Itâs impossible to find a decently priced apartment in this town. These last few years, it feels like all the prices have doubled. And sure, maybe itâs a great investment, but Iâm a twenty-six year old bro whoâs just trying to make life work.
Iâm not doing it alone. Iâve got Jesse, my heterosexual life partner. Heâs a great friend and roommate,. Heâs got a steady job as a cook, so he always pays the rent on time. Iâm a personal trainer â the money isnât as good, but I get to spend a lot of time coaching the ladies on how to use weights correctly.
I like being a trainer. Ladies always need help, and I like any exercise that gets their glutes pumped. Iâm an ass man, and Iâm not subtle.
We lost our last place when the landlord kicked us out so his daughter could move in. I thought about hooking up with her, but she was a real ugly duckling. Besides, like I said, Jesseâs my bro.
We were looking for a two bedroom. Two bathrooms if we could. Close enough to the bars that I could still bring girls home. And dude⊠there was literally nothing available for less than $2000 a month.
After about a week of searching, Jesse texted me this sketchy website. It didnât seem legit â the web design had some serious â1995â energy to it. Did you ever see the old Space Jam site? It looked something like that.
But it had new listings. Jesse found an apartment that was close to downtown. Two bedrooms. Only one bathroom, but whatever. For $1200 a month, Iâll share a bathroom.
We called the number and I was kinda surprised it was still available. When we got there to have a look, I was even more surprised. Itâs a nice building, even if it is a little old. The place was huge compared to our old apartment. The only real problem was⊠this is silly, but the master bedroom had one wall painted bright pink.
âDude, this is your room,â I joked, giving Jesse a punch on the arm.
âFuck that,â Jesse winced. âItâs bigger. You should take it.â
âBro, Iâd never get laid again,â I laughed. âWhen was the last time you even brought a girl home?â
âTwice this week?â Jesse said, rolling his eyes.
âExactly. You never hook up,â I insisted.
âI donât wanna live in a pink room,â Jesse whined. âGirls are gonna think Iâm gay or whatever.â
I glanced over at the realtor. She was a foxy lady in her thirties.
âNot that thereâs anything wrong with the queers,â I said magnanimously. âWeâre open minded.â
She pretended like I hadnât said anything.
âFor real, we should find another apartment,â Jesse pushed. âI donât think either of us are really comfortable with this one, and weâll find something else.â
âWeâve got two weeks til we gotta move,â I said. âDude, I donât think weâre gonna find another deal. Not as good as this.â
The realtor gave a heavy sigh.
âIâm sorry,â she said, leaning against a wall. âIâve just heard this conversation a couple of hundred times. This place has been on the market for months, and itâs because of that stupid wall. Here⊠Iâm not supposed to say this kind of stuff, but⊠you know you can just paint, right? Any colour you want. It might take you a few coats to cover up the monstrosity in there, but this apartment is half the price it should be.â
âI mean⊠I guess we could paint,â Jesse said, warming to the suggestion.
âYou should,â the realtor moaned. âLook, if I didnât own my condo already, Iâd rent the place myself. We reduced the price so much. This is the best deal in town.â
âOkay, so we paint,â Jesse agreed. âI think youâre right, I definitely get the big room.â
âWhoa,â I put up my hand. âWe should talk about that. Why should you get the better room, just cause I made a stupid joke.â
We argued about it while the realtor fished a contract out of her briefcase. Eventually I gave in and told Jesse he could take the damn room â the price was right, and mine was plenty big too.
She was stoked when we signed the lease.
âAlright guys, youâre gonna love this place,â she said, shaking both our hands. âNow, Iâm going to go buy myself a drink. I fuckinâ deserve it.â
âHow about I buy you that drink?â I asked. Iâm pretty smooth.
âSome other time buckaroo,â she laughed. âYouâve got moving to do.â
We didnât paint it right away. After moving all our stuff we were so exhausted that we just threw on a movie and drank a couple beers.
âEnjoy your pretty pink wall,â I teased as we both left for bed.
