We've Got Good Chemistry, pt. 1 (vignette) (Patreon)

The smaller man motioned to the warehouse around them. “How do you work in here all the time, man?  This place is roasting.”  Jake made no effort to zip the front of his jump suit, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his lean chest.  

“I’m not a little girl like you, apparently.”  Tony stomped over and zipped the front of his friend’s suit.  

“You’re not zipped either!”  Jake protested, unzipping the suit his friend just closed.

“Yeah, but I’m the boss,” Tony reminded him.  “And, unlike you, I know what I’m doing.  There’s a reason you’re supposed to wear this stuff, man. Do you have any idea how many chemicals you’re around in this room?”    

“Thanks, dad,” Jake said, rolling his eyes at his burly friend.  

“Hey dude, you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to,” Tony shrugged.  He was letting Jake fill in temporarily since the other man was having a hard time finding work and he could always use the help. “You could always go back to school and get ANOTHER degree that won’t get you a job.”  

“Oh, fuck you,” Jake laughed, returning to the boxes he was stacking.  He and Tony had been friends through high school, but when they graduated Jake went to school while his beefy friend went straight to work.  Coming from an old-fashioned, hard working family, Tony had always given Jake a hard time about college.  As much as he hated to admit it now, Jake was starting to think Tony had a point.  

While he was off studying, his friend was working hard. Tony already had a couple warehouses and mechanic shops under his name, with more on the horizon. All Jake had was a piece of paper and a pile of debt. 

The differences were more than financial.  In high school you could have confused them for brothers, but the intervening years had pushed their appearances farther apart.  While Jake was still lean and cut from time spent at the gym, Tony was burly and rugged from the years of physical labor.  

“So what’re you doin’ tonight?”  Tony asked, changing the subject.

“Hopefully gettin’ laid.  It’s been a few days.”  Jake’s cock twitched at the thought.  His all-American looks and natural charm normally made meeting women an easy task, but his finances, or lack thereof, had kept him at home lately.  

“Same here dude, I’ve been working too much.”  Tony sighed.

“And it’s gotta be hard to find a girl into bestiality,”  

“Don’t be jealous ‘cause you haven’t hit puberty yet,” Tony said, stroking the forest of chest hair sticking out through his open jumpsuit.  “I’m sure it’ll happen sooner or lat... watch out!”  

“Wha…?”  Jake hadn’t noticed how high he’s stacked the last set of boxes, or how off balance they were.  Before he could move out of the way, the top box tumbled, raining bottles of green liquid.  He managed to duck and cover, but one of the bottles shattered on his arm, the glass slicing the back of his hand and splattering his chest and suit with the strange liquid.  “Jesus shit!” Jake yelled, the liquid running down his firm abs.  “What the fu…” he was cut off as Tony roughly shoved him across the shop, quickly positioning him under the emergency shower.  “Dude, what’s the big…hey!”  he yelled as ice cold water came cascading down.  He felt Tony’s big hands roughly pulling down his jumpsuit and briefs, leaving him naked under the spray.  “What’re you doing?!”

“Scrub that shit off!” Tony yelled at his stunned friend, but it was a moot point.  The viscous green liquid that had covered his torso was gone, along with the gash in his hand.  Despite the neon color and thickness of the strange substance there wasn’t a lingering stream in the bottom of the shower; it was as if the liquid had seeped into Jake’s skin. 

“Ho…ho…holy shit….” Jake stuttered, shivering naked in the open air as the shower shut off.  The only thing he still had on were his boots.  

“Are you alright?”  Tony looked his friend up and down for any chemical burns or injuries.  He thought he’d seen a cut on Jake’s hand but there didn’t appear to be one now. 

“Yeah…I’m fine,” Jake stammered, covering his ample package with his hands.  “What was that stuff?”

Tony shook his head. “I have no idea. I’ll have to dig out the manifest and see. It’s just being stored here. You’re sure you’re okay?  Do I need to take you to get checked out?”  Tony was leery.  Jake looked fine, but he had no idea what his friend had just been covered with. 

“No, dude, I’m fine.  Really…I can’t afford a trip to the ER right now anyway.”  Jake stepped out from under the dripping shower head, grateful that it was just the two of them in the shop that afternoon. “Can I, uh,  get a towel or something?”  

