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🕑 Added 2023-12-26 17:00:06 +0000 UTCBrandon didn’t see the symbols on the underside of the bow. More specifically, he saw them; he just didn’t pay any attention. That wasn’t out of the ordinary for the impulsive jock, much like the prank he was about to pull. When he’d asked the woman at the store to wrap the empty box for him, he didn’t know that she’d overheard his plan, or that she’d decided to enact one of her own.
To Brandon, it seemed both reasonable and hilarious to walk around the Christmas party with his admittedly sizable cock stuck in the box. The idea was that he’d hold the package in front of his waist, and when he found a girl he wanted to flirt with, he’d tell her there was a present inside.
The fact that this was neither original nor funny never occurred to the handsome blonde, who was known more for his body than his brains anyway. Brandon was no stranger to sending an unsolicited dick pic, so the idea of flashing his thick, seven inch hose to random people at the party would never have struck him as being inappropriate. The athletic, lantern-jawed young hunk had no qualms when it came to showing off his tanned, chiseled frame, and the thought that people might not be interested in seeing it was an entirely foreign one.
When the woman at the store had finished wrapping the box and removable lid in bright red paper, accented by green ribbon and a golden bow, Brandon just grinned and tipped her, oblivious to the drastic turn his plan would take. As far as he knew, when he got back to his apartment and tested the mechanics on his roommate, Adam, he’d just be cementing the strategy, not embarking on an unanticipated adventure.
And, in his mind, he actually would be giving his friend a gift. Adam was openly gay, and Brandon knew the wiry, dark-skinned man had a thing for him. While his jock buddies always gave him a hard time about it, the laidback blonde didn’t mind. He actually enjoyed the attention whenever he strutted around the apartment in nothing but a low-hanging towel or a pair of boxer briefs. He’d also let Adam blow him on a few drunken occasions, and though he’d never admit it, Brandon was curious about what it would be like to take things a step farther. Though not sculpted and brawny like himself, Adam’s tight, chocolate frame was covered in lean definition, with a plump, perky rear and a face that, when his defenses were drunkenly lowered, Brandon had to admit was cute. His roommate wasn’t like any of the other guys he knew, and that novelty was a turn on by itself for the ever-horny jock. Though considering that there was never a lack of interested women, Brandon never had a reason to delve too deeply into his curiosity.
He hurried into his room when he was back at the apartment, not wanting Adam to see the box before he was ready. He cut a hole in the back side, being careful not to disturb the wrapping, and arranged a bed of red and green tissue paper at the bottom. Just to be sure, he slipped into the festive holiday sweater that showed off his broad shoulders, prominent pecs, and thick arms, as well as the fitted khakis he’d be wearing later. He gave himself a quick going-over in the mirror, making sure his short blonde hair was styled as it should be and practicing his disarmingly charming smile before fishing out his thick hose and slipping it into the box.
Brandon couldn’t hold back a triumphant grin. With the box held in front of him, there was nothing to give away what lurked inside. The box was even big enough that he didn’t look awkward holding it in such a strategic position. All that left was to put it to the test. He walked down the hall to Adam’s room, forcing himself to stop smiling when he looked inside and saw his friend sitting at his desk.
“Hey man,” Brandon said, giving a quick knock on the doorframe. Adam spun in his chair, raising an eyebrow behind his thin glasses as he looked at his friend. The jeans and t-shirt he wore were bland by comparison.
“You look like a Target ad,” Adam laughed, motioning to Brandon’s festive getup.
The blonde jock flexed his chiseled pecs, his plump lips twisting in a smug grin. “Are you saying I could be a model?”
“You’ve certainly got the brains for it,” Adam said, before correcting himself. “Sorry, I shouldn’t insult models like that.”
Brandon shook his head, exchanging his smile for an exaggerated pout. “Dude, here I am coming to give you a Christmas gift, and this is the kinda attitude I get?”
“What?” The lean man looked surprised as he hopped up from the chair. “Since when do we get each other presents?” He was clearly dubious, but his friend had caught him off guard enough that his normal suspicions didn’t have a chance to surface.
