Hex Files 1: Broan Ova Brayns


By Onix

Kyle and Chris strutted happily to the parking lot

"So, did she say she could get me a friend?" Chris was almost begging.

"Relax, Chris she gave me her number I'll call her first thing tomorrow and set something up." He turned the small piece of paper over in his hands, a phone number and the name "Sherry" scrawled on it. "Night turned out just fine anyway." he said smugly.

"Now you might just be calling the game before the final quarter." a whimsical voice said from in front of them.

They both looked up stunned. The guy who stood before Kyle and Chris was tall with broad shoulders. He seemed to be muscular and compact, underneath his big red t-shirt and baggy red corduroy pants. He wore a fireball red ball cap backwards and two luminous blue eyes stared back at them from underneath. "howdy boys" he said in a musical deep voice.

"who's that?" Chris whispered.

"I don't know just ignore him man, probably some loser freshman." Kyle answered getting ready to slide into his jeep.

"Beep, Beep, who got the keys to the jeep?" The guy smiled, "I do." He held up what looked like Kyle's keys tauntingly.

"what the hell?" Kyle snapped looking into his now empty hands.

"You gentlemen aren't going no where's, ya see." The man in red slurred as he came closer, strolling near them happily.

"You boys should feel lucky, I got out of this business. Was going to get myself a nice little antique shop or something....but it seems whenever I try to get out," he brought his fists violently into his chest, "they pull me back in." he laughed to himself approvingly.

"Kyle I think he's a lunatic, you know how the drug addicts in the city can be." Chris spat distastefully.

"Look get aware from the car waste, or I'll set of my alarm and twenty cops will be here to take you back to the ward."

"Yeah dude like all mental patient have as nice a dye job as me!" He laughed pulling off the hat to reveal a shock of industrial blonde hair. It was so light it could have been white except for a glint of maniacal yellow, an almost toxic blonde.

The red clad figure stopped and juggled the keys idly. "Now what to do with you two. I've already decided of course but I do like to play with my food before I eat it."

He flashed them a curiously feline grin that stretched his hard tanned jaw like the Cheshire Cat's.

"I don't have time for this," Kyle grated in frustration.

"Give over the keys freak." Chris snorted.

"Me the freak? Ha! you don't know the meaning of the word. You boys treated those girls like bimbo's just cause of how they looked...and when you realized how dumb they weren't...You tried a more aggressive approach....So if your going to choose brawn over brains , then I'm going to leave you welcome to it."

Kyle and Chris exchanged a quick glance of awkward disbelief, "That's it I'm calling a cop," Chris warned bringing his cell phone to his ear.

"Fabulous idea!" The blonde exclaimed, "and then we just get the girls out here to tell them all about the Rohypnol cocktails u tried to douse em in at that party Jodi mentioned, and we'll be able to make the morning papers." he clapped happily.

"Those cunts are lying!" Kyle yelled with the knee jerk response of the terminally guilty.

"Yeah I'm sure,- alright, im done playing," The blonde hair fell in the guy's eyes and he sighed heavily, "bored now." Then his smile flashed again and his icy blue eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural light, "Oh yeah I still got it,"

The wind picked up and howled around them, whipping the nearby leaves in a frenzy of movement. The blonde's hands swung into motion, and it seemed to the boys that he was orchestrating some wildly erratic symphony. He brought one tanned forearm down in a wicked slice and it was punctuated with a thunderclap.

The wind died. The howl silenced, and Kyle's hand anxiously held his keys again, in a tentative grasp.

Meanwhile the blonde had a look of undescribable joy on his face, He knocked his long bangs aside for a quick crystalline wink. He sauntered up to were the two men stood stock still. Both Kyle and Chris tried to flinch from him but found themselves rapt and immobile.

A wicked look played across his face. He brought his hands up and caressed both their jawline, and in a harsh feigned accent he said "BIe...GG...EhR!" And then laughed bobbing away, "Be careful driving home...." and then spoke again in that guttural fake accent "White men from town ..."

