In the Clearing (vignette) (Patreon)

“C’mon grandpa, I’m leavin’ you in the dust today.”  Rivers looked back at Chad as the other man trotted along behind, loving the sight of his plump, furry pecs bouncing with each step.  A ripple shot through the stocky man at every footfall, starting at his sneaker and working its way up along his athletic frame.  Chad’s rocky calves would tense, sending the pressure skyward through a meaty thigh that both flexed and shook before the wave would disappear at his firm abs, only to reemerge at the prominent pecs.  In between there was a noticeable jostling in the chocolate-haired hunk’s small shorts as his girthy package and ample cheeks made their presence known, but from his current view Rivers could only see the former.

“I like the view better back here,” Chad said, his full lips curling into a wry grin above his wide, stubble-covered jaw.  His bright blue eyes zeroed in on the impressively-round cheeks threatening to bounce free of the other man’s running shorts to emphasize his point.  They were the one soft spot on Rivers’ lean, solid frame.  Unlike Chad, who preferred lifting above all else, the chestnut-haired man’s body was built like a runner; whipcord tight and carrying not a single ounce of excess bulk.  Save for the perky globes and a bit at his toned thighs, there were no ripples running through Rivers’ tanned, smooth skin.

The thinner man returned the smile, a set of dimples forming just below his razor cheekbones.  “The sooner we get there the sooner you can see it without the shorts.”

“In that case…” Chad grunted and picked up speed, reaching over to give the other man’s rear a squeeze as he settled in next to him.  They were deep in the woods at this point and nowhere near any prying eyes, but the shorter stud still cast his gaze around just to be safe.  To everyone else in their small town they were just a pair of friends who liked to go jogging together, an unexceptional trait for two former varsity stars like themselves.  Though most of their peers had quickly packed on the pounds and let themselves go in the six years since their high school prime, Rivers and Chad were in better shape than ever.  The frequent “jogging” sessions certainly helped, but staying fit was far from the main reason the two loped off into the woods together throughout the week.

Out amongst the trees, they didn’t have to worry about anyone discovering just how deep their relationship went.  They’d been hooking up ever since the summer after Chad’s first year at college, when a night of hanging out in the back of Rivers’ pickup turned into something else altogether.  They’d parked off in a field on the outskirts of town, not an unusual activity for the rural area, and sprawled out in the bed.  After a year away in a bigger city Chad needed the wide open skies and their endless stars as much as he needed to catch up with his friend.  At first, they chalked up the unfamiliar tension in their normally relaxed relationship to the time apart.  Rivers had stayed in town to work while Chad had gone off on a sports scholarship, and while they’d remained in touch through social media it wasn’t the same as the hours they were used to spending together in person.  But as the night wore on, both of them laying a bit closer to each other than necessary in the back of the truck, they kept catching themselves eyeing the other and making excuses for contact.  Feigning stiffness, Chad had spread an arm so that Rivers' head rested on it, while the other man’s hand lingered on his meaty thigh.

The wiry man broke first.  After a period of awkward silence he rolled over and planted a kiss without warning, the tentative gesture turning into a passionate embrace when Chad wrapped his brawny arms around him and wouldn’t let go.  It was a night of firsts - the first time they’d openly acknowledged their attraction, the first time they’d kissed another man, and the first time they’d been able to freely explore the bodies they’d both so eagerly fantasized about.  They went at each other for hours, the forgotten stars eventually fading away as the rising sun illuminated their spent, naked frames cuddled together in the back of Rivers’ truck.

It had been a terrifying, exhilarating awakening that neither of them wanted to share.  Conservative small town politics made coming out a daunting proposition at best, and Chad didn’t feel right leaving Rivers behind to deal with the brunt of it while he went off to school.  They kept their feelings for each other secret instead, pretending nothing had changed and putting up a show of being interested in women while running off to find whatever secluded spots they could.  Groping makeouts eventually turned into exploratory blowjobs, with Chad eagerly slurping down the entirety of Rivers’ smaller, thinner cock, while the lean man did his best to get as much of the stocky jock’s wide log into his mouth as he could.  They didn’t actually fuck for the first time until just before Chad had to leave for school, which both of them immediately regretted.  The tight runner took to bottoming like he was born for it, his round, solid cheeks taking Chad’s fat cock as if the pulsing organ was tailor made just for him.

