Changing Things Up

Moving to a new town, a new place, a new home can all be highly worth it and in Marcus’s case it was, after all the alternative was living with four other people who were “swimming in very different streams”. Things weren’t bad then, everything had its order and occasionally if something came up then they’d all blandly text each other on how to resolve it. Paying only five hundred as rent was much better than the almost three times hike in price he’s now having to pay. Plus now he’s just lonely in the sense of others in his home compared to being essentially socially isolated by the fact that the other four were all in the same acting program while he was not.

Moving, however big its benefits, had compounded the sense that there needed to be more. So he put plans in the works, new things to test along his way in life.

This was meant to be another stop among many, that eventually led him to proper independent adulthood. That sense that you’ve been an adult for long enough and have done enough for your mind to accept that you won’t suddenly wake up in high school. Moving was a step in the right direction in that sense but it just felt right, he felt lighter and more in control.

Before this new apartment with its forest green carpet floors, and the oddly clean cream walls there was his maybe-ex, Gregory who for all he knew thought he got kidnapped or is dead. Texts would come in weekly, which he’d for the most part ignore, ranging from below average poetry to asking if he’s alive to pictures showing how much better off he is. The state of mind reflected was a whirlstorm, ever-shifting and ever-moving but always in a cyclical pattern.

In all fairness a former friend of his warned him about Gregory’s “vibe” and how it felt off but on the other hand they said nothing more as Gregory undid so many bridges. Though in all fairness, Marcus wondered if that wasn’t that friend’s final attempt out of many forgotten. After the further slow deterioration of other friendships, all that was left were online friends who after Marcus’s walkout would vehemently mock Gregory’s name. A fact that Marcus played into but wasn’t what he needed, he needed to meltdown every facet of the relationship and recast it into a mirror.

He thought about the good portions of Gregory as a means of making up for him, vaguely thinking about Gregory’s shittiness. He thought about how Gregory would constantly tell people to call him Greg, to make them feel at ease.

A smile was plastered on Marcus’s face when he replayed the constant “No need to call me Gregory, just Greg is fine” that Gregory would do, it was cute but also it was just emblematic of him.

He’d do things that were really nice and heartfelt, like your own personalized romcom scenario yet Marcus wasn’t Adam Sandler. Flowers and chocolate just never jived with who he is. He’d tell Gregory that but the idea never settled in his head properly. The smile would always droop off his face as he realized another one of Gregory’s gestures of love meant he had to endure a crowd of people coo-ing over their love. His sister told him one time after these displays that he needed to dump Gregory, and back then Marcus loved Gregory enough that that love was a part of him. He told her to fuck off then, and after his breakup reluctantly apologized.

He now understood that Greg-Gregory was just as no good as the Gregory-Gregory he hated, that there’s only so many times you can do the same routine before something breaks. Only so many times you can hear someone say “Babe, babe please talk to me,” after you beg them for some space. The cutesy energy was akin to a dog with separation anxiety amped with a bump of meth.

Greg-Gregory deserved to be properly told off until all the fire and then some went out of Marcus and Gregory-Gregory deserved to be mocked from afar, a creature turned into queer myth and legend of a sad, pathetic archetype of a man. But then rose the fact that both Gregorys were always the same person, and that sometimes Marcus could see the best in both. Gregory was never a bad person after all, just a shit one, just bordering on it.

Placing his spice collection all in the right place he breached back into reality with a cup of sink water, no worries the cup itself had a bit of hopefully cardboard dust in it, and then immediately after collapsed deeper into his memories.

Though there were a lot of reasons to love Gregory. Although composed of various issues and problems there were perks like he was “huge-cocked”, the wise words of an online friend of Marcus. He didn’t even know why he shared Gregory’s nudes with them, well he did but he didn’t want to rationalize the logistics of all of it. Another reason as some part of Marcus’s brain alerted him to lunge after a cup about to fall, he placed it on top of a cardboard box labeled “Miscellaneous Stuff”. The part of his brain infected with nostalgia said that Gregory was cute, he was masculine, and sometimes he had these moments of authentic deepness.

He’d talk about his family, the lack of love there and Marcus would feel that sympathetic connection that initially transformed their friendship into love spark up. It’d rebloom everything he loved about Gregory, and negate the bad because the bad was just a product of his hurt.

Compartmentalization was the crux of Marcus’s identity, his love and hate in two different boxes. His personal and professional in two boxes as well. And finally, his “vanilla” and kinky side, in truth it was moreso pretending to be vanilla while suppressing his kinks.

Put one life in a cardboard box then place it the attic, another in a shoebox in your closet below a dress shirt and tie, and another in a box in the gap of the wooden paneling of a drawer so that no one can snoop on your private life, then put all the stuff meant to go in that box in a black plastic bag only then are you done repressing things for someone else. Keeping those boxes so perfectly separate means that everything in those boxes threaten to spill out much more easily if everything was out in the open, even if just contained in a large space/his room.

He placed his kink stuff on top of his new bed, mattress already on there in case he wanted to crash immediately after finishing the first part of unpacking. He began sorting out what belonged in the kitchen, as small as it was, and what belonged in the living room from a dozen unlabeled boxes. There was this urge reminding him of the things in that final box.

