Undercover as a university student inside a thriving, all-gay digital community, Torin starts experiencing unexplained, universe-wide glitches that progressively and seamlessly change Torin and everyone around him.
Kristof had a number of favorite hangouts, but the steamiest of these, and the venue for that night’s festivities, was a huge converted hangar near campus called Waldo Fine. Waldo’s boasted a state-of-the-art sound and video system; the hottest staff all decked out (from the waist down) in bright secondary colors; vastly high, color-dappled ceilings that made the space seem like a pocket dimension; and a dance floor bigger than the school’s championship soccer field and the stadium around it, always packed with a shifting mass of writhing, happy, good-looking men.
They checked their shirts at the door, Torin surrendering his soft black tee with bemusement to the winking attendant. They’d started the shirt check as a joke on the first April Fool’s Day after Torin had arrived, but the resulting ocean of buff, beautiful seminudity, combined with the added practical benefit of not having to worry about keeping track of them for the guys who hauled their tops off anyway, made the policy so popular with the club’s patronage that they’d made the shirt check permanent. A lot of guys had started coming to Waldo’s with their shirts left behind at home, an easy enough decision in Mountain View’s year-round temperate clime, though to Torin there was something about giving up your shirt on entry that appealed to him. It created a deliberate transition that made the space within more of an indulgence—a secret sanctum of male hotness and uninhibited carnality that was at a useful and necessary remove from the ordinary, mundane world.
Torin watched as Kristof, bringing up the rear of their little group, handed his Lovers All Tour tee over with an indifferent shrug and paid the cover for them, then they all headed into the shifting lights and pounding noise of the club.
Shirtless men of all colors and descriptions ebbed and flowed around them. They came to the edge of the dance floor, and Torin glanced up at Yun, who was beaming. Where Kristof was the type of fun-loving guy to be at his most comfortable and at home in a party atmosphere like this, dialing down to his core level of ease and relaxation, Yun was a stimulation junkie and enjoyed being surrounded by energy and people so much he tended to ration out his own exposure to it, afraid of wanting it too much. Fortunately, performing in concert, or taking part in the creation of vigorous music in any context, was as intense a rush for him as going out dancing or cheering on the home team at a soccer match. Torin truly enjoyed seeing him happy. “Ready to have some fun, big guy?” he asked.
Yun gave him a goony grin, at the same time looking slightly abashed. He might be nearly a foot taller than his three friends, but he always seemed surprised when it came up. Which, of course, only made Torin want to tease him mercilessly about it.
Yun was already moving his shoulders to the thump of whatever song was playing, and instead of answering he just grabbed Torin’s forearm and pulled him into the throng, Kristof and Brick following.
Torin soon found himself in a sea of men, all gyrating to loud, vibrant, enchanting melodic dance music that seemed to be emanating from somewhere deep inside him and everyone else on the floor. Sweat-damp torsos slid against his. His friends were nearby—through a parting of the crowd he spotted Brick sliding his hands over a muscled twink’s bare shoulders, causing the ecstatic purple-haired boy-hunk to eagerly reciprocate, with another recruit, this one just as buff but more compact with more conventional black hair in a half-buzz, behind Brick with a huge grin and an almost dazed expression of sexual arousal. But they seldom stayed together when they were clubbing. They’d agreed early on not to complicate things by fucking each other, and anyway their tastes were fairly different. Though he was incredibly turned on by Brick, just as they all were, Torin’s usual type was someone thicker and a bit hairier than he was; Brick went for guys as close to his own hairless, sculpted hotness as himself (Torin speculated that Brick’s ultimate type was probably Brick himself); Kristof seemed to like several different kinds of guys, with no preference as far as Torin could tell; and Yun liked, well, tall, dark-haired, olive-skinned, stubbly hunks with impressive asses. On five previous nights out Torin had caught sight of Yun dancing or flirting with guys who could have been Torin’s brother, or even his clone. How aware of this Yun was Torin still had no idea.
A hand slid sensually along Torin’s flank, and he smiled at the burly, hairy-chested and extremely handsome stud in front of him. No—make that extremely handsome studs. Torin had been slowly noticing that, in contrast to the coupling he was used to on dance floors, tonight everyone seemed to be writhing in clusters of three. Brick usually pulled two at a time, but tonight… He looked around him. Everyone, and it truly was everyone, was moving to the music in groups of three. Some were face to face (to face), while others had two guys sandwiching a third, usually the best-looking or most attractive of the trio.
Torin looked back at his own conquests. He was closer now to the thick-muscled, furry, blue-eyed and goateed stunner with the questing hand, and as the masses shifted around them Torin found himself closer still, the hand sliding easily onto Torin’s left butt-cheek. Meanwhile the other man—even thicker and darker than the first guy, though with his short hair dyed bleach-blond for some reason—was now right behind Torin, his hands on Torin’s hips. Now he was the one being sandwiched, Torin thought. Did that make him the hottie? He found the idea difficult to accept. They were both more impressively swole than he was, after all, with perfectly proportioned bodies full of corded muscle Torin couldn’t wait to get his hands on.
They danced on, barely noticing the hundreds of sexy, libidinous men around them. The bleached blond behind him gyrated closer, bringing his erections in contact with the creases of Torin’s ass as though the two layers of denim between them might melt away at any moment. At the same time his protruding pecs brushed against Torin’s shoulder blades. Blue-eyes in front of him moved closer too, so that his fat hard-ons were suddenly pressed firmly against Torin’s own, his hand sliding up on to Torin’s lower back as the three of them danced as one. He could taste the other man’s breath—cinnamon and whisky. Their eyes met, and Torin could see the hunger.
Blue-eyes glanced behind Torin, making eye-contact briefly with the bleach-blond stud grinding his cocks gently against Torin’s ass. The music shifted suddenly, becoming faster and more intense.
Blue-eyes brought his lips to Torin’s ear. “D’you want to go out back with us?” he asked, his query just audible over the frenetic soundtrack.
“Out back” meant the much darker and quieter secondary space in the rear of the building behind the main club where make-outs and blow-jobs (but nothing more serious than that, per the house rules) were a nightly occurrence. And then, in that moment, Torin suddenly understood. He’d been thinking tentatively that the tripling-up thing was somehow related to everyone having three legs now. But, of course—it was that everyone had two dicks to suck off now instead of one. If he went “out back” with his two studs, they’d kneel down together in front of him and give him a double-blow job, just like the scores of double blow-jobs that were probably happening back there right now at this very moment.
Suddenly, and without any warning, Torin was close. His cocks twitched and jumped against the hard-ons being pressed against them, and blue-eyes instinctively pulled the three of them closer, still shifting to the music as Torin fought off a colossal orgasm.
