Some One Shot Gay Fantasy

4: Thong, a new world

I was chilling with my boys, hitting up the mall. All fun and games, right? Got myself some fresh threads from the thrift shop, and grabbed a smoothie, 'cause that's what you do when you ain't getting wasted. Don't get it twisted, though - I ain't no bookworm. Six-foot-three, two-ten, and I played ball. A beast on the diamond, but off the field... Well, let's just say my pretty boy face, pale skin, and those damn wavy locks soften the image a bit. Clean-cut, trying to keep it fly. So, here's the thing... Damn, if genes were a bitch, I'd be her favorite son. My ass was so big, I needed a whole damn furniture store to hold my undies. Any pair of boxers, briefs, or jocks lasted less than a week before they tore apart. Those goddamn glutes. And yeah, my shoulders were wide as fuck, but hey, it's all good.

Then there's this pesky issue with my tits. They were rounder than a damn basketball, so firm and plump, it was like having boobs of a fucking woman. To top it off, my nipples were hypersensitive, always hardening under the slightest touch. Thank God for 4XL shirts.

One minute, I'm chillin' with my boys, Tyler and Josh. Next thing I know, they're hell-bent on chasing after a pack of chicks. Like, seriously? Who tries to pull some game on a girl with her crew around? "Dude, we've got better odds if you tag along," Tyler pitches.

"Yeah, yeah, you're always so negative when it comes to the ladies," Josh chimes in.

Josh brings up a topic that makes me uncomfortable. "Dude, we've known each other forever, and I've never heard about you dating anyone. What's up with that? you're gay or sum?" Tyler and Josh chuckle, but it's obvious they're uneasy.

"Guys, let's drop it. Those girls are too young, and besides, I've only gone out with someone once before, during a drunken night."

We all share a laugh, but Tyler and Josh seem embarrassed. "Okay, okay, let's change the subject," I suggest, still smiling. "Remember that time we all hung out at Elijah's place?"

Tyler and Josh glance at each other before Tyler responds. "Sure, bro. Let's talk about something else. We'll leave those girls alone."

The girls give Tyler and Josh a good laugh, but they quickly turn their noses up at the joke. "Hey, watch it," Tyler grumbles, pulling Josh closer. Damn, these guys are sensitive today.

I shrug, trying to play it cool. "Alright, alright, forget it. You two are weirdos, that's for sure." I walk ahead, leaving them behind. When I look back, they're standing in front of a store, browsing through the window display.

Josh takes a step back, looking uninterested. "What's this?" He asks, pointing at the clothing displayed in the shop window. Tyler, however, seems fascinated by the outfits.

"These are really cool! It's totally my style," he says, excitedly checking out the clothes.

Despite his athletic build and bleached buzz cut, Tyler has a unique sense of fashion. He's tried different hairstyles and accessories, including piercings – nose, ears, and his tits. Seeing his outfit with the accessories adds a fresh touch to his overall appearance. When he showed us his bare torso and the metal shining on his pecs, I was like 'How can he resist, like mine are too sensitive for this.'

Tyler bursts into the store, not even bothering to wait for the others. Inside, the space is dimly lit with neon lights that cast a soft pink glow over everything. In the corner, someone is getting a tattoo, the buzzing sound filling the air. Josh and I hang back near the entrance, taking in the alternative vibe of the place.

A guy approaches us, his arms and neck covered in tattoos. He's fit, wearing a tight black t-shirt that accentuates his muscular physique. "Can I help you find anything?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room.