Pleasure Road (Patreon)

“Is this it?”  Ian crept towards the edge, testing the remains of the bridge with a tentative foot before putting his full weight on the foundation.  They’d been hiking through the dusky woods for the past two hours, the shadows steadily growing longer and darker as the sun slipped towards the horizon.  It made for a stunning view from the ruined bridge.  The sky was an ombre inferno, with deep crimson giving way to lighter shades of red, orange and yellow with a night-black sky creeping in at the edges.  Below, the forested valley was a darkening pool of silhouettes, the tops of pointy pines jutting out of the rolling canopy while the nocturnal population began chirping to life around them.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Myles laughed as he stepped next to Ian on the steel ledge.  The fragments of metal jutted out of the hillside like a broken tooth, all that remained of the former road which used to span the gap between their cliff and the one that loomed a quarter mile in the distance.  He slipped an arm around the other man’s trim waist, nestling against the brunette’s shirtless, sculpted torso when a brawny arm fell protectively around him as he neared the edge.

“No, it’s not that,” Ian said, bending down to kiss the top of the lean man’s head.  “It’s gorgeous.  I just thought it’d be creepy.”

Myles looked back over a bony shoulder at the growing dark behind them.  “Give it about twenty minutes.”

“You mean when we’re making out in the moonlight under all these stars?”  Ian tousled the smaller man’s sandy hair as he looked up at the pale dots of light winking to life.

Myles paused for a brief kiss before responding, a hand drifting up to Ian’s granite chest.  “Making out, yes.  Stars, yes.  Moonlight, no.  It’s new tonight.  Good news is the stars will look stellar.  Bad news is that we won’t be seeing much else.  Drink in the view now, I guess.”

“I already am,” Ian said, his ice-blue eyes locked on his partner’s.

“Oh.  My.  God,” Myles laughed, pulling out of the other man’s grip and stepping back onto solid ground.  “You can’t turn it off, can you?”

“My effortless charm?  Nope, sure can’t.”  Ian gave a smug grin as he folded his chiseled arms behind his head, showing off the athletic taper to his strapping torso.  A wiry dusting of chocolate hair coated the tanned, bulging muscle, accentuating rather than obscuring the rivers of definition coursing over his gym-built frame.  His discarded tank-top hung from the waist of the small cargo shorts, the bright fabric drawing attention like a flag to his ample, muscled globes, powerful thighs, and stuffed bulge.

Myles rolled his eyes.  “Charm is certainly one word for it.”  The slight blonde couldn’t have been more different from his brawny lover.  Where Ian was broad and burly Myles was tight and wiry, with an efficient, compact frame.  He stood a few inches shorter than the brunette, his own tank-top still clinging to his thin torso while it draped down past the waist of his fitted shorts and  came to a rest on his perky little bubble.  Both were handsome in their own way, Ian with his strong jaw and boy-next-door features, while Myles sported sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin, each acting as the perfect contrast to the other.

“You’re right,” Ian nodded, flexing his abs.  ‘Stunning looks’ and ‘radiant masculinity’ are also appropriate.”  Still at the edge, he started rolling his hips while Myles watched, a hand slowly slipping down to pop the fly and undo the zipper of his cargo shorts.  With a bright patch of his neon-orange briefs exposed, he pulled the tank-top free from his waist and spun the shirt above his head before tossing it to the other man, letting the shorts fall to his ankles in the process.  He turned his back as he stepped out of them, flexing and shaking his ample cheeks when he carefully bent and pulled them free, the bright orange fabric practically glowing above the dark valley below him.

“Would you please be careful on that ledge,” Myles said, his face flushed and his eyes glued to Ian’s statuesque silhouette.

The brief-clad hunk hopped off the ledge and walked over, his grin spreading as he beamed down at his uncomfortable lover.  He swallowed Myles in his arms and pulled him close, grinding his hefty bulge into the smaller man’s stomach as he bent for a kiss.  “C’mon babe...this is what we came up here for, right?”

Despite his embarrassment, Myles’s hands were in constant motion as they slid up and down Ian’s broad back, eventually slipping beneath the straining briefs to clutch the solid cheeks contained within.  “Easy for you to say, Mr. Locker Room.  Not everyone has spent as much time naked around other people as you have.  You’re the stunningly masculine one, remembeeEYYY!”  Myles broke off in a yelp when Ian tugged his shorts down without warning, taking his briefs with them.  The smaller man’s impressively sized, twitching cock sprung to life in the warm evening air, but his lover’s iron grip kept him from moving to cover himself.

“We’ve talked about this,” Ian whispered, his lips working down Myles’s slender neck as he kneaded the blonde’s bare cheeks.

