Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 20: Let Your Light Shine (Patreon)

“This stuff won’t come off!”  Chase scrubbed furiously at the glittering layer coating his smooth, chiseled pecs.  The prominent mounds seemed to sparkle even through the steam-shrouded light of the shower.  His whole body did.  Ever since the strange substance had washed over him and Matt while they’d been body-boarding earlier that afternoon, neither of them could get it to budge.  Their friend Vince thought it was hilarious when the two jocks scampered back to their rented cabin looking like they’d been dipped in body glitter from head to toe, but after frantic, futile scrubbing the pair was starting to worry.  

“It’s not coming off back here either,” Matt said as he dug the bar of soap between his friend’s shoulder blades, his own athletic frame sparkling like a disco ball as he tried to rid the glitter from the fit brunette’s back.   

“Fuck, man what is this shit?!”  Chase blushed, trying not to think about how they must look.  He wasn’t embarrassed at being in the small shower with his friend, they’d shared enough locker rooms over the years to have long since gotten over any modesty in that regard, but what he wasn’t used to was the sensation of the other man’s rough palms gliding over his naked body while sharing said shower.  It would have been awkward under any circumstances, and the constant shimmering only made it worse.  

Matt shook his head, his hands sliding down Chase’s tapering sides.  “It’s gotta be some kind of chemical, right?  Should we go to a hospital or something?  I’m starting to feel kinda weird.”  

“Weird how?” Chase asked, his stomach dropping.  His skin had started to tingle, but he didn’t know if it was from all the scrubbing or something else.  It wasn’t painful, just sensitive.  Matt’s hands on his hips sent an odd shiver through him, and he was extra aware of the dark-haired man’s body looming close behind his own.  More alarming, though, were the odd internal sensations.  He kept fighting an urge to take a step back and press against his friend.  Chase kept seeing flashes of himself and Matt locked in a passionate embrace, their joined frames shining like a star as they writhed together.  And it wasn’t just Matt he saw.  Chase’s head swam with memories of every naked man he’d ever seen in locker rooms over the years, the shiny layer vibrating against his skin as he recalled them in vivid, explicit detail.  No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t halt the intrusive thoughts, and Chase was starting to feel like the sparkling film had a mind of its own.  Matt said it was a chemical, but the way it clung to their skin felt more like a living organism.  It didn’t just coat their bodies, it held tight to their fit frames, working its way inside until Chase thought he’d bleed sparkles if he was cut.  There was a sensation of falling, like he was being pulled out to sea by a current that he was helpless to resist.  The addled jock shook his head and did his best to stay focused, blaming the confusing impulse on his growing anxiety.  

“I don’t know…kinda tingly?  It’s not bad or anything, it’s just…” Matt trailed off, unconsciously inching closer to his naked friend.  

“We’ve been scrubbing the fuck out of each other, man.  That’s probably not…helping…” Chase paused when Matt’s hands began to slide around from his hips to his abs, unable to hold back a gasp when the raven-haired hunk began stroking his firm stomach.  “Uh…what…what’re you doing…” he stammered.  His eyes went wide as he watched his shimmering cock begin to twitch at the exact moment he felt Matt’s solid rod poke against one of his perky cheeks.  

“Dude…you don’t feel that?” Matt asked, finally pulling Chase back against him as his hands slid up to clutch his friend’s tanned pecs.  “Holy shit, man, I don’t remember the last time I was this horny,” he groaned.  

Chase whimpered, his sensitive skin overloaded as he was pulled back against Matt’s sparkling, olive-hued frame.  “I…I mean…yeah…but what do you want me to do about it?  Think, man!  It’s gotta be this stuff making us feel like thiiiuuuhhhnn…” He broke off in a groan when Matt’s hand dropped and wrapped around his aching, sparkling pole.  The straight ladies man had never thought about fooling around with another guy, and he knew the same went for his friend, but that didn’t make the other man’s hand feel any less wonderful.  For several stunned moments all he could do was watch, his head swimming from the iridescent light show that was Matt’s fist pumping away on his glittering club.  He could feel his friend’s girthy member sliding up and down his lower back as Matt unconsciously pumped his hips, but instead of being disgusted, Chase found himself pressing harder against his friend.  He knew their behavior was wrong, but between the heightened sensitivity and the dazzling lights penetrating his skull, he couldn’t bring himself to care.  

