Blue Eyed & Blessed: Territory (Patreon)

“Wait…you’re gay?”  Luke felt himself blush.  He shifted uncomfortably as he stood in nothing but his boxers, his hands instinctively drifting down to cover the outlined cock that pushed against the threadbare fabric.

Eric, fully clothed in nylon shorts and a slim, fitted t-shirt, folded his toned arms across his chest, his expression as defiant as his body language.  “You mean you didn’t know,” he asked, fixing the former jock with a surprisingly stern gaze.

The copper-haired man shook his head, wondering why he felt nervous.  He was significantly larger than the scrawny blonde, even more so with the extra weight he’d gained over the last few years, but under Eric’s defensive stare he suddenly felt small.  “No, I didn’t have a clue.  I’m not trying to be a dick or anything, I’m just surprised.  You don’t seem like a…”

“Like a what,” Eric asked when Luke abruptly ended the sentence.

“I just mean you’re not, like, in someone’s face about it, you know?  It’s cool, you do you, man, just as long as we’re clear that I’m not on the menu,” the bigger man said, reflexively puffing out his thick chest.  “None of that gay shit over here.”

“Excuse me,” Eric laughed, his stony expression going surprised.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I appreciate you letting me crash here and helping me out and all…but I’m not, like, interested in any of that if you’re only doing it to try and get with me.”

“Holy shit,” the smaller man spat.  “Do you even hear yourself?  I find your broke ass literally living on the street, I let you crash here a couple times a week so you can shower and use my address for your mail, and you think I’m doing it just so I can, what?  Seduce you?  And what exactly are you bringing to the table, Mister Unemployed Homeless Man?”

Luke wanted to argue, to say that he brought an athletic body and a handsome face to the table if nothing else, but he was well aware that most of his looks had fled with his last job.  He’d briefly been the Big Man On Campus, the pretty-boy jock who could charm his way into anyone’s bed, but an unfortunate injury had put those days behind him.  And without his natural athleticism to fall back on, Luke had been left floundering.  He wasn’t actually smart enough to pursue a degree without the baseball scholarship ensuring his place on campus, nor did he have the skills for any jobs that didn’t revolve around manual labor, meaning it didn’t take long before the former hotshot had exhausted his options.  He’d been surfing from couch-to-couch since truly hitting rock bottom, but while he was genuinely friendly and likable, Luke’s former social circle didn’t like keeping him around.  Without his Top Dog coattails to ride, the former hunk was nothing but a warning sign of how quickly things could go wrong, a buzzkill for the perpetually partying jocks he once thought of as his peers.  And as his body started to lose its luster, as his definition faded and both his frame and face began to fill out, there was even less of a reason to keep him around.

So when he’d bumped into Eric, he’d taken it as a rare stroke of good luck.  They’d shared a class together during undergrad, and though they’d never been friends, the wiry blonde remembered him and had offered to help without the slightest hesitation.  For nearly a month now, Luke had been crashing on Eric’s couch several nights each week, availing himself of the other man’s shower, food, washing machine, and general hospitality.  The toned blonde hadn’t been entirely naive, it had taken a few nights for him to start to let his guard down, and he’d made it clear that Luke had to be out of there when he left for class in the morning, yet he’d been nothing but friendly even while the trust between them grew.  Nor had Eric ever been at all inappropriate, including the times when the brawny ex-jock would be clad in nothing but a towel while the few clothes he possessed were in the wash.

And now Luke had potentially shattered that trust, all because Eric said he needed the apartment to himself for a date the next night.  “You don’t need to be an asshole about it,” the bigger man spat defensively.  “Plenty of people would still love a piece of this even if you don’t.”

“Oh, so now you WANT me to be into you,” Eric asked, exasperated.

“No!  Of course not. I’m just sayin’ you could do worse,” Luke countered, wondering why his ego felt so wounded.

Eric shook his head and sighed.  “Look…I’ve got class in a couple hours.  Take your shower and then split.  Maybe this was a bad idea after all.”

