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🕑 Added 2024-07-26 14:11:58 +0000 UTCTravis yawned contentedly on his massive bed. He still wasn’t used to sleeping on something that felt large under his sizeable, 6’4” frame, but since he’d made his wish the muscular man was still getting used to a lot of things. He swung his meaty legs over the edge and stretched his powerful, naked body in the late morning light.
“Fuckin’ incredible,” he said, scratching at the hairy patch on his abs as he walked over to the far wall and looked out over the city. The entire room was surrounded by clear glass, giving him an unobstructed view from above. Even though he was thirty stories up and no one could see him, he still felt a thrill at literally towering over the sprawling metropolis while in the buff. Travis had always been smug about his looks, and he’d only grown more arrogant since everything changed.
Now that he could afford the best food, the best supplements, and the best beauty regimen, the athletic giant was like a walking statue. It had only been a month, but in that time he’d become shredded. He’d lost what little fat he’d had to begin with, leaving him covered in sculpted muscle. His bulging pecs were a work of art, standing out prominently above his trim waist and washboard stomach, while his arms were thick and firm, doubling in size with the slightest movement. The broad shoulders and strong, wide back accentuated the v-shaped taper to his upper body. There was an expertly maintained dusting of raven hairs that matched the ones on his scalp accentuating his ample muscles, leaving him looking masculine without appearing overly hairy. Not wanting to seem top heavy, Travis kept his lower half in equal shape, with a set of wide, defined quads and a large, round ass above his rocky calves and huge feet.
Most people thought his handsome, sharply-featured face was his pride and joy, with it’s high cheekbones, plump lips, and trim beard. Travis’s black, short-cropped hair was styled weekly now that he could afford it, and with his daily skin-care treatments the young stud had the face of a model. While Travis was well aware of his symmetrical good looks, his true pride and joy was the long, thick hose hanging between his ample thighs. It sprouted from his small, manicured bush and dangled a heavy six inches soft. It added an additional two when hard and was offset by an equally hefty set of hairy balls. With his body alone, the young man was impressive. His body coupled with his newly acquired wealth? He was unstoppable.
Just thinking about everything that happened got him hard. He reached down and started stroking his lengthy monster, looking out over the city while he pumped and tweaked a pert nipple on one of his firm pecs. His immediate memory was of the thin, chesty redhead he’d fucked the night before. He’d never had a problem scoring a hookup, but now he went through women like most people went through paper towels. He didn’t even think about it anymore. With his new status, he’d also been able to elevate his selection from random bar girls to high society women. Rich, beautiful and eager. In the past month he’d bedded everyone from eighteen year old heiresses throwing around daddy’s money, to middle-aged cougars who wanted some fresh meat in their lives. Travis liked the young girls’ energy, but the older women brought experience to the table. So long as they left once he got off, he didn’t really care either way.
While he enjoyed his rampant sexual conquests, it was thinking about how all this came to be that really got him off. A month ago he’d been a poor grad student, just doing his best to scrape by. Now, at twenty three, he was living like a god.
He and Scott were working on their thesis in cultural studies when he’d made the discovery. Technically they’d both made it, but Travis liked to take the credit. If it had been up to him, he’d have cut Scott out of the picture altogether, but unfortunately he’d needed the other man to make this work. Luckily it was no problem to keep Scott in line. The other man was practically born to be pushed around. He was a short 5’8” and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet. Travis knew that last part was probably an exaggeration. He grudgingly had to admit that Scott’s lean, whipcord body had some impressive definition, but no real bulk. The smaller man wasn’t bad looking for a nerdy bookworm, but the size difference made it easy for Travis to throw his actual weight around.
Though Travis had discovered the location, It was Scott who had decided to pursue the genie, or djinn, angle in the first place. Once the smaller man got a subject in his teeth he was like a dog with a bone, so Travis had been able to sit back and watch while his partner did all the leg work. He’d been incredulous when Scott claimed to have discovered the true origin behind the magic lamp and three wishes archetype, and even more so when the other man said it was real. It had taken nearly a week of Scott practically begging for Travis to even look at his notes, but one he did, the big man was convinced.