“You feel incredible right now,” Matt moaned, his breath hot on Chase’s neck.  He let go of his friend’s cock, reaching up instead to begin kneading the other man’s precision-crafted pecs.  

“Fuuuuuck…so…so do you,” Chase whined.  He spun in Matt’s grip, their cocks batting together as they stared at each other with wide, dilated eyes.  They could see the tiny glints from their sparkling faces reflected in each other’s gaze, the dancing darts of illumination only adding to their lustful haze.  

They pawed drunkenly at each other before Chase grabbed both of their oozing rods and worked them in unison, their lantern-jawed, All-American faces looking like caricatures as they twisted in a glittering kaleidoscope of ecstasy.  With each gleaming shimmer, the brunette jock could feel new pathways being forged in his brain, bypassing his reluctance and embarrassment entirely.  The strange new desires ran rampant, their colorful, shifting display expanding his mind in ways Chase never thought possible.  He could tell by Matt’s growing smile that his friend was undergoing a similar internal metamorphosis, and by the time they came a few moments later the only thing on their mind was how long it would be until they could do it all over again.  

“What…what just happened…” Matt panted, pressing their foreheads together.  His soft lips brushed against Chase’s, his hands reaching around to rest on his friend’s solid bubble.  

“I have no idea,” Chase said, pausing to bite the other man’s lower lip.  The water was beginning to run cold against his back, but the last thing he wanted was to step away from the dark-haired stud.  “It’s this stuff, though…right?  I mean…I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop thinking about how hot you are right now.”  

“Same,” Matt nodded.  “Should we…we should still try and get this off, shouldn’t we?”  

Chase paused, his cock throbbing already as he looked at the glittering hunk in his arms.  “I don’t know…I kinda like the way it looks on you.”  

“This stuff must be affecting your brain if you think I’m going to fall for your charmer bullshit,” Matt laughed.  “I’m not some drunk chick at the bar.”  

Chase flexed his cheeks against his friend’s hands, a smug grin on his face.  “Then why are you…” 

“Yo!  The fuck are you two doing in there?  Did you get that shit off yet or not?”  Vince’s gruff bark from the hallway interrupted Chase’s flirting.  Both men froze, a bit of their former inhibitions surging back at the sudden reminder of their friend.  Matt reluctantly let go and stepped back just as the door swung open and the brawny jock lumbered in.  “Couldn’t get it to budge?”

“Nope,” Chase sighed, cranking the shower off.  He wicked the water from his sparkling hair, unintentionally giving Vince an unobstructed view of his glimmering muscle.  “I think we’re just going to have to hope it comes off on its own.”  

Vince folded his thick arms across his chest, a wide grin on his bulldog face.  “Look on the bright side…if it doesn’t, you could both get jobs as dancers.  You’d save a ton on body glitter.”  

“You’re the one with the tits for it,” Matt said, nodding at the slab of a chest spilling out from the sides of the other man’s tank-top.  Unlike his glittering friends’ tapering bodies, Vince had a wide, burly build.  He was shaped like a powerlifter, with broad shoulders and massive arms framing in his prominent muscle gut, while a set of plump cheeks and thick thighs filled out his lower half.  

“So what do we do now?  Do I have to walk around with you two sparkling all over the place?”  

Chase shrugged as he finished toweling off.  “I don’t know what else to do.  We both feel fine, so I don’t think a hospital could do much for us.”  

“You’ll just have to get used to being the plain one,” Matt said, noticing the way Vince’s eyes kept darting back and forth between them as they toweled off.  Freshly showered, their athletic bodies seemed to sparkle more brightly than ever, leaving them as a pair of athletic disco balls.  “Shouldn’t be hard though, right?” He patted Vince’s solid stomach as he stepped out of the shower and sauntered past, leaving the towel hung up to dry instead of wrapped around his tight waist.  