“No, hey, I’m not…” Luke trailed off when Eric turned and left him alone in the small living room.  He debated whether or not he should follow and try to patch things up, but he guessed that forcing things would only make them worse.  He also didn’t understand why it felt so urgent in the first place.  He’d been kicked off couches before, and it’s not like he and Eric had ever really been friends, so Luke couldn’t put his finger on why the thought bothered him so much.

He mulled it over as he sulked into the shower, feeling sorry for himself while he lathered up his burly bulk. Luke longed for the days when his paunchy midsection had been tight and tapering, when his six-foot frame had been athletic and sculpted.  He’d never been a massive meathead like some of the guys on the team, opting instead to keep himself fit and trim without becoming unwieldy.  It was a shape that had perfectly accentuated his thick log of a cock and boy-next-door features in equal measure, and it was a shape that, at only twenty four years old, had already become a thing of the past.

But it wasn’t his faded physique that truly bothered him.  The more he thought about it, the more Luke winced at the prospect of having actually hurt Eric’s feelings.  Even at the height of his glory, the ginger jock had never been a bully.  He’d been smug and occasionally thoughtless, but never intentionally cruel.  So to have potentially hurt the other man, especially after everything Eric had done for him, filled Luke with a rapidly growing guilt.

And then there were the other, more confusing emotions.  It was slowly occurring to the former hunk that a not inconsiderable part of his defensive reaction had been rooted in jealousy.  He’d been so busy processing Eric’s coming out that he hadn’t noticed at the time, but the sensation had punched him in his softened belly as soon as the blonde had mentioned the upcoming date.  And as much as Luke tried, he couldn’t quite convince himself that it was simply because he’d been having a prolonged dry spell that made him envious.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe Eric’s coming out hadn’t been such a surprise, and maybe there was more than mere gratitude behind his feelings for the smaller man.  After all, Luke had come to genuinely look forward to the time they spent together, especially when there was nothing but a thin towel separating his naked bulk from the lean little blonde.  He’d tried to tell himself that he’d latched on because he was lonely and in need of a friend, but that didn’t explain why his thoughts kept drifting back to a few specific, drunken encounters during his college days, or how much he truly missed the naked “horsing around” in the locker room with the other guys.

“Guess it was the same shitty luck after all,” Luke sighed to himself as he wrapped the damp towel around his waist.  “Might as well start making…other…plans…” he trailed off when he finally looked at his reflection in the steamy mirror, a light blue glow illuminating his eyes from within.  “FUCK!  What the hell is that?!  Wait…it’s not…it can’t be the…” he stammered, his heart racing.  He’d heard about the supposed glowing eyes “curse” just like everyone else.  Magenta if you were “bad”, sapphire if you were “good”, though exactly how a person was classified, and who did the classifying, no one seemed to know.  Luke had never put much stock in the rumors himself, but now, staring at a pair of vibrant blue beacons, he was rapidly becoming a believer.  “Uh…Eric?  Are you out there,” he called, not wanting to step away from the mirror.  He’d heard about what was supposed to happen, how a person’s body, not to mention their entire life, would change, and he was afraid that if he took his eyes off himself he’d lose what he had.  “Can you…can you come in here for a second.”

There was a long pause before the door slowly crept open.  “What’s up,” the blonde asked as he stepped inside, his earlier anger forgotten upon hearing the actual fear in Luke’s voice.  “Are you okaaAAAAYYYYY WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelped, instinctively jerking back when the bigger man turned the glowing gaze in his direction.  An ill-placed pool of water on the slippery tile sent him tumbling to his perky bubble, but Eric barely registered the impact as he gawked up at his friend.

“I don’t know!  I don’t know!  I…I was just drying off after the shower and I looked in the mirror and my eyes were…were…” Luke stammered, failing to notice when the towel lost its grip and left him looming naked above the prone blonde.  He kept looking back and forth between the man on the floor and his reflection in the mirror, his head spinning as it tried to keep up with the rush of information pouring in.  Like a scanner reading a barcode, the azure illumination seemed to be decoding Eric’s desire and transmitting it directly into his brain.  In an instant, Luke knew exactly what the other man liked, and exactly what he was about to become.  “This is…this is good, though, right?  The…the blue ones…they only happen when two people who are meant to be a…it has to be a match…right?”

