It was Cole’s birthday, not that he let any of his pals know. He hadn’t completely ignored the day; the young man had gotten himself a gift. Thanks to his roommates, Cole was a bit buzzed as he pulled the box from under his bed. He opened the package and looked at its contents. He had been dying to play with it ever since he saw the box on the porch when he got in from work that evening. Cole had been trapped by his roommates Lon and Joe. He had thought the pair would never leave. Cole had made an excuse of a test to study for so begged out of the normal Thursday night bar hopping. Lon and Joe sat and passed around beers for a couple hours rather than leave. The two were in their usual high spirits as they joked and laughed. Cole was on pins and needles and had just about given up the hope that he would get any time in the house alone. Finally the happy pair grabbed coats and headed off into the snowy night but not before all three men were half drunk.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Cole had grabbed a couple more beers from the refrigerator and headed up to his room. At last, he stood studying the contents of the box and looking over the instruction booklet as he sucked on a long neck. He turned the box over onto his bed. There wasn’t much to it: just a few coils of hose, large plastic pump and a bag of rubber fittings. Cole felt a nervous spin to his gut as he studied the instructions. There was a supplement as part of the kit that he had taken as soon as he got home. The nervous man couldn’t believe he was going to finally try this. He had thought of little else since he discovered it online. Cole compared the kit components with the instruction manual. There were several hoses, a sort of T fitting and some soft rubbery pieces; one small and a larger longer one. Cole squeezed the bigger piece in his callused hand as he doubted he could actually use that one. It looked too much like some kinky sex toy. The big man shuttered even thinking about it.
Cole glanced up in the mirror. Even now he doubted that this would work. That it was all some hoax designed to part you with a pile of money. It had cost about a week’s pay but had sounded too good to pass up. Even if it was a rip off, Cole had to know for sure. Cole was a big man. He worked hard for his size. The man lived in the weight room and it seemed when he wasn’t there he was stuffing food down his throat. He had been bodybuilding since puberty had rewarded him with a stronger than average, stocky build. He worked out with one goal in mind: to pack on as much muscle as he could. Now in his early twenties and taking a leisurely pace toward a college degree, everybody thought of Cole as a jacked stud, well everybody but Cole. The man did a couple regional bodybuilding shows a year where he did well. Never a first place trophy yet but usually in the top three. Winning trophies wasn’t much of a goal for the man though; not that he minded the attention and meeting other likeminded guys. He had learned a lot by competing. Cole just loved bodybuilding and pushing his body …and growing. The man even enjoyed dieting to expose his jacked muscles. His buddies always raved on his size and strength and at an off season weight of 237, Cole had the look few achieved in real life. His body was covered with muscle; thick arms and legs bridged by a tiny waist. His broad shoulders and chest filled any shirt he wore marking him as jacked beyond the norm. Yet Cole wanted more…a lot more. He wanted to be outrageously huge. He had begun to fear he had tapped out his genetic potential as his gains seemed harder to come by now even with all the “supplements” he was on. The man was impatient. His pals around college envied his jacked build and joked about him hitting 250 someday and how massive he would be. “Barely able to move”, they would say. 250 was a given, Cole dreamed of hitting 300. He didn’t care that there was no practical reason to be so big unless you ranked in the top five of the Mr. Olympia or maybe played on a pro football front line. Truth be told Cole wouldn’t have minded hitting 350 or more. There was no limit to the size he dreamed of even if it slowed him down to little more than a slow moving muscle blimp with little aim in life but to push heavy weight. It would be his idea of heaven.
