The Wish, ch. 2 (Patreon)

Scott waited for the elevator doors to open with bated breath.  He already felt super charged from the energies they were about to release, and his anxiety wasn’t helping.  He was so close.  Everything he and Travis had worked towards, knowingly or not, was finally coming to fruition.  

It all seemed so impossible on the surface, yet riding up to his large friend’s penthouse mansion, there was no denying that what they’d found out in the desert was real.  The strange, unfathomably old door, the horn with the alien engravings, the howling wind that followed them over the sands; he and Travis really had discovered a working relic from a forgotten past.  

Even with all the other evidence, it wasn’t until they’d conducted the ritual that he’d let himself fully believe.  Scott still had a hard time wrapping his head around what he’d felt that night a month ago.  It was like he and Travis fell into sync, like they broke the laws of physics and occupied the same spot in space and time.  Their bodies vibrated with the extra-dimensional force, the pressure building and building until it felt like they would explode.  When Travis made his wish, the release was like nothing they’d ever experienced.  It was the most intense orgasm, mixed with finally letting out a sneeze that had been building for months, on top of scratching an itch that hadn’t been touched in years.  It was euphoric.  For one brief instant, he and Travis shared a moment of bliss.  

Then it was over.  His burly friend was gone and he was somehow back in his apartment.  Scott wasn’t at all surprised that Travis insisted on being the first to make a wish.  After so many months of getting pushed around, both literally and figuratively, he knew the other man well enough to know how he’d act and exactly what he’d wish for.  That was fine with him.  As soon as it seemed like any of this might be real, Scott had started making his plan.  So far, everything was falling into place.  

He let out the breath he’d been holding as the elevator doors opened on his friend’s luxurious new home.  Across the vast, open room he could see the lights of the city starting to flicker on through the clear glass wall as the sun set.  Since Travis made his wish he’d only been here once, and the view was as stunning as he remembered.  

“Right on time.”  Scott did his best to appear calm as Travis appeared at the top of the stairs.  The tall, muscular man was clad only in a pair of small black gym shorts, leaving the rest of his sculpted frame exposed.  

“Holy shit dude, look at you!”  Scott gave a shocked laugh at the sight of Travis’s shredded body.  He’d only seen the other man once in the past month, but in that time his friend had taken his already impressive body to another level.  

“I know, right?”  Travis spread his beefy arms and looked down at his bulging pecs and washboard abs with a smug grin.  “Turns out when you’re super rich and have a lot of time on your hands it’s way easier to stay in shape.”  

Despite the warmth of the room, Scott shivered when Travis shook his hand and he watched goosebumps spread across the other man’s broad shoulders.  The energy was already eager to be released.  They both laughed awkwardly and quickly let go.  “It feels like ants are crawling under my skin,” Scott said, squirming.  

Travis sighed and ran a hand through his short, black hair.  “I know...I’ve been on edge all day.”  

Scott pulled his eyes away from his friend’s granite bicep in time to catch the odd look Travis gave the older man standing on the other side of the room.   “So things have been going well?”  

“Yeah, yeah, things are great, actually.  Being insanely wealthy is just as much fun as you’d think.  Sorry I’ve been out of touch...I’ve been a little busy getting used to things around here.”  

Scott waved away Travis’s excuse.  “Whatever, man.  Don’t worry about.  I totally get it.”  He whistled and looked around the room.  “This place is crazy.  I bet you’ve been getting laid non-stop?”

Travis’s smug grin re-appeared as he reached down and adjusted the large lump in his shorts.  “Dude, you don’t know the half of it.  Money comes with all kinds of privileges.”  

Scott forced a grin as he looked past the arrogant man to the darkening sky outside.  “So where do we want to do this?  Looks like it’s just about time.”  

Travis seemed just as eager to quit the small talk and motioned for Scott to follow.  “There’s a patio on the other side with an infinity pool that’s bigger than my old apartment.  I figured we’d do this out there.  You never told me, man, what’re you going to wish for?”  

Scott was grateful that he was staring at Travis’s broad back and shifting globes as they made their way outside.  He didn’t have the best poker face.  “You know me...I’m not into flashy stuff like this.  I just want a successful career.”  

“Always the workaholic…” Travis shook his head and slid the door open, ushering them both out onto the large patio that overlooked the city.  “I’ll take this any day.”  