Eric swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the thick cock and heavy balls that swung like a pendulum mere inches from his face.  He’d been telling the truth when he said he hadn’t thought of Luke in an intimate manner before, but having the burly ex-jock’s naked bulk towering over him was another matter entirely.  “You…you know as much as I do,” he finally croaked.

Luke started to speak but stopped, letting his growing smile answer for him at first.  He knew Eric was enjoying the view, so he let the other man take full advantage.  “You got that right,” he finally said, running a slow hand down his meaty midsection.  “Right now, I know plenty.  Like how much you love a big boy,” he grunted, a wave of pressure wrapping itself around him from head to toe.  A part of Luke wanted to be afraid, but something at his core told him he didn’t have anything to fear, that this was a gift, not a curse.  So when he felt his thighs start to expand, when he saw his ample rear swelling like a pair of muscled pumpkins in the mirror, he didn’t try to fight it.  He embraced the growth, relishing the sight of his burly belly solidifying into a prominent muscle gut.  It wasn’t the tight, tapering waist he’d had before, but that’s not what Eric wanted, so neither did he.  The body enveloping him wasn’t that of a varsity pretty boy, but of a ginger giant.  Luke heard himself laugh, a deep, rugged sound that seemed to bounce around his granite slab of a chest before punching its way out of his lantern jawed mouth.  With the way he’d expanded the noise had plenty of room to travel, as his broad wall of a back left him with a wingspan so wide he’d almost have to turn to his side to pass through a doorway.  The thick, coiled muscles actually did add a taper to his beefy torso, especially when paired with the cannonball shoulders and piston arms that hung from it, completing the framework of Luke’s imposing new look.  “Fuuuuuuuuuck this feels weird,” the hulking redhead groaned, running a now-massive hand through the dusting of russet fur that suddenly coated his formerly smooth skin.

“Lu…Luke?  Are you…is that…” Eric stammered, his own eager eyes practically glowing from the unfiltered lust coursing through him.

The mountain of a man cocked his head and looked down, giving the stammering blonde an unobstructed view of his rugged features.  He was still very clearly recognizable as the same person, but Luke’s pretty-boy face had taken on an unrefined edge that perfectly matched the raw power of his altered physique.  “You tell me,” he barked, planting an enlarged foot against Eric’s chest and shoving the smaller man flat against the floor.  He grinned as he felt the blonde’s heart hammering against the calloused sole, slowly sliding the wide paddle up to the other man’s delicate face.  “Smell like me?”

Eric felt his whole body go crimson as he took a deep breath despite himself, just barely succeeding in holding back a whimper.  “What…what the hell are we doing…” he finally squeaked, flicking his tongue against the heavy limb.

“Ah-ah, I didn’t say you could taste,” Luke chided, sliding the foot back down Eric’s trim torso.  He wasn’t putting his full weight behind it, just enough to keep the other man pinned.  “Look at you,” he said, shaking his head as he slipped the foot under the smaller man’s t-shirt and bunched the fabric up to the blonde’s chest.  “You’re practically drooling.  You enjoying the view from down there,” he goaded, flexing an inflated arm while his other hand began kneading and groping his twitching cock.  The heaping organ and churning balls had inflated like the rest of him, now hanging like a soda can and pair of oranges.  “Don’t answer that.  I can see the little guy for myself,” he chuckled, his foot slipping down to press against the outline of Eric’s rigid cock.

The smaller man hissed and arched his back, not out of pain, though there was just enough of that to make him squirm pleasantly, but out of excitement.  He loved the way it felt.  All of it.  He’d never said any of this to Luke, but somehow the other man had become the embodiment of everything he fantasized about in a partner.  With his naturally compact build, Eric loved the way it felt to be manhandled and tossed around.  He loved the size difference between himself and a big, beefy partner, and how it felt to melt against the mountain of muscle that was their body.

