Wish Candle, Day 3 (vignette) (Patreon)

The next day, things were not back to normal.  Jeff woke to an apartment void of any clothing except underwear, socks, shoes, and ties.  There wasn’t a single shirt or pair of pants anywhere.  His “work clothes” now only consisted of blue, black, and dark grey boxer briefs, a few pairs of dress shoes and socks, and assorted ties.  There was also no denying that he’d spent the past two nights fucking around with other guys.  When he pulled out his phone to check his usual porn sites, he discovered they all exclusively featured men.  

He tossed his phone aside in frustration and stared at himself in the mirror.  He was still the same, sculpted stud he’d always been.  His pecs popped, his stomach was ripped, and his arms were matching sets of solid guns.  He had the same tight, perky bubble that sat above his toned, hairy thighs.  He had the same masculine stubble on his high cheekbones that matched the dark, curly hairs dusting the rest of his impressive body.  Even his cock, though it wasn’t working as it should, still looked appealing as it bulged out the front of his boxer briefs.  Physically, he wasn’t any different.  Mentally, he felt worlds away from the ripped athlete in the mirror.  His arrogance was gone entirely.  All he could think about was his failure in Jake’s bedroom the night before.  What good were his looks if he couldn’t seal the deal?  He spent his days strutting around entirely on display, only to pop as soon as he pulled his dick out?  Jake had been nice about it, but he’d seen the look of pity and disappointment on the other man’s face.  

Just thinking about the sculpted blonde let Jeff test his stamina.  He was rock hard at the memory.  He pulled his underwear down and kicked it aside, staring at his throbbing six inches in the mirror.  He flexed, wishing he felt half as strong and manly as he looked.  

Jeff resisted the urge to jerk off.  He didn’t want to have to deal with another quick shot situation.  Instead, he picked up his phone and called off work.  After the events of the last two days, he thought it best to stay home in case something else happened.  

Across town, a candle was lit.  

*****

Jeff spent the morning putting his disheveled apartment back together and scrolling through his various social media sites.  He still couldn’t believe that he was looking at countless, underwear-clad pictures of himself throughout the years.  Also curiously absent were any pictures of him and former girlfriends.  Their numbers were even erased from his phone, apparently never having been entered in the first place.  Jeff could only bring himself to be slightly worried by that.  He was more focused on his increasing interest in the pictures of his male friends.  Guys he’d known for years suddenly seemed new.  He’d never given a thought to their looks before, except how they compared to his own, but now he was actively fantasizing about them.  He didn’t know at what point he’d started stroking his cock until it eventually occurred to him that he hadn’t cum immediately.  He was certainly turned on enough.  He dropped his phone and closed his eyes, thinking back to the previous day in the locker room.  Dylan’s naked, brawny body swam through his memory as Jeff imagined what his friend’s solid cock would feel like in his hands.  He moaned as he pictured himself burying his face between those solid thighs.  

Jeff writhed on the bed as the pleasure built.  He was starting to become concerned that he was experiencing the opposite problem.  No matter how much he felt the pressure piling on, he never came close to cumming.  

“Warming up already?”  

“Gah!”  Jeff’s eyes shot open and he bolted upright at the unexpected sound of Dylan’s voice.  His friend’s broad, muscular frame filled the doorway.  “Jesus Christ, dude!  You scared the shit out of me,” he gasped, catching his breath.  He flushed a shade of crimson when he realized Dylan had caught him jerking off while being fantasized about.  Even through his surprise, he couldn’t help but notice how huge Dylan’s arms looked spilling out of the tanktop he was wearing, or the inviting lump in the front of his basketball shorts.  “What’re you doing here?”  

Dylan gave him a confused look and pulled out his phone.  “What do you mean?  YOU texted ME and told me to come over.”  

“No I…” Jeff squinted at Dylan’s phone before pulling up his own.  His mouth fell open when, sure enough, he saw a text from himself to his friend.  “Took the day off.  Feel like coming over and giving me a ride?”  

