The Morning After

Story by Leo_Todrius on SoFurry

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Commissioned by firstgold92

College is a time of change, experimentation and growth... but for many it is a time to do things you may regret the morning after. After an adventurous night, Justin has a morning after that will change his life forever.


The Morning After Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Firstgold92

The look and feel of autumn was an aesthetic that never seemed quite as wonderful as it did to those in their college years. The leaves had turned into a rainbow of color, the sun was starting to edge out of summer and take on richer tones and the air was getting just a bit cooler. There had never been a more wonderful time in Justin's life, but that had a lot to do with his unparalleled freedom. No siblings, no parents, no oversight. When his classes ended for the week, he was his own man... and he was ready to prove his manhood.

Justin stood in line out front of the night club 'route sixty nine', barely able to stop himself from drooling at all the candy around him in line. Even if his fake ID didn't work, at least he would get to ogle people for a while. Standing at six foot one, he already had a slight height advantage over everyone else. Justin's black hair was gelled into small spikes with the faintest purple dye at the tips that matched the purple gauge plugs in his ears. It fit his overall aesthetic with his purple t-shirt with an upside down black star, a transparent black short sleeve shirt left open and his well worn black denim jeans.

As the line slowly advanced toward the door, Justin felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't just sneaking into a night club; he was sneaking into the hottest gay club in town. There were punks and twinks and thugs and brutes and they were all deliciously gay. Justin felt like a dog in heat. He reached down to adjust himself, letting his shaft slide down his pant leg to stop being so pent up, though as the line ahead of him entered the club, the bouncer looked over at him just in time to see him grope himself.

Justin blushed in nervousness, looking up at the enormous black man before him... His smooth head, his lantern jaw, his broad shoulders and his muscle gut. His tattoos wrapped around his forearms like obsidian gauntlets and his shirt was more form fitting than spandex. For a moment Justin feared he was going to be thrown into the street with enough force to bloody him, but to his surprise, the bouncer's eyes trailed down to the bulge and a grin crossed his lips. Justin watched the bouncer lift his hand to his ear piece and mutter a few words before he looked at Justin.

"You too." He said, waving him in. Justin stood in shock for a moment before realizing his hesitation could out him. He bolted forward through the door, though he felt a firm hand squeeze his ass as he entered. Justin blushed in delight, pushing into the darkened entryway and into another world. Heavy pounding music thumped him in his chest and the lights went off like firecrackers. The dance floor was a sea of people gyrating body to body and the bar was full of men ordering up drinks of all varieties. Justin had no idea where to start.

Justin turned toward the left and stopped dead, his eyes glazing over in lusty shock. A twenty one year old stood in the corner with a yellow and black jersey, his black hair short but gelled up into a wave in the front. His left hand clutched a skateboard to his shoulder and his right hand held what appeared to be a large red dildo, though he was sucking a drink out of it... and his cock was extending out through the front of his pants, extremely hard. Justin watched the closed eyed skater suck his drink for a few moments before he chuckled.

"I love this place..." Justin whispered, moving out into the crowd. He could see several more patrons drinking from the unconventional glasses, but most seemed quite content to make use of the more traditional stemware. Still, Justin hadn't come for the drinks. He came for the action. The freshman put a bit of swagger in his hips, accentuating his ass as he moved out toward the dance floor. He earned a few more glances from guys, though a few were trying to figure out if he was even legal.

It didn't take long for Justin to start bumping and grinding against the other clubbers, feeling firm asses against his groin and feeling many firm things against his ass. While he enjoyed it all, he was a bottom at heart and pushed back against any attention that found its way to his posterior. The music was heavy and loud and seemed to buffet the dancers off of one another in a frenzy of lust, but one pair of eyes hadn't left Justin since he had entered the club.

A twenty one year old stood in the corner, leaned against the wall, surveying the club. He was tall and lithe, his pointed chin accentuated by a pointed and curled dark brown goatee tuft. His mustache grew out on either side of his upper lip but was bare in the middle. He wore no shirt, only leather cuffs around his wrists. It showed off the thick patch of hair on his chest, his navel piercing and the very ornamental looking tree tattoo on his right shoulder. In contrast to the lack of shirt, both his pants and hat were rather baggy. His black pants went all the way down to the floor, wide enough to obscure any shoe that may have been beneath, while his Rasta hat held a fair amount of dreadlocks bunched up inside of it.

