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Last year, a genie turned all my friends gay.

I was down in Mexico with my girlfriend. While Samantha and I were swilling down Pina Coladas, my three best buds were learning to take a cock. By time we got back they had a reputation as the sluttiest homos around.

I kept hanging out with them. It’s really hard to make new friends.

Besides, they might be massive gay whores, but they’re still my boys. We grab beers, we play dodgeball, we go camping — and yeah, Jackson and Ryan snuck off to fuck in the woods, but Tristan stuck around to help me cook supper.

Of course some things have changed. I’ve seen a lot of Drag Race. I recognize the Grindr sound. I’ve got a favourite Dua Lipa album. It’s Future Nostalgia.

Sometimes Samantha would give me shit about hanging out with a bunch of gay guys, but I’m no homophobe. She kept saying I should ditch them, but I wouldn’t even consider it. Loyalty matters.

That’s where our argument started. It ended with a breakup.

My bros were awesome about it. First they took me to the bar and got me drunk. A couple times Jackson asked if I wanted to pickup a new chick, but I was too heartbroken.

“It’s okay dude,” he nodded sagely. “We’re your wingmen, whenever you’re ready.”

If they were still straight, that’s where it would have ended. I would have stumbled back to my apartment and punched a wall. Instead we walked to Tristan’s apartment and watched stupid comedies and demolished pints of ice cream.

We were doing tequila shots when I started rambling.

“I just… you guys are so awesome,” I slurred. “I dunno why I had to be away when that genie did it’s thing for y’all… I missed the boat…”

“Dude, what are you talking about,” Jackson laughed. He was curled up at the end of the couch with a glass of white wine. “That genie blew up our lives. You got away scot free!”

“Yeah bro,” Tristan laughed. “I had big plans to play in the NFL, but that genie twinked me out.”

“Buddy, you were never gonna play in the NFL,” Jackson snorted. “You played two years in high school. You never even made varsity.”

“I woulda if the genie actually granted my wish,” Tristan pointed out. “At least he coulda made me a slutty gay NFL player!”

“Water under the bridge,” Ryan piped up. “We all had plans, but… like… who cares? I’m happy with the new me.”

“Yeah,” Jackson piled on. “We’re hot. We’re getting laid. We’re having fun. Don’t be such a downer.”

“That’s my point,” I said drunkenly. “You’re having a blast! Before Samantha and I broke up, I was stuck at home watching Netflix and begging to touch her tits… y’all are out dancing and hooking up and hanging out all the time…”

“Yeah,” Tristan admitted. “It’s pretty okay… I just wanted to play for the ‘49ers.”

“Now you’re a sixty-niner,” Ryan joked.

“Guys, this night’s s’posed to be about Tanner,” Jackson said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s leave the ‘coulda been straight’ stuff for some other time.”

“I coulda been gay,” I grumbled. “I wish I was.”

Ryan lit up. Tristan opened his mouth. Jackson shut them both down with a single look.

“Whaaa?” I slurred. “You guys are being weird!”

“It’s just… we still have the lamp,” Tristan said innocently. “I kept it.”

“Wait… what?” I asked, suddenly sitting bolt upright. “You fuckers kept a magic lamp, and you didn’t tell me?”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Jackson waved his hands. “Calm it down. This is a really bad idea.”

“C’mon…” I moaned. “I’m sick of going to brunch and shutting up while you talk hookups. I’ve been a good ally, why can’t I be part of it?”

“You’re really drunk,” Jackson said, trying to be the voice of reason.

“We’re all drunk,” Ryan grinned. “What’s wrong? You wanna keep a token straight?”

“No, it’s just… look dude, that genie twists your wishes,” Jackson tried to explain. “Tristan wanted to play pro, instead he’s obsessed with jockstraps and getting fucked in the locker room! I wished for money, and now I’m making bank, but it’s on OnlyFans!”

“So?” I said, taking another shot. “He twisted it up to give you gay lives, but… they’re dope lives! I wanna have fun like you’re having!”

“He’s got a point,” Ryan nodded along. “I told the genie I wanted to hook up more, now I’m the sluttiest top in the city. Sucks if you wanna be straight, but…”

“I don’t care if I’m straight,” I begged. “C’mon, let me live the life!”

“Sounds like he’s made up his mind,” Tristan said, giving Jackson a condescending look. “And besides, it’s three to one against.”

Tristan walked over to his TV stand and pulled out a drawer. He pulled out a tangle of Xbox controllers and charging cables, then rummaged around the bottom of the drawer.

“Found it,” he grinned, holding up an ancient brass lamp. “Jackson, you wanna leave before the smoke show… now’s the time.”

“I’ll stay,” he said sullenly and gave me a glance. “Someone's gotta look out for you.”

“Thanks bro,” I slurred. “I appreciate you. I really mean it.”

“Sure thing Ted Lasso,” Jackson said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t fuck this up.”

“You wanna do the honours?” Tristan asked. He tossed the lamp. The metal was cool and smooth and electric.

