Gone Wild, pt. 2 (Patreon)

The new memories weren’t all that different from the old, which made the process more insidious.  Gavin largely had the same upbringing, and the same friends.  He went to the same school, played the same sports, and was still attending the same college, only now there were a few key differences.  One was his altered appearance, but as shocking as his thick log and bouncing bottom were, the most jarring was his altered behavior.  The formerly modest Gavin never existed.  Instead, he saw himself as he was now, scantily clad and showing off, and he had flashes of himself doing things he wouldn’t have dreamed of.

Girls never entered the picture in this life, only guys, and lots of them.  Gavin saw himself with friends and strangers.  He saw himself on stage at a club and in front of a webcam.  Like the man in his dream had said, nothing was off limits.  He spent more time naked now than he did clothed, and even less time alone.  There was always another man around, either working him over or having their minds expanded by the new pleasures only he could offer.  Gavin shivered as he thought about it, loving the looks on their faces at the exact moment when they realized nothing would ever be the same after him.  His favorite were the macho daddies who thought they were just going to fuck a young jock, only to end up discovering their own love of bottoming shortly thereafter.  The deep, desperate whimpers of a beefy older man writhing at the end of his dick were music to his ears.

Even now, just thinking back on it made him hard enough to pop.  Gavin felt his club of a cock twitch and slip free from the ill-fitting speedo, and he gave into the remains of his old self as he threw himself into the waves for cover.  As pleasant as they were, the incessant surge of new memories left him with a splitting headache, which the cold Atlantic gradually lessened.  Sensing the futility of it all, Gavin stopped fighting the relentless onslaught of his new life.  He stopped being embarrassed when he saw himself strutting around a locker room, his swaying club half-hard while everyone stared, or when he thought about how now he erupted like a geyser.  He didn’t dread the memories of the time he’d spent getting fingered in random backseats, now on the receiving end instead of the giving, nor did he feel a scrap of shame at the way his thunderous cheeks clapped as he jogged around campus in his pointlessly small running shorts.  It wasn’t just that he didn’t feel the humiliation; he literally couldn’t.  His perspective had already shifted so much that trying to be embarrassed by it all was like trying to comprehend going up and down at the same time.  Whether he wanted to give in or not didn’t matter.  He simply did.

His headache easing, Gavin stuffed himself away and rode a wave back towards shore.  He could see a lifeguard watching him from the water’s edge, and he took his time making his way back, stopping to stretch in the sun and splash in the shallow water.  He pretended to be oblivious to the staring man as he bent to inspect a shell or adjusted his overfilled swimsuit.

The young lifeguard smiled and waved at his approach, leaning against his 4-wheeler.  “Nice morning,” he said when Gavin finally acknowledged him.

Gavin looked the man up and down, his mouth watering at the sight of smooth, tanned skin stretched over ample muscle.  The young hunk was powerfully built, more so than swimming alone would provide, and his short red swim trunks revealed a set of wide, sturdy legs that led up to a ripped torso.  He had a clearly defined six pack below his heaping pecs and broad shoulders, with matching arms that were equally impressive framing it all in.  The bodybuilder physique made his cute, almost boyish face stand out that much more, the thick, full lips, bright blue eyes and short brown hair a sharp contrast to the rest of him.

“It’s gorgeous out here,” Gavin said, raising his arms to show off his tight, tapering build as he slowly shook the water from his hair.

The man looked away quickly when Gavin stopped shaking his head and caught him staring.  “Waves aren’t too rough this morning,” the lifeguard said, clearing his throat as he spoke.

“The surfers probably don’t like that.”

The man shrugged.  “You’ve gotta go farther south if you want to surf around here.”

Gavin raised an eyebrow, making a show of looking the man up and down.  “You a surfer?”

“I know my way around a board, yeah,” the man said, trying to sound casual.

“Must be good exercise.”  Gavin smiled when the lifeguard blushed and tried to flex inconspicuously.

