Did You Lose Something? (Patreon)

At a towering 6’3”, strapping was the only word for Sean.  He was broad-shouldered, with long, powerful arms framing in a set of granite pecs and a pair of sturdy legs supporting the beefy upper half.  Unlike a lot of the men at the party, Sean’s ample muscle had been acquired through practical usage, not vanity-fueled hours at the gym or with the aid of chemical enhancements, giving his impressive physique a rugged, unrefined aura.  He was brawny and built, but he lacked the razor-edged rivers of definition that so many of the scantily clad men around him sported.  Which isn’t to say that Sean’s athletic physique wasn’t lean, just that he carried a bit more meat than the dysmorphic demigods strutting around the pool.  Fortunately for Sean, he carried that meat well.  With its light dusting of sandy hair, the tall jock’s powerful frame made the precision-crafted studs around him seem weak and overly polished by comparison.  The blonde beefcake’s build was pure and organic, making the fat bulge between his sturdy thighs, and the muscled globes filling out the back of his speedo, all the more appealing.

And that was without factoring in his equally superior features.  Sean’s chiseled, stubble-covered jaw, plump lips, and distinguished nose could have been the mold from which every other corn-fed, All American Jock was formed.  He was strikingly handsome, with a scruffy mustache accentuating his perfect, pearly teeth and quick smile as it sat amongst the stubble.  With such a presentation it was all too easy to understand how the strapping stud carried himself with such confident ease, and how his bright blue eyes could make someone feel special just by landing on them.

It also explained Todd’s warning.  As Sean watched one lusty eyed man after another openly gawk at him, he understood what his friend meant about “blood in the water.”  The blonde jock was used to being checked out and flirted with, but he’d never felt like such a piece of meat before.  Walking through the party in nothing but his tiny pink speedo, there was no pretense or game playing, merely unfiltered, open desire.

It was as exciting as it was unsettling.  Sean wasn’t entirely naive, he’d known full well what to expect even before Todd warned him, and while it was slightly embarrassing, the handsome hunk didn’t hate the sensation.  He’d always described, and thought of, himself as “straight” in the social sense of the word.  Most of his hobbies and interests and attractions aligned with the mainstream definition of the concept, but Sean was all too happy to broaden his horizons.  He’d fooled around with other guys plenty of times in the past, his regular hook ups with Todd were the reason he was at the party in the first place, and while the skimpy swimwear was a far cry from his usual boxer-briefs, the athletic Adonis was eager to embrace the experience.

Sean had never been in a situation where such open displays of attraction were acceptable, where less was literally more when it came to what he wore.  He was used to lounging around his house with nothing on, and he’d long since stopped worrying about exposing himself in a locker room, but the party was different.  The idea of spending the weekend strutting around a resort, of being in a public crowd of other men in a state of constant, near nudity, was thrilling.  It was a part of himself that Sean rarely got to explore, and he was looking forward to a few days of studly solidarity, of admiring the view and being admired in return.

He just needed to keep his wits about him.  Todd had been like an adamant older brother when they’d arrived, giving Sean a lecture on safety and etiquette.  The rugged blonde wasn’t to take any drugs that didn’t come directly from his friend, nor should he accept any open beverages or drink from one he’d left unattended.  Looking, and a small amount of touching, were fine, just being at the party was implying a certain level of consent, but he shouldn’t let anyone go full grope, nor should he go that far himself, unless it was clear that everyone was on board.  His revealing outfit also didn’t mean that he was waiving his right to privacy if he wanted to be left alone or wasn’t interested in putting on a show if he decided to fool around with someone.  Despite what some people might think, showing a little skin wasn’t an open invitation, Todd had explained.

Even that lesson had been a new experience for Sean.  The muscled stud knew it was the kind of thing that the women in his life had to think about, but he’d never once stopped to consider what it would feel like to have to take it into account himself.  When it came to intimate encounters and navigating the waters surrounding them, Sean was used to being at the top of the food chain.  He’d never had to worry about potential predators or keeping his guard up, and the air of possible danger only added to his excitement.

