Invitation

by BRK   

A hot couple invites over a beefcake third for a sex-magic session that lets each experience something they’ve always craved.

It looked like a typical mundane suburban Sunday afternoon, but an anticipatory tension crackled through the little one-story house that a certain suavely handsome, slim-muscled, well-hung top named Tony shared with his taller, buffer boy-next-door bottom of a husband, Mark. Tony was curled up on the couch with his e-reader, trying his best to put a dent in the latest T.J. Klune download with limited success. He knew Mark had spent the morning working out—a distracting thought in itself—and was now soaking his hairier version of a standard-Hollywood-hunk physique in a very hot shower, the shower head no doubt set to the punishing high-intensity pulse Mark loved.

The water had just switched off a few moments before, the quiet subtly upping the undercurrent of suspense, when the doorbell suddenly rang, making Tony jump. Mark popped from the hallway leading to the bedroom, his curly blond hair damp and tousled, a towel around his perfectly trim waist. He was grinning.

“He’s here,” Tony said, standing and tossing the e-reader behind him on the couch.

“Should I get dressed?” Mark asked, wiggling his thick eyebrows suggestively.

Tony looked over his peach-pale, hairy-chested, classically proportioned partner with quiet appreciation. Mark’s gym-honed shirtless torso never failed to delight anyone who encountered it, Tony thought, and he saw it as his job to make sure as many people enjoyed it as possible. “Fuck no,” Tony said, his lips tilting into a smirk. “C’mon!”

They got to the door and opened it just as their visitor was lifting his hand to ring again. Time seemed to slow slightly as the three of them took a moment to stare at each other.

“Hey,” Jackson said, his greeting sounding breathy and reflexive as he scoped out his hosts.

“Hey,” Tony and Mark returned just as distractedly, ogling Jackson in return.

It wasn’t like the three of them had never laid eyes on each other. In recent weeks the superhot bodybuilder had become a semiregular at the four-star trattoria where Mark cooked and Tony bartended. There the setting had been professional and the dress was, too, with the boys in their smart black and white uniforms and Jackson looking striking and remarkably handsome in his XXL junior-exec business suit, his night out clearly capping a long week of hard workouts and corporate smarm. Here, the context was charged with sexual promise, and the suits and uniforms were stripped away, leaving them newly exposed to each other.

Jackson was even more awe-inspiring out of his workaday tailored business ensemble. His clingy, deep-saturated purple long-sleeved compression tee and battered jeans hugged every hard curve of his massive, stone-carved, narrow-waisted form. Tony was defined and toned, and Mark had spent years getting spectacularly ripped, but Jackson was on another level. The sepia-skinned man was a true muscle beast, from the diamond firmness of his calves and the swell of his thighs and ass in his 501s to the fist-like abdominal bricks stunningly visible through his skin-tight tee to the ponderous, disproportionate pecs and the thick, man-and-a-half-wide shoulders.

The couple couldn’t quite stop drinking in his tightly packed, deliciously wide form. Mark, tall and built himself, saw the man with a gay gym rat’s deep appreciation of a sexily ultraswole putative fuckbuddy, but Tony’s dark blue eyes were calculating and almost ominously possessive. This, right here—this man had exactly what he craved.

Jackson’s gaze was just as intent. He lingered first over the eye candy of Mark’s cute, hazel-eyed face and taller, hairier, almost-nude hunkbod, but his stare was soon drawn across the pair to the unmistakable bulge in Tony’s thin khaki lounge pants. That the trousers were loose everywhere else seemed designed to focus all attention on the impressive package protruding from Tony’s otherwise lithe, well-proportioned Mediterranean form. Tony noted the envy in Jackson’s stare with a thrill of excitement and vindication.

None of them spoke, and the moment seemed to slowly spin as they took each other in, a nervous edge adding to the heady lust. Tony’s invite for Jackson to join them had been spontaneous, Tony sensing an afternoon of special intimacy between them would allow each of them to slake a long-harbored hunger, but offering a threesome and making it happen were two different things.

Finally, after a solid minute or more of mounting lust, Jackson broke out a grin. “So, uh,” he said, rubbing a hand along his nape, “you guys mind if I come in?”

Mark’s eyes glinted. “Oh, you can ‘come in’ all right,” he said.

