Fir Hollow, ch. 13: Write From Your Heart (Patreon)

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the bright sun bake his smooth torso a deep gold.  The kayak drifted lazily down river, the paddle resting across the fit blonde’s lap while his powerful arms took a break.  Not that they’d had to do much work so far.  The current down Coven Run was steady and slow, a far cry from the quad-crushing, core-burning rapids he and Scott were used to navigating.  A kayaking trip usually left the athletic man spent and satisfied, but so far the water had been as calm and quiet as the dense forest around them.  It struck Adam as ironic that they were on an offshoot of the Black River considering how bright and sparkling the water seemed, a vein of light snaking through the dark woods on either side.  The growth was so dense that even at high noon the shadows took over after only a few feet, and though he loved anything having to do with the outdoors, Adam was glad they weren’t hiking.

At least now he understood the name.  The channel was called Coven Run because of the twisting, gnarled branches that stretched out from the banks like a witch’s fingers, and the standing stones that accompanied them at the water’s edge.  The rocks were weathered and rounded, having clearly been carved in the distant past by someone, though no one seemed to know by whom or for what purpose.  Now they stood as silent sentinels, watching the occasional rafters or kayakers float by.  Coven Run wasn’t overly trafficked, but, as with Adam and Scott, the unique name attracted a curious few on a regular basis.  So far, the two thought the name a complete misnomer.  Though the woods on either side may have seemed daunting, the trip downstream had been perfectly pleasant.  Their whole weekend had.  People up in Pikesburg didn’t have much to say about Fir Hollow, and what little they did say usually wasn’t pleasant, but so far they’d had a blast.  The previous day had been spent hiking up the surrounding mountains, followed by an evening of drinking and wandering around the historic downtown.  And while the two noted that there were certainly some very unique folks in town, everyone had been welcoming.  The plan was to have a repeat of the previous evening before trekking back up to the city in the morning, though both were reluctant to leave the picturesque valley.

“Thought this’d be more of a workout,” Scott said as he drifted up next to Adam.  The rugged brunette had his meaty arms folded behind his head, his furry shelf of a chest thrust forward.  The two were a mismatched pair.  Where the blonde was handsome and smooth, Scott was bulky and rough around the edges.  Instead of a tapering washboard he had a firm muscle gut, his thick, powerful frame broad enough to fit Adam’s chiseled muscle comfortably inside.  Nor did he share his friend’s pretty-boy features as he sported an exaggeratedly wide jaw and a flat, puggish face that was a perfect complement to the rest of his brawny build.  “Should’a brought some beer.”

“Like you need more of a belly,” Adam laughed.

Scott reached down and patted his firm midsection, grinning.  “Didn’t see any of those guys hangin’ off you last night.  Someone jealous?”

The blonde hunk gave a short laugh and shook his head.  “Not for that kind of attention.”

“Yeah, right.  I saw the way you were looking at that one guy.  What was his name?  Mark?”

Adam blushed and nodded.  “Did you see his ass?  Fuck, man, never seen anything like it.  Gay, straight, man, woman...doesn’t matter.  Dude had some cakes.”

“And some tits.  Shit,” Scott sighed, adjusting the short trunks that were plastered around his meaty thighs.  The thin material formed a vacuum seal around his fat cock and hefty balls, leaving nowhere to hide as his girthy package twitched at the memory.  “Look, you know dudes aren’t my thing, but I’d still totally hit it.  And you’re fuckin’ dead if you ever tell anyone I just said that.”

“Whatever, man, so would I,” Adam said, letting out a slow whistle.  “There’ve been a couple dudes in this town that I’d…” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he looked ahead of them.  He straightened up and gripped his paddle, nodding for Scott to do the same.  “Uh...is that weird?  That’s not spray, is it,” he asked, staring at the looming wall of fog.  The obscuring cloud stretched from bank to bank, swallowing the shadowed forest as it rocketed up to the sky.

Scott shook his head.  “No.  There aren’t any rapids or waterfalls on this stretch.  I even double checked this morning before we left.”  He dropped his paddle into the water as Adam followed suit, his beefy arms flexing as they tensed.

