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Kerry and John wiped their brows with some of the gym-supplied towels, having just finished their Friday cardio session and laughing as they made their way into the locker room.

“So I was thinking of getting tickets to the baseball game this coming Wednesday," Kerry said as they got to their lockers. “Interested? It's half-price hump day drinks!"

“Um…" John paused, half-undressed, before sighing and slinging off his shorts and boxers as well. “Well, I dunno… Tempting, but I – ah – I'm gonna be occupied then…"

“Ah, really?" Kerry replied, down to nothing but his towel as he grabbed his shampoo and body wash, leading as the two of them headed to the showers. “'Occupied', huh? Ellen's got you busy, I see! Well, that's okay! How busy throughout the week, though? Am I gonna be hitting the gym solo for two, three days?"

The shorter, brown-haired man seemed a little uncomfortable as the two of them each walked up to their regular shower heads, one shower head left empty between them. “Actually… All five, I think."

Kerry's jaw dropped a bit as he turned on his water. “Damn, dude, all five?? Leaving me high and dry! Or wet," he joked at the end, getting his shampoo rubbed in to his messy blond hair. “But seriously, that's not all Ellen, though, is it? I mean, are some of those days work-related? I hope most are! Otherwise I'd guess you're in the doghouse for something, and that would suck. We haven't missed more than two days week working out together in, like, ever."

John was silent at that, the guy not even soaping up as he let his shower wash over him. Kerry stopped mid-rinse, realizing something was definitely wrong. “Wait, did something really go south? I thought you and Ellen were solid!"

John placed one hand on the tiled wall – his closer hand, so he was now turned somewhat away from his taller friend. “Ellen dumped me Tuesday," he said quietly and flatly. “Just said so and grabbed all the stuff of hers strewn around my apartment in less than an hour and left."

“Goddamn, dude…" Kerry really wanted to hug his old college buddy right then and there… They had met sophomore year, and from that semester on, Kerry had always had a bit of a crush on the more-confident John. Seeing him breaking down right before the blonde's eyes was massively unsettling and unexpected, especially since John and Ellen had gotten engaged four months ago. “Was… was there a sudden trigger or something?"

The other man was silent for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. “Nothing I could see… I don't think she would have picked up on… something either."

“On… something," Kerry repeated speculatively. “I thought you were head over heels for her, though."

“I was – I am," was the partially-cracked response. “I – " He stopped there, shaking his head a little bit before finally letting go. “I've been losing money. Not quickly, but constantly… Living just barely outside my means, I guess, even with as much as I make. Made. It wouldn't be as big of a problem if I hadn't been let go last Monday, but I just… It was all out of my control… I never told Ellen I lost my job, and I don't think she knew I was losing money, so I have n-no c-clue why she sudd-ddenly called it all-ll off-ff…"

Kerry crossed the empty buffer shower space between them and hugged around his best friend's shoulders tightly, ignoring the potential awkwardness of their nakedness at the moment. John didn't shy away, jokingly or otherwise, as would have been usual as per any time Kerry got a bit drunk and let his crush show. The blonde didn't over do the hug, though, letting go after a few seconds. He tried to think of something to say, though John beat him to saying something as he continued his confession.

“I'm not really gonna be busy next week… But I think I need to drop my gym membership, and I'm guessing our landlord might be kicking me out soon… He's been harping me about last month's rent, and I'm not going to be able to pay this weekend for this coming month's rent either. So I won't be at this building much longer, much less this gym…"

“So… do you have another job or living arrangement set up yet?"

John shook his head, back still toward Kerry. “No luck on the job, and that's made finding a new apartment impossible…"

“What about asking to crash with someone? I mean, you're literally just two floors up from me here, you wouldn't even have to leave this building."

“I… I wouldn't want to impose, especially if I can't contribute…"

Kerry grabbed his friend's shoulders and turned him around then. “I'm not gonna let you live nowhere, bud. You know I care about you. A lot. You're gonna live with me until you get a new job, got it?"

The look on John's face was that of someone who was lost and maybe seeing hope but thoroughly unconvinced… So Kerry threw years of their status quo out the window and leaned in, hugged his best friend up against him, and kissed him full on the lips. He felt something stir down in his crotch area – and it wasn't his own penis.

