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Borrowed (vignette)
🕑 Added 2024-08-08 19:00:03 +0000 UTCLooking around the room at his naked friends, Simon once again cursed his luck. Out of the four of them, he’d been the one to pull the lowest numbered card. If he hadn’t insisted on going first he wouldn’t have been in his current, cock-less position, but he’d also known what he was getting into when he’d agreed to the trip and the spell in the first place. Now, the brunette pretty-boy was specifically focused on the others’ inflated, rigid cocks, feeling a confusing mix of lustful, anxious envy as he tried to ignore the peculiar absence between his own well-muscled thighs. He told himself it was only temporary, that his stolen inches would be returned to him at the end of their trip, but that did little to ease his nerves.
“Goddamn! Look at this thing,” Blake laughed, wagging his thickened tool back and forth. The dark-skinned jock had already been well-endowed, and the extra pair of inches had further pushed him over the line into “imposing” territory. He shook his head as he hefted his similarly inflated balls, flashing a bashful grin. “Hell of a start to the trip.”
The lean, ripped blonde to his left nodded, stretching a measuring tape along his own aching tool. “Fuck, guys! I’m up to nine inches,” Jesse laughed, the widened club looking huge against his tight, tanned frame.
“Did we fuck this up,” Julian asked, a hand still wrapped around his pudgy pole. He’d just finished measuring his comically thick eight inches, the fattened organ perfectly complementing the rest of his stocky, copper frame. “Kinda feels like a waste. Shouldn’t we have done this when we, you know, had people to use ‘em with?”
“Who says we don’t,” Blake purred, taking the tape from Jesse and confirming his new ten inch length. He thrust his hips in Simon’s direction, a hand drifting in tantalizing fashion across his equally impressive abs.
“You fucking wish,” the flustered brunette spat, torn between wanting to cover himself and wanting to keep his hands as far from the aching new entry as possible. Touching it would make it real, and he wasn’t ready for that yet. Nor was he ready to suddenly feel so insecure about his exposure. Though the rest of his ample, athletic muscle remained unaltered, it seemed to Simon as though he suddenly inhabited another body entirely. The chocolate dusting across his plump pecs looked the same, as did the firm stomach below and the powerful arms on either side. He could feel his meaty globes flexing the way they always did as he awkwardly shifted his weight from foot-to-foot, and his sturdy thighs were as solid as ever. His height hadn’t changed either, leaving him looking out from the same 5’9” perspective as always, and, as far as he could tell, the face where those eyes resided was still square-jawed and stubble-covered. It was only the loss of his heavy package, his proud seven inches and churning orbs, that had changed, but, after carrying that weight for the last twenty four years, the absence was remarkable. “And don’t get used to that shit, either. You’re only borrowing it. I fully intend to take it back when we’re done.”
“Oh, we’ll give it to you,” Jesse grinned. “You don’t need to wait til the end of the trip.”
“Anytime you want it, baby,” Julian cooed, stepping close and wrapping his arms around Simon from behind. He may have been the shortest of the bunch at a burly 5’7”, but there was nothing small about the squat stud. He and Simon had both been stars of the wrestling team in college and were both intimately familiar with what the other’s body felt like against their own. Or at least they should have been.
“Dude! Knock it off,” Simon barked, failing to prevent the whole-body blushing as he squirmed out of his friend’s grip. A shiver had run through him at the sensation of the other man’s rigid log wedging against his back, sending a fresh pulse from his eager new orifice. As a group of virile jocks in their early twenties, such naked horseplay should have been entirely unremarkable. They’d all spent countless hours in locker rooms over the years, and living together through the bloom of their lustful, early college days meant that it was far from the first time Simon had felt Julian’s solid cock against some part of his body. But it was the first time he’d actually wanted to feel it.
“Come on, man. We’re just messing with you,” Blake said, momentarily dropping his smug pretense. “You know you’d be doing the same thing if one of us had picked that card.”
Simon sighed, his broad shoulders slumping. “I know, I know. It’s just…talking about this was one thing, but actually getting a pussy is going to take a minute to get used to.” He squirmed under his friends’ lingering eyes, another aching throb hitting him in the gut. “Whose stupid idea was this again?”
“Bro, you didn’t think it was stupid when I found the transference spell,” Jesse countered. “You were all about it when someone else’s dick was on the line.”
“Lucky for you guys I ended up being the donor and not short stack over here,” Simon said, giving Julian’s muscle gut a backhanded slap. “It would’ve been, what? An inch a piece?”
“At least an inch and a quarter,” the squat stud grinned. He’d been just over five inches before, though he made up for his short reach with an impressive heft, just like he did with the rest of his meaty frame. Coupled with his raven hair and rugged features, Julian rarely lacked for attention, nor did he leave his partners unsatisfied. “Thanks for the loaners,” he winked, pursing his lips in Simon’s direction.
