Never Had I Ever

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Summary

It was day twenty-two of the quarantine, and my housemates had run out of ideas. Luckily, Peter downloaded this new game off Steam.

I thought this was gonna be my submission to the writing contest, but it didn’t turn out quite the way I thought it was going to go. In any case, more stories for you guys! - D

It was day twenty-two of the quarantine, and my housemates and I were getting bored. I don’t want to say that locking myself in a house with four other dudes wasn’t my idea of a great time, but we’d just finished the Universal Legendary Beer Pong Tournament of Awesome, and I hadn’t even won. Greg and I had won 41 games to Nick and Will’s 59. Peter had stayed out of the game entirely, focussing on ‘volume’ rather than ‘skill’ when it came to drinking beer.

“Alright,” Greg said, flopping down on the couch. “What do you guys wanna do next? Cause I’ve already binged everything on Netflix and Chelsea won’t let me sneak into her house for some fun.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “I Facetimed Emma for like two hours last night, and she still won’t let me head over. She just keeps telling me ‘it’s about taking care of everybody’ and ‘it’s important that we stay apart right now’. I’m gonna run outta socks soon.”

“Nasty bro,” Will laughed. I musta looked a little pissed or something, cause he followed up quickly saying “Relax Kyle, we’re all in the same place. There’s like two months left in my last semester. I should be fucking every girl at this school. But no, I gotta stay in a house with you boring fuckers…”

“I got a new game,” Peter said, breaking the silence that had been his default for most of the day. “You guys wanna play?”

“What is it?” Greg asked. “Tell me it’s not just some shoot-em-up. Bro, I’ve clocked way too much time on the Xbox already.”

“Nothing like that,” Peter said. “It’s like a version of ‘Never Can I Ever’, but sorta mixed up Jackbox style. I haven’t played it yet, but we just all use our phones and throw the game on the TV.”

“Dude, that sounds lame…” Nick groaned. “I played that when I was a froshie…”

“Hey, you don’t have to play,” Peter snapped. “But this has all kinds of like mini games and stuff in the middle of it. I dunno bro, it looks fun. Besides, it was free on Steam.”

I glanced over at Peter. He’s a year younger than the rest of us, and I don’t think he’s really handling this very well. Normally he’s the most talkative guy I know, but lately it seems like all he does is sit in the living room and stare at the TV.

“You know what, I’m in,” I said.

“Yeah,” Greg said, catching my eye and reading my vibe. “Let’s give it a shot.”

Will and Nick both groaned. Either of them would rather be out getting laid or at least watching a football game, but it seemed like neither of those would be happening for a while.

“Yeah, okay man,” Will acquiesced. “I mean, we can always quit if it gets lame. C’mon Nick, you in?”

“Yeah, fine,” Nick growled. “I guess it’s this or a dudes-only basement dance party, so let’s go with this.”

Peter lit up. “Really? Awesome. Okay, let me just get it booted up.”

A few minutes later, we were all sitting in the living room, staring at the TV. Nick had poured everyone a fresh beer, Will had put a pizza in the oven, and I had taken the opportunity to text Emma a dick pic. Gotta get her nice and revved up if I wanted her to let me sneak over later.

“Nothing but class ;)” she texted back.

Peter’s game was on a launch screen when I got back to my spot on the couch, wedged between Greg and Will. Nick and Peter were in armchairs, these old flower monstrosities we found on the curb when we moved in. And in front of us, on the mandatory student loan funded TV, was a dark screen with the words “NEVER HAD I EVER!” written in flashing green text. A pixelated red solo cup was the only other graphic, alongside a web address.

“Kyle, you gotta go there on your phone so you can play,” Peter prompted me. The other guys all seemed to have loaded it up already. I typed in the address and hit a ‘JOIN GAME’ button.

Then I had to punch in a bunch of info to create a little game avatar. It seemed like a lot for a dumb game, but pretty soon I had a cool little version of me up on the TV. Brown hair, blue eyes, black t-shirt and bluejeans. Maybe a little too identical to Greg’s character, but Will and Nick and Peter balanced it out with blond hair. Nick even managed to get his character a red tank top and black shorts like the ones he was wearing. Though I gotta say, Peter’s beard is never gonna be that full.

“GAME ON!” the game said in a booming voice, like the game developer had tried to mimic the Mortal Combat sounds. “CHECK YOUR PHONES. YOU’LL GET PROMPTED TO FILL IN TWO ‘NEVER HAVE I EVER’ QUESTIONS, THEN WE’LL GET STARTED WITH THE FUN!”