John broke the kiss a few moments later, initially looking back up into Kerry's green eyes before shifting his glance downward, somewhat embarrassed. “Uh… well, thanks, then, that sounds… good for now, I guess…"

Kerry was sure that his friend was almost entirely straight. He had heard (and verified) that John had fooled around with another guy once in junior year without getting much from the experience, plus he had been John's wingman for the entire ten years they had known each other, through four of John's relationships… First had been his college sweetheart Kelly, who John had been inseparable with throughout undergrad, but a year of attempting long-distance caused it to fade. Then there were two short-term girlfriends, followed finally by four and half years of Ellen.

Well, romantic or not, I can be his rebound until he finds a better girl, Kerry thought to himself. “Come on, let's go dry off, then go upstairs to my apartment for dinner. We can take stuff from your apartment down to mine tomorrow."

John just nodded and turned off his shower; Kerry went back over to his shower spout and did the same as John toweled off. Kerry definitely noticed his friend sporting a bit of a semi but forced himself to not linger on the thought. It was gone by the time they got back to their lockers to redress anyway.

Kerry kept an arm over John's shoulders as they left the gym on the public first floor of their apartment building, no words exchanged as they called an elevator down. The blonde could sense now, almost to the point of physically feeling pain and sickness, the depths of despair the shorter man had apparently kept welled up over the past two weeks. He squeezed his arm around those shoulders in a half-hug as they rode up to the third floor, trying to “revive" his friend from the walking-dead-like state he had fallen into after revealing his secret troubles.

With a superficially-friendly *ding*, the elevator stopped and opened its doors to the third floor, where Kerry led John down the hall to the taller man's apartment. Kerry was up visiting John's apartment on the fifth floor fairly often, but he hadn't had John over to his place in more than a year… Partially because Kerry's decorating style was very erratic and bright, partially because he was a bit of slob. All that considered, he felt a bit awkward leading his friend over and sitting him down on his oversize yellow couch, quickly grabbing a stray pair of suggestive-print boxers off the back of the couch and a tank top off the floor and running them back to his bedroom. The clothes situation was even messier in there, but at least he could close the door and hide it from the living room.

He came back out to see John just kinda staring forward into nothingness. After a moment or two, though, the other man seemed to realize Kerry was back in the room and looked up, locking eyes for a little bit.

“Uh, can I get you something to drink?" Kerry offered after a moment, heading into the kitchen.

“…Sure, what do you have?"

“Well, let's see in here… Water, milk, OJ, Mike's Hard, Shock Top, pink Moscato, Heineken –"

“The Moscato sounds good now," John answer, hefting himself up from the couch and trudging over to the kitchen as well.

“Oh, you can stay on the couch there if you want to relax! I can get it all for you."

John shrugged. “I guess… but I don't really feel like… like sitting alone right now."

“Aaahhh okay," Kerry said, nodding a bit. “Well, that's cool too! I was just thinking you look a bit tired now, just thought to let you rest while I make something for dinner. What sounds good to you? Pasta? Salad? Maybe some quesedillas?"

John glanced down and to the side, thinking for a moment. “Honestly… I'm not all that hungry right now. But yeah, I guess I am a bit tired… Kinda feel like laying down." He then downed the last of his wine in one or two gulps. “Though some more Moscato sounds good too."

“Oh, uh, okay…" Kerry took John's cup, a little surprised at how quickly it had disappeared, but acquiesced for now and poured his friend another. “So do you wanna take my room for the night? I have to clean it up a bit first, but you can take my bed while I take the couch."

“Oh, I don't care about a little mess right now," the other man said, almost dejectedly but more just exhausted as he started shuffling down the hall to his friend's bedroom. “And… I don't mind sharing if you don't. I mean… I don't really feel like…"

“…like being alone right now?" Kerry offered, started to follow carefully.

John nodded, then chugged the rest of his second cup of wine down. “I mean, if it's alright with you. I know you've always avoided trying to get into my space or whatever so you didn't make me feel weird for the fact you always liked me… But if it wouldn't be too much of a “tease" for you, I think I really could use a little TLC right now, just being close to someone… And your best friend is a damn good option of someone to be close to, I reckon."

