From the Archives: Something In Return (Patreon)

*** Another oldie from 2018 ***

“Wait, wait, wait...please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did?”  Beckett dropped the small towel from around his waist and rummaged through his suitcase for a clean pair of briefs, his muscled body glistening from the recent shower.

Spencer turned the small, carved stones over in his hands to politely avoid looking at his naked friend’s thick, dangling cock, following the rules of the locker room even in their small resort suite.  “What?  They said people would take the stones to get the ‘blessings’ of the temple or whatever.”

“They said LOCALS would take the stones.  Locals.”  The athletic brunette motioned to the tanned skin underneath his wiry dusting of hair as he slid the small grey briefs on.  “Do we look local?”

Spencer grinned at his stern-faced friend from the edge of the bed.  He looked down at his shirtless, equally tanned torso and the darkened legs sticking out from his small blue shorts.  “Few more days on the beach and we’ll probably be close enough.”

“Not funny, dude,” Beckett sighed, dropping down onto the bed next to the blonde man.  “That’s, like, classic rookie mistake.  You just STOLE from an ancient ruin.  Did you at least leave something as an offering?”

Spencer looked over at his underwear clad friend like he was crazy.  “Did I what?  Fuck no I didn’t.  They’re just rocks, dude.”

The brown haired man fell back onto the bed, his sculpted chest rising and falling slowly with his long, deep breath of frustration.  He folded his beefy arms behind his head, causing his ripped abs to pop with definition as his long torso stretched out on the mattress.  “You.  Stole.  From.  A.  Place.  Of.  Worship.”

“You’re.  The.  One.  Who.  Took.  Me.  There,” Spencer said, just as slowly.  “Look, dude, why are you getting pissy?  I rode on that damn bus for two hours and walked around some old piles of stone all day instead of sitting on the beach.  So I took a souvenir?  So what?”  He shrugged his broad shoulders and clapped Beckett on his bare, meaty thigh.  “You could at least say thank you.  I got one for each of us.”

“Oh no!  I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want aaaaaanything to do with that,” Beckett laughed, pulling his leg away and rolling over onto his stomach.  He propped himself up on his elbows and grabbed his phone off the nightstand to catch up on what he’d missed by being in the middle of nowhere all day.  The ruins had been set in a dense patch of jungle, which Beckett had specifically chosen for their remote location.  He didn’t want to go to one of the main tourist traps with everyone else, and he hadn’t been disappointed.

The ruins were a sprawling compound of crumbling temples, still covered in distinct hieroglyphics with statues and other relics intact.  It had been a sacred place, where only the most important rituals were conducted.  Beckett was especially curious about the passages he read which stated that the temples actually predated the Mayans who later settled the area, meaning another civilization had built and used it previously.  For a recently graduated history major like himself, it was entirely thrilling.

For Spencer, not so much.  If it didn’t involve sports or women, the blonde jock had a short attention span at the best of times.  His only itinerary for their celebratory trip was to forget all about school and his upcoming job search and sit on a beach all day.  Beckett had been able to briefly entice his musclebound friend with tales of swords and sorcery and promises of physical exertion by climbing the temple steps, but the novelty quickly wore off.  To Spencer’s credit he didn’t complain or rush his friend, but Beckett wasn’t surprised that the impulsive meathead had taken the stones.

Their guide had been the one to point them out, explaining that whole caches of the engraved relics had been found while excavating the remains.  From what they could determine, local villagers would petition the gods at the temple, leave an offering, and then be given a stone by one of the priests to take with them.  If the gods willed it, their petition would be granted and the stones would reappear in the temple.  Beckett hadn’t asked what happened to people who took them without leaving an offering.  At the time he didn’t think it was relevant.

“So what’s the plan for the rest of the night,” Spencer asked, giving Beckett’s round, firm cheeks a slap before standing and stretching his thick arms over his head.

“I was just gonna crash.  I’m wiped out from traveling all day.”  Beckett rolled back over and watched Spencer drop his shorts, revealing an equally stuffed pair of red briefs and a sizeable, solid rear as he sauntered into the bathroom.

“That’s so lame!”  Spencer splashed water on his square-jawed face and fixed his shaggy blonde hair in the mirror.  “We’re young, good looking guys in a foreign country!  Let’s go get fuckin’ laid, dude.”  He reapplied a fresh layer of deodorant to the deep pits between his pecs and underarms and came back out to inspect his wardrobe options.  The grinning blonde picked up a pair of cargo shorts, let them drop, and then abruptly shucked his briefs before pulling on a pair of dark board shorts and a bright yellow tank-top.

“I promise, I’ll chase all the girls you want tomorrow.  But I’m not in the mood right now, man.”

“If you say so,” Spencer shrugged, adjusting the bulge in his board shorts as he slipped his long, wide feet into his flip flops.

“Yo, real quick...two things: one, remember we’re sharing a bed before you bring her back here,” Beckett laughed.  “Two: remember to put some underwear on this time.  I don’t wanna wake up with your dick on my back again.”

