I Heard About the Halloween Party (Patreon)

Adam groaned and blinked against the ray of sunlight spilling onto his face from an annoying gap in his bedroom curtains.  He already felt dizzy, and he hadn’t even lifted his head from the pillow.  “Goddamn…” he groaned.  “What the fuck did I do last night?”  

The young man’s memories of his office Halloween party were a hazy blur at best.  He remembered showing up in his skin-tight Spider-Man costume, loving the arrogant thrill he felt at showing off his trim, athletic build to the rest of his middle-aged coworkers.  The lean brunette’s regular wardrobe of tight dress shirts and fitted chinos already gave everyone an idea of his muscular build, but the clinging spandex that highlighted his impressive bulge and round, solid bubble confirmed everyone suspicions.  He couldn’t remember if he’d been able to impress Liz from Finance the way he’d hoped, but as he rolled over in bed and discovered a strange young man slumbering next to him, he suddenly doubted it.  

Adam started and froze at the unexpected sight of the dark-haired hunk, his brain slow in recognizing him as his boss’s son, Bryan.  They’d met a few times in passing, but Adam had no idea how Mr. Mueller’s son could possibly have wound up at his house.  They were both in their early twenties and were on friendly terms, usually making small talk about their workout routines or sports whenever they saw each other, but they certainly didn’t hang out.  With his perfectly styled hair and perfectly fitted clothes, Adam had always viewed Bryan as a bit of a pretty boy.  He already had to sit through his boss going on about how much of a lady killer his son was, or how smart he was, or how the younger guys on the team, meaning Adam, needed to be more like him.  The startled young man frantically searched his foggy memories, but couldn’t remember a single thing after arriving at the party.  He reached for his phone on the nightstand in the hopes that it would contain some kind of clue, turning a deep shade of red as he moved and realized he was naked under the covers.  

Adam nearly dropped his phone, his heart pounding, when he saw the messages that waited for him.  The first was from his friend Todd, and simply read, “Dude, I heard you got wasted last night.”  That message wasn’t out of the ordinary, and it would at least explain his hazy memories and his sensation of having been run over by a truck.  It was the next message, from his friend Jason, that slapped him in the face.  “Yeah, I heard you hooked up with Mueller’s kid last night LOL.  I heard you two were all over each other at the party.”  

It didn’t make any sense.  Adam was as straight as they came, and as far as he knew so was Bryan.  He’d also been blackout drunk before and never crossed the line with another guy, so the sudden clarity of memories, of himself pawing at Bryan’s firm abs and making out with the other man in front of everyone, was jarring.  Even more jarring was the abrupt recollection of what they’d done once they got back to Adam’s house, and the way it made his cock throb.  “Oh...oh fuck…” Adam stammered, his stomach now fluttering as he turned and looked at the slumbering stud next to him.  

“Mmmhhmm...again?”  Bryan stirred and grinned sleepily, rolling over and throwing an arm and a leg around Adam.   He pressed his face against the other man’s, nibbling at Adam’s ear while he stroked a hand over his confused bedmate’s muscled chest.  

Adam gasped and squirmed as their solid cocks ground together and Bryan’s soft lips against his ear sent a shudder through him.  He felt like he should pull away, or at least want to, but instead he leaned into the embrace as his new friend’s mouth slid over from his ear to plant a long kiss.  “He...hey,” he stammered when Bryan finally pulled his mouth away.  

“Good morning,” the dark haired man said, flashing an arrogant smile down at Adam.  “So last night was pretty...fun...wait…did we?  Why did we…?” 

Adam watched the cloud of confusion pass over Bryan’s chiseled features as the other man remained draped across him.  His own hand was still glued to Bryan’s firm bottom, their cocks still wedged together, even though neither of them knew why.  “I, uh, think so?  I don’t really remember much.  Do you?”  

Bryan shook his head.  “No...it’s all fuzzy.  I remember getting to the party, and we…” he trailed off, his olive skin turning bright red.  “Shit!  What the hell did we...I mean why did we...I’m not gay!”

“Neither am I!” Adam shot back defensively.  

Bryan let out a short laugh and flexed against the other man’s groping hand.  “Then why are you grabbing my ass right now?”  

“I don’t know!  Why the fuck were you just making out with me?”  Adam’s confusion at the rush of disappointment he felt when Bryan finally rolled over and hopped out of bed was matched by the surge of lust that shot through him as he looked at the other man’s bare, sculpted body.  He’d seen plenty of naked men in locker rooms over the years, but none of them had ever made him feel like this.  Just looking at Bryan’s broad shoulders, precision pecs, washboard abs, and firm, thick quads was enough to make him groan, his hands yearning to wrap themselves once more around the other man’s squat, wide cock.

“Okay...okay...we can figure this out…” Bryan muttered, shaking his head and pacing back and forth.  “Fuck!  I’m gonna be in so much trouble once word gets out.  You’re one of my dad’s employees for fuck’s sake.  I’m not supposed to mess around with...” he let the sentence hang as he looked down at the exposed, rigid pole wagging back and forth as he walked in anxious circles.  “I should probably put something on.  Do you, uh, know where my clothes are?”  

