He sorted through the mail and then looked questioningly at the package, instead of looking at the return address he opened it right away. Which in retrospect was a big mistake.

On the top of the box was a bunch of bath supplies. Shaving stuff, bath oil, shampoo and other grooming products greeted him. He tossed them aside and planned to take it immediately to the dumpster.

Edward's plans for a relaxing shower were interrupted when he realized that because he was away for two weeks that his apartment was completely out of stock of everything including shampoo. He looked into the empty shower and began cursing. If he had only thought ahead and stolen some of those little bottles from the hotel he had stayed in. But that would have been pathetic. And he really wanted that shower...

Then he remembered the bath stuff sitting on top of the care package that fag from the gym sent over. He cringed at the thought of putting whatever fruity botanical bullshit they enclosed in his hair, but he did feel dirty and it wasn't like anyone would ever know...he could just run to the store tomorrow. Quickly wrapping a towel around his lean naked form he ducked out of the bathroom and grabbed the bag of bath supplies at the top of the box.

The steam from the running shower left a fog around the bathroom just big enough for him to see his handsome boy next door face and trim every man body. The one good thing about the trip to California is that he had gotten a chance to catch up on a lot of the casual sex he had been missing since he had started working all these long hours at work. Sure the chicks in California were used to those vain movie star wannabe guys, with their muscles and vacant stares but they could still fall for his charms and not-too-long out of college body.

He stepped tentatively into the shower taking the assorted bath stuff out of its container and laying it on the shower shelf. He let the shower water rinse over him washing away the weirdness of his day. It was like it had all been a bad dream, Mark wasn't a pansy bodybuilder, Tony wasn't a ghetto boyslut, and Jake hadn't become a bad ass biker with a yen to have him suck his dick.

The hot water washed the day away.

He reached out and instinctively grabbed the long shampoo bottle. H emptied a splash of green goo on to his hands and lathered it into his hair. The minute it touched his scalp he felt a strange tingle. It wasn't abrasive...just a tickling sensation like the shampoo was seeping into his skin. The sensation ran through his body making him feel tingly all over until it solidified and centered in his groin, sending his dick throbbing to attention. Edward shivered from the feeling...and thought that the alien itch wasn't entirely unpleasant. He continued massaging the product into his dark hair maintaining his self-control and avoiding touching himself.

After reluctantly rinsing the silky foam from his hair, he grabbed curiously for the soap that was also enclosed. The violet bar of aroma giving soap slid across his skin like a caressing hand. He scrubbed across his tight chest and down the small ridges of his Abs. The same tingling that affected his head now traveled across his body in the localized from of the soap. The slow motions he took with too gentle hands was very sensual causing even more stimulation in his already aching cock. The purple of the soap tantalizingly along the inside of his thighs and across the slopes of his ass until he couldn't take it any longer and began washing off his rigid pole and heavy balls. Clouds of suds covered his dark bush of pubic hair. The urge in his dick became unbearable and he dropped the soap hastily in his rush to jerkoff.

His big hands grabbed his impossibly pulsing member sending both hands sliding across its length. The slippery soap caused his hands to slide up and down furiously without any grip. Edward's legs twitched and hips bucked with abandon at the erotic tingling. He was so aroused it was actually painful. He lunged back and forth in the shower like a caged animal pulling deliriously on his rock hard dick. Shoulders rolled, calves flexed, and toes curled as Edward came with the force of a fire hose and let a moan of complete sexual release.

Spent and pleased Edward slumped back against the shower door letting the hot water wash away the purple lather obliviously. After basking in pleasure for about twenty more minutes Edward stepped out of the shower in satisfaction.

The entire room was filled with a thick fog of steam, making it almost impossible to see anything. Edward flicked on the overhead fan so as to clear away the heavy humid air and then grabbed the towel and began to dry off. He ran it across his smooth legs and chest and then dried his hair quickly. The steam had cleared enough so that when he turned toward the mirror. He could see his reflection clearly.

The towel dropped.

"That fucking bitch!" Edward snarled as he saw the results of his "Complimentary" gift.

