants. “What are you talking about? He was just being friendly.”
“Friendly my ass,” said his dad. “I thought this was supposed to be a family restaurant. I should go complain to the manager.”
“Oh, let’s not make trouble,” said his mom.
“This is why I hate coming to West Hollywood. It’s like a breeding ground for these people.”
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” said Willem as he stood up from the table, his hands clasped over his bulge. He turned and booked it down the hallway, following the signs toward the restroom.
He stood outside the men’s room, taking a deep breath as he rubbed his face with his hands. He was unbearably hard at this point. There was no way he was going to make it through the rest of lunch without cumming in his pants.
“Needed some air?”
Willem turned to see Emilio standing a few feet away, his arms folded as he leaned against the wall.
“Yeah, my parents are just a lot sometimes,” said Willem.
Emilio smirked. “I bet. You look like you could use some relief.”
Willem raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“I can think of a couple of things.” Emilio leaned in and kissed Willem, his mustache tickling Willem’s face. Willem opened his mouth to receive Emilio’s tongue, moaning as it wrestled with his own. Willem had been expecting him to go for his ass, but the kiss was a welcome surprise.
“Come on,” said Emilio, grabbing his hand. “We gotta be quick.”
He opened the door to the men’s room and pulled Willem inside, then locked the door behind them. Willem grabbed his face, kissing him deeply as they ground their bodies against each other. The buzzing in his body seemed to heighten the sensations he was experiencing, making his skin more sensitive to Emilio’s touch. Unlike the first few times, where the buzzing had made him feel like he was being dragged behind a speeding train, this time it felt almost like he was surfing a wave. He felt calm and in control as he gave into the pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” moaned Emilio into Willem’s mouth.
“You too…” Willem found himself saying as he reached down and grabbed Emilio’s cock.
“You top or bottom?” asked Emilio.
Willem was instinctively about to say bottom when he stopped. Was that the case? If he had to be gay, why couldn’t he be the one doing the fucking? At least that way he might be able to save himself some dignity.
“I’m a top,” he said, not too convincingly.
Emilio shrugged. “Works for me either way. I’m vers.” He reached down and grabbed Willem’s ass through his pants. “Though with an ass like this you could bottom for any guy you wanted.”
Willem had to stifle a moan at the feeling of Emilio’s hand on his ass. His hole was throbbing at this point, the itch inside screaming out to be scratched. But he refused to give in.
“Bend over,” said Willem.
Emilio unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, leaning over against the wall. “Make sure you use plenty of spit,” he said.
Willem got down on his knees, prying apart Emilio’s cheeks as he looked at his hole. He’d never seen a guy’s asshole up close before. It looked so fucking yummy. Before he could stop himself, he stuck his tongue out and started licking Emilio’s hole.
“Oh, fuck,” moaned Emilio. “I meant on your dick, but that works too.”
Willem closed his eyes, lovingly tonguing Emilio’s hole. He found the taste just as delicious as precum, making him wildly horny and sending his mind to that delightful cloudy place. He buried his nose in Emilio’s hole, wiggling it around as his tongue licked Emilio’s ballsack.
“Okay, as good as that feels you have to hurry up and fuck me before my manager starts looking for me,” said Emilio.
Willem stood up and spit on his hand, rubbing it on his dick. His heart was racing as he realized he was about to fuck another guy for the first time. Well, TOP another guy. He wasn’t even sure what he should expect. It would be just like fucking a woman, right? Maybe he could even close his eyes and pretend, like Josh and the twins had.
Something inside him gave him the sense that he wasn’t being any too smart, but he dismissed it and lined up his dick to Emilio’s hole.
“Jesus Christ,” moaned Emilio as Willem sank his cock inside him.
Willem’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He could get used to this. Emilio’s ass was tighter than any woman he’d ever fucked, that was for sure. He was surprised at how similar it was to the sex he was used to having, yet how foreign it felt at the same time.
He began to thrust in and out of Emilio’s hole, fucking the young man against the wall. Emilio’s moaning spurred Willem on. He grabbed Emilio’s shoulders and slammed his dick inside of him again and again, enjoying the grunts and moans coming from Emilio.
As he fucked Emilio, Willem noticed the throbbing in his asshole growing stronger. It was almost like it was begging to be filled, annoyed at the inconvenience of being empty. He tried to brush off the thought and focus on the sensations coming from his cock, but the throbbing got so bad that it was starting to distract him.
“Impostor,” said a voice inside his head. “What do you think you’re doing? It should be you up against that wall getting fucked. This is nothing but roleplay, the hungry little bottom pretending he’s a big bad top.”
