Chapter 6: The Apartment

Chapter 6: The Apartment

I can’t say I ever expected to be moving back in here. I really thought I was going to be with Olivia for the rest of my life. I’d been back to this apartment on numerous occasions to spend time with Ben since I’d moved out, but moving my stuff back in really had an air of finality to my life with Olivia. I think until I put that first box down a part of me was expecting Olivia to come back, to walk in the door as we were packing things up, maybe a **** phone call telling me she’d made a mistake. Actually putting my stuff back into my old room really drove home the fact that it really was over. I’ll probably never see Olivia again. I was really hitting me hard, but Ben did his best to keep my spirits up and keep my mind off of it.

As we were moving things in we started reminiscing about the good times we’d spent in this apartment together. We traded stories of some of our best, and most embarrassing times. Being friends as long as we have, we both had a lot of stories.

“Hey Ben, remember when our landlord threatened to evict us after I brought that stacked blonde home for the night.”

“That was bad! I don’t know if she thought she was auditioning for a porno, or if she actually screamed like that.”

“Shit, I was fucking her and even I found it obnoxious. Is the landlord giving you shit for your escapades now? With that cannon between your legs, and the fact you felt the need to warn me about the noise, you’ve gotta be disturbing some neighbors.”

Looking a little embarrassed Ben muttered quietly, “It hasn’t really been a problem.”

“You telling me that cock is just for looks, all flash, no substance? It’s a real shame to have a body like that end up terrible in bed.”

With more than a little indignation Ben replied, “There’s been more than a few noise complaints.” After a momentary pause, and a return of the embarrassed blush on his face, Ben continued, “They just aren’t an issue anymore.”

“Did that hard-ass that runs this place give up or something?”

“Something like that.”

“Come on, you’re going to have to explain better than that.”

With a sigh Ben gave up on being evasive and started to explain. “Remember when you were giving me shit for still living in this place and paying rent after I “struck it big”. You went on and on about how I could buy a place and never need to worry about a rent check again. It got me thinking, and eventually I ended up, sort of …buying the building.”

“You bought the building.” I echoed with a little shock in my voice.

“It’s managed by a company, but this way it’s an investment of sorts. I make money off the other tenants instead of paying rent myself. It works out pretty well.”

“…and the noise complaints?”

“They pass them along to me, but they can’t exactly evict the owner of the building.”

“So you decided the best way to stop paying rent was to buy the entire apartment building you lived in. Just how much money do you have!?”

“Not that much, but I’m-“

“Comfortable” I interrupted and rolled my eyes, before Ben could repeat the only vague answer he would ever give. “Well I was going to offer to pay my share of the rent while I was living here, but not anymore.”

“That’ll be fine.” Ben replied with a laugh.

The following days fell back into a comfortable routine, and days turned into weeks. In some ways it was like I’d never moved out. We hung out all the time and fell back into many of our old patterns. In other ways things couldn’t be more different. It was deeply embarrassing the first time I needed something off of one of the highest shelves. I had to ask Ben to get it down for me because I had no hope of reaching it in my reduced frame. I used to be the one bringing women home, now there was a seemingly endless parade of women, and men, into Ben’s bedroom more days than not. Ben was right about the noise. I’m not sure if he gravitated towards screamers, or if Ben was just that good, but most nights the apartment was overcome with a cacophony of feminine moans and screams, masculine grunts, and a few nights the combination of both.

It would have made sleeping hard, but I wouldn’t have been getting much sleep anyway. I’d reached the point where I was horny enough that it was interfering with my life and focus, making sleep difficult and fitful, but it hadn’t yet gotten bad enough that I could get myself off with my dildo. I’d tried a few times, and I could feel myself getting closer to the peak, but inevitably my muscles gave out before I could cross the finish line to orgasm. The sounds echoing through the apartment, that could have easily been the soundtrack to your average porn video, weren’t doing my arousal any favors.

Clothing hadn’t gotten to the point of being excruciating, but I still spent most of my time in my room naked. The boyshorts I now wore for underwear weren’t yet excruciating, but they weren’t comfortable either. Any time I wasn’t hanging out with Ben I was naked in my room working on further translations. I still hadn’t given up on find answers somewhere on those cave walls.

Out of curiosity I tried showing the pictures and videos to Ben. He could see the images contained in them just as clearly as I could. Ben was a little flushed and embarrassed watching it. It must have been a shock for him to see what each of us used to look like compared to what we looked like now standing in the room watching that video. It certainly still shocked me to think of it, and I’d been watching this stuff for months. It made me feel a lot less crazy knowing that Ben could see the images, unlike every other person I’d showed them to, but that was about all it accomplished. Even had I asked, Ben wouldn’t have really been able to help with any of the translations. It was still up to me.