“Ignore him.” Tony grinned, flicking his gaze playfully to Jackson’s shoulders. “You sure those will fit through the door, though?” he teased, moving aside to let Jackson past.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Jackson said with a smile. He entered the house and trailed Mark into the large bedroom, Tony closing the door and following close behind.

Mark had thought ahead and started a smooth lofi playlist going in the cozy bedroom before his shower. He’d also lowered the blinds three-quarters of the way down and tossed a length of sheer rose fabric over the lamp, making the room softer and more welcoming.

Now he lay naked on his back on the hunter-green duvet, smiling up at a similarly nude and mostly un-freaked Jackson as Tony, naked as well, stood behind him, calmly painting a crimson sigil on the warm brown skin of Jackson’s broad, dramatically tapered back. Mark was proud of his own V and the way his lats flared noticeably out from his core in that way that got so many engines purring, his own included; but Jackson’s lats broadened so dramatically his back was like a carapace.

It was of a piece with the rest of him. Everything about Jackson was double-plus—even his face and close-cropped hair added to his huge yet perfectly proportioned physique to make him ridiculously good-looking in every way. The infield outlier was the wide but smaller-than-average cock he’d be fucking Mark with; but if all went well that wouldn’t be for long.

Jackson smiled nervously. “I’ve never tried anything like this before,” he admitted, a little awkwardly.

Tony had stepped back and was reviewing the sigil critically. He’d already painted the appropriate complementary sign on his own firm, mostly hairless chest. It was already dried and sunken into the skin, as Jackson’s would already be, like a big, blood-red temporary tattoo. “Threesomes? Or sex magic?” Tony asked with a smile, setting the brush and pot of spelled paint aside on the dresser.

Jackson huffed a laugh. “Both.”

The music kicked into a new song with a rough, throbbing beat, and Tony stepped closer to his prize, stroking the heavy muscles of Jackson’s arms, shoulders, and back. Arousal spread through them. Jackson’s cock stiffened quickly. Mark was fully hard as he watched, knowing he and his ass would have a front-row seat for what was coming.

“Relax,” Tony said as he caressed the bigger man. He was erect, too, his big, heavy tool pointed inches from the cleavage of Jackson’s round, protruding glutes. “Feel the strong carnal energy flow through you. Giving all three of us what we want.”

Mark saw the heat kindle in Jackson’s unfocused stare. “I’ll really be big?” he rasped weakly.

“So big,” Tony purred, letting his hands drift lower.

Mark wanted to snort. It was funny for a cover-worthy sexy bodybuilder to express wonder at the idea of being huge, but then, that was what the sex-magic was for. It wasn’t there to let Jackson experience something he already had.

Thankful as always for his unusually limber joints, Mark kept eye contact with Jackson as he scooted back on the bed and carefully pulled his long legs in turn behind his bulging shoulders, presenting his ass to Jackson. “Climb up here and eat me,” he said softly.

Jackson’s eyes darkened. “Tony was right, you are a bossy bottom,” he said, but he did as he was told, getting up onto the duvet and pushing his face between Mark’s cheeks. Mark held back a moan, feeling the tingling of Jackson’s magically augmented saliva as he set his talented tongue to work. Tony had gripped Jackson’s hips and was doing the same. Mark knew they’d told Jackson about how once they were wearing the sigil the saliva primed their asses, preparing them for whatever came after; but Jackson was deep in the moment, letting his long deft tongue be an instrument of Mark’s pleasure even as he got the same treatment himself.

They lept at this for quite some time. It felt so good Mark could have just done this all day, except for the way his mouth was forming the words “Fuck me” over and over, a little louder minute by minute. Finally Jackson’s head lifted and they made eye contact. “Now?” he growled.

Mark looked over Jackson’s brawny brown shoulder at Tony, who was already moving into position behind Jackson, his eyes full of lust. “Now,” Mark and Tony said together.

The music twisted into something deeper and Jackson rose and leaned over Mark, the larger man’s size thrilling him as his cockhead nudged at the muscle of Mark’s entrance. Behind him was Tony, about the same height and just as handsome—but so much narrower. Tony’s gaze was feral as he pushed slowly forward, pressing against Jackson’s hole, and Jackson’s pressure on Mark’s anus increased until with a grunt that short, girthy cock was pushing into Mark just as Tony slid into Jackson’s virgin-tight ass.