“I’ll be honest…didn’t expect the spell to leave us so horny. Guess I should’ve seen that coming, but it’s not like I know what I’m doing over here,” Jesse laughed with a shrug.
“Dude, don’t say that. Now now,” Simon groaned. “You better know how to reverse this.”
The ripped blonde put on his best poker face, his sharp features going unreadable beneath his golden crop. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
“Bro, I swear to god…if you screw this up I’m going to…”
Simon’s sputtering was interrupted by Julian’s hand on his rear. “What’s the worst thing that happens? Even if you get stuck like that, the spell made it so that everyone thinks this is normal. With a pretty face like yours? You’ll get all the dick you can handle.”
“Want to race,” Blake asked, cutting off the brunette’s impending outburst. He gave his inflated organ another tug and raised an eyebrow at his friends. “Been a minute since we’ve done this. Last one to pop does the dishes later?”
Jesse spit into his palm as the trio started stroking in earnest. “Simon was always the quick shot. Wonder if we got that, too?”
“What’s wrong, bro? Not joining in,” Blake asked, his fist pumping along his widened shaft while the other stroked along his sculpted pecs. Where Simon and Julian were on the stockier side and Jesse was tight and toned, his own frame was chiseled and tapering, cut from an all purpose, athletic mold. He wasn’t as tall as the toned blonde, but it made sense that his height would maintain the same equilibrium as the rest of him. He wasn’t too bulky or too thin. He wasn’t too short or too tall. His features were strong and handsome without being too pretty or too rugged. The only trait that had ever been slightly out of balance was his swaying snake, a variable that had been magnified.
“Yeah, man…what’re you…waiting for…” Julian grunted, kneading his heavier sack with one hand while the other slid along his widened shaft.
Simon swallowed hard, his hand trembling as it hovered just above his aching slit. His stubby fingers brushed through his trimmed chocolate bush, sending fresh shivers up his spine as they neared the unwanted entry. But Simon hesitated. This was far from the first time the group had jerked off together. It used to happen on a regular basis when they’d shared a house, and they’d even gone as far as helping each other out on occasion, but this was different. Suddenly, he was different. He wasn’t one of the guys beating his meat anymore; he was something else. And It wasn’t that the experienced stud didn’t know his way around the altered equipment, he prided himself on his skill when it came to getting a woman off; he just couldn’t wrap his head around being the one to which those talents would be applied. “I think I’m going to…to sit this one out,” he said, clearing his throat. “I don’t know if I’m ready to fing…” he trailed off, unable to say the words.
“Aww…someone’s embarrassed,” Julian said, letting go of his oozing log and reaching over to grab Simon’s altered crotch. “Want me to help?” The brunette let out a gasp and went up on his toes, the painful need preventing him from immediately pulling away. He instinctively grabbed Julian’s thick forearm, but only to keep it in place. “Alright, guys. I forfeit,” the short stud grinned, letting go of his oozing member to focus on his writhing friend instead.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Simon moaned as Julian’s fingers slipped inside, his face going red when he heard himself. He couldn’t stop the shocked whimpers from spilling out of his slack jaw as the stocky hunk rooted around inside him, a thought that made his knees surprisingly weak. A part of the blushing brunette was absolutely mortified to be writhing on Julian’s nimble fingers while Blake and Jesse watched, but, at the same time, Simon had thought about doing the same thing to them. Ever since they’d hatched the plan, he’d fantasized about what it would be like to plunge knuckle-deep into the blonde’s tight pussy, or to bury himself to the hilt in ebony perfection. He’d known this is where things were headed the whole time even if no one wanted to say it out loud. It was precisely the reason they’d picked a lakeside cabin in an isolated forest instead of a bustling beach boardwalk. They’d played it off as joking, but fucking the altered one senseless had always been the unspoken goal, the ultimate culmination of years of “horseplay” and “innuendo” and drunken “messing around.” If they’d just been able to admit to their attractions, and that they sometimes liked getting off with each other as much as women, maybe they wouldn’t have had to go to such extreme lengths. As it was, though, Simon seemed to be the only one to see their situation with new found clarity.
“Ohhh…I think he likes it,” Jesse laughed, slowing the pace of his pumping to enjoy the show.
Blake nodded, taking a deep breath to try and maintain his own composure. “Dude, your face is crazy right now.”
“Of course it is,” Julian huffed, looking over at the other two. “You guys make it sound like I don’t know what I’m doing.” A flick of the fingers elicited a fresh round of moans from the stunned brunette, who bit at his bottom lip in a futile attempt at staying quiet. Julian leaned in close, his soft lips nearly brushing against Simon’s ear. “We could always make it official and really show these jerks how it’s done,” he whispered, pulling his hand free even before his friend nodded. They both knew the answer would be yes, but the shorter stud wasn’t about to cross that line without asking. With a quick shift he was inside, his hands latching onto Simon’s meaty bubble as he started rolling his hips.
