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Staycation
🕑 Added 2023-07-17 16:41:54 +0000 UTCBen blinked at the familiar, early morning skyline, confused. He was supposed to be on a Staycation. He should have opened his eyes on a tropical paradise, not the ceiling of his bedroom. His bare feet should have been treading over soft, warm sand, not padding across the smooth floor of his apartment as he stepped out into the shared living room. Everything was exactly as it should have been. His briefcase sat against the far wall by the front door, right where he always dropped it, and the dishes he’d left for Kyle to deal with still cluttered the kitchen counter. His ratty gym bag still took up the majority of their small dining table, and Ben could clearly recall his roommate yelling at him to put it away before he left. But left for where? As he stood in front of the glass wall that looked out over the city, the groggy brunette couldn’t shake the feeling that he was supposed to be somewhere else.
Ben thought he’d paid for a week at the beach, complete with his own posh bungalow and as many women as the program could dredge up from his memories. That was one of the aspects that made Staycations so appealing; not only could he go literally anywhere, he could also be with literally anyone. Since the potential partners were merely a rendering of his fantasies they obviously weren’t the real thing, but that limitation was implied since, despite how it felt, none of it was actually real. His body would be in a rejuvenating stasis tube while his brain was uploaded to the digital playground, able to spend an uninhibited week engaging in whatever vice he desired, entirely free of consequences.
Though, for safety purposes, there were a few restrictions. A person’s digital avatar had to reflect their actual body, more or less. There was room for a few minor tweaks, but due to the hyperrealistic nature of the experience, any changes that were too drastic ran the risk of causing actual damage to a person’s psyche. The same went for the setting. While it was technically possible to jettison someone’s consciousness to an entirely alien environment, doing so typically ended with the person’s brain rejecting the foreign input. Gradual and repeated exposure could eventually open more exotic opportunities, though considering the cost of the process such excursions were typically limited to the extremely wealthy. So while a person couldn’t become their favorite celebrity on a floating gas giant out in space, they could still fuck a version of that person while on a shuttle orbiting said gas giant.
Most people, like Ben, could only afford to choose from a standard array. There were everyday locales like beaches, cabins, cruises and camping trips, as well as more adventurous options like medieval fantasy kingdoms, space stations, and futuristic urban settings. Any number of pre-programmed role plays could be selected, or a person’s mind could be left to wander, within specific safety boundaries, as if they were actually on a regular, physical vacation. It was even possible for multiple individuals to be uploaded simultaneously into the same setting, making group trips for friends and families, or romantic getaways for couples, an option.
Ben wanted to keep things simple. He wasn’t interested in outer space adventures or hikes through a jungle. The only rainforest he wanted was the one at his back while he lounged on the beach, his ripped, naked frame soaking up the simulated sun. With his impressive, athletic build and photogenic jawline, Ben wasn’t worried about any physical alterations, either. He was well aware that he possessed the kind of body other people paid to have on their Staycations, and the last thing he wanted to do was alter it. More than anything, he was eager to flaunt his genetic superiority to its fullest extent in ways he never could in the material world. He wanted to let his long, thick cock and potent balls swing free in the open air. He wanted to get hard whenever, wherever, and not worry about it. He wanted to fuck like an animal, with absolutely zero regard as to who might see or hear, and to bask in the knowledge of his own beauty without someone calling him arrogant or telling him he was too full of himself. The fact that he already did most of that on a regular basis, including being called a smug jerk, didn’t matter to the handsome hunk. He wanted to revel in it. Ben was tired of being told by everyone that he should feel bad for acknowledging his sculpted body and perfect face. He worked hard to keep it that way, even harder now that he was pushing thirty, and he didn’t need other people telling him what to do with it. If he wanted to fuck a different girl every night, or multiple girls, he would. If he wanted to tease and taunt his gay, nerdy little roommate by using his bare body as a trap, that was well within his rights. It wasn’t like he was cruel. No matter what he had to say or promise to get someone in bed, they always left satisfied, and even Kyle was given frequent deposits for his personal spank bank, something Ben saw as a fair trade for some light-hearted ribbing. After all, he was just trying to get the wiry runt’s skin to thicken since the other man’s scrawny body apparently had no intentions of ever filling out. They’d known each other for most of their twenties, first through mutual friends and then while living together, but even after all that time the shorter blonde was as thin and bony as ever.
