Friendly Retreat Part 03

Dustin woke up with a pounding head ache. He couldn’t believe how much he drank last night. Four beers was far more than he could normally handle. It was just that Pete kept taunting him he wanted to show off. The dull snore his boyfriend was giving him was a perfect reminder of that. Dustin picked up Pete’s heavy arm and moved it off his body. The hefty guy was still sound asleep. “With good reason,” Dustin mocked as he thought about how many beers the big guy had had. 

He shook his head and smiled down at his big lug and pulled on some running shorts and a sleeveless shirt on. He sprayed some bug spray over his bare arms and legs and started to stretch outside. Running in the morning always felt so good to wake up to. Even if he was on vacation that didn’t mean he didn’t have time to work out. There was always time for him to make sure he kept his muscles nice and trimmed. 

The longer he ran the more he thought about just how often he worked out. He’d spend so much time in the gym trying to perfect his body. Even if he only did some magazine covers, he still loved the sensation of working out his muscles in a gym. Compared to Pete’s farm, it was more structured. He could pick a muscle he wanted to grow and then focus on it. Make sure that he was perfectly symmetrical while Pete just went for size. But that’s why he loved the big lug. 

The longer he ran, the deeper the memories implanted into his mind. It was clearer. He was a bodybuilder while his husband was a powerlifter. They lived together on Pete’s grandma’s farm. Pete focused more on the farm while he focused on how it looked. Small bits of his previous life poked through but they were explained away. Until he got back to the front of the house. Something looked off about it. Pete’s truck was still there but Dustin’s car was missing. Suddenly a rush of memories shot back through his mind as he tried to figure out where his car went.

“What’s going on!?” Dustin screamed. Nothing made sense. Where did his car go? Why did he feel so weird? What was going on? He pulled out his phone and called the police. He couldn’t believe what was happening. The woman on the phone answered and offered to send someone out right away. Pete rushed outside seeing Dustin pacing back and forth like a madman.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Pete asked. 

Dustin let out another angry grunt. “My car’s missing!”

“Car? But I drove us here,” Pete said.

“What are you talking about? We drove separately.”

“No we didn’t,” Pete insisted. “You rode shot gun in my truck all the way here.” 

Dustin paused as the memory started to solidify. He couldn’t quite understand it but he still wanted to believe it was wrong. As soon as Pete said it, he could remember riding in the truck all the way here. But it still didn’t sound right. “What’s going on?” Dustin begged. The confusion was getting to him and he couldn’t understand it. 

“C’mon man. Relax. You’re being too high strung and we’re on vacation. Just relax,” Pete said. His large bulky body pulled Dustin under his wing. 

Dustin could hear his heart beat as he rested his head on the other man’s massive chest. He ran his face up and down the hairy chest. “Okay…” Dustin agreed. 

“Good,” Pete smiled as he started to lead the other man back to the cabin. However, that was the exact same time the police had started pulling down the rock road. They could see the dust kicking up from the wheels. The police car pulled up the long driveway and parked next to Pete’s big truck.

Two men stepped out of the police cruiser and looked over at Pete and Dustin. “Mornin’,” the driver tipped his hat forward and walked over to the two men. The other stood behind him. He looked a good 20 years younger and probably weighed about half as much. “I’m Officer Mitchel and this is my partner, Officer Brently. We’re here to investigate a missing vehicle?”

Instantly the thought of Dustin’s vehicle rushed through his mind again. “Right! My car’s missing!” Dustin shouted. 

“Dustin,” Pete scolded. “We’ve been over this… Sorry officers, Dustin had a bit too much to drink yesterday and forgot that I drove him back here.”

Dustin frowned as he pushed away from his boyfriend. “No, I drove here,” he insisted. 

The two police officers scratched their heads as they watched the two guys argue. Officer Mitchel cleared his throat drawing both of their attentions. “If I can just take both of your statements that’d be enough,” he finally said. “Then we can at least get started on looking for it.”

“Alright,” Pete started off, “I’ll go first. See Dustin here drove us here in my truck because I’d been having too much to drink. I’d overdone it with the drinking a bit while packing and didn’t realize just how hammered I really was. Dustin’s just thinking that cause he drove my truck he also drove his truck.” Pete leaned into the cop and whispered into his ear, “see, even though Dusty’s so big, he doesn’t really handle his booze all that well. I got him drunk last night and he must have mixed up his whole day.” 