The idea of just being massive made him light headed and gave him a spin in his gut. Somewhere along the way, Cole had become a size freak. He couldn’t even explain it, even if he had too. Cole was firmly straight and with his good looks and muscle had no problems snagging girls but this muscle thing was something outside the norm. His growing muscle had always had sort of a kink appeal to the man. Early on when his body was responding to the weight lifting faster than any of his high school buddies, Cole found he would sometimes sprout wood when he flexed alone before a mirror. He was in the throes of teenage hormones and could throw wood over almost anything so didn’t give it much of a thought at first beyond a welcome reason to jack off. He reasoned the blood rushing to his pumped up muscles just made a bypass through his meaty dick along the route. Even Arnold had made some comments about the muscle pump being like sex. He figured he was just lucky like Arnold. That first year Cole had gained sixty pounds in ten months of lifting, putting the other gym rats to shame. Even the older guys around the gym began to notice him. He had guys accusing him of juicing even at 15. As his body grew and changed he found the growth hot. Now Cole wasn’t some pud jacking perv by any means and was happy that he had good control his dick. He could pose all day at the gym with no worry of pumping up ’down below’ but given a little privacy it was as if a switch tripped in his brain. It wasn’t like anybody else’s muscle turned him on it; it was just his own. It was Cole’s little secret. To the world he seemed laid back, even nonchalant about his bodybuilding. When friends went on about his future or his great size, Cole would at best just grin and shrug his broad shoulders as if one day he had woke up huge and that it took no effort at all to maintain. His roommates knew better but to the world the man just seemed gifted.
Cole unbuckled his loose fitting jeans and let them drop to the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head and pealed it inside out from his muscled 20 inch arms. Cole couldn’t believe he was really trying this. It was crazy…pure science fiction. He sucked the last of the beer from his long neck and belched. He wondered if the crazy procedure would make him belch …or maybe fart. The bodybuilder grabbed one of the hoses and threaded into the fitting on the pump. He picked up the smaller of the two fittings and squeezed it between his thumb and fore finger. It flattened out and then popped back to its original shape. It reminded Cole of ear plugs he wore to sleep during the day when he had the night job last summer. He attached the fitting to the end of the hose and looked down at his ripped belly. The man laughed at the prospect of what he was going to do. Well at least nobody knew about it. His roommates would go ape shit if they knew what he was going to try, he would never hear the end of it…trying to get bigger this way. Cole had to admit it was nuts but exciting too. The whole idea made him horny from the moment he found the ad online last week. The worst thing that could come of Lon and Joe finding out would be if it didn’t work. The pair would really go wild over the fact that Cole had dropped so much money on something so stupid. Well they would never know. Cole would keep it a secret like his special kink. The instructions had said the effects would be short lived…five or six hours generally. The more pumped you got the longer the effects would last. Cole wasn’t going to go crazy with it, just try it out a little. He spun the top off the next beer still thinking it wasn’t going to work anyway. He turned on his radio. Cole reasoned if it worked he would have a little fun and be back to normal by morning with no one the wiser. The hopeful man rationalized that at best it might give him a pumped up feeling like when he worked his muscles. Even if that was all it could do having a full body pump would be pretty cool.
Cole picked up the silicone tipped hose and rubbed his stubble covered muscled belly with the other hand. He then shoved the soft tip into his navel. He pushed and twisted it a bit not sure how it was supposed to fit but it did stay put. The man tentatively took up the fat pump and pulled out the plunger handle and paused. Cole pushed in on the handle. It barely moved but the hose stuck in his navel grew stiff and hard as a result of his efforts. It rose up in the air like a wire between his waist and the piston pump. Cole picked up the whole pump and held the base in one hand and the handle in the other. The muscles of his arms and upper body flexed as he tried again. It wasn’t going to work. It was like some sort of isometric exercise. Cole felt like a fool. He was disappointed.
Then suddenly the hose twisted in his belly and the handle began to compress, slowly at first. Cole was amazed but wondered if the air was just leaking out. He could hear a hiss as he purged the pump cylinder of air. He felt a flutter in his gut but then he had all night at the prospect of what possibly lain ahead. He pulled the handle back out and had almost forced it all the way in before he felt a pump in his abs. He had lost some of his cuts over the winter while he gained for the off season. His belly hadn’t swelled up like a pregnant woman’s by any means but the muscles had receded and the skin seemed thicker. Not now though, Cole’s abs had risen to the surface and were pumping up like and air mattress. The man stopped and laughed. It actually works… well at least his abs had swelled up. He held the pump back and examined his muscled belly almost shocked by what he saw and felt as he rubbed his hand over the swollen muscles.