Spencer just smiled and grabbed his crotch on the way out the door.  “No promises!”

**********

Beckett’s first thought upon stirring was that Spencer had simply returned.  He half-opened his eyes on the dark, moonlit room, sensing more than actually seeing, another presence beside his own.

“D’you strike out or what?”  Beckett rolled over sleepily to make room for his friend, only to find that he was already at the edge of the bed and the sheets were gone.  He opened his eyes when his friend didn’t respond, the survival instinct buried deep in his genes suddenly bringing him fully awake.  His heart was already racing as he made out the shape of Spencer sitting upright next to him, staring in wide-eyed shock towards the foot of the bed.  He had time to note that his friend hadn’t remembered to put his underwear on as he saw the blonde man’s rigid cock standing out from between his thick thighs.  He looked away before his brain could tell him not to, his blood going cold at the sight of the figure watching them.

His immediate theory was that someone had broken into their room.  From what he could make out in the dim light, the figure appeared human shaped in its height and width.  Beckett had no idea how long the person had been standing there, or even what time it was.  He shot up to a sitting position like Spencer and opened his mouth to speak, only to discover that his voice wouldn’t come.  He watched the figure tilt their head and felt his body go rigid.  He couldn’t move.

Unable to do anything other than stare at the figure, Beckett started to second guess his original theory.  The figure was humanoid, but not fully human.  The frozen man saw a reptilian shaped skull and what looked like bumpy ridges running across the creature’s shoulder blades.  Two bright, large eyes reflected the moonlight, gleaming in unblinking, crocodile fashion, and a wide, impossible tail ran down onto the floor.

Beckett remembered seeing a similar creature depicted in the carvings at the temple.  Then he saw a clawed, scaled hand reach forward into a beam of moonlight, clutching both purloined stones.  Then his world went black.

**********

“Whaaaa…!”  Beckett’s eyes shot open, his heart still racing.  He blinked against the unexpectedly bright light, confused by the feeling of warmth on his back.  “Where the fuck…” he muttered under his breath, trying to get his bearings.  The last thing he remembered, it had been the middle of the night and he’d been in their hotel room.  Now, he was face down in the sand with the sound of the surf gently lapping behind him.  He lay on a small blanket with his head resting on his solid arms, Spencer still slumbering next to him.  Looking up, he could see their resort a short distance away across the relatively crowded beach.

It was entirely disorienting.  Based on the position of the sun in the cloudless sky it was at least midday, if not later, but he had no recollection of waking up or how they’d gotten there.  He lifted himself up onto his elbows and rubbed the sleep from his face.  It felt like he’d been out of it for days.  Beckett thought back to the monstrous figure at the foot of their bed and wondered again if they’d simply fallen prey to a local gang.  They could have been drugged and robbed and who knows what else.

Something in his gut told him that wasn’t it, though.  The creature at the foot of his bed had seemed too real.  He’d seen a similar reptilian humanoid carved onto the walls of the temple, standing tall in front of prostrated worshippers.  And it had been holding the stones.

On top of that, dream or not, Beckett’s body felt off.  He couldn’t put his finger on it in his groggy state, but laying on his stomach in the sand didn’t feel like it should.  “Fuckin’ christ,” he groaned, finally rolling over.  He took a deep breath and hefted himself into a sitting position, wiping away the stray grains of sand that lingered in the wiry hairs on his sculpted pecs.  “What the fuck is going...on…”

Beckett trailed off, the surprised young man’s eyes going wide at what he saw.  He let out a shocked, drunken laugh as he looked down at a set of bare legs instead of the long board shorts he normally wore.  His first thought upon seeing his exposed, hairy thighs was that he was naked, until he followed the meaty quads back up to his waist and realized it was much, much worse.

“N...no...no that’s not…” He didn’t believe his eyes at first.  The terrified young man kept telling himself that he couldn’t possibly be laying out in nothing but a small bikini bottom that tied at the sides.  More than that, he told himself that the bright pink fabric didn’t really lay flat over a snug, barely covered mound where his meaty package should have been.

Time slowed to a crawl as Beckett stared down at himself.  Other than between his legs, the rest of his athletic frame appeared unchanged.  His shoulders were still broad, his pecs still bulged, his abs were still a washboard.  Flexing his arms, his biceps and triceps still inflated impressively above his striated forearms.  While his tanned, hairy skin still covered the same ample muscle, as he examined himself, it occurred to him that his body was a little too sun-kissed.  He should have had tanlines in the shape of his long board shorts, but there wasn’t so much as the slightest  interruption on his golden skin.

His heart sank further when It finally occurred to him to look over at Spencer and he saw his friend’s large, mostly-bare bottom hanging out around a similar, skimpy bikini.  The blonde jock’s was a tropical green as opposed to his own bright pink, but like his own, it left more of Spencer’s sizeable cheeks exposed than covered.  And like his own, those bare cheeks bore a solid, uninterrupted tan that matched the rest of Spencer’s buff frame.

“Sp...Spence...wake up…” Beckett stammered, reaching over to jostle his slumbering friend.