Willem fucked Emilio even harder, trying to ignore the impostor syndrome that was quickly taking over. If he could just cum, he could prove he was more than just a bottom. He was a real man.
“Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum,” moaned Emilio as he stroked his cock. His asshole clamped down around Willem’s cock as he shot his load, spraying the wall in front of him with cum. The sudden tightness around Willem’s cock was enough to send him over the edge as well. He buried his cock deep within Emilio’s ass as he fired off shot after shot. So THIS is what it felt like to top. Willem felt like a fucking god as he filled this hot Latino waiter with his seed.
Willem held onto Emilio tightly, resting against the man’s back as the last of his cum dribbled out of him.
“That was fucking hot,” said Emilio, breathing heavily. “But I gotta get back now.”
Willem let go, allowing Emilio to pull up his pants and button them. He turned around and kissed Willem on the lips. Willem responded to the kiss, not wanting it to end.
“Thank you for coming in,” Emilio said, winking. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. “Just wait a minute before you go out. My manager can’t catch me doing this again.”
Willem watched as he disappeared back out into the hallway, then walked over and locked the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, pulling his pants back up as he smirked.
“Take that, Ophelia,” he said smugly. “Curse of 100 Bottoms… I’ll show you who’s a fucking bottom.”
All of a sudden he was hit with a searing pain in his abdomen. He doubled over, grabbing his stomach as he felt a surge of energy run through him. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. Willem tried to reach for his phone in his pocket, tried to call for help, but he was completely unable to move.
Then, just as quickly as it started, the pain ended. Willem lay panting on the floor, covered in sweat. He got slowly to his feet, his knees wobbly. He looked at himself in the mirror. Everything looked fine. A little pale, but no worse for wear. His hands went straight for his ass. Still as bubbly as ever.
He went to zip up his pants when all of a sudden he froze. No…
He pulled down his pants to find that his cock had shrunk to about half of its original size. Normally Willem was a little under seven inches, but the little nub he had now was barely over three inches long. He stared down at his shrunken cock in horror.
“FUUUUCK!” he yelled, not caring who heard him. “FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK!”
He wanted to break something, but there wasn’t really anything within reach, so he grabbed the paper towels sitting on the counter and threw them at the mirror.
“You fucking bitch! Give me my cock back!”
Willem stared at himself in the mirror, breathing heavily as he forced himself to calm down. His face crumpled.
“I’m trying, for Christ’s sake! You wanted me to fuck a guy, I fucked a guy. What more do you want from me?”
Willem felt so angry he could cry. But he knew his parents were still out there waiting for him and that his dad would probably come looking for him if he didn’t go back soon. He pulled his pants back up and turned on the faucet, cupping water in his hands and splashing it on his face.
By the time he rejoined his parents at the table, their food had already arrived. Willem dodged questions about what the fuck took him so long, mumbling something about getting a phone call. He picked at his pasta, his appetite having disappeared along with approximately 3.5 inches of his penis.
“How did everything taste?” Emilio asked as he cleared their plates. “Was it spicy enough for you?”
Willem could barely bring himself to look at the waiter. But as he looked up, he was surprised to find Emilio still enveloped in the faint pink glow.
“Everything was delicious, thank you,” said Willem’s mother. “We’ll take the check now.”
Emilio nodded at her and walked away, shooting Willem a flirty smile back as he did.
Luckily Willem was able to convince his parents that they’d done enough clothes shopping for the day, so he was spared another few hours of hell. The second they got home from the Grove, Willem took off in his car, giving his parents some excuse about meeting his friends. He headed straight for Hamburger Mary’s, determined to track down Bussy or Ophelia or whatever the hell her name was immediately and get her to give him his dick back.
Using force if necessary.
He walked into Hamburger Mary’s in the middle of the lunch rush. A drag queen dressed in a striped pink and white bustier greeted him at the door.
“Welcome to Hamburger Mary’s! Are you dining indoors or out?”
“I’m looking for Bussy,” Willem said gruffly.
“Aren’t we all?”
“No, she works here. Bussy Scarlett. Or Ophelia Balzac, I think.”
The drag queen pursed her lips. “That tired old queen. Haven’t seen her since she skipped out on her shift yesterday.”
Willem groaned. “Do you know when she’s supposed to be back?”
The drag queen shrugged. “But if you see her, tell her she’s fired. No—tell her she’s incinerated. We value personal responsibility here and that bitch is as flaky as her Costco wig.”