The more the mysterious man watched, the more he felt drawn to Justin. He exuded a general sluttiness that was appealing, but something about him was still so innocent, so free. The man knew he had to have Justin. He moved forward, soft tapping sounds coming from the confines of his baggy pants as he made his way across the dance floor, weaving about between the clubbers with a practiced grace. While Justin was eyeing down a particularly striking twink, the man slipped in behind him and put his hands on both of Justin's hips.

Justin gasped, feeling someone take a hold of him, but as the stranger moved in closer, he moaned. The man brought his groin to Justin's ass and started to grind and rub against the freshman before leaning in. Justin melted as he felt the soft goatee rub against his neck before the hot lips pressed into them like a brand. The man began to suck and lick and Justin became clumsier by the second, not matching up to the music anymore, but the man didn't care. The grinding between the two grew hotter. Justin could feel hard, large cock and his own shaft began to drool precum in anticipation. He writhed back against the groin and the hands, panting softly, especially as the man nipped at his ear lobe, licking the gauges he wore.

"Can I buy you a penis pop?" Came the velvety voice of Justin's mysterious new friend. Justin assumed the dildo cups were the penis pops, but the phrasing was too impossible to resist.

"Only if I can pop your penis somewhere good." Justin murmured. The man grinned, turning Justin around to face him. As soon as Justin saw those honey colored eyes, he was lost in a sea of longing. The man leaned forward, their lips meshing. Justin melted in the man's grip but he kept him close. They swapped saliva, tongues and their lips wrestled in a match neither of them wanted to win, only to match each other for eternity.

As they kissed, their groins came together, bumping and grinding, spurring each other on. Justin grew harder and harder, feeling the man's cock hardening as well. Their erections raged, the pleasure became so much that it almost hurt, and through that pain it was even more enjoyable. Their grinding became frenzies, their hands possessive. The man pulled and tugged at Justin's clothes, Justin returned the favor. The two were desperate for release, but as the music changed and the dancers around them bumped into them, both became painfully aware that they were still in public.

"Bathroom?" The man asked. Justin moaned.

"Thought you'd never ask." He whispered, turning to lead the stranger off. The stranger gazed at Justin's ass before he followed those tight globes as if he was in a hypnotic trance. Justin burst into the bathroom and before the stranger had even gotten through the door, Justin grabbed him and pulled him into the handicap stall where they'd have plenty of room. The stranger was surprised, but he adapted quickly, pushing Justin against the stall wall, kissing him again before reaching down to cup his groin.

"Oh yes, oh fuck me!" Justin moaned.

"All in good time." The stranger whispered, "What's your name?" he asked, slowly unzipping Justin's jeans.

"J-j-Justin." He moaned as he felt fingers reach into his fly, fishing around before stroking the shaft. The man moved to lick and suck at Justin's ear before his tongue dove into his ear canal. Justin was a bit surprised, never having another man do that, but as the tongue wormed its way in and out, the lewd wetness was so suggestive in the right ways that Justin couldn't help himself. He moaned and reached to tug and work at the stranger's pants.

"I'm Carter." The stranger said finally. Justin gazed up at the man as if he'd learned the name of god, but he was so desperate that not even enlightenment like that could stop him from his desire. Justin managed to get Carter's pants open, only to learn he had an immensely large, soft brown bush... but as his hands fished around in the pants, he withdrew a thick, large, long shaft of flesh. Carter's manhood had to be at least eleven inches and it wasn't yet fully hard, but it wasn't just big. It was impressive.

Justin was a fan of phallus in any form, cut or uncut, but he'd never seen someone less cut than Carter. His long shaft had foreskin that extended out over the head of his shaft, pushed out past the end and still had excess. The length of it was shocking and oddly hot. Carter seemed to notice how focused Justin was before he grinned and reached down, working to fish out Justin's cock.

Carter grinned wider as he brought out Justin's average member, their cocks extending next to each other. Justin felt dwarfed by Carter's size but still turned on due to how perfect the shaft before him was, but as Carter brought their cocks head to head, he had no way of anticipating what was about to come next. Carter took hold of his own shaft and pushed his foreskin forward. It spread out over the head of Justin's hard cock, over his own skin and down the shaft. Inch by inch, it advanced further until it was half way down his rod. Justin's jaw dropped open as they pressed piss slit to piss slit, completely embraced.

"What... How..." Justin tried to form words, but nothing worked. Carter leaned in and pressed his lips to Justin, starting to move his hips back and forth. The movement caused the foreskin to slide back and forth on the rod, leaving behind a faint moistness from Carter's left over love juices and smegma, a rich musk filling the air. The earthy, almost cheesy scent of old sex was mind blowing to Justin and he found it hard not to cum then and there, but much to his surprise, Carter had less resolve than he did.

