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Arctos: Mall (Part 3) [Interactive]

Jeremy gave his belly a scratch, and wandered a bit deeper into the store. He was…still pretty hungry, even after demolishing all of the candy that Saul had given him to eat. He noticed his reflection in the display case, and had a moment of terror strike him when he saw the size of the gut hanging out over his waistline–and when he saw how poorly all of his clothes fit all of a sudden. He tugged the shirt down a bit, but it wouldn’t even stretch down enough to cover the entire gut he now had, looking more like a crop top than anything else.

“See something in there that you like?” Saul asked, coming up behind him and wrapping one of his own chubb arms around the small of Jeremy’s back, squeezing his love handle on the other side, and making Jeremy blush.

“Oh…uh, yeah, I–” he looked around quickly, not wanting to fess up to the truth, and pointed at some odd popsicle shaped candies lying in the display case. “I…don’t think I’ve seen those things before anywhere–are they lollipops or something?”

Saul chuckled, “Yeah, they’re something like that. That’s a new product, fresh out of development–they’re called asslickers.”

Jeremy just gave Saul a curious look. “That…isn’t a very appetizing name.”

“I haven’t had a chance to sell one yet, honestly, but I’d be curious to show you how they work.”

“What do you mean, how they work? You just suck it, right?” Jeremy moved in closer to the display case, and looked down at the myriad of asslickers in the case. They were all different sizes and shapes, but the outsides of them all looked the same, a white candy shell swirled with various colors. “Do…are they all the same flavor or something?”

“Oh, that outer layer dissolves once you start–the flavors inside are all a mystery. The bigger the asslicker, the more layers it has, you see. I’ve been told that the taste of them is unlike anything else around, though they are a bit…unconventional. Do you want to try one?”

“Sure, why not?” Jeremy said.

“Alright, let me get some gloves–you go ahead and get out of your clothes there.” Jeremy looked confused at him, and Saul gave his gut a slap, and winked at him. “They’re called asslickers for a reason, Jeremy–you eat them with your ass.”

Jeremy processed that information for a second, while Saul went around the counter, and pulled on some white latex gloves. “You know, on second thought, maybe I’ll have something else…” He looked around the store again, and then thought he should probably just leave–but when he turned around, Saul was there, and pushed something into his mouth, a sucker, and as soon as he tasted it, he moaned, and his eyes went a bit slack.

“Come on now, sweet thing,” Saul said, groping Jeremy’s body, “I think we both know that you could use something back there to loosen you up a bit. Now, let’s get you out of these tight clothes.”

Saul tugged the shirt up, and Jeremy let him pull it off of him, still sucking helplessly on the candy, unable to think straight–it was just too…delicious to do anything other than what Saul told him to do. His pants came off next, and then his underwear–Saul collected all of his clothes, and took them back behind the counter, and put them in the trash. “There, that’s better–you won’t need those again, I don’t think. Now bend over the counter here, sweet thing, and let Saul do his magic.”

Jeremy lumbered over and bent over the counter, while Saul selected an asslicker from the case, and set it on the glass beside him, before coming back around. He spread Jeremy’s ass, tested his pucker with a finger, and tsked him. “So tight, sweet thing–don’t worry though, Saul can open you up–I’ve been told I have a magic tongue.”

Saul got down behind him, spread his cheeks wide, and started licking at his hole, Jeremy moaning–trying to moan loud enough for the sucker in his mouth the fall out, but it refused to come loose from his tongue. He could feel his virgin hole beginning to slacken, and after a few minutes of licking, Saul tested it with one of this rubber gloved fingers, and it slid right in with no resistance. “There, see what I mean? I think you’re good and ready now.”

Saul picked up the asslicker from the glasstop, and pushed the narrow end to Jeremy’s hole. As soon as it touched his flesh, Jeremy…tasted it, the sweet, sticky, sugary rush of the outer layer, and his ass relaxed even more, allowing the sticky dildo to slide deep inside his virgin hole. It was a tight fit, but the more his mouth watered, the slicker his ass became as well, and the better the thing tasted in his mouth. Soon, he was bucking back and forth, moaning, while Saul slid the candy cock in and out, watching the outer candy layer dissolve, and revealing the first of several layers below it.

