Dylan felt like a man possessed. He'd been flirting with Mark the entire time they’d been closing up shop. He couldn't take his eyes off his beefy co-worker. He teased and toyed with him, standing closer than he should, finding excuses to brush up against him, and constantly commenting on the older man’s brawny build. Dylan's eyes were alternately glued to his friends plump backside and protruding pecs in equal measure, something that Mark was confusingly aware of.
The bigger man didn’t seem to know how to process the sudden shift in his younger friend’s attitude. At first he’d thought Dylan was just joking around, but after an hour of non-stop chirping from the young jock he knew it was more than that. They usually talked sports or annoying customers as they shut down for the night, but when Dylan wasn’t going on about how buff and handsome Mark was, he was commenting on how cute the clothes were, or how good they’d look on each of them. Instead of sounding like the intelligent young man that Mark knew he was, Dylan sounded increasingly like the vapid teenage girls he saw milling around the mall in herds.
Even the younger man’s body language was different. After years of playing whatever sports he could get his hands on, the young athlete’s coordination was impeccable. Mark was used to watching Dylan move around the store with whipcord precision, standing with a tall, straight spine and broad shoulders. Watching him now, Mark felt like he was looking at a stranger. Dylan’s step had an extra, swaying bounce to it, and when he stood he drew his shoulders back. This emphasized the round, sculpted pecs bulging against his polo, but it also added an arch to his posture that seemed out of place, softening the edges of his otherwise granite frame.
It was the same whenever he picked up a piece of equipment. Instead looking like an extension of his arm, Dylan looked like he was holding a live snake instead of a baseball bat. He fumbled and dropped footballs as if his wide hands had never gripped one before, giggling and bending slowly to show off his perky bubble in front of Mark as he picked them up.
There were times when it seemed like his young friend wanted to say something. He’d catch a slight crack in Dylan’s dim smile and wait for the other man to finally explain what was going on, but the answers never came, only more of the same confounding behavior. But even if Dylan had been able to explain what was going on with him, that only would have addressed part of Mark’s question. The question of why he was suddenly so interest in the young hunk was up to him.
The older man tried to pass off his staring as simply an attempt to understand what was going on, but when Dylan did a slow bend to pick something up and wagged his firm rear in front of him, Mark couldn’t deny the throbbing he felt in his fat cock. His heart really DID start beating faster as his eyes traced down the strange new arch of Dylan’s spine, coming to rest on the other man’s crotch, or when they lingered on his young friend’s handsome, boyish face.
“That’s good enough for now,” Mark finally said, shaking his head when he’d caught himself staring at Dylan’s ass yet again. “Morning crew can worry about the rest.”
“Awww, I was having fun,” Dylan pouted, sticking his lower lip out. “I still think I could have convinced you to try on those little running shorts for me.”
Mark blinked rapidly, rubbed his face with both rough hands, and gave an exasperated sigh. “Dude, seriously, I dunno what’s going on in your head right now, but you’ve gotta figure your shit out. For real, man, if there’s something you need to tell me, you can just tell me. It’s cool. You know I don’t judge people.”
Dylan was hit with another wave of embarrassment, this time mingled with genuine affection for his burly friend. He was humiliated at the implication that Mark thought he was trying to come out to him, but he appreciated that the other man would have been supportive if he had. He’d been trying all night to tell Mark what was going on, that he couldn’t control any of this. There were a few times when he’d come close, but just as the words were about to hit his tongue, they fled. With each failure the attempts became more and more difficult to the point where now it was a struggle to even hold onto the idea in his own brain that this wasn’t his normal behavior.
“I don’t, like, know why you keep saying that,” Dylan sighed back. “I’m just being me,” he chirped, planting one hand on his trim hips and giving his shaggy brown hair a toss with the other.
Mark had a thousand questions he wanted to ask. “If you say so,” was all he said, deciding not to push it. They worked together again tomorrow, so he had time.
“I’ll get the gate,” Dylan said as they made their way outside into the empty parking lot. The lone streetlight at their end of the mall had been burnt out for months, leaving the patch of asphalt dimly lit under the waning moon above. With the wavering heat distortion still rising from ground that had baked in the sun all day, it gave the setting an eerie, otherworldly feel, only adding to the young jock’s surreal afternoon.
He waved Mark off and pulled the metal security gate down, the echoing clang shattering the quiet, alien landscape of the moonlit parking lot.
“Uh, hey man…” His ears still ringing from the slamming gate, Dylan jumped at the unexpected voice and turned to find a tall, familiar blonde standing awkwardly behind him.
“Oh, hi!” From the outside, Dylan’s cheerful, beaming face betrayed none of the frantic thoughts running through his brain. He remembered the lean blonde calling him out while trying on his shoes earlier and wondered if he’d come back for a fight. Under other circumstances Dylan wouldn’t have questioned his ability to handle himself if things got violent, but given how his day was going he wasn’t confident. He looked the other man slowly up and down, seeing the same tight t-shirt that showed off his wiry build, and the same black basketball shorts he’d so desperately tried to look up. “See? I told you those shoes were cute,” Dylan winked, nodding down at the other man’s new sneakers.