From then on, he’d taken over. He, often literally, pushed Scott aside and made the arrangements, booking them both a flight to the Arizona desert. A few days of hiking later and the two men found themselves in an unmarked cave staring at an incredibly intricate carving. It wasn’t some prehistoric cave painting, either, but an ornately decorated seal that had been chiseled into the rock. This was the first part where he needed a partner. The seal was actually a door that required two people to open, and even then it wasn’t easy. After a millennia of being closed, the door was eager to stay that way. When they finally did crack it open, a gust of fetid wind shot out like a tornado from an unseen source. It continued to blow the entire time, even after they’d slipped inside the small chamber, grabbed the horn, and ran. They could hear the phantom wind howling like an angry animal the entire hike back.
The horn itself was where the classic genie’s lamp image came from. It was long and cylindrical, covered in the same intricate sigils that had adorned the seal keeping it hidden. Instead of rubbing a lamp, there was a hole at one end that a person would blow in to. As nothing more than a historical artifact, it was priceless. No one knew anything about the civilization that had created it, or what happened to them if they ever existed in the first place.
It was once the horn had been sounded that things got a little muddy. Like the seal, it required two people. One had to hold the horn while the other blew into it. Neither Scott nor Travis were exactly sure how it worked, but from what they’d found in their research, they’d both decided that it was a very bad idea for one person to try and use it. The references they’d found to people who’d tried didn’t seem to end well. The unfortunate soul didn’t end up trapped in a lamp as much as they appeared to become a pile of ash on the ground. The horn didn’t summon a sentient creature like a djinn, but instead punched a hole and pulled forth extra dimensional energy. The energy would imbue the people holding the horn, and it was this strange force that let them create their wish.
The energies weren’t strong enough to change the entire world, only the affected person’s small corner of it. A person could change their own life, and maybe that would go on to have a global impact, but they couldn’t immediately wish for something like world domination. The two people also couldn’t wish for the same thing, meaning whoever went second couldn’t alter the world in the same way as the first. Again, they weren’t sure what would happen if they made the attempt, but both men had a sinking suspicion that the sudden disappearance of an advanced civilization that could alter reality may have had something to do with two people biting off more than they could chew.
Otherwise, it was relatively simple. The horn had to be sounded on a new moon, as that was when the barriers between the worlds were thinnest. The first person would make their wish, then the second had to wait until the following new moon to make theirs. Afterwards there was still enough residual energy in the two men for them to make a joint wish on the third new moon.
Travis had made sure that he went first. Though neither of them knew what was going to happen, he wasn’t about to risk losing out on his wish in case Scott wanted the same thing. They set up in his ratty apartment, drawing the necessary symbols on the floor and with Scott holding the horn while Travis blew into it. As soon as he did, they knew it was real. The whole building seemed to shake from the sound, and both men continued to vibrate even after the booming, foghorn had stopped. Travis saw the stunned look of shock on Scott’s face, but before the other man could react, he unleashed the energy coursing through him.
The wish didn’t take the form of spoken words, but focused intent. He took a deep breath and forced the world to warp around him, thinking about all the money and wealth and luxury he’d ever wanted. He could feel the energy being pulled out of Scott to join with his own as the world blurred. There was a sensation of weightlessness, then a tugging and pulling, as if they were being forced through a tunnel, before they were blinded by a bright flash of light. When their vision cleared, the two disoriented young men found themselves in Travis’s current home. He’d gone from a dilapidated one-bedroom apartment to a plush penthouse comprising the top two floors of a high rise overlooking the city.
“UUUnnnnnn…” Travis grunted and sprayed against the glass wall, savoring the memory of how it felt to get his wish. When he’d pumped out every last bit onto the view of the peasants below, he sauntered into his plush bathroom to shower off. The massive bathroom was bigger than his previous apartment had been, with a deep tub, sauna, and large shower lined with jets. He stood in the streams, loving how excessive it all felt. Once he was done he stepped into the sauna next door and let his ample muscles relax while the steam opened his pores. “How did I ever live without this,” he sighed, letting his head rest against the back wall.
A few minutes later there was a tap on the glass and Travis looked up to see a burly, middle aged man looking in on him. He was a stout bulldog, with a round, full face and a barrel torso that bulged against his black polo. An equally thick lower half filled out his expensive grey slacks as he stood discretely holding a towel.
“Mornin’ Henry,” Travis said, stretching his brawny arms. He and Scott had discovered the other man already in the apartment when he’d made his wish. Given his insane new wealth, Henry acted as his live-in bodyguard, personal assistant, and whatever else Travis wanted. He knew the older man was paid well, and he made sure to get his money’s worth by bossing him around. It wasn’t just the pay, either. For some reason, Henry looked exactly like the high school football coach that Travis had always hated. The man had been a tyrant, and though Travis knew Henry wasn’t actually the man from his past, he was close enough. At first he’d been confused by the man’s appearance, until he quickly realized how much he enjoyed bossing him around.