“Are you still acting weird?”  Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Jeff’s thigh.  “You’re starting to freak me out.”  

“Starting to freak YOU out?  How do you think I feel?  I don’t even remember sending that!  Give me a ride?  Where?”  

“Dude, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately,” Dylan sighed, shaking his head in frustration.  He stood and made to leave.  “You drag me all the way over here making me think we’re gonna do this, but now you’re acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about?  If you don’t want me here you…”

“No, please, don’t go,” Jeff interrupted.  He sat up quickly and reached out without thinking, grabbing the waistband of Dylan’s shorts.  “I’m just…confused…” he said as his big friend turned around to face him.  

“So do you want me here or not,” Dylan asked firmly.  Jeff was almost desperate as he nodded quickly.  His other hand had drifted up to grab the waistband on the other side.  Slowly, he pulled Dylan’s shorts and underwear down, practically licking his lips at the sight of his friend’s thick, plump cock.  His body was on autopilot.  He leaned forward and sucked the dangling organ between his lips, elated at the sensation of it hardening and filling his mouth as he worked his tongue around it.  Dylan moaned softly and ran his fingers through Jeff’s hair, pumping his hips back and forth until he was rigid and throbbing.  “Ready?”  

Jeff nodded and backed away.  He felt like a puppet as his limbs moved seemingly on their own, scooting him back on the bed and flipping him over.  Dylan was on him before he could even process what was happening.  One second he was turning over and the next Dylan was inside him.  “OOOOHHHHHHH!”  Jeff howled.  In his shock, it took several moments for him to realize that he wasn’t in pain.  He knew Dylan’s thick cock should be splitting him open.  He’d been with girls before who had tried to get him to fool around with anal stuff, but he’d always said no.  The idea of being penetrated was repellent to him.  He did the stuffing, not the other way around.  Or at least that used to be the case.  He tried not to think about the implications of how easily his supposedly virgin hole was handling the other man as Dylan’s piledriving cock slid effortlessly in and out of him.  He tried not to think about how blissfully good it felt.  He told himself he wasn’t really whimpering and begging his friend to fuck him harder and harder.  

Two days, he thought.  In just over forty eight hours his life had gone from a normal routine to a waking nightmare.  Just a few days ago he and Dylan were gym buddies who would wingman for each other at the bar.  They watched sports and drank beer.  It was bad enough for Jeff that in the preceding days he’d found himself with less and less to wear, but to be face down on his bed begging for Dylan’s cock was another layer of torture.  Mentally, at least.  Physically, he felt better than he ever had.  Dylan’s huge frame towering behind him, slapping against his ass while his strong hands gripped his waist was more of a turn on than anything Jeff could remember.  And the sensations shooting through him whenever Dylan plunged his pole deep inside were white hot stars of pure pleasure.  

The old Jeff was screaming.  He wasn’t some eager little bottom.  His solid cock slapping against his stomach while Dylan pounded away should be the one doing the plunging.  He was built.  He was handsome.  He was in control.  He couldn’t let whatever was happening to him take this away, too.  It could take his clothes, it could leave him exposed, but he wouldn’t let it take the last vestiges of his manhood.  He clutched at the bed and told himself he was doing it to pull away, but seconds later let out a high pitched wail as he came harder than he ever had before.  He tensed and bucked while his cock sprayed like a hose, whining the whole time.  

Behind him, Dylan had latched on like he was riding a mechanical bull at a bar and kept pounding.  “Fuck…man…we’re gonna have to…get you a…saddle…” he laughed while Jeff just panted, wide-eyed and still squirming as the last of his impressive deluge trickled out.  “Here we…goouuunnnggg!”  Dylan gave a few deep, final thrusts and exploded inside.  

Jeff collapsed to the bed while Dylan pulled free and sprawled out next to him.  All he could do was blink at his panting friend in shock.  Part of him couldn’t believe what they’d just done, and another part of him already wanted to do it again.  Unable to stop himself, he leaned over to plant a kiss on his friend’s suddenly-handsome face.  

