SUBURBAN LEGENDZ: The Bridge Toll

 

 

Zarick rose from the water, how the fuck was he supposed to know, it was real. If you lived by the coastal suburbs people loved to joke, "Always carry change on you, never know when a troll might appear.” No one ever fucking said the ‘trolls’ were men with 6 pack abs, in nothing but underwear muscular enough to give Hercules a run for his money. 

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It was just the pier, barely a bridge, even if it did connect one platform to the other. Zarik’s ankle got yanked as he was pulled into the water, a stud asking for payment, standing over the young man. Zarick thought it was a joke and laughed. What would a hot dude be doing living under bridges anyway?

The stud only answered, “I am The Toll Collector.”

Zarick admitted he didn’t have any change on him, thinking that’d be the end of the joke.

Instead, the man launched himself at Zarick, easily grappling the smaller male and pulling him down. They sunk into the water, only a few bubbles rising to the surface before going still. 

The light of the sun on the surface of the water got further away, as the two bodies sunk into what should have been impossible depths. Zarick thought he’d drown with the man squeezing him so tight but even as his last air bubble escaped, his lungs didn’t stop. Zarick got cold but the man’s body heat was flying into him, warming him up. Then Zarick got too warm. His veins were on fire, but it felt so good he just needed to release.  A small explosion as Zarick’s chest puffed up the zipper of his hoodie flying off. He wrapped his arms and legs around the man, afraid he  was going flying off and sink if his body did it again. 

The Toll Collector held Zarick like a child, swimming with ease underwater now that the young man was no longer struggling. All the while Zarick grew, nestled against the man, starting with his limbs. Arms and hands adapting to cut through water. His ass pushed the seat of his pants until it spilt, the future powerhouse of a larger body. The hamstrings, and quads weren’t far behind, able to generate that new power. The tennis shoes he had were tragically rendered inert as his feet broke free, gargantuan flippers that didn’t even need to be webbed to tear through the water.

Warmth continued to flow freely into Zarick, finding a home despite however far they were underwater. The Toll Collector released his hold, but Zarick did not, afraid of losing the heat, and ashamed to admit he enjoyed being cradled. The man continued to swim easily, despite how large Zarick was getting, no drag or resistance in the water. He spun around, flipped, and did multiple tricks to keep Zarick entertained. Zarick realized he could feel The Toll Collector’s heart beat. A powerful pounding that echoed into his body and with each pump made abs pulse to life on Zarick’s skin. Kissing Zarick on the cheek, the man spun them around, and peeled off the scraps of clothes that remained. Everything sunk to the bottom as Zarick was left in his white briefs. Zarick nuzzled the man’s face and got tickled by the beard hair, not noticing it had kickstarted an eruption over his own face.

Lastly,there was the expansion in his underwear pouch, like overgrown fruit his balls enhanced, as his cock fattened up. He was as big as the man holding him now and their cocks lined up together, pressed against the other. Zarick wasn't in any rush to let go as The Toll Collector danced about. Their cocks throbbed against the other, not a battle for dominance, but a search for unity.

The Toll Collector pulled both their underwear down so their cocks could meet. They frotted in the ocean swimming to The Toll Collector’s command. Zarick was sure he’d spill his seed first, but then the man was inside him. A cock lodged up the ass The Toll Collector had helped sculpt. Zarick’s moans disappeared into the Toll Collector’s mouth, as the man kissed him deep. Zarick same his seed shooting out into the sea. The Toll Collector held Zarick close one final time, and shoved his cock further up inside him as he began to spill. Zarcik sensed a new warmth that wormed its way to his brain. He had been reborn. And now history and knowledge had been blessed upon him.

After copulating, the two did not immediately separate. The Toll Collector stayed buried inside Zarick, Zarick stayed wrapped on the man, both their underwear back in place. They could have spoken, but there was no need to, their bodies had done all the talking. Zarick had no idea he was down there for, nor did he care. His world was The Toll Collector and vice versa. He got the sense The Toll Collector enjoyed not being alone. However, they had a mission and a duty to perform it.

The Toll Collector started to swim up, until the sun’s rays came through the water. He paused, not going further up. Zarik turned his head, out of the nape of The Toll Collector’s neck toward the water’s surface. The passage where he failed to pay. It was all slowly coming back to the forefront. It was his responsibility now, The Toll Collector would be off to a new place. That is if the Toll Collector hadn’t stopped. Zarick turned to face the toll collector. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong. It was obvious: The Toll Collector had reproduced and was not quite ready to let go of his ‘young’. Zarick had to be the one to get off the Toll Collector’s waist. Their bodies separated for the first time in days. A final kiss on The Toll Collector’s lips, and Zarick swam up and broke the surface.  

He emerged every bit of man The Toll Collector had been to him. His white briefs held tight to his body. Zarick didn’t know how he was supposed to know it was real, but there he was, the new Toll Collector, in all his glory waiting to seek payment from passing travelers. They would pay or be anointed the same fate he had been.