"Real fucking funny you stupid Guido." He growled at the unpresent Gym owner. This most have been some kind of practical joke. Edward stared angrily at his denuded form. The dark hair on his legs was gone leaving only the shapely muscle tone and deep rich brown tan skin. His chest, which only had light fuzz now, stuck out without even a hint of fur. The trail that once lead from his Abs to his dark bush was nonexistent as was the once proud forest of pubic hair it had lead to. His thick spent dick and heavy sac lay against the smooth surface of his inner thigh looking bigger then life.

Hair remover.

The queers must have put hair removal formula in the soap.

Bastards.

A thought occurred to him and he flicked on a second series of lights so he could see better. And his fears were proved to be well founded. His dark brown almost black hair had been changed by the shampoo as well. Golden honey highlights streaked through light auburn hair.

And the shampoo had hair dye. Shit.

How was he supposed to go to the office like this? The ridiculous hairless arms and legs he could hide but this color treated hair was too obvious. He had gone from a dark natural color to an obvious bottle job that left him three shades away from blonde. And to make matters worse with all his body hair gone it made his modest California tan look somehow ten shades darker. Instead of a healthy brown he looked the deep meticulously bronze of an expert sunbather. For some reason he seemed more tan then before he left California.

Dammit.

He cursed the entire way out of the bathroom but for some reason he forgot to wrap the towel around his naked body. Preferring instead to wander around his empty apartment completely nude.

What a horrible day.

All he wanted to do now was get ready for bed and go to sleep. With his balls swinging in front of him he padded toward the bedroom. He scoured through his drawers trying to find a pair of boxers to wear to bed but all his clothes were either dirty or packed away from the trip. He recoiled at the thought of sleeping in the buff, not from any humility but from the thought of being uncomfortable. He resigned himself to staying up another couple of hours and unpacking his clothes just do he could find a clean pair of underwear.

His nude form reentered the living room and he headed to the front hall where he had left his luggage but as he passed by the unwelcome care package he noticed that it contained more then just the Bath stuff.

What other little pranks did the queers send over?

Out of curiosity...just curiosity Edward opened the flaps of the box to gaze into it. A couple of magazines and CD's. And a couple other box's were enclosed, but what caught his eye was a long tube that sat near the top of the box.

This was one stupid ass joke.

The gym hand set him a tube of underwear.

Not just any underwear a pack of faggy bikini briefs. From the label the designs were all in bright ultra violet colors with prints from anything from a fuchsia leopard to a turquoise zebra. The Tube contained five pairs and the guy on the label looked uncomfortably exposed in the tight hugging briefs.

He cursed again. If these guys thought he'd be too embarrassed to sue they were seriously wrong.

As he squeezed the tube angrily the top popped off from the pressure sending a pair of hot pink Zebra print briefs plunging to the floor. Edward irritably bent over to pick them up, disgusted at how small they were but when he grabbed a hold of the silky fabric of the textured brief's he felt the same strange tingling in his cock, which he had experienced in the shower. As he felt the cloth his dick leapt to attention again. He squeezed his smooth thighs together in surprise and pleasure suppressing the surge of erotic tension in his shaft.. He dropped them back to the floor and recoiled from them.

That was weird.

Unnerved Edward backed away from the skimpy briefs and turned back toward the hall for his suitcases. His heavy erect penis wobbled back and forth in front of him the entire way as he tried to evade the thoughts of the sexual bolt of electricity that the clothe had sent to his groin. It was so intense so erotic...and so weird.

He clumsily sorted through the mess of his stored clothes. His numerous bags of luggage lay gutted around him in disarray as he desperately searched for a clean pair of shorts to wear. His desperation stemmed from the fact that he kept glancing back at the pink zebra bikini briefs lying on his living room floor. If they had felt like that with just a touch...imagine what they would feel like held tight against his dick, the fabric stretching to cup his ass... he shook his head and continued to search through the clothes.

It took him ten minutes crouching naked in his front hall like some kind of primitive before he realized that he was either going to have to do some laundry in the buff or sleep naked.

He resolved to sleep buck ass naked.