In the past weeks I had been able to make a fair bit of progress while my mind hadn’t yet descended back into the full haze of arousal. The focus of the writings seemed to shift to the Ixlu, what they were, and what they wanted. Truth be told even the Ixlutani didn’t know a ton about the Ixlu, so their writings were often confusing and contradictory. The Ixlutani worshiped the Ixlu as gods, but that didn’t mean they really understood them. A big part of the problem is that the Ixlutani didn’t seem to have words to describe many of the concepts they were trying to explain. Hell, English doesn’t have words for a lot of this. I’ve done my best to not just translate the writings, but also to interpret them into something that makes some sense.

The Ixlu do not exist in the same world we live in. Obviously the Ixlutani do not have words for this, and this is just my best guess, but the best way I can interpret what they’ve written is that the Ixlu are extra-dimensional entities. They don’t perceive time in the same way we do, all events happen simultaneously for the Ixlu. The Ixlutani claim they exist now, have always existed, and will always exist, looking across all of time and perceiving it all at once. Time as a concept simply doesn’t exist for the Ixlu.

On the other hand the Ixlu seem to be extremely limited in space. They can only exist at very specific places and seem to be unable to move in any way. It has something to do with natural harmonies and points of amplification. The cave we stumbled upon seems to be one of these places where the Ixlu can manifest in our reality. The location determines which Ixlu can manifest and its prevailing concern. Ours was the Cave of the Warrior and there were earlier references to the Cave of the Mother. They make vague references to other focal points where the Ixlu exist and exhibit different effects.

This brings me to another confusing part of the Ixlu. The Ixlutani themselves don’t seem to know basic facts regarding the Ixlu. Primarily they cannot decide if the Ixlu is a single entity or phenomenon manifesting in many places, dozens of individuals of the same race in different locations, or if there are an effectively unlimited number with only a few able to manifest in our world. Throughout their writings the words they use to indicate the Ixlu shift and change. Sometimes they are referred to in the singular, other times in the plural. This shifts the syntax around the Ixlu, referring to it and them seemingly interchangeably, making the translations particularly challenging.

What I could find out was that the disc in the far wall of the cave was the Ixlu there. The disc covered in the seemingly endless interwoven lines. The writing becomes ambiguous quickly. I’m not sure if that disc was physically the Ixlu, something that actually existed in our universe and could be touched, or if it was simply an image of the Ixlu carved there by the Ixlutani and it was through this image the Ixlu could manifest its power. What I do know is that even when the video is paused, or when I’m looking at still camera images of that disc, it seems to shift and move out of the corner of my eye. Looking at it directly, it’s always perfectly still. When I look away and look back the pattern seems to be subtly different, but not in any way I could quantify. Without any defined beginning or end, it’s impossible to say if a single line has shifted. I would swear from one day to the next the patterns in the images had changed completely, but the file is unaltered. Obviously I have no way to record these changes so it might all be in my mind.

The final, and most confusing, aspect of the Ixlu I could decipher was the third aspect of their existence. They are unbound in time, extremely limited in their relationship to space, but it is a third aspect that seems to make up the bulk of their existence. The Ixlu are primarily concerned with a word that doesn’t translate directly. Things are getting a little reductive at this point, but the Ixlu seem to manipulate something the Ixlutani call “Ix”, what I referred to as “essence” earlier. The “Ixlutani” are literally “the people or worshipers of the Ixlu”. The “Ixlu” in turn are literally “beings made of Ix”. Ix has no directly analogous word in English, but I’ll try my best to explain the concept.

The concept of Ix is the concept of a concept. The Ixlu see the world made up of concrete units of concepts, or ideas, fundamental building blocks of essence. That is Ix. The Ixlu can manipulate this Ix in order to change our world and the people within it. The Ixlu feed on this Ix and need it to survive. At the same time they are limited by the Ix they can interact with based on their location.

For example there would be a very specific point in space where the Ixlu of “Blue” could manifest. An Ixlu concerned with and able to manipulate the “Blue-ness” of objects and the world around them. People could approach this point and make offerings to the Ixlu. The simplest idea would be to bring two ceramic vessels to this Ixlu, one painted blue, the other unpainted. The Ixlu would drain the blue from the first vessel, feed on part of the blue, and return the remainder. This returned blue could be put back onto the first vessel, slightly less intensely blue than before. However there is another option, one the Ixlutani would have used for the transaction, the returned blue could be transferred to the second vessel, and it could be transferred in new infinitely intricate patterns and designs of blue on the surface the Ixlutani could never paint themselves.

Alternatively both vessels could have been painted blue to start. The Ixlu could drain the blue from the first vessel, feed upon it, and return the remaining blue to the second already blue vessel. This would create blue of intensity far greater than the Ixlutani could achieve with paint alone. They illustrate the concept with weapons as well. They could bring two identical weapons to the appropriate point, and appropriate Ixlu, where the longevity, or sharpness, or some other feature of the weapon could be drained from one and put into the other. This would result in an axe that falls to dust while the second would become nigh indestructible, or an axe that’s completely dull, while the second is sharp enough to cut a leaf in two that is dropped upon its blade.