As Kyle and Chris climbed limply into the jeep, The guy in red slipped on his fireball ball cap and began to glide away on swift dancing feet,..."Back in business, and ain't it grand...let the good times roll..." His melodic baritone wafted passed the window....

Kyle felt kind of light headed the next day. It was strange him and Chris coming home and going, right to bed. They usually spent half the night over cups of coffee and their limitless class work. But both of them seemed to tumble head first into bed without a thought.

He completely ignored any thought but the over whelming urge to eat. HE bolted into the kitchen in a frenzy and found Chris awake and already devouring half the inhabitants of their fridge. Instinctively Kyle cracked about a dozen eggs and drank the whites down without a though and then grabbed for oatmeal. Ravening on half a container. He looked over numbly as Kyle began to attack a half of a chicken that had been leftover. Not even bothering to use a fork or knife.

They ate in intent silence. Staring at their food. Both gorging themselves like underwear clad barbarians. Kyle could never remember being this hungry in his whole life.

After they had almost decimated everything in their kitchen. They slumped into their chairs exhausted.

Kyle had the naggin feeling he was supposed to be doing something.

"What time is it?" it was the first time he talked all morning and his voice came out in a deep throaty rumble. He must be getting sick...

"10:42" Chris answered not bothering to look at him.

Kyle pounded up shaking the perpetual dullness in his head away, "we're going to be late man!"

Chris turned to him confused, "For what?"

Kyle couldn't remember, all he could really fathom out was that they were supposed to be somewhere and that he hadn't done any of his class work...He clapped his ands together in triumph, "Class!"

"Oh yeah," Chris said.

Kyle bounded into his room, Chris followed apprehensively, and then after sometime spoke up, "uhm....Kyle...I don't remember what classes I have today." he admitted.

Kyle paused getting ready to lay into his friend about being stupid or lazy but found that he too couldn't quite figure out what classes were on his itinerary today..."Uh then we should just uhm take all our books...then at least we'll be ready for whatever..."

"Great idea!"

Kyle began to gather up all the text books that lay discarded around his room. Jesus their were so many! Did he really need all these...he must... He was packing a big heavy bag when Chris once again came into his room still only covered by the bare fabric of his white briefs, "Uh Kyle..." he wined.

"What now!" Kyle asked, stepping carelessly on the bag with one heavy foot to make all the books fit.

Chris looked down dejected, "I can't find anything to wear."

"What?" Kyle asked as he continued violently pounding his precious books into the straining bag. "Something clean man," he explained, "put on something clean." that seemed right. And reasonable.

"Nothing fits!"

"huh?" He stopped attacking his expensive literature and then turned to his own closet, he picked up a polo and a button down. He didn't even have to pull them over his head to realize they were ridiculously to small, "did u shrink our stuff when you did the laundry?" he yelled.

"No," and then Chris began to absently scratch his dangling bulge in thought, "uh...at least I don't think so.."

"Shit." he swore. It took him the better part of an hour to rummage through discarded clothes, finally only able to fit into what had once been a baggy track suit. He gave Chris careful instructions, and he eventually too came back dressed, in close fitting sweats.

"We're going to be so late," Kyle fumed as he heaved the bag onto his shoulders.

"I feel funny Kyle," Chris told him.

"Whatever dude just get in the goddamn jeep." he admittedly felt strange too but he was focused and ready to get out.

They both got in the car, but Kyle found himself stupefied behind the steering wheel. He stared at it, and all the different gauges on the dash, tentatively touching his gear shift and testing the three pedals on the floor.

Chris looked at him, "I think you have to put the key in first." he offered.

Kyle breathed a vast sigh of relief that seemed to fill his chest deeper then it had ever been, "Thanks."

He clumsily started the car and they were off.

They drove into town in silence, Kyle went up and down various streets, turning and shifting but when they came to a sudden stop light, he turned to his friend in lost distraction, "Chris....uh where are we going?"

