Shine and Polish (vignette) (Patreon)

“You guys are fuckin’ losers,” Jake sighed.  The fit, dark-haired young man rolled his eyes at the eager expressions on his friends’ faces.  He wasn’t looking forward to what was about to happen, but what he really didn’t understand was why they were.

“No, YOU’RE the loser.  That’s why we’re doing this,” Tim corrected.  The stocky, dark-skinned jock folded his meaty arms expectantly across his wide torso, his ample thighs spread in a wide-legged stance that made him seem surprisingly imposing given his short stature.  “Now drop ‘em.”

“Yeah dude, we all took the bet.  Don’t try and back out now,” Luke said, mirroring his shorter friend’s posture.  His lean, toned arms and long legs weren’t quite as intimidating as the burly little beefcake’s, but what he lacked in overall size he made up for in shredded definition.

“I’m not trying to back out,” Jake laughed, hooking his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and underwear.  “I just don’t know why you’re so eager to get your hands on my ass.”  With that he casually shucked his bottoms, his long, girthy cock and heavy balls swaying free as he stepped out of them.  He split the difference between his two friends, having more chiseled muscle than Luke but not as much bulk as Tim, and standing squarely between the two at an average 5’10”.  All three were handsome, though Jake was considered the pretty-boy of the bunch with his olive complexion, jet-black hair, brooding features, and hefty endowment.  Tim, with his rugged, buzz-headed bulldog face and Luke, with his sharp cheekbones and shaggy brown mane, weren’t far behind, but neither could command the kind of swift attention Jake did whenever he walked into a room.

It only furthered their enjoyment of what was about to happen.  Luke had been the one to find the jar of “butt polish” while shopping for his now-ex girlfriend, and since he couldn’t give it to her he figured embarrassing one of his friends was the next best option.  He still didn’t fully understand what it was or what it was supposed to do.  The store he’d found it in had been a bizarre metaphysical boutique, an odd mix of small-batch beauty products with occult supplies scattered in the mix.  According to the label, the sweet-smelling cream was supposed to make the user’s cheeks “soft, smooth and glowing,” a combination that men specifically would find “irresistible.”  Tim and Luke especially enjoyed that last part considering Jake’s status as an eminent lady’s man, and while they knew it realistically wouldn’t do anything, as long as it added to their friend’s embarrassment they were content.

“Alright, here it is.  Have at it I guess,” Jake shrugged.  He knew exactly what his friends were doing and was determined not to let the slightest bit of humiliation or awkwardness show as he turned and lifted his shirt to give the duo unobstructed access to his plump, solid cheeks.  The muscled mounds were round and firm, their bottom third coated in the same light dusting of wiry hair that covered his sturdy thighs.  A similar patch sat in the middle of Jake’s chiseled pecs and ran down the bottom of his impressive abs, but other than a brushing on the backs of his forearms the olive-hued hunk was naturally smooth.  He flexed his rear and gave his friends an expectant look.  “Are you guys just going to stare at me with my dick out all night?  Let’s do this already.”

“That dick’s out all night, pal.  You know the rules.  Polish and no pants,” Tim said, unscrewing the lid.  The jar of iridescent, rainbow cream looked small in his meaty, calloused hands as he scooped out a large dollop on a trio of fingers.

“Again…who’s being punished here?  I mean, do you guys, uh, need to tell me something?”  Jake braced himself, unable to keep from blushing slightly when Tim began kneading the candy-scented cream into his skin and Luke followed, the sensation of their strong, masculine hands against his bare cheeks sending a confusing thrill through him.  He’d had his bare ass slapped and grabbed and pinched in the locker room plenty of times over the years, but he’d never had it fondled by another man in such a manner, let alone a pair of them.  He tried to keep his mind blank, to ignore the strange sensation of their stubby fingers slipping between the perky mounds and brushing against his hole.  Jake knew he had a nice ass.  He knew it was a good size and looked plenty appealing in whatever he wore, but he’d never thought about it pulling anyone in the way a nice lady-butt did for him and his friends.  He caught guys staring at it all the time, and while he was flattered, it was never something he thought much about, let alone an area of his body he was interested in exploring.   All of which made his twitching log extra confounding.  He felt his eager organ start to throb after only a few moments of groping, his glistening cheeks starting to tingle from the force of his friends’ kneading hands.  “How much of that shit are you putting on me,” he finally asked, trying in vain to will his cock back to sleep.

“Whole thing,” Tim grunted, his hand caressing the underside of Jake’s cheek where it connected with his thigh.  “Fuck else are we gonna do with it?”