Ben had been looking forward to some time away from the other man, or thought he had. “I didn’t just dream it, did I? I mean…I actually booked the trip, right? What the fuck…” the buff brunette grumbled to himself, running a hand through his messy, chocolate coif.
“Everything okay?”
Ben turned at the sound of Kyle’s voice, his response momentarily halted by the sight of the brief-clad blonde emerging from his bedroom. In the few years they’d lived together, the handsome hunk had never seen the other man in any state of undress, save for the times when he purposely invaded Kyle’s privacy. Ben loved embarrassing his friend by walking in on him in the shower, or casually entering his room without knocking when he knew the runt was likely jerking off. Unlike himself, Kyle never set foot in a shared space without being fully clothed. Even going shirtless was off the table. So to see the thin twink sauntering out in nothing but a pair of tiny, aqua briefs took Ben by surprise. “Well, well, well…someone’s feeling frisky this morning,” he chuckled.
Kyle responded by raising an eyebrow and giving the other man a slow look up and down. “I can see that.”
“What do you…” Ben trailed off as he followed his friend’s gaze, his sharp features going crimson when he looked down at his bare, perfect pecs, tight, tapering washboard, and the exposed, girthy package that hung on display between his equally exposed thighs. His nudity should have been obvious, but in his dazed state Ben hadn’t stopped to think about it at all. And while he liked to tease Kyle with a glimpse of himself in his boxer-briefs, or with a carefully timed slip of the towel after a shower, the blushing brunette had never stood so casually, openly exposed before. “Shit! Uh…whoops,” he laughed, his large hands immediately dropping to cover himself. “Or maybe I should say ‘you’re welcome’? You got a nice…nice view…” he stammered, his eyes going wide when he finally registered what he was doing. Far from idly covering himself, his hands were a groping pile of motion, one kneading and tugging on his heavy balls while the other gently stroked his twitching log.
“You can say that again,” Kyle whistled, shaking his head as he watched Ben stroke himself to full mast.
The bigger man’s prominent pecs heaved as his hand left the churning balls and began squeezing its way across the muscled mounds, the fingers finding their way to a solid little nipple. “What…what the fuck am I doing…” he gasped, his head spinning as he tried to process the erotic performance he was putting on. He tried to stop himself from pursing his plump lips, to hold back the quiet groans that slipped out like the clear, oozing liquid he milked from his eager rod, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, his ample, muscled rear dimpled as he writhed in place, pumping his hips to work his cock through his hand.
Kyle shrugged. “I mean…this is what you wanted, right? The way you’re always lording your looks over everyone? You’ve probably been dying to let loose, haven’t you?”
Ben was nodding before he realized it. “I…wait…no! I…this isn’t what I…how…how did you know,” he finally sputtered, just as mortified at having his desires called out as he was at jerking off in front of the other man.
“You’re kind of an open book,” Kyle grinned. “But, hey, I’m sure as hell not about to complain. Have at it, bud.”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Ben moaned, a spasm shooting through him as an internal barrier fell away. He was still embarrassed at his actions on a reflexive level, but the thought that he shouldn’t be doing this was suddenly absent.
“Feel good?”
Kyle’s smug grin and condescending tone sent an unaccustomed shiver through the brunette’s squirming frame. As he gawked at the smaller man, it was starting to occur to Ben that he might have been wrong about his friend this whole time. Kyle was thinner and shorter, but looking at him for an extended period in nothing but his little briefs, the blonde was far from scrawny. He was tight and solid, with ample definition accentuating the modest layer of lean muscle he possessed, and a surprisingly stuffed bulge twitching between his toned thighs. Ben felt himself blushing again even as he nodded. “Sure fuckin’ does,” he grunted. “I’m so horny it hurts.”