“Fuck yeah,” Mark said.

“I feel it,” Jackson said, grinding instinctively into Mark in tempo with Tony’s thrusts as they went deeper and deeper. Already Mark wanted to cry out in marvelous appreciation, and the show hadn’t even started yet.

The room was hot, the air swirling. Sweat trickled from Mark’s temples. With each thrust Jackson and Tony seemed closer, pressed together like they were used to being skin to skin, Jackson’s back against Tony’s front with Tony’s arms now wrapped tightly around Jackson’s middle just under his profoundly thick pecs. The thrusts seemed to go deeper and deeper, even as Jackson, impossibly, appeared to grow, expanding with more muscle and more height, becoming even more of a massive, beautiful beast as Tony pressed relentlessly further into him, the merging of his light-toned olive-skinned body little by little with Jackson’s huge form adding mass, size, and power to the increasingly unified fuckbody.

“Oh, yeah! Yes!” Mark shouted. “Fuck, you’re so huge! I’m getting fucked by someone so fucking huge!”

The growth continued. The steel-hard cock in Mark’s anus kept plowing further and further in, adding inch by inch even as its diameter swelled beyond anything Mark had experienced. Tony’s shoulders and face were almost all the way pushed into a feral-looking Jackson—then with a sudden surge that must have added a half a foot in size and fifty pounds of instant hulking muscle they were fully joined, Jackson’s face reshaping in the blink of an eye to become a fascinating Tony-Jackson amalgam. Mark cried out at the push of even more inches deep inside him as the merged hunk-giant’s cock achieved its final monumental size.

“We… we are huge,” the eight-foot-tall fused sex god said, the voice a layering of Tony’s on top of Jackson’s, as if they were speaking with two larynxes at once. TJ grinned. “We are huge—” He stroked his mountainous pecs with one meaty hand. A fire lit his eyes. “—And we are huge,” he added with a leer, shoving his unnaturally massive cock deep into Mark with a new level of strength and power and pulling back, only to piston in again.

Mark grunted, panting, ecstatic at being overpowered and fucked by such an enormous man the way he’d always, always wanted. He met the beastlike eyes boring down on him, now raging with the lust of two virile men.

“You’re both in there?” Mark asked. He knew they were—they’d just expressed the fulfillment both of Jackson’s yearning for the feeling of a huge dick and Tony’s long-held wish for the experience of massive, bulky muscles. But as the merged sex-giant drilled him mercilessly and loomed over him in dominance, he was fascinated by the physical combination—which made him wonder about the neural intermix of the two unlike, if equally horny, men. “Tony and Jackson?”

The merged man smiled. He was compellingly handsome, not because he was better-looking than the two were separately so much as that his presence was filling the room around Mark, saturating his personal space with the intense allure of not one but two sexy men. “We are indeed,” he agreed in that layered voice that seemed to curl up inside Mark like a two-tailed snake. “Tony and Jackson.” He winked and added, “Call us TJ.”

Mark liked the new name, like this “TJ” was both of the men and also something new. “What’s it like?” he panted as his insides tightened around TJ’s hot, hard tool.

TJ dropped down onto his hands on either side of Mark, caging him in. He breath was hot and his sexuality delightfully irresistible. “We feel everything. We remember everything,” the merged mighty fuck-god growled, driving his stone pillar of a cock deeper and deeper into Mark. “We remember meeting you long ago on a carousel, and we remember meeting you four weeks ago in your restaurant.” He moved his face closer. “We feel the satisfaction of years of making love to you, and the excitement of fucking you now for the first time.”

Mark shivered with a new rush of arousal. “Yeah?” he whimpered, eyes locked on those of the combined man. “What else do you do feel?”

TJ bared his teeth, his pace increasing as sweat dripped onto Mark’s hairy, muscled chest. “Everything,” he gritted out. “We feel… we fuck… we cum!”

“Unh!” Mark cried out as the merged man shoved into him all the way and stilled, just for a second, before feverishly cumming hot, hot jizz all over Mark’s insides. Mark screamed his pleasure and satisfaction, instantly cumming himself in torrents without his raging cock ever having been touched. The sex-magic prolonged the orgasm, letting them cum and cum and cum. They tried to kiss, but they were panting too hard and ended up just huffing gusts of hot breath on each other with each deep eruption and long, copious spurt.

