Metamorphosis

Meta.1.Boner

Metamorphosis

Boner

By John Yager

Well, now folks, for something a little different. I know, many of you are saying, "Get on with Montgomery Hall!," and I really appreciate your loyalty. I am still too new to the Wonderful World of NIFTY not to be surprised and very flattered by the e-mail I've received from, quite literally, all over the world. I am also still a little surprised by how seriously many of you have taken the Montgomery Hall stories and identified with its characters. I've had messages addressed to Martin, to Tim, and to Ben, who, by the way, has quiet a fan club. There have been many suggestions and a few flames, mainly for failing to move the stories along a little faster. Oh, well! All I can say is thank you for your interest and support.

But having just finished "Montgomery Hall: Magnolias" (I mention this realizing that it will make little sense to those of you who stumbled on this little epic with no knowledge of the on-going Montgomery Hall saga), I think I need a little break before Martin and Tim really get it on. I can tell you all, those two guys can really be exhausting.

So what follows is a little light entertainment, a kind of "Eine kleine Nachtgeschichte" with Faustian apologies to Marlowe, Goerthe, and, yes, even Berlioz. Please don't take it too seriously, but this is a cautionary tale. Well, sort of.

I should also add, that while it was not my intention to make life especially difficult for the NIFTY Archivist, this story may present something of a challenge as it could fit nicely, by my count, into six of the usual NIFTY Gay categories. Good luck, David, and many thanks.

The usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of gay erotic fiction and should not be read by those who don't like such stuff or are prohibited from reading such material due to age or legal restrictions.

This work is copyrighted by the author and my not be reproduced in any form without specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author.

jvoyager@hotmail.com

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Boner sat at his desk trying to get his thoughts together. He really wanted to tell his story. The events of the last few days had been too amazing to keep to himself.

Boner suffered from the fear most men have of communicating their most private thoughts. The thoughts were bad enough, but to really tell his story, Boner had to reveal much more about himself than he had ever considered revealing to anyone before. Not even his ex-wife knew some of this stuff.

He thought about the stories he had read, accounts of other men's experiences. One thing which had always irritated him were the personal accounts which began with some statement like, "Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm just an ordinary 23 year blond guy with a nine inch dick, the body of an Olympic gymnast and a face right out of a Caravaggio painting."

Well, come on! First of all, the narrator was probably an eighteen year old, pimple faced shrimp with mouse brown hair, and, when he's really lucky, a five inch dick and a face out of the "unimproved" photo in an acne cream ad. But even if the description of the first guy was true, what can the reader do with such information? So you are about to read of the sexual acrobatics of a blond stud god and all you can think is, "Wow, next to him, I come off just a little lower on the evolutionary ladder than the spotted brown slugs." There is no way the average guy can relate with such a person. All you can do is wade through his adventures, experiencing the plotted cycles of sex, narcissism and more sex. Everybody is beautiful in such stories. Everybody gets the person they want and who most wants them. But of course, it's all fantasy. And ten bucks says the blond god doesn't even know who the hell Caravaggio was anyway.

So Boner sat there thinking. Despite his loathing for such stories, he saw no way to get started but to begin the same way. "So, anyway," Boner keyed into his computer, "before I begin my story, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a 28 year old, slightly out of shape guy with sort of light brown hair which is beginning to get a little thin on top. I'm five feet, nine inches tall and weigh 158 pounds. I used to try to get to the gym about twice a week. I haven't gone at all for the last year. Well, okay, eighteen months. I know I really need to start working out again because I've begun to develop a bit of a gut. I was married for three years to the girl I dated all through college, but we were divorced two years ago. Kim remarried a year ago and just had a baby girl. She and I didn't have any kids, which she always blamed on me, and I guess maybe she was right. Since our divorce I have dated a little. Well, actually, I dated for about six months, never found a girl I was attracted to, and just kind of lost interest. Oh, yeah, I've got a cut dick which is a little on the short side of average."

Boner looked at the screen and sighed. "What a shitty beginning," he thought, and headed toward the kitchen for a beer.

Boner's real name was Bill, well, actually William Hudson Bogner. But since the fifth grade when a classmate either misunderstood it, couldn't pronounce it, or was just trying to be funny, Boner had been Boner. It served as first, last, and nick name and he had come to be rather fond of it. Of course he was addressed as Mr. Bogner at the bank, even thought he was rather low in the pecking order and showed no signs of moving up. But still, banks, even mid sized ones of no particular distinction, were somewhat formal places and everyone got a minimal ration of respect.

Away from the bank, everyone called him Boner. He had noticed in the last two years, even his mother has stopped calling him William, or even Bill, and had taken up Boner as well. Perhaps, he thought, her adoption of the nick name had something to do with Kim leaving. He was fairly sure she did not know its somewhat rude meaning, at least as it was used in some circles.

But for Boner the name seemed to be a sort of crystallization of his life. It could mean, boner, as in a really dumb mistake, or, boner, an embarrassing erection. But for him, in addition to all the subtexts, it was just his name, more profoundly than William Hudson Bogner could ever be.

So there you have it: That is Boner. Or, more precisely, that was Boner. Fate had other plans for him. The man he had been last Friday afternoon when he left the bank for a weekend trip to Chicago was effectively dead! The man who now sat before his computer on Sunday evening was a time bomb, a Faustian dynamo, a veritable one man sexual revolution in the making.

But to tell the whole story, we must go back to the proper beginning. And that would not have been last Friday night, but rather his freshman year at university.

Boner had moved into the little single room at the end of the third floor. It was move-in day in the freshman men's dorm and the noise level was a little higher than your average rock concert. Most of the guys on his floor, Boner quickly realized, had asked to be assigned to a room with a high school friend. As a result, there were the jock rooms, the scholar rooms, the musician rooms, and so on. He also realized that he had been given a single room, one of only four on the floor, because he had not asked for a specific room mate and the university staff people making more arbitrary matching from the information on admission forms, could tell so little about Boner, that they had taken the safe route and given him one the four corner rooms. Those rooms were a little smaller in order to accommodate the stairwells at either end of the halls. It was great to have a private room, but Boner quickly began to think of them as the Losers' Rooms, the rooms for the guys nobody wanted to have a room mates.

Well, that wasn't anything new to Boner. He had never been good at sports and by the time he'd reached third grade, he had been identified by his classmates as the inevitable last kid chosen for any team. In high school it had been worse. Boner just didn't fit into any of the established groups. He wasn't a jock, he wasn't a scholar. He didn't play a musical instrument and he certainly didn't sing. In fact, Boner was so far out of the loop that he didn't even fit into the more structured groups of nerds. He was a loner, both by choice and by default.

Then he arrived at the university and made his observation about the nature of the corner rooms and the guys who were assigned them and he had a kind of insight. The dorm had six floors and there were four corners on each floor. That meant that there was a total of twenty-four such rooms. Given the statistical possibility that a few of those guys had been put into corner rooms because of some administrative quirk, there was still the strong likelihood that there were at least a dozen or more guys with whom he had at least something in common; call it "looserhood."

It was easy enough. Boner knew where these other candidates for uniqueness were. It was the start of a new school year and everyone in the dorm was room hopping anyway, meeting new neighbors, checking up on old high school friends who has been assigned to the same dorm, and just generally roaming the halls, getting acclimated to their new home. Boner joined the parade, but he didn't roam aimlessly. No, he was a man with a mission. Within a few hours he had met all but two of the other "corner guys," as he had begun to think of them. And he was pleased to find that his first insight had proved to be true. In fact, as he made his rounds, he tended to feel that the administrative quirk quotient was very small, perhaps nonexistent. The other corner guys were, like himself, loners. Several were so strange that he knew he would not pursue any sort of friendship with them. But half a dozen of them turned out to be quite interesting and one in particular, was down-right fascinating. That was Star.

Danny Star was really thin. He looked a lot like the kid Charles Atlas had missed. His whole demeanor seemed to dare you to kick sand in his face. But there was a certain undeniable quality in his personality which attracted Boner. Over the next few weeks they became close friends. In fact, Boner later realized, Star was his first real friend, ever.

The first day of classes, as Boner was dressing after the required and much dreaded Freshman Gym class, he looked across the huge locker room and saw Star. It turned out that they were not in the same class, but the classes they were in met at the same time. Boner had resolved to head back to his dorm as soon as the class was over, and shower and change there with some degree of privacy, rather than suffer the discomfort of the huge open shower rooms at the gym. But when he saw Star toss his gym clothes into his locker, wrap a towel around his thin hips and head for the shower, Boner, on a whim, did the same. He managed to find a shower head across from the one Star was using. >From that position, he guardedly checked out his new friend's naked body. Boner was amazed and somewhat relieved to see that Star was as meagerly equipped as himself. In fact, Star's whole body seemed to scream inadequacy. He had virtually no physique at all, if by that you meant visible muscle. He was so skinny it was almost painful to look at him. Boner's first impression was of photos he'd seem on emaciated POWs or refugees or concentration camp survivors. Star had little or no body hair apart from a sparse, pale patch above his puny dick. Boner was very pleased. In fact, he was ecstatic. Here was a guy with whom he could feel equal, even superior. Star, in Boner's eyes, was a really cool guy.

Over the next few months Boner and Star became good friends. Star was a bright guy, not a commonly recognized fact, given his rather incommunicative nature. Through Star, Boner met Kim, the girl he later married. That meeting occurred because Kim's roommate, Patty, was from the same town as Star and an old high school friend of his. The four of them double dated.

