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From the Archives: Doors (alternate ending)
🕑 Added 2024-10-18 14:00:15 +0000 UTC(If you read yesterday's, scroll down to the break for the alternate ending.)
Brad sighed and kicked at a rotting baseboard, dislodging a damp clump of moss. They’d been wandering around the decrepit old house for the past hour. It had been fun at first. The house definitely lived up to it’s creepy reputation. Kyle, his friend that had drug him out here, never could resist poking around a creepy old house. Put that creepy old house in the middle of the woods and it was irresistible.
All through college, Kyle had been dragging Brad into abandoned building after abandoned building. Even now in their adult life, the first thing Kyle did was look for places to explore whenever they went somewhere new. And this house was like the holy grail of exploration. He’d listened to Kyle go on about how it had been almost impossible to find out anything about it. None of the usual sources came up with anything. He’d been about to give up when he found a subthread on a “local hauntings” website where a person mentioned finding the house. Kyle reached out and discovered that the person and his friends had been too creeped out to go inside, but they were kind enough to point Kyle in the right direction. A few months later Brad had flown out from the west coast to meet up with his friend in a nowhere Virginia town.
It was almost disappointingly easy to find. After such a hunt, Brad had been picturing a slog through dense, mountain forests. Instead, after a couple hour drive down a numbered state route, and a few turns down unnamed dirt roads lined with long-abandoned camping shacks, he and Kyle were hoofing it through a gorgeous mountain valley. Brad loved that part. He’d always been an avid hiker and all around athlete. At 28, he was just as fit as he’d been ten years earlier, if not more so. He was six feet of bulging, sculpted muscle. Every inch of him was perfectly proportioned, including his strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and short cropped blonde hair. The warm mountain air had felt good on his exposed, rippling arms hanging out of the baggy tanktop he had on. Even if they didn’t find the house, he was content to just poke around the forest.
Kyle was significantly more driven. Brad followed behind his obsessed friend, letting him lead the way. They caught up while they hiked, talking about the usual subjects of girlfriends and workout routines and sports. They made fun of each other like always, but Brad had known the other man long enough to know when Kyle was on a mission. He watched his friend’s brow furrow under his shaggy brown hair, his face still having the same boyish looks he’d always had. Kyle hadn’t slouched on keeping himself in shape over the years either. He wasn’t as built as Brad, but he was every bit as cut. When he lifted his tshirt to wipe the sweat from his face, Brad couldn’t help but be impressed by the shredded abs he saw underneath.
Just when it looked like they were on a wild goose chase, the forest abruptly opened in front of them to form a large clearing. In the middle sat an old, decaying farmhouse. There was a broad porch that covered the front, with a set of rickety steps leading down to a dirt trail that disappeared in the scrubby undergrowth. Two windows sat on either side of the wide, tall front door, with two more directly above them on the upper floor. The other sides of the house were similarly arrayed, with upper and lower windows giving the impression of a basic, box-shaped house. The wood on the outside was worn and bare, any paint having long since peeled. Unlike most of the places they explored there were still panes of glass in the windows, but that wasn’t surprising given the house’s remote location.
Kyle had practically sprinted inside while Brad took his time. Despite the bright, noonday sun pounding down on the clearing, he got a chill just looking at the place. He understood why the people who’d given them directions decided not to go in.
If they had, they probably would have been disappointed. The hesitant blonde hadn’t known what to expect exactly, but what he got was a lot of nothing. Brad had no idea how old the house was, but it wasn’t wired for electricity or running water. The insides were completely devoid of any furniture or other evidence of someone having lived there. Faded paint peeled from the walls and the wooden floors were dirty and splintered. The front door opened on a large room that led into an old kitchen with another room off to the side. The upstairs was equally bland, with a short hallway being lined by two rooms on either side. There was no basement or attic that they could see. There was also nothing overly creepy about it. They’d been in abandoned hospitals and factories and sewers that were objectively more terrifying than a plain house in the middle of the woods, but Brad couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. The longer they were inside, the worse it continued to get. He’d never had a panic attack before, but despite the bright light filtering in through the dirty windows he was starting to feel trapped and claustrophobic.
“Get your fill yet?” Brad asked, trying to sound calm.
Kyle heaved his lean shoulders and sighed, looking around. They’d been in the house for an hour and he hadn’t found anything remotely interesting. After all his searching, he couldn’t help but feel let down. “Yeah, I guess,” he said, giving the upstairs room a final look. He was starting to wonder if the reason no one talked about this place is because there was no reason to. “Kind of a let down.”
“It’s a nice hike, at least.” Brad wanted to push Kyle down the hallway as his friend lingered, giving each room a final, passing look.
“I just can’t believe there was nothing here. I mean, what was the hype about? The website had a picture of a scrawled journal entry that said ‘Can’t believe it might be real.’ What couldn’t they believe? And why aren’t there ANY records of who built this place or owned the land? There’s never been a town anywhere nearby until recently.” Kyle had inspected literally every inch of the rooms, looking for anything hidden. He’d tapped the walls and the floors in search of hollow hiding areas but had come up empty handed.
Brad patted him on the shoulder. “I dunno man. It’s probably all just bullshit. I’ll say this, though…the place gives me the creeps in a big way.”
Kyle laughed. “Really? I haven’t noticed anything feeling weird.”
“That’s because you’ve been on some Davinci Code mission. This whole place is weird. I can’t put my finger on it but doesn’t something just feel…off? I mean, yeah, it’s just an empty house. But it’s like there’s something just out of view, ya know?”
“I think you’re just getting skittish in your old age,” Kyle laughed. He stopped at the base of the stairs, sticking his head into the kitchen a final time while Brad hurried towards the door.
“Uh…dude?”
Brad’s shaky voice got Kyle’s attention. He turned to see his large friend stumble backwards out of the front room, pale and sweating. “What?”
“The, uh, the door…” Brad stammered. “It’s not there.”
Kyle crossed his arms over his lean chest, his thin lips breaking into a half smile. “Heeeere we go,” he laughed, assuming Brad was just fucking with him. His blonde friend had been unaccustomedly silent the whole time they were inside.
“I’m not kidding!”
Kyle didn’t like the shrill edge to Brad’s voice. His friend had never been a good actor. “What do you mean it’s not there?” He pushed past Brad’s broad frame and into the front room.
Brad came in after him and pointed at the solid wall. “This is where we came in, right? Do you see a door?”
Kyle gave a nervous laugh. The familiar windows were there, but the door was absent. “We just got turned around. Come on.”
