Kingsbury Harbor: Throw It Back (Patreon)

*** Here's the official winner from the first Story Wheel contest, with the subjects being "muscle" and "twink".  I've also been playing A LOT of Dredge, which inspired the visit to Kingsbury Harbor.  Have you played Dredge? You should really be playing Dredge. ***

Will grinned when he saw his friend stirring out of the corner of his eye.  From his position at the helm he had a clear line of sight down into the cozy bedroom cabin at the bow, including a view of the groggy hunk reluctantly forcing his eyes open.  “Rise and shine,” he called, sounding the trawler’s horn for emphasis.

Ashton sat up and rubbed the sleep from his chiseled features before stretching his equally chiseled arms overhead.  The sculpted blonde yawned and blinked as he absently scratched at a plump, prominent pec, seeming impressed as he looked around at the wood-paneled sleeping quarters.  The broad bed took up most of the space, but there was a small wetroom on one side and a series of cabinets that served as a closet on the other.  A pair of porthole windows on opposing walls let in the ruddy sunrise, while a skylight hatch looked up into the fading night sky.  “Fuck, man…what time is it?”

“Time to get up,” Will grunted.  “You don’t want to miss this.”

Ashton rolled his eyes and tossed the sheet aside, exposing the rest of his shredded physique in the process.  Clad only in a pair of heather briefs, the sleepy stud looked like an ocean god rising from the depths as he ascended the few stairs into the pilot house.  With his broad, cannonball shoulders, heaping pecs, and powerful arms, Ashton had to twist his improbably tight waist as he climbed the short, narrow passage, clinging to the sides for support as his meaty legs still struggled to find their balance at sea.  He wanted to argue with his friend that nothing could possibly be worth such an early rousing while he was on vacation, but the complaint stopped short as soon as he stepped into the room.  The pilot house and accompanying salon were lined by windows, which Ashton had opened to let in the cool, salty morning air, and which provided a 360-degree view of the calm, sparkling expanse.  A smoldering sun had just started to crest the horizon in the distance, painting the surrounding ocean and cloudless sky in a vibrant ombre of reds and orange.  The sleepy blonde had seen plenty of sunrises before, but always while on land, and he wasn’t prepared for how different the experience would be while bobbing on the glittering, endless waves.  “Okay, yeah, you were right,” he yawned, equally unprepared for the sight of his friend at the helm.  Clad only in a pair of worn, knit boxers, Will’s broad, beefy frame looked every bit as imposing as his own.  Bodybuilding had been their sport of choice in college, but while Ashton’s physique was still precision-crafted from hours in a gym, Will’s had filled out into a rugged wall from hours of physical labor.  But it suited the burly brunette, the light dusting of earthen-hued hair that coated his beefy frame accentuating his newfound aura of sea-weathered masculinity.  “Man…you really have taken to this fisherman thing, haven’t you?  Wild Will…up at dawn, driving a boat like a real sea man.”

“Piloting,” the dark-haired hulk corrected, shrugging his mammoth shoulders and grinning at his friend’s choice of words.  “And I actually got up well before dawn.”

Ashton gave a short laugh and shook his head, still surprised that the commanding figure before him was his party animal roommate.  Now at the tail end of their twenties they hadn’t actually lived together for years, but they still made it a point to try and see each other as often as possible.  When Ashton heard that his friend had inherited a boat from a previously unknown relative in a small, seaside town called Kingsbury Harbor he’d been excited to come see it, but it had taken almost three years for that to happen.  They’d still been in almost daily contact during that time, and the golden-haired Adonis had been aware of Will’s steady transition into Salty Sailor, but he hadn’t anticipated how striking it would be to meet this new version of his friend for the first time.  “I’m sorry…did I get on the right boat?  Have we met?  Hi, I’m Ashton.”

It was Will’s turn to laugh.  “The sea changes a man,” he said in an exaggeratedly deep, gravelly voice.

“Not really.  You’re still kind of an asshole.”  Ashton walked over to stand next to his friend at the helm, their bare shoulders brushing as they gazed out at the uninterrupted expanse in silence for a few moments.

“How’d you sleep,” Will finally asked.  “First night on the water can be rough for some folks.”

“Like a rock, actually.  Guess I don’t get seasick, which is a bonus,” Ashton said, reaching down to give one of his friend’s meaty globes a squeeze.  “And I forgot how good a cuddler you are.  Those big ‘ol fisherman arms are great.”

