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Give The People What They Want, pt. 2
🕑 Added 2024-09-30 19:00:05 +0000 UTCMason didn’t know what to do. A part of him wanted to run after the man, to demand that he fix everything, but already the certainty he’d just felt was starting to fade. Was there even anything to fix? And how could some random guy in a locker room do something as impossible as make him permanently naked? It was a ridiculous thought, and Mason knew it.
He also had other priorities. At the stranger’s suggestion, the burly brunette turned and caught the handsome hunk behind him quickly looking away. The man appeared to be about his own age, with a toned, fit frame that Mason normally would have considered small, but which now made his stomach flutter. The stranger’s smooth, deep brown skin was marked by an impressive amount of definition, his features sharp and strong as his lips curled into an awkward smile. Whoever he was, Mason was instantly captivated, especially by the fat bulge in the man’s pink briefs.
“Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. That was rough,” the stranger said, making a show of looking Mason up and down. “Don’t know what the fuck that guy’s thinking.”
“Same,” Mason said, the closest he could come to the truth. He mirrored the man’s up-and-down gaze before extending a hand. “I’m Mason.”
“David,” the smaller man said, returning the gesture. “I’ve seen you around here a bunch, and, uh, not gonna lie…I like this look for you.”
Mason blushed, less from the compliment and more from the unfamiliar act of flirting with another man. “Same,” he said again, his eyes lingering on David’s stuffed briefs.
The dark-skinned stud laughed and took a deep breath, his bulge twitching. “If you’re still looking for some company, I actually live in the building. My place is just up…”
“Let’s go,” Mason said before he could stop himself. Saying no wasn’t an option that even crossed his mind, and as the addled Adonis impatiently waited for David to get dressed and lead the way, he began to wonder if he’d say yes to any man who offered. He blamed his current eagerness on the aching, unrequited lust that had reached painful proportions, but he knew he’d find out sooner or later.
For now, he was focused on getting David back out of his clothes. He had his new friend stripped bare as soon as the door closed behind them, dropping to his knees and tasting a cock for the first time in his life. Mason reeled as the warm, rigid organ filled his mouth, his hands clamped onto the other man’s perky bubble as he bobbed his head back and forth. In his overwhelmed state, it took several minutes for Mason to realize what he was doing, that he was the one eagerly blowing another man instead of the other way around. He’d assumed it was David’s mouth he’d wanted wrapped around his own rigid club, but the thought of pulling his mouth away seemed terrible, even if he wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing.
“You’re new at this, huh,” David finally asked, his fingers drifting through Mason’s short, chestnut hair.
The kneeling hunk felt like he should lie, but he nodded, blushing. “Is it that obvious,” he asked, the question delivering yet another blow to his battered ego. Mason was used to being a pro when the clothes came off, not a rookie.
David grinned and slowly slipped his cock back into Mason’s mouth. “You’re doing great. You just seem…tense,” he said, holding the hunk’s face in place as he slowly rolled his hips. “Relax…it’s okay.”
Mason whimpered around the invading organ, his head spinning from the realization that not only was another man fucking his mouth, he was loving every second of it. He’d finally started tugging away on himself, leaking like a faucet after only a few pumps. He wanted to keep going, but as David picked up the pace, it was clear his new friend had other ideas.
“Guessin’ that tight little cherry you were flashing downstairs hasn’t been popped yet either,” David chuckled, pulling his dripping cock free and batting it against Mason’s flushed cheeks. “Want me to fix that?”
Mason nodded before he could stop himself. The apartment seemed to spin around him as he stood, a wave of giddy, anxious excitement threatening to sweep him off his feet. Only a day before, the thought of taking another man’s dick would have been inconceivable, but now Mason felt like an eager virgin all over again. He let David guide him into the bedroom and position him on all fours on the bed, actually trembling while the other man lubed up his fingers.
“We’ll go slow,” David said, running his hand down Mason’s back and around the kneeling stud’s ample bubble. “Let me know if it hurts too bad.”
The brawny brunette braced himself when the first finger slipped inside, letting out a low grunt as the digit started rooting around. “Oh! Oh…wow…that’s…” he sputtered, his eyes going wide when one finger became two and a few bright bolts of pleasure shot up his spine. There was some discomfort, but it quickly faded as his body rapidly reoriented itself, already craving more of what he felt. “This is…wild…” he gasped, unable to keep himself from squirming as David’s nimble fingers continued working.