Soon the stranger was cumming and the hot, slick velvety sperm was pushing around his cock, even dribbling into his urethra. Justin moaned into the kiss, never having felt so much manlier than when he was fucking another man's cock, docked by the foreskin, the juices marinating both rods. Justin and Carter were both so turned on that their cocks continued to engorge further, though the side effect was that as Carter's rod widened and elongated, his foreskin retracted. It pulled back more and more before finally their shafts wobbled free, dripping with sperm.

"Time to fuck you, stud." Carter said. Justin had little warning before he was flipped around, grabbing onto the toilet for dear life. He yelped as his pants were pulled down, his underwear fluttering around his ankles a moment later. Carter's massive rod slapped between Justin's ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, sliding up and down before he pulled back, letting gravity correct his angle... and then he pushed in.

Justin called out with a deep moan as the rod eased into his ass, inch by inch, wedging him wider. Justin's own wet shaft dangled between his legs, his balls swaying, feeling as if even they had grown erect. Justin moved his hands onto the white plastic toilet seat as he was thrust into, his hips swaying forward and back. Carter's hands gripped his round hips to lock himself in, but the thrusts were growing wilder and more passionate.

Carter gave into his instinct more and more, knowing that he had chosen well, knowing that Justin was more than worthy of his gift. Carter kept fucking in and out, writhing with glee, watching six, eight, then ten inches of his cock disappear into Justin, spearing up into him, impaling him on it. Justin moaned, drool leaking from his lips, falling into the toilet bowl before him. Justin was so in lust he could barely open his eyes, though as he did he saw a reflection of the luckiest man in the universe looking back at him.

The two went at it like rabbits, their moans and groans echoing on the tiled walls of the bathroom. Carter managed to get his cock into Justin all the way to the base, causing a strange bleating sound to escape from his lips. He started to hilt himself over and over, the bleating sound continuing almost as if there was a goat in the bathroom. Justin didn't mind at all, it was rather sexy. It was as if his lover was some kind of animal, though Justin had no idea how right he was.

The forward and back motion had caused Carter's Rasta hat to slowly slip back, revealing two thick, curved, sharp black horns pushing out of his forehead, rising upwards. The hat had also been hiding the tops of his ears and how they stretched into abnormal points. Carter kept fucking into Justin, grinding hard, never giving up or slowing down. He changed his stance, though his baggy pants shifted enough to reveal the hard, large hoof that capped Carter's foot rather than toes.

The satyr continued fucking Justin hard, mining his ass like an oil rig, but the rich bounty wasn't going to be taken; it was going to be left. Carter tilted his head back and bleated yet again as he felt it hit him like a forest fire in his brain, searing his senses before his balls tugged up, his shaft pulsed and potent, rich satyr sperm raced into Justin's ass. Carter kept thrusting, churning the seed as it sprayed, working it deeper and deeper into Justin, trying to get every drop to stay in him.

As the hot wet filled him, Justin felt like his heart was going to explode. He'd never felt so fulfilled, so right, so wonderful. Carter managed to hit his prostate several times, causing waves of pleasure to rip out through him like nothing he'd ever felt before. Before he even realized, Justin was having an orgasm. Thick jets of hot sperm sprayed out across the toilet base and the floor, but before the first orgasm had even ended, a second started. Justin's muscles gave out and he collapsed onto the toilet, holding on for dear life.

Carter kept fucking the human even as he went limp, letting out bleats and moans, knowing what he was giving the human. Even as Justin was unable to move, he grinned like an idiot, taking the cock in so deeply before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out. Carter moaned, pulling his cock out with a soft pop, yellow satyr cum pouring out of the tip still. Carter took his shaft with both hands and aimed it like a fire hose, spraying Justin down. Thick ropes of salty, musky cum sprayed into his styled black hair, across his shirt and down his ass before Carter moved, letting it wash over Justin's face like a baptism of the lewd and sordid. As the satyr's orgasm finally came to an end, he looked down at Justin coated in sperm with a large grin, just imagining what was yet to come. He pulled out a Bluetooth headset from his pocket and put it back into his ear, clicking it on.

"You were right about this one... Thanks for letting him in. Now it's time to get him home so he can enjoy the morning after." Carter whispered.

"Understood boss." The bouncer said over the radio. Carter merely grinned in delight.