“This job keeps you in pretty good shape,” he said, puffing out his prominent pecs.

“I can see that,” Gavin said as he turned his head in both directions and looked up and down the mostly empty beach.  “Doesn’t seem like there’s a lot to do this time of year.”

“Nah, not really.  I spend most of the day just driving up and down this section of the beach from the shack and back.”

Gavin sauntered over and ran a hand along the 4-wheeler, stopping just before it reached the lifeguard.  “That looks fun, at least.  I haven’t been on one of these things in forever.”

The lifeguard hesitated, then grinned.  “I’m not supposed to, but fuck it…no one’ll find out.  Wanna go for a ride?”

“Sure!” Gavin chirped, as if it was a surprise, not an inevitability.

“I’m Billy, by the way.”

“Gavin,” he said, eyeing Billy’s bulging backside when the other man turned to get on the 4-wheeler.  He hopped on behind, pressing his hefty equipment into Billy’s lower back and wrapping his hands around the lifeguard’s waist.  He watched the other man blush and felt him tense when he purposely brushed his hand against the front of his trunks, discovering a stout log underneath.

“Ready?”  They took off up the beach, slowly at first, but picking up speed when Billy felt like showing off.  They went up dunes, bounced across the sand, and splashed through the surf as Billy made sure his new friend had a reason to hold on tight.  Gavin took the hint and used the jostling as an opportunity to let his hands wander across Billy’s powerful physique until they eventually came to a stop in front of the rickety lifeguard stand.  “Wanna see inside,” Billy asked.  Gavin batted his eyes and nodded, his eyes glued to the other man’s muscled cheeks as he followed up the weathered wooden ramp.  The inside was sparse, with a few chairs and a table, but not much else besides an emergency phone and a radio, along with a few charts on the walls.  “It’s not that exciting but we don’t spend a lot of timmph!”

Billy was cut off when Gavin abruptly wrapped his arms around his waist and planted a rough, long kiss.  Gavin felt his new friend hesitate at first, but it wasn’t long before he returned the kiss in force.  Billy’s strong hands were hungry and desperate, clutching at Gavin’s back while he tugged the lifeguard’s trunks down.  The tanned hunk's solid cock bounced free and pressed against Gavin’s stomach, impressively sized but looking small compared to his own beast despite its overall girth.  It was long and thick, and Gavin couldn’t help but notice that it was just as tan as the rest of him.  But before he could ask how the tanned hunk spent his time, he was abruptly lifted off the ground and sat on the edge of the table.  Gavin didn’t resist when Billy pushed him back and pulled his speedo free, opting instead to heft his legs into the air instinctively.

“Ooohhhh….” Gavin groaned as his legs settled onto a pair of sturdy shoulders and he felt Billy push himself inside.  He squirmed as the other man picked up the pace, clutching the table for support when the virile stud began pumping his hips in earnest.  Hearing his growing howls of ecstasy, Gavin knew the old part of himself would be mortified.  He couldn’t believe that he was sprawled out naked on a table getting fucked by a total stranger, or how much he loved it.  “Let…let me see those muscles…” he purred.  Billy grinned and Gavin watched one of the lifeguard’s arms inflate to a considerable degree as the other man flexed.  “Ohhh…oh yeah…oh fuck…yes…yessss…” Gavin’s moans only turned Billy on even more, and with his newly acquired talents he somehow knew on an instinctual level that other man liked it vocal.  “Harder…harder…” he panted, breaking his usual routine of staying quiet during sex.  The table gave a series of its own creaking groans under the onslaught, joined by a loud slapping as Gavin’s solid rod flopped wildly from the pounding.  All too soon Billy’s shoulders tensed under his legs, just before his expansive cheeks were filled with the other man’s warm fluid.  On cue his own rod sprayed, covering his torso as the potent explosion dwarfed the surprised stud’s output.  They stayed tangled for a moment, grinning at each other, before a breathless Billy pulled free and collapsed onto one of the wooden chairs.