At this point, John had already made it to Kerry's bedroom door and had entered, revealing a mess of a bedroom with an unmade bed and clothes everywhere. There was even an assortment of both fresh and worn underwear across the bed, causing Kerry momentary mortification as John simply flopped right down amongst the undergarments… But he seemed almost oblivious to the state of the room, only caring for the fact that it contained a bed, so Kerry shook of his embarrassment at his lack of cleanliness.

“Yeah, it's fine by me, I can definitely understand that," he said as he sat down on the opposite side of the bed before pulling his legs up. He then chuckled a bit as a thought hit him, and he tried lightening the mood with “Besides, every guy needs a friendly man-cuddle every now and then, right?"

He smiled as it successful drew a(n admittedly short and tired) chuckle from John as well, the shorter man leaning over the side of the bed to place his glass on the group before rolling back up and on to his side to face his friend. “Heh sure, “man-cuddle", why not?"

Kerry had been mostly kidding about cuddling, but John was weakly smiling up at him as if acknowledging that, while it wasn't something he would normally ever ask for, he was still a bit vulnerable now and honestly would appreciate a little bit of intimacy… With a slight blush, the blonde slid over and down from his upright sitting position to laying on his side facing his friend, sliding one arm under John's head as support and placing his other hand comfortingly on his friend's upper shoulder.

John just smiled in tired appreciation, closing his eyes and letting his head droop forward a little bit until their foreheads were touching, his own hand lightly reaching forward to rest on Kerry's chest. They stayed like that in silent bonding for several minutes.

Finally, though, John broke the silence. Without even opening his eyes, he asked “So, are the whitey-tighties between my head and the pillow here clean or dirty?" as if it was a perfectly normal, everyday kind of question.

Kerry's face definitely flushed at that as he opened his eyes to take a quick glance at the pair in question and try to remember the status of the assortment of underwear strewn everywhere. “Uhh… That pair… Actually… Er, I think those were worn…" he replied, quieter and quieter with each word.

That earned an honest and outright laugh from the shorter man. “Figures! You're funny, you know. I'm kinda curious to know how a pair of underwear – clean or dirty – winds up on a pillow! I can understand setting fresh pairs out in the morning on the main part of the bed as you're deciding what to wear – I'll admit I've done that every once in a while – but it seems to me like there's a story with underwear coming off and making it to the pillow instead of the hamper!"

Kerry gave his friend a playful slap on the shoulder in an attempt to deflect the question, but he had to smile a little bit. It seemed like, after having the opportunity to unload his worries and then decompress, the confident John was coming back. Their quiet time together seemed to have worked. So, as he debated whether to answer or not, Kerry sat back up in bed.

“Oh, are we done cuddling?" John asked with a slight hint of disappointment, rolling over to his back instead of also sitting up as he looked up at his friend.

Kerry stammered a bit. “Err, I, uh… maybe? Well, you know I certainly don't mind. I took your being silly to mean you got a sufficient dose of the gay, heh. You want to keep cuddling?"

John glanced away, but with a bit of an embarrassed smile. “Well, it was… nice. Lord knows I've needed to get some things off of my chest recently, and haven't had any caring physical contact in a while… If it's with another guy, I don't care. But I'm glad you basically forced to me accept your help with everything that's gone to hell, I don't feel like imploding anymore."

“You're welcome," Kerry said, the taller man smiled and leaned back down on his side, edging up against his friend as he slid an arm beneath John's head again. To his surprise, John half-rolled over to face away this time, letting his back come up against Kerry's chest.

“You want to be my little spoon?" Kerry asked with a smile.

“Shut up," John said, not unkindly as he chuckled a little bit. “Enjoy my desire for fellow male contact while you can, bro!"

“You're running the risk of me enjoying it a little too much," Kerry teased, currently making sure his hips weren't flush against his friend's backside.

“What, risk you getting a boner or something? I've seen you take peeks at me and bone up in the locker room before, Ker, you know I don't give a fuck." He then even teasingly and intentionally pushed his hips against the taller man's crotch, turning his head to try and look at his friends' face. “In fact, I think I'd be a bit offended if you didn't!"