Just before the Christmas holidays the four of them went to a big party together. They left it early, parked and made out, Boner and Kim in the font seat of Boner's old Chevy, Star and Patty in the rear. It was okay, Boner thought. He liked Kim, enjoyed holding and kissing her, and from the muffled sounds coming from the back seat, it seemed like Star and Patty were fine with as well. Boner had never gotten that far with a girl before and didn't really know what he was doing. Kim obviously had some experience and she sort of led the way. But after nearly an hour of sexual arousal, it was clear that Kim was not going to let Boner go any further than he already had and the rear seat team also seemed to have reached a stalemate. Boner looked back, got a nod from Star, and drove the girls back to their dorm for the final kiss of the night, accompanied by farewells all 'round. The guys wouldn't see the girls again until after the New Year.

On the way back to the freshman men's dorm, Star decided the time was right for the conversation with Boner he'd been plotting since September. Not one to mince words, he began by saying, "Boner, you know I'm not really into girls."

Boner, not knowing exactly what that meant, replied in a rather off handed way, "No, Star, I didn't know that. Seemed like you and Patty were getting it on just fine in the back seat tonight."

"Yeah, I know. We do some kissing. All through high school she was my best friend. It's okay, just playing around with her once in a while, but it won't go any farther and she knows it."

"Just not your type?" Boner said as he pulled into a parking place outside their dorm.

"You could say that," Star said. He hesitated a moment getting up his nerve. Then he added, "Look, Boner, I just as well spell it out for you. I'm gay."

"You like guys?"

"Yeah, Boner, I do." There was another pause but it didn't last long. Star had promised himself he was going to get it all said tonight and he didn't have long to finish. As soon as Boner pushed open the car door and started toward the dorm, his chance was gone. "And, Boner, you just as well know," he said in a rush, "I really like you."

"I really like you, too, Star," Boner said as he got out of the car. "I like you a lot."

"But not the way I mean."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Like, Boner, I'll just say it, man, I want to have sex with you."

Boner stopped at the edge of the parking lot and turned to look at his friend. "Yeah, Star, really?"

"Yeah."

Boner stood very still for a full minute. He looked at Star, he looked up at the windows of their dorm, some dark, others still aglow. He knew that straight guys were supposed to react badly to such approaches. Straight guys were supposed to sock the queer. Or just cuss him out and tell him to never darken his door again. But somehow, Boner just didn't feel hitting Star. He was certain he didn't want to cuss him out and tell him to get lost.

Boner looked back at Star again and said the only thing that came to mind, "What, exactly, did you have in mind, buddy?"

"Well, for starters, I want to suck your dick." Boner noticed that there was no hesitation in Star's response, so he figured he'd given it some thought."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You done that before, Star? I mean, with other guys?"

"Yeah, I have. I've been doing it since I was fourteen."

"No kidding? How come you never mentioned it before?'

"Well, I kind of thought you'd be pissed."

"No, not pissed. Curious, maybe." He looked down at his shoes for a moment and then raised his eyes to meet Star's. A slow grin covered Boner's face. "Your timing is excellent, bud. Kim got me horny as hell and then left me dangling. Well, not dangling exactly, if your get my meaning."

"Yeah, from the bulge in your jeans, I'd say you're not dangling."

"So when did you have in mind doing this?"

"Now. Right now."

"Not here," he thought.

"No. Parking lots aren't the best place for cock sucking. I'd suggest your room or mine."

"Come on," Boner said, not taking time to think, to consider the implications, or to get confused.

It was the most amazing experience Boner had ever had. Admittedly, he had never had sex with any other person before. The few girls he had been with had kissed and let him do a little touching, but they had never touched him, never made any move to satisfy his sexual needs.

And Star clearly knew what he was doing. He managed to bring Boner to the threshold of orgasm three times before letting him slip over the edge on the fourth. When it hit him, really hit him, Boner felt as if his soul was being pulled, kicking and screaming, right out of his body. His only previous sexual outlet had been masturbation and, from the first moment after Star had slowly and gently undressed him, Boner knew it was a lot different being touched by someone else than it was being touched by himself. When Star then ran his wet tongue over the tip of Boner's pulsing dick, he lapsed into a kind of sexual stupor. It was very clear that Star had not been lying. He had done it before and he really did know exactly how to get a guy off. When his organism began Boner really did feel as if he was going to explode. It was the most intense climax he had ever known and when it was over; all he could do was lie there trembling as Star held him, caressed him, ran his hands over his chest and stomach, all the time murmuring to him that it was okay, it was fine, it was wonderful. "Why did Star need to say that?" Boner kept thinking as he tried to regain some degree of control over his trembling body. "Why does Star have to tell me it was fine?" It was fucking incredible and he didn't need Star to give him a running commentary.

When he did regain some degree of control and felt he could risk articulation, all he could think to say was, "Why the hell did you wait 'til now to tell me you wanted to do that?"

Star just smiled at him. He would have liked to bend forward and kiss Boner, but he was sure his friend was not yet ready for that.

So their friendship had moved on to a new height. For the next three and a half years, Star had provided Boner with a happy but conflicted sexual outlet. Boner had gradually gotten bolder with Star. He had undressed Star on their third outing and then began to touch Star a little. He never became as uninhabited as either of them would have liked, but Star seemed happy with the arrangement and Boner felt as if he was in heaven. He could neck with Kim and never complain when she got his so aroused it was painful. He knew that after he had told her good night and gone off to his dorm, he could rely on Star to give him the release Kim denied him.

By the middle of their junior year, Boner had begun to touch Star's dick, shyly at first, then with greater boldness. All the while, Boner kept telling himself that he wasn't queer, not really queer. Sure he loved what Star did for him but he figured when he married Kim, as he felt he wanted to do, he would be even more content with the kind of sex he would have with her.

Boner did marry Kim the summer after their graduation. Boner asked Star to be his best man. Star not only refused, but he left town as soon as their graduation was over and didn't even attend their wedding. Then Boner started his job at the bank and the following fall, Kim began teaching elementary school near their home. Life went on. Star just dropped off the radar. Boner was a more or less happy, straight, married man.

Then, just three years later, Kim wanted out of the marriage. Boner was shocked. He held on to some weird sense of hope. She would change her mind, she would come back, want him back, life would go on.

But it didn't happen. Kim remarried, had a child, settled into a new life. Boner went on the dating circuit for a few months and called it quits. He sat and brooded. He stopped working out and he hated his job.

Then one day , it hit him. Just twenty-three months and seventeen days after his divorce he woke up knowing what he had to do. He had to find Star!

Boner was good at running credit checks at the bank, in fact, it was one of the few parts of his job he really enjoyed. He thought of himself as a kind of super sleuth. With a few phone calls and a little time on the internet, he could find just about anyone, document their personal history and shoot holes in any trumped up credit history ever invented.

It took Boner less than two hours and half a dozen phone calls to run down his old buddy. It turned out that Star was less than three hours away, living in Evanston and working for a big advertising agency in Chicago.

That night Boner called Star's home number. It was surprising how much came back the moment he heard his old friend's voice. Star was delighted to hear from him, even more delighted when Boner told him that Kim was no longer a part of his life. That was Wednesday. Star invited him for the weekend. It was agreed that Boner would take off Friday at noon and be at Star's place in Evanston by five.

"I work out at a gym nearby, so bring your gear and we'll hit the weights together. We can shower there and then go on to a neat café near by. I'll really be glad to see you, Boner, but that doesn't mean I'll cook for you. I don't even cook for myself."

"Shall I find a hotel, Star, or can I bunk in with you?"

"Hell, Boner, bunk here. You can have your choice of beds. Just don't expect home cooking."

"Sounds great, Star. I'm really anxious to see you."

"Same here, buddy."

So it was arranged and Boner headed for the big city as planned on Friday afternoon, happy to be driving into the out-bound rush hour traffic as he got nearer. He made it to Star's address right on time, but he was in no way prepared for what confronted him. He pulled up in front of the old brick townhouse, now obviously broken up into half a dozen apartments. Star rose from the front steps, where he had been setting, waiting for Boner's arrival.

But it wasn't the Star whom Boner remembered. This was not the a skinny kid. Sure, he was still a little on the short side, but even that was less apparent as he rose with a kind of physical presence and confidence from the old red brick stoop. This Star was a god!

Boner parked his car and grabbed his gym bag from the back seat thinking that working out with this stud was going to be a little embarrassing. But actually, despite his trepidation, the gym was great. They stood in the entry area which was round and looked like a small rotunda. The reception desk conformed to the curved surface of the dark walls. Overhead hung a huge and rather curious chandelier. Inlayed into the marble floor was an equally strange twelve-sided pattern which Boner first took to be the great circle of the Zodiac. On closer examination he realized that while the form was the same it did not include any of the symbols he assumed would be there. Instead, the perimeter of the design was covered with strange letters which Boner thought must be ancient Greek.

A big, muscular, black guy, who obviously knew Star, greeted them and immediately took charge.

"Welcome to Metamorphosis, Mr. Bogner. I'm Brady, and I'll be showing you around," he said with polished enthusiasm. Boner figured Brady thought he had a sure fire new member, but what the hell, he could play along.

After changing into shorts and a very sexy tank-top, Star hit the weights like a Marine recruit. "Boner," he said as he'd headed out, "I'll look for you in about an hour."

Boner felt less exposed and a lot more comfortable in sweats, and as soon as he came out of the locker room, Brady, the big, black manager, grabbed his ass and began putting him through a kind of combination workout and evaluation. "You need major work, Boner," Brady told him after about twenty minutes, "but, hell, that's what we do. You should have seen Star when he first showed up here."

"Actually, I did know the 'Old Star.' We were college buddies."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, no shit, but just how long ago was that, when Star started coming to your gym."

"Oh, let's see, four or five months maybe."

"You gota be kidding. You did that with him in no more time than that."

"Hell, Star was one of our slow ones. We specialize in rapid transformations. As you leave I'll give you a brochure on our twelve-week special."

"Twelve weeks?"