The ad online had some amazing before and after shots. The suspicous bodybuilder knew the pictures could have been easily faked like most muscle building supplement ads that showed a guy in the off season with his belly shoved out like a beach ball and then completely contest ripped in the after shot as if it was all thanks to some magic muscle builder. There was never a mention of the fact the guy had dropped twenty pounds of fat between the photos and flexed his abs for the effect. The hopeful man had even suspected some photo morphing in the ad but if it had been morphing it was well done.
Cole pumped another full plunger in before he stopped and set the device on the bed and faced the big mirrored closet doors. He only wore his boxers now. His belly felt tight and was completely wrapped with bloated muscle. His obliques and the muscles of his lower back had joined in. He had a sharp Christmas tree look to his lower back, an effect he rarely achieved in competition. His oblique’s looked like plates of armor under the skin and accentuated his narrow waist like a corset. The man could only chuckle as he flexed before the mirror and wondered if the effect would stop there. Cole was bent forward sucking in his gut as he flexed his chest and arms when he felt a shift in the pressure and would almost swear he hear a hiss. At first he thought he had sprung a leak in his air filled abs. Then man’s left pec began to grow and then his right as the pressure in his waist slacked off some. He could actually see his pecs blowing up. His nipples seemed to tingle and swell.
Cole grabbed the pump and worked the handle hard as he watched and felt his upper body pump up. His shoulders and back soon joined in as if his muscle groups were joined by tiny rubber tubes as the air found homes in his more of his elastic muscles. Next his arms started to grow as the air pressure slipped down to his hands and he felt the pressure grow. The buzzed man worked the pump until he felt pressure all over his upper body. He dropped the pump onto his bed and gave the hose in his belly a twist and popped it free slowly as he sucked on his beer. The big man paused and listened. He wasn’t sure his muscles wouldn’t deflate when he removed the hose. They didn’t. The happy man flexed and examined his swollen muscles. Cole watched his reflection as he poked and prodded his new growth. He curled his arms toward his chest as he flexed his upper body. Cole couldn’t help but chuckle.
The big man pulled a sweat shirt from the closet. It was a pullover UA hoodie he had gotten for Christmas. Everybody tended to think of him as enormous so his sister had bought the biggest she could find. The hoodie was baggy but the man wore it anyway. Cole was never one to show off his build and he usually hid under several oversized layers when he worked out. He pulled the shirt over his head and shoved his arms in the sleeves. His back and traps had swelled so much that he had trouble pulling the material over his back. It took several tries before the shirt slid over his thick upper back and hung loose around his narrow waist. Cole’s handsome face broke into a broad grin. The hoodie now fit his enhanced body. It wasn’t skin tight by any means but the once tent sized pullover now dipped and rose over his bloated upper body and arms.
Cole grabbed the hose and slid it back into his navel with a bit more confidence this time and was soon working the pump hard. He watched the mirror as the shirt grew tighter and his muscles ballooned. Soon it looked as if he had a set of huge lineman shoulder pads on under the hoodie. Cole stopped working the pump and just admired the effect in the mirror. With some effort he pulled the deep hood up over his head, hiding it. He liked the effect as if his was some mysterious bull of a man and laughed as he imagined walking into the bar where his friends hung out all blown up like some anonymous blimp sized muscle freak. The man chuckled as he finished his beer and studied his reflection.