Edward had every intention of walking right past the tasteless pair of revealing underwear, except for the fact that his sub conscious mind was already justifying slipping them on, just for bed of course. No one was going to see him prancing around in them. And it would be uncomfortable to just be hanging out all over while he slept. But the real reason he was justifying putting on the ridiculous things was because of the sexual jolt he had felt before. His whole body was hungry for another taste.

When he finally got to where they had dropped on the floor the decision was already made. Even though he looked down at them like a coiled snake his fingers itched to grab them. Edward delicately bent down and flinching ever so slightly took a hold of the briefs.

An echo of the previous burst resonated in his cock making it leap against the dry air of the apartment. A dopey pleasured crossed his lips and he absently ran tentative fingers along the shaft in anticipation.

He pulled the band of the comical underwear apart and began slowly to slide one hairless leg into the small leg opening when the fabric brushed against his unprotected tan skin the same sensations of erotic excitement rushed to his cock and brain. Which made him take the dressing process at a painstakingly slow pace. With passionate ease he slid the cuff of the brief up his second calf relishing the strange tingle the garment was some how sending to the pleasure sensors in his brain.

He stood there naked hairless balls hanging tight against his thighs cock straining toward the sky and a pair of silly bikini briefs wrapped around his knees, for as long as his self-control would allow him. Just savoring the anticipation of the moment. With both hands and his tongue licking his upper lip he bent down and hiked them up across his thighs. The cuffs glided snugly across the skin bare thigh muscles like a thousand soft kisses. The bottom of the briefs caught on his crotch and he released his hands in a moan as the band snapped against his waist.

Intense waves of ecstasy rolled over him. Up his back down his spine to his shaking legs. The feel of the tight fabric gripping along the frame of his dick and balls and clutching his ass firmly sent him into rapture for some strange reason. He moaned and uncontrollably held his pink encased bulge in the folds of his tense hands. His rock hard cock began to spurt uncontrollably beneath the brand new fabric. Lurching against the confining briefs like an uncoiled fire hose. Edward just fell into the nearest chair and enjoyed the wild erotic ride with a stupefied smile on his face.

After the supernatural rush he got from putting on the queerbait underwear wore off Edward discovered that he wasn't as tired as he had been before in fact he felt revitalized from the erupting release of his angry cock, instead of the spent lethargy that usually followed when he came. He got up from the chair revived and full of energy. As he walked in the foreign garment he got little shots of unaccustomed pleasure from the different way they felt. The way they rubbed his balls when he strode across the floor or the way they gripped onto the folds of his ass cheeks making his butt seem tighter and bigger. Strange that that would be a good feeling... He walked around the apartment and the thought of changing the cum stained drawers never even crossed his mind.

Out of curiosity he picked up the discarded tube with the other briefs tucked inside. He hadn't noticed it before but the man on the label was a well built specimen with cheese grater Abs and rock hard muscles that were accentuated by the little briefs, so instead of looking stupid the guy actually looked sexy, the kind of confident sexuality that made woman crazy.

Edward looked to the stud in the picture to his own reflection in the living room mirror. Where the clothes had made the Adonis on the label seem like a lusty sexual predator, on him they gave quite a different impression.

The man in the mirror was reasonably in shape yuppie; still barely hanging on to the body he had had in college. The man was good looking for sure but the erotic clothing on him made him seem like he was desperately trying to attain a look he was to old and not in enough shape to maintain. Edward looked like some sleazy lothario or a clueless gigolo. He was actually upset that he didn't look good in the silly bikinis.

Edward had never thought of his body derogatorily he was handsome and his rounded undefined muscles and average man masculinity had always seemed to attract every woman he wanted. But now that he looked at the cut and hard body on the label and compared it to his own he wished that he had more muscular definition. Bigger cuts, harder muscles...

He lost interest in the depressing assessment of his once proud body and tried to find something to do. He wasn't tired anymore...but he did have a veracious hunger. A raid on his fridge proved fruitless literally After being two weeks gone all his food was either gone or covered in two inches of what seemed to be moss.

