FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A True Bond of Friends

"Ah yes, your reservation was paid in full with all details set," the receptionist tells me. His eyes sweep over an excel spreadsheet. "Mr Landon-" I nod in confirmation - "and Mr Norton-" my friend Camden now nods. "Very well then, all is set. An attendant will be along in a moment to provide you with all the necessary documentation and legal paperwork, and will show you to your room."

I thank the man, and we walk over to the waiting area and take a seat. Camden raises his eyebrows in a sort of "so far, so good," expression, and glances doubtfully at the selection of magazines available for waiting guests. I myself can't read, being too curious about what to expect for the remainder of the day.

I should explain that we're at a transformation resort. While no doubt inconceivable only half a century ago, in recent years these establishments have popped up everywhere, indulging every kind of taste and desire people can imagine, whether one can really....change...in whatever way you choose to. Personally it's my first time visiting one, and normally it's the sort of place I'd go with my husband, Will. As for Camden, I don't think transformation is normally his thing, and in any case he is also married, so of course his first choice for travel companion would be his husband. But this month it happens that both Will and Camden's husband had work travel, so Camden and I, being close friends, decided to spend the weekend together. Will surprised us by booking some kind of reservation at the closest transformation resort, giving us something fun to look forward to and enjoy in his absence. What exactly he's reserved, though, I have no idea.

We only have to wait a few minutes before an attendant appears, carrying a clipboard with a few forms on it. He asks for our names, and when we confirm and show ID, smiles. "Come with me, please."

We follow him down a hall furnished like your average hotel, then out onto a tiled patio with a selection of garden chairs and tables arranged intermixed with tropical potted plants. "You can explore the grounds more after your session," the attendant informs us, leading us across a lawn towards a scattering of small bungalows. "If you feel up to it anyway; some guests find themselves a bit occupied when the transformation is over."

What this exactly means is left for us to guess, but I can't imagine what's coming is anything too extreme; if it was, Will would not have chosen it. The attendant unlocks one of the bungalows for us, leading us inside. It's surprisingly open inside, all one room really, with a very large and comfortable looking bed in the centre. Near the door is a small round table with three chairs and an ordinary black bottle on it, underneath which seems to be a second copy of the forms.

"You've already passed the necessary checks, so all I really need from you is a final signature," the attendant informs us. "Then I'll leave you to enjoy yourselves - just follow the instructions on the bottle." He gestures at the bottle on the table.

We glance at each other, sign, and he leaves.

I'm shivering a little with anticipation as I pick up the bottle and read: BOND OF FRIENDS: WEREWOLF. My eyes widen. "So he did pick something that's up both our alleys," I say, grinning at Camden. After all, I met both Will and Camden through the furry fandom. I should have known my husband would pick a transformation that would relate to it somehow.

"Sounds sexy," Camden smirks at me. I watch as he takes off his shirt. He's a military guy, and you can tell it from his bulging biceps, or the way his pecs perk out. The sight of him undressing makes my cock stir a little within my briefs, but I continue reading the label on the bottle: To enable transformation, use bottle contents as lube and engage in anal intercourse.

That's all it says, so I read it once again. My friend is grinning. "So all we have to do is fuck? This is easier than I expected." I should mention that in addition to being friends Camden and I are occasional fuck-buddies; he and his husband, and I and will, have enjoyed several foursomes together.

"Seems so," I respond, returning the bottle to the table and beginning to undress. We both take off our boots and socks, off come shorts, till we're down to our underwear. Camden's meaty cock is already making a sizable tent in his briefs. "You feel like topping today?"

He and I are both switches, so our positioning can vary. "Sure thing bro," he agrees. The thought seems to turn him on even more. I reach over and grope his bulge before taking off my own briefs, letting my own leaky cock flop out into the air. The excitement inspired by the scene, the anticipation, the uncertainty of just what we're getting into, has made me feel extremely horny. As Camden steps out of his briefs I reach out and hold his weighty erection in my hand, admiring the raw natural beauty of it. I've always thought Camden had a gorgeous cock, perfectly shaped, and delightfully thick. And now I'm eager to have it shoved up my ass.

First though, we have to get warmed up. Camden seems to be feeling just as horny as I am, as he shoves me against the wall of the bungalow and grinds his meat between my ass cheeks, reminding me that when you get fucked by him, you definitely feel it. He's the thickest man I've ever taken, and you don't forget that kind of fucking. His big hands grip my shoulders in a way that exudes dominance and sensuality.

