All characters and scenes are purely fictional and for fantasy purposes only.
Thomas steps back from the mirror and moves through Justin’s closet and drawers, searching for anything that might fit the body he barely recognizes as his own. He chooses a few pieces, folds them with quick, instinctive efficiency, and slips them into his backpack. Moments later, he’s out the door and down the stairs, leaving the apartment without a sound.
By the time he reaches his car, his sharpened instincts have already settled two truths deep in his mind: Austin is no longer safe, and with his altered appearance, his ID might as well be a scrap of plastic—useless for travel, useless for staying hidden.
So, he drives.
He heads west with no destination in mind, guided only by the quiet certainty humming beneath his skin. The miles slip by. The sky darkens. The city fades behind him.
Hours later, long past midnight, the desert horizon opens around him. As he nears Marfa, something inside him tugs—subtle but insistent—pulling him off the interstate and into the quiet streets of the town. He follows the pull without question as his eyes begin to radiate an eerie yellow color.
When he finally slows to a stop, it’s in front of the local bathhouse.
Entering the building, he approaches the desk and hears “Room or locker” from an attendant wearing an “Adam” name tag.
“Just a locker, thanks” Thomas says directly and confidently.
As he finishes checking in at the desk, Adam gives him a once over before handing him a white towel and a key to his locker. Passing through the entry door, the bathhouse is alive with motion the moment Thomas steps inside. Voices echo off the tiled walls, water churns in crowded pools, and the humid air carries a hundred overlapping, intoxicating scents. It’s chaotic, loud, and disorienting — but his instincts cut through it with surgical clarity.
He isn’t here to rest. He isn’t here to hide. He’s here because something — someone — is part of the path ahead.
His mission.
He doesn’t know the full shape of that mission yet. Only that every step since Austin has been guided by an instinct older and sharper than thought. And now, in this crowded bathhouse, that instinct tightens like a wire.
As Thomas walks to the lockers, he passes all types of guys with towels wrapped around their waist. Young, old, in shape, overweight … all here for a single purpose.
Sex.
After finding his locker, Thomas removes his clothes and tucks them away in the locker before locking it and wrapping the key around his wrist. Instead of putting the towel around his waist like the others, he puts it around his neck and holds the ends with each of his hands. He proudly begins to move through the bathhouse with a visible confidence in each step. His thick seven-inch soft cock slaps each thigh with every step forward. The guys walking toward him can’t help but look at the perfection walking their way. The guys following behind are just as mesmerized from their angle. He cocks his head, acknowledging each one that passes by. Not rudely, but confidently, like a man on a mission. He senses everyone, everything. Everyone he passes by gives off the same vibe … sex.
As he approaches the next room, he feels something else. Yes, he still senses sex, but there’s something more. A presence that fits into the larger pattern he’s been following —a companion, a mate, a necessary piece. Someone whose existence intersects with his evolution in a way Thomas doesn’t yet understand.
He follows the pull deeper, turns right and steps under the door entry of a small room. Sitting on the bed with his back against the wall is an average guy wearing the standard issue white towel. He’s the type of guy you’d pass by every day without a second thought. He’s roughly the same height as Thomas at 6’ 1” tall, brown hair and eyes, unkept, patchy chest hair with a slight beer belly. Next to the guy is a night stand with a bottle of poppers, lube and the room key attached to a spiral chain.
“Hey, what’s up” Thomas says, leaning against the door frame.
“Just hanging” the guy says, puzzled at why this god-like man stopped at his room.
“I’m Thomas.”
Looking directly into Thomas’s eyes, the man says “Hi, I’m Blake.”
After an awkward pause, Blake continues “So … Thomas, uh, what made you stop by this room?”
Thomas looking back into Blake’s eyes nonchalantly says “Honestly, I don’t know. I just kind of sensed that you’re what I’m looking for tonight.”
“Oh” Blake replies, “So … what exactly are you looking for?”
“Well, this is going to sound kind of weird coming from a naked guy in a bathhouse, but I’m looking for sex, yes, but I’m looking for something more too. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I sort of think you are too. Am I right?”
“Well, uh, yeah, but how … what … made you think that?”
“Just call it a sixth sense. Is it ok if I come in?” Thomas asks, being more forward.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Is it ok if I close the door? I really would prefer not to have onlookers, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah … um, I feel the same way too” Blake says, not sure if he had the option to say ‘no’.
Thomas steps into the room, closes and locks the door before turning back around to Blake.
“So, Blake .. what do you like sexually?”
“I…I usually jerk off 3 or 4 times a day” Blake replies, still clearly nervous.
“I meant, what do you like doing with another guy.”
“Sorry, well … I consider myself kinda versatile, but I typically bottom. I pretty much like anything that gets me off to be honest.”
