Thanks @hopelessartgeek For This Beautiful Stucky As Cops On A Stakeout Making Out!

Thanks @hopelessartgeek for this beautiful Stucky as cops on a stakeout making out!

Hunter Cervenka

bearded Miami Marlins player

Beautiful commission of Bucky by @haflacky

Joining the Team - Chapter 4

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It didn’t take too long for Danny and Cody to go on their first date. He wanted to make up for being an absolute oblivious prick, but he didn’t want it to seem like it was a pity date either, so he waited a week then invited Cody out to the movies. It certainly didn’t hurt that his ginger mustache had gotten thicker in the interim. He wanted to feel its bristles rub up against his bushy beard, connecting the two men at a more intimate level, like a thousand tiny fiberoptic wires lighting up each other’s skin.

When they arrived at the theater and sat down, Danny put his arm around Cody and let him snuggle his head onto his shoulder while the previews played. He felt his entire body suffused in a warm glow, and he realized he was actually glad Carlos had been his first date. He wouldn’t have been this comfortable with Cody if he hadn’t figured out his feelings about men beforehand, and he wouldn’t have been happy, like, dating Carlos. He realized that now.

That didn’t excuse how shitty the pitcher had been, but Danny felt himself hoping Carlos would figure himself out. He put the other boy out of his mind and dipped his chin, feeling his beard push against Cody’s quiff of hair. About five minutes into the movie, Danny heard a weird sound. It sounded almost like… snoring? Laughing, he realized Cody had fallen asleep and was drooling on his shirt. He jiggled his shoulder a bit and Cody snapped upright, embarrassed. He shrunk away from Danny, wiping drool from his mouth. The sight of the back of his hand ruffling against his new mustache was too much for Danny to handle. He reached out and ran his thumb over Cody’s upper lip, feeling the short but thick hairs resist, then give way to his touch, scraping softly against the pad of his finger.

Each pinprick of roughness sent a new jolt of electricity through Danny’s body and his dick began to stiffen in his pants. Damn, how the fuck had he not realized he was into men earlier? He wanted to run his tongue across that glorious stripe of hair, back and forth, back and forth.

“Can I…” Cody murmured, before pausing, seeming to think the better of it. However, moments later, he set his shoulders and looked back at Danny, a new fire blazing in his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

Danny nodded. Their lips met in a crackling explosion that even surprised Danny. He felt like a fireball had erupted between them as Cody’s lips sent bracing heat coursing through his body. Cody’s mustache tangled in Danny’s, the odd hair making its way through the thatch to tickle at the soft skin underneath. Danny let his mouth fall open and Cody darted his tongue into his mouth, first in an exploratory flick, then in a deeper, more passionate surge, Danny’s tongue rising to meet it.

After what felt like years, Danny stopped kissing Cody and took a deep breath. He looked at the screen, where some dude whose name he didn’t know was yelling at a dude in spandex whose name he also didn’t know. Maybe a movie was a bad idea. He leaned in toward Cody’s ear. “Wanna get out of here?”

Cody nodded, his face flushing so beet red it nearly swallowed his freckles.

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Cody had barely talked on the ride home, just staring straight ahead and turning paler and paler. Once, Danny even asked if he needed to pull over so Cody could throw up or something. He just shook his head and gave a terse grunt.

Cody dashed into the bedroom as Danny held the door open. The second the lock clicked behind them, Danny found himself pressed flat against the door as Cody rushed him, hungrily slamming their lips together once more. As Cody bit his lip, Danny grinned internally. Fuck… He thought the situation in the car was just shy Cody doing his thing. Turns out he was way off. Cody just had so much sexual energy it took all his focus to contain it. Danny could work with that.

Cody grabbed the front of Danny’s shirt and a slight ripping sound caused him to judder to a halt. “Fuck, Dan, I’m sorry. Do you like this shirt? I can fix it.”

Danny smirked. “I fucking hate this shirt.”

Cody grinned devilishly, stuffed his fingers into the slight tear, and ripped the shirt down the middle, feverishly pulling the tattered remains down Danny’s swollen arms while tonguing his right nipple with ferocious abandon, the hairs on his mustache flicking against the tight nub, then leaving a path of kisses down to Danny’s abs.

Moving so quickly Danny could barely process it, Cody had unbuckled Danny’s belt, shoved his pants down around his ankles, and engulfed Danny’s cock in his hot mouth, bobbing backward and forward relentlessly. Danny groaned, grabbing the back of Cody’s short hair, and gently pulling him off his cock. “Slow down, cowboy. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Cody grinned. “I thought you might have realized that was my goal.”

Danny laughed. “Well, we have plenty of time. No need to rush.” He led Cody to the bed and began to undress him, savoring the way the other man’s smooth, freckle-dappled skin played against his rough fingertips.

