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Hidden Passages: Get Excited
🕑 Added 2024-07-29 15:39:55 +0000 UTC“Uh…dude? You good? I know this is super fuckin’ weird, but I kinda think I’m the one who should be more freaked out, here.”
Mark didn’t know how to respond. He kept thinking it all had to be a dream, that Todd couldn’t really be standing in his house wearing nothing but a teal muscle shirt, pink bikini briefs, and bright sneakers. But, if it really was a dream, it was the most realistic one the stunned stud had ever experienced. The details were crisp and clear, and the bizarre events were entirely coherent despite their impossible nature. Mark kept waiting for the bottom to drop out, for things to take a surreal turn and finally confirm that he was just having the best dream of his life, yet with each passing moment he became more and more convinced that they actually were both wide awake. It left the olive-hued hunk in an awkward position. On the one hand, he was thrilled that years of fantasies were becoming a reality as his dreams appeared to be literally coming true. On the other, it meant the book had been real, that he’d just inadvertently altered both of their lives in a major way, a realization that brought with it a considerable surge of guilt.
At the moment, though, Mark’s emotions were still wrestling. True, he was overwhelmed, anxious, and afraid, but he was mostly turned on. He’d never seen his friend in any state of undress aside from a few shirtless pictures on social media, and the other man’s bare, meaty thighs were every bit as impressive as he’d imagined. The stuffed bulge and ample cheeks were even more tantalizing but Mark had only gotten a brief glimpse so far, something that, amongst so many other aspects of their lives, would soon be changing.
“Sorry, it’s just, uh…a lot,” Mark finally said. He blinked and shook his head, forcing his eyes up from Todd’s exposed lower half in a futile attempt at slowing his surging arousal. Considering his friend’s handsome features, though, it was a lateral move at best. Despite only being in the back half of his thirties, Todd’s short, once-dark hair had already gone mostly gray, giving him a curiously contrasting, rugged appearance. His face was shaped in the square, strong mold of a lifelong athlete, with bright eyes and plump lips, which, when coupled with his brawny physique, left him a stocky, steely-haired stud. He had a Silver Fox crop above and the solid body of a young jock below, with his salt-and-pepper, stubble-covered smirk splitting the difference in between. He was friendly and charming, with a deep, smooth voice and a quick, kind smile, both of which melted hearts and heated loins wherever he went. At 5’9”, Todd’s only conceivable flaw was his somewhat short stature, but considering that he’d stunted his growth by beginning his bodybuilding journey at a young age, he made up for the missing inches in well-muscled mass. He was broad and beefy, not trim and tapering, his hard-earned definition making his bulk seem all the more impressive. Like his experienced-yet-youthful features, his burly-yet-chiseled body was deceptive, appearing thick from a distance and under clothes, only to stand out in sculpted glory once exposed and up close. Currently, the majority of that solid build was on display, with Todd’s broad shoulders, piledriver arms, and hefty pecs hanging from the scooped neck and open sides of his muscle shirt, while his barely-covered bottom was barely covered by the white, draping top. The light color of the fabric accentuated the similar shades in Todd’s close-cut hair while simultaneously popping against his smooth, tanned skin, the skimpy pink underwear standing out like a beacon by comparison whenever the brawny hunk lifted his arms. “Walk me through it again,” Mark asked, his heart racing.
“Maybe you should sit down? You’re lookin’ a little shaky.” Todd nodded towards the nearby couch, flashing a smug smirk as he flexed one arm and used the other to absently run a hand along his abs, casually lifting the bottom of his shirt in the process. “Haven’t literally knocked anyone off their feet with this bod’ since my wrestling days.”
If his supposedly-straight friend was at all aware of his oddly flirtatious behavior, Mark didn’t see any clues in the other man’s bright eyes. Not that he looked very long, as the sight of the shorter stud’s stuffed bulge immediately pulled his attention away from Todd’s face. “You DO seem weirdly calm about everything,” Mark said as he dropped down onto the sofa. A quick scan of the room from his new vantage point failed to produce the book that had somehow started all of this, and the flustered man had a sinking feeling that it might be gone for good. It shouldn’t have been possible, the weathered tome should have been on the counter where he’d left it, but “impossible” was a concept that had apparently lost a sizable chunk of its meaning.