The public poll is below, and the bonus patron only poll can be found over here. You can vote up to four times in the poll, and I’ll have the most popular layers in the asslicker, with the most popular having the most extreme effect.

Arctos: Mall – Part 2 [Interactive]

When he’d been a kid, and this mall had been the only real place to go shopping in town, Jeremy’s mother had always ransomed his cooperation for a day of shopping by promising him a trip to the old candy store, run by an older fellow named Miles. His mother had always been mindful of his sugar intake, of course–and given his slender size, Jeremy had never really been one to have a sweet tooth by any measure, but he had always loved that little candy shop–not just for the treats, but also for the colors, and shapes, and the fun of it. It had felt like possibility to him, somehow. But then, Miles had retired, the mall had died, and the sweet shop went with it. Jeremy couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been into it.

So when he saw that the candy shop was up and running again, he couldn’t help but want to check it out, for old time’s sake. He stepped through the doorway, and saw that much of it was the same–the long glass counter, with countless truffles and chocolates beneath it, the walls of jellybeans, rock candy and licorice–though most of it was under brand names that he didn’t recognize. It all looked absolutely delicious, and much to his embarrassment, Jeremy’s gut gave a little rumble.

“Hello!” a voice said from the back, “I’ll be right there–you caught me with my hand in the candy jar.” A moment later, a squat, chubby fellow came out behind the counter. He was very large, with an apron of fat hanging over his waist, that his small pink apron didn’t do much to disguise. He had three chins that shook a bit, ande he bounced a bit with every step, eyes twinkling and smiling broadly. “I’m Saul–what can I do for…oh goodness young man, look at you! It’s a good thing you came in here today, you’re just absolutely wasting away!”

The chub came around the counter to where Jeremy was standing, not sure what this hefty fellow was getting at. Sure, he was thin, but there was no reason for that kind of hyperbole. “Hi, uh, I was just taking a look around is all,” he said.

“Nonsense–no one comes into my shop and leaves empty handed, or with a rumble in their tummy,” with a flourish, he produced a few candies from a pocket in his apron and unwrapped one, revealing a small chocolate morsel in his chubby palm. “Here, I insist–isn’t butterscotch your favorite, Jeremy?”

It was, in fact, his favorite. He also didn’t remember telling Saul his name. ‘Uh…yeah, it is…” he took from Saul, and looked at it. “How…did you know my name?”

“This place remembers you, my boy–now go on, have a taste.”

Jeremy popped the little chocolate into his mouth, but as small as it seemed, the flavor was…massive. The crunch of the butterscotch, the smooth chocolate, he moaned, unable to help himself, and his eyes crossed a bit as Saul nodded eagerly, and pressed a few more into Jeremy’s hand, rubbing the young man’s belly with the other. “It’s…fabulous.”

“I make them myself–I know everyone’s weakness, or their sweet spot, if you will.”

Jeremy took another, and then another, Saul pushing the little morsels into his mouth while Jeremy found himself rubbing his belly, which seemed…larger than it should be. It tasted so good, though, and he felt good. Better than he’d felt in ages, in fact. Saul pressed his gut close to him, and Jeremy found himself exploring the shopkeeper’s flab, how soft it was, pressing his huge body to his own growing gut, his ass widening as well, his jeans straining to contain it as he grew, oblivious.

“There we go, that’s much better I think,” Saul said, “Won’t have you wasting away anytime soon now.”

He stepped back, and Jeremy could finally look down at himself with some clarity, at the chocolate smeared on his hands. He reached up to his mouth and felt the same stickiness there–and he couldn’t remember how many of those little tiny tidbits he had actually eaten. He looked down at himself, at the gut heaving out, his shirt unable to contain much more than the top half of it, and the thick moobs he’d sprouted as well, and ran his hands over it. He…why did this feel so good? This wasn’t how he was supposed to look, was it?

“What…was in those? Why…”

“Oh hush, Jeremy–don’t fret. You feel better now, don’t you?”

Jeremy nodded.

