[All characters in all sexual situations are over 18]
Rich felt great. He had just woken up from a deep sleep, and, cocooned in a soft, warm sheet, he felt utterly relaxed. It was a nice change from his usual wake up call of an alarm and a sudden rush of anxiety.
Rich turned over, eyes still tightly closed as he nuzzled deeper into the mattress. He had the vague idea that he must have sweated all through the night, cause the sheets clung to him like wet cloth, and where they bunched up around his face they almost felt squishy. But they were so nice and warm, wrapped tight about him. So tight that he couldn't even move his arms or legs. But the bed was so comfy why would he want to move?
Rich stretched, and the way his muscles pulled and expanded was maybe the greatest thing he'd ever felt, like every particle of him was reaching out to experience the bed's blissful embrace.
Slowly, though, Rich began to feel something like a headache. Except, it wasn't coming from his head. Or maybe it
was
coming from his head, but as if his head were at the end of a very long tunnel. It was a weird sensation, and as the headache grew worse not a pleasant one.
Then his whole world lurched and Rich rolled. His tautly stretched body suddenly snapped around like a catapult and slammed him into something warm and hard. Then the world turned again, and a monumental weight was pushing him against the bed, and then it was grinding him into the sheets, squishing Rich nearly flat. It would've felt amazing if Rich weren't fucking terrified.
Rich tried to yell, but then he realized he couldn't make a sound. He could feel his mouth, but it was like he couldn't control his lips, and he was starting to drool but it didn't taste like--
Rich tried to pull himself up, but he realized he couldn't even feel his arms or his legs, not even--O
h God
, he thought--his dick. He couldn't open his eyes either, not that they would do any good, still trapped beneath a clinging sheet. He was just a solid mass, twisting and turning beneath the mountain still above him. It relentlessly smushed him into the mattress, but Rich's muscles were stuck in their stretch and he could barely move.
Then Rich remembered. Not what was wrong with him or where he was now, but what had happened earlier, what--
"Merlin!" Rich instinctively tried to shout, only to remember he didn't have a voice. He started desperately struggling beneath the mountain again when a heat began rising in him, an intense and diffuse pressure that seemed to make his body stretch even tighter and become even more sensitive until it was painful. He cried out silently again, "Merlin!"
There was a groan, and as the headache grew even stronger a wave of nausea came too, while the weight bore down heavier on Rich's body than ever before, like it was trying to push him through the bed. Scattered images began racing through Rich's mind: a Brita full of frozen margaritas, a broken tv fixing itself, his own icy blue eyes, his body stretching and bulging on the ground, their kiss--
"Merlin! Help!"
----
Merlin felt terrible. His brain sloshed around his skull like a water balloon of pain. His mouth was dry as a desert, but bile waited at the back of his throat. And he had to piss so bad it felt like his morning wood was ready to explode.
Merlin! Help!
"I'm dying, Dick," Merlin groaned into his pillow, then curled up into a ball. He rubbed his boner between his thighs, which felt so good it almost made him forget his hangover.
Just need more sleep,
Merlin thought, sighing as he felt his consciousness slip away again.
No, wake up! I'm trapped! I can't move I can't see shit and I'm getting squeezed in something and oh fuck Merl why's everything so tight and hot and-and-
Merlin was just beginning to listen to what Rich was saying when his voice became a low moan, and Merlin felt his dick twitch and precum splatter the inside of his thighs. Merlin suddenly had a vivid image of himself on the bed, someone else's hands holding his legs apart, a thick dick balls deep inside him, a sandy blond bush pressed against his taint.
Like he had a shot of adrenaline Merlin sat up in bed, but when he opened his eyes the sunlight coming between the blinds was like daggers in his retinas. He closed them again, rubbing the pain away with his fingers. He called out, "Rich, where are you?"
I don't know! I just saw a flash then nothing.
Merlin suddenly realized he had no idea where Rich's voice was coming from. It sounded strange, almost as if he was hearing it in his head. But also not in his head, more...down.
I'm starting to see something,
Rich said, as Merlin opened his eyes,
But I can't control anything, it's like-like looking through a periscope
.
Merlin looked at his hands and his throat clenched as he had the distinct sensation that some part of him did not recognize the hands as his own.
Fuck, Merl. I-I...
Merlin's dick started twitching uncontrollably beneath the covers, and as he looked at its outline against the sheets Rich's voice was small and scared,
Oh god
.
Merlin's boner began twitching more aggressively, then suddenly it was flopping between his thighs and bouncing against his abs, twisting itself into the sheet while somewhere down below a panicked Rich screamed,
Get me out, Merlin! GET ME THE FUCK OUT!
Not wanting to believe it, Merlin thrust the blankets off. His dick sprang into the air, eight and a half uncut inches reaching for the ceiling. But Merlin didn't remember his dick being nearly this thick, it was like a soda can. And where he expected to see his well trimmed black pubes, instead he found an unkempt blond bush.
Pre leaked out the head and as it traveled down the shaft Merlin's dick was so sensitive it almost stung. Down below, Rich moaned.
They had the realization simultaneously.
I'm your--
You're my--
Merlin's dick started bouncing again, as if it were trying to jump off his pelvis. The sensation of it moving around on its own was insane, like a dick roller coaster. But the pressure was growing unbearable.
I can't be a fucking--
And before he could say the word, Merlin thought,
Dick?
Merlin's dick became completely still. Then his bladder loosed. Hot, clear piss shot out in a jet stream and Merlin's rock hard cock began swinging around like an out of control fire hose as Rich screamed in Merlin's mind.
It took Merlin a moment to even realize what was happening, but once he was sprayed in the face he grabbed his dick in both hands. He tried to clench down on his bladder, but he quickly discovered he had absolutely no control over it. So he pointed the stream across the room, as his dick writhed in his grip.
Merlin's hungover brain felt ready to crack open as Rich kept yelling. His dick had
never
felt so sensitive, it was like he could feel the texture of each of his fingers, the head almost buzzing with pleasure as it twisted beneath his foreskin, the piss pumping up the shaft like fire, and as it burst through the slit Merlin almost thought he could taste it.
With a few final bursts and accompanying yelps from Rich, the piss came to a stop. But as his dick kept squirming in his grip Merlin couldn't let go. It felt too good, like his dick was jacking itself off against his fingers, the last dribbles of piss rolling down the shaft like teasing feathers. Merlin suddenly felt his balls nearly pull all the way up inside him, felt his asshole tighten and his taint jump, felt the warmth building, every cell in his dick begin to tingle with anticipation.
Merl!
Rich's voice was half moan half cry. Then he shot. Jizz arced high into the air like a geyser. Merlin couldn't even breathe it felt so good, like his dick was electrified with pleasure. Merlin slumped back on the bed, then his dick broke free of his grip and suddenly there was cum splattering his face and chest in huge ropes. Each new shot wracked his whole body with pleasure.
As the cum slowed down and Rich's moans became quieter, Merlin cracked his cum coated eyes to look at his dick. The dark red tip, now white with cum, had slipped out of the foreskin, and almost seemed to look at him.