“Fuh…fuh…oh god…dude…you’re…you’re actually inside me,” the penetrated pretty-boy stammered, his own fingers digging into Julian’s broad back. Their pecs pressed together as they writhed in each other’s arms, their firm muscle guts colliding with each of the shorter man’s thrusts. As phenomenal as the sensation was, Simon’s ecstasy was mitigated by the jarring reality of his current circumstances, that he really was being fucked like one of the lucky women they regularly fooled around with. And while a part of him relished every moment of what was happening, an equally large part rebelled at the thought. “Fuck…your…dick is fully IN me, dude. I think I’m…I think I’m freaking out…I…”
Julian cut Simon off with a long, deep kiss, surprising them both. The shorter man’s bulldog face was just as flushed when he finally pulled away, his smile going from smug to bashful. “Well, shit. I thought I’d be the better kisser,” he said. “You want me to stop?”
Simon shook his head, too flustered to answer. He looked over at Jesse and Blake just in time to see Blake erupt, launching strand after ropey strand into the air. The blonde didn’t seem far behind based on the way his wiry frame tensed, but Simon was far more focused on the meaty hunk in his arms. He felt like he was melting as he locked eyes with Julian, his head spinning at how simultaneously vulnerable and safe he felt in his friend’s grip. He’d spent hours in the other man’s powerful arms and pinned beneath him over the years, but never in such a tender, intimate manner. Already, Simon knew which one he preferred. He leaned in for another kiss, both of them cumming nearly in unison as their tongues wrestled the way their bodies normally did. The altered experience was so overwhelming for Simon that he completely lost track of himself and his surroundings, feeling like he’d momentarily blacked out from the sheer ecstasy of it.
“So do we call that a tie,” Jesse asked after a few moments of silent panting.
“I wasn’t really paying attention,” Julian sighed, his softening cock slipping free from Simon’s dripping new entry. “Too busy poppin’ a cherry over here.”
Simon wanted to argue, but it really did feel like his first time all over again. “So…that wasn’t how I saw things going,” he lied, trying to salvage the remaining scraps of his dignity.
“Shit was weirdly hot, dude,” Blake said, his stunned expression lingering. “Is this…I mean…I know we were joking earlier, but is that on the table?”
“Wait…’weirdly’ hot,” Julian scoffed, puffing out his prominent pecs. “Fuckin’ rude, bro. I know someone who’s not getting any.”
“I’m not trying to catch that,” Blake chuckled, nodding down at the shorter man’s spent cock. “You can keep it.
“Don’t knock it, man,” Simon said, a plan already forming. He could see the hunger in his friends’ eyes as they stared at him, and he was ready to use that to his advantage. He might have been the only one to give up his dick, but he wasn’t going to be alone in riding one before the trip was over. “Julian could teach you a thing or two.”
Blake folded his arms across his chest and took a defiant pose that emphasized his strapping physique. “Oh, please! Like you’d even know. Dude takes a single dick and all of a sudden he’s an expert over here.”
“That’s one more than you,” Simon shrugged. “How will you know if you don’t try? Tell you what…I’ll try yours if you try his.”
“What?! Fuck no,” Blake cried, blushing. He opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to muster a response, but finally gave up. “Whatever. Now shit’s getting weird. Who’s cleaning up this mess,” he asked, nodding to the sticky puddles on the cabin’s worn, wooden floors.
“Not me,” Julian said, patting Simon’s stomach. “I put mine in here.”
“I’ll do it,” Jesse grumbled. “I’ve gotta clean up the candles and stuff anyway. But I popped before you two, so I’m not on dishes later.”
“There’s still the matter of someone’s outfit, too,” Blake added. He rummaged through a nearby bag and pulled out a slinky pink bikini bottom, tossing the tiny wad of fabric to Simon. It, and similar items, were all the burly brunette was allowed to wear for the trip but, instead of being mortified, the altered jock felt a rush of pride when he slipped the skimpy swimwear on. The tiny pink patch at the back accentuated his muscled globes even as it did nothing to cover them, just as the thin elastic band and tiny swatch in front emphasized his firm stomach and obvious obliques. They’d all expected to mock the man who ended up wearing the exotic items, but Simon could already see how he’d work it to his advantage.
“Huh. Not as bad as I thought,” the brunette said, snapping the thin waist. He turned in a slow circle, focusing more on the growing power he had over the group than on the insistent stabs of embarrassment that tried to work their way in. A part of him still wasn’t thrilled, but he didn’t want to crawl under a rock the way he’d imagined. And, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had plenty of time to get used to them. After all, they’d only arrived at the cabin a few hours earlier, with several days still to go. “Do I pull ‘em off,” Simon asked, his stomach fluttering as he thought about just how far he could take things.
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The Screaming Moist
I wouldn’t mind spending some more time with them either!
vitreoushumor
Really hope we visit these boys again! There's so many other things they could borrow too...