“Now, those were just the appetizer–why don’t you look around and see what else strikes your fancy here? I know a man with a sweet tooth like yours will find something else to enjoy around here.”

Here are some choices for you for the next part of Jeremy’s story! Here’s the bonus Patron only poll as well. If you don’t know what asslickers are, by the way, that’s a reference to an earlier story of mine, that you can find here.


Soft (Caption)

There…was nothing wrong with being a bit soft, Jack supposed.

After all, football season was over, and while he’d been fattening up somewhat over the last few months, ever since he’d moved into this new place, where his kind landlord, Mr. Robbins, insisted on having Jack eat every meal with him. The meals were huge, and while he’d tried to object at first, at this point, he couldn’t. He’d just sit down and eat everything his landlord put in front of him, and the smiling happiness on the old man’s face would make Jack happy too, and he’d feel better about being…softer.

But other things were softening too, it seemed like. Like his mind was getting softer, flabbier, and slower–just as his body was now too. He’d been finding it really difficult to work on his school work, and often would just sit on the couch, keeping Mr. Robbins company while his landlord smoked one of his pipes, musing idly, talking about nothing in particular, or at least nothing that Jack could seem to remember.

But there was nothing wrong with being soft, he told himself. If anything, he liked being soft–both soft in the body, and soft in the mind. Mr. Robbins would take care of him, of course–Mr. Robbins was such a good man, so handsome, so…so sexy, even. Maybe…maybe one day, Jack would be as sexy as him, with his big belly, and big beard, and that sweet pipe smoke of his–but while Mr Robbins might look soft at first, his mind was…sharp. Much sharper than Jack’s could ever be.

Still, there was nothing wrong with that, with being all soft inside and out. It was good showing off his softness–just wearing his underwear in the house, enjoying how much Mr. Robbin’s liked looking at his growing boy, feeling how horny he’d get when Mr. Robbin’s would shake and pat his belly, thinking about how he couldn’t jack off anymore without thinking about the old man in the house with him, how…how badly he wanted his landlord to fuck him, how he wanted to worship him.

Maybe…tonight. Yeah, tonight, when he had his smoke. He would ask him. Ask Mr. Robbin’s if he could touch his soft gut, see if he could suck his cock–soft was good after all, but a hard cock…he had a feeling that nothing would be better than a hard cock, surrounded by soft. His soft mouth, his soft ass, so…soft. He begged him for it, and Mr. Robbin’s obliged–and he was right. He felt like a marshmallow, Mr. Robbin’s big cock the tine sliding into him without any resistance, his insides so sticky and sensual, just like the cum that exploded from Jack’s cock in the middle of his virgin fuck, the smoke swirling around him while Mr. Robbin’s just smiled, kneading the boy’s soft ass, knowing that soon he wouldn’t even go back to school, wouldn’t even leave the house. Jack would be too soft to stand, too soft to get out of bed, too soft to think, too soft to talk, too soft to do anything other than eat, and roll over so Master and his friend’s could fuck him, skewer him–and one would purchase him, eventually. Men loves Mr. Robbin’s soft boy’s after all–no one could make them like he could.

The Dangers of Smoking (Original Version)

Originally published 07/09/2007

Here’s another old one, also over ten years old. It was originally broken into two parts, but I broke it up into a few more for ease of jumping around, if there’s a particular section of the story you might want to revisit. This one in particular is heavily indebted to an old Peircedskin story, “One Man’s Rubbish”, which is worth a read if you haven’t found that gem before. Also, as an odd lore note, while there is no mention of Pigtown in this story, the Rod character is this story, and the “Rod” character who owns Pigtown in most of my later works, are all versions of the same character–who is the person listening to The Wizard’s tale in “Losing Control.” I had a series of something in mind to explain how Rod got from point A to point B back when all of this started that never panned out, but this early set of stories are all loosely connected together regardless.