There was no going back.  Over the next several years Chad took whatever opportunity he could to come home, even if only for a day.  Roommates made Rivers coming to visit Chad on campus an impossibility, so they filled the time in between with secret texts and as many facetime sessions as they could.  There were token hookups to maintain appearances, and though both of the handsome young hunks would routinely wind up in bed with women, they never messed around with any other men.  Being on a college campus Chad had more opportunities than River, but his focus was on finishing his degree so he could go back home as soon as possible.  In addition to his lover there was a family woodworking business waiting for him to take over, a fact which both eased and complicated their situation.  Chad’s family was well known and the business highly sought after in the surrounding area, adding an extra layer of pressure once he was back in town.  Everyone already knew everyone, but the handsome brunette was looked at with additional scrutiny and expectations.  He needed to settle down and immediately start raising a family to continue the line, despite the fact that his siblings already had several children of their own.  Since he’d been the only one to go off to school and get a degree he was looked at as the one to take over, whether he wanted to or not.  As a contractor, the business was a legitimate excuse for Rivers to visit Chad, but they were both on guard when they were together in public, feeling like everyone in town was just waiting for them to slip up.

The idea that this pressure existed only in their heads never once occurred to either of them.  Desperate to maintain their secret, the progress their small town made over the years flew right by.  Neither of the closeted jocks had paid any attention, not wanting to be seen as interested in such things lest someone guess.  They stuck to their routine instead, appearing as nothing more than a couple of old high school buddies in public while fucking each other senseless whenever they could.  It worked, and the frequent runs actually did help keep them in shape, but after so many years the novelty of their secret trysts had long since worn off.  Though their woodland trysts brought a thrill, both wished they could just jog together through town and have a life like any other couple.  They’d talked about it before without the conversation going anywhere, but more and more Rivers was determined to take the plunge.

Those thoughts on his mind, the ripped runner slowed to a trot as they approached an unexpected clearing in the forest.  “Whoa...what is this…” he said, pulling away from Chad and pausing at the treeline in case they stumbled across any people.  Having explored every isolated spot for nearly a decade the two of them could have navigated the woods with their eyes closed, yet they’d somehow never come across the bright circle of flowers before.

“Well this is romantic,” Chad laughed.  He stepped into the clearing, his feet padding silently on the lush bed of grass.  The emerald carpet was speckled with blooms of purple and yellow, a sweet floral scent permeating the sunlit oasis.

Rivers shielded his eyes as he stepped in behind and looked up at the cloudless blue sky overhead.  “Seriously though...how did we miss thiiiii...hey!”  He yelped when his shorts were abruptly pulled down, his smallish cock bouncing free in the open air.

“You told me I could see the view without the shorts once we got here,” Chad purred, spinning Rivers by the shoulders and planting a long, deep kiss.  The lean man tensed at first but quickly relaxed, his hands slipping down his lover’s tapering back to pull the broad brunette’s shorts free.

“Yeah, but where is ‘here’ exactly,” Rivers said, grinding his rigid little pole against Chad’s twitching club.  “Isn’t this a little...exposed?”

The muscled brunette gave Rivers’ cheeks a squeeze as he kicked free of his shorts.  “We just ran eight miles through the woods...there’s nothing in the other direction for at least another twenty.  Who’s going to see us?”

The sandy-haired man grinned and wrapped a hand around Chad’s wide cock, stroking through the curly hairs on the stocky hunk’s prominent pecs with the other.  “And who cares if they do,” he sighed.

“I mean...let’s not go that far,” Chad said, his calloused hands kneading Rivers’ ample rear.