“Cool, I like that too. Do you like to kiss?”
“Uh, yeah, I actually really like that!”
“Hey Blake, relax. I realize I look a little intimidating, but I’m not going to hurt you. Actually, quite the opposite, I want to make you feel really good.”
Thomas tosses his towel on the end of the bed and reaches down offering his hand to Blake, who takes it and stands up.
“You don’t need this” Thomas says, removing the towel that’s still wrapped around Blake’s waist, revealing a bush somewhat unkept like his chest hair, average balls and a rock hard 6-inch cock.
Thomas slowly approaches Blake’s lips and puts one of his hands gently on the back of his head, drawing him closer until their lips meet. It’s a soft kiss at first, which impresses Blake, making him feel more relaxed.
As the two continue kissing, their tongues begin to swap, with Thomas’ long, thick tongue exploring all of Blake’s mouth, spreading his special spit all over.
“Wow, you’re a great kisser” Blake says. “Your tongue is amazing!”
“You haven’t seen anything yet” Thomas replies, with a half-cocked smile before returning to Blake’s lips.
As the two continue kissing, Thomas takes one of Blake’s hands and guides it to his now rock hard 9-inch cock.
Without breaking their kiss, Blake’s eyes open wide as he feels the heft and length of Thomas.
Thomas breaks their kiss and begins nodding up and down as he looks directly into Blake’s eyes again.
“You don’t need to be afraid of my dick either” Thomas says, putting his hands on Blake’s shoulders and encouraging him to get a better view of it.
Blake sits on the bed and looks up to Thomas, who gives a single nod indicating his approval. Blake shifts his attention to the magnificent meat in front of him. He runs his hands across Thomas’s 8-pack and then runs his fingers through a small patch of neatly trimmed pubes right above the base of Thomas’s massive dick. He then grabs the base of it and bangs it against the side of his face, smiling up at Thomas.
“You like?” Thomas asks, already knowing the answer.
“Very much so!” Blake replies before opening his mouth to begin working the head.
Feeling more relaxed, Blake continues to worship Thomas’s cock using both hands to pleasure the full length as he focuses his initial efforts on the head. He then begins to take more of Thomas into his mouth. Expecting Thomas’s sheer size to prevent him from taking all of him, Blake is surprised when he’s able to fully deep throat all 9 inches.
Thomas looks down and smiles in approval, knowing his saliva was key to allowing Blake to swallow his massive manhood.
“Your mouth and throat are perfect on me” Thomas says, gently thrusting his hips into Blake’s face as he has both of his hands resting on the back of his head.
Pausing briefly, Blake says “Fuck! I never thought I’d be able to swallow all of you. Your cock is fucking delicious!”
Thomas takes the opportunity and motions for Blake to stand up at which point he passionately kisses Blake and says “Is this something you could get used to?”
“Oh my God, Yes!” Blake says without hesitation.
“How about if we get on the bed so I can prepare that pretty hole of yours” Thomas says.
“Uh, ok, but let me get my poppers.”
“Trust me, you won’t need them or that lube” Thomas says almost insistently.
“But .. you’re fucking huge, man.”
“You got this Blake” Thomas says, again looking directly in Blake’s eyes, somehow putting him inexplicably at ease.
The two get on the bed in a 69 position with Thomas underneath and perfect access to Blake’s fuzzy ass. Meanwhile, Blake is able to continue to bob up and down on Thomas’s love stick.
Thomas gently spreads open Blake’s ass cheeks and buries his smooth face in the crack, breathing in his scent. After teasing his pucker with his thick fingers for a few minutes, he uses his long, thick tongue, thanks to the twins, to take one long lick along Blakes entire crack.
Feeling the sensation Blake pauses and says “Man, that felt amazing!”
“Just wait Blake, just wait.”
Thomas immediately gathers the special saliva in his mouth and puts his lips to Blake’s hole, forcing his accumulated spit into his hole. He then begins pushing his lizard-like tongue in, spreading his spit along the sides as if his tongue had a mind of its own.
“Holy shit man, is that your fucking tongue?” Blake says, astonished at the feeling.
“I told you I would be pleasing you” Thomas says briefly, before resuming his work on Blake’s ass.
After a few minutes of mutual saturating – Thomas on Blake’s hole and Blake on Thomas’s cock, Thomas says “I think that ass is ready for me.”
“I hope you’re right” Blake says, somewhat hesitantly.
As Blake gets up, Thomas rearranges himself so he’s sitting on the bed, the way Blake was when he first entered the room.
“Come here” Thomas says, smiling in a relaxing manor and motioning for Blake to sit on him.
Blake puts one foot on each side of Thomas and begins to sit down. As he does Thomas says “Look at me … don’t worry about what’s down there, I’ve got you.”