Table of Contents

Part 1 – A Chance Encounter With Rod

Vincent peered into his closet, unsure of what he should wear to his meeting. Mr. Mathews was one of the most important clients of his company, and he had to make a good first impression. Finally he pulled out his blue navy suit and laid it on his bed, getting out of his standard work suit to change. After stripping, he paused a moment to look over his body. His 190-pound, six-foot frame was smooth and muscled from many hours at the gym and with a shaver. Even though Vincent hated to workout, and hated breaking a sweat even more, he knew how important it was too look good as a company representative. After going to the gym, he would immediately shower, he couldn’t stand being dirty for any long period of time. He also hated the hair on his body, and trimmed most of it off except for his pubic bush. His apartment reflected this tidy attitude, and Vincent spent almost all of his time at home cleaning everything. Any of the girlfriends he had had left after a few months because they couldn’t stand his constant cleaning, but Vincent didn’t mind, it was easier to keep everything clean when he only had to pick up after himself.

He pulled out his ironing board and pressed his shirt and pants, then put on his suit. He picked up his other clothes and tossed them in the dry cleaning hamper, and then found the appointment book where he had written down the location of the meeting. Mr. Mathews hadn’t wanted to come to the office for some reason, but Vincent was ok with that so long as he got a bonus for sealing the deal. Flipping through his notebook, he saw that he had written “Bremerton Pub, 6 p.m.” under Thursday with an address in the harbor district he had looked up online earlier. Vincent felt his stomach turn at the thought; any pub in the harbor district wasn’t going to be anything like the upper class soirées he was used to. But the customer was always right, so he climbed into his car and drove downtown.

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(Caption) Gooner Ransom

How many hours had it been now? He couldn’t break his eyes away from the stream of words and pictures flashing across his screen to even look at the clock in the corner, but he knew that the last time he’d had a break, it had been four hours…but this seemed to be taking even longer than before.

It was a program had promised an automated porn experience–the site just showed him the pictures, allowing him to jack off without having to focus on anything–but whoever had made it wanted ten bucks to download it! He ended up pirating it instead, but…something was wrong. It wasn’t showing him pictures he wanted to see, it was all men, and these humiliating words, and he…he couldn’t seem to stop watching it, or close it, or anything.

Even worse, when the program paused every little while, he’d been changing, and someone had been chatting with him, demanding he pay the most exorbitant ransom, or else the program would keep running–money he didn’t even have! Tens of thousands of dollars! He’d begged the last time, asking whoever it was to just let him go, that he couldn’t pay that much even if he wanted to…and now this session had been the longest of them all…and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep stroking like this.

Almost like it was sensing his exhaustion, the constant stream of pictures finally stopped, and the chat window appeared–he gasped for breath, relieved he could finally stop–at least until he saw himself. He’d been young and thin before…but now…this wasn’t his body! He was older, at least middle aged, with a thick gut, a beard, and…and a tiny cock, only about three inches, rubbed raw from the session he’d just been through.

Since you couldn’t pay me in money, I decided to take a down payment in something you could pay me with. — the message popped up on the screen, and he sobbed a little. Now, if you want to stop, it’ll still cost you–5,000 dollars. You have an hour to comply.

He…he could maybe do that. He went to his bank, but didn’t have enough in his accounts to cover it…but maybe one of his meager investments could help? He tried to get the money out, but it was taking too much time!

*What’s taking so long? Still don’t have the money? That’s ok, I can take more payment in other ways. Make you a dirty old man, cock that can’t even work, obsessed with watching porn all day long. Maybe you haven’t paid me because that’s what you want…*

He tried to again, but the money still hadn’t cleared by the time the hour was up. The images began again, and helpless, he returned to masturbating…praying that the next time he got a break, he might still be able to pay his way out of his new fate.

Losing Control (Original Version)

I’m hoping to publish a longer story once a week or so, but I know that I won’t be able to always have sizable new content for you all. However, one thing I have been wanting to do for years is organize all of my stories in one place with a more comprehensive tag/category system, so this is the beginning of that project. When I don’t have a new story to post for the week, I’ll go back in my archives, clean up an old story, and repost it here. I’m going to be starting off with some stories that I haven’t touched in a very long time–like this one! My first story, almost twelve years old! Like a small child. Almost a teenager even. A story that is also a tween. I think this is now sufficiently weird.