Chris looked at him shocked, "I thought you knew."

"I do Kyle" insisted then his brow dropped honestly, "I...just can't remember,"

They sat at the stoplight lost in abject thought oblivious to the cars beeping behind them and swerving around them, drivers lifting single center digits into the air at them. The light changed about three times as they sat. Then Chris said, "Well we're dressed in our gym clothes...and we have a gym bag..."

"We must be going to the gym!" Kyle agreed.


The gym seemed terribly different to Kyle as he went in. Machines he had once never understood, now beckoned to him. Nautilus systems that seemed to complicated were now beneath him.

He and Chris spent what seemed like days pressing and lifting insane amounts of weight, which now seemed perfectly reasonable. He did however grow uncomfortable at the strange way the other people in the gym seemed to stare at them both as they moved around the free weight room.

Their regular workouts had only ever consisted of purely ornamental weight lifting, more about impressing girls in sports bra's doing cardio then any actual strain.

However the two boys felt possessed with a need to break every muscle group down to absolute failure. Which for some reason seemed almost impossible today. Neither really thought to question the amazing weight they were lifting, solely absorbed with the task of their titanic workout.

Absorbed in a trance like state- they began Bench presses, adding 45's to the bar like they were 10's, growling and moaning as each catastrophic rep sent them into a painful mind numbing body euphoria.

When their Chest's seemed to spurt fire- they merely switched the angle of the bench and the height of the bar and began lifting the impossible weight in an over head motion, collapsing their shoulders in strain.

Kyle wanted to stop, was begging to stop but he couldn't let himself. He wanted more. He needed more pain. He was able to move his shoulder, that wasn't good enough.

And still the strange attention continued. He now began to wonder if it wasn't from the roaring and screaming he and Kyle were directing at each other. So lost in pain and exertion that they didn't even hear anything but each others brutal animal urging. "GET IT UP PUNK!"


Kyle had always thought that guys yelling and hollering at each other over their sets was juvenile and pubescent but for some reason he felt compelled to participate in it, and to his chagrin found his barely contained dick twitching every time he heard Chris's voice ring in his ears or when he would loudly berate Chris.


His embarrassment at the attention was however compounded when they were doing squats in the leg room. "One more!" Chris roared in his ear and in angry compliance, He squatted to the floor- the heavy bar hardly grasped in his shaking hands, he plowed back up and heard the sound of a terrible and audible tear. He fumbled the bar back onto the restraints, and turn toward the mirror. The Plastic fabric of his track pants hand ripped wide apart, leaving his brief covered ass uncovered by a long trench.

"Shit. We gotta get outa here."

Chris gave him sad little boy look, "But we haven't even done our hamstrings yet!?"

"Dude everyone can see my ass."


"I'm leaving," Kyle snorted, his face flushing furiously.

They hurried to the exit, knocking over magazines and vendor products on the way, "hey watch it big guy!" some guy warned as Kyle almost trampled him at the door.

Kyle ignored him and fought for the privacy of his jeep.

One inside the safety of the cab, sweating and disoriented Chris calmed down slightly. He was busy readjusting his pants, his cock having sprung to full life for some reason. His shame had somehow compounded with the energy of the intense workout to cause his groin to respond in full force. His rigid cock tented the track pants, and he had to control himself from touching it. The image of his ass being exposed from his exertion became strangely sexual.

"I'm hungry." Chris demanded from beside him, also clumsily hiding an obvious erection.

Kyle Lurched the Jeep forward awkwardly stumbling over the stick transmission...why were there so many pedals...were there always this many pedals?

His own hunger began to overwhelm him and he stopped at the first store they passed, pulling haphazardly to the curb and then over it with the front wheel.

They searched the poorly stocked store in search of sustenance...or as Kyle put it in a rumbling gurgle FOOD! Kyle wrapped a sweatshirt around his expose waist and struggled to tie it tight as they went in.