I looked at my phone. Sure enough, there was a little fill in the blank prompt. “NEVER HAVE I EVER ____________”. I thought for about half a second and typed in ‘sucked a dick’. Wouldn’t it be fuckin’ hilarious if one of the guys drank for that? I’d bust his balls about it for a week. I hit ‘submit’ and another prompt came up.

“NEVER HAVE I EVER ____________” it blinked at me. I thought for a few more seconds and typed ‘been to the gym’. I knew despite all of Nick’s bravado, he was fuckin’ terrified of being judged. Last month we were drunk and I asked how much he could bench, and the fucker actually admitted that he’d never stepped foot in a weight room. His whole athletic build was from swimming and playing soccer in the spring. It was gonna be fuckin’ funny when he didn’t drink for that one. I hit ‘submit’ again.

“MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A FULL DRINK!” my phone flashed at me. I had only taken a couple sips so far, so I figured I had plenty.

I glanced at the other guys. They were laughing to themselves and punching in their own answers. Soon the TV went “THAT’S EVERYONE! LET’S GET THIS GAME STARTED!”

There was a flurry of animation, then the game showed us the first prompt, apparently picked at random from the one’s we’d submitted.

“NEVER HAVE I EVER GOTTEN A LAP DANCE” boomed the voice, while the words spun onto the screen in that same dizzying green font. “DRINK IF YOU’VE GOTTEN A LAP DANCE” the voice boomed.

We all laughed and grinned at each other. I reached forward and took a big drink from my cup. Peter did too, and Will. Nick and Greg just grinned at us.

“Okay, now the real question, did you pay the stripper yourself?” I asked, glancing between the two.

“Remember that night in Atlantic City last year? For Greg’s 21st?” Nick asked. “You guys fucked off to play poker, so I bought Greg a lap dance from….”

“Charisma?” Greg said tentatively?

“Yeah, or Karma or something. She had great tits,” Nick laughed.

“Hah, yah,” Greg smiled, remembering the night. “And then Nick enjoyed the view so much he bought a dance for himself too.”

“No way man,” Peter said, perking up. “That’s awesome.”

“THREE NON-DRINKERS!” the game boomed. “THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING!”

“Wait,” Peter asked, “how did it know how many of us drank?”

“Maybe it’s using the webcam or something?” Nick grinned.

On the screen, three names arranged themselves in a circle. PETER, WILL, and KYLE. An arrow started spinning, like some virtual game of spin the bottle. Eventually the arrow landed on Will.

“PETER – IT WAS YOUR DARE. TIME TO MAKE SURE WILL HAS GOTTEN A LAP DANCE!”

“What the fuck?” Nick asked the TV. “Dude, that’s totally gay.”

But Peter was already standing, moving over to the couch and starting to dance seductively at Will.

“Guys,” he said. “Make it stop. I can’t… make it stop. The game is fucked up or something.”

Peter shook his rear in Will’s face.

“Sure dude,” Nick laughed. “Hey guys, this whole fuckin’ thing is Peter’s game, he probably programmed it himself, hah!”

Peter put his arms around Will’s shoulders, dancing low to his lap. I shifted out of the way to give him room to plant a knee on the couch.

“Seriously bro,” Peter said. “I’m not gay. And I’m not wanting this either.”

“Yeah, uh huh man,” Greg said laughing. He reached over me to give Peter’s ass a playful swat. “Shake that booty!”

“Dude!” Peter yelled. Luckily the lap dance was winding down, and he found himself able to back away from Will, back to his chair across the room.

“ROUND TWO!” the TV boomed. “NEVER HAVE I EVER WORN A SPEEDO! DRINK IF YOU HAVE WORN A SPEEDO!”

“Fuck you, whoever you are,” Nick laughed, raising his beer and taking a long drink. We were always giving him a hard time about the little speedo he wore for his meets with the college swim team. Not that we ever saw him wear it, but I mean, come’on, you’d give him a hard time too.

“FOUR NON-DRINKERS!” the game bellowed. “FOR THIS MINI-GAME, USE YOUR PHONES TO WIN THE SWIM MEET!”

I looked down at my phone. There was some little mobile game on the screen. There were four swimmers from some kind of overhead view. Each of them, I noticed, was wearing a Speedo. I swiped on the screen and my swimmer moved forward a length.