âFirst thing tomorrow bro,â Jesse laughed. âYou and me are gonna paint that shit over.â
The next morning I woke up first. It was a couple hours before Jesse stumbled out for his shower.
âHey sleeping beauty,â I joked. âDid the pink keep you up all night?â
âMmmmâŠâ Jesse mumbled. âItâs actually not so bad. Looked kinda cool this morning.â
âYeah, whatever dude,â I laughed. âYouâre such a fuckinâ fag.â
Jesse ignored me and went for his shower. I expected weâd spend half the day trying to paint over the thing, but Jesse never even suggested it. I guess maybe he actually liked the wall?
But the next morning it got weird.
When Jesse stumbled out of his room, the first thing I noticed was his ass. Iâm not gay â it was just impossible to miss. Jesseâs always been your average bro. A little heavy on the beer, not enough time in the weight room. But looking at his ass, youâd think the dude spent his life at the squat rack.
âHoly shit bro,â I laughed, not even trying to hide my stare. âWhat happened?â
âYour ass! Dude, you canât pretend like you donât know.â
âOh that,â Jesse laughed. âYeah, Iâm wearing that pair of sweats Melissa bought me last year. I dunno why I never tried em before, but yeah, they make my ass look great, huh?â
âYouâre such a fuckinâ fag,â I laughed.
But seriously, I spend half my life inside a gym. I donât care if you wear baggy jeans or a pair of fitted sweats, I can tell someoneâs build at a glance and that ass was HUGE. Honestly, it kinda freaked me out.
Somehow, the next morning, it got even weirder.
I was in the kitchen cooking up my famous bacon-and-eggs when Jesse stumbled out of his room.
âMmm⊠dude, that smells so good,â he said.
âYou want some?â I asked. I had my eyes on the stove, so I hadnât clued in yet.
âYeah dude, thatâd be great,â he agreed.
âHere, you take the first batch,â I said, sliding the mess onto a plate and spinning around to hand it over. His plate crash landed on the floor, hot bacon grease splattering against my bare feet.
Jesse had pecs. Like⊠serious, massive, heavy pecs. Instagram worthy pecs. Magazine cover pecs. Holy fuck, those were the pecs Iâd wished for my whole lifeâŠ
And he got them overnight.
âHoly fuckâŠâ I gasped. âDude, okay, that ass was one thing⊠but you gotta tell me how youâre doing this!â
âIs it that obvious?â Jesse blushed. âThe hair?â
I hadnât even noticed his hair. Jesseâs hair was typically Italian, pitch black and slicked back. Now it was shorter, spiked up, and platinum blond. But whatever â you wanna be blond, the drugstoreâs got you covered.
I wanted to know where he got those pecs.
âNo, bro!â I begged. âThose pecs are fuckinâ amazing. Câmon you gotta tell me what youâre taking. Iâve tried it all dude, but Iâve never gotten growth like that. And overnight?â
âOh, these,â he grinned, flexing first the left and then the right. âSorry dude, Iâm not taking anything. I just woke up and uh⊠here they are. Just like the ass, I guess. And the hair.â
For just a second I let myself wonder⊠was there something magic going on here? Something with his room? That fucking pink wall?
But no, that was ridiculous. He had to be on some kind of super steroid. Something top secret or from North Korea or whatever. I had to find out. He sure wasnât telling.
âWhatever,â I said shakily, trying to sound like I didnât care. âYouâre such a fuckinâ fag.â
âYeah,â he laughed, flexing them again. âA fag with great tits.â
I was just joking about Jesse being a fag, but maybe it was true.
He kept making these comments at me all morning. Telling me that even though Iâm not big like him, Iâm still pretty hot. Telling me maybe heâll get abs like mine next, or a pair of boulder shoulders to match his pecs.
Needless to say, I hid in my room after work.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I really needed to hydrate. I was grabbing water from the kitchen when I heard a weird noise from Jesseâs room. The door was shaking, like it was windy and heâd left the window open. And there was a hissing noise like nothing Iâve ever heard.
