Don't Make It Weird (vignette) (Patreon)

(Managed to get this done before I left!)

Bobby watched Hunter pace back and forth, grinning at his handsome friend’s nerves.  Though the tension had been building for nearly a week, he wasn’t used to seeing the suave, confident hunk act like an anxious teenager.  With his wavy chestnut hair, sharp cheekbones, dimpled chin, plump lips, and bright eyes, all Hunter had to do was walk into a room and people would throw themselves at him.  The broad shoulders, firm pecs, steely arms, washboard abs, perky bubble, and massive cock all seemed redundant as far as Bobby was concerned.  Most of Hunter’s friends felt like the Universe could have spread the wealth a bit instead concentrating so much appeal into one youthful body, though considering the trouble it had recently brought the smug stud Bobby wasn’t sure it’d be worth it after all.  His broad, burly blonde frame was far from unattractive itself, and his piston arms and plump pecs pulled their fair share of attention even with his more rugged, blunted features, but he’d always wondered what it would be like to have his friend’s pretty-boy status.

Though, while he'd been curious and envious, Bobby never imagined a time when he’d actually be attracted to Hunter’s superior physique himself.  He was almost strictly into women, aside from a few drunken experiments, and he still was with the exception of Hunter.  Thanks to some supernatural trouble his roommate had gotten himself into after hooking up with and discarding the wrong partner, all the guys were.  The suddenly-bashful brunette was like a beacon, turning Bobby on more than he’d ever been turned on by anyone in his life.

And the same held true for Hunter.  The already-virile stud had become spring-loaded around men, his fat cock rocketing to life as he grew painfully, desperately horny around the guys he used to view as his peers.  There’d been a shift in his presentation to match, taking Hunter’s formerly modest wardrobe of polos, chinos, boxer briefs, and gym gear, and replacing it with skimpy briefs, tiny shorts, leggings, crop-tops, and muscle shirts.  And that was when he wore anything at all.  The athletic brunette’s new impulse was to wear as little as possible whenever possible, a fact that had complicated their shared life at home.

Bobby had jealously watched Hunter throw himself at nearly all of their friends, and had seen them gleefully take advantage of the overly-aroused hunk, but they’d carefully avoided crossing that line with each other.  He actually resented the way they seemed to relish the advantage they now had over their friend, making him wonder how many of the guys he still wanted anything to do with.  Hunter could be obnoxious and full of himself, but the way so many of them leapt at the opportunity to watch him squirm left a bad taste in Bobby’s mouth.

Which isn’t to say that the thick hunk was immune from those feelings himself.  He’d had plenty of unexpected fantasies over the preceding days, and though he hated to admit it, he loved the mortified mix of giddy embarrassment on Hunter’s face as his friend pranced around their apartment in his new little man panties.  But they lived together, and they’d been friends for more than half of their 26 years on the planet, so although Bobby felt the same magnetic attraction as everyone else, he’d been able to hold back from giving in.  It helped ease his anger towards everyone else that, while he was embarrassed by his eager desperation, Hunter still appeared to be enjoying himself, but Bobby still felt like he was taking advantage.  The smug jock had been “cursed,” even though it didn’t seem like much of a punishment, and the beefy blonde didn’t want to cross a line that would ruin their friendship.  He already loved the aggravating Adonis; he didn’t need to be in love with him on top of that.  There was still a small part of him that wondered if the eldritch excuse was just a cover for Hunter’s entirely mundane coming out, but that didn’t explain his own reaction towards his friend, and things had finally reached the point where the cause didn’t matter nearly as much as the effect.  The unreleased sexual tension was threatening to do the very thing they were trying to avoid and tank the relationship, which meant it was time to take the plunge and figure things out as they went.

“Dude, would you please just come and sit down,” Bobby laughed, patting the spot on the couch next to him.  He was doing his best to maintain an aura of casual confidence, with one arm resting on the back of the sofa while he reclined in his usual outfit of gym shorts and muscle shirt.  “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

Hunter stopped pacing and shook his head as he looked down at himself.  His tapering, shredded frame was covered in a modified version of his friend’s outfit, only his “shorts” weren’t much larger than a pair of briefs, and his “muscle shirt” was actually a straining strip of cotton meant to accentuate his modest pecs and broad shoulders, with an elastic band running around the bottom making it look like a sports-bra built for a man.  “It just feels so weird, man.  It’s not that I don’t want to.  It’s not that at all.  I mean, fuck,” he sighed, a hand hovering just above his stuffed, twitching bulge, “just being near you makes me hard as a rock.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bobby grunted.  “You’ve been teasing me with that thing all week.”

“See?!  That!  That right there.  That’s what I’m talking about,” Hunter barked, pointing an accusing finger at the other man.  “I never thought I’d hear you talking about me ‘teasing’ you with a dick and it not be a joke.”