The thinner man shrugged.  “Why not?”

“Dude, we’ve talked about this,” Chad groaned, his head dropping back on his broad shoulders.

“There you go already with the ‘dude’ stuff.  Not ‘hon’ or ‘sweety’.  All I had to do was mention the idea and suddenly you butch up,” Rivers sighed.

“Because it’s not that easy!  You know how this town is.  II’ve already got my entire family breathing down my neck about settling down.  Did I tell you they’ve even started talking about city council?  What am I supposed to do?”

Rivers ran a hand through the other man’s short, chocolate hair.  “Isn’t that all the more reason to be honest?  What’s the end game here?  We just do this forever?  I don’t want to keep hiding,” he said, planting another quick kiss.  “I love you.  I love being with you, I love being ON you,” he grinned, giving Chad’s cock a tug.  “I love the sweet, silly you that only I get to see.  I want to show that person off...I want to brag about them and parade them around, not hide them away like some dirty secret.”

“Du...hon, I know, and I promise we’ll get there,” Chad said, stroking Rivers’ sharp cheek with a stubby thumb.  “I wish we could do and be all of those things too, you know that.  I just don’t know how.”  He leaned in for another kiss, cutting off the other man’s response.  “Come on...look at where we are for once.  We’re not hiding now,” he said, gesturing to the sun-drenched clearing.  “Can’t we just enjoy this spot?  Let’s worry about the other stuff on the way back.”

The wiry man rolled his eyes and kissed Chad on the forehead.  “Fine.  But don’t think you’re getting out of it that easy.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the broad jock said as he guided Rivers to the surprisingly plush ground.  Between the grass and soft bed of flowers it was a pleasant departure from the rough rocks and forest floor they were used to.

“We definitely need to remember where this is when we leave,” Rivers said, breaking out in goosebumps as Chad worked his soft lips down his shredded torso.  He folded his toned arms behind his head and sighed when those lips wrapped around his cock, his head starting to swim from the pungent floral aroma.  A haze of pollen floated in the air from where they disturbed the flowers, causing his skin to tingle where it settled against him.  “Whooooaa...oh...wow…” Rivers gasped, his drooping eyes going wide at the sudden surge of bliss that shot through him.  Chad was always good with his mouth, but the brawny hunk’s current technique was lighting him up like never before.  “Whatever you’re...doing...keep...keep it up…”

“Fuck babe...I don’t know if it’s these flowers or what, but you taste great,” Chad said around the other man’s cock, his tone distant.

With both of their bodies tingling and buzzing against a euphoric tide, neither of them noticed the change taking place in Chad’s mouth.  Rivers’ cock had begun to shrink steadily, sending bolts of ecstasy through him as his muscled lover worked more and more of the receding organ and tiny balls with each passing minute.  For his part, all Chad could focus on was the increasingly sweet taste that matched the sweet smell all around them, his probing tongue desperate to lap up as much of it as it could.

It was that probing tongue that finally caught Rivers’ attention.  “HHHHOOUUUUHHH!”  The lean man howled, his back arching and his fingers clutching the soft ground.  A wave of pleasure like he’d never experienced tore through him, growing stronger and stronger with each flick of Chad’s tongue.  It was strong and warm inside him, hitting all the right spots while the other man’s nose tickled through his trimmed bush.  “Wai...wait...hold on…” Rivers panted, the incongruent sensations finally punching through his bliss.  He sat up on his elbows, his eyes going even wider when he saw Chad’s face buried against a familiar slit instead of bobbing on his thin five incher.  The feminine opening burned with a damp lust, threatening to send him sprawling again as Chad’s tongue went deeper and deeper.  “Chad...Chad!  Stop!”

“Mmm...what’s wrong,” the other man said, his contented grin fading when he looked up at Rivers’ stricken expression.  “What?  What is...it…” he trailed off in a gasp when he followed his lover’s gaze and looked back down at the unexpected orifice he’d just been giving a tongue bath.  “Fuck!”  He scrambled back on his knees, breathing a quick sigh of relief when he found his thick seven inches exactly where it should be.

