Crazy Week: Leather Bear Edition

By jawhite_miller
published September 9, 2019

All the strange storms on campus have meant for a crazy week on campus. Fortunately, Bret isn’t turning into a bear like everyone else…

[Note: This is a leather bear adaptation (with permission) of one of my favorite stories on this site, Hypnothrill’s “Crazy Week,” which was itself an M/M adaptation of AlabamaSlamma’s “Crazy Week,” which in turn was an adaptation of an earlier story, Trick’s “Changes.”]

Crack! Bret’s eyes snapped open instinctively He glanced around the dorm room. So much for getting back to sleep. But then he’d never been able to sleep through thunder.

He looked at the clock: 2:15 am. The lightning flashed outside again. At least he didn’t have an early class tomorrow.

Another long thunderclap rolled. Bret winced and rubbed his temples. He didn’t usually get headaches. Must be the pressure change, he thought. Although the humidity probably wasn’t helping either.

He looked over at the other bed. Marcus was sound asleep, snoring stupidly with his mouth open and one thin arm out to the side. His shoulder-length brown hair was a total rat’s nest, and he had the beginnings of stubble on his chin. Bret sighed. That lunatic wouldn’t wake up if you put him underwater.

He looked out the window. There was another flash of lightning, and Bret thought for a moment that the heavy rain was… green!? Bret rubbed his eyes. I must be more tired than I thought.

He reached under the bed for his laptop, sat up, and propped it on his stomach. No network. At least the power’s still on. He put on his headphones, queued up his chill-out mix and lay there in bed, watching the reflected lightning flash on the ceiling and trying not to think about his headache or the weird green rain. He vaguely remembered hearing birds chirping as he finally fell asleep.



It couldn’t have been more than an hour later when his alarm went off. Bret grunted and tried to ignore it.

“C’mon soldier, reveille,” Marcus drawled.

“Gmh, fugoff. I don’t have class till eleven.”

“Hey, don’t blame me when you miss waffle day, hombre.”

Bret swatted at his alarm clock and let his arm fall to the floor without opening his eyes. “I don’t know how you’re so chipper after that storm. Honestly, I must have been lying awake for four hours.”

“That’s no good, man. Can’t learn without a good night’s sleep, you know. Did it rain?” Was it Bret’s imagination, or was Marcus’s voice deeper than normal? Getting so little sleep must be playing tricks with his hearing.

Bret didn’t move. “Idnno. Lots of thunder for four hours, though.”

“Well, nothing but sunshine now.” Marcus started singing, loud and deep. “Mister bluebird’s on my shoulderrrr!”

Bret groaned. “All right, piss off. I’ll see you later.”

“Laters,” Marcus called as he left. Bret opened his eyes a crack to watch him crash out the door, then closed them again. After a beat, he opened them again, a little wider. The door was shut.

Bret chuckled. For a second there he had thought that a very hairy Marcus who looked like a bodybuilder left the room shirtless, his heavily muscled arms covered with tattoos. Still dreaming, Bret thought as his head hit the pillow. I definitely need another hour of sleep more than breakfast.


The first thing that made him wonder was the group of guys he passed on his way out of the dorm. Of course a hairy guy with his shirt off was no big deal. It was hot, after all. But six of them? And half of them who seemed to spend all their time at the local tattoo parlor? But he wasn’t really worried until he got to the main quad.

Everyone seemed to have gotten hairier and bulked up. Well, hang on, not quite everyone, Bret realized. There was one guy who looked like an average college student. And the guy walking next to him. But the rest…?

On the walk into campus he hadn’t passed too many people. There was the group of hairy shirtless guys… And then two guys with chest-length beards and massive bellies. But even then, Bret reasoned, it was early in the term. He hadn’t met everyone yet, and maybe there were a lot of non-traditional students or something.

But when he got to the quad his jaw dropped. It was busy, full of people walking to their midday classes. And practically everybody looked off. Bret searched his mind for a term his gay older brother had mentioned a couple of years ago… bears. Everybody on campus looked like gay bears.

He tried not to stare, but it wasn’t easy. Guys with extravagant beards, others who were shirtless and wearing what looked like leather pants; for a second Bret wondered if casually wearing leather instead of jeans had just suddenly become fashionable? But then a man wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a leather harness walked by. Bret was pretty sure that wasn’t fashionable. And then another went by. And then–wasn’t that a professor?

He could tell that some people were as uncomfortable as he was—the few regular-looking college students walked through the crowded sidewalk nervously, trying to keep their eyes to the ground. A few of them whispered to each other with worried looks on their faces. But nobody was unfriendly, or aggressive, or any different from usual, really. Some people smiled to acquaintances, some people rushed, some were lost in thought. They were all just big and hairy.

As Bret got to the door he looked back at the lawn beyond the quad. A shirtless guy covered with fur was sunbathing and reading a textbook. He stretched and yawned, then picked up a cigar that was lying next to him on the grass. He clipped, lit, and puffed on the cigar as he stretched out again.


Bret’s geology professor, as it turned out, was one of the people who wasn’t a bear and wasn’t comfortable with the bodies on flagrant display. He made an annoyed, slightly pompous speech about how people didn’t respect the norms of their society and then asked anyone who wasn’t appropriately dressed to leave. When nobody moved, he went through the aisle and pointed at people, waiting until they were gone before he started the lecture. But Bret could see out the window to the room across the hall. A hairy shirtless man was gesturing toward the blackboard with a lit cigar, explaining what looked like a calculus problem.

He sighed as he walked through the lawn again after class. He was tired after only getting a few hours’ sleep the night before. Maybe this is still just a dream, he thought, chuckling. He watched some half-dressed people walk on the sidewalk nearby. Did that guy have his cock hanging out of some leather chaps? But then they were around the corner. At least Marcus had been right about the weather. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny; the grass was a brighter green than usual and felt warm even through his leather boots. He figured maybe he’d feel a little more normal once he ate something.


When he brought his tray to the table, Josh and Rick were already there, talking animatedly. Both of them seemed like they always had, Bret noted with relief. Well, Rick had some pretty heavy stubble going on, but then Bret hadn’t wanted to shave that morning either. They looked at him as he sat down.

“So. Well.” He took off his book bag and set it on the floor. “Anybody else, uh… feel like they might have missed a memo?”