I glanced out the window. The trees outside were perfectly still. No wind.
âHey, dude⊠everything okay?â I called out. He had to be awake in there. Probably jerking off to his new muscle.
I forgot about my water and knocked softly on Jesseâs door. Still, no answer.
So I cracked the door open and looked inside.
Jesse wasnât there, and that was the least weird thing. It was the pink wall⊠the glowing, quivering pink wall. It didnât look like paint anymore. Instead it looked like⊠I donât know how else to say this â it looked like socially awkward jello. Quivering and shaking and translucent.
That couldnât be real. There was no way it was real. It looked like something from the movies.
I stepped forward and reached out my hand. The surface was cold and slimy. I tried to pull away, but sticky pink tendrils stuck where Iâd touched it. They wrapped themselves around my hand, playing with me, the same way an octopus plays with a scuba diver.
That didnât last long. A few seconds later the jello wall shook even harder. The whole mass surged at me, covering me in pink slime and sucking me inside.
It was only a few seconds before I landed on a hard surface. I took a cautious breath. Thank god, I could breath again. I blinked the pink goo out of my eyes and took a look around.
I was standing on a bright yellow platform. It was circular, and Iâd been dropped in the exact centre. I didnât see any trace of the pink jello. The platform wasnât large â you could probably park a city bus on it, but just barely.
I could see hundreds of other platforms around me, stretching off into the distance. Some were taller or shorter, but all of them were held up by giant yellow poles that vanished into a pink mist below. It reminded me of mushrooms in a foggy forest.
Except these mushrooms were connected. There were slides and spiral ramps and bridges linking them together. I had no idea how far it went â the pink sky and the pink fog blurred together in the distance, and there were platforms as far as I could see.
âWhat is this place?â I asked out loud. There was no echo, like Iâd asked my question from a mountaintop.
I heard a giggle behind me. I spun around and found myself staring down a clown. White painted face. Pink hair. Yellow stripes on his clothing and big floppy pink shoes
âWelcome to the Pink World!â the clown laughed joyfully.
âUm⊠whatâs going on?â I asked suspiciously. Maybe he had some answers.
But the damned clown gave me a theatrical shrug and another grin.
âOkay⊠whereâs Jesse,â I asked. If Jesse got sucked through that⊠whatever it was, maybe he was still nearby.
âI donât know anyone named Jesse,â the clown laughed, giving me another theatrical shrug. âBut I never ask for names!â
âUh, heâs likeâŠâ I tried to describe Jesse. A few days ago I would have said heâs just an average bro.
âHeâs hard to miss,â I said. âBig ass. Bleached blond hair. Massive pecs.â
âOh!â the clown said with a menacing smile. âThe new boy! Yes, heâs just that way!â
The clown pointed at a platform in the distance. I barely got a look before the clown vanished into a puff of butterflies.
Whatever was happening, it definitely wasnât normal.
I tried to head towards the platform I thought the clown had pointed out, but there was no direct path. Instead I had to pick from three different paths leading off my own platform. Eventually I settled on a zig-zag ramp that was going in roughly the right direction.
The ramp felt slippery under my feet. I went slowly, careful not to fall. It was a long way down to the pink mist, and I didnât want to die here.
I felt safer when I reached the next platform, but it wasnât exactly a haven. There was a plant sitting in the middle of the platform, growing right out of the yellow ground. It had light green steps and vibrant pink leaves. It looked sort of like an orchid, but with way more flowers on it.
Each of the flowers was spitting out tiny pink bubbles. They were floating through the air and flying past me. At first I thought they were moving in the breeze, but after a few seconds I realized they were attracted to me, targeting me wherever I went.
I dodged them as best as I could. One or two of them hit my skin. I was shirtless, only wearing a pair of pyjama pants. I wished I had a hazmat suit.
Every time one of them hit, I felt my ass jump and quiver a little. I glanced back in horror⊠was this where Jesseâs dumptruck ass had come from. Iâd fallen through the looking glass, and I was ready to believe in magic.
