Think Pink

Hey guys - it's been a long month.  I moved into a new house and we had to paint the whole thing.  Of course, I couldn't resist a pink accent wall.  There are a couple more stories coming before the end of the month, so I decided to release this one for free, both here and on GSS.

Let me know what you think!

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It’s 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 it’s a great investment, but I’m a twenty-six year old bro who’s just trying to make life work.

I’m not doing it alone. I’ve got Jesse, my heterosexual life partner. He’s a great friend and roommate,. He’s got a steady job as a cook, so he always pays the rent on time. I’m a personal trainer – the money isn’t 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. I’m an ass man, and I’m 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, Jesse’s 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 didn’t seem legit – the web design had some serious ‘1995’ 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, I’ll 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. It’s 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.

“Dude, this is your room,” I joked, giving Jesse a punch on the arm.

“Fuck that,” Jesse winced. “It’s bigger. You should take it.”

“Bro, I’d never get laid again,” I laughed. “When was the last time you even brought a girl home?”

“Twice this week?” Jesse said, rolling his eyes.

“Exactly. You never hook up,” I insisted.

“I don’t wanna live in a pink room,” Jesse whined. “Girls are gonna think I’m gay or whatever.”

I glanced over at the realtor. She was a foxy lady in her thirties.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with the queers,” I said magnanimously. “We’re open minded.”

She pretended like I hadn’t said anything.

“For real, we should find another apartment,” Jesse pushed. “I don’t think either of us are really comfortable with this one, and we’ll find something else.”

“We’ve got two weeks til we gotta move,” I said. “Dude, I don’t think we’re gonna find another deal. Not as good as this.”

The realtor gave a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she said, leaning against a wall. “I’ve just heard this conversation a couple of hundred times. This place has been on the market for months, and it’s because of that stupid wall. Here... I’m 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.”

“I mean... I guess we could paint,” Jesse said, warming to the suggestion.

“You should,” the realtor moaned. “Look, if I didn’t own my condo already, I’d rent the place myself. We reduced the price so much. This is _the_ best deal in town.”

“Okay, so we paint,” Jesse agreed. “I think you’re right, I definitely get the big room.”

“Whoa,” I put up my hand. “We should talk about that. Why should you get the better room, just cause I made a stupid joke.”

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 – the price was right, and mine was plenty big too.

She was stoked when we signed the lease.

“Alright guys, you’re gonna love this place,” she said, shaking both our hands. “Now, I’m going to go buy myself a drink. I fuckin’ deserve it.”

“How about I buy you that drink?” I asked. I’m pretty smooth.

“Some other time buckaroo,” she laughed. “You’ve got moving to do.”

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We didn’t 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.

“Enjoy your pretty pink wall,” I teased as we both left for bed.

“First thing tomorrow bro,” Jesse laughed. “You and me are gonna paint that shit over.”

The next morning I woke up first. It was a couple hours before Jesse stumbled out for his shower.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” I joked. “Did the pink keep you up all night?”

“Mmmm...” Jesse mumbled. “It’s actually not so bad. Looked kinda cool this morning.”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” I laughed. “You’re such a fuckin’ fag.”

Jesse ignored me and went for his shower. I expected we’d 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. I’m not gay – it was just impossible to miss. Jesse’s always been your average bro. A little heavy on the beer, not enough time in the weight room. But looking at his ass, you’d think the dude spent his life at the squat rack.

“Holy shit bro,” I laughed, not even trying to hide my stare. “What happened?”

“Huh?”

“Your ass! Dude, you can’t pretend like you don’t know.”

“Oh that,” Jesse laughed. “Yeah, I’m 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?”

“You’re such a fuckin’ fag,” I laughed.

But seriously, I spend half my life inside a gym. I don’t care if you wear baggy jeans or a pair of fitted sweats, I can tell someone’s 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.

“Mmm... dude, that smells so good,” he said.

“You want some?” I asked. I had my eyes on the stove, so I hadn’t clued in yet.

“Yeah dude, that’d be great,” he agreed.

“Here, you take the first batch,” 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 I’d wished for my whole life...

And he got them overnight.

“Holy fuck...” I gasped. “Dude, okay, that ass was one thing... but you gotta tell me how you’re doing this!”

“Is it that obvious?” Jesse blushed. “The hair?”

I hadn’t even noticed his hair. Jesse’s hair was typically Italian, pitch black and slicked back. Now it was shorter, spiked up, and platinum blond. But whatever – you wanna be blond, the drugstore’s got you covered.

I wanted to know where he got those pecs.

“No, bro!” I begged. “Those pecs are fuckin’ amazing. C’mon you gotta tell me what you’re taking. I’ve tried it all dude, but I’ve never gotten growth like that. And overnight?”

“Oh, these,” he grinned, flexing first the left and then the right. “Sorry dude, I’m not taking anything. I just woke up and uh... here they are. Just like the ass, I guess. And the hair.”

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 wasn’t telling.

“Whatever,” I said shakily, trying to sound like I didn’t care. “You’re such a fuckin’ fag.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, flexing them again. “A fag with great tits.”