Brandon shrugged his broad shoulders, looking as innocent as possible. “It’s nothing special…just something I thought you’d like,” he said, gripping the box as Adam started to lift the lid.
The smaller man had barely cracked the top when he saw the fat, pink organ waiting inside. “Oh come onNNNOOOWWWWW!” There was a loud crack, and a sharp, electric jolt, like a static shock that had been magnified. Adam jerked his hand away at the same time that Brandon yelped and scampered backward, looking just as shocked. “What the fuck was that?!” Adam spat, shaking his tingling hand. “That hurt!”
“Yeah, I know,” Brandon cried, slipping the box off his stinging organ. “What was that? Static? Never been shocked on my dick before,” he grumbled, his hands hovering just above his exposed rod.
“Speaking of,” Adam said, nodding towards Brandon’s rigid cock. “Why are you sticking your dick in a box in the first place?”
“It was supposed to be a joke,” Brandon said, a deepening shade of red creeping up his cheeks as he realized he was standing with his rock-hard cock still on display. Aching and solid as the eight inch club was, he couldn’t do anything to try and put himself away in his tight pants. “I was gonna do that to girls at the party later…”
“You were what?! Dude! Not cool,” Adam said, trying not to stare at the throbbing girder. He did his best to respect Brandon’s boundaries, which were loose at best, and this didn’t feel like a situation where the other man wanted to mess around. “How do you actually get girls when you act like that?”
“I mean…it’s kinda obvious, isn’t it?” Brandon nodded down at his thick pole and lifted the bottom of his sweater to show off his ripped abs.
Adam just sighed and rolled his eyes. “So your plan was to walk around the party like that? The hell kinda Christmas party are you going to?”
“Uh, no, not like this exactly,” Brandon said, a fresh layer of red lighting up his face when he instinctively grabbed his exposed member. He let go immediately, but a part of him was beginning to wonder why he was still standing on display in front of the other man. He knew he should go back to his room, but there was a growing desire to keep looking at his friend.
Adam grinned, sensing the brawny blonde’s confusion. “Guess it’s better that you sorted it all out here, then,” he laughed. “Wouldn’t want to accidentally pop all over someone at the…”
“OOOoouUUhhhHHH!” Brandon’s cracking wail interrupted Adam, his untouched cock suddenly erupting. The stunned adonis spasmed and jerked, his eyes wide as he launched stand after ropy strand squarely onto his friend’s shirt.
“Jesus! What the hell, man?!” Adam gave a shocked laugh as he looked down at his cum-soaked t-shirt, then back up at the gasping jock. “Where did that even come from? Did you take more of those gas station boner pills again?”
“No! Seriously man, I don’t know what just…” Brandon trailed off, his chest heaving. “You were talking, and as soon as you said ‘pop all over’ it just happened…”
Adam froze. He’d been imagining his friend exploding when he’d said it, and he’d felt a strange tingle just before it happened, but he told himself that didn’t mean he had anything to do with it. It wasn’t possible. “So? It’s not like me telling you to cum would…”
“GGGNNNNNHHH!” Without warning, Brandon tensed and erupted all over again, launching an equally potent eruption to join with the first on Adam’s shirt.
“Fuck! Would you please point that thing somewhere else,” Adam said, his heart racing. He’d imagined another eruption, and he’d felt another tingle, and then it happened again.
“What…what is this…” Brandon gasped. “Are you doing this?!”
“Me?! How the fuck would I be doing this?” Adam raised his hands and took a step back, shaking his head.
“I don’t know, man, but twice now when you’ve said…that…it happened.” Brandon was horrified, but at the same time, the unanticipated explosions felt fantastic.
“Okay…okay…let’s just take a second and think about this,” Adam said, taking a step to the side. “I’m not going to say anything, but let’s see if…”
“FFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK,” Brandon roared, his cock exploding for a third time.