“Uh, yeah, they look good,” the tall blonde mumbled, returning Dylan’s sweeping gaze. There was a pregnant pause as he fell silent, his eyes locked on the shorter man’s solid chest.
Dylan was coy, letting himself be checked out, subtly flexing his thick pecs and solid arms as he turned slightly to the side to give a view of his appealing rear. “Did you need help with something else?”
The man’s sharp face gradually turned deeper shades of red. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and seemed to be searching for the right words. “I just wondered what...I mean...did I do something that made you think I was…” he stammered. “Because I’m not!” he added quickly, his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him.
“Hey, I’m not either,” Dylan shrugged, not sure if he even believed it himself.
The blonde looked him up and down again and laughed. “Uh-huh. Sure you’re not. Straight dudes try and look up my shorts all the time.”
Dylan’s smile was mischievous. “You can’t blame a boy for trying to enjoy the view.”
“See? That’s exactly what I’m…” the man trailed off when Dylan stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. He didn’t pull it away.
“Do you want to go talk about this somewhere else?” Dylan’s eyes dropped pointedly to the twitching lump in the blonde’s shorts. “Or are we going to stand out here all night?”
The taller man swallowed hard and pointed over his shoulder to an old pickup truck. Without saying anything else, Dylan pulled on his toned arm and started walking towards it, his heart racing from a mix of fear and eager anticipation. The scenario had the young stud feeling more like himself, except for the fact that he was putting the moves on another man. He had no idea why the wiry blonde seemed so confused about what was happening, but at the moment he didn’t really care.
“I’m Evan, by the way,” the blonde said as they climbed up into the cab and the truck rumbled to life.
“Nice to meet you Evan,” Dylan said with mock formality, putting a hand on the other man’s thigh. “I’m Dylan. So where we headed?”
“I know a spot out by the river that’s real pretty this time of niiiiiiiight…” Evan yelped when Dylan’s hand slid from his thigh to brush against the long, hardening cock buried in the baggy shorts.
“Sounds good to me,” Dylan purred, toying with Evan’s solid cock through the shiny fabric. From what he could see and feel so far, the throbbing organ seemed every bit as long as the tall blonde himself. His mouth watered at the large outline against the fabric as he bounced and stroked Evan, the tall man’s breath coming fast and heavy while he pressed harder on the accelerator. “Eyes on the road, handsome,” Dylan laughed when he kept catching Evan looking at him out of the corner of his eye. When one of the blonde’s hands finally left the wheel and reached over, he guided it to his own meatier thigh, leaving his hand on top of the other as he pulled it towards his own impressive bulge. Evan had a shell shocked look on his face, seemingly as confused and out of control as the giddy muscle man next to him. When they hit a rough dirt road, he reluctantly pulled his hand away only when it was absolutely necessary.
“Here...here we are…” he said, red-faced, as he backed the truck into position.
Looking out through the clearing of trees at the lazily winding river below them, Dylan couldn’t help but think of all the times he’d brought a girl out to a remote spot just like this one. The warm night air, the starry sky, and the rhythmically chirping crickets all combined into a perfect, natural aphrodisiac. Even knowing that, Dylan was surprised to feel the effects working on him. “Wow,” he gasped, looking up at the star-peppered sky, “you weren’t kidding.”
“Right?” Evan grabbed a bundle from behind the front seat and quickly spread out a layer of thick blanket in the bed of the truck. “After you,” he said, motioning for Dylan to climb up.
The shorter man made a show of struggling, giving Evan the opportunity to plant a hand on his solid rear and push. “Thanks,” he sighed, peeling out of his tight polo before settling down onto the blanket. Guy or not, Dylan felt the same rush of pride at the lustful look in Evan’s eyes while the lean man stared at his bare, chiseled pecs and washboard abs. “You gonna stare all night or are you gonna join me,” he laughed, patting the blanket next to him.
Evan practically leapt into the spot, shucking his own shirt in the process and letting Dylan get a look at the lean, shredded muscles underneath. He wasn’t as built, but his long torso was a roadmap of defined muscle, all leading down to the large tent in his shorts.
Dylan didn’t waste any time. He rolled over and draped himself on top of Evan’s lanky frame, mashing their lips together while his hand slid down the other man’s smooth, trim sides. He felt Evan tense for a moment before relaxing, instinct taking over as he wrapped his long arms around Dylan’s broad back. Huge hands that were used to clutching basketballs drifted down to palm the shorter stud’s perky cheeks instead, his long fingers kneading them through Dylan’s khakis.
