Hidden Passages: Time to Focus (Patreon)

Will sighed, the sentence he was about to speak instead leaving his mouth as a slow, frustrated breath.  The annoyingly attractive jock sitting next to him had his statuesque face pointed squarely at his phone, not any of the textbooks spread out on the ratty little table.  Will knew better than to expect otherwise, but he always held out hope that the next time would be different.

Or, at least that’s the lie he told himself.  The real reason he kept dragging himself and a load of books over to the distracted hunk’s filthy, studio apartment was the excuse to be near him.  To see the discarded clothes and dirty boxers piled on the floor.  To sit on the edge of the bed and breathe in the potent jock-stink that permeated every surface.

Doug was magnetic.  Wavy light-brown hair, wide, dimpled chin, and plump lips that easily curled into a charming grin, the sculpted stud was striking, and that was before the rest of his body was taken into account.  Years of athletics had gifted the pretty-boy with broad shoulders, powerful arms, prominent pecs, a tight, tapering waist, an unnervingly perfect ass, and solid, sturdy thighs.  If the rumors around campus that fueled Will’s fantasies were true, the smoldering brunette was also equally equipped for the bedroom, leaving a trail of satisfied coeds in his wake.  His body had gotten him into college on a football scholarship, and three years later that same body kept him enrolled by either flinging a ball across the field or flinging his pants across a lucky professor’s office.  His grades certainly weren’t enough, and even his football skills were only mediocre compared to everyone else, yet he managed to coast by on his charm.

Mostly because of people like Will.  “Doug…could you at least pretend like you’re paying attention?”

“I am, bro,” the broad-shouldered beauty said, not looking up from his phone.

“I mean on your History project,” Will spat.  He was frustrated, but he still wasn’t above taking advantage of Doug’s distraction to let his eyes wander over his friend’s plastered-on t-shirt, tracing the lines of the plump pecs that strained against it.

Doug shook his head, still staring at the screen in his hand.  “Why?  That’s what you’re here for, right?  It’s not like I’ve learned anything so far.  Think my last year might be a little late to start.”

“And to think some of us are actually paying to be here,” Will grumbled under his breath.  He thought about continuing the argument, but they’d had it enough times for him to predict the outcome, and he didn’t have the energy at the moment.  He’d had a busy day of his own classes and schoolwork, and he’d been up late after his trip to the library gathering the books Doug would need.  He’d found one in the process that didn’t seem to belong, a thick tome with a patinaed leather cover the color of mud, and none of the barcodes or cataloging shared by the rest of the books.

Will’s initial reaction had been that someone shelved it by mistake, a suspicion that only grew when he flipped it open and saw the copious handwritten notes scrawled on the heavy pages.  He’d been up most of the night reading through them, as drawn to the bizarre passages of wish fulfillment as he was to the hunky himbo next to him.  The handwriting changed at random intervals, giving the impression that the book had changed hands countless times over the years, but the theme was consistent regardless of the script.  People wrote what they wanted to happen to someone, or, more specifically, who they wanted someone to become.  Sometimes the descriptions sounded fun and lighthearted, other times very much the opposite, and Will had been resisting the urge to write in it ever since he found it.  He hadn’t even intended to bring it home, but he’d found it in his bag despite clearly remembering putting it back on the shelf.  He hadn’t intended to bring it to Doug’s, either, yet there it was, its unmarked spine shining like a beacon amongst the pile of textbooks.

It was the perfect confluence of events to overpower Will’s resistance.  His long-simmering desire for Doug, his frustration at the other man always taking him for granted, a resentful need to teach the hunk a lesson, any lesson; it all combined to propel Will’s hand toward the ominous volume.

The book was surprisingly light as he pulled it from the pile and slid it over, the cover springing open to the next blank page almost of its own accord.  “Doug decides to pay attention by flirting with me,” Will wrote, immediately feeling foolish as soon as his pen came to a stop.

And then Doug looked up.  The handsome jock blinked a few times, his eyes darting over the various open books before landing on Will’s frustrated features.  “Awww, come on, man.  Don’t pout,” he said, flashing his most charming smile.  He reached over and tousled the back of Will’s short blonde hair, their knees brushing together under the table as he scooted closer.  “You know what would make this better?  If we popped our tops,” he smirked, lifting the bottom of his t-shirt to show off his tapering waist and impressive washboard.  “Or maybe we can just pop yours?”  Though the smile never faded, Doug’s eyes flashed with confusion, his face going bright red when he reached over and began lifting the bottom of Will’s shirt.

“Dude!” the smaller man yelped, instinctively pulling back from the very fantasy he’d created.  It was all happening too fast.  Will never actually thought that writing in the book would do anything, and he could rule out Doug simply messing with him because his friend hadn’t seen him write anything down, and even now the page was obscured.  “What…what are you doing?”

