A Small Show (vignette) (Patreon)

“I can’t believe you really do this shit, dude.”  Alex said, pacing behind Logan.  He was too nervous to sit still, and as he looked at the monitor behind his seated friend, his heart started racing at the thought of what they were about to do.  It was an unaccustomed sensation for the handsome young man, but considering the unusual circumstances he didn’t judge himself too harshly.

“With a dick like yours I can’t believe you don’t,” Logan laughed, loving how his normally smug friend squirmed.  The grinning, sandy-haired man was considerably more at ease than the anxious brunette as he reached out and squeezed Alex’s bulge through his mesh shorts.  “That thing would make you a killing on here.”

“Dude, come on.  This is weird enough,” Alex grumbled, pulling out of Logan’s grip.  “You said there’s no touching, right?”

The seated man rolled his eyes and nodded.  “Bro, I told you.  We make the rules.  If you don’t want to touch, then we don’t touch.  I’m telling you right now that we’ll make more if we do, but if you’re too scared…”

“Fuck you, man, I’m not scared,” Alex spat.  “I just don’t want another guy touching my junk is all.”

Logan leaned back in the chair, a muscled arm flexing as he shifted his weight to the side and shook his head, giving Alex a dubious look.  “You literally tea bagged me in the locker room yesterday.”

“That’s totally different!  That’s just messing around.  This is…”

“Messing around that gets us paid,” Logan interrupted.  “Fuck, dude, you’ll swing that dick and put on a free show at the gym, but you turn into a pussy when someone wants to pay you for it?  Just relax.  You’re cute when you’re nervous, but don’t go overboard with it.”  He hopped up from the chair and put his hands on Alex’s broad shoulders, locking eyes with the other man.  “You said you needed the cash, and this guy’s been on my case about bringing a friend over.  You’re about to make a couple hundred bucks, at least, in less than an hour, and all you have to do is get naked and show that log of yours.  It’s what you do best.”

The dark-haired man took a deep breath, blushing slightly under his friend’s intense gaze.  “And that’s all?”

“For the hundredth time, yes,” Logan sighed.  “I mean, you have to put on a little show…some flexing and posing and whatever…but that’s it.  If you want to do more, great, if not, just pretend you’re at the gym.  I mean, fuck, dude, we look good.  Nothing wrong with making some money off that.”

Alex couldn’t argue there.  After years of athletics all through high school and college, followed by a steady CrossFit routine since graduating, the two young jocks were well aware of their above average appearance.  They were still notorious around town for just how many beds they’d hopped in and out of, and neither of the smug ladies men had ever once had to actually try to land a hook up.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat between either of their sculpted frames, only lean, shredded muscle.  The strapping pair were equally broad-shouldered, with prominent pecs and powerful arms, and they constantly competed to see who could maintain the better set of abs.  It was a stalemate at the moment, leaving the dual hunks evenly matched with their tapering, precision builds.  Even their lantern-jawed, boy-next-door faces were similar.  The only major difference between the pair was the light coating of wiry hair that coated Logan’s torso, and the long, thick hoses that dangled between Alex’s sturdy thighs.  While Logan sported a wide, six-inch rod, the brunette jock topped out at just over ten, a size discrepancy he never let his smaller friend forget about.

“When you say ‘do more’, what exactly are we talking about,” Alex asked, still hesitant.

Logan shrugged.  “You know…get hard, jerk it, shake your ass…whatever it seems like they’re into.”  He laughed and tousled the other man’s hair when his friend’s face went a brighter shade of red.  “You HAVE gotten uptight in your old age, haven’t you?  How many times did we jerk off together when we shared a dorm?  You hit twenty four and suddenly you’re too good for your buddy?”

“If it was just us I wouldn’t give a shit you weirdo,” Alex said, grinning despite himself.  “But doing it while some freaky gay dude on the internet watches?  I don’t know…that’s just gross.”

“Is it gross when you’re a freaky straight dude watching girls do the same thing,” Logan asked.  He pursed his lips, groping his bulging pecs through his t-shirt in a parody of the girls his friend liked to watch.

“That’s…that’s not the same,” Alex stammered.

Logan reached up and patted the side of his friend’s face.  “Yeah, the difference is this time WE’RE getting paid.  Look, the guy’s going to be logging on any minute, so try to be cool.  And trust me, okay?  If you start freaking out, just think about the money.”