Myles stopped struggling, though he was still tense in the other man’s strong arms.  “I know, I know, I just...what if someone comes up here?”

“Then they’d be in luck,” Ian laughed, spinning Myles in his arms so that his wiry lover faced the way they’d come.  He ground his tented pouch against the other man’s rear, one hand lifting the front of Myles’s tank-top while the other wrapped around his lover’s aching pole.  At just under seven inches it was already above average, but the throbbing girder looked massive against the blonde’s slight frame as Ian worked a meaty fist along its length.  “Besides...isn’t this what people used to come up here specifically to do?  It was called ‘Pleasure Road’ wasn’t it?”

Myles sighed, momentarily forgetting his embarrassment as he leaned back against Ian and let the other man have his way with him.  “Not...not at first,” he stammered, reaching behind to fish his lover’s shorter, thicker cock free.  He couldn’t get Ian’s briefs down from his current angle, but he succeeded in springing the aching member from its elastic confines.  “Before the bridge collapsed it was just State Route 137.”

“Mmm...a history class,” Ian said, his voice low and breathy as he let go of Myles’s cock and lifted the other man’s tank-top.  The thin blonde raised his arms to let it be pulled free, giving a quiet grunt when Ian spun him back around and pressed their rigid cocks together.  After another, longer kiss he stepped back and took a seat on the forest floor, grinning up at Myles.  “Go on, Professor,” he said as he slipped his briefs down his meaty thighs.

Myles felt his whole body go crimson.  Standing on display in their bedroom, naked and hard, was enough of a challenge.  Doing so outside in public, even in a remote area where the chances of discovery were exceedingly low, made Myles want to crawl under a rock and hide.  “I don’t start my Teaching Assistant position til next semester,” he grinned, moving forward to sit next to Ian until the other man stopped him.

“Uh-uh.  Finish your lecture first,” the brunette stud insisted, a hand sliding lazily up and down his solid member as he gazed at the blushing blonde.  “Better get used to it...going to be a lot of students wishing they could do this in your classes.”

Myles felt his stomach flutter as he watched the handsome hunk.  They’d been together since their sophomore year at the university, but it was like the first time all over again whenever he looked at Ian.  He took a deep breath and tried to ignore how nervous he was as he continued.  “People still don’t know what caused the bridge to collapse.  Even its construction was plagued with accidents, and it took them nearly as long to build it as the whole thing lasted.  Five years after they finished, down it went.”  Myles nodded to the remaining structure and the cliff behind Ian.  “Luckily it went down at night so there was no one on it, but after everything that happened they figured it was easier to just divert the whole highway than to try and put the bridge back.  Which brings us,” he said, pausing to give his cock a bashful stroke, “to Pleasure Road.”

“Nice emphasis,” Ian grinned, turning on one of their LED lanterns.  He left it on low, illuminating just enough of the clearing to let them see each other.  “Let me see it again.”

“You’re actually sitting on the remains,” Myles said, giving his cock another tug as instructed.  He rooted around with his foot until he hit a solid patch of asphalt beneath the detritus.  “I mean...it makes sense, right?  A winding road through gorgeous forest that dead-ends at a stunning overlook...what else would people use it for?  Especially back in the early ‘60s.  There’s not a lot to do around here now, so you can imagine what it was like then.”

Ian sat back, his cock pointing straight up and his arms inflating as they supported his weight.  “Okay, but I’m still not hearing anything creepy.  The bridge part is a little weird, sure…”

“No talking in class,” Myles spat.  “Don’t make me spank you in front of everyone, young man.”

“Yes sir,” Ian barked, sitting upright.  “But...what if I want you to spank me in front of everyone?”

“This is History, not Psychology,” Myles shrugged.  “And the creepy part happened the night when everyone changed.  People all over the area had been reporting strange lights for years.  Hell, we’ve seen them even nowadays.  They even saw them when they were building the bridge.  They say they’re just a natural phenomenon given the elevation and the woods and the atmospheric conditions.  But ‘natural phenomena’ don’t usually cause local officials to wall off a road.  You saw that barricade on the way up.  This wasn’t just a ‘road closed’ sign.  After what happened they didn’t want anyone coming up here.  They actually used to patrol it up until the 90s, but by that point I guess they either forgot about what happened or figured it was so overgrown that no one would mess with it anymore.”

Ian settled back onto his arms and nodded between them.  “Clearly not the case.  So what happened?”