“What else is new,” Kyle laughed, rolling his eyes. “As much action as it gets, I’m surprised that thing’s not the size of your bicep,” he said, nodding down at the bigger man’s throbbing organ.
Ben was confused at the way he grinned and flexed in response. “Big enough though, right? Give it a feel.” He grabbed Kyle’s hand before he could stop himself, spitting in the blonde’s palm and wrapping it around the eight-inch beast.
The smaller man sighed as Ben thrust into his fist, his own cock now fully tenting his bright little briefs. “And just as solid as the rest of you,” Kyle said, running his other hand down the center of the brunette’s tense washboard.
Ben didn’t know when he’d started flexing, but he caught himself mid-pose, his powerful arms folded behind his head as he rolled his hips into Kyle’s hand. He still didn’t know why he was doing any of it, but it felt good, he felt good, and that was all that mattered. However Kyle had found out about his desire to fully cut loose, and despite the fact that it wasn’t happening on a beach, or with a woman, it felt just as freeing and fulfilling. He’d wanted to revel in his own physical perfection, and Kyle’s hungry eyes fueled that fire as much as anyone else’s would. “Take your time,” he said, guiding the smaller man’s hand along his ripped frame. “I can last as long as I need to.”
“So you’ve told me,” Kyle purred, “over and over again. Feel like proving it?”
Ben raised an eyebrow. “If you think you can take it,” he smirked, reaching out to tousle Kyle’s hair. This, too, was what he’d wanted, if not exactly the way he’d envisioned it, but a hole was a hole and he was realizing for the first time what a perky little rear his friend had. “Fuck, dude…turnin’ out to be a wild morning,” he chuckled as he slid Kyle’s briefs free, a strange swell of hunger surging when the other man’s rigid banana sprang free. The thick seven-incher looked huge against Kyle’s more compact frame, and Ben had to fight the sudden urge to bend down and swallow it. “Could’a sworn I was supposed to be balls deep in some pussy on a Staycation beach right now…but I guess not?”
“Wishful thinking, big guy. No beach here, but we can do our best with the rest, can’t we?” Kyle’s tone dripped with condescension as he batted their rigid members together, his hands locked on Ben’s granite globes. Instead of being annoyed by the smaller man’s tone, the brunette just grinned and nodded. “You’re so cute when you’re confused. Which is always, but still,” Kyle said, giving Ben’s distinguished nose a light tap with his finger.
The addled Adonis wanted to argue, but the room seemed to tilt even as he started to protest. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and by the time it cleared they were already stumbling over to the couch with Kyle on all fours in front of him, leaving the hunk’s priorities elsewhere for the moment. “Goddamn you’re tight,” Ben grunted as he slowly worked his glistening girder into the blonde’s perky bubble.
“To…too tight…” Kyle hissed as the fleshy trunk slipped inside. “I might’ve been…ambitious…there…there we go,” he sighed, his slender shoulders relaxing as he pressed back against Ben’s midsection. “Much better.”
The bigger man didn’t know what Kyle was talking about, but the blonde seemed ready to go and he was determined to put on a good show. Ben lost himself to the sensation of rolling hips and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, alternating between long, slow thrusts and jackrabbit hammering. He manhandled Kyle constantly throughout, pulling the smaller man upright to grope his toned muscles and tug on his hefty cock, or to shove his face down into the couch as he pounded away. Ben had never given much thought to his friend’s sex life, he’d never even asked about it, but he was impressed at the blonde’s ability to take a pummeling and to adjust to his shifts in technique. After a while, the grunting stud wasn’t even sure who was fucking who anymore as he lay on his back, his eyes half closed, with Kyle bouncing vigorously on his lap.
He also wasn’t sure where the other grunts were coming from. Ben realized he’d been hearing them for a while by the time it finally occurred to him to wonder. “What’s that…fuck! What the hell,” he gasped, his stomach dropping when he opened his eyes on the familiar sight of a crowded gym. Instead of being prone on the couch he was prone on a bench, and while Kyle still gyrated on his lap, he now did so in front of a crowd. “How…when did we get here,” Ben stammered, his hands still locked on Kyle’s thighs as he looked up at the sea of smirking, meathead faces. They were all going about their workouts, but it was clear they were also paying attention as they grinned and watched, many with obvious tents in their shorts.