“Oh…oh shit…” Adam gasped. He hadn’t said the words, but he’d been picturing Brandon orgasming again, and it happened. He tried to ignore his own cock throbbing at what he’d witnessed, the sight of the muscled blonde’s helpless spasming nearly pushing himself over the edge.
“What? ‘Oh shit’ what?” Brandon gasped, giving his friend a pleading look.
“I…I think you’re right,” Adam stammered. “I don’t know how…I swear, I didn’t do anything…but I think I’m making you…”
“OOooHHUUUNNNhhhh!” Brandon writhed and sprayed a fourth time, swaying on his feet.
“Fuck! Sorry! That one wasn’t intentional! I didn’t mean to…” Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. “What is going on,” he finally said, his voice measured.
“You…tell me…” Brandon said with a drunken laugh. He looked down at the growing puddles of cum on the floor, his face a mask of shock. He was mortified, but at the same time, the idea of helplessly spraying in front of his friend was.a surprising turn on.
“I mean it, dude. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on any more than you do. Let’s retrace our steps. What just happened? You came in here with that box and then…” Adam broke off in a gasp, his eyes wide. “Wait…you don’t think…”
“Don’t think what,” Brandon asked, his head slowly clearing.
“The shock when I opened the lid. Where did you get that box, again?”
“From the craft store at the mall. What? It’s just a cardboard box that the lady gift wrapped for me,” Brandon said, relieved for the first time in his life that his lengthy cock was going soft. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Think about it,” Adam said, tugging on his cum-drenched shirt. “I know this is going to sound nuts, but look at what you actually did. Prank or not, you literally came in here and said you were giving me your dick as a gift, and now this is happening.”
“What?! No. No way,” Brandon said. “That’s not even possibbbbuuuuhhhhnnn…!” He broke off in a grunt, his cock rocketing back to life and spraying again. “Du…dude! Come on…”
“Sorry, sorry,” Adam laughed. “I just needed to know.”
“This is…a lot,” Brandon panted. His body was awash in endorphins from the multiple releases, and though he’d just protested, he didn’t actually want Adam to stop. “So what do we do nooowwww…” he yelped when his twitching cock abruptly went limp, leaving a damp spot on his pants when it thudded against his thigh. “Hey!”
“Whoa,” Adam gasped, a surprised look in his eyes. “I didn’t know if that would work or not. What about…”
“Heeeyyyyooo,” Brandon whistled when his cock surged back to its full length. It didn’t explode this time, but that didn’t stop a throb from shooting through him.
The wiry man couldn’t stop smiling. “Looks like this is going to be a fun present after all.”
“Dude…do not get any ideas. I mean it,” Brandon warned. “We have to figure out how to fix thiiiiieeeee!” The blonde hunk let out a shriek when his cock spasmed and began receding. All he could do was watch when, in a matter of moments, the formerly hulking organ dwindled and disappeared into his open fly. In a panic, Brandon tore his pants open and shoved them down along with his boxer briefs, his red face going pale at the tiny nub and petite balls that were barely visible in his blonde bush.
“Wooowwwwww,” Adam said, his eyes wide. The sight of the hung jock, still clad in his Christmas sweater with nothing but an acorn nub between his muscled thighs, was hotter than he’d imagined.
“Hey! Adam…bro…come on…you, you can’t leave me like this,” the former stud pleaded.
“It’s a cute look,” Adam said, walking over to his panicked friend. “The old guy was big, but this is more…unique…” he grinned, reaching down to easily swallow Brandon’s diminished equipment in one hand.
As much as he knew he should want to pull away, Brandon gasped and leaned into Adam’s grip. He pumped his hips as a reflex, grinding his reduced package against his friend’s soft palm. “Oh…oh fuck…” he whimpered, wrapping his muscled arms around Adam’s tight waist. The other man’s presence was increasingly overwhelming, making it clear that his influence went far deeper than the blonde jock’s malleable rod. All of the feelings Brandon never followed up on suddenly surged to the surface as he dropped his head to Adam’s shoulder, his hands sliding down to grip his friend’s plump bottom. “Shit, dude, this is…this is a lot…” he whined, kneading Adam’s cheeks while he pumped his hips.
