From the Archives: Short End

“Hey man, you, uh, got a second?”

Tom took a deep breath and rolled his eyes before looking away from the screen, the reaction surprising him.  It wasn’t the frustration that caught him off guard, but the very fact that “frustration” was the primary emotion in the first place.  Seeing Chad’s naked, sculpted frame standing at the threshold of his room should have sparked an entirely different response, especially the long, thick log that pointed eagerly in Tom’s direction.  “Dude…again?  It’s only been like, what?  An hour?”  The lean, dark-skinned man spun in his chair to face the bare, bashful brunette, his deceptively thin arm inflating as it rested against the desk for support.

The question was an odd one for several reasons, not the least of which being the number of times Tom had fantasized about this exact scenario.  Chad was a stud.  A walking legend.  The chocolate-haired hunk had made a name for himself on campus through his impressive athletic achievements, which included the nightly marathons in a different woman’s bed.  He was tall and tapering, with broad shoulders, prominent pecs, powerful arms, and a trim washboard whose tightness was accentuated by the surprisingly ample cheeks and meaty thighs below.  His virile cock was every bit as hefty, with his girthy, churning balls loaded to the brim and ready to pop off at a moment’s notice.  Considering the square jaw, pouty lips and bright eyes attached to the strapping stud’s impressive physique, those moments had continued to be a frequent occurrence in the few years since graduating.

They’d also been the cause of Chad’s current predicament, as well as Tom’s unlikely burden, though the smaller man hadn’t decided if the latter was an apt description.  Despite his frustration, there was still a part of him that thrilled to the idea of his new responsibilities, regardless of how inconvenient they sometimes were.  That thrill also came with a bit of guilt considering that Chad wasn’t nearly as excited, but they were making it work.

“It’s been an hour and a half,” the buff brunette corrected, running a hand through the wiry, chocolate fur that dusted his impressive chest.  “I’m sorry, man.  I know you’re busy with work, it’s just…one of those days,” he stammered, squirming in place from the aching need.

“It’s okay,” Tom sighed, his own cock twitching at the thought of what was to come.  “I didn’t mean to sound like a dick just now.  Sorry you’re having a rough one,” he said, reaching out to give Chad’s muscled cheeks a comforting squeeze.  It was the kind of intimate contact that had previously been strictly reserved for the handsome jock’s straight peers, not one of his gay friends like Tom.  It wasn’t that Chad was a homophobe.  He was happy to flirt with guys just as much as girls, as long as someone was giving him attention, but when it came to physical contact outside the locker room or off the field, his body had been reserved for women only.

“I just wish I knew why some days are so much worse than others,” Chad whined, instinctively pressing a meaty globe back into Tom’s hand.  “It’s like I can’t even look at clothes today without feeling like my head’s going to explode.”

Tom reluctantly let go and shrugged.  “It’s magic.  I don’t think it’s supposed to make sense.”

“It’s bullshit is what it is,” Chad barked, his fat cock wagging when he stomped a foot in frustration.  He reached down and grabbed the mighty organ, giving it a few tugs for emphasis as he spoke.  “I should be able to do this myself!  I shouldn’t need someone, or someTHING, else to do it for me.”

Tom’s stomach fluttered as he watched his friend angrily jerking himself.  His eyes lingered on the way Chad’s striated forearm and bulging bicep flexed with the motion, how the other man’s abs tensed and his cheeks dimpled slightly when he pumped his hips, the erotic display making his mouth water.  “I mean…it’s doin’ it for me,” he laughed.

Chad sighed, folding his free arm behind his head and flexing in earnest for his friend.  He kept stroking as he pursed his lips and went through the empty motions that no longer got him off, but which now served as fuel for men all over the world.  “Glad someone’s still enjoying it, at least.”

“No shortage of people there,” Tom said, his hand sliding through the silky fur on Chad’s thigh.

“Also part of the problem,” the pumping pretty-boy grunted, his intimate performance coming to an abrupt end.  He took Tom’s hand in his own and guided it to his warm, rigid club, wrapping the other man’s slender fingers around the imposing organ.  He gave a few more pumps of his hips before shaking his head.  “Goddamnit.”

“Still nothing,” Tom asked, focusing his grip around his friend’s bulbous head.  He knew the motion should have sent bright bolts of pleasure through the other man, but Chad’s expression was as forlorn as ever.

“Not even a fucking tingle,” he spat.  When Tom leaned in and swallowed him, delivering what should have been a stellar blow job, the pleasurable sensations were equally absent.  Chad could feel the other man’s lips and tongue on him, and he was still achingly aroused, but the actual experience of being buried in Tom’s warm, wet mouth brought none of the bliss it should have.  “Take as much time as you want, bud, but I think we’re spinning our wheels,” he sighed again, running a hand through his friend’s short, soft hair.