Not that he was overly concerned.  Sean wasn’t much of a drinker to begin with, nor did he mess around with drugs other than the occasional edible, so he wasn’t worried about accidentally ingesting something he shouldn’t.  And when it came to things like touching, watching, or putting on a show, a part of Sean wanted to lean into those.  He wanted to let himself go, to lose himself with uninhibited abandon.  Being at the top of the food chain meant he always had to watch his own strength, to be careful not to unintentionally cross any lines or cause unintended harm.  But at the party, where he didn’t know anyone other than Todd and where he was just one shark among many, there was the potential for a kind of freedom he’d never been able to experience before.  He was a blank slate, a pretty stranger with no strings attached.

And at the moment, Sean didn’t even know where his friend was.  They’d gotten separated earlier that afternoon when Todd had gone in search of a drink, and without a phone he had no way of contacting his friend.  Sean didn’t want to have to wedge the bulky cell into a speedo that was already uncomfortably tight, and he told himself they’d bump into each other sooner or later.  Or, worst case scenario, they’d either meet up back in the room or he’d track down the other man when he decided to take a break.

For now, Sean was content to wander.  Aside from the many gorgeous men, the grounds of the resort were just as impressive.  Tucked away at the base of a mountain on one side and surrounded by dense forest on the others, the hotel served as a bastion for skiers in the winter and a secluded paradise in the summer.  There were multiple pools, broad lawns and open fields, along with winding trails through the nearby trees.  It was perfect for a party such as this, the distinct areas allowing for distinct purposes.  The pools were the spot for casual lounging, the fields were peppered with multiple dance floors and DJ booths, and the woods served as the setting for more illicit activities, all while copious bars ensured that lust and liquor flowed in equal measure.

Sean wanted to see it all.  He dipped in and out of the pools, he lingered at the edge of crowded dance floors, and he made multiple trips past the trailhead that led into the forest, unable to muster the courage to cross that threshold just yet.  He watched several pairs of men, and many larger groups, go scampering by, most at least hard if not already naked as they stumbled into the shadows.  A few of them saw him and invited him along, but as much as a part of him wanted to follow and join in the fun, Sean couldn’t quite bring himself to.  Walking around on display was one thing; group sex in the woods with gorgeous strangers was another.

“Huh.  Didn’t strike me as the shy type.”

Sean jumped at the unexpected voice behind him and turned to see a striking, scantily clad hunk grinning at him from arm’s length.  He hadn’t heard anyone approach, but the startled stud was more interested in the stranger’s handsome appearance than where he’d come from.  Whoever he was, the man was as tall as himself and radiated a kind of smug confidence that was backed up by a tight, shredded body.  He wasn’t as broad and bulky as Sean, but his athletic frame looked like it had been carved from obsidian, his statuesque facial features and bald head completing the appearance of a sculpture come to life.  All he wore was a skimpy thong of metallic crimson, stuffed to capacity in front and completely invisible in back as it disappeared between the man’s full, ample cheeks.

“Or the quiet type,” the man continued, his soft, full lips curling into a grin.

Sean shook his head quickly and returned the smile.  “Sorry, you startled me,” he said, realizing that the odd rush he felt was the unfamiliar sensation of being nervous.

The man let his eyes travel slowly up and down the blonde’s brawny body before nodding after the group that had just invited Sean along to play.  “They looked like fun.  Just not in the mood?”

Sean shrugged and tried to sound casual.  “Kinda early for that.  I’m still taking in the scene.”

“It can be overwhelming your first time,” the man said, his eyes shining like a cat as they locked with Sean’s.

“That’s one word for it.  I…” the blonde paused and cocked his head.  “How’d you know it was my first time at one of these parties?  Am I that obvious?”

The man let out a deep, smooth laugh.  “You actually hide it pretty well.  I’m just good at reading people.  Especially here.”

“You go to a lot of these?”  Sean fought the ingrained instincts that told him not to look and let his eyes drift down the man’s chiseled washboard to rest on the stuffed, shiny pouch.

The man shook his head, his smile growing warm as he let the blonde look.  “Not at all.  I’m from here,” he said, nodding in the direction of the woods.  “But I love it when this party comes around.  So much raw energy in the air…” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his sculpted pecs rising and falling slowly.  “It’s refreshing.”

“Again, that’s one word for it,” Sean chuckled.  “So you’re from here?  What do the locals think of all this?  I don’t want to stereotype, but you never know with some of these more…rural…areas.”