“Fine.  But no one hears about this.  Ever.”  Alex emphasized the last word with a glare.

“Don’t worry,” Logan said, dropping back into his chair.  He motioned for Alex to take a seat in the one next to him as he brought up the site.  “The only reason you know I do this is because I told you.  No one’s going to find out.  Now get your shit together.  I’m turning the camera on.”

The green light next to the small lens blinked to life before Alex could protest further.  The dark-haired hunk took a deep breath and tried to look casual as the empty window on the screen flashed momentarily before revealing a nondescript, middle-aged man.  Alex had been expecting a greasy, lecherous creep, not someone who he’d pass on the street without giving a second thought.  From their shoulders-up vantage point, the man appeared to be slightly built, with small shoulders pressing against his bright blue polo and sharp features beneath his wire-rimmed glasses.  He had a balding scalp, but it worked for the man as it accentuated his prominent cheekbones and distinguished nose.

“Hank!  How ya doin’, buddy,” Logan said, his tone cheerful as his charming smile beamed at the camera.

“Logan.  Always a pleasure,” Hank said, cocking his head with a slight grin as he looked at Alex.  “I see you brought a friend.”

“I told you I would, bro,” Logan said, laying his dude-bro attitude on extra thick.  Alex tensed when the other man threw an arm over his shoulder and pulled him close, reaching down to heft one of his meaty pecs through his shirt in the process.  “This is Alex.”

“Hey man,” Alex said, doing his best to mirror Logan’s easy grin and frat boy vibe.  He dropped his voice an octave in an attempt to sound more confident, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Wait’ll you get a look at this piece’a work,” Logan laughed as he reached over and lifted the bottom of Alex’s shirt to expose his friend’s washboard.  “What’d I tell ya?  Only the best for my best customer.”

“You weren’t kidding,” Hank said with an appreciative whistle.  “Why don’t you help him out of that shirt and let me see more?”

Alex’s heart was a jackhammer in his chest, but he tried not to look like a deer in headlights when Logan hopped up and walked around behind his chair.  He wasn’t used to being so blatantly treated like a piece of meat, and he was confused by the unexpected thrill it brought him.  He raised his arms when Logan tapped him on the shoulder, shivering reflexively at the sensation of his friend’s hands slowly sliding up his chiseled torso.

“He’s clearly into you, man.  Just go with it,” Logan quickly whispered to Alex while the raised shirt obscured him from the camera.  Before his friend could respond he tossed it aside, a loud slap ringing through the room when his hands landed heavily on the shirtless brunette’s bare chest.  “See?  Look at this shit.  One hundred percent jock meat right here.”  Logan sounded like a used car salesman as he kneaded Alex’s pecs, looming over the other man from behind.

The embarrassed brunette couldn’t stop himself from blushing at the way Logan pawed at him and talked about him like he wasn’t there.  He’d almost started laughing at the “jock meat” comment, but he was too caught off guard.  He watched Hank raise an eyebrow, but otherwise the man’s poker face remained intact.

“Has anyone told you you’re cute when you blush, Alex,” Hank asked.

“Nah, but I gotta be honest…I’m not really used to blushing,” the shirtless jock said, trying to sound smug.  He flexed his pecs on instinct as he spoke, immediately regretting it when Hank’s eyes lit up.

“More of that, please,” the older man purred.

Alex froze, his embarrassment momentarily getting the better of him until Logan gave his nipples a painful squeeze.  His friend’s hands still glued to his chest, he broke into a double bicep pose, his sculpted arms inflating as they tensed.  This was already more physical contact than he’d wanted, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d expected.  Seeing the obvious hunger in Hank’s eyes fueled his ego in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed the feeling of Logan’s rough hands on him as he flexed.  Alex had never done anything like it, and he could feel his nerves turning to excitement.  He folded his arms behind his head and flexed his abs, leaning back to smile up at Logan.

“Let me see the two of you together,” Hank said, his flat tone a contrast to the bright, hungry fire in his eyes.

Alex let Logan pull the chair back, giving Hank one more look at his flexing abs before he stood.  At his friend’s nod, he grabbed Logan’s shirt, his hands running up the other man’s tapering sides as he lifted it free.  The two bare-chested studs grinned at each other for a moment before turning back to face the camera, and this time it was Alex who threw an arm around Logan’s shoulder.  He reached over and ran the back of his hand down the hairy trail that spilled from his friend’s pecs, letting it drift down the middle of Logan’s abs before coming to a stop at the elastic waist of the other man’s shorts.