This formed a symbiotic relationship between the Ixlu and the Ixlutani. The Ixlutani would bring objects or people possessing the type of Ix that the Ixlu desired. The Ixlu would feed upon this Ix and then move the remainder into a different object or person as desired by the Ixlutani. This meant the Ixlu got fed and the Ixlutani could magnify or manipulate any aspect of any object or person that they wanted.

Specifically the Ixlu in the Cave of the Warrior seems to be concerned with the concept of masculinity or intrinsic maleness. My circumcision signaled to the Ixlu that my masculinity was “unprotected” and that I wanted it transferred to the “Warrior” that I brought with me. So it drained the Ix of my masculinity while feeding on some of it and put the rest of it into Ben, magnifying his masculine traits while reducing mine.

Communication between the Ixlutani and the Ixlu was fraught with difficulty and confusion. The Ixlu do not have language as humanity does, instead they can only be communicated with through the limited ways humans can manipulate Ix. This was something the Ixlutani struggled with to convey their wishes to the Ixlu even as they brought them tributes to be manipulated. I guess my circumcision changed my masculine Ix in such a way that we signaled to the Ixlu in that cave that I wanted to have my masculinity drained.

I filled Ben in on all that I learned, and he was horrified by it. We’d both known that Ben had come out of our experience in the cave much better for it, while I had been… diminished. Knowing now that everything that he had gained had come directly from me, seemed to make it all so much worse in Ben’s mind.

“So you’re telling me that basically every inch that got added to my dick came directly off of yours!?” Ben exclaimed angrily.

“Well, sort of, yeah.”

“Well then we’re going to fix this. I’ll give it back, I can’t live with all of this knowing I took it from you.”

“I don’t think you can give it back.” I answered sadly.

“We’ll just go back to that cave. It’ll drain me this time and give it all back to you!” Ben declared, eyes burning with determination.

Shaking my head sadly I had to dissuade him of the notion. “It’s not going to work. I don’t think that cave was done with me. I’m pretty sure you pulled me out of there before it had finished with me. If I ever go back there I’m not sure I’ll be leaving with a cock at all. Even if I’m wrong, I’m still circumcised and you’re not. It would just start the process all over again.”

“I’ll get cut… if that’s what it takes to fix this, I’ll do it.” I could tell Ben hated the idea, but if it would fix this he’d go through with it for me.

“I appreciate that, but I don’t think even that would do it. Then we’d both be circumcised and probably nothing would happen like when we were both uncut.”

“…There are procedures-“

“It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted, “Even if we could get the transfer going in the right direction and control things perfectly, and that’s a pretty big if, things won’t be what they were before. Remember the Ixlu feeds on a portion of what it takes. Even if we could take back exactly what you gained, giving you the same body you went into the cave with, what I could get back would be less than what I gave up. It was diminished when it was given to you, and it would be diminished again if it was transferred back.”

“There has to be something we can try.” Ben said sadly, clearly feeling even more guilt over this whole thing than he felt before.

“I’ve still got a fair bit of the walls left to translate. There’s still hope, who knows what I could find.” I said, trying to sound more hopeful than I felt for Ben’s sake.

“I suppose.”

Actually perking up a little I added, “I do have some good news for both of us.”

“What’s that?” Ben answered curiously.

“Well, when the Ixlu change people they give them certain gifts.”

“What kind of ‘gifts’?”

“It was a symbiotic relationship between the Ixlutani and the Ixlu. The better the Ixlutani did, the more Ix they could feed the Ixlu, so it was in their best interest to make the Ixlutani as strong as they could. With this in mind the Ixlu did their best to ensure that no two members of the Ixlutani ever died in the same way. The Ixlu are largely ignorant of our world, so they couldn’t help in advance, but anytime someone they’d touched had died, they would alter the others to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

“In the cave it talks about how members of the Ixlutani have stronger bones which almost never break, how wounds heal faster, flesh knits itself together in days instead of weeks. It talks about people getting injured and dying of “the rot” which is probably how they would have described a wound getting infected, and dying of gangrene. Once they started worshiping the Ixlu that stopped. So it looks like they were immune to bacterial infection, maybe fungal too.

“The one thing that they hadn’t died from was viral infections. They’d stayed pretty well isolated and hadn’t been infected by any viral agents. That is, until the colonists showed up. If you remember, they killed the Ixlutani by infecting them with small pox and other viral pathogens. The Ixlu couldn’t protect them, because they’d never been exposed before. We’ve been changed since then, so we’re almost certainly altered to be immune to viruses.”

“Wait, you’re telling me we’re immune to disease?” Ben asked incredulously.

“Not all of them. There’s still probably various cancers, auto-immune diseases, and other rare things the Ixlutani wouldn’t have been exposed to that we won’t have protection from. But for the most part, yeah we’re pretty much immune to disease. I haven’t been sick since the change, have you?”

“No.”