The two stepped back into the hallway. They had barely crossed the threshold when the light suddenly changed. It was still early afternoon. Bright sunlight had just been streaming in through the windows in the other room. “What the fuck…” Brad turned back and saw significantly dimmer light filtering in, as though the sun was setting. Then he noticed the windows were in different spots altogether. “Jesus!”
“Fuck!” Kyle paled when he spun and saw the altered room.
“Dude…what the fuck did you get me in to?” Brad’s voice trembled.
“I…no, no…this isn’t possible. We just need to figure this out…” Kyle said, more to himself than Brad.
Not knowing what else to do, Brad reached a shaking hand out and pulled the door shut. They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Brad swung it open again. “Fuck! Fuck!” he yelled, pulling his hand back like he’d been shocked. Now there was a large, round window, like one that would be on the second story of a victorian home. There was nothing like it in the house they’d just explored. It didn’t even match the style. The two tentatively approached the window, noting that the light had changed yet again.
Kyle gasped loudly while Brad was too stunned to do anything other than stare as they found themselves looking down on a large body of water outside. The forest was gone entirely, replaced by a long stretch of beach. “We…need to get out of here…” Kyle said quietly. It took all of his willpower not to give into the panic washing over him.
Brad wasn’t so composed. The panic he’d been pushing down hit him like one of the impossible waves outside. “Fuck this!” The burly blonde turned and bolted from the room.
“Brad! Don’t take off! We shouldn’t separate!” Kyle’s call fell on deaf ears. He watched Brad round the corner into the kitchen and took off after him. “Dude! Fucking wait up at least!” He’d been so focused on catching up to Brad that Kyle didn’t realize how far he’d run. Even the sounds of Brad’s running feet had faded into a distance that didn’t seem possible. Behind him, now a good distance down what should have been a short hallway, the door slammed shut on its own. Kyle was plunged into darkness. The light that should have been bleeding in from the other rooms was nowhere to be found.
Kyle stopped running and closed his eyes, calmly counting to ten and taking deep breaths. As much as his frantic brain was screaming at him to keep running, he knew barreling down a dark hallway was the last thing he should do. “Calm people live. Calm people live. Calm people live,” he said over and over again to himself. He pulled the small flashlight from his pocket and forced his eyes back open. He swung the light back and forth, illuminating a hallway that was clearly much longer than should have been possible. Instead of being near the corner that Brad had turned, he was looking down a long, straight passageway. It was so long that the beam of his flashlight didn’t reach the end. The corridor was punctuated with doors, but was otherwise the same splintered wooden floors and peeling walls that it had been. “Brad!” Kyle’s voice echoed into the dark. “BRAD!” He waited in silence, hoping for a reply that never came. “Okay…okay…one foot in front of the other,” he muttered to himself, taking the first step. He focused on maintaining a slow, even pace, counting his steps to keep from screaming
Kyle had no idea how far he actually walked in the darkness. The repetitive surroundings made him feel like he was walking on a treadmill. He finally thought of trying to call or text Brad, but where they’d had a spotty signal before, now his phone wouldn’t even turn on. Not having a watch, this also meant he had no way of telling how long he trudged on. In his panic every minute felt like hours. He kept yelling for Brad until his throat started to hurt, at which point he started to think about food and water. He had a few water bottles with him, but, as impossible as it seemed, if he was trapped in here he didn’t have more than a few energy bars for food. He’d tried some of the doors as he passed, to no avail. The knobs wouldn’t turn and the doors themselves didn’t budge, as if someone had cemented them shut. After trying yet another unsuccessful door, he slumped against the wall and sank to the floor.
At first he thought he was imagining the noise. It sounded like a faint, far away clicking or tapping. Kyle held his breath. The clicking grew louder and he could hear a very distinct rapid, uneven tapping. It wasn’t just getting louder; it was coming down the hall towards him. He jumped to his feet and shut off the light, praying that whatever it was wouldn’t see him in the total darkness. There was a brief pause, but any hope that the sound would pass him by was dashed when it started coming straight for him again. With no other options, Kyle braced himself and turned the light back on just as a shambling, stumbling shape fell into the beam. It lunged forward in quick, awkward steps. It was almost on top of him before Kyle realized what he was looking at. “Brad?”
The figure stopped. “Kyle…? Kyle! Is that really…?”
Kyle lowered the light so he wasn’t blinding the other man and took a slow step forward. “Yeah…is that really you? Where’d you run off to?” He hesitated when Brad started walking towards him, bringing the clicking sound with him, but it quickly became clear what was causing the sound. “Holy shit! What…what the fuck happened to you?!” The other figure was indeed his friend, but in a very different outfit than when he’d left. When he’d taken off down the hallway, Brad had been wearing a tanktop, baggy cargo shorts, and hiking boots. Now, Brad’s sculpted torso was bare, his bulging pecs glistening with sweat and heaving as he caught his breath. His shorts were gone, as were the boxer briefs Kyle knew his friend wore. In their place was a small pair of red lace panties that didn’t come close to containing Brad’s girthy package. His long, thick cock and meaty balls hung out to one side against an exposed, meaty thigh. The source of the clicking sound and the cause of the awkward shambling were the pair of red, shiny latex stiletto heels that covered his rocky calves up to his knees. Brad’s stunned, relieved expression was hard to read as it was buried under the copious amounts of blush, lipstick and eyeliner adorning his face.
Kyle was too stunned to do anything other than let Brad wrap his burly arms around him. “Oh thank god!” Brad said as he squeezed his friend. “I didn’t think it was really you. This place…it…we have to get out of here!”
“Whoa, whoa, easy,” Kyle said, rubbing his friend’s broad back. Strange outfit or not, he was just as relieved to see Brad. “What the hell happened?”
Brad reluctantly let go and took a step back. He turned a shade of red to match his heels when he looked down at himself. “Fuck! I’d hoped it wasn’t real…” he stammered, trying his best to stuff his package into the sheer panties. He managed to fit his thick hose inside, but his heavy balls were left pressing out the sides. “I don’t know what happened. I started running down the hall but it…changed…while I ran. I thought I was turning a corner but instead I ran into a dark room and then I…” he trailed off and turned away, letting Kyle see how little of Brad’s ample, bubble butt the panties covered.
Kyle put a hand on Brad’s broad shoulder. “It’s okay…take your time.”
Brad took a deep breath. “It’s not….it’s not possible…”
“Just get it out and we’ll worry about possible later.”