“This is so wild,” Tom said when he came up for air.  He gave Chad’s spit-slick rod a vigorous pumping before going in for another round, but it was clear his efforts were being wasted.  At least on the naked jock.  His own cock was oozing like a faucet and ready to erupt in his shorts, a thought that made him blush when he realized he was still furiously, and futilely, sucking away.  “Sorry…got a little carried away,” Tom said, his tone sheepish.

“Hey man, ‘A’ for effort,” Chad grinned as he reached down and tousled his friend’s hair.  “You want to keep going and finish yourself off first,” the naked jock asked, his smile turning into a loud laugh when Tom went crimson.  “Awww, someone’s embarrassed,” he cooed, slipping around behind his friend’s chair and draping his arms over the smaller man.  “What’s wrong, buddy?  You shy?  There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Chad purred, his hands slipping up beneath Tom’s t-shirt.  The shorter man was nowhere near as built, but his wiry frame was still lean and toned, his impressive definition steadily exposed as the bigger man pulled the t-shirt up to his shoulders.  “Come on…I showed you mine,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper.  Chad’s lips brushed Tom’s ear as his hand slipped into his friend’s shorts, fishing free a cock that was technically smaller than his own log, but which looked every bit as impressive against the other mans’ tight frame.  “Thaaaaaat’s better,” Chad sang, stepping back and spinning the chair to face him.

Tom’s toned pecs heaved as he sat and stared up at his friend.  He knew that his own wiry, ebony frame was a far cry from Chad’s tanned, ample muscle, but that knowledge only made the blazing hunger in his friend’s eyes more of a turn on.  “You are something else,” Tom laughed as he slipped out of his shirt and slid his bottoms free.

“What?  It’s not fair.  You shouldn’t be the only one who gets to look at a naked hunk,” Chad said, his smile returning when Tom blushed again.  He pulled his friend out of the chair and swallowed him in his arms, resting his forehead against the other man’s.  “You’re too easy, bro,” he chuckled, planting a quick kiss, then a longer one.  “Not that I’m complaining.  You’re fuckin’ adorable when you blush.”

If Chad had been anyone else, Tom’s insecurities would have gotten the better of him.  But he knew his friend wasn’t mocking him.  Even without magical intervention, the pretty-boy jock had never been cruel or overly arrogant about his superior looks, nor had he ever been anything but a solid friend over the years.  When the supernatural catastrophe had occurred, it only made sense that Tom would be the one he sought out.  People had always joked that they were basically a couple anyway, and while Chad was quick to retort that he’d happily have gone that route if only his dick would cooperate, Tom hadn’t actually expected him to follow through when the chance presented itself.  “The way you sweet-talk me all the time, I’m surprised I still can.”

“I’ve gotta put these moves on someone,” Chad shrugged.  “Can’t let natural talent like this go to waste.”

“So how do you want to do this?  A sleeve?  Or I can watch you on your ball?”  Tom let out a short laugh when he heard himself speak, the bizarre scenario still hard to wrap his head around.  While Chad had never been an arrogant monster, he did have a nasty habit of indiscriminately boasting about his bedroom exploits, a behavior that one of his recent hookups had found objectionable to the point where they’d taken drastic action.

Neither Chad nor Tom knew all of the specifics, or how any of it was even possible in the first place, but it was a drastic change for the sculpted stud.  His jilted partner had said that, since Chad liked to fuck around so much and objectify his partners after the fact, “objects” would be the only things to get him off going forward.  And since he was so interested in what his “boys” thought of his behavior, he’d only be able to do so while they were watching.

The end result was a Chad whose already simmering libido had been brought to a boil.  The handsome hunk was constantly horny, a state that was made much more difficult to relieve with the new restrictions that had been placed on him.  No amount of physical contact with either himself or another person could get him off.  Women didn’t even turn him on at all any more, and while just being around another man was enough to make him hard, nothing they did with their bodies could bring Chad the relief he so desperately needed.

And to further complicate things, the more men he was around, and the more private the setting, the stronger the impulses became.  Chad had been hit with an almost primal need to leave himself exposed, and although he could mostly clothe himself out in public, the more men he was around, the more precarious his predicament.  “Mostly clothed” consisted of little shorts and slinky muscle shirts to begin with, so his arousal was quickly noticeable when it got out of control, which it inevitably would.  Private spaces were even worse, including his own home, with a kind of feedback building within his skull the longer he was inside and covered.  This meant no more nights watching the game with the guys unless they were okay with him being naked, hard, and desperate for one, or all, of them to witness his debasement.  He’d gone from legendary lady’s man to humping a pillow while other men watched, unable to even hold a fleshlight himself as that apparently crossed the same line his own hands did.

