Kingsbury Harbor: Wishlist, pt. 2 (Patreon)

“They weren’t kidding about this place being magical,” the younger man laughed, nuzzling his head against Adam’s shoulder while he stroked the wiry carpet on his lover’s chest.  “I thought they just called it Wishlist Cove because it was so pretty, but I’d say this morning qualifies as a dream come true.  No wonder all the guys around here seem so chill…if every day started like this I don’t think I’d even know what stress was.”

“I’m glad you find my humiliation so satisfying,” Adam grinned, leaning in for a kiss.  “But I guess it WAS kind of fun.”

Burke flashed a triumphant smile before springing out of bed and pulling the beefy man up behind him.  “Okay, enough laying around!  Let’s get cleaned up so we can go poke around downtown.  I want to check out some of the antique shops…I heard you can find some craaaaazy stuff around here.”

Adam dutifully followed along into the shower, enjoying the post-fuck scrubbing but not overly enthused about the idea of shopping.  If it were up to him they’d spend the day back down in the cove, but there was still all afternoon along with another several days to go on their trip.  And anywhere Burke went, he was happy to follow.

They finished getting dressed and hopped on the pair of bikes that came with the cabin, leisurely making their way down the winding roads towards the center of town.  They smiled and waved at the people they passed, remarking to each other about how friendly everyone seemed, and how refreshing it was to see so many gay couples out and about.  Even coming from a larger city they weren’t used to seeing such unflinching, uninhibited pride, nor were they used to a small town being so unconditionally accepting.  They saw people of every shape, age, size, and attire, or lack thereof, and not once did they see any side eyes or dirty looks being directed at anyone.  For someone so freshly out of the closet like Adam, it was a feeling akin to weightlessness.  None of the usual anxieties were present, and he had to force himself to muster them at all.

They made small talk with a few locals when they hit downtown, getting the scoop on the best place to go for lunch, and the best stretches of beach to check out at sunrise.  With the men they spoke to, the conversation was fun and flirty, and Adam couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at the way they kept checking him out more than his younger lover.  Normally Burke’s bright blonde hair and chiseled jaw pulled focus before he ever had a chance, but that no longer appeared to be the case.

When they stepped into Low Tide Antiques, Adam quickly discovered why.  They smiled and waved at the older man behind the counter before making their way deeper into the cluttered store, overwhelmed by the sheer variety of nautical knick knacks and other aged ephemera.  But it was a full length mirror at the back of the store that caught Adam’s eye, or, more specifically, what he saw reflected in it.  The engraved, abalone shell frame was iridescent and gorgeous, but the brawny hunk couldn't look away from the image of himself and Burke.  The strapping blonde looked as good as always in his fitted tank-top and small nylon shorts, but although he could have sworn he’d put on a similar outfit, Adam found himself staring at a reflection wearing nothing but a pair of small, powder-blue briefs, flip flops, and a small sling bag, the strap of which accentuated the plump meatiness of his furry pecs as it wedged between them.

“Bur…Burke.  Babe…do you…am I wearing what I think I’m…” Adam sputtered, his stomach dropping.  It was a literal nightmare.  He was out in public, had been out in public for a while, and was just now realizing that he had next to nothing on.  His face went pale, then crimson at the sight of his pudgy, outlined cock against the thin blue fabric, and the way his ample cheeks spilled out the rear.

“What?  What is it,” the blonde asked, his tone going concerned when he saw his lover’s stricken expression.  “Are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I…” Adam hissed, gresturing down to his exposed bulk.  “Look at me!  Where the fuck did my clothes go?!”  He fought to keep his frantic voice down so the man behind the counter wouldn’t hear.

