The unclothed man

by Mask

Any man that spends too much time alone with our protagonist ends up having their articles of clothing disappear. Forever. What happens when the new neighbor across the hall moves in on Christmas Eve all alone?

I sat in the quiet lobby, idly twiddling with my phone. I had just taken an allergy test, and I was patiently awaiting the results. The room was quiet and completely empty. 

The door clicked and I perked up as a nurse walked in. A tall man walked in with her with his winter coat in hand, no doubt having taken it off for a similar procedure as mine. 

“Conner?” the nurse said calling over to me. “Your blood work is almost done. It should only be 20 minutes. We’re a little backed up so thank you for your patience.”

“Thank you,” I said graciously. I didn’t really mind; I had no plans for the day. Couldn’t exactly frolic about on a cold winter day such as this. Besides, I was paying careful attention to the man who had just walked in the room. 

“Oh, and mine? Will it be about the same?” the tall man asked. The nurse shook her head and gave a polite frown. 

“No sir,” she replied. “20 minutes is generous for the gentleman over there, he’s been here for something like half an hour.”

“Oh wow,” the tall man said. He set his coat down on a chair across the room. “Must be quite busy.”

“Our blood machines are running samples from the hospital, they sent in a bunch unfortunately,” the nurse said. She shrugged. “To be completely honest they’re higher priority. You can leave and come back if you’d like. Will have the results all the same.”

“Eh, it’s so cold and I live quite a ways a way,” the man replied. I couldn’t help but absentmindedly shake my head. A big mistake on his part. The moment that nurse left the room he would be irreparably altered. To seal the deal, the man sat down and draped the coat over his lap. The nurse gave some brief information to the man before hurrying back, no doubt to assist with the intense work. 

My eyes immediately fell on the man’s shoes. They were designer, most likely a symbol of the man’s class or at least of his hobbies. There was no use in paying attention to any other aspect of the man…yet. 

“Those are some nice shoes,” I commented. I gave him a polite smile. “Connor.”

“Thank you!” the man replied. He gave a bit of a sheepish smile. “I’m Oscar.”

“Wonderful to meet you Oscar,” I replied. Truly this was probably our first meeting. I would be able to tell. 

My eyes darted towards the ticking clock on the wall. Three minutes had passed. My eyes returned to the man’s shoes. Oscar had taken out his phone, completely distracted. 

It happened shortly thereafter. I watched as his shoes seemed to fizzle. It was like static on an old tv, getting worse and worse over time. I was able to see beneath the shoes, some festive Christmas themed socks. They weren’t designer brand, so perhaps this man was only a shoe enthusiast. 

Shame, I thought to myself. In an instant, the shoes were gone. Like pulling the plug, they vanished instantly. Oscar didn’t seem to notice, nor would he ever seem to notice. 

The time ticked along, and I shook my head knowingly. This man had the misfortune of sitting in a room with me for an extended period of time. Especially on a day so lacking in customers. Surely something else would go soon. 

10 minutes, 20 minutes, 25 minutes. My eyes darted from the nurse’s door to Oscar and back. It wasn’t often that people hoped to stay at the doctor’s office, but this was an exception. 

It was then that I saw the man’s coat begin to flicker. I sat back in my chair, disappointed for the most part. This always happened in the winter. These seasonal clothes would get selected and it would just take forever for things to change. 

Just as before, the static grew worse and worse until eventually the bulky coat disappeared without a trace. Oscar simply readjusted his arms, not looking up from his phone. 

As I turned back towards the door, I heard it click as it opened. The nurse had returned, and in her hand, she had a sterile Manila envelope.

“You better avoid spring,” the nurse said as she gave me a sarcastic side eye. “It’s looking pretty deadly.”

“Always is,” I said groaning. The two of us laughed. I thanked her as I walked past Oscar towards the door. It was a shame that so little had happened, perhaps I’d see him again one day. 

“Have a wonderful day!” I said cheerily as I stepped outside. A cold burst of wind battered my coat, and I shuddered as I bundled up my arms even further. I stepped into the snow that had been fruitlessly shoveled off the sidewalk, my shoes soaking up some of the water. Oscar would shortly do the same, though I don’t think he’ll mind either. 

It’s always the shoes first. That or socks if the shoes are off. As for the other articles, it’s always different. Most men who have to occupy the same space as me for more than a few minutes lose their shoes. And that happens surprisingly frequently. Imagine how many times you’ve ever been in a public restroom with only one other person, wandering the grocery store late at night in the dairy aisle, alone in an examination room with your physician. The number of minutes adds up over time. 

Needless to say, I see many men around town walking barefoot or in socks. I like to imagine that for but a brief moment the two of us knew each other, even if we’ve forgotten each other’s name. There’s a Nike store just up the street from me and sometimes I wonder if I’m putting them out of business. 

Oscar would probably walk outside, thinking no different of the feeling of wet snow on his festive socks. It would not bother him and more than it would have with shoes on. When the wind inevitably gusts up, he would be no more cold than he would be with his coat. I tended to have that effect on people, hypothermia is no joke after all. 