****

Muffled laughter and chatter tried to penetrate the thick wood door into Justin's dorm room, though it wasn't enough to rouse him from his deep slumber. The freshman was passed out on his bed, still wearing his clothes from the night before. His purple shirt looked as if he'd been hit with a web, though the discoloration came from the fluids that had dried on it. His spiked hair had grown into a wild nest of bed head and his newly stubbled cheek glistened with drool he had slept on. Justin shifted a bit before he turned in his sleep, though something was certainly different.

As Justin rolled over, a large tent in his blanket lifted up and moved with him like a rudder through choppy water. The amount of drag and the unexpected weight was enough to finally rouse the sleeping youth. His eyes opened and he coughed a bit before he finished rolling onto his back, staring at his morning wood. He blinked a few times; surprised that he had gotten so big without self stimulation. He smirked a bit before he glanced at the clock, his jaw dropping. It was already twelve thirty. Almost the entire campus was liable to be out to Saturday morning brunch... but Justin didn't mind. That meant the bathrooms would be open.

He pulled back his blanket and stepped out of bed, stumbling a bit when his feet hit the floor. They seemed to still be asleep, but he paid it little mind. Justin moved over to his closet and grabbed the plastic bucket with his shampoo, conditioner, bar soap and towel and set it onto the end of his bed. Next he dropped his boxers before he pulled on his swim trunks, his eyes still closed with his sleepiness.

While fully aware of how dorky it looked, the bucket and swim trunks approach was utilized by most freshmen at the school as a way to preserve modesty. It wasn't until their sophomore or junior years that modesty had no place. It took forty seconds to walk down the long hall to the bathroom and Justin entered to find it just as he had hoped, empty. He walked over to one of the shower stalls, set his things down and slipped out of his shorts, draping them and the towel over the shower rod.

In moments the water sputtered before it sprayed out in a warm mist and Justin stepped into it. The water melted away the gel, drool and cum from his hair, the juices flowing down across his face and shoulders, down his chest and spiraling down his legs... though his hair didn't seem to relax at all. The black hair kept sticking up, wild and unkempt, spiked on its own with curved clumps.

Justin grabbed his bar of soap and soon applied it to his chest, though the circular motions came with a sound he wasn't used to, almost like a brillo pad scrubbing something. He looked down at his chest to see all sorts of new hair had sprouted. Justin was surprised, though he soon grinned in pride at his manliness. Perhaps partying like a man helped him to become more of one. Justin scrubbed his chest and then his arms, working his way down to his legs... which were also perplexing.

While he was sure it was just an optical illusion, the water running down his legs and soaking the leg hair there made it all look much longer and thicker than before. His legs had never seemed so dark. Justin had passed from average to almost beastly hairy on his legs, and while that normally would have depressed him, his morning wood seemed to bob even more insistently at the discovery.

Justin started soaping up his legs with one hand while his other wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down, feeling its girth and length. He moaned, tipping his head back, the spray hitting him in the face and flowing over his cheeks, the dark stubble thicker than ever before. The water even swept across his forehead, though it circled around the edge of two small lumps in the skin that had pushed out right at the hairline.

With a surprising amount of ability, Justin continued to both wash and masturbate at the same time. He soaped up his legs and worked on his ankles, even crouching down to work on his feet, though as he looked at them he grunted a bit. Seemingly over night, his toenails had thickened, taking on a soft yellowish brown color. Justin was convinced he had gotten athletes foot or some kind of fungus and started to soap up his feet as much as he could, though he found that he couldn't stop jacking off even as he did it, and for some reason rubbing his feet made the masturbation feel even better.

Justin moaned out as he went to town in the shower, panting and dripping with soap and water, soaked completely from head to toe. He dropped the soap, his ass wiggling in the air before he fell onto his back, his legs kicking in the air, latching both hands onto his cock. Even that was a surprise as before he couldn't have fit both hands, but today his cock was so hard there was no way not to. Justin worked his shaft hard and fast before he gasped, thick jets of cum spraying out of his cock, splattering all over his hairy chest.

As the water washed the non-soluble cream from his skin, the chest hair thickened a bit in the water, growing longer and softer. Justin's stubble grew denser as well, and well below his field of vision, his toenails thickened once more, his toes growing a bit stiff, tightening up together. Justin had no idea what was going on, but it felt damn good. He sighed wistfully, breathing through his mouth so he didn't drown with the shower hitting him in the face as he recovered his faculties.