“You have to give them some credit.  Think about it.  I only heard about this place because I stumbled on it researching my thesis.  Considering how popular stuff like this is on the internet, it’s a miracle that everyone on campus hasn’t been here.”  Myles shrugged again.  “As for what happened, it depends on who you believe.  There are a dozen people, seven men and five women, who all insist that they aren’t who everyone thinks they are.  A dozen people went up Pleasure Road that night, and a dozen people came back down,  but they weren’t the SAME people.  Those five women all insisted that they used to be the five men, and vice versa.  There were a pair of guys fooling around up here that night too, but even each of them claimed to have been the other.”

“Okay...yeah...that’s creepy,” Ian said, his eyes glancing around at the wall of darkness surrounding their small patch of illumination.  “But, I mean, it’s crazy, right?  How could they just swap?”

“That’s just it.  It wasn’t a simple one-to-one exchange of personalities.  Let’s say a dark-haired guy came up with his red-headed girlfriend that night.  The people who came back down were a dark-haired girl and a red-headed guy.  But even then most people didn’t believe them.  To just about everyone else it was as if they’d always been like that.  Even pictures and belongings had changed.  The people themselves always remembered how things were, but luckily there were a few others as well, which is probably why this even got recorded in the first place.  Some of the parents still remembered having a quarterback son, not a curvy daughter, or that they should have a petite little girl instead of a lumbering man.  Apparently enough scraps of proof remained to get someone’s attention and close off the area.  I don’t know what happened to the people, but it was sixty years ago, so who knows if any of them are even still around.  I found an article one of them wrote from the late 80s...one of the guys-turned-girls had become something of a mathematician, and they had a theory that it all came down to the angles.  I couldn’t really follow the logic because, you know, math, but they said it was something to do with the way the bridge was built...that the angles, coupled with the natural topography, essentially formed some kind of symbol that tore a hole in the fabric of reality.  They even said the guy who drew up the plans knew what he was doing and did it on purpose.  Crazy, I know. ”  There was a long pause when Myles finished.

“Holy shit.  That’s...there’s no way that’s real!” Ian finally laughed, wrapping an arm around the other man as Myles dropped to the ground next to him.  He raised an eyebrow after another quick kiss, rolling them over so that he was on top.  “Can you even imagine?”

Myles shook his head as he folded his hands beneath it.  “Nope.  Talk about a mind-fuck.  Think about it...what would you even do if one of your dudes from the gym suddenly showed up as a girl?  And we’re not just talking about them getting tits and a pussy.  We’re talking about a dude going from six-foot-three and two-seventy-five down to a curvy, five-foot little waif.”

“Kind of hot, actually,” Ian said, working his mouth down Myles’s toned chest and flat stomach.  “At least the dudes didn’t have to worry.”

“Whuu...what,” Myles grunted as the other man swallowed his rigid club and began bobbing.  “You mean you...wouldn’t be a little...alarmed if we...suddenly switched...places?”

Ian let his rolling tongue respond first.  “It’d be an adjustment,” he said when he eventually lifted his mouth free.  He flexed his broad shoulders and straddling arms for emphasis, giving the underside of Myles’s shaft a lingering lick.  “But would I be devastated to end up as an adorable stud like you?”  With the blonde’s cock slick and glistening, Ian clambered up, straddled the prone man with his strong thighs, and then slowly lowered himself on the waiting pole.  “MMMmmmm...does that answer the question?”  He started rocking, working the lengthy member deeper and deeper while Myles clutched at his legs.  “What...what about you?”

Myles laughed, his eyes wide as Ian’s muscled globes sent wave after wave of pleasure through him.  “I...I think I could adjust...to some stunning looks…” he gasped.

Ian bent down for a kiss, pausing with his lips just above the other man’s.  “I told you...you’re already there,” he purred before completing the circuit.

With their eyes closed and their bodies locked, neither man saw the bright flashes of rainbow illumination that tore across the sky.  They could feel their bodies changing in each other’s arms, but they couldn’t pull away or cease their lustful groping.  Without visual confirmation, Myles couldn’t tell if Ian was undergoing an extreme reduction or if it was just the combination of his growth and the other man’s shrinking that made things feel excessive.  The blonde inflated with muscle, shooting up several inches in height as his shoulders pushed apart and his now-prominent pecs puffed outward.  His already-trim waist didn’t widen, but it did sprout a fresh set of abs while his toned legs became thick and meaty while a wiry dusting of golden hair blossomed across his chiseled new body.

At the same time, Ian felt like he was suddenly falling.  He clutched at the other man’s expanding body, his once-giant hands seeming smaller and smaller against the blonde’s firming flesh, while at the same time Myles’s dainty fingers became meaty paws against his increasingly slender frame.  Instead of straddling the other man’s lap he now sat squarely upon it, and based on the way he had to crane his neck to keep their mouths connected, Ian could already tell he’d gone down a few inches in height.