Josh chuckled. “Funny—I’ll give you three guesses what we’ve just been talking about.”

“Honestly, what is this?” Bret drank some of his water. “If this is a new recruitment drive or a prank, it’s going a little far, isn’t it? Also, what is up with the water today? It tastes funky.”

Josh shook his head. “Who’s the joke on? Just us? Nobody else seems to even realize there’s anything going on.”

“I noticed the water, too,” Rick chimed in. “I was really thirsty before bed last night, and the whole glass tasted off.”

Bret shrugged. “Well, I thought I saw a few people who looked a little freaked out. And then there’s you guys. Thank God somebody’s still living in reality I guess.”

“I actually called campus security,” Rick said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “They said they hadn’t seen anything unusual and that they’d make a note of it. Nothing unusual!?”

Josh laughed and scratched at his slightly stubbly face. “Well, I guess if a Lit professor in a pair of leather chaps with his cock hanging out isn’t unusual, then they’re right.”

Rick put his sandwich down. “He didn’t!”

“Your Lit prof had his cock out during class?”

“I kid you not,” he said, shaking his head. They all stared down at their plates.

“Jesus, what a way to start a week.” Bret rubbed his eyes. “I don’t even know if I’d mind this craziness if I’d gotten more than three hours sleep last night.”

“That’s about what I got,” Josh said.

“I probably got around five, but I still feel horrible!” said Rick.

Josh looked at Bret. “I actually thought of heading to the lounge to see if you were around, but then I thought I could wait it out. I can’t believe it thundered that hard for that long.”

“I thought of calling you guys but I didn’t want to wake you,” Rick said. “And anyway, I think the phones were out.”

Josh looked thoughtful. “What’s really strange is that there wasn’t any real damage. Seeing that lightning, I was expecting trees down and houses blown in and everything. But everything’s fine. The newspaper didn’t even mention the storm at all.”

Bret smiled. “Ah, the newspaper. I remember when I had time to read that. What’s the forecast for tonight, anyway?”

“Totally clear, but hot and humid,” Josh replied. “Feels like the mercury’s starting to creep upwards now, in fact.”

Rick winced. “That reminds me.” He pulled at his shirttail. “This thing has been sticking to me, driving me crazy all day.” With the others watching, he grabbed the bottom of his polo and lifted it off over his head. He tossed the top down decisively beside his chair, then stretched his arms back and smiled, “Ahhh…that’s better! Feels good to let my hairy chest and these tumbleweed pits breathe a little, y’know?” Then he looked back at his gaping friends. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Josh and Bret looked at him like they’d just seen a cat land an airplane. It was Josh who managed to move his mouth first.

“R-… Rick!”

Rick just gave him a quizzical look.

“Wh-. Whe-, w-, wha-,” Josh took a deep breath. “Rick, what are you doing? And where did you get all that hair?”

Rick looked even more confused, and a little annoyed. “What do you mean, what am I doing? It’s hot in here. I’m not going to wear that sweaty thing around all day. And I’m a hairy guy.” He scratched his hand through the rough stubble that covered his face. “Where do you think I get this from?”

Bret still hadn’t closed his mouth. Josh continued. “But, you-. Rick, honestly. You can’t tell me you don’t see anything the matter with just taking your shirt off in the middle of cafeteria?!”

Rick laughed. “So what? I don’t mind everybody seeing my chest hair. It’s not like I’m showing off pierced nips, is it?”

Bret took a breath. “Well,-”

“And anyway, you’re one to talk. Whatever happened to ‘Mr Clean-Shaven,’ or have you given that up? And since when did you start wearing knee-nigh leather boots?”

“Anyway, I’m late for my one-thirty,” Rick said, standing and picking up his tray, twisting to avoid hitting his juice glass with his exposed pecs. “I’ll see you guys later!” he called as he walked off, topless in his slacks and shoes.

Josh and Bret looked at each other.

“What, the,- …” Bret began.

Josh shook his head. “I don’t even know what to say.”

They sat for a second in silence.

“Um. Well. I… have a two o’clock?” Bret finally managed.

“Me too.”

Bret turned a palm upward. “I don’t know. So what do we do? Just… keep on going?”

Josh shrugged, dumbfounded. “I-. What else is there to do? At least it’s not like they’re hurting anybody? Maybe things will be back to normal tomorrow?”

“Or at least maybe they’ll start to make more sense?” Bret said.

“After a good night’s sleep,” Josh added. They laughed.

They heard their other friend Simon come up behind them. “Was that Rick I just saw walking by shirtless with chest hair hanging out everywhere? Weird. Just like all the other people I’ve seen on campus today. Well, except for you two.”

Bret and Josh spun around to look at their friend and did a double-take. Shy Simon who tried to never draw attention to himself was fully clothed, but his face had sprouted a jet-black horseshoe moustache that covered his mouth. The ends hung an inch or two lower than his chin. Apart from his eyebrows, though, that was the only hair on his head, which was otherwise shaved bald. Heavy black tribal tattoos appeared from under his short-sleeve polo and ran all the way down his arms and onto the backs of both wrists.

Neither Bret nor Josh said anything. “What are you staring at?” Simon asked. “Do I have spinach in my teeth or something?” He smiled at them, but they couldn’t see anything behind the curtain of hair that hung over his mouth. “Anyway, I better go. I have a two o’clock across campus. See you guys later,” he said, and walked off.

Josh and Bret sat staring after him for what seemed like a full minute, then looked at each other open-mouthed. Bret thought of something and leaned down to look under the table, then sat back up.

Josh looked at him and gave a worried chuckle. “I haven’t sprouted some huge goatee, have I?” Bret laughed softly and shook his head. “Unbelievable.”


Marcus was already in bed reading when Bret got back to their room. Bret had been right: Marcus looked like a bodybuilder and was covered from head to toe with hair. He was now sporting a short, but thick beard, and like Simon, his arms were covered in tattoos. Because he was shirtless, Bret could see that they also extended onto his slab-like pecs.

The two roommates grunted hello, and Bret put his book bag on his bed and sat down next to it, exhausted. He closed his eyes for a minute, then opened them and looked at his roommate reading in his boxers.

“Hey Marc?”

“Yup,” Marcus said without looking up.

“Is, ah, is that how you went to class today?”