"Why don't you get that lube," he breathes into my ear.

Grinning, I snatch the bottle off the table and fiddle with the cap. Off it comes. With a glance at Camden, I take his cock in my hand and pour a significant dose of creamy liquid onto his erection.

He gasps a little as the lube touches his skin. "Fuck, man," he mutters, glancing at the bottle in my hand.

I hesitate. "Does it feel bad?"

He shakes his head. "No, just...tingly. But in a good way."

Confidence restored, I grin. "Alright then." As he begins to smear the heavy coating over his entire shaft, I squeeze another palmful into my hand, and begin rubbing it into my ass.

Ohh, he wasn't lying. It does tingle, a lot, in a way very vaguely similar to the feeling one gets when just about to go under anaesthesia. Whatever herbs or oils or chemicals has been put into the concoction must be quite powerful, for as I rub some of it into my asshole, it almost feels like the lube is soaking -into- my skin. But I must be imagining it. I turn around, to notice Camden is watching me with an oddly hungry expression.

"Are you okay?" I ask, still aware of my ass tingling.

"Yeah..." his voice sounds somewhat heavy. "Feeling ultra horny all of a sudden, though."

"Probably it's whatever they put in this stuff," I say, bending over the bed so that my ass cheeks are exposed. Though honestly even I am starting to feel ridiculously turned on.

He doesn't even reply, just steps up quickly, grabbing my shoulders, and pushes his big cock against my ass. "I need in you, now," he almost growls at me. The sudden dominance makes my cock throb. I will myself to relax as his cock spears into me.

We're only seconds into our fuck session before I notice something is off. I've been fucked before, sure, and I know it's not a painless experience, but for some reason now the discomfort one usually feels immediately after being penetrated just isn't there; I can feel him within me, sliding deeper and deeper, but the entire area of my rump seems numbed, somehow. He's gripping my shoulders tightly, apparently caught up in the feeling, as he drives into me. I pant hard as he completely buries his cock within my body.

He holds me - a feeling I really love - for a moment as we both pant, adjusting to our closeness. "You feel tighter than usual today," he murmurs, nuzzling at the side of my head.

"For some reason I can hardly feel you at all," I tell him, wondering about this confusing numbness. "It never really hurt when you entered me, and now..."

I am cut off by a sudden moan from Camden.

"Dude, are you okay?" I glance around, to see a grimace of - something - pain or passion, across his face. He's still hilted out within me, so I half-wonder if I should pull away, but his cock feels tightly lodged within me; what I can feel of it does, anyway. The subtle tingling seems to be spreading from my rump upwards to other parts of me. It must be beginning!

Camden groans again. "The transformation is starting," he mutters lowly, "I can feel it-" a shudder runs through him, causing him to grip my side tighter. I feel a prickling itchy sensation near my rump where our skin comes into contact, and at the same time, his grip on my side seems to change a little...

The full force of his transformation - mine apparently hasn't begun yet? - hits him like a brick wall. One moment he's gasping, overwhelmed by rising sensations, and then his whole body seems to vibrate. "Fuck bro, I'm getting hairier," he tells me, pulling back a little to look down at his own chest. He's still lodged within me, though when he moves I feel an odd tug as if compelled to follow him. His hands feel like they're changing against my body, growing larger, and the nails longer, and I can feel the pressure of his legs against mine, seemingly swelling. I remember the label: WEREWOLF. It seems Camden is about to turn into a werewolf. My cock throbs again.

"You must be turning into a werewolf," I tell him, "like the bottle label said. Dunno why my transformation hasn't started yet, though."

He doesn't answer, so I glance back...and gasp. Hairs are popping out all over Camden's chest and shoulders, even on his face, and his eyes are very wide with a dazed, lost-in-the-feeling expression. Even as I watch, his ears begin to migrate up the side of his head, growing longer by the second, and pointier. His open mouth suggests the beginning of budding fangs. I feel more turned on than ever.

Watching him transform is almost as hot as experiencing it myself will be, I imagine, so I decide at this point to pull away from him and just watch for a moment. He's clearly too caught up in the feeling to talk or hump me, so I try to push him back...but he doesn't budge. If anything, I feel jerked after him, as if his cock is lodged within me somehow. For a moment I'm puzzled, then the answer strikes me as memories of countless furry art commissions I've jerked off to come to mind: his knot. Werewolves have knots, with which to tie with their mates; if Camden's becoming a werewolf, his cock will be growing a knot, and that knot must be currently tied within me.

