HairBnB (vignette)

“There it is!”  Vince had never been happier to see a house in his life, though it was questionable as to whether or not the remote cabin would have met such a definition under ordinary circumstances.  The small, squat structure sat closer in size to a garage on the edge of the river, but at the moment, in the drenching, pouring rain, it was a palace.  The dark-haired young man turned to his friend and pointed triumphantly, an exhausted grin stretching his sharp, stubble-covered cheeks.

“Fucking great,” Jason grumbled, trudging past his friend.  “Let’s celebrate once we’re inside, please.”  Like Vince, the lean brunette was soaked through after hiking from the drop off point, as well as covered in a stubborn layer of mud after slipping down a treacherous hill.  Had the weather been better, and had their flight not been delayed, the short hike would have been a breeze.  It was less than a mile from the road, and though it sat in the remote, mountain foothills, the winding path was mostly level save for a slight decline near the end, nothing that should have proven problematic for a pair of fit young men in their late twenties.  But the weather wasn’t better, and their flight had been delayed, which meant that Vince and Jason had to make the trek in a blinding downpour as the sun was setting.  There was enough ambient light to keep things from being pitch black, and luckily their cell phone flashlights were waterproof, though the hill had still managed to sneak up on them.  Further compounding things was the fact that their luggage had been lost, but Chuck, the weathered giant of a man who’d picked them up at the airport and driven them to the dropoff point, said there should at least still be a few of his old things inside the cabin for them to wear in the meantime.  And since Jason had paid extra to have the kitchen stocked ahead of time, all they needed to do at the moment was make it inside.  “Oh thank god,” the drenched brunette sighed, wiping a handful of water from his slick mop of hair once they were inside.

Vince laughed and shivered, his olive skin breaking out in goosebumps as he kicked off his muddy shoes.  He looked around the dim interior as Jason fumbled for a lightswitch, more grateful than ever to be out of the incessant downpour.  The compact dwelling was a single level, consisting largely of one, open room.  Even through the darkness Vince was able to make out what looked like a small kitchen at the far end, while a tidy little “living room” was set up at the other.  There was a single, queen-sized bed off to the side, and in the center of the room sat a large wood-burning stove for heat.  The site was off-grid, but electricity was provided through a mix of solar panels and a generator, while a pump pulled water from the nearby river for rudimentary plumbing.  “Well this is quaint,” Vince said when his friend finally found the switch.  He took in the finer details now that he could see more than outlines in the dark, like the bear-skin rug in front of the stove, and the mismatched collection of furniture and other “rugged’ knickknacks.  It was exactly what he’d expected when his friend had described it as an old mountain cabin, down to the weathered linoleum floor.

“It’s dry…that’s all that matters,” Jason said, his sour mood finally cracking now that they were out of the rain.  He laughed at their sopping, disheveled state as he looked back and forth between them, shaking his head.  “Dude…we look crazy right now.”

“How are we still covered in mud after walking through all that fucking rain,” Vince asked, peeling out of his drenched t-shirt and exposing the brawny muscle that the sopping fabric had so carefully accentuated.  A light dusting of raven hair peppered across his pale, olive pecs and ran down his flat, firm stomach before disappearing into his equally soaked jeans.  He rubbed at the patches of dirt still clinging to his hairy wrists and thick upper arms, only succeeding in smearing them further.

Jason followed suit, baring his thinner frame.  He was both leaner and smoother than his friend, his bronzed, soiled complexion looking more out of place in the rugged setting.  Where Vince’s broader bulk, short hair, and darker, stubble-covered features radiated an air of natural masculinity, Jason’s tight-bodied build presented more as a primped pretty-boy by comparison.  “Must be that ‘real mountain mud’, not the weak, city stuff we’re used to,” he offered with a shrug.  “At least Chuck set us up with plenty of wood…let's get this stove going so we can dry off.”

“I bet this place is real nice in the daylight,” Vince said, handing off a series of logs while Jason arranged them within the stove.  “Rain aside, the drive was gorgeous.  I get why Chuck kept it after he built his real house out here…glad he decided to start renting it.  We really his first customers?”

“Yep.  At least dude seems real nice,” Jason nodded.  “Then again, at his size he can afford to be.”

Vince let out a whistle and flexed an arm.  “Right?  Dude was a beast.  No wonder he called this place the Bear Cave.”

“You think there are any actual bears out here,” Jason asked, rubbing his toned arms as the kindling caught and the wood started to crackle.