As he walked back from the kitchen he noticed that the different cut of the briefs was making him walk slightly modified. Instead of his purposeful stride. His hips were rolling a little more making his saunter a little more suggestive

Edward's stomach growled furiously and he absently slid his fingers across the broad expanse of the bulge in his briefs. He unintentionally continued to grope himself through the pink fabric frequently cupping his sac or just holding his package. His mind centered fixedly on finding something anything to eat. After quietly considering putting on some actual clothes and running to the Korean market down the street his eyes once again returned to the strange box filled with greeting gifts from the new owners of the gym.

Again it proved to be a helpful cornucopia. Inside the lid there was a box of what looked to be "Power bars" nutritional supplement bars in varying flavors and colors. Two strongly conflicting emotions struck him like fists. One was the thrill of using another product from the gym and receiving the same erotic jolt he had gotten from the others, the second was the intense fear of receiving that selfsame erotic jolt. Again the debate raged on but with less intensity, eventually his stomach and his cock one out.

He was elbow deep in the box reaching around for a "Vanilla shocker bar" when the first bite crossed his lips and slid on to his dry tongue the sensation ran down though his throat across his Abs to lay angrily on his dick. He swallowed hard and squeezed his knees tight. A yelp of pleasure escaped his lips and he through his head back from the exciting feeling of the strange sexual spell the gym products placed on his eager body.

Before he realized it he had eaten about five of the power bars, choking down "Strawberry fuel", "Chocolate octane" and "orange blasts" he was happily munching and stroking his impressively hard member. It didn't even occur to him that never in his life had his cock been this expectant and unignorable.

In his fog of sexual euphoria he meandered back to the box and carelessly picked up a stack of magazines. It was a thick pile consisting of about ten different magazines. Edward began to thumb through the first couple out of boredom. They were the typical Mags a gym would send, fitness ones. Every time his wetted fingers grazed across the pages to push forward to the next page the ghost sensation of that same erotic tension would strike in his groin.

As Edward flipped through the magazine he found himself gazing at the muscular paragons of fitness that graced it's pages in ever increasing envy. The guys were so ripped, he thought. So cut, so hard, they were so in shape. He wished he could be that in shape, as in shape as the guy on the underwear label. Have Abs you could eat breakfast off of. Have pecs that split the seams of any shirt. Maybe calves so defined that the tendons wrapped his legs like rope. Yeah... that was it. He was moaning deeply as he flipped further. A back that looked straight out of a Greek painting. Every inch toned tanned perfection. An object to be looked one and admired. Biceps that flexed when relaxed. Glutes as tight as bowstrings and every plane of his naked, sweaty body a cut hard testament of sexual energy and masculine...

"SHIT!" His back arched against the couch and he roared in a crescendo that shook his shoulders and made his thighs twitch. He came again in the tight briefs his dick snaking along the waistband. He panted and shook and looked down at the damp blotch on the pink stripes. He put a tentative hand through his light hair and wondered what the fuck was going on with him. It was hard to concentrate...like he was stoned or something. Something was wrong...but he couldn't put his finger on it. The magazine dropped at his side and he stumbled to the bathroom to put some cold water on his face.

The reflection in the floor length bathroom mirror was the hardest splash of water he could have asked for. Edward looked at himself and slumped against the bathroom door in disbelief. "What the fuck is going on?" He whispered in an almost frightened voice.

What the fuck indeed. Ten minutes ago he had been lamenting about his athletic but bulky frame and in the ten minutes since then the reality of his body had reshaped itself. The men in the magazines held nothing on him. The guy on the underwear magazine would now admire him instead of the other way around. Hours of relentless gym work adorned his solid body. Sever muscle definition reflected back at him. Cut's so deep they looked almost impossible or at least painful. For some bizarre reason he had come at the thought of this body now he had it. Every movement was study in male anatomy. Every flinch sent a thousand movements against the muscles that glistened in the florescent light. Fat had dripped away muscle had been gained. He looked at a totally different body. He must be hallucinating. He had to be. It was a dream...it had to be.