"Yep, we make you or break you, buddy, but you'll never be the same." Brady grinned at him and Boner had a sudden rush of expectation mixed with dread.

"Twelve weeks?"

"Twelve weeks. But you've done enough tonight. Any more and you'll be so sore tomorrow you'll never want to come back. Let me show you the sauna and steam room and the showers. I'll tell Star to look for you there."

Boner went back to his locker and undressed. He wrapped a big towel around his poor body and chose to spend time in the steam room. He figured he'd be less visible there and dreaded the thought of exposing himself to the scrutiny of a bunch of heavily muscled gym rats.

The steam room was occupied by about half a dozen guys, and as Boner had expected, they were all as built as Star. He sort of hit in a corner and listened to the voices drifting from the fog.

"Well, I'm still just pressing 160 but Danny says he's moving me up to 180 next week."

"You doing those new isolation curls Brady was showing us?"

"Yeah. My biceps went up from 19 to 23 inches in no time at all."

The talk went on and Boner just listened. In fifteen minutes he had all he could take, both of the talk and of the heat. He headed for the locker room, killed a little time and then hit the showers. It was as embarrassing as hell. He faced the tile wall and closed his eyes and let the hot water run over him, a little like the kid who thinks he's invisible when he covers his eyes so he can't see anybody else.

"You survived Brady, I see," Star said as he slapped Boner's wet ass.

"Shit, Star," Boner said as he recoiled from the attack. By the time he turned around Star was facing the other way, squeezing body wash from the wall dispenser. As Boner watched, Star worked the rich lather over his sculpted body. When he turned around Star saw with a shock that it wasn't just his torso and legs and back and arms which had seen dramatic development. Between his buddy's muscular legs hung a pair of balls which would have made a Jersey bull proud, and over them hanging at majestic half mast, was a dick which in its present state had to measure seven inches with the promise of a couple of additional inches when really ready for business. "My god, Star," Boner said before he had a chance to think, "what have these guys done to you?"

"Remade me, buddy," Star said with no hesitation. He smiled as he saw Boner's eyes glued to his crotch. "They specialize in rapid transformations."

"No fucking shit!"

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At the café it was immediately apparent that Star was not only a regular, but a favorite among regulars. The host welcomed them and showed them to "your usual table." The waiter, who was young and very sexy followed close behind with a tall glass for Star. It was milky and a rather odd color, pale, yellow, almost green.

"Your usual, Star," he said setting the glass down and almost drooling over Star. Then he gave Boner a cursory nod and said, "Hi, I'm Bobby."

Boner looked over the menu and settled on the lasagna and a beer. Star's preferences seemed to be well known. He had a Caesar salad with two grilled chicken breasts, accompanied by a second of the strange drinks which Bobby promptly delivered as soon as the first glass was empty.

"So tell me about life in Chicago, Star. Is it as good as it seems?"

"Better."

"You enjoy your job?"

"Love it. But it's still like a new toy."

"New job? I thought you still worked for the advertising company you went with after college."

"I was with them for nearly five years. Nice people but too dug into their ways."

"So you left?"

"I had a better offer. The old company, Tellers, is local, family owned and run like it was in the 1950s."

"So where are you now?"

"Aspirant. I'm an accounts officer with their office here but handling clients all over the country, even a couple of foreign accounts."

"Aspirant? Wow, Star, that's kind of big time, isn't it? I mean, I don't know shit about the advertising business, but I've certainly heard of them."

"Yeah, one of the biggest. I more or less tripled my salary and on top of that they have a big bonus and stock option plan. Tellers was a dead end. I mean, I got great experience there but nobody but the family are ever going to own a piece of that company."

"How long since the move?"

"About four months ago."

"Hey, that's about when you started going to Metamorphosis."

"Yeah, all in the package."

"You mean your health club membership is paid for by Aspirant too?

"Yeah, well, something like that. You want dessert?

"I don't care. How about you?"

"I got some killer frozen yogurt at home. Let's get out of here and hit the fridge later."

"Sounds good."

Back at Star's apartment Boner couldn't help but be impressed. The place was huge, most of the top floor. There were two bedrooms but the smaller one had been turned into an at-home office with all the bells and whistles. One look and Boner knew Star's computer alone was capable of major wonders.

The place was beautiful and had the look of having been "done" by a professional decorator. "Wow, Star, this place rocks."

"No place like home, buddy." They had retrieved Boner's stuff from the car and he stood in the middle of the huge living room not knowing what to do with it. "Come on. We'll just put your clothes in my closet and then I want to show you a video."

"Great. Cool." They walked back the bedroom, at the center of which was a kingsize bed. The opposite wall was made up entirely of mirror-faced closet units. In an alcove to the left was a very professional weight set and bench. An adjacent door stood open revealing a splendid white marble bathroom.

"We'll put your stuff in this closet, Boner. You can sleep here if you don't mind sharing my bed, or you can have the sofa bed in the office if you want. I use it as a makeshift guest room when I have somebody in I don't want to invite to sleep with me."

"But you're inviting me?"

"Sure, Boner. It's been a while but it isn't as if we haven't shared a bed before."

"I'd like to stay here, Star," Boner said, trying to imagine what it would be like to sleep next to this beautiful man.

"Great. Now let's look at that video." He headed back to the living room and popped a tape into the machine as a massive TV screen came alive.

"What you got, Star," Boner asked, "that you're so anxious for me to see, some porn or something?"

"Well, not really, Boner. Just sit down and relax. I'm not trying to turn you on or get you horny."

Well, right. Maybe that wasn't Star's intent, but it sure was the effect the video was having on Boner. As the tape began Boner saw Star at the Metamorphosis. But it was the old Star, skinny, hesitant, unsure of himself. Brady was with him and they were going through the same routine he had put Boner through a couple of hours earlier. From there the tape progressed in short segments, each introduced by a ledger which said, "Week One," "Week Two," and so on until the reached "Week Fourteen." As the tape ran its course Boner witnessed Star's transformation as if with the elegance of time-lapse photography. In fact, Boner thought, it was very much like those films of a flower opening from bud to full bloom. The tape ended with some shots of Star as he now appeared, posing in very brief trunks as the camera circled him, showing off his beautiful physique. The trunks, Boner also noticed, did a great job of showing off covered parts of Star's body.

"God, Star. That's amazing."

"Yeah. I have to watch that tape a couple of times a week just to convince myself it's for real." Star flipped the remote, changing the TV back to cable and they were silent for a while, just watching the late news. As the sports coverage ended, Star said, "Okay, buddy, ready for frozen yogurt?"

"Oh, man, I don't know. I think I'd just as soon head for bed."

"Sounds good. I've got a busy day planned for us tomorrow. I would like to take another quick shower though. Come on, Boner, we'll do it together, like old times."

Boner felt a little apprehensive but he followed Star back to the bedroom without expressing his concerns. Star quickly stripped and tossed his clothes into a concealed hamper in the wall of the bathroom and then stepped into the spacious shower. "Come on, Boner, get with the program. Just put your duds in there with mine. I have a woman in twice a week to do cleaning and laundry. She can just as well get used to doing your stuff, too."

Boner looked a little confused as he pulled off the last of his clothes and joined Star in the shower. "How long you planning on me being here, fellow?"

"Up to you. As long as you want." He had loaded a huge natural sponge with lemon scented soap and was running it over his chest. When Boner stepped into the shower with him, Star reached for his hand and drew him closer. The before Boner could object, Star began to lather his body as well, running the sponge over Boner's shoulders and down his arms. "Turn around." He said, and Boner did so without hesitation. Star soaped Boners back and buttocks, then stooped and ran the sponge down his legs and over the tops of his feet. Standing again he said, "lift your arms," and Boner again complied with out objection. Star ran the sponge up Boner's sides, tickling his ribcage, then gave his arm pits a good soaping. When that was done Star said, "Now bend over." This time Boner did hesitate for just a second, just long enough for Star to give his wet butt a hard, resounding slap, harder and more painful than the slap he'd given Boner in the shower at the gym. "I said, bend over." This time Boner did as he was told. Star ran the sponge up the length of Boner's ass crack. It felt rough going over the pucker and Boner moaned. Again Star ran the sponge over the tender skin of Boner's ass, this time holding it there and rotating it so the area was completely covered with thick suds. He tossed the sponge back toward a wall rack but missed. It hit the wet tile floor of the shower stall with a dull splash and a rivulet of thick suds ran our of it toward the central drain.

Boner started to straighten up but Star put his hand on his back and gently held him there. "Grab your ankles, Boner." Boner felt a little lightheaded, but did as he was told. Star ran his hands over the rather fleshy mounds of Boner's butt, gradually spreading them to reveal the soap covered rosebud of his ass. He slid his fingers along the crack, passing over the pucker, then working back again. When he reached Boner's pucker the second time his fingers lingered there, playing over the sensitive area. He put one finger against Boner's pucker and pushed gently. He withdrew his finger and watched as the rosebud pulsed, closed even more tightly, then opened again, a little wider this time. Star pressed against it again with a single finger, this time pushing in about an inch. Boner moaned. He had never had anyone other than a doctor touch him there before.

"Like that, Boner?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Thought you would." Star pushed in a little further, watching as Boner's body tensed. Then, quite suddenly, he pulled the finger out. "Stand up and turn around." When he did so his penis was fully erect, standing out straight from his belly. He noticed Star was also erect. His cock was intimidating. It was now far larger than Boner's in both length and girth.