“Then how come the current is getting so strong,” Adam barked, his chiseled torso erupting with muscle as he fought to slow his increasingly-rapid approach.

“Is it?  Or is that fog just coming towards us really fas…” The brawny bull was cut off when the billowing avalanche slammed into them.  They both broke out in goosebumps as the temperature dropped, the bright sun fading as if they’d rowed into a cave.  The mist was so thick Scott could barely make out Adam’s outline next to him, and though the sudden silence was deafening, he had to shout, as if his friend was a great distance away.  “Stay close!  Grab my paddle,” he yelled, thrusting the pole out for Adam.

“What the fuck is this,” the blonde cried, his voice barely reaching Scott though he floated only a few feet away.  A constant spray soaked them as if they were rocketing down the channel, but at the same time the pair felt like they were barely moving at all.  After a few disorienting moments the diffuse light began to dim further, growing steadily darker until it seemed like they really had drifted into a cavern.  Adam gripped Scott’s paddle, now unable to make out his friend at all as they floated through the nebulous void.

They both started and gave an audible yelp when, after what could have been seconds or hours, their kayaks began scraping and bumping against a rocky bottom.  At the same time, the encompassing shroud vanished, replaced by a bright spot of light that approached as quickly as the fog had.  One second it was far off in the distance, as if at the end of a vast tunnel, and the next they were blinking and wincing against the bright daylight.

“Jesus!  What the fuck was...wait...where are we,” Scott asked, his eyes going wide as he looked around at the low brick walls lining the narrow canal they sat in.  He whirled around, finding a brick building behind them instead of a wide, winding river.  The shallow canal flowed under the familiar structure, but it wasn’t until Scott noticed the clocktower poking up in the distance that it occurred to him where they were.  “Are we...back in town?”

Adam swallowed hard, his eyes following the same path as he twisted and turned in his seat.  The kayaks were grounded in the shallow channel, the water behind them growing no deeper as it disappeared into the darkness under the building.  It certainly wasn’t deep enough for them to have floated down, nor was it as wide as it had been.  The blonde blushed when he finally noticed that he was holding Scott’s hand instead of the other man’s paddle, but he had to force himself to let go.  “But that’s not possible,” Adam said in a low whisper.  “The river doesn’t flow back this way!  And even if it did, we weren’t anywhere near town.  Look at this canal, man!  How could we have floated through…”

“I don’t know, and right now I don’t care.  I just want to be on dry land,” Scott grunted, heaving himself up and out of the kayak.  There was no mistaking their location as he stood and looked over the small embankment, recognizing the town square at the other end of the alley.  The broad hulk adjusted his small trunks as he climbed up, wishing he had something else he could put on.  Unfortunately for both of them, their shirts and the rest of their possessions were all in the car that still sat outside of town at what should have been the end of their trip, leaving them with nothing but their water shoes and swim trunks.

“Something’s not right,” Adam muttered, adjusting his board shorts as he clambered up after Scott.  He shivered and rubbed his sculpted arms, his palm still tingling from where he’d been holding hands with the other man.  “Do you feel that?  The air’s thick…”

Scott raised an eyebrow, wiping his own tingling hand against his damp trunks.  “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t feel that?  It’s like a greasy kitchen after you fry something,” the blonde insisted, his perfect, prominent pecs heaving as he struggled to keep from panicking.

“Don’t get weird on me,” Scott said, even as he squirmed under the same invisible miasma.  Without knowing why, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to the curvy stud from the night before, taking an explicit turn without his direction.  Though it was the last thing he should have been focused on, all the rugged bruiser could think about was what it would feel like to have Mark’s fat cakes wrapped around his wide cock, his stubble-covered jaw buried between the top-heavy man’s oversized muscle tits.  The racing thoughts shifted before Scott could process any of it, swapping Mark out with Adam, and putting himself on his friend’s lap.  He whimpered at the idea of the blonde’s long, thick cock jammed inside him, using the shock to get a grip on himself.  It took every ounce of his willpower, but Scott was able to tear his mind free from the lustful clutches before his body full betrayed him.  He cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths before looking back to see Adam doing the same.  The semi-hard banana pressing against the blonde’s board shorts made it clear his struggle had been more intense, and the way he stared at Scott’s brawny frame made it clear a battle was still being waged.  “Come on.  Let’s get out of this alley and see if we can figure out what the fuck just happened.”