He couldn’t help but notice that his legs still looked normal under his inflated torso making an odd effect of it all. Cole happily walked to the mini frig in the corner and pulled out another beer. He was more than buzzed by now but was having too much fun to stop just yet. Cole screwed off another cap and nursed the bottle as he picked up the pump and slowly shoved the handle in as it rested on the bed. He loved the sense of pressure as his muscles slowly swelled up like balloons. The thick sweat shirt stretched as his muscles grew. Cole couldn’t help but be aware of his growing hard on. He stopped and reached into his soft cotton boxers and pulled his cock up and let it rest across his hip. He would give it a work out later. The growing man turned his attention back to the pump on the bed. His arms felt stiff as he brought the bottle to his plump lips. For the first time Cole noticed that his lips felt funny as if they too had bulked up. He looked in the mirror but wasn’t sure. He ran his upper teeth over his fat lower lip. The man kept up his absentminded pressure on the handle of the pump with one hand, his beer in the other. Just then there were several loud pops as his right shoulder erupted from the pullover as he brought the bottle to his lips. Cole stopped and looked at the mirror. His pale muscled shoulder was splitting the hoodie open. The big man laughed as he realized he had just ruined a shirt he had barely had time to wear. He grabbed the hem at his waist and started to pull it up to remove the hoodie but more pops filled the air and his left shoulder appeared. Cole let go of the hem and looked at his reflection as his swollen shoulders and arms wreaked havoc on the pullover. His neck looked huge and veiny as it stood surrounded by the folds of the hood. Cole grinned as he reached up with more than the normal effort to grab the material at his chin and ripped the tortured hoodie down the front.
Cole was amazed at the change as his pale wildly muscled torso immerged from the black material. He looked huge. His arms were easily 25 inches around. His shoulders were comically wide and capped with basketball sized delts. Cole’s traps stood thick and full and almost as wide as his shoulders had been at the start of this. His pecs were wide and full rising toward his dimpled chin and had started to block his view when he looked down. He still sported a wild V-taper but his abs and obliques were thick as hell and tortured his thin pale skin. His lats were so full they held his arms wide as if he was flexing when he wasn’t. Cole turned and couldn’t believe how thick his upper back was now. It overshadowed his lower back by at least five or six inches and was chiseled with over lapping bands of swollen muscle. The effect was crazy. Cole couldn’t help but flex and slap his pneumatic mass as he turned before the mirror.
The man looked extremely top heavy now. From the waist up he looked like a super freak. From the waist down his once jacked legs now looked sort of anorexic by comparison. Cole glanced down at the other fitting that came with the package. He squeezed it in his swollen somewhat stiff hand. It was soft and reached almost across his palm. As bad as Cole wanted to blow his lower body up, he had second thoughts about the means. He snatched another beer and sat down in the recliner by his bed. His shoulders were damn near as wide as the chair now. His back felt oddly padded now as he leaned back with his muscle bound arms held wide. He laughed as he nursed the beer trying to decide what to do. A song he loved came on the radio so he cranked it. He felt good. The man grabbed the instruction booklet and reread the segment on lower body augmentation. There was a foil pouch of lube that came with the kit.
As much as he resisted the idea of sticking anything in his ass, Cole couldn’t stop with half the effect. He sucked the beer dry as if it might give him courage before ripping open the foil pack and soaking the dildo like fitting that had a hose attached. He shoved the thing up the elastic leg of his shorts and then pulled them down enough to expose his bubbled ass. The man intended to keep his shorts on as if getting completely naked would make this part even stranger. The man lifted a foot up on the chair and pressed the
thing against his puckered ass. Cole chuckled to himself as the idea hit that he would have little worry about letting any air slip out once his legs were inflated as tight as his hole seemed to resist the fitting. Just then it slid in a bit then a bit more. Cole gasped as he felt it open him up. The man checked the instructions again and then pushed it all the way in until he felt his hole close tight around the hose. It didn’t feel horrible. Not as bad as he had expected. The thing slid around easily. He could feel it shift and squeeze in when he flexed his ass. The man would have hated to admit it but it felt good. He pulled his boxers back in place. Cole replaced the hose connecting the pump to the navel plug with the one in his butt. He pushed down on the pump and like before it barely moved but Cole just pushed with all his weight. There was a hiss and then he could feel his ass swell then the pressure flooded into his muscled thighs. The soft fitting in his ass seemed to vibrate which was almost a turn on. His cock stiffened a bit more.