She adjusted her copious bust and walked away. Willem turned and walked out, his heart beating rapidly as he started to panic. He got into his car and leaned his head against the steering wheel, shaking as the tears began to spill out. His asshole started to throb, almost as if in response to the tears.
“Oh, fuck you!” he shouted to no one in particular.
He stared at himself in the rearview mirror. How did he get here, to this place? The worst part about all of this wasn’t even that he was completely out of control of his own body and his own sex drive. It was that there was no one in the world that he could possibly talk to about what was going on.
Who would understand a sudden compulsive need for anal sex, a magically enhanced ass, and a shrunken penis?
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“Come on, I know you’re in there!” said Willem as he banged on Jake’s front door. “I can see your car out front. Open the door, bitch!”
Willem took a step back when the door opened to reveal a disgruntled-looking middle-aged man.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, looking at Willem in disgust.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I… is Jake home?”
The man squinted distrustfully at Willem. “What do you want with Jake?”
“I’m his friend from school.”
The man folded his arms, frowning at Willem. “What kind of a friend?”
Willem had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “We’re bio partners. What does it matter? I need to talk to him, is he here?”
“Nice try, son. But school’s finished for the summer. Jake doesn’t need some faggy bio partner hanging around.”
Willem’s jaw dropped open in shock as the man slammed the door in his face. What the fuck was his problem? Willem turned to walk back to his car, then stopped and looked back towards the house. He NEEDED Jake’s help. There was no way he was going to find the drag queen without him.
Willem walked around Jake’s house towards his bedroom window. He picked up a piece of mulch from the flowerbed in the garden and threw it up at Jake’s window. He waited a few seconds until Jake’s face appeared in the window. He waved at Jake to come down. Jake frowned at him, shaking his head.
Willem’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Fucking help me, you son of a bitch!” he hissed.
Jake rolled his eyes, then disappeared from the window. Willem paced back and forth in Jake’s backyard as he waited for him to come down, his arms folded petulantly.
“What are you doing here?” asked Jake as he rounded the corner.
“I need your help, dickhead,” said Willem.
“That’s a really great way to go about it. Why should I help you at all? You’re a complete asshole, you tried to beat the shit out of me, you-”
“I just fucking need your help, okay? I need to find the witch. Something’s happened and I need her to fix it.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “Because that worked so well last time.”
“Will you just help me find her? She’s not at Hamburger Mary’s anymore.”
Jake folded his arms. “No. I’m not helping you until you tell me why.”
Willem blushed. “It’s private.”
“Fuck that!” said Jake. “You don’t get to use me again and again for your own selfish needs while cutting me out of the loop on everything.”
He turned to walk back to his house.
“Wait!” said Willem.
Willem’s cheeks burned red as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his tiny cock. Jake looked down, his eyes growing wide as he burst out into laughter.
“It’s not fucking funny,” grumbled Willem as he shoved his cock back in his pants. Jake doubled over in hysterical laughter, sucking in giant breaths of air in between laughs.
“All right, cut it out,” said Willem, smacking Jake on the arm. “Will you help me or not?”
Jake covered his mouth, trying his best to stifle the laughs that were still coming. “I think at this point you need all the help you can get,” he said, wiping his eyes. “Come on, let’s get in the car.”
Willem put his seatbelt on in the passenger’s seat, still smarting from the embarrassment. “So, how are we gonna find her?”
Jake pulled out his phone. “Let’s just check her Instagram.”
“You know her Instagram?”
“Yeah, I started following her after your butt got huge. She’s really cool. She’s always posting about essential oils, though. It’s kind of annoying.” Jake scrolled through his phone. “Okay, her Insta story says she’s doing a pop-up in Echo Park.”
“Thank God. Let’s just hurry up and find her before she… fucking moves to San Luis Obispo or something.”
“How exactly did your dick get so small, anyway?” asked Jake as they drove towards Echo Park.
“It’s none-”
“If you say it’s none of my business I’m gonna slap you,” said Jake. “I’m driving you all the way to Echo Park, the least you can do is level with me.”
Willem sighed. “I tried to top.”
Jake raised an eyebrow. “Oh? How was it?”
“It was fucking fine until my dick shrank!” He got quiet, looking out the window. “It was pretty great, actually. His ass was super tight.”
Jake smiled. “Mmm. You were pretty tight too.”
Willem glowered at him.
“I’m just saying!” said Jake. “It was really hot. I’ve… I’ve thought about it a lot since then.”