Of course, there are plenty of men that I’ve spent more than a few passing moments with. Back in college, my dorm of four was rarely unoccupied. Even then, I was inevitable in there enough on a 1 on 1 basis that by the end of the term two of them were reduced to nothing more than pants while the third was reduced to a humble jockstrap. I never figured out why that was his choice of undergarment. That’s where it started actually, and the shock led to several baffling evenings and conversations where I felt like I was being gaslit. 

It used to happen so slowly when it was first developing. It seemed to take a whole year before my roommates had become completely naked. Since then, it tends to happen much quicker, and I have a better grasp of my condition. 

As I drove down the snow-covered street, I noticed the beat cop standing idly at the corner. His hand rested against his hips and his gaze moved about the intersection. He was a muscular man, no doubt one who kept himself in tip top shape. I could tell, of course, because he was completely naked. As snowflakes fell on his exposed skin, he continued to stand straight and tall. He didn’t seem to mind that his bare feet were a foot deep in the snow, nor that his dick was airing itself out in the subzero temperatures. 

As I came to a stop at the red light, I exchanged a polite glance with the man, who bowed his head knowingly. A few months ago, the man and I had sat together in his office as he helped me file a report over my stolen truck. After three individual meetings and a returned truck, the man had been completely transformed. A mother and child walked past the man, bundled in heavy sweaters. The small child waved at the policeman, who waved back in turn. The mother gave a polite smile to the officer as she walked away, unfazed by the apparent contradiction before her. 

As I drove away, I couldn’t help but smile. Most of my male coworkers were missing articles of clothing. Many of my longtime friends were naked, which made parties all that much more interesting. At this rate, I was worried that every man in town would eventually become unapologetic exhibitionists. 

‘Horrifying,’ I thought to myself as I came to a halt. I parked my car and made my way into my apartment building. I made my way up the few flights of stairs until I came to my floor. 

The hallway was quiet, most people were probably out of town. The holidays are better spent with loved ones. I didn’t mind a lonely Christmas, though. I didn’t have a roommate and I’m content to live alone. Why? Well for one because I could afford the rent, two because can you imagine?

As I turned the corner, I came across a man turning a key into the door across from my own. It was Mr. Richards, the landlord. He was, of course, completely naked. 

“Afternoon!” Mr. Richards said politely. He gave me a wave. “Staying warm?”

“Of course!” I said chuckling. I sized up the man and even pointed at his lack of attire. “Are you?”

“Of course!” the man said with a hearty laugh. “You always ask me that this time of year.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” I said under my breath. I gestured at the unit the landlord was trying to enter. “What’s up with this?”

“New neighbor,” Mr. Richards said. He unlocked the door and propped it open. “We’ve got a new tenant.”

“On December 23?” I asked, somewhat incredulously. I’d know that that unit had been unoccupied for a few months, but I hadn’t expected it to be purchased until the New Year. “Who on earth bought it?”

“Between you and me, I don’t really care,” Mr. Richards said as he leaned against the door. “The regional manager has been on my ass to get someone in here and I just let the guy sign the lease.”

“I didn’t hear that,” I said with a chuckle. The other man laughed. 

“The new tenant is supposed to be here tomorrow,” he said. “Can I give you the key? Our offices are closed by then.”

“For free Mr. Richards?” I said. I leaned against my own door and gave him a side eye. Mr. Richards in turn gave me a similar look. 

“I happen to know that the electricity sensor in your apartment hasn’t been registering things properly,” he said with a smirk. “Must be just an error.”

“Anything for you,” I said as I snatched the keys out of his hands. Mr. Richards laughed. 

“Merry Christmas!” the man said as he shuffled into the room, slamming the unit’s door behind him. I grinned as I entered my own unit. A new neighbor on Christmas Eve. What an unusual situation. 

The next day, I sat quietly in my apartment. Old Hallmark re-runs had been cycling over and over and over again on the nearby TV, and I sat on my laptop, idly scrolling through articles and websites. Every now again I would glance at the door, waiting for the eery silence to finally end. The spare key sat on the nearby table, taunting me with its allure of something interesting. 

At the moment, the male lead was brooding in his room, distraught at having insulted the female lead on a dinner date. Sometimes I wished that these hot male leads would also lose their clothing when they were “alone” with me like this. “Christmas in Kamchatka” would be much more interesting if everyone was naked and gay, but alas that was not for me to decide. 

Outside my window, snow was piling down. It hadn’t stopped since I’d left the doctor’s yesterday, and there was over a foot of snow on my balcony. I didn’t mind really though, I had enough food to last me until mid January, I’m fine to cozy up and do nothing. 

The distraught actor was now being consoled by another man. I hadn’t caught if this was roommate/brother/friend, but I liked to think it was lover/boyfriend/husband because both of them were really cute. 

“Just kiss,” I muttered to myself with a chuckle. At that very moment, I heard the sound of the elevator. My head spun around as I heard slow, heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. My eyes darted from my door to the spare key that Mr. Richards had given me. 

There was a grunt and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. I closed my computer and stood up to listen. There was some heavy breathing and what sounded like an expletive. A moment later came the knock. 

I straightened myself up. I had so disliked the last neighbor that was across from me. A crotchety old man who I had the displeasure of interacting with 1 on 1, thus making my neighbor a crotchety old naked man. I had been so happy when he moved out, and I was hoping that before me would be a better neighbor. 