“Good morning, sir,” Henry said in his deep, gravelly voice. Travis loved that he even sounded like his former coach. It wasn’t something he’d ever have intentionally included, but that’s how the wishes worked. Like with Henry, things were pulled from his subconscious that he wasn’t even aware that he’d wanted. As far as he was concerned, it worked better that way since he wasn’t interested in the details. He didn’t know anything about international finance, yet he found himself with real estate holdings around the globe, stock portfolios, and offshore accounts, all bursting at the seams.
Travis got up and sauntered out, flexing his sculpted body in front of the other man. “Did that chick get out last night,” he asked while Henry started toweling him dry.
“Yes sir,” Henry said with a sly grin. “She wasn’t too happy at being shown the door.”
“They never are,” Travis laughed. “I mean, you can’t blame ‘em,” he said, hefting his meaty package.
“No sir, you can’t,” Henry agreed quickly. Travis did his best to throw him off, but he’d never seen even the slightest discomfort from the other man. He strutted around naked constantly, he fucked in front of him, he made Henry give him massages, he’d even jerked off in front of the beefy man, but Henry never so much as flinched.
Travis spread his muscular arms to let Henry drape a soft robe over him. He left it hanging open as he made his way down the spiral staircase to the lower level with the other man in tow. As always, there was a spread of food and coffee waiting for him. Since getting his wish, Travis didn’t have to do anything for himself. There was someone to do the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, and any other annoying chore that he used to hate. Now he could spend his time continuing his research when he wanted, and throwing his money around when he didn’t. He was eager to travel, but he didn’t want to do that until after they were both done with their wishes.
As much as he’d love to never see Scott again, he had to be there for the other man to make his wish. Not out of a sense of obligation, but necessity. He could already feel the energy building again, setting him on edge, and if he didn’t release it with Scott that night it would consume them both. His leg bounced nervously when he thought about it. He didn’t like the idea that he had no control over the other man’s wish. Since he’d taken the wealth for himself, he didn’t know what his scrawny partner had in mind.
“Everything alright, sir?” Henry asked, looking towards Travis’s restless leg.
Instead of feeling gratitude that Henry was concerned, Travis was annoyed by the question. He locked Henry’s gaze with cruel eyes. “Did I ever tell you how much you look like my old coach?”
“You’ve mentioned it,” Henry nodded.
“He was a big, beefy guy too. He liked to strut around the locker room after practice and workouts, lording his size over all of us. Fuck...he probably got off on it.” Travis gave a short laugh and shook his head, an evil thought coming to mind. “Take your clothes off,” he said flatly.
“Sir?” was all Henry asked, still looking unfazed.
“You heard me. I wanna see exactly how similar you guys are.” Without hesitating, Henry peeled off his tight polo, exposing his hairy, meaty torso. His heavy, shelf-like chest rested on a muscled gut that squished as he bent to slide his pants down his tree trunk thighs. “All the way,” Travis said sharply when Henry paused at his black boxer briefs. The older man just gave a short nod and pulled them down before righting himself to stand naked in front of Travis. “Damn…” Travis whistled, making Henry turn in a circle, “...you really do look just like him. Even that pudgy cock is the same,” he laughed, nodding towards Henry’s short, wide pole. “Not so impressive anymore, are you?” Travis had an edge to his voice as he motioned to his own sculpted, hung body. “Who’s the big man now, coach?”
“You are,” Henry said, picking up Travis’s train of thought.
Travis closed his eyes and smiled, hearing his old coach’s voice say those words. His long cock twitched at the rush of power he felt. “The big man calls the shots, right? Isn’t that what you always used to say when you made us run til we puked?” Travis jabbed his now-solid eight inches into Henry’s gut, making the older man’s cock seem small by comparison. “You’re not looking so big anymore.”
“Want me to take care of that, sir?” Henry was stoic as he asked, locking eyes with Travis and knowing the answer without the younger man having to say anything. With a nod, the burly man dropped to his knees and swallowed Travis’s thick cock. Travis moaned triumphantly, latching on to Henry’s buzzed scalp with his hands and roughly jamming his rigid pole in and out of the other man’s mouth.