****

Justin's flip flops clacked as he descended the stairs down into the basement of his dorm building. When the university had been founded, the basement of each building contained a kitchen to serve food to the students. When the campus had been modernized and a cafeteria added, the basements had been turned into lounges with simple, standard kitchen areas for the students to cook their own meals for special occasions. Justin kept a few items in the community fridge so he didn't have to face the masses for weekend brunch and he moved into the kitchen with a smile on his face, his stomach growling with hunger. He wasn't sure why, but he was craving something moist and salty.

Justin had dressed in baggy cargo shorts showing off his hairy legs and the flip flops that did nothing to hide his nasty toenails, though for some reason thinking about them made Justin horny again. He reached up to rub at one nipple through his purple sleeveless jersey, licking his lips a bit. Even without styling gel, his hair was sticking up all over the place. He opened the fridge up and glanced around to locate where his food items had been moved to, but then Justin saw it, the most beautiful thing in the world.

While he had never been much of a drinker before, the mere fact that someone had left a large, thick bottle of beer in the fridge seemed like the most glorious moment of his college life. Justin reached out with both hands to reverently clasp the bottle, feeling the chilled brown glass, the weight of the beer inside, his mouth salivating. Justin's cock throbbed, returning to full erection in his pants as he debated doing the unthinkable, stealing another man's beer.

Justin fought with himself, setting the beer down before snatching it up again, feeling like Golem with the precious. He hadn't even liked beer, but all he wanted to do was wrap his lips around the thick glass head and tip it back, guzzling the contents down. He wanted to rock out, to party hard and to have a great time. His morals eroded, Justin glanced around before he tucked the beer close to his chest and returned back the way he had come.

As he moved up the stairs, his flip flops flopped off his feet, the skin growing out between his toes, the flesh and bone fusing together. Justin didn't pay any attention, spiraling up the stairs before he was back on his own floor. He moved down the hallway, panting with excitement before he burst into his own room and shut the door behind him. With the door shut, he worked at the cap of the bottle before it popped off and he brought it to his lips, tipping it back. As the amber ale flowed across his tongue, he felt a surge through his body. He relaxed his throat, took a gulp, then another.

Each gulp infused his system with energy, motivation, and a healthy dose of libido. His cock was throbbing like a jack hammer and his nipples were as hard as diamonds. Justin kept holding the bottle with his right hand, though his left fumbled with his pants, fished out his cock and started stroking. The flesh on his shaft stretched out with his movements, the skin pushing out across the head of his cock despite his erection. While he had been cut before, in a few moments it was as if he'd been uncut his whole life, his foreskin regrown, hugging and supporting his cock.

Justin greedily took down the beer, but it was having more of an effect than giving him a buzz. His pierced ears began to throb, the round ear lobes stretching up into slight points. The lumps on his forehead grew more pronounced and the black stubble across his cheeks grew just long enough to be considered a designer beard. Even the hair on his legs got thicker and thicker until the skin of his legs could barely be seen. Justin worked his cock hard and guzzled down the beer with no restraint. As the last of the forbidden fluid rushed down his throat, his own juices erupted from his cock, spraying all over his dorm room floor in a messy shower of musky spooge.

The bottle fell from Justin's hand as he rotated around and collapsed onto his bed, panting and moaning hard. His eyes were glazed with lust and delight as they slipped shut. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it felt damn good... Justin started to drift off to sleep in his afterglow, his feet hanging off the bed. His toes continued to grow together, the toenails creeping toward each other and the leg hair thickening even more, but as Justin was about to fall into another dream sequence, his phone started vibrating in his pocket.

Justin nearly rolled out of bed in shock before he fished out his phone, freezing as he looked at the screen. It indicated that he had received a text from one of his contacts, but the contact was not one he remembered adding, it was Carter. He even had apparently added a picture. The bearded grin was as captivating on plastic and glass as it was in reality, and for the first time since waking up, it all came back to Justin - the dancing, the flirting, the bathroom... Justin felt ashamed he hadn't remembered it the instant he awoke, but since he had apparently forgotten exchanging numbers and taking pictures of the guy, he was sure that he had gotten drunk and passed out. With deft fingers, Justin opened the text.

'Hey cutie, had an amazing time last night. Hope your morning is going okay.' Carter had written. Justin blushed a bit at being called a cutie, especially by such a stud muffin. Justin debated how much or little to text back before he replied.

'Not bad at all. Thanks for the fun last night.' Justin typed out and sent. It only took a moment for the message to come back.