“Hello?” came a voice from the other side along with another knock. It was a man’s voices, and quite a soothing one. A pleasant sexy baritone, just deep enough without sounding like a boombox. I quickly made my way to the door and swung it open. 

“Oh hello!” the man said. I immediately noticed how tall he was. He had to be at least 7 feet tall as he was leaning down beneath the door frame. He flashed a beautiful smile and grinned eagerly. “I hear you’re Conner.”

“Y-yes absolutely, nice to meet you, Conner,” I sputtered out. I sputtered put a few more words, trying to apologize for the slip up but the man merely let out a little chuckle. 

“Okay, I guess I can be Conner too,” the man said. He reached out his hand. “Conner. Nice to meet you, Conner.”

I blushed and met his hand. It was big, powerful, and strong. It was attached to an even more monstrous arm. I tried not to judge a man’s appearance while they had clothes on, but this man’s physique was impossible to ignore. He was wearing a thick winter coast and I could still make out the outline of his pectorals. 

“Here’s your key,” I said as I practically shoved it into “Conner’s” hand. I was too nervous and suddenly dumbstruck to really protest. 

“Thanks dude,” he said grasping it. He looked back at his door and then back at me. I did my best not to turn away and bite my tongue. Hot damn, was he good. He smiled at me. “You seem a little bored. Do you live alone?”

“Just me. Yes,” I replied. Conner gave a knowing nod. He gestured at the large box that was sitting outside the door. 

“I’ve got to lug a bunch more junk up,” Conner said. “Can you go put it in my unit? It would be a big help.”

“Sure thing!” I said almost too enthusiastically. 

“Thanks dude,” Conner said with a laugh. He made his way back down the hallway, his footsteps noticeably less heavy. A quick glance showed that whatever shoes he’d been wearing had now disappeared. Conveniently, so too had his socks, and could hear the slap of his bare feet against the hard surface of the elevator. 

The moment I heard the door click shut, I let out a noise somewhere between a deep moan and a high C. The man was drop dead gorgeous and losing clothes by the minute. I was given the opportunity, nay the privilege to help him out. 

I propped open the door before I began to lug the large box into the room across from me. Unlike our handsome secondary lead, I was nowhere near strong enough to lift this damn thing. I swear it must have been stacks of bricks covered in concrete. 

By the time I made it into the empty common space, I was sweating and heaving. I heard the ding of the elevator, and I quickly regained my composure. Absentmindedly, I pretended I was sitting on the box, waiting with great impatience. 

“I’m back dude!” Conner called out. I could hear the sound of his feet on the floor, this time much more wet, no doubt from the snow outside. He rounded the corner and stood in the doorway. The motherfucker was carrying the thing on his shoulder. With one arm. 

“Conner!” I cried out as a stood up. “Do you need help?”

“Hell yeah, brother. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” he said with a grin. He set down the box, which proceeded to make just about the loudest sound I could imagine. I gave him a gaping expression. Never one to break his smile, he merely set his arms against his hips and laughed. “Something wrong, dude?”

“You were lifting that thing at shoulder level!” I said incredulously. “If it was anything as heavy as this box then I’m concerned for your…your…I guess probably your soldier.”

“Shoulder.”

“Shoulder, yes,” I said. Gotta keep my cool. 

“Well, it’s got just about the same stuff in it,” Conner said. He popped open the box and gestured inside. A quick glance and I could see that inside were some free weights, stacked neatly to the very brim. 

“The building does have a gym,” I said as I returned to my own box. I peeked inside and saw an identical set of stacked weights. 

“Yeah, but the weights they have aren’t heavy enough,” Conner replied. He winked at me. “I checked when I came through here the other day.”

“Not heavy enough?!” I said turning back to him. 

“Is that a challenge?” Conner said. He grinned at me, though his smile never really seemed to stop. He crossed his arms along his chest when all of a sudden I saw that familiar static. It was only so visible beneath his thick coat, but the sleeves of his shirt were flickering near his wrists and something around his collar seemed to be flashing as well. 

“Watch this,” Conner said. My eyes snapped back into attention as Conner deftly flicked his box into the air, balancing it instantly and flawlessly on one of his shoulders. In less than a second, he had covered this distance to me as he swung the other box onto his other shoulder. I had to jump out of the way. “See? Easy!”

I was baffled. The man was a beast. With a huge smile, he proceeded to squat up and down with very little effort. I also noticed beneath the sleeve of his coat the last remnants of a shirt that he’d ever wear disappear into a cloud of static. Alas, his coat was still on so I could not yet view what I only imagined to be Heaven itself. 

“I’ve got two more of these weight bins in the truck,” Conner said as he set each box down simultaneously. “I’ll be right back.”

“Bring both up at the same time then, Hercules,” I said sarcastically as he turned the corner. He laughed all the way to the elevator, and once again I was alone. 

I checked my phone, it had only been a few minutes that he’d been in here. That was probably the fastest someone had ever lost their second article of clothing with me. The thought of what lay underneath that coat made my dick twitch. 

When Conner returned, his pants were already buzzing with static. Chance variations revealed the tight boxers he had on underneath, wrapped around some truly monstrous looking legs. 

“Gotcha!” Conner said emphatically as he twirled around with two boxes positioned on his shoulders. He was acting like a little kid on field day. With unbelievable grace, he delicately placed both boxes down onto the floor where they emitted a seriously loud thump. 