Chase followed his friend’s lead, equally aware of Vince’s staring.  The bigger man wasn’t just gawking at how they looked; he kept blinking, his expression growing more and more dazed as the sparkling rainbow reflected against his eyes.  Chase felt like he should cover up, but he couldn’t actually bring himself to.  His skin was still as sensitive as ever, and there was a growing impulse to let his twinkling beauty shine.  The thought of covering up felt almost criminal, despite the small voice in his head that kept trying to tell him otherwise.  Being seen in all their new glory felt important, though he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why.  

“Uh…are you two gonna put something on?”  Vince cleared his throat and shook his head when he caught himself staring at the naked pair as they casually strolled into the small living room of their rented cabin.  

Matt shot a quick glance in Chase’s direction before shrugging.  “Nah,” he said, looking down at himself and turning his glittering arms over in a patch of late afternoon sun that filtered in through the window.  As soon as it made contact, the light turned his normally olive-hued skin into a seemingly infinite array of colored flashes.  “This is actually kinda cool.”  Matt grinned and stepped fully into the light, turning in a slow circle as his iridescent muscle flexed and swayed.  

“Fuck, dude, look at us,” Chase laughed, joining his dark-haired friend in the radiant display.  Like Matt, as soon as he stepped into the light his skin went from a golden tan to an explosion of shifting color.  In reality the effect was more subtle than it seemed, appearing as nothing more than a thick coating of body glitter, but to Vince’s eyes the naked jocks might as well have been made of pure light as they turned and moved in the patch of sun.  

“You…you guys are being weird,” the brawny man stammered, trying, and failing, to pull his eyes away.  

“Doesn’t feel weird to us, dude,” Chase said, draping an arm over his friend’s bare shoulders.  

“Yeah man, you’re the one making it awkward,” Matt nodded.  “Majority rules, bro.  You should join us, not the other way around.”  

Vince scoffed, his rugged fists tensing and relaxing reflexively as he looked back and forth between the grinning pair, his face turning a deep shade of red beneath his buzzed scalp.  He opened and closed his mouth several times without actually saying anything before finally shaking his head and shrugging.  “I mean, if that’s what you two really want.”  Vince gave his friends a confused, bashful smile before peeling out of the tank-top, the act of baring his brawny torso seeming to bolster his confidence.  The beefy jock didn’t display the slightest bit of hesitation as he tossed the discarded shirt aside and dropped his shorts and boxers in one motion.  His thick, stout cock and heavy balls swung when he kicked the shorts free, leaving his burly frame as exposed as his friends.  Unlike the sparkling, sculpted duo, Vince’s pale frame was covered in a light dusting of wiry, chestnut hair that only added to his imposingly masculine appearance.  “Is this better?” he asked, spreading his meaty arms and turning in a slow circle.  Though his tone was joking, Vince’s serious expression betrayed the growing urge to please welling up in his muscled gut.  

“You tell us,” Chase said, his eyes traveling up and down the thick hunk’s exposed frame.  

Matt leaned into his friend’s embrace, his own arm wrapping around the brunette’s tight waist as he checked Vince out with equal intensity.  “Yeah, man, isn’t this more comfortable?”  

Vince blinked, struggling to piece together what he was seeing.  He was well aware that something odd was happening, that the three of them shouldn’t be standing around naked, and that the other two definitely shouldn’t be looking at him like that.  He knew he shouldn’t have so eagerly stripped down at the slightest suggestion, but at the same time, the importance of his friends’ desires was quickly outpacing his own.  For whatever reason, Matt and Chase came first, their needs vastly outweighing whatever embarrassment or awkwardness he experienced.  He felt like he should say no, that he’d prefer to at least have his shorts on, but instead he just smiled and nodded.  “Uh, yeah, it’s great!”  

“Glad you agree!  Not surprising, really.  You know how much you hate wearing anything,” Matt said, the words flowing on instinct.  Whatever guiding force they’d felt in the shower was still whispering in his ear, pushing him onward.  

“Seriously, dude, why would you even want to?  You worked hard for all that muscle…you know how much fun you have showing it off.”  Chase jumped in where Matt left off, following the path laid out by the unseen presence.  

