Another Notch, ch. 2 (Patreon)

The old Hank wanted to crawl under a rock and hide as the other man openly looked him up and down.  The brawny bull was a friend, a peer, someone he’d played football and gotten into drunken brawls with, not someone who should have been ogling him like he was a chick at the bar.  But instead of turning and running, or even looking remotely uncomfortable, Hank slinked over with a seductive smile.  “Charmer,” he said, bending down to give the top of Jay’s smooth scalp a peck while rubbing the broad gut that pressed against his friend’s t-shirt.  “Who else is on today?”

“Trev was here until about half an hour ago.  Mike called and said they could use him at the shop since it’s been slooooooow,” Jay said, motioning at the quiet warehouse behind him.  They provided car parts to a local chain of garages, and though business had been picking up as the area grew, there were still more slow days than not.  Hank loved it since the job was as easy as they came, even when he had to go fill in at one of the shops and change oil or repair a tire, and Mike was just as easy a boss.  Like with Jay they’d grown up together, and as long as the work got done he paid well and didn’t care to ask questions.  “So it’s just the two of us,” the bigger man grinned, snapping one of the exposed straps of Hank’s jock before slipping a hand up into his friend’s shorts.  Instead of pulling away or at least tensing, Hank pressed back against the other man’s rough palm, a shiver running up his spine.  “And you know what that means.”

“I do?”  The flustered brunette actually didn’t, but the question sounded more coy than confused.

“Don’t think you’re flirting your way outta this one,” Jay laughed, giving the hairy cheek a squeeze.  “One, you still owe me for covering your shift last week when you were too hungover to come in, and two, you never paid what you owed for losing that bet on the game,” he said, his free hand tugging down the front of Hank’s shorts.  “So I think that entitles me to these and that shirt for the rest of the day.”

Hank was already peeling out of the pointless top.  He did it slowly, flexing every inch of his well-muscled torso in the process.  He wished he could feel even a fraction of the humiliation he expected as Jay’s pudgy hands slid down his thighs, but he was all smiles as he stepped out of the equally pointless shorts and stood in nothing but his jock and work boots.  “Better?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the growing lump in his friend’s pants.  Since the beefy man was straight the sight didn’t make any more sense than his own behavior, but something as minor as supposed heterosexuality hadn’t stopped Colby, either.

Jay licked his lips and nodded, letting out a long whistle.  “Think I might be too distracted to get much done, though,” he winked.  “Tell you what...you handle the work and I’ll take care of the handoff when someone comes for an order.  Unless you think they’ll give you a bigger tip dressed like that?”

“You know they would,” Hank said, flexing his arms behind his head.

Jay sighed and shook his head before giving the other man’s bare cheeks a loud swat.  “Maybe we’ll find out.  Until then, why don’t you go put those pretty muscles to work straightening up the tire bay?  I was supposed to do it today, but lucky me, I’ve got you.”

Hank hated the way he practically giggled as he scampered off to the back of the warehouse to begin arranging tires.  It was a grueling job that everyone hated, but as the sweat began to glisten against his exposed frame, all the stripped stud could focus on was the giddy thrill from being basically naked at work.  Hank started to feel a bit relieved when a slight rush of embarrassment finally managed to peek through, though that faded when he realized all it did was turn him on even more.  The thought that anyone could walk through the doors and see him in nothing but boots and a tented jock was more exciting than anything else, no matter how much he desperately wished otherwise.

He kept replaying the events of the morning in his mind, both because he confusingly wanted to relive the sensation of Colby’s thick cock hitting the back of his throat, and to try and wrap his head around what was happening.  He didn’t know how, but Hank was certain it had something to do with his new headboard.  The way the latest notch had formed by itself, and the way his memories of the others had shifted, all pointed to the otherwise mundane piece of furniture being the culprit.  Hank felt ridiculous even thinking it, but then his current circumstances were much moreso.

He’d heard the legends about the farmhouse where he’d reclaimed the wood, and how it used to be inhabited by an old witch.  The place had been abandoned as long as he’d been alive, and he’d never given much credence to the old stories one way or the other since there was no shortage of them in the area.  Every acre of land in the entire county was either populated by ghosts, bigfoots or aliens, and if a witch actually had lived there she clearly didn’t anymore.  It wasn’t like he’d been responsible for her house coming down, and Hank didn’t see the harm in taking wood that was just going to be thrown away.  But even his toxicaly masculine mind could recognize how his behavior towards women might be frowned upon by such a person.  The only question was whether he could still make amends.

“Uh...I’m sorry, okay?  I didn’t mean anything by it, honest,” he said aloud, feeling foolish.