“I mean, probably,” Vince shrugged.  “But I’m sure he would’ve told us if we needed to worry about it.  We should check the radio to see if we can reach him at his house…I officially have no signal,” the dark-haired man said, holding up his phone and turning in a slow circle.

Jason trotted over to a small table and clicked the receiver on, wincing at the shrill hiss of static that followed.  He adjusted the dial per the instructions, but the screeching wall of sound never wavered.  “So much for that.  He DID say it’d probably be fucked tonight in this weather, so we’ll have to try again in the…” Jason trailed off when he turned around in time to catch Vince peeling out of his sopping boxer-briefs.  “Dude, already?”

The bigger man flashed a bashful grin, shaking his hips to slap his hefty package back and forth.  His swaying cock wasn’t overly long but was impressively thick, just like the dangling orbs underneath, both a perfect complement to the sturdy thighs on either side.  “What?  We’re gonna hang out in soaked, muddy clothes all night?  Hell no,” he laughed, his bare feet padding on the smooth linoleum as he jogged over to his friend.  “Now hurry up before you catch a cold, mister,” he chided, swallowing the smaller man from behind.

“Dude, knock it off,” Jason laughed, struggling in vain as his friend deftly popped his fly.  He tried his best to worm free of Vince’s grip while his pants and boxers were pulled down, but it wasn’t long before he felt his bare, perky cheeks grinding against the other man’s exposed equipment.  Having spent countless hours sharing teams and locker rooms over the years this kind of horsing around was far from rare, so Jason called his friend’s bluff instead of pulling away, swiveling his hips to press his bouncing bubble into the other man’s lap.

“Ohhh…is this turning into a romantic getaway,” Vince purred, his hand slipping down to give Jason’s larger cock a quick tug.  Unlike his own stout rod, the brunette’s swaying hose and surprisingly full balls hung long and heavy between his toned thighs, filling the gap.

“You wish,” Jason grumbled, nearly stumbling over the pants at his ankles when Vince finally let go.  He held his friend’s shoulder for support while he extricated his feet from the soaking, tangled mess, laughing again as he looked back and forth at their naked frames.  “Not how I thought this trip would start.”

Vince gave his friend’s tight rear a slap, his smile growing.  “Hey, at least it started!  It’s all smooth sailing from here, right?”

Jason rolled his eyes and sighed.  “Let’s hope.  Let’s also hope this place has enough hot water for a shower.”

“First things first,” Vince said, sauntering over to the kitchen.  Dry goods had been arranged in tidy clusters on the weathered counter top, but the naked man went for the fridge.  “Looking up already,” he cheered, tossing his friend a beer.  He cracked the cheap lager open and downed a long pull before clinking his can against Jason’s and letting out a loud belch.

“Classy,” the thinner man laughed.  “Dibs on the first shower.”

“Oh fuck that,” Vince barked, throwing an arm around Jason’s shoulders and guiding them both towards the door leading off the kitchen.  It opened into a small space barely larger than a closet, with a window, composting toilet, and a rusted shower head hanging from the ceiling in the corner.  “I’m not letting you steal all the hot water.  I’m already freezing.”

“I can see that,” Jason said, nodding down at his friend’s exposed package.

“I’m sorry, do you want me to make it grow for you,” Vince taunted, giving himself a squeeze.

“Please no,” Jason groaned, stepping away from his friend and grabbing the soap from the nearby counter.  “Bad enough I’m going to wake up with that thing diggin’ into me.”

“Says the guy with a third leg who rented a cabin with one bed,” Vince chuckled as he turned the shower on.  “Now hurry up and get in here.”

The stream was meager and only hinted at warmth, but it was lightyears better than the icy, drenching rain outside.  The pair mechanically and efficiently lathered each other up, it was far from the first time they’d shared a shower, falling into a familiar, if somewhat awkward, routine.  Their exposure had been prompt and unexpected, but it brought with it a comfortable nostalgia from their younger days.  Though neither would admit to another man’s naked body making them feel “good,” they both silently enjoyed the reminder of a simpler time.

It was those very memories that made Vince notice the change in his friend’s appearance.  “Fuck, man…we ARE getting old.  What’s going on back here,” he said, running a finger along the small bald patch at the back of Jason’s skull.  It wouldn’t have been as noticeable when his friend’s wavy, chocolate mop was dry and full, but it was impossible to miss with the other man’s coif wet and collapsed as it was.

