He doesn't. That's what you get for not having throw pillows or blankets.

Frantically looking around, Chris searched for something, anything to cover himself. But... nothing was readily available. The cushions were part of the sun loungers, and Chris could hardly put the one he wasn't sitting on over his chest and hope Steve wouldn't notice. But then what...? Maybe the umbrella? Like, nah... also super conspicuous... The swimming trunks? Also not working. He couldn't run around butt-naked, his cock... swinging in the... air... Chris' lips and tongue twitched slightly. He could even feel his mouth moisten again, saliva collecting in his gullet. He... he wasn't drooling over cock, was he?!

"Hey, man, I brought some what the fuck?!"

Steve stood in the door to the apartment, a glass with orange juice in one hand, the other hanging slack at his side. Mouth opening and closing silently, he stared at his roomie's breasts, dumbfounded. Chris clamped his hands over the new additions to his chest, gasping as they brushed over the sensitive tips capping them. But his futile attempt to hide them only served to create stunning cleavage. Steve's reaction was soon apparent, the fabric of his pants soon bulging obscenely at the crotch. And that bulge... Chris had seen Steve naked a few times when his room mate had stepped out of the bathroom, but he'd never paid much attention to what had been happening... below the belt.

But now, his eyes were drawn inexorably, magnetically downwards until Chris was staring at Steve's crotch, heart thumping in his ears. Taking a half-step forwards, Chris opened his mouth, tongue licking over his lower lip as the surfer began to drool a little; he could almost taste the thick, salty...

"What the fuck, dude?" Steve's incredulous exclamation broke Chris out of his stupor, the surfer's right quickly returning to his tit. When had he... "You've... you've got tits! Are you taking hormones or something?!"

"N-no, I'm not!" Although the details were still fuzzy, Chris remembered that all he did was... suck a girl's cock? Which made him grow tits? That couldn't be right, it was downright crazy! It had to have been a dream. "A-and my chest is just swollen 'cause... jellyfish! I was at the beach, and got stung by jellyfish!"

"Uh, there are no jellyfish around here. At least none that do that."

"S-so it got carried here by a current or something! It's just some swelling, it'll go away!" Face burning, Chris staggered past Steve and into the apartment. He did not want to discuss his chest with his room mate.

"Dude, even if it's just swelling, you should go see a doctor!" Steve was following Chris, but the surfer just wanted to get away, quickly walking towards his room while he tried to ignore the jiggling on his chest. Which wasn't easy, as Chris' tits pressed down into his palms with every step.

"Fuck off, man! I'll just sleep it off. Tomorrow, everything is gonna be back to normal!" Slamming his door closed behind him, Chris plopped down onto his bed, arms dropping to his sides, leaving his breasts to settle on his chest.

"Yeah, right..." Steve obviously didn't believe him. But at least he didn't follow Chris into the room. "Listen, I'll drag you to the hospital tomorrow if it's not better!"

"Like, what the fuck ever!" Why couldn't Steve leave him alone? Chris needed time to think! And all this yelling so didn't agree with his hurting throat!

"Don't think I won't do it! Just trying to help, dude."

Chris only answer was a groan. He could practically see Steve roll his eyes behind the door, but finally his roomie left. Taking his throbbing, drooling erection with him... Which didn't matter! At all! Chris did not want to wrap his lips around the trembling shaft and suck and lick until the churning balls rewarded him with thick, sticky cock milk... NO! What the hell was wrong with him?! There were more important things to think about than... cock... or were there? Thick, veiny rods, filling Chris hungry mouth, pistoning in and out until they pumped their tasty, salty seed down Chris' throat until his belly was sloshing with it... Like it had after the girl at the beach had had her way with him. God, that had been so fucking hot, her just using him like a toy. Remembering the fling in more detail, Chris realized that it hadn't been a dream. He had sucked off a girl, and it had been the hottest thing he'd ever done. So what? Blowing a girl wasn't gay! And he definitely was not hungering for dick! M-maybe he would be able to think straight after he ate something. Or got something to drink? And if he ran into Steve and his fat, girthy prick... Chris would not cram it into his gullet! God, what was wrong with him?!

Getting up, the surfer moved towards the door, not even thinking about covering his chest. His mouth and stomach felt so empty, lips and tongue tingling and twitching involuntarily...