FOR MEN
Two trans bros order a bottle of t-gel off the dark web. The usage instructions are a little unconventional.
Trans M/Trans M/A bottle of t-gel: Object fucking, t-gel bukkake, frotting, oral sex, unsafe use of medication, vaguely magical HRT
Someone was banging at Neil’s door. It was barely 9pm, way too early to get up.
“Neil!” the motherfucker called, “Neil! Open the door! I know you’re up!”
“I am now! Fuck!” Neil yelled back and stumbled out of bed and then the two steps to his door.
Behind it was, obviously, Virus. He grinned broadly, his fried mullet freshly dyed a horrible alien-green, and he had a plastic bag in his fist that he was waving at Neil.
“Bro,” Virus said and pushed past Neil, “You gotta see this.”
And because Neil could never say no to Virus, he followed. He’d flopped his gangly self down on Neil’s mattress — getting a new bed frame was a pain in the ass — and was digging around in his plastic bag until he finally, triumphantly, held up a small plastic bottle. Neil stared at it with confusion. It was an ugly black and green color and said “FOR MEN” on the front in Monster Energy font. The exact same alien-green of Virus’s hair.
“What the fuck is that?” Neil asked tiredly and sat on the bed next to Virus. He was in his boxers, but him and Virus had given each other enough brojobs for it to not matter.
“It’s T-gel!” Virus said proudly and started unscrewing the cap.
“What the fuck,” Neil told him and snatched the bottle, turning it around in his hand, looking in vain for some sort of ingredient label.
“Got it from the dark web,” Virus told him and snatched it back.
“You’re not going to use it are you?” Neil told him, horrified.
Virus grinned. “Bearwolf swears by it. It’s supposed to make your dick bigger.”
Neil gave Virus a playful slap. Bearwolf was one of their Discord friends who was from Russia or something and always had the worst DIY ideas. Besides, they were both already pretty hung in the tdick department.
“I can’t believe you fell for one of those dick enlarging scams. Can’t believe they make them for tboys now!”
Virus looked up at him with big, earnest eyes. Fuck.
“Bearwolf says it works. I saw the pictures!”
He unscrewed the cap. A sweet, alcoholic smell filled the air. It didn’t smell like T-gel at all, but at the same time — it did. And for some reason Neil could feel his dick getting hard. He shifted uncomfortably, but the resulting friction just made it worse.
“Do you just like, put it on?” Neil asked, voice strained. He could see Virus’s bony neck under his loose, white shirt, flushed red like it always was when Virus was horny.
Virus crawled up to him, the bottle in his hand.
“Nah, man,” he whispered, “You gotta put it on your dick.”
“Okay,” Neil breathed out and held out his hand.
Virus grinned at him, and whenever Neil had seen that grin he knew he was in trouble. Virus’s free hand wandered to the waistband of Neil’s boxers.
“I have a better idea, bro,” Virus said and pulled Neil’s boxers down.
Before Neil knew it, he had his hand wrapped around the ribbed plastic bottle, fingers intertwined with Virus’s, and he was staring down at the mouth of the bottle, his dick aimed at it.
The liquid inside it was clear, and the opening of the bottle was made of squishy green plastic, the hole the perfect size of a stroker.
“Come on Neil,” Virus urged. Neil could feel his hot breath against his skin.
Neil plunged in before he could stop and think.
The gel was cold, and the plastic bottleneck hugged his dick tightly. Immediately he was hit by an intense wave of need, and he started fucking into the cold gel, feeling it burn on his sensitive dick. His fingers dug into the hard plastic. The awful “FOR MEN” label glared at him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Virus groaned.
Neil moaned. He needed more, more, and he pushed the bottle into his crotch so hard it hurt, needing to go deeper, as deep as he could into the cold, slick, burning sensation.
“Neil,” Virus rasped, “Neil, look, it’s working.”
Neil looked down to the mouth of the bottle. He carefully pulled out, groaning as the slick plastic slid over his dick… And slid, and slid.
His dick kept going, much longer than the 2.6 inches it used to be. A hard, flushed red dick at least six inches long hung between his legs, foreskin pulled back, twitching eagerly to go back in.
“Holy shit,” Neil said.
“Holy shit,” Virus agreed and leaned forwards.
“Virus, what — ” Neil could just get out before he felt Virus’s hot mouth on his dick, licking and sucking greedily.
“Fuck Neil,” he gasped between licks, “It tastes so good.”
Neil was going to fucking lose it. His fingers tunneled into Virus’s shitty alien-green hair, and then he was coming, hard and with a hoarse scream.
His hand squeezed the bottle of gel, and it erupted with a wet squelch, spraying gel all over them both, tiny droplets of cool gel covering their hot, sweaty skin, getting in their hair and mouths and eyes. Everything smelled like alcohol wipes and sex, and Virus crashed into him, biting more than kissing Neil with the sharp taste of the gel on his lips. He was running so hot, their dicks bumping against each other in a delicious slide of slick skin and —
“Virus, your dick,” Neil gasped when he looked down at where they were frotting.
“Yeah. Sick, isn’t it? I told you it would work,” Virus replied, and he had that Virus grin on his lips when he wrapped his hand around their cocks and started jerking them off.
“Fuck,” Neil said in one, long, drawn out moan.
“There’s one thing Bearwolf said we need to do,” Virus panted, and Neil could see him fumbling for the bottle of gel Neil had crushed. “Come on, Neil.”
Virus jerked them faster and faster and harder, and he held the mouth of the bottle over their dicks, and — Neil could feel a strange pressure gather at the base of his dick. Almost as if —
“What the — ” he gasped, and then he came again, with a rush of pleasure so intense his vision whited out.
When he came to, Virus was sitting next to him, screwing the cap on the bottle of gel. He still had his big grin on his face, smiling down at Neil the way Neil had always hoped he’d smile at him, cheeks flushed red. Neil looked down on himself and saw there still was a good four inch of flaccid dick between his legs. He looked over to Virus’s pasty legs. He was packing too. It had worked, somehow.
Virus shook the bottle of gel. Neil could hear liquid sloshing around in it.
“What — ” Neil blurted out.
“Now we send this off to the next guy,” Virus said smugly and bent down to kiss him.