Cole bent over the pump and worked it hard with one goal in mind: to equal out his pneumatic bulk. He felt the pressure grow as the air flooded into his legs. Every muscle in his lower body seemed to swell and balloon in unison to the pressure on the handle. Cole would steal glances at his reflection but most of his attention was on working the pump. When he pushed the handle in he felt a tingle in his balls as well as a throbbing of the fitting in his ass. It was driving him wild. Once he got completely pumped up there would be no option but to jack. He was so horned right then. As he worked he reached down and pulled the legs of his cotton briefs up high freeing his thighs to balloon.
Cole worked the pump for some time. He glanced up at the mirror. His legs were huge. His thighs now looked almost oval shaped they had grown so wide and yet they were completely cut up with muscle. His knees looked miniscule by comparison but his calves were big balls and even his shins were wide and flushed with muscle. Cole’s feet even felt different; longer and his toes felt stiff. He shifted sideways. His ass was still dimpled but had to be twice as big. The twitching hose feeding his growth disappeared between two swollen muscled globes that tortured his skin.
Cole laughed as finally he was satisfied that he had evened out his extreme growth. The drunken man was happy even though whenever he looked down his view was blocked by his swollen chest. His bull neck even seemed hard to turn now. All he could actually see when he look down was the pale swell of his pecs and the front half of his round shoulders. His arms were stiff when he bent them and while he could get a good look at his jacked forearms his biceps would lock his elbow out before he could touch his face now. The man was just enormous.
Cole was so busy now trying to examine the wild effects that he didn’t know where to look. He moved and flexed as he stole glances at his reflection between looking down and poking his bloated flesh. He felt great. He loved the feeling of pressure as his muscles fought against his tight skin as well as the sense of new bulk. Cole just felt massive… and clumsy but since this rapid gain was a short term effect, even the clumsiness was fun. The fact that he had been drinking beer all night didn’t help as he was light headed on top of it all. His thighs were so bloated they shifted over top of one another with every step. Cole imagined the reaction he would get if he waddled into the weight room looking hulked out as he now was. The crew would freak.
Cole dropped down into the recliner and rocked back flipping the leg rest up. He felt enormous as the pressure grew once he hit the chair. He was so swollen now it felt as if he rested on some thick cushion that held him higher off the chair. The swollen man was so horny. Cole’s mind drifted to some of his girls who were only too happy for a little fun with the meaty good looking jock. Sure some girls might have been turned off by his bigger than average muscled build. He had heard the comments and some snickers as he walked across campus. Thankfully, just as many were attracted to it. Cole chuckled as he wondered what his female fans would say now that he had really blown up like he had a full body erection. He knew one girl who would be wild over his growth; Carly. She was a freak in bed and was crazy about his jacked muscles. He had no doubts she would go wild over this new bulk and happily ride him like a roided pool toy.
His stretchy cotton shorts had stretched along with his lower body. His boxers now hugged his half hard bulge and had slid so deeply into his crack that they were working the device in his ass with every move. He rolled up on one hip and tried to pull the material out of his ass to no avail. Cole reached down for his hidden cock only to find his muscles weren’t the only thing that had grown. It was huge…no beyond huge! Not only that his ball sack was as big as a melon. It felt thick skinned and soft except for his actual nuts. Cole could feel two orange sized nuts shifting inside as if floating inside a gel filled nut sack. Rubbing his hands over his balls made them tingle and drove him wild. The big man tried to look over his pecs to get a real look at his package but couldn’t see beyond his upper body bulk. He grabbed the arms of the chair to pull himself up but only struggled as he kicked his legs. Cole glanced up at the mirror. His desk chair blocked his view of his cock and balls. The swollen man stretched out and swatted the chair aside. Cole was astounded at what he saw. He watched his reflection as he slid his hand over the soft cotton coated bulge. His cock was almost a foot long and as fat as his forearm. It wasn’t even fully erect.