That’s when it happened.
Something in the air seemed to snap almost imperceptibly, but Torin felt it, even in the midst of this welter of overstimulation—and then, all at once, instead of big, thick boners barely contained by their pants, Torin and everyone else abruptly had enormous, steel-hard wangs no pants could possibly contain. Torin’s own healthy pricks went from nine inches hard and two fingers thick, a size that, positioned straight up, had had them almost poking over the waistband, to (he measured later) fifteen fucking inches each and wrist-thick, jutting indomitably up out of his pants and drooling copiously all over his hard-carved, fuzzy eight-pack. Not only that, but his two newly gargantuan erections were pressing skin to skin and head to precum-slick head against a pair of enormous iron-hard cocks even wider than Torin’s—while, at the same time, two equally monumental raging hard cocks rocked against the cracks of Torin’s ass through his tight, butt-hugging jeans, the heads sliding urgently against Torin’s bare lower back.
Torin stared at his blue-eyed, hairy muscle-hunk with wide eyes. The other guy grinned, instantly understanding, and dove in for a kiss as the three men hugged each other tight, right there in the middle of the dance floor. Torin started cumming uncontrollably, shooting arcs of hot spunk onto his and his partner’s abs and chest as Torin gasped into the kiss, and suddenly the other two were cumming too, the three of them sharing a massive public orgasm to the thrum of the dance music and amidst the heat of a thousand impossibly beautiful men. The sensation of fresh, hot jizz painting his back and his front made Torin try to cum even harder, as the music seemed to shift again into something solid and steady. The three of them kept on holding each other tight as their climaxes peaked and ebbed, and though a few dancers around them laughed and clapped no one seemed to care too much.
Torin regained his breath enough to give blue-eyes another kiss. The nameless man grinned at him, then spoke into his ear again. “I should have seen you were too far gone to make it to the back,” he said. The bleached blond chucked as he kissed Torin’s neck.
“Sorry,” Torin mouthed, when blue-eyes pulled back. He just smiled and winked, then nodded his head toward the back, renewing the invitation, his brows arched in question. Torin leaned in and said into the other man’s ear, “Maybe next time?”
When he pulled back, the other man nodded, and the three of them danced and made out for a while. Torin, however, realized he was parched, and with a few final kisses for both of his guys he took his leave and headed for the bar. On the long journey across the vast, crowded club he tried very hard not to be self-conscious about his bare, sweaty, muscular torso being covered in smelly spunk, or the two impossible-to-ignore erections thrusting tall and huge out of his jeans and pushing the waistband out from his tight waist; but everyone else had the same exposed erections, and Torin even spotted a few guys here and there painted with streaks of damp or drying cum, as if the occasional inability to contain your orgasms was a natural by-product of being huge-cocked, achingly hard, and surrounded by countless, sweaty, dancing twinks, bears, and muscle-hunks.
He got to the bar and, after wading through the ranks of people, he caught the attention of the bartender—a blond, sweet-smiling Adonis-A, as it turned out, with a physique slightly more developed than Brick’s and two enormous uncut cocks that seemed to be straining to reach the guy’s impressively ponderous pecs emerging from vivid purple, snug-fitting pants. Seeing this guy without warning gave Torin a fresh twinge of violent arousal even through his post-orgasmic haze, and his pricks would have immediately stiffened up again, if they hadn’t been rock-hard already.
The bartender grinned and nodded down at Torin’s tall, fat, unrelenting cocks. “Nice ones!” he said.
Torin stared at him for a second. “Uh—thanks!” he said. “Yours too!” The sound of the music was field-dampened enough here there it was just background noise, so there was no need to shout his awkward reply, which Torin appreciated.
The bartender wiggled his eyebrows in acknowledgement. “What can I get you?”
“Bottle of cold water?” Torin said.
The bartender nodded. “Be right back with that. Damp towels at the end of the bar,” he added, pointing with his chin before turning his broad back to Torin and heading down the bar in the other direction.
The way he said it made it seem like it was a rote reminder to all his customers, but Torin didn’t quite get it. Momentarily mystified, he moved in the direction indicated. At the end of the long, busy bar he found, sure enough, a row of dispense-boxes that gave out warm, slightly damp towels about a half-meter square. Next to them was a deep, narrow bin, currently about half-full, to toss the used towels in. The contents smelled like a heady mix of spunk mixed with sweat.
“Huh,” Torin said. He took one and started wiping down his chest and abs, wishing one of his buddies was around to get his back. As he worked, a lanky, red-faced guy with damp, strawberry blond hair and a big grin came up and started doing the same. Torin tried not to stare—though they were not even half as thick as Torin’s, the guy’s cocks were easily the longest he’d seen yet, topping out halfway up his long, almost ten-pack abs.
“These guys, they just won’t stop,” he said conversationally. “Hey, can you get my back? I’ll do yours too,” he added.
Torin agreed wordlessly, and soon they were all cleaned up. Tossing their towels in the bin, Torin turned found his water waiting for him on the bar, the Adonis-A bartender tossing him another wink as he moved off. He took a swig and watched as the lanky guy with the long cocks grab two more towels from the dispense-box and drape them over his hard-ons. “They’re so leaky anyway,” he explained happily. “I might as well try it this way!” Then he was gone, before Torin could even wish him good luck.
Torin intended to sit the rest of the night out, feeling a little overwhelmed by the changes, but he ran into a pair of platinum-blond Adonis-B brothers at the bar, almost alike enough to be twins (supposedly, lookalike brothers and twins were both very common among Adonis Bs, who weren’t quite as instantly arousing as the Adonis-As but instead tended to cause an intense and hard-to-ignore need to kiss them). The two of them dragged him back to the dance floor with them; this time Torin managed to hold off cumming for almost 20 minutes of serious sandwiching and rhythmic kissing, and the next time nearly fifteen. The two laughingly helped wipe him down afterwards, though Torin unexpectedly came again watching them clean each other, spitting huge quantities of cum he shouldn’t have had all over his chest and belly for the fourth time that night. The brothers laughed and handed him a new towel before disappearing into the crowd, and Torin shook his head and started scrubbing cum out of his chest hair all over again.
Just as he was finishing, Kristof found him. Torin glanced down his muscular torso to see if Kristof was packing big guns like the rest of them. Sure enough, Kristof’s rigid, uncut cocks were standing tall out of his baggy trousers, both listing to the left and, while not as long as Torin’s raging boners, they were even thicker than his were.
“I thought I’d find you with the cum-rags,” Kristof said cheerily. “How many times did you nut yourself on the floor tonight?”
Torin grimaced and tossed the towel in the bin. “Three,” he said. Kristof seemed to sense he was holding something back, though, and Torin decided the last one probably counted too. “Or four,” he amended.