In one final burst of static, Conner’s pants disappeared. Beneath them were the already glimpsed mountains that supported the Adonis’s body. I was most caught up by his boxers, which now revealed a truly stunning cock. It was long, thick, and wrapped around the man’s leg. It was hard to tell, but it must have been 10, no 12 inches. Thick too, like a full-fledged snake hiding in there. Most worrying of all, it was still soft and thus only a fraction of its potential. 

“Damn, your legs really are strong,” I said casually, gesturing at the man’s newly naked legs. Conner grinned and flexed his thighs. 

“I do work out,” he said sarcastically. “I do a 6-day split. Honestly, I think I might start going twice a day, I just can’t seem to get all my energy out normally.”

“That’s very impress—” I started. I was cut off by the shimmer static of Conner’s coat. I blinked and did a double take. Unfortunately, I hadn’t caught a glimpse of what I could only hope would help me achieve Nirvana, instead I was concerned by how quickly he was losing clothing. We’d only been talking one on one for an hour, maybe two. His pace was stunningly quick. 

“Oh yeah, check this out,” Conner said. He positioned himself in a stereotypical body builder pose, and in a sudden flash of light his coat spontaneously disappeared. As if on cue, all of the man’s muscles flexed, and I had to do everything in my power to avoid visibly swooning. 

His arms were massive, the head of his biceps about as big as my own head. His pecs were perked upwards, probably capable of supporting a third box full of weights had the man brought it up. And his six pack! Oh, I swear I hadn’t seen one so perfectly cut, not even in photo edits. You could see his lats pulling themselves around, supporting the man’s posture like a strong turtle shell. 

The two of us had a laugh, though mine was forced to prevent myself from involuntarily ejaculating. The man was toned beyond belief. His skin was smoother than silk and clearer than pearls. His face was attractive, charming, and extremely striking. I just kept finding myself looking at his face. The man’s body was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. Michelangelo’s David would have been jealous. Conner’s smile was just so energetic and unrelenting, it made me feel butterflies in my stomach. 

“I’m nearly done,” Conner said. “Just a few more boxes.”

“How much more could you have?” I asked sarcastically, gesturing at his four boxes full of workout equipment. 

“I gotta go down and get the box full of clothes!” Conner said laughing. I laughed as well. Conner gave me an earnest smile. “No really! It’s full of all my boxer briefs.”

I nodded my head. In his mind, the only clothes he’d ever worn and thus ever needed were his boxer briefs. Conner had no concept of the man he’d been mere hours ago, nor was he aware that soon those remaining boxer briefs would soon be less than the smallest snowflakes outside.

“We can’t spend all day emptying boxes,” I said. I was admittedly a little bored. I wanted to do something with somebody, especially with this man’s body! “It’s Christmas Eve!”

“One more box,” Conner said smiling. “Then we can do something else.”

“Deal,” I agreed. Conner spun around in his heel and left the room, his wet feet once again slapping against the floor. I couldn’t help but notice that his pace was faster, heavier, like he was in a hurry to get things done. 

In the time it took my new neighbor to return, I had gathered up a deck of cards along with several assorted bags of snacks. Dangling precariously from one hand were two bottles of beer, hopefully to make things more enjoyable. 

“That’s the spirit!” Conner said as I exited my apartment. It seemed like he’d just got off the elevator, and he was holding two more boxes on his shoulders. His muscles seemed relaxed, almost disinterested by the weight. I was almost disappointed by how un-flexed they were. Not that I could complain about the eye candy I would get to eat for the foreseeable future. 

“Yeah, just set that shit down and we can play a game of something,” I said. “I’ve got a pretty portable TV screen too. We could probably have it stream something from my apartment.”

“Sick, dude,” Conner said as he gently tossed the two boxes to the ground. They were so heavy that they physically shook the room, and I almost tripped. 

I threw the cards onto the carpet flooring and set down all the goods alongside it. I glimpsed over at Conner, who was rummaging around with one of his boxes. He was leaning over and his ass looked ready to burst out of its confines. It was so round and juicy, I just wanted to reach out and grab it. 

“I’m going to go get the monitor,” I said. “It should connect with the TV I’ve got across the hall.”

“Perfect, dude!” Conner said without standing up. I practically moonwalked out of his apartment, eyes still locked onto his ass. 

When I returned with the monitor and all of its cables, Conner had removed a small air mattress from the box. Clearly he was not anticipating a proper bed, though I wished I could offer him mine. 

“That’s things pretty big!” Conner said looking at the screen. In that moment, his boxers shimmered and the static started. I was greeted with glimpses of the trouser snake that had been taunting me earlier. It was truly among the largest I’d ever seen and it had to be wrapped partially around the man’s leg. 

“That’s what she said,” I said nonchalantly, not taking my eyes off of the man’s soon to be revealed package. Conner laughed, blissfully unaware of the real irony. 

“What are you gonna put on?” he asked. I wanted to say clothes but I don’t think he’d get the joke. 

“Dude there has been nothing but Hallmark movies on all day long,” I said. I was testing the waters a bit, see what he liked. 

“Hallmark movies?” he asked. 

