Wish Candle, Day 2 (vignette) (Patreon)

Jeff woke naked and confused on his bed.  His room was still a disaster from the day before when he was frantically searching for a shirt, and his bed was a mess.  He felt fantastic as he yawned and stretched, trying to remember the previous night.  

“Oh…oh shit…” he quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed his blushing face with his hands.  Memories of the previous day, and his evening activities, were rushing back.  Had he really taken a guy home from the bar?  His whole body turned crimson when he realized that he hadn’t really been the one taking someone home.  He’d let another guy pick HIM up.  They’d just come back to his place.  His half-hard cock shot to attention at the memory of the young stud’s perfect body and huge package.  “What the fuck!”  He gave a shocked laugh and paced out of his bedroom.  “No…I’m not fucking gay.  I’m not.  I was just drunk.”  He kept trying to convince himself, but the more he thought about the other man the more his dick ached for attention.  He was on his third lap of pacing around the kitchen when he finally noticed the piece of paper on the counter.  It said “Tyler” and had a phone number.  

Jeff wished he could ignore the flutter of excitement and wave of embarrassment when he realized it was the first time he’d learned the other man’s name.  “I can’t deal with this right now,” he said sternly, as if someone else was listening.  He jumped in the shower and tried to think of Tiff, or even crazy Erykah, but inevitably his mind wandered back to how good the scruffy beard scratching the insides of his thighs had felt.  He’d barely closed his fist around himself when he sprayed violently, thoughts of Tyler’s huge pole making his mouth tingle.  “Jesus…” he sighed, taken aback by the speed and intensity of his orgasm.  

He was able to finally shift his attention to something else when he went to get dressed.  He’d been so caught up in his confusion about the night before that he hadn’t given much thought to the fact that he’d have to go back to work shirtless.  Surprisingly, he didn’t feel at all awkward when he slipped a tie around his neck and felt it rest against his bare chest.  And without a shirt, the prominent bubble in the back of his slacks looked even more impressive.  It all felt so natural that he had to keep telling himself this wasn’t normal.

Across town, a candle was lit.  

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It had taken Jeff some time to actually enter the building that morning.  He’d sat in his car, psyching himself up.  He knew he looked good; that wasn’t the issue.  He went shirtless all the time at the gym or when he was outside on the weekends.  But something about being exposed at work, and the previous night at the bar, made him feel insecure.  He couldn’t control who saw this part of him, and that drove him crazy.  

He was relieved as soon as he walked past security and no one batted an eye.  His coworkers said hello and good morning to him like they did every morning, and though he was squirming inside, Jeff did his best to act as normal as everything felt.  He still spent the first few hours waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Every time someone approached him he expected to be called out or berated for his lack of clothing.  What he didn’t expect was for it to get worse.  

Jeff was sitting at his desk working on a spreadsheet when he felt an unaccustomed draft on his legs.  He had to stifle a scream when he looked down and saw that, like his shirt the day before, his pants had vanished.  “No no no no no no,” he stammered as he stared at his tiny red boxer briefs and bare, hairy thighs.  He still had on his socks, dress shoes and tie.  

“Everything okay?”  

Jeff forced himself to breathe.  He had to answer Bill’s question before his cube-mate wheeled his chair over.  “Uh, yeah, I just screwed up this sheet,” he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.  He fumbled with his phone, terrified that he knew what he’d see when he opened it up.  “Oh god,” he gasped.  The profile picture that had been altered to show him shirtless now had him in just a pair of small black boxer briefs, bow tie, and shoes.  

His first thought was escape, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand.  Leaving meant walking past a busy floor in just his underwear.  

“You sure you’re okay?”  Bill got up and walked over, sitting on the edge of the desk next to Jeff.  “Is this another episode like yester…dude!”  Jeff froze, knowing he was about to be called out.  He pictured himself being fired, or even thrown in jail for exposing himself.  “It’s not Friday.  Blue, grey or black…you know that.”  Bill smiled and shook his head.  “You’re lucky the boss is out today.  You know how he gets about the dress code.”  

Jeff was sure he’d misheard Bill.  The other man wasn’t giving him a hard time for being in his underwear, but for the COLOR of his underwear.  Jeff just stared laughing, burying his face in his hands.  “I think I’m going crazy,” he said as Bill looked around to see if anyone was listening.  