“Then this should work out for both of us,”  Scott said as he pulled out the horn.  “You ready?”   

“Don’t have much choice,” Travis shrugged. 

Scott gave a quick nod and placed the ancient relic against his lips while his larger friend held it in place.  Focusing on his desire, the lean man took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and blew.  The same deafening roar bellowed out, growing in volume as it did and shaking the windows around them so much that Scott was afraid they’d break.  The concrete of the patio trembled beneath their feet as the energies inside them surged to the surface.  The howling, desert wind that had followed them out of the cave suddenly battered them again with hurricane force.  The pressure building inside their bodies was painful now, threatening to overwhelm each of them if it wasn’t released soon.  The horn continued to blow and Scott felt like he was going to suffocate as the oxygen was pulled out of him.  He wasn’t blowing into the horn, it was sucking the air from his body of its own volition.  

Just as things seemed like they were about to spiral out of control, the balance was reached.  The howling wind joined with the deafening bellow to form a deep, harmonious tone.  The sound washed over them, piercing their bodies and letting the energies flow out from one reality and into another.  There was the same brief instant of shared bliss, and then, as quickly as it started, it was over.  

“Fuuuuuuuck me that’s intense…” Scott panted, doubling over and gripping his knees as he caught his breath.  

“Yeah...it sure as hell is…” Travis gasped, equally winded.  “This time felt even more...more…” 

“Whoa!”  Scott darted forward and grabbed his friend when the larger man started swaying on his feet.  Travis towered over him, but Scott was able to keep him upright with an arm around the other man’s trim waist and one of Travis’s heavy arms over his own thin shoulder.  He reached up and put his free hand on one of the meaty pecs to steady the shirtless man.  “You okay dude?”  

Travis blinked and shook his head, leaning into Scott’s smaller frame.  “Damn...just got really dizzy.  I think it’s passing…” 

Scott could feel Travis’s heart starting to beat faster against the palm he had resting on the bare chest.  The arm that had been hanging limply over his shoulder tensed as Travis’s fingers began absently brushing against the front of Scott’s shirt.  He looked up and saw the taller man’s handsome face looking down at him with a confused expression.  

Travis’s deep voice shook slightly as he spoke.  “What...what did you wish for again?”  The world had stopped spinning, but he still hadn’t moved to pull away from the smaller man

Scott couldn’t fight the triumphant grin that spread across his face.  “You,” he said flatly, his hand stroking across Travis’s firm chest.  His friend’s heart was a jackhammer and he could feel the large body start to tremble against him.  

“Wh...what?”  Scott loved the look of confusion and fear that washed over Travis’s normally arrogant features.  

“You heard me.  Did it work?”  Scott traced his hand down through the valley of Travis’s pecs and over the washboard abs to grip his friend’s hefty package through his shorts.  The big man let out a quick, shocked gasp and Scott could already feel him hardening against his hand.  

Travis kept looking back and forth between Scott’s hand on his crotch and the smaller man’s face with wide, shocked eyes.  “But...wait!  You...you cant!”  

Scott laughed and squeezed Travis’s twitching bulge harder.  “Apparently I can.  Do you want me to let go?”  

“No!” Travis’s face went beet red, then pale white, at his quick response.  “I mean...ye...y…” He eventually gave up trying to protest.  “What did you do?”  

“Just what it feels like.  Come on...are you surprised?”  Scott laughed at Travis’s silent nod.  “Really?  You never noticed me staring?  You never stopped to wonder why I put up with your bullshit?”  He slipped his other hand into the back of Travis’s shorts, squeezing one of the solid globes.  “Hard as a rock and about half as smart,” he sighed.  “Though, to be fair, I did try to hide it towards the end there, once it started to feel like this could be real.”  

“But I’m not...I don’t…hey!” After so many months of hearing nothing but insults, the sound of Travis’s whimpering voice was music to Scott’s ears as he pushed down the back of his friend’s shorts and briefs, exposing the large, plump globes.  

“Come on big guy, it’s not that bad...we both get what we want.  You still have all your money, and I have a gorgeous man that wants to do whatever I tell him.”  

Travis hated the rush he felt when Scott called him gorgeous.  He should be tossing the smaller man over the side of building in a rage, but all he felt was helpless lust.  “Why?  Why me?”  