Luckily, he’d had Tom.  They’d been nearly inseparable since meeting during Freshman orientation at college, their drastically different lifestyles only serving to strengthen their friendship, so it made sense that he’d turn to the other man for help.  And not just because Tom was his only close gay connection, but because he trusted his friend implicitly.  Everything was scary and embarrassing and overwhelming enough, but Chad knew he’d be in good hands with the other man no matter what.

They were still figuring things out.  Considering his constant needs, the stricken stud had moved in with Tom almost immediately, an arrangement that had gone from temporary to permanent when the initial hope that maybe the spell would wear off had faded after the first few weeks.  Tom had a spacious house and worked from home, so his day-to-day routine hadn’t been overly impacted, but it had become quickly apparent that Chad was going to have to alter his career trajectory.  Since office work was now out of the question, and after a little coaxing from his friend, he’d eventually decided to lean into things and turn to the internet, putting his plight to work for him.  Unfortunately, live streams didn’t count as being “watched’ for the purposes of the bizarre magic at work, so the perpetually horny pretty-boy still needed someone around, a responsibility that, like now, had largely fallen on Tom’s shoulders.

Even after so many weeks, Chad still felt awkward at having to ask.  He’d thought he’d get used to it, and maybe he still would at some point, but such a level of comfort felt like a far off destination at the moment.  He blushed at the casual way his friend referred to him fucking “his ball” like it was some kind of dog toy and gave Tom a squeeze.  “I don’t know…I’m kind of enjoying this at the moment.”

The smaller man went in for another kiss, his hands locked on Chad’s plump pecs.  “You know I’d stay like this all day if I could, but I really do have work I need to do,” he said, keeping his tone as neutral as possible so as to not make his friend feel like he was a burden.

“You know…you could always just join me in my videos and quit your job altogether,” the buff brunette purred.  “I’m making more now than I ever did.”

“I think I’ll keep it to the occasional cameo for the time being,” Tom said, shaking his head.  “I don’t think I’m quite the draw that you are.”

“Bullshit,” Chad barked, taking his friend by the hand and pulling him out into the living room.  “We’re going to work on that attitude, mister.”

“Why do I not like the sound of this,” Tom asked as he was pushed down onto the couch.  He took the clear silicone sleeve when Chad handed it to him, raising an eyebrow when it became clear it wasn’t meant for his friend.

“How many times have you watched me get off over the last few weeks?  Like, we’re in the hundreds by this point, right?  And how many times have I watched you?  Zero,” Chad said, nodding expectantly at the bottle of lube on a nearby end table.

“What?  Just this morning we…”

“I’m not talking about us fooling around.  I’m talking about YOU putting on a show for ME,” Chad interrupted.  “So YOU take the sleeve and I’ll take the ball,” he said, pointing back over his shoulder at the blue orb in the corner.  In its current position it looked like an ordinary exercise ball, until Chad rolled it over to reveal the port on the other side.  Various sleeves could be swapped out depending on his mood, and while the smoldering stud had been mortified at first, the ball was actually far more fun than a standard, humanoid doll.  Its shape allowed him to drape himself against it, to clutch it in his arms while he rhythmically rolled his hips, the reverberations from his hammering creating a blissful feedback loop.  And with Chad’s athletic physique fully engaged, the ball made for a captivating display as the stud flexed and writhed against it.  For his part, the brunette had come to regard it like a security blanket, its comforting contours allowing him to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensation as opposed to thinking about the fact that a group of his friends were seated on the nearby couch with his erotic activities in full view.  A big chunk of Chad’s former friend group had fallen away at the drastic shift in the handsome hunk’s behavior, but a surprising amount remained, and whether they actually believed the story about magic or just thought the buff pretty-boy was going through some kind of crisis, the ones who stuck around simply rolled with it.  Some even joined in on the fun, turning it into a mutual jerk session, though Tom had yet to cross that line.  He had no hesitation getting off WITH Chad, but reversing their roles, going at himself solo while the other man watched, made his heart race.

“I don’t know, dude.  This feels kind of weird…” the dark-skinned man said, squirming uncomfortably under Chad’s steely gaze.

“Of course it does.  But what do you always tell me,” The bigger man asked, folding his arms to make it clear the question wasn’t rhetorical.

“You just have to get through it,” Tom sighed.

Chad nodded.  “Aaaaand…?”