Officer Mitchell nodded. “And you?” he turned to Dusty.

Dusty’s mind went blank as he tried to think about what happened yesterday. He could have sworn that he drove his car here but it was a truck. Pete was drunk, riding shotgun and he drove. “I… I don’t know… I drove here, and well…”

“It’s alright boy,” Officer Mitchell said. “If you think about it a bit more let us know.”

“Sorry…” Dusty said.

“Hey now, why don’t you two just stay for lunch? You and your partner wasted all this time coming out here and why not make it a date?” Pete smiled.

“Huh?” Officer Mitchell laughed. “No we can’t do that…” 

“Why not? It’s almost noon. You two look hungry. And this small town doesn’t have much crime. So just stay for lunch,” Pete continued.

“You hungry?” Officer Mitchell turned to Brently. The younger officer gave a nod. “Alright then. Guess it’s settled. What are you cookin?” 

“I put a roast in the oven a bit ago should be done any minute now. C’mon,” Pete smiled as he led the way to the kitchen. “You and your partner look like you eat big.” 

“You think?” Officer Mitchell laughed again. He ran his hands over his large pot belly as he said it. 

“I’d say so,” Pete smiled. “Go on you two have a seat. Dusty will help with the dishes. No reason you and your partner have to do any more work than you have to.”

Officer Brently sat down but finally spoke up. “Why do you keep saying it like that?”

“Like what?” Pete stared blankly at the two officers.

“’You and you’re partner,’ it makes it sound like we’re dating,” Officer Brently explained.

“Aren’t you?” Pete joked. “I guess I just figured two young handsome police men working together there might have been a bit more between you.”

“Young?!” Officer Mitchell bellowed a laugh out. “How old do you think I am?”

Pete paused thinking about it. “25,” he finally stated. 

“He’s… 25?” Officer Brently started laughing. “Oh right, that’s so close.”

Dusty stared at the police officer. ‘That’s not right,’ he thought. But he couldn’t help but the more he thought about it the more it made sense. His trim muscular physique fit perfectly in the blue button down and black pants. But for some reason he thought the man was balding, but the full head of hair said otherwise. “That’s what I would have said…” Dusty added.

“Thank you,” Officer Mitchell said. But even he paused as he thought about it more. It was like he couldn’t believe someone actually thought he was 25 but something else. “I am in fact 25,” he turned to Officer Brently and gave him a friendly glare. 

“Knew it,” Pete gloated. He turned and pulled the roast out of the oven. “But how long have you two been going out?”

“On the force? Probably about 2 years now,” Officer Mitchell ignored the implication they’d been dating. “We were assigned the same car and we get along well.”

“I bet,” Pete smiled as he set the roast in the center of the table. “Being able to work with your hubby sounds great.”

“But… We’re… Not…” Officer Brently was having trouble forming his thoughts. It was like each time Pete had suggested something that it was slowly becoming true. When the two officers first walked in Dusty didn’t think they were gay but he could feel the conflicting memories starting to form. It was odd. It was just like last night but now he wasn’t too drunk to think about it. 

“Straight,” Dusty interjected. “We know you’re not straight. The matching wedding bands are enough to tell.”

The two officers looked down at their ring finger and stared at the gold bands wrapping around their fingers. Both stared a bit awestruck but the memory of their wedding was quickly forming in their minds. They looked at each other confused but there was a hint of lust. The two blushed and looked away trying to deny their feelings.

“What?” Pete smiled at them. “It’s alright. You’re in pleasant company,” he reached over to Dusty’s hand and gripped it. “No need to be so weird about it.”

“I know but…” Officer Mitchell was trying to think about what was wrong with the situation. He knew something was off. That he wasn’t a 25 year old officer or that he was married to his partner. It was weird thinking about it but felt so real. He couldn’t quite rationalize it away. Memories of them together filled both their minds as they looked at each other. 

“What? Afraid we know too much?” Dusty added. He felt like he was starting to get it a little bit. Unsure what exactly ‘it’ was though. “Or are you afraid we know which of you two’s the bottom?” His voice raised as he tried to suppress a smile. “I think it’s Officer Brently. The strong silent type.”

Pete agreed. “Yeah. Worked out all the time in high school then meets Officer Mitchell who shows him a whole new perspective.”

Officer Brently’s face went red. He wanted to say something but felt like he didn’t know what to say. But at the same time he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his uniform. It was all he could think about as his muscles pressed harder against the blue button up shirt and his black pants felt ever tighter around his thick legs. 