“I ran into the dark room and the door slammed shut behind me. All of a sudden it felt like the floor gave out and I started falling. I thought I was a dead man. I fell for so long. Or at least it felt like I did. It was pitch black. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. I yelled, but I couldn’t even hear myself.” He paused to take a deep breath. “Then I stopped falling. Only I didn’t slam into the ground. I was on something soft. Kneeling. It wasn’t dark…my eyes were just closed. And I wasn’t screaming anymore I was…” Kyle was patient while Brad struggled to speak. The addled Blonde’s face was glued to the floor. “I was moaning. Whatever was happening felt better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I was so confused. I opened my eyes but it…it couldn’t have been what I saw.” Brad swallowed hard, his whole body trembling to match his shaking voice. “I was in a bedroom. Not one of these rotted out ones…a real one. Fancy bed, nice furniture, lit candles. But I wasn’t me. I mean, I WAS me, but not THIS me…” He gave a shocked laugh. “Dude, I know it sounds crazy. I was me, I was Brad, but I didn’t look like this,” he said, motioning to his gym-built frame. “I was small and thin. I didn’t have any muscle on me. I had these soft little arms that could barely hold myself up and just about everything jiggled when…”
“When what,” Kyle asked after Brad fell silent.
“There was a mirror on the dresser facing the bed. Imagine how surprised I was to see my face, covered in makeup, on a scrawny body.” Brad laughed again, on the edge of hysterics. “I had this tiny little dick,” he said, raising a pinky finger. “I don’t even think it was hard. It was just there. And you,” he said, turning to face Kyle, “were just giving it to me from behind. God…you towered over me. I…I didn’t know what to do. It all felt so good…so natural. I just squirmed while your dick plowed into me. I’ve…I’ve never felt like that. So small. I’m bigger than you!” Brad spat almost angrily, puffing out his chest. “But you seemed absolutely massive and I…I loved it.” Brad’s anger was gone just as suddenly as it had appeared and he started giggling. “This is shock, right? Me saying this stuff…this is the shock talking, right? If it’s not I think I’d go crazy.”
“Easy man, just…easy. How is that…I mean…I wasn’t there, I’ve been stuck here. I’m not…?” Kyle had no idea what to say. The thought of fucking the blonde jock in front of him wasn’t even a possibility, yet something had clearly happened to Brad.
“No, I know. It wasn’t you. Not…this…you. It just all felt so right. But I knew it wasn’t. I knew if I stayed there much longer I’d never get out.” Brad’s voice was strained. “It was so hard. Part of me actually wanted to stay there. But I threw myself off the bed and bolted for the door. When it opened I went from a plush bedroom back to this hallway. I started running before I even realized I was back in my right body.” He took a deep breath. “I thought maybe I just fell and hit my head, but how does that explain the clothes? And it felt so real. Just thinking about it I can still…” he trailed off and blushed again when he realized his barely covered cock had stiffened and escaped. “Am I still just dreaming all this?”
Kyle blushed and looked away from Brad’s oozing, solid rod and terrified, makeup covered face. He was trying to process what he’d just heard. “If you are, I am too.” He fell back against the wall, dizzy and overwhelmed. The impossible house had been one thing to deal with, but Brad’s story was something else altogether. He slid to the floor again, burying his head between his knees. “Okay…okay…” he said as Brad slid down next to him. “This is…okay. Okay.” Kyle was rambling, but he needed to keep talking or he’d shut down. “We…you…but you feel okay now, right? Physically, I mean?”
Brad nodded, running a hand through his short blonde hair. “I think so. I mean,” he shook his head, his throbbing cock standing straight up between his thighs. “I’m still super horny, but I’m not hurt. It didn’t hurt when it happened, either. Other than your…” he trailed off, letting the part about his ass being sore from Kyle’s pounding go unsaid.
“At least I was still good in bed,” Kyle laughed. He didn’t know what else to do. After a few minutes Brad did the same, choosing that over crying. “We should keep going,” Kyle finally said, their hysterical laughter fading. “We can’t just sit here.”
“But where? This is just a never ending hallway.”
Kyle shrugged and clapped Brad on a bare thigh. “I don’t know dude, but we’re not going to get anywhere if we stay here.” He felt the other man shudder under his hand. “You okay?”
Brad’s eyes went wide. “Sorry, I just…” he squirmed, his cock oozing noticeably now.
“Do you, uh, need to take care of that,” Kyle asked, not looking at the impressively large, protruding organ.
Brad blushed. “I’m not gonna just…”
“Dude, we shared a dorm for two years. It wouldn’t be the first time you jacked off with me around.”
“You were supposed to be asleep!”
“You did it ALL the time. I can’t sleep that much,” Kyle grinned, trying to avoid the bobbing cock as he helped Brad to his unsteady feet. “I’ll turn around. It’s not like I wanna watch.” That was mostly true. Kyle was as straight as they came, but watching out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but think about how his friend’s impressive, muscular frame looked. Brad’s whole body was tense, each muscle group popping, while his cherry-red lips were pursed in ecstasy and his lined eyes half-closed dreamily.
It didn’t take long at all. Brad had barely stroked when he let out a stifled groan and sprayed like a firehose onto the wall. “Wh…wow…” he finally panted, opening his eyes. His look of contentment turned to one of embarrassment when he thought about what he’d just done.
Kyle just laughed it off. “It’s cool. If that’s the weirdest thing that happens before we get out of here I’ll be okay with it.”
Brad’s face burned as he lumbered awkwardly towards his friend. “I don’t know if it’s worse to go barefoot or keep these things on.”
“It sucks, but I’d say leave ‘em on. They’re better than nothing unless we have to run.” He nodded towards Brad’s softening hose. “Ready to go?”
Brad blushed and stuffed himself back in the lace underwear as best he could and stumbled behind Kyle. “Uh, dude? What are you doing?” He tensed when Kyle reached back and grabbed his hand.
“The way this house is acting I’m not taking any chances of us getting separated again.”
“Just don’t tell anyone,” Brad huffed defensively.
“Really?” Kyle laughed over his shoulder. “You’re wearing….that….and you just fuckin’ came all over the place, but us holding hands in the dark is what you’re worried about people learning?”
“Fuck you! This is a lot, alright? No one hears about ANY of this, got it?”
“I admire your optimism,” Kyle sighed. They fell into silence as they continued down the impossibly long hallway. The beam from the flashlight continued to fade into darkness with no end in sight. The increasingly steady tapping of Brad’s heels and their nervous breathing was the only sound.
“Ugh…I hate that I’m getting used to these,” Brad groaned.
“They’re not a bad look for you.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Brad said, letting go of Kyle’s hand and giving him a shove. “I don’t know how girls do it, man. My feet are killing me.”
“Need to take a break?” Kyle rummaged through his bag for a water bottle.