Neither of them spoke. They didn’t have to. When Dylan’s hand slid underneath Evan’s basketball shorts and into his boxers, the taller man raised himself up enough to let the burdensome clothes be stripped free. And when Evan’s desperate fingers fumbled with Dylan’s tight pants, the buff young man tore them open, giggling excitedly when they were pulled down with his boxer briefs and his thick, long rod sprang free. Both of them naked, there was a pause as they stared hungrily at each other, Dylan’s muscular, athletic frame seeming bulky next to Evan’s long, lean build. They’d both been around plenty of naked men in locker rooms over the years, but it was the first time the sight of one made them feel like this. Evan’s long, dangling hose throbbed impressively in Dylan’s direction, while the other man’s oozing pole stood proudly up between his hairy, muscled thighs.
To an outsider, their inexperience wouldn’t have been obvious. When Dylan rolled over on top of Evan and swallowed the other man, he did so with the graceful ease of someone who looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. The steady bobbing of his head on the lengthy shaft grew deeper and deeper as he swallowed nearly all of the other man. The small part of Dylan that wasn’t completely overcome with lust was surprised at how easily the firm, musky rod slid in and out of his throat without difficulty. He was struck again with the memories of how many times it had been him on his back, with some random girl’s face bobbing up and down on his eager cock, the surge of fear only adding to his lust. He pictured what it would look like if someone stumbled on them, his broad, powerful back, bare and flexing, his exposed skin glowing in the moonlight while Evan’s fingers danced through the chocolate mop on his head.
The thought made him groan. He pulled his mouth away and gave the gasping blonde a pleading look, and at Evan’s nod, shifted off to let the other man get up without fully knowing why. His brain was slowly piecing it together even as he positioned himself on all fours and felt Evan’s hands spreading his solid globes. Before the terrified protests in his brain could reach his lips, the other man was inside.
Dylan grunted and hissed at the blessedly brief stab of pain that shot up his spine. The cock that had felt so natural against his tongue now felt like it was splitting his virgin hole in two. He gasped and clutched at the thick blanket, bunching it around his tensed fingers as Evan fell into rhythm. The loud creaking of the truck’s rusty struts masked Dylan’s quiet whimpers and the sound of his unused cock slapping up against his ripped stomach. Those whimpers grew louder and louder as the pain fled, replaced by an overwhelming pleasure that the grunting stud never experienced before. The slapping of his oozing cock was joined by the sound of Evan’s stomach impacting against his round cheeks when the taller man picked up the pace, slamming harder and deeper into Dylan’s athletic rear. The kneeling jock felt his plump pecs shaking up and down in time with the pounding, his whimpers turning to moans.
“ooohhhhhwwwWWHOOAAAooohhh,” Dylan cried, his voice rising and falling in time with the tides of ecstasy surging through him.
“You...like...that…” Evan hissed, slowing down to long, deep thrusts before picking back up his jackrabbit pace. “Fast...or slow…?”
“Fast,” Dylan moaned, lowering his torso and forcefully shoving his impaled rear backwards. “Come on….fuckin’....give it to me…” he begged, looking back over his shoulder as though daring the lean man to try harder. He felt Evan’s fingers tighten on his hips as the onslaught started. “FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuck,” Dylan purred blissfully as every one of his ample young muscles shook from the beating his ass was taking. “Fuuuck...yesssss...yeeeuuuuhh….yes...yes...yes…”
Hearing his own ecstatic cries, Dylan knew he’d come full circle. He’d gone from flirting, to pawing, to blowing, to now getting fucked by a man in the back of a truck. He’d done it all plenty of times before, but always from Evan’s perspective, never from that of the person getting plowed. He thought about how this should be him and Tess, about how the buxom blonde should have been the one moaning and groaning at the end of someone’s dick. The irony that he was currently grunting like a beast while a handsome blonde fucked HIS brains out wasn’t lost on him.
He just didn’t care. All he cared about was the mounting pressure and the unbelievable sensations shooting through him. “OOOHHHHHHHHuuunnnngggg!” With a guttural bellow his untouched cock exploded, spraying so forcefully against the blanket that sticky drops splashed up into the prickly hairs on his sweaty, bouncing pecs. He’d never cum so hard in his life.
The same went for Evan, who gave one last, deep thrust all the way to the base of his stomach before he spasmed and emptied his churning balls into Dylan’s gut. His surprisingly strong hands held the buff jock in place as he sprayed and sprayed, not letting go until he was empty and soft inside the other man.
“Wh...whoa…” the tall blonde panted when he pulled out and fell forward. He rolled onto his back and reached over to let Dylan’s solid body nestle against him.
Cuddling against his new friend, the addled stud wasn’t sure at first if the stars he saw were real or a result of the pounding he’d just taken. He could feel the other man’s fluid running out of his punished hole as his girthy cock flopped over onto Evan’s thigh. “You were aahhh-mazing,” he giggled, running a finger along Evan’s toned pecs. Any vestiges of his old self that surfaced during sex were quickly being replaced by the ditzy haze from earlier. “Glad you took me up on my offer after all?”
“I don’t know what the fuck we just did,” Evan said, his stunned eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath, “but I’m real glad we did it.”
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