Adam shrugged and shook his head.  “I don’t even know how we got here.  They’re probably in…” he was interrupted by a beep from his phone as another text came through.  It was from Todd again, this time commenting on Bryan’s costume.  

“I heard he came dressed as that Goku guy from Dragon Ball.  Dude’s definitely jacked enough to pull that off,” the message read.  

“Guh!”  Bryan’s loud gasp pulled Adam’s attention away from the phone, and he looked up just as the other man’s athletic frame began to inflate.  The dark-haired stud seemed frozen in place as his shoulders rounded and expanded outwards, a wave of granite muscle flowing down his widening arms while his waist drew inwards.  Already shredded, his washboard abs went from a six-pack to a ten-pack beneath a set of pecs that had become almost exaggeratedly large and round, leaving his torso with a prominent taper before his body exploded outwards again at his powerful legs.  His ass had nearly doubled in size and had become as rock-solid as the rest of his striated, body-builder new frame.  There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat anywhere on the vascular adonis, with each of his pumped, inflated muscles standing on proud display.  “What...what just happened…” he stammered, wide-eyed, as he pawed at his altered body.  

Despite his shock, Adam’s mouth watered as he stared at the jacked, naked stud.  Bryan had been fit before, but now he was almost impossibly proportioned, with arms nearly as big as his waist and a jutting shelf of a chest.  “It’s...it’s these texts…” he stuttered when he finally managed to find his voice again.  “I just got one that said you had a body like the dude from Dragon Ball and then that...happened…” he said, scrambling out of bed and resting a hand against Bryan’s bulging pecs.  The two young studs had been roughly the same size moments before, but now the other man made Adam feel small in a confusingly arousing way.  

“But how does that even...that’s not possible!  I’m huge!  People don’t just…” 

Bryan’s flustered denial was cut off by another beep, and the inflated stud went pale as Adam read the message from Jason aloud.  “Yeah, and I hear the blonde suits him since he’s such an airhead,” Adam said, his eyes going wide at the streaks of golden blonde weaving their way through Bryan’s thick, raven mane until there wasn’t a single strand of darkness left.  His cock oozed as he watched the newly-flaxen muscleman paw at his lightened hair, Bryan’s inflated arms flexing to the size of Adam’s head.   

“Whooaaaa, that’s, like, wild,” the now-blonde man laughed.  “But dude, I’m toooootally not...like...an airhead…” Bryan trailed off and rubbed at his widened neck, swaying on his feet.  “Ummm...babe?  Why am I, like, talkin’ so funny?”  

Adam opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, too shocked to know what to say.  Bryan sprouting from a smart, dark-haired jock to a jacked, blonde bimbo was more than he could process.  It wasn’t just the way his friend spoke that had changed.  Bryan’s shrewd, panicked eyes seemed to soften, and his tense expression was now relaxed, with a slight, dull grin on his lantern-jawed face.  He watched Adam turn around to keep examining his new reflection, posing and flexing and seeming to forget the immediate concern regarding his altered speech.  

“This is sooooooo crazy,” he laughed, turning to look over his shoulder at his inflated rear.  “My ass is, like, totally killer.”  He palmed each of the granite mounds, his drunken smile fading.  “Wait...were we just talking about something?”  

Adam swallowed hard and nodded, lifting his phone to read the next message as it came through.  This was from his coworker Maria, reading, “Yeah, he’s super hot, but I heard he can be kind of dominant and possessive.”  

Bryan rolled his eyes and shrugged his new cannonball shoulders.  “Um, hello, it’s not, like, my fault I don’t want people taking what’s mine,” he said, stepping forward and swallowing Adam in a meaty embrace.  “Those other boys can look all they want,” he purred, Adam’s perky bubble feeling small beneath his large, rough hands, “but this, like, belongs to me.”  

The lean brunette was grateful for Bryan’s thick arms wrapping around him when his knees suddenly went weak.  His earlier sensation of feeling small next to the ripped beefcake was magnified as the other man’s ditzy personality washed over him like a wave.  He usually thought of himself as fairly confident but, wrapped in those warm pistons, all Adam wanted was to do whatever Bryan told him.  He shivered when the other man reached up and stroked his head like a dog being pet.  “I totally get it, babe.  You’re like, stuuuuupid hot.  It’s why I make you wear those cute little briefs.  I just don’t wanna share.”  

Adam blushed, feeling both bashful from Bryan’s compliment and embarrassed at the new memories of himself parading around the house in small, bright briefs.  He was, or should have been, a boxers guy, but Adam knew that if he opened his dresser drawer all he’d find would be a collection of skimpy, revealing new underwear.  

The loud series of beeps jarred Adam out of the contented haze that had fallen over him in Bryan’s giant arms.  “Looks like a text from Gwen and a text from James,” he said, having to force his eyes from the other man’s inflated rear as he looked over a broad shoulder at the phone in his hand.  “Gwen said ‘make’s sense he’d be so possessive.  I heard his old man is ridiculously hung, and you know how those kinda guys are.  Heard it runs in the family, too.”  Adam felt Bryan tense as he kept reading.  “And...and James said he, uh, heard a rumor that because you’re so big you have to power bottom since no one can ta...take you…” Adam said, stammering when he felt Bryan’s cock begin to snake its way up his stomach as it wedged between them.  “Jesus!” he gasped when he pulled away and looked down at the wide, foot-long beast that had replaced the other man’s formerly average equipment.  He remembered swallowing nearly all of Bryan’s squat cock the night before, but now, looking at the bulbous, fist-sized head, he’d be lucky if he could wrap a hand all the way around the throbbing club.  

