Fir Hollow, ch. 16: Tag, You're It (Patreon)

“I just don’t think it was a good idea is all,” Corey said.  The wiry young man shrugged his broad shoulders and ran a hand through his short, chestnut hair, his toned arm flexing.  “You know what they say about that place.”

“OoooOOOOoohhhhh,” Brayden groaned, dropping the tone of his voice to a ghostly bellow.  “Malachai’s coming aaaaafter yoooouuuuu,” the stocky brunette sang, waving his hairy, meaty arms above his head.

“He’s coming after your fat ass too, furball,” Andy laughed, giving the shorter man’s ample globes a swat.  At 6’2” he was a solid six inches taller than Brayden, his athletic frame straddling the line between Corey’s lean runner’s build and the stocky brute’s thick bulk.  “But also, yeah, Corey...quit being such a pussy, bro.”

“It was just some tagging,” Jonah chimed in.  The athletic blonde brought up the rear as the group made their way through the dark woods towards their usual spot.  “A little paint never hurt anything.  You never fucked with the place back in high school?  Shit...you HAD to on the baseball team.”

“Same with wrestling,” Brayden said.

Andy nodded.  “And football.  What?  You track bitches too good for a little harmless vandalism?”

Corey laughed as he looked at the trio.  “Nah, just too smart.”  He gracefully sidestepped Brayden’s attempted tackle after the insult but was ushered into Andy’s girder-like embrace.  He was the same height as the sandy-haired man but not nearly as built, meaning once the former quarterback had his arms around him there was no escape.  Which isn’t to say he didn’t try.  Corey squirmed against his brawny friend but Andy held fast, meaning all he succeeded in doing was twisting his tank-top out of place.  “Seriously,” he finally relented, sagging in the bigger man’s grip.  “Some creepy old miner’s house?  Not something I want to fuck with.”

“Why not?  We all did and we’re fine,” Jonah said, tousling Corey’s hair as he passed.  “Some of us more than others,” the fit blonde added, peeling out of his tight t-shirt and tucking it into the waist of his shorts.  The summer evening was warm and heavy with humidity, leaving the young jock’s tapering torso glistening under a thin layer of sweat.

“That’s the right fuckin’ idea,” Brayden grunted, following suit.  The stocky bear shucked his muscle shirt, letting his prominent pecs and firm muscle gut breathe in the oppressive atmosphere.  Unlike the chiseled blonde his thick bulk was covered in a layer of curly brown hair that, coupled with his short stature, made him the constant butt of the group’s jokes.

“One of you guys want to help Corey out,” Andy asked, winking at the other two.  He tightened his grip before the wiry man could squirm away, lifting him off the ground just high enough for Jonah to dart forward and strip his shorts free.

“Hey!” Corey yelped, giving his legs a futile kick.  His sharp face turned red beneath his trimmed beard when he felt the warm air hit his bare lower half.

“Uh...I just meant his shorts, man,” Andy laughed awkwardly as he watched his friend’s long hose and heavy balls flop free.

“Eh, whatever,” Jonah shrugged before pitching the bundle off into the darkness.  Given his powerful arms the wadded clothes quickly disappeared into the inky trees, leaving a flustered Corey to try and cover himself as best he could with his slender hands.

“Dude!  Come on, man!  What the hell?!”  Corey cried as Andy let go.  The wiry runner’s perky bubble flexed in the open air as he stood on his tip toes and tried in vain to spot his stolen shorts.

“Oh my god man relax,” Jonah sighed, shaking his head.  “I tossed ‘em where we’re headed.  No one’s ever out here anyway, so just have fun Porky Piggin’ it for a bit.”  He grinned and looked back down the darkened trail they’d been following, his voice dropping to a whisper.  “Unless you’re worried about putting on a show for Malachai?”

Corey gave a frustrated grunt and let go, biting down on his embarrassment as his impressive package swung free.  He didn’t want to give Jonah the satisfaction of seeing him squirm.  “No...I wouldn’t want you to get jealous because someone else was getting the attention,” he spat.