“By all means, keep going,” Hank laughed.

Logan nodded when Alex froze again, subtly guiding his friend’s fingers into the shorts.  The brunette stud pulled them down slowly, trying to avoid Logan’s plump bulge as he exposed the other man’s small red briefs.  The sandy-haired jock posed the whole time, flexing and grinning for the camera.  When the shorts reached his ankles he stepped free and did a slow turn, stopping to flex his solid bubble.  He flashed Alex an encouraging grin when his friend reached down and gave it a rough slap and a squeeze.

“It looks like someone is finally starting to relax,” Hank chuckled.

“Ass like that…can’t help myself,” Alex grinned as Logan gave his cheeks a shake before turning back around.

“And how does yours compare?”  Before Alex could respond, Logan spun him around and grabbed the back of his shorts, tugging them down in one quick motion.  He was glad to be facing away from the camera when his eyes went wide as Logan pulled the back of his grey boxer briefs down without warning, exposing his meaty cheeks.  He was tempted to reach over and do the same when his friend turned around and stood next to him, but Logan saved him the effort, pushing the back of the briefs down on his own before flexing his arms behind his head again.  Alex followed suit, trying not to think about what they were doing.  If he stopped to dwell on the fact that they’d bared their asses and were flexing for a stranger, he didn’t know if he could keep going.

“So who’s the winner,” Logan asked, casting a seductive glance over his broad shoulder at the monitor while he flexed each meaty cheek.

“Me, clearly,” Hank whistled.

“You haven’t even seen the best part.”  Alex knew what was coming as soon as Logan said it, but he still wasn’t fast enough to stop his friend from pulling his boxer briefs all the way down and spinning him to face the camera.  He blushed as his long hose slapped loudly against his leg when he stumbled, fighting the urge to reach down and cover himself.  “Get a load’a this guy,” Logan said, bouncing Alex’s heavy balls before grabbing the blushing man’s twitching beast.

Alex tensed and kept clutching the back of his head while he flexed his chiseled arms, afraid that if he let go he’d punch his friend.  Logan tugging on his cock for the other man was much more than he’d agreed to, but as the thick log throbbed and hardened, the blushing jock was forced to admit that he liked it more than he thought he would.  Something about Hank’s bright, hungry eyes made it all seem okay, and he didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about with Logan.  He sighed and flexed his abs while his friend kept tugging, focusing on how good it all felt.  “Not bad, right,” Alex said with a smug grin, pursing his lips as he rolled his hips into the other man’s hand.

“Got me beat,” Logan shrugged, pulling his briefs down the rest of the way.  The sandy-haired jock’s thick, stout cock sprung free, already hard and looking small compared to Alex’s rigid girder.

“At least for now,” Hank said, nodding.

Alex was too focused on Logan suddenly pressing their dicks together and stroking both to fully register what the man on the screen said.  He was having a hard time focusing on anything other than the way his friend was making him feel.  When Logan stepped close and worked their cocks in unison, the dark-haired hunk was hit with an overwhelming urge to lean in and press their lips together.  He pushed it down, but just barely.  Even so, his stomach fluttered as he stared at his friend’s perfect pecs and charming grin, feeling himself turning to putty in Logan’s hands.

“Yeah, he’s feeling’ it now, aren’t you bud?”  Alex smiled and nodded when his friend reached up with his free hand and began tweaking one of his nipples.

“Fuck yeah I am bro…fuckin’ work that dick good,” he said, his face taking on an exaggeratedly lustful expression before he blinked and shook his head.  He paused and shook his head a second time, his grin fading only slightly.  “Wait…why’m I talkin’ like this…” he asked, a confused look slowly creeping into his eyes.  “Feels weird, bro.  Head’s all fuzzy’n shit…” Alex grunted, still grinding his cock against Logan’s.  “My dick feels funny too…like it…it…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide when he looked down and saw his friend gripping a pair of similarly sized organs in his fist.  In his dazed state it took several moments of staring and blinking before he noticed Logan’s cock looking the same against his friend’s hand, meaning the other man hadn’t grown.  He’d shrunk.  “Whaaa?!  Dude!  Why’s my dick gettin’ small, bro?!”  Even as he asked, Alex watched his formerly hulking member drop below Logan’s size.  The bulbous head barely stuck out of the other man’s fist, and a few seconds later it didn’t even do that.  A part of his brain told Alex he should pull away, that something horrible was happening, but the message was slow in coming and vastly outweighed by the aching lust still coursing through him.