'What are you up to tonight? Do you want to go another round tonight at six?' Carter asked. Justin nearly drooled before he slowly looked down at his cock. It was still sticking out of the fly of his shorts, fully erect and dribbling cum. Justin had never even debated doing anything like it in his life, but he slowly turned his camera toward his rod, snapped a picture, and sent it as the reply. Then came the delay... longer moments passed. Justin started to freak out, but then the phone buzzed. A picture text had come back. It opened up and there was the most glorious, uncut, thick shaft he'd ever seen extending from a gloriously furry groin. Justin drooled and collapsed back on his bed, his cock spraying out even more cum all over him as he basked in the pleasure of it all, thinking of just how lucky he'd get to be that night.

****

The promise of another date had put Justin on auto-pilot. He'd gotten dressed without paying attention, he'd made it back to the club, he was in line and it wasn't even sunset. Being so early, there was no line and Justin made it right up to the front door where the bouncer stood. Justin looked up with a sheepish grin, wondering if he'd be so lucky a second night in a row. The bouncer looked Justin over again before smiling.

"Carter's expecting you." The bouncer said. Justin's eyebrows shot up in surprise, though he wasn't going to question fate, at least to the bouncer.

"Thanks man, you're awesome." Justin said, bowing his head as he moved in. Without the incredible throngs of people, the club seemed a lot different. Lights still sparkled across the dance floor while a red head with a faux hawk got the bar ready for the night, but standing in the middle of the club was Carter. If anything, he seemed more ravishing than before. The edges of his split mustache had been waxed to give them a curl and his goatee seemed longer and thicker than before... but much to Justin's surprise, his rasta had had been replaced with a backwards red baseball cap from which two thick black horns emerged. Between the beard and the horns, he looked every bit like a devil... and Justin walked toward him like one of the damned.

"I missed you Justin." Carter said, opening his hands wide.

"You are so damn hot..." Justin whispered. Carter chuckled as the young punk got close enough to pull forward. Their lips came together and Justin frantically kissed his new friend, feeling his face rubbed by the surprisingly soft beard. It took Justin no time at all to start humping Carter, but Carter slowly pulled back.

"Justin, there's something I need to tell you before we continue..." Carter said. Justin hesitated. The primer didn't sound good at all, it was the sort of bad news that preceded things like 'I'm married' or 'I'm pregnant' or 'I have an STD'. Justin froze. What if Carter did have a disease? Then Justin thought of his feet, how his toes had looked funky in the shower. Justin then got confused, wondering how sex could transmit a toe fungus. Carter had watched Justin's thoughts go off the rails before he reached up, his fingers tracing the short black beard Justin had grown through the course of the day.

The feeling of the fingers on the stubble was like electric and Justin nearly collapsed to his knees, but instead he looked back into the honey colored eyes of his lover. Carter leaned in to kiss Justin's forehead, then his cheeks, then his chin and even his throat. Justin's breathing relaxed, his muscles loosened and he stood there, gazing at Carter. Carter debated how to start, but then he decided it was time to just show him.

Carter pulled his hat off slowly, revealing that the horns were not part of the fashion accessory but instead emerged from his forehead. His pointed ears came free and the hat was cast aside. Justin's eyes widened slowly as he took into account all the aspects that didn't quite match up. Carter reached down and unbuttoned his baggy pants before letting them fall. The amazing foot long cock sprung out, but for once cock wasn't the first thing Justin looked at. Instead, his eyes moved to Carter's very furry digitigrade legs and the thick hooves they ended in.

Justin looked Carter over, head to toe, or in his case horns to hooves. There was no seam in the legs, nothing to indicate it was a costume. It was very much real. Carter was a satyr, a furry brown fuckable satyr. Justin looked back at Carter in surprise... and then both of them realized something had changed. Justin looked down to see the wet spot spreading across his lap, soft creamy cum leaking through the fabric. Carter grinned at that, reaching forward to unbutton Justin's pants. They soon dropped around his ankles, though Justin looked down and realized his own legs were well on their way to being furry as well... and his cock had almost as much foreskin as his lover. Justin looked back at Carter and Carter nodded.

"Yes, I'm a satyr... and yes, I spread it to you. It's not too late to go back to the way you were, but... if you don't mind this, you can become like me forever. A life of sex, booze and rock and roll..." Carter whispered, reaching to rub the points to Justin's ears. Justin collapsed forward against Carter's chest, panting.

"Fuck you... How can you make this so good? How... Why... Oh fuck me please, hard and deep and... forever." Justin begged.