“Yeah y’know,” I replied. I stared at him, and he smiled back. I swear the man only knew how to smile, but this here was a smile of confusion. “The sappy movies? Christmasy?”

His expression unchanging, I was no closer to gather whether or not it would be “cool” or “okay” to put that on. Admittedly my cable subscription was very limited so there weren’t many more options.

“Anything in season!” Conner said eventually. Thank god. No sooner had I plugged in the TV and began fiddling with the remote when the boxers finally came off. It was particularly dramatic, as were most of the final clothing of men I’d been around. Between one moment and the next there was a flash of light, and they were gone. The man’s dick flopped down between his legs, audibly slapping against his toned leg. 

The box directly next to me disappeared, making me jump for a moment. It had probably been filled to the brim with boxer briefs, being the man’s only clothes. Though I did question how it had made such a loud thump if that’s all that had been in it. The back of the napkin calculations for density were a little unnerving, thought that hardly mattered now that they had vanished from existence. 

Conner had begun to inflate his mattress. It was big to support his frame, but ultimately quite thin. It seemed that the air compressor he had wasn’t working, so instead the man began to heave air into the mattress. It was an amazing sight, the man must have had the lungs of a whale. 

As the mattress expanded, I couldn’t help but fantasize over the swinging pendulum between his legs. Oh, how it would feel to latch on and blow, just like he was doing now. How good it would feel to have him blow me. Let him expand my dick. 

“Yeuhghooud?” Conner said turning to me. I blinked and my eyes met his. He was smiling at me, which seemed to make it more difficult for him to blow up the mattress. 

“Yeah, sorry!” I sputtered out. “It’s still loading. Just staring into space.”

Conner nodded and returned to his mattress. He didn’t seem to care that I’d been staring at him, perhaps he believed my lie. I turned on the screen and began the process of connecting it across the hall. My TV was smart, so it could just stream to this screen. 

Conner sealed the mattress shut and set it at the far end of the room. He put his hands on his hips and turned around, his entire body on display. It really was a beautiful body. I was in awe that it was in front of me and not on some screen on my phone. 

I would have looked away then. After all, it wasn’t like he was an eye magnet. I had to set up the screen, as it still hadn’t properly made the connection. Instead, I kept staring at Conner, eyes squinting as my heart began to race. 

“Is something the matter?” Conner asked. He gave me a polite and endearing smile “You really do keep staring.”

“No,” I said as confidently as I could. “Nothing at all.”

But there was something. Something was absolutely the matter. It wasn’t Conner’s hard abs, it wasn’t his meaty pecs either. It wasn’t even that winning smile of his. Conner’s entire body had flickered. Head to toe, his thick muscular form was flickering. With bits of static running here and there, a knee shifting sideways and a smile cut in half. He was unequivocally flickering.

“Are you all right?” Conner asked. He gave me the most dashing smile, which quickly flickered back and forth. The man’s entire complexion was being transformed into the uncanny valley, and all the while he just stood there. I could physically see the walls and windows behind him as his body shifted every which way. 

My head was racing. This had never happened before, but I knew what it meant. Flickering meant disappearing. Clothes gone and surely soon too would he. My new neighbor, my new friend, my Christmas gift. It was vanishing. 

“I’ve got to go,” I said. I stared deeply at his vanishing form before averting my eyes as I scurried off towards the door. This man may be the object of my lust, but I wouldn’t let that make him disappear. Maybe it would just stop of I left. Maybe. 

“Whoa, dude,” Conner said. Suddenly, he was in front of me, his enormous frame moved swiftly with grace. I jumped back as the flickering man blocked my path. All the while, he kept up his innocent smile. “You can stay, dude. It’s Christmas Eve! What else is there to do?”

“Guy! Conner! Whatever your real name is!” I said exasperated. I put my hands in the air, desperate to leave, to stop what I knew would happen. 

“Your TV!” he said pointing behind me. “The drinks, the—”

“I have to go I…I forgot something,” I said. I tried to step around him but he stepped in my way again. Or maybe he didn’t, it was hard to tell with the static. Even through it, I could see the ginger remains of a worried smile. 

“It’s—” Conner said, but was cut off. Not be me or by anything else, but by the static rending him every which way. His immense frame was torn in all directions. It was horrifying, unlike anything that had happened before. The static was violent and powerful, and there was suddenly an enormous flash of light. I closed my eyes, blinded unable to see anything. 

“It’s all right,” Conner said. I opened my eyes and blinked slowly. Eventually, when my vision returned, I saw Conner, standing in front of me. He was naked and smiling, same as he’d been before. My mouth was agape. 

“You’re all right,” I said. 

“Sure, I’m all right!” he laughed. “I’m always all right.”

“Are you… changed?” I asked. The man had basically exploded, this question was not out of order. Conner seemed confused at the question, though he continued smiling. No longer did he look worried, he now looked happy again. 

“No, I don’t think so!” Conner said. “Same as before, just trying to make you feel better. Don’t want to make you feel like you gotta leave.”

“You sure?” I asked. Something must have happened. Whenever something staticked, it disappeared. Gone from existence. Nada no more. Something must have vanished. Maybe he was missing a kidney, or his stomach. A vital organ or previous grey matter. 

“Look dude, I just want to make you comfortable,” Conner said. His big hand gestured at himself before reaching out towards me. “Help me help you make this more comfortable. Ask me to do something.”