Kerry just shook his head a little bit, chuckling a little bit. His pants and underwear were certainly already starting to feel a little tight. “Well, you're gonna have a hard bulge grinding against your ass for the duration of this spooning, then!" He wiggled his hips a little bit, letting John feel the product of his work. “Geez, gettin' me all worked up. You're lucky I like you! I wouldn't otherwise cuddle with someone hot without the chance to get to really mess around, hehheh…"

The two were silent for moment before John's upper hand found Kerry's and interlocked, the shorter man quietly saying “…I wouldn't leave you with blue balls, Ker…"

“Wait, what?" Kerry half-leaned up, still staying spooned, trying to see John's face. “What do you-?"

“I know how evil it is to get a guy all worked up in person without a release, and… it wouldn't be my first time with a guy, you know that. You're my bro, and I'd always wanted to have some fun with you at some point… Now seems like an excellent time. I mean, maybe it's just a week of not having Ellen talking, but… I really do appreciate you taking me in, and a little bit of intimacy – more than this cuddling, which I honestly like a lot even now – sounds really good…"

Kerry was stunned into silence, but after a moment or two he felt his trapped erection pulse against his friend's clothed ass, making his brain start to whirl as he tried absorbing the situation. “Are – are you sure?"

John turned his head up, nodding. “I'm sure, bud." He then leaned his head up and back as best he could and kissed Kerry on the lips, an arm reached around to the back of the taller man's head.

Out of reflex, Kerry kissed back, but it was just reflex for a moment or two until he relaxed and decided to ask questions later. Admittedly, he could tell it was not a passionate kiss – it was a mix of compassionate and searching-for-compassion. Well, romantic or not, I can be his rebound, Kerry repeated to himself, deciding that maybe getting to act on his age-old crush wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

One of his hands gently rubbed down the smaller man's front, then slid back up, though this time slipping up beneath John's shirt to feel his bare abs and chest… Kerry felt his pulse quicken as past fantasies began playing in his mind.

John broke the kiss with a sigh and a smile, looking over his shoulder at his best friend. “Better?"

“You're absolutely sure about this?" Kerry asked, more for John's than his own trepidation, since by now his own inhibitions were mostly washing away, a smile on his face.

John rolled his hips against Kerry's a little in response. “Absolutely, bud. To be fully honest, I've always wondered if I didn't much enjoy my one time with a guy in college because I barely knew or connected with him… I've never really done hookups with girls either, so maybe being with my best friend might be really fun…" His upper hand gently rubbed the taller man's hip. “You wanna know something?"

“What?" Kerry asked, following the lead as his hand kept exploring all up in John's shirt.

“I've though a few times about… You and Alonso."

“My ex?"

“Yeah. You still talk to him every once in a while, right?"

“Oh yeah, five and a half years together before moved away to go after his Masters' degree. Tried making long distance work, but you know, out of sight, out of mind."

“Right, like with me and Kelly… Anyway, you two had gone on a beach trip or something around the same time my first relationship after Kelly had ended… Definitely admired your Facebook photos from that trip a bit more than I would have otherwise… I was drunk much of that week, but definitely envied what you two had and imagined what it would be like experiencing it with the two of you…"

“…like, a threesome?" Kerry asked, intrigued.

“I mean, I was definitely reaching a bit in terms of hoping for new, ah, interactions at the time… But the thought has crossed my mind occasionally since, too."

“Well then!" the taller man chuckled as his hand slid downward, slipping from under John's shirt to into his shorts waistband. He cupped a feel of his friend's package through his underwear, smiling as he earned a bit of a gasp and an arching back in response. John seemed essentially soft at the moment, but at least beginning to swell, so Kerry wasn't too concerned yet, and leaned his head forward to kiss the side of John's neck, taking pleasure in some of the sounds he was eliciting from his little spoon.

At some point, his hand switched from outside John's underwear to inside as he helped nurse his cut friend to what seemed like half-mast. He then reached up a bit and hooked his thumb around both waistbands, edging the shorter man's shorts and underwear halfway down his upper thighs, exposing his hips to the air. John's bare ass rubbed against his bulge for a moment or so before his hand then went to his own shorts and underwear.

The two of them broke their cuddle momentarily as John's shirt and both sets of shorts and undies came fully off. Kerry found himself panting a bit by now, looking up at his friend who had now rolled on top of him and sat up, who had one leg on both sides – who had started essentially hotdogging his uncut cock with grinding side-to-side rolls of his hips on Kerry's crotch.

“Damn, cowboy, you sure this isn't only your second rodeo?"

