The Exposed (Patreon)

Steve felt it slip inside.  The soles of his bare feet spasmed against the smooth wood of his apartment floor, tickled by phantom fingers that seeped through the calloused skin.  A spreading warmth followed, flowing up his rocky calves and toned thighs before settling in his tight core like a bed of coals.  The incubation period was brief, no more than a few seconds, and far too quick for Steve to react.  By the time he realized what was happening the hideous contentment had already taken root, now and forever keeping at bay troublesome emotions like fear, anxiety, dread, and humiliation.

That last part was especially useful considering what came next.  The pleasant heat bubbled beneath Steve’s abs and joined with the blood pumping through his veins, affixing itself like a parasite to the wiry young man’s nervous system.  The relationship was symbiotic as that warmth would now keep his body regulated in any environmental condition, no matter how hot or cold, as well as provide protection from elements like frostbite or sunburn.  It even took the place of his shoes, letting Steve walk around barefoot on just about any surface without sustaining the slightest injury.

Though, to be fair, “letting” may not have been the most appropriate word as Steve had no say in the matter.  Whether he wanted to continue wearing shoes or not was now a moot point, just like the rest of his clothes.  They vanished in the blink of an eye.  There was no dissolution or disrobing; one moment Steve was clad in a loose tank-top and a pair of chino shorts with boxers underneath, and the next his ripped, rock-climber’s frame was entirely bare.

Externally, there were no other changes.  His tanned, olive skin still bore the same light dusting of raven hair that matched his buzzed scalp and the stubble on his sharp cheeks.  It spread across his modest pecs and down the center of his impressive abs in a narrow line, joining with the trim bush that encircled his average cock and hefty balls.  A faint dusting coated his thighs and forearms, accentuating the striated muscles at his wrists and quads, but the majority of Steve’s lean definition was unobscured.  Spending as much time as he did shirtless outdoors, the bare young man’s torso bore an even tan, but a pale rectangle that stretched from his waist to his mid-thighs drew attention to his twitching package and solid little bubble as he hopped to his feet.

“Fuck!  What the fuck?!” he cried, his eyes wide as he stared down at his naked frame and then back up at his two friends.  Adam and Carter had come over to watch the game, a tradition they’d continued since sharing a house a few years earlier during their college days, but unlike himself his two friends were still fully clothed.  Instead of covering his exposed package, Steve held his deceptively thin, wrought-iron arms out to the side, turning in a shocked circle in search of his missing clothes.  “Where the fuck did my clothes…oh…oh no…” he whimpered, realization dawning.

“Shit!  You’ve been Exposed, dude!”  Adam scrambled out of the chair, hefting his broad, muscled frame over the cushioned arm so as to not get any closer to Steve.  Carter did the same at the opposite end of the couch, his lean frame practically somersaulting over the back.

“But…no!  That can’t…I can’t just be like this now…” Steve stammered, giving his friends a pleading look.  He was shocked and surprised, but even in the moment he was aware that he didn’t feel a fraction of the panic he knew he should.  “What do I do?!”

Carter ran a hand through his chestnut mop, trying not to stare too hard at his suddenly naked friend.  Being a trio of athletic, virile young straight men who’d shared a house during their formative years, each other’s nudity was something they’d long since grown accustomed to.  They’d routinely pranked each other by hopping naked and hard on top of a sleeping friend to wake them up in the morning, or jumping in on their shower, or sticking their dick in a box whenever someone ordered a package.  They’d fucked in the same room and watched porn and jerked off together.  Even now, at the back end of their twenties, they still sent dick-pics to each other to be funny.  But suddenly everything was different.  “Okay…okay…let’s just…be calm,” Carter said, gripping the back of the couch for support.

Adam shook his head and folded his arms over his chest.  The thin cotton of his t-shirt strained around his beefy biceps and prominent pecs, pulling up at the bottom just enough to expose the elastic band of his boxer-briefs as they poked out of his jeans.  “I can’t believe it got you too, man.  This shit’s hitting everyone.  I thought it was just in the big cities, but when it got Mark a couple weeks ago, and now you…fuck,” the broad-shouldered blonde sighed.  “Really isn’t anywhere safe from it, is there?”