“Heh,” Tony laughed and crossed his thick arms over his chest.  Now that the crisis was over, the sight of his friend standing in nothing but his boots was suddenly amusing. “Look at the bright side…at least you’re not so hot anymore.”  He doubled over with laughter as his friend’s lean body went red with embarrassment. It was clear Jake wasn’t finding the situation nearly as amusing as he stood awkwardly in front of his friend.  “There’s extra jumpsuits in the office,” Tony eventually said, wiping tears from his eyes.  

“Finally seen enough?” Jake scampered towards the shop’s office, his perky ass dripping a trail of water as he went.  

“Don’t worry, I know that water was cold,” Tony called after him. “Look, just to be safe, why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off?”  Tony said, following Jake into the office after the other man had a chance to put something on.  “I’ll swing by and check on you after I close up.”

“Yeah?”  Jake slid into a new jumpsuit, the fabric clinging to his damp body.  “If you say so,” he smiled.  “Do I still get paid?” 

Tony couldn’t help but smile at his sopping friend. “Sure, but only if you don’t report this.”

“Works for me!” Jake grabbed his stuff and was out the door before his friend could change his mind, unaware of Tony’s lingering stare.

The burly man spent the rest of the afternoon trying to dig up information on the chemical that spilled. Tony found the original ship ticket, but nothing about what the chemical was or what it did. It came in on a government shipment a couple years earlier, but no one had reached out to them since.  Tony figured it was just bureaucracy and had forgotten all about it until now.   

As promised, he went straight to Jake’s house after work. He tried not to worry, but his uneasiness had been growing all afternoon.  He got a weird sensation in his stomach whenever he thought about his friend that felt like more than mere anxiety.  

“Jake?  You here?”  Tony yelled, letting himself in.   “How’re you fee…um, did you run into some trouble on laundry day or something?”  Tony laughed as Jake entered the room in tight, ill-fitting clothes.  His thinner friend usually wore a loose t-shirt and baggy jeans, but the clothes he had on were plastered to his toned body.  

“Um, I think that stuff might’ve, uh, done something after all,” Jake said hesitantly.

“What do you mean?” Tony asked, concern wiping away his smile.  

“These are my normal clothes. I just wore them yesterday and haven’t washed them yet.”  He motioned to the jeans that were bulging at the seams.  

“I don’t…” Tony started.  “Dude, didn’t I see enough of you today?” he moved to avert his eyes as Jake peeled off his t-shirt but stopped dead.  

“See?”  Jake dropped the shirt and flexed a chiseled torso that was clearly much larger and packed with more bulk than he’d had that morning.  His lean build had inflated, the defined muscles he already had growing thicker and more developed.  His arms were at least twice the size they had been, with round, firm biceps and solid triceps, and his formerly small, toned chest bulged prominently.  “It’s the same on the bottom half too,” he said, motioning again to his stuffed jeans.  His formerly small bubble now strained against the denim while his thighs threatened to burst free at any moment.  

“Dude…” Tony gasped.  He reached out and touched his friend’s smooth, muscular torso with disbelieving hands, too much in awe to notice that he’d become rock hard.  

“I don’t know what that stuff was, but this isn’t so bad!” Jake laughed, shifting uncomfortably in his tight jeans.  “I’m gonna have to get some new cloth…uh, you okay Tony?”  he asked, noting the glazed look on his friend’s face.  Tony’s probing hands lingered on his body, slowly working their way down from his inflated pecs to his washboard stomach.  “Uh…dude?  This is getting weirMMPHHH!”  

Jake was cut off as Tony unexpectedly leaned in and kissed him, roughly pinning him against the wall.  Jake fought against his friend’s oppressive lips, trying to fend off Tony’s probing tongue as it sought entrance to his mouth.  He could feel the other man’s hard cock dig into his thigh as Tony pumped his hips against His pinned frame.  

“What the fuck!?” Jake yelled, finally pushing his ravenous friend away.  He wiped his mouth, trying to rid the flavor of Tony’s tongue.  

“Jake…I don’t….I mean…I…” the big man stammered, mortified.  He flushed from head to toe but Jake could still clearly see the solid bulge in his jeans.  Before he could say anything, Tony turned and bolted, leaving him alone in the house.  

“…the fuck just happened?!” Jake asked the empty room. Noneof what just occurred made sense.  He’d been friends with Tony for nearly twenty years and knew for a fact that the beefy man was quite possibly the straightest guy on the planet, and yet he’d just tried to mount his best friend like he was the hottest girl he’d ever seen.  