Gregory wouldn’t have approved of the kink stuff or even being viewed as a single man, the man who was so tall and provoked jealousy among many still had this desperation to fit in. A desperation to know Marcus from front to back so that he could be comfortable in knowing he picked right. It was insecurity that drove him to kiss Marcus that goddamn fateful night they got together, insecurity that made him hug Marcus so tight then with sudden alertness in the middle of the night then ask Marcus where he was going if he was just going for midnight bathroom trip, and insecurity that drove him to have these sudden bouts of immense physical affection among their friends. He couldn’t say no, the lonely years in high school had weakened his heart, nor could he reject what he thought was pure love from a man who was making sure their union was truly forever, nor could he deny that reenforcing their love in front of said friend who warned him about Gregory was a means of proving him or maybe all of them wrong?

His mind raced and then shut down that line of thought for a moment.

A lamp gets set on a corner table, its Victorian look kind of clashes with the room but to Marcus it didn’t matter.

What did was he was going to meet that online friend that complimented his ex’s cock in either five minutes or half an hour.

He wanted comfort from Gregory, a comfort he couldn’t even get when they made their relationship open on the suggestion of the guy that everyone loves i.e. Greg. Uncle Greg fucked the lot of the men he wanted, and Marcus enjoyed a few bouts of random hookups but never got intimate enough that someone’s younger cousin would call him “uncle” randomly while walking by. Never had someone awkwardly confirm with his partner that he wasn’t cheating, their relationship was open, and hinting that Gregory seemed “oddly traditional” for a polyam guy.

But it was fine, Uncle Greg would massage his back as boxer brief covered groin was gently pushed into the bed. Eventually he’d get two fingers of lube, a downwards swoop of his impromptu masseur’s hands to the entrance of his hole, and the apology massage would turn into a foot-long beer slip-sliding till it filled up the tunnel for a long bit. Sex began core as their relationship came to a close, what Gregory got was that he needed to fuck Marcus to make up for the other men he was fucking.

Marcus was just exhausted.

He’d spend a bit on the toilet after these bouts of apology sex, usually finishing himself off as he shat out the load in his ass then would stay in there for a longer bit. Faking moans as he put earbuds in to watch another episode of some random sitcom he sort of wanted to watch.

A knock stopped Marcus’s unpacking, and the reminiscing.

He twisted the lock and swung the door open.

A brown-haired guy with dark brown skin was at the door. His face had this striking combination of sharp-ish features and yet also this uniform softness that countered Marcus’s generally “masc” vibe. Nerdy yet cool would be the “easiest” way to have described this online friend turned real-life friend. His red jeans matched well with the stunning blue and red sweatshirt he had on, there was this naturally cute yet well-developed energy to him.

Also his smile on coming into Marcus’s apartment, after Marcus waved him in, was too sweet to boot.

Also Marcus noticed his ass was a lot fatter in person, a fact that made him question if he was that vapid to notice that so soon but also how it’d feel to touch it?

Justin sat himself on the couch and then looked up at Marcus casually with another smile.

Marcus felt a tinsy bit of swelling in his crotch but swiftly tensed his muscles in a vain hope to beat it.

He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, the best combo for being a bit slutty but not the best for a casual visit from a rather hot friend of his.

“Sorry about sitting on your couch without your permission or maybe I should ask, is there anywhere you don’t want me or don’t want me to touch?” Justin asked earnestly.

“Nah you’re fine wherever, we’ve known each other this long. Plus, nothing out here is anything I’d want to hide,” said Marcus with a more relaxed demeanor.

Marcus walked over to the couch, and Justin pulled out his phone, angling it just that way that signaled “dude I have things to show you,” which he did. Though Marcus looked in between Justin’s legs before that, thick thighs to match a thick ass and dick somewhat visible in his jeans.

Though the semi-obviously crotch peering got stopped by a screen in his face of a few older guys with dad bods in harnesses walking a guy in gimp suit and dog mask, plus some passersby in several states of undress and/or kink gear. It was a video, so you got to see the pup walk with his masters, a lonesome leather daddy squeak by with his leather pants and vest, a little waddle with a diaper held up by a red onesie with a cartoon monster on it, and well actually a group of ABDLs passed by. Some were just in little gear with their overalls and oddly big butts or the full on daddy-boy pairings with the daddy ranging from casual dad to leather dad to office casual dad to twink dad to arrow point to the left with text saying “My Pamper Packer’s the Best Filling Machine in Town,” shirt dad. Notably there was this boy kitted out with mittens as well as the largest diaper he’d seen plus a tutu and from the look on his face likely something inside him too. His tongue popped out, and the camera followed him for a moment that turned into minutes, he seemed so close yet never close enough.