It wasn’t until they opened their eyes and saw the changes to their faces that it all became real.  Instead of looking at Ian’s lantern-jawed, All-American features, Myles stared at razor cheekbones, thin lips and a pointed chin.  “What...did that just...what the fuck…” the blonde stammered as he sat up, his eyes going wide when he heard the deeper register to his voice.  He clutched Ian’s now-smooth body against him on instinct, shivering at the way the other man’s smaller rear felt swallowing his stubby new rod.  “Oh my god!  Are you okay?!”

Ian buried his face against Myles’s slab of a chest, seeing his now-enlarged cock wedged between them for the first time.  He kept rocking his hips as he turned his head to look at his toned, shrunken arms, taken aback by how good it felt to be swallowed in the blonde’s powerful embrace instead of the other way around.  He knew what it all implied, and though it was probably just the shock, all he wanted to do was keep going.  “Yeah...I’m...I’m good…” he said, blushing when he heard a familiar, softer tone leave his mouth.  “I can’t...can’t believe this is real…” he gasped, running a hand over his diminished frame and feeling smooth skin for the first time since childhood.  “Look at me, man!”  He sat back and broke into a double bicep pose, giving a shocked laugh as his defined arms inflated only slightly.

“I...I am, believe me,” Myles grunted, the sight of his shrunken lover flexing nearly pushing him to the edge.  The diminished brunette was still as hot to him as ever, if not more so, and Myles felt an unexpected rush of embarrassment when he reached down and gripped the kind of long, thick cock that used to belong to him.  He’d never given his endowment much thought before, but now that he knew he sported a shorter, wider log like the one Ian formerly possessed he worried that the other man wouldn’t like it as much.

It was a pointless concern.  The way the wiry brunette whimpered and writhed made it clear that he was still just as fond of the new setup.  “Fffffnn...fuck, babe.  You...you never told me this was so...so hot…” Ian groaned, clutching the now-bigger man’s perfect new pecs.

“I always thought it was...pretty obvious…” Myles laughed, flexing the hairy mounds against the other man’s hands.  “I...I also get why...why you were always telling me...to stop worrying about...aboouuUUUNNHHH!”  The inflated blonde tensed and spasmed, unloading into Ian’s perky little cheeks just as the shrunken stud blasted all over the both of them.

They continued to writhe against each other as they fell back onto the forest floor, only reluctantly separating after several long minutes of pawing at one another’s altered frame.  Ian had a shell-shocked look on his face as he nestled against Myles’s expanse of muscle, his head resting on the blonde’s burly arm.  “At least we can wear each other’s clothes,” he finally laughed.

Myles was in a similar daze, simultaneously regretting that he wouldn’t be the one nestling against Ian’s larger frame anymore while at the same time absolutely loving the sensation of his tiny lover in his arms.  “So assuming this is really happening and we didn’t just fall off the end of the bridge and hit our heads...what do we do now?”

Ian rolled over and draped himself across Myles, clearly loving the novelty of the experience.  “What can we do?  You said this happened to those other people sixty years ago and they stayed like that.  I just wonder how many people will remember us as we were?”

“Fuck...good...good point.  What will everyone think?!  What if our families remember us as...as…”

Ian interrupted the blonde hunk’s stammering with a kiss.  “At least you’re still the anxious one,” he grinned.  He sat up on Myles’s lap again, this time dancing his fingers through the golden chest hair that used to belong to him while his inflated snake rested heavily against the other man’s torso.  “We’re really going to have to break you of that now, Mr. Locker Room.”

Myles reached up and stroked his meaty new hands along Ian’s thin sides, marvelling at the other man’s ability to roll with a situation, no matter how jarring or impossible.  “You always were trying to get me to lift more.”

Ian flexed again, a determined look on his face.  “And I do love a challenge.  I think it’ll be fun buffing this tight little body up.”

Myles gave Ian’s solid little bubble a squeeze, his grin faltering.  “We’re...we’re going to freak out about this later, aren’t we?”

“Oh, definitely,” Ian nodded, trying desperately not to think about the fine details.  He’d been a tall, strapping jock his entire life, and no matter how much he tried to convince himself and Myles otherwise, it would be a jarring transition to suddenly be short and slight.  Just because he’d said earlier that he wouldn’t mind a body like Myles’s didn’t mean he actually wanted to seek one out.

“Want to just keep fooling around until then,” Myles asked, his pudgy new cock already twitching back to life.

Ian scooted forward until his inflated organ brushed against the blonde’s plumped lips.  “Absolutely.”