“And you think I did,” the blonde scoffed.  “Bro.  It’s weird.  Full stop.  There’s no getting around that.  But ‘weird’ doesn’t have to mean bad, right?  I turn you on.  You turn me on.  We’ve given it enough time to be relatively sure this situation isn’t going to reverse itself, so we can either keep avoiding each other or we can figure this out.  I miss you, bud.  Whatever…this…is,” he said, motioning to Hunter’s scantily clad, half-aroused state, “doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my dude.”

The brunette’s broad shoulders slumped, his face going a shade of pink to match his straining top.  He shuffled over to the couch and dropped down next to Bobby with a sigh, his eyes unable to meet his friend’s.  “Ugh.  I really am a dick.  I never even stopped to think how this could be affecting you.  All the other guys just…”

“Fuck those guys,” Bobby spat, his burly arm lifting from the back of the couch to tousle Hunter’s wavy hair.  “And yes, you’re a total dick, but not because of this,” he grinned, ruffling the other man’s scalp until his chestnut mop was a frazzled mess.  “You’ve had more than enough on your plate without worrying about my feelings.  I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I’m just sayin’ you’re not the only one up confusing creek with a boner paddle.”

Hunter couldn’t help but smile as he clutched his own thigh to keep it from drifting over to Bobby’s.  He finally met his friend’s gentle gaze, his stomach fluttering.  “Sooo…how do we do this?”

Bobby let out a loud laugh and rendered Hunter’s struggle a moot point as his meaty paw clamped down on the brunette’s leg.  “And you’re supposed to be the fuckin’ lady killer? Is this the kind of smooth talking that gets you in everyone’s bed?”

“Fuck you!” Hunter laughed, giving Bobby a rough shove in the chest.  “I’m not used to trying to fuck a gorilla, alright? This is unfamiliar territory.”

“There’s my sweet boy,” the blonde grinned, giving Hunter’s thigh a squeeze.  His large hand was inches away from the brunette’s overfilled bulge, but he resisted the urge.  Instead, he reached over and grabbed the hand that had recently collided with his chest, guiding it back to the hairy slab.  “Why don’t we start slow?  It’s all yours, dude.  Feel free to poke around under the hood.”

Hunter’s face went crimson, and his fingers trembled as they drifted through the wiry, golden carpet coating Bobby’s plump pecs, but he didn’t pull away.  He felt simultaneously small and insecure and totally safe under his friend’s hungry eyes as the meaty blonde just sat back and let him probe as long as he wanted.  “I always give you shit for not shaving these guys, but I think I get it,” he finally said, his hand having slipped up beneath the other man’s muscle shirt.

“You’re actually admitting you were wrong about something?  That’s the weirdest thing yet,” Bobby grunted as he sat forward and stripped out of his shirt, exposing his furry slab and firm muscle gut in full.  “How’s it feel?”

It was Hunter’s turn to laugh as he nodded down at the outline of the rigid club in his tiny shorts.  “You tell me.  What about you,” he asked, running a thumb over a nubby nipple.

“I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I want to kiss you right now,” Bobby blurted, loving the wide-eyed expression that washed over his friend’s statuesque features.

Hunter’s hand froze on the other man’s stomach. “I…I mean…I wouldn’t say n…” He didn’t get a chance to finish before Bobby was on him, the blonde’s forceful lips and eager tongue obliterating any pretense at hesitation.  He could already feel himself melting in his friend’s grip.  In all of the various encounters he’d had so far, he’d always found himself being taken and used, never being treated as an equal the way Bobby was.  He knew this was a big step for his friend.  The brawny bulldog was more laidback than himself, but even then, locking lips with another man had to be a struggle.  Not that it felt like one.  Bobby’s hands had begun roaming along his smooth, tanned frame just as vigorously as his own along the blonde’s furry bulk.  They’d always joked about how Hunter was the one who constantly got laid, but the handsome brunette knew there was an issue of quality over quantity with his friend.  Bobby was like a force of nature when finally worked up, either on the field, in a fight, or in bed, and Hunter wasn’t surprised to find himself succumbing to his friend’s probing digits.  Surprised to be in the situation, yes, but once they were the outcome was inevitable.  “Goddamnit,” he panted when they eventually paused to take a breath.  “God-fucking-damnit.”

Bobby pulled back, concerned.  “What?  Are we good?  What’s going on?”

“I just can’t believe I’m actually about to tell you what a good kisser you are,” Hunter purred, leaning in to pick up where they’d left off.

Bobby pulled back at the last minute and used the momentum to pull his friend on top of him.  “See?  You’re such a dick!  Makin’ me think something was wrong…” he grumbled, swallowing the lean jock in his arms.  His hands slid up and down Hunter’s tapering back, clamping onto the firm bubble above the shorts a few times before finally slipping inside.  The eager brunette responded by pumping his hips to grind their tented bulges together, a few quiet whimpers slipping into Bobby’s mouth as their tongues continued to embrace.

“You are so…fucking…hot…right now,” Hunter moaned, slipping his mouth down along Bobby’s wide neck and across his furry pecs.