"Even if it makes you a Satyr?" Carter asked.

"I've always craved sex and rock and roll, now we're just giving me a very adult sensibility for beer... and the most fucking hot boyfriend ever." Justin moaned.

"I'll be more than a boyfriend... I'll be your mate, your lover... the co-sponsor of our own personal harem." Carter said in glee.

"Our own harem?" Justin asked in surprise. Carter nodded.

"Oh yes. I was looking for someone to be my equal, my mate, but if you go through with this we'll both be satyrs. That's way too much cock to share with just one man. We're going to put together the horniest group of boys to fuck silly, you and I... Because only I get your ass." Carter said possessively.

"But will you still respect me the morning after?" Justin asked. Carter moved to caress Justin's cheek again.

"I will always respect you, and I know I'll always love you... All you have to do is be mine." Carter whispered.

"I think I already am." Justin replied. Carter grinned.

"Phillip, take an hour or two off." He muttered. The bartender smirked, moving out from behind the bar, his furry red legs and dark black hooves clomping across the floor. Justin looked over at the bartender in surprise before Carter turned his head back. The two gazed at each other before they kissed deeply, unable to turn away.

"What do I have to do?" Justin asked softly. Carter smiled.

"We have to anoint the three parts of your body with my juices just one more time." Carter said.

"What are the three parts of..." Justin trailed off, realizing that Carter was gently getting him onto his knees. Justin realized what was going on and looked over at the satyr's huge cock. He licked his lips before he reached out, starting to stroke the meat, playing with the incredibly long foreskin. He moved it forward and back, forward and back, leaning in hypnotically all the more before he pressed his lips to the shaft, kissing the foreskin before he took the cock into his mouth, working it still, sliding the foreskin up over his tongue.

Rich, heady, spicy musk exploded in his mouth just from the left over alone. Carter grabbed onto Justin's head and started sliding in and out, thrusting into the mouth, working harder and faster. Justin sucked eagerly, feeling like his true life's purpose had been achieved at last. He sucked, he tasted the piss slit with his tongue, he even reached up to fondle the furry satyr balls. Justin went to town, and after several moments, Carter rewarded him not with a quick orgasm, but with a steady, constant flowing river of cum.

Justin started to guzzle the cum down, feeling the warm richness fill him, the taste more profound than anything he'd ever tasted, but the richness was doing more than filling his stomach. It was filling his veins. Justin moaned as he felt pangs of pain blossom on his head before two sand colored boney horn nubs pushed out. The skin warped a bit as it bulged over ribs in the horns, moving in and out a little as they emerged. Each gulp grew the horns larger, but it was far from the only change.

The black stubble on Justin's face spread out across his upper lip and his chin, closing across all of his face before the hair began to push out longer and thicker. The hairs widened and elongated, curving down a little over his upper lip as his mustache filled in, the hair on his cheeks pushing out, then his chin. His designer beard became a normal beard, then as the hair pushed past an inch, then a second, it became a lumberjack beard. Despite being barely eighteen, Justin had a beard that many would have taken a year to grow and it wasn't stopping, but neither were his other changes.

Justin's pierced, gauged ears continued to shift, the tips rising up into higher and higher points, looking more elfin by the second. The bearded punk sucked down the cock in his mouth, feeding on its essence. His horns continued erupting from his head until they were a full six inches long, the light color contrasting with his black hair and beard... a beard that was already four inches long from his chin before it finally started to slow. The beard grew out to five inches and then finally six, full and luxurious, as black as night and as soft as fur... but very much the beard of a man.

Carter pulled out of Justin's mouth, a bit of cum dribbling into his beard. He had the horns, ears and facial hair of a satyr, but there was more work to do. Carter walked back over to the bar before he hopped up onto a stool and then patted his lap. Justin sprung to his feet and moved over, stumbling over his the pants caught around his shoes. He struggled to kick the shoes and socks off, then his pants before he leapt up. Carter caught Justin and held him in place before bringing him down.

Justin howled out in pleasure as the cock invaded his ass. Carter started to lift and drop Justin on it. Justin wrapped his arms around Carter's broad shoulders to help, feeling the rod mining his ass. He rose up and down, up and down, feeling it go deeper with each movement. Carter groaned and moaned and soon his juices were flowing again, this time having a much stronger effect than the night before.