The plan lasted only as long as it took for the two of them to reach the sidewalk.  As soon as they stuck their heads out and saw the strange men walking around, it was immediately clear that, despite outward appearances, they weren’t in the same Fir Hollow.  There were the familiar peaks looming in the distance, and the town square had the same layout, with the same historic buildings, but that’s where the similarities ended.  The Fir Hollow they’d been in the night before had antique shops, art galleries, and a few restaurants.  It didn’t have a storefront filled with dildos and all manner of sex toys.  It didn’t have a shop selling exotic underwear and lingerie.  And, most importantly, it wasn’t full of scantily-clad, impossibly shaped men.

Scott and Adam froze, their jaws dropping when a stunning, sculpted young man went crawling by naked on all fours, a long, silicone tail sticking out from between his granite cheeks.  He wore a collar that was attached to a leash held by an older, thinner man clad only in a short sock wrapped around what looked like an overly small package.  When they passed, the kneeling hunk grinned from ear to ear and shook his bare bottom while the older man simply smiled and nodded, raising an eyebrow as he looked at their swim trunks.  As impossible as it should have been, similar scenes were playing out all around them.  Scott and Adam saw other men led around on leashes, some bearing normal proportions and others having a much more singular appearance.  Instead of crawling on all fours a few stood upright on short, stubby legs, looking more simian than canine.

Mixed in with these were men who at first glance appeared normal save for their lack of clothing, but who, upon further inspection, were anything but.  The stunned pair saw several beefy men casually strolling by in panties, flashing obvious camel toes where their stuffed bulges should have been.  A few were the opposite, their straining bulges barely contained by thongs and tiny briefs while heaping, supple breasts hung where their pecs should have been.

And then there were the odd shapes.  Some men were small and squat, standing no more than three feet tall, while others were towering giants.  Adam gasped when he saw a short ball of muscle, no more than five feet, go waddling by with a rigid cock that was at least half his height bobbing before him.  He tried to point it out to Scott, but his friend was too busy watching a brawny meathead in nothing but a posing strap push what looked like a huge stroller down the street bearing a full-sized, diaper-clad Adonis that could have given Adam a run for his money.  It was dizzying and disorienting, leaving the two oblivious to their own erect states as they gawked at the frequent, and often graphic, public displays of affection.

“‘Sup brahs?  You fellas out catching some waves?”  Both Adam and Scott did a double take when they turned and saw the beefy, burly man smiling at them.  Though he had the smooth, easygoing drawl of a stereotypical surfer, he had a body that was nothing like it.  The man was built like a bulkier version of Scott, and though he sounded close to their age, his weathered features and salt-and-pepper hair put him closer to fifty than his mid-twenties.  His wide frame was covered only by a small, tropical bikini bottom that tied at the sides and left his hefty balls spilling free as his stout cock pushed the fabric forward.  His bald head shone, his flat face wearing a dim grin as he looked at the two.  “Nah, I’m just playin’, I know nothin’ breaks ‘round here,” he said with a dull laugh.  “Tooootal bummer too.  I’d be stoked for some gnarly tubes.  Johnny keeps telling me maybe.”  The man shrugged his cannonball shoulders, a hand lingering absently at his stuffed bikini.  His dazed smile faltered as he looked the two up and down, his eyes fixed on their tented trunks.  “You dudes are new in town, aren’t ya?  Gonna catch some heat goin’ around dressed like that.  Gotta ditch those threads before…”

“Ahem.”  The sound of a gruff voice clearing its throat caused them to spin once more, and the stunned pair let out another gasp at the wall of ebony muscle glaring down at them.  Whoever he was, the man appeared to be cut from stone, with a strapping, striated build that would have taken the gold at any bodybuilding competition lucky enough to have him as a competitor.  He wore only a policeman’s hat, mirrored aviators, an intimidatingly stuffed blue jockstrap that had a “Fir Hollow P.D.” badge printed on the front, and a pair of shiny leather boots.  “You boys are a little overdressed, aren’t you?”