“What are you talking about?  You’re wearing what you…always…oh…oh shit…” Burke trailed off and shook his head, his eyes going wide.  “Hon…why are you just in your…but wait…isn’t this what you wear?  You don’t wear anything more than this?  But that’s not…”

Adam swooned and grabbed the other man’s arm for support, his head spinning.  Even as he wanted to keep protesting, he was having the same confused reaction as Burke.  Despite a part of his brain screaming at him that he shouldn’t be out in public so exposed, a larger part was telling him that everything was exactly as it should be.  The soothing voice was as convincing as it was hard to ignore.  If it wasn’t his usual get up, where did the unfamiliar sling come from?  And how did he know that his phone, keys and wallet were inside it since he never had pockets?  And why did the air against his bare skin feel so natural?  “What the hell is happening,” he whispered, blinking rapidly.  “This has to be a dream, right?  There’s no way I’m really…I mean I feel like I’m…” His heart was racing and his body tingled, but the older man didn’t recognize the familiar sensation until it was too late.  “Oh…oh god…oh no…” he sputtered, his face going crimson again.

“What?  What’s happening…now…” the blonde couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and grin when he saw Adam’s bulge begin to twitch.  “Uh…okay.”

“I can’t…I can’t help it!  Once I realized what I was wearing and thought about people seeing me like this I got…I got…” he trailed off in an embarrassed gulp, his cock reaching full mast in the tented briefs.  He could feel the air brushing against his churning balls as the pouch was distended, but that soothing voice in his head kept insisting that everything was just fine.  “We have to get out of here.”

Burke nodded, making it outside before it occurred to him that the man behind the counter hadn’t reacted in the slightest at the sight of Adam’s erect state.  He’d given his thick lover a look up and down, but nothing beyond what anyone would do when checking someone out.  “Wait, babe, slow down!” he called after Adam when the other man kept scampering down the sidewalk.  “Where are you going?!”

“I don’t know!  I just need to get somewhere private so I can think about this…” he said, painfully aware of how his nearly-exposed cheeks bounced with each heavy, hurried step.

“Then let’s head back to the house!  You’re heading for the water, hon,” Burke said, trotting up and taking Adam by the hand but not stopping the other man.

“I…am?  Fuck!  Why are we heading to the docks,” he cried when the bustling wharf came into view.  It was crawling with busy fishermen and people unloading boats, but Adam strolled towards the crowd, his smiling face showing none of his internal strife.  Having gone beyond simply soothing, the voice in his head was telling him how good it felt for all these people to see him in such a state, and how much he liked their lingering eyes.  He had nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of, so why shouldn’t he enjoy the ability to flaunt his beefy build?  Other people wished they could get away with something like that.  “Oh…oh no…” he muttered to himself, that last thought starting to connect the pieces.  “Wishlist” Cove.  Magic.  Dreams come true.  He paused when they reached a bench at the end of one of the piers, a small cluster of fisherman lining the edges around them.  “I think I…it’s crazy, but I think I know what happened.”

“What?”  Burke had to shake his head and remind himself that anything was out of the ordinary at all.  “Oh!  Yeah, right, of course.”

Adam sighed and put his hands on the other man’s tight waist.  “You said it this morning when you wished everyone could see me like this,” he sighed, nodding down at himself.  “Guess this place is more magical than you thought.”

“Wait…you don’t really think I…” Burke swallowed hard when he watched Adam take a step back and slowly peel out of the briefs, a bashful smile fighting against the relaxed expression on the older man’s face.  The fact that the thick hunk was stripping naked on the pier didn’t strike him as at all odd, until Adam reached over and tugged his own shorts and briefs down.  “Hey!  What are you doing,” he yelped, the same punch of embarrassment fizzling within the way it did with his lover.  The sudden sensation of his long hose swaying in the open air in public struck him as immediately wrong, but as the impressive organ began to harden, he kept second guessing that reaction.

“Sorry bud,” Adam grinned, dropping to his knees.  “You wished people could see me like this, too, and I need some help with that part.”

Burke gasped when the older man began sucking away right there in front of everyone.  He frantically looked around for a terrified moment before the sensation faded, leaving him focused instead on how much he loved the combined sensations of the warm air, salty smell, and feeling of Adam’s head bobbing on his cock.  He smiled and nodded at the people who turned to watch, making no move to stop anything that was happening.