The man shrugged.  “As long as everyone’s respectful, no one really cares.  This area’s a lot older than most people realize.  It’s seen its fair share over the years, so a bunch of naked guys fucking in the woods doesn’t really register as noteworthy.  And, I mean…who doesn’t love a good time?  That’s what everyone’s here for, right?”

Sean nodded.  “I didn’t really know what to expect, but it’s been fun so far.”

“You haven’t even dipped your toes in, little boy,” the man chided, giving Sean’s shoulder a slight squeeze.  “Want someone to give you the full experience?”

Sean’s stomach fluttered as he stared into the man’s almost golden eyes.  He was already fully captivated by the stunning stranger, and his whole arm tingled from the other man’s touch.  “I’d love it,” he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.  “I’m here with my friend Todd, but we got separated a while back.”

The man raised an eyebrow.  “What’s he look like?”

Sean raised a hand to the level of his chin.  “About this tall…short, dark hair.  Kinda wiry and tan with a nice, fat ass,” he grinned, knowing that his friend would have appreciated the description.  “Last I saw him he was wearing a neon orange speedo with tiger stripes, but he loves a costume change.”

“Ah, him,” the man grinned, his eyes once again drifting to the forest.  “He’s…occupied at the moment.  I saw him heading that way with three other guys a bit ago.”

“That tracks,” the blonde hunk sighed.  “He did say it was every man for himself, so…” he grinned and held out his hand.  “I’m Sean, by the way.”

Instead of a shake, the man’s hand slid up from Sean’s shoulder to lightly grip the back of his head, pulling him in for a quick peck on the lips.  “Adam,” he purred, his smile growing at the way the rugged stud blushed.  “Come on.  Let’s find a dance floor.”

Adam’s hand joined with Sean’s and stayed there as he pulled the other man along, the shadows from the forest seeming to follow as the setting sun dipping behind the mountain caused them to stretch and lengthen.  But although the valley was cast in a steadily growing darkness, the evening air was as warm as ever, the heat magnified by the budding arousal coursing through Sean.  Just being near Adam was exciting, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to keep his hands to himself.

Fortunately, when they reached a nearby dance floor, Sean didn’t have to.  “Oh, uh, I’m not really a good dancer,” the blonde said, hesitating as Adam pulled him into the crowd.  A DJ booth sat at one end, a go-go stage at the other, with a writhing, sweaty crowd in between.

“No such thing as good or bad,”  Adam insisted, guiding Sean’s hands around to his exposed, muscled melons.  He ground their equally imposing bulges together as he started writhing, the hands he’d locked onto the blonde’s sturdy rear moving the other man's hips in a similar fashion.  “All moving bodies are beautiful.”

“Glad…glad you think so…” Sean sputtered.  He could feel himself going hard, knew how obvious his rigid cock was about to be as soon as the other man pulled away, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

Adam leaned in and ran his lips along Sean’s neck.  “You want it though, don’t you?”

The broad blonde let out a dazed laugh.  “Uh…what are we talking about,” he asked, giving Adam’s cheeks a squeeze.

“You want to be dancing.  You want to be up on that stage right now, letting it all go.  Why don’t you?”

Sean blushed, both at the thought of what Adam suggested and at the way the other man could seemingly read his mind.  A part of him always had been secretly envious of the guys who could just let themselves go on a dance floor without worrying about what anyone else thought, and an even deeper, unspoken part had envied the guys who did so with nothing on.  A few years earlier, during a particularly broke stint at college, he’d considered taking a gig as a dancer at a nearby club when he’d heard how much they made in tips, but he hadn’t been able to get over his anxiety.  He’d never told anyone about it, though, not even Todd, so he had no clue how Adam knew.  But before he could ask, the other man pulled him in for a second, longer kiss.  Sean’s head spun and he closed his eyes as their tongues met, the dizziness only increasing when they finally came up for air.

When he opened his eyes, the addled blonde saw himself in two places.  He was still pressed against Adam in the crowd, but, at the same time, he was gyrating up on stage.  Sean didn’t know how, but he could feel himself moving with practiced, easy precision.  He swayed and swirled and writhed and twerked in time with the music, the whole time groping his ample muscle and flaunting his tented speedo.  The half of himself who was still in the crowd felt a rush of embarrassment as he watched the Sean on stage begin to lower the skimpy swimwear, but the dancing hunk felt only a satisfied rush as his club of a cock sprang free.  He loved the way the crowd went wild as it slapped and wagged, as his heavy balls swayed like pendulums and his exposed cakes bounced and rippled.  He pursed his lips and toyed with his nipples and gave the imposing log tantalizing strokes, the whole time staying in effortless rhythm and wishing the sense of freedom would never end.