“Oh, buddy…this is nothin’,” David purred, giving Mason’s meaty rear a swat when he pulled his hand free. “Something tells me you’re about to love this.”
“GGGNNNNnnnhh…” Mason let out a hissing grunt when David’s fingers were replaced by the other man’s slick rod, the pain returning in full. Though squarely in the average range, his new friend’s invading organ felt impossibly huge, like it was splitting him in two as it gradually forced its way deeper. His plump pecs heaved as he huffed, his broad back arching and his sturdy arms tensing as he struggled to relax. “Fuuuuck…you feel…huge…” he groaned, his own larger organ about to shoot off his body.
“That’s flattering,” David chuckled, burying himself to the hilt. He slowly rocked his hips, stroking Mason’s back and cooing encouragingly. “Just give it a minute…deep breaths…you’re gettin’ there.”
The brawny new bottom couldn’t believe that David was right. He relaxed at an agonizingly glacial pace, but he did relax. Mason felt himself loosening up as he squirmed, steadily rocking in time with the smaller man’s rolling hips, the pain giving way to an entirely new form of pleasure. He was actually getting fucked. Another man’s cock was not only inside him, it filled him with a growing ecstasy that refused to be silenced. “HHhhoOOouUUUhhHHH…!” Mason blushed at the sound of his desperate, cracking wails, but he was helpless to hold them back as they spilled from his slack jaw. Like his clothes, gone were the deep, dignified grunts he normally issued in bed, a response that seemed appropriate as the writhing stud felt far from dignified. The howling hunk tried not to think about how he looked when David flipped him over onto his back. The other man felt small as Mason’s meaty thighs were positioned on his shoulders, the brunette’s hair-trigger cock blasting all over his bouncing pecs almost as soon as David reached down and started stroking. After the day he’d had, the load was massive, soaking the brunette’s face and neck and running down his broad shoulders. The one that followed shortly after was slightly less intense, though Mason was more focused on the foreign sensation of David unloading into him.
For a long moment, their heavy breathing was the only sound. Mason didn’t know what to say, and he’d been pushed so far beyond speech that he didn’t think he could get the words out even if he did. He was overwhelmed in the best possible way, his body buzzing from the novel ecstasy that just obliterated everything he thought he knew about sex and how to have it. “That…that was incredible,” he finally said, his dazed eyes still wide.
“Sure was,” David laughed, running a hand through the cum-crusted valley between Mason’s pecs. “You certainly are something. No wonder you walk around advertising that ass.”
Mason’s afterglow dimmed slightly. He’d been so caught off guard by what just happened that he’d almost forgotten he didn’t have any clothes to put back on. “So I did okay?”
“Fuck, I forgot that was your first time,” David said, shaking his head. “Don’t know why I’m surprised. I mean, you clearly know a thing or two about using your body.” He squeezed Mason’s heavy pec before rolling off the bed and trotting out of the room. He tossed the sticky stud a wet towel when he came back, slipping into a fresh pair of underwear while the brawny hunk wiped himself clean. “Can we do this again sometime?”
“I hope so,” Mason nodded, feeling a fresh wave of insecurity as he stood and sought out his shoes. The sensation of his spent cock and emptied balls swaying as he stepped into his sneakers and grabbed his little sling bag brought the impossible reality crashing back down on him. “I’m sure I’ll see you around downstai…”
The naked hunk was cut off when David leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. “Count on it,” he winked, giving Mason’s ass a slap when the other man reluctantly stepped out into the hall.
The bare beefcake’s lips tingled as he headed for the elevator, his overloaded system threatening to collapse in on itself. Not only had he been permanently exposed, he’d just had another man’s dick in his ass and tongue in his mouth, and, far from dreading either, he was already looking forward to when both could happen again. It was too much, too soon, a seismic shift that left Mason reeling on a fundamental level. The buzzing mix of eagerness and anxiety was so potent that he didn’t notice his sling vibrating at first, and he wasn’t sure how to feel when he pulled his phone out and saw the texts from his buddy Hank asking if he was still coming over. All Mason wanted to do was finally go home and hide himself from the incessant stares and whispers but, as with everything else, he was locked into his usual routine. It was customary for him and Hank to hit the bars and act as wingmen for one another, the combined might of the equally-handsome hunks drawing in a plethora of potential partners. Their athletic physiques had clearly been cut from the same mold, with the largest difference between them being Hank’s deep, chocolate brown hair and the light dusting of a similar hue that covered his ample muscle. He wasn’t as smug as the now-naked Adonis and that worked in their favor, with his easy-going charm balancing out the lighter-haired hunk’s excessive arrogance.