They waded past the deli counter, thoughts of subs and sandwiches were quickly denied by his foggy brain...too many carbs, too much high fat protien/ It seemed odd...he'd always been happy with a few chips for lunch...But he now instinctively knew he NEEDED protien, pure muscle building genetic material.

They unceremoniously grabbed two coffee cups and began breaking eggs into them, discarding the yellow suns of the yolk into a trash can. They grabbed handfuls of protein bars and headed to the counter with the empty egg cartons.

The girl at the counter looked wearily at the empty cartons but rang them through anyway.

Kyle felt a light up draft under his sweatshirt..."We got to get some new clothes," he announced to Chris who was absorbed in the magazine rack.

"These guys dress like this." Chris offered. Staring at a magazine called, "M-U-S-C-L-E M-A-G"

Kyle looked over his shoulder at pages of huge Guys demonstrating almost all the workouts they had just accomplished.

"Maybe we should try and find some stuff like this?" Chris asked.

"wow these guys do look like us!" Kyle agreed.

"Then we ought to dress like they do! I mean that's how we're supposed to dress like. And all our clothes don't fit for some reason." Chris reasoned slowly.

It took their combined effort for almost an hour to puzzle out a retailer in the area and even then they had to ask stop and a bewildered sales girl at the desk of the convenience store for directions.

They both squeezed into Kyle's Jeep, delts pressing together in the front bucket seats. "this car is too small."

"No its not" Kyle provided, absently cupping his balls through the material of his sweats, "we're to big!" the both laughed hardily shaking the jeep and their squished together torso's.

The store had the imposing figure of an impossibly built guy in neon lights in front. Kyle and Chris stared in awe of the imposing sign for about 20 minutes before numbly entering the store.

A guy looked up from the counter in front, he gave them a look of expectation and awe. "Wow, good afternoon gentlemen."

"Hi" the answered in unison and then giggled at their response.

"What can I do for you guys? It's not often we get Professionals in here, this'll be a treat." he said.

Kyle nodded dimly, professionals right. He must know that they were lawyers. He must be very smart.

"We need new clothes," Chris stammered, "none of ours fit."

The guy nodded knowingly, "I bet That's an occupational hazard for beasts like you two."

Chris gave him a blank look back, "occu? Wha?"

"Let me show you some of the gear we have in double XL," he said brushing it off.

The clothes the guy showed them seemed to be somehow wrong to Kyle but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. For one thing the were so...bright. And it seemed like everything was from this place called GOLDSGYM, he'd never heard of that label before.

He however differed to the man's opinion out of a deep need to get into anything but his ripped track pants.

He grabbed some stuff the guy had offered and bolted to the swinging doors of a makeshift changing room. Kyle stripped and discarded his clothes and quickly legged himself into a pair of pants the guy gave him. At least he thought they were pants. But as he tugged them furiously up his leg, they clung to his skin like lycra. They were tights! The guy had handed him a pair of ridiculous red and black striped tights! What the fuck!

He grabbed the red Stringy tant top on top of the pile. It was loose around him the strings reaching his abdomen leaving his chest completely exposed, the strings tantalizingly crossing over his nipples.

He stormed out the small room and stood in horror at the scene in front of him. Chris apparently impatient had begun to change right in the middle of the store.

Chris was knee deep in a pair of garish parachute pants, and bare chested. The salesman had his hands wrapped around Chris's firm member.

"What the fuck!" Kyle yelled.

Chris looked over his shoulder with a dopey grin, "He's measuring my in-seem."

The guy coughed uncomfortably.

"Let's just go," Kyle ordered. He couldn't put a finger on it, but something seemed to be terribly wrong with what Chris said, And stranger still he felt somewhat dejected that Chris got the guys attention instead of him, His own dick broad against the tight's.

They picked up three cases of Shakes and headed to the counter. "You know if you guys would like a sponsor for your next competition I'm sure I could talk to one of my vendors."