“Ask?” I said. He nodded, almost aggressively so. His constant smile seemed even more energetic at the offer. 

Why had he gone fuzzy? Why had there been static but no disappearance? My monkey brain knew a pattern, and it was saying to me that something should be gone. I was hoping it was his appendix, maybe his gallbladder. Surely if it was a vital function he’d have collapsed. 

Conner was still there. Smiling and standing before me. Proud and tall just as always. 

A dark thought crossed my mind. A lustful, dark thought. Of all the thousands of men who had changed in my presence, none had been like Conner here. None had been so handsome, so powerful, so dashing, so gentlemanly. None had true mountains of muscle, none had an actual boa constrictor dangling between their legs. 

I couldn’t. No, I couldn’t. 

Something had to have disappeared. Phrasing is everything. “Ask” me to do something? He couldn’t. No, he wasn’t really. 

“Suck my dick,” I shouted before I could stop myself. My heart had been racing so fast, pumping blood straight to my cock and driving me up a wall. Conner’s muscular physique had been a lot, but his whole demeanor had thrown me overboard. I couldn’t help myself. My brain had demanded a more thorough investigation, but it was overruled. I wanted to punch myself, to scream out in stupidity. I opened my mouth to apologize-

“Sure thing!” Conner said, his smile unflinching. In a moment he’d dropped to all fours even still he had to down in order to meet me at waist level. 

“Wha—?” I said, stiffening slightly as Conner effortlessly pantsed me. His mouth wrapped itself around my cock so quickly I hardly had a chance to glimpse it fall out of my jeans. His muscular hands gripped my now bare legs tightly for support as he went to town on my cock. 

“Ooooooh,” I moaned. You would think that Conner was a professional, but this was more than that. It seemed like this was his singular desire, to suck my dick. Conner was so strong, with each motion he pulled me forward, each undulation he gripped me tighter. 

I came nearly immediately, my cock spewing cum into my new neighbors mouth. I wanted to fall over, to release all tension in my body and maybe even die a happy man. But Conner’s strong arms kept my legs upright. It didn’t help that Conner didn’t stop sucking. He just kept going. 

“You can stop now,” I managed. Instantly, Conner pulled himself off of me. He stood up and smiled at me. 

“Better?” he asked. Conner was smiling, and there was not a hint of confusion or distress. Unlike myself, who was still heaving and heavily aroused, the man before me was flaccid, his dick still only 12 inches. I looked him up and down and it hit me. 

“Everything’s been stripped away,” I muttered. His clothes, his inhibitions. Maybe even his own personal wants and desires. This was truly a naked man. As naked as a man could get. He wanted to be helpful, welcoming. He wanted nothing more than to do something, to be something for someone else. He’d do anything to do that, he had no more shame. 

“Fuck,” I said softly as I realized the weight of my situation. Was this right? What the hell was I going to do? Behind me, the screen suddenly whirred to life, connecting to the TV across the hall. 

“Oh Romeo. Romeo!” cried the main actress, presumably Juliet. She was on her balcony, pining off into the distance. “Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“Why did it have to be you,” I muttered to myself. I glanced over at the expectant nude man behind me. Wherefore art thou Conner?

“Why don’t we just play cards?” I said eventually. I didn’t want to ruin this night immediately, not that Conner would probably care much. Maybe this was only for myself, but I needed to calm down. 

“Sure thing!” Conner said enthusiastically. The two of us made our way to the cards, snacks, and beer where we sat down cross legged on the floor. My pants and briefs lay across the room, and my dick was still sticky from the cum that Conner had swallowed. 

“Refuse thy name…” Juliet continued. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to the normal hallmark movies, lowering the volume as well so as to be less distracting. 

Conner was so tall that even in his seated position he towered over me. His dick was soft, but was long enough that it rested on one of his muscular thighs. He grabbed some of the snacks that had been laid out and munched idly on them. 

“What do you want to play?” he asked with a grin. He did not seem to care that I was only wearing a shirt at this point, nor that he had just sucked me off. 

“I dunno,” I replied, trying to act normal. “Any preference?”

“Whatever you want to do!” he said enthusiastically. Of course. The man had no opinions, no strong feelings. He was naked, opinions were to be clothed upon him. 

“Let’s start with BS,” I said. I grabbed the deck and quickly began shuffling the cards. BS, of course, is impossible to play with two players. I knew that and I just wanted to test the waters. Conner had no objections and dutifully took the unshuffled half of the deck I gave him. 

“This is always a fun game,” he said as he organized his hand. 

“Yeah, fun to play at the senior citizens home,” I said sarcastically. “It’s fun to win is what it is.”

“If you say so,” Conner replied. 

As the game progressed, Conner was only placing one card down at a time, and it became increasingly obvious he was lying. Even when he should have had the card, he still only ever placed one card down at a time. 

“BS,” I eventually said. Conner laughed and grabbed the entire pile. His heavy chest shuddered with his deep voice. I stared him up and down again, his thick chest heaving up and down. His naked abs laughing heartily. And of course, the chiseled damn fine face that had just sucked me off. 

“Guilty!” he said. I laughed as well, somewhat overwhelmed by his infectious charm. You could almost believe it was real. Ten minutes ago he’d been attached to my dick. An hour ago we had only just met. 