“And we heal faster in general too. I’m not out there fighting with swords or anything, but I did notice a paper cut healed pretty quickly.”

“I guess that explains why they worshiped these things like gods.” Ben said, taking a moment to absorb the new realities of our lives.

“I can’t say I blame them.” I answered, similarly pensive.

The weeks continued to pass, I continued work on my translations, and more people passed through Ben’s bedroom. It had been a significant time since my last orgasm and the sexual haze I was in started to get thicker, clouding my mind and slowing my progress. Even so I still hadn’t reached the point where I could get off with my dildo alone. Another week or two and I’d probably be back at that point, but I’m not sure I can wait that long.

Without the opportunity to bury my face between Olivia’s thighs on a regular basis, my thoughts had been drifting to pleasures less closely associated with women. The last satisfying orgasm I had was with Ben pounding me in that cave. I found myself wondering what it would feel like now, with Ben’s bigger cock. Really any cock pounding my prostate was starting to sound better and better. I knew that kind of stimulation could bring me off, as opposed to trying with my useless cock, so my fantasies had become much more anally focused. The real problem with my dildo was that my arms or legs gave out before I got off, if there was someone, anyone, on the other side of that cock then I could probably get off right now.

Ben has repeatedly tried to convince me to go out to some clubs with him. I just kept telling him I wasn’t ready. Even if I could convince a woman to date a tiny freak like me, it’s not like I could perform once it was time to head to the bedroom. Ben always got really offended when I called myself a tiny freak or any variation thereof. I know he used to be smaller, but he was never this small. I’d avoided drawing any parallels between my current form and what he used to be, saying it out loud seems far too offensive. Ben tried to tell me that I’m not as bad looking as I claim, but as much as I appreciate him trying to cheer me up I know it’s a lie. Who could be interested in someone who looks like me? I’m tiny, weak, and I barely have a cock.

Regardless, Ben has kept me up to date on his escapades in the clubs seemingly hoping that I’ll change my mind one of these days. He even tells me about the gay clubs he’s been frequenting, but that’s always been intended more as small talk just filling me in on how his days have been going. What Ben didn’t know was how closely I was listening, and the ideas it put in my head. More and more these past days all I could think about was getting someone on the other end of a cock to pound me into bliss. In a lot of my fantasies it was Ben driving his cock into me, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask that of him. A gorgeous guy like him has his pick of partners to writhe on the end of his cock. I couldn’t ask him to compromise for a freak like me. Not to mention the implications it would have for our friendship, whether he felt obligated to say yes, or was repulsed enough to rebuff my advances. Neither option was particularly positive. So instead the fantasies became anonymous men from the gay clubs Ben talked about.

Eventually I gave in to my desires. I knew Ben was going out that night, and he was looking for a woman that evening, so I wouldn’t accidentally run into him. That would be beyond embarrassing. There was one particular gay club Ben talked about which had cultivated a reputation for casual sex. I got dressed up in my best looking clothes and set out to get fucked.

Walking through that club was more than a little surreal. My past experiences with clubs has always been a little bit different, for one I was pursuing women, and for another I was the one doing the pursuing. That and I was now the smallest person in the entire room. I knew how things worked as a man trying to convince a woman to go home with me for the night. I had no idea how a man was supposed to approach a man for the same thing, knowing I’d be the one getting fucked at the end of it.

I wandered around self-consciously for a while, eventually getting a drink at the bar. I felt like every eye in the place was one me. From the moment I’d walked in the door, I was sure everyone was staring at me. Anytime I turned to make eye contact with someone it was like they hastily looked away. I’m not sure how much was my being paranoid, feeling exposed here, and how much was the regulars getting a good look at the little freak that had just walked into their establishment.

Standing at the bar my first strategy was to take the approach of most women I’d pursued, stand there and hope to attract a man to talk to me. I was finishing my second drink without so much as a “Hey” from anyone besides the bartender by the time I realized that wasn’t going to work. A big part of me wanted to admit this was a terrible idea to begin with, I’d failed and I should go home before I further humiliated myself. That’s what I should have done, but the button I called my cock throbbing away within my pants wasn’t going to let that happen.

I decided to take a more… aggressive approach. I was here, I already felt thoroughly demoralized, how much worse could it get. I looked around the bar and found a guy. He was a little on the short side, but still several inches taller than me. I picked him out because he was average to below-average looking compared to the rest of the guys here. Looking like I did I knew I had no shot with the hottest men in the room, I just had to hope that I was reaching for someone within my grasp.

I had a few techniques to try and seduce a woman, but I doubted they really applied in this situation. I tried to think about what would work on me if a woman approached me wanting to take me home for the night. It was the only point of reference I had, even if it was a bad place to start.

“Hey.” I said walking up to my chosen target.

“Hey” he answered back, sizing me up, uncertainty clear on his face.

Silence stretched between us for an uncomfortably long time before I realized I had to say something. “I really want to get fucked tonight.” I know it sounded like a line from a cheesy porno, but I panicked, and it was true. My potential date’s eyes widened in surprise at my comment.