“What I need is to get out of here,” Brad said, readjusting his ill-fitting underwear as best he could. He was already horny again. He couldn’t shake the feelings he’d had during his nightmare in the strange room. Not that he was going to tell his friend, but just being near Kyle was overwhelming. Whenever his friend was ahead of him, his eyes dropped to Kyle’s perky ass bubbling out the back of his shorts. He loved the way his friend’s shirt rode on top of it and it took all of his willpower not to reach out and give it a squeeze. He knew how good those round, taut cheeks looked underneath. He’d seen his friend naked countless times, the memories of which were filling his head. That’s how he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man in the nightmare room had been Kyle. It had all been so overwhelming, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t stop picturing Kyle’s broad shoulders, lean pecs and tapering, shredded waist under the thin tshirt. He practically drooled at the memory of the strong, hairy thighs lurking just next to his hand, and the long tool and heavy balls that hung between them. Brad didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold out. “Wait…did you feel that?”
Kyle swept the flashlight back down the hall when the floor and walls vibrated slightly. Instead of trailing off into the gloom, the beam now illuminated a dead end with a single door. “What the fuck….” turning back the way they came revealed a much shorter hallway that ended in a rotting wall just a few feet away. The sealed doors they’d passed had vanished, leaving just the one at the other end. “Well, I guess that’s our only option,” Kyle said, trying to keep his voice from trembling.
“I don’t like this. I don’t like this…” Brad gripped Kyle’s hand tight as his friend tried the door. It swung open with a loud creak, exposing a pitch black room. It was so dark that the beam from the flashlight barely made it more than a few feet before being swallowed.
“Let’s just take it slow,” Kyle said, inching into the room. Even though they couldn’t make out any details in the dark, it felt huge. He squeezed Brad’s hand, trying to distract himself by thinking how ridiculous they must look. His hunky blonde friend, the consummate ladies man, clopping along in heels and lace while they held hands and fumbled in the dark. “Wait…I think I see…yeah, is that light?” Kyle hurried his pace, dragging Brad along behind him when the light suddenly seemed to rush towards them like an oncoming train. He winced and closed his eyes against the sudden brightness.
“What…just happened?” He slowly opened his eyes on a bright, modern living room. Daylight streamed through the windows, illuminating the plush furniture and not-rotting walls. Before he could turn around, he felt Brad’s hands reach over his shoulders and stroke through the ample hair on his chest.
Kyle was confused. Brad shouldn’t have been able to reach over his shoulders like that. And he shouldn’t have had a plump, hairy chest. Kyle’s lean body was naturally smooth. Or at least it should have been. Like Brad before him, he looked down at a body he didn’t recognize. Instead of a flat, defined stomach, he saw a furry beachball of a belly jutting out. The pecs that Brad’s strong fingers played with were hairy mounds of flesh instead of a lean, tight chest. His whipcord arms were now solid, round logs of unshaped muscle. He looked back up and saw his reflection in the TV, his mind unable to wrap around what it was seeing. His now-pudgy looking thighs pressed together, causing the stuffed pouch of a bright blue jockstrap, the only thing he had on, to jut forward. His face had changed to match the rest of him. His strong jaw and high cheekbones had puffed out and rounded, swallowing his beakish nose until it was a small button and causing his thin lips to puff. His thick, shaggy brown hair had thinned considerably and what remained was buzzed short. Most noticeable, though, was the way Brad towered behind him. He didn’t have a few extra inches from a pair of heels; the top of Kyle’s head barely reached the middle of Brad’s torso. He’d gone from tall and lean with boy-next-door looks to a beefy, hairy little grunt of a man.
He finally forced himself to turn around and felt Brad’s long, hard cock dig into his chest. Kyle looked up and felt light headed. Brad’s make up and outfit were gone. His blonde friend’s sculpted body was naked in front of him like it had been countless times before, but this time it most beautiful thing Kyle had ever seen. Looking up at Brad, all he could think about was how perfect he was. Especially compared to his round, hairy little body, his friend was an adonis.
“What’s goin’ on little bear?” Brad’s deep voice and bright smile beaming down at him caused Kyle’s knees to go weak.
“Just enjoying the view,” Kyle said, his hands reaching around to grab Brad’s firm behind.
“Yeah? Like this?” Brad broke into a double bicep pose and laughed when Kyle’s eager hands gripped his ass even harder. “You know this show ain’t free,” he said with a cocky grin. He strutted over to the couch and flopped down, spreading his legs wide.
Kyle didn’t waste any time. He dropped to his knees in front of the couch and filled his rounded cheeks with as much of Brad’s thick cock as he could. He was ravenous for it. He bobbed his head up and down like a piston before breaking off to give Brad’s heavy balls a tongue bath. The salty taste and musky scent were like a drug. Every inch of his hirsute, beefy little frame was lit up with excitement. His shortened, widened cock ached in his jock while he buried his face between Brad’s muscular thighs. He could feel his friend’s hands running through what remained of his thinning hair while he pumped his trim hips in time with Kyle’s tightly sealed lips.
“Fuuuuck man…that mouth of yours…” Brad groaned, guiding Kyle’s head free. Kyle beamed at the praise, his mouth watering at the sight of Brad’s ripped abs flexing while the chiseled man caught his breath.
Brad didn’t have to say anything else. He just patted his thighs like he was calling a dog up onto the couch and Kyle scampered up. He straddled Brad, grabbing the back of the couch for support while Brad’s strong hands bit into the extra new flesh of his ass. The sensation of his extra weight bouncing, and his new gut pressing into Brad and the tops of his round thighs at the same time, shook him from his dream-like state. His brain started to scream at him that this wasn’t real.
He tried to say something to Brad, but the hungry look on his friend’s face pushed any other thoughts aside. “I fuckin’ love these tits,” Brad said, burying his face between Kyle’s hairy, burly new pecs. Kyle whimpered when Brad bit one of his enlarged nipples and worked it over with his tongue. He squirmed, but the motion only made him more aware of how his body rubbed together in ways it shouldn’t.
It also distracted him from Brad moving into position. “OOHHHH!” Kyle squealed when Brad’s long pole suddenly slid inside. He gaped wide-eyed at his friend, gasping ecstatically. He couldn’t look away from Brad’s deep blue eyes and smug expression. While he squirmed and whimpered like an animal in heat, Brad was the picture of control. Kyle didn’t even think about the fact that he still had the jock on. He could feel his pudgy little cock oozing against the tented pouch while Brad bounced him up and down. He felt like a leaking faucet when his friend’s strong hands reached up and picked up where his mouth left off, squeezing and kneading his meaty chest. He was mortified at how good it felt when Brad slid those hands south to where his abs should have been and instead let them squeeze into his ample stomach. All the while Kyle squirmed against the other man’s huge, solid body. His wiry new hairs were like antennae, sending him bolts of pleasure as they ran against Brad’s smooth, firm skin.