Kristof laughed. “Man, you never make it to the back,” he said. “Me, I got a good, for real blow-job from these two muscle-nerds, it was so hot—”
“Hey guys!” Yun said, appearing out of the crowd next to them. Torin gaped at him. He was so taken aback by Yun’s long, monster hard-ons, which were so big they stretched way they hell up Yun’s extra-long, deliciously defined torso and actually topped out almost exactly at Yun’s pert, erect nipples (!), that he barely registered how the two guys he had his arms around looked pretty much exactly like Torin—and did look exactly like each other. “I’ll be ready to go soon, okay?” Yun promised. Then he turned and they melted into the throng again, clearly headed in the direction of “out back”.
Kristof moved up next to Torin, like him staring at the spot where Yun had disappeared, and carded a hand through his long hair. “Dude, when is he going to figure out it’s you he wants?” he asked.
Torin was starting to wonder that as well. “Yeah,” he joked, “but there’s only one of me.”
Kristof snickered, elbowing him. “I didn’t mean for blowjobs, dude,” he taunted. “I think he’s in luuuurrrve.”
Torin snorted and shoved his friend back with his shoulder. “Shut up, or I’ll cum all over you,” he said.
Kristof scoffed. “Like you’ve never done that before,” he said with a grin.
Before Torin could get him to elaborate, Brick appeared, flanked by the same fresh-faced, eager twunks Torin had spotted him with at the start of the evening, their gently curved cocks looking short and hefty compared to Brick’s perfect, succulent, red-tinged whoppers, though Torin guessed the twunks were both sporting at least footlongs. Torin wasn’t surprised they were the same pair he’d seen before: Brick tended to stick with the same guys when he went out, and often brought them home, mostly because his intense arousal tended to fixate on one guy—or guys—at a time. Also, like most Adonis-As his libido was so high he need to cum six or seven times a night before he hit his true, ultra-euphoric climax, an orgasm-bomb so concentrated and so potent that it tended to trigger simultaneous instant orgasms in anyone within twenty meters of its detonation, as Torin knew all too well from repeated experience.
“You guys about ready?” Brick asked, his bright mango eyes faintly phosphorescent in the dim, swirling atmosphere of the club.
“Just waiting on Yun,” Kristof said with a leer, indicating the back area with his scruffy chin.
“Good, we def want to grab a bite before we head back,” Brick replied. The twunks, whether previously consulted on this point or not, nodded vigorously. Brick tended to work up an appetite on the dance floor, Torin knew. Though he was fairly ravenous at the moment himself, come to think of it, and he could practically hear Kristof’s bottomless stomach growling.
“I could totally go for double beef-burgers and crispy fries at Toledo’s,” Kristof agreed.
“Sounds like a plan,” Torin said.
They chatted a while, Brick’s twunk recruits hanging back politely and occasionally exchanging excited glances, until Yun suddenly appeared again. He was looking fresh-faced and slightly embarrassed, his towering boners just as hard and immense as they had been before, if a little redder. He was alone, much to Torin’s relief—there was no sign of his surrogate-clones.
The six of them headed out together in a tight friend-formation, joining a few other similarly happy-looking groups of half-naked, double-monster-boned guys leaving around the same time. As they passed through the main vestibule and out toward the mild night air of the parking lot, Torin realized something and stopped. “Hold up, guys,” he said, and at his words they all halted and gathered close around him. “Aren’t we going to collect our shirts from the shirt check?” Torin asked.
They all gave him confused, what-are-you-talking-about looks. “Dude,” Kristof asked him, his brow furrowed, “what’s a ‘shirt’?”
Torin sat in a booth at Toledo’s surrounded by his suitemates plus two, unable to stop thinking about his heavy-as-fuck, too-large erections and the way their fat heads were periodically seeping pearls of clear precum onto the top ranks of his rippling, hairy eight-pack. At least the backs of the booths reclined slightly—apparently that was the norm now—so that Torin and other guys with straight-up-and-down, ruler-busting cocks weren’t actively stabbing themselves with their damp, steel-hard pricks… which was at least some consolation. But Torin was feeling like they’d brought the randy, sensual, cock-and-cum atmosphere of the club out into the normal world with them, and he was feeling a little unsettled about this new, exposed-boner world and the unexpected ramifications and ripples he had yet to encounter.
Food sounded like a good distraction, and Torin kept an eye out for Ben, their half-naked, long-legged farm-boy server with the extra-wide, bent-half-way cocks, who should be bringing their overloaded plates of goodness out any minute. (Torin knew he was called “Ben” because his name had been markered onto his left pec in small block letters, more or less where a nametag would have been pinned to his uniform shirt a couple hours before. There was a little mole there that made it look like his name was supposed to be “Ben.”, period included.)
The diner was bustling with guys, a lot of them fresh from clubbing. Booths and tables were ringed with them, more groups passed in and out. They were different colors and heights, different physiques and dispositions, but to a man they were all shirtless, good-looking, and possessed of two monster erections that, whatever their shape—fat, thin, straight, bent, surfboard or torpedo—their pants could not possibly begin to hide them. Why did they still even wear pants? Torin mused, looking around the large, boisterous space. Was it just fashion, or was there still a perceived need to hide or contain the enlarged pairs of lemon-sized balls everyone seemed to have now on both sides as part of the monster-cock upgrade? Maybe the pants were next, he thought. His eyes caught on a fit, dusky-skinned lad with a dreadlock fade near the next booth. He’d paused in the act of leaving to make out with his taller, well-muscled blond companion, who was brazenly stroking the lad’s impressive, exposed cocks as they kissed.
Fuck, that might not even need a glitch, Torin thought. At this rate it’ll probably happen in a day or two just by mutual consent.
Kristof, on Torin’s left, followed his gaze and tsked. “No shame,” he said, shaking his head, before reaching over and giving Torin’s nearest boner a long stroke—right in front of their server, Ben, who was just then setting a towering pile of food directly in front of Kristof.
Torin gasped. “Hey!” he objected. “Are you trying to get me to blow a load all over your burger?” He was only half joking. Despite having cum spectacularly a total of four times in the club, Torin still felt like he was in a state of constantly simmering near-orgasm. It wouldn’t take much to set him off again, as Kristof, with his rounded, naturally large pecs and slabs of thick, hard cock, seemed to know all too well. On his other side, Yun watched Kristof’s antics with silent intensity. His cocks were chest-high now that he was sitting, nearly up to his elegant collarbones, and at the sight of Kristof’s cheeky grope they’d both spit thick arcs of precum in jerky approval. Yun’s long arm was behind him along the canted back of the booth, and Torin fancied he felt it twitch as well, as if it were considering a unilateral move down onto Torin’s muscular shoulders regardless of what Yun felt about it.