Just holding it, my hands were starting to tingle. I rubbed the lamp. and there was a big puff of white vapour from the spout. Tristan swished over to the kitchen and silenced the smoke detector.

“I am the genie of the lamp,” a muscular man boomed, floating in the air. “Behold my mighty… oh, hey guys!”

“Hey genie,” Tristan grinned. “How’s it going?”


“Oh, pretty chill,” the genie chuckled. “Between jobs I mostly just hang out at home. Got really into Buffy this year. Super bingeworthy.”

“Totally,” Tristan agreed. “That episode where everyone falls for the football quarterback… oh my god, I watched it like a thousand times!”

“Of course you did,” the genie smirked. “Getting lots of cock in the locker room?”

“Oh you know it!” Tristan said, twerking his ass. “I got DP’d in the showers last week!”

“DP’d?” I asked Jackson quietly.

“Double-penetrated,” he answered. “You’re not the only one who holds back at brunch.”

“Well… who’s this?” the genie said, turning as he heard our whispering. “Jackson, Ryan, and… I don’t believe we’ve met!”

“Oh, I’m uh… I’m Tanner,” I gulped. Why was I suddenly nervous. “I was outta town when you… uh… did your thing to my crew.”

“His girlfriend broke up with him,” Ryan butted in. “Now he wants to be gay like us!”

“Really?” the genie looked intrigued. “I’ve had plenty of boys bring me their friends, but… you might be the first volunteer!”

“Sign me up,” I gulped. “I wish… I was gay.”

“Alright,” the genie grinned. He rubbed his hands together, and his body began to glow with a pulsing energy. It looked a little like those pictures you see of Cherenkov radiation in nuclear reactors. The glow funnelled down one arm and crackled between his fingers. “Ready?”

“Ready,” I nodded. I was scared out of my mind, but… yeah… I was ready…

The energy arced from the genie’s hand to my body. I felt the warmth flow over me. It didn’t hurt like I worried, it was more of a tingle. Like a supercharged version of the way it felt to hold the lamp.

I glanced around the room at my buddies. They were all staring at me expectantly, but… I didn’t feel any different. I thought I’d feel a spark, the way I feel when a hot chick walks past me on the sidewalk.

Not like I need to fall for my bros, but… shouldn’t I feel something?

“Hmm…” the genie frowned. “This might be a problem.”

I glanced over at Jackson and he snickered.

“What happened?” I asked. “I don’t feel any different.”

“Take a look in the mirror,” Ryan suggested. “You’re fine, it’s just… uh…”

“See, my magic is supposed to be subversive,” the genie admitted. “It twists your wishes so you’ll turn into a gay slut… but since that’s your wish…”

I ran for the bathroom and flicked on the light. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw myself. I’m your average guy in his late 20’s. My wardrobe is jeans and a t-shirt. But there I was, wearing a letterman jacket, like I was some former jock who never emotionally graduated.

“Okay, that’s pretty funny,” I said, walking back into Tristan’s living room. “But it didn’t work…”

“Yeah,” the genie grumbled. “I’m getting that. I think since you wished to be gay… the magic actually made you more stereotypically straight?”

“It’s a good look,” Tristan mumbled, glancing in my direction. “I mean… I get it’s not what you wanted, but I think… uh…”

“Tristan wants you,” Jackson laughed. “More than normal I mean.”

“Yeah,” Tristan admitted, his youthful face going red. “The jock thing… it’s my kink…”

“Sorry bud,” I shrugged. “Still straight.”

“This has never happened before,” the genie said with an embarrassed look. “Maybe cause you wished for the twist. I’m sure we can work around it though… I just need you to make a different wish, and then I’ll twist it to make you gay, okay?”

“I dunno what other kind of wish I could make,” I burped. “I just wanna be like these guys.”

“You wanna be hot once you’re gay, right?” Ryan asked. “You could wish to be really muscular… with like… a big beefy ass…”

“Of course you want that,” Jackson rolled his eyes. “Does the city need another bottom?”

“You just don't want competition,” Ryan shot back. “If he ends up being all hot and muscular, he might get more subscribers than you.”

“Whoa,” I said, holding up my hands like I was stopping a fight. “Nobody says I’m doing OnlyFans.”

“Yeah,” Jackson snapped. “Besides, we’re friends. We’ll do a collab!”

“Fine…” I said, wanting them to stop bickering. “Let’s do it. Genie, I wish I was really muscular.”

Ryan glared at me.

“Uh… with a beefy ass,” I said, repeating what I remembered. I took another glance at Ryan, he gave a grudging look of approval.

“Okay,” the genie grinned. “Let’s do it again.”

The energy glowed out of him, then pulsed down his arm. Sparks flew between his fingers and he furrowed his brow, focussing on the magic. A bolt of lightning jumped at me and I felt my world glow again.

I glanced over at Jackson. He was a literal porn star. Six foot three. Two hundred and sixty pounds. Shredded abs. If that didn’t get my dick hard, I didn’t know what would…

And…

Nothing.