A loud creaking sound made it clear that the decision was being made for him. Kyle looked over a furry shoulder and saw the door on the other side of the room slowly starting to close. He understood what Brad had meant when he’d told his story. He’d almost lost himself entirely to what was happening, but the sight of the closing door brought the reality of the situation crashing down. He was horrified at his new shape. He worked hard to maintain his body, and the thought of being stuck in a short, stocky, hairy body like this was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure it was bringing him. He wanted to run as badly as he wanted to stay.
“N…no! No!” With a herculean effort, he pushed himself away from Brad and bolted for the door. He forced his shortened legs and widened frame to keep moving and ignore the intense desire to turn back around and impale himself on Brad’s thick rod again. His altered shape made his usually graceful stride a lumbering waddle, but he burst through right as the door was closing.
“Shit!” Brad was caught off guard when a mostly-naked Kyle came flying out of the darkened room and barreled into him, sending them both sprawling to the floor in a pile.
“What the…holy shit…what the fuck…” Kyle panted, trying to get his bearings. He was back in the rotting house. Brad was back to his make-up and heels, and Kyle quickly discovered that his clothes had vanished too. His body was back to it’s lean, smooth frame, but all he had on was the still-damp jockstrap he’d just been wearing. “What happened,” he finally asked, not moving from on top of Brad.
Brad seemed content to let Kyle stay on top of him. He wrapped an arm around his shaken friend and let it stay there. “You opened the door and then it felt like something ripped you out of my hand. One minute you were there and then you were just…gone. I yelled, but…that room…there wasn’t even an echo.” He absently stroked his friend’s back, his hand lingering near the elastic band of the jock. Kyle being on top of him and mostly naked was making him lose control. “What happened in there?”
Kyle stammered, trying to wrap his brain around what had happened. “It was like you said. I was me, but different. I was short and pudgy. Not fat, but…thick. And hairy. You were still you. I mean, no lace or makeup, but everything else was the same. Christ you were hot…” Kyle felt his entire body flush when he said that last part. He was aware for the first time that their equally solid cocks were pressed together between them, and Brad’s hand was resting on one of his bare, perky cheeks. He lifted his face to look down at his friend, his stomach fluttering. “We, uh…” The silence was oppressive when Kyle trailed off. They could feel each other’s hearts pounding in their chests while they stared at each other.
It was Kyle who made the first move. Like his friend had been, he was still painfully turned on from his experience in the room, and Brad’s solid body underneath his was too much to resist. He dropped his face and mashed his lips against Brad, who just as eagerly returned the kiss. They writhed in each other’s arms, the rough floor scraping against their bare skin. They didn’t say anything. They channeled all of their fear and confusion into their blinding lust. The only sounds were grunts and moans while they hungrily went at each other’s bodies.
Kyle slid down and swallowed Brad’s cock again for the first time. He’d never even thought of doing something like this before being sucked into the room, but as with then, it felt perfectly natural. It was like he had someone else in his brain. He was still the same old Kyle, but he was also the beefy little bulldog who knew exactly what to do to make the blonde stud happy.
Brad had to practically tear himself from Kyle’s grip. His friend’s mouth felt fantastic gliding up and down his aching cock, but it’s not what he was desperate for. He rolled over and pushed his ass into the air with a pained whimper, forcing himself not to think about what he was doing. He was disgusted and humiliated at the thought of begging for Kyle’s cock, but he couldn’t help it. He needed it inside him. He gasped when he felt Kyle drape himself against his broad back. His friend made his desperation even worse as he slowly worked his mouth down his back to his round, solid cheeks. He was trembling with anticipation when he felt the lace underwear slide down and Kyle’s cum-slick cock press against his longing hole.
“UUUUUNnnnnnnnyyyyeeeessss…..” Brad wailed. He started wiggling and writhing as soon as Kyle began pumping in and out.
Kyle gazed longingly at Brad’s arched, flexing back. All he could think about was how good it had felt when he’d been the one on the receiving end. He remembered Brad’s smug, cocky expression against his own animal grunting and how much of a turn on it was to let the other man take charge. Over the years there’d been a few times when they’d fucked in the same room before, and he knew the whimpering, whining man squirming on the end of his dick was a far cry from the quiet, dominant hunk Brad usually was. Thinking about that contrast was enough to push Kyle over. He let out a stuttering gasp and sprayed into his friend, feeling like he would never stop. He fell against Brad’s back, nuzzling his friend’s neck. He was surprised to find that even after such a powerful release he wasn’t satisfied. He pulled his cock free, watching a trickle of fluid run down Brad’s granite thigh and onto the shiny material of his heels. “Brad…I need it…please…” It was his turn to beg.
Brad didn’t waste any time. He spun around and pushed Kyle onto his back. Kyle watched Brad’s pulsing, rigid cock bob eagerly as Brad lifted his legs into the air. Even with the lace panties stretched across his muscular thighs and the ample makeup on his face, Brad was the picture of masculinity. Even though they were back to being evenly matched physically, Kyle felt small and insecure by comparison. He didn’t know that Brad had been having similar thoughts while Kyle had been fucking him. His sculpted frame felt too big and bulky. He wanted Kyle to be the big one. He’d felt too hard. The cock slapping against his abs had felt big and cumbersome. When Kyle sprayed inside, he was disappointed. Not that he hadn’t cum yet, but that he wouldn’t have the other man inside him anymore. Now, staring down at Kyle’s lean, ripped frame it was like someone flipped a switch. All he wanted was to bury himself as deeply as he could inside his friend.
The jock gave Brad all the access he needed to shove himself inside. “FFFFFnnnnggg…..!!” Kyle clutched at the worn floorboards, his whole body exploding in pleasure. He stared up at Brad with the same wide-eyed desperation he had in the room, never wanting the moment to end. He cursed the long legs that kept the other man so far away and longed for the comforting weight of his absent gut. Brad’s steady pounding felt fantastic, but nowhere near as good as Kyle knew it could.
Brad gave one last, long plunge and grunted, his every muscle tensing as he came. “Th…that…goddamn…” he panted, pulling free and collapsing on top of Kyle. He’d sprayed so hard into his friend that there was a growing puddle on the floor as it oozed out from between Kyle’s aching bubble. They clutched each other, catching their breath. Brad’s new makeup was smeared and his tiny lace underwear was tangled around his heel-covered calves. Kyle’s jock was twisted and damp but neither man could bring themselves to let go.
As the lustful haze faded, it finally occurred to Kyle that he’d been able to see Brad since bolting from the room. He’d lost his bag and flashlight when he’d lost the rest of his clothes. When he came stumbling back out, it should have been into a pitch black hallway. They’d been so infatuated with each other that neither had noticed the room changing around them again. “Hey…hey!” He sat up and looked around. They were back in what should have been the front room of the house. Fading daylight filtered in through the grime-covered windows. “Look!”