“Uh...what?” Adam croaked, his face going crimson when he looked down at himself and Scott and noticed their erect states.  “Sorry, we, uh, don’t know what’s…”

“Come on, Gregg, don’t be like that.  They just got here,” the older man said, his tone as easy going as ever.

The towering officer shook his head.  “Not how it works, Eddie.  Ignorance of the law isn’t an excuse to break it.”

“It’s an easy fix,” the bikini-clad bruiser laughed.  Without warning, he reached over and tugged the pair’s trunks down, their aching rods springing free.  “See?  They’re already hard.  Doesn’t that count?”  Adam and Scott could only gasp and stare at each other with shocked eyes, too overwhelmed to do anything else.  Despite their fear and confusion their bodies really were on overdrive, which wasn’t helping them focus.

“They paid their toll yet?”  The officer lowered his glasses just enough to give them a glimpse of his bright green eyes, the sight sending a confusing thrill up their spines.

“We’ll do that now, brah,” Eddie said, his voice eager.  He turned to the younger men and gave them a quick look that made it clear they should just go with it before wrapping his calloused hands around their aching rods.  “One toll, comin’ up!”

Adam and Scott could only grunt and stare, their minds racing to process what was happening.  They were naked on a street corner getting jerked off in front of an equally exposed police officer, who himself was only a sliver of the impossible population.  They knew none of it should have been happening, that something strange was at work, but they couldn’t bring themselves to try and stop any of it.  They didn’t want to.  The confusing thoughts they’d been having since climbing out of the canal had only grown in strength, and if Eddie hadn’t come along they both guessed it wouldn’t have been long before they did it themselves.  Scott came first, letting out a roar that echoed down the busy street while his fat log sprayed like a hose.  To his amazement, the ropey fluid hung suspended in midair before flying off towards the center of town.  When Adam groaned and did the same moments later, his own potent load followed suit.  Dazed from the intensity of the release, the two just panted up at the officer, unsure whether or not any of this was really happening.

“Good job duders!”  Eddie tousled the young pair’s hair and gave the imposing man a friendly smile.  “We all set now?”

The officer stared for what felt like minutes before giving a slight nod.  “Just don’t let me catch you two again,” he snarled, his tone softening when his attention turned to the burly bear.  “If they’re really new, take ‘em to go see Johnny.  They need to get situated.  Oh, and you owe me for this, by the way.”  He smiled as he reached out and untied Eddie’s bikini bottom, pulling the floral bottoms free.  He tucked them into the waist of his jock and gave the older man’s hairy cheeks a swat as the now-naked beefcake’s thick cock twitched to life.  “You can come by the station and get these later.”

“Can’t wait,” Eddie purred as the officer sauntered off down the street.  He smiled at the stricken expression on Scott’s and Adam’s faces, giving his rigid cock and absent tug.  “Aww, don’t bum out over Gregg.  He’s a big softy once you get to know him.  But he was right about getting you brahs over to Johnny post haste.  He’s probably expecting you by now.”

“What...what is happening…” Adam whimpered as he and Scott followed Eddie down the street.  Neither of them knew why they were going along with any of this.  A blanket seemed to have draped itself over their thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything for more than a few seconds at a time.  They kept having to remind themselves that their nudity was wrong, and even when they were able to acknowledge it, they made no moves to cover themselves.  They were too busy fighting the urge to reach out and grab the other, and by the time they’d made it a few blocks both were rock hard and ready to pop again.  The bizarre, lustful menagerie that were the men in town only heightened their arousal, further confusing their addled minds.  When they finally reached the doors of the Fir Hollow Inn, neither Adam nor Scott knew what constituted normal anymore.  Looking at their athletic, conventional bodies, they suddenly had the odd thought that they were the weird ones, not the other way around.

“Here we are!”  Eddie’s tone was as cheerful as ever as he led them inside.  Though the exterior had been unchanged, the inside of the Inn was like nothing either of the young men had seen before.  Instead of the antique hotel they’d stayed at the night before, it looked like a king’s harem.  Couches, lounges, and cushions were strewn about the lobby, most occupied by the types of bizarre looking men they’d seen all over town locked in the throes of passion.  Scott wanted nothing more than for Adam to throw him down on one of the benches and take him right there in front of everyone, but there wasn’t time.  Their new friend pulled them into an elevator and hit the button for the top floor, and when the doors opened, both Scott and Adam knew that nothing would ever be the same.

