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“What did you just say?”  Ryan blushed under Scott’s startled gaze, surprised that he hadn’t been able to keep the words from leaving his mouth.

“What do you mean?” The stocky, olive-hued man deflected.  “I said I’ve been having weird dreams ever since we opened that damned door.”

Scott shook his head.  “Uh-uh.  The last part.  You just said ‘he’s so fucking hot, and we...’ then trailed off.  And ‘then you’ what?”

“I don’t mean he’s...it’s...look, whoever he is, the dude’s good looking is all I was trying to say,” Ryan stammered, flustered.  It was a vast understatement, both in the description of the stranger and in the activities that occurred during the dream, and the hairy young man was beginning to suspect that his friend knew that.  “Why’re you so interested?  I’m not allowed to think a dude’s good looking without it being weird?”

It was Scott’s turn to blush.  The walnut-haired hunk swallowed hard, and though it was just the two of them in his small apartment he looked around as if to double check that no one else was listening.  “I’ve been having dreams about him too,” he said, lowering his eyes and his voice while letting out a slow breath.  “Fucking hot doesn’t begin to describe it, dude.”

“Wait...how are we both dreaming about the same guy?  How do we even know it’s the same person?”  Ryan scooted deeper into his corner of the couch, curling a meaty thigh under him and throwing a heavy arm up on the back as he turned to face his friend.  He was still embarrassed by his unintended admission, but he’d expected Scott to mock him, not agree.

“What are the odds that we’d both start having…” the taller man trailed off and leaned forward, his toned arms flexing as his elbows rested on his knees.  He steepled his fingers and rested his pointed chin against them, obscuring his sharp, flushed features while he tried to find the right words to continue.  “I’ve never had a sex dream about another guy in my life.  Ever.  I’d know if I was gay, right?  I’m twenty-fve for fuck’s sake!  Shouldn’t this have come up before now?”

“I don’t think a couple dreams make you gay, man,” Ryan said, trying to convince himself at the same time.  He shifted in his seat and adjusted his small shorts, suddenly wishing he’d worn something a little more substantial when his fat cock twitched at the memory of his own confusingly arousing dreams.  He’d used the trip to Scott’s apartment as an excuse to go for a jog, a choice he now regretted.  It left him clad only in a pair of tiny cobalt shorts whose thin material already did little to obscure his plump bulge and thick cheeks, a loose muscle shirt that left most of his furry, muscled torso on display, and a pair of grey ankle-socks as his weathered sneakers currently sat by the other man’s front door.  The shorts were already smaller than a pair of boxers, and with his furry, substantial thighs squishing on the couch they formed a vacuum seal around his girthy package.  Normally he wouldn’t give it a second thought, especially when it was just the two of them, but the odd tension in the room made him acutely aware of how they each presented.  He’d been catching Scott looking at him out of the corner of his eyes since he’d arrived, though the only reason he’d noticed was because he was doing the same thing to his friend.  Scott’s longer, leaner frame, with his toned muscles and smooth, tanned skin, was suddenly captivating in his tank-top and gym shorts.  “And even if they did...what’s the big deal, right?  Nothing wrong with being into dudes.”  Ryan stole another quick glance, his eyes traveling down from Scott’s broad shoulders to his rocky calves with their dusting of sandy hair, hoping he sounded more convincing than he felt.

“That’s not the problem.  If it was just a sexy dream with another guy I wouldn’t be so freaked out, but it was more than that.”  Scott un-steepled his hands and gave his face a rough rub before clapping his thighs and hopping to his feet.  “Gonna need a fuckin’ drink to continue this conversation,” he sighed, oblivious to the way Ryan’s eyes lingered as the tank-top bunched on his perky bubble.

Ryan looked away just in time when Scott turned from the fridge with a pair of beers in his hands.  “What’re the odds we just freaked ourselves out?  That house WAS fuckin’ creepy.  Especially that goddamn basement,” he said, using the excuse of reaching for the beer as a way to eye the outline of Scott’s long cock bouncing against the front of his shorts.

The lean man mirrored Ryan’s pose in the opposite corner, giving his friend a glimpse of his smooth pecs as he leaned back and nearly drained his beer in a single pull.  He let out an abrupt belch and shrugged.  “We’ve been in creepier.  Remember that abandoned church with those crazy symbols painted all over it?”

Ryan nodded.  “And the old hospital.”

“Still don’t think I’ve ever seen you run that fast,” Scott laughed.

“Fuck you,” Ryan grumbled, swigging from the can.  “I’m not taking any chances with ghosts in a place like that.”

“The old homeless guy you woke up was more scared than you were.  I thought for sure we were going to have to take him to an actual hospital for a minute there.”  Scott shook his head, his smile fading.  “So what made this house so fucked up?  It was just a house.”