Willem looked away, blushing. He didn’t know what to say in response to that. Eventually he grumbled, “Your dad’s a dick, by the way.”
Jake laughed. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
“Seriously, what’s his deal? He treated me like I was a fucking drifter.”
Jake was silent for a moment. “I don’t know. He’s just an asshole.” He pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked. “Okay, now let me do the talking. She really doesn’t like you.”
Willem rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I can tell.”
Ophelia sat at a table lined with products under a canopy outside of Dodger Stadium, wearing a giant sun hat and a bright blond crimped wig. She waved cheerily at the boys as they approached.
“Jake honey! Oh, I’m so glad you stopped by. You have to try my bergamot oil. You just soak a cotton ball in it, shove it in your air vents, and you’ll sleep like a baby.”
“We need your help again, Ophelia.”
“Oh, it’s Sandy Frenulum now, dear. I changed it for the launch.”
Jake nodded. “Sandy, Willem’s cock is… well, it’s teensy.”
Sandy squinted at Willem. “What did you do now?”
Willem raised his hands in protest. “Nothing!” Jake and Sandy stared at him. He sighed. “I tried to top a guy, okay?”
Sandy rolled her eyes. “I swear to God, I design these curses to be so simple, and yet you have to go and make everything so needlessly complicated.” She tapped her nails on the table, enunciating each word. “You. Are. A. Bottom. You like to get fucked by big cocks. You HAVE to get fucked by big cocks. What about that is so difficult to understand?”
“Just make my dick go back to normal you… crossdressing whore!” Willem spit out.
Sandy clutched her chest in mock outrage. “Ooh, you got me. I’m not the one fucking every Tom, Dick, and Harry out there with a cock and a pulse, you know.”
Jake pushed in between the two of them. “Sandy, if there’s any way you could just reverse this change, give Willem his dick back-”
“No,” she said, folding her arms. “My curse plays itself out. Every time you try to escape it, it course corrects. You try to avoid bottoming, it makes you so juicy guys just wanna fuck you even more. You try to top, it shrinks your dick so small you’ll be laughed out of every bathhouse in Boystown. The only way you’re ever gonna learn your lesson is if you bend over and take it like a man. Have some dignity for God’s sake.”
She pulled out a little fan and clacked it, fanning herself under the canopy.
“Now, buy a peppermint oil or get the fuck out of my sight.”
As they got back in the car, Willem slammed his car door so hard the window rattled.
“Hey, easy!” said Jake. “She said you’ll go back to normal once the curse is broken. This is just temporary.”
“That’s so easy for you to say,” said Willem, glaring at Jake. “You get to go around fucking whoever you want whenever you want. I’m just a slut being passed around from guy to guy like the goddamn Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants!”
They sat in silence for a moment. “So what do you wanna do?” asked Jake finally.
Willem sighed. “I have to go back to Buca Di Beppo and fuck this waiter. Or let him fuck me, I guess.”
“I’ll give you a lift,” said Jake.
“So, the waiter, huh?” asked Jake as they drove back towards the Grove. “That must have made for an awkward family outing.”
“It’s better than fucking my three closest friends, I’ll tell you that much,” mumbled Willem.
Jake’s eyes went wide. “You fucked Josh and the twins?”
Willem blushed. “I mean, I had to. It’s not like I had a choice.”
“That makes so much sense now,” said Jake.
Willem furrowed his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, I just…” Jake looked at him nervously. “I heard a rumor… about you.”
Willem blanched. “What about me?”
“It’s just talk, it’s nothing-”
“What did you hear?”
Jake sighed. “I heard you were a homo.”
Willem’s eyes went wide. “From who?”
“Jessica Stevans. But she heard it from Dan.”
Willem groaned. “They fucking told Jessica? Ugh, God. I’m never getting laid again!”
“Well, I don’t think that’s the case,” said Jake quietly.
“Fucking assholes,” said Willem. He was steaming now. “Think they can just fuck me and then tell everyone I’m some kinda fag. I bet they left that part out, huh? How they all stuck their dicks in me? I should out them all, let everyone know they fucked the shit out of me.”
“I think that might have the opposite effect of what you’re intending,” said Jake as they pulled into the parking lot.
Willem put his head in his hands. “This nightmare is never gonna end, is it?”
“I think it gets better in college,” said Jake. “At least they say it does.”
He put his hand on Willem’s arm. “I know we’re not really friends, but… I just mean, if you ever need anybody to talk to about all of this-”
Willem’s eyes shot out as he saw Emilio exiting the restaurant, headed towards the parking lot. The buzzing underneath Willem’s skin began to grow again in anticipation. He quickly unzipped his seatbelt and opened the car door.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he got out. “Wait for me, I’ll be like 10 minutes tops.”