“What are you talking abo…fuck!  What the hell,” Jason yelped, his eyes going wide when his own fingers confirmed Vince’s discovery.  “How have I never noticed that before,” he stammered, blushing.

“Whatever, bro,” Vince said as they turned the shower off.  He ran a hand along his forehead, emphasizing the height to which his own hairline had receded.  “I’ve been making steady progress on my fivehead for the last couple years.  Just means my little boy is growing up,” he pouted, tousling his friend’s damp hair as they toweled off.

Jason took a pull from his beer when they’d finished, both surprised and relieved to discover how much the stove was already warming the small space.  He hung their towels on a nearby hook to dry, still feeling embarrassed by the discovery on his scalp.  He was more concerned about the potential loss of hair than what they were going to wear, and it was Vince who once again made the jarring discovery.

While the naked brunette tried to get a good picture of the bald spot with his phone, the dark-haired man went to the small dresser next to the bed, letting out a sharp laugh when he pulled the drawers open.  “Chuck, uh, sure didn’t leave us much to work with,” he stammered, pulling out a pair of oversized, classic white briefs.  It hadn’t occurred to either of them at the time, but when the older man said there should be a few old things of his for them to wear in the cabin, they should have realized that none of it would come close to fitting.  Even on Vince’s bulkier frame the briefs rode low, threatening to fall down altogether without much effort on gravity’s part.

“That’s a look,” Jason whistled, snapping a few pictures of his friend.

“Glad you like it,” Vince cooed, pursing his lips and posing before reaching into the drawer again.  “Wait’ll you see yours.”

Jason blushed when he caught the wad of fabric and realized what it was.  “Oh come on,” he whined, holding up the huge jockstrap with both hands.  “Are you just fucking with me?  Is that really all that’s in there?”

“Come and see for yourself,” Vince said, stepping aside and nodding at the now-empty drawer.  “Guess he remembered wrong about how much stuff was out here.”

“At least it’s only until our stuff dries off,” Jason sighed, wincing as he stepped into the huge jock.  Like his friend’s briefs it sat precariously low on his trim hips, the straps nearly loose around his perky bubble, but it served to obscure his swaying package.  “I like how you kept the briefs for yourself.”

Vince grinned and shrugged.  “You’ve got the nicer ass.”

“You’re the one who has to look at it all night, so I’m glad you think so,” Jason said, refusing to give his friend the satisfaction of seeing him squirm.

They busied themselves with investigating the kitchen next, downing another pair of beers while discussing their plans for the following day.  The whole reason they rented the cabin was to take advantage of the mountain trails and the wide, winding river, and with any luck their luggage would show up in time for the weather to clear.  Vince joked that they could at least skinny dip if it didn’t, an idea that sounded more and more appealing to Jason regardless.  The lean brunette couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so exposed for so long around another person, and he was starting to wonder why it didn’t happen more often.  His skin tingled from where he and Vince had roughhoused earlier, and he caught his eyes lingering on the other man’s bouncing, meaty cheeks when his friend trotted to the bathroom to relieve himself.

A startled cry was the last thing he expected.  “Fuck!  Jason!  Get…get in here!” Vince called after a few moments, his voice frantic.

Jason darted over at his friend’s worried tone, finding a pale Vince standing with his fat cock poking through the fly of his briefs.  He would have thought the other man was just messing with him if it wasn’t for the startled expression.  “What?  What’s wrong?”

Vince tugged at the waist of the briefs, his eyes wide.  He pulled the back down to expose his plump globes, and his muscled arms flexed noticeably as he tried to make the obstinate front follow suit.  “I can’t…they won’t come off!”

“What?  Very funny, dude.  Like I haven’t seen your…dick…enough…” Jason’s exasperated response dried up in his throat when he reached out and tried to pull his friend’s underwear down, only to find them seemingly locked in place.  “Wait…what the fuck?  How are you…are you doing this?”

“No!  I went to take a piss and I thought it’d be easier to just pull them all the way down, but they won’t…”

“Okay…just…just hold on a sec…” Jason sputtered.  He pulled up the back of the briefs and then tugged them down again, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get the front to budge.  He did succeed in brushing his hand against his friend’s pudgy rod several times in the process, but he told himself he wasn’t doing it on purpose.

“What about yours,” Vince finally asked, nodding down at Jason’s baggy jockstrap.  Before his friend could do anything he reached out and grabbed the front, discovering that he could push the pouch up and down while the back of the elastic and the loose straps remained locked in place.