So, instead of going home, Mason found himself trekking in the other direction. He didn’t know how things were going to work given his current circumstances, and he didn’t relish the idea of being naked and inevitably hard in a crowded bar, in front of guys he routinely stole women from. All he could do was hope that Hank would be supportive, a hope that was dashed as soon as the dark-haired hunk hurriedly ushered him into the apartment.
“Did anyone see you,” Hank asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “I kinda thought you’d put a bit more hustle on the way up than that. I appreciate you coming over to help get me warmed up, and you know I’m cool with your new, uh…lifestyle…” he said, looking the naked man up and down, “but I don’t want the neighbors to get the wrong idea.”
Mason blushed. A dozen questions sprang to mind, but his cock sprang to life before he could ask any of them. He’d seen Hank naked countless times over the years, but as his friend casually shucked his mesh shorts and started tugging on his stout cock, Mason felt like he was looking at a stranger. “No…no one saw me,” he said, not bothering to ask for a further explanation. As bizarre as it should have been, Mason knew exactly what he was there for, and that he wouldn’t be accompanying Hank to the bar like he usually did.
The furry stud looked relieved. “I’m not trying to be a dick, man,” he said, his dimpled chin offset by a sympathetic smile. “But you walking around naked all the time is a weird thing to be associated with, you know? People see you walking around all hard and shit when I’m with you, and they’re automatically going to assume we’re a thing. Not that there’s a problem with two dudes being together…it’s just not the vibe I’m lookin’ to put out when I’m trying to get laid.”
“No, no…I get it,” Mason said, torn between relief at not being dragged to the bar and a whole new level of humiliation at the reason. “I’m just…happy to help.”
Hank’s smile grew as he raised an eyebrow and looked down at his mostly-rigid rod. “Speaking of…”
Mason hated how excited he was as he dropped to his knees. The sensation of having another man’s cock in his mouth still didn’t feel natural, but that didn’t lessen the slurping brunette’s joy as his head bobbed in and out between Hank’s hairy, meaty thighs.
“Still crazy to think about you being so cock hungry nowadays,” Hank chuckled, his fingers drifting through Mason’s chestnut crop. He flexed his granite globes against his friend’s clutching digits, sighing. “Not complaining…and I’m game anytime you want some more practice…it’s just wild seeing you like this.” Hank chuckled when Mason whimpered around his invading organ, misinterpreting the source of the other man’s frustrations. “Dude, I’m ready whenever you are. I just know how much you like the taste.” Mason trembled as Hank pulled him to his feet, automatically climbing onto his friend’s bed on all fours like an obedient dog. He didn’t even say anything while he waited for Hank to position himself, just panted and squirmed and enjoyed the view of the other man lining up behind him. “Ohhhh…feels like someone warmed you up already,” the furry stud purred as he slipped inside. He buried himself to the hilt, his hairy torso brushing against Mason’s back when he draped against the penetrated Adonis. “You’re going to be a pro at this in no time,” he whispered, his hips slamming into motion.
“FfffuuUUUuuuCCCcckkKKKK…” Mason moaned, the cracking howls coming fast and loud as Hank hammered into him. His body shook like he’d been hooked up to a steam-driven machine, the loud slapping of their colliding bodies threatening to drown out his dramatic cries. The jackrabbit thrusting was nothing like David’s methodical, mutual approach, and Mason didn’t know how to feel when it became clear that he and Hank weren’t fucking as much as his friend was simply using his body to jerk off. The rough, violent thrusts felt fantastic, and Mason was now legitimately, overwhelmingly aroused by the handsome hunk, but it established an embarrassing new hierarchy. They were no longer peers out on the prowl; one of them was a conventional hunk, while the other had become nothing more than a warm, desperate hole. A part of Mason rebelled at the thought, but a larger part told him to keep quiet, that to protest would be to lose access to the gorgeous jock’s incredible body and equally incredible cock. Mason wanted Hank to flip him over the way David had so he could get a better view of his friend in action, but he knew that wasn’t how things worked here. Looking back at Hank, the thrusting stud had his eyes closed, his hands coming nowhere near the battered bottom’s aching log, an aching that continued even when the hairy hunk erupted inside him.