“Gonna be fightin’ ‘em off with a stick,” Luke laughed, giving his side of the slick bottom a squeeze.  “Just be patient, we’re almost…” he trailed off, his head popping up over Jake’s broad shoulder.  “Oooooohhhh,” he laughed, his free hand reaching up to give the dark-haired hunk’s pec a squeeze through the other man’s tank-top.  “Who’s got something to tell who now?”

“Fuck you,” Jake sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.  There was no stopping it now.  His fat cock was already half-hard and rapidly approaching its full eight-inch length.  Tim and Luke had achieved their goal, he actually was embarrassed to be standing exposed and hard while the pair shined up his ass, but he wasn’t going to make it that easy for them.  “One of you guys going to finish me off when we’re done?”

“No such luck, bro,” Luke said, rubbing in the last of his half of the cream.

“Yeah, but if this shit works you shouldn’t have a problem finding some interested fellas to help you out,” Tim laughed, giving one last squeeze as he wiped the remaining cream against his friend’s rear.

“Cool,” Jake said, his tone flat as the hands were pulled away.  “Was it as much fun as you’d hoped,” he asked, telling himself he didn’t actually miss the sensation.

“I mean…this part is.”  Luke had already taken several pictures before Jake turned around, snagging a few of his friend’s rigid girder in the process.  “Dude, it’s all shimmery.  There was, like, body glitter in there or something,” he grinned, holding out his phone to let Jake see his glittering globes.

“I swear to god I’ll end both of you if those EVER leave this apartment,” Jake spat, spreading his arms with an exasperated expression as he looked down at his bare lower half.  “Are you really going to make me Porky Pig it like this all night?”

“Hey man, you helped make the rules.  Didn’t hear you complaining when we were coming up with this idea,” Tim shrugged.

“‘Cause we were wasted!  I didn’t think we’d actually ever do it.”  For the first time, Jake was jealous of Tim’s shorter stature and the way his friend’s muscle shirt draped below his waist.  His own tank-top came to a stop just at the base of his cock, providing zero cover for the stubbornly aching beast, but he was at least grateful he’d thought to put it on instead of going shirtless like Luke.

“Yeah, well, hindsight or whatever,” Luke said, once again mirroring Tim’s shrug.

Jake rolled his eyes again.  “Can I at least go take care of this,” he asked, motioning to his engorged club.

Tim and Luke exchanged a quick glance before they both shook their heads.  “Nah…I’m kinda curious to see how long it lasts,” the shorter man said with a mischievous grin.

“What’s wrong?  You’re always bragging about how big it is…why so shy all of a sudden?”  The taller brunette reached down and squeezed his own bulge through his basketball shorts for emphasis.

“I’m not shy, I just don’t want to…” Jake trailed off, raising his hands in surrender.  “You know what?  Nevermind.  Get a good look, boys,” he suddenly purred, flexing his sculpted arms behind his head as he stepped forward and batted the rigid organ against Luke’s side.

“Hey!  Now you’re just being gross,” the lanky jock yelped, darting out of the way.

“Don’t even think about it,” Tim warned when Jake turned in his direction.  “You know I can put that ass on the ground.”

Jake thought about pushing the issue, but he knew his friend wasn’t bluffing.  Tim had been one of the university’s star wrestlers for the past three years, and the bare-bottomed man had already been on the receiving end of his friend’s athletic skills more times than he cared to admit.  The thought of what might happen to his exposed pride-and-joy if Tim got a little too rough was enough of a deterrent, so Jake instead wagged his cock a few times before breaking off his flexing pose.  “What now, then?”

“It’s only eight…no going to bed or calling it a night until at least ten,” Luke said, sounding slightly unsure of himself as he looked over at Tim.

“Uh…yeah.  And, uh, you have to get us drinks and stuff?”  The dark-skinned jock sounded no more certain than his tall friend.

“You guys really didn’t think this through, did you?”  Jake shook his head and trotted off to the kitchen, returning with a beer for each of them.  He felt ridiculous walking around with his rigid cock and bare, glistening ass on display, but the fact that it was just Luke and Tim kept his embarrassment just on the “fun” side of things as opposed to “mortifying.”  After handing them their beers he dropped down on the couch, surprised at the sensitive tingle that lit up his exposed cheeks.  He told himself it was just a result of the vigorous kneading and the sweet-smelling lotion, but it did nothing to help ease his cock back to a more relaxed state.  “Still say this is more of a punishment for you guys,” he shrugged when the other two joined him.  Tim dropped down at the opposite end of the couch and Luke took up the chair that sat nearby, an awkward silence following as everyone tried not to stare at Jake’s impressive organ.

“Don’t try to reverse-psychology your way out of this,” Luke said.  “A bet’s a bet.”

