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Immersion, ch. 5
🕑 Added 2024-05-06 19:00:04 +0000 UTCBeing awash in overwhelming insecurity was a new sensation for both of the otherwise experienced studs. Trent had practically sprinted back to their bungalow with Evan in his arms, stripping the tiny hunk out of his sleeve before they’d even made it inside and literally tossing the giggling blonde onto the bed. The bigger man had gone to town on his friend before peeling out of his own suit, swallowing the shrunken jock’s fat log as a way of postponing the inevitable. Most of Trent was absolutely desperate for what he knew was coming, but there was still a part of himself that rebelled. After wrapping so much of his identity around the cock that he then inserted into someone else, the burly hulk didn’t know how to process the idea of being inserted into. Evan’s nimble fingers had helped him along after he’d finally peeled out of the skimpy swimsuit, the other man’s strong, stubby digits acting as training wheels when they’d disappeared inside him, but now the time had come for the real thing.
“I should probably warn you…I might not be in top form, dude,” the buff little blonde squeaked, looking down at himself. “Don’t judge me too much.”
“I won’t if you won’t,” Trent said, trying to force the usual gruffness into his voice. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing right now.”
“Bro, you’re doing great,” Evan grinned, sliding up for a kiss. His hand kneaded one of the ruddy-haired hulk’s meaty pecs as their tongues met, his hefty cock wedged between them. “I just want your first time to be good, you know?”
“Dude! Don’t say it like that,” Trent laughed. “It’s not my ‘first’ time.”
Evan raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding down towards the eager opening between his friend’s muscled thighs. “Isn’t it?”
“I mean…like this, yeah, technically. But that’s not the same as…”
“You are so fucking cute when you’re all flustered,” Evan interrupted, leaning in for another kiss. “I’ll go slow, okay? Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He waited for his red-faced friend’s nod before repositioning himself, feeling the wall of muscle beneath him tense when he slowly pushed his way inside. “Fuuuuck, man…you feel incredible,” Evan said, fully buried. “You good?”
Trent nodded, wide-eyed, struggling to find his voice. With Evan’s compact frame on top of him, the other man’s lusciously thick organ lighting up his insides, everything had just become real. “Ye…yeah…this feels…wow,” the burly man sputtered. “Dude…holy shit…you’re…you’re actually inside me right now.”
“Sure am,” Evan purred, loving the way he could feel Trent’s heart hammering beneath him. “Now comes the fun part.”
“FFFFFfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Trent howled, instinctively arching his back at the bright bolt of bliss that tore through him when Evan started rocking his hips. He could hear himself whimpering and moaning as the blonde jock picked up steam and fell into rhythm, but he was helpless to stop himself. The penetrated meathead couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced something so entirely new, or something that felt so good, and his overloaded senses were slow in coming back to him. He clung to Evan’s solid frame like it was a buff, blonde life-preserver, the tides of ecstasy threatening to pull him under with every thrust of his friend’s hips. Trent could already feel a familiar pressure building in unfamiliar ways, and he’d had more than enough experience in Evan’s position to know he should be doing something other than laying their wailing, but, like the other man said, it was his first time.
“Still with me,” Evan asked after a few minutes of vigorous rutting. He’d begun alternating his pace, switching between short, fast jabs and slow, deep thrusts to get a sense of what the bigger man liked.
Trent licked his lips, a wild look in his eyes as he nodded. “Don’t…don’t stop…” he begged, the words coming out before he even realized he was about to speak them.
Evan’s smile was smug. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he squeaked, the sight of the bigger man’s raw euphoria erasing any of his own hesitation. Trent wasn’t the only one experiencing the encounter from a different perspective. When they’d started, Evan had been mortified at the sound of his squeaky pillow talk while fingering the bigger man, struggling to muster his usual confidence. The muscle memories were still there, but the muscles those memories attached to had changed significantly. The size difference that had been such a turn on mere moments before had become a hurdle, making Evan worry about whether or not he’d be able to live up to his reputation. Now, with his friend’s meaty frame melting beneath him, he realized those fears had been unfounded. The size difference was once again a turn on, and the knowledge that he was making a herculean hunk like Trent howl bolstered his faltering confidence. Writhing on top of the bigger man was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and already Evan found himself wondering how he’d ever go back to having a soft, slender body under him.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Trent grunted, his voice breaking with each of the blonde’s thrusts. “Evan…dude…I think…I think I’m about to…” He was cut off by an increasingly shrill cry when his overworked body finally fell over the edge. The bellowing wail was deep at first, but the undulating cry grew in both pitch and volume as Trent’s burly frame was rocked by ecstatic explosions. A small part of the bigger man was aware enough to know that everyone on the beach must have heard him; he just didn’t care.