Looking at my hand, it was clear I had none of the next number. I needed to see if it was real, to test if the man before me really was, well…just ‘was’ in every meaning of the word. 

“Seven 8’s,” I said. I set down most of my hand, many more cards than seven and not a single 8. Conner said nothing, instead sorting his deck and smiling. 

“Are you going to call me out at all?” I asked. 

“Do you want me to?” Conner asked smiling. The man never stopped smiling. “Do you want me to win?”

“What cards do you have?” I asked. 

“One 3, two 4’s, two 7’s, an 8…” Conner continued. I shook my head. This would be impossible. As would any card game. The man had no desire to win. I realized that I had basically told him to let me win. 

As Conner continued, I was a little dumbfounded with my options. I had before me the man of my dreams, naked as all hot men should be. He would do anything I asked of him but had no real substance to him. My dick was rock hard while his remained flaccid and unattended. 

“Do you like me?” I asked impulsively. I might as well see how naked he was. Conner looked up from his hands and smiled. 

“Sure dude!” he replied. “You’re great!”

“No,” I said firmly. “Do you like, like me?”

“Are we talking secondary school shit ‘like like’ here?” Conner asked. He laughed and even slapped his knee, narrowly missing his dick. “No not like that. I’m straight dude.”

“Right,” I said nodding my head. Made sense. What straight man wouldn’t suck their friend’s dick? What straight man would walk around naked all the time? In the end it just meant that he wasn’t naked enough to go the extra mile. It wasn’t ‘was.’

I stared at the smiling man before me, lust mixing with want. This man was completely genuine. After all, his inhibitions had been torn away. He had no need to lie to me. I could continue doing what I was doing and he would almost assuredly continue to do it. It just wouldn’t be genuine then. It would be a man being told when to start and stop sucking, and that wouldn’t do. 

It was then that I noticed. A small flicker, tame really. It was only a blip. There, it happened again. And again. Soon his entire body was shimmering and staticking. 

The release wasn’t as violent before, or was the buildup so intense. Perhaps whatever was being erased wasn’t as central as “inhibitions” and “personal wants.” Who’s to say really? Conner’s body merely glowed for a second before returning to its normal self. Well, as normal as it could with Conner. 

“Feeling all right?” I asked him. I was curious of course. Clothes are visible and easy to see disappear; these new changes are not. 

“Oh? Me? Uh…yes,” Conner said. He gave me a nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless. It was uncharacteristic of the man who had so confidently stripped down before. 

Conner’s eyes met mine, and there was a silent moment between the two of us. Then I saw it, his cheeks reddened. The man blushed, and his eyes looked off to the side. 

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath. “Conner, are you straight?”

“Uh…yeah, obviously,” he said. Conner was full of shit. His eyes darted every which way, avoiding even looking at me. Somehow, he’d become even more naked. 

My eyes wandered down from his meaty pecs, tracing his rock hard abs until I finally laid eyes on his cock. It was hardening and throbbing. The already foot long stick was stretching out and up as it slowly vibrated. Conner sat there nervously fiddling with his deck of cards though any further games were going to be put to rest. 

The naked man needed someone to clothe him. 

“Conner,” I said. He stared at his neighbor, and his neighbor stared back. “Would you like to do something?”

Conner smiled. His perfect, white teeth seemed even brighter. “Of course, what would you like me to do? Anything for you.”

“Strip me down, what’s left anyways,” I said. It was a simple ask, something I knew now he’d do. Not just do, but participate in. He would love it too now.

“Sure thing!” Conner said with his trademark smile. His body was everything I had ever wanted. Seven feet tall, broad shoulders stretching across his chest like they were made of granite, and rippling abs that could cut through steel. Even his legs looked like they belonged on a statue of some ancient Greek god or hero. David could no longer be a point of comparison. 

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine as he tilted his head slightly. His nervous smile had changed now, it was more confident. The way he moved was so graceful despite his size; it was almost mesmerizing. And then, without any hesitation, he shucked my shirt. It only took a moment, he didn’t waste time. There we stood, the two of us now naked and revealed. 

“You look amazing, Conner,” he whispered. I reddened, something I hadn’t done in years. I realized it had been quite a while since he’d said my name. We hadn’t acknowledged the whole name sharing joke for some time.

“I thought you were Conner?” I said coyly, and my neighbor gave a nervous laugh. 

We stood in silence again. Conner took a moment to appreciate me. His fingers traced lightly along my curves before settling on my most sensitive areas. My breath quickened, I felt like I might actually hyperventilate.

“You don’t mind?” Conner asked with a smile. I shook my head, I would love nothing more.

With that warning, Conner leaned down and kissed me softly. It wasn’t intense or forceful, just gentle and sweet. It sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his smile spread infectiously back to me. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled.

“I want you, dude. I want to help, to do whatever you need.” He said it matter-of-factly, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to say. The man who had been straight not ten minutes ago was now mine. I could have him do anything I asked.

“Fuck me,” I said. Two words were all I needed, but a few more could make a point. “Right here, right now.”