Star stooped for the sponge and without another word ran it over Boner's chest, down over his belly and then over and around his balls. As he brought it up he spread suds thickly over Boner's dick, causing him to gasp. The with his free hand, Star grasped Boner's dick and stroked it several times, leaving it slick and clean. "Let's rinse off. It's time we move this party to my bed." Star stepped under the powerful shower, turned once or twice, assuring that his own body was free of soap, and then pulled Boner under the shower with him. When they were both well rinsed, Star reached out to a self just beyond the shower and retrieved two huge towels. Handing one to Boner, he began to dry himself with the other. Within moments they were dry. Star walked naked to the bed and threw back the covers, revealing luxurious deep blue sheets. "Come on, Boner, we sleep nude." Again, without complaint or hesitation, Boner settled into the bed with his old friend. Star reached out, and with one powerful arm, drew Boner over against him.

"Okay, Boner," Star said in a deep, authoritative voice, "here's the rules. Any place in this apartment except the bedroom or bath, we're equals. We share, we argue, we talk it out, whatever the issue. Out of the apartment, the same thing goes. I'll never embarrass you or make you do anything you don't want to do. You can challenge me, disagree with me, argue with me and we'll still be friends, we'll still be buddies, okay?"

"Sure, Star."

"But here, in my bedroom and my bath, you do what I say, understand?"

"Yes."

"No hesitation, no back talk, no questions."

"Okay."

"If you don't like the rules, you're still free to go sleep the sofa bed in the other room. But if you stay, it's by my rules."

"Okay, Star. I understand."

"You'll stay?"

"Yeah, Star, I'll stay." As Boner said those four simple words he realized he really meant it. He would do whatever Star told him.

"There's one other thing, Boner, one other rule."

"Yes, Star?"

"If I ever do anything you don't like or I ask you to do anything you don't want to do, you have the right to say stop or no or whatever you want to end it."

"Understand?"

"Yes. I can say no."

"You can say no once. We'll stop then but it will end the rest of it, too. You move to the other room for however long you stay here with me. You don't ever come back to my bed."

They were silent for a moment while Boner thought about the implications of this new rule. "Do you understand, Boner?"

"Yes, Star, I understand."

"Good man."

Star rolled over on his side, supporting is head with his right hand. In that position he looked down at Boner, who's naked body was laid out beside him, exposed, vulnerable, waiting for Star's inspection, for his touch.

Star placed his left hand in the center of Boner's chest. He hand felt very warm to Boner. He felt as if some invisible force was radiating from Star's hand into his body. After several minutes, Star began to move his hand over Boner's body, over his chest and shoulders then down over his belly, where it again stopped.

"Remember our college days, Boner?"

"Sure, like yesterday."

"Remember the way we had sex?"

"Oh, yeah."

"What do you remember?"

"I remember you sucking me off."

"What else?"

"Well, I remember us in bed together, touching, kissing."

"You remember me touching you or you touching me?"

"You touching me, Star."

"Well, old buddy, those days are past." A look of shocked disbelief came over Boner face. "I don't mean I won't blow you now and then. After all, I love that cute little dick of yours."

Boner blushed at the reference to the inferior size of his cock. He looked up into Star's eyes seeking some sign of reassurance.

"What I mean, Boner, is that all through college, you were using me. You'd let Kim get you really turned on and when she pulled the plug you'd run home to good old Star so he could take care of you." Boner was silent. What could he say?

"But from now on, buddy, we're going to do it my way. I think I've earned that, don't you, Boner?"

"Oh sure, Star, you earned it."

"Okay then. Understood. I'll take care of you but you have to take care of me in return."

"Yes."

"So, Boner, you want me to suck you off? Just like the old days, me giving you a blow job."

"Sure, Star, if you want to. That would be great."

"What if I told you I know a better way to get you off? More intense, more exciting. I've learned a lot since college, Boner. I know my way around the bedroom and will be glad to show you the ropes."

"Yeah, Star, show me."

With no warning, Star lowered his mouth to Boner's and kissed him. It was a firm, powerful, man's kiss and it caught Boner completely by surprise. Boner remembered that Star had kissed him before, during their college days. But those kisses had been on the chest, the stomach, the thighs. Once or twice he had even kissed Boner on the cheek or forehead, but never on the lips.

Boner didn't respond, at least not at first. He really didn't know how to. He didn't resist Star's kiss, but he didn't respond. But star held the kiss, pressing his own lips firmly against Boner's. Then Star's free hand came up along Boner's stomach, pressing and stroking as it moved further up across his chest. At the same time Boner became aware of Star's tongue, which was moving gently, softly in comparison to the pressure of his lips. Star's tongue moved slowly across Boner's lips, then back again. It did that several times. Then, as Star's hand found Boner's right nipple and began to gently squeeze it, his tongue began to press against the tightly sealed space between Boner's lips with greater pressure, all the while still moving back and forth from one side of Boner's mouth to the other.

Was this what gay men do? Boner thought. He knew Star was gay. Star had admitted it many times. It was not admitted with pride and it certainly wasn't admitted with any sense of shame. It was just stated as a fact, as if Star had he his hair was light brown and got streaked with gold when he spent time in the sun.

Star's tongue continued insistently and at some point, without realizing he was yielding to it, Boner lessened the tightness of his lips. Star's tongue was there in a flash, moving into and along the newly created space. Saliva ran from Star's mouth down along his probing tongue. It filled the little canyon created by Boner's now somewhat open lips. It overflowed that space and ran down over his lower lip and over his chin. A drop fell from his chin to his throat, hitting his skin with shocking wetness. Boner, again unwittingly, opened his lips a little more. It was all Star needed. His tongue pressed past Boner's lips, entering the warm cavity of his mouth. And with Star's insistent tongue came the flood which had been accumulating and now mingled with Boner's own saliva. Star's tongue moved further in. Was it incredibly long? Boner wondered. Star's tongue circled Boner's teeth. It explored the roof of his mouth and the soft, vulnerable tissue inside his cheeks.

Again Boner's reaction was instinctive. He moaned. His hands, limp and passive until now, came up to grip Star's shoulders, then to move up along his neck and finally to the back of his head, were his fingers twirled and twisted. Boner couldn't remember feeling Star's hair before and found it so soft, so silky, that he thought of babies and puppy dogs. Boner moaned again and, thinking that he was trying to speak, Star pulled back a little, freeing Boner's mouth.

"Danny, Danny, oh, god, Danny," Boner chanted. His voice was so soft it was almost as if he was in some sort of esoteric trance, repeating the mantra which was all that held him to the physical world.

Interesting, Star thought, he never called me that. Star didn't like being called by his first name. He didn't like being called anything but Star. Wanting to discourage Boner's use of his first name, Star did the only sensible thing. Rather than tell Boner to only call him Star, he simply made his point by softly repeating back to Boner, "William, William, William." It did the trick, Boner's eyes widened. Then his sort of smiled. Star smiled back and again lowered his mouth to cover Boner's. But this time he left his own mouth open a little, inviting Boner to explore, which Boner quickly did.

As Boner discovered the wonders of deep kissing another man, Star moved over him, using his muscular arms to support himself until he had managed to get his own legs between Boner's, all the while, keeping their mouths locked together as Boner became increasing bold in his explorations. Once properly relocated, Star lowered himself slowly so that his entire weight rested on Boner. For the first time Boner realized that it really was true, muscle was heavier than fat. Well, perhaps "fat" was being a little hard on himself. Boner wasn't really fat, he was just out of shape. It occurred to him that in his entire life he had never really been in shape. At least he had never been in the kind of ripped shape Star was in. Could he be, he wondered. Star had done it, and apparently in amazingly short time. Could Boner do the same? Did he have the willpower, the discipline it must have taken for Star to so completely transform himself?

As Boner was thinking those thoughts several interesting developments were occurring. He was aware of them but his brain had gone into a sort of sensory overload and could only handle one thought at a time. First he realized that his own hard cock and Star's were now pressed together in the hot confines between their bellies. It was an amazing sensation. At the same time it finally dawned on him that Star had closed his lips tightly around Boner's tongue, trapping it. Boner no longer had the liberty to explore Star's mouth as he had been doing, but instead, Star was sucking on Boner's extended tongue with as much force as Boner remembered him using to suck his cock. It was a second amazing sensation. Then he realized that as he sucked Boner's tongue, he was using his own to circle and excite it. Before he realized what was going on he also discovered that he was slowly humping his body up against Star's. It seemed wanton and he tried to stop. It was then that he realized that he really didn't want to stop. He wanted to move against Star, feel Star's hard body and his weight baring down on him.

Star moved his hands down along Boner's body until they reached points behind his thighs. Then he lifted Boner's legs until they were up against his shoulders. Boner might be in a stupor, but he wasn't dumb. He moaned and began to move his head from side to side. It was both a non-verbal "NO" and an attempt to free his mouth so he could speak. Star seemed to have no objection. He lifted his head, moving his mouth away from Boner's. Suddenly Boner's lips and tongue and even the interior surfaces of his mouth seemed on fire, tingling and wet and not a little enflamed from their long secession of kissing. Since his head was now free to move, he turned it sharply to his left and looked at the glowing numbers of Star's bedside clock. Nearly an hour had gone by since they came from the bathroom, and, he realized, most of that time they had been engaged in some of the most intense kissing Boner had ever experienced.

Kim had never really liked openmouthed kissing and he had certainly not had an experience like this with any other woman and no other man he'd ever known. But then, as his original intent returned to his muddled mind, he turned his head back again to find Star's face just inches away, his lips ready to reclaim rights to Boner's mouth. Before that could happen, before Star could again silence him with another one of those hour long kisses, he said, as emphatically as he could manage, "you're not going to fuck me." He had intended it to be a pronouncement but his voice was so distorted that it sounded more like a question.

It seemed Star took it as a question because he responded, "No, not yet." And then before Boner could manage any further statement of dissatisfaction, Star's mouth had again closed over his own, sealing out objections.