“Be nice, ladies,” Andy grumbled.  Feeling guilty for Jonah taking things too far, the brawny hunk casually undid his shorts and shoved them down along with his boxers.  His meaty thighs shook as he stepped out of them and his smaller, shorter cock lacked the impressive hang of Corey’s, but that didn’t bother him.  They’d all spent enough time in locker rooms over the years to be well versed in both exposure and fellow male nudity, and unlike Corey, Andy actually liked being naked out in the woods.  “There.  Better now,” he asked, wagging his stout package.

“Not really, no,” Brayden laughed, averting his eyes as they resumed the trek towards the small clearing they’d claimed as their own.  It was a secluded spot among a series of tall boulders, forming a natural structure on the side of the mountain.  It was like a cave with an open ceiling, the boulders acting as a wall and a windbreak that made it the perfect spot for beers, bonfires, and whatever else they wanted to get up to.  “So, uh, do you think he really did it,” Brayden asked a few moments later to break the awkward silence.

“Who?  Malachai?”  Jonah shrugged.  “I mean...there was obviously an accident, and my granddaddy said he was always a weird dude, but do I think he sacrificed that dude in a mine shaft as part of some offering or something?  Hell no.  He died at the same time.”

“That was just his body, not his spirit,” Brayden said, his exposed bulk breaking out in goosebumps.  “Now he’s got, like, more power than ever.”

“Do you hear yourself?  There wasn’t anything supernatural about it,” Corey sighed.  “That’s not why I didn’t want to fuck with his house.  You know the lady that owns the pottery place?  I heard her talking about it at Tucker’s a couple weeks ago.  She said Malachai and that dude were actually a thing.  They had to fool around in that old mine shaft so no one would catch them ‘cause people like your granddaddy were assholes,” he spat, glaring at Jonah.  “And now here we are STILL fuckin’ with him.  Bad enough he and his dude died because they couldn’t be who they were.  Can’t we just leave him alone?”

There was another awkward pause before Andy spoke up.  “You, uh, could have mentioned all that BEFORE we messed with his house.”

“Kinda romantic though, right?  Him and his lover going out together like that.”  Brayden blushed when the other three stared at him with blank expressions.  “What?  I’m not allowed to have a sensitive side?”

“Well this night took a turn,” Jonah grumbled as they reached the clearing.  He kicked the bundle of Corey’s discarded clothes as he passed.  “Here’s your shorts, dude.”

The wiry runner grinned and folded his arms behind his head, thrusting his semi-hard cock forward.  “Fuck it.  Now I’m into it.  You wanted to see my shit, you get to see my shit,” he laughed.  “Hell, let’s do this for real.”  Corey peeled out of his tank-top and dropped it on the pile before sauntering over to one of the smooth stumps that served as a chair.  He spread his solid legs as he sat, running a hand over his smooth, modest pecs.  It was an uncharacteristic display of exhibitionism from the lean jock, especially as his long cock started to harden towards its full length.  “If Malachai shows up, let's give him something to look at after all.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Andy laughed, shucking his own shirt just as quickly.  The ripped jock shrugged, his plump pecs bouncing.  “What?  You gotta feel for the dude.  Only getting ghost dick for how long now?”  He absently rubbed at one of the muscled mounds on his chest, scratching at the wiry hairs as he called out into the darkness.  “Sorry about messing with your house, bro!  Hope this makes up for it,” he laughed, flexing his arms behind his head while he tensed his abs in a bodybuilder pose.  He turned his attention towards Brayden and Jonah, raising an eyebrow expectantly.  “Well?  What’re you guys bringing to the table?”

The stocky bear blushed as he looked at the blonde pretty-boy next to him.  “I, uh, I think we’re good.  Gotta leave something to the imagination, right?”

“Nobody’d want to see that anyway,” Jonah laughed at the shorter man.

“Uh-oh...I think someone’s protesting a little too much,” Brayden shot back.  “What’s wrong?  Malachai’s story hit a little too close to home?  It’s okay...we’re all cool here, right?  Just be you, dude.”  The burly little bruiser looked over at Corey and Andy before pushing his shorts down and stepping free.  A pair of grey briefs were still stretched around his plump cheeks and a bulge that was comically large as he darted over and wrapped his burly arms around Jonah’s tight waist from behind.  “You’re not my usual type, but you’ve got a great ass,” Brayden laughed, grinding his heaping pouch into the back of Jonah’s shorts.