I donât need an ass like Jesse, and even if I did, who knows what the side effects were. I thought back to Jesseâs flirty behaviour over the past few daysâŠ
If youâre gonna believe in magic, you gotta believe it can turn a man into a fag.
So I dodged the bubbles as fast as I could. Whatever happened to Jesse, it wasnât gonna happen to me. I was gonna find Jesse and get us the hell out of there.
I stumbled backwards, as far away from the bubble plant as I could get. My foot hit empty air and I screamed as I tumbled off the edge of the platform. Lucky me⊠I fell down a slide. It twisted and turned as the air rushed past. I was losing all sense of orientation.
But I landed in a net. A big net suspended above another of those yellow platforms. It was filled with balls, like something you might find at a carnival â except, of course, all these balls were different shades of pink.
The balls seemed to cluster around me as I struggled to get free of the net. As I thrashed around I realized â despite the situation â I was having fun! I hadnât played in a ballpit since I was a kid, and it was bringing back some of that joy.
I laughed and grinned as I jumped up and down in the net, diving into the balls over and over.
As I played, I felt a weird sensation â my own balls were feeling big and bloated. They were brushing up against my legs in a way they never had before. God⊠I could feel them churning.
I was being changed, but the balls were so much fun! I just didnât care!
I reached down into my pyjama pants and played with my own balls for a while. They were so full and heavy. My dick was hard too. I was getting so horny, and every second I spent in the ballpit was making me hornier and heavier.
Youâre a guy. You know â itâs hard to think when youâre hard.
I probably would have stayed in the ballpit forever. Except the net opened up and dropped me down onto the yellow platform. I stuck my lip out and pouted as the balls bounced off the edge.
Fuck⊠I was so hornyâŠ
I heard a giggle behind me. I dropped my dick and pretended like I hadnât just been feeling myself up.
âAre you having fun in the Pink World?â the clown asked, chuckling and staring at my dick. My pyjama pants were seriously tented.
âDonât lie to me,â the clown said, showing his teeth. âIâll know.â
âUm⊠yeah, I guess so,â I admitted. âBut Iâve got to find my buddy and get outta here. This place is too weird.â
âToo weird?â the clown giggled. âThereâs no such thing! But I do think I saw the new boy. Over there!â
He pointed, vanishing into a flock of small birds.
I glanced around⊠there were ramps and slides pointing off in a couple of directions, but nothing that got me closer to Jesse.
But there was a clicking sound coming from that side of the platform. I crept close to the edge and watched as yellow planks flew into place, creating a rope bridge between me and a nearby platform.
I dashed across the bridge. If it could form in a few seconds, it could fall away just as quickly. I was almost across when I heard a snap behind me. The bridge dropped from under my feet. I screamed again, grasping for a handhold.
My shoulder took the brunt of it, but I managed to stop myself. I was hanging from a plank with one arm, and my knuckles were turning white from the effort. Fuck⊠Iâve been bulking, and I just donât have the strength to do a one-armed pull-up. I felt myself slippingâŠ
Bouncing off a trampoline.
This place was fucking ridiculous.
I crash landed on another platform. This one had a giant flower on it. I glanced around, checking to see if there were any bubbles trying to give my ass a makeover. It looked like I was in the clear.
This plant had one big pink flower on it. As I leaned down, itâs petals unfolded and I saw a giant yellow stamen in the middle. Without warning, it quivered and squirted something into my open mouth.
âMmmmâŠâ I moaned. Iâd never tasted anything like that. It was amazing.
And there was more, dripping off the end of the stamen.
I leaned down and took a little lick. It quivered again and let loose with another squirt into my mouth. I swished the liquid around.
I loved it. The taste, the texture⊠I wanted more.
My heavy balls rumbled as I swallowed.
The plant was short, so I got down on my knees and buried my face inside of itâs flower. I wrapped my mouth around the stamen, licking it in hopes of triggering another squirt of the liquid.