As if he was still reading the blonde’s thoughts, Luke gave a final push with his foot before turning around and gripping his inflated globes.  “Just look at what you went and made me do,” he tutted admonishingly.  “Had to make me grow this thick, fat ass, didn’t you,” Luke purred, flexing and kneading the heaping mounds of muscle.  They looked big even against his expansive new form, though they had to be considering the continental shelf that hovered above them.  “And I hope you’ve got those hands ready ‘cause you’re gonna be massaging the hell outta all this,” the now-hairy hulk grumbled as he flexed his almost comically wide back.  “Only fair, all things considered.  I bust my ass on a construction site all day so my pretty lil’ fella can go to his fancy grad school.  Seems like the least he can do.”

Eric gasped, both from the mesmerizing mass of mountainous muscle flexing above him, and from the rush of altered memories suddenly pouring into his head.  Luke was no longer an acquaintance crashing on his couch; the hulking hunk was his boyfriend.  His partner.  His protector.  And he always had been.  Instead of passing by each other in a college class they became high school sweethearts, with the ginger giant now fending off the bullies that had previously had their way with the slender blonde.  It was a perfect arrangement, with Eric covering Luke’s school work while the brawny redhead worked on growing his massive frame to epic proportions.  Their dynamic switched when they graduated, when Luke took over work duties while Eric focused on college.  With his hulking build the young stud was a living wrecking ball, and he quickly settled into a career in construction that left them comfortably well off while also covering Eric’s tuition.  It was an easy, happy existence, with each of them supporting the other as opposed to their previously isolated existences.  As the blue glow slowly faded from Luke’s eyes, they both knew things hadn’t always been this way, but the life that came before quickly seemed to matter less and less compared to what awaited them.

Luke turned back around and roughly kneaded Eric’s outlined package with his foot again.  “Lose the shirt,” he grunted, his smile growing when the blonde quickly did as he was told.  The sight of the smaller man’s slender, though still leanly built, torso sent a fresh throb through his own rigid monster.  “Those nips aren’t gonna play with themselves,” he said, giving a rough jab with his big toe.  The smaller man yelped and went crimson, his nimble fingers flying to his chest.  “That’s better,” Luke groaned, slowly tugging on his aching log as he watched Eric tweak his toned pecs.  He kept kneading the other man’s cock with his foot the whole time, a growing damp spot forming on the front of the blonde’s shorts.  “Now you’re just making a mess,” Luke sighed, rolling his eyes.  Before Eric could respond, he reached down and scooped the wiry blonde up, tossing him over a shoulder and tugging the shorts down at the same time.  He savored the sound of Eric’s giggle as he gave the other man’s perky bubble a rough swat, dumping him unceremoniously on the mattress when they reached the bedroom.

There were no more words after that.  They’d done this enough times that neither of them needed to say anything.  Instead, their bodies spoke for them, with Eric writhing and squirming in open-mouthed ecstasy as Luke’s girder of a cock slammed into him.  Far from struggling, the wiry blonde took to the task with wild abandon, loving how his hulking lover could fill him like no one else.  He loved it when Luke would casually manhandle him into a different position, or pin him down, or hold him aloft.  He loved how small his five-and-a-half-inches felt swallowed in the bigger man’s rugged grip, and how simultaneously safe he felt in Luke’s powerful embrace.  Eric came first, he always did, but he was content to let Luke thrust away for as long as the grunting hulk required.  Only when they were done, after Eric had nearly been blasted off the ginger’s cock from the force of the potent eruption, did they find their voices again.

“Damnit.  I need to get ready for class,” Eric finally sighed, not wanting to extricate himself from Luke’s heavy arms.

Nor did the bigger man want to let him leave.  “Do you really ‘need’ to,” Luke yawned, unmoving.

“Baby…come on…I’m going to be late,” the blonde grunted, trying, and failing, to squirm his way free.  “I have to rinse off and…”

“No you don’t,” Luke interrupted, giving Eric a peck on the top of the head.  He ran his fingers along the dried cum that coated the blonde’s stomach and thighs.  “Leave it.”

Eric went crimson, but he didn’t argue. “You’re determined to make me as nasty as you, aren’t you?  A big, musky beast,” he teased.

“Never,” Luke said, finally relenting and folding his arms behind his head, though the blonde stayed where he was.  “Just markin’ my territory.”