“Whoa!” Dylan laughed, jerking his head away.  “Dude!  You know I don’t go in for any of that gay shit.  I’ll hit that tight ass of yours whenever you want, but I’m not tryin’ to make out with another guy.”  

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry….” Jeff stammered, embarrassed by how much he’d wanted his lips to connect with Dylan’s.  When he’d been a hair’s breadth away it felt electric.  He wanted Dylan’s brawny arms around him, but his friend clearly wasn’t interested.  

“Hey, I get it,” Dylan smirked.  “Face like this is hard to resist.”  He stuffed his softened cock back into his underwear and pulled his shorts up before hopping off the bed and stretching.  “Damn, you ARE thirsty today,” he laughed when he saw Jeff eyeing him intently.  

Jeff turned bright red, both humiliated and turned on by Dylan’s cockier attitude.  “No!  I’m just…it’s been a weird…”

“Don’t worry.  Austin and the guys’ll be glad to help out later.”  Before Jeff could question, Dylan clapped him on the thigh.  “Come on…since you took the day off we can get a jog in before the gym.”

As he pulled on a fresh pair of his tiny boxer briefs Jeff wondered why he was agreeing so quickly.  Running through a crowded city in just his underwear was the last thing he wanted to do, but the thought of saying no to Dylan never entered his mind.  Instead, he pulled on a pair of light blue underwear and his jogging shoes and followed his friend out the door.  

Jeff tried to convince himself that his underwear wasn’t really all that different than a pair of tiny jogging shorts.  It was tighter, but it wasn’t anything you wouldn’t see at the beach.  And he knew he at least looked good in it.  That worked for the first part of their run, until he found his focus increasingly drawn to Dylan in front of him.  His burlier friend had ditched his shirt before they left, which left his broad, glistening back on display.  Jeff watched the way Dylan’s cheeks bounced when he ran, remembering what they’d felt like in his hands while his friend’s dick grew in his mouth.  That was all it took.  Jeff could only keep running, horrified as he felt his own cock start growing in his sweaty underwear.  Soon he was bounding along with his rigid pole bobbing up and down in the tented, sweat soaked fabric.  

Jeff was mortified.  He was convinced he was about to be arrested or assaulted.  The streets they ran down were filled with people, every one of whom obviously looked at the bouncing rod.  A few people cat-called, and he got some dirty looks, but no one, including a police officer, stopped him.  This was worse than the missing clothes.  For the past two days, people had been treating his increasingly exposed body as if it was totally normal.  Now, that was starting to change.  No one may have stopped him for running down the street with his rigid cock leading the way, but they didn’t ignore it, either.  He regretted every time he ever wanted attention as he loped along helplessly.  All those times he peacocked and strutted were fresh in his mind as he showed the world exactly what he was working with.  And it only got worse when they got to the gym.  

“Hey guys,” Alan, one of the regulars, waved when they walked in.  He came over and clapped Dylan on a beefy arm.  Jeff usually felt superior to the lean red head, but today all he could do was squirm uncomfortably while Alan looked at his tented, outlined bulge with a smirk.  “Someone’s happy to be here,” he finally said condescendingly.  

“He’s been in a mood all day,” Dylan said, speaking for Jeff like he wasn’t there.  “You should’ve seen him earlier,” he whistled.  

“Who’s turn is it?  Mike’s?  I don’t think he’s here right now,” Alan said, looking around.  

Dylan shook his head.  “That’s alright…I’ll take care of it.  We’ll be right back.”  

Jeff stumbled numbly behind the bigger man into the locker room.  His friend took him back to the showers and without saying anything yanked down his underwear.  “Dude, you owe me for this,” Dylan sighed.  