“Sorry,” I said as the genie’s face fell in disappointment. I glanced over at Ryan and Tristan just to be sure. “I’m still straight.”

“Yeah, we can tell,” Tristan snorted. “All that happened is your t-shirt got the Budweiser logo.”

“Definite straight vibes,” Ryan agreed.

“Sorry dude,” I shrugged. “Looks like I’m still regular ol’ me.”

“Dammit,” the genie said through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t wish to be gay that time,” I said defensively. “I did what you told me!”

“I know,” the genie said impatiently. “It's like… your first wish is caught in the pipes. Trust me, I’ve helped a dozen guys through that exact wish, and they all ended up flaming! You should be a bodybuilder in a pink poser, but…”

“Yeah,” I growled. “But I’m doomed to be straight or something.”

“Wait… you weren’t secretly wishing you’d turn gay?” the genie asked. “Be honest.”

“Maybe?” I laughed. “I can't just turn off my brain. C’mon, just… zap me into a carefree gay guy! Just like you did with these guys!”

“Okay,,” the genie said, taking deep yoga breaths. “Let’s do this in steps. Forget about the gay thing for a second, we’ll do this piecemeal. Get the system moving again. Once we’ve got it running, then we’ll turn you into a cockhound, okay?”

I was pretty drunk. I glanced at the half-empty bottle of tequila and thought about downing some more courage, but Jackson gave a little shake of his head. Tristan tossed me a beer from the fridge instead.

“Okay, so… what’s the wish?” I slurred.

“How about the club?” Jackson said. “I mean… you’re always saying how you wish you could come out dancing with us?”

“Yeah,” Ryan agreed. “You could wish to actually like… love dancing?”

“Totally,” Tristan nodded along. “You should wish to tear up the club. If we get you gay… awesome, but even if you stay straight… at least we’ll have fun going out!”

I took a swig of my beer and swallowed hard, then took a slow look around the room. Ryan was nodding slowly, encouraging me forward. Tristan was biting his tongue between his teeth, eager to see what would happen. Beside me, Jackson reached out and squeezed my hand.

“You got this,” he said.

“Okay,” I sighed. “Not like it’s gonna work anyhow. Genie? I wish I fit right in at the club!”

“Let’s give it another try,” the genie grinned. His whole body started to glow, and soon enough the magic was sparking between his fingers. “Alright Tanner… let’s make you a dancehall queen!”

I tried my best not to think about anything gay. Kinda hard to do when your three best friends happen to be a Twink, and OnlyFans model, and a hypersexual dom.

But I tried.

Blue bolts hit me and danced over my body. They faded quickly, and a quick check confirmed that I wasn’t into any of my friends. And my clothes… I definitely wasn’t dressed for the club. I still had baggy jeans, a Budweiser tee, and a letterman jacket. I looked like a mascot for straight people.

“Seriously?” Ryan moaned. “Dude, I can’t believe how wrong this is going!”

“What happened?” I asked.

“It’s your hat,” Jackson said, poking at the rim of a baseball cap that had appeared over my hair. “Seriously dude… who wears a Mariner’s cap to the club?”

“Sorry guys,” I shrugged. “I don’t think this is working on me.”

“This fucking sucks,” Ryan pouted. “I mean… we love you bro, but… it woulda been wicked to be on the same team.”

“Yeah,” Tristan agreed. “It woulda been fun.”

“It’s too bad,” Jackson admitted. “Like… I never woulda asked you to turn gay for us, but since that’s what you want… I kinda got into the idea.”

“Yeah, it sucks,” I shrugged. “Okay genie… let’s put me back to normal.”

The genie cracked his neck and let out a long sigh.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he smirked. “Nothin’ gay about that. I think we can make it happen. I just need you to make it a wish… sorry… it’s a technicality.”

“Okay… genie,” I said. “I wish I was back to normal.”

The genie cracked his knuckles and his whole body started to glow that intense blue. The energy built and built before it finally flew down his arm and crackled like a lightning storm over his fingers.

“Abracadabra,” he smirked, sending the torrent of electricity right at me.

The burst hit me square in the chest, crawling across my skin like a million tickles, seeping into my pores. I started to sweat as the energy played over me. For the first time, it felt like something was actually happening.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” the genie moaned with relief. He wasn’t lowering his hand. Wasn’t stopping the stream of power that was hitting me square in the chest. Something was different this time…

I glanced over at Jackson to see if he knew what was going on and — holy fuck. Look at those pecs. Those biceps. I’ve been jealous of his gains before, but I never realized… no wonder he was making bank at OnlyFans. My dick stirred under my heavy clothes.

It was happening. It was really happening!

“Dude,” I grunted under the firehose of the genie’s power. “It’s working! I’m… holy shit Jackson is hot.”

“No way,” Ryan gasped. “And like… no duh!”