Cole couldn’t take his eyes off the thing. He reached down and gently lifted it through his baggy shorts. It didn’t feel like an inflated balloon, it had some heft to it… like a… spongy water balloon. That was the only thing he could think off to compare it to. The dazed man gently rubbed his broad hand over the cotton covered bulge as he tried to make sense of it. It was so sensitive to the touch. Like a hundred times more sensitive. The thing both terrified and captivated Cole. He lifted it again gently as if it might suddenly pop if handled roughly. His baggy shorts slid over it as he petted the thing.
The man’s mind was flooded with many thoughts at once. How did this happen? Was there mention of this effect in the instructions? What if it stayed this way! Cole argued with himself. ‘Calm down, it was only temporary.” He reasoned, yet he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if it didn’t shrink back to normal…to go through life with theses giant bulges between his legs. His cock was damn near as big as a loaf of bread while showing signs it intended to get bigger, not to mention his nuts… he couldn’t imagine going through life with this kind of bulge in his pants. Just then a nut slipped out of his shorts. It was like an ostrich egg or something. For lack of anything better to do, Cole tucked it back inside. The drunken man thought if he got stuck this way he would have to get a special made jock about the size of a basketball to support this thing or it would soon be sagging past his knees. Then his mind suddenly shifted to Carly. There was no way she could handle this…no woman could… short of an Amazon of cartoon proportions. Cole was working himself into a snit. He closed his eyes and tried to run his hands over his face before he realized his arms were too swollen to reach. His head spun. For the first time he wished he hadn’t drank so much beer. He opened his eyes as he reminded himself once again that it was a short lived effect. By morning he would be normal.
Cole dropped his hands to the bulge and did what felt good at the time. He stroked and kneaded his giant cock through the soft fabric. The thing stiffened a bit and slid over his muscled thigh. His cock head emerged out the leg of the boxers. It was huge… bigger than his fist. The piss slit looked big enough to slip his pinky into. Cole reached down and ripped his shorts in two and stared at the massive thing resting on his thigh. Cole was indeed a freak now.
Just then his desk chair fell over hitting the plastic pump. The weight of the chair forced the handle in and more air to flood into the air muscled man. It was as if most of the air fluttered through his taint and inflated his cock and balls even more. Cole gasped as his cock pumped up more stiffly and shifted on his lap as if coming awake. It climbed up his leg toward his deeply quilted belly. The big man sat frozen for a moment and then with a flutter of jacked arms and legs fought his way to his feet. He grabbed the pump and forced another blast into his body. Again he felt a ripple through his nuts and his mammoth sized dick rose in the air ever so slightly. He reached down and rubbed his hand over the huge cock lifting it gently. It was like petting a hairless puppy except a lot more fun. Cole squatted a bit and then began to swing his hips feeling the weight of his huge endowment swing back and forth between his legs for a moment. This was unreal!
Cole really regretted the eight or nine cans of beer he had drunk. He wished he could clear his head so he could enjoy this moment more. He staggered toward the bed dragging the pump behind by the rubber tail stuck between his bubbled ass cheeks. The huge man noticed the last piece of equipment on the mattress: a T- shaped fitting attached to a short hose still in the plastic bag. The big guy grabbed it with one hand while he pulled the pump up on the bed with the other. As quickly as his drunken inflated arms allowed, Cole replaced the hose on the pump with the short T line and then attached the butt plug line to one side of the T and the belly line to the other. Once he had stuffed the hose back into his navel, the man was ready to go. The size obsess bodybuilder was so drunk now he leaned against the post on the foot of the bed for support as he worked. Next time he played with this, he would be stone sober.