“Mmm...whu…” the burly man grumbled, burying his face deeper into his arms before going through the same mental checklist as his friend.  After a moment his blinking, sleepy face sprung up with a similar look of confusion.  “The fuck…?  Where are we?  How’d we get out here?”  He let out a sharp laugh of surprise when he looked over and saw his hairy friend’s mostly naked body sitting upright next to him.  “Fuck are you wearing?  I know dudes around here love their speedos but that’s a bit…”

“Dude!”  Beckett interrupted.  “Roll over.”

“What?  Seriously man, how the fuck did we end up...out…”

Beckett watched his friend turn an embarrassed red, then a horrified pale as he rolled over and sat up.  Not only was Spencer dressed the same as him, he was clearly lacking the same parts.  It was almost more jarring for Beckett to see his friend without the long, thick hose and heavy balls he should have had nestled between his powerful thighs.

“Wh...where’s my dick?!”  Spencer’s hand hovered inches above his recently acquired opening, as if he was afraid to touch it.  “Where’s yours?!”

“I don’t know.  I don’t know,” Beckett stammered, unable to do anything other than look back and forth between himself and his friend.  Spencer’s brawny, bulky body was mostly untouched as well.  His friend’s square-jawed face was still the same, and Spencer still had his piston-like arms, heavy, protruding pecs, solid stomach, and tree-trunk legs.  The only thing out of place was the feminine new slit below his waist.

The big man finally bit the bullet, wincing as his meaty hand came to rest on top of his alien equipment.  “I don’t…I mean...how?!  The last thing I remember is getting back to the room.  I struck out at the bar last night and got real drunk, but I...” he paused, a look of fear washing over him.  “Oh fuck...did you see that...thing...in our room last night?  I thought it was just a dream.”

Beckett nodded.  “I woke up and it was standing there with…the GODDAMN STONES I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE,” he shouted, a surge of anger momentarily replacing his fear.  “FUCK!”

Spencer went on the defensive, raising his hands and shaking his head.  “Whoa, whoa, whoa….you don’t really believe that some...what, old lizard god?  That some old lizard god came and did this to us because I took a couple rocks?”

“Yes!  That’s exactly what I believe!  Fucking look at us!  How else does...this...happen?!”  Beckett gestured wildly towards their flattened crotches.

The muscled blonde wouldn’t budge.  “That’s ridiculous!  There’s gotta be some kind of explanation.”

“Like what?  Someone took us and lopped our dicks off?  This isn’t surgery, dude.  That shit doesn’t just happen overnight!”  In his flailing, Beckett finally noticed his phone on the blanket next to him.  Hoping for some clue he grabbed it and brought the screen up, his blood going cold at what he saw.

“What?  What is it?” Spencer asked after watching Beckett’s staring face go slack-jawed.

“The...the date.  Look at it.”  He held his phone out and saw the realization slowly dawn on Spencer’s face.  The blonde man’s expression went from angry, to confused, to terrified.  According to Beckett’s phone, it was the day before; the day they should have been visiting the temple.

“That’s...I mean...someone can change that, right,” Spencer stammered, his voice shaking.

“Pictures!  I posted pictures….” Beckett muttered to himself, pulling up his instagram account.  “Fuck!” He let the phone drop as if it had suddenly become red hot.

“What?  What is it?”  Spencer grabbed the discarded phone, unable to comprehend what he saw on the screen.  Beckett had indeed posted pictures, but they were somehow of the two of them in their current state.  The pictures of them shirtless in their boardshorts at the resort bar were now pictures of them in their revealing bikinis, complete with missing packages.  Adding to the confusion, several of their friends had commented, none of them mentioning what the men were lacking.  There were even a few “lookin’ good fellas” followed by fire emojis, but no concern for the missing bulges.  “How...this isn’t possible…” Spencer frantically scrolled through the pictures, finding history altered.  There were photos of the two of them from years ago showing them dressed, and built, in similar fashion.  The shell-shocked hunks were at a loss for words, unable to do anything other than stare at each other in stunned silence.

“Dude, knock it off!” Beckett finally snapped when he saw Spencer’s eyes dropping to his empty bikini.  He turned away, blushing.  “Don’t look at me!”

“Don’t look at me either,” the blonde barked, shifting his meaty thighs to cover himself and wincing at what he didn’t feel squishing between them.

They sat in silence, the gentle crashing of the waves and the warm sea air mocking them with its serenity.  “What do we do now?  Do we call someone?  Do we go back to the temple?”  Beckett looked around, suddenly acutely aware of how crowded the beach was.  No matter what they did, the first step would be to get back to the room.  Neither of them appeared to have a towel, and while one of them could wrap themselves in the small blanket, there was no way they’d both fit.  “Maybe we just stay here for a bit and let the crowd thin out…”

Spencer nodded, his face going crimson at the thought of strutting across the busy sands in his current state.  He wrestled internally with whether it was better to roll back over onto his stomach and have his ass hanging out for everyone to see, or stay upright and potentially show off his missing package.  He settled for crossing his thick thighs and leaning back on his powerful arms, trying not to focus on how different his legs felt stacked on top of each other.