“I can learn from the girls I've watched in pornos just as much as I can learn from the guys," John countered, smiling over his shoulder back down on Kerry, giving the taller man an excellent view of the hickey now on his neck.

“You wanna change position?" Kerry asked after another moment or two of having his member massaged (surprisingly well, earning profuse leaking) between his abs and two muscular buttcheeks. “I'm guessing you'd rather –"

“Rather 'be the guy' than 'be the girl'? Nah, actually," John answered matter-of-fact-ly. “The one time I was with I guy before, I was on the receiving end, and while I think all the motion and pain were all factors in not enjoying it so much, I have to admit that the whole 'stimulate-the-prostate' thing really did work on me, in the few short pauses I got to enjoy it… Besides, I can 'be the guy' anytime I get a girl, so I might as well try receiving again while I can… Especially with someone who'd probably be a bit more considerate of my comfort and desires, right bud?"

“Oh, absolutely," Kerry replied immediately, hands holding both sides of his best friend's bare hips. “So… how do you want to do it?"

“Umm…" The confident John paused for the first time in a while, a bit unsure as he though. “I have no experience riding, so… What would you recommend for slow and intimate?"

“Here," the taller man said, sitting up and pulling his legs out from under his friend. “Stay how you are, but go up on your knees a bit, okay? Yeah, like that, and then –" He went up on his own knees, sliding them between John's calves and pushing them apart a little bit as he scooted forward until they were chest-to-back and crotch-to-ass once again, only vertically this time instead of horizontally on their sides.

“Ooo, I think I like this position…" the shorter man cooed as he ran a hand down the taller man's side.

“Hopefully this works well…" Kerry mused, reaching down between them to pump his member a bit and coax even more pre out… His crotch and John's ass were already fairly wet, but if his friend had only bottomed once before and it was years ago, he wanted as much of his natural lube as possible.

John gasped a little as Kerry aimed his member to his best friend's hole, rubbing that uncut head against the essentially unused back door… After a few moments of oozing pre against that entrance, Kerry leaned forward and whispered “This will likely hurt a bit still, but I'll go slow; just relax, okay?"

The shorter man nodded and took a few deep breaths. Kerry reached around to cup his hand over John's crotch, finding his friends to still only be about half-mast at best.

“You doing alright?" he asked.

“Oh, definitely… I mean, I might be a one on the Kinsey scale at best, still view myself as heterosexual, though maybe heteroflexible I guess… Once it's in and rubbing my prostate, I think I'll get fully hard, but right now it's less of a physical attraction than it is an emotional one… Still partially hard, though; there definitely is some physicaaAAHH!"

He yelped as Kerry pushed the tip of his member into John's hole, the shorter man twitching just a bit at the smooth but still somewhat surprise intrusion.

“You okay?" Kerry asked worriedly.

“Ahh – ee – yeeeeah, I think so," John wheezed after a moment. “I totally forgot how it felt first going in… But thank you for not pushing more in right away…. Aaahee…"

Kerry could feel his friend's erection fade with the onset of pain, but kept massaging his friend's junk lightly and holding his hips completely still. “Just let me know if you more and when or if you want me to pull out…"

“Y-you can push more in," John said, “just slooowly, okay?"

“Yeah, okay," Kerry answered, his other hand keeping his member aimed well as he very carefully continued his penetration. Instead of actually using his hips to push forward, he actually used his grip on the shorter man's crotch to very slowly and dexterously ease John's hips backwards. His friend just kept breathing deeply as, slowly but surely, millimeter by millimeter, his ass was made to swallow Kerry's cock.

After a couple of minutes of this, the taller man guessed about two-thirds of his erection was now lodged up his long-time-crush's ass; it was at this point his felt John's own penis suddenly start swelling up once again. “I think I found your prostate…" he cooed into the shorter man's ear, feeling that cut member pass right past half-mast soon enough.

“No kidding," John panted, one hand going to lay on top of Kerry's on top of his crotch, encouraging his friend to start jacking him off slowly, which Kerry obliged right away.

After another minute or so, Kerry felt his sparse pubic hair come fully flush against John's hairy ass, which earned a low moan from the shorter man as well – the two were now skin-to-skin all the way from toes up to shoulders, Kerry leaning his head forward a bit to kiss the side of John's face.

“Well, there you go!"