“Is that...is that what I think it is…” Rivers stammered, his fingers hovering just above his new opening.

“I...it sure looks like it,” Chad said, swallowing hard as his cock throbbed.  Despite his shock, the aching organ seemed to be pulling him forward, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside the prone man.

“But...but how...what happened to my dick…” Rivers squeaked, his eyes darting back and forth between Chad’s bobbing monster and his achingly empty pussy.

The muscled brunette shook his head and forced himself to focus.  “Are you...okay?  Does it hurt? What do you need me to do?”

Rivers stared for a moment before giving a slow nod.  “I...I think I’m okay?  It doesn’t hurt at all, I’m just…fuck I’m horny,” he blushed, looking away from Chad.  “Oh god...I must look like a total freak right now.”

The words hit Chad like a punch in the gut.  Looking at Rivers’ lean, athletic frame glowing in the afternoon sun against the bed of flowers, the other man had never looked more beautiful.  If anything, the impossible alterations only made him more attractive, not less.  He leaned forward again, draping himself over Rivers as he bent down for a prolonged kiss.  “Honey, don’t you even think that,” he finally said, feeling something shift inside himself.  “You are fine and fierce and the hottest guy I know, dick or otherwise.”

Feeling none of the panic he thought he should have, Rivers grinned at Chad’s odd choice of words.  “Fierce?  I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word leave your mouth before.”

Chad blushed, feeling as exposed as he knew Rivers must be.  He wanted to take it back, or apologize for it, but instead he just shrugged.  “First time for everything, queen,” he said, leaning in to kiss Rivers’ neck.

The prone man stroked Chad’s back, his body vibrating with desire as the other man’s cock rested against his ravenous alteration but not inside it.  “Woooowwww,” he laughed, loving the bashful look on the other man’s face.  “Queen?  I could get used to this.”

“No no no...I’M the queen,” Chad said defensively.  “YOU’RE the king.”  At that, he dropped his hips and plunged inside, his ears ringing from Rivers’ howl of ecstasy.

“Oh...oh fuck...oh fuck...holy shit...that’s...that’s incredible…” Rivers stammered over and over again.  The smaller man knew he should be horrified over what happened, but everything just felt right.  He was never happier than when Chad was inside him, and now that process had been made easier.  There was a part of him that was embarrassed at the thought of his altered body, but he’d always been a little embarrassed by his below-average endowment, and his tiny cock never brought him anything close to the pleasure he currently felt.

“You’re just lucky this bitch knows her way around one’a these,” Chad rumbled, smiling at Rivers’ unfiltered bliss.  Normally he would have worried about the noise, but he couldn’t even bring himself to pretend to care about it.  Nor could he worry much about the strange speech pattern he was developing.  The words simply flowed on their own, feeling as natural as any he’d ever spoken.  “How’re we doin’ daddy?  Who would’ve thought all that practice would actually pay off.”

“Don’t...don’t stop…” Rivers begged, wild eyed.  He didn’t care that his lustful screams echoed through the forest.  He didn’t care about his missing endowment.  All that mattered were Chad’s rolling hips and hammering rod.

“Wasn’t planning on it beebee,” Chad grunted.  “Just a pause...I want to try something.”  Rivers let himself be manhandled as Chad rolled him over and drew him up onto his knees.  There was only a brief moment of separation before the other man plunged into their usual point of entry, his strong fingers slipping into the achingly empty slit.

It was too much for Rivers’ overloaded sense to handle.  His ample cheeks rippling from the pounding in back while Chad’s fingers rooted around in front, all he could do was let out a low, constant moan, his vision blurring.  He fell back against the other man’s furry chest, penetrated on all sides and loving every second of it.  Chad rested his head on his shoulder from behind, kissing his neck and letting out quiet grunts as they both neared the edge.