Beckett followed suit, the two of them trying their best to look casual.  For the first time, the lean, handsome stud cursed his looks.  In any other scenario, the thought of sitting nearly naked on the beach with his hairy, athletic body on display for people to check out would have been mildly embarrassing at best.  But with that embarrassment would have come a rush of vain pride.  Now, instead of a confident stud showing off his masculine looks, he felt like a freak being stared at in a carnival.

It was all in their heads.  People did look at them and check them out, but no one so much as gave a second glance to their bright, inappropriate bikinis.  As far as the world at large was concerned, they were just another pair of beach goers enjoying the surf and sand.

Neither of them mentioned to the other how they kept finding their gazes lingering on the men that walked by.  Like all guys, they were used to checking out the competition, but this was different.  This was hungry.  When a well built, speedo-clad hunk jogged by, both men turned their heads to follow his bouncing cheeks in synchronized, clockwork fashion.  They caught each other, blushed, looked down in shame, then promptly did it again a few moments later when a pair of chiseled, adonises passed in the opposite direction, the bulges in their square-cut trunks filled to capacity.

“Fuck dude,” Spencer laughed bashfully.  “What are we even doing right now?  Were you just checking those guys out?”

“Were you?” Beckett shot back, his furry pecs rising and falling in a deep sigh.

Spencer punched his friend’s solid upper arm.  “I asked you first!”

The dark haired man laughed back at his friend, the sound making him pause.  He hadn’t noticed the overwhelming fear leaving his body.  “Are you...not nearly as freaked out as you should be?  Why am I feeling so calm about this?”

Spencer shrugged and rolled his head on his shoulders, the tension having disappeared entirely.  “Fuck...now that you mention it…” he squirmed on the blanket and looked down at his small bikini, feeling none of the fear he had before.  “This is starting to feel...normal?  Is that good?”

“Fuck if I know,” Beckett said as he did the same.  Instead of disgust, his first thought was that the pink material looked good against his tan.

Spencer leaned over and interrupted Beckett’s staring.  “Seriously though, were you checking those dudes out?”

“Dude! What is…”

“Because they’re coming this way,” Spencer said, cutting his friend off.

Beckett looked up just in time to see the two men making a beeline for them.  Instead of feeling cornered like he’d expected, he felt himself grinning at their approach.  The two men appeared to be about their age and had similar builds.  They looked like the kind of guys Beckett and Spencer would have called teammates back in college, broad and strapping with plenty of well-defined muscle covering their powerful bodies.  He tried to appear nonchalant as he pored over them, confusingly unable to decide which was more attractive.  The man on the left was a tall, dark-skinned stud with a buzzed scalp and strikingly handsome features on top of his impressive build, while his friend on the right was slightly shorter, with shaggy auburn hair, a stockier build, and a cute, boy-next-door face.  Up close, Beckett felt a twinge of embarrassing envy at the sight of their stuffed, bulging trunks.

“Hey,” the tall one waved, grinning down at them.  His eyes were fixed intently on Beckett’s hairy, reclining frame while the friend smiled over at Spencer.

“Hey there,” Beckett said, smiling as he watched Spencer go through the familiar routine of puffing his massive pecs out like he did when he was trying to pick up women at the bar.

“You two are staying at the resort, right,” the tall one asked.  “I feel like I saw you in the bar last night.”

Beckett nodded.  “Surprised you remembered us with all the people in there.”

The tall man flashed a charming grin.  “Hard to forget you two.  I’m Tyson.  This is Kyle.”  The stocky man waved, trying to be subtle as he continued to check out Spencer.  “You’re American, right?”

“Nebraska State,” Spencer said proudly.  “You?”

“We’re Chicago boys,” Kyle said, casually flexing his abs and a meaty arm as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair.  He looked around the crowded beach with a grimace.  “Hoped to get away from the city crowds, but…”

Tyson motioned over his shoulder.  “There’s a spot further up that’s way less crowded.  A little rocky, but not bad.  Feel like joining us?”

There was a heavy pause as Beckett and Spencer exchanged a quick glance.  Both men knew exactly what was happening, they just weren’t used to being on this end of the process.  Normally they were the ones in Tyson’s and Kyle’s position, not the ones getting picked up.  Still, whether they were willing to say it or not, both men desperately wanted to go.  Beckett was feeling a strangely familiar throbbing, and Spencer was practically licking his lips.

“Sure!” the blonde man said eagerly, answering for Beckett like he always did in these situations.  They clambered to their feet and grabbed their things, making it several yards down the beach before either of them gave a thought to what they must look like.  Beckett could feel the tiny, triangular patch of fabric that was the back of his bikini worm itself between his round, hairy globes as he walked.  He watched Spencer’s do the same as they lumbered mostly naked over the sand next to their new friends.  The lack of their heavy packages shifting between their legs as they walked was jarring in its alien familiarity.  With one step they were acutely aware of what they lacked, but with the next it felt perfectly normal.