I began swiping furiously, along with Will, Greg and Peter. I was in the middle of the pack, with Greg in front of me, Will and Peter trailing behind. I was only a few swipes away when Greg cheered out triumphantly.

“Hah! Got it!” he celebrated with a fist pump.

“GREG WINS!” boomed the TV. “GREG GETS TO ENJOY WEARING A SPEEDO FOR THE FIRST TIME!”

“Whoa, no way man,” Greg laughed. “I won the fuckin’ game, you just…”
 “Uh Greg,” I said, leaning away from my friend and housemate. “Your shirt is melting dude.”

Greg looked down. Sure enough, his shirt seemed to be melting off his body, and his pants were melting… up his body.”

“See you assholes, I didn’t give that lap dance on purpose,” Peter leapt in.

“Shut up Pete,” Greg shot back. “My fuckin’ clothes are…”

“Gone!” Peter finished. Sure enough, Greg was standing there, totally naked except for a pair of blue Speedo briefs. My nose perked up, I could smell the chlorine coming off the fabric, even dry.

“Dude are you… buffer than normal?” I asked. I’d seen Greg in nothing but boxers plenty of times, but it seemed like he’d bulked up a little. And his hair was a little frizzier, like he spent plenty of time in a pool.

“Did the game actually make him a swimmer?” Nick asked in disbelief.

“This is too fuckin’ weird,” Greg muttered. “I’m done guys, I’m gettin’ outta here before something weird happens.” He stood up and strode out the door to the kitchen…

… and walked right back in through the door to the bathroom.

“What the hell?” he asked.

“ROUND THREE!” the TV boomed at us. I dreaded what I had written. I was certain that one of us was going to have to suck a dick by the time this was all over.

“NEVER HAVE I EVER FAILED A CLASS! DRINK IF YOU’VE EVER FAILED A CLASS!”

“Oh, that’s not so bad,” Will joked. “I mean, it’s not like getting shoved in a speedo.”

“It’s actually kinda comfortable,” Greg shared. “Nick, this is kinda nice.”

“Dude, I’m so not going to talk about this with you,” Nick shook his head.

“Wait,” I said, “Nobody’s drinking. Seriously, none of us have failed a class?”

“I mean… yeah dude, it’s not that hard to show up and skate by,” Peter said, eager to move past his lap dance.

“AMAZING!” the TV shouted at us. “EVERYONE GETS TO EXPERIENCE THIS FOR THE FIRST TIME!”

We all glanced at each other. Was there something that was supposed to happen now?

“Bro,” Nick said. “I think that I’m like… really bad at math.”

“Yeah?” Greg asked.

“Yeah… like I don’t think I’ve passed any math classes in four years. And I’ve tried like… a lot. This is so weird guys, I just kinda… know this now.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I think I failed my business classes a bunch of times. I think I’m a PhysEd major now…”

“Wait,” I said, “there’s no way you can just know that. Maybe, somehow, maybe this game can make Greg’s clothes drip away, but it can’t change our lives.”

“Bro, I dunno,” Will said. “I kinda remember failing a lot of my classes man. I think maybe I’m maybe not that smart anymore man… fuck, I was on the Dean’s list and everything.”

“Me too man,” Greg said. “I don’t think I’m a chem major anymore. I think I’m only getting classes cause the swim team needs me,” he shook his head, glancing down at his nearly naked body.

And then it hit me. Of course it was possible, I was such an idiot. I could never make it through a math class either, not even basic algebra. It all just went over my head. It wasn’t like I liked being this dense, but life’s like that, huh?”

“Yeah…” I said. “Fuck me, that’s weird.”

Around me my bros nodded, sitting in a dazed silence until the TV announced “ROUND FOUR! NEVER HAVE I EVER SKIPPED LEG DAY! DRINK IF YOU HAVE SKIPPED LEG DAY!”

I thought for a second. Could I claim that? My heavy mind worked through muddled thoughts, but at the end I was forced to admit I couldn’t say it honestly. I skipped leg day whenever some girl asked me out on Friday. Don’t get me wrong - I still hit the gym, I just went and got a bicep pump instead.

I glanced at my biceps. Were they bigger? In this weird world, where I wasn’t so… I must have used all that study time to hit the gym. “Dude,” I said, downing another long drink of beer.

On both sides of me, Greg and Will were also taking drinks. Peter too, over in his chair. But Nick just sat there.