Brad shot up. “Dude! Is this…this is where we came in, right?” He’d been equally oblivious.
“It is, but…” Kyle trailed off. Instead of one door where the entryway should be, there were two.
“Goddamnit!” Brad fell back against the floor, burying his face in his broad hands.
Kyle climbed to his feet, wincing as he stuffed himself inside the sopping jock. The appearance of a possible exit pushed aside any embarrassment or confusion about what they’d just done. They could deal with that after they got out.
“Hey! Fuck, man, don’t do that!” Brad hopped to his feet and clopped over to where Kyle stood in front of one of the doors. He slid his underwear back into place as best he could and wrapped an arm around Kyle’s waist.
“We’ve gotta at least see. Look behind you.” Kyle motioned to the bare, door-less walls around them. There was no other way out of the room.
“Can’t we try busting through a wall?”
“With what? Your heels?” Kyle shrugged. “Let’s just be careful about this.”
Kyle reached out and shoved the first door open, pulling his hand back with viper-like speed. Like before, the room was filled with impenetrable darkness. “Oooookay, not that one,” he said, doing the same to the second door and leaping back out of arm’s reach.
“Well fuck that,” Brad spat as they stared at the equally inky rooms. “I’m not wandering into another…”
“Uh….dude?” Kyle cut Brad off as the darkness started fading from the rooms, replaced with the scenarios they’d each experienced earlier.
“Is that…that’s you?” Brad watched the short, round, hairy man bouncing eagerly on his lap, struggling to comprehend that it was the same person as the lean, athletic man next to him.
“Yeah…” Kyle swallowed hard, hit with a mix of emotions. He could still feel it as if he was experiencing it firsthand, but watching it from a distance was all the more horrifying. He could see clearly just how different he was. He watched his hairy belly squish and bounce while his thighs jiggled. The short, wide cock tenting out the jock was just barely visible poking out from between the extra flesh, looking all the more shrunken compared to the long, dangling hose he had filling the pouch now. Kyle knew at the time that he was shorter, but he could see now that his loss of height was measured in feet, not mere inches. He blushed at the sight of his face, his round cheeks and balding scalp a far cry from his current boy-next-door face.
Brad didn’t know what to say. “Wow,” was all he managed.
Kyle forced himself to look at the other door, unprepared for what he saw. The brad standing next to him in the heels and panties was nowhere near the lithe, twinkish blonde moaning in the other room. That Brad fit the new clothes perfectly. There were no bulging pecs or ripped arms. His toned, granite thighs and rocky calves were gone. The small lace underwear rode low on his wide, soft hips, accentuating his bouncing, ample behind. A much smaller cock bulged out the front above his slender legs that seemed poured into the tall heels. Instead of the masculine hunk next to him, the Brad in the other room looked almost delicate. He was more or less the same height, it was hard to tell from their position, but it was obvious that his lantern jaw and strong cheekbones were now elfin and androgynous. He had a button nose and a small mouth beneath his soft eyes, all of which sat beneath a mop of gossamer blonde hair. “Holy shit…” Kyle stammered. Like Brad had in his scenario, he looked unchanged compared to his altered friend. “That’s…that’s a lot…” he turned and could see that Brad was experiencing the same mix of emotions.
“At least you still look like a dude,” Brad said, trying to laugh.
“Sure, just a short, fat bald one,” Kyle snorted. “That’s not such a bad look for you. You’ve got a great ass.”
“And a really tiny dick.”
“Doesn’t look like you mind.”
“You either,” Brad spat back, shifting his weight uncomfortably. The longer they watched, the more he was feeling it all over again. It was equal parts the last thing he wanted and the thing he wanted more than anything. “So what now?”
Before either could answer, the scenes started shifting. In Kyle’s room, Brad reentered, this time in a pair of small boxer briefs, and dropped back down on the couch. Kyle watched his altered self hurry into the frame, his beefy body stuffed into a pair of small briefs. He hopped up on the couch next to Brad who draped an arm around his broad, hairy back. They leaned into each other, staring at what Kyle assumed was a TV. The scene shifted again, and this time Kyle saw his wide little body in work clothes. The button up shirt accentuated the growth to his gut and the lack of a neck, while the slacks were stretched to bursting across his meaty ass. Even watching, Kyle felt his stomach flutter when Brad came into view, looking every bit a model in his fitted shirt and slacks that bulged in all the right places while they got ready for work together. Another shift had them naked in each other’s arms, passed out on the couch after clearly enjoying each other.
Brad’s room was undergoing the same time lapse. The romantic bedroom scene faded, replaced by a view of Kyle’s ripped, lean frame stretched out on the bed in a pair of briefs, reading a book. The slender new Brad came into view, wearing a pink silk, cut off tank that hung loose on his thin shoulders and left his supple, shapeless stomach exposed. He had on a pair of small matching underwear of the same material that showed off just how much his girthy package had shrunk. The altered Brad didn’t seem to mind as he clambered into bed, looking all the more soft and thin as he settled next to Kyle’s ripped body. His friend’s toned arm seemed massive as Brad watched himself nestle his head against it. There was another shift and Kyle was the one looking striking in his fitted dress clothes while behind him Brad flitted around the room in one of Kyle’s old tshirts. The shirt draped down his new frame and hung wide around the neck. Brad had seen countless women do this with his shirts over the years and wasn’t expecting to ever see himself in that scenario. This time it was his turn to absently lick his lips when he watched Kyle turn and tackle his altered self to the bed. The other Brad squealed with delight while Kyle kissed his neck and lifted the baggy shirt free. Despite his horror at finally getting a full view of the small, nubbish package between his thin legs, part of Brad longed to be there.
They watched the scenes shift and change for what felt like hours while their altered selves went about their lives. “I think I get it,” Kyle said flatly.
“What?” Brad shook his head and looked away from his androgynous other self. He was sitting on the couch, giving a shirtless Kyle’s broad shoulders a massage while his friend sat on the floor between his slender legs.
“This,” Kyle said, motioning to the door in front of him. In that scene, he and Brad were stretched out in nothing but tiny briefs on opposite ends of the couch. His short, hairy legs were tangled with Brad’s while an arm rested on his furry belly. The angle of his head accentuated just how much of his chin was swallowed in his other body, but his plump lips were stretched in a smile as he playfully kicked at Brad’s feet. “I think we have to choose.”
Brad just blinked. “Wait…what?”
“In each scene, one of us is the same. I think we have to pick one.”
Brad paled. “No... no way.” He took a step back and faced the decaying wall behind them.