It didnât take long for the flower to reward me. My mouth was full of the sticky substance. I swallowed fast â it was releasing spurt after spurt of the delicious liquid into my mouth. I wanted to take it all in.
I knew it was changing me again, but I still didnât care. I just wanted that taste on my tongue. That feeling as it slid down my throat.
I didnât stop until I was full. I slumped back on the platform, watching sadly as the flower folded its petals back up. A salty burp escaped my throat.
Mmmm⊠my cock was leaking. I slipped my hand inside my pants, instinctively scooping up the drip of precum. Without thinking, I brought it up to my mouth and licked it my finger clean.
It was the same taste. The taste of cum⊠and it was goddamn delicious.
But maybe I could just stay here. Near the flower. Iâd be hungry again soonâŠ
When I finally pulled myself away, the clown was standing right there.
âOoooohâŠâ the clown said playfully. âLook whoâs got a taste for the finer things in life!â
âI⊠I need to find my friend,â I sputtered. âI canât get distracted. I need to find Jesse and get out of here.â
âWell, youâre getting close,â the clown said, clapping his hands rhythmically. âIn fact, I just saw the new boy over there!â He pointed at a nearby platform and exploded into a cloud of goldfish. They swam through the air, quickly vanishing into the distance.
I looked where heâd pointed. It wasnât far â just the next platform over. And he was right, there was a blond guy there with big pecs and a huge ass. His shoulders and back had developed far more than Jesseâs ever had. Given my adventure so far, it seemed only natural that Jesse would have a few changes too.
There was a doorframe in the middle of the platform. Jesse opened it and stepped through. He didnât come out the other side. Oh fuck, had I lost him?
I was almost there. And there was a path! A long balance beam between my platform and his. I gave a wistful look at the flower⊠maybe I should fuel up, before I went? No! I had to be strong. I had to keep going.
I stepped cautiously onto the beam. I could see a pool below, filled with a shining pink liquid. What would happen if I swam in the liquid? How would I change? I was tempted to dive in and find out.
I walked across the beam carefully. My stomach rumbled, craving more cum already. My cock was hard and dripping, so I licked my fingers as I went. I felt so lucky to have a big hard cock with juicy ballsâŠ
Even if it was hard to concentrate.
God I was horny. I needed to satisfy my cock soon.
I just kept moving forward one step at a time, trying to ignore my sex drive. Jesse was so close now.
I finally stepped off the beam. I couldnât believe Iâd gotten all the way across. It felt like the first thing that had gone right since I arrived. Maybe the clown wanted me to find Jesse?
I ran for the door and pulled it open. There was a misty pink fog âinsideâ. I circled around â the other side of the frame was empty. Iâve watched enough movies. It wasnât a door â it was a portal.
So I took a deep breath and stepped through.
I glanced back. Of course the doorway was gone now. Whatever realm Iâd entered, Iâd have to find another way out.
But I could see a blond figure through the mist. Big perky pecs. A beautiful ass. I ran towards him, shouting his name.
He spun around and grinned happily.
âOh my god, Smith,â he gasped, wrapping me in a big hug. His arms felt good around me, strong and muscular. âItâs like⊠so good to see you!â he giggled. âAnd I think youâre happy to see me,â he laughed, reaching down and groping my dripping cock through my pyjamas.
God that felt good. I loved the way he played with my balls.
âMmmmâŠâ I moaned. âI finally found you!â
We stayed like that for a minute, me wrapped in his strong arms. I was feeling lightheaded. Was it his smell? Jesse smelled like a hard workout at the gym. Or was it the mist? The more I breathed it in, the harder it was toâŠ
âUm⊠like uh⊠what is this stuff?â I asked. Jesse relaxed his hold on me and I stepped back regretfully.
âI donât know,â he laughed. âBut it feels good, doesnât it?â
âWe need toâŠâ I started. Wait. What was I saying?