He tried to channel all of his anxious energy into his pumping hips. He knew what he was doing was cruel and unnecessary, but he didn’t care. He thought about where he’d been just a month ago and how Scott would be there soon and how all of this still wasn’t set in stone yet. He told himself his current actions were because this new life was still tentative. If he woke up tomorrow and it was gone, he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity to experience the power that his new wealth brought him. With a quick movement he pulled his cock free just in time to explode all over the older man’s face, still imagining that it was his coach getting sprayed.
“You’re a man of many talents, Henry,” Travis panted, a broad smile on his face as he looked at the cum dripping down the other man.
“It’s what you pay me for, sir,” was all Henry said.
“Clean yourself up and get dressed,” Travis spat, heading back up to his bedroom. He pulled out a pair of small black briefs and slid them on, loving how the soft fabric felt as it accentuated his meaty package and firm rear. He laughed when he thought about how each pair would have cost him a week’s rent in his former life, and how little that currently meant to him. He folded his arms across his protruding pecs and took up his spot overlooking the city as he waited for Scott, hoping that he’d still have the same view tomorrow.
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Scott waited for the elevator doors to open with bated breath. He already felt super charged from the energies they were about to release, and his anxiety wasn’t helping. He was so close. Everything he and Travis had worked towards, knowingly or not, was finally coming to fruition.
It all seemed so impossible on the surface, yet riding up to his large friend’s penthouse mansion, there was no denying that what they’d found out in the desert was real. The strange, unfathomably old door, the horn with the alien engravings, the howling wind that followed them over the sands; he and Travis really had discovered a working relic from a forgotten past.
Even with all the other evidence, it wasn’t until they’d conducted the ritual that he’d let himself fully believe. Scott still had a hard time wrapping his head around what he’d felt that night a month ago. It was like he and Travis fell into sync, like they broke the laws of physics and occupied the same spot in space and time. Their bodies vibrated with the extra-dimensional force, the pressure building and building until it felt like they would explode. When Travis made his wish, the release was like nothing they’d ever experienced. It was the most intense orgasm, mixed with finally letting out a sneeze that had been building for months, on top of scratching an itch that hadn’t been touched in years. It was euphoric. For one brief instant, he and Travis shared a moment of bliss.
Then it was over. His burly friend was gone and he was somehow back in his apartment. Scott wasn’t at all surprised that Travis insisted on being the first to make a wish. After so many months of getting pushed around, both literally and figuratively, he knew the other man well enough to know how he’d act and exactly what he’d wish for. That was fine with him. As soon as it seemed like any of this might be real, Scott had started making his plan. So far, everything was falling into place.
He let out the breath he’d been holding as the elevator doors opened on his friend’s luxurious new home. Across the vast, open room he could see the lights of the city starting to flicker on through the clear glass wall as the sun set. Since Travis made his wish he’d only been here once, and the view was as stunning as he remembered.
“Right on time.” Scott did his best to appear calm as Travis appeared at the top of the stairs. The tall, muscular man was clad only in a pair of small black gym shorts, leaving the rest of his sculpted frame exposed.
“Holy shit dude, look at you!” Scott gave a shocked laugh at the sight of Travis’s shredded body. He’d only seen the other man once in the past month, but in that time his friend had taken his already impressive body to another level.
“I know, right?” Travis spread his beefy arms and looked down at his bulging pecs and washboard abs with a smug grin. “Turns out when you’re super rich and have a lot of time on your hands it’s way easier to stay in shape.”
Despite the warmth of the room, Scott shivered when Travis shook his hand and he watched goosebumps spread across the other man’s broad shoulders. The energy was already eager to be released. They both laughed awkwardly and quickly let go. “It feels like ants are crawling under my skin,” Scott said, squirming.
Travis sighed and ran a hand through his short, black hair. “I know...I’ve been on edge all day.”
Scott pulled his eyes away from his friend’s granite bicep in time to catch the odd look Travis gave the older man standing on the other side of the room. “So things have been going well?”
“Yeah, yeah, things are great, actually. Being insanely wealthy is just as much fun as you’d think. Sorry I’ve been out of touch...I’ve been a little busy getting used to things around here.”
Scott waved away Travis’s excuse. “Whatever, man. Don’t worry about. I totally get it.” He whistled and looked around the room. “This place is crazy. I bet you’ve been getting laid non-stop?”