“Do you see any other way? We don’t have any food or water. We don’t have any clothes. No one knows how to find us.”
“No!” Brad stomped a heel. “No. Absolutely not. Think about what you’re saying. This house keeps changing. We just need to wait…”
“Until it turns into something worse?” Kyle interrupted. “Think about it. How is any of this possible? It shouldn’t be, and yet,” he motioned to his jock-clad body, “here we are. I know it sounds crazy, but I think we need to make a choice.”
“What if we each went through each other’s door? You’re the same in mine…I’m the same in yours.” As Brad asked the question, the scenes changed abruptly. Each of the unaltered men was suddenly alone in darkness, a look of horror on their faces.
Kyle and Brad recoiled from the scenes. Just as they’d been feeling the emotions of their altered selves, they were hit with a wave of terror and grief that was like a punch to the gut as their other selves floated in the inky limbo. “That answers that,” Kyle said in a shaky voice.
“Fuck this place!” Brad punched a wall in a futile attempt to vent his fury. Behind him, the scenes had gone entirely black. He slumped his broad shoulders, staring at the ground. “So what do we do,” he asked when he finally turned back around.
Kyle shrugged. “Fuck if I know. Rock, paper, scissors?”
Brad gave a defeated laugh and joined Kyle in front of the doors. “Let’s go hiking! Let’s just check out this creepy old house!” Brad mocked. He shook his head and looked himself and his friend up and down with a growing smile. “You ever going to stop getting me into trouble?”
“Hey, at least we got laid?” They both fell into fits of laughter despite themselves. They knew it was the shock, but they also knew it was better than hysterics. When Kyle had stopped doubling over he saw that their time was up. “Shit! We’ve gotta choose now! The doors are closing!” Kyle knew this was their chance. He knew deep down that if they stayed, it would only get worse.
“I don’t know what to do! Kyle…I…what do we do?!” Brad was panicked and frozen. He didn’t want to force his friend into a new body, but he couldn’t bring himself to willingly accept the altered version of himself that awaited on the other side of the threshold. He felt Kyle’s hand in his, and then there was darkness.
**********
Brad felt the silky material against his skin before he even opened his eyes. He knew the warm, solid body pressed against him belonged to Kyle. His friend felt gigantic. Brad pressed his eyes shut even harder and prayed this was all a nightmare.
“Wha…” Kyle stirred next to him, his deep, sleepy voice sending a shiver through Brad. “Brad…? Brad! What the fuck did you do?!”
Brad kept his eyes closed as Kyle shot upright in bed next to him. He was afraid to even move. As long as he stayed just like this, it wasn’t real.
“Oh, fuck man, I’m sorry,” Kyle said gently. Brad felt what should have been a large, solid shoulder get swallowed by the rough skin of Kyle’s seemingly giant hand. He settled back onto the bed and sighed, stroking Brad’s softened hair. “Why’d you do it,” he finally asked. “I was about to pull us through mine.”
Brad reluctantly opened his eyes. He blinked against the bright, morning sun and felt his heart start to race at the sight of Kyle’s stubbled, sleepy face. His pulse didn’t quicken out of fear for what happened, but out of joy for who he saw. He’d seen Kyle’s face countless times, but now when his friend smiled gently at him he was aware of the small dimples around his mouth, and the wrinkles around his deep brown eyes. He could only stare, drinking in all the small details he’d never noticed before but were somehow etched into his mind. “I…I don’t know. It was a reflex. I couldn’t let you…” he trailed off, blushing at the higher pitch and softer tone to his voice. “What the hell? Is this my voice now,” he asked, rubbing his throat and immediately regretting it. The absence of his deep, booming voice was bad enough, but his fingers felt long and slender around a neck that was entirely too thin. “Oh god…oh god…this really happened, didn’t it?”
Kyle just nodded, not knowing what to say. He felt a rush of guilt for remaining unaltered while his friend was vastly different. He knew how much time Brad spent working on his looks, so to have lost all of that had to be terrifying.
“Is it…is it bad,” Brad asked, not looking away from his friend. He melted at Kyle’s broad smile.
“I mean, I’m biased, but I don’t think so. It’s definitely different, but…” he trailed off, the hungry look in his eyes finishing the sentence for him.
Brad took a deep breath and finally looked down. It was exactly as he feared. His sculpted physique was gone entirely. He had on a silky tank top with spaghetti straps that accentuated his lack of shoulders and left his soft, shapeless stomach on display. There were no bulging pecs or granite arms anymore. His chest was flat under the pink material and when he could finally bring himself to flex a shrunken arm he felt only the slightest definition. “Can you…” he asked, nodding towards the sheet covering his lower half. “I…I don’t think I can.” He dreaded what he knew waited for him.
“Of course,” Kyle said, kicking the sheet free from both of them.
Brad looked at Kyle first. His mouth watered at the tiny, stuffed briefs his friend was wearing. The grey pouch was filled to capacity and they left Kyle’s toned, solid thighs prominently on display. Brad had to resist the urge to reach out and slip his fingers into them. Instead, he looked down at his own very different lower half. His legs were just as soft as his arms, possibly more so as he moved a leg and felt his thigh jiggle. He had no calves to speak of, but he was more concerned with the small lump in the matching silk panties he was wearing. “That’s…something…” he stammered, staring at the spot where his lengthy cock and thick balls should have been. “Why am I…I mean…I’m still a guy, but why am I wearing women’s underwear?”
Kyle spoke before he knew what he was saying. “You don’t always…”
“…but I know you love it,” Brad interrupted, finishing for him. “Whoa. How do I know that?” He looked around the room, wide eyed. “Also where the hell are we?”
“This is our house,” Kyle said absently. “We’re in…”
“New York City,” Brad finished again. “But I…you lived in Boston. I was in Seattle. How are we in New York?” Brad fell back against the bed, staring at the ceiling while he processed his new memories. “Oh…oh shit…I never lived in Seattle. You never lived in Boston. After you graduated you took a job out here…”
“And you moved out when you finished,” Kyle said, suddenly grinning. “Holy shit…I’m older than you.”
“What?!” Brad squeaked. “No…you can’t…oh my god…you, you are.” He should have been a year older than Kyle, but now that was flipped. “Okay…I think I’m freaking out. I need out of…I can’t…” he started clawing at his new top, desperate to have it off.
“Hey, hey, easy,” Kyle said firmly. He grabbed Brad’s top and had it off in one quick motion. “You sure?” He asked before sliding the bottoms down.