Kyle was perplexed. What was this guy talking about. "Ah sure..." Then he pulled out his check book. It took him three tries to get the check right. The numbers kept swimming around in front of him, making no sense. Then he even put down the wrong name, spelling the word Crunch instead.

"Hey guys just to show how much I appreciate the patronage, You can have these at no cost." He pulled out to huge Weight belts, with wide front buckles. When he gave Chris his belt he gave the boy an affectionate pat on his ass. Chris smiled broadly. Then they both heaved their heavy clothes and protein filled bags over their shoulders and strutted out of the store like to prize steers.

When they got outside, Kyle wandered aloud, "I wonder why he gave us these?' He said holding up the weight belt. The wide face of the Belt hada word emblazoned in big letters on the front- but Kyle disregarded and trudged on toward the jeep.

Chris smiled that dim-witted smile he seemed to be sporting all day and grabbed at his rock hard cock through the ugly yellow and red pants, "You heard him...He said he liked my Patronage!"

But Kyle was totally ignoring his groping and boasting.

The barber pole and hanging Shop sign had caught Kyle's attention as soon as they had left the store. He couldn't take his eyes off it. The closer he got the more it seemed to catch hold of him until he and Chris were standing there in front of the shop window.

Almost without a thought Kyle huddled Chris through the screen door and they both stood in silence in the doorway.

"Hi there, bro. What can I do you for today?" said the barber. He was tall and wore a beat up canvas blouse and an old pair of boots.

"I think I need a haircut," Kyle answered a bit reticently.

"Well, that's what I'm here for," said the barber. "Get in the chair."

Kyle lumbered over to the chair, discarding his new Gold's gym Sweatshirt on a nearby chair.

At once he felt an incredible sense of relief. The barber spread a white cape over his tight t-shirt and wrapped a paper collar round his neck.

"Wow you sure are a big guy huh?"

"Uh-huh," said Kyle. His mind was foggy about that, but it felt so good to be off his feet- his hunches were screaming in pain from the dead lifts that morning.

The Barber grabbed his scissors and electric razor and looked expectantly at Kyle through the mirror. Kyle just stared back numbly and in the drawn out pause scratched his balls through the cape.

"The Barber gave him a quizzical look and then asked "so how do you want me to do?"

"Uh Cut my hair" Kyle grunted back.

Another long pause.

The barber rolled his eyes, "how do you want me to cut it?" He asked patiently.

Kyle fumbled with the thought for a moment and then craned his neck to look at Chris for help. Chris just shrugged his big shoulders, his delts rippling under the fabric of his wind breaker.... "er...With scissors I guess."

The barber sighed irritably, "Look kid how do you usually get you hair styled." he said slowly.

Kyle baulked at that- he tried to remember his last haircut but it seemed as if he couldn't get passed anything that happened before that morning. He strained his thought, his eyes full off concentration.

The barber however was growing impatient. "Look tell you what, I've had guys like you come in before, I know exactly what your kind likes." he said with heavy tones of condescension.

"Good." Kyle smiled. Happy to be over that hurdle, he didn't really want to have to stress about remembering his last haircut. He was so pleased that he didn't even notice the razor gently slicing off his long brown locks with villainous ease. The feeling of the razor's cold teeth against his scalp lulled Kyle into a pleasant stupor. He happily fell under the barber's spell and only switched every so often to readjust his seemingly permanent hard on.

"Like it?"

Kyle jerked back to reality and found a stranger staring at him from the mirror- his buddies had always called him a pretty-boy in the emasculating way guys demean each other. But now he could fine no sign of the pretty boy. He didn't even recognize the brute who stared back at him with a clenched jaw and surprised grimace. His hair had been almost completely shaved off down in a tight army crew. Their was however a sharp wedge of Brown spike right at the top of his skull. It made his whole face seem longer and wider, like that little patch of hair just stretched his face farther down all the way to his thick neck, that blended in with his wide jawline.