Brick was currently engaged in a three-way make-out with the twunks, Kev (he with the rhubarb-purple hair) and Rob (the compacter one with the half-buzz), one of whom (Kev) was on his lap; so they, at least, didn’t notice Kristof’s little grope. The bashful server finished laying out their food and disappeared, his cheeks perceptibly reddened.
“I do like the taste,” Kristof replied with a salacious smirk, before turning to his rugby-ball-sized burger and giving it his full attention. Torin watched him a moment, amused and bemused. Goading Torin seemed to be Kristof’s new favorite thing, and he just couldn’t tell if this behavior had been unleashed retroactively as a part of everyone getting giant exposed cocks, or if it had been building up as part of their increasingly playful relationship. Maybe both, Torin decided. He bent forward and hefted his own Toledoburger (with swiss, bacon, and barbecue), ignoring how Yun was still watching him, his cocks spurting occasionally onto his chest and shoulders, or the way Brick and his cute, muscley partners for the night were integrating the landmark restaurant’s famous crispy fries into their mutual mouthplay.
From the next booth Torin heard the unmistakable grunts of the dusky lad cumming as his larger companion kissed him and stroked him off. Everyone around them seemed to be pretending nothing was happening, Torin included, though the stimulus seemed to reverberate through at least his booth, and possibly through their whole corner of the restaurant. Brick and the twunks picked up the pace of their food fun, while Kristof smiled in his burger and Yun was nervously swallowing his cajun chicken fingers more or less whole.
Torin sat back a little, focusing on his meal as the smell of cum wafted over them. Yun’s arm slid onto his shoulder almost automatically. Torin ignored that, too.
Mmm, he thought. Good burger.
They finished fairly quickly despite the overgenerous proportions and didn’t dawdle, teasing Brick about still having the night ahead of him, which only made Brick beam in response. As they got out of the booth Torin noticed Ben watching them from the wait station, the two fat, bent cocks he had emerging from his heavy black work trousers looking warm and slick with his own pre. His eye caught Kristof’s and his cheeks reddened again. He looked like he was about to turn away, but Kristof beckoned him over with a wide, friendly smile that few could resist. Ben headed toward them, seeming more bashful than ever, and a few of the other diners took seemed to sense something happening and looked up to watch as Ben joined their group.
Kristof, at 6’4” just a shade taller than the corn-fed youth, looked down at him with a wicked smile. “We just wanted to tell you you did a great job tonight,” he told him, “and see if maybe you wouldn’t mind an… extra tip?” He shifted his brows up and down at that, so there could be little chance of mistaking his meaning.
Ben stared into his eyes. “Okay,” he said. Without further preamble, Kristof moved in and planted a kiss on him, at the same time giving his bent, slippery cocks three long, slow strokes. Torin watched this with hot arousal filling up all his inner recesses. Fuck, he thought, maybe Kristof is some kind of third Adonis level they didn’t even know about. He sure gets away with everything…
Kristof stepped back and gestured for Torin to take his place. When Torin didn’t move at first, Kristof goaded, “C’mon, Tor, be fair. He did right by the whole table, right? The tip should come from all of us!”
Knowing Kristof was not going to let go of it, Torin sighed and moved in front of the hunky server, who seemed slightly dazed. Kristof must be one hell of a kisser, he thought. He pressed his lips against the other man’s and felt him immediately respond, opening for him and deepening the kiss even before Torin had his hand’s wrapped around Ben’s hefty cocks. They were stone-hard and almost completely immovable… not unlike Torin’s own had been all night. They kissed deeply for a long moment, the server’s hands sliding unexpectedly over Torin’s firm, round ass as Torin jerked him languidly and deliberately.
Finally Torin pulled himself away, realizing he was close to cumming again. He gave Kristof a look that said he would get his. Kristof just grinned, casually brushing his hair back as he watched the spectacle he’d created.
Yun kissed him next. His kiss was hungry and his strokes firm, though he seemed to realize after a moment that Ben wasn’t the right person to exorcise his sexual frustrations on and stepped back, smiling contritely at the man in a way Torin found adorable.
Kev and Rob kissed him together, each giving the cock in front of them a playful stroke. They seemed honored to be included, though they were suppressing giggles as they stepped back.
Then Brick stepped in front of the guy—a little reluctantly, Torin thought. By now most of the restaurant was watching, waiting to see what would come next.
Seeing Brick in front of him, Ben gave an involuntary grunt of increased arousal, his cocks jerking and seeming to get even harder and thicker-looking. Brick gave him a brilliant, reassuring smile—itself probably enough to make Torin cum were it directed at him, he thought—and bent to give him deep, slow kiss while simultaneously giving his rigid, bent monster cocks a long, strong-fisted stroke.
Ben, of course, lost it, as anyone would being ministered to in such a fashion by an Adonis-A. His cocks erupted with huge gouts of cum that, due to their almost L-shaped crook, sent his spunk not onto his own well-proportioned body, but instead splattering in long arcs all over Torin—he’d been so immersed in the shocking novelty of what was happening that he hadn’t realized he was standing in exactly the wrong place. Ben came a lot, grunting red-faced into Brick’s open-mouthed kiss as the Adonis-A continued stroking him firmly through his release, and Torin was quickly coated with more spunk than he’d gotten on himself the whole night in the course of his own four gargantuan orgasms.
It was probably a good thing in balance, he thought later. In that moment Torin was perilously close to the edge himself and might have been shoved into a huge climax at the sight of Brick making Ben cum with a stroke and a kiss; but having Ben cum bucket-loads all over him, and the resulting snickering from Kristof and even Yun, was ample distraction.
For a second everything seemed still and suspended, Torin aghast, Ben floating, Brick glad he’d made someone happy, Kristof snickering. Then the place started up again, and the restaurant filled with noise as people went back to whatever they were doing, leaving Torin and his group to their devices.
Still chuckling, Kristof turned to their table and picked up a few of the paper napkins that were stacked there—as if that would do anything. Muttering that he’d get a shower at home, Torin instead grabbed Kristof’s and Yun’s wrists and pulled them toward the door with a brusque “C’mon!”, the others falling in behind them. As they left together, Torin noticed another departing table tentatively giving their talk, lithe, and very hung waiter the same kind of “extra tip” Ben has just gotten. Ben, for his part, had emerged from his daze and started clearing up their table with a huge, dopey grin.
Outside they were all chuckling again, Torin included, exasperated though he was. “How do you always end up covered in spunk?” Brick said, shaking his head with a laugh as they headed across the lot to their cars. (Knowing Brick’s habits they’d gone out as usual with Brick driving his own car and the rest of them in Kristof’s comfy SUV.)