“For what?”  Hank started at Jay’s unexpected voice behind him.  He didn’t know how long the other man had been standing there watching him, but as he turned and saw his friend massaging the outlined cock in his pants, his current circumstances felt far more like a blessing than a curse.  “I wasn’t actually mad about you not paying me back, bud.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, okay.  Good.  I just wanted to be sure,” Hank stammered, flustered by the way his cock shot to attention.

“But if you reeeaaaaally wanted to make it up to me...” Jay reached over and hooked a finger in Hank’s pouch, pulling it aside and letting the other man’s aching club spring free.  “We could always swing by your place after work.  Layla’s home with the kid so it’d have to be quick, unless you like getting dirty on the floor here.”

Hank was squeezing Jay’s bulge before the words left his mouth.  “Why not both,” he said, his voice low and deep as he undid the other man’s pants.  An increasingly familiar thrill tore through him at the feeling of Jay’s fat, throbbing meat filling his hand, and for the second time that day Hank found himself gagging on another man’s cock.  The flavor was different than Colby’s, as was the way the wide organ stretched his jaw, and how his face brushed against Jay’s thick midsection, but the kneeling hunk loved it just as much.  He was swallowing the salty load almost as soon as he’d started, feeling slightly disappointed that his own aching rocket hadn’t launched yet.

“Whooooooo boy...I need you to think I’m pissed off more often,” Jay laughed, pulling free.  He read the look of disappointment in Hank’s eyes, and he spun the other man around as he guided him to his feet.  “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you hanging,” he cooed, bending Hank forward against a stack of tires.

The panting pretty-boy went up on his toes when a series of stubby, cum-slick fingers pushed in through what should have been his virgin hole.  Instead of resisting, the eager orifice sucked them in, sending waves of bliss crashing over him.  “OOOooohhhh…oh fuck...don’t...don’t stop...” he whined, trying not to think about the fact that he was bent over a pile of tires, frantically jerking himself off while Jay fingered him right there in the warehouse.  He knew he shouldn’t be doing any of it, but stopping was the last thing Hank wanted, especially when his friend reached around and began tweaking one of his nipples.  The penetrated stud had never felt so vulnerable and out of control or turned on in his life, a fact that was reflected in the wailing geyser of cum that erupted from him moments later.  He could hear his bellowing scream of bliss echoing around the warehouse, could feel his normally stoic features twisting into a pained mask, but he couldn’t fathom the idea of not wanting any of it.  Instead the opposite was true, and already Hank was counting down the minutes until Jay’s fingers were replaced with the hefty organ he’d just given a tongue bath.

“You sure know how to flatter a dude,” Jay sighed, giving Hank’s furry cheeks a final squeeze as he pulled his fingers free.  “Layla never seems half as excited.”

“Can’t...imagine why…” Hank panted, leaning against the tires for support.  “Those fingers are magic.”  He was too blissed-out from the overwhelming release to worry about the fact that he’d just complimented another man for fingering him, and when it finally occurred to him a few minutes later, he was too busy trying to get Jay as naked as he was.  “Come on...at least get a little more comfortable,” he pouted, lifting the bigger man’s shirt up to his cannonball shoulders.  He loved the sight of the plump pecs and prominent gut underneath, and the way his friend’s full face blushed at the idea.

“Later.  One of us has to be dressed if someone shows up,” Jay said, reluctantly pulling his shirt back into place.

“Fiiiiine,” Hank sighed.  He slipped his softened hose back into the jockstrap and finished stacking the tires just as a series of orders came in.  He pulled the parts, and then barely resisted the urge to greet Jonah when he came to pick them up.  The stocky older man was always in a bad mood, and Hank was hit with the sudden impulse to cheer him up.  It was due in no small part to the brunette’s increasing desire to experiment with all shapes and sizes of available dick in town, but Jay managed to convince him that it might be a bridge too far, even for a laidback boss like Mike.

By the time they were done for the day, Hank had almost forgotten what he’d been so worked up about that morning.  When it came time to lock up, he didn’t even bother putting his meager scraps of clothes back on.  The warehouse was surrounded by open farmland and the road outside wasn’t busy, and he wanted to give Jay extra incentive to follow through on his earlier promise about their after work activities.

He climbed into his truck and slipped out of the jock while Jay finished locking the doors.  “Just so you don’t change your mind about happy hour,” he giggled, waving the skimpy underwear out the window.  Instead of being horrified at the thought of driving naked and hard through town, Hank just beamed, loving, not dreading, the prospect of someone seeing him.  Jay gave a pained whimper and practically ran to his car, staying glued to the other man’s bumper on the seemingly endless trek from the warehouse.