Star managed to move his right hand beneath Boner's raised left leg, then into the crack of Boner's ass. The reality was that, in that position, Boner didn't really have a crack. His legs were raised and spread, exposing the virgin pucker of his ass to light and air and Star's exploring hand.

Star's fingers danced over Boner's balls and then down behind them, tickling and teasing the sensitive skin. One finger found his pucker and began to circle it. Boner felt his ass twitch and the little bud dilate. Traitor, he thought. His ass was cooperating with Star's plans despite its duty to keep itself tightly closed and on the alert against invasion. Instead, his ass seemed to really like what Star was doing.

Star's circling finger came to rest dead center on Boner's pucker. It just rested there for a moment then it moved away. At that moment Boner's ass spasmed as if it was objecting to being left alone. But before it could complain too much, the finger was back, and this time pushing with greater insistence. All Boner could do was moan. Star's finger slipped into Boner's ass, not far at first, but it was in! Boner moaned again. He couldn't help but wiggle his ass a little. Was he doing so to rid himself of the invader? No, Boner thought, that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted more of Star's finger, not less. He humped against Star's finger and at the same time, Star pushed. His finger made slow but steady progress. Soon it was in well passed the second knuckle of Star's index finger and he began to move it around. He moved it from side to side, he rotated it, first to the right and then to the left. Boner moaned again, as all the while their deep, tongue tangling kissing went on.

What was happening? Boner asked himself. I'm not support to be enjoying this. I'm not queer. Then he stopped thinking and humped some more. Star withdrew his finger and Star really missed it. It felt so good having Star in him, just a little way, but very satisfying. Star gave Boner's lips one more quick kiss, just a peck really. Then before they could drift into another lengthy kissing secession, he moved down a little. He was kneeling now between Boner's wide spread legs. Star was kissing Boner's nipples, sending little charges through his whole body. Well, that's interesting, Boner thought.

Star moved further down, kissing Boner's belly and then his dick. Old times, Boner thought. But Star didn't linger there for long. He moved again, this time to lick Boner's balls, and then, while foundling them, he lifted them up a little. He moved further down and back, licking the tinder skin behind Boner's balls, and in short order coming to the pucker of Boner's ass. The pucker responded with another tremor. Star made his tongue into a hard wedge and pressed in again. Boner moaned. Thank god he washed me so well there, Boner thought. Otherwise it could be embarrassing. In any case, it felt great, even though he couldn't believe Star was doing such a thing. Man, he thought, his best friend was eating his ass and they both seemed to be loving it.

Star's tongue, being wet and slick, easily slipped in as far as his dry finger had gone. It hit that mark and just kept going, determined, Boner decided, to establish a new World Record. A considerable volume of saliva was running down Star's tongue and into Boner's ass. In fact, his ass was soaked. Then Boner was aware that Star's tongue had been joined by two fingers, one on each side. The fingers now had more lubricated access to the rather limited space and were working their way to new depths. Once in, they began to massage and then to spread the walls of Boner's ass. By that point Boner's moaning was more or less constant. It seemed to Star that Boner's utterances had slipped beyond the verbal into the realm of pure animal sound. In any case, Star wasn't hearing any understandable objections from his old buddy.

Boner couldn't believe this was happening. He remembered that back during their college days he'd thought about it a couple of times. Well, maybe he'd thought about him fucking Star, since there had been no likelihood in those days of him getting to fuck Kim. But there had been some sort of fucking in the back of his mind. Right now he just couldn't be bothered to think it through. He had gone so long without sex of any sort, other than beating the monkey, that his mind really had gone into a lust induced overload. Besides, what Star was doing to his ass was incredible. How could he object, he wondered. And again the thought crossed his muddled mind that he wasn't really queer.

Star took his time. He had been told many times that he was a kind and generous lover and he was determined to make this as good for Boner as first times can be. But it wasn't long before he judged Boner's ass well opened and ready for stage two. Besides, Star was so aroused by that point that he was afraid he'd shoot too soon as it was. Any more ass eating, which he loved, might well put him over the edge.

When he pulled away from Boner's wet chute there was an audible objection. "It's okay, Boner. I'll just be a minute." He rolled over so he could get into the drawer of his bedside table for a condom and lube. Boner watched every move Star made. Star ripped the foil pack and rolled the rubber down the length of his impressive cock. He knelt again between Boner's legs, which he noticed, were still bent at the knees and still spread as wide as they were going to. The boy was making no move to avoid what he knew was coming next.

Star took hold of Boner's ankles and put them up on his shoulders. He squeezed a big glob of the lube onto his fingers and then worked it into Boner's ready ass. He worked it in deep, twisting his fingers, first two and then three, until the channel was slick and ready. He squeezed a little more into the palm of his left hand and spread it over his condom covered dick, all the while continuing to work Boner's ass with three fingers of his right hand.

"Okay, buddy," Star said, "I'm coming in."

"Oh, Star," Boner moaned, "you gonna fuck me? You gonna fuck my ass?

"Yeah, lover, that's the idea," Star said, his voice a low, husky whisper.

"My virgin ass."

"Hang in there, buddy." Star leaned forward and positioned the rather formidable head of his cock at the pulsing entrance to Boner's most private part. "Take a deep breath, Boner." Boner felt the head of Star's cock pressing against his ass and he sucked air. "Good boy. Now hold it, yeah," Star instructed as he adjusted his aim. He had completed the mid-course correction and began to push in. "Now, let it out, Boner, slow now, breath out." As Boner exhaled, Star pushed further in. The wide head of his cock spread the opening of Boner's slick ass. It encountered the firm resistance of Boner's sphincter but didn't even pause. He pushed a little harder and the sphincter decided this wasn't so bad after all. It opened suddenly and Star was in.

Through that entire maneuver, Star had not taken his eyes off Boner's eyes and Boner's eyes had gone from a dreamy half closed lassitude to full wide wonder.

"Yeah, Boner, you're doing great."

Star found that any resistance Boner's body might have mounted had vanished. He still took it slow, but in less than a minute he had planted the entire length of his cock deep in Boner's bowels. Then, slowly at first, Star began to move. He pulled back only a little at first, then in again, keeping almost the entire length of his cock in Boner's ass until his friend could adjust to the sensation of it being there. But once it was clear that Boner was comfortable, Star picked up the rhythm. Every time he pulled back or pushed in, the wide head of his cock rocked Boner's prostate, sending sensations through him that he'd never imagined, let along experienced before.

"Oh, Star...."

Whatever thought Boner had intended to express got lost in the mounting pleasure of the moment.

So this is what it's like to be fucked, Boner thought. This is what it's like to be loved! He looked up at Star's handsome, shining face and smiled.

"I love you, Star," Boner whispered.

"I know. I love you, too.

Well, Star thought, as he continued to pound forcefully into Boner's ass, we seem to have gotten another issue out on the table.

Star had loved Boner since their freshman year in college. He'd known by their junior year that there could never be another person who could claim his soul the way Boner could. Then for five years he had gone on, not knowing he'd ever see Boner again, not really expecting to. Now, in just a few days, a phone call and a weekend visit had changed all that. He felt as if he had entered a new world.

The last hard months had given Star a new sense of purpose, in a very real sense, a new life. With the help of Metamorphosis he had succeeded in becoming a new man, the man he'd always dreamed of being.

But now, on top of everything else, here was Boner, back in his life, back in his bed.

Boner's eyes had sort of rolled back in their sockets and the lids had drooped until they were mere slits. As Star looked down at him he felt that Boner looked like a trusting child. He had the rather soft body of a child, but if Star had his way, that would soon change. Star had remade himself into a fucking stud. He could help Boner do the same.

The rhythm of their fucking speeded up as the moment approached. Boner was moaning louder now. He was humping up against Star with enough force to buck a less determined rider. Star could read the signs. He'd seen Boner come many times before, although, he realized, from a rather different prospective. Instead of looking up at Boner's face from between his legs as he sucked Boner to an earth rocking climax, he was now looking down at the boy as he pounded his cock deep into his very willing ass. But the signs were there and Star knew them. Boner's eyes were tightly shut now, squeezed shut with such force that the little lines at the outer edges were hard and exaggerated. Boner had always reached out to grasp the back of Star's head when Star blew him. Now the same instinctive fear of abandonment expressed itself as Boner's legs came up higher and locked around Star's torso and his hands come around Star's hips to pull him harder, deeper in.

Star knew the signs but the force of their orgasm still surprised him. It really was, he later concluded, a single orgasm, a single shared, screaming, red spotsbefore-your-eyes, total body, fucking huge climax. Momentarily their bodies shook. Then they both became very still as they slipped into some kind of involuntary catatonic state. They froze in mid-movement. Time froze.

Yes, Star thought when his shattered senses began to return to him, that was very interesting!

Star slumped onto Boner and they both dozed.

When he rallied a little and looked at the clock it was after two. They were both still naked, of course, and Boner was on his side pressing back against Star, his wet, sticky ass against Star's spent cock.

"Want you back in me, Star," Boner murmured, half asleep. "Feel so empty with you gone."

"It's okay, baby," Star whispered in Boner's ear.

He pulled his exhausted body out of the defiled bed and headed for the bathroom. When he had peed and found clean towels, he returned to the bed. The pungent scent of man-to-man sex was heavy in the air. He knelt on the edge of the bed and bent over to kiss Boner's cheek. Then Star nudged Boner into a half awake state. Boner rolled over onto his back and looked up at Star with half opened eyes.

"What?"

"Roll over, lover. I'm going to spread this towel over the wet spots. It will do 'til morning."

Boner did better than roll over. He rolled out of bed and headed with a certain sense of urgency toward the toilet. "Got to piss, Star." Then when the full impact of the pressures he was feeling hit him, he added, "Guess I've also got to shit."