“There we go… yeah!" the shorter man wheezed happily, taking over jacking himself off while Kerry ran his fingers up and down through the surprisingly neat carpet of John's pubic hair.

“I've always envied your crotch appearance, you know, and not even just because of the junk."

“Yeah, I've never even had to manscape, it just… Ah! looks like that, treasure trail and all…" John had gasped a little as Kelly gave a little shove with his hips, as if trying to get his dick go in further.

“You wanna try picking up the pace a little?" he asked.

“Uhhh sure, maybe not too fast, though?"

“Yeah, sure," Kerry responded, giving John another kiss, this time to the back of his neck. He carefully pulled out maybe an inch, then pushed back in, one hand now on John's shoulder while the other stabilized his friend's crotch with a light grip over that fine carpet. His heart raced at the unabashed moan he got from John with that motion, and did all he could to make he didn't just start pumping like he normally did when he topped.

With no warning or pained grunts coming from his crush, his pace continued to pick up, though after a while he noticed that John's boner started to fade again.

“Too much?" he asked, slowing down to a fully-hilted stop once again.

“Aaahhh…" John paused a moment, trying to read his own body. “Maybe if you – oooOoo…" Kerry had rolled his hips around, not sliding in or out but trying to massage his friend's prostate again, which seemed to have the desired effect of bringing John's erection back. “Oooo… Yeah, maybe I just don't do well with the pumping… Can I just try jacking off with you in me?"

“Absolutely," Kerry answered with a smile. “You want to stay like this, or maybe lay down on top of me while you work your whistle?"

John chuckled a bit. “Yeah, lying down is usually a good position for a good wank."

“Okay, hang on, then…" Kerry wrapped and arm around his friend's chest, his other hand still holding the shorter man's crotch, as he somewhat-clumsily maneuvered the two of them so that he was lying down on his bed as normal and John was simply right on top of him. “How's that?" he asked the man spread on top of him.

“Great," John replied with a happy sigh as he began pumping his member. Every once in a while he rolled his hips down on the taller man's own, which did great at keeping Kerry hard enough for that uncut member to stay rubbing against John's prostate.

As much as he wanted to massage his friend, maybe play with his balls or his nipples, Kerry resisted the urge to do unnecessary motion and simply kept his arm and hand wrapped around their respective areas on John's body, almost constraining the smaller man as the sound of fapping filled Kerry's bedroom.

Even though his member wasn't going in and out of that tight asshole, Kerry still felt as if he was pulling incredibly close to climax almost at the same time as it sounded and felt like John might be nearing his own. Sure enough, less than a minute later, John's pumping started going erratic, his ass tightening around Kerry's cock – and, with a yelp, the shorter man began shooting his load all over his front. Kerry gasped as well, a moment later feeling the pleasure of climax course through his body too.

After both of them finished and sank into afterglow, Kerry noticed that his dick was still rock-hard while lodged up his best friend's ass… After essentially edging for so long, he wasn't sure if he had actually painted John's intestine with his cum or if he had done a dry orgasm, but he didn't care… John's arms flopped down on it his own, exhaustion and satisfaction both clear as the shorter man's head rolled slightly to rest against Kerry's face.

“That… was incredible," John whispered after a while. “Thank you…"

“Thank YOU," Kerry whispered back, kissing the side of John's head. “I can't say I haven't thought about doing something like this, so… yeah, real thing even better than I would have hoped…"

“Awesome…" the shorter man mumbled, cleared tired after the exhilarating romp. “I'm glad… I feel so warm now…"

“Me too…" Kerry agreed, and the two of them lapsed into silence.

The warmth was almost unlike any post-coital glow he had experience before… Some times while Alonso had been similar, but this was…

What was this? The entire front of his body was covered with some of John, but it was more than that… While he felt warm all over and all through him, but there was some extra warmth everywhere his body connected with John's… And the feeling, that extra bit of energy, seemed to be deepening with the passing seconds… Particularly down around his crotch, if almost felt like his friend's velvet insides were melting around and into his dick…

As the warmth started penetrating the side of his face, he began to notice that less of his peripheral vision was being blocked by John's head than it had been before.

It suddenly clicked to him that John was apparently sinking down *into* him; his body was absorbing John's… And neither of them were doing anything about it.