The same went for their flirtatious behavior.  In one moment Beckett would be mortified at the thought of his playful banter and the way he occasionally brushed against the taller man’s smooth skin, but the next he was eager to follow it through.  He could hear Spencer doing the same, complimenting Kyle on his brawny build while giving the stocky man’s ass a squeeze.  Even letting the two strangers take the lead was new for the normally assertive young men.  They weren’t used to being the ones that were led somewhere.

“Here we are,” Tyson said proudly as they rounded a tall boulder and came to a secluded cove.  They hadn’t passed another person for several minutes and there didn’t appear to be anyone else around, leaving the small stretch of sand and crystal clear water to themselves.

“A little out of the way, but worth it,” Kyle added.

“Sure is!” Spencer darted off towards the water, his bare cheeks bouncing enticingly with each bounding step.

Beckett watched Kyle eyeing his friend hungrily before going to join him.  “You guys coming?”

The two men exchanged smug grins and followed at a slower pace, enjoying the view of Beckett and Spencer’s glistening bodies splashing in the waves.

The water was the excuse they needed.  Their flirting progressed from merely talking, to splashing, to tackling each other in the waves.  Their hands were all over each other, conveniently landing on bare cheeks or solid bulges as they laughed and tumbled.  It wasn’t long before Beckett surfaced to find Spencer bobbing in Kyle’s beefy arms, the shaggy haired man giving his tall friend a look that said “go away.”

“Feel like heading to shore,” Beckett asked Tyson, getting the same look from Spencer.

The tall man nodded eagerly and took the hairy stud by the hand, pulling him along to a rocky outcropping that obscured them from view.  He patted the sand next to him, but Beckett instead dropped down in front, scooting back so that he was straddled by Tyson’s long, solid legs and could lean against the other man’s broad chest.  Tyson wrapped his arms around Beckett’s trim waist and held him close.  “I’m glad we ran into you two again,” he said, his voice smooth and deep.

“Me too.  We haven’t really met anyone down herrrruuunnnnnn…” Beckett broke off into a quick groan when Tyson’s soft lips found their way to his earlobe and started nibbling.  The big man’s hands were gently stroking his chest and stomach while his mouth slid down from his ear to begin kissing his neck.  Beckett stopped talking.  The only sounds he made were soft moans and gasps as Tyson’s hands kneaded his pecs.

Beckett didn’t understand why he was so turned on.  Tyson’s body was like a brick wall behind him, not the soft, supple flesh he was used to in these situations.  Nor was he used to being the one that was held.  The other man’s strong arms and toned thighs had Beckett pinned in place, but instead of wanting to pull away, the hairy stud wanted to sink in, entirely content to let his new friend take control.  Like everything else that was happening, there was an odd familiarity to his behavior, as if this was far from the first time he’d done this.  When he grabbed Tyson’s hand and guided it south down his firm abs he wasn’t surprised, he was eager.  And when that hand slid under his bikini and pressed against his hungry lips instead of wrapping around a throbbing cock, he was perfectly satisfied.

Part of his brain still sounded an alarm.  He knew he shouldn’t be wearing a bikini and getting fingered by another man.  It told him he should be in Tyson’s position, fingering a hot, chesty blonde.  He should be playing football and picking up girls with the tall man, not squirming and whimpering in his lap.  Out in the water he could see Spencer wrapped in Kyle’s arms while the two passionately kissed, their hands all over each other, lingering out of sight below the surface.  It didn’t strike him as odd.  He had to force himself to think back on Spencer as a charming ladies man.  The longer he looked, the more ridiculous it seemed to picture the buff blonde with a woman in his arms.  He and Kyle just looked right together.

“FFuuuuuuck,” Becket moaned, pushing himself back against the solid lump in Tyson’s tight trunks while the other man’s fingers probed his insides.  Intense darts of pleasure shot through him while a steady pressure continued to build.  He wanted to turn and press his lips against the other man’s, but he didn’t want Tyson to stop.

“How we doin,” the tall man asked, nibbling on the groaning man’s ear again.

“Pr...pretty good…” Beckett panted, wide-eyed.  “Do you guys wanna...go...back to one of the rooms?”  He tried, and failed, to not sound desperate.

“Ha!” Tyson laughed and pulled his hand free, rubbing Beckett’s meaty thigh instead.  “I really do, but I might need a minute.”  He ground his solid pole against the other man’s back for emphasis.

“I can probably speed that along,” Beckett purred, twisting in Tyson’s grasp to finally press their lips together.  As he did, his hand slipped into the tight trunks and wrapped around the throbbing monster that lurked inside.  It felt huge, but then Beckett had never held another man’s dick before.  He knew how his own should feel, but even as he had that thought it felt wrong.  Of course he wouldn’t know what it was like to have a throbbing cock between his legs, unless it belonged to someone else.