Travis’s smug grin re-appeared as he reached down and adjusted the large lump in his shorts. “Dude, you don’t know the half of it. Money comes with all kinds of privileges.”
Scott forced a grin as he looked past the arrogant man to the darkening sky outside. “So where do we want to do this? Looks like it’s just about time.”
Travis seemed just as eager to quit the small talk and motioned for Scott to follow. “There’s a patio on the other side with an infinity pool that’s bigger than my old apartment. I figured we’d do this out there. You never told me, man, what’re you going to wish for?”
Scott was grateful that he was staring at Travis’s broad back and shifting globes as they made their way outside. He didn’t have the best poker face. “You know me...I’m not into flashy stuff like this. I just want a successful career.”
“Always the workaholic…” Travis shook his head and slid the door open, ushering them both out onto the large patio that overlooked the city. “I’ll take this any day.”
“Then this should work out for both of us,” Scott said as he pulled out the horn. “You ready?”
“Don’t have much choice,” Travis shrugged.
Scott gave a quick nod and placed the ancient relic against his lips while his larger friend held it in place. Focusing on his desire, the lean man took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and blew. The same deafening roar bellowed out, growing in volume as it did and shaking the windows around them so much that Scott was afraid they’d break. The concrete of the patio trembled beneath their feet as the energies inside them surged to the surface. The howling, desert wind that had followed them out of the cave suddenly battered them again with hurricane force. The pressure building inside their bodies was painful now, threatening to overwhelm each of them if it wasn’t released soon. The horn continued to blow and Scott felt like he was going to suffocate as the oxygen was pulled out of him. He wasn’t blowing into the horn, it was sucking the air from his body of its own volition.
Just as things seemed like they were about to spiral out of control, the balance was reached. The howling wind joined with the deafening bellow to form a deep, harmonious tone. The sound washed over them, piercing their bodies and letting the energies flow out from one reality and into another. There was the same brief instant of shared bliss, and then, as quickly as it started, it was over.
“Fuuuuuuuck me that’s intense…” Scott panted, doubling over and gripping his knees as he caught his breath.
“Yeah...it sure as hell is…” Travis gasped, equally winded. “This time felt even more...more…”
“Whoa!” Scott darted forward and grabbed his friend when the larger man started swaying on his feet. Travis towered over him, but Scott was able to keep him upright with an arm around the other man’s trim waist and one of Travis’s heavy arms over his own thin shoulder. He reached up and put his free hand on one of the meaty pecs to steady the shirtless man. “You okay dude?”
Travis blinked and shook his head, leaning into Scott’s smaller frame. “Damn...just got really dizzy. I think it’s passing…”
Scott could feel Travis’s heart starting to beat faster against the palm he had resting on the bare chest. The arm that had been hanging limply over his shoulder tensed as Travis’s fingers began absently brushing against the front of Scott’s shirt. He looked up and saw the taller man’s handsome face looking down at him with a confused expression.
Travis’s deep voice shook slightly as he spoke. “What...what did you wish for again?” The world had stopped spinning, but he still hadn’t moved to pull away from the smaller man
Scott couldn’t fight the triumphant grin that spread across his face. “You,” he said flatly, his hand stroking across Travis’s firm chest. His friend’s heart was a jackhammer and he could feel the large body start to tremble against him.
“Wh...what?” Scott loved the look of confusion and fear that washed over Travis’s normally arrogant features.
“You heard me. Did it work?” Scott traced his hand down through the valley of Travis’s pecs and over the washboard abs to grip his friend’s hefty package through his shorts. The big man let out a quick, shocked gasp and Scott could already feel him hardening against his hand.
Travis kept looking back and forth between Scott’s hand on his crotch and the smaller man’s face with wide, shocked eyes. “But...wait! You...you cant!”
Scott laughed and squeezed Travis’s twitching bulge harder. “Apparently I can. Do you want me to let go?”
“No!” Travis’s face went beet red, then pale white, at his quick response. “I mean...ye...y…” He eventually gave up trying to protest. “What did you do?”
“Just what it feels like. Come on...are you surprised?” Scott laughed at Travis’s silent nod. “Really? You never noticed me staring? You never stopped to wonder why I put up with your bullshit?” He slipped his other hand into the back of Travis’s shorts, squeezing one of the solid globes. “Hard as a rock and about half as smart,” he sighed. “Though, to be fair, I did try to hide it towards the end there, once it started to feel like this could be real.”