“Whoa…” he panted, his eyes wide.  “That was…whoa.”

Gavin just smiled and sat up on the edge of the table, shivering at the ample liquid trickling down his wiry torso and loving the view of the softening cock between Billy’s tanned, meaty thighs.

The dazed lifeguard’s face was a mix of lustful confusion.  Gavin watched all the embarrassment he could no longer feel play out in the other man’s expression as he struggled to find the right words.  “I’ve never…with a guy, I mean.  I’ve never even thought about it before.  But I couldn’t…”

Gavin laughed.  “I hear that a lot.  It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No!” Billy said quickly, blushing and flashing a bashful grin.  “Not at all.  You were…wow.  I just don’t know why I…”

Gavin pulled Billy to his feet and planted another kiss, squeezing the other man’s pecs while his tongue went to work.  “I say do what feels good,” he shrugged when he finally broke it off.  “And don’t over think it.”  He watched the confusion gradually fade from his new friend’s face, leaving only a wry grin.

“Oh man,” Billy said, finally pulling away.  “I’ll spend all day in here if we keep this up.  Not like I’d mind, but I really do have to get out there.”  Gavin watched Billy pull his trunks back up his powerful legs, realizing he no longer remembered what the less-revealing swimwear felt like

“I thought lifeguards wore speedos?”  He said, planting a seed in Billy’s pliable desires as he put his own swimsuit back on.

“That’s more of a, uh, European thing, I think,” the other man said, his eyes glued to Gavin’s tiny garment.

“You should try it,” Gavin purred, squeezing one of Billy’s solid cheeks.  He already knew what the other man would be wearing the next time he saw him.  “You could absolutely pull it off.”  He sauntered outside and jumped in the ocean, giving the lifeguard another chance to eye his glistening frame while he rinsed the sticky coating off.  When the show was done he climbed back onto the 4-wheeler, this time letting his hands rest squarely in Billy’s lap for the much slower ride back.

“So, uh, how long are you here?”  Billy was awkward and blushing as he pulled up to Gavin’s rental, trying, and failing, to hide how eager he was to see the other man again.

“The rest of the week,” Gavin said, pointing over his shoulder at the looming beach house.  “You know where to find me.”  He gave Billy’s thigh a final squeeze and waved as the other man sped off, wondering whether his new friend would show up later that night, or if it would take until morning.  Gavin hoped for the former, already planning the fun evening they could have as a group.

The others seemed to have the same idea.  In just the few hours he’d been gone, it was clear the old walls had crumbled further.  Gavin trotted down the weathered wooden walkway, cresting the small dune that shielded their patio from view, to find Dave and Brad sprawled together in one of the loungers next to the pool.  Both were naked and hard, wearing only broad grins as they pawed at each other.

“Hey!  There he is,” Dave cheered when Gavin opened the gate.  “Where’s your new friend?”

“He had to finish his shift, but he’ll probably turn up later,” Gavin said, his stomach fluttering as he watched Brad’s meaty paw absently stroke Dave’s smallish cock.  The blonde hunk compensated with his brawny build, but it only served to make the below-average organ look even moreso.  Not that Brad seemed to mind.  The furry beefcake nestled against the taller man’s smooth chest, his powerful arm flexing as he gave an occasional pump of Dave’s little poker.  “Where’s Dylan?”

Brad chuckled and shook his head.  “He said he had to run to the store for something.  Dude seemed reeeeeeaaaal jealous when you rode off with Baywatch earlier.”

“Oh did he,” Gavin grinned.  “I wonder what he needed so…bad…” the bottom-heavy brunette trailed off when the sliding door opened and a scantily clad Dylan stepped out.  The lean jock had apparently made a trip to one of the souvenir shops, swapping out his boxers and loose board shorts for a pair of small, terrycloth trunks that weren’t much larger than a speedo.  The bright green bottoms looked like they came from the women’s section as they rode dangerously low on the young jock’s trim hips and left every detail of Dylan’s thick hose and heavy balls prominently displayed.  “Now that’s a look,” Gavin purred, raising an eyebrow.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Dylan sighed, his boy-next-door face beet red.  Before Gavin could ask what he meant, the other man waddled over to one of the small tables, giving everyone a glimpse at the way the shorts lifted and accentuated his perky cheeks as he set up a small speaker.