Another, and final, boy interested him though he was sure there were dozens at Bootleg Folsom (quite literally called that by the organizers) more he’d like to see. The video’s taker pointed their phone at someone getting a change, their dick exposed to air and dirtied diaper exposed to the concrete below it. The person changing them was dressed as a doctor, an outfit perfect enough to match the real thing at least to Marcus that was, and was shaving the person’s pubes. Grabbing their cock with a gloved hand, and maneuvering the stiffening rod so they could better shave with their other hand. A water bottle moistening a towel to wipe the hair off, cream covering the area afterwards, and the lifting of this person’s buttocks to dislodge something in their ass then they wiped it off.

Precum rushed down their tip, and Justin looked at Marcus looking intently at the sight of Justin getting changed.

Justin wore denim blue camo overalls in this video, so the doctor “had” to help them into another purple monster diaper plus reinsert the large-flared dildo then help them lift their camo overalls.

Justin pulled his phone away from Marcus’s gaze after that, and Marcus was rock hard which Justin seemed to enjoy watching.

“So three days until the b-Folsom?”

“Yeah but we could go to a few parties before then-honestly we probably should? For your sake, you might have someone you want to do a scene with and then have proper time to plan it or just find some fun people. Met this cool ass twink skater, got some older guy to house him plus convert a room into this man cave nursery thing. He’s not really all my vibe, kind of dick sometimes, but getting humped in a man-sized crib is fucking…” he looked at Marcus, who looked annoyed or perhaps jealous, even then went, “it was fun, real fun. But also I think it’ll be good for you. Even finding drinking buddies-do people even say that?” he rambled.

“Nah I don’t think so but also I think your idea of drink buddies is someone who’ll drink an IPA with you as they're squirting their last three in a pull up,” Marcus said with a mildly troubled smile.

“See if someone mega-sized a pull up then I’d wear one because you just need the thickness in my oh so humble opinion. Like it’s fun seeing people who can barely fit into someone wear one like once but then it’s just your brain judging their tastes or worse it’s watching a big dicked twink’s dick get jousted!” he said with faux outrage.

“Yeah yeah, the woes of twinks not being in Pampers Deluxe XL Pluses,”

“The woe, yeah….fuck,” he said as he bursted out laughing.

“Dude, I’m guessing you couldn’t get the TV set up so let’s go to my place and-oh I see, I see. Fire stick magickry, wish I brought a bottle if you were going to get that fancy Marky,” said Justin as he rubbed his crotch with sadly, to Marcus, no noticeable crinkle.

“We’re watching Deception, I get to pick since it’s my house. Also on a semi-serious note, do you remember…” said Marcus as he sat back on the couch using his controller as a remote.

“Yup, maybe put something stupid on? Then we watch your movie,” said Justin with a devilish grin to Marcus’s not-horror. His dick was throbbing and the shudder may have been less stress than something else.

Marcus put on American Guy or some other shitty adult-animated cartoon, and Justin untied the knot binding the drawstrings of Marcus’s sweatpants. They had fallen to the wayside revealing a pair of nylon dragon ball-themed underwear holding two balls and a 6-incher. Justin swallowed, and then went on his knees with his ass cushioning his tailbone. His mouth went to work, his tongue tickling the head of his friend’s cock and his throat taking in-and-out the whole of his cock.

Justin liked how squirmy Marcus was, like he’d never gotten head before.

Though eventually he could feel Marcus was close to tapping out and he rustled through his pockets with one hand as he jerked Marcus with the other.

When he found what he was looking for he stood up, hand still on Marcus’s cock. He unbuttoned his jeans, and his black cock bounced up and down. It was a 5-incher cock that was thick as hell. In his hand, which he revealed like a gameshow host, was a pacifier.

“Choose!” said Justin a bit too excitedly.

“Uhuhmpfh, fuck I-please,” Marcus said in a breathy voice as he got to the edge once more. Justin kept edging like a pro, getting him a breath away from cumming then waiting till he softened just enough to repeat the cycle.

“Baby likes his favor?”

Marcus didn’t reply with anything but groans.

Justin peeled Marcus’s foreskin back which caused Marcus to arch his hips, the body of his a swimmer’s build with his pubes so nice and curly plus his complexion somehow lighter than Justin meant that Justin, virtually a lightskin himself, could Marcus one.

Not that that mattered now.

Justin played with Marcus’s dick head.

“Just going to put this in here since you didn’t choose. You’ll owe me next time we see each other though,” said Justin as plopped the pacifier in Marcus’s mouth. It was swiftly bitten then suckled on intensely, Marcus’s dick pulsed and somehow got even hotter.

“Aw, didn’t properly thank you for helping me out. Let me catch your favor in m-oh fuck dude,” he said as Marcus climaxed.

His hips arched painfully outwards as his dick throbbed hard, and a volcanic eruption of hot cum flew through the air onto Justin’s sweater as he sucked on his pacifier harder than slower as he whimpered in the afterglow. The smell of man, of spunk was concentrated in the room. Justin sampled the stuff, and from his reaction it had a bitter taste.

Marcus however softly suckled his pacifier and swept his cum up with his underwear and sweatpants, he kept sucking even as Justin placed Marcus’s head on his lap. Eventually he was ass-naked on his own coach, with his head on his friend’s lap with a strange point poking at his head, and a pacifier that he sucked on even in his sleep.

The future was bright.