Todd shrugged and shook his head. “I know, right? It’s so weird…I’m well aware of how freaked out I should be, but I just don’t feel it. One second I’m at home and everything’s normal, and the next my pants are just gone. Completely. Like, all of them. Shorts too. And it feels so normal I didn’t even notice at first! I guess pants don’t apply to me anymore? Fuck that’s weird to say,” Todd laughed, his eyes wide. “The world shouldn’t work that way…I know that…but I guess for me it does? Only thing I ever cover my shit with now are panties like these,” he said, once again lifting his shirt to expose the stuffed bikinis. He snapped the elastic waist and turned in a slow circle, giving Mark an unobstructed view of the thick, meaty globes spilling out the back. “Never worn shit like this in my life! All I had were boxer briefs, and most of those were black or gray. Now my underwear’s all small and bright and can barely hold my junk. I mean, look at this!” Todd hefted his barely-contained bulge, the taut fabric clearly outlining the fat, heavy cock and hefty balls it contained. “My dick’s just, like, right there. I thought there’s no way I could possibly leave my place like this…but…next thing I know I’m putting my shoes on and coming over here. And no one said anything! Lots of people looked, which, I mean, I get,” Todd grinned, flexing his sculpted pecs. “I’d look too if I saw a dude like me walking down the street dressed like this. Especially now! Fuck,” he groaned, taking a deep breath. “How come you never told me how hot dudes were? Shit…I’m gettin’ hard just being near you, man.” The silver-haired hunk sighed as his cock twitched and lengthened, making no move to try and cover himself or turn away. “But I guess that’s how things are now, right? Yesterday I’m just a regular dude, and now I’m some horned up muscle daddy who dances and works his dick for other guys? It’s wild.”
Mark dug his fingers into the cushion beneath him, clinging to the couch like a man adrift at sea. He opened and closed his mouth several times before any words would actually come. “Wait…what do you mean ‘that’s just how things are now’? You’re not a dancer…you work in an office…right?” Mark had never wanted anyone to agree with him more than he did in that moment. If Todd said yes, then there was still a slim chance he hadn’t actually destroyed both their lives.
The shorter man shook his head, unaware of the slight motion’s colossal impact on his seated friend. “I mean…I did. Not anymore. It’s so weird…I was never much of a dancer, dude, but look at this shit!” Mark’s cock throbbed when Todd began writhing. Even through the growing haze of his stunned dread, the seated stud was still able to appreciate the fact that one of his most frequent fantasies was playing out in front of him. He’d longed for this very sight for years, to watch Todd’s burly body squirming and shimmying, deftly alternating between flexing, posing and twerking as he slowly stripped free of the draping muscle shirt and tossed it aside. The dancing hunk wagged his tented bikinis inches from Mark’s face and dropped low to grind his muscled globes against the dark-haired man’s lap, playing out word-for-word everything that the overwhelmed man had written in the book earlier that day.
After paging through entry after entry of detailed fantasies, Mark had been inspired to write out his own. He didn’t know where the book had come from or who’d started it, he’d simply stumbled across the worn leather tome on his walk home from work. Reading through the previous passages, he’d been excited to find what he’d assumed was some kind of art project, fully intending to take the book and leave it somewhere for someone else to continue after he’d added his contribution. The preceding entries ranged from relatively mundane fantasies to exceptionally strange, which served to both lessen the pressure and add fuel to his lustful imagination. Mark didn’t think of himself as any sort of writer, and he’d jumped straight to business. Of course he’d write about Todd. He’d fantasized about the handsome hunk daily for nearly five years, and “hidden crushes” seemed to be the running theme between most of the passages. He also didn’t feel the need to add a preamble or lengthy explanation based on the entries that preceded his own; it was all just a fantasy. It didn’t matter how it happened, Todd simply wouldn’t wear anything on his lower half other than skimpy underwear. His friend didn’t need a reason to no longer work in an office; he was just a stripper with an OnlyFriends now. And, perhaps most importantly, the reason why Todd was suddenly attracted to men was irrelevant as long as he was. Mark had read many entries where people also fantasized about changing bodies, but, as far as he was concerned, Todd’s meaty proportions were already perfect. It was only the context that needed to change. At least for one of them. “You’re…you’re definitely a dancer now,” Mark stammered, a punch of embarrassment hitting him when he saw the damp spot forming on the front of his tented shorts.
“Figured you’d like that,” Todd purred, running his hands down his firm midsection and finally pushing the pointless bikinis free. He gave his solid log of a cock a few strokes as he kicked out of them, a bashful smile on his face. “I guess I didn’t have to ‘figure’ anything…I knew you’d love it. It’s why I came over here. The second all this happened, I just had to come show you. As weird as it is…it feels fuckin’ great, man. This is actually super fun. I know I should be freaked out and embarrassed or whatever, but I’m just…” he trailed off and shrugged, his eyes locked on his seated friend. “I’m glad we’re doing this together. Don’t worry, dude. I got us covered. You bring that big, dumb, beautiful body…I’ll supply the dick and the brains.”