I looked over at him. Of course Ryan was hot too. Not a cut gymrat like Jackson, but definitely a hottie. I know he fucks nine or ten guys a week… maybe I’d get on the rotation? God… I hoped so…

My gaze swivelled to Tristan. Cute little Tristan. I always felt bad for him after the other two ended up being such studs, but when I looked at him now… yeah, Tristan was just a different kind of hot. I pictured his legs over my shoulders, screaming while I plunged my cock inside him.

“Oh my god…” I gasped under the genie’s magic. “It worked! I’m gay guys! I’m actually gay!”

“Oh that feels good,” the genie grinned. “The pipes are moving again boys!”

It felt like the genie’s magic was starting to fade when another surge knocked me back. I was unquestionably gay now, just like my bros, but… something more was happening.

I couldn’t help but flex my pecs.

“Whaaaaa…” I tried to speak, but it was too much for me. My body was prickling with new sensation. It was like the ultimate mind-muscle connection. I was aware of every fibre, every flex, every cell in my body…

“Genie, what’s happening to him?” Jackson asked, his beautiful blue eyes were wide. “It looks like he's getting bigger…?”

“The pipes are moving again,” the genie grunted. “He’s got a lot of wishes in the tank… gotta get ‘em out into the world…”

I felt my ass jump over and over, like I was twerking or something. Every time it landed, it felt heavier. The way my boxers were straining against it now… it must be so big. I reached back and grabbed at it. Meaty and thick… I was gonna bring all the boys to the yard…

“Holy shit…” Ryan growled. “Okay, your ass is definitely fuckable…”

“You’re like… huge,” Tristan gasped. “We should hit the gym… I definitely want you to fuck me in the showers…”

It all flew past me. It was so hard to focus on anything in the room when my muscles kept getting bigger and bigger.

I was just starting to catch my breath when another blast of raw magic knocked the wind out of me.

“He’s gay…” the genie said, working hard to keep it going. “And he’s muscular… now let’s get him ready for the club…”

The muscle had already made my clothes fit snugly, but now they felt like they were clinging against my skin. I reached down to adjust my t-shirt and found thin spandex where cotton should have been. The Budweiser logo was gone, replaced a compression shirt with the UnderArmour insignia.

Meanwhile my jeans were morphing too. They’d started out as rough blue denim, but by the time my compression shirt went sleeveless, my jeans had transformed into a pair of silky little shorts that barely covered my junk. I was one slip away from being illegal.

It was better for the club than what I usually wore, but not like… magic genie level clubwear, y’know? The shorts and the tank looked like something a dedicated gym rat might wear, but my letterman jacket still covered a lot of skin.

At least… it did until it didn’t. I felt a weird tug as the fabric reconfigured itself, the jacket shifting it’s fabric, losing the bulky wool and replacing it with a stretchy mesh. The cut tightened up, fitted to my shoulders and my new muscle. The leather stayed, but some of the patches got smaller and shinier. I almost laughed when the bottom hem of the coat pulled up — it ended somewhere above my belly button now.

It looked totally stupid. I loved it. I couldn’t wait to move in it.

I felt a subtle tug on my hair and realized my ball cap was rotating 180 degrees.

“Wow,” Ryan stared. “That’s… damn that’s hot…”

“Gay, muscular, dressed for the club…” the genie grinned, sending another pulse of electricity over my body. “Ready to dance…?”

Magic crackled over me and I felt my body adjust itself. My back arched. My muscle tits pushed forward. Tristan had background music on and my hips matched the beat. Oh fuck, it felt so good to move my body for once. To feel so confident…

I locked eyes with Jackson.

“You still think this genie thing’s a bad idea?” I smirked without meaning to. “We can grind all… night… long…”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I mean… yeah, Jackson was hot. They all were. But was I actually hitting on my bro?

It felt weird. Like… I wanted to feel my body against his, but…

I never finished that thought. Another blast of power pounded over me.

“And the final touch…” the genie grinned. “Let’s see that confidence.”

From the outside, I don’t think anything changed. My buddies were all staring at me, like they were waiting for some other change. But as the magic forced it’s way through me, it was the rest of the world that changed…

It was like… dude… reality literally shifted so I just knew…

My muscles… my moves… my threads…

Not to mention all those pretty guys…

I totally belonged at the club…

“Boys…” I grinned, shaking my ass and flexing my biceps. “Wanna go out?”

“Just one last wish…” the genie said. "You wanted to be go back to normal…”

The idea hit me like a bucket of ice water.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “No, please… I’m like… I’m totally hot now! And we’re gonna have a totally epic night! Please… don’t make me some boring straight guy!”

“No?” the genie teased. “You don’t want to go back to wearing jeans and a t-shirt?”

“I look hot…” I moaned.

“I dunno…” the genie chuckled. “You don’t want to chase after girls?”

“I wanna hookup with dudes…” I begged. “Please…”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” the genie smirked. “You wished to be normal? Congrats bro, this is your new normal."