It made him look almost apelike.

"Wha....?" He started to protest.

But the barber just began brushing the wisps off hair his big neck with a soft brush, "Yeah now you'll blend in with all the other Jar heads." he mumbled irritably.

Jarhead. Yeah That's what it looked like. Like his big simian face was a huge jar protruding from his traps with the little patch of hair on top capping him off.

"Me next!" Chris clapped idiotically behind them.

They didn't speak much on the way home. Neither could really think of anything to say. IT was actually getting hard to think at all.

The crowded jeep ride back to their shared bachelor pad was eerily silent. Except for the incessant itching both men seemed to be occupied by. Chris and Kyle both seemed oddly fascinated by the polished smoothness of their stubbly skulls and irritably annoyed at the skin underneath their clothing. Kyle clawed at his hairy thigh, and Chris rubbed angrily at his lightly furred chest.

They got through the front door and heaved their stuff into a corner. They ate in silence as well. Each man quietly downing two protein shakes mixed with a half dozen or so raw eggs, and chicken breast. They seemed insatiable.

When they had finished their ravenous attack they sat down on their couch and tried to recover their bearings.

Kyle was the first to speak, "I think we forgot to do something today."

"Huh?" Chris looked up from his intense scratching of his darkly hairy calf.

"Did we do everything we were supposed to day?"

Chris considered it for awhile and then looked at his friend speculatively, "We went to the gym right?"


A huge wave of relief played on Chris's face. "Good, I guess we did then."

Kyle paused, "Yeah I guess but..." There was something else...something about anthro..or socio...something or other and the phone number of some little scrawny girl named....but he couldn't concentrate on anything but the itching, "Dammit!" he swore scathing his forearms with his fingernails.

Chris stood up suddenly "We didn't' shave today!"

Kyle considered it but then shook his head heavily, "No I shaved in the shower..."

"Your face." Chris corrected.


"But what about everything else?" he asked looking disgusted at his vieny arms.

"What else."

Chris turned and picked up one of the discarded magazines, "P-U-M-P" Kyle read the cover with a lot of effort, confused for some reason by the vowel sound of the letter U, "All these guys are all hairless...it's probably while we're itchin' so much dude-buddy!"

It seemed like a ridiculous suggestion for a minute, but then ...it would stop the itching.

The both numbly and somewhat reluctantly went to their shared bathroom. It was strange but the once spacious room now seemed cramped and uncomfortable with the two of them in their.

"You're going to have to help me," Chris said sullenly as he uncapped the shaving foam and selected a razor," There are ah...some places I won't be able to reach." They turned on the hot shower letting the steam build, trying not to make eye contact with one another. It seemed that it should be truly fucking bizarre for both of them to be in their fucking skivvies with each other in the bathroom.

Chris Leaned his frame against the wall of the bathroom with half bent with his legs straddling either side of the toilet. His legs spread wide and his body tensed with a soldiers precision. He had stripped down to his briefs, and Kyle was shocked at the sight of his buddy spread eagle and willing to let his buddy shave off all of his hair. Not just his chest or back. All of it. Kyle took a tentative stoke with the razor up the length of his friends thigh. Cutting a 3 inch swath of smoothness. It was electric. Just to see that rock hard pink skin hidden underneath all that obtrusive hair...

Chris needed to be smooth. The hair was hiding such a hot body. Kyle was doing him a huge favor. He washed off the razor and continued his shaving in an inspired awe. Just watching the sanative skin undulating under his ministrations...it almost seemed to be relieved that the unnatural obstruction to it's perfection was gone.

He finished with Chris's thigh and marveled at all the muscles that were there. How could you see all that rock hard sensual definition with all that fucking hair....it seemed like inside the steamy bathroom he was revealing who...what Chris really was.

He hurriedly continued down the calf, Brushing long strokes down the curves of his friends vascular and straining hamstrings.

