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Balancing Act
🕑 Added 2024-06-10 17:05:29 +0000 UTCNoah yawned and stretched on the bed, his cock twitching as he watched a naked Kyle saunter out of the bathroom. The bronze-haired hulk glistened from the shower, the lingering beads of water accentuating his ample muscle. “You sure you just need the shirt today,” he asked the dripping man, still surprised at how casual he sounded.
Kyle nodded, giving his recently-gelled coif and short, damp beard another once-over in the mirror. The handsome hunk’s sharp features and bright eyes were just as impressive as his strapping frame, his wide neck acting as the front line in the battle between his face and body to be the first to catch someone’s attention. He’d long been considered a genetically gifted individual, having not only a natural talent for athletics, but also an unflappable charm and an equally fit mind, an impression that had only grown over the years. As he’d shifted his workouts after college to focus on size, and as he’d hopped from one career success to the other, Kyle’s already-envious physique had become as imposing as his bank account. Now at the tail end of his twenties, he was broad and burly, with wide shoulders, heaping pecs, powerful arms, a chiseled muscle gut, granite melons for a rear, and a pair of sturdy, massive thighs. Not to be outdone, even his package was nearly perfect, with a cock that hung at a thick seven inches while a set of full, potent balls churned below. He’d reached the point where his pretty-boy features almost looked out of place atop the mountain of muscle below. Almost. “My meeting’s remote this morning. As long as I’ve got a shirt on I’m good,” he said, stepping into the nearby closet before emerging with a form-fitting button-down hanging open over his meaty torso. “As long as someone deals with this first,” he chuckled, wagging his now-rigid log.
“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking hot when you’re dressed like that,” Noah grinned. “The way your shirt bunches on that big ol’ booty…your cock just hanging…fuck. Not to mention the way your pecs pop and those nips poke against the fabric. So. Fucking. Hot,” the equally-imposing hunk on the bed groaned. Other than the strawberry blonde hue to his similarly styled hair, Noah could have passed for the other man’s twin. If someone looked long enough they’d eventually notice the subtle, softer variations to his features versus Kyle’s statuesque face, but otherwise they were nearly identical, all the way down to the aching cock that jutted up from between the blonde’s thick thighs when he tossed the sheet aside.
“You mean these,” Kyle asked with a smug smirk, his fingers floating up to tweak the nubby little mounds.
“Fuuuuck,” Noah hissed. His arms flexed as he clutched at the mattress, feeling a pair of phantom digits tweaking his chest. “Yep. Those are the ones,” he grinned, guiding a fist along his rigid shaft. After a slow, single pump he ran a finger around the bulbous head, eliciting a low grunt from Kyle.
“You are such a tease,” the bearded brunette sighed.
“Says the guy tweaking my tits right now,” Noah laughed, giving a quick pop of his hips to thrust the aching organ through his fist.
“I’m tweaking MY tits,” Kyle corrected. “But I guess it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
Noah would have assumed bitterness on his friend’s part if it weren’t for their shared connection. He’d certainly turned Kyle’s life upside down with the spell, though, to be fair, the other man had agreed to help. Noah had been entirely up front about the risk, about magic not being an exact science, but his friend had still been willing. Though, to be fair again, Kyle’s intended role had simply been to act as the template. The idea behind the spell was straightforward, to make Noah “like” his friend, and while it worked on the surface, wires had clearly gotten crossed in the process. The once-doughy blonde had become a shredded, stunning stud like Kyle, he had the face and the muscle and the plump package, but that was as far as the original intentions went before making a drastic departure.
From what he’d been able to determine in the time since, his mistake had been in the wording. The arcane is a subtle artform, and Noah apparently hadn’t been clear enough in distinguishing each of them as their own person. So instead of becoming “like'' his friend, the magic had grown confused and tried to literally turn him into the other man. However, since Kyle still existed, this caused an immediate paradox as reality wasn’t set up to accommodate the simultaneous presence of two of the same person. In retrospect, as jarring as their new setup was, Noah knew how lucky they’d been. Considering the forces at work, Kyle could have winked out of existence. They both could have. Or a hole could have been punched in the very fabric of existence itself, unleashing chaos on a larger scale. Luckily for both of them, the universe’s habit of striving for equilibrium intervened. Energy follows the path of least resistance, and nature, even the supernatural, abhors a vacuum, creating a new status quo instead of ultimate obliteration.