“You want me to fuck you!?” he replied with emphasis on the me and you.

“Uh-huh” I nodded in what I hoped was a seductive manner. At this his face darkened into scowl of distain.

“I don’t know who put you up to this, but tell them I’m not taking part in their joke. The idea that someone like you would ever be with someone like me, isn’t funny, it’s just cruel. We both know what each of us looks like.” He said abruptly turning and walking away, his face crumpled into a grimace of anger.

After being degraded like that I once again though about giving up on this foolish endeavor and going home, but my libido was still more insistent than my good sense. I tried approaching another man, but was met with similar failure, derision, and disbelief. After two more humiliating rejections I was finally **** to admit that this wasn’t going to work. I walked up to the bar for one final drink to drown my sorrows before heading home in disgrace. It was just as I was about to leave that I was approached by a man I hadn’t talked to yet.

Truth be told, he was better looking than I thought I had any chance with. I never would have approached him on my own. From my diminshished perspective it was hard to judge his exact height, but he was about average. He was brunet with his hair shaved close on the sides and left longer on the top. He was shirtless and had an attractive tattoo running down his left arm. Having just come off the dancefloor and I could see sweat beginning to gather on his bare torso. It highlighted the muscular definition of his chest as he breathed a little heavily from his recent exertion. He wasn’t the most muscular guy in here, but it was clear he put in some time at the gym to keep himself in shape.

“Hey, my name’s Christian.”

“Kyle.” I answered blushing.

“I heard what those other guys said to you, and that wasn’t cool. Some guys are way too fixated on appearance.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I replied looking at the floor in shame.

“If you’re still looking to get fucked, I don’t live far. Wanna get outta here?” he continued, lust dripping from his voice.

“Ok!” I replied hastily, realizing too late just how **** that made me look. With a broad smile across his face Christian led me out of the club and back to his place.

It was somewhere on the trip back that I realized just how **** I really was now. I’d just walked out of club with a man I’d never met before, before heading off into the night where no one knew I was going. Christian was inches taller than me and much, much stronger. He could do anything he wanted to me and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop him. This must be how women always feel going home with a guy. I should feel terrified, but really I was just more turned-on.

We barely had the door of his apartment shut before I was tearing off my shirt. Once free of the restricting cloth, Christian leaned down and started kissing my neck. At first I was uncertain about kissing a guy, but the moment his lips touched my skin all doubts vanished. I pulled him close to me and started kissing him back with just as much passion. Locked together with our lips never leaving one another for long, Christian led me towards the bedroom. Once we reached the edge of the bed he lifted me into the air and threw me back onto the soft surface. Feeling so helpless sent a bolt of arousal straight to my already solid cock.

Christian then took a moment to strip off his own pants before standing there at the foot of the bed naked. He too was erect, but with a much more impressive cock than I could currently boast. It wasn’t as big as mine used to be, but it was respectable. He was cut and about average in length, somewhere between five and six inches but I couldn’t be sure exactly. Where he really shone was in girth. He had a nice fat cock, which I could already imagine spreading me open and making me moan in ecstasy.

I quickly got to work unbuttoning my pants, lifting my hips off the bed to push them down over my expanded ass to press them down to my knees. Lowering my rear back to the bed I lifted my feet into the air where Christian was able to grab the waist of my pants and underwear ripping them off of me in one smooth motion before throwing them onto the floor next to the bed.

He stood there eyes tracing over my body silently for a few moments. Eyes flowing over my shapeless upper body before reaching the nub at my crotch. Christian’s eyes widened for a moment, and I was afraid he realized he’d made a mistake bringing me home with him. Instead his turgid cock bobbed in the air as his groin tensed in arousal, as he uttered the words, “That’s so hot.” He crawled on top of the bed moving until his face was inches from my solid cock. “Can I suck it?” he asked, voice thick with lust.

“Please, I need to be fucked.” Was all I could utter in reply.

“Well I never turn down a man in need.” He answered with a small chuckle, adjusting his position before grabbing me by the hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I quickly angled my hips aiming my hole towards him to help him line up the thick organ that even now I could feel drooling pre-cum onto my ass. Reaching over to a bottle of lube on his bedside table, Christian slathered the both of us in the slick fluid to ease his impending passage.

Christian wasted no time in pressing himself into me. I could feel his hesitation as he started slow expecting resistance, but my welcoming hole opened around him almost pulling him in. Shock turned into arousal as he pressed himself in fully. The sparks of joy I felt shooting through me from the initial penetration turned into an overwhelming wave of bliss as I felt his rigid cock press firmly into my prostate. I could feel the muscles inside me begin working and pulling at Christian’s cock almost begging for more. Moans of ecstasy issued forth from both of our lips at this point.