They were on each other as soon as they made it back to Hank’s.  Colby wasn’t home, but it wouldn’t have mattered if he was as the brunette was insistent on finally getting his heaping friend naked.  He had Jay’s pants and boxers off before the back door had even finished closing, leaving the bigger man’s shirt in the kitchen as they careened through the house.  Hank was like a man possessed.  He hopped up and wrapped his sturdy legs around his friend’s midsection, letting Jay toy with his ravenous hole as the beefy hulk carried him upstairs to his room.

Like when he’d been bent over at the shop, Hank had never felt anything like it.  The sensation of being tossed around and manhandled was electric, causing him to nearly burst as his cock wedged against the other man’s firm gut.  It was a scene that had played out countless times in the old house, only during previous encounters Hank had been the one carrying a giggling girl up the stairs, not being the one hefted himself.

He never wanted to go back.  He never wanted to be the one in the driver’s seat again.  It all paled in comparison to the pure ecstasy that came from letting someone else take charge.  He was Horny Hank; it was his job to wear slutty clothes and get other guys off, not tell them what to do.

The wrongness of that thought hit him just as Jay was lowering them onto his bed.  Hank had forgotten all about the ominous headboard until that moment, and it was already too late.  As soon as he was prone on the mattress his legs were on Jay’s shoulders and the meaty man was inside him.

“OOHHHHOOUUuuuhhHHHH!”  Hank howled, his fingers digging into the bed and his back arching.  His head fell back, his vision blurring from the overwhelming intensity and his ears ringing with the sudden sound of loud grinding.  He looked up in time to see another mark gouge itself into the wood as Jay started talking.

“Don’t...don’t know how I got...so lucky to work with such a….beautiful...big titted...bimbo…” the broad bull of a man grunted.  “And I mean that...in the...best way...possible…” he said, a smug grin on his face.

Hank gasped, feeling like he’d been punched in the chest when his sculpted pecs began ballooning moments later.  The muscled mounds inflated as if a pump had been attached, easily tripling in size until they were a massive, misproportioned shelf of muscle.  They were still firm, but the excessive growth added an exaggerated bounce to them as Jay slammed into him, each jiggling ripple sending a toe-curling dart of bliss shooting through him.  When the bigger man started thumbing his enlarged nipples, Hank thrashed and whimpered like he’d been attached to a live wire, the cock in his rear almost an afterthought.  It occurred to him that he should be horrified by the transformation.  His once-proportional pecs had become bloated, hypersensitive showpieces, constantly begging for attention, but he couldn’t quite hold onto that thought.

Or any thought.  With each thrust and bounce, Hank felt a thickening haze drape itself over his mind.  He tried to resist it, to hold onto the knowledge of the headboard and what was happening, but after only a few moments he couldn’t remember why he kept staring at the slamming slab of wood so intently.  For one fleeting, final moment it felt important, and then it was gone, replaced by hiccuping, disjointed thoughts of the bliss rapidly pushing him towards the edge.

His view obscured by the jutting shelf, Hank didn’t know if it was his cock or Jay’s that blasted all over the underside of his juicy new muscle tits, nor did he particularly care.  All that mattered was how good it felt.

“Oh...oh fuuuuuuuuck baby, that was fun,” he moaned, stretching like a cat when Jay pulled free and let his legs drop.

“Best pussy in town,” the big man laughed, reaching down to give Hank’s inflated pecs a squeeze.  “Best tits, too.”

Hank giggled and sat up, a vague stab of fear piercing the giddy haze when he saw his reflection.  The sight of his too-smooth features, the nose that had shrank to a small button, and the overly-full lips struck him as wrong, but he couldn’t quite figure out why.  The sensation passed after a moment, his smile returning as he batted his thick, perfectly manicured lashes.  “Do you haaaave to go,” he pouted, putting a hand on Jay’s meaty thigh.

The beefy man took a deep breath and let it out slowly, checking his watch before reaching over and giving Hank’s muscled shelf another squeeze.  “I could probably spare a few more minutes.”

The top-heavy hunk fell back and pulled his friend on top of him, looking up at the series of scratches in the headboard.  Now in his permanently addled state, Hank mistakenly thought his earlier concern was rooted in growing his collection.  He knew a repeat performance like this wouldn’t earn him another notch, but that rule no longer seemed nearly so important.  He had plenty already, and he had no doubt there would still be plenty more to come, especially with an incessant hunger like his.  Once he and Jay were done he could always go out and find someone new, unless Colby wanted to keep him busy first.  Either way, he wasn’t going to complain.

Hank hefted his legs into the air again and pursed his plumped lips, his battered hole aching with hunger as if it hadn’t just been pummeled by the bigger man.  “Ready for round two?”