“Fuck,” he said. “It’s gonna fuck with me. I can’t skip leg day bros, I’m a swimmer!”

“ONLY ONE NON-DRINKER!” the TV thundered. “IT’S YOUR FIRST LEG DAY, AND HAVE WE GOT A LEG DAY SURPRISE FOR YOU!”

In his basketball shorts, we saw Nick’s legs inflate right before our eyes. The entire leg just ballooned with thick, shredded muscle. He looked like his lower half had taken up bodybuilding. Nick jumped up from his chair with newly powerful muscle.

“What the hell,” he shouted at the TV. “I look like a fuckin’ freak!” Nick turned, and I caught a glance of his profile. The torso of a college swimmer, the lower body of a competitive powerlifter. His ass had gone from just above average to a fat pair of muscle globes that demanded attention. The black shorts looked painted on. I could see his dick outlined, looking small against the muscle, but pressed tightly into the fabric.

“Dude, don’t make it mad,” Will insisted.

“What?” Nick demanded.

“I dunno man,” Will replied. “It’s a magic video game that can change reality and make our kitchen into a warp zone, why you trying to piss it off?”

The thought hit Nick like a train. “Shit man, that’s smart,” he said, sitting down in his chair, tentatively adjusting his posture to accommodate the absurd ass he’d acquired.

“ROUND FIVE!” bellowed the game.

“How many rounds are there?” Nick asked. “Cause it’s like five of us, two each… so that’s twelve rounds?”

“Yeah man,” I said.

“NEVER HAVE I EVER KISSED A BRO,” the game announced. “DRINK IF YOU HAVE KISSED A BRO!”

Slowly, Will and Nick took a long sip of their drinks.

“Boys?” I said.

“It was for a bet,” said Nick.

“We were really drunk,” Will said at the same time.

“Uh huh,” Peter said, enjoying his revenge for the lap dance comments. “Sure you were guys.”

“Wait… that means this game is gonna make…”
 “SPIN THE BOTTLE!” the game startled us. On screen, a bottle rotated between PETER, KYLE and GREG.

“KYLE AND GREG, YOU GET TO KISS A BRO FOR THE FIRST TIME!” the game cheered. “CONGRATULATIONS!”

I looked toward Greg, beside me on the couch. My eyes trailed up his swimmers body, on full display. I locked eyes with him, suddenly seeing the same quiet desperation in his eyes that I was feeling in my stomach.

Greg licked his lifts softly, and I mirrored the movement.

“Dude, I think they’re gonna do it,” Nick laughed, leaning forward on his giant ass to get a better viewpoint.

I leaned in close enough to smell the chlorine from Greg’s hair, then tiled my head and softly made contact with his lips. I gently kissed his soft lips, first tentatively, then firmly.

“Bro, this game does not fuck around,” Peter laughed too.

I wasn’t listening. I was too busy making out passionately with Greg. Our tongues clashed while our hands explored the others body. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of his sweat mixed with the pervasive smell of a swimming pool. After a few minutes, I tapered off, having fully enjoyed exploring Greg’s body.

“So… I guess that’s a thing now,” Greg said softly.

“Yeah…” I said. “How long were we… kissing for?” I asked.

“We had time to get snacks,” Nick said. He was holding a bag of chips and I noticed all our beers had been refilled. “Apparently the kitchen is still a kitchen, but only if you go to get a refill. And when you try to walk out the back door, you end up coming in the front door,” Nick explained. “Oh, and we unplugged the TV and this is still going.”

“ROUND SIX!” the TV boomed. “NEVER HAVE I EVER SMOKED A JOINT! DRINK IF YOU HAVE SMOKED A JOINT!”

I reached down for my beer and took a long draught. Around the room, I saw Nick, Greg and Peter take their own sips. We glanced at Will.

“Look, I thought I’d get around to it eventually man, but I don’t need to be any dumber,” Will smiled.

“ONE NON-DRINKER!” the TV shouted at us. “CONGRATS WILL, YOU GET TO SMOKE A JOINT FOR THE FIRST TIME!” A lit joint materialized in Will’s hand.

Will took a deep pull from the joint, holding briefly, and exhaling a steady stream of smoke.

“This is not how I expected my Thursday to go,” he joked.

“You look like an expert at that,” Peter said.

“Yeah, I’m not driving this,” Will let us know. “I’m just kinda… along for the ride,” he said exhaling another cloud.