Vince nodded slowly, a hand absently drifting up his solid stomach and across his slab of a chest as he began subtly flexing both.  His dazed expression gradually turned into a grin, then a smug smile, his display becoming more overt.  He broke into a series of poses, his whole body inflating as he showed off each and every one of his bulky, hard-earned muscles.  It wasn’t until he turned back around after giving his friend’s a view of his ample, flexing cheeks and saw their glittering rods pointing in his direction that he paused.  “Uh…did that just get you guys hard?”  

“Of course it did, stud,” Matt laughed, oblivious to the voice in his head that told him it shouldn’t have.  Even if he’d heard it, the dark-haired jock was being driven by his shiny new impulses, not his former inhibitions.  “Why’re you looking at us like that?  You know how much you love cock.”  

“What?” Vince laughed, his expression growing even more confused.  “No I…I…don’t…do…do I…” he stammered, a fluttering erupting in his stomach.  Accompanied by a sharp gasp, the stunned bruiser’s cock suddenly rocketed to life as he started clenching his fists again, licking his lips and shifting his weight from one meaty leg to the other.  Despite never having had a gay thought in his life, in an instant the only thing that mattered were his friends’ bobbing, glittering cocks.  The iridescent twinkles seemed to carry the words directly to the core of his being, stepping over the normal roadblocks of embarrassment or modesty as his desires became one with the shimmering duo.  Without fully knowing why, Vince wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around them.  He wanted to drop to his knees and swallow them to their base, or better yet, prop himself up on all fours while one of them filled his achingly empty hole and the other jammed against the back of his throat.  He wanted to rub every inch of himself against them, and to feel their sticky fluid coating him from head to toe.  “…I sure do,” he finally said, his meaty fist closing around his own fat log.  “Do you guys want me to take care of those for you,” he asked, knowing, but unable to acknowledge, how wrong the words sounded.  Just like when he’d stripped down, and when he’d started flexing, Vince felt like he shouldn’t be jerking himself off in front of his friends, but at the same time it all seemed overwhelmingly natural.  

Chase and Matt exchanged another smile, both wanting to test the boundaries of their growing persuasion.  “Not so fast…I like what you said earlier about dancing,” Chase grinned.  He walked over and grabbed Vince’s prominent pecs, giving the hefty mounds a rough squeeze and batting their cocks together.  “You do have the tits for it.”  

“Totally,” Matt said, his athletic frame a shifting rainbow of color as he stepped forward and began rubbing the stout man’s muscled gut with one hand while gripping a meaty cheek with the other.  “Especially with this ass.  It’s no wonder you want to give every guy you meet a lap dance.”  

Chase nodded, feeling Vince’s broad frame trembling in their grip.  “Dancing, cock and lifting…you’re a simple man.  You don’t need anything else, do you,” the brunette purred.  

Vince shook his head slowly.  The addled hulk felt like he could erupt at any minute.  Up close, Chase and Matt were more overwhelming than ever, their shiny frames leaving him dizzy and disoriented.  Vince couldn’t believe he was agreeing with Chase, but almost as soon as his friend stopped talking, his hips started swaying.  

Even at his most drunk, the brawny man was never much for dancing.  He didn’t have anything resembling rhythm, and only if he was sure it would get him laid would the bulky man ever set foot on a dance floor.  Now, it was as if he couldn’t stand still.  Though there was no music, Vince began popping his hips and swiveling his waist.  He rolled his shoulders and swung his arms, a growing smile spreading across his face as he twerked and gyrated.  He writhed in front of his friends, a wave of contentment washing over him while his purpose grew clear.  All of the things he used to think were so important, like school, and work, and clothes, and girls, and sports, all faded away until he was left with nothing but three overriding impulses: to dance, to seek out as much cock as possible, and to hit the gym.  Ideally, all at the same time.  Beyond that, he didn’t need anything else.  

Chase and Matt smiled at each other when Vince shoved them down on the small couch and began grinding against their laps. The big man seemed happier than they’d ever seen him, sharing in their own growing joy.  It was becoming clear that what had seemed like a curse was actually anything but.  Their distinctive new appearance wasn’t something to be ashamed of or hidden; it needed to be shared.  Just like they’d done for Vince, they could bring so much clarity and purpose to a chaotic world.  

Their friend was just the first.  Soon, they’d let their radiance shine everywhere.