“Come on, dude.  It was a little more than that.  And  let’s not forget WHERE it was.  It’s not like it was just down the street.  A crumbling old house in the middle of the woods isn’t exactly common.”  Ryan tightened his grip on the can, fighting the sudden urge to reach out and comfort his friend.  “It still doesn’t make sense to me.  If the city kicked everyone out and bought up the land for development, why didn’t they ever do anything with it?  Why just let the valley creep in and take it over?  And why did everyone leave all their furniture and shit behind?  I don’t believe any of that garbage about people disappearing and cults or aliens or whatever, but it’s fucking weird, man.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been in those other ones!  They’re just houses.  This one was...I don’t know.  I know it looked normal, but it sure as hell didn’t feel that way,” Scott said, his exposed flesh breaking out in goosebumps.  “We never should’ve gone down in that basement.”

Ryan shrugged.  “At least we didn’t find ‘animal’ bones in this one.”

“Didn’t we?  What was under that weird pile of fungus that just happened to be about as long and wide as a person?  The way that yellow stuff spider-webbed up the walls and around the room?  Never seen anything like it,” Scott shuddered.

Ryan rolled his eyes.  “It was just an old fruit cellar.  Probably some ancient food or something that’s been rotting down there.”

“Behind an iron door?!  It wasn’t a fruit cellar, dude, it was a cave!  All the other walls were cinder blocks, but that one was raw stone.  Someone built that house on top of it and put a metal door there on purpose.  If the hinges weren’t so rusted and crumbling we never would’ve gotten it open.  And don’t give me that fucking look, bro.  I saw you jump when that gross gust of wind shot out.”

“Fine, maybe it was an old bomb shelter?  Those were popular back then, right?”  Ryan squirmed, his furry skin crawling at the memory of the luminescent mold and the way it snaked around the damp enclosure.  His friend had a point, but he didn’t want to admit it.  It had taken both of their athletic frames to force the old door open, and as soon as they had an uncomfortably warm breath of foetid wind burst forth.  They’d gagged as the sickly sweet smell of decay wormed its way up their nostrils, only sticking around long enough for a quick glance at the moldy interior before darting up the rickety stairs and out of the house into the cleaner air of the forest.  That had been a week ago, and every night since the pair found themselves in the grip of a confusing lust.  Neither of them knew who the stunning blonde was, only that he was perfection made flesh.  His chiseled frame and gorgeous, statuesque features were that of a man about their own age, but his eyes felt ancient.  Whoever he was he carried himself with an air of command, an overwhelming confidence that made Ryan and Scott want to do whatever he told them to.  And they did.  After the first night they’d both been so caught off guard by the fact that they’d just spent hours pleasing a naked god that they didn’t stop to think about their surroundings.  It wasn’t until the third that Ryan, while slamming his meaty, hairy globes up and down on the blonde’s massive cock, realized he was in the living room of the abandoned house.  It was no longer decayed and rotting but stood in its full, mid-century majesty, a state that Scott found it in while his bellowing cries echoed off the walls during his own version of the dream.  And if there had been any lingering doubts about their location, they were shattered on the fifth night when the man led each of them respectively down into the basement and through the brass door.  What waited on the other side, though, was far from a dark cave.  Ryan gave a defeated sigh and polished off the rest of his beer, trying not to think too hard about the question he was preparing to ask.  “So did you guys fuck too?”

“We sure did,” Scott said with a short laugh.  “He fucked me, at least.  You?”

Ryan nodded.  He could feel his stout cock starting to go rigid, but trying to conceal it suddenly seemed unimportant.  “It felt so real, right?  I mean...my ass was actually sore when I woke up.  I could still fuckin’ taste him.  I know it was just my own from when I blew all over my sheets, but I even found cum on my thighs.”

“Same,” Scott said, ignoring his own bouncing shorts as his cock spasmed awake at the memory.  “It wasn’t like a dream at all.  You know how you usually fall asleep and wake up, but it’s like no time has passed?  This wasn’t that.  It felt like I’d just spent eight hours getting my brains fucked out.  Best sex of my life, too.  And you know that’s saying something coming from me.”

Ryan’s mouth watered as he watched the growing tent in Scott’s shorts, remembering how much he’d enjoyed the blonde’s thick log stretching his stubble-covered jaw.  He was still embarrassed, but since the bandaid had been ripped off he didn’t want to stop.  “Dude, it was so good.  I even almost...you know that guy at the gym who’s always flirting with me?  I actually thought about it.  Like, really considered it.”

“I can top that,” Scott said with a bashful grin.  He hopped up and scampered over to his room, his tented shorts leading the way.  He blushed a deeper shade of red at Ryan’s wide-eyed look when he returned with the large silicone cock in his hands.  “Weird that I knew how to use it, but the really weird part,” he said, tossing it to the other man, “is that it didn’t even hurt.  I’ve never done anything close to anal, ever, but this thing slips right inside.”