It was too much for Jake to try and figure at the moment.  Coupled with the strange new changes to his body, he’d hit his limit for weirdness in one day.  He’d thought about going to the hospital, but after the bizarre encounter with Tony what he really needed was a hetero rebound. If the ladies thought he was hot before, Jake knew they’d be even more eager for him than ever.  He still had the same boyishly handsome face and full head of thick, chocolate hair, only now it sat on top of an impressive, athletic frame.  And he wasn’t sure if it was just a byproduct of his changing body, but he was hornier than he’d been in months. It was almost painful.  He needed to find a girl, fast.  

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“Well that was a waste of time…” Jake peeled his shirt off and threw it against the wall as he struggled out of his painted-on jeans and collapsed on his bed, frustratingly alone. The cock that had put on a couple inches and that he’d been so eager to try out throbbed in his tight red briefs, a reminder of his spectacular failure. 

He fished it out and gave a few, absent strokes, still marveling at how much larger it felt in his hand as the extra size made the seven inch pole stick out proudly from his closed fist. He couldn’t figure out where the night went wrong. 

After Tony left he’d dug out a pair of clothes that at least came close to fitting and made a bee line for his favorite bar.  There was always a surplus of willing girls, and in his current state Jake was planning on being back in his bed with an eager partner within the hour.  The reality of the situation ended up being much, much different.  

The first girl he’d approached wouldn’t so much as look at him.  He was as smooth and charming as ever, with his newly muscled arms and chest bursting out of his shirt, but she was clearly not interested.  Taking the hint, he’d moved on to a different girl, but, like the one before her, she wanted nothing to do with him.  Three bars and two hours later, a confused and defeated Jake was back home.  

The weirdest part, aside from being treated as repulsive by every girl he’d encountered, was the way guys acted around him.  All night long he caught guys staring at him, practically drooling.  

“Wait…” he abruptly stopped stroking and sat up.  “No way…that can’t be…” he muttered, finally putting the pieces together.  He’d seen it with Tony earlier that evening. Whatever was causing his body to change was also affecting how people acted around him.  

“That’s gotta be it,” he whispered, jumping off the bed.  He dressed as quickly as he could, stuffing his reluctantly softening beast away, and ran from the house to test his theory.  

Returning to the bar he’d started at, Jake scanned the bustling room for a test subject.  It couldn’t just be someone random; he needed to find a guy he knew was straight if this was going to work.  

It didn’t take him long to spot George, who was as much a fixture at the bar as the furniture, chatting up a girl in the corner.  The hulking man was in his forties and worked as an accountant by day, and a bodybuilder by night.  He and Jake had talked a few times when the pickings had been sparse, and the younger man knew the aging stud was as much of an eager pussyhound as himself. 

George had on his typical prowling getup, an outfit that made the ladies think he was more than a mid level office drone.  Jake hated to admit it, but it worked.  The tight sweater showed off George’s buff upper body and the tight khaki pants clung to all the right places.  With his gelled hair and expensive watch, the image was that of a successful executive, not a sleazy barfly trying to get laid.  

George was notorious among the local competition for swooping in and stealing their prospective conquests at the last minute.  He was just handsome enough, with his sharp features and dark hair, to pull it off. He’d done it to Jake more than once, and though Jake couldn’t stand him, at the moment George was exactly what he needed.

“Hey George, how’s it goin?” Jake asked, walking up and interrupting their conversation.  The girl took one look at Jake and walked away, a look of revulsion on her face.  

“Oh, come on man!  What the fuck was that?” George spun on his heel, pissed at having his game ruined.  “Whoa…you been workin’ out, Jake?”  His tone changed the second he laid eyes on the younger man. 

“Yeah, a little bit,” Jake lied, flexing his inflated pecs.

George’s eyes carved a hungry path up and down Jake’s body, his anger totally forgotten.  “You look great!”

Jake noted with a mix of satisfaction and dread that his theory was being confirmed.  George was assuming the pose he always took when he was trying to pick someone up, flexing his arms slightly and puffing out his gym-built chest.  

“So, uh, how’ve things been going?”  George ran a large hand over his short black hair nervously.  He seemed suddenly desperate to keep Jake’s attention.

“Pretty good,” Jake said, casually stretching to show off his new muscles.  Part of him was enjoying watching an arrogant stud like George stammer in his presence, but the other part of him was uncomfortable with where he knew this was heading.  They chatted about lifting for a few minutes before George seized on the opportunity. 

“Hey, you wanna come check out my workout setup?” The older man asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.  He was oblivious to the bulge that was painfully evident in his khaki pants.