He probed the inside of Tyson’s mouth with his tongue while he stroked and tugged.  The big man’s hands slid up and down his back, palming the exposed globes as he pumped his hips against Beckett’s hand.  They were still kissing when the hairy jock heard a quiet grunt and felt a burst of warm fluid spurting against him.  “You’re gonna be able to do that again, right,” he asked with a wry grin.

“Oh, just you wait,” Tyson smiled back as he caught his breath.

Beckett climbed off the other man and waved to Kyle and Spencer, motioning for them to come to shore.  They nodded but it was clear they were still in the middle of something, so he turned his attention back to the softening hunk behind him.  Beckett’s eager hole throbbed at the sight of the other man’s long, thick hose outlined under the trunks, aching for release.  He settled for resuming their makeout session, hungrily exploring Tyson’s long neck and sculpted pecs.

“Gonna be back at square one you keep that up,” the big man laughed, lifting Beckett’s flitting tongue from one of his pert nipples.

“Sorry,” the altered man said, blushing bashfully.  “You’re just….wow…” he sighed, running his hands along Tyson’s impossible abs.

The reclining man’s expression was smug as he toyed with the string of Beckett’s bikini.  “You’re not so bad yourself, gorgeous.”

The part of himself that was still aware paled at how good Tyson’s words made him feel.  He thought about how many times he’d been in the locker room, listening to guys like Tyson brag about hookups just like this one.  Knowing he’d be the easy lay in that story made his stomach turn almost as much as the thought turned him on.

“Here they come,” Tyson said, giving Beckett’s ass a swat as he climbed to his feet.  The hairy man turned to see Spencer walking back to shore with Kyle’s arm around him, tying his bikini back into place while a fat, semi-hard cock bulged in the stocky man’s trunks.  The old Beckett didn’t know what was harder to process, seeing the muscled blonde walked back to shore in another man’s arms, or the shapeless patch of fabric where his friend’s equally thick cock should be.

“We going back to the room,” Kyle asked, leaning in to kiss the side of Spencer’s head.

Tyson nodded and the group headed back the way they came.  The altered blonde didn’t seem nearly as concerned as he had been on the way out as he left Kyle’s arm around him the whole time, not caring who saw him.  Beckett was less of an exhibitionist, clinging tight to Tyson’s hand to ignore the sense of dread he felt parading exposed and misshapen in front of everyone.  The walk felt like it took hours, both from his humiliation and the building anticipation.

Kyle and Spencer only made it as far as the resort before they started going at it again.  The elevator doors had barely closed when they resumed their passionate embrace from earlier.  Beckett was further struck by the group’s similarities when Tyson just sighed and shook his head.  Kyle was acting the way Spencer normally did, while the tall man filled the role of adult that was usually his.  The two separated again just as the doors opened and they stepped out past a group of tourists who gaped at the four, muscular men strutting down the hallway, two of them in particular catching their eyes.

“Daaaamn, you guys got one of the nice rooms,” Spencer whistled as they entered their new friends’ spacious suite.  “Ours just has one bedddd….hey!”  He was cut off when Kyle abruptly untied the sides of his bikini and whipped it away, leaving Spencer’s altered body naked for Beckett to see.  The sight of his friend’s brawny body without the girthy package that should have swung between his strong legs was almost enough to snap Beckett out of the haze he’d fallen into.  Watching Kyle and Spencer fall into a heap on the bed, the two men could have just been wrestling.  It was a sight he’d seen enough living with Spencer over the years.  But then he’d get a glimpse of his friend’s missing equipment and the reality would be driven home.  Further making the point, Beckett watched Spencer tug the stocky man’s trunks down and wrap his lips around the fat rod that sprung free.

“That took about as long as I thought it would,” Tyson said, resting his head on Beckett’s broad shoulder as he untied the hairy man’s bikini.  Beckett felt it fall free, telling himself that what he saw when he looked down couldn’t be anymore surprising than his meathead friend blowing another guy.

He was wrong.  Since waking up he’d been trying not to look at what lurked under the bikini, but now he didn’t have a choice.  He kept expecting to see his thick, seven inch rod standing proudly out, but all he saw was a small, manicured patch of hair above his unwanted new orifice.

“You okay,” Tyson asked, feeling the other man tense in his arms.

Beckett cleared his throat and nodded.  “Yeah...just...distracted for a minute.”  He turned and pressed himself against the solid man, hoping the physical contact would drive all other thoughts from his head.  He slid his hands down into the back of Tyson’s trunks and gripped the granite, ebony globes before pushing the tight fabric down.  “So where were we?”

The were on the bed in a flash, Beckett writhing under Tyson’s naked body.  The taller man’s rigid cock was wedged between them, throbbing to its thick, full eight inches.  Beckett was even more impressed now that he could see the mammoth organ, and that appreciation only grew when it was slowly worked inside.

“MMMMMMmmmmmmggggoooooooood yeeeessss,” he moaned, his fingers digging into Tyson’s wide back as the pulsing organ pushed in deep.  His body’s response only confirmed Beckett’s earlier feelings that, somehow, this was far from the first time he’d been on the receiving end.  There was no pain, just a lit up electrical grid of pleasure as Tyson started rhythmically pumping.