“Ugh, alright, you made your point,” Jonah said, shivering despite himself at the sensation of Brayden’s furry torso rubbing against his smooth back.  He stood there for a moment, waiting for his friend to stop humping, but that moment never came.  “Okay dude...you can stop now,” he said, a slight tremor in his voice.  “Dude!”

“I...I can’t stop,” Brayden stammered, his hands groping up and down the blonde’s chiseled torso.  His fat log of a cock was quickly hardening, the swollen head working its way up and out above the elastic waist of his briefs.

“What do you mean you can’t stop?  Just...just quit it…” Jonah gasped, his eyes going wide when he looked over at the other two.  Andy and Corey were sitting and watching the events unfold, pumping away on themselves with glassy-eyed expressions.  For an instant their shapes blurred, taking on the appearance of rugged strangers before shifting back to the familiar sight of his friends.  “Guys!  What...what’re you doing?!”

“Who gives a fuck what they’re doing?!  What are WE doing?!”  Brayden groaned as his exposed head began sliding between his hairy muscle gut and Jonah’s smooth back.  “I’m not holding you here, man.  Just...just walk away!”

“I...I can’t!”  Jonah’s perfect pecs were heaving as Brayden’s hands began fumbling with the waist of his pants and slipped into his boxer-briefs to fish his comparatively average cock free.  “Ohhh...oh fuck…” he moaned, leaning back against Brayden’s furry shelf of a chest.  He squirmed in place while the shorter man stroked, feeling conflicted when motion finally returned to his limbs.  Jonah was actually disappointed when he took a step forward, but it was short-lived as he spun and dropped to his knees.  In one quick motion he had Brayden’s briefs down around his furry, tree trunk thighs, his mouth watering as he wrapped his lips around the massive organ that sprung towards his face.

“HHOOoooouuUUU!”  Brayden howled, feeling the same confusion as he began bucking his hips, ramming his fat log as deep as he could down the pretty stud’s throat.  To both their surprise Jonah was taking him like a champ, his fingers clutching Brayden’s hairy cheeks as he bobbed his head back and forth with expert precision.  “Fuuuhh...fuck...Jonah...you’re...incredible at...that…” the stocky wrestler gasped.  The kneeling hunk gazed up at him with a look of hungry determination, his nose buried in Brayden’s thick bush as he swallowed the oozing beast to its hilt.

Without warning Jonah pulled his face free and grabbed the back of his friend’s knees to bring the hairy man to the ground.  Before Brayden could sit up the blonde jock was on top of him, straddling his muscle gut and lining himself up for what he knew was coming.  “HHHNNNGGG!”  Jonah hissed, his mouth falling open as he lowered himself on the spit-slick pole.  He was stunned by his actions, but Brayden’s wide-eyed look of pure lust turned him on in a way he never imagined.  It was a side of his friend he’d never seen before, and watching the ecstatic expression beaming up at him from behind the other man’s exaggeratedly masculine features magnified its impact.  “Oh god...oh god...oh god…” Jonah whimpered, embarrassed at the pathetic, cracking tone of his voice.  He looked over at the other two, now pumping away on each other, and motioned for them to come over.  “Geeuuh...get over here…” he panted, the words emerging on their own.

Without saying a word, Corey and Andy lumbered over.  Their motions under the same autopilot as the other two, the brawnier man stepped forward, giving a quick gasp when Jonah leaned in and swallowed his thick, stubby five inches.  That gasp turned into a bellowing moan when Corey stepped behind, grabbed his hips, and plunged his lengthy rod inside.  “Fuuuhh...fuck yes, man.  Giii...give it to me…” Andy stammered while the pair went at him from both sides.

They were all aware of their actions and how strange they were, but what they lacked was anything resembling a desire to stop.  As Jonah bounced on the writhing Brayden’s lap, Andy’s cock filling his mouth while the former quarterback had his hole stretched by Corey’s rigid pole, all any of them wanted was more of the same.  Andy loved the way Corey’s soft beard felt resting against his shoulder, the other man’s thin fingers kneading his plump pecs and pert nipples while his muscled cheeks rippled from the surprising force of his friend’s impacting hips.  Jonah could feel those impacts traveling through the big man’s broad frame and into his mouth, reverberating down his squirming spine to connect with Brayden’s penetrating monster before escaping into the night air as one of the furry stud’s desperate whimpers.