Will reached out with one of the furry pistons, further tousling his friend’s sleep-messed hair before pulling the mop of bedhead in for a quick peck.  “Haven’t had a pretty little thing like you on board in a minute,” he grinned.

“Little?  Someone’s had too much fresh air this morning,” Ashton countered, pulling away and breaking into a stunning double bicep pose.  With anyone else the intimate, underwear-clad exchange would have been awkward, but he and Will were as familiar with each other's body as they were with their own.  Between sharing a living space during their virile youth, and regularly inspecting their physiques as part of the unending quest for gains, there were few lines the pair had yet to cross.  Though they both largely identified as straight, one thing they had in common was their relatively indiscriminate love of fucking, and they’d quickly taken to fooling around with each other, both recognizing that it was much more fun to have a roommate you could get off with than not.  This specific aspect of their relationship had always been more playful than anything else, largely manifesting as mutual handjobs and the occasional blowjob, though Ashton had fucked Will senseless a few times over the years.

The dark-haired hunk cut the engines and eyed his flexing friend.  With Ashton’s arms still raised, he abruptly tugged the front of the blonde’s briefs down, letting the girthy cock and heavy balls flop free.  “Wasn’t talking about your arms,” he smirked as he lumbered over to the galley at the other end of the small salon.

Ashton didn’t even try to cover himself or put his dangling package away.  “Dude, you’ve got me by a quarter of an inch,” he said, swiveling his hips and causing his hefty equipment to slap back and forth.  “Or maybe I should say you ‘had’ me by a quarter of an inch. We haven’t really checked in a minute, have we?”  He walked over and followed his friend’s lead, tugging Will’s boxers down from behind, but unlike the burly man he took things a step further by reaching around and grabbing the long, wide hose and giving it a few tugs.  The fat organ surged to life almost instantly, swelling to an impressive seven-and-a-half inches after only a few light strokes.  “Guess it has been a minute, hasn’t it,” Ashton chuckled, his own cock plumping and twitching at a slower pace.  “Thought I felt this thing pokin’ me a few times last night.”

Will sighed and turned from the counter, grinding his cock through the blonde’s fist before reaching down to reciprocate.  He’d been wanting to do this since his friend had arrived in town the previous day, and he’d hoped Ashton would have kicked things off in their shared bed last night, but better late than never.  They stood chest-to-chest, their foreheads pressed together while the heat of their breath wafted against lips that brushed but didn’t actually kiss.  After a few moments of silent stroking, Will’s free hand found its way around the other man’s trim hips to begin kneading one of Ashton’s ample, muscled cheeks.  “Holy fuck I missed this,” he groaned.

The sculpted blonde flashed a smug grin, loving how Will’s scrubby stubble felt brushing against his face.  “I was kidding about you not gettin’ any, but you seem awful worked up this morning,” he said, lubing the other man’s fat log with the copious pre-cum oozing like a leaky faucet.  “Been going through a dry spell?”

Will’s tone was as smug as his friend’s smile.  “Opposite problem.  You didn’t get a whole lot of time in town, but you saw some of those guys, right?  Fuck…I didn’t get this much action when we were in college, and you know that’s saying something.  Big guy has so many friends he’s ready to go at a moment’s notice.”

Ashton gave an impressed whistle before raising an eyebrow.  “So…just the dudes, then?”

“For such a small town in the middle of nowhere, the place is surprisingly chill,” Will nodded before realizing what he was admitting to.  “I mean, with all the fishing and whatever there just happens to be a lot of guys around.  I don’t know that I’m…I wouldn’t call it…” he was cut off when the grinning blonde leaned forward and finally created a meaningful connection between their eager lips.

“Bro.  What are we doing right now,” Ashton chuckled, giving Will’s fat log a rapid tug for emphasis.  “I’m glad you’re killin’ it up here.  I worry about you being on a boat by yourself all the time…happy to hear that’s not the case.”

Will’s stomach fluttered, and he fought the urge to drop to his knees and swallow Ashton whole.  He wanted to, badly, but that would mean pulling away from the other man’s soft, sleepy lips.  “What about you?”

“Business as usual, really.  You’re the only man for me,” Ashton purred, his free hand roughly kneading his friend’s hairy, heaping pec.  “You set the bar high, my dude.”