He looked like the GNC ultimate nutrition version of Michalangelo's David. He kept moving his arms gazing amazed at the veins that roped around his forearms or shaking the big thighs trying to get the flesh on his legs to move but it stayed as hard as granite. He was a model of fitness, not an ounce of fat, not one unexercised muscle. And it had all happened in the space of ten minutes... It was only ten minutes ago that he was looking at himself critically in the mirror. It was right after he had put on the bikini briefs that had made him horny, and after the soap that made him loose his body hair and the shampoo that lightened his...

The stuff from the gym.

The health bars and magazines...could they have...?

No. That was impossible. There was no fucking way. This was a dream. A weird ass dream. He was asleep from his trip...or all the stress from the office was making him loose it. He had the momentary thought that he was loosing his mind. Was all the stress and aggravation from the office giving him a breakdown?

Maybe the health bars were laced with something? Was that fag Gino crazy enough to pull off something like that?

No he wasn't crazy...In a burst of fear that he was going insane he ran to the package from the gym to check the remaining contents, for some note or sign of tampering. Normal things like more magazines, CD's, a video, and a long box at the bottom greeted him. As he rummaged through the box his hand brushed against fabric and he quickly reached in and grabbed out a small striped white and black garment.

Edward's hands caressed tight lycra and his whole body untensed. The fear seeped out of him as the now familiar erotic rush sped up from his fingertips to its destination between his rock hard thighs. "Ooooouuuuhhhh." He cooed.

Without even a moments hesitation he unspread the tight lycra to see what it was. He had first thought it was a shirt but now realized it was a singlet, like the kind a wrestler in high school would wear. It was gym wear. Workout gear for fags. It looked ten sizes too small. But poor Edward was so enthralled by the return of the sexual fog that he coyly stroked the fabric teasing himself unconsciously. And then with a satisfied smile he grabbed the material and put one harsh hairless leg through the tight leg whole and then the other, as he pulled the straps up around the severe arcs of his shoulders and the neckline settled clingingly under the deep ridge of his pecs boxing off his chest like a showcase, the intense throbbing in his cock had returned full force. His dick was so alive that it was hard for Edward to walk. But he did, With pride. The workout outfit gave him a sense of pleasure and confidence in his body. And he strutted his shit like a prize bull as he walked around the mirror admiring every crevice that the tight revealing fabric accentuated. He lovingly rubbed the curve of his perky ass. Gripping each firm buttock through the glove of the lycra fabric.

He sauntered invitingly back to the box and plucked pout the video in what seemed like habit. He popped it into the VCR. The video yet again sending the addictive erection inducing rushes straight home. The outline of his hard ready cock was plain in the front of the jumper.

The video started and Edward instinctively began following along with the exercise tape that began playing. It was his...a Tae Bo workout. The lead man was a black guy whose body seemed to be as diesel and cut as his own now was. Edward kicked his legs, threw punches and danced along with the video without thought. It was what he was supposed to do wasn't it? Yeah...this was his workout....

"1...2...and...3 kick!" he yelled along. ""Up...and up....and down..."

He was very intent on exacting every move perfectly. He had trouble following along however because every so often he looked down to watch his glorious body perform each exercise in vanity. He was halfway through the video when he decided it would be a great idea to put on some music. Some good motivational music. The thought to grab his own CD's never crossed his mind.

He went straight for the box from the gym. He reached in and grabbed three CD's, quickly unwrapped them and put them in his CD Changer.

Edward went back to the routine on the video and waited for the music to gear up.

The first song came on and he groaned. Damn, it was one of those damn pansy ass boy bands. One of their upbeat fruity pop songs began to blare across the space of his apartment, "Bye, Bye Bye, ..." the band sang and without warning he found himself caught up in the beat. He began moving to the video with more force and more fluid movement as if he was almost dancing. All right! This was much better then the heavy metal 80's rock he used to listen to. How could he not like this? It was so upbeat and relaxing. He listened through all three CD's ending his workout on a high note. Brittany Spears sang the last verses of "Hit me baby one more time," as the credits began to roll on the exercise video. "She is so cool" Edward found himself saying out loud.