“Apparently not,” Steve grunted, a hand absently rubbing at his bare abs.  He kept thinking that he should cover himself, that one of his big, rock-climber hands would do the trick, but he couldn’t get the calloused mitt to respond.  And he knew it never would.  Not for that.

Everyone talked about the Exposure like it was a virus.  They used the language of illness and disease, words like “catching” and “symptoms” and “epidemic.”  Experts reassured everyone that it wasn’t contagious and couldn’t be spread from person-to-person, but they also couldn’t explain where it came from or why adult men all over the world suddenly lost their ability to wear clothes, among other things.  Whether you were a poor, nineteen year old college student or a wealthy, retired executive in your eighties, no one was spared.  Heavy or thin, fit or average, straight or gay.  All races, all religions, all locations.  Every adult male was fair game.

When cases first started popping up a few years prior, the world ground to a halt.  Everyone went into quarantine and lockdown for months.  Affected individuals were isolated and studied while people stayed locked in their homes, out for blood on the internet to vent their frustrations.  Naturally, in the absence of effective political leadership and in the presence of such unprecedented circumstances, conspiracy theories began to run wild.  Everyone had their own idea and everyone knew better, but no one actually knew anything.  It was a game of who could yell the loudest.  And when the inconvenience of that stifled existence began to outpace the available explanations, the rationalizations started.  Other than the lack of clothes and some behavioral changes the affected men seemed perfectly healthy and happy.  Why couldn’t the world get up and running again?  A few naked guys were easy enough to adjust to, even if cases kept popping up until they numbered in the millions.

It wasn’t long before everyone knew someone who’d been affected.  The thinking at first was that the Exposed would be grouped together and kept apart, but when the numbers rapidly expanded to a point where that wouldn't be feasible, people simply had to adapt.  Definitions of appropriateness changed, as did the rigid rules around gender roles and sexuality.  It wasn’t a free-for-all, and not everyone was thrilled to suddenly live in a world where a large and growing population of men were walking around naked and hard in public, but for the most part all it took were simple accommodations to keep the world turning.  Why did someone need to be fully clothed to work in an office if all they did was sit at a computer?  Or stock shelves?  Or run a cash register?  Why couldn’t there be appropriate spaces for the Exposed to deal with their other needs the way spaces were created for breastfeeding mothers?  What was good for them was actually good for everyone in the long run.  So as friends and loved ones began to become Exposed, and neighbors began to know neighbors who’d been Exposed, and people saw more and more Exposed on TV and came across them in public, the idea gradually shrank from “earth shattering” to “it’ll never happen to me.”

Unfortunately, the societal shift towards acceptance drained momentum from the search for answers.  Though, based on what had been discovered, most people would rather learn to deal with a few hard cocks than wrestle with the implications that the Exposure brought forth.  It was a virus, but it didn’t infect people as much as it infected the existence they all shared.  Steve and everyone else were symptoms of a diseased reality, but whether they combined to create a runny nose or a malignant tumor, no one seemed to know.

Nor did most people, the Exposed included, want to.  Unraveling universal concepts of reality and existence weren’t the top priority for a man who’d suddenly lost the ability to wear clothes.  It wasn’t just that he couldn’t put them on, but that the very concept of him existing as someone who wore clothes had been permanently erased from the fabric of the universe.  It wasn’t just the clothes he wore that vanished, but all of the ones he owned, and ever would own in the future, that were erased.  Existing photos and evidence from the past all remained unaltered; it was only going forward that was affected.

And the clothing was just the start.  The Exposed weren’t merely laid bare physically, but emotionally.  While their personalities remained intact for the most part, an inability to lie, and an increased directness in their interpersonal relationships, was a constant.  If it weren’t for the fact that this was also accompanied by a reduced capacity to experience embarrassment or anxiety it could have been a much more awkward experience for everyone.

