Author’s side note: I’m now realizing that I probably should proofread these, I’ve made a few mistakes I wish I could correct. Also I thought it would be fun if Luke was more than just attracted to Tom.
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A little after 2 am, a restless Luke lay awake, anxious from his growing feelings for his new houseguest. Trying not to wake his friend, Luke attempted to unsuspectingly examine his sleeping friend in the dim light shining through his living room window. The blond man had his head turned away from Luke, his sleeping body sprawled halfway off the couch.
He may have been half-covered by the sheets, but it was obvious Tom had slept in the nude that night. Luke wondered briefly if it was more comfortable, right after surgery, without clothing getting in the way. He shook the thought out of his mind; he needed to stop daydreaming. If Tom woke up while he was looking, he’d most likely be mortified.
After his initial discovery, Luke snuck another glance every so often to check up on his buddy, all the while trying to stifle his sexual curiosity. Just as Luke became completely immersed in his voyeuristic activities, Tom shifted slightly under the covers, moving closer to the edge of the couch, now fully exposed.
Luke had always admired Tom’s muscular body, but the full frontal view he was presented with tonight left him speechless. A mix of adrenaline and anxiety shot through his body as he realized what he was doing, silently cursing himself for letting his curiosity get the best of him. This was a problem he would have to deal with later, and having sufficiently suppressed his urges, eventually drifted back to sleep.
Luke dreamt about his teammates that night, and about the big game. Most notably was the image of his fellow linebacker, Bradley Robert Astor. His tanned skin glistened in the dark as he jogged across the field in slow motion, putting his head down and grinding into his shoulder pads, arms extended in a futile attempt to propel him forward. Though he knew Brad’s dick was big and powerful, Luke never saw any evidence of its size, until tonight. His fantasy played on, Brad flexing his muscles before Luke, their bodies bumping and grinding as Luke lost control. Brad, who was only slightly smaller than Luke, pushed him up against the wall and shoved his hand under his belt line to his, vagina? Brad pulled down Luke’s shorts to reveal Tom’s new vagina, the very one Luke had just been admiring before falling asleep.
Brad moved on with renewed vigor, lowering himself to his knees, his face only inches away from Luke’s new privates. As he stared in amazement, Brad began lapping at the newly exposed labia, rubbing his tongue against them. In that moment, Luke imagined it was the greatest feeling he had ever felt. Brad’s spit mixed with the precum oozing from the vagina and Luke fell deeper into the fantasy. Brad then slid his finger into the new opening, circling it gently, teasing Luke with his masterful touch. Finally, when he had Luke at his mercy, he stood and lifted Luke to sit on the edge of the bed, their faces barely an inch apart. With quick movements, Brad undid his jeans and lifted Luke’s muscular legs onto his shoulders, pulling his own pants off as he did. His cock popped free from his boxer briefs and immediately landed between Luke’s legs.
As the fantasy played out in front of him, Luke dreamt he reached down and guided Brad’s massive penis towards his own lips, feeling the smooth head rub over his swollen clit before finally sliding inside of him. Luke’s hands clenched into fists as Brad continued to slowly pump in and out of him. After several minutes of bliss, Brad thrust harder and faster into Luke, pushing the young man further and further onto the bed until they were pressed together from head to toe.
It was only when Brad reached to stimulate his clit that Luke woke suddenly, gasping for air, the sheets soaking wet around his waist. Tom, who had been awake and had gotten dressed, sat up and looked at him, seeing that he had been sweating heavily in his sleep. Luke blushed, embarrassed by his behavior and very confused by his shockingly pleasurable dream.
“What’s wrong?” asked Tom, taking in the terrified expression on Luke’s face.
“Oh… nothing,” said Luke quickly, “just nightmares.” He lied. There was something very unsettling about that dream. Luke actually wondered if perhaps this recent development was merely some kind of turn on, or something deeper. However, he dismissed the idea as absurd. Luke went to put on his clothes, still unsettled by his erotic dream. He’d have to tell somebody about it. Maybe even go see someone about it. But not Tom, he wasn’t ready to hear that story, some dreams you just don’t share.
“Anyway, I know you’re out of class for now but I gotta get going, what time is it anyway?” Luke asked as he got dressed.
“9:20.”
Luke paused, shocked that he’d slept in that late. “Oh shit, team practice starts in 10, and even if I miss that, I got stats right after, I’m fucked. You can come too if you want, if we show up together we’ll get in less trouble.”