Willem raced after Emilio, chasing him through the cars as his asshole throbbed with every step. He finally caught up to him just as he was unlocking his car.
“Hey,” he said, putting his hand on Emilio’s shoulder.
Emilio turned and looked at him in surprise. “You again. I thought you went home with mommy and daddy.”
Willem leaned in, his lips less than an inch away from Emilio’s. “I was thinking we could go for round two,” he said before kissing Emilio. He ran his finger through Emilio’s hair as he pinned him against the car, his dick growing hard in his pants. Emilio ran his hands along Willem’s back, slipping into his pants and grabbing Willem’s bubble butt.
“I don’t live too far from here,” Emilio said as he broke the kiss.
Willem shook his head, the buzzing making him feel giddy and reckless. “I can’t wait. I want you to fuck me. NOW.”
Emilio raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were a top?”
Willem reached his hand down and grabbed Emilio’s cock through his pants. “With an ass like mine, I can bottom for any guy I want, right?”
Emilio smirked. He opened the door to his backseat and shoved Willem inside, climbing in after him. Willem could feel the seat belt clip digging into his back, but he could honestly give a flying fuck. He ground his pelvis into Emilio’s, desperate to have his hole filled.
Emilio reached down and unbuttoned Willem’s pants, pulling them off his legs and tossing them to the floor of the car. Willem shucked off his boxers as Emilio pulled his own pants down, revealing his thick, uncut cock. Emilio stared at Willem’s 3.5-inch cock quizzically.
“I’m a grower, not a shower,” said Willem, embarrassed. He reached up and pulled Emilio in for a kiss, wrapping his legs around him as Emilio lined his cock up to Willem’s hole.
“Fuuuuck,” said Emilio as he slid inside the blond surfer boy.
Willem moaned as well, relieved to finally have the emptiness inside him filled. It felt like such a relief to finally have another cock in him, almost like a weight had been lifted that he hadn’t known was there. Why had he fought this for so long?
Emilio held Willem by the back of the neck, staring into his eyes as he thrust into him. Willem reached up and ran his fingertips across Emilio’s mustache in fascination.
“It’s like a caterpillar,” he said dizzily. He was in a hazy state from the buzzing (and from getting his guts rearranged).
Emilio laughed. “You’re so fucking cute,” he said, leaning down and kissing Willem on the neck.
Willem grabbed Emilio’s head, moaning as he kissed and sucked along his neck. He WAS fucking cute, dammit. He had a bubble butt that men would kill for a chance to fuck. And he LOVED to get fucked. What more could a boy ask for?
Emilio’s breathing got hot and heavy as the windows began to steam up from their sweaty fuck. “I’m getting close… Where do you want me to cum?” he said breathlessly as he began to pull out.
Willem reached back and grabbed Emilio’s ass, pulling him in deeper. “Breed me,” Willem moaned.
He didn’t even know why he was saying the words, really. Something in him just knew he needed it, as though the sex would feel incomplete without it.
Emilio grunted, slamming his hips into Willem with a few short thrusts as he came. Willem’s cock matched Emilio’s almost shot for shot, spewing thick ropes of creamy fluid all over his shirt. His hand slapped up against the steamy window as his body shuddered from the orgasm. Emilio rested on his forearms above Willem, breathing heavily as he kept his cock buried inside of Willem.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he laughed.
Willem watched dizzily as the pink glow faded away from around Emilio. The buzzing dissipated along with it, leaving Willem feeling surprisingly sad to feel it go.
Emilio pulled his cock out of Willem, stuffing it back in his pants. “We should do this again sometime,” he said.
Willem put on a forced smile. Much as he’d enjoyed the experience, he knew that the curse had other plans for him. He was already anticipating the next man.
Still, he didn’t want to be rude, so he took Emilio’s number anyway. After kissing Emilio goodbye, he walked back through the parking lot toward Jake’s car. Willem felt a warm glow throughout his body, making his arms and legs tingle and his cheeks feel flush. He wasn’t even sure if that had anything to do with the curse, to be honest.
His giddiness faded away when he got back to the area where Jake had parked his car. He looked around, confused. Was he in the wrong location? No, he was sure they had parked here. He pulled out his phone to call Jake when he realized he didn’t even have his number.
Had Jake just left him there? What the fuck?
“I guess we really weren’t friends after all,” he thought to himself as he walked home alone.
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