“How is that...this thing makes me look small,” Ryan laughed, hefting the imposing toy in his hands.  It was significantly larger than his own thick eight inches, yet not as big as the luscious cock they serviced in their dreams.  His whole body tingled as he held it, and he was hit with a sudden wave of jealousy that his friend had the nerve to follow through on his desire.  He looked down at the toy and his own straining bulge, then up at Scott’s erect state as he spoke.  “What is going on with us…” he asked, his voice low.

“I...I want to try it for real,” Scott stammered.  He let the words hang, his stomach fluttering nervously as he watched realization dawn on Ryan’s face.

A throb unlike any he’d ever felt tore through Ryan’s stocky frame, but he felt like he should at least make an attempt at denial.  “Wait...you mean you want us to...with each other?”  He bit back a groan at Scott’s silent nod, his hands reflexively stroking the plastic rod.  “But...but that’s crazy, dude.  We’re not…”

“You’re about to nut in your shorts and you look like you can’t wait to shove that thing up your ass,” Scott laughed, peeling out of his tank-top.  He sent his shorts and boxers to the floor next, his toned pecs heaving as he stood naked and hard in front of his friend.

Ryan whimpered.  It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Scott naked and hard.  They’d shared enough dorms and showers and locker rooms over the years to be well versed in the other’s body.  They’d even fucked in the same room, and most recently there’d been a two-month period where they’d shared a bed while Scott had been hunting for the apartment in which they currently sat.  Instead of sleeping on an uncomfortable couch Ryan had let him have half of his queen, and they’d quickly gotten used to waking up hard in each other’s arms.  There hadn’t been anything sexual about it at the time, but now Ryan couldn’t stop himself from lunging forward, clamping onto Scott’s firm little cheeks, and swallowing all of the other man’s aching rod.  Like his friend and the dildo, Ryan found himself bobbing, sucking and licking with surprising ease, as if he’d actually spent several hours with another man’s dick in his mouth as opposed to this being his first time.  He loved it so much that he had to force himself to momentarily pause when Scott reached down and pulled his muscle shirt up.  Ryan raised his burly arms and sat back just long enough for the draping top to be pulled free before impaling his supposedly-virgin mouth once more.

“O...okay...give me a turn…” Scott said, his fingers stroking through his friend’s thick black hair.  “I already know I like GETTING blown.”  He had to finally push Ryan’s head back to get the other man to stop, and he followed through with the momentum to shove his friend prone on the couch.  He threw himself on top of the shorter man before Ryan could sit up, pressing their lips together in a wild kiss that the stocky stud returned just as aggressively.  He worked his mouth down from the other man’s surprisingly soft lips, through the dense forest of hair on Ryan’s brawny pecs, and over the firm, furry abs that loomed just above the damp, bulging shorts.  Scott tugged them down, taking his friend’s briefs with them, and ran his tongue up the inside of the shorter hunk’s meaty thigh on the return trip.  “I love how big this thing is,” he said, pumping Ryan’s fat log while the other man squirmed and blushed beneath him.  “Always made me kind of jealous, but now I’m glad you’ve got it.”

“MMMMhhhhmmm…” Ryan moaned when Scott’s face dropped and his friend swallowed as much of the girthy pole as he could.  Looking down over his forested torso at the sight of the other man’s bobbing, light brown hair sent a shot of pure pleasure down his spine, threatening to push him over the edge before they’d barely begun.  He assumed Scott had come to the same conclusion when the other man stopped slurping a few moments later, but then he watched his legs be lifted into the air and onto his friend’s broad shoulders.  There was an expectant pause, and then Ryan felt himself nod.  “HOOOOOOUUHHHHH!” he howled as Scott’s cum-and-spit-slick rod jammed inside.  Just as his friend had reported there was no pain, only an overwhelming bliss that sent Ryan’s overloaded senses reeling.  When they finally came back the brawny beefcake found himself staring slack-jawed at his hairy pecs as they bounced up and down from the force of Scott’s pounding hips, his plump globes rippling with each impact.  “Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck…” he whined, his fingers biting into the sofa.

“Thought we’d...do you first…” Scott grunted.  “How...is it…?”

“Puuhh...perfect...don’t stop...don’t stop…” Ryan groaned, his head spinning.  Though Scott continued to loom over him, the apartment kept flashing back to the house from his dreams.  And even though they were locked in a lustful embrace, they were somehow in motion, seeming to float through the house and down the basement stairs.  It wasn’t until they were in front of the yawning brass door that a wave of fear punched through Ryan’s ecstasy-riddled brain, but by then it was too late.  “Wai...wait...wait!” he said, grabbing Scott’s forearms as they pinned him against the couch.  His friend slowed, but didn’t stop entirely.  “In the dreams...when you went through the door in the basement...where did you go?”