The blonde sighed and folded his arms behind his head as the other man reached his firm gut, fighting to keep himself under control.  “Remember…you don’t…you don’t have to if you don’t want…”

“Try and stop me,” Hunter grunted as he grabbed the waist of Bobby’s shorts and boxers and tore both down.  He dropped his face on the fat, wide cock that sprung free, licking along the underside and around the churning balls before swallowing the pudgy poker.

“Hoooooly shiiiiiiiiit,” Bobby groaned, arching his back at the wave of pleasure.  His dick had been sucked plenty of times, including a few times by men, but the sight of Hunter’s messy hair and broad shoulders, his tight, muscled body flexing as it squirmed, magnified the ecstasy.  It was like the first time all over again, and it took all of his focus not to pop immediately.

“You even taste good,” Hunter said between mouthfuls.

“Okay, that sounded weird,” Bobby laughed, his head spinning.  “Guess I should take a turn.”  Before Hunter could stop him, the blonde darted upright, hefting him into the air like a wrestler and flipping their positions.  “‘Sup, big guy,” Bobby grunted when he slid Hunter’s bottoms down and his friend’s fat log flopped free.  He shook his head as he stroked the hefty organ, looking down at his own shorter endowment.  “It’s kinda fun from this angle,” he grinned, pumping away on the throbbing pole.  “What?  I can’t say something weird?  Fine,” he huffed, wrapping his quivering lips around another man’s cock for the first time.  Bobby was shocked by how much he enjoyed the mingled sensations, the smell, the taste, the warmth, but he knew it made sense on a fundamental level.  It wasn’t just a dick in his mouth; it was Hunter’s dick.  The lengthy organ he’d either mocked or envied, and it was now his for the taking.  He’d never blown another man before so he did his best to imitate the techniques he enjoyed himself, and based on Hunter’s increasing whimpers he figured he was doing an okay job of it.  His friend’s fingers desperately danced through his short blonde hair as his pug face bobbed up and down until Hunter finally guided him away with a pained plea.

“Bobby…dude…I…I need it for real, man,” he begged.  “I want you inside so bad it hurts.”

The beefy blonde knew this moment would come, but he was still caught off guard by how much the sight of his friend affected him.  Seeing Hunter laid bare, literally, squirming, raw and vulnerable, was like a punch in his hairy muscle gut.  This wasn’t some smug stud who needed to be brought down a peg; it was a friend who needed someone to take care of him.  Bobby felt a searing stab of guilt as it occurred to him that maybe if he hadn’t held out for so long he could have spared Hunter the humiliation of being taken advantage of by the others, but it would be a moot point going forward.  His conviction had been cemented, and if the gorgeous hunk was going to spend the rest of his days strutting around horny and on display, then he’d be strutting right there with him to keep him safe.  Bobby leaned in for another kiss before hoisting Hunter’s legs onto his shoulders, his hands planted on the other man’s little top.  He’d thought about pulling it free, but he liked the way his friend looked wearing nothing but.  “You ready,” he asked, his fat cock oozing so much it was self-lubricated.

Hunter nodded, his eyes rolling back and his lantern jaw going slack when Bobby slowly worked himself inside.  Since the curse had taken effect he absolutely loved bottoming, but having his friend’s wide piston inside was like nothing he’d ever felt before.  “Yuuuhh…yyeessss,” he hissed, writhing.  He knew what was coming, but with Bobby he wouldn’t even try to hold back.  He didn’t need to worry about his friend seeing his wild thrashing or hearing his desperate begging.  Bobby wouldn’t judge. “Gi…give it to me…fuckin’...fuckin’ pound me out…man…” he bellowed, his voice turning into a howl as the blonde picked up the pace.

Far from mocking, Bobby loved the sight of Hunter’s unabashed ecstasy.  Knowing that he was responsible for bringing such a perfect creature such intense pleasure was both a boost to his own ego and permission to let himself go.  He grunted and howled and moaned just as loud, not caring how many people in the building heard.  They were a writhing mass of grunting, sweating muscle, a tangled knot of unfiltered desire that all too quickly reached its sticky climax.  Given how worked up they both were neither lasted more than a few moments, but that didn’t matter.  They were just getting started.  “Whoooooo…sorry about that.  Usually got a bit more staying power.”

Hunter looked down at his cum-slick pecs covered by the sopping cotton, his face covered in the oozing eruption that spewed from his softening member.  He could feel Bobby’s load gradually draining out of him, and he hated the thought of losing what his friend had filled him with.  “Like I can talk?  Fuck, man.  You made me shoot it up my nose.”

Bobby leaned down and began licking Hunter’s face clean, his lapping tongue working its way down the other mans’ slender neck and across his clavicle.  “You make the cutest face when you cum, bro.”

“Yours isn’t bad either,” Hunter grinned, reaching up to stroke Bobby’s flushed face when his friend had finished giving him a tongue bath.

“Yeah, but I mean…yours has me beat,” the blonde insisted.

“No, dude, listen to what I’m saying…you’re the cuter one when you cum.  Not me.”

“I am not,” the blonde barked, tweaking Hunter’s pert nipples.

The brunette gasped, his cock already twitching back to life.  “Guess there’s only one way to settle this.”