We watched Will work on the joint for a few minutes. I’m sure we were all in shock, trying to figure some way out of the situation. Grateful for a break. I mean, I guess Greg and I had already given the other guys a break already.

Speaking of which, I leaned over and met Greg’s lips. We spent a short minute making out. When I drew back, Nick was giving us a look.
 “What?” I said. “I like the way he tastes. And you look like we stacked Phelps on Arnold, so don’t give me shit for the changes this game is making.”

“Hard to argue,” Nick muttered at Peter. I glanced over at Will and noticed the joint was almost burning his fingers. He stubbed it out on the coffee table and leaned back, enjoying the high that was starting to lift him away from us.

“WILL IS NOW PERMA-HIGH!” the TV startled us.

“Dude, this is….” Will said.

“ROUND SEVEN! NEVER HAVE I EVER JERKED OFF WITH ANOTHER DUDE! DRINK IF YOU HAVE JERKED OFF WITH ANOTHER DUDE!” the TV echoed through the living room.

“LOL, NOPE,” Will laughed loudly.

Nick hesitantly took a long sip of his beer. “It was one time,” he spat. “Okay, maybe three or four times. Fuck, I’m no good at math,” he took another long drink.

“FOUR NON-DRINKERS!” the game bellowed. “FOR THIS MINI-GAME, USE YOUR PHONES TO WIN THE RACE!”

It was probably exactly the same game as the Swim Meet, except it had race cars this time. I tapped furiously, then remembered what had happened to Greg when he won the Swim game. I didn’t want to end up jerking off to some other dude. That shit was gay. I managed to end up in the middle of the pack again.

But Peter won the game.

“CONGRATULATIONS PETER,” boomed the TV. “YOU CAN JERK OFF WITH ANY DUDE YOU WANT!”

“Like… anytime?” Nick asked.

“Like… Hey Nick, wanna jerk off?” Peter asked, unzipping his jeans before Nick had a chance to answer. It didn’t take Nick long to catch up, his tight black shorts shoved violently down his muscular legs and his average dick in his hand.

“Yeah man,” Nick nodded, now totally into the experience. Peter and Nick almost seemed to ignore the rest of us, intent on busting a nut. Will had grabbed a bowl of chips and was chowing down, vaguely focussed on Nick’s eager cock.

Greg and I just shrugged at each other and locked eyes again. Sometime later, I broke the kiss as I heard Peter moaning in bliss, and then a moment later Nick gave a grunt of satisfaction. Both of them took off to wash their hands, leaving Greg, Will and I to laugh at the embarrassed expression Nick wore on his face.

“How many more of these rounds are there?” Nick asked, coming into the room. Cause we’ve done seven, so that means there’s how many left?”

“ROUND EIGHT!” roared the TV. “NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN TO THE GYM! DRINK IF YOU HAVE BEEN TO THE GYM!”

“Oh fuck you guys,” Nick practically yelled at us as we all took a drink. “You all know I’m more about sports.”

“With those legs, yeah,” I laughed at Nick’s disproportionate lower body. I glanced down at my gym-goer body, glad that whatever changes this game was taking out on us, it was leaving me physically intact. Other than a fondness for kissing Greg and a bit less booklearning, I was completely normal. Hell, compared to Nick, I was totally normal.

“NICK! YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO THE GYM. TIME TO CATCH UP!”

On the TV screen, we saw an outline of a man doing a bench press. Overtop of the animation, there was a number labelled “TOTAL REPS”, and it was rapidly cycling up. It was into the thousands in only seconds.

We glanced at Nick and saw his chest rapidly puffing up under his red tank, years of hard labour adding itself to his frame in less than twenty seconds.

The animation shifted to another exercise, this time a pull-up. The reps started counting again as Nick’s back expanded into a more powerful mass than his swimming had given him alone.

The process continued, first triceps, then biceps, then abs. His entire upper body grew thick and defined, a sharp contrast to his bulky muscles on his lower half. Soon the tank top was as stretched and distended as his black shorts.

“Damn,” Nick said, flexing his new muscle. “This is fuckin’ awesome guys. But I’m never gonna be able to find clothes that fit me!” he laughed. I guess it was a pretty sweet turn for him.

“KYLE! YOU SUBMITTED THE QUESTION AND YOU DRANK! YOU LIED ABOUT NEVER BEING AT THE GYM!” the TV accused me.

I tried to think about what I’d written. Yeah, I guess I said I’d never been to the gym, but that was just to razz Nick. I didn’t really mean that I had never been to the gym.