“Just wait til you see what I’ve learned.”  Will couldn’t hold back any longer.  He dropped to his knees, tugged the other man’s briefs fully down, and swallowed the blonde to the hilt, one hand working Ashton’s churning balls while the other toyed with his friend’s tight, sensitive hole.  Between his vigorous bobbing, absent gag reflex, and nimble fingers, Will had the chiseled pretty boy gasping and groaning almost immediately.

“Fuuuuck, man…this is….incre…incredibuuuuUUUNNHHH!”  Ashton let out a low, cracking grunt as he spasmed and launched load after load down his friend’s willing throat, the relentless hunk sucking him dry and not pulling away until he’d started to soften.  “What…what the hell, man,” Ashton laughed, a dazed smile on his face.  “Did you just ruin blow jobs for me?  How the fuck did you get so good at that?!”

“I told you.  Practice.  Lot’s of great teachers in town, too,” Will said as he climbed to his feet.  He loved the blissed-out expression on the other man’s pretty face, loved that he’d been the one to cause it even more, but he didn’t have time to look at it for long before Ashton dropped down to return the favor.

“Don’t expect too much…it’s been a minute,” the blushing hunk stammered before doing his best to mimic the hairy hulk’s technique.  It wasn’t the technical marvel that Will had just performed, but the mere sight of the sculpted stud on his knees, a sight that the rugged sailor had been thinking about for months, was enough to push him over the edge on its own.  Ashton sucked down every last drop just as eagerly, wiping a stray bead of cum from his bashful grin as he righted himself.  “Not bad for bein’ so rusty,” he said, puffing out his perfect pecs.  There was another moment of silence, contented, not awkward, while the pair stared at each other, broken this time when Ashton reached out to tousle his friend’s short, dirt-colored crop.  “I’ve missed the hell outta you, man.”

“Dude, same.  It’s been way too long.”  Will’s tone was remorseful as he walked back to the helm and cut the engines.  “I honestly didn’t think I’d stay.  I mean, when have I ever given a shit about boats?  Hell, I didn’t even know I had an uncle in Kingsbury Harbor, let alone an inheritance.  But once I got here…” he trailed off and shrugged, folding his massive arms as he leaned back against the console and drank in the sight of the naked Adonis.  “It really is a great little town.  Weird as all hell, and you wouldn’t believe some of the shit that goes down, but, I don’t know, man…I fell in love with it.  You didn’t see it for long, but I’ve got that nice little house, the stretch of coast is gorgeous, and it’s really, really easy to live here.  It’s like the town wants you to stick around.  It’s so cheap that I make more than enough with my meager fishing rig…toss in a few extra hours helping out on the docks each month and I’m sitting pretty.  Plus, I mean, just look at this,” he said, gesturing around at the rest of the cozy interior.  Aside from the bedroom at the bow and the pilothouse, the rest of the salon consisted of a compact galley kitchen and small living space, all surrounded by broad windows that provided a panoramic view.  At the tail end was a covered cockpit with Will’s fishing gear and a connected swim platform, and on top of the pilot house was an exposed upper helm with a broad deck perfect for lounging in the sun.

“It’s fuckin’ great, man,” Ashton nodded.  “You sent the pictures, but seeing it in person…being out on the water…I’d stick around too.”

“Speaking of the water…” Will grabbed his friend by a striated forearm and pulled him along through the sliding door and out onto the rear deck.  He laughed when Ashton froze at the threshold and gave a rough tug to pull the other man out of the cabin.  “You shy all of a sudden?”

“Habit,” Ashton said, blushing as he looked around at the empty, open water.

Will put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezed.  “Don’t worry.  I made sure to bring us out far enough so we won’t be bothered.  See that spot out there,” he said, pointing towards the horizon.  “If you look real hard you can juuuuuust see it.”

Ashton raised a hand to shield his eyes from the early morning sun and leaned forward, straining to see what his friend was talking about.  “I don’t see…” he was cut off by a rough shove as soon as he leaned close enough to the edge, his muscled frame tumbling head over heels into the cool ocean.  “You are such a dick,” he sputtered when he surfaced, grinning despite himself.  He hadn’t been skinny dipping in years, and the sensation of his naked frame bobbing in the water left him feeling like an excited teenager all over again.

“Best way to wake up,” Will laughed, launching himself over his friend in a heavy cannonball.