The blue stream of energy collapsed and the genie slumped back. He looked like he’d just run a full marathon and then fucked his way through an orgy. I looked down and felt a flood of relief — everything was still there. I was still me!

“I think we’d better get Tanner some dick,” Ryan chuckled. “Remember how horny we all felt right after the genie zapped us?”

“Yeah,” Tristan nodded eagerly. “I needed a cock in me so bad.”

“We can’t leave you hanging,” Jackson grinned at me. “Especially when you sacrificed your straight card for us.”

“Didn’t lose a thing…” I laughed, grabbing the remote and turning up Tristan’s stereo. He’d been playing a Chappell Roan album, and Pink Pony Club was hitting it’s rhythm. “Ima keep on dancin’…” I sang along.

Ryan jumped up and moved in close behind me. He put his hands on my hips and matched his rhythm to mine, grinding his cock between my meaty cheeks. I moaned at the touch and pressed into it. Yeah… that's the stuff… that’s how a hole should feel…

“Yeah you are,” Ryan growled, sliding one hand onto my abs and feeling me up. “I think Tanner wants his hole used, doesn’t he?”

Jackson glanced at Ryan and gave him a warning look.

“Yeah,” Tristan purred, joining our dance and pushing his ass back against my cock. “He wished himself gay… I think he deserves a reward.”

Ryan slipped his hand along the curve of my ass and gave it a little squeeze. The fabric of my shorts was so thin, but I wished it was thinner.

“Mmmmhmmm…” I moaned.

“Let’s get him to the club,” Jackson suggested.

God, he was acting so nervous. Couldn’t he just loosen up? Have some fun?

“We can stay right here,” Ryan whispered to me, teasing my hole through the fabric.

“I want Tanner to fuck me!” Tristan glowed.

“Yeah buddy,” Ryan agreed. “He can fill you up with his first gay load.”

“Mmmm…” Tristan moaned in anticipation. “I hope Tanner has like… the biggest hugest loads ever.”

“Sounds like a wish to me,” the genie chuckled. “Is it?”

“Dude, c’mon,” Jackson protested. “You already got your wish.”

“Oh yah genie,” Tristan giggled, spinning away from me. “I wish it!”

“Wait… dude…” I gasped, but the genie was already shooting bolts of energy out from his hand, hitting my cock light a lightning rod and arcing around my nuts.

It felt like someone dropped a bag of sand in my lap. My balls sank down as far as my shorts would let them, then started swelling. My hand flew down and cupped them. They felt like a pair of ping-pong balls now… then golf balls… I had to loosen my grip.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhnnn…” I moaned, the sensitive skin tight against my shorts. “Oh my god, that feels so… uuuuuhhhhhhnnnn…”

By the time the genie’s magic finished with me, it felt like I had a pair of pool balls down there.

There was a tiny circle of precum starting to form on the fabric. Just a drop. Then a few seconds later another drop.

“What the fuck did you dooooooo…” I whimpered at Tristan.

“What?” Tristan laughed. “You’re gay now bro, just like the rest of us… you’re telling me you want average little balls?”

“C’mon dude…” Ryan laughed. “He made you a fuckin’ cum fountain… you’re gonna get so much action… show a little gratitude.”

“Grateful?” I choked out. The spot on my shots was big enough to see from across the room now. “Bro, I’m gonna soak my clothes if I don’t blow my load.”

“Seven or eight times a day,” the genie said helpfully.

“And my balls look ridiculous!” I complained. I jerked my shorts down and let my cock flop out, landing on my pair. “See? My cock looks like nothin’ next to these!”

“Easy,” Ryan grinned. “Genie, I wish Tanner’s balls didn’t look ridiculous.”

“Wait!” I yelped, but it was too late again. The genie’s magic was already flying through the air, running down my cock and making it hum like a tuning fork. “Dude, that’s not what I meant!”

“What’s wrong bro?” Ryan smirked. “You wanted to be a hot gay guy!”

“Yeah, now you got the tools,” Tristan grinned.

At least… I had the tool. My cock was getting bigger with every second, sticking out straight and proud over my heavy balls. It started pretty average, but after ten inches it started to look obscene. A drop of precum formed on the tip and dripped to the floor.

“It's too big,” I gasped, watching it push just a little bit further. “Nobodies gonna be able to take this?!”

It was the same length as a ruler, maybe a tad longer. And it was getting thick too — kind of like a can of red bull.

“I can,” Tristan offered. “I mean… the genie gave me a super flexible hole. I can take just about anything. Bigger is like… so much better… Genie, I like… I wish Tanner got that!”

Another bolt from the genie hit me, but this time the energy danced over my skin until it entered on my ass. My hefty ass buzzed. I slapped my hands back there and felt it grow even bigger and rounder. Before I had a beefy muscle ass, but now a layer of fat was rounding it out.

“Holy bubble butt batman,” Jackson gasped.

