Rumble in the Jungle (Jumanji: WTTJ)

Rumble in the Jungle

Alex, as far as his 16 years had gone (now adding an extra 20), had never been attracted to guys.

Sure, like every other guy, he had the weird list straight dudes made in their spare time of people that would 'turn' them, but usually, it was a joke among friends, not an actual thing that was going to be really happening.

All in all, Alex thought he was safe from something like that (being buried ass deep in a fucking jungle hiding from mosquitoes has the perk and curse of celibacy after all), but then he had to go and save those other assholes.

At first, honestly, now with the knowledge he was /much/ older than they were, he paid little attention to them. They were just his ticket out of this godforsaken place and he needed to just use them till he couldn't anymore.

But then, a girl in the body of a guy called "Bethany" gave up one of her lives for his and suddenly, his mind (or maybe just Seaplane's mind) looked at her male body very differently to what he had before.

Given that he had been in the game so long, he had the strange ability to access Seaplane's pre-programmed memories that he had inherited due to controlling his character. He soon found out that while he was much more placated in the bedroom department (he'd only had what? Two girlfriends? He'd lost his virginity the last summer before he apparently disappeared, so that was taken care of), Seaplane was the opposite.

Every left turn Alex took in his long term memory would bombard him with sex, constantly finding new (and much more than he wanted) information about Seaplane's character. Not only was he reckless and willing to dive into any situation without giving it a second thought, but he was also addicted to sex.

Literally.

Alex had never seen so many different coloured women and men in his life and all of them were willingly getting busy with his current body, different languages and rooms and windows all blurring together in a constant shift from one bed to another's. Seems Seaplane, in-game anyway, got around before the whole Jumanji thing came along.

While it had been worthwhile to look in Seaplane's mind for some answers to what he was feeling and why, he didn't expect the soul searching to affect him, almost a week passing or more before he picked up something was wrong.

By the week's end, Alex was so wound up he could barely think straight. Setting up the mosquito nets had almost made him tear one in half, hunting for dinner had ended with him only bagging some fish and a wild hare or two because his hands shook his weapon and made him miss too much and to make things worse, he was hard.

Painfully so.

All week after he'd looked back into Seaplane's memories, he had been getting wood left, right and centre randomly with no explanation. It woke him at night, sometimes it greeted him in the morning, sometimes it just came and went and then came back worse and there was one day where it didn't leave until well after nightfall and Alex was almost in tears.

He had tried to jerk off, as every man does to get rid of it, but no matter how much he stroked, it wouldn't leave and by the time it deflated, he was about to throw himself into a barrage of mosquitoes or use Seaplane's hidden pocket knife and cut the damn thing off.

Thankfully however, he refrained.

He soon figured out (after much experimenting and debating with himself) that it wouldn't go until he took care of it the old fashioned way and lately it had been the local tree population around his camp that took up his randiness, thankfully unable to fight him back as he did what he had to do, slamming Seaplane's misbehaving and unruly dick into a carved hole so he could get some peace in his life.