“Just relax, bud.  It’s almost over now.”  Logan let go and stepped back, exposing Alex’s diminutive new equipment just as it stopped shrinking.  Instead of a hulking ten inch log, the stunned jock now sported a petite little acorn that was lucky to reach a few inches in length, with a pair of barely visible balls underneath.  “You okay?  That didn’t hurt, did it?  How do you feel?”

“Fuckin’ horny,” Alex said, reaching down and swallowing his minuscule package.  The handsome adonis had a confused, desperate look on his face as he ground his nub of a cock against his palm and glanced back and forth between Logan and the monitor.  “Dude…where’d my meat go?  My dick’s all fucked up.”

“No it’s not,” Logan said as he stepped around behind Alex and pulled his friend’s hand away.  He grabbed the rigid little nub and tweaked it between a few fingers, laughing as the other man whimpered and squirmed back against his own, much larger cock.  “It’s perfect, bud.”

“But…but…why’s my head…can’t think right…” Alex stammered, his hands gliding across his flexing abs and pecs as he panted and writhed in Logan’s grip.  The sensation of his friend’s warm, solid cock against his ass was a constant distraction as he tried in vain to get his thoughts together.

“You can think just fine!  What are you thinking about right now,” Logan asked, resting his head on Alex’s shoulder.

“Fuckin’” Alex grunted.

“See?  You don’t need to think about anything else, right?  Just leave that to me from now on, bud.” Alex gave a dull laugh as Logan nibbled on his ear.  What his friend said didn’t sound right, but Logan sounded excited, and Hank was still grinning at him from the monitor, so Alex knew that everything must be okay.  “You were right,” Logan said, turning his attention back to the older man on screen.  “We’re gonna make a killing.”  He stepped away from Alex and turned his friend to face him, holding him at arm’s length.  He gave the micro-dicked stud a slow look up and down before grinning at the screen and dropping to his knees.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Alex howled when the kneeling jock swallowed the entirety of his shrunken package and worked it in his mouth at once.  “Fuck yes bro!  Fuckin’ suck that…little cock dry…dude…make my…clit dick cum all…over…” he barked, sounding more like a football player about to hit the field than someone getting a blowjob.  The addled hunk had a vague notion that he sounded wrong, but it wasn’t strong enough to take root, leaving him to grunt and squirm in Logan’s grip.  “Bro…after this…can you…fuckin’…put it…in meeeeEEEIIIEEE…” Alex tensed without warning, letting out a wail as he erupted in his friend’s mouth.  The spasming jock felt like he was cumming buckets, but Logan had no difficulty swallowing the few drops that spurt from the tiny organ.  “You suck good dick, bro,” Alex grinned, blinking down at his even smaller nub as it softened and receded further.

“Aww, thanks, big guy,” Logan cooed, giving his friend a quick peck on the cheek.

“And to think you called me jaded when I suggested this,” Hank said, nodding approvingly on screen.

“You were absolutely right,” Logan said, wrapping an arm around Alex’s tight waist and pulling him close.  He grinned when his friend began absently stroking through the wiry hairs on his chest and toying with his comparatively huge cock.  “I don’t know how you did it, but I think we’re all going to be glad that you did.”

Hank shrugged.  “Two pretty young jocks are a dime a dozen on the internet.  But a charming, handsome stud like yourself with a horny, dumb jock bro who’s got a dick smaller than a pinkie?  Now you’re something unique.  And profitable.”

“Hear that, bud,” Logan said, stroking his fingers through Alex’s hair when the other man leaned down to start licking at one of his nipples.  “Hank say’s we’re one of a kind.”

“Cool,” Alex grunted, sounding distracted as he worked his mouth lower.  He dropped to his knees, following his new impulse to get Logan’s appealing cock in his mouth.

“Ooohhh yeah…real glad we went with this plan,” Logan laughed to Hank as Alex began sucking.  “You said you had clients lined up?  When do we start?”

The man on the screen watched the kneeling hunk’s dark-hair bob back and forth as he sucked contentedly away.  “About that…you don’t have any other friends who’d want to join us, do you?”