Marcus looked down at his bare legs and torso. “Yeah, pretty much. Except I wore tennis shoes, ‘course. No sense tromping around in heavy Doc Martens all the time,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, right, that uh, some people might call that a little… underdressed? For class, I mean? Or might not looking at all that hair?”

Marcus went back to reading. “Well, something musta crawled up your ass and tightened ‘er up, huh. Lay off, man. It’s college. Not like we have to wear fuckin’ suits and ties every day, is it?” He turned a page.

“No, yeah, I know. But, you know… you used to wear more than that, right? And you didn’t used to have all those muscles and hair and tattoos. You know that, right? Dude?”

“Yeah, before I went through puberty.” Marcus closed the book and tossed it under his bed. “Whatever, man. I’m clockin’ out for today.” He looked at Bret as he lifted the sheet. “Hey bro, you look worn out. Get some sleep, dude. A good night’s sleep helps you learn better, you know. Try drinking some more water, too.”

Bret smiled half-heartedly. “Yeah, all right, I know. G’night.”

“G’night, dude.” Marcus turned off his reading light and pulled up the cover.


The first time Bret thought it might be a truck driving by, but the second clap was louder and he knew it was thunder. He groaned, still groggy. “Fuck, not again.” He pulled the pillow around his head.

But a few more claps woke him up a little. How long is this one going to go on for? Didn’t it blow itself out last night? Am I really going to have to lie here for another four hours? After that crazy day yesterday? With all those bearish guys? And after… after the same storm last night?

Now he was up. He looked at the clock. 2:08. Could it really have started at the same time? His head hurt, like his temples were being pressed in a vise. That high pressure again, he thought. But isn’t the air pressure supposed to be lower during a storm? Glancing at the window, he thought the rain color looked off again.

Bret lay on his bed for another minute, waiting for his energy to return. Then he remembered something. He tried to get up quietly, but caught a strap on his book bag and sent it crashing to the floor. He looked at Marcus, who was snoring with the sheet barely covering his oversized body. Right, Bret thought as another peal of thunder cracked. Why was I worried? He fumbled towards the doorknob and slipped out into the hallway.

Simon was already in the lounge, switching through channels of static on the TV and stroking his moustache. “Hey there, cowboy.”

Bret, still bleary-eyed, nodded. “I thought you might be in here.”

“Yep, I figured, too.”

“No TV?”

“Guess not.”

“Crazy, second night in a row, huh?”

“And at the same time.”

“Pretty close, yeah.”

The door handle clunked. They looked up to see Josh shoulder in the door, folding an umbrella. “Well, look who’s here.”

He smiled nervously. “Yeah, after what we talked about… I don’t know, I can’t sleep through this. And it’s kind of weird, with the same thing last night and what happened yesterday…”

Bret nodded. “Hey, no worries. I feel the same way.”

The door clanked again, and Rick came in. The hair on his head and his bare chest was wet enough that a few drops dripped down onto the floor. “Oh, thank goodness you guys are here. I don’t know about you but it kind of gives me the creeps, with the same-”

“Yeah,” Simon said. “Us too.”

Bret and Josh looked at Rick, exchanged a quick glance, and then shrugged and turned back to their shirtless friend. “You want me to get you a towel or something?” Bret asked.

“Thanks, no, I’m okay. Luckily it isn’t really coming down hard yet.”

They sat around the coffee table and gazed up in silence as the lightning flashed outside.

Finally Josh spoke. “Do you really think the storm is what’s doing it? That the storm is making people turn into bears?”

“I don’t know,” said Rick. “But otherwise that’s quite a coincidence.”

Bret chimed in. “Marcus was the first person I noticed, and he slept through the whole thing like a stone last night. Do you think that’s what does it?”

“Maybe,” said Rick. “After all, none of us are affected.”

“B-” Josh began, but a look from Bret silenced him.

Rick went on. “Anyway, I’m not sure I want to go to sleep through this.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” Bret replied. “I can never sleep through thunder.”

Josh nodded. “Me neither.” He paused. “But we can’t stay awake forever, can we?”

Simon laughed. “Well, it’s only 2:30 and we all just got here. How early can you go to bed?”

“Right. Well… so what do we do now?”

“I’ve got some cards,” Simon replied. “Play hearts? We’ve got four.”

“Good idea,” Bret said. He was relieved to have a distraction, if nothing else from Rick’s hairy chest, which still glistened with raindrops.

Simon slid the cards out of the box and handed them to Josh. “You deal.”



Dawn was already breaking when Bret slipped back into his room. But it looked like Marcus was already in the shower. Bret winced and yawned, then flopped down on the bed with his clothes on. He had an early class, but maybe he could squeeze in an hour or so of sleep and eat a granola bar on the way.

It only felt like a few seconds before Marcus came crashing through the door. His towel hung over his shoulder, but Bret could see right away that otherwise he was completely nude, his hair-covered penis resting on top of large balls.

“Mmh. Jesus, dude. Are you-?”

“Hey, morning, sunshine!” Marcus called over his shoulder loudly. He turned towards his roommate, swinging his cock and balls into Bret’s full view. “Hey, champ, where’d you get to last night? Getting some action?”

“I, n-, I…” Bret tried to direct his reply toward his roommate without just directing it toward his cock. Marcus had been his roommate for well over a month, but the two kept private in the room, like every other guy Bret had ever shared space with. Marcus usually changed behind his dresser, and Bret had never caught more than a glimpse of his ass, let alone his balls and penis. Marcus had paused for a moment to put on what Bret thought were pants, but were actually leather chaps. Now it seemed like Marcus’s cock and balls were swinging right in front of his face. It took a moment for Bret to realize that Marcus actually was walking toward him.

“Huh? Huh?” Marcus shoved his roommate lightly on the shoulder, his cock almost brushing against Bret’s forehead. Then he turned back to hang up his towel. “Hey man, that’s cool. Good for you for having some fun. Although I still say you could use a little more sleep, and you should keep hydrated. Also, your goatee looks like hell. If you’re going to keep it that long, you ought to comb it now and then.”

He went to the window and threw the curtain open, showing his hairy chest and uncovered penis to the world. “Another beautiful day, dude!”

Bret just lay back down onto the pillow. “Marcus, you can’t-…” He sighed. “Please tell me you’re not just going to show up in class like that,” he managed lazily. He already knew the answer, or rather the non-answer.

