Immersion (vignette) (Patreon)

I'd originally planned to do this as a single story, but, the more I wrote, the more I want to spend some time with these guys. More to come!

Riley sighed as he looked at his two friends, torn between the excitement he felt at their surroundings, and the confusing fluttering filling his stomach in their presence. He kicked himself for not sensing the ulterior motives in Steve’s generous offer to spring for a birthday Immersion, especially since the other man conveniently “couldn’t make it” himself. A good chunk of the experience so far had been exactly as promised - the oceanside setting was a lush tropical paradise, their beachfront bungalow was as impeccable as it was isolated, and the rest of the “resort” in the distance was so realistic that they all had a hard time believing none of it was real. Even the passing of time, the mundane dragging of each minute, felt as it did in the waking world.

Which was exactly the point, and exactly what their mischievous friend had paid a small fortune for. Though the trio was technically only going to spend a few hours in the simulated setting, as far as their brains were concerned they were on a week-long island vacation, complete with the trivial technicalities that accompanied “real” life. They’d still eat, sleep, shit, shower, fuck; all the things they had to do as a human being in a material world. To suspend such engrained activities would break the Immersion in a way that some of the other unique experiences didn’t, so long as the latter followed the same set of rules.

For example, three primarily straight studs suddenly finding each other incredibly attractive fell within those rules. Just because the source of their attraction was different than what they were used to, the result was similar. The immersion would be broken if Riley started shooting fire from his cock when he looked at Evan, but a throbbing twitch in the brunette’s average rod was, technically, perfectly plausible. As such, an Immersion could, and often did, offer a wide range of experiences that would be otherwise difficult to achieve in the waking world. Altered proportions, a different gender presentation, enlarged or reduced endowments; all were on the table. The same could be said for the simulated social environment, allowing the Immersed to experience a level of uninhibited freedom that was denied to them in the “real” world. To a point.

“That mother fucker,” Riley laughed, his face an embarrassed pink beneath his trimmed, coffee-colored beard. The lean brunette’s toned arms inflated as he buried his face in his hands and gave it a rough rub. The motion simultaneously showed off the way his fitted t-shirt clung to his trim, tapering torso, and even through the awkwardness Riley was impressed at how real it all felt. His tight t-shirt, slim jeans, and worn sneakers were exactly what he’d been wearing when immersed. They even clung to his virtual avatar in the exact same way, with the small shirt accentuating his tight frame, while the slim jeans emphasized his surprisingly plump bubble. “We really should’ve known better.”

“You should’ve, maybe,” Trent said, shrugging his cannonball shoulders. The ruddy-haired hunk was a massive, muscle-shirted mountain of a man, his 6’4” frame standing several inches above the other two. Unlike Riley’s lean, defined physique and boy-next-door face, Trent was a meathead through and through. His buzzed hair showed off his handsomely rugged features, which were a perfect complement to the burly body currently spilling out of a draping muscle-shirt and straining against a pair of thin joggers below. “Did you really think he WASN’T going to fuck with us?”

Evan nodded as he looked back and forth between his two friends, a smug grin forming on the buff blonde’s pretty face. “Yeeeeaaaaaah…this is more or less exactly what I expected,” he sighed, absently flexing his chiseled arms when the other two looked in his direction. It was a reflex normally sparked in the presence of women, but Evan couldn’t help himself. The blonde pretty-boy was always on the prowl, always flaunting his precision-sculpted physique, and that wasn’t going to change simply because the source of his desires had. With his chiseled pecs and powerful arms bulging against a plain white t-shirt, the thin fabric hanging loose at his ripped washboard, Evan was used to being desired by men and women alike. In addition to his obsessively maintained torso, he had a sturdy lower half currently spilling out of his nylon shorts, the bright fabric comfortably filled by his meaty thighs and ample rear, with a pair of solid, rocky calves looming above his flip-flopped feet. “Lucky for you two,” he smirked.