“It’s just me and you, so you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything,” the wiry man continued.

“Exactly.  So get to it, dude.  You’ve got work to do, remember?  Lube that big boy up and let’s go,” Chad said, heading over to the ball.  He grabbed the small bottle from the TV stand, both toys and lube abundantly peppered the house, and greased himself up before dropping to his knees behind the ball, his eyes fixed on Tom.  “Well?  Don’t just sit there.”

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” Tom said with an awkward laugh, his whole body burning as he reluctantly lubed his aching rod.

“Yeah…keep doing that,” Chad grunted as he watched his friend’s fist slide up and down the rigid organ.  “Fuck that’s hot,” he said, shivering as his own cock slipped into the waiting hole.  Tom stayed quiet, but did as he was instructed.  Normally he loved how vocal and worked up Chad became, though he’d never found himself in his friend’s sights like this before.  “Work it good, bro.  Get into that shit,” the brunette groaned, his hips slowly picking up steam.  “Play with your nips for me.”  Tom’s free hand shook as it found its way to his toned chest, a light whimper escaping when he started tweaking the sensitive nub.  He reflexively closed his eyes and let his head fall to the back of the couch, abruptly snapping to attention at Chad’s squeal.  “Awww, come on, dude!  You can’t just turn it off like that,” the brunette whined, the ecstasy vanishing as soon as Tom’s eyes had closed, as if a flip had been switched.

“Shit!  Sorry,” Tom stammered, his heart racing as his eyes met Chad’s.  There was nothing but pure, unfiltered desire in the other man’s bright, penetrating gaze, and though they weren’t actually touching, the dark-skinned twink couldn’t help but think it was the most intimate thing they’d done so far.

“That’s better,” the chocolate-haired jock sighed, his jaw going slack as the sensations surged once more.  He alternated between jack-rabbit hammering and slow, deep thrusts, his muscled cheeks dimpling with the motions.  “Put that sleeve on,” he ordered, clinging to the ball like a life preserver.  Tom let out a low, hissing moan as the tight tube slipped over his pulsing member.  He’d used them before when they’d fooled around, but never when he’d had a dedicated audience.  “It’s not going to bite, bro.  Let ‘er rip.”

His eyes still locked with Chad’s, Tom started pumping his hips.  He let go of his chest and instead focused on kneading his churning balls, surprising himself with how quickly his embarrassment was fading.  He’d started moaning and gasping, squirming and flexing, all while Chad hungrily watched.  Tom had already felt a deep connection with the other man, but now it felt like he was being laid bare before his friend on an entirely different level.  He also had a deeper appreciation for just what Chad had been going through, despite experiencing only a fraction of the forced exposure himself.  “Fuck…Chad…I’m…I’m close,” he moaned, his eyelids drooping.

“Uh-uh!  Don’t you dare, bud.  Eyes on me,” the brunette grunted.  “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you cum, dude…even hotter from over here.  You should see yourself…all tense and squirmin’ and shit…fuuuuuck…”

Chad’s moan was the final straw.  Tom let out a gasping, wide-eyed grunt as he erupted, sending a series of massive spurts rocketing skyward.  He didn’t try and cap the release or limit the mess, too focused on his friend’s bucking, brawny body to do anything but let the warm liquid rain back down on him.

Tom’s tense, spraying spasms had a similar effect on the humping hunk.  With a choking grunt of his own, Chad gave a final thrust into the ball and unloaded, pursing his pouty lips as his chiseled features twisted.  The pained, ecstatic mask gradually softened into a smug, satisfied grin as he gave a few final thrusts, his eyes still fixed on his friend.

“Holy shit, dude,” Chad laughed, shaking his head in a daze.  “You’ve officially been holding out on me.  That was hot as hell.”

The frenzy of his lust having faded, Tom could feel the embarrassment trying to creep back.  “Glad you liked it,” he said, barely keeping the whole-body blushing a bay.

“Fuck that, dude.  ‘Like’ doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Chad said, his spent snake slipping from the ball.  He sauntered over and dropped down next to Tom, throwing an arm around the sticky man’s shoulders.  He scooped a fingerful of cum from his friend’s chest, letting it hover in front of the other man’s mouth until Tom finally licked it clean.  “You’re glad I liked it?  I’m glad you liked it, ‘cause that’s happening all the time from now on.  I’ve been getting the short end of the stick around here.”

A part of Tom felt like he should argue, but, even if he’d actually wanted to, he had to wait for Chad’s tongue to remove itself from his mouth first.  He still had work to do, but already he was thinking that maybe his friend had been onto something with the website suggestion.