Brad nodded, his now-smooth skin breaking out in goosebumps when he felt Kyle’s large, rough hands sliding down his legs as he undressed him. The rush of humiliation he felt at the sight of his short, thin nub of a cock and almost non-existent balls was mitigated by the look of pure lust in Kyle’s eyes. He let his larger friend scoop him up in his arms and hold him tight until he calmed down. Brad couldn’t believe how huge Kyle felt against him. Looking at how small and powerless his slender fingers were resting on the other man’s sculpted pecs left him feeling vulnerable and insecure, neither of which he was used to feeling in the bedroom.
“Any better,” Kyle asked after a while. He was content to lay there like that as long as he needed. The mix of emotions he felt was overpowering. He was more turned on than he could ever remember, but feeling Kyle’s soft new body in his arms filled him with a rush of overprotectiveness that surprised even him.
“Yeah…yeah, sorry,” Brad said, extricating himself from Kyle’s solid arms. “That was just a lot all at once.”
“I get it.” They laid in silence again, just staring at each other. “What’s that look for,” Kyle finally asked as Brad looked him up and down with a pensive look.
“You’re just…” he blushed, “…I can’t take my eyes off you.” He started to reach for his friend, but stopped.
“Go ahead,” Kyle said encouragingly, folding his muscled arms behind his head. “What’s mine is yours.”
Brad was hesitant at first. He let a hand run across Kyle’s broad, solid chest and down his ripped abs. His friend’s body felt like granite. Without thinking about it he tugged down the waistband of Kyle’s briefs, exposing the patch of hair and base of his cock before letting it snap back into place. It all felt perfectly natural. He left the twitching briefs alone and let his hand drift lower through the wiry hairs on Kyle’s meaty thigh, before running back up. He smiled despite himself when Kyle gasped at the intruding fingers he slid in through the bottom of the briefs, kneading the heavy, hairy orbs. Like everything else on his friend, the rapidly hardening cock felt gigantic as it grew against his palm. When Brad pulled his hand free and tugged the briefs down, the solid rod looked even more impressive. He was dimly aware that the cock he used to have was even bigger, but in that moment it didn’t matter.
“Hey, man, you don’t have to…” Kyle said as Brad inched towards his aching cock. He couldn’t believe the dainty, soft fingers wrapped around it belonged to his friend. Brad’s hands were always so huge and rough from years of sports. If he’d grabbed it, it would have looked small. Now, it looked massive and proud as it pulsed in his friend’s new grip.
“I know…but I…I think I want to,” Brad said, moving his face towards the rigid cock while he stroked up and down. When he swallowed it and buried his face in Kyle’s crotch, it felt like scratching an itch that he hadn’t been able to reach. He felt a rush of relief as his anxiety started melting away. Instead of feeling at all wrong, it just felt like more pieces were falling into place. The salty taste and musky smell were comforting and familiar, as was the sensation of Kyle’s cock filling his mouth and throat. He knew they did this all the time. Memories of hours spent like this flooded into his brain and he felt himself start to move.
“Damn,” Kyle whistled, grabbing palmfuls of Brad’s large, supple new behind as his friend straddled him on the bed. “These are impressive,” he laughed, lifting himself up and playfully biting one of the cheeks. Brad’s granite bubble was gone, but Kyle didn’t think his friend seemed to mind. He started to pull his head away, but instead found his lips moving towards the center. It happened without him even thinking about it. Once second he was nibbling on a bouncing cheek, and the next he was giving Brad’s hole a tongue bath. Brad still had his cock in his mouth when he let out a loud moan, the vibrations almost pushing Kyle over the edge.
“OOOOHHhhhhhh!” Brad squealed, lifting his head from Kyle’s oozing cock. He arched his back and dug his fingers into the mattress while it felt like someone pressed an electric shock against his eager hole. “What…whatever you’re doing…don’t…don’t stop…” Brad pleaded.
Kyle had no intention to. Like with Brad, his head was filled with memories of them doing just this. He loved eating his altered friend out just as much as Brad loved blowing him. He loved Brad’s high pitched whimpers and squirming while he held his friend’s soft thighs tight. When Brad’s crack had been thoroughly worked over Kyle reached up and pushed a few fingers in.
Brad saw stars. All he could do was gasp wordlessly and let Kyle guide him onto his back. He stared, wide-eyed and breathless up at Kyle who was bringing him pleasure like he’d never felt before. There was no embarrassment. There was no shame at whimpering and squealing while being fingered by another man. There was only ecstasy. He knew exactly what to do when Kyle pulled his hand free. Not wanting the overwhelming pleasure to stop, he quickly wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist and worked the solid cock inside him like a pro. He felt Kyle’s arms wrap around him while his fingers dug into his friend’s broad back. They fit together like matching puzzle pieces. As Kyle pumped his hips he didn’t know where he ended and the other man began. Memories of their new life flooded in even faster. He thought about his hulking, sculpted body and found himself wondering why he’d ever want that. Kyle’s muscles were more than enough for both of them. His friend had always been the bigger one. Brad remembered how it felt back in high school the first time the star baseball player had looked at his scrawny frame and smiled. All these years later, he still melted every time.
His old life drifted farther and farther as Kyle pumped, like his friend’s invading cock was pushing it away. Brad didn’t know why he’d ever been afraid. They were happy and in love. They both worked for a successful financial firm in the city, they had plenty of friends, new and old, and their families were healthy. Why would he ever want to be some big-dicked jock? He had one of those to take care of him. Just thinking of it seemed ridiculous, and instead of horror, he was relieved at the feeling of his slight body in Kyle’s strong arms.
He pressed his lips against Kyle’s, loving the way his friend’s stubble scratched against his smooth face. Their tongues fought against each other as they each struggled not to blow. Brad came first. He snapped his head back with a high pitch squeak as his entire body tensed and felt like it was exploding. His nub of a cock pumped out an impressive amount against Kyle’s washboard stomach.
Kyle wasn’t far behind. He only lasted a few more pumps before letting out a low, deep grunt and spraying into Brad. The shrunken man just purred, loving how it felt when Kyle’s warm fluid filled him up.
They collapsed back onto the bed in a panting, sweating pile. Brad rested his head on Kyle’s chest, loving the rhythmic pounding of his friend’s heart. His old life was almost forgotten, and he was content to let it go. He didn’t need it anymore. After they eventually forced themselves out of bed and into the shower, Brad found himself standing in front of his dresser. In one drawer were bright, tiny men’s underwear. In the other was an array of women’s lingerie.
“Something wrong?”
Brad turned to see Kyle pull on a fresh pair of bright red briefs. Even after their morning romp, Brad still felt his stomach flutter at the sight. “No, just couldn’t find what I was looking for.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of red, lace panties. Kyle’s hungry grin told him he made the right choice. He couldn’t wait to put on the matching heels.