This explained, I continue to watch as the transformation wracks his body. The hair on his chest is now starting to look more like fur, thicker and darker and so all-enclosing that it's hard to see any of his skin now. He seems to be getting more muscular and bigger too; his height is increasing, his pecs bulge, the fat nipples still obvious even though surrounded by fur; the biceps of his arms bulging outwards as his head seems to grow larger, the skull itself expanding as a muzzle begins to push outwards from his face. His eyes are clamped shut now, whether from pain or pleasure I don't know, and I myself am too fascinated by the shift itself to say anything or try talking to him. It's a bit hard to completely watch considering his cock is still stuck within me....though I can't feel it at all now, to be entirely honest. My ass feels oddly solid, I can't really feel my asshole at all, and when I try clenching down on his cock, nothing happens...my mind can remember the command, but there's no response in my body.

For that matter, I'm starting to feel oddly sensitive. Not just in my groin, where my cock still throbs intensely, but expanding outwards, into my chest and torso. I'm ever conscious of Camden's changing body against mine, feeling his chest swell larger as he grips me against him, feeling his changing paws - I've looked down and saw his big hands, bigger now than before, now bear a wolf's claw at the end of each finger - and feeling his balls, which like everything else seem to be growing, swelling. In fact his balls suddenly feel much bigger, and I can feel their soft fuzz - they're covered a very short, soft layer of fur now apparently - against my legs. For some reason the sensation is appealing, so I press my legs against his sac, enjoying the feeling of contact, and this must be pleasant for Camden as he growls in pleasure.

My friend is leaning over the bed now, pressing me against the covers, and it's at this point I think he remembers, out of the intensity of the transformation, that we're connected, tied, as he suddenly thrusts hard a few times. This, probably because of the tie, doesn't drive him any deeper into me, it just thrusts my body across the bed. The sensation of my chest thrust against the covers is oddly appealing, probably because of the growing sensitivity of my body. I close my eyes as he thrusts, enjoying the friction. It's never felt so good to have my torso itself stimulated; this feeling is almost similar to the feeling of my cock itself grinding against the bed. Camden is still caught up in his shift, for a moment I decide just to enjoy the moment myself, leaving him be to change.

His shift finishes a few minutes later, and he stands up, while I sprawl across the bed, catching my breath as the delightful friction ceases. My entire body is tingling, which somehow feels familiar, though I can't place exactly how. I still can't feel Camden's dick anymore, but after all this would be my first time being knotted, so perhaps I'm just not familiar with it.

"Are you okay, big guy?"

I can hear him panting, hard, and glance back just as he responds. "Yeah....never felt better."

Holy fuck, he's hot.

I've been a fan of werewolf and furry art for years, but nothing compares to this. Pointed wolf's ears top a massive head with golden eyes and a broad black furred muzzle bristling with long sharp fangs. He must be at least ten feet tall; no wonder the bungalow is so big and open inside. All over his arms and torso muscles bulge, the fur shorter on his chest, thicker on shoulders and arms. He raises a big paw to study the claws, then holds up the other one, flexing his fingers. Watching him, I feel ridiculously turned on, which for some reason seems to increase the tingling feeling I was feeling. It seems to spread from my ass and groin upwards, through my torso and chest, up my neck, making me feel just a tiny bit dizzy, something of a rush to the head. But all pleasant. And then, oddly I feel myself start to rise from the bed....

I can hear Camden, who seemingly is still in a bit of a daze, muttering half to me and half to himself, "Fuck I'm so hot," but I can only partly pay attention to him, as I'm trying to explain what's happening to me. After Camden quit thrusting I was just laying on the bed, sprawled across it in a position more or less suitable for him to continue hammering me, but now my body is lifting, first level to the bed, then my upper torso, shoulders, and head rise further, at an angle to the bed. At the same time I find myself stiffening. Can this be the beginning of my own transformation? My body is feeling harder by the moment, not solid, just rigid....

Behind me, I hear Camden gasp. "Holy fuck."

Ignoring the strange tingling stiffness, I ask, "Everything alright dude?"

He's breathing deeply. "Dude just...look down." He swallows, and huffs as if he's feeling very turned on. "I can't believe you didn't notice. I can't believe I didn't notice..."

Huh? I glance down, not down at the bed over while I'm now suspended, but down the contour of my chest...and now I'm the one to gasp.