“You said that yesterday.  Why don’t you go get some air?  I’ll cover for you,” Bill said, grabbing Jeff by a solid arm and pulling him upright.  Whether he wanted to or not, Jeff found himself being ushered casually to the elevators passed the entire floor of his coworkers.  All he could think about was the thin layer of red cotton outlining his cock for all of his coworkers to see.  He could feel his ass bouncing as he hurried his steps, eager to get away.  

“Is it Friday already?”  Was all one of his coworkers asked when they stepped into the elevator behind him.  He watched the older man look him up and down, his eyes lingering on the lump in the red underwear.  

“Tells you what kind of week it’s been…totally lost track of the days.  Must be working too hard,” Jeff said as casually as he could possibly muster.  The older man gave an absent nod and went back to looking at his phone.  

Jeff practically ran to his car.  He was halfway to the parking deck when he noticed Bill had shoved a bag into his hand before he left.  Opening the small pouch, he saw that it contained his phone, keys and wallet.  It further confirmed his fears that this wasn’t just a one off.  If he didn’t wear pants, he didn’t have pockets, so he’d need something to carry his stuff in.  

The thought sparked one last shred of hope.  He rummaged through his backseat and pulled out his gym bag.  It should have contained a workout shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and his sneakers.  “Fuck!”  He threw the bag back inside as hard as he could.  All it contained were his shoes, a pair of socks, and another pair of light grey trunks.  

“I’m going crazy.  That has to be it.  This isn’t possible.”  Jeff slumped into the driver seat and stared at his mostly-naked frame.  “I can’t just…there’s no way that me walking around in my underwear is just fucking normal!”  He punched the seat next to him in frustration.  He was horrified and humiliated at the thought of walking around nearly naked all the time, but as he scrolled through his photos again, it had apparently been going on for years.  He thought of what that meant, and all the school functions and meetings and family gatherings where he was just walking around with his bulge on display.  

He already knew what would happen, but he sent a text to Dylan anyway.  “It happened again,” he said, sending a picture of his new lack of clothes.  

“What happened again?  What am I looking for in this?” Dylan responded a few minutes later.  

Jeff’s anger fled under a crushing wave of defeat.  He debated checking himself into a hospital, but if everyone else treated him like this was normal he wasn’t sure what good that would do.  He couldn’t convince anyone of anything since everything was somehow changing to match.  He was trapped.  No amount of telling himself that none of this was possible changed the fact that when he opened his eyes, his washboard abs and sturdy thighs were still uncovered.  

He finally decided to do the only thing he could; ride it out.  If this was all a nightmare he’d wake up sooner or later.  And if it wasn’t, if this was somehow actually happening, he’d have to figure out a way to deal with it.  He was suddenly intensely grateful for all the hours he spent in the gym.  If he had to walk around in his underwear, at least he could rest secure in the knowledge that he looked good in it.  

Or at least he told himself that.  No amount of sculpted muscle could ease how awkward it was to constantly feel like he was exposing himself to everyone.  But other than some ribbing on the color of his underwear, he might as well have been wearing jeans and a tshirt.  

“You better not punk out on the gym again tonight,” a text from Dylan read at the end of the day.  Jeff’s nerves were shot, but he told himself that doing his normal routine would make him feel better.  He tried to believe that as he walked awkwardly down the crowded sidewalk, ignoring the amount of people checking him out on his way.  

“There you are!”  Dylan rushed over and clapped him on the shoulder when he walked in.  “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to track you down again,” he said as he followed Jeff back into the locker room.  Jeff had his shoes kicked off and his underwear halfway down his legs before he even thought about what he was doing.  It was a muscle memory, like he was just taking off his pants to put on his shorts, not stripping down entirely.  “So what was with that text?”  

For someone who’d spent the entire day almost naked, suddenly being actually naked felt more exposed than Jeff expected.  He quickly slid on the grey trunks, cursing how they fit.  The pouch didn’t have a fly, which left his package accentuated and thrust forward.  The light grey color didn’t help either.  “Oh, uh, nothing.  I figured it out,” he lied.  

“So what happened with that guy last night?  You guys hook up?”  

Jeff blushed and froze, totally unprepared for the question.  He’d forgotten that Dylan was the one who pointed him out.  “Huh?  I…uh…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Dylan laughed when the pouch of Jeff’s underwear twitched noticeably.  Jeff turned a deeper shade of mortified red.  “Good job, dude.  He was a looker.”  