“Uh…” Jake stalled, loving the sight of George squirming.  He wasn’t too eager to see this through to its inevitable conclusion but he still needed to get off, and in his mind George owed him for all the times he’d swept in and sent Jake home alone.  “Sure,” Jake said, smiling at the obvious relief on George’s face.  

“Great!  It’s only a few blocks…we can walk.”  George placed a lingering hand on Jake’s lower back to usher him towards the door, and on the walk Jake found the older man moving closer and closer.  “It’s a nice night out,” George said awkwardly, his broad shoulders brushing against Jake’s arm.

“It’s kinda chilly,” Jake lied.  He wasn’t cold, he wanted to see how far George would go.  

“You want my sweater?” George didn’t wait for a response before eagerly peeling the sweater off and handing it to Jake, exposing the form-fitting muscle shirt and overly-tanned skin underneath.  The young man wasn’t sure if it was just his pent up frustration or the chemicals at work, but there was something oddly appealing about the older man’s rippling, brawny body. 

“Oh, um, thanks,” Jake said, taking the sweater.  He pulled it on, expecting it to be way too big but surprised to find that it fit his expanded frame quite well.  The discovery made him pause. He knew he’d gotten bigger, but he hadn’t realized he’d grown to bodybuilder proportions. He thought back to how easily he’d shoved burly Tony away from him earlier and felt his cock throb. “But aren’t you going to be cold?”

“No, I’m fine, we’re almost there anyway,” George said, the cool night air causing goosebumps to form on his exposed flesh.  “It looks good on you, too.”  

“Thanks,” Jake laughed.  George had been taking every opportunity he could to compliment him on his appearance.  

“Well, here we are,” George said, leading the way up the driveway to his back door.  His hand found its way to Jake’s back once again, this time riding dangerously close to the younger man’s ass.  

“This is a nice place,” Jake said as he was ushered through the back door into the kitchen. 

“Th…Thanks….” George trailed off, the same glazed look in his eye Jake had seen earlier.  He stood inches from the younger man, his breath heavy.

“So where’s the gym?” Jake said after a moment, finally breaking the silence.

“Oh, it’s, uh, it’s back here,” George shook his head, coming to his senses slightly.  He led Jake through the sparsely furnished house to the spare bedroom, where an elaborate weight bench was set up.  

“This is nice,” Jake said, delaying the inevitable for as long as he could, both out of a desire to torment George and a lingering reluctance on his part.  “You look like you put it to good use.”  He squeezed one of George’s solid biceps as he said it, a shudder running through the other man.  There was a heavy pause as they locked eyes, and Jake knew he had him.  

The younger man’s grin was smug.  “Let me get a look at you.”  He untucked George’s muscle shirt and pulled it up the older man’s sculpted torso.  The confused stud raised his meaty arms obediently so Jake could pull the shirt free, his buff frame trembling.  Jake couldn’t believe that George was just standing there letting himself be undressed by another guy.  He danced his fingers across the top of the tight-fitting khakis.  “Is this what you want big guy?”  

“Ye...yes,” George swallowed hard, his heavy chest heaving in anticipation.  Jake undid the button and slowly unzipped George’s fly, the backs of his fingers pressing against the rigid bulge underneath.  He couldn’t help but laugh as the khakis slid down the other man’s wide thighs exposing a silky, leopard print thong.  George really was as sleazy as he seemed.  

“Nice underwear,” Jake mocked, examining the less than impressive tent.  The older man’s ample muscle was clearly compensation.  He peeled the thong down, and in the process touched another man’s erect cock for the first time in his life.  The thought didn’t fill him with the revulsion he’d expected.   “He’s a cute little guy,” Jake cooed, giving George’s barely five-inch member a slap.  “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here.” 

George just smiled and blushed awkwardly as Jake stepped back and took in the sight of the smooth, mature muscle man standing naked before him, his hard cock poking out between massive thighs.  Jake’s earlier concern about his present predicament was fading fast.  Girls may not be in to him, but guys were apparently putty in his hands.  He didn’t think of himself as gay, but whatever was changing his body made George seem more and more appealing.  

“I’ve known you for a while now George, and I never would have figured you for a queer,” Jake said, trying to hide his own lust for another man.  He wasn’t ready to accept this new part of himself yet.  Besides, he told himself, it wasn’t gay if he was the one doing the fucking.  

“I’m not!” George started defensively, interrupting Jake’s train of thought.  

“Only one of us is naked and hard in here,” Jake said, motioning to his still-clothed frame.  “It’s cool…there’s no judgment here.  I mean, I’d want these too,” he slowly lifted the sweater, teasing George with a view of his recently acquired, washboard abs.