Once Boner was out of the bed, Star thought better of his original plan and pulled off the soiled sheets, found fresh ones in the closet and remade the bed. Just as he was finishing a sound like a small explosion came from the bathroom, followed by Boner's rather astonished voice saying, "Shit!"

Star went in to find Boner sitting on the toilet and the bathroom filled with a singularly unpleasant odor. He immediately went over and turned on the shower, then reached into the storage unit under the lavatory and retrieved a spray can of room deodorizer. He sprayed it liberally and then turned on the exhaust fan. Within seconds the worst of the offensive odor was gone.

"Oh, man, Star, I'm really sorry," Boner apologized, still setting on the toilet and looking just a little shaken.

"Not your fault, lover," Star smiled as he adjusted the shower's temperature. "I think I get a big part of the blame. Now, come here."

Boner looked a little embarrassed as he wiped his ass. He'd never gotten used to using the toilet in front of anyone else, although, he thought, he could probably overcome that particular fear with Star, given a little time.

Boner got into the shower and began to run the soap over his cum encrusted body.

"I'll be with you in a minute," Star said, and left for the bedroom.

When he returned he was carrying a brown pasteboard box about four inches square and a foot long. He put it on the shelf just outside the shower, retrieved a tube of medicinal cream from the shelves behind the wall mirror, and then slid back the glass doors and stepped into the steam filled shower.

"Here, give me that," he said to Boner, as he took the soap. "Now, turn around." Boner did as he was told. "Good. Now assume the position." Boner looked back over his shoulder at Star, a questioning look on his face. "Spread your legs and put your hands against the wall," Star instructed, and again, Boner did as he was told.

Star gently but thoroughly washed Boner's enflamed ass, then gently squeezed a generous bit of the salve from its tube onto Boner's buttocks. He used his fingers to slowly spread it along both sides of Boner's crack and then, tentatively at first, into the opening of his ass. The ring around Boner's ass, Star noticed, was puffy and red. He ran a single salve covered finger into Boner's ass as far as it could reach, then gently turned it slowly to coat the inflamed walls. Boner moaned and pushed back against Star's hand.

"Easy, boy," Star said.

"God, Star, you're a real bastard. You turn me on to getting fucked and then you won't let me have what I need."

"I'm giving you what you need, Boner, you just don't know it yet."

Boner continued to utter a series of pathetic, begging moans, but it did him no good.

When he was finished Star put his arms around Boner's shoulders and leaned against him, bringing his now hard cock into contact with Boner's well greased ass. He stood there in that position, not moving, just letting Boner absorb his love.

Boner moaned and pushed back a little against Star. He wiggled his ass around a little, trying to align it with Star's hard cock.

"God, Star, I want you in me. I don't want to ever let you go."

"You look pretty red back there, buddy. We'd really better wait."

"NO," Boner said. It was emphatic. "I got to have it, Star. I feel so fucking empty without your cock."

"Listen to me, Boner. Even if I fucked you again, it'll just be for a little while. I can't stay in you all the time."

"Oh, man, I feel so fucking empty."

"Well, if you're that desperate, let me take care of you." Star stood back and slid open the glass doors. He reached out and retrieved the brown box for the shelf just outside the shower. He flipped back the cover and took out a long object, wrapped in plastic. Boner watched, half turned to see what Star was doing.

"Oh, god, Star," he whispered.

"You know what this is?"

"Sure, man, you don't think I know anything."

"Well, buddy," Star grinned, "I wasn't sure if they were standard equipment around the banking world."

"Yeah, right, Star, very funny. What do you use them for in an advertising office?"

"You'd be surprised."

Star finished unwrapping the impressive butt plug and held it out for Boner to examine. It was nearly a foot long, made of hard, black rubber, and its huge head measured nearly four inches in diameter.

"God, Star, that dildo's way lot bigger than you are and you just about split me open. I want to be full, not ripped apart."

"Well, maybe you don't know as much as you think you know."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. First of all, it's not a dildo, buddy, it's a butt plug, and second, you can take it and love it if I tell you to."

Boner head snapped up and his eyes met Star's as his mind went back to the rules Star had recited earlier that night.

"So what's the difference between a dildo and a butt plug, anyway?"

"A dildo's like a fake dick. I've got a few of them, too. Maybe we'll play with them soon. But you can't keep a dildo up your ass. See how this baby's shaped?"

"Yeah, like the head of a fucking rocket grenade."

"Yeah, big pointed head and then it tapers down to a somewhat thinner shaft. Then here at the very back is a sort of "T" section."

"It looks like the handle end of a canoe paddle."

"Yeah, sort of. Once it's in your ass, that "T" part just rides in your ass crack. The pressure from those tight ass cheeks of yours keeps it in place, not that it would slip out of anyone, once that big head gets past your sphincter."

"Gees, Star. It's fucking huge."

"It's okay, Boner. You don't think I'd want to permanently damage that cute ass of yours? I've got much better long term plans for it."

"God, Star," Boner said, running his fingers over the massive head. It scared the shit out of him, but he had to admit, the idea was also very exciting.

"You lack confidence, Boner. Confidence in me and confidence in your own amazing ass."

"I just want you in me, Star. God, man, can't you just fuck me."

"Sure. And in half an hour you'll be begging for it again. I know, buddy, I've been there."

"Yeah?"

"For sure. And do you think I'd use this motherfucker on you if I hadn't used it on myself first?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But it's been out of service for a while, nicely washed and sanitized and just waiting for you. Now, no further argument. Turn around and assume the position." This time Boner didn't have to have an explanation. He reached out and planted both hands against the tile wall of the shower and spread his legs as Star had made him do before.

"Bring your legs back more, Boner." Boner scooted back until Star said, "Good, now, bend over more. I want your cute ass spread wide and pointed up at me." Again, Boner complied.

Star squeezed more of the antibiotic cream out if the tube and liberally greased the huge head of the butt plug. He knew Boner's ass was still very loose so he didn't spend a lot of time working on it again. He knew the bullet shape of the butt plug's head was designed to slip into a tight ass and gradually spread it as more and more of the head entered. He remembered the fist time he'd taken this monster. He'd thought it really would split his ass open. It hadn't. It had stretched his ass though and gotten him ready for bigger and better things.

Boner moaned as the pressure increased. By the time Star had the plug in about half way, and in the process, had stretched Boner's ass ring to about half the diameter it would have to reach to take the entire head, Boner's moans had become a slow, begging sob of pain.

"Please stop, Star. I can't take it anymore," Boner begged.

"Okay, we'll try another way." Star withdrew the massive plug. He took soap and gently washed Boner's ass, both inside and out, removing as much of the petroleum based salve as possible. When he had done as good a job as possible, he turned off the shower and reached out for two fresh towels. Once dry, the boys returned to the freshly made bed. Boner crashed onto it, lying on his stomach with his inflamed ass exposed.

Boner rummaged in the bottom of his closet and returned with a shoe box. "Dildos, Boner. You wanted dildos. He opened the box and took the four objects out and began unwinding the plastic wrapping. Star was always very conscientious about the proper care of his sex toys. He was a stickler for safe sex and after each use, each object was washed and disinfected and wrapped before being stored away. He had found that doing it promptly made it easier.

"Your fairly normal 'Seven,' pretty much standard equipment, Boner."

"Yeah, but it's still bigger than me."

"Well, we'll deal with that later." He unwrapped the second object and held it out for Boner's inspection. "'Eight by Two,' Boner. Nice. Also great for some relaxed solo action."

Boner looked but didn't comment.

The third and fourth toys were unwrapped and placed on the bed so Boner could see them without raising up. "This one's my favorite, especially when I'm alone and lonely and want to beat off with a nice big dick up my ass."

Boner rose up a little and looked at Star. "You do that, Star? You fuck yourself with one of those plastic cocks?"

"Not more than once a week, Boner." Star admired the massive toy, remembering some enjoyable nights with it. "So, anyway, this one is a 'Nine by Three,' which makes it a little bit bigger around than a beer can and a good bit longer."

"Gees!"

"Yeah, like I say, my favorite. But this last one is the champion. We'll have to work up to it."

"It's as big as that butt plug you tried to use on me."

"Yep, same size, its a 'Twelve by Four.' And see, it has this kind of base, so you can stand it up, like on a chair or something, and fuck yourself by just sitting on it. And then there's a switch in the bottom of the base. When you turn that on it vibrates."

"You into some sick stuff, Star."

"Just wait, buddy, your time will come. But there's more. See the hole in the base?"

"Yeah."

"And the opening at the business end of this bruiser?"

"Yeah."

"Well...." He reached back into the shoe box and removed a four foot plastic tube, open on one end and attached to a rubber bulb at the other. "Know what that's for?"

"I can guess."

"I just use warm water but I know one guy who loves warm, thick whipping cream. He says it comes closer to the real thing, no pun intended."

"That's sick, Star, and that guy is one sick motherfucker."

"Don't kick it 'til you try it, bud." He put the toys back in the box but left it within easy reach on the foot of the bed. "Anyway, where were we?"

"You're gonna fuck my ass."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Please, Star,"

"Rise up a little." He reached for a pillow and one of the fresh towels he'd brought in earlier. As he did so he looked at the clock and saw it was just after three.

"How?"

"Lift your butt off the bed."

Boner was still lying on his stomach but he understood what Star wanted. He did a sort of sloppy push-up, lifting his entire body off the bed as Star shoved the towel covered pillow under him. Boner lowered his body, pressing his dick into the soft comfort of the towel. Star took the other towel, folded it and laid it over the back and side of Boner's head, tucking it so that it effectively blindfolded him.

"Now, Boner, spread your legs. Good. And spread your arms, too." Boner was fairly well centered on the big bed and when he flung out his arms in each direction he couldn't quite reach the edge on either side. "Good, Boner, now relax and leave the towel alone."