And then he was back in one place, naked and hard in Adam’s arms with another man having taken his place up on stage.  “What…what just…” Sean stammered, his eyes wide as he looked down at his exposed, erect state.

“And you said you weren’t a good dancer,” Adam grinned, giving the blonde’s cock a tug before spinning him around and pushing him into the crowd with a rough slap on the rear.

Instead of hesitating, Sean eagerly took advantage of the opportunity, swaying through the crowd in all his glory.  As he had on stage, he moved with clockwork, practiced precision, not even registering his lack of clothing or the many hands that found their way to his glistening, sweat-soaked body.  He lost himself to the haze of moving muscle, of bodies rubbing against bodies and pulsing, bone-shaking bass.  Adam was there the whole time, sharing in the fun as the writhing Adonis collected a small crowd of followers.  Some of the other men were naked as well, but all of them were hard and clearly eager by the time Adam guided them away from the bustling crowd.  He pulled Sean in for another kiss, his hands lingering on the blonde’s plump pecs.

“Now are you ready for a trip to the forest,” the dark-skinned stud asked, nodding over at the half-dozen men waiting nearby.

“I…I…” Sean started.  Despite everything he’d just experienced, despite how much he desperately wanted to, he still hesitated.

Adam just sighed and rolled his eyes.  “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he winked.

Sean felt like he was falling.  As he had on stage, he could literally feel the internal walls crumbling.  Like someone had flipped a switch, his hesitation hadn’t simply vanished, it had been replaced by a desperate need.  He motioned for his new friends to follow, and almost before he knew it he found himself on his knees on the forest floor, licking his lips as he gazed up at the hard, naked crowd around him.

It wasn’t what he’d imagined.  Normally when he fooled around with another guy, they were blowing him.  He’d sucked off Todd, but even that had taken time to work up to, and the smaller man was, to date, the only cock he’d ever had in his mouth.  Now, that had clearly changed.  Sean had always been curious, and though he’d never said anything, he’d come to enjoy blowing Todd almost more than he enjoyed the other man blowing him.  He loved the way it smelled, the way it tasted, and he especially loved the sensation of a hot load blasting him in the face.  And as he eagerly went to work on his new friends, Sean discovered a whole new layer of joy.  Now he could compare scents and flavors, could weigh the differences between a short, fat cock stretching his jaw and a long pole hitting the back of his throat.  He knew what it felt like to bury his face in a hairy bush and to fill his mouth with smooth, clean-shaven balls, and, to his surprise, he knew what it felt like to lick a man clean.

Sean hadn’t even realized what he was doing as he spun the thick, hairy man around, but the hesitation he only briefly expected never arrived as he buried his face between the stranger’s plump cheeks.  He loved the way the other man squirmed and moaned as his mustache and stubble tickled against his sensitive valley, but he mostly loved the pungent odors and flavor.  Sean was well aware that he was naked in the woods licking a stranger’s asshole clean, but the only thing the pretty-boy felt at the realization was the same overwhelming sense of freedom he’d had on stage.

This was the release he’d craved.  As the men coated his handsome face and impressive physique with load after load, Sean had never felt better.  He wasn’t at the top of the food chain or the one in control.  He wasn’t being put on a pedestal or expected to behave in a certain way.  He was simply being used.  He was making someone else feel good and getting to feel good in return.  He was naked and free and unencumbered, a blonde, bucking stallion ready to take someone for a ride.

Sean was so overwhelmed by his budding bliss that he didn’t realize the direction things were headed until he was already face down on the forest floor, his granite globes presented for the taking.  He didn’t even know who took him first, one of the men he’d gathered on the dancefloor or someone else entirely.  When the invading organ slipped inside, who the throbbing cock belonged to didn’t matter nearly as much as the ecstasy that followed.  Sean had never felt anything like it, and already he dreaded the thought of things coming to an end.  It was an instantaneous transformation from top to bottom, and the thought of ever going back to a mundane existence of poking someone with his fat log seemed like a nightmare.