No one fully understood why, but the men who’d been Exposed developed an attraction for other men after the fact, regardless of their previous orientation.  The attraction and impulses were all the more strengthened because the Exposed actually relied on unaffected men as a food source.  Whether orally, anally, or absorbed through the skin, they needed a steady stream of cum for sustenance.  Like their vanished wardrobes, traditional food and water had ceased to exist for them, leaving only the warm, sticky emissions from a clothed cock as fuel.  As was usually the case when money was to be made, synthetics quickly flooded the market, but most of the Exposed preferred to drink straight from the tap whenever possible.  This led to what otherwise could have been uncomfortable encounters when one of the Exposed would eagerly and openly proposition a man, but thankfully their uninhibited nature was coupled with a pheromone that most unaffected men found irresistible.  It was a type of adaptation that lent further credence to the virus theory, though the ultimate end of which was still a mystery.

Steve wrestled with all of this information as he watched his permanently displayed cock twitch to life.  Like everyone else, though he’d wrestled with the new ways of the world at first, he’d come to enjoy the new trajectory over the years.  It was awkward and uncomfortable like all periods of real growth, but in the end he much preferred the current set up to the way things used to be.  Before the Exposure started spreading, he’d never been able to get off so easily or openly at work.  He’d hooked up in office basements and storerooms on a few occasions in the past, but since his cubicle-mate Ryan had been Exposed a few months earlier it now happened multiple times a day.

Their situation was a perfect example of how people learned to adapt.  The short little furball, a stocky, beefy former wrestler with an uncomfortably large cock, never would have aroused him in the slightest.  They were around the same age and got along well as friends, but the burly brunette wasn’t an object of affection until the day his bare, ample cheeks came shaking into their cube.

It was the first time Steve had been around a man who’d been Exposed for an extended period, and those first few hours were fraught with discomfort for both of them.  It was easier for Ryan given the nature of his condition, but Steve didn’t know how to process the way he suddenly felt whenever he looked over and saw the other man’s fat, massive log rigid and ready.  The thick pole wasn’t always hard, but ebbed and flowed like any man’s did throughout the day, only now everyone could see it.  He’d catch Ryan absently stroking it throughout the morning, and he’d felt a rush of secondhand embarrassment when the hirsute hunk had to go to one of the private rooms to “relieve” himself, walking by the entire office in the process.

But the real challenge came at lunchtime.  Instead of heading down the street to the deli like they usually did, Ryan had looked him square in the eyes, and, without the slightest hesitation, told him both how handsome he thought Steve was, as well as all the things he’d like to do to him.  He was so caught off guard, and so confusingly aroused, that before he knew it they were in one of the private rooms with Ryan’s square-jawed face impaled on his aching cock.  In the moment Steve had felt all of the embarrassment that his friend no longer could, knowing full well that everyone in the office was aware of what they were doing, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt.

Ryan came when he did, the feeding process being a full-body experience for the Exposed.  The only sound his friend made was a quiet gasp, but the hairy little beefcake’s body seemed to vibrate and spasm from head to toe, a look of pure ecstasy in his drooping eyes.  Instead of spraying a sticky explosion the way he undoubtedly did in the past, Ryan’s monster rod emitted what looked like a cloud of pollen.  It had a deep, musky scent that made Steve’s head spin like a drug, a comparison he kept going back to as he spent the rest of the afternoon in a pleasant haze.  He wasn’t impaired or incoherent the way he would have been if he’d gotten high by traditional means, but instead seemed to share in Ryan’s constant state of contented arousal.  They went back for a snack later that afternoon, and ever since then Steve had eagerly become his friend’s breakfast, lunch, and occasional early dinner.

The naked man felt a stab of sadness at the thought that those days were over.  He and Ryan could still fool around if they wanted, but that connection would never be the same.  There were plenty of other guys in the office who could fill his role, and who, Steve realized, he’d also be taking advantage of, a thought that left him more excited than anxious.  He knew firsthand that his friends would be fine with his new situation.  After all, Mark was still included when they got together for beer and pizza, only now the thick ginger would spend a few minutes every so often bouncing up and down on one of their cocks instead of guzzling a six-pack the way he used to.

“You okay?”