“What do you meaaaaahhh!” Jeff whimpered loudly when Dylan shoved a few fingers into his eager hole.  He went up on his tiptoes, his back arching and his muscles tensing.  He grunted and clutched at the shower while Dylan fingered him in full view of the locker room.  The few people who were in there didn’t even flinch.  A few gave Dylan an understanding smile like they would someone who was cleaning up after their dog.  All Jeff could do was close his eyes and try not to think about where he was or why any of this was happening.  Dylan’s rough fingers sliding in and out and working his hole made it easy to ignore.  He hated how good it all felt when he sprayed a few minutes later, his humiliation only making the pleasure more intense.  

“There we go,” Dylan said matter of factly, giving Jeff’s tight bubble a swat.  “What would you do without me?  You owe me double for that later.”  

Jeff bent and cleaned up his mess, his eyes burning a hole into the floor.  He’d just been casually fingered by his friend in full view of the entire locker room.  

“You okay man?”  Dylan asked when Jeff wouldn’t look up from the floor.  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”  

Jeff tried to ignore how much he enjoyed Dylan’s hand on the small of his back.  “No...I just…” he leaned in and whispered the rest, “...you just fingered me in front of everyone!”  

Dylan sighed, shrugging his broad shoulders.  “Oh fuck, not this again.  Dude, I’m really thinking you need to see a doctor or something.  You’re sure you didn’t hit your head?  A guy didn’t get too rough with you?  Look around,” he said, forcing Jeff’s head up to look at the handful of men in the room.  “You’ve had each of these dicks either in your ass or in your mouth at some point.  It’s nothing we all haven’t seen before.  Since when did you get all weird about it?  Hey, Fred!”  Dylan motioned for a hairy, older man to come over.  He was short and stout with bulging, powerful muscle, a scruffy mustache, and a balding scalp.  

“Hey guys,” he said with a broad grin, shaking Dylan’s hand and giving Jeff’s perky rear a squeeze.  “That looked fun,” he winked at Jeff.  

“You’d know, right?  Tell us what you and Jeff did yesterday,” Dylan said, his arms crossed.  

Fred gave him a confused look, but continued when Dylan nodded encouragingly.  “Uh, well, Jeff scrubbed me down in the shower after my workout and then he let me get a piece of that tight ass afterwards.”  

“No!  We’ve never…” even as he said it, Jeff could remember how Fred’s burly, hairy body felt against his hands.  He’d loved lathering up the older man’s firm gut and thick, strong arms.  Fred was all man, down to the wide, short cock that Jeff could practically feel worming its way inside him.  

“Everything okay with him,” Fred asked Dylan.  Jeff was noticing that people were increasingly talking about him like he wasn’t present.  

“Yeah, he’s just having a weird couple of days.  I think he’s working too hard.”  Dylan rubbed Jeff’s shoulder as his friend’s confused expression softened.  “Remember now?”  

“Yeah...yeah,” Jeff grinned bashfully over at Fred.  “Sorry, jesus, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with my head lately.”  

“Looks like I fucked your brains out!”  Fred laughed the loudest at his own joke before lumbering back to his locker.  

Jeff pulled his small underwear back up in a daze.  Disappearing clothes was one thing.  Suddenly being gay was another.  But finding out that he got casually passed around as the gym’s fuckboy like he was some amenity for members?  That was too much.    

“You good?”  Dylan asked with a raised eyebrow.  Jeff just nodded, unsure of what he could possibly say.  

The workout went about as well as Jeff thought it would.  He was rock hard again halfway through and was helpless to do anything other than finish his routine with his solid cock tenting out for everyone to see.  He had no idea what was happening.  Just being around other men was like an aphrodisiac.  It didn’t matter what they looked like.  Short, tall, fat, built, skinny; each one was like a walking adonis to him.  Some of the guys joked with him about it, but most just smirked condescendingly while he did his best to focus on his lifting.  Jeff was discovering how difficult it was to lift when his dick felt like it would explode off his body the entire time.  Despite his multiple orgasms already that day, when Dylan fingered him in front of everyone in the shower it felt like he hadn’t cum in weeks.  He hated how he was eager for his friend to do it again, and the day wasn’t even over yet.