“You mean besides this?”  Scott pulled Travis’s shorts and briefs down the rest of the way, his friend’s massive cock rocketing free.  “There’s a reason I didn’t get upset that you took the money and wealth option.  Sure, go right the fuck ahead and take it all for yourself.  Get as rich as you want because a month later I get you AND your money.”  He finally stepped away from the other man and looked him slowly up and down.  “And I’ve gotta say, I appreciate the effort you’ve put into your appearance during the last month.  You always looked good, but…” he trailed off into a whistle.  

Travis hated how empty he felt without Scott pressing against him.  He stared down at his naked, hard body, fighting uselessly against the new urges coursing through him.  He was having a hard time even thinking that he should be angry with Scott, let alone coming anywhere near the actual emotion.  True, he wanted to grab the smaller man, but only so he could tear the clothes from Scott’s whipcord body.  Instead of a thin little nerd that he loved to torment, Scott was becoming the focus of everything he desired.  

“You look confused, buddy,” Scott said condescendingly.  “Why don’t you flex for me and show me all the work you’ve done?”  Travis quickly broke out into a double bicep pose, thrusting his long, solid cock forward.  Part of him was still embarrassed, but mostly he was just relieved to be fulfilling a command.  He turned in a slow circle, going through several poses until he’d shown off every inch of himself.  “Not bad at all,” Scott said, stepping forward to run his hands over the other man’s plentiful, flexed muscle.  

Travis’s thick chest heaved under Scott’s smaller hand.  “Scott...wait...what’s happening?”  He blinked rapidly, trying in vain to clear his foggy head.  

“Shhh,” the smaller man’s tone was as gentle as the fingers dancing down the line of hair bisecting Travis’s abs.  “You tell me.  What do you want to do right now?”  

Travis’s meaty hands shook as he reached forward and started fumbling with the buttons of Scott’s shirt.  He gazed with wide, stunned eyes as the other man’s lean torso was gradually exposed until he delicately slipped the shirt free of Scott’s thin shoulders.  The sight of his shirtless friend made his knees quiver as the same fumbling hands clawed at Scott’s pants and gripped the elastic waistband of the smaller man’s underwear.  Travis felt like he was hit with an actual, physical force as soon as Scott was stripped bare.  It was so overwhelming he could barely bring himself to look at the other man.  He no longer viewed his friend as a skinny nerd, but as walking perfection.  Scott’s lean, toned muscles suddenly stood out like granite monuments and the thin, average cock hardening between his slightly hairy thighs was like a beacon.  

Scott raised his arms with a smug grin at the shocked expression on Travis’s face.  “Well?  Do you like what you see?”  He laughed when his larger friend whimpered, tears forming in his eyes.  

“I...you’re just…” Travis stuttered, his shaking hands reaching out and gliding over Scott’s tight frame.  

Scott stood in place and let Travis explore.  He was enjoying the sensation of his friend’s strong hands on his bare flesh just as much as Travis was.  After fantasizing and planning for so long, it was taking all of his willpower not to throw himself into the other man’s meaty embrace.  “Come on,” he finally said, reaching down to grip Travis’s long, thick pole.  He turned back to the house and pulled the taller man along behind him, stopping just inside to admire the changes that had taken place.  

Instead of Travis’s sparse, minimal furnishings, the spacious house had become filled with items much more in line with Scott’s taste.  The furniture was all different, the decorations on the walls had changed, and they both recognized several items that had previously belonged to the smaller man lining the new shelves along the walls.  

Scott picked up a small framed picture from an end table and turned it over in his hands.  It should have been hanging on the wall in a ratty apartment across town.  “Well that was the easiest move ever,” he laughed.  

“What...what happened to my house?” Travis asked as he looked around in a daze.  

“That douchebag bachelor pad?  Long gone, buddy.  Looks like this is my...or at least, our...house now.”  Scott gave Travis’s aching cock a few long tugs.  “But you’re okay with that, right?”

The smaller man wondered how much of the old Travis was still present as a pair of huge arms wrapped around him from behind.  Scott knew that the old Travis would pick him up and pitch him over the balcony for this, but all the big man did was lean down and plant a kiss on the back of his head.  “Yeah...yeah!  Of course!  Anything for you,” he said quickly.  

