Sweet Dreams

“Aww… Shit man… I’m sorry... I’m just so fucking tired…” Pete groaned as he drifted a little more off to sleep. All week Pete had been excited for a guy’s night out but now that it actually came to, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Several 14 hour days in a row had just completely drained him from wanting to do anything. He plopped down onto Adam’s couch.

“It’s fine,” Adam lied. He’d been wanting to go out to a bar or something, hit on some chicks and maybe actually score. It’d been a good few months since he’d ever been alone with a woman and somehow Pete was an amazing magnet to them. Just a wink and a nod and he could get any girl to start talking. Course he never really took it past that. After getting married he seemed to only pass the girl’s along to Adam. Not that he was complaining. Though giving it a bit more thought, he couldn’t remember too many times that Pete used that amazing power before he’d gotten married either. “Don’t worry about it… We can just hang out here.” 

“Aww… Man… Thanks,” Pete groaned. He’d turned his head sideways and still looked like he was ready to pass out at any moment. His eyes had already been closed and his body seemed perfectly content sprawled out across the old couch. It didn’t matter that his wide shoulders were twisting his body around the couch. He still seemed to love the position he was in. 

Adam tried to stay quiet as he went and turned on the TV. He was nowhere near as tired as his friend. Going to bed this early would have just had him tossing and turning until when he’d normally go to bed. But at the same time he didn’t have the heart to force Pete off the couch. He flipped on the TV and let some of the football highlights still play in the background.

“Remember when we played football?” Pete droned. 

“Yeah…” Adam smiled as Pete clearly didn’t want to ruin his night. It just wasn’t in the cards. But he did remember those high school days where the two of them became fast friends. They’d had pretty good bodies back then but age seemed to have taken a bit of a toll on them. Pete more so as he seemed to lean further into the ‘dad bod’ and let himself expand like crazy. His wife seemed to love it though Adam couldn’t really see why. He’d always been a fairly big dude. At 6’4” and 250 pounds, most of it being muscle, he’d definitely let himself churn up to a good 300 to 330.

“We were always so sexy,” Pete continued. His voice was still a bit distant as he tried his best not to fall asleep. “Had girls all over asking for our numbers all the time…”

“Yeah…” Adam reminisced a bit, thinking about how easy it’d been to keep that six pack way back when. How he just barely had to eat right, as long as he got enough protein it’d stay away. Now he had to eat chicken breast and rice and then really focus on his workouts. Even then he could feel his belly starting to expand little by little. Most people said it wasn’t noticeable but he could feel the tight feeling around his jeans.

“You still want to play football…”

Adam was taken a bit aback. He hadn’t thought about that in years. After getting a business job, there wasn’t time to play football anymore. Besides everyone he knew wouldn’t be able to play. But suddenly the thought went running through his brain. “I guess…” he agreed.

“Yeah… It’d be awesome. What if we still played?”

“Uhhh…” Adam tried to think about it a bit more. He couldn’t deny that he’d love to relive those glory days again. Feeling the fans cheering for him as he stood in the middle of the stadium. But it’d be bigger. They’d be in an actual stadium instead of the small one they had at school. “It’d be pretty cool I guess…” Adam shrugged. 

“Yeah really cool…” Pete added. "We're famous football players..."

For some reason Adam felt himself drifting off into that fantasy. What if he had stuck with it? What if he had been able to make it further? The thoughts wouldn’t stop. He imagined himself in the locker room starting to change. First he stripped down to his jock and looked over his dense, trim muscles. “Damn…” he smiled as his broad shoulders lead down to a thin waist. Moving ever so slightly he could see each round muscle perfectly shaped muscles.

“Good game,” Pete pat his tight ass as he passed him. 

It was a good reminder that Adam was technically still in public. Even if it was the private locker there were still other guys around and keeping his bare ass out was probably not too good of an idea. However, he also didn’t go to cover it right away. He walked over to Pete and gave him the same kind of celebratory greeting. The big guy didn’t react. He was practically a brick wall. But even that felt soft compared to him.

