Michael Stamp - Trolls

It was impossible, yet there he sat, broad-shoulders, incredibly pumped-up pecs, his thick eight-incher standing at attention. Marcus had so many questions, yet the first one out of his mouth was, "Why are you naked?"

Don grinned. "You don't need clothes where I came from."

"Where did you come from?"

"You know the answer to that, Marcus."

Marcus did know, but was afraid to say it out loud.

"I've really missed you," Don told him.

"I've missed you, too. There hasn't been anyone since you."

Don looked skeptical. "A hot man like you alone all these years? I don't believe it."

"I was never a stud, Don, even though you always made me feel like one, but at least I was young. Look at me. Now I'm old and ugly."

"Not to me." Don slid over and put his arms around Marcus, kissing him deeply while his hands worked quickly to get Marcus out of his clothes.

Marcus felt the old stirrings immediately. He returned the kiss, clinging to his lover like a drowning man. It had been so long. He lay back, reveling in each sensation as Don's long, talented fingers explored every inch of him. His body had always come alive at Don's touch, but this time he felt different. He couldn't be drunk, not on two beers, but he felt that way. And in his drunken state each part of his body Don touched seemed to physically change.

When Don stroked his shoulders, Marcus felt them broaden.

After Don's hands passed over his chest, Marcus felt his nipples grow hard and his sagging tits tighten into muscular pecs. Don licked Marcus's belly, and suddenly the rounded flesh became flat and hard.

Don's mouth slid down Marcus's body, covering it with kisses. He stopped to rest between his legs, sliding his hands under Marcus and cupping his ass, using the hold to pull Marcus toward him, guiding his lover's cock into his waiting mouth. Don squeezed his ass cheeks and Marcus could feel his shrunken ass bunch up firm and high. Marcus lost himself in the feel of Don's wet warmth surrounding his hard flesh. His cock was lengthening as Don's talented mouth sucked him deeper and deeper into his throat. Don's nose was buried in his graying bush, but still his cock grew. He'd been ready to pop the moment Don touched him, but he forced himself to hold back, wanting the moment to last.

"Let go, Marcus," Don told him, his voice vibrating through Marcus's skin. And to help him, Don slid a finger deep inside Marcus's hole and massaged his prostate.

Marcus gave a strangled cry and gripped Don's hair as he came, shooting again and again. Never in his life had an orgasm lasted so long. Don kept Marcus in his mouth, swallowing it all, refusing to let even a drop escape his throat. When Don finally released his cock, Marcus felt his long, thick pole slap his thigh. His body felt so totally different he could almost believe it had actually changed, but he knew that wasn't possible.

"You make me feel young again, Don," he murmured, ruffling Don's dark hair.

"You are young again, Marcus. Go look at yourself." Going along with the joke, Marcus got up and went into the bedroom. When he saw his reflection in the wall mirror he stopped, stunned at his transformation. He looked thirty, but he'd never looked as good the first time around as he did now. The broad shoulders, the flat stomach, the powerful chest, and bubble butt he thought he had imagined belonged to him. They were actually real.

So was his cock. And it didn't only equal Don's. It surpassed it. Marcus hefted it in his hand. The fucking thing had to be at least ten inches, and so thick he could barely get his thumb and forefinger around its girth. "I don't understand," he said in bewilderment. "How could this happen?" he asked.

"It was always in you, Marcus," Don said from the doorway. "It was what I saw whenever I looked at you."

Marcus couldn't stop staring at himself. Needing to confirm his eyes weren't deceiving him, he pinched his nipples. He ran his hands down the hard flatness that was now his stomach, still expecting it all to disappear the moment he touched it. His eyes kept coming back to his cock, the most incredible change of all. And even more unbelievable than its size was the fact that it was hard again. After all Don had taken from him only moments ago, his erection was again straining against his belly. He glanced at his bed, then at Don. "I want to fuck you," he said.

Don laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Can I?" Marcus asked.

"You never asked permission before."

Marcus said, "No, I mean-will I be able to fuck you, the way you are now?"

Don grinned sheepishly. "Sure. You didn't think I'd come all this way without making sure you could fuck my ass when I got here."

"Then come to bed."

His voice had barely formed the words and Don was there with him, the two of them jockeying for position like wrestlers. Marcus pinned Don down under him, then flipped him over onto his stomach. Don surrendered without a fight, resting his head on his arms and raising his ass high in the air.

Marcus licked his lips at the sight of the perfectly rounded buttocks yielding before him. He pulled apart the cheeks and buried his face in Don's ass, inhaling deeply. The smell of Don's ass had always been an aphrodisiac for him. His tongue sought the small pink hole, bathing it in spit. He worked his tongue inside the ring and heard Don moan. Hadn't it been just as long for Don as it had for him?

Marcus pulled back, pleased to see Don's pucker had increased in size from a dime to quarter. He dove back in, laving the tunnel, spurred on by the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover. He would have been happy to just keep rimming Don's hole, to continue savoring the taste of the man he loved, but Don was squirming and shifting his ass, impatient for the main course.

"Your tongue feels a foot long," he moaned, "but you know what I want you to put up there. Fuck me, Marcus! Fuck me now!

Marcus placed the tip of his cock at the opening of his lover's magnificent body. Finally, after all these years, he felt worthy of entering it. He grasped Don's hips and slid his cock into the spit-lubed hole.

Don's body shuddered at the contact. "It feels like a two-by-four," he whimpered.

Marcus thrust tentatively at first, but then overcome with desire, he rammed himself inside Don's ass and began to fuck more furiously. Again and again he pulled out a little, only to plunge his cock in deeper with the next thrust. Don quickly found his rhythm, and they began to move as one.

Soon Marcus felt the familiar tightness in his chest that came from any kind of exertion. He was frightened, but he didn't stop. He would pay any price for this chance to be with Don again. He increased his speed, fucking more like machine than man, slamming his groin against Don's ass with such force his lover was now lying flat on his stomach. The pain in his chest was spreading, and his heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst. Each beat echoed in his ears. He felt light-headed, but still he continued.

He was so close. Another minute, he begged. Please let me come in Don just one more time-

Marcus cried out, and all at once the pain in his chest was gone. His hips bucked wildly as his cock pumped wave after wave of come into the man who lay beneath him. Even in the throes of orgasm, he was aware of Don's hips moving against the mattress. When his body was finally spent, Marcus let his full weight come down to rest on Don's back.

Only when he felt Don moving under him did Marcus muster the energy to lift himself off the other man. He rolled off his lover's body and lay back beside him. When Don turned over, he could see the evidence of Don's own orgasm glistening on his sweat-coated skin.

Marcus raised himself up on one elbow. "I wish this night could last forever."