I felt the genie’s magic travel inside me, creating a need deep inside my body. My cheeks twitched and flexed, suddenly calibrated to take something between them. A cock… I needed a thick cock inside me…

“This is going too far,” I moaned, trying desperately to keep from stuffing my fingers into my hole. Anything to fill my need. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far!”

Another drop of precum his the floor. A little pool was starting to form.

“I did,” Tristan smirked. “Why do ya think I kept the lamp?”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Ryan shrugged. “Jackson wouldn’t let us wish you gay, but once you suggested it…”

“Sorry dude,” Jackson said. “I laid down the law. Told both these fuckers that you were straight and that’s that, but… well, you opened the door.”

I stood there trembling. My massive body was on display. My cock and balls were hanging free in the air. My shorts were down around my ankles, getting wet in a pool of my own precum. None of that made my letterman jacket look less hyper-sexual.

“There’s no going back,” Jackson said, staring up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “So I wish…”

Jackson paused and bit his lip. I watched his eyes dart between Ryan and Tristan, and then down to my cock. Three drops of precum hit the ground while I held my breath. Trust him. Just… fuckin’ trust him.

“I wish… I wish you get what you want,” Jackson said.

“Noice,” the genie laughed. “I can work with that.”

His body started to build energy, glowing more and more as his magic prepared to transform me yet again. The blue glow crawled along his arm and concentrated on his hand, sparks flying between his digits.

I stared at it and tried to breathe deeply. This was gonna be a big one.

I looked down at my body. Massive pecs. A huge cock. Quads that could crush a man.

This was gonna be a big one, and for me… that’s sayin’ something.

The lighting hit me right in the face. My head snapped back and for a brief moment my whole world turned electric blue. It faded slowly, even as I felt the energy arc through my mind. It felt like every nerve and synapse was picked apart and reformed.

My self-consciousness dropped away — it didn’t matter that my cock leaked…. It didn’t matter my balls were too big to hide… It didn’t even matter that my bros had pushed my boundaries…

A low chuckle escaped my lips. And then again… but more of a cackle this time.

This was like… really hot.

“It’s cool dude,” I rumbled at Jackson. “Wanna ride this cock?”

It was like… dude… reality literally shifted so everything got so much clearer.

Tristan dreamed about getting pounded by a whole football team. Ryan was desperately searching for the one. And Jackson… he loved serving his fans.

The universe lit up with lust and longing and need…

They needed me to suck their cocks. Fuck their holes. This new world… it’s like they peeled off that layer of prude shame I was s’posed to walk around with. For the first time ever, I could just…

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I moaned, grabbing at my cock. “C’mon boys… I’m open for business!”

Ryan and Tristian heading for the bedroom, racing to see who could get naked first. Jackson gave me a long stare from the couch, looking away whenever I made eye contact. Fuck he was hot — they all were. But if I could only choose one…

Like… gawd… who would only choose one?

“You comin’ brah?” I grinned, tugging off my slutty mesh jacket. “You can have first crack at my hole if ya want!”

“I just…” Jackson trailed off. “Is that even you in there?”

“Bro,” I grinned wide. “Of course it’s me. Who else?”

“I just… I don’t know if I did the right thing,” Jackson admitted. “Zapping you into liking this.”

My balls were so fuckin’ full. I needed to blow a load, like… now.

But Jackson was hurting. And Jackson’s my bro.

“It’s not on you dude,” I said. “I begged for this. I made that first wish. I knew the genie would take it too far.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know Ryan and Tristan were gonna saddle you with a horse cock,” he said. “You didn’t know they’d make you into a sex machine.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “But who cares? I just wanna hang with my guys.”

“Really?” Jackson asked. “You’re not bullshitting to make me feel better?”

“Bro,” I said firmly. “I spent the last year looking in. Gimme a little credit.”

“Tanner, where the hell are you?” Ryan called.

“I’m gonna go have some fun,” I said, leaning down and giving Jackson a kiss on the forehead. “You wanna come with, I’m stoked. You need some time, that’s cool too… you’re always gonna be my crew.”

“Tanner!” Tristan moaned from the bedroom. “Hurry up!!”

I gave Jackson a lopsided grin, peeled out of my compression shirt, and hurried off. He’d be okay, and honestly… there were cocks waiting,

“About fuckin’ time,” Ryan smirked, when I showed up.

“You waited a year for this ass," I laughed. "You can hold your load for five minutes."

“I'm done waiting," Ryan growled. “Who’s first?”

Ryan and Tristan were both hard and naked — a muscular top and a lean twink, ready to break my cherry. On one hand, Ryan turned me on more, he had respectable muscle, and that light layer of hair across his chest made my cock jump. But Tristan was so lean and smooth… fuck, it was like asking if I wanted ice cream or cake.

“Gimme both,” I grinned.

Behind me, the genie came into the room and settled into a corner.

“Mind if I watch?” he asked. “This is way better than Buffy.”

“Hell yeah bro,” I turned and flexed at him. “Enjoy.”