“I’d go with second best after what we just did,” Ashton said when the dark-haired hunk popped up from beneath the waves.  “So is this how you spend your free time now?  Gettin’ naked and swimming around out here?”

“How do you think I got such a nice tan,” Will grunted, leaning back so that he bobbed on the surface with his eyes closed.

Ashton enjoyed the view of his glistening friend for a moment before a more pressing concern occurred to him.  “Uh…do we need to worry about sharks or anything?”

Will shrugged as best he could while floating.  “Maybe?”  He let the word hang before opening one eye and laughing at the blonde pretty-boy’s stricken expression.  “I’m just fuckin’ with you.  There aren’t a lot of fish right here, so there aren’t a lot of sharks.  No fishermen, either.  That’s why I picked this specific spot for us to hang at for a bit.  No one really comes out here.”

“Why do I get the impression I’d prefer sharks over whatever explanation you’re about to give me,” Ashton said, already heading for the swim ladder.  He hauled himself up onto the boat, his massive arms inflating as he wicked the water from his golden mop.

“Now there’s a sight I could get used to,” Will sighed, his eyes locked on the other man’s sculpted, naked frame as it glistened in the sunrise.

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you brought me out here just to seduce me,” Ashton chided, toying with his plump lower lip.  “I…fuck!”  The exaggerated pout turned into a yelp as the blonde bodybuilder jumped back, his eyes fixed on the corner of the deck.

“What?  What is it?”  Will’s powerful frame had already closed the gap to the ladder, which he used to heft himself up onto the deck in a single, impressive pull.  He looked over at where Ashton pointed, thinking at first that the small shape was a coiled serpent, then a piece of driftwood, before realizing that it was technically both.

“Sorry…I thought it was a snake at first,” the flustered blonde said with a nervous laugh.

“I can see why.  Damn.”  Will bent and picked up the squat, wooden figure, the base of which had been carved to look like a coiled serpent, while the upper half had been formed into the crude shape of a man.  It was simultaneously rough-hewn and surprisingly detailed for something that had spent an unknown amount of time in the water, managing to be both primitive and sophisticated in its design.  “This is new,” he said, turning the small statue over in his hands.

“And creepy as fuck.”  Ashton shivered, taking a step back. “Where’d it even come from?”

“Probably washed up overnight.”  Will gave the wooden idol a heft and shrugged.  “It’s crazy light…my guess is it was floating out here and a swell kicked it up over the edge.”

The blonde hunk shook his head and folded his arms over his chest.  “You mean a swell on the perfectly calm ocean last night?”

“Ohhh, look who’s a sailor all of a sudden,” Will grinned.  “Dude…look…you just get used to a certain amount of weird shit happening out on the water.  Especially around this town.  Don’t get worked up over it.”

“Didn’t you also say there aren’t any fish around here?  So we’re in the middle of some weird Bermuda Triangle, a creepy-ass statue washes up out of nowhere, and you want me to just…” Ashton trailed off and rolled his eyes.  “You’re just fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“What?  No,” Will said, shaking his head.  “I mean it, bro.  I’m not making this up,” he insisted when it became clear that Ashton didn’t believe him.  “I can prove it!  At least part of it.”

“Wait…you’re bringing that thing in,” the naked blonde said when Will headed back into the cabin with the figure in his hand.  “If you’re really not fucking with me, I’d throw that shit back.”

“Rude to refuse a gift from the sea,” Will chided, setting the statue on a window ledge before grabbing a pair of binoculars and motioning for Ashton to follow.  The two made their way to the upper helm, and the dark-haired hulk purposely flexed for his friend as he surveyed the horizon.  “There’s one of em,” Will grunted, giving Ashton’s abs a backhanded slap as he handed his friend the binoculars.  He slipped around behind and pointed in the direction that the other man should look, his furry frame draped against the blonde’s back.

“What am I looking for,” Ashton asked, in no hurry to give his friend a reason to move.

“Should be a small island,” Will said, his face resting on the other man’s shoulder.

Ashton’s tone was unimpressed.  “You mean that rock?”

“Same thing,” Will chuckled.  “There are six of ‘em altogether.  If you look at them from above, or on a map, they make a…not a circle, exactly, but a definite shape.  I guess they all used to be part of a bigger island way back when the continents were shifting?  But then either an earthquake or a glacier came along and those stumps are all that’s left.  The chunks on the ocean floor…you can see ‘em on some of the gauges…apparently they mess with the currents, which is why I’m assuming the fish don’t like it here.  But like I said…no fish means no fishermen, and no fishermen means no other boats, and no other boats means…” he trailed off and kissed along Ashton’s neck, his hands sliding down the other man’s abs to resume toying with his friend’s twitching cock.  He tugged on the heavy balls and worked the sculpted stud to full mast again, his own rigid girder digging into a muscled globe, before pulling away.