He paused when he got to the foot, delicately shaving off even the light dusting on his toes and ankles. No hair anywhere! Smooth as rock.

He sliced tufts of malignant hair from his friends other thigh. Gradually becoming disgusted at himself for not ever noticing it before. Why did he let himself and Chris get so Hairy and unkept?

He grabbed a pair of scissors and began to attack the veritable forest under his friends pits. They needed to be smooth, the Delt and his Pec would be so much more defined. He linger over the sweet sanative untouched skin under his friends arm. Gently scratching away all the unwanted mess. He had the odd thought that he might look strange with no arm put hair.... but quickly rejected it. And then lovingly finished the other.

He turned then to the light hair on Chris's shoulder blades, revealing each massive wing of his buddies back, "careful of the Acne..." Chris Mumbled. And for the first time Kyle noticed curious little red marks and the occasional large out break that dotted the stretched and touch skin.

Chris then took the Razor from him and began to shave large trails down his chest. Kyle watched in rapt fascination as Chris denuded his tits of the dark hair. He didn't even realize he had begun to massage his massive hard on.

Chris Finished his chest and his big Masculine tits stood out etched in rock solid skin. He smiled and sliced through his bunny trail. Even removing himself of the tantalizing treasure trail he had once secretly adored.

He slid his own boxers down revealing a large swollen purple dick that seemed to ache with excitement. The cock wobbled in Front of Kyle's astonished eyes.

Chris had just taken his dick out in front of him? He had never seen his friends Cock, yet their it was swaying in front of him like a thick tree in a heavy wind. Chris took the scissors from their resting place and started to tentatively trim the protruding bush of pubic hair.

He then looked up at Kyle with pleading eyes. Kyle knew instinctively what to do. He took the razor, steadying one hand on Chris's granite hard abdomen he stroked down the taunt hump above his friends Cock. The razor slid over the hair with a satisfying grind, like shaving stubble from your head. He cleaned the wide crotch of all hair. Then a thought struck him. He carefully took Chris's balls in his hand. Wow...Behind the pointed barrier of Cock Chris's balls huddled close to the skin of his Body and Scrot, almost as if they had shrunk. Chris's Cock seemed so fucking huge and raging but his balls were noticeably smaller , riding high into his groin...leaving his dick to dangle like some great extending need.

Kyle stared at the big hard dripping dick in his hand, stunned at the sexual rage it was stirring in him. "I think that's it..." he stammered.

Chris looked approvingly at the beauty of his cut defined hairless torso. He played with the nipple on his chest openly. Tweaking them and running his hand up and down his Abs.

His expression quickly changed though. "Not everything."

He turned again and thrust his uncovered ass in the air. His big hands pulled his meaty ass cheeks apart.

Two shaking hands grasped the soft muscular skin of Chris's Ass And Kyle roboticly Shaved away even the tiny hairs that lead down his crack. He wiped away the hair with a cloth, and found himself intrigued by the tender pink orifice he had just exposed. Almost on autopilot he licked one finger and began to tease Chris's asshole.

Chris Moaned above him. Circling the hole with his wet digit, he tensed his legs and felt his cock jump as he plunged the finger down into the bowels of his buddies ass.

He had finger fucked many a girl and now Chris began to react the same way any other chick would with his finger teasing her twat.

His bulky legs began to twitch and he picked up Kyle's rhythm unconsciously fucking himself back onto his hand. with one finger skewering his friend's ass he palmed the large glutes, groping his ass.

"Fuck..." Chris gasped. His hairless body gleaming in a sheen of sweat and the steam stinging his eyes. The hot equatorial dampness glistened off of him. His body heating up, reacting from the erotic stimulation. "I'm gonna...Fucking cum..." And then he did, his body shaking as the big heavy cock erupted onto the wall, untouched and undirected.

Kyle felt his own swollen dick jump in his briefs as Chris's surrender to his orgasm.

Later Chris shaved Kyle from head to toe...but he didn't remember that much....only that they both Came again. •

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