“He’s a spunk magnet,” Kristof suggested.
“No thanks,” Torin objected, not wanting other people jizzing on him to become a thing. “I’m sticking to cumming on myself from now on.”
Brick and Kristof laughed. They separated as they neared the cars, Kev and Rob following Brick to his sleek silver roadster while Yun and Torin went with Kristof. Torin tried teasing Kristof a little as they approached the SUV, testing to see where things lay between them. “That was a little crazy back there,” he said with a cautious smile.
Standing at the driver’s door, Kristof gave him a saucy up and down look. “Maybe I was just warming up for the big event,” he said with a smirk.
Torin glanced at Yun, who was standing close, watching them. Was Yun waiting for Kristof to breach the sexual taboo between the suitemates? Torin sighed deliberately and said, “Dude, we talked about this, right?” He hoped they still had, in this revised reality.
“I know,” Kristof said equably, though he moved closer as he said it. “It’s just—” And he give Torin a soft, tender kiss. There was no touching, no stroking, just the kiss; and it was so sweet, so gratifying, so unbearably pleasant that Torin almost—almost—came.
Kristof stepped back, brushing his hair back with his fingers as he gave Torin another top-to-bottom scope. When their gazes met again, Kristof’s hazel eyes were dancing, but there was more there beyond his usual playfulness that Torin wasn’t sure he understood. “It’s just,” Kristof repeated, “you happen to be slightly irresistible.”
Torin glanced up at Yun and saw his lips were working subtly, as if he were trying to taste the kiss Kristof had given Torin. Torin’s stare drifted down to Yun’s perfectly straight, nipple-high monster erections, which were spitting precum onto Yun’s pecs again. Torin swiftly turned away and started around the car. Funny, he thought, before today he’d have listed Yun’s torso, especially those long, cut abs, as Yun’s second-best feature after his gorgeous face. It was almost a shame nobody looking at him would even see them now, thanks to the impressive distractions now rising in front of them.
He got in the car, pleased to note that the seat-backs were all reclined just enough to prevent unnecessary self-impalings. He settled his butt in the passenger seat and his three big feet in the foot-well in front of him, feeling pensive and unsure. As Yun got silently into the back seat and Kristof started up the SUV with a mischievous grin, Torin wondered if his night, too, was only just beginning.
They drove down Yew Boulevard for a while in comfortable silence. Torin was staring out the side window at the smart-looking luxury apartment towers that lined the wide, urban highway and letting his brain revolve in lazy, rhythmic circles, hoping that some unconscious process would slowly build some clarity for him. After a few blocks had passed Kristof spoke up abruptly. “Okay, I gotta ask,” he said. “What’s your secret?”
Torin glanced over at him in alarm, his pulse speeding up. “What?” he said, his voice slightly choked.
Kristof was looking ahead at the road, but he eyed Torin briefly, his lips quirked in a half smile. “I mean,” he said, returning his gaze to the road, “we all go out for the night, you have a great time dancing with at least two hot couples and you nut yourself, what, four times—” At this Torin heard Yun make some kind of noise from the back seat, but he didn’t turn around to look. Kristof continued his teasing: “—plus excellent burgers at Toledo’s and the best company any guy could ask for… and you’re still wound up like a virgin on his first date. How do you do it?”
Kristof offered him another quick look with that crooked smile, and Torin found himself huffing a laugh in relief. Kristof hadn’t meant the secret, thank fuck. If his cover were truly, actually blown on a mission this sensitive, there was no telling what would happen, to Mountain View or to Torin. There’d probably be a hell of a destructive shock wave radiating out even farther, if some of his theories turned out to have a basis in fact; but Torin didn’t want to think about that. “Sorry I’m so distracted tonight,” Torin told him with a genuine smile. “You guys really are the best bros to hang out with a guy could—”
But Kristof snapped his fingers, interrupting him. “That’s what you need. Two Bros.”
“Yes yes,” Yun seconded from the back seat. Torin glanced over his shoulder at him. Yun looked excited, his cocks spitting a bit of precum onto his wet, shiny nipples again just as Torin turned to look. Yun’s eyes were on the back of Kristof’s head as if trying to ratify the proposal with some kind of psychic vote, but his eyes strayed to Torin for a second before flitting immediately back to Kristof’s dirty blond mane. His mouth was drawn tight, as if he were trying to contain himself.
Torin turned to Kristof, searching his brain. “Two Bros… the all-night outdoor coffee shop?” he asked hesitantly.
“Dude, they haven’t sold coffee for half a year now,” Kristof scoffed. He made an abrupt turn onto a cross-street, toward the trendy night-owl district at the center of town. Straight ahead on Yew would have been the route back toward the dorms, he knew, so this must be the way to wherever it was Kristof wanted to take them. “Pull your head out of your books! Nectar, bro. You need nectar.”
“Yes yes yes,” agreed Yun from the back.
Torin settled into his seat, frowning. What the fuck was nectar?
They pulled into a bustling parking lot that seemed to be arranged in a wide circle around an inner grassy area about the size of a large flying saucer. The grassy torus was dotted with clusters of shirtless, buff guys mostly in groups of two or three, with the occasional knot of or four or more, their bare torsos displaying the full spectrum of skin colors and every variety of male sexiness from lithe and defined to built and bearish. At the center was a small concrete dais with sleek, round pavilion in white and red with a pink, curved dome. Around its sides were a ring of windows, each with guys lined up waiting to buy whatever the cheery, extra-hot hunks inside the pavilion were selling. Four or five high pillars mounted with muted luminescent globes gave the area the illusion of indirect lighting. As always in Mountain View, a myriad of bright stars blazed down at them from the deep midnight-blue sky: a vast panoply arcing over the city, the rolling countryside beyond, and the namesake ring of snowcapped purple mountains blurring the distant horizon’s transition from dark woodlands to wide, starry sky.
Torin got out of the car and took in the scene before him, worrying his lower lip. How did he not know about this place? The three of them slammed their doors and started making their way through the little groups of men, Kristof strolling a bit ahead, while Yun walked excitedly at Torin’s side, almost vibrating with anticipation.
Torin looked up at him. “You like this stuff, huh?” he said. Yun just blushed and said nothing.
As they wove through the crowd, Torin couldn’t help but notice that the duos and trios of guys were all engaged in deep, languid make-out sessions. Some were methodically stroking each other’s precum-slick hard-ons, some were just holding each other close or groping their partner’s sculpted backs and hard, round muscle-butts; but all of them were engaged in fathomless, unending snogs that radiated so much sexual potency Torin could feel his own fifteen-inch slabs somehow trying to stiffen themselves into even more intense hardness and arousal, tapping hard against his tight, fuzzy upper abs. He shivered, feeling the collective, mass turn-on of the groups they were passing through like a full-blown contact high.