Riley hated the way his heart raced at the sight of Evan’s plump, pursed lips. The blonde’s strong, stubble-covered jaw and razor cheekbones were suddenly magnetic, just like his bright brown eyes. The flustered brunette knew he was staring, but he felt a rush of satisfaction at the knowledge that he was likewise being stared at. Each of them was incredibly attractive in their own right and each had something to offer, hence the “Goldilocks” nickname the trio had earned over the years. Ranging from smallest build to largest, Riley’s lean, ripped frame and laid back attitude was different from Evan’s chiseled, charming aggression, which itself was a far cry from Trent’s strapping, stoic silence. There were other variations when it came to things like height and endowment, with Trent being the tallest, followed by Riley at an even 6’ and Evan at a respectable 5’10”. But the tables were turned when it came to what lurked in their pants, with the short blonde beating the others with a fat seven inches, which inched out Riley’s average six, and which handily outsized Trent’s five-and-a-half. Regardless, when they went out to the bar they were a well-oiled machine, immediately drawing interested parties that inevitably had somewhere to land amongst the group, and who never went unsatisfied. Riley just never imagined himself as part of that latter population. “Wait…so, in this scenario, am I lucky because I get to fuck you? Or because you get to fuck me,” he asked with an awkward laugh.

“Huh,” Evan grunted, his pretty lips pursing and his bushy brows furrowing as he thought about it. “Good question. I guess we finally get to put the big guy’s bragging to the test,” he said, tilting his head in Trent’s direction. The brawny bull routinely boasted about his stamina by stating that he could “literally fuck all night”, a claim that had been supported by more than a few of their feminine acquaintances.

“Just let me know when you’re ready,” Trent said, his voice a deep, low rumble as he made a show of looking Evan up and down.

“Guys, I mean, we don’t really have to…” Riley paused, clearing his throat and shaking his head, trying to erase the image of Trent’s naked bulk hammering into a whimpering Evan before his eager cock betrayed him. “This was supposed to be a sexy Immersion…like, with women. I don’t actually expect anyone to go through with it now.”

“Why not,” Evan shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fucked around with a dude.”

“Same,” Trent nodded, raising an eyebrow at the wiry brunette’s surprised expression. “What? You mean you haven’t?”

“No!” Riley said with a shocked laugh. “I mean, I don’t give a fuck, you guys know that, I just never thought you two…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide. “Wait a second…have you guys…with each other?”

Evan and Trent exchanged a quick glance before both shook their heads. “Nah,” the blonde chuckled, reaching over and giving one of the bigger man’s bare biceps a squeeze. “Dude’s a babe, but he’s not really my type. Until now, I guess,” he said, rolling his eyes as he turned his attention back to Riley. His tone was a low purr when he spoke, his eyes locked with his brown-haired friend’s. “It really IS your lucky day. I like those skinny little twink boys.”

“Hey! I’m not a little twink anything,” Riley huffed defensively, drawing himself up to show off the extra inches he held on the blonde.

“Tell that to those cakes,” Evan grinned, licking his lips. “Better yet, let me.”

Riley bit back a groan, his head spinning. He felt like he should step outside and get some air to clear his head but the walls of the bungalow were already open, leaving plenty of fake, floral-scented air to fill his heaving, virtual lungs. “What about you,” he asked Trent, hoping to divert some of the attention.

“I just like to fuck,” Trent said, as if it should have been obvious. “EVERYONE’S a skinny little twink to me. Even this asshole,” he grunted, ruffling Evan’s short golden crop. “So if Steve thinks I’m going to let something like this ruin a chance at a fuckin’ Immersion, dude’s outta luck.”

Evan nodded. “That’s what it’s supposed to be, right? A ‘fucking’ Immersion? Things were bound to get intimate anyway, fellas.”

“Yeah, but…seeing each other naked is one thing, we’ve all got each others’ nudes on our phones for fuck’s sake. That’s not the same thing as…as…”

“Dude, you’re hard as a rock right now,” Evan interrupted, nodding down at the outline of Riley’s rigid cock in the brunette’s tight jeans. He laughed when the other man went crimson and started to cover himself, deciding to make things worse for his friend by shucking his plain t-shirt. He peeled out of it slowly, gradually revealing his sculpted torso inch-by-smooth-inch, flexing each muscle group along the way. Once free he tossed it aside and did the same with his nylon shorts, framing the stuffed, twitching pouch of his navy briefs with both hands and wagging it in Riley’s direction. “So am I. See? It’s cool, man.”