“Course not! Breakfast first. Gotta move, man, check you later.” Marcus picked up his book bag and walked out the door, balls swinging as he went. Bret just sighed again and closed his eyes.

Some minutes later—Bret was so tired he couldn’t tell if it was 10 or 100 minutes later—he was awakened by the sound of knocking and then the door opening. He opened his eyes and came face to face with a blond guy crouching beside his bed.

“Hey, man, Marc was s’posed to meet me here, and your door was open, so… You know where he is?”

Now he recognized the guy—it was Marcus’s friend Andy. Bret had always found him a bit obnoxious, an entitled preppy. “Nope, haven’t seen him, Andy.”

“Aw, man!” The blond boy stood up, and suddenly Bret could see that like Marcus, he was also hairy, shirtless, covered in tattoos, and in a pair of chaps. “He’s supposed to bring the cigars!”

“Jesus, Andy! Put some goddamn clothes on before you barge into my room, why don’t you!? Not everyone wants to see that rug you’ve got on your chest.”

“What the hell are you talking about, man?” Andy walked over to Bret and ran his hand over Bret’s chest for emphasis, “You’ve got twice as much hair there as I do.”

Their argument was cut short when Marcus stepped through the door, still in his chaps and smiling, holding two long, black cigars in his hand. “Hiya, Andy! Ready for a morning stogie?”

The angry expression on Andy’s face lifted, replaced with a growing smile. “You know it, man! I’ve got the lighters and cutters right here!”

A look of astonishment spread across Bret’s face as he realized that Marcus and Andy were about to light up the cigars, and he stammered out, “You guys can’t smoke in the dorm room! And when did you start, anyway?”

Neither man looked like he could understand why Bret was so freaked out about this. Marcus just shrugged, while Andy nonchalantly responded, “You’ve got to have your morning nicotine!”


Walking around campus that day, Bret was only half-surprised to see that Marcus was no aberration. The day before he hadn’t been sure if that man had really had his cock sticking out of a pair of chaps. Today he didn’t need to wonder. Cocks, asses, the works. Of course lots of people still were still wearing regular jeans—he had tried weakly to return the friendly smile of one hairy, shirtless guy walking outside his dorm, playing with the ring in his right nipple. But some guys were definitely strutting around in chaps. And almost everybody seemed to be shirtless and covered in tats.

As he walked into the quad, he saw a blond guy across the square greeting a dark-haired friend. The dark-haired guy was just wearing chaps and boots. The blond guy gave him a “bro hug” around the shoulder with one arm, then grabbed his cock with his other hand, stroking it a little as they chatted.

“Hey! Bret!” The shout brought his attention back, and he noticed Josh and Rick standing at the opposite corner of the square. As he walked toward them, he was glad to see that although they looked tired, they weren’t letting their cocks and balls hang out. Rick’s left arm was covered in a new sleeve of tattoos and a couple were visible on his neck just below his rich brown beard. His hairy chest was still bare, of course, and there were a few tattoos there, but below that he wore a pair of khaki shorts; and aside from himself Josh was one of only five or six people he’d seen that day who were still normal.

“Well, here we go again, huh?” he said as he approached his two friends, taking a moment to admire their muscled forms. The sleeves of Josh’s polo were about to burst from the size of his guns. I still like my ball gut a bit better, he thought, as he rubbed his bulging belly through his T-shirt.

“Crazy. Totally crazy.”

Rick shook his head in agreement. “I was just telling Josh— some guy outside my French class tried to lick my nipples! Can you believe that?”

Josh and Bret barely bothered exchanging a look. “Well…” Josh began wearily.

“Was it someone you knew?” Bret finished.

“Not really. Just some guy from my class! And then he just went away like nothing had happened!” While he spoke a man wearing jeans and a leather harness caught his eye. As he stopped to say hello, the man brought a hand up to caress Rick’s right pec through the hair, tweaking Rick’s nipple with his thumb. Bret was about to step between them until he saw Rick cheerfully return the man’s greeting by stroking the man’s abs. Josh tried to avert his eyes as politely as he could.

When the man had gone, Josh turned back to Rick. “Jesus, I see what you mean. Did you know that guy?”

Rick looked confused. “What, him? Yeah, he’s just this guy I know from the gym.”

Josh persisted. “But you didn’t exactly make it hard for him, did you?”

Rick looked at his like he hadn’t quite heard. “What are you talking about? He was just being friendly.”

“But he was playing with your nipples! Like, rubbing on them and shit!”

“Oh, that’s no big deal. It’s not like he tried to put his mouth on them! I can’t believe nobody’s tried to lick your pecs today, you’d know what I’m talking about if they had.”

“But-… but-” Josh stammered.

“Anyway, you guys are going to make me late again. I don’t want to get Professor Jenks mad, no matter who tries to suck on my pecs.” As he turned to leave, he looked his friends up and down skeptically. “Just don’t you guys go crazy on me, hey? See you later!”

Josh turned to Bret as Rick bounced off. He just shrugged and gave Josh a manly half-hug around the shoulder, feeling the spray of chest hair that burst out of the top of Josh’s button-up shirt. He was careful not to upset his friend’s long and carefully waxed handlebar moustache. “I’m just glad you’re still normal.”

Josh gave him a pained smile. “Yeah, you too. Before you showed up I was starting to think that I might be the crazy one.”

Bret laughed. “That’s certainly one thing you don’t have to worry about.” He looked at his watch. “I better go. You okay?”

He shrugged. “Why not?”

He laughed again. “Got it. Be strong, dude” he said, and walked off toward the arts building.


Bret was almost expecting it when the thunder woke him up again. He looked at the clock: 2 am on the button. He lay in bed for a few minutes, killing time, and then rolled out of bed, his heavy frame hitting the ground. He rubbed his temples, stumbled past his nude sleeping roommate, and made his way to the lounge. Simon was sitting in just his pajama bottoms, shuffling the cards.

“On we go,” Bret said as a greeting.

“Looks that way,” Simon agreed. “I like the braids in your goatee, by the way.”

“Thanks, man. Marcus suggested it this morning. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier to tame this beast.”

When the other guys arrived several minutes later, they were still dry.

“Beat the rain tonight, huh?”

“Yeah,” Rick said. “I guess we’re getting better at this.”

“Hearts again?” Josh asked.