In addition, for some of these, I’m planning on working on fixing up some of the writing, and also potentially extending them. I already have an extended rework of this story is process in fact. Some of those enhanced versions will be published here, others will be for Patron eyes only, depending on how I feel about them. I do want to preserve the original work, however, so I won’t be cleaning these archive versions up too much. The writing is a bit…well, it was twelve years ago! I was trying very hard. In any case, some of you might not have ever seen these stories, and others might like to revisit them, and now they will all be in one place, eventually! Hooray!

(Original version, published 4/22/2007)
I’m not a fan of destroying peoples’ lives, but sometimes they just deserve it. Being a wizard, it’s important to not lose control and let your power go to your head. Of course, I feel that I have a certain duty however to assist other people in realizing that they shouldn’t let their power go to their heads either. For example, do you remember Mike, the quarterback?… No of course you don’t remember Mike, Jerry’s the quarterback now and always has been. Let me just tell you a story then. Let’s say that there was this guy on campus, and he was a quarterback, and very popular, with a great body. All of those things would give a guy a lot of power, right? And a reasonably good person might use that power to do something good, right? You know…instead of picking on a wizard just because he would rather read a good book of spells than spend hours at the gym grunting like an ape, right? Well let’s say Mike wasn’t a reasonable good person, and that he did pick on a wizard, and that wizard felt like Mike was out of control. Or perhaps he had to much control. So all I did was make him lose a little. Ok, so it wasn’t really a little, but let me get to the story.

Mike had just got home from a frat party where he had a wonderful Saturday night. Not only was there plenty of beer, but the girls had been almost as bottomless as the stockpile of kegs as well. If he counted right, he had made out with ten, gotten blowjobs from six, and fucked two. The girls went crazy over his six foot three, 230 pound chiseled body, and blue eyes. Of course, he may have lied to a few of them, like when they asked if he loved them. He didn’t, but their bodies were damn hot, and that’s all that mattered to him. He unlocked the door to his apartment off campus and stepped inside. Dodging a pile of old pizza boxes, he threw his coat onto the couch and stumbled into the kitchen for a final beer before going to bed. He should clean up his apartment, but he didn’t really care that much. We wasn’t here most of the time anyway, he reasoned. He opened the fridge, pulled a can out of the 12 pack box, and sat down at the table, shoving a stack of papers aside to make room. One of them fell in front of him, and as he picked it up, the salutation caught his eye, “Dear Mike, the asshole jock.” He read the first line a few more times, thinking it was the beer, but there it was, written in script on a piece of plain paper. Curious, he went on the read the rest of the letter:

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Arctos: Gaining Powder (Caption)

He knew he should have never trusted that site online. Arctos–a company he’d never even heard of, but the gaining powder was cheap, and the results it promised were great–if, as it turned out, a bit ambiguous. After all, Max had bought the powder hoping to gain muscle. However, after the first time he mixed it, by the time he’d gotten back from the gym…well, he had gained something, but it wasn’t muscle, it was a potbelly.

He was horrified at first–he tried to call the company, sent emails, but while he did…his mind kept wandering, thinking about how satisfied he’d felt when he’d drank that shake earlier, how…full he’d been. He was starting to get hungry, and he started snacking, and eating, but that emptiness wouldn’t go away, not until he gave in, mixed himself another shake using the powder…and sure enough, he grew again, his potbelly becoming a small gut–but now it was also covered in hair, and rubbing it felt…so damn good.

The hunger didn’t go away though. It hadn’t gone away in days. He’d tried to throw the powder away, but everytime he did, a new bottle would appear on the doorstep from the company, like they knew what he was trying to do. Still, he wouldn’t give in, he…he wouldn’t. Still, strange things had been happening at night, and he was still getting bigger, and hairier, thinking about men, jacking off thinking about them worshipping his fat body, feeding him, servicing his cock…

He woke with the huge bottle at his lips, the shurry sliding down his throat. He’d been sleep eating, apparently, mixing the drink during the night–but his hunger was too much–he wanted it all. He tried to stop himself, but couldn’t–he drank it all, and could feel himself ballooning larger, growing even hairier than before, and when he finally finished, he was nearly 600 pounds, so heavy–but for the first time in a month, he actually felt full–and horny, but he couldn’t reach his cock.