“Theeeere we go,” the older man said when Burke’s cock was spit-slick and dripping.  Without wasting a second he shoved the blonde down onto the bench, turned, and dropped onto the glistening pole.  “HOOOOOUUUHHhhhhhh yyyeeeessssss,” he howled, his stomach fluttering when everyone turned to look.  Instead of being mortified he was thrilled at the way his bulk bounced and his cock wagged and the guttural whimpers slipped out of his ecstatic mouth.  The part of him that was trying to deny the bliss he felt had gone entirely silent, a development that Adam was perfectly content with.  For the first time in his life he wasn’t hiding his body or his desires or the growing joy he felt in his own, middle-aged frame.  He didn’t care about a little paunch or his thinning hair or the increasingly gray tint his fur was taking on.  Why should he?  He had something no one else did, true freedom, and that was a dream come true by comparison.

“Oh…oh fuck babe…are we…are we really doing this…” Burke whimpered, his hands clutching Adam’s plump pecs as the older man writhed on his lap.  For the first time since they’d met, it was the younger man who looked embarrassed at his exposed state.  “Should we…should we try and fix…this?”

Adam sighed, slowing his bouncing to a rhythmic bob.  He folded his hands behind his head, smiling at the crowd as his untouched cock wagged and oozed.  “Fix what?”

Burke groaned, his hands sliding helplessly up and down the front of Adam’s meaty torso.  “So…so many people are watching right now,” he stammered with a surprised laugh.

“What was it you said this morning?  I could wait for an audience?  You were right…it is more fun this way,” Adam purred, loving the unfamiliar, nervous energy radiating off the younger man.  For their entire relationship he’d always been the timid one when the clothes came off, but now the handsome blonde was like a nervous teenager.

“Me and…my…biiigggguuhh…big mouth…” Burke grunted, his eyes going wide.  HIs fingers bit into the older man’s plump shelf as he tensed, a fresh wave of crimson washing over his already-flushed features.  “Fuck…babe…I’m gonna…” He broke off in a low moan, trying not to think about the fact that he was publicly unloading into his naked lover.  Whether it was the novelty of the situation or the magics at work, the flustered blonde had never cum so hard in his life.

The copious eruption provoked a similar response in Adam, whose untouched cock spurted like a fountain for the enthralled crowd.  Like his lover, the older man felt a split-second of dread at the realization of what was happening, that his meaty cheeks were impaled and his fat log was spraying for a dozen strangers, but it all felt far too good to be even remotely concerning.  And there wasn’t anything to be concerned about.  As soon as he’d finished howling and spraying, the crowd went back to what they were doing like nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

“Guess the show’s over,” Adam laughed as the fishermen turned their attention back to rods of another kind.  He started to shift off Burke’s lap, but the younger man clutched him in place.  “What’s wrong,” he asked over a shoulder, his smile growing at the flustered look on the blonde’s face.  “Ooohhhhh…we’re feeling shy all of a sudden, are we?”

Burke swallowed hard and nodded.  With the lustful haze fading, it occurred to him that at least Adam was acting as cover for his own exposure, a state that would come to an abrupt end as soon as the older man moved.  “Sorry, it just…” he broke off in a gasp when the heavy, hairy weight on his lap broke free, leaving his spent, softening snake on full display.

Adam casually slipped his briefs back on, shrugging.  “As long as you and I do what we just did, I don’t think anyone really cares, hon.”

Burke hopped to his feet and pulled his bottoms back up before taking Adam by the hand and pulling him back the way they’d come.  “I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but I think we really do need to go see if you can put something on.”

The older man surprised them both when he spoke.  “Let’s get some lunch first…between that and the ride and our fun earlier I’ve worked up a hell of an appetite,” he said, rubbing his hairy stomach.

Burke was nodding before he even realized it, having to once again force himself to recognize that there was anything odd about their situation.  By the time they reached the nearby Clamshell Diner he could barely remember what he’d felt so nervous about in the first place.  Thinking back on their public romp felt no different in his brain than their ride into town, or when they’d briefly browsed at the antique shop.  It was just a normal afternoon.  No one in the bustling little diner acted like Adam’s brief-clad bulk was odd, and he literally couldn’t remember a time when he’d seen the older man in such high spirits.  Not wanting to ruin the mood with questions and vague anxiety, the sculpted blonde just went with it.