HE slipped out of the sweat soaked unitard and returned to wandering around his apartment in only the striped bikinis. The workout had only served to further stimulate his too hard penis. Thoughts of going and quickly jerking himself off crossed his mind, but he quickly put them aside. He had cum three times already that night...he could just wait until his hard on wore off and go to sleep.

In boredom Edward picked up the rest of the discarded magazines and began thumbing through them. He was happy to find that they had sent him some fascinating magazines that had huge articles on all the boy bands he loved so much. It was so cool. He paged through magazine after magazine with nothing but hotties. He was engrossed in reading a great cover story from TEEN about the totally ripped Guy's from 98 degrees. Those guys were so yummy. They looked like football players but sang so good. They were in better shape then the other boy bands but the Backstreet boy's could sing better and Nsynch could dance better and Nsynch did have the cutest guys overall...

Eddie let out an abrupt gasp as he caught his reflection in his bedroom mirror. There he was built more solid then a marine, his muscles pumped beyond a gymnast, wearing nothing but a queer little bikini, lying flat on his stomach with his legs kicked up and waving behind him like some dopey teenage girl while he read some teen pop magazine.

"Oh my Gawd!" He yelped, "like what the hell is wrong with me? This is totally freaking me out now!" Eddie was panicked. HE was acting so weird and it was so hard for him to concentrate on anything except wanting to get back to reading about Drew from 98 degree's pet peeves. "Those guys from the gym are like completely screwing with my life."

"What's happening to me?" the blonde Adonis in the reflection yelped.

His thoughts were running a mile a minute but they weren't the complex thoughts Edward usually had they were simple and basic, frantic in their incomprehension. This must be what happened to the other guys... I'm changing the way they did get all faggy and dumb...shit what's wrong with me.

He stumbled off the bed his dick still hard from looking at the pictures of the teen heartthrobs. What could he do? There was no where to run. No one to call. The box! If he just got rid of the box everything would be better. That damn box had started this freaky Ass mess if he just got rid of it and threw it away everything would go back to normal. As Edward raced into his living room he skidded on a fallen TEEN magazine and slid across the floor. He quickly got back on his feet and was totally unaware of how his heightened reflexives were now such a part of his body that he practically flipped himself backwards like a gymnast in his haste to get back up.

Edward stood staring down at the simple brown paper package in terror. He gathered his thoughts for a second. He had to maintain complete control or the sex jolts would distract him. All he had to do was keep a little self-control and ignore the urge in his cock. It wasn't that hard. He wasn't that addicted to sex. Just maintain control. But even as he thought that his eyes wandered to an open magazine with a picture of Freddie Prinz Jr. On it. Wow, he's lickable Edward thought and rubbed his hungry crotch to thoughts of the dark haired man's naked body. Running his hand over that sweet smile...licking that...

Focus...have to focus.

With a burst of energy he grabbed the box purposefully and headed to the door at full speed. Got to get rid of this shit gotta...get rid of this shit... He had to keep his thoughts simple so that he wouldn't get distracted by...that cute boys dimples....GOTTA GET THIS SHIT OUTTA HERE!

In front of the door just before he was about to dispose of the cursed gifts he fucked up major. Unconsciously giving into the part of him that anxiously waited for the next taste of the sexual buzz. The Edward of 2 hours ago would have mocked anyone so manipulated by his dick but after only a few blasts of pure unadulterated lust he was as much a slave to it as an addict was to his drug. For the first time in a long time Edward got really hard and admit it or not he really liked it and wanted more. His impulses and his dick were now in control no matter what the executive thought.

Curiosity lead him to glance furtively, completely out of intellectual curiosity as to what else those sick gay bastards at the gym had sent to entrap him. Just more magazines and a box... a long box...wonder what's in it? No, have to get rid of this shit. Just more magazines, nothing important.

He got a little sad at the thought of missing out on an article about the Backstreet boys or Jordan knight or any of the other hotties that were in the magazines he had already read. Just to see what he was missing he picked up one to see the cover. He had expected to be greeted by the smiling handsome face of Kevin Richardson or Scott wolf. Instead he was face to face with a well built guy with is hand gripping his balls under the title "Blue Boy".