Still, that wasn’t a problem. The chaser let himself in with the key Max had given him without realizing it, got down in front of Max on the couch, and started servicing him, as he had been for weeks, and Max…decided that being big could have its benefits after all.

New You Resolutions (Part 8) [Interactive]

It was December 31st, 2019–the end of the year, New You Enterprises New Year’s Bash had arrived, and all of the attendees were mingling together, excited to see what sorts of fun they would be having soon enough, once the stars of the event were brought out.

The company had selected four men this year to receive their batches of life changing resolutions, and the attendees had been assured that the results were simply unbelievable–if incomplete. After all, there was still a few hours left in the year, and that meant the magic affecting the four young men was still potent–once midnight struck, all of them would be stuck in their new forms, whatever that might be, but the company liked to give the men it selected an opportunity to beg for mercy–though it was up to the audience of the ball to decide it they deserved it or not–or if they deserved a few final changes to really make their new lives properly…interesting.

The clock struck ten, and the lights in the room dimmed, two spotlights hitting the stage on the far end, where the attendees all gathered to look and see who the company would reveal first. An MC stepped out, to a round of applause, and introduced the companies first selection of the year.

“Hello everyone, VIPs, executives–thank you again for attending our little gathering this year. It’s my pleasure to begin the main event of the evening–but first, I would like to introduce you to our first recipient–Duncan Everett!”

Up on the screen on the stage, a slideshow began, showing old images of Duncan from years past, back when he had been the slender, handsome male model.

“Duncan has made some massive changes to his life this year, thanks to our help, but before all of this, he was the rising star of the modelling world, on the cusp of nailing down contracts with several major designers and modeling agencies all over the world. However, our company saw much different potential in this young man, and we are over the moon with the progress Duncan has made on his new self in the last year–why don’t you come on out here Duncan, let everyone get a glimpse of the new you!”

No one appeared for a moment, because Duncan had no interest on getting on stage. In the end, it took two stage hands to shove him out into the center of the stage, stumbling over his feet, looking nothing at all like the lithe, hairless, handsome young man on the screen above him. The entire audience clapped, impressed at how easily New You Enterprises had turned the young model into the massively obese, extremely hairy slob standing in front of them now.

The remainder of the year hadn’t been particularly kind to Duncan–as he’d kept aging up into his fifties, his metabolism had slowed down more and more, and by the beginning of December, he had finally crested four hundred pounds, much to his horror. The grungy clothes he’d bought back in January were still the only clothes he could manage to wear, and standing on stage there, in his tight set of mesh shorts, crusty and stained with hundreds of loads of cum, a wifebeater completely unable to hold his hairy apron of fat, he was…horrified at all of these handsome, well dressed men staring and leering at him, like a piece of meat…and yet, he also wanted them all–all of them, to surround him, and jack off on him, cover him with their jizz, so he could leave the party smelling even more like a cumrag than he did already. He took a drag off his cigar–the smoke helped him feel a bit calmer at least–he didn’t know how he could have gotten through this without them.

“Well Duncan, is there anything you’d like to say to our audience here? Anything you would like to ask them? If you beg, they might even be willing to give you some of your old life back, you know…”

Duncan looked out at the men, unsure of what to say, what might induce them to feel a bit merciful towards him. “P-Please,” he croaked, still not used to how raspy his voice sounded after the hundreds of cigars he’d been forced to smoke over the last year, “I…I took it all for granted, I know that, but I…I didn’t ask for any of this. This isn’t who I am! I don’t…I just want…people to look at me without being disgusted by me again, I just want to be normal again.”

Some of the men in the audience laughed, and others just shook their heads.

“You sick fucks!” Duncan shouted at them, “I–This year has been like hell. I…I wasn’t a good person, is that what you want me to say? So maybe I was a jerk at times, but I didn’t deserve this, no one deserves this…”

“Well audience, the choice is in your hands–use your voting devices, and decide what fate is in store for Duncan here.”