Finally, TJ pulled out and rolled onto his side next to Mark, his enlarged, overmuscled form still massive enough to make him feel small and dominated. Mark watched him, still huffing as his heart hammered in his chest. After a moment of admiring each other, their lust more stoked than satisfied, Mark climbed onto the sweaty giant and dove in for a fierce and passionate kiss that turned slow and sultry and Mark’s hands roved over the giant’s hard, sculpted bulk.

It didn’t take long for the banked coals of their libidos to rekindle and their cocks to harden all over again, Mark’s rutting against TJ’s stone-hard abs while the giant’s massively inhuman prick rose jerkily up to full hardness. It rode along Mark’s slippery ass-crack like it was blindly trying to find the entrance, his impressively heavy balls pulled up tight against his taint as their resurging arousal blazed with a slow-buring fire. “Nice,” TJ hummed, and even that single word in that sexy layered voice spiked Mark’s arousal.

Grinning into their messy kiss, Mark reached back and helped TJ’s wide cockhead find his still-tight hole, pushing himself down on the long tool with a satisfied growl. This time the fucking was languid and unhurried, lasting for the better part of an hour as they pleasured each other with hands, lips, tongues, and cocks. When they came again they were still kissing, sweat slickening the rub of their hard muscles against each other as the orgasm seemed to crash upwards through them, not just a dam-burst of cum but releasing all of them into some new, floating, more joyful existence.

They rolled onto their sides, panting and heavy with a delicious, post-fuck lassitude. As they cuddled and unwound, Mark sensed the transferred magic that had allowed him to take the enormous tool slowing ebbing in his ass and insides, leaving him unhurt but aching in a way that was, he decided, extremely pleasant. Soon, Tony and Jackson were separating, their size ebbing gradually at the same time. Mark watched, sleepy-eyed but fascinated by the process. The “falling apart” completed more quickly than the coming together, and it was only after maybe a minute or so from the time Mark had sensed the ebbing begin that the sigil-spell had fully worn off and Jackson was lying there beaming at him, a lone, just-fucked-handsome individual once more, with his beloved Tony close behind, edging a stubbly chin over the enticing curve of the bodybuilder’s chiseled traps.

Mark gave his lover and their guest each a fond smile. Jackson looked slightly dazed, blissed out, and utterly slaked. Tony, cocky and delicious as always, seemed focused and even energized by the merge-fucking, his blue eyes darker and lustier than ever. Both were sweaty and flushed and more or less back to their normal size, though to Mark their muscles were visibly pumped—like they’d spent the last two hours working out and had each gotten some not unsubstantial gains for their strain and sacrifice.

“So,” Tony asked their bed-guest, “what do you think of our little playtime adventure?” His slight smirk suggested he already knew the answer. Well, he had felt and experienced everything Jackson had, and vice versa. He knew exactly how much ecstasy they had shared.

Jackson couldn’t quite speak, though clearly he’d more than just liked it—if the hunky corporate exec hadn’t just acquired a taste for secret, freaky sigil sex, Mark would eat a shoe. Hope sizzled through him. Would Jackson want to get big and loom over him again? Would he want to go further?

His pulse flickered longingly at the thought. Maybe all his wishes hadn’t been satisfied today after all…

It took a beat, but Jackson managed to focus his attention on the two other men, returning Mark’s smile and stroking his thick, furry chest with a large, splayed hand as he snuggled back against Tony’s lean, hard body. “You guys… you guys are something else,” he said. “Just… just getting sandwiched between you at first was hot, but…” He shook his head, too awed to find words to express his pleasure or the heights of his orgasm. He turned his head slightly to share a brief kiss with Tony, then did the same with Mark before slumping happily onto the pillow between them, his smile and the whole of his body radiating satiation and satisfaction.

“You know, since you liked it,” Tony said casually after a moment, stroking Jackson’s granite-like upper arms, “I might have some other body-merging and morphing tricks we can try… next time.”

Jackson’s eyes lit up. “‘Next time,’” he said, “sounds very, very good to me.” Mark lifted his head and they kissed, slowly and sensually, before Jackson rolled onto his back, pulling Tony on top of him. The new position allowed the three of them make out for, as it turned out, a very, very long time.

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