Simon produced a bottle of whiskey from beside his chair. “I brought this to liven things up a little.” The four friends laughed. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a drink.” Bret nodded wholeheartedly as he pulled up his chair and picked up his hand.



When Bret got back to his twilit room, Marcus was up. He stood in the middle of the room facing the door with a large erection, slowly stroking it up and down. He was murmuring something to himself through the cigar clenched in his jaw. Bret’s breath caught. In spite of everything, he hadn’t been expecting this. Marcus watched him come in the door, hand still stroking his cock.

“Oh hey man. Back from another caper, huh?”

Bret took a step back and tried to look at the ceiling above his masturbating roommate. “Marcus, uh-” Marcus looked at him inquisitively. “Do you, uh, do you have to do that right now?” He nodded towards his roommate’s stroking hand.

“What, this? Hey, it’s no biggie, man. I’m just stroking my big hard cock up and down, up and down.” He watched Bret but went back to murmuring under his breath. “Mmgoodness me muhfuhm nurnbutter, mmgoodness me muhfuhm nurnbutter” was all that Bret could make out.

“Well…” Bret began, and winced. His head still hurt. Maybe drinking hadn’t been such a good idea. “Do you think maybe you could do that somewhere else? Like in the shower or something?” Marcus looked a little surprised, so Bret went on. “It’s just that I really want to get a little sleep before my early class. You know.”

“Oh hey, yeah, no probs dude. Believe me, man, I feel you. I’ll just put this out here and come back for it when I’m done.” He stubbed out the cigar and without taking his hand off his cock, Marcus walked toward the door, opened it and walked out into the hallway, still murmuring and stroking his long hard penis up and down, up and down.


When he woke up a couple of hours later, Bret blearily headed down the hall to take his morning shower. Before he reached the bathroom, though, he ran into Howie, the floor’s resident gamer and comics geek. He was relieved to see that Howie still had on a pair of jeans and wasn’t smoking a cigar, but Howie was… clean-shaven? Weird. Howie, however, didn’t seem entirely happy to see Bret.

Howie scrutinized him slowly, then finally spoke: “Well, at least you’re almost normal.”

Bret didn’t know what he was talking about, so he scratched the hair on his left pec and said, “Uh, thanks dude. Same here—it’s good to know that there are more people around who haven’t gone crazy.”

“I know! They’re like pod people! I’m not turning into one of them, that’s for damn sure! I’m staying in my room, away from those freaks! Haven’t slept in days, either.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“Red Bull and Adderall, man. Haven’t even diluted it with water. I need as much energy as I can get. Not gonna let the pod people get me without a fight!”

“Wow…um…stay safe, man.” He extended his hand, admiring as always the giant rose tattooed on the back of it as he did so, but Howie just walked away, as though Bret’s very touch might contaminate him.

Sighing, Bret headed down the hall to the bathroom. It was mostly empty—there was only Andy, standing in a pair of chaps and a harness at the urinals, humming to himself—but there were piles of underwear strewn all over the floor—Bret saw boxers, tighty whiteys, boxer briefs, even a jockstrap: maybe fifteen pairs of underwear in all.

Though he didn’t particularly want to strike up a conversation with Andy, his curiosity got the better of him—“Hey, Andy, what’s the deal with all that underwear on the floor?”

He recoiled a bit when Andy turned round to face him, still stroking his big cock up and down, up and down. “Yeah, dude, I don’t know what that stuff is”

“Well, it’s underwear, I mean, obviously, but…whose is it? Who just leaves their underwear lying around in the dorm bathroom?”


“You know, like I’m wearing? Like you used to wear until a day or so ago before you went in for the leather chaps craze?”

Andy kept stroking his big hard cock up and down, but he grimaced, as if in deep thought, then murmured something to himself, something that sounded like, verth angus norma verth angus norma. And then he shot his load into his outstretched palm.

“Ugh..gross, man!”

“Huh? It’s just normal guy stuff, Bret. You’re the one that’s acting weird, going on about this ‘underwear’ or whatever.” Andy moved in front of the mirror and began running his cum-filled hands through his Wolverine-style muttonchops. “You haven’t been acting like yourself lately. And frankly, you look like crap, with those big bags under your eyes and everything.” As he spoke, Andy carefully worked the man-made “gel” through his hair until everything lay smoothly. “Get some sleep tonight, okay?” he patted Bret on the shoulder with a sticky palm, “And drink plenty of water. It’ll help you learn better.”


More people were wearing just chaps that day, and except for the handful of people still as fully dressed as Bret, everybody had their cocks out. Again, Marcus was the rule rather than the exception: Bret saw men masturbating as they walked along, chatted to friends, or sat reading in the warm sun. The greeting he had seen yesterday on the quad seemed commonplace now; bearish men would walk up to each other and fondle each other’s pendulous cocks, stroking as they talked. One older man knelt on the grass in front of a college guy and sucked his cock as he talked to a friend.


Bret’s geology professor had undergone quite a change since Monday. He stood in chaps and a leather cap at the front of the room with his cock erect and stroked himself slowly as he discussed the tectonic forces of the western Pacific Rim, pausing periodically to puff on his cigar. Needless to say, he didn’t kick any students out for transgressing social norms this time. Bret was the only one still wearing regular pants and covering his cock, although one guy two rows up had something covering up his chest. Most of the students played with themselves quietly and took notes or puffed cigars with their other hand. Bret rubbed his eyes and tried to look at what was going on in the room across the hall, but he was sitting in the middle row and couldn’t see the window.


When he got to the lunch hall, Simon, Josh, and Rick were waiting for him on the steps outside. They all looked worn out, but only Simon looked different than Bret was expecting. Evidently, he had decided to go in for chaps as well.

“Hey,” Rick called as he approached. “We were thinking of walking into town and getting lunch at the diner. You don’t have class this afternoon, do you? Want to come along?”

“Yeah, why not,” Bret replied wearily. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a look around the outside world.”

The three got up to join him on the sidewalk. “Hang on a sec,” Simon called. He reached into the pocket of his backpack and pulled out a cigar, lighter, and clipper. He snipped the end of the cigar and pushed to light it, taking a few deep puffs in the slight breeze. “There, that’s better. Man, it’s a relief to get my morning nicotine.” The other three just looked at each other and rolled their eyes wearily. What could they do? Simon picked up his book bag. “All set?”