Evan held on as Trent started spasming, the sight of his friend’s bliss pulling him along shortly after. The shrunken jock unleashed load after load into the bigger man, the realization that he actually was spraying into his friend’s guts intensifying the experience. Not wanting to waste the moment, he pulled out as soon as he’d finished erupting and pressed his lips against Trent’s again, savoring the shared ecstasy. “Well? What’d you think,” he asked, still out of breath when they reluctantly took a break. “Wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be for me to find my rhythm, but, for the record…not my best performance.”
Trent looked down at the leaking gash where his cock should have been, failing to muster any of the embarrassment he’d expected to feel. He was well aware that he’d just been pounded by his friend, but, with the lingering bliss still coursing through him, his missing meat hardly mattered. “Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing.”
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Meanwhile, Evan and Trent weren’t the only ones experimenting with their altered bodies. After waving his friends off back at the bar, Riley had devoted his full attention to Matt, the sandy-haired hunk with the swimmer’s build and eager hands. The bearded brunette kept thinking that he should be more embarrassed by his actions, that even without a supple, squeezable set of tits he shouldn’t have been grinding on another man while nearly naked in public, but the humiliation never came. Whether it was due to the perfect buzz keeping his inhibitions at bay, or simply the exciting rush of freedom that had been growing as the day progressed, Riley had never felt better. As he twerked his bare bubble and felt his limp package flopping, as he pursed his lips and made a show of seductively swaying with his toned arms stretched skyward, the busty boy-next-door was gradually starting to realize just how much he’d been holding himself back.
“Have I mentioned how glad I am that we ran into each other,” the speedo-clad surfer purred, leaning in to kiss Riley’s neck. He wrapped his arms around the brunette’s trim waist and ground his bulge against the other man’s plump rear, maintaining contact as their hips swiveled.
“Feel free to keep telling me,” Riley laughed. He pressed back into the other man’s stiffening speedo, a hand slipping down to squeeze the impressive lump. “Showing me works too,” he winked, torn between lust and envy. As with most things he’d encountered during the Immersion, Riley didn’t know how to feel about his lifeless organ. He was frustrated that he, or, better yet, Matt, couldn’t just reach down and start pumping on a rigid log, but he also knew it wouldn’t feel half as good as the sensations his altered chest currently brought him. Nor was he all that interested in putting the slumbering serpent to work in the usual way when he had the other man’s impressive endowment to busy himself with.
“The big guy’s poker face is terrible,” Matt chuckled, pushing his tented bulge into the brunette’s hand. “Gives me away every time.”
Riley turned to face his new friend, slowly pulling the speedo away from the blonde’s waist to peek at what lurked inside. “Doesn’t look bad to me,” he said, his mouth watering at the sight of the thick tool.
Matt’s broad shoulders rose as he took a deep breath. “Want to get a closer look? My cabin’s right down the beach.”
“Lead the way.” Hand-in-hand, Riley let himself be pulled along, only this time there wasn’t any of his earlier anxiety over the way his altered chest bounced as he trotted across the sand. Instead of being self conscious about his exposed rear, he loved the warm sun on the bare bubble, and how utterly unencumbered he felt. Where the bikini had seemed so horrifyingly revealing only hours before, now Riley was starting to wonder if he was overdressed.
Fortunately, Matt was there to help rectify the situation. The blonde’s beachside bungalow wasn’t nearly as spacious or well-appointed as their own, but Riley wasn’t interested in the decorations. The eager brunette was wrapped in Matt’s arms as soon as they were inside, their lips pressed together while the wiry blonde plucked the strings of his top and bottoms. “You are so fucking hot,” Matt said, giving a low whistle when he took a step back. His expression straddled the line between hungry and bashful, a combination that his sharp features carried well. “I’ve never met a guy who looked like you before.”
Riley blushed and looked down, a bit of his earlier self consciousness creeping back as he contrasted his naked new curves against the other man’s tight, whipcord frame. Matt was built the way he should have been, with a cock that worked the way his should have, the reminder punching a tiny hole in the brunette’s giddy haze. “Yeah, I guess I am a little, uh, unique looking…”
“Oh, hey, I didn’t mean anything shitty,” Matt said, reaching forward and lifting Riley’s flushed face to meet his gaze. “Sorry…you probably get sick of hearing that. I just meant…kinda feels like I won the lottery.”
“That makes two of us,” Riley grinned, his hands landing at Matt’s waist. He slid them down along the other man’s trim hips, pushing the speedo free as he groped the blonde’s toned thighs. Before his new friend could stop him, Riley dropped to his knees and swallowed the thick club that sprang free, the warm, wide organ erasing any doubts as to whether or not this was becoming one of his new favorite activities. He latched onto Matt’s perky bubble and started bobbing in earnest, the sensation of the other man’s fingers drifting through his wavy, chocolate hair driving him wild.
“No fair,” the blonde sighed after a few moments. “I was going to do you first.”
Riley pulled his lips free and ran his tongue along the underside of the thick shaft, licking around the bulbous head while kneading the blonde’s churning balls. “You snooze, you lose.”