The thick black hair across Justin's legs started to thicken even more. The skin on his legs was eclipsed as the hair turned into fur. It covered his hips, his thighs, even his knees. His changing feet finished growing together, all the toes combined into one mass, the toenails having spread out into a keratin sheath protecting the foot. With each drop of cum entering Justin's ass, the toenails spread around his reformed foot, coating and shielding it, becoming part of it all. After a few minutes, his feet finished reshaping and hardening into true hooves.

Justin kicked his new hooves about, but even his legs felt weird. His ankle started to migrate up his foot as bones reshaped and shifted. The muscle groups changed and reorganized, giving the leg a very different look. As it took on an extra bend, they stopped looking like the legs of a human and more like the legs of a goat. Justin moaned, panting in lust but Carter leaned in to kiss him. For the first time their beards meshed, their embrace never gayer. Their tongues swapped saliva and their lips mashed, their chests pressed tight, their chest hair rubbing.

Carter ground tighter in Justin's ass, amping up the sex, trying to make him even more insane with lust, though that was nearly an impossible feat. Justin felt his ass firming, his hips aching as they rounded, his ass cheeks pushing apart to reveal his pucker and the cock impaling it... and slowly, ever so slowly, his tailbone started to push out from the rest of his body. The fur covering his legs spread up to cover the tailbone, making it resemble a tiny deer flag, the point of fur waggling away as it stretched out, beckoning males to the eager hole.

The black fur curled a bit and grew up over his balls, surrounding his cock and climbing all the way to his waist before it narrowed into a simple pleasure trail crossing his stomach and growing into his chest fur. Even Justin's pit hair was soft and thick, luxurious like fur. Carter panted and moaned, knowing that while he could cum at will, he had to save his true orgasm for the last change. He rested his head against Justin's neck, trying to cool himself down for just a second, though Justin was bouncing around like a nymph, wanting all the cock and cum for himself.

"Just... Justin, one more thing..." Carter said, moving to lift Justin off. Justin whimpered before he helped, finally landing on his new hooves. Carter climbed off of the stool and lead Justin to the middle of the dance floor. He reached over and lifted Justin's cock upright before lifting his own, bringing them end to end. Justin moaned.

"I love this part." He whispered.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Carter said, taking hold of his foreskin before he pushed it out over Carter's, advancing inch by inch. Soon Carter was jacking Justin off with his foreskin, sliding it up and down, resuming the flow. Cum dribbled out of the edges, running down Justin's cock, but to his surprise, some was seeping down inside of his cock as well. Carter worked himself off harder and faster, trying to push himself over the edge, but all it took was a gaze into Justin's eyes and then a quick kiss from his lover.

Carter tipped his head back and let out a bleating cry of lust as he came, and Justin soon shuddered in shock. While not exactly a water proof seal, the docking had been enough of a seal that the flow of semen flowed not out around his cock but down into it. Justin expected pain, but none came. Just a reverse orgasm. The muscles fired in reverse as if they wanted to gulp down the seed. His brain burned with orgasm and his lover's cum was drawn down into his balls where it went to work. A hot throbbing spread through them before the organs started to mutate and grow. Justin shuddered, feeling as if the cum was being pumped into his balls to inflate them, but that was hardly the case. The balls grew to the size of plums, nectarines, oranges and then larger... and as they grew, so did the rest of the new satyr.

Justin looked down, watching as his cock pushed its way out of Carter's foreskin. It grew to ten inches, then eleven, then twelve, bulging wider as well. Before long Justin's cock was as wide as a beer can, but then again so was Carter's... and both were endowed with members pushing past a foot long. Carter leaned in to lick Justin's lips slowly, grinning.

"I was holding back for you before." Carter whispered, letting himself grow fully erect. Justin wobbled gently as the shift in blood pressure, his body starting to produce more just to keep up. Their cocks pushed past thirteen inches, then fourteen, then fifteen. They grew longer and thicker all the while, their foreskin finally starting to seem realistically proportioned in comparison. At seventeen inches, the foreskin pulled back from the heads of their cocks and at nineteen inches it finally was tight around the shaft, revealing the slightly blunt heads of their cocks, both pouring sperm all over each other and the floor.

"Never hold back again." Justin murmured, grabbing Carter and pulling him close. The two landed in a puddle of their own sperm, gazing into each other's eyes. Their cocks were pressed between their muscled stomachs, the two gazing at each other.

"Justin, I know we barely met, but I love you." Carter whispered. Justin grinned slowly.

"I know, and I love you too." Justin said, curling his fingers around Carter's goatee like a hand hold, pulling him into another kiss. Carter came even harder at that, basking in the afterglow with his brand new mate and very sexy lover.