Pete just looked down at Adam. “Sup?” he grinned as he stripped off his jersey. The pads were next but his wide shoulders were perfectly good at stopping any collisions that were coming right for him. Even if he didn’t have the same tight waist, he still walked around like he was the king of the locker room. The sheer size of him was enough to intimidate anyone. Adam was reminded that as Pete dropped his pants down around his ankles. 

It was hard not to stare. The huge dick was already erect and pointing straight ahead. The light muscular belly didn’t hide any of it. He could see the entire long solid rod poking out. “Like what you see?” Pete mocked as he leaned against the locker. 

Adam hadn’t even noticed that he’d moved. Despite his size, he was amazingly quick as well. A powerful combination for his offensive line. Adam felt himself get a bit nervous. His words seemed to have gotten caught in his throat. On first instinct he nodded, then corrected to a shake. He wasn’t gay. He’d always dated women. But his eyes just wouldn’t turn away. 

“Oh?” Pete smirked. His large hand reached out to grab Adam by the shoulder. He seemed to round the other man just as easily. Normally Adam wouldn’t let that happen so easily. A part of him was still surprised by the astounding speed but still he could have countered it. “I don’t think that’s true…” Pete’s dick pressed up against his backside. 

A high pitched moan escaped his mouth as he was slowly positioned against the lockers. He wasn’t fighting back, only trying to rationalize what was going on. He enjoyed the feeling. Even with Pete’s calloused hands, he had such a gentle touch. Softly running them down the sides of Adam’s body as he gripped the firm muscular ass. Again Adam found himself making a strange grunt. 

Pete’s dick was right up against his ass. He could feel the prick, pushing ever so lightly against it. His body felt weak, completely under the control of the other man. It was hard for him to move. Hard for him to think. He felt his body pressed more tightly against the lockers and hefty flesh behind him. His hands tried to grip onto something but the wall was just too flat.

“Cause I always thought you liked this big ole’ body of mine. Thought it always got you nice and hard.” 

Again Pete wasn’t wrong. Inside the small jock, Adam’s dick seemed to just not stop growing. He could feel the pressure of the fabric trying to hold it back. Pete had gone in a full inch and slowly worming his way in even more. Each soft slow push sent another wave through Adam making his knees feel like they were going to give out. He grit his teeth. 

“Does it?” 

Another inch was pressed up into him. He let out another moan. Another inch. His body fell against the lockers. Another inch. He gripped for any kind of object to hold onto. Another inch. He grit his teeth even harder. Another inch. Pete was the only thing still holding him up. Another inch. He tried to let some out some kind of affirmation. Another inch. It only came out as a deep guttural moan. Another inch. “Y-yes!” he screamed out in pleasure as his own dick bust. Feeling that massive rod filling him up. He couldn’t control his reaction. It was just too much. 

His body thrust back and forth, massaging the giant dick inside him. Pete seemed to love it as he leaned his massive body against the lockers, barely holding himself up over Adam’s slightly smaller body. The constant erratic thrusting was a bit too much to hold onto as his own burst inside the other man. He let out a husky groan then soft peck to the side of Adam’s neck. 

Adam slowly started to come to. The pleasure was a bit too much and he was slowly coming down from that high. “Aww fuck…” his head kind of hurt as he realized what he was just thinking about. “God damn…” he groaned, but did his best not to move too much as Pete’s head was still resting on his leg. Grabbing a pillow, he tucked it where his leg would have been and stood up. 

“What the Hell was that?” he groaned. Stretching to the sky felt good but then a strange wetness in his ass brought him right back down to reality. He looked down at himself seeing a football jersey on his muscular torso. It was impossible for him to see over his pecs but he could tell a wet spot had formed on his front as well. He jumped back and looked over at Pete’s massive body, unable to properly fit onto the couch. Even as he tried to scrunch himself up as much as possible, there was so much still falling off. 

Looking around the room, everything else had changed as well. No longer was he in the small one bedroom apartment but in a living room the size of his old apartment. Lining the walls were several framed photos of him and his wife, with two happy children. “What the hell..?” he grunted again. This had been one of the weirdest guys night out he’d ever had. But the only thing different seemed to be the pleasurable pain up his ass.