On the contrary, it felt wonderful to Kerry, and to him it almost felt like John was leaning back into him! In the back of his mind, he almost felt like he was feeling John's emotions as well – or was it in the side of his mind, where their heads were merging? Nonetheless, John seemed just as accepting and welcoming of this surprise occasion as Kerry himself was feeling. It felt to Kerry like none of his muscles were responding at the moment, not that he was willing them to though…

He glanced down past his own nose as best he could and noticed there was definitely less of John above his chest than there should have been. The base of John's dick seemed to be swelling slightly, and Kerry had a suspicion based on the sensations that we was feeling that the swelling was his own dick coming through as John's body slowly slid down into his own…

A light cascade made itself felt against the side of his face and neck… His face didn't appear to be absorbing John's head hair at all, the locks slipping down and away as the skin they were attached to vanished.

Kerry's attention mostly stayed down on John's dick as it “filled" with his own member, that swell apparently working it was up his best friend's length until almost all of John had sank away. His chin was still sticking out of Kerry's neck, their fingers and toes weren't fully lined up yet, and it looked like an inflated version of John's erect cock (and his carpet down there) were sticking out of Kerry's crotch…

A moment later, the taller man gasped as it felt like a ripple tickled up and down his body. John's chin faded into an Adam's Apple on Kerry's neck, larger than it had been before. John's toenails and fingernails popped off, tickling Kerry's hands and feet as they fell between his fingers and toes, as did John's class ring off his right hand. Kerry felt a sudden increase in tickling feeling all across his front as John's chest, belly, and leg hair now simply lay on top of him (though, oddly, it seemed like John's ample armpit and pubic hair had now become his own). He even now felt a large amount of moisture across his front as John's cum now lay on his front instead of on its owner's front. The last of the ripple went through his junk, the head of what had been an inflated version of John's cock suddenly growing the extra folds of skin as it returned to being Kerry's cock, just larger than before – and it felt like his balls had grown as well from the process.

Physical transition aside, Kerry's mind and body felt like they had entered a whole new world. Somewhere, somehow, he felt as if John's mind was in his – not in a way that they could truly communicate, but he was certain he could still feel John's emotions separate from his own. His entire body felt different, too, as if every single bone and muscle was containing someone else's inside – which he guessed was pretty close to the truth. John could see out of his eyes; he could feel John's hand inside his own; most interestingly at the moment, his cock felt like it was both his own member and was containing John's member inside it as well, for double the pleasure…

Control over his muscles returned at that point, and he slid John's class ring on his own right hand before moving to brush the large amount of stray chest hair off his chest. Of course, his hand smeared through John's cum as he did so, at which point his cock pulsed a little bit. He thought for a moment, the worked to scoop up as much of his friend's cum as he could and began masturbating his (their?) cock with it as lube.

The sensations of seemingly sharing a penis were nearly overwhelming to Kerry, but it only spurred him on to the most amazing (and messy) orgasm he had ever reached on his own… Though in the afterglow, he wonder how true “on his own" was at this point. There certainly was an energy coursing through him that simply wasn't there before.

Hours passed after that second orgasm, and right after what should have been dinnertime (he realized he hadn't gotten hungry at all, which was weird for a normal day and very weird after cardio day) he heard a text come to his phone from its position in his shorts on the floor. He hefted himself, rolling over just enough to reach down to the floor and pick up his discarded shorts from under John's to read the text.

It was from Alonso.

<Hi Kerry! Just thought I'd let you know that I successfully defended my Master's thesis today… Been celebrating at the bar most of the afternoon and early evening. Home for a while now and still pretty buzzed, honestly. But now that I have my degree, I was thinking of maybe coming back home… I don't have a job lined up yet, but if you maybe want to start dating again, I'd love to apply for jobs over there. And more so, I'd love for us to be a thing again… Anyway, sorry if I'm interrupting a busy night for you or whatever! No rush, especially since official graduation isn't for another month or so. Love you, hun! XOXO Alonso>

Kerry smiled as one hand rubbed over his currently-limp member, though it was already hinting at coming to life again. Well, John, I'm not sure if it counts as a threesome anymore, but you might get to experience what Alonso and I are like as a couple anyway… Kerry thought to himself. At that thought, a little bit of warmth seemed to blossom in his chest that wasn't wholly his, which made him smile. It was certainly going to be an experience having another life contained in your body…