Periodically they passed wide-mouthed white and red trash bins that were mostly full of small amber glass containers that looked like squat, half-size beer bottles. These were marked with the Two Bros logo (a cartoon depiction of two identically handsome blonds with devastating smiles, the one on the right winking saucily at the observer), and, underneath, the names of what Torin guessed were various varieties or flavors of the nectar stuff, most of them sophomorically suggestive: “Pop Yer Cherry”, “Is That a Banana”, “All-Night Almond”, etc.
Kristof was texting someone on his phone. He smiled and looked over his bare shoulder at Torin and Yun. “Brick’s coming too,” he told them.
Torin snorted. “As if you two weren’t already making my balls hurt,” he thought, except he was distracted enough that he said it aloud without quite meaning to. Kristof’s stubble-ringed grin turned positively rakish. Yun just blushed again.
They got in one of the short lines ringing the pavilion. Kristof was still texting, but whether he was still engaged in quizzing Brick about what he was up or tracking down more guys to make Torin’s dicks quiver he couldn’t tell. Yun stood next to him, still and anxious, and Torin resisted a strong urge to take his hand and hold it tight in reassurance and solidarity.
Another couple joined the line behind them, standing so close to Torin’s bare back that he could feel the heat coming off them. Torin looked briefly over his shoulder at the pair, who were locked in a tight embrace. Both of them were in some respects even more muscular than Torin was, so much so that while they were still trim-waisted, perfectly proportioned, and exquisitely beautiful their hefty pectorals were almost thick enough they’d have to lean their beautiful faces forward to kiss. They weren’t kissing at the moment, though, but were talking animatedly about being at Two Bros together. One was a little darker-skinned and had blond hair with bluish highlights, the other jet-black brunette with dark, sexy eyebrows.
“I can’t believe you agreed to do Two Bros tonight,” the brunette gushed. “I thought you hated this stuff.”
“I don’t hate it,” the blue-tinged blond said smugly. His voice was a warm tenor a few steps higher than his partner’s lush, cock-hardening baritone. “I just like it better when you drink it.”
“Oh yeah?” the brunette said. And then the conversation was suspended, replaced by the unmistakable sound of kissing.
Okay, Torin had to admit he was getting pretty curious about this nectar stuff. The line moved forward, and the couple behind him clumsily moved with it while still deeply engaged with each other, so that they ended up with one of them pressed firmly against Torin from behind, and as the couple kissed a muscular shoulder and arm shifted pleasantly against his smooth, firm back. Meanwhile, Kristof, characteristically aware of what was going on with Torin even as he kept up his phone-noodling, shifted back a half-step so that his shoulder blades were nuzzling gently up against Torin’s chest even as the couple behind him rubbed him obliviously from the other direction.
After a while of this Torin leaned forward and muttered in Kristof’s ear. “You know what happens when I get too turned on,” he said. Kristof just chuckled.
The couple behind them had evidently broken off their snogging, because the blond with the nice tenor voice leaned forward and asked, “Why, what happens?” He sounded amused, and he seemed to have some idea of the answer anyway: it was his arm and shoulder rubbing against Torin’s back, and he accompanied his question with a little bicep flex against Torin’s lower trapezius that almost made him catch his breath.
Torin noticed that Yun was avidly watching Torin’s interplay with the smirking, still-texting Kristof and the new couple. Possibly he was too turned on to be overtly jealous. Or maybe he was just used to being a spectator when it came to Torin.
Torin looked over his shoulder at the embracing duo. They were both staring hard at him, and they smiled with delight on getting to see his face. Torin was pretty appreciative of what he saw as well. One of the things he’d noticed about being in Mountain View was that—contrary to his prior experience in realms of less rarified male beauty—the guys here were actually more attractive when viewed from up close, like beauty was not some visual illusion but a palpable force experienced in its purest form when nothing separated you from the object of your scrutiny but a few inches of cool night air under starlit skies.
The two of them seemed like deliberate variations on his usual type. The blond with the blue highlights was the kind of hairy hunk he usually sought out in brunette form, and whereas his regular quarry tended to have close-cropped hair, his pale locks were longer than Kristof’s and unnervingly inviting to the hand. The planes of his face were classically handsome, softened by a bit of scruffy stubble, and his blue eyes were blazing with intent. Meanwhile, the brunette did have the short, buzzed-at-the-sides look he favored, but seemed to be otherwise hairless and even beardless—Yun had more hair on his chest than this guy—and as he had his arms woven around his partner’s neck Torin could see the guy had no hair at all on his forearms, either, though he was wearing a twisted-leather bracelet that Torin quite liked. His expression was easy and genial, and his brown eyes were filled with curiosity and a pure, almost innocent lust. “Wow,” he said in his deep, sexy baritone, smiling wide as he gazed at Torin in open appreciation. “Just—wow.”
The blond was showing his approval too, though definitely more lewdly than his friend. “Please tell us you have a brother so you can make out with both of us after you get your nectar,” he said.
Torin was so attracted to these two he found himself imagining the scenario they’d suggested without really meaning to. It took him a second to re-lucidify his brain and attempt a reply. “Sorry,” he said belatedly with a lopsided smile, “I’m here with my friends, so… they get first dibs. On me and my ‘brother’,” he added with a wink.
Torin had no doubt that Kristof was grinning even as he pretended not to be paying attention. His new friends, meanwhile, glanced at Yun, who was standing very close and was still watching all this very intently. “I see what you mean,” the brunette said, obviously impressed by Yun’s extra-tall variety of hotness. Then he looked back at Torin, and his walnut-brown eyes were so inviting Torin almost wanted to fall into them. “Just—I’m Archer,” he said, “and this is Dane. Remember us later if you’ve got any extra… attention to spare.” Dane, the blond, punctuated the invitation with a wiggling of his eyebrows, and Torin noticed distractedly that these, too, had faint highlights of azure blue woven through the saffron blond.
A little overwhelmed by the attention, Torin wanted to say something like, “What do you need me for? You’re both beautiful.” But then the queue shifted again, and Torin gave them a quick, almost automatic “Okay” before facing forward again and moving ahead with Kristof and Yun, one step closer to the window and whatever awaited them there.