Steve blinked and shook his head, only faintly wishing he could be embarrassed when he realized he was openly tugging on his thin cock while his friend’s watched.  “Yeah…I’m just fucking starving all of a sudden.  Which I guess means I’m horny now?”  He laughed, reluctantly pulling his hand away.  He opened and closed his fist several times, as if he didn’t know what to do with the hand, before it landed on his toned chest.  He stroked at the wispy fur, now having to fight to keep his other hand from picking up the slack.  “This is so weird.  I mean, I always knew it was, but seeing it from this side is fucking crazy.  Are all my clothes really gone?”  He turned and plodded down the hall to his bedroom with his friends in tow, his aching rod leading the way.  “Fuck…I liked some of that stuff,” he sighed after a fruitless search for a single, remaining scrap.

“Makes getting ready easier,” Carter laughed awkwardly.  Because Steve now existed as someone who fundamentally didn’t wear clothes, it never occurred to either himself or Adam to offer one of their garments as a test.  “You’ll be fine with work and stuff still, right?”

Steve nodded and dropped to the edge of his bed.  “Yeah.  There are a bunch of guys at the office who’ve been Exposed.  I just have to talk to HR.  At least since everyone just…knows…this about me now I don’t have to do a bunch of bullshit paperwork.”

Adam put a consolatory hand on Steve’s shoulder as he sat next to him.  “You were always whipping that thing out anyway…now you get to do it whenever you want.”

“Whether I want to or not,” Steve groaned, rubbing at his flat stomach.  “How about I whip yours out instead?  I mean it…I never appreciated just how fucking hot you two are until now.”  He looked back and forth between his two friends, not blushing or hesitating in the slightest as he propositioned them without warning.  “I know how weird this sounds coming from me, but I really want to ride Adam’s juicy cock while sucking your little guy dry, Carter.  Goddamn I can’t wait to get my hands on that fat ass of yours.”

Though Steve’s couldn’t, Carter’s face went crimson.  He was leanly built like his friend, though not nearly as defined, and he carried the bulk of his extra weight at his surprisingly ample rear.  It had always been a joke between the three of them, but it wasn’t humor that Carter now saw blazing in Steve’s eyes.  “Yeeeaaah, this is going to take some getting used to,” he said, letting out a deep breath.  “Also, ‘little guy’?  Fuck you,” he laughed.

“Compared to Adam, everyone's little,” Steve shrugged, nodding down at the blonde’s obvious bulge.  “Come on…please?  This feels really weird already and I don’t want my first hit to come from that synthetic stuff.”

There was a momentary pause as Adam and Carter exchanged a questioning glance, then a nod.  “Gonna happen sooner or later anyway,” the bigger man said, exposing his brawny torso when he peeled out of his t-shirt.

Carter shook his head and followed suit, his smaller cock already noticeably hard in his tight pants.  “This brings back memories,” he chuckled.  “How many times did one of us fuck someone in our dorm while the other pretended to be asleep?”

“You mean how many times did I fuck someone while YOU pretended to be asleep,” Adam grinned.  His thick arms hung at his sides as Steve took over, quickly undoing his fly and tugging the thick hunk’s pants free.  The twitching hose and plump balls that flopped free were every bit as large as promised, nearly as big as his friends’ more modest organs combined.

“Geez, you guys are jerks.  First Steve calls my dick small and now you go and rub my nose in how much more pussy you got than me,” Carter said, folding his toned arms across his chest and looking offended while Steve stripped his lower half bare.  “It’s about quality, not quan…tity…” he grunted, his eyes going wide when Steve deftly swallowed his five inches almost to the hilt.  “Hooooooo boy…this…this is something…”

“It’s weirdly hot,” Adam sighed, a confused smile on his face as he reached over to give one of his friend’s plump cheeks a squeeze.  “I never thought it’d be the three of us doing this with each other.”  With Steve’s lips wrapped around his cock, Carter reached out and pulled a surprised Adam in for a kiss.  The blonde hunk tensed instinctively before awkwardly returning the gesture, unable to hide the stunned look when the other man pulled away.  “Uh…what the fuck was that?”

“I was just…curious…” Carter said, spasming as Steve pulled him closer to the edge.  “Like you said…this is weirdly hot.”

“And…?”  Adam gave a quiet grunt when his slurping friend reached out and started tugging on his unattended monster.