This was where Christian started thrusting and pounding in earnest. He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside of me before pressing himself back into the knot of pleasure within me. Out and in, out and in, three times causing the pleasure within me to grow with each impact. But it was on this third thrust that I felt his cock spasm as he pressed himself fully inside of me, unloading his thick cum as he was overcome with orgasm.

Christian slumped forward panting for a moment, before pulling his rapidly softening cock out of my hole. Panting, and with a look of shame on his face, he looked me in the eye as he brushed back long strands of sweat-slicked hair that had fallen over his face and said, “I’m sorry… I swear… that never happens to me.”

“It’s ok, it happens to everyone sometimes.” I said disappointed, hoping my lie wasn’t too obvious.

“Give me a few minutes to get hard and we can go again.” He said clearly flustered by cumming so fast. “I know what’ll speed up the process, I can give that adorable cock of yours that blowjob.”

“Actually I’d much rather get a closer look at your cock. Why don’t you lie down, and we’ll see how quickly I can get that cock of yours hard again.” I said trying my best to sound seductive. While I was **** to keep him away from my cock and the oversensitivity I would experience there, I was surprised myself that the desire in my performance was actually genuine. I really did want to get a closer look at the organ between his legs.

“Ok.” He said with a smile before rolling over to lie on his back on the bed. I quickly threw a leg over him straddling his waist and pressing my amble bottom down onto the base of his flaccid cock. I took a moment to grind into his groin before leaning forward and kissing his neck. I got up onto my hands and knees before sliding down Christian’s body running my tongue down from his neck over his pectorals until I swirled it around his left nipple, sucking the sensitive nub into my mouth for a moment. As I shifted down his body I felt my tiny cock pressing into the base of Christian’s flaccid, but much larger organ. As my mouth continued its journey down his chest, I could feel the head of my dicklet rub its way down Christian’s member drooling pre-cum along his length.

Kissing down over his abs and past his belly button, eventually my mouth reached the base of Christian’s organ. I reached out and lifted his still soft cock up onto his belly, holding it there with my fingers as I brought my mouth down to his scrotum. I sucked first his left ball into my mouth rolling it around gently, before moving onto the right. With my fingers I could feel his cock begin to plump up once again as blood began to rush back in. Letting his ball drop from my mouth I ran my tongue up his length pressing into the point under his cockhead where his frenulum would have once been. From there I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of the cum that still leaked out of his dickhead.

Running my hands over the shaft of his cock, I realized this was the first real dick I’d touched since mine had shrunk down to hilarious proportions. I missed it. The feeling of the soft skin sliding over the solid core within. Simply being able to use a full hand to close around the shaft and be able to slide up and down, instead of being **** to use two fingers at most. Sucking on the dick of another man made me nostalgic for when I’d had a real dick of my own.

It was around the time of this sad realization that Christian’s dick got back to full hardness. I popped it out of my mouth before pressing his cock into the side of my face, looking up at him and asking, “Time for round two?” He could only nod in response, looking down at me with eyes blown out with arousal. With that I crawled up to straddle his groin once more, his vertical cock slapping against my own for a moment as my groin passed over his as I got into position. Using my hand to hold his cock up I carefully maneuvered myself down on top of him. The cum from our last tryst, still leaking out of me, served to lubricate his cock as it entered me.

Christian grabbed onto my hips and pressed me down onto his cock even as he thrust up pressing his cock back into my prostate. Pre-cum dripped from my cock, pooling onto his abs. once again I could feel the pleasure within me rising, and the muscles of my passage clenching in ecstasy. This time Christian made it five thrusts before I could feel his cock pulsing within me shooting me full of his sticky load.

The moment it happened, Christian yelled out in pleasure pressing up into me, muscles throughout his body standing out in sharp relief as they strained in orgasm, before he collapsed back onto the bed panting. The moment he realized what had happened again he blushed red over his entire body, deeply embarrassed. “I’m so, so sorry. I swear this never happens.”

“It’s alright.” I said pulling myself off of his softening organ, his cum running out of me to pool on his groin.

“I’ve never felt anything like that. How do you do that… thing you do?” he asked in awe.

“What thing?”

“That thing where it feels like your ass is a thousand hands trying to pull an orgasm right out of my soul. I’m exaggerating, but not that much. The muscles in your ass all pulse and pull in the most amazing way, I’ve never had a bottom do anything even close to that before. Where did you learn it?”

“I didn’t learn anything, that’s just how I am.” I replied honestly.

Looking down at my insignificant, but still hard cock, Christian grimaced for a moment. “I feel bad, we still didn’t get you off. I can still give you that blowjob.” He said apologetically.

“That’s ok, I’m not really a fan of blowjobs.”

“For someone who isn’t a fan of blowjobs you give a great one. Do you want to stay the night, we can go again in the morning? And I’m only, like 40% motivated to say that cause I want to fuck that amazing ass of yours again.” He said with a smile.

“I’ve got to get up early in the morning, I think I’ll just head home now.” I lied, as I climbed off the bed and started looking for my pants.

“Well then, maybe I’ll see you around the club again sometime.”