There was a long, silent pause.  Everyone knew what was coming, but no one said a word, not wanting to scare their friend off.  Dylan began swaying a few moments after the music started, his trim waist swinging awkwardly back and forth.  The lean jock wasn’t known for his dancing, and it showed, but no one could fault him for the effort.  He folded his arms and popped his hips, doing his best to twerk his solid little bubble.  When he finally spun around to face his friends the growing tent in his little shorts was impossible to miss.  Gavin wasn’t surprised.  If anyone was going to be turned on by attention, it would be Dylan.  He could feign embarrassment all he wanted, but the handsome brunette loved the spotlight, even now.  That became all the more evident as he relaxed into his routine, adding his groping hands into the mix as he pursed his lips and stroked down his abs.  Finally giving in, he pushed the front of his shorts down and let his rigid cock spring fully free.  He stepped over and wagged the aching organ inches from the faces of his seated friends, before turning and giving them a closeup view of his tight hole when he slowly bent to pull them free.  Finally naked, he strutted over to Gavin, his beaming smile going serious as he turned and began grinding his bare cheeks against the front of his friend’s overstuffed speedo.

Gavin felt it as soon as Dylan made contact.  Until now he’d mistakenly assumed that the writhing pretty-boy wanted a crack at his plump cheeks, not the other way around.  Based on the growing, wide-eyed look on Dylan’s face, Gavin wondered if his friend even realized what he really wanted until that very moment.  “Good job, stud,” the bottom-heavy brunette purred, wrapping his arms around the other man.  He ground his twitching monster against Dylan’s solid little bubble, reaching down to stroke the other man’s aching rod at the same time.  “I’d say you earned your reward…what do you guys think?”

“Hell yeah, man,” Dave nodded, his shredded abs flexing as he rolled his hips against Brad’s pumping fist.

“Nice moves, bro,” the furry hunk added, his free hand toying with one of his nubby nipples.  “Didn’t seem like you hated it.”

“It, uh, wasn’t so bad,” Dylan stammered, the confusion apparent in his eyes.  Crumbling walls or not, there was still enough of the jock’s previous mindset present to be aware of how strange their actions were, just not enough to stop him.  He knew it should be odd to watch Dave and Brad go at each other, just like it should be odd for him to be naked and hard and grinding on Gavin.  But it all felt so good.  It was fun and free and exhilarating.  Odd or not, he didn’t actually want to stop and think about any of it.

“Good, ‘cause I’m going to need more of that,” Gavin laughed, slipping his hand around from Dylan’s cock to squeeze a firm cheek, “if you want more of this.”

“HOOOOUUHHH!”  Dylan howled and went up on his toes when Gavin’s pressing fingers slipped inside his virgin button.  His jaw dropped, and the usually-smug hunk was well aware of his ridiculous expressions as he gasped and writhed against the invading digits.  Instead of pulling away, he instinctively pressed back, letting out a series of little, gasping grunts as Gavin’s strong fingers stretched him open.  “Oh…oh fuck…dude…that’s…why have we never…” he gasped, the knowledge that he was getting fingered in front of his friends only turning him on more.  Like the dancing, finding himself the center of attention fueled his raging lust, regardless of the circumstances.

“Uh-oh!  Looks like someone’s going to want to get the fingers from now on, not give ‘em,” Dave laughed.  The irony that Brad was busy blowing him while he said it appeared lost on the blonde Adonis.

“Y…you would…too…” he whined, his eyes locked on Brad’s broad, hairy back as it flexed in time with his bobbing head.

“We can try that later,” Gavin said, pulling his hand free.  “You ready for the real thing?”