“Fuck!” Jason yelped, his heart racing at the sensation of his friend’s hands on his package.  He forced himself to take a deep breath, resting his hands on his head as if he had a stitch in his side from running.  “Okay…okay….let’s not panic.  We can figure this out.  We just need to stay…caaAAAAHHH!”

“Oh shit!”  Vince took an involuntary step back at the chocolate rain waterfalling from his friend’s scalp.  The hair began sprinkling free as soon as Jason shifted the hands on his head, as if it had already detached and his friend was simply wiping it clean.

“No…no no no no no…” Jason whimpered, his stomach dropping at the sensation of smooth scalp against his frantic fingers.  In a matter of seconds, all that remained of his once wavy mop was a thin circlet that wrapped around just above his ears and coated part of his neck in back.  “What just happened?!  Why am I bald?!”

“Are…are you okay,” Vince asked, reaching out with a trembling hand to brush away a clump of hair from his friend’s shoulder.  When the patch of hair didn’t move he stroked again, doing the same on the other side as his jaw dropped.  “What the fuuuuuck…”

“What?  What’re you…shit!  Is that…is that hair?!”  Jason couldn’t believe either what he saw or felt as he gawked down at the patches of chocolate hair that had sprouted on his shoulders.  At the same time, silken sprouts were pushing through all over his once-smooth torso, coating his chest and spilling down his abs.  “Am I getting hairy?!”

“It…it sure looks like it,” Vince stammered, his stomach hit with a confusing wave of fluttering.  His hands were still stroking along his friend’s increasingly-furry frame, and all he could think about was how cute Jason looked with his sharp features accentuated by his now-shiny scalp.

“Oh my god, dude!  Now?  Really?”

Vince wasn’t sure what Jason was talking about until he looked down and saw his fat, rigid cock pointing at the other man through the fly of his briefs.  “Shit, sorry…guess I got caught up in…wait…”

They both noticed the change at the same time, but it was Jason’s hands that found their way to Vince’s midsection.  There was a moment of stunned silence as the now-bald man’s fingers bit into what should have been firm flesh, confirming the presence of a budding gut.  “Fuck!  Am I…am I getting fat?!  What the hell?!”  Vince’s frantic fingers squeezed the thin layer of extra padding, but while he was relieved to still feel the muscle present underneath, it appeared to be spreading.  Already his pecs appeared rounder and heavier, a trait that his already-meaty thighs were quickly adopting.  Vince had never been as cut as Jason, but what modest definition he had possessed started to melt before his stunned eyes.

“What…what’s happening to us,” Jason stammered, his voice cracking as it dropped an octave.  Like his thickening friend he’d started to grow, but unlike the other man’s budding bulk, his expanding frame was harder than ever.  Though it had been obscured by a still-sprouting carpet of silky chocolate, Jason’s definition was more prominent than ever as his muscles swelled.  In a matter of moments, while Vince was becoming thick and burly, he was rocketing towards bloated, bodybuilder proportions.  His once-modest pecs were now a furry, granite slab, his chiseled, piston arms looking massive as he prodded at the tapering washboard.  The jock that had been comically huge only moments before now started to strain around his hairy, solid globes, the pouch momentarily filled to capacity before the bald beefcake’s equally enlarged cock shot free.  “Holy shit,” Jason roared, his eyes wide.  “I’m a fuckin’ monster!”

Vince’s expanded stomach fluttered at the sight.  His own dread was momentarily forgotten as he stared at the hirsute hunk that had somehow replaced his wiry friend.  He felt his cock surge with an unfamiliar desire as he took in the sharpened features that hovered above Jason’s broader, fur-lined shoulders, fighting the urge to reach out and explore the other man’s altered body first hand.  “You…we’re…huge…” Vince sputtered, letting out a gasp when he realized how much his own body had continued to change while he was busy gawking at Jason.  The burly bulk had swallowed him from head-to-toe, but his initial fears were at least partially waylaid when he began prodding at the excessive flesh.  He had indeed acquired a soft, outer layer, but it was fortunately thin, a supple coating that hid a rock-solid core.  He was wide and round and curvy, his unrefined mass swelling like a powerlifter.  Where Jason had sharpened, he’d blurred, losing his neck and chin and most of his cheekbones in the process.  The scant hair already covering his torso had called in reinforcements, the raven carpet accentuating his sheer mass the way the short beard added to the roundness of his face.  He felt like he should be embarrassed at the way he filled the briefs near to bursting, especially when he looked down and saw the pudgy soda can his cock had become still pointing at his friend, but the humiliation never came.  “Did this…did this really just happen?”