“You… You seem to know a lot about us,” Office Mitchell said. He tried to fight off the memories of mounting his partner. Especially on the slow days in the middle of the night when they were on speeding duty. No one would notice the 30-40 minutes of missing body cam footage when they were off enjoying their night together.

“Is it really that hard to guess?” Dusty smiled. “Look at the size of ‘em. He’s big enough to compete on stage. How could I not know he’s into working out?” 

Officer Brently went red again as he felt his uniform constricting even tighter against his frame. It felt so odd as he felt his muscle growing more and more. ‘This isn’t right,’ he told himself but didn’t feel like he could say anything. Only more memories of him spending next to all his time in the gym to get nice and big. He loved watching his muscles grow. Watching them bulge out of his body and keep getting bigger. “Fuck…” he gasped as he felt his dick get hard at the idea. He suddenly felt incredibly horny as the three guys looked over at him. They were all thinking the same thing, ‘he’s hot!’ 

“What?” Officer Brently asked. Despite his size filling the chair completely and him almost sitting as tall as Pete he had a softer way of speaking. “What’s wrong?” he turned to Officer Mitchell. “Is something on my face?”

“No…” Officer Mitchell stared. “It’s just… I don’t know. You look different… Bigger…”

“Bigger?” Officer Brently looked down at his hulking body taking in the heavy muscles that he had. He raised his arm and gave it a flex, testing the sleeve of his uniform. “Thanks,” he blushed. “I’ve been hitting the gym harder lately. I’m glad you noticed.”

“I’d say it’s working! You’re going to have to give me some tips on how to get so big but stay so trim. I can’t believe how good you look,” Dusty smiled. “I can’t imagine how your partner keeps his hands off you.” Instantly the thought shot through Officer Mitchell’s head. His hand slowly moved closer to the other man. He could feel himself getting hard under the table. 

“Would you mind excusing us for a minute?” Officer Mitchell asked. 

Pete and Dusty looked at each other, then nodded their heads. “Of course. Take all the time you need.”

Officer Mitchell grabbed Officer Brently by the hand and rushed him to one of the back rooms. “What the hell’s going on,” he grunted. Despite his thoughts telling him this wasn’t right, his hands were rapidly trying to grab at his partner’s body. He couldn’t help but grip the solid bulky muscles underneath his hands. His lips leaned in and gave the other officer a kiss.

“I don’t know…” Officer Brently replied between gasps of air. All he could think about was his partner’s dick. His giant hands had already undone the belt around his waist and his pants dropped to the floor. Thick muscular legs holding filled the place where his pants were. His thighs were thicker than any bodybuilder’s they’d ever seen. “But I don’t know how much I don’t like it…” 

“Me neither… And I feel like that should be a problem…” he moaned as he started to take control of his partner a little more. He pushed the muscular giant down onto the bed. Even though Brently was so much larger, Mitchel was able to flip him over with ease. He could see the large hole left from his cock repeatedly beating down inside the other man. “Shit… That’s so sexy…” he moaned as he felt his mighty rod fill with blood. The large erect cock pressed up against Brently’s hole causing the large man to let out a deep sensual moan. 

He bit down into the pillow trying to contain his energy. A bit of embarrassment that they couldn’t hold off until they left the premise filled his mind, but the devious nature made it feel all the better. He couldn’t believe how good it was to get fucked. What had he been missing out on all his life? Acting like this huge tough guy, trying to ignore his feelings, then he met Officer Mitchell. “Fuck me…” he moaned through the pillow.

“That’s the plan,” Mitchell whispered into his ear. “But be quiet about it.” Each thrust he did forced another grunt of Brently’s body. He enjoyed feeling the bigger man squirm underneath him. He loved feeling his firm muscles tighten and loosen as he dug deeper inside Brently. His dick throbbed with every thrust. Mitchell could barely hold onto his excitement. Each moan he heard brought him closer. He could feel himself ready to burst. His mind focused solely on the officer beneath him and then it happened. His body stiffened and mind went blank for a second.

Everything he had inside burst out from his dick into the other man. Several more primal thrust dug into his partner’s rear and he could feel the bliss over him. 

“Shit,” Brently said. “I didn’t put anything under me. Do you think they’ll notice?” he moved to the side and a large wad of cum was on the bed’s comforter. 

“Just don’t say anything,” Mitchell whispered back. “I’m sure they won’t notice.”