The trio ahead of them was ordering, a rowdy, excited matched set of dark-skinned, elegantly muscled guys with limber-looking dancers’ physiques, each with a single, artful swath of sparkly gold or purple paint slewn judiciously across one shoulder. Torin remembered their server from earlier at Toledo’s and his skin-markered nametag (“Ben.”), and wondered if he would be seeing progressively more kinds of functional and decorative markings on bare upper-body skin as the universal shirtlessness introduced only a few hours before took hold and started really sinking in. For his part, Torin was finding that an unending supply of half-naked, well-proportioned flesh was making him appreciate the sheer variety of maleness that could be had in a town like this where everyone was startlingly good-looking but in markedly different ways. He hoped he’d get a chance to enjoy all these beautiful torsos pure and unadorned for a while, before the male population started using their skin to add the kinds of vibrance, style, and panache they used to get from finding just the right eye-catching shirt to go out and be seen in.
The dancer-boys collected their bottles and moved off, and suddenly it was their turn. Kristof put his phone away at last and stepped forward to the window, looking up at the menu mounted behind the bald, smiling beauty behind the counter. Torin hung back and let Kristof handle the order. He was listening to the varieties he was ordering for himself and Yun when, as Kristof glanced briefly back at Torin with a sly smile and started to say, “…and one extra-strong…”, Torin realized what he was sensing.
It felt stronger now that the ones he’d felt before, and more prolonged. This time the perception of building electricity was like a slow swell, a tidal wave crashing through reality, altering everything in its path. He felt it first in his cocks, a vibration so intense it seemed to be violently shaking them into being thicker, wider, and heavier. He looked over at Yun and he could see it happening to him, too, as the glitch suffused all of them and everything. Yun’s nipple-painting cocks didn’t get any longer; instead they seemed to layer on thickness, again and again and again, like some insatiable elemental force was angrily demanding, “No, more! Thicker! Thicker!”
Then something wrenched upward and he lost his hold on reality for a fraction of a second. As his senses realigned, he heard the last snatch of Kristof’s order a second time, as if his realities, or his memories, were layering themselves, one on top of another.
“…and two extra strong…” Kristof said again.
Feeling strange in a way he didn’t understand, Torin dizzily looked down at himself and quietly gasped. At least he understood that upward pull. He now had two sets of heavy, round, hairy, densely-packed pecs stacked right on top of each other, each with their own pair of hard-muscled, powerful arms. His much-thicker cocks, pressed hard against his perfect, still-fuzzy set of deep-carved eight-pack abs, quivered and threatened to spectacularly erupt with volcanoes of hot cum just at the sight of what had happened to him. He felt slightly woozy, and was finally grateful for the help his three feet gave him in keeping his balance.
A feeling of alarm tickled his brain from somewhere outside it—which was, itself, a little alarming. Had the glitch gave him a dose of extrasensory perception, too?
Kristof turned around and beamed at them, holding up two amber glass bottles between the fingers up his upper left hand, and two darker, almost black bottles between the fingers of his right, hazel eyes dancing delightedly. His lower hands, meanwhile, moved to curl naturally around his monstrously-thick, left-listing cocks as if they belonged there.
“Shall we, gentlemen?” he said, cocking his head in the direction of a nearby open patch of lawn. He and Yun eagerly headed off, Torin trailing behind slightly dazed.
Fuuuuck, came that external thought again. Torin wondered where it was coming from. He knew he should turn around and look—the “voice” was right behind him, he knew that much. He wasn’t sure he was quite ready, though.
When they got to the open spot Kristof turned and offered one of the bottles in his left hand to Yun, who took it quickly. The liquid inside the amber bottle had a reddish tinge compared to the one Kristof kept for himself, so maybe Yun liked the cherry variety.
Kristof then turned and, still beaming, offered the darker bottles in his right hand to Torin. He took one, watching a little bemusedly as Yun twisted the cap off of his and started bolting it down. Then Kristof, still with his hand out and proffering the remaining bottle, looked just behind Torin and to his right.
A hairy, olive-skinned, well-muscled forearm appeared and, almost reluctantly, took the remaining bottle.
Torin wanted to think that this was one of the two thick-chested guys they’d been standing with, and Kristof was just being generous to a couple of new friends. But Dane and Archer were still at the window ordering, though their attention seemed magnetically drawn toward Torin and his group. And that forearm did not belong to either of them.
Facing him from only a few inches away, wearing the same worried, gobsmacked expression he himself must be wearing, was another exceptionally handsome, olive-toned, impressively fit “him,” complete with all the new upgrades—three long, fit legs; heavy, round stacked pecs and extra arms; crazy-thick cocks… But there was more than that. Staring into those eyes, feeling the presence of that body, Torin experienced a nearly-irresistible urge to close the distance between them and kiss those lips and that mouth, and keep kissing as long as possible. Constantly, if it could be arranged.
He almost laughed, and his double was smiling weirdly in disbelief.
We’re Adonis Bs now, he heard the other Torin think, even as he himself voiced the same thought in his head.
His double blinked. And apparently we’re psychically linked, the other Torin added, astonished and amused. He’d never known that about Adonis Bs—unless it was a situation unique to guys who suddenly split in two and became Adonis Bs because of a glitch. It sure would be interesting to try to figure that one out, along with everything else that was happening.
Fuuuuck, Torin thought back, echoing the other Torin’s first reaction from a moment before. They both smiled wider and, almost unconsciously, moved toward each other.
“No!” Kristof broke in in faux admonition. “No kissing each other!”
He and the other Torin turned as one to face their grinning friend, their brawny shoulders brushing and then pressing together comfortingly as they did so. Kristof was pointing a finger at both of them. “You said we had dibs, remember?”
Torin looked over at Yun. His eyes were fixed on Torin. Without looking Yun tossed away his bottle into a nearby bin and stepped toward him, wiping his hand across his mouth as he gazed down at Torin with almost feverish intensity. This was what he had been waiting for, Torin saw with sudden clarity. This was the moment.
The other Torin faced Kristof, who was looking rather proud of himself for engineering this nexus of raw, sexual intimacy between them.
In his peripheral vision he noticed Archer and Dane had gotten their order and were now hovering nearby, their eyes fixed on Torin’s group. Some of the other nearby clusters of guys, all of them now with stacked chests and four arms and much thicker dicks, were pausing their embraces to watch as well. Adonis Bs did tend to gather attention, as he’d noticed on a number of occasions. I guess that’s us now, the other Torin thought.
I guess so, Torin agreed numbly. He looked up and met Yun’s burning, hungry eyes, and something in him caught the edge of that flame and started crackling with a growing fire.
Whether some inner connection was coordinating their moves, or it was a pure coincidence of the two of them happening to act in simultaneity, the two Torins moved in a single, fluid motion, twisting off their caps and upending their dark bottles of nectar into their mouths. Torin barely registered the taste as he chugged the strange drink: it was strong and malty, not fruit-flavored like some of the others apparently were, and immediately intoxicating in way that was almost entirely unlike alcohol. It was like he was drinking liquid lust, thick and fiery and deeply satisfying, and his body and soul were reacting with delirious approval. Kristof was following suit, though he was drinking his a little less dramatically, his eyes on both Torins as he swallowed his brew.
