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Desperation
The desperation in his eyes, thats what caught me. He was just a nerd sitting outside on campus, but when we locked eyes- I knew I had to help him out. I gestured him over to me, beckoning his body like a puppet- and of course his legs followed. He was confused but as i held his face, making his acne ridden skin clear, he seemed to understand. I kissed him as his jawline became sharper, masculine, a goatee and mustache sprouting as i puleld away. That same desperation remained as i trailed my hands all over his body, sculpting him as he blew up. 6'5", thick juicy muscle, and a gigantic donkey dick. Before i snapped him out of his trance i cupped his pecs, inflating them, watching them pillow out in my hands.
"Please stop, i can't take it anymore" his voice was like thunder, deep, but simulataniously soft and buttery.
As i let his body free, he latched back onto me, amking out with me as i felt his gigantic dick grind up against me.
"Excited huh?"
He gulped and nodded.
My favorite part about changing nerds was that they kept their desperation, my favorite part about a man.
Nice story 😼
Kirk Ziegler and Enzo Grimaldi in Trunks (2005) dir. Steven Scarborough
Took long enough...
I had been very lucky, going into that pool to slip into the hunk sitting there almost asleep. I basically just sat down besides him, our shoulders touching without any reaction on his side.
With me, on the other hand, my body was momentarily drained, my self beeing drawn out in excitement, flooding his nice shape, opening my new eyes, his eyes, seconds later.
Jamie on the other hand had a bit more struggle. He had been gone for a while after following that other hotzie that left the poolarea when we entered.
As he later told me that guy went to the sauna. Jaamie sat down besides him just like me, but immediately got a hevy side eye for doing that in the empty space. So when he casually lowered his hand on that guys sweaty knee he almost pulled it away.
But Jamie managed to make the connection, starting a literal fight, squwezing into that body after what felt like ages, even longer to gain control. He almost was pushed out several times as he told, even looking like that guy had some kind of experience with that stuff. But it could also just have been that unfortunate combination of him beeing pretty alerted and naturally resistant.
Either way he eventually made it. His victorious smile hightening the appeal exponentially as he walked towards me, awaiting him excitedly, my former host long gone, Jamie now chugging away that speedo before joining me in the pool.
Time to celebrate...