He was happy to listen to the soothing voice in his head when they took their time exploring downtown after lunch, and when, a few hours later, he found himself on his knees in the square by the clocktower, his handsome face bobbing in and out between Adam’s thighs.  He’d already let his shirt be pulled free, and this time when he climbed to his feet it was his naked body writhing in public on the older man’s lap.  He was even more self-conscious than before, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually want to stop any of it.  If anything, he was noticing a growing jealousy that he could only get away with such uninhibited displays when his thick lover was around.

“I am so glad you found this place,” Adam sighed as they leisurely rode back to the cabin a short time later.  They wanted to get in some beach time to close out the afternoon before heading back into town for dinner and a glimpse of the Kingsbury Harbor nightlife.  And, though it was at the bottom of the list of priorities, they also needed to figure out if Adam still had any clothing or not.

Burke just blinked and nodded, his head spinning.  His discarded tank-top was tucked into the back of his shorts, and the bike seat against his tingling bottom was a constant reminder of the public pounding it had just taken.  “It really is one-of-a-kind,” he said, still feeling like he was in a dream and not sure if he wanted to wake up.  “But…babe…what are we going to do if…”

“We’re not worrying, remember?  We’re on vacation,” Adam reminded him when they pulled up to the cabin.

“But…are you really going to walk around in your underwear from now on?  And are we really going to be doing…that…in public all the time?!  How can we just…”

Adam silenced the stammering blonde by pulling him in for another long kiss, this time displaying none of the hesitation he had earlier when trotting up the stairs of the deck with his hard cock on display.  Neither of them spoke on the way to the bedroom.  They didn’t need to.  Both of them knew in their gut what they’d find, and that suspicion was confirmed when Adam pulled open the drawers to reveal nothing but an array of colorful, skimpy underwear in a variety of shapes and sizes.  The clothes he’d hung in the closet were equally absent, and even the relatively modest speedos that Burke had insisted on when they’d arrived in town had become a slim, barely-present thong.

“Guess that answers that,” Adam shrugged, peeling out of his briefs and swapping them for the thong.  Though he’d never worn anything like it in his life, the sensation of the string slipping between his plump cheeks and his heavy package pulling the front pouch precariously low all struck him as entirely normal.

“Babe…I’m…I’m so sorry!  I didn’t know I’d really…I’d never have wished for something like this without…” Burke went pale and dropped on the edge of the bed, a punch of guilt hitting him in his gut.  It was occurring to him that because of what he’d said, his modest lover would now spend the rest of his days on display.  At work, at the gym, at the grocery store; everyone would see everything he had to offer, all the time.  And that was without taking into account the way he’d unintentionally roped himself in.

Adam just grinned and folded his arms behind his head to let Burke get an unobstructed look at him in the skimpy thong.  The bright green pouch was only big enough for a single, pink flower, barely providing any coverage but suiting the older man just fine.  Like Burke he was also picturing himself at the office and going about his daily activities so scantily clad, his state of arousal never in question, but unlike the younger man he was thrilled by the idea.  After so many years of hiding, the thought of being fully free was exhilarating.  He dropped down next to Burke and threw an arm around the blonde’s broad shoulders, pulling him in close.  “I know, hon,” he said, kissing the other man on the top of the head.  “I’m not mad about it.  Honestly…this is all for the best.  I’m sorry you got caught up in it.”

Burke laughed and put a hand on Adam’s bare thigh.  “This is what I get for giving you such a hard time.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.  You helped get me through so much it’s only fair that I do the same,” the older man winked.  “Besides…I learned a whole bunch of fun tricks about getting people over their hang ups by watching you.”

“Oh god…you are NOT going to make this easy on me, are you,” Burke groaned with a laugh.

“Nope!”  Adam pulled them both prone on the bed and draped himself across the younger man, lingering in a lasting kiss.  He raised an eyebrow when they came up for air, a sudden idea occurring to him.  “You know…since we’re here and making wishes…anything else on the list?”