Fuck gay porn? Fag ass Sickos! Was his very vehement reaction even though only minutes before he had been pinning away in puppy love over any number of good-looking male celebrity. Looking at queers getting it on or some other guy's naked ass...gorgeous round naked ass cheeks.... That was just disgusting...he didn't want to see some fag sucking on some other man's tool like a bitch in heat.... Taking the entire length of the hard sweaty rod down into the soft patch of his gullet deep throating the cock lovingly...No Gotta get rid of this shit. But the smile on the man grabbing himself was so inviting. So seductive, enticing him to look further. The sexual humming in his dick had returned louder and more gratifying then ever before.

As he held the magazine tentatively his hips rocked back and forth forcing his ass out and his tightly covered bulge forward, grinding himself against the open air obliviously. The rush just felt so good.

This trash was repulsive Edward thought. So repulsive he began thumbing through the pages with revulsion etched on his face and his thighs jutting rapidly into the air in front of him. So disgusting, just look at these revolting Homo's laying on top of each other like girls...kissing each other's salty skin tasting the hard muscle over every inch of their eager heavy bodies, caressing each other passionately. Then he flipped to a page with two muscled studs fucking; the bigger one plowing his partner like a dog. These freaks were fucking animals...fucking hot animals having savage hot sex...he imagined what it would be like to have himself bent over and rammed full of a hot dick until he was so filled he couldn't even scream just moan and shift in pleasure. Oh do it to me doggy style, use me baby use me.

"What's happening to meeeeeeee...ahhhh." Edward moaned in sultry sex saturated voice as he continued wildly bucking his hips and staring intently at the hard bodies and hard dicks of the men in the gay porn in his hand. He turned another page and a dark haired muscleman was intently licking the ass of a white bread college boy. He lost all control. He dropped the magazine as the sexual haze that had descended on him deepened. He never felt so good in his entire life. "Shit...ohhh....what's going on..." He began fiercely manhandling his aching crotch pushing his hard dick and heavy balls with a savage massage. Running his hands all over his body. Feeling every taunt muscle, every pulsing vein. He was licking his lips absorbed completely in the resurgence of the sex drug the stuff from the gym was pumping into his cock. His big rigid cock.

Edward was completely enthralled by the sexual spell and was now only to glad to give himself over to the hot sweaty sexual lust that coursed through his veins. Thoughts of men and their firm bodies, strong shoulders, broad jaws, thick shafts and tight meats asses filled his mind to overflowing. Thoughts of big pecs six pack Abs with bunny trails and the musky sent of man sex overran his old thoughts and he gladly succumbed to them. They just made his cock feel good and that was all that mattered.

Information about aerobics, strength resistance, nutrition, weight training and all other forms of fitness flooded into his mind as knowledge about investment portfolios, stock options and market values rushed out. Edwards mind seemed to slow down become a little simpler, all the while and he was happily groaning and grabbing at his balls.

He had given in, freely and eagerly to the carnal euphoria that the gifts form the 64th gym had brought him. And now he was hungry for more. While rubbing the rock hard surface of his inner thighs with the palms of his sweaty hands he bent over box searching for another object that would give him an infusion to his dick. There was only one thing left the long box. Edward fumbled with clumsily with the package in his need. He ripped the binding open spilling its contents onto his hard wood floors. The object that fell to the floor once would have made Edward recoil in disgust but now he just looked down at it thoughtfully. It wasn't the first time he had seen one of these. He had seen them in pornos and in seedy gift shops. This one was a little bigger then average and obsidian black color. He liked them big, he thought archly.

As he bent over and erotically felt the tense muscles of his glutes stretch and contract Edward mused at how much he was changing. What a stupid little straight boy he had been. He had been so naïve, so close-minded. He grabbed the fallen package and watched excitedly as the broadened planes of his forearm contract with just the twitch of a finger. A stupid repressed straight boy who didn't know what his cock should feel like or how fucking hot he could look. Oh yeah he was fucking hot.