âWe need to⊠why canât I think?â I giggled. "All my thoughts are like⊠so fluffy andâŠâ
âI know, right?â Jesse giggled back. âI feel like so⊠like⊠pink! And slutty! Yeah⊠mmm⊠my ass is like, so hungry!â
âAnd Iâm sooooo thirsty!â I whined. âCan I suck your cock?â
Jesse nodded eagerly. He was wearing a pair of plaid boxers that hugged that beautiful ass⊠he kicked them off so I could get at his cock. I fell to my knees and swallowed his thick pole.
âMmmphâŠâ I moaned, tasting another manâs cock for the first time.
I swished my tongue around it, just like Iâd done to the flower. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though I knew it had only been a few minutes. Or hours? Time worked differently here⊠I couldnât keep track of it.
But I had a cock in my mouth. Everything was perfect.
âYeah dudeâŠâ Jesse moaned, grabbing my hair and pulling me up and down his length. I almost choked a couple of times. I needed more practice. I wanted more practice.
âMmmâŠâ I moaned over and over. âšâIâm gonna cum!â Jesse grunted. It seemed like an eternity before he finally released his load to me. His cock pulsed in my mouth. He flooded my throat with delicious cum.
âReady to return the favour?â Jesse giggled.
âCâmon Smith,â he begged. âFuck me with your hot cock.â
I felt my balls churn. I took another deep breath of the pink mist. Yeah, I wanted that ass. I wanted to split it open with my stud cock and fuck him til he screamed.
I dropped my pyjama pants and kicked them away.
âGet on the floor,â I ordered. I took another deep breath of the pink mist. I knew exactly what to do.
Jesse dropped onto the floor. He propped himself up on his elbows and his knees. I lined my thick cock up to his hole. He was shaved clean down there, and my cock pushed inside easily.
His ass felt incredible. Tight and thick. It grabbed my cock, sucking me inside until I was balls deep in my best budâs hole. It felt amazing, better than any pussy I ever had, thatâs for sure. I giggled, thinking about how I used to like pussy.
Iâm such a silly little slut.
I grabbed his hips and braced against them. In and out, I pounded his ass as hard as I could. I only slowed down cause I felt my balls ready to release like⊠way too soon. I wanted to keep fucking my bro forever.
âUnfâŠâ Jesse grunted under me. âUh⊠uh⊠uhfâŠâ
âThatâs right bro, take my cock,â I giggled. âTake my hot cock. Youâre such a fuckinâ slut.â
âYou know it!â Jesse moaned under me, thrusting his hips back to take it even faster.
âTake it!â I growled.
âI want it!â he screamed.
I pounded faster, loving the way his ass jiggled as my cock pushed between his cheeks. Jesse had such a hot ass. How had I never seen it before? I wanted to fuck him forever.
âMmmmâŠâ I moaned, thrusting harder.
âUh⊠uh⊠uhâŠâ he grunted.
I loved fucking ass. Dudes are so fuckinâ hot.
âMmmmmâŠâ I groaned.
I took a deep breath. The pink mist filled me again.
âIâm cumming!â I screamed.
I felt my cock pulse inside him, squeezed tight. Thatâs the thing with dudes. Theyâre so strong. So muscular. It was like nothing Iâd ever felt before.
Iâm done with pussy. Iâm all about that ass.
âUhhhhhâŠâ Jesse moaned. I could feel his cock jerking under him again.
I fell to the side, laying on the floor. Jesse collapsed in the other direction, leaving a pool of his cum on the ground. I rolled over and lapped it up. I couldnât let a delicacy go to waste.
âMmmmâŠâ I giggled. âI love your spunk bro.â
We both stared at the pink sky for a long time.
âHey,â Jesse finally asked. âWhereâd like⊠whereâs all the pink fog?â
âI dunno,â I giggled. âWhereâd our clothes go?â
Jesse sat up and looked around. We were back on an empty platform under the pink sky. Just him and me, fuckbuddies forever.
I heard a giggle behind us. The clown was back.