The release was like nothing either of them had ever experienced.  Rivers felt like he was melting as streams of liquid poured out of both holes, one a waterfall of his own making while the other was one he failed to contain.  Chad spasmed against him as he came, his grunts turning into cracking whimpers as he pumped out load after load.

“Oooookay...that was...that was lovely,” Chad panted, pulling his sopping hand free and rubbing Rivers’ tensed, heaving abs.

The penetrated man nodded, his vision clearing not on a real treeline, but on a tapestry of one.  His heart started racing all over again as it gradually dawned on him that they were no longer in a forest but a bedroom, and were literally kneeling on a blanket with a floral print.  The soft bedding was disheveled across the broad king-sized mattress that was somehow familiar though Rivers knew he’d never seen it or the room around them.  “Chad...look around.  Where are we?”

The stocky jock gasped, tightening his grip instinctively.  He only let go when the moment of surprise passed, replaced by the growing sense of familiarity.  It helped that a picture of the two of them stood on the nightstand, cementing the odd notion that they were at home.  Their home, specifically.  “Baby...do we...live here?”  Chad let go and hopped off the bed, his stomach fluttering as he watched Rivers follow.  The sight of the other man’s tight, altered frame sent a fresh wave of lust through him, as if it was the first time he saw it.  For his part, Rivers shivered at the strange sensation of his missing equipment no longer swaying when he walked, but by the time he stood next to Chad it had already faded.

“But how?  How is any of this…?”  Rivers didn’t know what to say.  Looking around the room, he knew exactly where everything was or would be.  He knew what was in all the closets and in the drawers, just as he knew what lay in the hallway beyond.  “Are we just dreaming?  Did we fall asleep in that...clearing?  Oh.  Oh no,” he said, his head filling with memories even as he spoke.  “The clearing!  How many times have people said to stay away from strange circles out in the woods?  What did they call them?  Fairy circles?”

“They would if we were in them,” Chad purred before stopping himself.  “Do you really think that’s it?”

“It would explain why we never saw it before.  And we did sort of wish for...this…” he laughed, gesturing between them.  “Guess all those old folks knew what they were talking about after all.”

Chad swallowed hard, the remains of his old self trying to hold on.  “So, ummmm….what do we do,” he asked with a flip of his wrist.  It was the best he could manage.

“I don’t think we do anything,” Rivers shrugged.  He opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a small purple thong without looking.  He slid the petite garment on as naturally as he would have a pair of briefs before tossing Chad a pair of bright yellow bikinis.  “Would you even want to?”

Chad pulled them on, feeling a rush of pride at the way they accentuated his girthy package and muscled backside.  The bright, revealing underwear was like nothing he’d normally wear, and his stomach sank a little at the sudden thought that it was one of his more conservative pairs.  “No, I just mean...how do we...what’s everyone going to say?”

“About what?”  Rivers grabbed Chad by the hand and pulled him into the hallway outside.  Photos of the two of them throughout the years lined the wall, and both felt a rush of relief and embarrassment at the way they obviously hung off each other. Their status as a couple no longer a secret, they shifted their attention instead to the photos at the beach where Rivers casually flaunted his missing endowment while Chad showed off his ripped frame in swimwear no larger than his current underwear.  “Guess it’s safe to say everyone already knows.”

“This is so weird,” Chad stammered, his head filling the gaps as they walked.  Mixed in with the pictures of the two of them were pictures of their families, everyone happy and smiling together.  Nowhere was there any evidence of the apocalypse they’d both feared for so long, even with their radically new states.  Rivers had been altered in a dramatically physical way while Chad had become fabulously flamboyant, but the world kept spinning.  Not only were Rivers’ contracting work and Chad’s family business still going strong, they were both on city council and had just opened the town’s first LGBT center.  “I don’t get it.  I thought Fairy Circles were supposed to be bad and dangerous?”

“You said it yourself.  Maybe they are for people who aren’t fairies,” Rivers grinned, snapping the elastic of Chad’s bright bikinis.  “Maybe for us we get a happy ending.”