“I just…I don’t know why…I…” the older man began as he kicked free of his pants and leapt forward, moving in for a kiss.

“Whoa!  Not so fast buddy,” Jake stopped George in his tracks, not ready to taste another guy for the second time in one day.  “I’ve got something else you can do with those lips.”  

Jake started to undo his belt and George quickly took the hint.  He dropped to his knees, roughly yanking down Jake’s tight jeans and hungrily gnawing on the younger man’s hard cock through his briefs.  Jake moaned despite himself, his knees buckling at the intensity of the sensation as George tugged the underwear down.  

The older man’s large hands massaged his still-growing ass while he licked and sucked furiously.  Jake ran his fingers through George’s short hair, trying to rationalize why the feel of a man’s stubble on the inside of his thighs turned him on so much.  Jake was used to soft skin and flowing hair, not broad shoulders and strong fingers.  His cock, however, didn’t seem to mind.  A steady stream was flowing freely into George’s mouth and Jake found with each passing second that he was getting more and more into the current scenario.  

“You’re…good at…this,” he moaned.  George worked his jaw harder in response, glowing at the compliment.  “But I was…really hoping to…get some…pussy….tonight,” he said, looking down at the older man expectantly.  George’s eyes widened briefly, but he finally pried his mouth away from Jake’s throbbing cock and gave his strong jaw a rest.  He didn’t need any further direction.  

Without a word he scrambled and bent himself over his weight bench, almost desperately offering up his formidable ass.  A quickly shrinking part of Jake prepared itself for the line he was about to cross, but the rest of him was filled with an uncontrollable lust as he positioned his lengthened cock against George’s waiting hole.  It looked like it had continued to thicken, and with a grunt from the older man, Jake pushed himself in, impressed at the tightness of George’s virgin ass.  

“Oh yeah…this is more like it,” he sighed, pumping in and out between the buff cheeks.  With each thrust, Jake felt like his cock had grown longer as well as thicker, and he loved the thought that his rigid pole dwarfed George’s little poker.  The older stud seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, grunting with pleasure and frantically pumping his own cock with a free hand.  “So is this…what you…did…to all those girls…you stole from me?”  Jake was hammering his hips violently against George’s firm backside hard enough to cause the other man’s plentiful muscle to shake and vibrate.  George could only moan in response, too overcome with pain and lust to say anything.  “Did…you put that…little cock…in their pussy?”  Jake ran his hands along the mature stud’s broad back tenderly.  “I don’t know, man….you seem to like taking it even better.  You like being a pussy George?”  he asked, increasing the intensity of his thrusts to the breaking point.  “This is what all those poor girls missed out on.  Doesn’t...seem fair...does it?  You like being my girl, Georgie?”

“Fu...fuck...fuck….fuuuuuuck yeeeeeeessssssssss!” George screamed, cumming into his pumping first.  Jake took his time to finish, pounding the older man’s hole for as long as he could.  After what had to seem like an eternity to the whimpering George, he came, blasting the older man’s sore ass full of warm, sticky liquid.  They both collapsed to the floor in a heap when he finally finished spurting.  

“George?” Jake wrapped his arms around the other man’s rock-hard frame, basking in the surprisingly intense afterglow of his first man-on-man experience.  

“Yeah?” George could only gaze longingly at the young man who held him, burying himself against the soft fabric of the expensive sweater that Jake still wore.

“This body of yours is great and all,” Jake’s fingers explored the outlines of George’s muscled abdomen.  “But I was thinking…you’d look hot with a gut.”  

“What?”  George laughed self-consciously.  

“Muscles are great on young guys, but you’re gettin’ up there.  I just think you’d look sexy with a big man’s belly.”  Jake wasn’t actually concerned with George’s appearance.  What he really wanted to see was whether or not the older hunk would go through with it.  

‘You want me to get fat?”  George looked alarmed.   

“Hey, you can do what you want,” Jake leaned over and finally planted a long, sensual kiss on George’s lips, surprised at how easily he found himself performing such an act.  “I was just sayin’ you’d look hot.”  He untangled himself from George and stood, pulling his pants up and leaving the bewildered stud on the floor.  

“Where are you…” George started, disappointment darkening his face.

“Sorry, I’m not stickin’ around.  Look me up if you decide to take my advice.  Or I’m sure I’ll see you around.”  With that, Jake was gone.  

Having a successful run with George was just a test.  Even before they’d left the bar, once he could see that it was working, Jake had already decided that his real interest was in Tony.