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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 I’m not big like him, I’m still pretty hot. Telling me maybe he’ll 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 Jesse’s room. The door was shaking, like it was windy and he’d left the window open. And there was a hissing noise like nothing I’ve ever heard.

I glanced out the window. The trees outside were perfectly still. No wind.

“Hey, dude... everything okay?” I called out. He had to be awake in there. Probably jerking off to his new muscle.

No answer.

I forgot about my water and knocked softly on Jesse’s door. Still, no answer.

So I cracked the door open and looked inside.

Jesse wasn’t there, and that was the least weird thing. It was the pink wall... the glowing, quivering pink wall. It didn’t look like paint anymore. Instead it looked like... I don’t know how else to say this – it looked like socially awkward jello. Quivering and shaking and translucent.

That couldn’t 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 I’d touched it. They wrapped themselves around my hand, playing with me, the same way an octopus plays with a scuba diver.

That didn’t 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 I’d been dropped in the exact centre. I didn’t see any trace of the pink jello. The platform wasn’t large – 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 – the pink sky and the pink fog blurred together in the distance, and there were platforms as far as I could see.

“What is this place?” I asked out loud. There was no echo, like I’d 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

“Welcome to the Pink World!” the clown laughed joyfully.

I hate clowns.

“Um... what's going on?” I asked suspiciously. Maybe he had some answers.

But the damned clown gave me a theatrical shrug and another grin.

“Okay... where’s Jesse,” I asked. If Jesse got sucked through that... whatever it was, maybe he was still nearby.

“I don’t know anyone named Jesse,” the clown laughed, giving me another theatrical shrug. “But I never ask for names!”

“Uh, he’s like...” I tried to describe Jesse. A few days ago I would have said he's just an average bro.

But now...

“He’s hard to miss,” I said. “Big ass. Bleached blond hair. Massive pecs.”

“Oh!” the clown said with a menacing smile. “The new boy! Yes, he’s just that way!”

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 wasn't 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 didn't want to die here.

I felt safer when I reached the next platform, but it wasn't 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 Jesse’s dumptruck ass had come from. I’d fallen through the looking glass, and I was ready to believe in magic.

I don't need an ass like Jesse, and even if I did, who knows what the side effects were. I thought back to Jesse's flirty behaviour over the past few days...

If you're 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 wasn’t 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 – 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 – despite the situation – I was having fun! I hadn't 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 – 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 didn't 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.

You’re a guy. You know – it’s hard to think when you’re 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 horny...

I heard a giggle behind me. I dropped my dick and pretended like I hadn't just been feeling myself up.

“Are you having fun in the Pink World?” the clown asked, chuckling and staring at my dick. My pyjama pants were seriously tented.

“Um....”

“Don't lie to me,” the clown said, showing his teeth. “I’ll know.”

“Um... yeah, I guess so,” I admitted. “But I've got to find my buddy and get outta here. This place is too weird.”

“Too weird?” the clown giggled. “There’s no such thing! But I do think I saw the new boy. Over there!”

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.

Just what I needed.

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... I’ve been bulking, and I just don’t have the strength to do a one-armed pull-up. I felt myself slipping...

Falling.

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, it’s petals unfolded and I saw a giant yellow stamen in the middle. Without warning, it quivered and squirted something into my open mouth.

Salty. Thick. Delicious.

“Mmmm...” I moaned. I’d 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 it’s flower. I wrapped my mouth around the stamen, licking it in hopes of triggering another squirt of the liquid.

It didn’t take long for the flower to reward me. My mouth was full of the sticky substance. I swallowed fast – 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 didn’t care. I just wanted that taste on my tongue. That feeling as it slid down my throat.

I didn’t 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.

I wanted more.

I had to find Jesse.

But maybe I could just stay here. Near the flower. I’d be hungry again soon...

But I had to find Jesse!

When I finally pulled myself away, the clown was standing right there.

“Oooooh...” the clown said playfully. “Look who’s got a taste for the finer things in life!”

“I... I need to find my friend,” I sputtered. “I can’t get distracted. I need to find Jesse and get out of here.”

“Well, you’re getting close,” the clown said, clapping his hands rhythmically. “In fact, I just saw the new boy over there!” 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 he’d pointed. It wasn’t far – 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 Jesse’s 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 didn’t 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.

But Jesse was so close.

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 balls...

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 couldn’t believe I’d 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 ‘inside’. I circled around – the other side of the frame was empty. I’ve watched enough movies. It wasn’t a door – 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 I’d entered, I’d 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.

“Jesse!” I called.

He spun around and grinned happily.

“Oh my god, Smith,” he gasped, wrapping me in a big hug. His arms felt good around me, strong and muscular. “It’s like... so good to see you!” he giggled. “And I think you’re happy to see me,” 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.

“Mmmm...” I moaned. “I finally found you!”

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 to...

I heard myself giggle.

“Um... like uh... what is this stuff?” I asked. Jesse relaxed his hold on me and I stepped back regretfully.