"It feels great against my dick. You fuck me and I'll come all over it."

"Don't be a smart ass, Boner, I mean the one over your eyes."

All Boner said was, "Mmm...." Star had moved between his legs and was working lube into his battered chute. When he had him well lubricated, Star reached into the box, retrieved the six inch dildo and gave it a good coating as well. He pressed the head against Boner's ass and saw the inflamed and swollen outer ring pulse in anticipation. With great care Star worked it into his needy ass, rotating it for greater effect. As he did so he used his free left hand to gently massage Boner's lower back and buttocks. Boner, in response, uttered an almost constant murmur of joy.

When Star had the plastic cock fully embedded in Boner's ass, he moved back a little and looked at the spectacle before him. Boner was certainly not in great shape, but he had a certain boyish charm. He hadn't had time to let his body go entirely to pot and, yes, Star, thought, it wouldn't take Brady and the boys at Metamorphosis long to work him into shape.

Star observed that Boner's shoulders and upper arms were actually in fairly good shape already. Sure, they needed a little more bulk and certainly more definition, but they weren't at all bad. Boner's mid-section clearly needed work. Star couldn't see his belly, but he had already observed that it suffered from too rich a diet and too little exercise.

But then there was his butt! Even needing work, it was magnificent. Star could really learn to love that cute, boyish, bulbous butt. All the while he looking over Boner's compliant body, Star had continued to kneel between his outstretched legs. Star's hands moved slowly up and down Boner's thighs, kneading the tense muscles, feeling the warmth which radiated from him.

Star returned his gaze to Boner's ass. Only the round end of the dildo was visible and even it was slightly embedded so that the reddened tissue around it seemed to swell over it a little. It was an obscenely erotic sight. Star loved butt play and tonight was a fulfillment of many a fantasy.

"You know that's a dildo in you, don't you, Boner?"

"Huh?"

"That's not my dick, buddy, it's one of these plastic cocks."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Star, great, just fucking wonderful." His voice seemed to come from a long way off.

"Okay, Boner, I'm going to leave you for a minute or two. I want you to lie real still and keep your ass tight. I don't want you to let that fucker slip out. Okay, Boner, you understand?"

"Yeah, Star."

"Good boy. I'll be right back." Star slipped off the bed and hurried to the bathroom where he quickly took a leak. Then, again able to think about other things besides his bladder, he grabbed a fresh supply or condoms, another tube of lubricant, assorted bottles from his medicine cabinet and, last but not least, the massive butt plug he had tired but failed to wedge into Boner's tight ass. When he returned to the bed, nothing seemed to have changed. Star dumped his assortment of objects into his toy box and got back on the big bed. He again knelt between his friend's outstretched legs and ran his hands over his pretty butt. He squeezed lube onto his right thumb and index finger and then began to work them gently into Boner's ass, probing between the ass walls themselves and the shaft of the dildo lodged there. When he was in deep enough, he gripped the dildo and began to slowly pull it out.

Boner moaned. "No, Star, please."

"It's okay, buddy. See, I'm not taking it all the way out."

By this point Star's own penis was completely hard. He hurriedly tore open a condom packet and rolled it down the impressive length of his cock. Once prepared, he again rotated the shaft of the dildo a little, which elicited further moans from Boner.

Star grabbed a small vial from his box of toys, screwed off the lid and held it under Boner's nose. "Know what this is, buddy?"

"Hum."

"Know what you're breathing, Boner."

"No."

"Well, take a deep breath and hold it."

Boner did as he was told. When Star removed the vial from under Boner's nose and took a deep hit himself. He then closed it and put the vial back in his toy box for later use.

Star moved in and positioned his cock. He judged about half the six inch length of the dildo was embedded in Boner's ass when with his left hand, he began to lower it's angle, forcing Boner's inflamed ass ring to stretch still more. He inserted one well greased finger of his right hand into the space above the dildo, pulling the ass ring open still more. Into that newly gained space, he pushed the slightest bit of his own cock.

Boner moaned. "Oh, man, I feel so fucking horny."

Star smiled as he moved in a little more. "Me too, baby." There were now almost continuous moans from Boner, but no verbal objection.

"You're doing fine, babe. Just relax," Star encouraged.

He pushed in more, slowly gaining ground, until the sensitive head of his cock felt the firm ridge behind the head of its plastic companion. From that point on, as he pushed his own cock in further, he also shoved the dildo along with it.

Boner was moaning constantly now but he wasn't complaining. Star noticed that a thin sheen of sweat had broken out over Boner's body but when he touched his back it felt cold and clammy.

Star pushed again and way that both he and the dildo were all the way in. He rocked back a little and felt the double stimulation as the soft, yielding tissue of Boner's ass gripped the top of his pulsing cock and the firm, unyielding surface of the dildo rode against the bottom.

"This is fucking hot," Star said, more or less to himself.

He was a little surprised when Boner's weak voice came back, "Yeah, man, fucking hot, fucking, fucking, fucking hot."

"I'm gonna come, buddy. Just ride it out."

"No, Star, no, not yet."

"I can't stop it buddy, I'm in overload."

"You come, you'll want to pull out. I want you in me, Star, I want you in me all night."

"Sorry, Boner." It was all Star managed to say before the impact of his orgasm hit him. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, so fucking hot, just so fucking hot."

As the last wave of his climax faded, he slowly withdrew his own cock from Boner's tingling ass, and with it, the dildo. When Boner moaned his protest, Star relented, withdrawing his own spent dick, but leaving about half the length of it's plastic companion imbedded in Boner, ass. Even that wasn't enough to satisfy Boner for long. He set up a wale of protest.

"Okay, Boner, hang in there."

Leaving the dildo partially in place, but still showing enough for him to easily grasp it when he was ready, he pulled the used rubber from his own cock, tied its end, and dropped it onto the carpet beside the bed. That done, he reached for the next larger dildo and gave it a quick greasing. Then, before Boner's ass ring had time to contract from the double barrel assault it had just experienced, he again grasped the smaller dildo in Boner's ass and began to fuck his buddy with it. He pushed it in as far as he could without loosing his grasp, withdrew it nearly all the way until only the head was in Boner, then shoved it roughly in again. As he repeated this maneuver several times, Boner humped back against the thrusts.

"Yeah, Star, yeah." He moaned his encouragement as Star got an increased understanding of his friend's proclivity for really rough sex.

Well, Star thought, my boy likes a little pain. We will have to work on that in the days ahead.

Star readied the larger dildo, holding it in his right hand, as he slowed the rhythm and then withdrew the smaller model completely with his left. He gave the smaller dildo a quick examination as Boner moaned, protesting it's absence. Star saw no blood, and he noticed, no streaking of shit. All was well in Evanston tonight!

On the next thrust it was the larger model which penetrated Boner's ass. He was so relieved to have his ass again serviced that he didn't even care that he was being stretched a little more.

"Yeah, Star, yeah," It had become the guy's mantra. Boner continued to moan as Star slowly accelerated the action. On the third thrust, as he shoved the dildo in as far as it would go, he gave Boner's ass cheeks a hard, painful slap. It clearly caught Boner by surprise. There was a slight delay in his chant, and then it began again, "Yeah, Star, yeah, fucking great, man, fucking wonderful."

Star figured the dildo he was now using was not as large as the old one and his dick together had been, so he knew Boner's ass could quickly adjust to it. With a further promotion in mind, he readied the next larger model, the infamous 'Eight by Two' and monster. We're making real progress here, Star thought, congratulating himself.

The pace increased, the pressure on Boner's ass was reaching new heights. On one especially rough out stroke, Star pulled the dildo all the way out, waited a second or two, and then slammed it back in again.

"Yeah," Boner moaned.

"You liking that, buddy, you like having your ass fucked?"

"Yeah, Star. I love it, man, just keep it up, please, keep it up."

"We aim to please, Boner, anything for a friend." As he uttered these words, he again withdrew the dildo all the way, waited the expected couple of seconds and then hit Boner's ass with the eight by three.

There was a moment of silence as Boner sucked air.

Star shoved the larger model in about a third of its length and waited.

Boner held his breath, not completely understanding the new sensations he was experiencing as his ass muscles sat up a little rhythm, pulsing with a kind of tremor in their attempt to adjust to the larger diameter of the new invader.

Star held his breath. Would Boner take it? Could he take it? He was, after all, Star thought, a virgin. Well, at least he had been only a few hours ago. But Star didn't have to wait long for an answer. Boner's voice was a little weak and maybe a little shaky.

"Yeah, Star, yeah, fuck my ass, Star, fuck my ass."

Well, it was encouraging. They really were making great progress, but out of caution and concern, Star took it real slow. He pulled the 'Nine by Three' out just a little and then gently pushed it in, out and in, out and in, each time a little further. He couldn't get over how turned on he was by the Boner's stretched ass. After several minutes he had managed to work the entire length of the larger dildo into his buddy's chute and clearly, Boner was ready for more.

This would be the ultimate test.

Star reached for the box and extracted, not the 'Twelve by Four' dildo, but the monster butt plug of the same size. He had not succeeded before to wedge it into Boner's tight ass, but this was another ball game. By now Boner had been stretched out very well indeed. He had taken the smallest toy in Star's collection and then he'd taken that same plastic cock accompanied by Star's own flesh and blood power driver.

The progress to the 'Eight by Two' had been easy enough. And even the insertion of the 'Nine by Three' hadn't presented too great a challenge.

Yes, Star concluded, Boner was ready!

But Star knew he had to think of the best stratagem for introducing the final stage. He settled on persuasion and verbal encouragement rather than surprise. Surprise had worked quite well with the previous transitions, but this was an entirely different matter.

"Okay, buddy," he said, his voice low and reassuring, "we're going for the championship. You with me, Boner?"

"Yeah, Star. I'm with you."