“Welcome!  I wondered when you’d get here.”  The lean, unremarkable man on the throne waved as they entered, a broad smile on his sharp face.  Instead of individual rooms, the top floor of the Inn was one large, open chamber, filled with columns and curtains like an ancient Roman grotto.  An ornately rimmed, oval pool sat in the center of the room, a pair of figures standing next to it and watching as they entered.  The walls were all glass, giving a full view of the town and surrounding valley as if they stood on one of the mountain peaks.  Next to the throne, a handsome, middle-aged brunette lounged on the ground, his beefy muscle covered only by a sheer sarong draped lazily over his meaty thigh.  His rigid cock was just as girthy as the rest of him, and he purred like a cat as the man in the chair stroked his thick, chocolate hair.  “I’m Johnny.  This is Patrick.”  The man on the ground lifted a coy finger to his lips, slowly and deliberately sucking on the stubby digit before reaching around and inserting it between his plump cheeks.  His soft lips pursed and he batted his eyelashes, his muscled arm flexing as he worked the finger in deep, never taking his eyes off the newcomers.  “Don’t mind him.  He gets...eager,” Johnny laughed, hopping up and scampering over.  He seemed overdressed in what looked like a pair of average boxer briefs, and unlike everyone else they’d seen so far he appeared entirely normal.  He was tight and wiry, with a handsome enough face, but none of the odd proportions or extra limbs they’d seen on some of the others.  No one else seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary as he clapped Eddie on the shoulder.  “Thanks for your help with these two.  I think you’ve earned those waves.”

“Excellent!” Eddie cheered, pumping a hairy piston in the air.  He turned to Adam and Scott, the same dull grin on his full, round face.  “Alright dudes.  You’re in good hands.  Welcome to town!  Come see me if you ever wanna hang ten.”  With that the naked bear lumbered off, leaving Adam and Scott to gawk after him.

“He used to be a very grumpy miner named Ed,” Johnny said when the other man was gone.  “I think you’ll agree that this is better.”

“Pl...please...what is going on?  Where are we?!”  Scott pleaded.  He did his best to keep his eyes from wandering, but once he’d seen the figure next to the strange, milky pool, he couldn’t look away.  At first he’d thought it was a pair of men with their arms around each other, but then he noticed the third, shared leg between them.  It wasn’t their most jarring feature.  While they both had faces that were strikingly handsome, looking like a classical statue brought to life, they were vastly different from the neck down.  One sported a set of sculpted pecs like Adam, while the other had a set of large, soft breasts.  While they both had chiseled washboards, the one with the oversized tits was hung like a horse, while the other had a gaping slit between his muscled thighs.

Johnny grinned and looked over his shoulder at the merged pair.  “I see you noticed Gemini.  One of my more inspired pieces, I think.  He guards the baptismal pool.  Thank you for your contributions, by the way.”  He waited for the pair to grasp the implication about the pool’s contents before continuing.  “Really though, the pool doesn’t actually do anything, and he doesn’t actually guard it.  The book does everything...it’s just more fun to be dramatic,” Johnny laughed.  His tone was nonchalant, like they were all old friends.  “To answer your question; you’re still in Fir Hollow, just not the one you know.  It’s a long story,” he smiled at the last word, his eyes flashing as they landed on a small book next to his throne.  “All you need to know is that this is your new home.”

“What?!  But...but that doesn’t make sense!  We’ve got lives to get back to...friends, family...you can’t just keep us here!”  Adam’s cock throbbed as he watched the figure by the pool grope itself, hoping he sounded more convincing than he felt.