“It’s kinda the opposite,” Adam laughed, giving the tiny package a squeeze. He nuzzled against Brandon’s head on his shoulder, kissing the blonde’s ear as the other man started fumbling with his fly. He couldn’t help but smile when his own six-inch rod sprung free, the formerly smaller organ now looking massive against Brandon’s non-existent nub. “Never did that before,” he purred into his friend’s ear as the overwhelmed jock started tugging.
“Always…wanted to…” Brandon gasped, surprised by how much he enjoyed the feeling of Adam’s warm, solid cock in his hand. “Never…never knew how to say it…”
“Guess we don’t need to worry about that anymore, do we?” Adam lifted Brandon’s head from his shoulder and gave the blushing hunk a quick peck on the lips. “And I guess I still technically owe you a present.”
“HHHHOOOOOO!” Brandon went up on his toes when Adam dropped to his knees and swallowed the entirety of his diminished package. The sensation of having his balls and the entire length of his cock worked at the same time was electric. He flexed his granite cheeks against his friend’s clutching hands, his own fingers dancing through Adam’s thick, soft hair. When they'd done this before Brandon had always felt like he was the one in control, but now he was anything but, and he’d never been more turned on. He felt like he could blow at any second, and after a few moments of teetering on the edge he realized Adam was holding him back.
“You ready for your real present,” Adam finally asked, giving the oozing nub a final lick. He climbed to his feet and peeled out of his sticky shirt, kicking his discarded pants and briefs free at the same time. Brandon just nodded in a daze and let the smaller man push him down on the bed, his little nub throbbing when Adam climbed on top and straddled his lap. “I always thought we’d get here eventually,” Adam said, slipping his hands up under Brandon’s sweater to grope the sculpted muscle underneath. “Never figured it’d be like this, though.”
The blonde’s eyes went wide when another wave of tingling erupted at his cock. He couldn’t see the size change, but he’d clearly grown as Adam reached back and moved the enlarged rod into position. “Oh…oh fuck yeah…” he moaned when he slipped inside, his hands gripping Adam’s toned, supple thighs. The man on his lap had a faraway look in his eyes as the tingling continued, a drunken grin breaking out on his face when it finally stopped.
“Juuuuuust right,” Adam groaned as he started rolling his hips. He worked Brandon’s sweater up to get a look at the other man’s flexing torso as he writhed on the tensed washboard and kneaded his friend’s prominent pecs. The blonde’s all-American face was a mask of ecstasy as he pumped in time, his release held back until Adam was ready.
By the time the lean man came, spraying a puddle onto Brandon’s chiseled chest, the jock was slack-jawed and practically drooling. Adam braced himself and let his friend go, feeling like he was about to be blasted free by the force of the explosion. The prone hunk let out a doppler-like wail that eventually sputtered out into a wordless grunt before relaxing in a spent heap beneath his smaller, grinning friend.
“Who…whoa…” Brandon gasped, coming to. He’d nearly blacked out from the force of his pent up release and he found himself blinking at Adam, who was nestled against him. “That was…holy shit that was good…” he grinned, planting a long kiss.
“Definitely the best present I ever got,” Adam purred, sending a shudder through his friend when he reached over and stroked the underside of Brandon’s cock.
“Fuck!” Brandon’s eyes went wide when he finally looked away from the other man and saw the impossibly large club resting against his torso. The bulbous head of the limp monster reached to just below his chin, and it was nearly as thick around as Adam’s leg, with a set of mammoth balls underneath. “Is…is that my…” he trailed off in a groan when Adam reached over and pulled the sweater down over his colossal new organ and began writhing against it. “GGGnnnoooh fuck,” he gasped, instinctively pressing the other man close against him. Their lips met again, and when Brandon finally came up for air he had a dazed smile on his face. “I think…I think I’m gonna skip the party.”