Scott stopped thrusting but stayed inside his friend’s eager hole.  The look of unfiltered lust on his sharp features dropped, taking on a fearful cast.  “I don’t...I don’t know.  It was dark and loud and there was music and flashing lights.  I think it was some kind of club?  But not like a regular club.  The guys were mostly naked and I was still getting fucked, but not just by Him anymore, by anyone who wanted to.  On the stage...on the bar...god it was good.  When I wasn’t doing that I was dancing?  My outfits changed too...it was weird.”  Scott seemed surprised by how long he’d been talking, and by the look of recognition on Ryan’s face.  “Holy shit...you too?”

“Yeah but I was...oh god...I was wearing a diaper and a bib and had a pacifier in my mouth.  I only ever took it out to blow a guy and if I didn’t put it right back I...I…” Ryan’s eyes went wide as his thumb drifted towards his mouth and slipped inside.  A wave of horrifying contentment washed over him while he sucked on the stubby digit, his stomach dropping at the accompanying memories.  He saw himself strutting around the club in his dreams, clad in the diaper and sucking on the pacifier as he walked around with trays full of shot glasses and was pawed at by the hungry crowd.  His outfits also changed the way Scott stated, though they were always in the same vein.  Sometimes it was just a diaper and maybe a too-small t-shirt that barely covered his plump pecs, while other times it was an assless onesie that highlighted his stocky muscle and left his hairy globes hanging free.  More alarming, though, was the knowledge that while he wasn’t allowed to take any of it off or put any of it on, the many eager men around him could pay for that privilege.  “Wha...wha’m ah doin’...” he finally stammered around the invading thumb.

“I don’t...I don’t know!” Scott cried, his hips slowly picking up speed once more.  “Wait...wait...where are we going?!  Is that the door?  I...I don’t know if we should…” he said, a faraway look in his eyes.

“MMMm...oh fuh...oh fuuuuuuhhhhh…” Ryan groaned, sucking harder than ever on the thumb.  He was already halfway over the threshold, his old life slipping away with each suck.  As the apartment faded, he tried to tell himself he wasn’t really some go-go fetish boy.  He worked in an IT department, he didn’t roll around on a blanket in some sex club, sucking his thumb and flashing his hairy hole and fat cock every time someone wanted to “change” him.

Scott was fighting a similar battle as he stepped through the door.  He felt his life as a straight jock working his way up the insurance ladder vanish, replaced by endless, hedonistic debauchery.  He saw himself writhing in jockstraps and thongs and lingerie and leather, all eyes focused on his handsome frame as he was taken in every position imaginable for the hungry crowd.  Unlike the dreams he now saw Ryan’s diaper clad bulk lumbering around, as well as several other men he didn’t recognize, but who he felt an instant solidarity with. He wondered for a moment if they’d also ventured into that house and disturbed whatever strange forces lurked within, and then he felt himself fall over the edge.  The lean stud spasmed as he came, his nostrils filling with the sweat and musk of the crowd, the couch replaced by the sensation of Ryan’s blanket against his knees.  The sight of the other man’s powerful arm flexing while he frantically sucked on his thumb was a sharp contrast, and Scott heard the cheers over the deafening music when his hairy friend’s oozing monster erupted moment’s later, covering his furry torso with ropey strands.

There was a pause as the two friends stared at each other in stunned silence, but when Scott finally opened his mouth it wasn’t to ask a question.  He pulled out and let Ryan’s legs drop, casually climbing to his feet and grinning down at the other man as his friend smiled coyly up at the crowd from around his thumb.  Looking around, he saw a sculpted, middle-aged man dancing on a platform, his tiny cock wedged into a metal cage, while a thong-clad hunk flitted around behind the bar nearby.  A few other men of varying size, shape, and age, as well as  arousal and undress, worked their way through the throng with drinks and trays, taking the place of the stunned pairs’ former coworkers.  The stage was currently empty, but Scott knew it wouldn’t be for long as he surveyed the mostly naked crowd.  “If one of you fine fellows wants to clean up this lil’ teddy bear, go see Tim at the bar.  Or, if you want to give him something else to suck on,” he said, reaching over and tugging on the exposed cock of the heavyset man next to him, “just let us know.”  Scott felt the remaining fear slip through his fingers as he spoke, replaced by a giddy eagerness as he looked down at his friend.  “Just about anything goes at the Fruit Cellar...isn’t that right, big guy?”

Ryan lifted and shook his meaty legs, his hefty cock flopping over a bulky thigh as he grinned and nodded excitedly.