Cody kissed Danny square on the mouth, his mustache getting tangled in Danny’s beard once more. Danny felt so blissed out he couldn’t quite trace the moments in between the kiss and having Cody’s condom-sheathed dick pumping in and out of his ass, but he didn’t care. This was technically his first time bottoming, but with his prostate sending white-hot supernovas of pleasure bursting through him, it wasn’t anything he really processed in the moment. With one hand bracing himself on the mattress and the other stroking that mustache, savoring the quivering thrill it sent through his entire body, it took all of Danny’s strength not to come then and there.

When Cody finally indicated he was about to finish, Danny let himself go entirely, awash in pleasure, until he shot and shot, spraying a waterfall of cum directly onto his own chest, individual droplets clinging to the profuse hair.

Cody grunted, kissed Danny one more time, slipped out of him, disposed of the condom, and collapsed on the bed, shouting “Fuck yes, Danny!” before murmuring “Fuck…” again and clapping one hand on his chest, taking deep breaths to level himself out.

Another “fuck!” alerted Danny to the thing that he should have been prepared for, but was too lost in an orgasm haze to remember.

The mustache that was mussed entirely out of shape from a combination of sweat and Danny’s not-so careful ministrations seemed to be straightening out. But that wasn’t the case at all. Instead of the hairs moving back into place, the entire mustache was expanding and growing beyond the end of the strands that were sticking out, becoming a thick, bold stripe across his face. The hairs gathered and grew on either end of his mouth, the weight of them seeming to drag the mustache down over his chin in a thick handlebar. Danny thought that was going to be the end of it, but the skin beneath the handlebar seemed to glow as if lit by a raging forest fire.

Ginger hairs began to sprout everywhere, like a time lapse video of a field of blazing red corn. Eventually, a thick red beard engulfed his entire face, giving him a much more masculine, square-jawed look. Cody was just staring at himself numbly in the mirror, but Danny rubbed his back. “Sorry, I’ll explain in a moment. Just take a deep breath. May I?”

Cody nodded and Danny began to run his fingers through the beard, feeling the long hairs flow through his fingers, rooted firmly in place as though they’d always been there, springing back when his hand passed them. His dick began to stiffen again, even though he’d just cum. He kissed Cody, placing a comforting hand on his chest, murmuring, “It’s going to be OK, I promise.”

He thought he could feel Cody pulling away, but he realized that his hand was just no longer touching skin. A mat of ginger hair had sprouted underneath it, pushing it gently away from Cody’s pec, which was also growing, becoming firmer and more muscular. As his other pec grew and hair began to sprout on it as well, Danny nuzzled his nose in the valley between the new muscles, enjoying the sandalwood and sweat scent of Cody’s skin. His nose began to tickle as hair began to sprout beneath it, and he gave the bat boy a long lick, feeling the growing hairs tangling and rustling against his tongue. Fuuuuuuuck… His dick gave a quick jolt, sending one last stray shot of cum hurtling into the mattress.

As hair etched itself down Cody’s stomach, which bulked with muscle even as it lost a little definition, veins popped out on his arms before being covered in a light ginger fuzz. Cody gave a shuddering moan - pleasure? fear? - as a tattoo inked itself around his upper left bicep, two thick, dark bands.

Danny’s body suddenly felt alive with electricity and he knew his change was starting too. There was only so much further he could go, but his arms pumped up a couple extra inches, his beard grew even bushier, and the sweaty hair on his head now draped in front of his eyes, dripping into the thick patch of chest hair that climbed ever so slightly higher onto his collarbone, threatening to engulf his entire neck. He threw a baseball cap over his messy hair (he’d have to get it shaved again, he missed that sleeker look), and turned to Cody. “OK, man, well clearly I’ve got something to tell you…”

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The next few months were a whirlwind. Danny and Cody fucked every night, sometimes more than once, before collapsing into a giddy heap and getting up first thing in the morning for practice. After enough fucking, Danny’s constant changing either stopped or reached enough of a plateau that he wasn’t transforming drastically each time. Cody hadn’t changed any more either since the first time, but he’d started to put in more time at the gym in addition to his extra hours at practice.

After Carlos and Coach Mark got into a huge fight that led to Carlos storming off the field, Danny suggested that maybe Cody could take his place. Nobody quite seemed to want to question that his skills had sharply improved at the same time he sprouted a beard seemingly overnight. Maybe they didn’t want to know. Maybe Danny’s newly shaved head gave him an air of experience and authority when he explained the made-up medical condition that he claimed Cody had developed.

The look seemed to have been catching on, too. Brian showed up with a shaved head just a week after Danny re-debuted his.

Coach Mark followed his example the next week, though that may have been an attempt to lean into his receding hairline.

After weeks of cajoling, Cody shaved off his ginger locks too, assured that between his new beard and thick body hair, he was still at a net gain. He and Danny were going hiking this weekend, and they couldn’t wait. Once he got to the top, he thanked Danny for making him shave his head beforehand, so he wasn’t dripping sweat all over the place.

Even with all the lineup changes, the team’s prospects had never looked better. Danny and Cody grinned as they made out passionately on top of the mountain, absolutely and perfectly content with their lives for the first time since starting college. It was gonna be a good, good year.

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bearded Miami Marlins player

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