Mark could feel the words coming. He tightened his lips and tensed his neck, trying desperately to keep it all inside. He knew there’d be no going back once he spoke, but already it was too late. He felt his clothes, all of them, suddenly vanish, leaving his strapping, naked frame on display in all its erect glory. He was every bit as built as his friend, though his taller frame allowed for more of a natural taper, a trait that started to become increasingly pronounced with each passing moment. Mark could feel his shoulders pushing apart, could see his already-prominent pecs beginning to swell in time with his thickening thighs, but still he refused to speak. Even when his six-and-a-half inches began to shrink and recede to a seemingly pitiful three inches, looking even smaller between the meaty trunks, Mark stayed silent. He fought against the smile that struggled to form at the sight of his near-caricature of a body, and he could feel the giddy rush coursing through him, the mounting pressure in his head finally forcing his lips apart. “That’s…that’s, like, so great, bro,” he chuckled, an inflated hand shooting to his shrunken equipment. Mark blinked in a daze as his increasingly addled thoughts began to circle the drain of his limited new attention span, trying to cling to the knowledge of what was happening. It was all just supposed to be a fantasy. Todd was so strong and masculine and confident that he thought it would be fun to imagine himself as the shorter man’s himbo, boy-toy bottom, a vacant slab of curvy, horny meat for the taking. Since Todd was a horse-hung muscle daddy, he’d imagined himself as the opposite, turned on by the thought of his hulking frame sporting a petite little showpiece. And show it he would. Mark had written that he’d do everything Todd did and then some, his uninhibited new existence dialing everything up to eleven. While he hadn’t specified a constant state of exposure like he had for the other man, that only made things more challenging. Strutting around in skimpy bikinis would now be considered overdressed for the addled Adonis, only he wouldn’t be able to get away with it like Todd did. Mark had just enough awareness left to acknowledge the embarrassment he should have felt at the thought of having to constantly be wrangled to stay clothed, but the emotion never came. It was why he’d been so afraid as soon as Todd showed up. He’d felt guilty for what he’d done to his friend, but he was just as concerned about what he’d done to himself at the same time. Like the other man, he had a degree and a successful career and a busy social life, all of which were about to undergo a significant transformation or be rendered moot. As he lumbered up from the couch and looked down at Todd from his new 6’4” vantage point, it occurred to Mark that, even if the book hadn’t vanished, he wouldn’t have been able to write a new passage to fix things. As things stood now, he could barely write his own name. “Is this…am I…me?” he sputtered, reaching around to feel the muscled mountains that had replaced his firm bubble. With his pinched waist and juicy pecs Mark had gone from strapping to curvy, like an erotic drawing come to life.
“Who else would you be, big guy,” Todd laughed, his hands landing on the taller man’s jutting chest. “Not a lot left rattling around up there, huh?”
“Nope!” Mark said, unsure why his smile seemed out of place. “Did…did something…go bad? I feel funny…”
“Of course not,” Todd cooed, his hands sliding down to Mark’s trim waist. He batted his thick club against the taller man’s tiny nub, drawing in close for a quick kiss. “This is just how things are now, right?
“Uh-huh,” Mark nodded, a whole-body quiver running through him. A part of him felt like the explanation wasn’t enough, but a bigger part was more than ready to accept the new status quo and everything that implied. “Does that mean you’ll fuck me now? I reeeeaaaaally want you to fuck me now.”
Todd laughed and craned his neck for another kiss. “To be fair, you always want me to fuck you. You have for a long time, haven’t you? I don’t know how I know that, but…” he paused and ground his cock against Mark’s stomach, his hands latching onto the bigger man’s ample rear. “How long have you thought about this?”
Mark blinked and furrowed his brow. He knew it was a long time, but he was having a hard time with anything numerical. “Like, so long,” he finally said, giving a dull laugh. “Fuck…I’m not so good with numbers anymore. Like, any of ‘em! What the fuck,” he laughed again, his bright eyes wide as he gazed down at Todd. “What am I gonna do now?!”
“You’re going to turn around and bend over,” the shorter man purred, giving Mark’s ass a swat. “And then I’m going to take care of you like you wanted.”