Before Jeff could say anything they were back out on the floor, going through their usual routine.  He tried to focus on his workout, but he couldn’t get past the sensation of his pouch constantly flopping around.  To make matters worse, halfway through his workout the light grey material was so drenched in sweat that it clung to him like a second skin.  His entire package was clearly outlined to the point where the underwear might as well have been see through.  Behind, it wedged between his round, solid cheeks, accentuating each one and riding up until the bottoms of each were almost exposed.  

It was also taking all of his willpower to ignore the men around him.  He’d never noticed how attractive they all were before.  He wasn’t interested in one-upping them anymore, but he couldn’t think about what he wanted without really exposing himself.  Every time one of them would slap him on the ass or clap his solid abs after a set he had to bite his lip.  He told himself he’d think about it later and channeled all of that energy into his workout.  

“Damn, man, you killed it today,” a panting, sweaty Dylan said as he reached down to pull the prone Jeff to his feet.  Jeff had to look away from his glistening, shirtless friend.  Each of Dylan’s large, pumped muscles was like a flame beckoning a moth.  Unlike his own body that was built for looks, Dylan was built for power.  He was a towering wall of cheerful muscle; the definition of a gentle giant.  And Jeff was discovering how incredibly attractive that made the other man.   

“You didn’t exactly slouch,” he said, trying to ignore how his sweat-outlined cock bounced in front of him as they walked.  “Ugh, I need a shower.”  Ordinarily he waited until he got home, but the thought of spending any more time in the revealing underwear wasn’t something he relished.  

“Same,” Dylan said, casually shucking his shorts and underwear.  Jeff jerked his head away so Dylan wouldn’t catch him staring at the wide, squat hose that tumbled out.  He peeled out of his damp trunks and followed behind Dylan, unable to look away from the other man’s ample, shifting cheeks.  

The gym was in an old garage that had been retrofitted, which meant the showers were just a few poles with shower heads on them.  To Jeff’s equal parts dismay and pleasure, some of the other guys were already back there.  They talked about their latest workout and sports and Jeff did his best to focus on that.  He couldn’t believe how he felt.  Usually he strutted around the locker room like he owned it.  This was one of those situations where he used to be able to control who saw him, and he liked to show off.  His hairy, sculpted pecs and tight waist were worthy of envy, and he knew his face was one of the best looking of the group, as was his round, solid ass.  Now he felt none of that pride.  He felt bashful and insecure.  It was like the more clothes that disappeared and the more exposed he was, the more unsure of himself he became.  

By the time he was dressed in his red boxer briefs and back in his car, he felt like he was going to explode.  He was just about to pull away when there was a tap on his window.  

“Hey!  Glad I caught you!”  

Jeff wasn’t sure how glad he was to see Jake outside his car.  The shredded blonde had been catching his eye all night.  He’d thought the other man noticed, but now he was sure of it.  “Hey…what’s up?”

“Sorry to impose, but any chance you could give me a ride?  I think we’re headed the same direction.”  

Jeff saw Jake very obviously check out the bulge between his hairy thighs.  “Sure, hop in.”  

Any thoughts of going home were gone as soon as they started driving.  They made small talk, but it was clear they were both thinking the same thing.  “You want to come up for a beer,” Jake asked when they pulled up outside his apartment building.  “It’s the least I can do for the ride.”  

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Jeff said, his heart racing.  He couldn’t help it.  He was hard by the time they walked through Jake’s door.  

Jake looked at the tented boxer briefs, flashing a sparkling smile.  His bright blue eyes made Jeff’s knees weak.  “I get that too sometimes after a good workout.”  He turned his back and pulled off his tanktop, letting Jeff see the thick, slabs of muscle between his shoulder blades.  The solid definition formed a deep valley where his spine was and immediately drew Jeff’s gaze to the tight, perky ass.  Jeff just marveled at the other man’s striated arms and torso.  There didn’t look to be an ounce of fat on him.  

When Jake reached out and took Jeff’s hand to pull him close, Jeff let him.  He felt the room spin when the handsome blonde pressed his lips on top of his.  This wasn’t the eager, uncontrolled groping from the night before.  Jake was calm and in control, taking his time.  He guided them over to the couch, dropping his gym shorts so that all he had on was a pair of tented blue briefs.  “Let’s take our time,” he said as they fell together in a heap.  