The sound of almost desperate conviction in his friend’s voice nearly made Scott cum on the spot.  “Good to hear,” he sighed, leaning into the embrace before pulling Travis behind him again.  They made their way up to the large bedroom but this time Scott didn’t stop to appreciate the furniture.  He couldn’t wait any longer.  He shoved Travis down onto the bed and crawled on top of his friend’s broad, prone frame, straddling him.  

There was a moment of electric tension before the smaller man leaned down and pressed his lips against Travis’s trembling mouth.  They both groaned, and Scott felt a pair of huge hands reach up and start exploring his body again.  He squirmed and dug his rigid cock into Travis’s solid stomach while they kissed.  “You always bragged about how good in bed you were,” Scott gasped as he came up for air.  He locked eyes with Travis and squeezed the other man’s bulging pecs.  “I want you to show me.”  

That was all Travis needed to hear.  In a flash, the athletic man rolled and had Scott pinned underneath him.  He mashed their mouths together again before working down his friend’s thin neck and modest chest.  Scott moaned at the ecstatic sensation of Travis’s massive frame towering above him.  It was everything he could have hoped for.  He’d dreamt of this moment for so long that when he felt his legs hefted into the air he wasn’t sure that he was even still awake.  

“OOOOOHhhhhhhh!”  Scott hissed when Travis’s thick club worked its way inside.  The bigger man paused, a look of concern on his face, but pushed in deeper at Scott’s nod.  The jolts of pleasure shooting through him were better than he could have hoped for.  He didn’t know if it was because of the wish, but he was taking his meaty friend like his body had been made for it.  Based on the slack-jawed, wide-eyed look of lust on Travis’s face, he knew his friend was experiencing a similar sensation.  

“Oh fuck...oh fuck…” Travis gasped, his deep voice cracking.  

“Come on, then,” Scott ordered, just before he saw stars.  He quickly learned that his friend hadn’t been exaggerating about his skills in the bedroom.  He’d bottomed for plenty of guys and none of them had felt like this.  None of them had been built or hung like Travis either, but Scott knew it was deeper than that.  The bigger man expertly changed his pace and tempo, bringing Scott to the brink over and over again.  They switched through a flurry of positions, with Scott on his back, on his side, on Travis’s lap; each time the big man never missing a beat.  

As he bounced and shook from the force of the pounding, Scott let his mind wander to all the wonderful possibilities in store.  He could tell by the way his friend was looking at him that Travis was his, entirely.  Just as he’d wished for, the big man was his musclebound toy, to do with as he pleased.  Scott may have been on the bottom, but that was what he wanted.  It was clear he was the one calling the shots, and his walking fuck-stick of a friend would give it to him whenever he wanted.  He thought about all of the things he’d make his hulking lover do, picturing the muscular man dancing around for him in bright, neon underwear, or collared and chained on his knees.  Scott really did want his career to flourish, and it would be so much easier knowing he had a handsome, boy-toy house husband waiting eagerly for him at home.  

And to top it all off, Scott still had one wish left.  There was just enough energy left in them for a small, final wish a month from now.  It was supposed to be shared, but Scott knew that after a month of being together, Travis would be only too happy to do whatever it was Scott told him to.  The thinner man thought that maybe he’d make himself bigger, or, based on how hot the size difference between them was, he might even make himself smaller.  The possibilities were literally endless.  

“MMMmm...fuh...fuck...Scott...I’m gonna…” Travis’s tensing body brought Scott’s attention back to the present.  He was straddling his friend’s lap and leaned in for another kiss just as Travis came.  Scott gasped into Travis’s mouth and clutched at the other man’s broad, muscled back as what felt like gallons of cum rocketed into him.  At the same time, Scott felt a meaty fist wrap around his own aching cock, pushing him over the edge to join Travis’s spraying.  The combined sensation of his friend’s warm tongue in his mouth and spewing rod in his ass nearly made Scott pass out.  When his head cleared, he was wrapped in Travis’s arms on the bed as they both caught their breath.  

“Goddamn…” Travis panted with a shocked laugh.  

Scott rolled over and searched his friend’s eyes for any sign of resistance or regret, but all he saw was the longing he’d always dreamed of staring back up at him.  Travis blushed under Scott’s piercing gaze until the smaller man nestled back down into his arms.  “And we’re just getting started.”