Conner didn’t hesitate except to give me a smile. Then he stepped forward, pulling me against him as if I were made of paper. I could feel myself resting against his godly muscles, his enormous cock slammed into my own. It was amazing. I felt like my body had been put through a meat grinder, but in the best way possible. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, every part of me tingled with anticipation. Conner’s hands were everywhere at once; they roamed over my back and sides before settling on my hips. In an instant I was spun around and that hard cock of his was up my ass. He held me there as he began to thrust into me, each movement deeper than the last.

“Oh god,” I moaned. It wasn’t aggressive. My voice was strained as if it were lost. My own cock had grown completely, and pre cum was spilling out of it. Conner reached down, grabbing onto it and stroking quickly. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear.

“I will do anything for you,” he whispered. I could feel his smile as he spoke into my ear. “I think it’s all I’ve ever wanted. I think you want that too.”

“Then keep going,” I said. With that, Conner started pounding into me harder, faster. His fingers slipped up and down my cock even faster. A wave of pleasure crashed over me, making me moan in ecstasy. My legs began to shake as I withheld my load.

“Don’t cum,” I said to him. I knew we could hold on. “Not yet.”

“If that’s what you want,” Conner whispered as he thrust into me.

“Do it when I say,” I whispered. I turned my head towards the man I had come to know. Conner nodded, his eyes locked on mine. We stared at each other intensely. There was something so raw about this moment; it felt like we were both trying to communicate without saying a word.

“Almost,” I said. Conner didn’t hesitate, he quickened his pace. Every muscle in his body tensed as he pushed himself further and further inside of me.

“Fuck!” Conner cried out. His voice echoed through the small apartment, filling the room with urgency. It was a sound I hadn’t heard from him or anyone before, one that sent chills down my spine.

I couldn’t help but gasp. The sensation of being fucked by such a magnificent creature was overwhelming. Each stroke pulled me closer to the edge, my body tensing up as if it were going to snap.

Conner must have been close too because he suddenly grabbed onto my hips tightly, pulling us together even more. “Whatever you want,” he shouted. He started pounding into me harder than ever before. It took all I had not to fall over. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, ready to explode. My own climax was just moments away.

“Now!” I screamed. I had regained my voice and it was stronger than it had ever been. Conner let out a cry and shuddered violently. His fingers slid along the length of my cock, guiding it towards its destination. I felt the orgasm rush over me like a tidal wave. A moment later, he came hard, spilling his load up my ass.

We both gasped, collapsing onto the ground in a tangle of limbs. We were practically hyperventilating. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My entire body was shaking from the sheer intensity of it all. 

“Wow,” Conner whispered, looking up at me with a dazed expression on his face. No longer did I need to command him to stop, he understood now. Even still, he was smiling. “That was... incredible.”

I nodded in agreement, unable to find words for how amazing that experience had been. As I stated into the man’s eyes it was like he was fully dressed once more. I was so used to things leaving that I’d never thought I could fill in holes somewhere else. 

“Here,” I said between heaves. “Come rest on my lap.”

Conner didn’t hesitate. He crawled over to me, curling up on my lap like a cat. His head rested between my legs and his massive body sprawled out haphazardly. I sat up, leaning over his massive body as I slowly caressed his form. 

“I want you to stay with me,” I said. “Forever.”

Conner looked up at me, eyes shining, grinning ear to ear. For a split second, his entire body blinked. I could see the static only for a moment, like whatever was disappearing had only been hanging on by a thread.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I can do that.”

And there I sat, expecting it all to end. Conner was a Christmas Miracle lying in my lap. His muscles were bulging and relaxed at the same time. I could feel his heart beating against my thigh, slowing down as he calmed himself. His pecs rose and fell with each breath, and his arms draped over my legs. 

“Tell me your real name,” I asked. I needed to know who my Christmas Gift was from. But for the first time tonight, Conner frowned. 

“My real name?” he asked. His brow furrowed and he scrunched his face. I looked down at him and he at me. For the briefest moment, his entire body shimmered with static once again. He flashed for a single second, and then returned. “I don’t have a name.”

“Don’t tell me that’s been stripped away too!” I said incredulously. This man was going to be a handful. “I can’t keep calling you Conner!”

“Why not?” Conner said. He traced one of his enormous hands across my chest. I shuddered a bit at the stimulation, by dick twitching limply from over exertion. 

“Because my name’s Conner and you were just having me call you it to be funny,” I replied. Conner laughed and leaned back down into my lap once more. 

“Well, I’d like to be called Conner,” Conner said. “I don’t know if I can remember being called anything else.”

He turned his head upwards. His eyes locked into mine, and I could see deep into his soul. It was like I was seeing double in his eyes, the reflection of the old Conner and the deep longing of the new one. He smiled at me and my heart fluttered into my throat. 

“Why don’t we both be Conner?” he suggested. “It’s such a good name after all. We can share it.”

I nodded as the two of us smiled. I rubbed my hands delicately through his hair. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. Conner looked up at me again, confusion in his eyes.

“For what?” he asked. I smiled back down at him. It was my turn to smile. 

“For everything.” was all I needed. Everything had been laid bare, naked even. There wasn’t a need for anything else. 

Conner nodded, then rested his head against my lap once more. Our breathing synced and slowed. I would trace a muscle and he would return the favor. We stayed like that for some time, just enjoying each other’s company as the sun set on our snowy Christmas Eve.

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