“KYLE! YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO THE GYM. TIME TO SLIM DOWN!” the TV ordered.

On screen, the same animations appeared, but this time they started with thousands of reps and counted towards zero. It took less than a minute before my body was clearly unfamiliar with a gym. My muscle was weak and untrained. I was thin. My clothes tightened up into skinny jeans and a very tight t-shirt. The shirt color shifted from from black to a bright pink. I felt like my whole wardrobe was probably shiting, because I could remember spending all that gym time on fashion blogs now.

“Bro,” Will laughed, “You are such a fuckin’ twink!”

“A what?” I said.

“I think you look pretty cute,” Greg said, moving towards me. And before I could get anymore upset, I found myself overwhelmed by his scent again. I didn’t snap out of it until the TV shouted at us.

“ROUND NINE! NEVER HAVE I EVER SUCKED A DICK! DRINK IF YOU’VE SUCKED A DICK!”

“You ever suck a dick,” I murmured to Greg, not wanting to stop our makeout session.

“Nope,” he said.

“Good,” I moaned, continuing my enjoyment of his body.

Behind us, I heard Nick take a sip of his beer, and mutter “What, it was a dare,” to Peter.

“CHECK YOUR PHONES,” said the TV. “EACH OF YOU WILL PICK YOUR FATE!”

I glanced at my phone. There were three doors displayed on the screen. Greg had three on his phone too, and I assume Will and Peter had the same.

Greg tapped a door. His phone lit up with red text: “Too bad!” it said, “You won’t be sucking cock today!”

Beside me, I saw Will tap a door and breathe a sigh of relief. Peter made a similar performance.

Me, I tapped the middle door and was greeted with green text. “CONGRATULATIONS!” the TV boomed. “KYLE GETS TO SUCK A DICK FOR THE FIRST TIME!”

I leaned in to kiss Greg again, but I found my hands and lips moving lower on his body. Kissing down his smooth chest and running my hands over his abs. Like any swimmer, he has a small layer of fat, but I liked the way it felt against my hands.

Then I was on my knees in front of him on the couch. I pulled his speedo down just enough to free his cock and balls, engulfing the head of his dick with my eager mouth. I intuitively understood what I needed to do, licking up and down the shaft, sucking on his balls, guarding my teeth as I let the whole thing down my throat. I loved every moment of it. It was like kissing a dude, but so much more intimate.

After a minute or two of pleasure for both of us, I felt Greg’s dick start to jerk, releasing warm cum down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, desperate to take him cum. After I moved his speedo back into position, I moved back up towards his mouth, continuing our makeout session.

“Greg, I think you got a new girlfriend,” Nick teased.

“You gotta try this sometime,” Greg replied simply. “Kyle is a seriously good cocksucker.”

“Dude, twinks always are,” Will laughed.

“What?” Greg asked.

“Huh?” Will giggled. “Sorry man, what were you saying?”

“ROUND TEN!” the TV bellowed at us. “NEVER HAVE I EVER TAKEN STEROIDS! DRINK IF YOU’VE TAKEN STEROIDS!”

One look at me would tell you that I’d never taken steroids. This version of my body had never even developed the want to enter a gym, nothing would have possessed me to take steroids. But Greg and Nick both leaned in and grabbed a sip.

“The coach makes us take them,” they both said simultaneously.

“Uh huh,” I said.

“Take what?” Will asked.

“RANDOM SELECTION!” the TV told us. WILL, PETER, and KYLE appeared on the screen, with each one highlighting red in turn. The flickering words went faster and faster until my name was solidly highlighted in red.

“YOU LOSE KYLE,” said the TV. “WILL AND PETER, IT’S TIME TO EXPERIENCE STEROIDS!”

“Wait, what dude?” Will asked.

“Fuck, we’re gonna turn into steroid freaks you dumbass,” Peter shouted at him.

I locked my eyes on Peter. His neck broadened and his muscles grew. I could see his clothes squeezing his body tighter and tighter, until his blue jeans suddenly changed themselves out for a pair of sweats that left little to the imagination. His t-shirt barely contained his hanging arms. Beside me, I could feel Will going through a similar transformation.

“Bro, I feel weird,” Pete said, trying to comprehend his new body. His steroid use combined with an affection for the gym led Pete to stretch beyond reasonable dimensions.