“Not the word I’d use,” Matt chuckled, letting out a low groan when Riley impaled his face again. He let the brunette bob for a while before reluctantly pulling away, though the kneeling hunk nearly pushed him over the edge when he nuzzled the glistening shaft with his soft beard. “Okay…get up here,” he said, guiding the busty brunette to his feet.
Riley thought they were going to kiss when Matt leaned forward, but the blonde’s lips landed lower. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned when the other man began lapping at one of his enlarged nipples. The sensation was as intense as it would have been if he’d been on the receiving end of a blowjob, if not more so, especially when Matt’s hand began toying with the other one. “Oh…oh god…oh god…this is…this is fucking…mmmnnnhhh…” Riley broke off in a groan, quickly pushed beyond words. It was all he could do to stay upright, and even that was becoming a challenge as wave after wave of ecstasy slammed into him. When his knees actually began to sag, Matt just laughed and pulled them onto the nearby bed, continuing his oral onslaught until Riley was wide-eyed and whimpering.
“We haven’t even made it to the good part,” the blonde purred, finally relenting. He sat back and stroked a hand along Riley’s stomach until he was groping the prone hunk’s limp package, a steady stream oozing into his hand.
“So…sorry about that,” Riley sputtered. “It doesn’t get…”
“Oh, it won’t need to,” Matt interrupted, waiting for the other man’s nod to flip him over. Once on his stomach, he grabbed Riley’s hips and pulled them up, giving the plump cheeks a squeeze before parting them.
“OOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhhh….” Riley groaned into the mattress, acutely aware that his virgin hole was currently being eaten out by a strange man. The weight of it hit him all at once, the image of his top-heavy new body face down on Matt’s bed while the blonde’s tongue went to town on his ass, but, while new, the idea was far from terrible. Riley felt safe and secure in the other man’s capable hands, and there was no doubting his new friend’s sincerity, which made the knee-jerk embarrassment all the more pointless. “Holy fuck that feels good,” he finally groaned with a drunken laugh. He’d lost track of how long the other man’s face had been buried between his cheeks, but he was content to let Matt work for as long as he needed.
“Tastes pretty good too,” the blonde purred, giving a final prod with his tongue. “You ready?”
Riley swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ve, uh…I’ve never actually been…you know…fucked before…”
“Well someone’s in for a treat then,” Matt grinned, lining himself up. “Don’t worry…we’ll take it nice and easy.” All Riley could do was grunt as the blonde slowly worked his way inside, the knowledge that he actually had another man inside him making his head spin. “How’s that? Still good,” Matt asked when he was buried to the hilt.
“Uh-huh…that’s…that feels…it’s not baaaAAOOOHHHH!” Riley let out a howl when the other man popped his hips, sending a bright bolt of bliss rocketing up his spine. “What…what the fuck was that…” he whimpered.
“You really are new,” Matt said, reaching down to scoop Riley upright. He latched onto the brunette’s supple chest and kissed along the other man’s neck. “Here we go,” he purred.
If Matt said anything else, Riley didn’t hear it. Between the sound of his own desperate wailing and his overloaded senses in general, the penetrated brunette’s world dissolved into a blissful haze. Not even his reflection in the mirror opposite the bed could dull his ecstasy. The sight of his ample rear rippling and his limp cock flopping from the force of Matt’s rolling hips, while his soft, heaping chest was kneaded and his face twisted in wild contortions, couldn’t pierce the armor of his arousal. Riley was far more focused on the lean, wiry hunk behind him than he was on himself, and he was thrilled when they eventually settled on having him flat on his back with his legs in the air. This let him gaze up at the handsome blonde while still giving Matt access to his lightning rod tits, and as far as Riley was concerned he didn’t need anything else.
When he finally came, the bearded brunette felt like he was melting. Instead of the short, sharp spurts he was used to, his untouched cock started leaking like someone had pulled the stopper out of a drain. The flow was heavy and steady, prolonging the agonizing ecstasy as Riley thrashed and howled. The moaning hunk felt like parts of himself, his hesitation and awkward embarrassment, were leaking out with the stream, and he was happy to see them go. After such an amazing, overwhelming experience, Riley had no intentions of ever going back.
Matt’s warm eruption acted as the glue for those intentions, cementing them in place as he pumped load after load into the brunette’s battered hole. He kissed the inside of Riley’s thigh when he’d finished spraying, an equally dazed look on his face as he caught his breath. “For your first time, you were pretty incredible,” he panted, reluctantly letting the other man’s legs drop.
“Me? Are you serious,” Riley laughed, shaking his head. He wiped at the drying pool of cum on his abs, his whole body feeling as limp as his cock. “I don’t even know what just happened. As soon as you were inside it was like I was just along for the ride. I’ve never felt anything that good before.”
Matt’s smile was smug as he leaned over for a kiss. “We were taking it easy, remember? That was just the warm-up.”