“Yeah I’ll see you around.” I said as I finished getting dressed.

“I’d walk you to the door, but I’m not sure I can walk yet.” He laughed, letting his head fall back against his pillow.

“Don’t worry about it.” I said with a small smile as I walked out of his apartment.

After that unmitigated disaster my feelings of shame won out over my feelings of desperation and lust. For a few days at least. I did my best to write off the Christian incident as a freak occurrence, I could try again with a different guy and I’d be able to get off then. I actually convinced myself that that was true and then I ventured back out to the club again when I was sure Ben wouldn’t be there.

Once again I suffered a few humiliating rejections of shock and disbelief before someone decided to take me home. This new guy came even faster than Christian, and he couldn’t get it up a second time to try again. So once again I was **** to leave unrelieved and even more **** and horny than when I started.

I even tried the club a third time. I suffered the humiliation again before finding a third guy willing to take a chance on a freak like me. Once again we went back to his place and once again he came in fewer than ten strokes. I was **** to admit that this wasn’t working, the problem was me and not these other guys. I guess I’m simply doomed to never get a satisfying fuck, men or women, ever again.

Meanwhile my levels of arousal had peaked once more. I was pretty sure I was at the point I could get off with my replica dildo cock once again, but Ben had noticed my increasingly foul disposition. He’d been spending a lot of time around the apartment trying to engage me in activities to buoy up my mood. It made sure I didn’t have a chance to spend some discreet time with my silicone friend, let alone ensure Ben wouldn’t be able to hear my **** whimpers as I slid it inside myself.

The more hours we spent together; watching movies, or playing video games, the more and more frequently I had to tear my eyes away from his chiseled arms, or trying to stare a hole through his tight pants. In fact, the time with Ben was having the exact opposite effect that he hoped. I was more aroused, ****, and miserable than ever before.

One night during a marathon gaming session on the couch, I was having so much trouble focusing that I was dying repeatedly. This led Ben to decide it was time to call it a night. I headed to bed and quickly fell into fitful unconsciousness. Tossing and turning in my bed led into vivid dreams as I drifted off to sleep. My arousal was evidently spilling over into my dreamscape. I found myself standing in the cave where all of this started once more. I was completely naked and ragingly hard. I was back in my old body, tall, strong, manly, and most importantly with a seven inch cock I could be proud of instead of the humiliating cocklet of the waking world. My restored cock even had a foreskin again.

Reaching down I gave myself a few experimental strokes, luxuriating in the pleasurable feelings shooting from my groin. For most of my life my dick had been a welcome friend, ready to satisfy my sexual needs whenever I wanted. These past months it was like my body had betrayed me, what was once the center of my sexual life only brought pain and heartache. As my fingers danced up and down my long shaft once more it was like all of the pain melted away.

Tearing me from my self-examination a feminine voice rang out from behind me. Turning to look I saw Olivia seated on the raised dais, sitting there completely nude, legs curled under herself posing sexily.

“Get over here and fuck me with your huge cock.” She breathed huskily.

I quickly walked over and pressed her back onto the stone, spreading her legs and kneeling between them before leaning own to kiss her neck. I ran my fingers over her soft folds, tweaking her clit with my thumb, before grabbing my cock and lining myself up with her nether lips. With a powerful thrust I pressed into her balls deep. Our gasps of ecstasy intertwined and echoed off the walls of the cave. I was overcome with feelings of pleasure I was certain I would never feel again. I feared that I would never feel the velvet caress of a woman’s sex over my nonexistent waking cock. Even if this was only a dream, forged from my own memories, it was a welcome experience of pleasure.

After thrusting for a few minutes Olivia changed from running her fingernails over my back to pressing against my chest and moaning, “Let’s change position.” Smiling, I pulled back and allowed my length to slip from her molten depths. Olivia rolled over before climbing onto her hands and knees, sexily waving her ass and dripping pussy as she crawled a few feet away. She looked over her shoulder before beckoning to me curling her finger seductively. Wasting no time I draped myself over her back and started fucking her doggy-style.

Bracing myself against the stone floor I was pounding into Olivia, her moans of pleasure growing louder. She was displaying the telltale signs that she was quickly on the way to orgasm, when I felt the world shift around me. The moans shifted pitch, still feminine but with a bit of a lower timbre. From one blink to the next Olivia’s body changed beneath me, so that the body I was braced overtop of no longer belonged to Olivia or even a woman at all.

I now found myself thrusting into the smaller frame of my new body. Olivia’s head and her long raven locks, were replaced by me and my short blond hair. Now instead of Olivia’s tall frame roughly lining up our heads as I thrust into her, I could feel the head of my smaller body pressing up into my chest as my cock pressed into the ass of my miniature doppelganger.

Despite my shock at the sudden shift in my dream, my hips didn’t stop moving for an instant. From outside of that body, there was a certain allure. As my hips slammed into his/my ass I had to admit that it was larger and more cushioned than that of Olivia from moments before. In fact, if I closed my eyes I could pretend the soft moans issuing from the tiny body beneath me were coming from a female.