Beckett was overwhelmed.  Everything from the waves of muscle-melting bliss to Tyson’s solid body on top of him was in hyper focus.  The part of himself that said he should be the one on top, rolling his hips to stab in and out of a moist hole, was drowned out entirely.  Beckett didn’t care about who should be doing what so long as the ecstatic feeling never stopped.  It didn’t matter what his body looked like or what kind of equipment he had between his legs if it could make him feel this good.

It didn’t hurt that Tyson was a pro.  The tall man brought him to the brink over and over, speeding up and slowing down, thrusting deep and then shallow.  From the perspective of a former peer, Beckett was silently impressed with his new friend’s technique.  From his current perspective he was much more vocal, grunting and howling helplessly.

He wasn’t surprised when he looked over and saw Spencer riding Kyle on top.  His blonde friend was flexing his huge arms behind his head while he rocked his hips on the prone jock’s lap, working the stout rod deeper and deeper into his newly acquired hole.

They made eye contact and grinned at each other, though Beckett didn’t know why.  This was new for them.  They’d had sex with the other person in the room before, but that was when they’d had to share a room and the other always pretended to be asleep.  This was different.  This was them gleefully getting fucked by two men.  This was them knowing as soon as they walked out the door they’d be nothing but an easy pair of beach girls, a story for Kyle and Tyson to bring up whenever they wanted to brag about the time they fucked those two together on vacation.

The knowledge didn’t dull their odd sense of triumph.  They’d have a story of their own, about how they’d picked up the two hung, handsome studs and promptly had their brains fucked out.  Beckett could already hear himself describing the way Tyson’s expert rod made him scream, and from the sheer look of ecstasy on Spencer’s blissed-out face he knew his buff friend wouldn’t be able to shut up about this anymore than he’d been able to when he was the one doing the stuffing.

“ooooohhhhHHHOOOOOO…!” Beckett groaned, his attention snapping back to the muscular man on top of him when he felt the throbbing pressure about to give.  His furry pecs were bouncing up and down from Tyson’s forceful thrusts, each plunge its own microcosm of pleasure.  For the first time he didn’t think of his unwanted alteration as a curse.

“Having fun,” Tyson asked with a smug grin, not seeming the slightest bit out of breath though Beckett was panting and moaning.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna…” the altered man stammered, wide-eyed.  He was cut off before he could continue by Tyson’s lips pressing down on his, the other man’s strong tongue slipping into his mouth just as he came.  Beckett’s desperate, animalistic grunts were swallowed by the tall man on top of him as his every muscle melted.  His body was a liquid pool of pure, all-encompassing ecstasy.

Time slowed to a crawl under the mushroom cloud of pleasure. Instead of blacking out, the hairy stud became acutely aware of each little sensation.  Tyson’s pulsing cock, jammed inside, was like a grounding rod for the electric current surging through him.  When it spasmed and unloaded a torrent of warm fluid Beckett arched up off the bed, tearing his mouth away and unleashing a bellow that nearly left him hoarse.

On the bed next to him he watched Spencer’s muscles bouncing wildly as Kyle’s jackrabbit pounding rocked him up and down.  The blonde man’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth hanging open and issuing forth a constant whimper.  He’d stopped flexing, reaching down and clutching Kyle’s waist instead.

“Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck….” Kyle panted.  “You’re so...fuckin’....hot...jesus…” The stocky man was nowhere near as confident and collected as his tall friend, but the end result was the same.  Spencer’s eyes shot open without warning.  The low whimper grew to an echoing scream and he arched his back so quick Beckett was afraid it would snap.  He watched his blonde friend spasm and shudder while Kyle did the same, seemingly caught off guard by the buff man’s intense, lustful display.

“Whhhoooooooo,” Spencer finally whistled, a stunned smile on his flushed face.  The muscled jock rocked his hips a few more times to pump the last drops from Kyle’s fat, softening cock, not wanting the other man to pull out.  “That was fun.”

Kyle rubbed Spencer’s large thighs while the other man rocked, with a sleepy, contented grin on his boyish face.  “You’re...really good at that,” he stammered bashfully.

The implications rolled off Spencer’s broad shoulders without sinking in.  The blonde adonis shifted off Kyle’s lap, enjoying instead of loathing the sensation of fluid leaking out from between his legs.  He leaned over and stroked the other man’s beefy chest, giving him a quick peck on the lips.  “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

In the other bed, Beckett was wrapped in one of Tyson’s long arms, pressing his naked body back against the other man while they enjoyed the afterglow.  “How long are you two here?  Maybe wanna do this again before we all leave,” Tyson asked, his hand stroking through the trail of fur on Beckett’s abs, drifting closer and closer to the other man’s new opening.

Spencer locked eyes with Beckett before rolling over and pulling Kyle on top of him.  “Why wait?”