Jeff lost himself entirely.  They writhed together, hungrily exploring each other’s body with their hands and mouths.  He didn’t even know at what point they’d stripped each other down.  All he knew was that Jake’s throbbing cock was in his hand, and then in his mouth.  It was about the size of his own, but Jeff wasn’t interested in comparing; it felt perfect in his mouth.  He worked the other man eagerly with his tongue until Jake whimpered and pulled it free.  

Jeff gave him a puzzled look as the other man tugged him into the bedroom and climbed up on the bed on all fours, wagging his muscled bubble.  “Come on,” the sculpted blonde panted expectantly.  

“Oh!  Uh…yeah, okay,” Jeff said, practically shaking with anticipation.  He clambered up behind Jake, stroking the other man’s back as he lined himself up.  He gasped at the sensation of his throbbing head just barely pressing against the other man’s tight hole.  He was already lubed from his own oozing and he pushed in slowly.  

“MMMMMMmmmm….” Jake purred, wriggling his hips.  

Jeff couldn’t believe how good it felt.  Fucking a woman was never like this.  The blonde hunk in front of him was like a bucking bronco by comparison and riding him made Jeff feel more powerful and masculine than ever.  Until he groaned and came a few seconds later.  He was mortified.  He’d barely pushed himself inside the other man.  “Gu…goddamnit…” he sputtered.  “I’m sorry…I…I’m new at this.  With guys I mean.  And I’m…”

Jake just rolled over, trying to mask his disappointment.  “Hey, it’s okay,” he said flatly.  “I should’ve checked to see if you were a bottom too before we did this.  Seeing you strutting around the gym I just figured you for a top.”  He gave Jeff’s thigh a reassuring squeeze and pulled open a dresser drawer.  “Ever use one of these?”  

Jeff just blinked at the hollow strap on.  “Nope,” was all he could manage.  

“Here…” Jeff let Jake put it on him and lube it up, feeling like he had whiplash from the mental highs and lows.  He’d just gone from feeling entirely masculine to totally emasculated.  “Ready?” Jake asked when it was lubed up.  

The excited blonde resumed his position and Jeff reluctantly picked up where he left off, feeling like a total failure.  He couldn’t believe that he was having to fuck someone with a fake dick because he came so fast that his own was basically useless.  Jake was essentially using him to masturbate at this point.  

The comment about seeing him at the gym kept rattling around his head.  All Jeff could think about was how he used to walk around the locker room like the Big Man on Campus and how he clearly wouldn’t be able to do that anymore.  The perfect ladies man was just a quick little squirt gun now.  And he wondered if word would spread.  This wasn’t some stranger he picked up at a bar; this was someone he saw often and who intersected with his social circle.  

His wondering was interrupted by Jake’s loud moan.  He watched the blonde’s tight frame tense and shudder, pumping out an impressive load.  Jeff had already cum again inside the strap on or the sight would have pushed him over.  As it was, he just wanted to get out of there.  

“Whew, thanks for that,” Jake panted, rolling over and stretching contentedly.  “You can just toss that on the bed,” he said as Jeff pulled off the strap on, his whole body bright red with embarrassment.  “It’s cool.  You don’t need to feel bad.  You’re not the first guy I’ve been with that came too early.”  

“This guy stuff is just, uh, new to me,” he said, unable to look away from the golden adonis on the bed.  

“Just coming out?  I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t have the slightest idea.  Are you and Dylan…”

“Dylan?  No, he’s very straight…” Jeff hesitated.  “I’m not…I don’t know if I’d call myself…”

Jake laughed and sat back up, grabbing one of Jeff’s solid cheeks.  “You don’t have to label it.  Just do what feels good.”  He led Jeff back out into the living room to get his discarded underwear.  “Any time you want to do this again, just let me know.  We can switch it up next time if you want.”  He gave Jeff a quick peck on the cheek and waved goodbye.  

For the second time in as many days, Jeff tried to wrap his head around the fact that he’d just had sex with another man.  Thinking back on it, he hadn’t even thought about a woman all day.  Granted, most of his time was spent trying to figure out why his clothes kept disappearing and the world kept acting like that was normal, but not even once had he so much as looked at a woman.  He got in his car and drove home in a daze, praying that things would be back to normal tomorrow.