Alright, that last poll was fairly evenly divided between the various options, so I thought I would break it down a bit, for each character. The poll below has a few different kinds of choices in it. “Before” choices will bring back some of the character’s qualities from their prior life. “Extra” choices will enhance or intensify some of the changes already made to the character. Lastly, “Partner” choices will have someone from the audience claim the character as their own, and make some additional modifications to their lifestyle. I plan on mixing and matching options together from the various categories, depending on what’s popular, so there will be multiple winning options, as before in this interactive. Patrons have their own poll as well, over here!

Whore on Demand (Patreon Exclusive)

Here’s another story based off of the suggestions from folks who support me on Patreon! In this sketch, a lecherous father decides to get a specialized whore for his son’s bachelor party, but things don’t go quite how he expected. You can find the story here! Anyone supporting me at the one dollar level or more can get access to all of these short stories, and also gets the ability to make requests of their own!

Herman’s Pool Party (Caption Sketch)

It hadn’t quite been the pool party that Mac had expected, when his neighbor Herman had invited him. For one thing, the entire party was made up of men–and men who were not, exactly, in the most peak of physical condition. Even Mac wasn’t quite in as good of shape as he’d been when he was a bit younger, but compared to the old, fat men around the pool today, he was quite the stud, in his opinion. It was a nice confidence boost, in any case.

Mac, before the party.

He also noticed, rather quickly, the party appeared to be composed of only men. He’d…had his suspicions about Herman perhaps being a fairy, but he hadn’t bothered asking. After all, it didn’t exactly have anything to do with him, who Herman decided to fuck, but he had the feeling that he’d been invited here today as eye candy–but before he could excuse himself, Herman had come over, welcomed him warmly, and pressed a beer into his hand, telling him to make himself comfortable.

It took Mac a couple of minutes to realize that Herman wasn’t actually wearing a swimsuit…in fact, quite a few of the men at the pool were swimming naked, letting their fat bodies and old cocks swing free, and while Mac knew he should feel some disgust…he felt something else quite surprising. He felt a bit…envious. They all seemed so happy, somehow, so free. None of them cared about what Mac thought of them–in fact, none of them had even really given him a second glance–which made him feel a bit…inadequate. Shouldn’t they all be interested in him, after all? He was the muscular, handsome one, right?

Instead, it was Mac who found himself…feeling a sudden attraction to the men around him, one he couldn’t understand, but one he also couldn’t control. He realized, a bit late, that Herman was beside him, talking to him about…something, something he couldn’t quite recall, and their conversation drifted to other topics quickly enough, but Mac felt like something was…off.

“You know Mac, wouldn’t you feel better taking a swim? It’s so hot out, don’t you think?”

Herman, naked, checking up on Mac

“I…uh…I don’t know, I’m a bit…” he looked around him, and at the rest of the men, still confused, “I don’t really feel like I…belong here, somehow.”

“Nonsense friend, that’s why I invited you. Just relax! You’ll feel better in no time, after a while in the water. We’re a friendly bunch, you’ll see.”

So Mac did. He got in the water, swimming around with the other men, and to his surprise, he did loosen up a bit. When one of the men complimented him on his beard, he was confused for a moment–after all, he didn’t have a beard, did he?–but he just…relaxed, and went with the flow, feeling the beard on his chin growing in, just…just as it should be. He got to know some of the men, little by little, all of them warming up to him, complimenting him on his soft gut, his short but girthy cock, his white hair. He was so flattered by their attention, that when they started feeling him up, and sliding their cocks against him, he was just…so happy, so eager to go with the flow, to just relax. He ended up on his hands and knees beside the pool, Herman fucking his ass, another old man fucking his throat, and he was so…so happy, he just let everything float away.

Later that night, after plenty of fucks, and quite a few loads of his own, Mac returned home, and laid down in his bed, bones aching a bit, but happy that another one of Herman’s pool parties had gone off without a hitch. There was another one next weekend, and Mac was already thinking about it–stroking his cock, feeling his gut bounce, and thinking about all the cock he’d be sucking until then too–especially Herman’s.

A brand new Mac, relaxing alone after the party