“But I’m not...I don’t…hey!” After so many months of hearing nothing but insults, the sound of Travis’s whimpering voice was music to Scott’s ears as he pushed down the back of his friend’s shorts and briefs, exposing the large, plump globes.
“Come on big guy, it’s not that bad...we both get what we want. You still have all your money, and I have a gorgeous man that wants to do whatever I tell him.”
Travis hated the rush he felt when Scott called him gorgeous. He should be tossing the smaller man over the side of building in a rage, but all he felt was helpless lust. “Why? Why me?”
“You mean besides this?” Scott pulled Travis’s shorts and briefs down the rest of the way, his friend’s massive cock rocketing free. “There’s a reason I didn’t get upset that you took the money and wealth option. Sure, go right the fuck ahead and take it all for yourself. Get as rich as you want because a month later I get you AND your money.” He finally stepped away from the other man and looked him slowly up and down. “And I’ve gotta say, I appreciate the effort you’ve put into your appearance during the last month. You always looked good, but…” he trailed off into a whistle.
Travis hated how empty he felt without Scott pressing against him. He stared down at his naked, hard body, fighting uselessly against the new urges coursing through him. He was having a hard time even thinking that he should be angry with Scott, let alone coming anywhere near the actual emotion. True, he wanted to grab the smaller man, but only so he could tear the clothes from Scott’s whipcord body. Instead of a thin little nerd that he loved to torment, Scott was becoming the focus of everything he desired.
“You look confused, buddy,” Scott said condescendingly. “Why don’t you flex for me and show me all the work you’ve done?” Travis quickly broke out into a double bicep pose, thrusting his long, solid cock forward. Part of him was still embarrassed, but mostly he was just relieved to be fulfilling a command. He turned in a slow circle, going through several poses until he’d shown off every inch of himself. “Not bad at all,” Scott said, stepping forward to run his hands over the other man’s plentiful, flexed muscle.
Travis’s thick chest heaved under Scott’s smaller hand. “Scott...wait...what’s happening?” He blinked rapidly, trying in vain to clear his foggy head.
“Shhh,” the smaller man’s tone was as gentle as the fingers dancing down the line of hair bisecting Travis’s abs. “You tell me. What do you want to do right now?”
Travis’s meaty hands shook as he reached forward and started fumbling with the buttons of Scott’s shirt. He gazed with wide, stunned eyes as the other man’s lean torso was gradually exposed until he delicately slipped the shirt free of Scott’s thin shoulders. The sight of his shirtless friend made his knees quiver as the same fumbling hands clawed at Scott’s pants and gripped the elastic waistband of the smaller man’s underwear. Travis felt like he was hit with an actual, physical force as soon as Scott was stripped bare. It was so overwhelming he could barely bring himself to look at the other man. He no longer viewed his friend as a skinny nerd, but as walking perfection. Scott’s lean, toned muscles suddenly stood out like granite monuments and the thin, average cock hardening between his slightly hairy thighs was like a beacon.
Scott raised his arms with a smug grin at the shocked expression on Travis’s face. “Well? Do you like what you see?” He laughed when his larger friend whimpered, tears forming in his eyes.
“I...you’re just…” Travis stuttered, his shaking hands reaching out and gliding over Scott’s tight frame.
Scott stood in place and let Travis explore. He was enjoying the sensation of his friend’s strong hands on his bare flesh just as much as Travis was. After fantasizing and planning for so long, it was taking all of his willpower not to throw himself into the other man’s meaty embrace. “Come on,” he finally said, reaching down to grip Travis’s long, thick pole. He turned back to the house and pulled the taller man along behind him, stopping just inside to admire the changes that had taken place.
Instead of Travis’s sparse, minimal furnishings, the spacious house had become filled with items much more in line with Scott’s taste. The furniture was all different, the decorations on the walls had changed, and they both recognized several items that had previously belonged to the smaller man lining the new shelves along the walls.
Scott picked up a small framed picture from an end table and turned it over in his hands. It should have been hanging on the wall in a ratty apartment across town. “Well that was the easiest move ever,” he laughed.
“What...what happened to my house?” Travis asked as he looked around in a daze.
“That douchebag bachelor pad? Long gone, buddy. Looks like this is my...or at least, our...house now.” Scott gave Travis’s aching cock a few long tugs. “But you’re okay with that, right?”