The men took him well into the night, a span that was still agonizingly brief for the voracious, virginal power bottom.  Luckily, when he’d finally worn his new friends out, there was still Adam, who’d contented himself with watching Sean’s debasement until it was just the two of them.  As had been the pattern with the dark-skinned stranger, the gorgeous hunk seemed to know what the blonde was thinking, slipping out of his thong and slipping inside without a word needing to be said.

“Oh fuck…this…this has been incredible…” Sean finally whimpered.  He was flat on his back with his legs hoisted onto Adam’s shoulders, his aching cock oozing onto his dirty abs.  Sean was filthy.  The copious coating of cum had served to gather dirt, leaves, moss and other detritus from the forest floor, leaving him looking less like a pretty-boy jock and more like a caveman.

“So I did a good job as a tour guide,” Adam asked, his hips rolling with mechanical precision.

Sean nodded, wide-eyed at the potent release building at his core.  “So…so good.  I don’t know how you…I mean…thanks,” he finally stammered, his vision blurring.

“I told you the locals around here were friendly.  We’re all too happy to share our gifts with visitors, and we’ve had a long time to perfect our craft.”  Adam reached down to tug on Sean’s leaking club, his eyes flashing once again.  “You’ll have to come back next year and tell me about all the fun you’ve had with them.”

“What…what do you…” Sean broke off in a gasp when Adam’s face began to change.  The other man’s already-sharp features took on an exaggerated edge, his chin, nose and ears lengthening to points as his glowing eyes narrowed, while a cluster of gossamer, dragonfly wings appeared behind his broad shoulders.  The prone stud couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but it was the images in his head that were far more alarming.  As he finally fell over the edge and erupted like a geyser, Sean swam in a sea of altered memories.  Looking back, he now saw himself as he was, perpetually naked, eager and available no matter where he was.  Nights at his usual sports bar now included him being bent over and taken in the middle of the crowd, and days at the office now involved him being positioned as he was, flat on his back on a conference table with his legs in the air while one of his coworkers hammered into him in the middle of a meeting.  Sean didn’t know whether he should be thrilled or horrified as the memories unfolded and he saw his naked frame effortlessly dancing, strutting, and rutting through life in a carefree existence of exposure and debasement.  He’d somehow become an insatiable power bottom, a cock-addicted, cum-hungry pretty-boy just waiting to be used.

By the time he was done unloading all over himself, Sean was alone in the woods.  He staggered to his feet, telling himself that it couldn’t possibly be real as he stumbled back towards the hotel.  When he passed the first cluster of people near the woods his nudity still wasn’t all that remarkable, but his stomach dropped when he stepped into the actual building and no one reacted.  He got plenty of hungry stares, and people noticed his obviously disheveled state, but no one acted as if his heavy balls and half-hard, eight inch club swaying in the open air were at all out of the ordinary.

He was increasingly uncertain as to whether his heart raced out of fear or excitement by the time he reached their room and his shaking fingers punched in the door code.  He could hear Todd in the shower, but he didn’t need to ask his friend anything to confirm that Adam had been telling him the truth.  Instead of the duffle bag Sean felt like he should have brought, all he found was the small sling that he always carried with him since he never had pockets.  Still, he frantically searched the room, digging through the closest and even Todd’s luggage in a vain attempt at finding something to wear.

“Whooooooooooo, someone looks like they had fun tonight,” the dark-haired man whistled as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom and saw his filthy, naked friend.  “You Tarzan, me Todd.”  His smile faded as he watched the other man end his frantic search, unable to read Sean’s expression.  “Hey, is everything okay?  Did you lose something?”

“I…” the blonde hunk hesitated as he looked at Todd’s naked, glistening frame.  He could practically see each bead of water trickling down the other man’s tight, defined body, his mere presence causing Sean’s cock to rocket to attention.  It was the same reaction he always had around other men, the blonde knew, but he wasn’t certain why that fact suddenly made him uneasy.  He felt like he was forgetting something important, yet all he wanted to do was rinse off and get Todd’s compact cock inside him, possibly in the reverse order.  “No,” he grinned, shaking his head and blinking.  “Not at all.”