The Torins gulped theirs down together, each downing the entire bottle in one draft. People cheered them on from somewhere nearby. “Go!” “Yeah, do it!” “Drink it all down!” “Whoa, that’s the extra-strong! Fuck, I gotta see this!”
They finished, lowering their bottles and facing their suitemates again with a unison, satisfied aaaah! as the crowd applauded and cheered. Torin took the bottles from Kristof and his double and pitched them into the same bin Yun had used.
Torin turned back to Yun. He was going to make a joke, maybe saying something like “What are you waiting for?” to his usually reticent friend. But Yun wasn’t waiting for anything. Even before Kristof and his double came together in a messy kiss Yun had already leapt forward, crashing his mouth against Torin’s. Torin opened for him instantly, and they dove into a deep, passionate kiss as all four of Yun’s hands grabbed onto him and roamed Torin’s hard-muscled arms and back, pulling him close so that their gigantic, raging, rock-hard erections mashed hotly against each other, spitting precum over their abs and each other. Torin could feel the almost incandescent pleasure of the other him so completely and so consumingly he could barely tell what was his pleasure and what was the other’s. He could taste Kristof’s mouth and the beery nectar he’d drink almost as clearly as he could Yun’s delicious mouth and lips. And tongue…
Torin felt it in Yun’s tongue first. It was pushing further into Torin’s mouth, deepening the kiss in a new and impossible way, and Torin realized with shock that Yun’s tongue was growing. As they made out, deeper and deeper, he noticed he was tasting the cherry nectar on Yun’s lengthening, stretching tongue, and all at once it came to him: what it was they’d all been alluding to without actually coming out and saying it, why Yun wanted to come here, and why Kristof had suggested going out for nectar in the first place. Its effect wasn’t just a deep sexual thrill and a relaxing of inhibitions, the carnal intoxication that had taken hold of him from the first swallow. The nectar also had a physical effect, and what was happening to Yun was about to happen to Torin, in spades.
This is going to be… holy fuck… the Torins thought at each other.
Yun moaned desperately into Torin’s mouth, trying to take the kiss even deeper. Torin felt his own tongue tingling in warning. His other self was feeling the same thing. It was like they were standing inside each other, feeling everything the other was feeling. Kristof’s playful kisses blurred and overlapped with Yun’s fervent, all-consuming snog.
Torin wrapped his arms around Yun’s endless torso, gathering him as close as he could, while at the same time feeling Kristof’s casually muscled body in his other self’s arms.
Distant sounds washed over them like the roar of the sea from inside a beach house. The crowd was voicing its approval. Torin didn’t care. All that mattered was this kiss, and Yun, and continuing this kiss until they were both consumed in pleasure. These kisses, because he felt Kristof’s too; but he willed himself to focus on Yun.
Torin’s tongue started to grow.
It was Torin’s turn to moan into the kiss. Yun held him harder, grinding their bodies together as his extra-long tongue slid and curled around Torin’s, feeling its swell and strength as it lengthened and thickened. Torin’s burgeoning tongue pushed further into Yun’s mouth, and Yun growled in ecstasy as his unnaturally long, fat tongue reached Yun’s throat… and kept going.
Yun’s lower hands found Torin’s massively thick cocks. Torin quickly did the same, gripping firmly onto Yun’s ten-pack-long super-hard, super-slick cocks they continued to hold each other with their upper arms, their triple legs pressed tightly together, middle legs almost twined around each other. They were both grunting now. Torin’s tongue was now so long he was all but fucking Yun’s throat, and Yun’s excited jerking at Torin’s dicks told him the taller man was having no luck trying to stave off a soaring orgasm. He felt Kristof responding, too, egging his other self on. Torin was just thinking he was close, so close, too close… when suddenly he, they, were beyond close, rocketing past the edge into sudden, seismic release. He started cumming hard, blasting cum upward from his crazy-huge cocks onto their stacked chests. He and the other Torin were both cumming, and instantly this triggered equally massive eruptions from Yun and Kristof. Yun was cumming even harder than Torin was, like this was the orgasm he’d been building towards for as long as he’d been pining after Torin, whether consciously or unconsciously, and it pushed Torin’s release even higher too. They were still cumming, shooting gout after gout of cum, hearts pounding way too hard, and kissing and gasping around their kisses until they finally had to separate their mouths, resting sweaty foreheads together while they came and came, their orgasms tapering down over long, euphoric minutes. Yun straightened and held Torin tight, pressing his head against Yun’s damp, slightly cummy upper chest as they panted, while Kristof and his other self cuddled close, their tired, bruised lips pressed against each other’s necks.
He was coming out of the orgasm together with the other Torin feeling transformed, like the climax had changed him in some fundamental way. The connection between the two Torins was still strong just then, stronger than it had been before the nectar had taken hold. What would the new normal be like between them? Would they keep this sense of merged awareness, knowing the other’s feelings as well as his thoughts? Or perhaps they would become more separate and individual, living two distinct lives as identical men everyone found too attractive not to want to kiss and hold…
The crowd had applauded and hollered at their massive, mutual orgasm, Torin was pretty sure, but as the four of them cooled down and held each other in the afterglow they mostly dispersed, until only Dane and Archer were left, making out sporadically as they snuggled close, their thick quadruple pecs pressed firmly together, and watched the tableau of the Torins, Yun, and Kristof melting into each other.
After a while Torin and Yun pulled apart enough for Torin to look up at Yun and smile. He hoped Yun wasn’t regretting his impulsive broaching of the boundaries they had all agreed to. But Yun looked anything but rueful, and his eyes were still alight with a passion that seemed to be mixed with a sort of giddy amazement at what he’d just done and gotten away with. Torin, for his part, was smiling around a protruding, still-extra-long and extra-thick tongue, so he was glad no verbal reassurances were necessary. Something possessive in Yun’s look hinted that he didn’t mind Torin being the “quiet one” for a while.
Kristof, meanwhile was looking very pleased with himself, and not just because he and his Torin were both covered in messy spunk. He was looking right into the other Torin’s eyes, looking just as possessive as Yun. “Now do you feel relaxed?” Kristof asked. The other Torin nodded mutely, and Kristof laughed.
Torin looked up at Yun one more time, then leaned forward again and rested his head on Yun’s firm upper pecs. He tried to be worried about the glitches, and their connection to the conspiracy that had brought about his being embedded under cover in Mountain View in the first place. But just then, as Yun and Kristof wrapped their strong arms around him and his other self, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care about anything but these sweet, beautiful men who did not want to share their Torins with anyone else. Torin had to admit the prospect was one he was willing to explore.
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