My legs are gone. I have no legs. They're as gone as if they never existed; I can't even remember feeling them after I pressed them against Camden's balls...the same balls that I now see hanging big and heavy between Camden's massive legs. The same balls that have grown or swollen to the size of...fuck, I can't think of something round big enough to compare to. His balls must each be over two feel in diameter. Was the transformation really supposed to make him so big? The size of his balls is turning me on, making me tingle more, but I can't ignore the reality of my absent legs. And, oh god, my cock is gone too. Where my groin - and my legs - should be is instead just what seems to be a bunched-up patch of black fur, and below that, the giant balls. Camden's balls. My mind computes what this means.

"You're attached to me," Camden says. I can't tell from the tone of his voice if he's horrified, pleased, or just surprised.

"My cock is gone too," I tell him. "And dude just saying but your balls are huge."

At first he doesn't say anything, though when I turn my head I see him reach down to touch me. His extraordinarily sexy wolf muzzle is twisted in a sort of questioning expression, the big wolf ears pricked forward. I feel a claw and paw-pad touch me right between my shoulder blades, then trace downward, along the contour of my back. Oh god, the feeling; I shudder slightly, and my body involuntarily throbs. Camden huffs like he's feeling more aroused. The tingling in my body hasn't stopped, but his touch seems to intensify it, making me wanting him to do it again...and then it clicks for me just what this feels like.

"Yeah, my balls are huge," Camden says, seemingly in awe. "And so is my cock."

We appear to have reached the same conclusion at the same time, but just hearing his voice confirm my suspicions sends another throb through my body. "I'm turning into your cock, aren't I?" I whisper. As we speak, my stiffed body rises up further, till I'm jutting out at a sharp angle from Camden's body. I feel incredibly rigid and erect. My friend, the werewolf, takes a deep shuddering breath, and another throb wracks my bod.

"You are," Camden confirms it. "You're all hard, you're right where my cock should be, and moreover I can feel you."

His words of validation both alarm me and make me feel hornier than ever. "Will didn't say anything about booking a merging transformation," I say. My body feels more and more aroused by the minute. You know that sensation of erectness one feels when really turned on - I feel that through every pore of my body. The arousal goes to my head, dispelling some of my shock. Curious, I touch my sides and chest with my hands, rubbing the skin, and am rewarded with a burst of intensity. Camden moans.

"Maybe he didn't know," he says after a moment. The angle I'm at now hints at the size difference between us, suggesting that if he pulled me right up to his chest, I'd come up to about his chin. "I really want to touch you, though. I can feel it every time you move, and fuck I've never felt so turned on in my life."

"I don't think he would have signed us up for this," I say, as Camden tears his gaze away from me to glance at the table. He turns around, swinging me through the air, and together our eyes fall on the disclaimer forms left with the bottle of lube. We hadn't read them!

Camden seems to make a quick decision. "I really want to play with you," he admits, "but we ought to see what we're getting into." The words play with you sends another throb through me, and I feel a twitching sensation as something begins to work its way up my side. It's as if Camden is already half thinking of me as his cock, rather than just his friend.

I can't deny being curious about our predicament though, so I agree. "Yeah, go ahead and read it," I say, then gasp as he grips my side with a paw, just under one of my arms. The touch is like electricity, and we both shudder. "But don't stop stroking me," I add. I find myself craving his touch. I need it, my body craves it, and so, apparently, does he.

With one hand griping me tightly, Camden crosses the room in two steps. He grabs the paper, which looks tiny in his big hands, and peers at it intently. The increasing stiffness of my body makes it difficult for me to look over my shoulder now, so I try to be patient as he reads. Weirdly, there's almost an appeal to being this...controlled, my body all tight and hard, jutting out upwards from Camden's groin. I suddenly remember how only half an hour ago I was admiring his attractive cock, and realise now I'm starting to look like that very cock. As this thought sends a throb through me, Camden absently begins to stroke my back and sides as he reads, and out of nowhere I feel a slight surge within me, and something wet and sweet bubbles up from my throat.

It's unexpected, and my instinctive desire not to choke makes me gasp and sputter, but the liquid slips from my lips anyway, and I spit it away. The taste is sweet, and not unfamiliar. "I'm starting to pre," I realise, aloud. "Or you are."

Camden has apparently finished reading the document. "Quick summery; the Bond of Friends transformation is a merging shift. One 'friend' becomes the animal chosen; the other one becomes his cock."