Jason responded by reaching out and grabbing Vince’s fattened log, giving the oozing organ a few gentle tugs.  “Feels like it,” he said, his free hand running through the forest that coated his own heaping pecs.

“Hey!  What…what’re you…fuuuuuuuuck,” Vince’s sputtering broke off in a moan when Jason began tugging in earnest.  “Why’re you…so…fuckin’ hot right now…”

“Dude, same,” the bald bodybuilder laughed, batting his longer club against Vince’s.  “You’ve always been a little thick, but who knew you’d look so good like this,” he purred, running his hands along the wider man’s new curves.  He slipped them around behind into the back of his friend’s stuffed briefs, squeezing and kneading Vince’s mammoth cheeks.  “Speaking of thicc…”

“Uh-uh…yours first,” the dark-haired hulk barked, uncertain where the words came from.  “You’re still gettin’ me ready.”

“Yes sir,” Jason winked, dropping to his knees and wrapping his lips as best he could around Vince’s widened monster.  It barely fit, but the bald beast was surprisingly prepared, his body seeming to know what to do before his addled brain could even think about it.  The sensation of another man’s dick in his mouth, and of Vince’s mountainous frame looming over him, was at once entirely new and impossibly familiar.  The feel of his face brushing against the other man’s straining briefs, the strange tickle of his excessive hair rubbing together when he moved, the sound of their deepened grunts and whimpers; it all started to take on a hazy, dreamlike sense of normalcy.  Even knowing what was coming only fueled Jason’s eager fire.  He slobbered along Vince’s cock until the organ was soaked and dripping, at which point he spun on his knees, fell over onto all-fours, and let out a howl of ecstasy when Vince slowly worked his way inside.  “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEESSSS…” he roared.  His old self winced at the sensation of the other man tugging on his back hair, but the person he was becoming loved every second of it.  Were they straight friends on a camping trip, or brawny lovers on a romantic getaway?  Was he a brunette pretty-boy, or a bald, mountainous meathead?  Were they fucking in borrowed underwear, or were they fucking in their undies because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other long enough to get fully naked?  Jason was having a hard time remembering, but he was quickly hoping for the latter.

“Fuckin’ love…pounding this…ass…” Vince grunted, hammering into the bald man.  He gave Jason’s granite globes a slap before running his hands all over the hairy Adonis’s firm, flexing frame.  “Just a horny, hairy muscle bottom, aren’t you?”

Jason arched his back and moaned, nodding furiously.  A small part of his brain found the label odd, but it was overwhelmingly drowned out by the part that eagerly accepted the title.  The feeling of Vince’s massive frame draped over him, his untouched cock slapping wildly while his friend’s fat log split him open, was an ecstasy like he’d never imagined.  There was no question anymore.  Of course he only wore jockstraps.  He wanted to make sure Vince had access at all times.  “Don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t stop…” he begged, his vision blissfully blurred.

Jason didn’t need to worry about things ending anytime soon.  The pair went at it long into the night, pawing at each other’s altered bulk in a hairy haze of sweat and muscle.  Their recently acquired pelts were sticky and matted as they lay in a tangled, naked heap on the bear skin rug in front of the stove.  They’d lost their underwear at some point, but by that time both altered young men were too far gone to notice the remaining scraps of their old lives going with them.  The new memories weren’t drastically different than the ones they’d replaced, they were still decades-long friends, had still been jocks, had still maintained the same life trajectory, only they’d spent more time bulking up, and a few genetic tweaks shifted their hair around a bit.  And they’d become much more than mere friends.

“So did you pick this place specifically because it was called the Bear’s Den,” Vince asked, giving the top of Jason’s shiny scalp a kiss.

“Duh,” the ripped hulk grinned.  “Chuck markets it as a getaway for guys just like us.  I mean, hell, you saw him.  Dude probably got so much dick out here.”

“I mean, he’s still pretty hot.  I’m sure he wouldn’t mind getting some more,” Vince offered, raising an eyebrow.

Jason gave him a quick kiss and shrugged, nodding over at the oversized gym gear that had replaced their original, soiled clothing.  “Even if our luggage shows up tomorrow, I’m not planning on putting anything back on until we leave, so there’s one way to find out.”