Johnny shrugged.  “Sorry.  It may look like it, but I don’t actually make ALL the rules.  I still don’t know how new people get here.  I’m still not even sure how I got here, honestly.  It took me a minute to figure out I’d even gone anywhere.  That was confusing, believe me.”  He paused and ran a hand through his short hair, a sympathetic expression on his face.  “Look...all I know is that, every now and then, a passage, one I didn’t write, pops up in the book about new people getting here.  And then boom, folks suddenly arrive.  I don’t bring ‘em, I just get them situated once they show up.  I don’t know if the book needs fresh clay, as it were, or what.  If it makes you feel better, you still exist in the real world.  That’s the one you came from, by the way.  I think I’m the only one that ever fully...”  He trailed off and shook his head, lifting a hand when Scott started to open his mouth.  “Take Patrick back there.  He’s Patrick as I knew him in every detail, but he’s not the real one.  The real one?  He’s still out there in that other world.  This is just a figment of imagination.  Just like you two.  The only thing I’m not so sure of anymore is whose imagination.  Changing the people in town I actually knew is one thing, but when strangers start showing up?  I didn’t dream you two into existence, I know that much.  Bang up job though, whoever did.”  He looked the fit pair slowly up and down, a hungry look in his eyes.  “I know you feel real.  And you are, in a sense.  But none of this is really...”  He shrugged again.  “See what I mean?  It gets heavy, quick.  It’s not important.  Honestly.  In a few minutes you two aren’t going to know anything even happened.  I know, I know, that sounds scary.  But that fear you’re feeling right now?  IT’S not real because YOU’RE not real.  None of these people are.  Just pages in a book.  And either way, you won’t even remember this conversation.  I’m not cruel.  It doesn’t seem like it to you now, I know, but this place really isn’t a prison.  It’s a paradise.  I’m the only one who knows otherwise, and that’s my burden.  But you know what they say...heavy is the crown.  It doesn’t mean we all can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor.  I really do put my heart into each one.  And speaking of...I’ve written you two in already, and I think you’ll have quite a time.”

Adam looked at Scott, his eyes wide.  Neither of them could follow what Johnny was saying about their not being real.  Everything certainly felt real, and though the strange man insisted otherwise, they had no way of knowing whether or not other versions of themselves still existed in some other world, or what that even meant for them.  They were here, now, thinking and feeling just like they always did.  Even trying to conceptualize otherwise left them weak and dizzy.  All they knew for sure was that they’d gone from kayaking down a river to finding themselves stripped naked in a twisted version of a small town, with some madman insisting that no one but him really existed.  They watched the wiry man sit back down on his throne and pick the book up from the table, wishing they could turn and run as he started reading.

“Adam wished he could turn and run, but his legs wouldn’t respond.  All he could do was stare at the madman on the throne, trying to tell himself it was all a lie when he knew deep down that nothing had ever been more true.  The handsome jock had always prided himself on his looks, but after only a brief time in this other version of Fir Hollow his mind was already cracking open with the possibilities.  He’d felt it as soon as they’d arrived, this new world of pleasure just waiting to be experienced if he would only allow himself to.  He couldn’t wait to get his long, thick cock buried to the hilt in Scott, but that wouldn’t be enough.  New partners filling the same old roles was simply unacceptable.  He’d jammed his lovely cock in enough holes.  He needed something novel, something he could never experience anywhere else.  The pool was the key.  All he needed to do was plunge his hands into the collected offerings and his wish would be granted.”

Scott tried to grab Adam when the blonde suddenly darted over to the pool.  “Dude!  What are you doing?!”  He watched his friend kneel at the water’s edge, taking a deep breath before sticking his hands into the thick fluid that was somehow still fresh and warm.  There was a fresh wave of dread as the other man groaned and spasmed in time with the ongoing narration.

“Adam paid no attention to Scott’s warning. He knew what he had to do. Already he could feel his fear and dread flowing out through his tingling hands, waves of bliss like he’d never felt before coursing through him.  A familiar pressure built at the base of his spine, but instead of releasing, it continued to grow, shifting from between his legs to his aching hands.  When he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled them free, letting out an elated gasp at the site of his phallic new fingers.  Each one was swollen and rigid like the hose between his legs, steady streams oozing from the multiple heads as he basked in the overwhelming sensation.  He howled with bliss as he worked one engorged hand against his stomach while sucking on the other, feeling the same bliss as if he was wrapping his lips around the extraneous log between his legs.  Far from being horrified, Adam had never been more thrilled.  He couldn’t stop thinking about all the places he could put them, and all the joy his lovely new hands would bring him.  He knew that once he got them all off they’d soften back into usable digits, though every time he got hard, which would be often, they’d swell back to their current state.”