“Stop flirting and fuck me,” Tristan whined. I spun around and saw him on the bed, his ass propped up in the air. Fuck… I didn’t think I could get harder, but… damn boy. Look at those beautiful fuckin’ globes.

I let out a low grunt and let my mind go blank.

“Damn bro,” I moaned, crawling onto the bed. “Someone needs my massive cock…”

“Please…” Tristan whimpered.

“I lubed him up for ya,” Ryan smirked.

“Thanks stud.” I went to kiss him, but Ryan pulled away.

“Sorry bro,” he laughed. “I don’t kiss and I don’t cuddle. Can’t go falling for every dude who wants my dick, can I?”

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I mean… I get it if it’s some random, but Ryan’s one of my best buds. For a second I froze. Was I doing the right thing? The loyal thing?

“Hey,” he said, breaking me out of it. He flicked his eyes over to Tristan. “You wanna fuck that ass, don’tcha?”

Well… he was right about that.

“Hell yeah,” I moaned, squeezing Tristan’s cheeks, then spreading them apart. His hole was shaved and pink and shiny with lube. “Gimme that hole…”

Tristan popped his hips back a tiny bit more. He was straining to reach my cock.

I didn’t make him wait for long.

It felt so natural, pushing my cockhead into his hole. A moment of pressure, and then I was inside. Of course; that’s why my cock is shaped like this… it’s made for slutty bros…

Like… why did I ever date chicks…?

I must have been insane.

Forget about it. Forget about everything. I lowered myself down, loving the way my cock felt as it slid inside. I went slow, begging the moment to last.

“Oh my gawd…” I gasped.

When my big juicy balls hit his ass, he flexed so hard it made me shudder. I always figured… I mean, I’ve thought a lot about the gay thing since my buddies… I figured the guy on the bottom was just like… skewered on the top’s cock. Passive, y’know?

But Tristan knew what he was doing. Tristan showed me what a stupid straight boy I’d been.

He was just a hole, but I was just a cock… and he was fucking himself on me.

“That’s right Daddy,” he moaned, starting to move his hips to the rhythm. Due Lipa was playing in the background, like… my favourite album.

All night, I’ll riot with you. I know you got my back and you know I got you.

I put my hands on his hips and rode the wave. He was moaning under me and nothing else seemed to matter. Thrust after thrust, I loved every second.

So come on, come on, come on.

Ryan was getting involved now, rubbing something cold on my ass. A finger slipped inside. Then two. He stretched my hole and I pushed into it. Maybe I wasn’t just a cock…

He slid inside me.

Let’s get physical.

Oh god… it was so big. Not as big as mine, of course… nobody is, but… oh fuck, it felt massive inside me. How was Tristan riding my pole so easy, Ryan’s cock was going to break me in two!

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “That’s right… just relax…”

Here’s how you know I have a magic ass. Most of the guys I’ve fucked since, they tell me I’ve got a magic cock too. Slides right in, no matter how tight you are.

My ass molded around him, and suddenly it was all pleasure. Pure and simple. He thrust into me and I understood… I’m not just a cock… I’m a body… I’m a stud… I’m a slut… I’m a friend… and I’m a hole too!

Thank gawd those two know what they’re doin’. I just had to relax and love the ride. Once or twice I slammed myself back onto Ryan’s cock and Tristan just went with hit, slamming his own ass back as fast as he could.

We hit a rhythm. We were dancing. Locked in the beat together.

So come on, come on, come on. Let’s get physical.

“FUCK YEAH,” Ryan grunted and pushed all the way in.

His cock was jerking inside me, bolt after bolt of cum flooding into me. He wrapped one arm around my chest, holding me close while he emptied his load into my hole.

I gave my ass one last squeeze, milking the last drops as he went soft.

“Holy fuck Tanner,” he moaned, dropping onto the bed beside me and Tristan. “That was like… amazing.”

Tristan and I were still going, slick and sweaty. I was getting close. I had a massive load in my balls, and I couldn’t wait to leave Tristan’s hole dripping. He was speeding up now too. I got it now… it feels so good to have a guy unload in your hole…

I wanted to make Tristan feel that good.

“I’m…” I gasped. “I’m gonna…”

“Do it Daddy,” he moaned under me. “I’m your whore… I’m your whore… I’m yooooooooh!”

My cock was pulsing and shooting. Oh my gawd… such a relief… it felt like he was pulling it out of me… like my balls were being vacuumed dry. Every drop was on it’s way into his ass. My balls where emptying out with shot after shot between Tristan’s cheeks. I remembered the arm thing Ryan had done and held myself close to him, even as I felt cum starting to leak between his cheeks and drip onto the sheets.

“Oh yah… oh yah…” he cried out.

I pulled my cock out, but it was still shooting. Somehow… I still had cum in me. I couldn’t stop… I aimed at his back and let out a spray. It formed a pool on the dimple of his back, then started to overflow, dripping down his sides.

“Fuck…” I gasped, trying to get it all out. I grabbed the base of my cock and tugged hard, letting out another shot. By the time the last drops were coming out, Tristan’s sheets were soaked.