**********

The next day Beckett and Spencer were back on the beach, only this time the two altered jocks had no desire to hide themselves.  Spencer was sprawled out on his stomach, the tiny, floral print bikini wedged nearly invisible between his solid, tanned globes.   From this angle, not taking into account his choice of swimwear, the blonde hunk still looked every bit the masculine stud.  His broad, tapering back rippled with muscle and his chest puffed impressively as he lifted himself up onto his elbows to check out passing men.  It wasn’t until he rolled over and exposed the flat front instead of a bulging pouch that anyone would think he was anything other than a handsome, athletic young stud.

Next to him, Beckett was more obvious.  The tanned, hirsute hunk’s powerful arms inflated impressively as he lounged casually on his back, showing off his ripped stomach and furry pecs in the process.  His legs stretched out in front of him, the bare, meaty thighs lined with ample definition.  Whether someone gazed up from Beckett’s feet or down from his broad shoulders, their eyes all came to rest on the flat patch of bright green bikini that barely covered his waxed pussy, the one spot on his body he kept free of hair.

“Check out these two,” Beckett said loudly as a pair of chiseled, tanned young men did a slow pass.  The two were clad in stuffed, striped speedos, their muscled bodies spilling out around the small swimwear.  They were built like rugby players, with thick, meaty lower halves and big, beefy arms.

The two passing men gave each other a quick look and stopped.  “Hey there,” the shaggy headed brunette said, his voice marked by a thick british accent that made Beckett throb.

Spencer gave his ample cheeks a flex as he grinned up at the pair.  “Ohhh, where are you boys from?”

The other, a buzzed-scalp ginger, had his eyes locked squarely on the blonde’s exposed rear.  “Manchester,” he said proudly.  “You two American?”

Beckett flexed his protruding pecs with a smug grin.  “Born and bred.”

“Feel like goin’ for a swim,” the brunette asked, motioning over a muscular shoulder.

Beckett looked over at his friend with a victorious grin.  They had the men hooked already.  It was surprisingly easy for them.  Despite their overall masculine looks, men practically threw themselves at the duo.  Women didn’t so much as give them a second glance anymore, but they didn’t want them to anyway.  Both men still knew that something impossible had occurred, but with each passing hour their old lives were fading away.  After their romp with Kyle and Tyson they’d returned to their room to find that, as far as the world was concerned, they’d apparently always been like this.  Instead of boxer briefs, they each had thongs and lace.  Instead of swim trunks, they had bikini bottoms and small, terry cloth shorts.  Their social media pages were filled with pictures of themselves showing off their altered endowments while hanging off various men over the years.  Their circle of friends still seemed to be the same, only now the guys were asking them what kind of dick they were getting instead of how much pussy they’d found.

It was hard to be alarmed.  They both knew they should be, but it took effort to actually feel any of that anxiety.  Slipping into a crimson thong or tying on a skimpy bikini bottom felt perfectly natural, and they acted like it.  Other than their clothes and the fact that they were trying to hook up with guys, they behaved in the same bro-ish, jocky way they always did.  Only now when they toweled off after a shower, they saw each other’s flat new lips instead of their hefty packages.  It had been jarring at first, but even as soon as the following morning Beckett had to consciously remind himself that they shouldn’t look that way.

It certainly didn’t help that their bodies responded like they’d done all this before.  Their afternoon fuck session with the two studs the day before hadn’t been awkward or fumbling in the slightest.  Not only did they know how to use their altered equipment, they knew exactly how to get guys off, something they shouldn’t be so well versed in.

Yet there they sat, eagerly staring at the two beefy studs in front of them.  Beckett could already feel a growing dampness at the thought of what the short, thick cock he saw in the ginger’s speedo would feel like inside him.

“A swim sounds great,” Spencer said, rolling over slowly and seductively rising to his feet.  The floral patch of fabric in the front was barely present, leaving the ripped blonde mostly naked.  It wouldn’t have covered even a fraction of his heavy, hairy balls or long, thick hose, but now it was just enough.  It rode low on his hips, showing off his shredded obliques and the way his abdomen tapered down between his thighs.  He turned and reached a hand down to Beckett, thrusting his bare cheeks backwards and nearly causing the brunette’s eyes to bug out of his skull.  Beckett could already see the speedo twitching.

“Uh, here, let me help with that,” the ginger said, quickly stepping forward to brush the sand from Beckett’s back.  The hairy stud grinned and pretended not to notice when the blushing redhead copped a feel of his plump rear, not at all embarrassed at being felt up by another guy in front of everyone.  He smiled at the two and put a hand on the other man’s freckled, solid chest.

“Do you two really want to go for a swim?  Or do you want to come up to our room instead?”  The two exchanged a quick, surprised glance, their faces turning red even as they nodded.  “Thought so,” Beckett laughed, snapping the redhead’s speedo.  He wrapped an arm around the other man’s tight waist, his hand dropping and squeezing the solid rear.  “Now we’re even,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the blushing man’s ear.

“Careful Beckett, don’t wanna break him,” Spencer laughed at the sight of the flustered man as he led the eager brunette by the hand.

“At least not until we get to the room,” the hairy man purred.