“It’s funny what you said about the outside world,” Josh said. “I called my dad this morning and asked him if there was anything weird going on at home. He said there wasn’t. Then I told him that my professor had his cock out in class on Monday, and it was like he didn’t even see anything wrong with it! He said everybody had seen penises before and it wasn’t any big deal!”

Rick nodded thoughtfully. “I saw the news before I left my room and both anchors were in assless chaps. The weatherman was smoking a cigar while masturbating.” He shot an annoyed look in Simon’s direction, but he didn’t notice.

“Well, so much for the college bubble,” Bret sighed. He wondered if he had meant that to be a joke. He was tired.

The people around town looked as much like horny bears as the people on campus. Simon saw a man he knew walking toward him, cock hanging out, on the grass next to the sidewalk. They exchanged a polite greeting and the man knelt down on the grass and moved his head toward Simon’s swinging cock, opening his mouth as he got close.

Simon almost jumped backward. “Hey, hey, what the fuck!” The guy got up and looked at Simon quizzically. Simon kept shouting. “What the fuck are you doing, man? Get- uhf, get away from me!”

The guy put his hands up apologetically. “Jesus man, don’t have to be an asshole about everything,” he muttered as he walked away.

Simon looked at his friends, who looked back at him calmly. “What the fuck was that?”

“Well, are you really that surprised?”

“What, do my cock and balls have a sign over them saying ‘suck me, please’? ‘Men’?”

“Well, no, but they are hanging out there for everyone to see. And you’re sucking on a cigar like every other cock-sucking man we’ve seen,” Rick offered patiently.

Simon was still upset. “What, why-” A man walked across the street at the end of the block, dressed similarly to Simon, but with a long leather gauntlet covering each forearm. “There.” Simon pointed at him. “That guy is perfectly normal. I bet he wouldn’t try to come up and start sucking on my cock. Has the whole fucking world gone nuts?”

Josh’s eyes narrowed. “Uh, Simon? You do realize that guy looks like a bear in heat, right? His cock is hanging out there for the world just like yours is.”

Simon threw up his hands in frustration. “But that’s just not a big deal! Weren’t you just saying a second ago? Everybody’s seen penises before. But nobody’s sucking on his, and he’s not stroking it up and down like all the rest of the lunatics in this town. Bret, you must know what I’m talking about!”

Bret looked at Josh, then back at Simon, and ran his hand over his thigh. “You do see this, that I’m wearing, right? You do see how there’s cloth covering my penis so the rest of the world can’t see it, right?”

But Simon wasn’t really listening. “Come on,” he said, taking a deep draw on his cigar. “Let’s hurry up and get there before some weirdo tries to hump me or something.”


Simon was still complaining loudly as he walked with Rick. Bret and Josh walked on the sidewalk a few steps behind, their boots clomping heavily on the sidewalk.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Josh said, quietly enough that the other two wouldn’t hear. “What you said about the weird-tasting water and the storm just affecting people who sleep through it. That can’t be right, can it? I mean, look at Simon.”

“I know. I don’t get it. We’ve been with him the whole time since that first night. But clearly, something’s still turning him into a stereotypical bear.” The group came to a stop as Rick greeted a guy he knew. The guy smiled and played with Rick’s left pec as he leaned forward and buried his face in Rick’s hairy right armpit. Rick just smiled sunnily as a bulge clearly began to form in his jeans, then leaned forward and licked his friend’s pierced nipple before they continued on their way.

“Annd he’s not much better, is he?” Bret observed.

“Remember all that brimstone yesterday about sucking pecs?” Josh shook his head. “But he hasn’t slept through any of it either. And he was the one giving Simon grief about having his cock out!” He paused. “It’s like they only notice the people who are crazier than they are.”

“And it seems like they lose another piece of clothing every day and start touching whatever it was covering.”

“And then sucking on it.” They walked silently for a second.

“You’re right about them not noticing, though. Marcus has changed as much as anybody, and I don’t think he’s even aware that anything’s happened this week at all.”

Josh’s eyes narrowed again. “He’s slept through it every night, hasn’t he?”

“Like a stone. And drinking tons of water.”

“Same with my roommate.” He paused. “You don’t think… You don’t think it just speeds it up, do you?”

“That sleeping and drinking the weird-tasting water just makes the same things happen, but faster?”

“Well, a good night’s sleep does-”

“Help you learn better,” they said in unison. They looked at each other.

“My roommate said that this morning,” Josh said. “While he was masturbating.”

“Marcus said it the other day,” Bret almost whispered. “Twice.” A light bulb went on. “And this morning. While he was masturb…” He trailed off.

After a second, Josh realized something. “But wouldn’t that mean that everybody will keep changing whether they sleep through the storm or not?”


“So tomorrow, Rick’s going to start wearing chaps.”

Bret thought, then nodded. “But not be okay with anybody touching his dick. Or vice versa.”

“Yeah.” Josh paused. “But then- what about us? Why aren’t we being affected? My cock isn’t hanging out, is it?”

Bret looked at him and shook his head. “Nope. You could go to church in that.”

“You too.”

“Maybe we’re just the lucky ones. Or unlucky, I don’t know. It sure is a big help knowing that you’re still okay too though.”

He smiled at him. “You can say that again.” Then he looked back down, thinking. “But I don’t know how long I can go without getting some better sleep. I’m starting to have trouble holding a pen in class.”

Bret just sighed in agreement. They walked for a minute or two, lost in thought.

Finally Bret turned to look at him. “You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you. Those rings in your nipples really set off your tats.”

Josh gave him a smile filled with gratitude. “Aw, thanks for noticing, man.” He exhaled. “It’s nice to get a compliment in the middle of such a crazy week.” He hugged him as they walked, and Bret felt the rug on Josh’s chest rub against his own, their piercings clinking together lightly.


Like clockwork, the first crash of thunder rang out at exactly 2 am. Bret lay there listening to it for a minute. His head had been aching from fatigue all evening, but now the storm pressure made it feel almost unbearable. He found himself half-wishing that he could just sleep through it, and damn the torpedos. But it’s not like I really have a choice, he thought as thunder clapped so loud it almost shook the windowpane.