“Paying attention,” Doug practically purred, his wide eyes fixed on Will’s.  “You’re cute when you’re all flustered.”

“O…okay, man.  I’m glad you’re finally looking at something other than your phone, but why don’t we focus on the books, stud,” the wiry blonde stammered, officially panicked yet trying to sound casual.  He could see the confusion in Doug’s eyes and could tell that his friend was wrestling with a mental discrepancy, but he didn’t know how to fix it.  Will was afraid that something even worse could happen if he tried to erase or cross out what he wrote, which is how he justified a follow-up passage.

As soon as the addled jock had grudgingly turned his attention to one of the text books, Will reached over as subtly as he could and quickly scrawled the first thing that came to mind.  “Doug can’t help but fantasize about me,” he wrote, not catching the unintended alteration to his phrasing until it was too late.  He hadn’t meant for it to be so commanding, but once he started writing it was as if another force had control of his hand, the same force that now seemed to have control of Doug’s body.  Will’s heart raced when he watched the other man’s eyes drift back in his direction, a noticeable twitching occurring in the front of his friend’s joggers.  Instead of improving, the look of confusion in Doug’s eyes only grew stronger as his fat cock sprang to life, creating an obvious tent.

They both blushed as the brawny hunk blinked and absently licked at his soft, full lips, his eye-catching pecs starting to rise and fall at a quicker pace.  “Are you…okay,” Will finally managed to ask.  His stomach fluttered at the way the other man so obviously undressed his wiry frame with his eyes, already fighting an urge to return his pen to the strange book.

“Yeah, I, uh, I…” Doug swallowed hard, finally noticing the prominent tent in his pants.  “I’ll be right back,” he sputtered before hopping up and quickly trotting to his bathroom.  He made a halfhearted effort at covering himself on the way, but by that point Will had already seen it all.

And he was about to see much more.  As the equally stunned blonde sat alone and tried to collect himself, he looked up in time to watch Doug drop his pants and boxers in the bathroom.  In his flustered state his friend hadn’t closed the door all the way, and from his vantage point at the nearby table, Will could clearly see the jock’s muscled reflection in the bathroom mirror.  He could see the look of confused determination on Doug’s face, but, more importantly, he could see the fat, seven inch log and churning balls that sprang free when his friend frantically shoved his pants and underwear down.  Will couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the other man tug away at himself, his free hand exposing his tense washboard as he absently stroked at his chiseled abs.

It was a sight Will had fantasized about for years, and the combined punch of shock and lust that surged through him pushed him over the edge.  With the book gently whispering and chipping away at his fading willpower, all of the frustration and resentment Will had felt over the years welled to the surface.  Doug’s endless bragging about his sexual escapades, about his dick size, about how good he was in bed, about how smooth he was with women, and how he treated Will more like a personal assistant than a friend; it all overpowered any rational sense of hesitation that remained on the blonde’s part.  Whether it was real and he actually did wield reality-warping magic, or whether he’d just finally snapped and it was all in his head, Will was more than ready to lean into the impossible scenario.

“Doug’s super vocal during sex.  Once his dick starts getting worked he sounds like an excited donkey,” Will wrote, feeling a swell of satisfaction at the thought of the suave stud braying like a horny beast.

“OooeEEEEUUUunnnNNHHH….nNHHHeeeEEeeEEEuuunnnHHH…!”  On cue, a harsh, bellowing wail erupted from the bathroom.  Will expected his friend to stop jerking off, but the stunned stud kept pumping away, helplessly braying the entire time.  His sculpted abs were more impressive than ever as they flexed with each rollicking moan, his handsome face crimson at his inability to stay quiet.

Following that same thread, Will kept writing.  “Doug not only sounds like a donkey, he’s hung like one too.”

“EEEEEeeeuuuUUUUNNNHHH…!”  The howling hunk started growing immediately.  In a matter of seconds, Doug’s fat seven inches had surged forward, nearly doubling in length and swelling to the size of a wrist, while his already hefty balls hung like oranges.  The braying jock could only stare as it happened, continuing to pump away on the expanding log as it loomed impossibly large off his trim frame.

Will guessed the altered organ to be just over the one-foot mark, and while he enjoyed the thought of Doug’s tapering, athletic frame sporting an obscenely oversized package, it occurred to him that he could balance things out a bit more.  He’d always enjoyed the other man’s muscular physique, and as far as he was concerned his friend couldn’t have too much of a good thing.  “Instead of football, Doug decided to pursue natural bodybuilding, spending all his free time lifting,” Will wrote, letting out a gasp when his friend began to change again.