Cole moaned as he forced the pump handle in again and felt the pressure build through his entire body. His stiffening dick rubbed against the thick sleeping bag he used as a blanket. He was so horny; Cole couldn’t put it off any longer. He balled up his sleeping bag and pulled pillows forward as he climbed onto the big bed. He pulled pillows under his thick chest and shoved his giant cock into the nest made out of the sleeping bag. Cole was so dizzy once he lied down that he had to slip one leg to the floor to counteract the spinning in his head. Then the man stood the pump up beside him on the mattress and started pumping more air into his jacked body while he fucked the padded nest. It felt so good that the man couldn’t help but groan out loud but he knew there was no one to hear. Soon he was repeating “oh fuck oh fuck” as the pressure grew and his back arched. The whole experience all rolled together was driving him wild. He felt like a blimp and each slow push of the handle made his skin feel tighter. Suddenly he rose up with his head back toward the ceiling as if his full body erection had reached maximum pressurization. The man looked like a trembling over roided statue as he gasped. Then he blew again and again into the bedclothes. The man thought it would never end but when it did, Cole collapsed onto the bed exhausted and covered with sweat. His jacked arms draped over the mound of pillows. His bare ass was thrust in the air and one massive leg on the ground stabilizing him. Cole was exhausted. The man immediately fell into a deep sleep. With his last rational thought he slowly reached back for the sheet and pulled it over his ass. The man slept like he was dead despite the blaring radio at his side.
A cab pulled up to the curb outside. Lon reached up and shoved the free ride coupon the bar hands out at closing time into the driver’s hand. He tried to pull a tip from his pocket but probably never realized he only came up with twenty four cents in odd change. He shoved Joe out the taxi door in front of him but held onto a wad of his winter coat to keep the drunken man on his feet. As the door slammed, Lon slurred, “Stand up you drunk bastard!”
Joe tried to shrug him off and reached back with a jacked arm to push him away will he staggered into the deep snow of the yard “Who you calling drunk?”
Lon grinned and let go of his friend’s coat. Joe fell face first into a mound of snow at the curb. The big man struggled trying to get to his feet and salvage some scrap of dignity but Lon was on him in a flash shoving snow into his face, “That ought to sober you up.” The laughing man shoved an arm full of snow into Joe’s coat for good measure and pulled then heavy zipper close over the mound. The two drunk men rolled around wrestling like bear cubs as the snow fell heavily around them.
Joe broke free and climbed up the trunk of a tree until he was on his feet all the while trying to shake the snow out of his clothes. He looked at Lon rolling on his back laughing at him. The wind was strong and wiping the fresh snow down the street. Joe raised a thick leg and dropped down on Lon like a WWF star as he threw an elbow. Lon rolled away.
Soon Lon was up pulling Joe with him. “Shut up asshole, you’ll wake the neighbors. You act like you’ve never been drunk before.” Lon had his arm over the man’s wide shoulders and was shoving a wad of winter coat over his chest as the good friends laughed.
In the quiet they heard Cole’s radio blaring and looked up to see every light on in the house. Joe slurred, “Can you believe that bastard didn’t tell us about his birthday today? Like we aren’t good enough to know or something. Like we aren’t his best friends or some shit. No like he’s too good for us or something. That’s what it is. I say we go upstairs and roll him out his window. That snow drift is at least six feet deep. It won’t hurt him, much.”
Lon reached down and pulled a large bottle of Jack Daniels from his deep pocket on his parka. “Don’t be stupid. I say we still got plenty of time to party and then we will see how the stud does on his test in the morning while he’s still drunk!”
Joe added, “Hell the way this storm is brewing, they’ll problem shut down the college anyway.” The man still thought his idea had real merit. The two beefy guys laughed as they staggered to the house as the heavy snow swirled around them.
To be Continued