“Wait…you’re just going to stop there,” Ashton asked, a look of mock confusion on his flushed face as he glanced down at his aching organ.  “But what does ‘no boats’ mean?”

“It means you can get a great tan,” Will winked before turning and heading back down the stairs to the pilot house.

Ashton sighed and followed along behind, his rigid club leading the way.  “Now I understand why you stressed that I shouldn’t bring a lot with me.”

“Do you see a lot of closet space in that bedroom?  What could possibly make you think I had an ulterior motive,” Will asked, his tone perfectly innocent.  “It’d be a shame if we hit some more rough water and some of it fell overboard…”

“Dude, don’t you dare,” Ashton warned, gesturing to his exposed, strapping frame.  “You don’t have to threaten me with a good time.  You want me naked, you got me naked.  I’m not complaining, I just…” he trailed off with a sheepish grin.  “I think I like this side of you.”

It was Will’s turn to look bashful as he spoke, his eyes darting back and forth between their still-rigid members.  “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been…thinking a lot…about this trip for a while now.”

Ashton beamed at the implication.  “You’ve been jerkin’ it to little old me,” he purred, flexing his sculpted arms behind his head and wagging his cock back and forth.  “You should’a told me, bud.  We could’ve done a virtual thing.  Or I could’ve sent you some fresh spank bank material at the very least,” he said, turning around and making a poor attempt at twerking.

“Aaaand now you’ve ruined it,” Will sighed, shaking his head.

“I just don’t have my sea legs yet…give me some time to practice,” Ashton huffed, looking offended.

Will gave his friend’s globes a slap on the way to the small galley.  “Fine…you keep doing that while I make us some breakfast.”

The rest of the morning passed as it always did between the pair, an easy atmosphere of casual insults and nostalgic reminiscing settling over the trawler as the day slipped by.  After a while even their nudity no longer registered as out of the ordinary, their playful pawing and constant contact written off as simply making up for lost time.  They swam and fished and lounged in the sun, never further from each other than arm’s reach, and often much closer.  They lost chunks of time with their lips pressed together, not seeking to get anyone off or to reach an end goal, but simply to enjoy the sensation of being with each other.  For a pair with an intimate connection like theirs, it was as close to a perfect day as they could have asked for.

The only thing that even came close to an annoyance was Will’s constant itching.  Spending as much time naked in the sun and salty air, not to mention the salty water, as he did, the olive-hued hunk was accustomed to dry skin.  He tried to ignore it, but as the afternoon turned into evening and the sun started to sink towards the horizon, the head-to-toe sensation only grew stronger.  Will was determined not to say anything, but Ashton had clearly noticed, and when the blonde saw the red lines in the shape of scales on the rugged man’s calloused palm, he had to point out the obvious.

“I told you not to fuck with that creepy statue,” Ashton chided, a look of concern on his face as he inspected his friend’s hand.

Will pulled it away and rolled his eyes.  “It wasn’t the statue,” he groaned.  “I might’ve smacked a jellyfish while we were swimming…or maybe I grabbed something I shouldn’t on the docks yesterday before you got here.  It happens.  It’s not a big deal,” he said, trying to redirect his friend’s attention to the expansive blanket of stars blinking to life overhead.  There was only a sliver of moonlight, just enough to provide a bare minimum level of illumination as they sat on one of the upper helm’s benches, but not enough to obscure the stellar vista.

“Uh, excuse me, dude, but where’s that hand been all day,” Ashton said with a short laugh.  “If you’ve got some weird rash I kind of have a vested interest.”

Will looked his friend up and down in the dim light with a hungry grin. “Everything looks fine to me…and I’ve been looking a lot today.  But maybe I should take a closer inspectiooOOOOHH!”  Will broke off in a yelp and hopped to his feet when a whole-body spasm shot through him.  It was as if his every muscle twitched at once, followed by a fresh wave of deep-seated itching.

“What the fuck was that?!  Are you okay?  Do we need to head back?”  Ashton’s hand hovered just above his friend’s arm, an instinct at the back of his brain warning him against making contact.