Now, Kyle and Noah were essentially one entity that existed in a separated state. They not only shared a similar appearance, but emotions, thoughts and sensations as well. That was how the beefy brunette felt his untouched cock being tugged on while Noah’s sensitive nipples lit up beneath phantom fingers. It was how the strawberry blonde stud knew that his friend wasn’t actually mad at him, and how they’d come to have the best, and strangest, sex of their lives. When Noah was fucked by another man, Kyle felt the invading organ as if he was on the receiving end, and when the brawny brunette had his dick sucked, the blonde beefcake could feel the warm, wet mouth as if he stood in the other man’s shoes. They each still felt a measure of the pleasure themselves, though not nearly as intense as their counterpart, a scenario that required a bit of strategy for the duo. When Noah wanted to feel the full brunt of bottoming, it was Kyle who needed to get fucked, and when one of them wanted to feel blissfully buried to the hilt, it was the other’s hips that needed to move.
This strategizing was made all the more difficult given the other elements of their balanced state. As they’d quickly discovered, only one of them could be fully clothed at a time. If Kyle was dressed, Noah was naked. If Noah wore a shirt, Kyle was bare-chested. And if one of them wore shorts, the other’s lower half was fully exposed. Making matters worse was the fact that the balancing brush had used broad strokes, leaving no room for layers or technicalities. It wasn’t as if one of them could wear underwear and the other couldn’t, or one of them could slip into an undershirt. If one of them covered any part of their body, that same spot was bare on the other’s, and would remain so even if they tried to put something on. If Noah attempted to put a shirt on at the moment, it would simply vanish and reappear wherever he’d picked it up from, a pattern that would continue until Kyle reset things by taking his top off.
It made leaving the house together a unique challenge, and since the brawny brunette was the one with the successful career who often had to make an appearance in an office or in a virtual meeting, it was Noah who frequently found himself with nothing to hide. At one point Kyle had to go on a week-long work trip, which left the blonde beauty naked for a longer span than he’d ever imagined, and by the time his other half finally returned, Noah wasn’t sure that he even wanted to put anything on again.
Such forced exposure had been a major change for the once-modest man, as was the arousal loop it created. Unlike Kyle he’d been straight before the spell, but now he shared his friend’s passions and then some. If one of them was turned on by something or someone, the other felt it, and when they were both aroused the feedback was nearly overwhelming. And considering that one, if not both, of their beautiful bodies was exposed at all times, that arousal was never far off.
Noah sighed as he watched, and felt, Kyle playing with his chest, a rush of pride washing over him at the look of hunger in the other man’s eyes. It was what he’d wanted from the start, to be an object of desire like his handsome friend, and knowing that he was desired by someone so stunning was enough of an ego boost to mitigate the embarrassment he felt over the rest of his current circumstances. “God I want you to fuck me right now,” he groaned.
“I know,” Kyle smirked, enjoying Noah’s spasm when he reached around and toyed with his own hole. “Not enough time for that, unfortunately,” he said, wishing he could give himself over to his counterpart’s desires. When they were together the experience was like nothing else, an ecstasy so intense that it made the bizarre situation they’d been locked into entirely worth it. He was also currently feeling his friend’s dueling pride and insecurities, and the way his presence served to fuel both. “Maybe I will put those pants on,” Kyle said, turning to the dresser and pulling out a pair of briefs. He stepped into them but left them at his ankles, not wanting them to get in the way until they’d finished. “I want to look at you today. Maybe we can invite some of the guys over later so they can look at you too,” he purred, grinning at the rush of vicarious embarrassment he felt. The world hadn’t adjusted to make any of their situation seem remotely normal, and while no one knew the truth of it, there was a group of friends who regularly came around. They simply assumed the pair were rich, kinky hunks, and since they got to take advantage of all three aspects they weren’t going to ask questions. “Now that I think about it…I might have a lot of meetings this week.”
“You are such a jerk,” Noah sighed, his body going red. He knew Kyle could feel his embarrassment, which only made him more embarrassed, but he could also feel the genuine affection lurking beneath the other man’s smug smile.
“Hey, you’re based on me, remember? I’m proud to see how hot you make the other guys,” Kyle said. “Don’t think I’m going to let that OnlyFriends thing drop, either. If it weren’t for my job I’d be a natural at it, which means you will be too.”
“At least I don’t have to worry about you being the jealous type,” Noah chuckled, giving his cock another few tugs.