âThose clothes⊠they donât really suit you anymore,â the clown said. âAnd donât worry, all that pretty pink mist is safe. You sucked it all up, so now itâs filling up your empty little heads.â
âHuh?â I asked. It was still so hard to think. All I wanted was to fuck Jesse again. And maybe like⊠a couple dozen other guys. I wanted to bury my cock in so much ass⊠I thought about my clients at the gym. Too many women, not enough bros. Iâd have to fix that.
âDonât worry about it,â the clown smiled knowingly. âThe new boys always worry so much!â
âBut itâs so hard to think!â I whined, groping at my heavy balls. I could feel them filling back up, ready to fuck again. They were never gonna be empty. I couldnât drain âem fast enough. Not anymore. I laughed with joy.
âYeah⊠itâs just like⊠yâknow?â Jesse giggled.
âWhy do you need to think?â the clown asked innocently. âI mean⊠you already found your boyfriend. What else do you need?â
âHuh?â I said, confused by his question.
âBoyfriend?â Jesse asked hopefully.
âI mean⊠you two look like boyfriends,â the clown said. âLook at this boy⊠when he came here he was so confused, but now heâs learned some new tricks. Heâs got a cute little butt. Heâs got a big cock and heavy balls to do the thinking. Heâs loves sucking cock and heâs addicted to your cum. He searched the Pink World for you and he found you! That sounds like boyfriend material to me.â
âYou came looking for me?â Jesse giggled, biting his lower lip and giving me a flirty glance.
âFuck yeah!â I laughed. âYouâre like⊠totally my boyfriend!â
I stepped forward and kissed him hard. Our tongues twisted around each other. I loved the feel of his thick lips on mine. We groped at each other for years, and it ended like⊠way too soon.
I had to come up for air.
âGood boys,â the clown said, looking at us critically. âI think itâs time. Are you ready to return to the waking world?â
âWait!â Jesse cried out. âWe lost our clothes! We canât go home without clothes!â
The clown gave an exaggerated sigh.
âBeautiful boys like you shouldnât worry about clothes,â he said with a roll of his eyes. âYour society is soooooo boring. Fine â what sort of clothes do you want?â
I glanced at Jesse. We didnât need words, not for something simple like this. He returned my empty-headed grin.
âSomething pink!â we chorused.
The clown gave us a big grin too. He snapped his fingers. The whole world faded to pink.
We woke up in our bed, tangled in the sheets and each other.
The morning sun was just peeking over the horizon. I loved the light â it made our pretty pink wall glow with an energy that⊠it was totally magical.
âMorning babe,â I mumbled, my face still mashed against my pillow. I watched Jesse as he woke up. I love the way he stretches that powerful body. He turns me on like⊠for sure.
I reached down and groped my cock. I could feel the string of my thong between my cheeks. I didnât have to look⊠I knew it was pink. Thatâs like⊠our favourite colour.
âHey stud,â Jesse moaned, stretched out like a cat in the warm glow.
I ran my hand along his pecs, then around to his ass. He was wearing his favourite boxer-briefs â that neon pink pair with the glittery waistband. I wanted to rip them off him, but heâd kill me if I wrecked them.
âHowâd you sleep?â Jesse asked, rolling to face me. Heâs so pretty⊠I love his hair. Itâs like⊠totally fierce.
âMmmm⊠I had the weirdest dream,â I said, suddenly remembering. âThere was like⊠this clown or whatever⊠shit⊠itâs all slipping awayâŠâ
I can never remember my dreams. But I know theyâre good. Maybe Iâd dream it again.
âWeird,â Jesse giggled. âI dreamed about getting fucked⊠You and your big cock⊠Me and my big assâŠâ
I love him. Heâs not smart and heâs not deep, but damn, I love my hung muscle stud. His pretty pink brain is the perfect match for mine. And when we walk in a room⊠you know everyone stares.
âYou knowâŠâ I giggled. âI donât gotta work til ten.â
Jesse leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. He reached down to fondle my balls. Iâm so fuckinâ easy⊠just play with my balls and Iâm ready to rock.
âCâmon boyfriend,â Jesse teased me. âShow me what you got.â