Dylan nodded and bent forward, his knees buckling when the other man’s massive rod shoved inside.  It was too much for the handsome jock.  Dylan’s vision went white, his senses overloaded by the unfamiliar mix of pleasure and pain.  He came to just in time to hear the tail end of his echoing, wordless howl, the agony quickly giving way to ecstasy.  Gavin held him upright, and Dylan relaxed into his friend’s grip, the idea that someone else was manhandling him and taking control nearly making him cum by itself.  “GGGgggggod that’s…that’s good…” he grunted, his untouched cock slapping wildly around.

“I can tell,” Gavin said, his tone smug.  He wasn’t used to the way his fattened cheeks bounced and jiggled with his thrusts, but the embarrassment at what he must look like was mitigated by the darts of pleasure sent shooting through him by each ripple.  The warped jock also felt a sense of relief at finding himself in the familiar position.  As much as he enjoyed being on the receiving end now, the remains of his former ladies man pride were soothed by the fact that he could still put his thick club to work.  And the fact that he was using it to push a handsome hunk like Dylan beyond words only added to his joy.  He waddled them forward, positioning his penetrated friend so that his eruption would land squarely on Brad’s back.

The timing was perfect.  As soon as Dylan’s leaking cock was hovering a few inches away the groaning jock fell over the edge.  With a prolonged hiss he arched his back and sent strand after ropey strand all over his stocky friend, who only gave a contented moan and kept working on Dave’s little rod.

“N..no…no,” Dylan panted, reaching back to hold Gavin in place when the other man started to pull out.  “Brad got mine…but I earned this.”

“If you insist,” Gavin whispered, nibbling on Dylan’s ear as he gave a final thrust and let loose.  He loved the way his friend shuddered in his arms while he unloaded, already knowing the other man had crossed a line from which there would be no going back.  He reluctantly pulled out, letting the waterfall spill down Dylan’s toned thighs just as Brad was swallowing Dave’s explosion.

“Aww…did I miss the rest of the show,” Brad asked, Dave’s cum dribbling through the forest of stubble on his chin.  He shot forward on his chair without waiting for a response, grabbing Dylan and pulling him close so that he could begin licking the insides of the other man's thighs clean.

Dylan gasped and shivered, a familiar, mischievous grin spreading across his face.  “How about an encore?”

“Whhhoooaaaaa,” Brad laughed when the leaking brunette suddenly dropped and impaled his stretched hole around his fat log.  He grabbed Dylan’s tiny waist and held on as the other man bobbed and squirmed, too surprised to do anything other than sit there and let his friend take over.

“Ye…yeah…this could…be a problem…” Dylan laughed, loving the way Brad’s hairy chest felt against his back.

“I mean…I wouldn’t call it that,” Brad grunted, finally beginning to pump his hips in time.  Worked up as he was, it didn’t take long before he blew, but the furry little meathead made sure to finish licking Dylan clean when they were done.  Not missing a beat, Dave grabbed the newly-christened bottom and pulled him over, giving his small cock a turn.  Dylan seemed just as enamored by the below-average equipment as he’d been by Gavin’s thick club, his lean frame looking small as it writhed against the blonde’s sculpted bulk.

Gavin just watched, an odd sensation of accomplishment washing over him at the sight of his lustful friends.  He knew he was responsible for bringing them such unbridled joy, and instead of the guilt he’d felt earlier, he was glad.  Whoever, or whatever, it was that started all this hadn’t given him a curse, but a gift.  His mind had been opened, and now he could do the same for others, as he already had for the chiseled lifeguard that morning.  Now, he was more excited than ever for Billy to show up later that night.  Based on how fast his friends had let loose, Gavin could only imagine what state the eager hunk would be in.

The altered young man grinned and stretched out in one of the loungers, letting the sun wash over his bare frame.  The rest of the week was shaping up to be more interesting than he ever could have imagined, and though he intended to take full advantage of their break, Gavin couldn’t wait to bring his new outlook back to campus.