The horrified blonde was glad he’d listened.  The events that followed were blessedly brief, and the lack of illumination meant he was spared a good chunk of the otherwise gruesome details.  Before his friend had been able to answer, the red, scaly pattern slithered from Will’s palm to cover the entirety of his brawny frame.  It happened so fast that Ashton wasn’t even sure he was actually seeing it, but it was confirmed when chunks of his friend began to flake and fall away.  The stunned stud let out a terrified cry as he thought he was somehow watching his friend disintegrate, followed by a rush of confused relief when it became clear that wasn’t actually what was happening.

Will wasn’t dissolving into nothing; the exterior shell that his body had become was simply falling away.  Like a snake shedding its skin, the towering titan of a man crumbled into a pile of dry flakes that were quickly carried away by the ocean breeze, leaving a slight, slender figure in his place.  And although the shocked newcomer bore Will’s unmistakeable facial features, that was where any similarities ended.  Gone were the broad shoulders, prominent pecs and powerful arms, replaced by bony ridges, a barely defined suggestion of a chest, and slender limbs.  Powerful, tree-trunk thighs had become soft and supple, the granite globes at their back now ample and yielding, while the once-mighty cock had become a petite little poker.  The former hulk had also lost a significant chunk of height in the process, his thin little frame now barely topping the five-foot mark instead of six.

“Wy…Will?  Is that…” Ashton finally managed when his head stopped spinning.

“What…what the fuck just happened,” the shrunken man said, his once-booming voice now soft and light.  His lithe, nimble new fingers shook as he prodded at the soft, flat patch of stomach where his abs had been, the wiry dusting of raven hair that he should have sported now as absent as his former muscle.  “Did…is this…oh…oh fuck…DID I FUCKING SHRINK?!  WHY AM I SO SMALL,” Will shrieked, his stunned, shocked silence finally giving way.

Ashton forgot about all sense of self preservation at the sight of the other man’s distress.  He darted forward and swallowed the slight figure, the fear he’d felt at the thought of losing his friend entirely outweighing any potential danger.  “It’s okay…it’s okay…I got you, dude…” he said, clutching the diminished hunk tight before remembering the new discrepancy in strength between them.  “Oh man…oh man…I thought you were…I thought I was watching you…” he trailed off and held his friend out at arm’s length, quickly inspecting the curvy little man for any signs of further injury.  “Are you okay?  I mean, other than the obvious.  Does anything hurt?  Can you breathe?”

“I can now,” Will said, letting out a shocked laugh.  His head was spinning and he felt drunk as he looked up at the now-towering wall of chiseled muscle that was his friend.  The entirely foreign sensation of being completely swallowed by the other man’s powerful arms, while his own shrunken limbs felt like he’d been clinging to a boulder, was as overwhelming as it was arousing, driving home just how small he’d become.  It wasn't just Ashton that looked huge; everything did.  “Do I sound funny?”

“I’m just glad to hear you at all, man,” the relieved blonde said, gently running a thumb along Will’s softened features as he cupped the other man’s smooth, stubble-free cheek in a comparatively giant hand.  “You…you melted.”

“I did?  Everything felt like it tensed up at once…like a huge muscle cramp…and then…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide when he looked down and finally noticed his rigid little cock.  “Fuck!  Is that little thing my dick,” he chirped, reaching down to grasp the thin, petite rod.  Despite his shock he was rock hard, but the compact equipment now barely reached the four-inch mark.  He let his hands wander freely after that, taking in the pinchable curves, supple sides, and soft, shapeless arms.  “It’s…it’s all gone…I’m…I’m…”

“Fucking adorable,” Ashton finished, blushing when he realized he’d said it out loud.  “Sorry, dude.  I call it like I see it,” he grinned, giving his friend’s bouncing new bubble a squeeze.

“Not the word I’d use,” Will spat, looking dejected as he gazed down at his waifish, twink build.

Ashton lifted his friend’s chin with a strong finger, locking eyes.  “Oh, believe me, you will.  I just want to make sure you’re okay first.”  He paused and blinked, realizing that his heart had stopped trying to burst out of his chest.  “Wait…why are you okay?  Why am I okay right now?  I feel like I shouldn’t be this okay already.”