Tom looked down at his legs, grimacing slightly. “No thanks. I don’t really feel like running, or even watching for that matter. I’m not sure I’m ready to see the team yet.”
Luke stopped to think about it for a second, he didn’t really blame Tom for not wanting to come along to practice just yet. Even though Tom had a great amount of interest in seeing the team perform, he wasn’t ready to confront his teammates on the injury. It would take time for him to be completely comfortable there again. But maybe someday soon, he thought to himself.
“Alright, I’ll be back for lunch then. We can hang out and watch some TV or something. Do you need anything else before I go?” Luke said, anxious to leave.
“Nah, I think I’m good. Have fun at practice, make sure to give me the low-down when you get back.” Tom replied with a half smile. He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly that low-down would consist of. “Hey, actually, would you run down to the pharmacy on 7th and get my shots? Can’t be getting weak, the Dr. called in the prescription before I left.”
“Yeah, no problem,” replied Luke as he turned and walked towards the door.
Once Luke had gone, Tom took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa, deciding to mull over his situation in more detail. He was dreading the chore of dilating that lay ahead, last night was less comfortable than it should’ve been and he felt somewhat exposed and vulnerable. Plus, no balls meant another weekly shot, which was also something he needed to get used to. The thought of the needle alone made him cringe.
Taking a deep breath, he decided he’d better get to work, maybe the physical labor would distract him enough from the emotional rollercoaster of the past days.
Tom’s dilators came in a clear plastic case with five separate, well-constructed dildos. They were made of a very sturdy medical grade silicone, much sturdier than your average sex toy, though still soft enough for his sensitive skin. Each one varied in girth, and had markings along the side to measure his progress. There was a set up chart printed onto the inside cover of the box that gave guidelines on how many days it should take for each size to become comfortable. One inch a month max seemed like an incredibly slow process.
The doctor recommended he start with the green (medium girth) one, but as he had realized the night before, there was more to it than just blindly shoving it in.
Like had a mirror set up on the back of his front door, and Tom had a good view of himself on the couch in it. He started by taking off his shorts, revealing his tight underwear and camel toe. Getting naked wasn’t a big deal to Tom; he‘d gotten used to showering after practice anyway. Though now he found himself paying closer attention to his body, really studying it for the first time. There was so much muscle mass hidden under his physique, especially in his chest, arms and bulky thighs. It seemed even bigger now, almost disproportionately so, compared to his lack of bulge. His big muscles flexed under their coat of blonde body hair as he slid his briefs off, revealing his larger than average pierced clit and still healing vulva.
He took a moment to appreciate himself in the mirror, focusing on his new genitalia. He found himself incredibly sexy now, his body felt like it was always meant to be this way. Growing up, his body had never really mattered to him before. He worked out sure, but more so for the fun of it and to sneak glances at other guys. Now, having had a part of him removed, one he didn’t even realize how much he hated, he was noticing all these small details about himself that had previously been ignored.
It took him longer than usual to complete the ritual; he was distracted by his reflection, finding himself looking at his chest, biceps, calves and feet far more than usual. His hands involuntarily tracing the opening to his surgically altered manhood, which continued to tingle pleasantly with every move. He felt physically aroused for the first time since the procedure. He could feel his clit growing harder as he stroked it carefully, enjoying the tingling sensation it produced. Snapping out of his trance, he sat back on the couch and spread his naked legs to get a better view and decided to get to work.
Starting slowly, he began to insert the lube covered green dilator. It had a moderate length and girth, but despite the pain that came with pushing it into place, Tom easily guided it in by feel, being as careful and listening to his body as best as he could. The initial stretching brought a wave of pleasure and a new found confidence. Every inch he pushed it in gave him an added sense of control over his newly altered body. He loved knowing he had total control of this now unfamiliar piece of equipment inside his body. This was his pussy, it was part of him, and it was meant to be there.
Getting back down on the couch, he returned to stroking his enlarged clitoris, using the additional pressure from the silicone plug. Before long, he felt the familiar tightening of his body, almost as if he were getting ready to cum. He was getting closer, but it wasn’t enough yet. He knew he would need to find something else to help reach orgasm, something bigger, something more textured, more substantial… something that made his clit throb with lust. Something that could only come from a man.
But then, before he could put any thought towards it, there was a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock, Tom was horrified to see it was almost noon and Luke said he would be home for lunch.