At the words becomes his cock another burst of pre appears in my mouth, which I let drop from my mouth to the floor. "Is that all?" I gasp, the sensations seemingly taking control. My pre - or Camden's, really - tastes good in my mouth. I realise now that the thing I felt working its way up my body was a thick vein, which has now stopped at the base of my neck; no doubt it is pumping blood into me from Camden, intensifying my erection - or again, rather,his.

"No, there's more," he says, and his voice sounds a little choked. "If we just transform, and don't...do anything, the transformation will wear off in 24 hours." He pauses, sliding his hand along my side to bring out those sensations we both find addicting now. "...but if we - I - cum, the transformation is permanent." He reaches out to swipe a dollop of pre away from my lips as it bubbles up, brings the finger to his mouth, and tastes it. "I'll remain...well, a werewolf, and you'll be my cock."

It's not necessarily the news I was looking to hear, now in the moment when I'm feeling so incredibly aroused. "I feel so turned on," is all I can say, as his paw works over me. He's preing more and more now, as it keeps coming up from within me, although it doesn't seem to interfere with me breathing - or perhaps I'm not doing that so much anymore.

"It says," he continues, still stroking me, "that if the transformation is permanent, your consciousness will remain where it is. That is to say...you'll be my cock, but we'll be able to communicate mentally. You'll still have your personality and memories..." he seems to be scanning the document again "...but according to this...your priorities will shift, you'll be more concerned with being jerked and with cumming than anything else."

I find that the latter concerns are fast outweighing any others in my head already. "At least stroke me a bit more," I say. "I need it." It's all I really can think of saying at the moment, his careful paw-strokes are too addicting, grating along my burning flesh. As he does so my body is changing a little in shape, becoming more rounded, taking on a more tubular shape...appropriate for a cock.

A cock. Fuck, that's what I could be. Camden leaves the disclaimer, which we really should have read - Will must not have read it all the way through, as this isn't the sort of thing he'd have signed us up for - and turns back to the bed, leads over it, and starts grinding me against it. The sensation is heavenly, that firm grating of my underside against soft fabric and hard mattress...I grip the covers with my hands, which feel somewhat less strong than usual, and stare downward at the bed with glazed eyes, as pre drips or pours from my open mouth. I don't bother trying to close my mouth anymore; the pre comes too often, and it feels much more natural to just let it flow. Camden groans occasionally as he grinds me against the bed, caught up in the feeling again.

But I have to reason, I have to make sure this is what I want. If we keep this up I'll become his cock completely, and it'll probably be very hard not to cum. I already want to cum intensely, and I can tell Camden does too. But if we cum, this will be our life now - he'll be werewolf forever, and I'll eternally be joined to him as his cock. Yes, I won't lose my personality, but still it's a lot to give up - I won't have my own body, I won't be able to see...I won't be able to talk, just spurt pre and cum, I won't be able to move on my own, not other than throbbing or getting erect anyway...wherever Camden does, I'll have to go with him. And Will! What will he say, if he finds out his husband is now their friend's cock? What would Camden's husband say, finding out there'll be a third member of their relationship forever?

Even as I run through these questions, I already feel my resolve weakening. It's very simply really, I need to cum. The kind of need where it feels like if I don't cum, or rather if Camden doesn't cum, I'll die. He needs release, I need to feel the orgasm surging through me. As he grinds me against the bed I find I suddenly want the transformation to speed up, I want to be his cock. As he pulls back for another thrust I moan, "I think I want to go through with it."

He stands up, huffing, and grips me in a paw. I don't seem to be shrinking, so it seems I'm meant to be a very large cock. "What's that, my cock?"

My cock. He's already made his decision. "I want to be your cock," I tell him. "I need to cum." He doesn't say anything, so as I stare forward at the bed, trying to hold back the pre long enough to convey my need to him, I continue, "I know this means....many changes...for us." A throb shakes my body again. My arms are growing weaker, and I'm suddenly inspired to wrap both around my body. Instantly they seem to meld together. "But I do love you...and I'll serve you well as your cock...I want to be a tool of love and pleasure for you."

