/ happy pride! Got some requests for a twink tf so here ya go I also think this is my first ever 2 part story, I usually never do that! However the story got incredibly long and so I wanted to give you guys this one slowly ;)
/Straight to gay, the tf doesn't finish until part 2
/tw: use of f slur, misogyny
James hated being a personal trainer. He thought that he would get to hit on all the ladies but they barely came to him. Unbeknownst to him his reputation of being an asshole has dissuaded the general public to his services, the only ones that were willing were gay guys that had a thing for being talked down to. Constantly he would complain about the sissies coming in, but he tried to remain cordial. Although how well he was able to hide his animosity was another story. He admitted that he did feel a bit of a rush whenever a fag would be checking him out, not because he was gay or anything– but because he felt powerful. Like he had these gay men in the palm of his hand. He just wished that some bitches would come get trained by him too.
Recently this guy, Luke, has been coming in to see James, and he was forward- a bit too forward for his liking. It had been a few months and the twink wouldn't stop hitting on him, but he couldn't lose another client. His boss had threatened to fire him if he kept losing clients– so he was stuck. James thinks that Luke knows this and is using it to his advantage.
"God you're so gloomy today Jamesy" Luke said after their first set. James hated when Luke called him that.
"Dont worry about it boy, keep doing your sets"
Luke scoffed, "if you weren't so hot I'd quit on spot ya'know. You treat me like a kid but I'm older than you”
James went quiet. He was so tired of Luke but his boss was watching him like a hawk. Trying to not look at Luke’s face he averted his gaze, looking down at Luke James realized something he’s never seen before– how nice Luke’s legs were. He had seen the twink’s legs plenty of times, it was literally his job to watch his form. Maybe the workouts were finally working out, however for some reason he couldn’t stop staring.
*snap*
“A little distracted are we?” Luke whispered, “Seems like ol’ James might have a little fruit in the tank after all.”
“What the hell are you talking about, get back to it.”
—
Over the next week James couldn't really explain what was happening to him. No girl was grabbing his attention and usually he would be able to at least settle with some chick for the night. At least he had his bro Tristan to keep him company at the bars.
“Bro I just don't get it, none of these bitches are doin’ it for me lately. I just need to fuuuckkk, a man can only goon so much.”
“C'mon big guy chill out, I'm sure you'll find someone tonight” Tristan reassured him. Little to James’ knowledge Tristan was bi and had been trying to get with him since they became friends.
Listening to Tristan he thought about what a good friend he’s been over the years, he felt like he was unfair to him at times– but even then he still stuck by him. He was so loyal, kind, charming, kinda cute, sexy–
Shit.
With Tristan's hand on his shoulder he felt something stir in his pants. He looked down embarrassed. Tristan only took a second to think before immediately taking initiative.
“Do you want me to help you with that?... big guy” Tristan's grip tightened. Immediately James got harder.
Tristan struggled to fully wrap his arm around the shoulders of the taller man, opting to grab James by his waist, “let’s get out of here.” James nodded, bright red.
What the fuck is going on with me, Why can’t I stop?
“Luckily I’m right down the road or we would’ve had to fuck in the bathroom stall” Tristan snickered.
“Shh- not so loud!”
“Please, like everyone didn't see your giant ass dick sticking straight out”
James felt like a complete prisoner in his body. It wanted what it wanted, and right now what it wanted was to fuck his best friend.
—
As soon as the door closed James pushed Tristan onto the couch. He had been hungry like never before, ripping off Tristan’s tight black tank top like he was a gift on christmas eve. His tongue explored Tristan’s body, trailing down from his neck as he grazed his sweaty pecs and abs. Unbuckling his pants, sniffing the musk coming from Tristan’s crotch.
He was in heaven.
A look of confusion came across James’ face as he looked down at his cock, sure it was sizable but he swore that it looked a little smaller. It didn’t matter right now, he just need to fuck Tristan. Getting on top James slid his cock in between Tristan’s muscular ass cheeks.
“Fuck stop teasing me” Tristan whimpered out.
“You wanna talk about teasing?” James bit back as he reached around Tristan, rubbing his nipples. As he did so he slid into him slowly.
“F-fuck you’re so big…”
“I know, slut”
He started slow, he had never given anal– or received it for that matter. He was scared to hurt Tristan, an instinct he never felt when he was with a girl. He picked up the pace as the heavy sticky sound of his balls slapping Tristan’s ass reverberated through the apartment. Truthfully, it did not take long for James to cum, it was nothing like he had ever experienced, cumming inside his best friend. He soon realized that Tristan had not cum yet as he flipped him around, Tristan’s thick cock pulsating against his abs– leaking pre.
He had never given a blowjob before but seeing Tristan absolutely out of breath so compromised sparked something in him. He spread Tristan’s thick muscular thighs apart as he wrapped his lips around Tristan’s head. He played with him a little as he licked the slit up and down, slowly edging the thick cock further down his throat.
“Oh fuck.. Look up at me baby...” Tristan whimpered, his voice hitching like James had never heard before.
With his pleading eyes Tristan swore that James looked, cuter? His eyes were bigger, his eyelashes longer. Even his hair seemed more like a dirty blonde than brown, a little more grown out then he usually had it. James fully took Tristan’s cock in his mouth as he bopped up and down, his hands– a little smaller– wrapped around Tristan’s waist.
Tristan finally came, James tried to unlatch before– but he was too late. Tristan’s salty seed coming out in ribbons both inside James’ mouth and all over his face.
“Wow, you look adorable. You’re a natural Jamesy.” Tristan huffed out, ruffling James’ slightly lighter hair.
James got up and cuddled up with Tristan, James taking little spoon– craving the protection of a bigger man. Lusting to be dominated, protected.
—
As the morning came, sunlight shone through the blinds in streaks. As soon as James opened his eyes he found Tristan sitting in an armchair across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand and on the table.
“Goodmorning, how do you feel?”
He was conflicted, but he felt good. James nodded his head.
“You should probably get cleaned up, you still have a bit of me in your hair.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” His voice was not only higher pitched, but flamboyant. The bro-y tone completely gone.
James blushed again, never has he felt so small– especially with Tristan. James stumbled into the bathroom rubbing his eyes. He didn’t entirely remember last night but that was okay, he just remembered feeling good. Splashing water in his face he felt rejuvenated, his eyes focusing on the mirror as he shrieked– his voice higher pitched.
He looked like him, but there were several things wrong. The first thing he noticed was his hair, although the brown was still there in the roots, it looked like his hair had been bleached overnight. His face was softer, not as square. His body was still muscular, although there was definately less mass now.
Tristan rushed in, “WHAT’S GOING ON”
“I look so..” he couldn’t say it, his mouth wouldn’t budge.
“What’s wrong?”
In the mirror behind him Tristan was now taller, not by much but definitely enough to be noticeable considering he used to be taller than him. James broke down crying, falling onto the floor.
“Hey… it’s okay.” Tristan was confused, not knowing why James was being so emotional. He tried to console him, wrapping his muscular arms around James’ now smaller frame.
—
Across the apartment in James’ pants next to the sofa, a light buzz went unnoticed by the both of them.
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“Heyyy missin u, excited for our sesh today. c u later cutie <3”
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