“I…” Bryan started, a conflicted look passing over his face, “like, don’t remember you ever complaining,” he finished with a bashful smile.  Before Adam could respond he was pushed roughly down onto the edge of the bed, Bryan’s winking monster hovering inches from his face.  “It’s not tooooo big, is it?” the chiseled blonde asked with mock innocence as he batted the oversized organ against the other man’s face.  

Adam had a hand around it, his tongue running along the underside on instinct, before he even realized what he was doing.  There was still a part of him that felt like he should want to pull way, but that idea became increasingly ridiculous as he felt the jacked stud shiver and squirm in his grip.  The thought that he was pleasing a man so gorgeous and perfect as Bryan filled him with a sense of purpose so clear and rewarding that it felt like a religious calling.  What did the voice in his head telling him that he shouldn’t be eagerly tongue-bathing another man’s balls matter compared to Bryan’s lustful whimpers?  Why would he ever care about something so trivial as whether he was really straight or not when there was a blonde muscle-god eagerly waiting for him?  Adam started to reach down to pump on his own aching cock but his arm was stopped before arriving at its destination.  

“Uh-uh,” Bryan said, wagging a stern finger.  “Like, you know the rules, babe.  I’LL take care of that,” he purred, pushing Adam flat against the bed and climbing on top with the lean man straddled between his powerful thighs.  “OOOOOHHHHHhhhhhhh yeeaaaaahhhhh…..” Bryan moaned and pursed his lips as he lowered his ample globes, swallowing Adam’s aching cock in a vacuum seal.  The prone jock could only gasp and stare as his friend gazed arrogantly down at him and began rolling his hips, his massive cock slapping loudly against Adam’s torso. 

“Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk….” Adam groaned, clutching at the sheets  What began as a gentle rolling quickly turned, the bed creaking and slamming against the wall as the brawny blonde bounced and bucked and writhed in a flurry of flexing, muscled motion.  Bryan worked his curvy, luscious cheeks like an extra set of hands, and while Adam may have been the one inside, there was no question as to who was really fucking who.  Watching him in action as he stroked the gargantuan club resting on his stomach, the thought that Bryan ever could have been merely athletic like himself, or a straight lady’s man, suddenly seemed more impossible to Adam than his lover’s body being altered in the first place.  There was a final vision of a fit, dark-haired young man in the blonde Hercules’ place before it was washed away in a sticky, pulsing torrent from Bryan’s spurting geyser.  The sensation of the warm rain landing all over his chest and face, seeping into his mouth, pushed Adam over the edge.  “HHHNNNNggguuuuuuhhhh!” he bellowed, catching load after load in his grunting, open mouth.  

Above, Bryan slowed his rolling hips to a gentle rocking and gave a long, satisfied sigh, running his hands slowly along Adam’s sides.  “Like, you know what I heard?  I heard you’re fuckin’ adorable when you scream like that,” he laughed, bending down to plant a long kiss on Adam’s cum-covered lips.  

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“Holy...holy shit…” 

Across town, Trent Mueller smiled and climbed off the stunned young stud’s lap.  The older man had been shocked and horrified when his cock suddenly inflated and a naked stranger half his age came sauntering into his bedroom.  He remembered being at his company’s Halloween party, but then nothing.  His confusion only grew when the handsome young man climbed into his bed and he quickly found himself impaled on a long, thick cock for the first time.  Now that fear seemed like a lifetime ago.  Of course he didn’t need to feel embarrassed standing with his rugged body and massive cock on display.  After all, that’s what the young punk was here for.  Let him look at what a real man was for a change.  When he’d picked him up at the bar, Trent could just see it in the pretty boy’s face, the thought that he was going to turn the old man out and be the one to show him a good time.  Trent was used to it, especially with the younger crowd, and he loved proving that just because someone bottoms, it doesn’t mean they aren’t in control.  “I might be a little older, but there’s something to be said for experience,” Trent said with a smug grin.

“There...there sure is,” the young man panted, still winded from the vigorous workout the older man had just given his cock.  Trent just laughed and tousled the addled man’s short, brown hair.  He didn’t even remember the kid’s name, but he seemed to be about his son’s age, though nowhere near as built or as hung as his overly muscled offspring.  

Trent still felt a stab of disappointment whenever he thought about his flighty, airhead of a son.  He’d hoped to be able to pass the business on, but Bryan could barely focus on anything other than working out for more than a few minutes at a time.  He was lucky to have met Adam, though having passed on the family curse to his son, Trent knew Adam was just as lucky to have met Bryan.  

The older man ran a hand through his dark, salt-and-pepper hair and swung his own softening curse in his young new friend’s direction.  “Ready for another lesson?”