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“We need to...” I started. Wait. What was I saying?

“Huh?”

“We need to... why can’t I think?” I giggled. "All my thoughts are like... so fluffy and...”

There was a long pause.

“I know, right?” Jesse giggled back. “I feel like so... like... pink! And slutty! Yeah... mmm... my ass is like, so hungry!”

“And I’m sooooo thirsty!” I whined. “Can I suck your cock?”

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.

“Mmmph...” I moaned, tasting another man’s cock for the first time.

I swished my tongue around it, just like I’d 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 couldn’t keep track of it.

But I had a cock in my mouth. Everything was perfect.

“Yeah dude...” 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.

“Mmm....” I moaned over and over.

“I’m gonna cum!” 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.

I didn’t waste a drop.

“Ready to return the favour?” Jesse giggled.

“Huh?”

“C’mon Smith,” he begged. “Fuck me with your hot cock.”

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.

“Get on the floor,” 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 bud’s hole. It felt amazing, better than any pussy I ever had, that’s for sure. I giggled, thinking about how I used to like pussy.

I’m 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.

“Unf...” Jesse grunted under me. “Uh... uh... uhf...”

“That’s right bro, take my cock,” I giggled. “Take my hot cock. You’re such a fuckin’ slut.”

“You know it!” Jesse moaned under me, thrusting his hips back to take it even faster.

“Take it!” I growled.

“I want it!” 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.

“Mmmm....” I moaned, thrusting harder.

I loved fucking him.

“Uh... uh... uh...” he grunted.

I loved fucking ass. Dudes are so fuckin’ hot.

“Mmmmm....” I groaned.

I took a deep breath. The pink mist filled me again.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed.

I felt my cock pulse inside him, squeezed tight. That’s the thing with dudes. They’re so strong. So muscular. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I’m done with pussy. I’m all about that ass.

“Uhhhhh....” 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 couldn’t let a delicacy go to waste.

“Mmmm....” I giggled. “I love your spunk bro.”

We both stared at the pink sky for a long time.

“Hey,” Jesse finally asked. “Where’d like... where’s all the pink fog?”

“I dunno,” I giggled. “Where’d our clothes go?”

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.

“Those clothes... they don’t really suit you anymore,” the clown said. “And don’t worry, all that pretty pink mist is safe. You sucked it all up, so now it’s filling up your empty little heads.”

“Huh?” 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. I’d have to fix that.

“Don’t worry about it,” the clown smiled knowingly. “The new boys always worry so much!”

“But it’s so hard to think!” 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 couldn’t drain ‘em fast enough. Not anymore. I laughed with joy.

“Yeah... it’s just like... y’know?” Jesse giggled.

“Why do you need to think?” the clown asked innocently. “I mean... you already found your boyfriend. What else do you need?”

“Huh?” I said, confused by his question.

“Boyfriend?” Jesse asked hopefully.

“I mean... you two look like boyfriends,” the clown said. “Look at this boy... when he came here he was so confused, but now he’s learned some new tricks. He’s got a cute little butt. He’s got a big cock and heavy balls to do the thinking. He’s loves sucking cock and he’s addicted to your cum. He searched the Pink World for you and he found you! That sounds like boyfriend material to me.”

“You came looking for me?” Jesse giggled, biting his lower lip and giving me a flirty glance.

“Fuck yeah!” I laughed. “You’re like... totally my boyfriend!”

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.

“Good boys,” the clown said, looking at us critically. “I think it’s time. Are you ready to return to the waking world?”

“Wait!” Jesse cried out. “We lost our clothes! We can’t go home without clothes!”

The clown gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Beautiful boys like you shouldn’t worry about clothes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Your society is soooooo boring. Fine – what sort of clothes do you want?”

I glanced at Jesse. We didn’t need words, not for something simple like this. He returned my empty-headed grin.

“Something pink!” we chorused.

The clown gave us a big grin too. He snapped his fingers. The whole world faded to pink.

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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 – it made our pretty pink wall glow with an energy that... it was totally magical.

“Morning babe,” 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 didn’t have to look... I knew it was pink. That’s like... our favourite colour.

“Hey stud,” 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 – that neon pink pair with the glittery waistband. I wanted to rip them off him, but he’d kill me if I wrecked them.

“How’d you sleep?” Jesse asked, rolling to face me. He’s so pretty... I love his hair. It’s like... totally fierce.

“Mmmm... I had the weirdest dream,” I said, suddenly remembering. “There was like... this clown or whatever... shit... it’s all slipping away...”

I can never remember my dreams. But I know they’re good. Maybe I’d dream it again.

“Weird,” Jesse giggled. “I dreamed about getting fucked... You and your big cock... Me and my big ass...”

I love him. He’s not smart and he’s 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.

“You know...” I giggled. “I don’t gotta work til ten.”

Jesse leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. He reached down to fondle my balls. I’m so fuckin’ easy... just play with my balls and I’m ready to rock.

“C’mon boyfriend,” Jesse teased me. “Show me what you got.”