Star figured Boner had no idea at all what he was agreeing to, but he took what he could get. It might not exactly count as 'Informed Consent,' but for their purposes, it would have to do.

"Okay, for starters, it's time to turn over, baby."

"Oh, Star, I got to? I'm so relaxed like this."

"Got to do it, Boner, it will be a lot easier with you on your back and your legs up on my shoulders."

"Yeah?" Boner said, giving it a try.

"Yeah. I want you to keep your ass tight so the dildo doesn't slid out."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Boner, and besides, I want to see your face."

"I am kind of cute, huh?"

"You're adorable. But right now I just want to see how you are doing."

Boner completed the turn and he managed to keep the dildo in place. The towel fell off his face as Star helped him, first into a sitting position on the bed with his legs extended either side of Star, who was again kneeling between them. A wide-eyed look of surprise came over Boner's face as he first sat up. In that position the "Nine by Three" was being shoved with considerable pressure still further up into his ass.

Star tipped Boner back until his head was flat on the bed and the look of surprise changed to one of contented hormones. "You really are becoming a little slut. Did you know that, Boner?"

"Oh, yeah. You gonna fuck me some more?"

He lifted Boner's very relaxed buddy's legs up onto Star's own shoulders. "I'm gonna give you the ride of your young life." When he had his friend positioned the way he wanted him, he added, "You okay like that?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Good. Now I want you to focus your eyes on mine. Keep looking at me, Boner, don't try to watch what I'm doing to your ass."

"Gonna hypnotize me, Star, so can have your way with me?" A silly grin spread across Boner's face but he looked happy and he looked ready.

"I am having my way with you, sweetheart, and it didn't take any hypnotism at all. I'm gonna have you do some more deep breathing."

"Yeah?

"Here, Boner, breathe deep and hold this shit in your lungs as long as you can." He positioned the vial under Boner's nose, watched as he exhaled deeply, then moved it to his own nose and also took a deep breath. When he had finished he returned it to Boner's nose and said, "Again." Boner did as he was told.

"Now, buddy, you okay?"

"Oh, yeah."

With his left hand, Star kept up the slow, steady rhythm with the 'Nine by Three' as he held the tube of lubricant in his right and flipped its hinged cap up with his thumb. He had a little difficulty getting the lube onto the massive head of the butt plug with only one free hand, but he managed, holding the base of the monster between his forearm and thigh.

Well, Star decided, this was the moment of truth. "You're sure you're okay, babe?"

"Oh, yeah, doing fine." Boner's voice was distant, as if he was off in another place.

"Okay then, we're going for the goal."

"Oh, yeah."

Star slowed still more the action with the 'Nine by Three.' On the next outstroke, he pulled the huge dildo all the way out, waiting a few seconds as he had done before with the last transfer. Boner began to look anxious. He really didn't like the feeling of emptiness after so much pleasurable action. That was Star's cue and he gently shoved the dildo home again. Boner moaned his gratitude.

A couple more time and Star figured Boner was ready. He transferred control of the dildo to his left hand and took the massive butt plug in his right.

With his left hand he continued the rhythm. He worked the dildo slowly in as far as it would go, pulled it out slowly and at the same time twisting it and changing its angle, first up, then down, then left, then right, hoping that the maneuver would stretch Boner's sphincter just that little bit more that was needed. When he had moved it in each direction, he pulled it out and waited until Boner began to squirm. Then, back in again and the entire process was repeated.

Boner's moans were again constant but they seemed to be moans of contentment, not of pain.

The moment seemed to have come. Then, on the next out-stroke he had the butt plug ready in his right hand. He pulled the 'Nine by Three' toward him, went through the angles, tilting it even further this time in each direction, then pulled it completely out. He gave it a quick look-over before dropping it on the floor. It was completely clean except for the thick mix of artificial lube and Boner's own ass juices which coated its entire length.

Star waited, the butt plug ready. Boner began to squirm. His ass had been empty too long and he was ready to cry out for relief.

Star gently, but firmly pushed the head of the butt plug into Boner's hungry ass. He got to the point where the taper of the head was as large as the dildo and waited. Boner squirmed again, wanting deeper penetration.

Star pushed gently in, stretching Boner's sphincter wider than it had ever been stretched before. Again, Star waited. In just a few seconds, Boner was begging for more.

"Put it in me, Star, not just a little, let me have it all." Star figured Boner thought he was still being invaded by the slightly smaller dildo, but quite clearly, he wouldn't be happy until his ass was filled. Star leaned into the "T" shaped handle of the huge butt plug and gently, slowly pushed it in.

"Oh, yeah, Star, keep it coming. Oh, yeah."

Within seconds and with considerably more ease than Star had expected, the entire length of the 'Twelve by Four' butt plug slid into the waiting ass of his friend. Star had done his work well. Boner's ass was pliant and ready. When it was all the way in, both men together said in unison, "Yeah."

Then Star added, "You did great, Boner. You just joined the Champion's Club."

Boner didn't utter a sound, but he looked up at his friend with a look of absolute rapture on his boyish face.

"We need to make some adjustments here, Boner," Star said, suddenly very businesslike. He lowered Boner's splayed legs from his own shoulders to the bed. "Just stay real still, babe. I'll be with you in a few minutes. He quickly took the used toys to the bathroom and deposited them in the lavatory for later cleaning. He put the remaining objects back in the box and returned it to the closet, clearing the bed so they could rest more comfortably. Boner, he noticed, had rolled onto his side and pulled his legs up, exposing his enflamed butt. Star walked around the bed and crouched down to get an eye-level view of his buddy's ass. The butt plug was well seated in Boner's happy hole. Only the hard, black "T" protruded at all, and it rested snugly up against his crack. Boner breathed deeply and Star realized he was asleep. As Star pulled the sheet up over Boner's lovely body, he couldn't help but wonder what pleasures lay in store for them down the line.

Then, alone in the bathroom, Star looked at himself in the mirror. He really looked spent. Thank God they had the rest of the weekend to recuperate. He considered taking a quick shower but it was so late, after five, he'd noticed, and he settled for a quick wash up. He figured when he and Boner did wake up they could begin what was left of the day with a shower together. That, he speculated, could be fun.

He washed his hands and then ran the wet washcloth over his chest and arms. His skin was slick with a thin film of accumulated sweat. He worked the warm, wet cloth down over his stomach, taking pleasure in the firm muscles he found at every step. When he reached his crotch, he spread his legs and gave his balls a quick washing. Then, taking his now very hard cock in his left hand, he gave it a not too gentle scrubbing.

Damn, Star thought. I'm still horny as hell.

He looked at himself in the large mirror, liking what he saw, remembering that just a few months earlier, he would not have been equally pleased.

What the hell, he thought as he opened the medicine cabinet and found the little vial he had just put back there moments before. He opened it and took a deep, lung filling hit, all the while keeping his eyes glued to the eyes of his reflected self. He managed to close the vial and put it back before the entire impact to the amyl nitrite hit him.

"Fuck yes," he said aloud for no one but himself to hear as his hands moved to his flaming cock.

He stroked it slowly at first, remembering the hours he had just spent initiating Boner to the joys of anal sex.

Star watched with fascination and pleasure as his muscles flexed and then relaxed with each slow, erotic slide of his hand over his hard cock. As he continued to service his pulsing dick with his right hand, he raised his left arm and flexed it, taking lustful pride as the biceps bulged to the proportions of a softball.

"Oh, fuck," Star muttered as his climax approached and he began to flail his cock savagely. He lowered his left hand and felt his stomach muscles clutch. The hard ridges of his abdominal muscles rippled and his shoulders came forward in one last jolt.

Then the climax hit him. After hours of unbroken sexual stimulation, it was intense and his entire body convulsed with the strength of it.

As his right hand gave one final, powerful to his cock, gripping it just behind its swollen, inflamed head, his left hand cupped below it, ready to catch the thick liquid product of his lust.

"Yes," he moaned as his cock erupted. He felt the expansion of the shaft in his right hand and then he felt the hot lava which pumped and pumped and pumped into the cupped palm of his waiting left hand.

Every muscle in his body was knotted to the point of explosion. Star kept his eyes fixed on those of his reflection as he slowly raised his left hand, with its steaming offering, to his lips. He opened his mouth and pressed the palm of his hand against it, sucking, licking, not wanting to lose one drop of his seething cum. The strong salt, sweet, bitter, acrid taste of his semen hit not only his tongue, but his brain. His cock, still squeezed to the point of pain by his right hand, gave one final, powerful jolt, sending a thick rope of white dross into the lavatory before Star could lower his left hand to retrieve it.

"Fucking hot." He moaned again and felt a wave of satisfaction break over him as every muscle in his body suddenly relaxed. He felt spent.

Star gave his cock and hands a quick wipe with the wet washcloth which still lay on the vanity, then slouched a little water around the lavatory to wash away the last, wasted, globe. He knew his breath would stink when he awoke, but he didn't brush his teeth because he wanted the musky taste of his semen to linger as he went off to bed.

Star crawled in to the big bed and pulled Boner to him, placed his hand on the other man's buttocks and felt for the "T" handle of the butt plug. It was well positioned and Star was confident it would remain properly embedded in Boner's ass for the rest of the night. Slowly, caringly, his hand ran over the warm body of his lover.

Yes, "lover."  He liked the sound of it, he thought, as he drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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So, you ask, where do we go from here? Well for now we must leave Boner and Star tucked safely in their bed. But who knows, the new day will come and with it new adventures. As they unfold, you may find them recorded here from time to time.

Metamorphosis, in case you haven't guessed, is much more than a gym. But that too must wait.

This story represents a rather significant departure from my usual fare and I'd appreciate feedback. Hate it? Offended by it? Like it? Want more? Please let me know.

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