“Not really something either of us has to worry about,” Kyle shrugged. “Besides…I really, really want you to. You can do all those things I can’t, but I’ll still get to feel ‘em. And it’ll give you something to do on those days when I’m stuck in the office and you’re stuck here being bored and beautiful.”
Noah raised an eyebrow, kneading his churning balls as he increased the pace of his stroking. “Wouldn’t that make things…difficult…for you at work,” he asked. When one of them came they both did, with the other feeling the greater intensity of the release. So if Noah was at home getting fucked, it would be Kyle who’d have to hold back on his howling at work.
“We’ll have to…keep each other…informed…” the bearded brunette grunted, the pressure steadily growing. “But we can…make…it work…”
Noah abruptly pulled his hands away, feeling the other man’s disappointment. “I don’t know…putting myself out there like a piece of meat…whatever would people think,” he asked with mock offense as he slid off the bed. His embarrassment over the idea aside, a part of Noah actually relished the thought, both because it would give him a career of his own as well as let him contribute something to their set up. He knew that Kyle made more than enough for both of them, but he still felt guilty over how things had turned out, which is how he already knew he’d be going through with it regardless. His friend never actually guilt tripped him over any of it, which only made Noah feel even guiltier, which he knew that Kyle knew, which started the chain all over again. Having not just his body but his inner landscape laid bare was a vulnerability like he’d never experienced, a state that was made manageable only by the fact that his friend’s inner workings were an equally open book.
“They’ll probably think ‘damn, that’s a hot piece of meat’,” Kyle laughed, reaching down to tug on Noah’s oozing cock. “And maybe, ‘I really want to suck that dick.’ I know I do,” he said, dropping to his knees. He could feel his own fingers biting into his ample globes as he knelt, his own soft, plump lips gliding along his cock as he started bobbing. He could feel his beard scratching against his thighs, and he could taste Noah tasting himself, enhancing the musky melange currently overwhelming his senses.
“Only if you…do it with me…” the blonde groaned, feeling his own fingers stroking through his hair as he laced them through Kyle’s increasingly messy coif. “At least some of…the time. You can wear a…mask. Just think…one of us getting off without…touching themself. People will…go crazy…”
“And here I thought I was the business expert,” Kyle said when he momentarily pulled his mouth away.
“Wouldn’t that make me one, too,” Noah asked, his mind racing with the possibilities. Now that he wasn’t wrestling with the idea in the first place, all he could think about were the unique “specialties” they could display.
“Fair point,” the kneeling hunk chuckled before impaling his handsome face again. He varied the pace of his bobbing as the pressure at his core grew, switching between the techniques that pulled each of them closer to the edge. It was like diverting the flow from a faucet into separate cups, steadily filling each until one of them spilled over.
In this case, Noah was the one who reached capacity first. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, bucking and spasming as he launched load after load down Kyle’s throat. He could feel the warm liquid splashing in phantom bursts against his own, the salty flavor lingering on his tongue as he vicariously felt his friend’s copious eruption shortly after. “You really know when to make a sales pitch,” he laughed breathlessly.
Kyle only half-heard his friend, his head spinning from the overwhelming release. “I’m…I’m going to need a minute…damn…” he panted, falling back onto his solid rear.
Noah dropped down next to him and threw an arm around the other man, pulling him in close. “Don’t take too long. You’re on a schedule, remember? And you’ve gotta fix your hair and wash that cum out of your beard,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. He helped Kyle to his feet afterwards, bending down and snatching up the briefs that had slipped from the other man’s ankles before the brunette had a chance. “I changed my mind,” Noah smirked as he slid them on. “I want to look at YOU today. Maybe we can switch it up later. Or maybe YOU can put on a show for the guys tonight.” He could feel his friend blushing before the rosy hue appeared, but Kyle didn’t argue.
“Guess that’s fair,” he said, heading back to the bathroom to clean himself up. “Since you’re going to be putting that body to work soon enough, I guess we can give you one last day of wearing something for a while. Here…” he paused at the dresser and pulled out a pair of hot pink bikinis, tossing them to the other man. “...at least take off those boring black ones.”
Comments
The Screaming Moist
I was trying to do a take on the “joined” theme without them actually being physically attached, and I think it still works.
Flounder
I like it when folks’ thoughts/sensations get scrambled and connected like that.
Flounder
Ohhhhh man, this is one of your best ones. I love the idea of the other one feeling far more of the sensation than the one being physical.