And that was just the start.  After Jonah had ridden Brayden to the point of exhaustion, the stout bear rolled over and offered up his fat cakes for Andy, whose ass was currently being licked clean by Corey as Jonah fucked him senseless.  The process continued for hours, the group going at it until the night sky began to lighten with the threat of sunrise.  No one said anything at the time as there wasn’t much room for talking aside from huffing grunts, desperate pleading for more, and wailing proclamations of affection, but they all felt as if they were being watched.  Their eyes kept darting to the edges of the clearing, expecting to see people standing there, but never finding anything other than boulders, trees and darkness.  It was hard for them to describe, but they sometimes felt like passengers in their own bodies, as if someone else had slipped behind the wheel when they weren’t paying attention.  It was usually a fleeting experience, though when the sensation passed they were left more turned on than ever.

Eventually they all ran out of steam and collapsed into a tangled mass of muscled limbs.  They were covered from head-to-toe in a melange of cum, sweat and dirt, with Andy’s large, granite frame acting as a mattress for Jonah, while Brayden’s furry body acted as a teddy bear for Corey to nestle back against at the other end.  While the spent hunks dozed at the edges, the two in the middle sleepily pawed at each other while they kissed, clinging to the lustful frenzy for as long as they could.

Jonah was thrilled as he continued to shove his tongue into Corey’s mouth.  He never would have admitted it, but Brayden’s earlier comment had been spot on.  There was a reason he’d seized the opportunity to get Corey almost naked earlier, and there was a reason he liked to comment on the handsome little bear’s appearance.  He’d wanted to come out for years, but the weight of everyone’s expectations had him locked in place.  He was the stud, the pretty-boy jock ladies man who couldn’t possibly want something else.  He’d reached the breaking point and needed a push, and he was willing to risk a dead miner’s ghostly wrath to get it.

It hadn’t turned out entirely as he’d expected.  He didn’t know what his friends were experiencing, but a wall had been obliterated somewhere inside him, taking his hesitation and inhibitions with it.  He didn’t know what his future would look like, but he knew he’d been fully jettisoned from the closet and he’d brought the others with him.  Jonah felt a stab of guilt over that last detail, but for the most part It was what he’d hoped for when he’d suggested the outing that night.  He’d heard stories from some of the other guys who’d had similarly interesting experiences after vandalizing the old house.  For obvious reasons they weren’t the kind of stories that most guys liked to tell around a fire to impress their friends, but a few, like a now-flamboyant former teammate who’d turned him on to the idea, were all too eager to express their new desires.  Jonah didn’t know why some people were affected and others weren’t.  He didn’t know if it would wear off on the others or if they’d travel down this path with him, or just stop to visit occasionally when they were feeling extra horny.  Maybe it had something to do with being there at the right time, or maybe it needed someone like himself to be present as a doorway.  He hadn’t expected Corey to bring up Malachai’s real history, and he’d worried for a moment that his friend was on to his plan, though fortunately it seemed to have all worked out.

“You know what we should do,” Jonah said when Corey paused for air.  “We should fix Malachai’s place up.  It’s abandoned, right?  I mean, we could all probably scrounge up the money if we wanted to buy it proper, but it’d make a much better spot for this sorta thing than fucking out here in the dirt like a bunch’a pigs.”

“Mm...like bein’ pig…” Andy mumbled sleepily, tightening his grip on Jonah.

“Didn’t say we couldn’t, big guy...just be nice to have an option,” Jonah laughed, tracing a finger down Corey’s defined chest.  He leaned in for another kiss, his stomach fluttering as he thought about the possibilities.  “We could tell his story, too.  Get kids to quit fucking with the place.”

“That’s a pretty big change of heart,” Corey grinned, confirming that he’d been oblivious to what Jonah’s true intentions had been that night.

“Dude...look at us.  I’d say we owe him after all this, right?”

The wiry runner paused, searching in vain one final time for the part of him that balked at the idea of being covered in cum in a spent, naked pile of men.  Instead all he found was a quickly growing desire for more of the same, as often as possible.  “I told you he wasn’t a bad dude.”

“I...know...” Jonah yawned, his eyes slowly closing.  Just before the blonde jock drifted off to sleep he smiled, looking past Corey at the ephemeral figures fading away in the morning sun.