To my surprise, Camden chuckles, and then his head bends and I feel his wet wolf's tongue slurp across my face. The skin of my face feels sensitive too, but I've not changed enough not to kiss him back, we share a kiss, the best we can when he's a massive werewolf and I'm fast changing into his cock. "Chill, bro," he growls, sounding rather...pleased? Another lick wetly slips across my face. His paw begins to work up my side, which is feeling less and less like a human torso and more and more like a thick shaft. Then my hips begin to swell, and when I look down - as best I can - I see my base begin to swell outward on either side, rapidly bulging into two rounded mounds....

"My knot is growing," Camden says in wonder. He reaches down and squeezes my base, sending a surge of intensity up me that results in a jolt of pre rocketing from my mouth. My arms have melted into my shaft to form two more veins, and now my shoulders begin to round out too as Camden jerks me.

I can't really move my head at all now; my neck is thickening outwards to match the rest of my girth, and my hair is fall falling out as my head prepares to change. Camden is jerking me off hard, desperately craving release. He's not talking much anymore, and I'm not sure I could if I tried - and in any case, we both are too far gone now to go back. We both know what we want, we both know what we need, and the answer is the same in either case - to cum. Whatever comes afterwards, we'll deal with.

Oh fuck and I can feel it, not here yet, but somewhere deep within me, or perhaps within Camden, I can feel his orgasm building. The tingling warnings of its closeness are moving up my body - though now when I say "my body" I mean mostly just my shaft, or his shaft- because that's all I am now, except for my head, and even that is changing now - my skull flattens somewhat, my mouth moving forward not to form a muzzle but to place my new slit at my very tip, as the sides of my head swell outwards to form a fat cockhead not so different from the one Camden sported earlier today, just bigger. It seems that despite the growth of a canine knot, I shall mostly resemble an oversized human cock. The last of my teeth and hair fall out, and I am too much caught up in the passion to mind when my eyes close and then melt away into my new cockhead. Camden strokes me hard and fast.

How to describe an orgasm that really does wrack your entire body....I stiffen up harder than ever, an explosion takes place in my base, Camden's huge balls draw up tight, and then my mind nearly goes blank as pleasure takes control. I feel the unmistakable sensation of something traveling up through me quickly, and then a thick spurt of cum rockets from what was my mouth. Camden howls, then shouts "Fuck YEAH," sounding incredibly happy. The first spasm is followed by another, and throughout it all I feel the greatest pleasure I've ever know, every fibre of me radiating with it, as cum continues to shoot from me. I can't see, but who needs too, when the sensation of Camden's paw gripping me, and the intensity of climax hitting me again and again, is enough? Somewhere within this I feel a powerful sense of gratitude to Will, for giving us this gift, and even more so, an extraordinary burst of love for Camden. Camden has taken me and given me pleasure greater than I ever thought possible, and I want nothing more than to serve as his instrument of lust forever.

This gratitude comes with a twang of confirmation, or rather of acceptance, as I accept and embrace my new role in life. Something clicks, and I know instinctively that from here there is no going back. My previous life is over, this transformation cannot be reversed, and my duty now is to serve Camden well as his cock. I can't wait to get started.

How long the orgasm lasts I can't really say, but it's longer than any I've ever experienced before. It ends with Camden breathing hard, dog-like panting combined with huffs as he tries to catch his breath, and process the intensity of the orgasm he just experienced. I finally seem released from the particularly tight grip of erection, and instead slowly sag to the floor, where my length - all five feet of me - continues to happily drool cum onto the linoleum. An occasional twitch or throb sends another burst of sensation throughout me, but for the moment I'm entirely content just to savour the moment, as the afterglow sets over both of us.

After awhile, Camden straightens up, reaches down to lift my hefty weight, and hauls both of us onto the bed. We both feel exhausted; he slumps back against the pillows, his body really too big for the bed, and lays me against his chest. I continue to ooze the occasional drop onto his fur, but he doesn't seem to mind. "That was the best climax I've had in my life," he mutters eventually. I feel him trace a finger along my loosening side. "Thank you," he continues, the gratitude obvious in his voice. "This will take some getting used to, but I promise I'll take good care of you, to thank you for the gift you've given me. I'll jerk you off every day..."

It all sounds excellent to me though for the moment I just want to rest. Later of course I'll get hard and throbbing again, ready to leak more pre, and encourage Camden to stroke me - and also to lick me, since my size makes it easy for him to get his tongue on me. There'll be plenty of time to play...and to introduce Will and Camden's husband to what's happened.... I convey this as best I can to Camden, via thought.

"I was just thinking," says Camden as we drift off to rest. "Perhaps our two mates might like one of these TF kits for themselves....