Couldn’t believe my luck when I stepped in the open door from the hallways. It was just a smidge, I could have easily walked by. But when I realized the door beeing open I just have to take a peak.
When I stepped into the flat my pulse raised. And you bet it raised even more when I made out some deep beatjing-noises.
I followed them, ending up at the loving room door where I couldn’t believe what I saw: that insanely jacked guy posing in the middle of his living room, wearing nothing but underwear.
My hand basically slid down to the pocket where I had a shot ready by itself…
Jamie and I kept ourselfs on his toes even upto the point where he turned around facing us with some very blunt questions.
When he walked on though I could see in Jamies eyes that this wouldn't stop him in the slightest. He even took some very close shots after that guy confronted us.
And I mean, I couldn't stop thinking of him in that look either...
As nice as he looks when he smiles, or rather I smiled at that point, he really wasn't as nice when I saw him at the bar of his hotel. I watched him a bit, his rather arrogant demenour and I was curious to know if this impression was accurate.
So I decided to have a little fun, looked around and quickly had an idea, following one of several waiters as he went to the private sector.
"Is there any partition available today?" I asked and he luckily responded positively.
"Great, may I have a look?"
Of cause I could. And of cause I had no real interest in using it as intended. In fact I gave him a shot the moment he stepped into the small, rather tasteful room stocked with a comfy seating area and a low table.
He sank towards the seats immediately with me closing the door while already opening his belt with the other hand. I didn't want to waiste any time.
So a few moments later I stepped out of the separee with my new look, checking my waiters outfit for any mishaps.
"Perfect" I smiled to myself.
When I got to the guy I wanted to check on, seated directly at the bar, he had a rather full glass infront of him, possibly something like an old fashioned.
"Anything I can serve you with" I asked, having quite some good ideas of what that mught be if I would choose.
He looked at me halfeyed, with an expression of clear unpleasancy.
"I don't think so" he replied, giving me no doubt as of how much he seemed him self above a waiter like I was at that moment.
'Evidence no 1' I noted as I walked away, eager to look for another disguise.
'Let's see what the restroom has to offer' I thought.
As the restroom was empty, I had a moment to look at myself in the mirror. The waiter was quite cute, maybe a bit average.
'So let's see how average he is in other regards' I thought, attempting to open his belt when the door opened.
An older guy entered.
'Well then...' I thought, following him to the stalls where I, again, waisted no no time to hit him with another shot when he reached for the door.
He was rather nice, greyish hair, not particularly handsome, but not unpleasant to look at either.
Quickly I got out of the waiter and into my new look, bringing his sleak, dark suit in order and starting the reversed conversion for the waiter before I left.
I looked around. The guy I slipped in probably wasn't alone. But I didn't plan on stealing him away too long, so I didn't bother too much about that.
I went to my suspect again, still where he was before, and placed myself on an empty chair close to him nefoee I told the bartender to give me what he had.
I nodded over. But my guy of interest just gave me a rather bored look.
When my drink was ready, I toasted towards him. "Rough day?"
"As rough as any" he answered without really looking up. Of cause this isn't to be blamed in and of itself.
So I tried to enhance a conversation, tried to politely go further, show interest, provide some friendly pasttime.
It wasn't very fruitful and of cause this is absolutely tolerable, but, I gotta say, all the time my first expression of him beeing arrogant and rather negative in attitude wasn't exactly counteracted, even concidering him having just a bad day and simply not beeing in the mood for a conversation.
This especially got fortified when I finally decided to leave.
I just gave him a short "Well, I'll head off. You have a nice evening" when he mumbled:
"Whatever, sicko" in a way that I could crlearly understand it.
I froze. Even though I kinda tried to annoy him on purpuse bye binding him into a meaningless chat, this was another sign my initial expression of him. He really was quite the... asshole.
So I stood there, looked right ahead until I gave out a little sigh of amusement suddenly added "so fuck off already!" In a tone that only I could here, barely showing the true self he just revealed in his handsome face.
And as I turned away to leave there was just the sight I needed, even if I hadn't thought of that before.
A promising girl was heading towards the restroom. And I knew, this would be just the needed next step in my little game.
So I followed, as risky as it might be.
Luckily, the doors to the restrooms were hidden from the main area. So when I got to the womans door I could open it without added risk after making sure that I was alone.
I peaked in at first. Nobody. Just the closing door to the stalls.
So I got in, rushing to the door next to it to have another peak. And as I just saw the back of that girl I took my chance, rushed in and aimed for her side with the shot I had pulled out the inner pocket of my suits jacked.
She already was about to get into one of the stall when I hit her, causing her to instantly go down with me grabbing her by the hips, locking the stall behind us.
Again, moments later, I stepped out and infront of the mirrors of the first room.
She was perfect, cute yet sultry, wearing a tasteful dress that accentuated her nice body in all the right places! How lucky I was, especially in getting her alone. Even the stalls were empty.
So now I could check her out a bit, me, in this very unusual, female form. It always feels very strange to do that, the few time I did it. But this would be worth it, that I was sure of.