“Duuuuuude,” Hank laughed, a dazed grin on his face as his eyes slowly drifted open. He took a deep breath and unceremoniously pulled free, giving Mason’s leaking rear a swat. “We definitely need to make this a regular thing.”
“We could keep going,” Mason offered, well aware of his impending disappointment. He rolled over and looked at his solid rod, shrugging. “I’m still not done over here.”
“Maybe on a night I don’t feel like going out,” Hank said, giving Mason a view of his shifting bubble as he sauntered into the nearby bathroom. “I’ll let you take care of that while I clean myself up.”
Mason let out a frustrated grunt, his eyes locked on Hank’s steam-obscured frame through the clear shower doors. He was embarrassed at the thought of jerking himself off while watching the other man bathe, but it was no more humiliating than anything else he’d done over the last few hours. Nor did it take long, with his eager organ erupting after only a few pumps, the memory of Hank’s hairy muscle draped against him quickly pushing him over the edge.
Afterwards, as he sat on his friend’s bed and tried to collect himself, Mason was struck by a sudden idea. With Hank in the shower, he could go over to his friend’s dresser and pull out a pair of the other man’s underwear. Just because his own clothes vanished didn’t mean that everyone’s had, and he didn’t think that Hank would mind letting a single pair of briefs go. His heart racing, Mason crept over to his friend’s dresser and pulled the drawer open, his hand hovering above the folded underwear. It wouldn’t move. Try as he might, Mason couldn’t bring himself to actually reach in and grab a pair. He struggled and strained and told himself he was being ridiculous, but his body wouldn’t cooperate.
“Looking for a souvenir?”
Mason blushed at being caught, practically slamming the drawer shut as Hank emerged from the shower. “Oh! No, I was just, uh…curious about what you…”
“All you have to do is ask, dude,” the chocolate-haired hunk grinned. He dropped his towel and headed over to his hamper, eventually pulling out a pair of wrinkled red briefs. “Here you go. I worked out in these yesterday…they should still be nice and ripe,” he said, tossing them to Mason. “Come to think of it, you should probably rinse off too. You smell like a cum rag, bro.”
Mason was surprised that he still had room to feel embarrassed at all. He scampered into the shower while Hank followed behind, the two of them falling into a close approximation of their previous relationship. They chatted while Mason scrubbed himself down and the other man shaved and did his hair in the mirror, but the new reality was once again reinforced when the naked jock toweled himself dry only to remember that he had nothing to put back on.
“Well, wish me luck, dude,” Hank said, making it clear that it was time for Mason to go. He opened the door and gave the hallway a quick glance before gently shoving his friend into it, thrusting the naked man’s sling and shoes into his arms. “I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow.”
The door shut in his face, Mason hurried down the hall, waiting until reaching the stairwell to stop and put his shoes back on. He was both relieved and mortified when he felt an unfamiliar lump in his bag and opened it to find Hank’s musky briefs wedged inside, his head spinning as he tried to process exactly what just happened.
It was still spinning when he finally made it to his own apartment, the mental rotations reaching whirlwind proportions when he discovered every scrap of clothing missing. He hadn’t really expected to find anything, but being confronted with empty drawers and closets was still a blow. The only thing he had were socks and shoes, along with a few full-length coats for colder weather, though those would be coming off as soon as he was out of the frigid elements. Unless the insulted stranger from the locker room had a change of heart, Mason really was going to be spending the foreseeable future fully, desperately exposed.
“I can’t fucking believe this,” he sighed, dropping down onto his bed. His lengthy cock flopped over a thigh, and Mason tried not to think about just how many people had seen the hefty organ. There was a time when such a fantastical thought would have filled him with a smug sense of pride, but now, confronted with the reality, all he felt was cheap.
And horny. Thinking back over the events of the day, Mason’s hose began to swell, his stomach fluttering as he pulled Hank’s briefs out of his bag. He may not have been able to put the underwear on, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hold it in his hand while he started stroking, wondering how many people would see him tomorrow, and how many of his other friends, new and old, he’d get to experience in the coming days.