“Yeah,” Will agreed. “Fuck, I think I ripped my shirt. He struggled to get his arms over his head, so I did him a favour and pulled it off. Then I leaned in and gave him a big kiss, feeling down his bloated body. His jeans had disappeared, leaving him in only an overstretched pair of camo tights.

Peter, the oversized acne-inflamed gorilla pawed at his sweats. “Hey Greg, wanna jerk off?” he said. Moments later Greg has whipped down his speedo to show off his swimmers build, and both men were pumping away at their dicks.

I didn’t mind. I was busy making out with the idiotic hunk of muscle where my buddy Will used to be. I loved the way he just went with whatever I guided him to. While he rubbed my narrow shoulders, I peeled down his tights and took his smaller dick into my mouth. It didn’t take long before I could him humming inside my mouth.

Meanwhile Nick was watching the TV where a ‘YOU ALL WIN!’ graphic was spinning. He played idly on his phone, watching the muscle bro and swimmer jerking off, while my twinky mouth went down on Will. He tapped the screen.

“BONUS MODE ACTIVATED!” bellowed the TV. “TWO ADDITIONAL ROUNDS UNLOCKED, BASED ON YOUR THEME! ROUND ELEVEN!”

I eased myself off Will’s cock. “Dude, why’d you stop,” he said with a confused look on his face.

“NEVER HAVE I EVER FUCKED A GUY! DRINK IF YOU’VE EVER FUCKED A GUY!” the TV boomed.

My heart sunk. This game was way over the line. Sure, I love sucking a thick cock, but making me actually gay? No way did I want that.

But I couldn’t drink my beer, because I’ve never fucked a guy. I almost wished I had, because I felt like I knew exactly what would happen next. All around the room, our cups sat untouched, for once since this whole thing began.

“AMAZING!” the TV shouted at us. “EVERYONE GETS TO EXPERIENCE THIS FOR THE FIRST TIME!”

I looked around at my friends. I saw hardening cocks all around, and I knew I was in a similar situation.

“Oh my god,” Nick burst out. “I need someone to fuck me now!”

“I gotcha buddy,” Will said. The mellow steroid fiend moved over to Nick’s chair, sliding him down until he could reach Nick’s ass. Moments after that, Nick’s shorts were a memory and Will was pumping his little dick into Nick’s globes of muscle again and again.

“Oh,” I said. I could feel it inside of me. A sudden need. An emptiness that needed to be filled. “I need a cock!” I yelped. I just knew.

“I gotcha buddy,” Greg smiled. I planted my elbows on the couch and presented him with my tender ass. Within a few moments he was tearing me apart with that swimmer’s muscle. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. Not even when I was kissing dudes. Not even when I was sucking on a cock.

And that doesn’t even begin to explain how I felt when Greg came inside me.

I was right on the edge, but I managed to hold it together when I heard Pete from behind me. “Fuck,” he said. “I think I need to take a dick too!” He saw my leaking cock and headed right over, moving his hips sexually in a lap dance that ended up with his ass enveloping my aching rod. He used all that muscle to push himself up and down my pole until I burst. I didn’t take too long, but neither did he.

The TV pulled me out of the afterglow with an announcement.

“ROUND TWELVE!” it boomed. “NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN A SLUT! DRINK IF YOU’VE BEEN A SLUT!”

We all looked at each other and drank deep, laughing the whole time.

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As you might have guessed, there were some adaptations we had to make in our lives.

Pete truly embraced his role as a muscle bottom. Anytime, day or night, you could knock on his door and he’d dance on your cock. I loved to make out with that handsome face too, and sometimes I’d give him a special reward and suck his horsecock til I drank him all down. Everybody likes to stop by Pete’s room.

Nick and Will have gotten together. A roid monster and a gym freak make for a great pair, and Nick was thrilled to bounce his giant rear up and down Will’s small cock. He loved it even more if their webcam was on, and there were a few dozen people watching and donating. I never asked how Will felt about it, because Will was basically chill with anything. The dude seriously never sobered up.

And lastly, there’s Greg and me. Neither one of us is a beast like the other three, but his swimmers build easily turns me on, and my tight little ass draws him in like nothing else. Oh, I’m not saying I don’t let Will have a turn at it every so often, but Greg is definitely my boyfriend. We spend hours every day making out, and if I’m really lucky, he’ll flop that thick dick out of whatever speedo he wore that day. Whatever hole he’s in the mood for, I’m game.

Pete was right. This game was a good distraction.

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