Will sighed, his softened stomach fluttering as he stared into Ashton’s eager eyes.  “It’s this fucking town.  I suppose it was only a matter of time.  I guess a part of me always knew it’d happen sooner or later.  The way I was, I don’t know…called…back here, I should’ve known it was inevitable.”

Ashton raised an eyebrow.  “You say that like it’s supposed to be an explanation.”

Will shook his head and dropped back down onto the bench, his feet now dangling just above the surface of the deck.  “Remember how I told you weird shit happens all the time?  Well…you’re looking at it.”

The blonde was silent for a moment before his eyes went wide.  “Wait…so you’re saying that thing downstairs actually DID do this?!”

Will shrugged his bony new shoulders.  “Probably?”

“That’s not an answer!” Ashton cried, his head threatening to spin all over again.

“Dude…you can’t walk fifty yards in that town without running into some kind of cursed relic or strange artifact that someone pulled out of the water.  If it wasn’t that asshole statue downstairs it was clearly something else.  Doesn’t really change the end result, does it?”

“But…but that doesn’t explain why we’re not…” the stunned Adonis struggled for words.  “I’m freaked out by all this, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like this isn’t just me being numb from shock.”

Will grinned and sighed again, lacing his shrunken hand into his friend’s.  “Did anyone you met yesterday seem bothered by much?  I said shit’s weird around here…I didn’t say it’s bad.  Way I’ve been acting…and the way I’ve been feeling since I moved to town?  I think it’s had its hooks in me for a while.  Maybe it was just waiting for you to get here to make it official.”

“Wait…are you saying you secretly wanted this,” Ashton asked.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck no,” Will spat, looking down at his shrunken cock and compact balls as he flexed a slim arm.  “But I feel fine.  I feel good, actually.  So maybe it doesn’t have to be awful,” he continued, his free hand making its way to the muscled shelf that was his friend’s chest.

There wasn’t anything else to be said. Ashton grabbed his friend and hauled him over onto his lap, both of them loving the way the former hulk could be so easily manhandled.  They explored Will’s altered frame under the sliver of a moon and star-peppered sky, simultaneously discovering how much they each enjoyed the vast new differences between them.  Ashton loved how soft and smooth his friend felt writhing on his lap, how much bigger and stronger it made him feel, while Will loved the sensation of being looked after while he explored the muscled playground that was his friend’s sculpted physique.  He even came to enjoy his diminished equipment when they learned how easily the blonde could work all of it with his mouth at once, and when he finally took Ashton’s thick cock between his yielding new cakes Will never wanted the ecstasy to end.  He bounced on the other man’s broad lap, their lips locked while he writhed in the blonde’s powerful embrace, working the bigger man with his bouncing bubble for what felt like hours.  Will took to his new power-bottom role as easily as a fish takes to water, feeling a soul-quenching contentment every time the muscled hunk unloaded into him.  Compared to that bliss, his own little rod and meager eruptions were an afterthought.

“Yep…you were right,” Ashton said as they cuddled together on the floor of the upper deck.  The bed would have been more comfortable, but with Will nestled against him the last thing the bigger blonde wanted to do was move.  “Weird definitely doesn’t mean bad.”

The shrunken stud gave his friend a peck on the cheek, equally content to spend as much time as he could draped against him.  “Gonna be a hell of an adjustment around here, but I’ll manage.  I should still be able to pilot this thing…might need a booster seat,” he laughed.  “I’m sure the rest’ll fall into place.”

“Speaking of…I was thinking,” Ashton started, giving Will’s slender frame a squeeze.  “Not saying you’re not fully capable of figuring it all out, but just from a raw-power perspective you might need some help for a bit.  Maybe I should stick around?  Just until we’re sure you’ve got it all covered, I mean.”

Will beamed as he leaned in for a kiss.  “Don’t think that means you’re getting any more closet space,” he warned.

“That’s fine,” Ashton shrugged, “I’ll just wear your old stuff.”  Will shivered when he thought about how he’d look in his now-draping clothes, but he was more excited by the thought of Ashton in them.  His friend hadn’t been on board long enough to discover how his wardrobe had changed since moving up here, but if the other man wanted to wear his tiny denim cutoffs and skimpy speedos, he wasn’t going to stop him.  “Why do I not like that grin,” Ashton asked, ruffling Will’s hair.

The smaller man slid over so that he was fully draped against his friend’s chest, their lips brushing together.  “What’d you say earlier?  Don’t threaten me with a good time.”