Scott couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched his warped friend go at himself with the things that had once been his fingers.  Knowing they’d turn back into regular appendages at some point was small comfort, especially since it was twinged with an odd sense of disappointment.  The stocky hunk was horrified to realize that he didn’t want his friend’s hands going back to normal.  He wanted to experience each of the eleven rods one-by-one, deep inside him, a thought that Johnny spoke aloud.

“Scott had never had such a desire.  He’d never once stopped to think about what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a hard cock, but since arriving in town it was all he could think about.  He’d never wanted anything more.  He wanted as many of the beautiful rods inside him as he could get, from as many people as possible.  Like Adam, he was desperate for something new, something he could never have anywhere else.  He ran over and threw himself into the pool, knowing he’d be perfect when he emerged.”

Scott was surprised at how eager he was as he ran.  When Johnny started speaking he’d told himself he was going to fight, but now he didn’t even know what that meant.  He didn’t want to fight; he wanted what the pool could give him.  He practically cannonballed into the pungent fluid, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.  He didn’t drown or choke; he could feel it changing him from the inside out, turning him into something spectacular.  Johnny was still speaking when he emerged.

“Scott would have smiled, but his mouth didn’t work that way at the moment.  It was a tight hole, his lips the pursed opening of a fleshlight tube.  It was just like the one between his plump, hairy cheeks, the one where his fat cock normally hung, and the ones at the ends of his wrists.  Scott would have panicked, but he knew he could switch back and forth, fully or just parts of himself, whenever he wanted.  Not that he’d want to often, based on the ecstasy washing over him.  He threw himself at Adam, the two falling together like a pair of magnets.  The stocky hunk switched his mouth back just long enough to let out an echoing howl when Adam locked what used to be their hands together while thrusting his original rod deep inside.  He let it swap instinctively back to his new form when the grunting blonde leaned in for a kiss, feeling the overwhelming ecstasy of being fucked from multiple locations and rimmed at the same time.  Patrick joined in just for fun, taking up a spot at Scott’s rear and sending the meaty stud into overdrive.  The penetrated hunk spasmed and shuddered, copious liquid pumping out of his many holes while the other two kept thrusting.  Finally, when they were all spent and their bodies back to their original state, the fog began to lift from their minds.  The fear they felt earlier was gone as if it had never been.  What did they have to be afraid of?  They were in their hometown with all of their other friends, and they were eager to see everyone.”

Scott sighed and squirmed in the sticky puddle next to the edge of the pool.  He didn’t know if most of the liquid had come from him or Adam, and he didn’t care either way.  He stroked his fingers through his friend’s soft, golden hair, loving how the other man’s hand felt resting on his slab of a chest.  “That was fun,” he finally said.

Adam nuzzled his neck, giving Scott’s broad shoulder a quick kiss.  “Do you feel like you’re forgetting something?  What were we doing?”

“We came to see Johnny and Patrick, right?”  Scott lifted his head and smiled at the other two.  Patrick was back to lounging next to the throne, his brawny bulk now on full display while Johnny absently flipped through the pages of his book.

“Oh...right…” Adam said, shaking his head.  He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, forcing his tongue in through the tight hole when Scott’s mouth switched and went stiff.  He felt the other man shudder and watched his friend’s cock suck inward while Scott’s fists seemed to close and rotate.  He gasped when the sight made his own cock swell, feeling the blissful rush as his fingers followed suit.  “Damnit...you always get me with that,” Adam grinned, running one of the bulbous heads around Scott’s altered mouth.  The stocky stud nodded excitedly, but the blonde hunk just shook his head and climbed to his feet.  “Uh-uh.  We’ll be here all day.  Eddie wanted us to come see him, remember?”

Scott rolled his eyes, his lips softening back to their original state.  He left the rest of himself as it was and lumbered upright, sounding disappointed.  “Fiiiine,” he said, shivering as he brushed his altered hand against Adam’s fingers.  “But let’s hold hands on the way.”