Doug’s clothes were the first things to warp.  Instead of joggers and boxers at his ankles, Will saw what looked like mesh shorts and a jockstrap, and instead of a tight t-shirt, the brunette’s expanding torso was clad in a loose, open muscle-shirt.  The scooped neck and absent sides gave Will an unobstructed view as Doug’s plump pecs ballooned further and pushed off his torso.  It was as if the jock’s already-ample muscle had become a liquid that was displaced when his torso pinched inward, sending a surge to his chest, shoulders, neck and arms above, while his plentiful bubble, meaty thighs, and rocky calves absorbed the rest below.  Doug’s athletic physique had been well above average to begin with, but now the sculpted Adonis was truly stunning.  He was covered from head-to-toe in lean, defined mass, his frame still tight and tapering without crossing over into oversized, steroid territory.  He was shredded but not distended, his bulk naturally chiseled without being chunky or cumbersome.  Doug hadn’t become a meathead monster like the chemically fueled beasts at the gym; he was like a classic statue come to life.  With his wavy brown hair and striking features he looked like a vintage pin-up, like someone who would have graced the cover of a “physique” magazine in the fifties.

Which made his gargantuan cock and guttural braying all the more jarring.  The inflated girder only looked slightly smaller between his expanded thighs, and if anything the animalistic cries had only grown louder with a larger chest to bounce around inside of before clawing out of the jock’s widened neck.  Will couldn’t look away from Doug’s flexing perfection as his friend neared the edge, his newly-acquired mass straining and glistening with sweat until, with a final, cracking howl, the brawny beefcake finally came.  The eruption was as potent as the heaping equipment implied, sending shotgun blasts of sticky cum all over the counter, mirror, and up onto the ceiling.

A tense silence followed, and Will watched as Doug’s spent hose began to soften, settling at a length that still had to be close to the nine-inch mark.  Along with the oversized orbs, the heaping package would either look like a fist wedged into his pants or would snake noticeably down a thigh depending on what Doug wore, but the end result would be the same.  The sculpted beauty wouldn’t need to brag anymore because everyone would be able to see what he had before he said a word.  Nor would he have to boast about his bedroom exploits as everyone in a three-building radius would be able to hear them happening in real-time.

Just as Will was enjoying the sight of Doug’s broadened shoulders and inflated arms flexing as he leaned against the counter and caught his breath, the dazed Adonis finally noticed the partially open door.  Their eyes met in the mirror, sending a fresh wave of panic through the smaller man when he saw the mingled shock, confusion, and embarrassment that washed across Doug’s statuesque face.  He didn’t know exactly what was running through his friend’s undoubtedly spinning head, and he wasn’t about to take a chance.  While Doug quickly pulled his new shorts and jockstrap back into place, Will turned to the book once more, frantically scribbling, “Doug is my doting boyfriend and we’re completely in love with each other.”

Despite his recent successes, Will still froze when the bathroom door swung open to reveal the other man’s altered frame in full.  Though he hadn’t actually grown any taller, Doug seemed positively massive as he lumbered back to the table, his now-calloused hand swallowing Will’s shoulder when he reached down to grab it.  Unsure what to expect, the smaller man instinctively looked towards the book again, only to find that it had vanished as quietly as it had appeared.  “Uh, sorry man, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy or anything, but I…oh!”  Will broke off in a gasp when Doug abruptly bent and scooped him out of the chair, a smug grin on his face.  The wiry blonde had no idea what was happening, but the sensation of being easily manhandled by the burly brunette made him quiver.  He let out another sharp gasp when Doug casually tossed him onto the bed and draped himself on top, pinning Will’s smaller frame to the mattress.  Will squirmed as his friend’s lips were pressed on top of his own, their tongues eventually finding their way to each other.

“Since when do you apologize for enjoying the show,” Doug asked when he finally pulled his face away.  Before Will could answer, he forcefully stripped the lean little man out of his t-shirt and sat back on his meaty thighs, pinning his friend’s legs beneath him.  With nowhere for him to go, Doug took his time tracing his strong fingers along the sides of Will’s thin torso, the stubby digits following the faint outlines of defined muscle that were considerably more modest by comparison.  When they reached the blonde’s waist he gave the rigid bulge a squeeze before slowly undoing the fly and tugging the other man’s pants and briefs down, grinning at the average rod that sprang free.

Will’s tiny pecs heaved, his whole body crimson with embarrassment as his head swam with impossible new memories that made all of this seem impossibly familiar.  By the time Doug’s massive hand guided his own to his aching, smaller cock, Will was flushed more from excitement than humiliation, the book that caused all of this to happen already a distant, fading memory.

“You watched me…now I watch you,” Doug purred, settling his bulk on Will’s pinned calves.  He absently kneaded his comical bulge as the blonde started stroking, an uncontrollable braying punctuating his speech.  “And then weEEUUuunhh…can get back to studying.  Maybe.  Depends on how little you wear…you know I need all the help I can get to stay focused.”