“You’re a really good friend too. I shoulda told you that.” Ryan said. He leaned forward and landed a kiss on my lips. “And like… such a stud…”

“And I gotta cum seven or eight a day,” I reminded him. “Thanks to you fuckers!”

“You’ll thank me!” Ryan laughed. “I’ll get a towel!”

“Mmmm…” Tristan moaned, face down on his pillow.

“Genie?” I asked. “Did it work?.”

“Uh… what the fuck?” Jackson asked, showing up at the door. “What’d you do to Ryan? He just ran past the couch naked, but he stopped to say how much he respects me.”

“That’s all me,” the genie shrugged. “You think those last wishes came without a twist?”

“No shit it’s you,” I barked a laugh. Ryan hurried back with the towel, squeezing past Jackson’s bulk, seemingly unworried about his sudden change in attitude..

He wiped down Tristan and cleaned up the best as best as he could. When Tristan rolled over and towelled off his body, Ryan’s eyes went wide. The former twink had grown big and beefy while my cum soaked into him, muscular enough to make it as an NFL quarterback… but looking like he was still in college.

“That was like… so haaaaawt…” Tristan moaned, running a finger down my chest. He got up and gave me a kiss, wrapping me in his meaty arms. Ryan grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the bed.

“C’mon Tanner…” he urged. “I wanna cuddle!”

“What happened to no cuddling?” I teased. “And no kissing?”

“Huh?” Ryan asked innocently. He blinked, like he was trying to add two and two together, but he kept getting five. “I dunno… I feel like… different.”

“I’ll say,” the genie grinned.

“Spit it out genie,” Jackson said, looking at the magical man with caution. “What’d you do?”

“It’s what he did…” the genie smirked at me. “Tanner is the most loving and loyal friend you could ask for. You wished for him to get what he wanted… turns out he wants people to be happy. So whenever someone takes his load or fucks his ass…”

“I granted their wishes bro,” I grinned. “The secret ones.”

“Oh my god…” Ryan said, staring up at my eyes. “Is that like… why… uh…?”

“You’ll be fine,” the genie assured him. “There’s no subversion in his magic.”

“Magic?” Jackson said, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “You wished to give me what I wanted, and the genie twisted it so now… I can give any guy I fuck what he really wants. Tristan wants to play football… it's not quite the NFL, but he’s on the college team now, and I’d say he’s got a good shot with the scouts. Either way… he’s getting fucked in the locker room.”

“Thank you,” Tristan purred, laying his head on my chest. “You’re the best.”

“What about him,” Jackson pointed to Ryan. “He wanted to wear his heart on his sleeve?”

“Nah,” Ryan answered, surprised at how easily it came. “But… being emotionally available? That’s pretty sick. I mean… I’m still gonna fuck half the city.”

“But when you find Mr. Right, you won’t push him away,” I grinned.

“You knew this was gonna happen?” Jackson asked.

“I… felt like it might,” I admitted.

“And you didn’t think to ask them?” he raised an eyebrow. “That’s not like you.”

“Relax Tanner,” the genie chuckled. “It’ll fade in a few hours. They’ll end up as their old selves… unless Tanner fucks them twice in twenty-four hours… then it’s permanent.”

Ryan sat up and looked at me softly.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” he smiled.

“Well… the night is young,” I said, interrupting the thought. “Let’s make sure you’re happy before we lock it in. You two get cleaned up… I wanna dance!”

“Okay,” Ryan agreed too easily, then scrambled off the bed. Tristan gave me a quick peck on the cheek, then followed him to the shower.

The water turned on, and we listened to them giggling in the shower. The tone was different. It was weird hearing them play like puppies.

“You’ll do good,” the genie said. “I trust you. Though if you’re gonna go out dancing…”


He shot a bolt of energy out of his hand, catching me and Jackson square in the chests. Jackson’s jeans and a fitted tee morphed instantly, tightening into a pair of mesh shorts and a leather harness. All the sweat and cum evaporated off my body and I felt a new pair of shorts fit themselves over my ass.

And hey… who needs a shirt?

The genie vanished into his lamp. Jackson and I had a glass of wine while we waited for Ryan and Tristan. It sounded like things were going well in there… and Ryan had a lot of feelings to talk through.

“So what's the plan?” Jackson asked. “I mean… do you have a plan?”

“Tonight?” I grinned. “I’m looking for some overstressed know-it-all. Take him home, fuck him til he screams, let him wake up a himbo. I bet he’ll wanna make it permanent. And then we’ll have one more friend… we’re gonna have a lot of new friends soon.”

“You can have a whole harem if you want,” Jackson pointed out. “I mean… just to be practical. You’re gonna need to fuck a lot. Or maybe find one guy who loves you for you…”

His hand lingered on my lower back when he said it.

Twenty minutes later we were out the door. I could already feel my balls starting to stir.

Samantha tried to text. I left her on read. She had her chance.

I’m out with the boys.