Tim rubbed his wide chin and raised an eyebrow while he looked at his bottomless friend.  “He’s got a point, though.  All we did was give him an excuse to whip his dick out.  Maybe he should…”

“Uh-uh,” Jake interrupted.  “No changing the rules after the fact.  This is what you guys wanted, this is what you guys get,” he laughed, grabbing his cock and shaking it like a joystick.  He saw the way his friends’ eyes immediately dropped to it, but he told himself he WAS drawing attention to the thick rod, so it made sense.  Though as the minutes passed and they tried to turn their attention to the movie that Tim put on, Jake kept catching the pair glancing in his direction.  Those glances began to linger more and more, and he noticed the way they began to shift in their seats.  It was more obvious with Luke, but Jake was certain the shirtless brunette was starting to get hard himself.  The thought sent a confusing pulse through him, drawing his addled attention to the fact that his own cock hadn’t softened in the slightest but was actually aching more than ever.  “Anyone need a refresh?  I’m out over here,” he finally said, holding up his empty beer can.  His thoughts were becoming increasingly fixated on the idea of Luke’s hard cock and he needed an excuse to get up and clear his head.

“Yeah, I’ll take…whoa!” Tim broke off in a short laugh when Jake stood, his eyes going wide.  “Uh, guess that stuff worked.”

Jake didn’t like the stocky man’s expression.  “What?  What’re you…” he trailed off when he reached around and grabbed his rear, the excessive smoothness of the skin taking a moment to register.  It was hard to parse out the specific sensation as the mounds had become incredibly sensitive overall, sending bright flashes of pleasure up his spine as his fingers squeezed and prodded.  “Wait…why are they so smooth?!  Did this shit dissolve the hair?!”

“Looks like it,” Tim nodded, his eyes fixed on Jake’s perfectly smooth, olive-cheeks.  The hair that crept up the bottom third had vanished entirely, leaving the still-glistening globes unblemished.  There was almost a varnished sheen to them, and Tim was reaching out before he fully realized it.  “Damn…that stuff doesn’t fuck around,” he said, his voice distant as he groped the surprisingly soft mounds.  The firm muscle was still present, but the skin itself was significantly less rough, and there seemed to be an extra layer of give to them.  “I mean…shit…these things are like…perfect.  Even still smell like candy…wonder what they taste like…”

“HOOOOOOOooooookay…!  Dude!  What…what the fuck are you doing?!”  Jake yelped when Tim scooted forward on the couch, his calloused hands clamping on his tight waist as he leaned in and abruptly buried his face between the taller man’s tantalizing cakes.  The stunned pretty-boy was too shocked to do anything but stand in place, but by the time the surprise wore off another sensation kept his feet rooted.  Jake had never felt anything like it.  Tim’s scratchy stubble grating against his now-smooth skin, the warmth of his friend’s breath combined with the flicking of a firm, wet tongue against his activated joy-buzzer of a hole made the dark-haired hunk’s vision blur.  He reached down and put his hands on top of Tim’s, not to pull them away but to keep them glued to his hips.  “Oh…ohhh shit…this is…” he panted, shaking his head.  A last gasp of reason made its final attempt at breaking the spell as he gawked at Luke, there no longer being any question over whether or not the shirtless jock was hard.  “Lu…Luke…come on, man.  Are you just…going to…sit there…and…watch…?”

The question sounded pleading, but not in the way Jake intended.  The lean brunette licked his lips, one hand drifting across his bare pecs while the other began to knead the solid cock in his shorts.  “Well, when you put it like that,” he grinned, hopping to his feet.  He shucked his shorts and boxers, his own solid pole springing free and wagging as he walked over and sat next to Tim on the couch.  The stocky beefcake’s face was still buried between the shiny globes, so he began licking and caressing the smooth, supple exterior.  “Fuck…they do taste good…” he mumbled, his free hand reaching around to slip up beneath Jake’s tanktop.  “They’re softer, too.  Like…not just the skin…but everywhere…” he said between long, slow licks.

Jake didn’t know how, but he knew his friend was right.  He could feel his supposedly firm globes giving and yielding in unfamiliar ways, their mass having shifted to a more malleable state.  A part of him knew it should be alarming, that he should be terrified by the thought of his ass becoming literally soft, shiny and smooth as the cream had promised, but the wall of bliss was too deep for the dread to penetrate.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Tim groaned when he finally pulled his face away.  His expression was dazed and giddy as licked his lips and clawed at his muscle shirt.  “Bro, you gotta get in on that,” he said, grabbing Luke by the back of the head and guiding the brunette’s face to the recently vacated valley.  While the other man picked up where he’d left off, Tim took the opportunity to peel out of his clothes, his short, wide cock just as eager as the others.  “That cream, man.  That shit is incredible,” he sighed, rubbing his bare, meaty thighs while he watched Luke go to town on Jake’s hole.  “Seriously dude.  Your ass is like, literally glowing back here.”