Looking in each other’s eyes, Thomas holds his shaft and nods his head for Blake to slowly sit on him. Blake immediately feels the huge knob against his pucker.
“Trust me, you’re going to love this” Thomas says, reaching up and tweaking Blake’s left nipple.
Blake begins to sit down, pushing Thomas’s plum-sized head past the entry of his hole. Holding on to Thomas’s shoulders, he slowly sits down on a few inches.
“There you go…keep looking at me” Thomas says, encouraging Blake to take more of him
Blakes mouth opens and he gasps as he begins to feel his colon fill with Thomas’s thick meat.
“Damn … you’re … fuckin’ … big” Blake moans slowly, but he continues to slide down without as much pain as he expected.
Finally resting on Thomas’s trimmed pubes, Thomas holds Blake tightly, remaining still and continuing to look in his eyes.
“Your ass feels so fucking good on me, Blake.”
“God, you feel fucking amazing, I can’t believe how well you prepped my ass.”
“I told you you’d like it” Thomas says as he flexes his huge biceps and adds “Hold onto my biceps and enjoy the ride.”
Without hesitating, Blake grabs a hold of Thomas’s 19” biceps and begins bouncing up and down on his massively boner.
“God, I can’t believe I’m taking your dick … it feels so fucking good!”
After a few minutes of self-pounding on Thomas’s cock, Thomas relaxes his arms and puts his hands on Blake’s ass.
“Put your arms around my neck” Thomas says.
Without hesitating, Blake complies.
Thomas repositions his body and using his newly acquired muscles, lifts Blake up while still impaled on him.
Without even being asked, Blake wraps his legs around Thomas’s waist.
“Good boy … now kiss me” Thomas says, looking deep into Blake’s eyes as his own briefly turn an eerie yellow, not completely unnoticed by Blake.
As Blake pushes his lips against Thomas’s, Thomas begins to breed Blake, lifting him up and down on his pole and causing Blake to begin moaning into his mouth. Blake’s 6-inch hard-on begins leaking profusely between the two.
After several minutes, Thomas sets Blake on his back on the bed with his legs over Thomas’s shoulders.
“Ready to cum, baby” Thomas says as he takes Blakes hands and pins them behind his head.
“Yeah but, I can’t jerk my cock and I’ve never cum before without touching myself.”
Thomas chuckles and then replies “That changes starting today” as he bends down and resumes his passionate kissing with Blake.
As their tongues exchange pleasantries in Blake’s mouth, Thomas begins to increase the tempo of his deep thrusts into Blake’s now accommodating hole.
Within a few minutes, Thomas sees Blake’s eyes widen and releases his lips from his mouth.
“Oh fuuuuccckkk, I’m cumming!”
Thomas takes one final plunge into Blake who begins cumming uncontrollably, hands free all over his chest and face.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking amazing” Blake says after catching his breath with Thomas’s cock still lodged inside him.
As Thomas begins to thrust slowly into Blake, his eyes begin to glow, increasing the pace until he moans out “I’m going to cum!”
The amount of cum being discharged from Thomas’s cock floods Blake’s hole, causing him to feel a sensation he’s never felt before. Between that and Thomas’s huge cock still deep inside, Blake cums hands free again.
“Fucking hell, I’m cumming again!”
As Thomas’s cum seeps into Blake’s body, oddly, it doesn’t have the same numbing effect as it did with the twin, Justin. In that respect, this time was different.
Thomas collapses onto Blake and they roll onto their right side, Thomas still buried inside Blake’s hole with his eyes beginning to glow the now familiar yellow.
In that moment, Thomas begins to feel something different – something that makes him whisper in Blake’s ear “Maybe next time, you can take care of me.”
“I could only hope to make you feel the way you just made me feel!”
As the two curl tightly together, they eventually drift off. Minutes pass before the first silky strand pushes free from Thomas’s back, soon joined by countless others that wrap around them in the familiar cocoon. But inside, the pattern has shifted. Yes, coarse hairs extend from Thomas’s skin, penetrating Blake wherever their bodies meet. But instead of drawing traits out, they now carry Thomas’s traits into Blake, initiating a deep, cellular transformation. The cocoon pulses with the same yellow hue as Thomas’s eyes as the coarse hairs continue to feed his traits to Blake.
Several hours later, the cocoon stops pulsing. Soon after, Thomas awakens and forces his way out of the cocoon, its fibers collapsing into nothing on the bed. But this time, he remembers everything. The entire night, coming to the bathhouse, and yes, Blake. As he stands, he hears movement behind him. Blake rises from the dissolving silk, his silhouette now different, his presence unmistakably altered. Thomas’s instincts flare in recognition. He isn’t alone, and Blake is no longer the man he was.