The dark-haired hunk spun in his friend’s grip and thrust his mammoth melons back, wagging the muscled mounds like an excited tail. “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned when Todd’s lubed monster slowly pushed between them, his moans growing in both intensity and volume. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…yessss…yes…fuck me…harder…hhooOOUUuuuHHH…” Mark’s howling took a wordless turn, his inflated pecs bouncing in time with his rippling cheeks as Todd’s steam driven hips hammered into him. He was still aware of his old life enough to know that he was finally getting the thing he’d wanted most, and then some, but at a price he’d never imagined.
“There we go,” Todd grunted, not breaking his rolling rhythm. “See? I got you. Nothing you need to worry about when I’m around. You just let me call the shots.”
Mark could feel himself melting at the sound of his friend’s deep, confident voice. Though he was half a foot taller and considerably broader, he was putty in the stocky stud’s rugged hands. It was all just supposed to have been a dumb fantasy. Todd strutting around half naked, himself as a big dumb jock, both of them hopelessly in love with each other. None of it was supposed to be real. But, as Mark howled and whimpered with wild abandon, as his lustful thoughts trudged through the molasses of his mind, he didn’t think he’d go back even if he could. “Oh fuck…oh fuck you feel good…gonna cum, dude…gonna cum so hard…little dick’s about to…blowwWWOOOHHH!” Mark broke off in a wail, his shrunken cock spurting like a little squirt gun. The parts of himself that still remembered how things should have been were embarrassed at the meager load, and how different things felt, but at the same time he was thrilled. That very embarrassment, the contrast between Todd’s thick log hanging off his stocky frame and the tiny nub poking off his own herculean build, was exactly what Mark had been after.
“Good job, bud,” Todd chuckled, his voice dripping with condescension. “Let’s see if I can…top…it…” he gave a deep grunt and picked up speed, sending ripple after ripple through Mark’s broadened body until he erupted deep inside the bigger man. The dark-haired hulk gasped at the warm sensation, his shrunken member already throbbing back to life.
“Oh, dude, that felt, like, huge,” Mark cheered, grinning at the waterfall running down his meaty thighs when Todd pulled free. “You’re so good at that! I’m hard again already,” he said, absently toying with his rigid little poker. The old Mark was mortified at the thought of himself standing naked and casually tweaking his tiny cock while cum ran down his legs, but the new one was perfectly content.
“When are you not hard,” Todd asked, giving his friend’s muscled melons a slap. “Go get yourself cleaned up before you forget.”
Mark nodded excitedly and lumbered over to the bathroom, his head spinning as he stepped into the shower. It wasn’t just that he filled the space in a way he never had before; it was how quickly things were starting to feel entirely normal. At first, he’d clearly known what was happening, that what he’d written in the strange book was all coming to pass, but as he stood under the warm stream and scrubbed himself things were growing hazy. He knew something had happened; he just couldn’t put his finger on what. And by the time he toweled off and scampered naked and hard back out into the apartment, he could barely do that. “All clean!” he said proudly, as if it was an accomplishment.
“Good job, bud,” Todd said, not looking up from his phone. He’d slipped into a fresh pair of bikinis which he’d plucked from the dresser in their now-shared bedroom, a fact that sent a faint shiver of excitement through the bigger man. Mark wasn’t sure exactly why, but the thought of the other man living with him felt new and exciting. “What’s up? You’ve got a weird look on your face,” Todd said when he finally put his phone down.
“I like looking at you,” Mark shrugged, a giant hand still tweaking his shrunken cock. “You’re pretty!”
Todd actually blushed as he wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist and tilted his head back for a kiss. “Flatterer,” he purred, giving Mark’s rear a squeeze. “You’re not so bad yourself. Speaking of…I don’t go on tonight until ten. Do you want to warm the crowd up for me?”
“Okay!” Mark nodded, excited by the prospect of a crowded bar seeing him in all his buff, bare glory. Unlike his friend, Mark still had to at least try and wear all his clothes, and he relished any chance he had to take them off, regardless of where he was. And while he knew he wasn’t as good a dancer as Todd, he also knew that wasn’t why people liked to look at him. “Will you fuck me on stage again,” he asked, feeling only a slight echo of embarrassment at the thought.
The shorter man raised an eyebrow and gave Mark’s cheeks another squeeze. “All depends on how excited you get everyone,” he smirked.
The dark-haired hunk stuck out his heaping pecs, a look of determination on his face. “Oh, dude, you, like, don’t even know. I’m gonna get ‘em so excited.”
Comments
The Screaming Moist
That wasn't in the original outline, but once I started writing it felt like the way to go.
Ruffcub
This was amazing! I love your Hidden Passages series and this one didn’t disappoint. The twist with Mark’s realisation that he was caught up in his own fantasy was a chef kiss moment!