The sensation of fucking my own ass was quickly bringing me to my peak, and I knew with only a few more thrusts I’d be spraying all over my own prostate. With my eyes closed focusing on the sensation of my ass pulsating around my cock as I felt my foreskin rolling back and forth over the head of my cock. I was moments from orgasm when I felt the world shift around me again and the sensations on my cock vanished.

The soft supple body beneath me was gone and all I could feel was my hands and knees pressing onto the stone below me. That and the solid rod of pleasure pressing into my ass, thrusting into the pleasurable button inside me. I was now in my current tiny body, arching my lower back up as I was being pounded into the rock below me. Even now I couldn’t restrain the moans of pleasure flying freely from my mouth, even as I turned my head to look back over my shoulder. I could see my old body leaning over me grunting as it thrust into me, bringing me to the heights of pleasure. Looking at my strong arms and broad shoulders I was simultaneously overcome with lust and loss, looking at the gorgeous body I had lost once again.

Wrapping his arms around my chest my old body lifted me into the air, pressing me into his chest. Pulling out of my own embrace I stood up as my larger frame did the same. The two of us standing next to each other was the harshest reminder of all that I had lost. The top of my head was only able to reach the level of my old chest, and looking up at my old face filled me with arousal and shame. Reaching out with both hands, I ran my right hand over my old cock, fingers too small the wrap all the way around it, feeling my foreskin pull over the head with my stroke. While my left hand pressed own into the nub between my legs, too small to stroke in the same way I could pleasure the cock in my other hand. Fingers pressing into the circumcision scar on my tiny shaft, I was overcome with a sense of loss.

Putting his hands on my shoulders, my old body directed me to the edge of the dais as he walked down the stairs and into the pool of water surrounding it. The dais was positioned at the proper height for my body standing on the ramp leading down into the pool to line his hips up just over the lip of the raised stone platform. Using his large strong hands, my old body positioned me on my back on the dais. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders as he lined his cock up with my asshole before thrusting powerfully inside once more, pulling a moan of ecstasy from my mouth.

Less than a minute of thrusting later I felt the world start to shift once again, only different this time. Rather than a sudden shudder to the world with everything shifting from one blink of the eyes to the next, this was a slower shift. The rather than a sudden jolt, the world felt unstable around me almost like trying to stand in a moving vehicle for a prolonged time. Despite my disorientation I could feel my partner begin to change once more. The first indication was that I could feel the cock in my ass begin to grow, stretching my hole to new limits it had never felt before. Looking up at the figure looming over me, I could see the rest of the body begin to shift slowly over the course of about a minute. He got taller, stretching even further above me. He got more muscular, arms, chest, and abs bulging with sculpted muscle. His cock grew to unbelievable proportions, stretching me and bringing me to the exquisite line between pleasure and pain. Finally, the face of the figure above me shift and changed, my blond hair and above average looks warped and changed into the rich brown hair and model caliber looks of Ben.

“Fuck Kyle, you’re so tight.” He grunted at me as he thrust inside, receiving a moan of appreciation from me after a particularly well aimed movement of his hips.

Once again I could feel the eruption of orgasm start to build, this time centered in my ass, and not the cock I had lost yet again. With each thrust of his hips, Ben brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could tell he was getting close, his movements becoming more erratic as he grunted my name over and over. I was also finding it hard to keep quiet under his persistent pounding. Desperately and with need I was calling his name, “Ben… Ben… Ben,” quietly muttered under my breath at first, more a gasp of pleasure than a word. But as I felt the orgasm rising within me I began to call out louder and louder.

I felt Ben tense and spray within me, and that was all it took to push me over the edge into my own orgasm. In the wash of pleasure I screamed out, “BEN!” as I felt my cocklet begin to spurt into the air.

At that moment I was startled awake as the light in my room turned on as Ben threw my door open, calling my name in concern even as dream Ben’s cry of orgasm, yelling my name was still echoing in my ears. The sudden light and noise startling me awake did little to stop the orgasm that was wracking my body. Even now with Ben standing in my doorway looking down on me, the tiny nub between my legs pulsed in orgasm spurting my load out a few inches into the air before landing wetly on my groin and lower body.

I was too stunned, and still recovering from my powerful orgasm, to say anything instead I just lay there blushing silently in embarrassment. It took a moment for the concern and fear on Ben’s face to be replaced by embarrassment as his eyes ran over my body, pausing on my naked groin taking in the reality of what just happened.

He too started blushing and muttering quickly, “I’m sorry, I should have knocked, I just heard you calling my name, I thought you were in trouble, I didn’t realize you were- I should have knocked.” He uttered most of his rambling apology while studiously staring at the ceiling, refusing to make eye contact. With one more quick, “I’m sorry” Ben quickly turned and slammed my door before practically running back down the hall away from my room.