The smaller man wondered how much of the old Travis was still present as a pair of huge arms wrapped around him from behind. Scott knew that the old Travis would pick him up and pitch him over the balcony for this, but all the big man did was lean down and plant a kiss on the back of his head. “Yeah...yeah! Of course! Anything for you,” he said quickly.
The sound of almost desperate conviction in his friend’s voice nearly made Scott cum on the spot. “Good to hear,” he sighed, leaning into the embrace before pulling Travis behind him again. They made their way up to the large bedroom but this time Scott didn’t stop to appreciate the furniture. He couldn’t wait any longer. He shoved Travis down onto the bed and crawled on top of his friend’s broad, prone frame, straddling him.
There was a moment of electric tension before the smaller man leaned down and pressed his lips against Travis’s trembling mouth. They both groaned, and Scott felt a pair of huge hands reach up and start exploring his body again. He squirmed and dug his rigid cock into Travis’s solid stomach while they kissed. “You always bragged about how good in bed you were,” Scott gasped as he came up for air. He locked eyes with Travis and squeezed the other man’s bulging pecs. “I want you to show me.”
That was all Travis needed to hear. In a flash, the athletic man rolled and had Scott pinned underneath him. He mashed their mouths together again before working down his friend’s thin neck and modest chest. Scott moaned at the ecstatic sensation of Travis’s massive frame towering above him. It was everything he could have hoped for. He’d dreamt of this moment for so long that when he felt his legs hefted into the air he wasn’t sure that he was even still awake.
“OOOOOHhhhhhhh!” Scott hissed when Travis’s thick club worked its way inside. The bigger man paused, a look of concern on his face, but pushed in deeper at Scott’s nod. The jolts of pleasure shooting through him were better than he could have hoped for. He didn’t know if it was because of the wish, but he was taking his meaty friend like his body had been made for it. Based on the slack-jawed, wide-eyed look of lust on Travis’s face, he knew his friend was experiencing a similar sensation.
“Oh fuck...oh fuck…” Travis gasped, his deep voice cracking.
“Come on, then,” Scott ordered, just before he saw stars. He quickly learned that his friend hadn’t been exaggerating about his skills in the bedroom. He’d bottomed for plenty of guys and none of them had felt like this. None of them had been built or hung like Travis either, but Scott knew it was deeper than that. The bigger man expertly changed his pace and tempo, bringing Scott to the brink over and over again. They switched through a flurry of positions, with Scott on his back, on his side, on Travis’s lap; each time the big man never missing a beat.
As he bounced and shook from the force of the pounding, Scott let his mind wander to all the wonderful possibilities in store. He could tell by the way his friend was looking at him that Travis was his, entirely. Just as he’d wished for, the big man was his musclebound toy, to do with as he pleased. Scott may have been on the bottom, but that was what he wanted. It was clear he was the one calling the shots, and his walking fuck-stick of a friend would give it to him whenever he wanted. He thought about all of the things he’d make his hulking lover do, picturing the muscular man dancing around for him in bright, neon underwear, or collared and chained on his knees. Scott really did want his career to flourish, and it would be so much easier knowing he had a handsome, boy-toy house husband waiting eagerly for him at home.
And to top it all off, Scott still had one wish left. There was just enough energy left in them for a small, final wish a month from now. It was supposed to be shared, but Scott knew that after a month of being together, Travis would be only too happy to do whatever it was Scott told him to. The thinner man thought that maybe he’d make himself bigger, or, based on how hot the size difference between them was, he might even make himself smaller. The possibilities were literally endless.
“MMMmm...fuh...fuck...Scott...I’m gonna…” Travis’s tensing body brought Scott’s attention back to the present. He was straddling his friend’s lap and leaned in for another kiss just as Travis came. Scott gasped into Travis’s mouth and clutched at the other man’s broad, muscled back as what felt like gallons of cum rocketed into him. At the same time, Scott felt a meaty fist wrap around his own aching cock, pushing him over the edge to join Travis’s spraying. The combined sensation of his friend’s warm tongue in his mouth and spewing rod in his ass nearly made Scott pass out. When his head cleared, he was wrapped in Travis’s arms on the bed as they both caught their breath.
“Goddamn…” Travis panted with a shocked laugh.
Scott rolled over and searched his friend’s eyes for any sign of resistance or regret, but all he saw was the longing he’d always dreamed of staring back up at him. Travis blushed under Scott’s piercing gaze until the smaller man nestled back down into his arms. “And we’re just getting started.”