Simon was in the lounge as usual, smoking a cigar and groping his balls between shuffles. After a few minutes Josh arrived, running a towel through his thick, wet pit hair and then over his flattop. When Bret and Josh looked at him, he commented, “Yeah, I know. The rain dilutes the scent, but it’s still something.”

After that, they sat in silence, waiting, as the storm pounded outside. Five minutes passed. Then fifteen.

Finally Josh took a deep breath. “Do you think-?” They all knew what he was going to say. “Do you think—he slept through it?”

Bret just shrugged. “Maybe… now we’ll find out.”

“Find out what?” Simon asked.

Bret looked at Josh, then explained. “We think sleeping during the storm might only speed up the changes.”

Josh continued: “We figure normally Rick would just put on some chaps tomorrow, but not be okay with any touching down there.”

Simon looked a little confused, but Bret barely noticed. “But I guess if it’s anything more than that…” He and Josh exchanged a worried, exhausted look. “Well, we’ll have a pretty good idea anyway.”

“Well.” Simon shuffled and squared the cards. “I guess we’ll have to play three-handed for now at least.” The three curled up in their chairs and picked up their hands as outside the thunder kept rolling.



Bret paused for a second before opening the door to his room, trying to prepare himself for what he might see inside. Marcus didn’t disappoint. He stood in the middle of the room as before, hand sliding along his erect cock and murmuring, but this time his posture looked a little funny; his hips jerked slightly as he stroked. It took Bret a second in the twilight to see that something orange was poking slightly back and between his legs. When his eyes focused he saw that it was the base of a dildo, with balls on the bottom, rammed into Marcus’s ass. As far as Bret could judge from the size of the balls, he guessed that the rest of it must be pretty big.

He was so tired he almost laughed as he watched Marcus’s hand move up and down his cock. He could now see clearly how his roommate’s balls slapped against the oversized orange dildo-balls with every stroke. “Dude,” he said resignedly as he fell into bed. “Where did you get that thing?”

“What, this?” Marcus nodded back towards the dildo sticking out of his ass. “C’mon, man, quit acting crazy. Everybody’s got one of these.”

Bret nodded weakly. “Just- Just try to keep it down, okay?”

“Hey, no probs, brah.” Marcus played with his beard with his free hand as he kept stroking away on his erect cock, and Bret fell asleep with the slight creaking of the floorboards in his ears and the scent of Marcus’s ever-present cigar in his nose.


Some time later—he couldn’t really keep track of how long—Bret woke up. After yawning hugely, she fired up and smoked his morning stogie before heading out to take a shower. Heading into the bathroom, he saw a familiar face entering the room in front of him: “Hey, Howie! How’s it going? You still staying strong?”

A fresh-faced Howie turned to him and gave him a radiant smile through his beard, keeping his stogie tightly clenched in his teeth: “I’m great! Never been better! Had a full glass of water before bed and got a full night’s sleep, and I feel like a million bucks!” As he spoke, Howie slipped on his leather chaps and started to lace up his boots. After he had buckled his harness, he began playing with his morning wood, stroking his big hard cock up and down, up and down.

“Looks like Howie’s changed, too,” Bret thought to himself, but for some reason it didn’t bother him so much. Stepping out of his boxers, he tossed them on the pile on the bathroom floor and headed for the showers himself. It took him a minute to find an empty showerhead; Bret had to maneuver past all the guys who were in there jerking off and sucking cock. On his way to the shower, he had to squeeze past Andy, who gave him a brief nod, then went back to sucking off his roommate Todd.

On his way out of the bathroom, Bret again ran into Howie, who held a razor in one hand and was lifting up his beard with the other.

Bret did a double take. “You’re not shaving your beard off, are you, Howie?”

Howie narrowed his brows. “Of course not. But I like a clean neckline.”

Bret nodded. As he Bret passed by, Howie slapped his bare ass with one hand: “Man, do you look beat! You need to get a good night’s sleep! And drink some water! It’ll help you learn better!”


Classes that day had become unflinchingly pornographic. Bret and Marcus shared a midday economics class, but Marcus just spent the first half of the lecture sucking the professor’s cock while he sat on the table with his legs open, talking about utility functions. When he went on to review Nash equilibria, he went behind a lectern to read from his notes, and Marcus moved behind him. It was hard to see from where Bret was sitting, but it looked like Marcus had his long cock buried between the older man’s ass cheeks as he went through the homework problems. The professor, a distinguished-looking man in his early 50s, stroked his hard dick with his free hand as he bounced his hips back and forth in time with Marcus’s thrusts. All the students except Bret quietly masturbated as they took notes, some murmuring under their breath. Bret could swear the dude behind him kept muttering something that sounded like “will be good, will be good”. When the hour was over, the professor pitched his voice a little louder to be heard over the shuffling of paper and notebooks closing. “Remember to read chapters four and seven for Tuesday. And please remember to get a good night’s sleep, it’ll help you learn better!”


The cafeteria line was moving slowly, and Bret and Josh puffed slowly on their stogies, waiting with their trays for what felt like hours. They were so tired they barely cared, and stood silently watching the soft-core porno scene around them. A few times when something particularly outrageous happened nearby, they made grateful eye contact with each other, relieved that they each knew somebody else who was still normal.

“Hey guys!” they heard from down the line, and Rick bounced forward to greet them. He looked fresh and rested, his hard dick bobbing through his chaps and a briar pipe with a massive bowl was nestled in his beard.

Josh squinted at him. “Wow, you look like a million bucks. Nice choice on the pipe.”

Rick smiled. “Thanks, well, I sure feel a lot better after a good night’s sleep. Hey Bret!” He turned to Bret and in one smooth motion leaned forward and grasped Bret’s cock with both hands. He tweaked Bret’s PA and then put his mouth around it as far as it would go.

Bret almost jumped with surprise, but remembered that he didn’t want to hurt his friend and tried to back off more gently, in spite of the jolt of pleasure he got from Rick’s soft lips and tongue around his piercing. “Hey!, hey, easy there, easy,” he said as he coaxed his rapidly expanding penis back out of Rick’s mouth.

“Ri-” Josh was shouting. “Rick! What-!”

As Rick stood up and put his pipe back in his mouth, Bret and Josh stared straight at each other with real fear in their eyes. As Rick turned to face Bret, he could see Josh behind him. He mouthed the words silently, but he understood him just fine: “We were right.”