“You…wanted an audience…right…” Kyle groaned, giving a twist of his hips.
“Yeah, but…” he trailed off, realizing that his friend was right. This was exactly what he’d wanted. He’d wanted to fuck with abandon regardless of who was around, and that’s just what they were doing.
“Gotta say…all that shit you give me about not going to the gym…if we did this in real life it’d probably get me there quicker,” Kyle laughed between moans.
Ben laughed back before the words registered. “Wait…what do you mean ‘real’? What…what is this?”
“If the real Ben knew how many times I’d fantasized about him fucking me raw in front of his lifter bros…” Kyle groaned, his back arching as he neared the edge.
“But…but…I’M the real me,” Ben insisted, his heart racing. Whether from fear or anticipation of the blonde’s hot load blasting him in the face, he wasn’t sure.
“Of course you are,” Kyle cooed, his hands kneading Ben’s pecs. “That was rude. I should’ve said the ‘other’ Ben…the one who’s not mine for a week. He told me all about his plans for getting naked and fucking til his digital dick falls off, so that might be why you’re a little confused about not being on a trip of your own. I knew they pulled you guys from our memories, but I didn’t think you’d be this…” Kyle hesitated, almost saying the “real” word again. “Detailed,” he said instead. “Buuuutttttt…it got me thinking about how much fun it would be to spend some time with that version of the big idiot, so I decided to take a little Staycation of my own.”
Ben didn’t know what Kyle was saying, or why his friend was so confused. Of course he was real. Of course this was real. If it wasn’t, he’d be sitting on a beach somewhere getting his dick sucked, not fucking the cute little blonde at the gym. Something about that last thought made him pause, but he didn’t get a chance to mull it over before Kyle tensed and erupted all over his face. The abrupt release and the sound of his friend’s sputtering grunt pushed him over the edge as well, pulling out a howl of his own that still seemed to be echoing around the bustling gym when his head cleared a few moments later.
“Good job, stud,” Kyle purred, slipping off Ben’s lap.
“Told you I never leave ‘em…wanting…” the cum-covered hunk trailed off as he sat up, the sight of a significantly smaller cock making his stomach drop. The shrunken organ was still mostly-hard, but it was considerably thinner and no more than five inches, if that, looking even smaller against his strapping frame and hefty, unaltered balls. “What…what happened to my…”
“My eyes were bigger than my stomach,” Kyle shrugged. “I knew better, but I had to at least try the original.” Ben wanted to question the use of the word “original”, but he was too busy noticing the way the crowd seemed to be zeroing in on his reduced endowment. He suddenly wasn’t so eager to be on display, and all he could think about was how much bigger everyone’s delicious looking tents seemed than his own. “Still did the job, and then some, right? Probably make this easier, too,” Kyle said. He reached down and rummaged through the ratty gym bag that no longer sat on the dining table but on the floor next to them, pulling out a skimpy, tie-on bikini bottom. “We’re not at the beach, but you can still dress the part.”
Comments
Ruffcub
Now, that would be an interesting cross over!
The Screaming Moist
Right? Probably more like 1.75 decades at this point.
welan
Decades with an s hun ? Make me feel old .😭
The Screaming Moist
Thanks! Patterns is still on my list to revisit at some point. Might actually be fun to see if I could tie them together.
The Screaming Moist
It's been actual decades since I read any of the chronivac stories, but I think I remember it being something that would change people in the real world? This is more of a virtual thing where it's all happening in their heads.
Ruffcub
Wow, that was amazing! I'm guessing Ben's personality has been uploaded into Kyle's Staycation VR simulation with his entire consciousness intact and he's now at the whim of Kyle's fantasies. This one reminds me a bit of Patterns which is another one of my favourites and I especially loved the bit where they were suddenly transported to the gym. Really well done with this - so hot!
welan
Is staycation a bit like chronivac ?