The panting pretty-boy thought his friend was simply misusing the word “literal” until he looked back over a shoulder and saw what appeared to be a dull glow.  It was faint, more like a bright shimmer than an actual source of illumination, but the effects were obvious as he watched the reflection sparkle in Tim’s wide, hungry eyes.  The thought that he was now walking around with a bouncing, lighting-bug bottom was enough to crack the shell of pleasure, but not break it entirely.  “Wait…wait…guys, something’s not right here.  We need to…to figure out what was…in that stuuuUUUHHNNN….!”  Jake broke off in a groan, his back arching when a pair of fingers slipped inside without warning.

“I’ll tell you what’s in,” Luke laughed, adding a third finger.

Jake could only whimper, his untouched cock feeling like it was going to explode off his body as the lean jock’s rooting digits filled him with an unfamiliar ecstasy.  He couldn’t help but buck and writhe in place as the pressure grew, eventually tearing out of his shirt in a futile attempt at relief.  “Oh godddd…oh god…don’t…don’t stop…” he heard himself beg, his hands reaching around to grip and spread the smooth globes to give Luke easier access.  He could feel the difference for himself now, the way the once-granite mounds squished and pressed against his hands, but the odd sensation only heightened the pleasure.

“Bro, you gotta share.”  Jake only half-heard Tim’s voice through the growing frenzy of lust.  He felt his friend’s hands clamp on his waist again, only this time they were pulling him down.  The raven-haired jock knew what was coming and had time for a final, fleeting moment of hesitation before Tim’s wide member slipped inside.

“OOOOHHHHHH!”  Jake howled, his hands clutching the stocky man’s ebony thighs so hard he’d leave bruises.  He knew it should have hurt, that even Luke’s fingers should have been more uncomfortable than they were, but it was as if the glowing sheen that covered his cheeks also made for a smooth, effortless entryway.  “Du…dude…you’re…you’re inside…me…?”  The realization only heightened Jake’s pleasure, and in a flash the bright-bottomed pretty-boy felt his desires flip.  Instead of being mortified at the thought of a man’s cock splitting him open he craved it in a way he’d never craved anything.  He started wriggling and rocking, loving how Tim’s beefy body felt against him.  He loved the sight of Luke’s hungry eyes watching the scene unfold just as much, an all-encompassing urge to let his glistening globes be seen by as many people as possible joining with his new desires.  He locked eyes with the lean brunette and reached over to begin tugging on his friend’s pole, not wanting the luscious organ to go soft before he had a chance to ride it.  His own cock was an afterthought, reduced to nothing but a necessary release valve for the painful pressure welling within him.  The oversized organ could never make him feel as good as someone else’s did when it plugged his ravenous hole, and Jake wouldn’t have it any other way.  In his head he was already redoing his wardrobe, altering his pants and shorts and making a shopping list of the jocks and thongs he’d need to buy to show off his altered, accentuated rear.  “Hold…hold on…I want to see this…” Jake panted after a few minutes of bobbing on Tim’s lap.  He slipped off and dropped to the floor, throwing his legs in the air while his friend followed.

“Okay…yeah…this is definitely it,” Tim grunted with a smug grin as he propped Jake’s legs on his shoulders and slipped back inside.  “Hooooooohhhhh yeah,” he sighed, pressing down on his friend’s impressive slab of a chest as he began thrusting.  His own plump pecs bounced from the force of the impact, a sight that made the penetrated hunk quiver.

Jake could feel the warm river of cum spreading across his torso as Tim hammered into him, but he was still frustratingly far from the edge when his friend came.  He loved watching the other man’s rugged face go slack, then pained, then slack again as he exploded inside, hating the emptiness that followed when the spurting cock was pulled free.  That hollow void was short lived as Luke quickly took up Tim’s spot, his longer, thinner cock lighting Jake up in a whole new way from its different shape.  It occurred to the prone, penetrated pretty-boy that he was desperately looking forward to experiencing as many varieties of cocks as he could, but the notion that he’d gone from a lady’s man to a cock-hungry power-bottom only made him excited, not anxious.  With Luke’s churning balls slapping against the undersides of his thighs, Jake could barely even remember what that latter emotion felt like.  He was soft, smooth and glowing, with an ass that was irresistible to any man that crossed his path, and he never had to worry about going without when his friends were around.  What did he possibly have to feel anxious about?

Jake had been reduced to a grunting, whimpering pile of firm muscle by the time Luke finally came, his contrastingly supple bottom still eager and ready even after the pounding he’d received.  He still hadn’t cum, but that didn’t bother him because he knew they weren’t done.  When Luke let his legs drop he saw Tim standing rigid and ready, just waiting for the taller brunette to get out of the way.

“Ready for round three,” he asked, dropping to his knees.