Rick smiled at Bret apologetically. “Aw, sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought your cock looked so delicious, just hanging out of your chaps like that. Maybe later?” He winked and caressed the harness resting atop Bret’s ball gut as he turned away toward the back of the line. He smiled at Josh again. “See you guys later.”

After a few seconds Josh turned to Bret. “I’m so sorry, dude.”

He sighed. “Well, don’t be. It’s not our fault.”

“Of course not.”

“It feels great for me to know that everyone can see my balls and my cock hanging out of my leathers, of course, but people have to know that they can’t just go touching them. I mean, let alone-…”

“Totally. I mean, I love being all leathered up and showing my cock and ass to everyone, but people have got to realize there are some boundaries.” He turned to Bret and pressed his body against him, taking a moment to bend down and take Bret’s nipple piercing in his teeth and tug on it slightly.

“I’m kinda scared, Bret. What’s going to happen to us?”

Bret breathed softly as he hugged his buddy, pressing his gut against Josh’s chiseled abs. He gently tweaked his friend’s hard nipples and rubbed their facial hair together. “It’s okay. I’m freaked too, but we have to try not to worry. We’ve been the only normal ones through this whole thing. There’s no reason why we won’t keep being okay through whatever else happens, right?”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Josh agreed, taking a deep draw on his stogie. He hugged Bret tighter for a second, and Bret could feel the pleasant sensation of Josh’s half-hard dick bumping against his leather-covered inner thigh. “Thanks, man.”


That night Bret got home at eight, planning to do some reading for his only class the next day. He sat down on the bed and when he reached down to pick up his book, he realized that he was so tired he couldn’t get back up. Marcus was nowhere to be seen. Mmph, jeez, he thought. Maybe just a little nap for now. He pulled the sheet halfway up his chest and closed his eyes.



Bret’s eyes snapped open suddenly when he heard the-… beeping. The beeping? He looked at the alarm clock. It was blinking “8:30.” He stretched. Had he only slept for a half hour? He looked outside. The sun was shining. He had woken up to his morning alarm.

“Rise and shine, campers,” Marcus called out merrily. “Oh what a beautiful moooooarning,” he began. Bret chuckled and rolled out of bed, punching Marcus lightly on his massive shoulder. His roommate punched him back. “Don’t you look a million times better after a good night’s sleep, huh?”

“So, ya ready for morning exercises?” Marcus grinned.

“They’re the only kind of exercise I like!” Bret shouted back, as he rubbed his belly and headed for his dresser. “Hey… that’s weird," he grimaced as he sifted through a pile of cloth, “My dildos and lube aren’t there! It’s just this…junk!” “Don’t worry about it, man,” Marcus told him as he opened his own drawer and pulled out two large dildos and a tube of lube, “You can borrow some of mine.”

“Thanks, dude! You’re…uhhh…” Bret grunted as he worked the thick dildo into his tight young hole, “…ahhh…real pal, you…uh…know that, Marcus”

But Marcus didn’t respond—he’d lit up a stogie and started reciting his lessons as he worked the dildo in and out, in and out, and stroked his big hard cock up and down, up and down. “Nothing to worry about…” he murmured, “…just need to have fun…fun being fucked…fun sucking cock…fun stroking cock…fun being being stroked…learn to have fun…a good night’s sleep helps you learn…”

And soon Bret stood beside him, smoking and working the dildo in and out, stroking his big hard cock up and down, up and down, in the same rhythm, repeating these words in unison: “…fun sucking cock…fun stroking cock…”

Later, in the showers, as Marcus knelt down to suck his cock, Bret remarked, “Y’know, I love morning exercises. They really…loosen a guy up, you know?”

Marcus nodded sagely, “Yeah, man, they get you ready for a new day. Let you know you’re gonna have fun.” Both men’s cocks twitched at this last word.


Josh stood beside the breakfast table and waved to him sunnily as he approached. He looked great, his hard dick waving in the air, its head slick with pre and glistening in the morning sunlight. “Morning, buddy.” Josh gave him a little hug, and grabbed his balls gently with one hand. Then with the other, he pulled his foreskin back and ran his fingers back and forth along his soft cock. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a log!” Bret replied, smiling. “All night!”

“Me too!” Josh laughed. “I can’t believe how much better I feel! A good night’s sleep and lots of water really do help you learn better!” He leaned forward to put his mouth around the bare head of Bret’s hardening penis, careful to keep his moustache out of the way, swirling his tongue around the Bret’s PA and giving the tip a playful suck.

“You can say that again,” he agreed, feeling his cock stiffen in Josh’s mouth. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so good.”

Josh let out a hearty laugh and stood up, massaging Bret’s balls in his hand, then turned and leaned over the breakfast table. Bret could see his buddy’s hair-covered asshole winking back at him. He reached back and grabbed his fully erect cock, jacked it once, and guided it between the firm twin globes of Josh’s ass and into his hole. “I really appreciate your being there for me this week, you know,” Josh said as Bret slid his cock into his buddy’s tight hole. “I don’t know if I could have made it through all that craziness without another normal person being around. But now that everything’s back to normal, I’m so glad you were there to help me through. Everything feels so much better now. Everything feels so much better now. Everything feels so much better now.”

Bret nodded as he watched his large erection thrust in and out, in and out between his massive thighs. “Everything is better now. Everything is better now. Everything is better now.” He got a warm jolt of pleasure in his cock every time he said it.

Simon walked up beside them, smiling absently, his cock bouncing gently. “Oh, hey guys!”

Bret, still fucking Josh over the table, turned his head to look at him. “Hey Simon!”

“You look like you slept too!” Josh said as he bounced against Bret’s rigid cock.

Simon just smiled as he pulled a chair next to Bret and stood on the seat so his cock and balls were at Bret’s eye level. That’s thoughtful of him, Bret thought. Now I can reach him while my cock is still sliding in and out of Josh’s ass. He turned toward Simon and took his soft cock in his mouth, licking Simon’s balls with his tongue and tugging on his foot-long goatee with both hands. Bret smiled as he felt the cock get bigger in his mouth while he sucked it. Josh had gone back to chanting, and squeezed Bret’s cock with his hot, tight ass each time. Bret just let his mind focus on his words and relaxed as the warm rods of pleasure from his cock shot through his whole body. It had been one crazy week, but now he just couldn’t be happier that everything was finally back to normal.

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