The Music Festival (Vignette) (Patreon)

It didn’t take Nick long to find the music.  He followed the throbbing beat until it was almost deafening and he could see the lasers lighting up the trees above him.  Any hopes he had of doing his fire dancing were dashed when he saw the packed, shoulder-to-shoulder dance floor.  His disappointment was short-lived when, like the rest of the festival, he saw that it was only men dancing.  If he wasn’t going to get laid out of it, no sense in going through all the effort.  He still headed down to the main dance floor.  He knew that Nathan wouldn’t be back yet and Wayne would just be sleeping, so there was no point in sitting in the tent when he could at least check out what the DJ was doing.  

He regretted the decision almost immediately.  He didn’t know how he’d missed it on the way in, but it wasn’t until he was well onto the floor that he realized the sea of men around him were all shirtless.  And mostly pants-less.  He turned to leave but the sea of sweaty, underwear-clad men had cut off his escape route.  "Men" may not have been the most appropriate term.   Everyone around him seemed to be a giant beast of muscle.  There was no escaping the tide of burly, sweaty flesh.  Unlike the complicated motions he made during his fire-dancing routines, these sweaty meatheads were simply gyrating and flexing to the rhythm.  Countless crotches and asses were ground into him as he tried to find an exit.  The heat from all those bodies was sweltering, and soon Nick didn’t know if his soaked shirt was from everyone else’s sweat or his own.  He couldn’t take it anymore and peeled it off, letting it drop.  Surprisingly, the sensation of all this bulky muscle on his exposed torso wasn't as off-putting as he'd thought it would be.  He was starting to feel a growing sense of camaraderie with the men around him, despite the fact that he looked nothing like them.  Nick wasn't weak by any means.  His build was deceptive - he looked skinny with his clothes on, but underneath he was covered in lean, whipcord muscle.  He wasn’t bulky at all, he never wanted to be, but he was stronger than most guys twice his size.  

“You lost little man,” a deep voice shouted above the music.  Nick turned to see a wall of muscle looking at him with a cocky grin.  The man had short, buzzed hair and his face was offset with a full, lantern jaw.  He didn’t have much of a neck to speak of.  It was like his gigantic shoulders and pecs had grown up to swallow it.  He had an arched, prominent roid gut that was boxed in by arms the size of Nick’s head.  The man’s thighs were bigger than Nick’s waist, and his calves seemed to form geometric shapes that human muscle shouldn’t be capable of.  The man was naked, save for a pair of small bright briefs that practically disappeared between his giant legs and solid gut, while doing almost nothing to cover the shelf-like globes of his ass.  He was a tower of glistening, veiny bulk.  

Nick grinned back bashfully.  “I think I’m stuck!  I’ve been trying to find a way out,” he yelled.  

The man grabbed one of the gyrating slabs of beef next to him.  “Hey, Bruce, this guy wants to leave.”

The man was practically a mirror image of the first, save for his thicker, styled brown hair and purple underwear instead of orange.  “Why would you want to do that?!”  He yelled back with a dim smile.  “This is the best!”  Bruce and the first man smiled at each other in a way that told Nick they probably weren’t the smartest.    

“You’re overdressed,” the first man said.  He nodded to Bruce and Nick suddenly felt huge arms reach under his own and hoist him into the air.  With a speed that was surprising for his bulky size, the first man reached in and had Nick’s jogger’s pulled free, leaving the lean man in nothing but a pair of light grey briefs.  Compared to the skimpy outfits of the men around him it, looked like Nick was wearing boxer shorts.  “That’s better!”  The two giants spoke to each other in a way that sounded like they couldn’t decide if it was a statement or a question.  

Nick looked around, feeling ridiculous.  He hadn’t paid attention before, but now that he was staring at his own stuffed bulge, he finally noticed the seemingly small endowment of the men around him.  Everywhere he looked, he either saw briefs being poked outwards by stubby rods, or he saw the outline of short, thick cocks wedged off to the side in the confining underwear.  Given the men’s giant size, any endowment much smaller than his own would look tiny, but he had the opposite problem.  Considering his rail-like body, his long, thick hose looked massive.  He’d always been proud of that, but now it made him feel out of place.  His two new friends just motioned for him to dance and went back to what they were doing.  

He knew he should just look for his pants and get the hell out of there.  This clearly wasn’t his scene.  Instead, he started mirroring the moves of the men around him, swiveling his hips and gyrating around.  Now he was the one grinding into others while they pressed themselves into him.  

The tide of ‘roid-fueled men seemed to be pushing him deeper onto the floor, and Nick noticed a change around him.  Gone were the small briefs, replaced instead by jockstraps or small, sock-like pouches.  One of the crotches grinding against him was obviously bare and he turned to see another muscle beast, naked except for a leather harness around his slab of a chest.  The man just narrowed his eyes at the sight of Nick’s briefs and reached down to grab them.  With seemingly no effort, his thick, stubby fingers shredded them, letting Nick’s sizeable cock flop free.  Compared to the other man’s sturdy little rod, Nick was massive, but he didn’t feel that way.  Instead of handsome, his sharp, angular features made him feel skeletal.  He looked at the full faces and sloping foreheads around him, his cock twitching.  It was hard before he could stop it, and he could only let it slap against giant thigh after giant thigh while he danced.  The men around him were increasingly giving him looks that made it clear they were just humoring him.  He found his long, thin fingers reaching for those pudgy cocks but time after time the men would pull away.  

After what seemed like an eternity Nick finally reached the other side.  He was pushed free out into the balmy evening air that felt frigid compared to the furnace of muscle he’d just waded through.  He shivered slightly, his tight skin breaking out in goosebumps.  The spell broken, he looked down and blushed at the sight of his naked body and throbbing, oozing cock.  A group of guys whistled over and laughed as Nick hurried back towards the tent.  

*** I was envisioning this as part of a larger story with a group of guys at a festival.  Keep going? ***