Riley gave a wide-eyed whimper at the sight, but Trent interjected before the thinner man could say anything. “Bro, you’re going too fast,” he chided, brushing Evan out of the way as he stepped forward. “Riley likes to pretend he’s not a slut like you. You’ve gotta romance him first,” he purred, stroking a hand through the brunette’s wavy chocolate mop. “Isn’t that right?” He pulled Riley’s face towards him without waiting for a response, planting a long, deep kiss. His hands slid up under his friend’s shirt while their tongues wrestled, gradually bunching the small tee at the brunette’s deceptively broad shoulders. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Trent didn’t have to say anything, he just tilted his head slightly and Riley immediately complied, raising his toned arms so that the shirt could be pulled free.

“I don’t know, dude…seems pretty hard to me,” Evan chuckled from behind the brunette, his hands gliding down his friend’s firm stomach to toy with the exposed waist of the shirtless stud’s boxers. He snapped the elastic before slowly popping Riley’s fly and pulling the zipper down, taking every opportunity to knead the other man’s aching equipment along the way.

“Oh…oh fuck…” the blushing brunette gasped with a shocked laugh as his pants were pulled down and his throbbing cock sprang through the fly of his boxers. Trent’s giant, gym-calloused hand wrapped around it in an instant, and Riley let out a yelp when his weathered boxers were literally torn free by Evan from behind.

“What? They’re not real,” the blonde laughed, wrapping his arms around Riley’s waist again. He pulled the other man close and ground his tented, hefty bulge against the brunette’s surprisingly thick bubble. “Not going to lie…I’ve thought about this before,” he said, nibbling on the naked man’s ear.

Riley didn’t know how to respond. He’d never thought about it before, not with his friends or any other man, but instead of instinctively pulling away from the thought of a thick cock invading his exposed rear, he was eager for it. He was putty in his friends’ hands, his responses no different than they would have been if a pair of gorgeous women were offering themselves up to him. Confusing as it was, the novelty of the experience only added to Riley’s arousal, as did the bungalow's exposed interior since it felt like he was not only being manhandled by two men for the first time; it was also being done in a semi-public setting.

“Dude’s leaking already,” Trent grunted, using the brunette’s copious pre-cum as lube for his pumping. “Always said he was a big shooter.”

“Got the fellas hard at work, huh,” Evan cooed, one hand reaching down to fondle the brunette’s churning balls while the other found its way to one of his friend’s hard little nipples. He let out a smug laugh at the way Riley had started writhing against his bulge, giving the nipple a rough pinch. “Not so fast, naughty boy. We’ve got all week.”

“GGGNNGGNNHH…!” The brunette spasmed without warning, letting out a choking, wordless grunt as his cock sprayed like a hydrant. Load after sticky load splashed all over Trent’s muscle shirt as the bigger man milked him dry.

“Huh,” Trent said, pulling the front of the sopping shirt away from his muscled midsection as the cum-soaked fabric clung to him like a second skin. “Guess he wasn’t lying.”

“Fuck, bro. Good job,” Evan laughed, giving Riley’s ass a swat. “Weren’t lying about how easy it was, either.”

“Nope…sure wasn’t,” Riley panted, his head spinning faster than ever as he looked back and forth between his softening cock and his two friends. The smile that grew was embarrassed and bashful, but he made no move to cover himself as his friends took in the view. “Did we really just do that?”

“Welcome to the club,” Trent said, peeling out of his shirt and tossing it aside. Unlike Evan he left his joggers in place, wanting to give Riley the privilege of pulling them down.

“Now, now…let’s not be hasty,” the blonde said, folding his arms and cocking his head to the side as he looked at his naked friend. “WE got him off…full membership isn’t granted until he’s done the same.”

“Sounds fair,” Riley said, his hand trembling as he reached out and began tentatively kneading Evan’s impressive equipment through the straining briefs. He’d given his friends ball-taps and playful squeezes over the years, but he’d never held another man’s cock in such an intimate manner before.

“Nothing to it, is there,” Evan encouraged. “It doesn’t bite, right? And neither should you. Remember, just keep your jaw loose and your throat relaxed. Don’t try to take more than you can handle at once.”

“Uh…what,” Riley asked even as his stomach erupted in butterflies.

“You’re playing catch up, remember? You just got jerked off by a guy, now you learn how to blow one,” the blonde pretty-boy explained.

“Blow two,” Trent added, stepping forward.