But as he looked down at the 8-inch shaft in his vein painted fist he had a moment of doubt. This wasn't him this was ridiculous disgusting...

Who was he foolin' real, fake whatever Eddie was a slave to cock. He loved dick and so what if it wasn't attached to some hard body cutie. He was too tired to go out and get some dick and he didn't feel like ordering up. So the artificial dick that he was now lewdly running over the voluptuous curve of his bubble but and caressing the crack of his ass with tip. At least it was a good replica with balls and all. Eddie was glad about that he loved the feeling of some big humpy guy's sac pounding against his backside and he'd hate to miss out on the sensation.

He sauntered over to his bedroom like the little vixen he was, swaying his hips, shaking his ass and rolling his shoulders. Still almost absently running the head of the phallus across the ridge of his dense Abs.

He applied some lotion to the head and shaft of the black rod and gave himself a pleased glance in the floor length mirror at the foot of the bed. He flashed his prince charming come hither smile and looked himself up and down. The blonde hunk in the mirror returned his gaze and sported a two level tent in the cup of his hot pink zebra bikinis. Eddie kind of giggled at how much of a vain little slut he was.

Sure he was spending a night fucking himself but he didn't know anyone who was a better looker or a better fuck. He laid down onto the bed gently, never once loosing eye contact with his enticing image in the mirror. He arched his back and then in a slow erotic motion he brought both his legs up into mid air exposing the small length of fabric that ran from his balls to his ass and covered his hot waiting hole. If there would have been another guy in the room he would have been ten seconds away from getting plowed harder then the spring planting but as it was he alone and had time to appreciate the sight of his fuck ready body in all it's glory. He lovingly gazed at his stretched and laid out temple of a body. Fuck yeah he was a narcissist but he had very damn reason to be.

His fingers began to tentatively run along the sensitive stretch of skin, giving him ticklish vibrations along his spine. Fingertips caressed the tight fabric of his constricting briefs, tugging at the elastic. He watched himself in the mirror voyeuristically cataloging every movement like a devoted lover.

The fingers of his free hand came slowly to his pursed lips and he slipped them into the warm confines of his waiting mouth suggestively as if to seduce the man in the mirror. He gave himself a wicked lecherous grin and yanked the briefs aside and slyly slid his forefinger into his clean-shaven asshole. The grin split wider and he began to trust in and out easily adding his middle finger and ring finger distending the flesh of his puckered hole to fit the girth of his knuckles.

After a good five minutes of lazy finger fucking Eddie got bored, as he usually did and was tired of the foreplay. He quickly grabbed the lubed length of the dildo and giddily ran his hands over it.

In preparation he leaned back farther shoving his ass out farther and sending his legs farther over his head and then with both limber hands he positioned the replacement cock at the opening of his ass. Eddie took the time to insert it's girth gently but after he had slid it to it's hilt and got comfortable with having his body invaded by it's size he let loose and started fucking himself in earnest.

As he pushed his muscled body back and forth against the span of the hard plastic pole, ghost thoughts crossed his mind. He knew somewhere that he used be a straight man who loved woman and pussy and tits and that this was not the way he used to behave at all. He knew it and somewhere acknowledged that this scene would have incensed him. But Eddie didn't care he was a fag and he was proud to be a dickhound. He didn't want to be bothered with all the hectic bullshit that he used to. All the stress and games; now all he had to do worry about was getting enough protein in his diet and finding just the right pair of jeans to accentuate his ass.

As he fucked himself raunchily, he fucked away the last vestiges of resistance. He used to think woman who used these were disgusting now here he was shoving on up his ass... no his boy pussy. That's what his asshole was. And it was his chest, his pecs they were his tits...he didn't have an ass he had a luscious bubble butt. He fucked himself and gripped his own swollen cock like the boyslut he was. The hot horny gorgeous tramp he was. He moaned in a sigh that was half groan half scream spraying hot cum all over the washboard of his stomach.

He slid the dildo out of his ass with a pop and rubbed the pearls of cum into his skin like lotion as he drifted off to a contented sleep. •