“Not…not as much of a turn on as with Steve here,” Carter laughed sheepishly.  “No offense.”

“Same, so none taken.  You’re not a bad kisser though,” the bigger man said, gently guiding Steve’s bobbing head away as he pulled their determined friend to his feet.  “You wanted both, right?”

Steve nodded and hopped up on the bed like an excited dog, propping himself up on his hands and knees.  “Guys…I can’t even…this is so weird…I’ve never felt anything like this.  I always felt bad for guys who’ve been Exposed, but…holy fuck I need you both in me right now,” he grunted, a pained look on his face.

Fortunately his friend’s didn’t leave him hanging for long.  Carter scooted up in front while Adam positioned himself behind, his big hands clamped onto Steve’s tight waist.  The wiry man gave a long, wordless moan around the cock in his mouth when the blonde stud worked himself inside, his body easily accepting the thick organ despite what should have been a tight, virgin hole.  Since it was now an input for sustenance he was elastic and lubricated when needed, his awkward writhings already taking on a rhythmic precision.  He’d never been fucked or blown a man before, let alone experienced both at the same time, but after a few fumbling minutes he was moving as if he’d been in this exact scenario countless times.  A steely arm flexed as it held him upright, his other hand reaching around to clutch and squeeze Carter’s thick rear as promised.

“Fu…fuck…guys…this is…intense…” Carter stammered, his hands gingerly clutching the sides of Steve’s head.  “Never…tag-teamed…Mark like this…”

“Gonna have to…start…” Adam grunted, his prominent pecs flexing as he rolled his hips into his penetrated friend’s perky rear again and again.  His eyes kept darting between the back of Steve’s broad shoulders and Carter’s ecstatic expression.  Though he hadn’t been fully aroused by the other man’s kiss, he was surprisingly turned on watching the brunette’s expression change as he drew closer and closer to the edge.  He knew how fast Carter typically blew, and he was trying to make sure he lasted longer.

On cue, the lean pretty-boy started to whimper.  “Guys…I can’t hold it…I’m gonna…” Carter grunted and tensed, his eyes wide as they locked on Adam’s smug grin.

The blonde’s victory was short-lived.  As Steve sucked the other man dry his body began humming, buzzing around Adam’s fat log like a vibrating fleshlight.  “OOOUUHhhhuuhhHHH…!”  The sensation was too much for the brawny jock, and he blushed at the sound of his loud moan when the release was unexpectedly pulled out of him.

“Never knew you were a screamer,” Carter panted, taking a deep breath when Steve’s altered eruption puffed out of the penetrated man’s untouched cock.

“I wasn’t until now,” Adam gasped, still wide-eyed.  He huffed the musky cloud, occasionally jerking in place while Steve’s twitching hole pulled out every last drop.

“GGGnnuuuhh…god…goddamn…no one ever said it felt this…fuuuuuck,” Steve moaned when the other two pulled free.  The trio collapsed onto his bed with him in the middle and he nestled against his friends, loving how their different sized bodies felt pressing against him.  Even if he’d still been able, Steve doubted that he would’ve felt a shred of dread or humiliation after such an ecstatic experience.  With their juices mingling inside him he felt a satisfied contentment that he never even knew was possible, a sensation that far outweighed the knowledge that he’d be parading around naked and exposed.  “You guys have gotta try that.”

Carter laughed, giving an exaggerated wince at the thought of trying to fit Adam’s girthy beast inside.  “I’ll, uh, take your word for it.”

“If you ever want to blow me, though, just say the word,” the blonde laughed, reaching over to tousle Carter’s hair.

“Hey, likewise,” the brunette sighed, basking in the vicarious contentment that accompanied a feeding session.  Any concern he’d felt over his friend’s condition had already been forgotten, the reality of New Steve quickly overtaking that of the friend they’d known.

“Don’t get too eager with each other,” Steve said, grasping each of their softening packages.  “Some of us are dependent on this stuff now.”

Adam folded his beefy arms under his head, shivering at the sensation of Steve’s hand.  “Dude, whenever you get hungry you just say the word.”

Carter was already hardening in his friend’s hand, eager for a second round.  “Feel like dessert?”