So I left, hoping, that my suspect was still there. An involuntary smile emerged on my face when I saw that guy still holding on to his drink with the seat besides him empty.
'Act three' I thought, crossing the room to let myself down on that seat I had just left merely 10 minutes ago.
I lifted my hand towards the bartender. But before I could say something he raised his voice.
"Martini?" He asked with a casual look to me.
"Martini" I replied with a polite smile, playing his not really subtle game. This was exactly the thing I had expected from him. But to be honest, I did grant him a bit more finesse that what he played on further.
"What brings a beautiful lady into a bar alone"
I really had to push hard to contain myself. Such an asshole, such a predictable douchebag. This was exactly what I had hoped to happen, my game was playing itself out nicely.
So I gave in, played the nice, interested girl, looked at him in just the right amount of aw, laughed in the right moments, and held his gaze just the right amount to build tension without beeing too easy.
And it worked. When he finally finished his glass, suggesting another drink in private, I could barely contain the feeling of success.
I nodded.
So we left the bar, talked, laughed on. And when we entered the elevator, undurplrosingly, he didn't hold back to come close, stroking my side, and I gave in to a slow kiss while we ascended.
His room was quite average. But I didn't see all that much as he aproached me the moment we got in, pulled me in to lead his hand over the thin fabric of my dress.
His big hands felt quite good, his left hand on my neck to give me another kiss.
So we made out, drifting towards the room until he pushed me onto the bed. He really wasn't a bad lover which was certainly a welcomed bonus.
But when he started to feel inbetween my legs I decided to stear this into the direction I intended.
And I did it quickly.
With one slick move I brought him onto his back.
"Hmm, a girl that knows what she wants" he said with a smile.
"Oh well this certainly is very, very true." I replied, reaching for my neck before adding some other words.
"You really shouldn't have been such a prick to those that don't fit your type" I said "shouldn't you"
Those last words, though, didn't sound all that girly anymore. In fact he seemed to recognize that tone very well, widening the eyes while trying to get off under me.
But with this, he didn't come very far. While opening that girls shell in my neck I had placed my other hand besides him.
So now it was nothing more than a push to the shot to give him what he deserved.
"You dirty, dirty boy" I rasped with the girls voice, having closed that suit again, leaning down to kiss his shocked, yet motionless face, wandering down his deflating body, exploring what soon would be my own...
(Narrating character Tyler on the right, best friend Jake on the left)
The day I’d been waiting for all week had finally come. Friday, my first weekend off in a month and I was spending it with my best friend going out for some drinks at the gay bars downtown. We weren’t planning to pick anyone up, but hey, anything was possible. “It’s about time you got a weekend off man, I’ve been dying to come out here but I can’t come without my wingman!” He said patting my shoulder playfully. “Girl please, I know you have 20 other guys who you take out here stop lying.” I joked back. We both laughed, continuing to walk down the street until we saw a cop posted up outside the main gay bar everyone went to, and our next stop. “Tyler, look.” Jake said to me, pointing at the officer. A few days prior some homophobic asshole was harassing a gay couple outside the bar, when the gay couple retaliated they were swiftly arrested, and a constant police presence has remained outside the bar to “keep them under control” the police department worded it as. Everyone knew it was homophobia from the department, everyone just dealt with it and toned it down a bit. Jake leaned in close to me so the cop wouldn’t hear him “If I didn’t know why he was here I’d say he’s quite the handsome daddy.” He said in my ear. I was pretty agitated at the whole situation so as we got closer I decided to poke the bear and flirt with him. Jake was right, while he was a bit older than us, there was something rugged and authoritative about him that you almost couldn’t resist. We approached the bar and I wet for it.
“Well hello officer, you’re quite the handsome man aren’t you?” I said in a flirtatious voice. He ignored me at first, hoping I would just go away. “Tyler stop, let’s go inside.” Jake said softly to me not wanting things to escalate. I ignored him and kept pursuing. “You might need to keep me under control officer, with a man like you around here I might start to get rowdy.” I continued. “That’s enough son.” He said in an authoritative and deep voice. “Tyler come on” Jake said again, attempting to pull me away. I stood my ground, wanting to aggravate him more as payback for this unfair surveillance. “Son? If I’m your son I guess that makes you my daddy then, doesn’t it sir.” I said, placing my hand on his arm, which seemed to be the final straw.
“Get your hands off me, I am a police officer and I will place the BOTH of you under arrest if you don’t get a move on.” He yelled at me and Jake. “TYLER, let’s just go inside.” Jake pleaded. Now I was mad, it may have been my fault but I never liked people raising my voice at me, so I kept going. “Why so serious officer? Are those skeletons in your closet screaming to be let out? You don’t want the wife to think you’re one of us do you?” I said noticing his wedding ring. I seemed to have crossed a line. He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me within an inch of his face. “How about you find out?” He said softly so that Jake couldn’t hear him. Find out? What did he-
Before I could even finish the thought something very wrong happened. The officers eyes lit up bright blue. I still can’t explain exactly what happened, but it felt as if my soul was being ripped out of my own body and stuff somewhere it didn’t belong. My vision became a blur and my body enveloped in a buzz so strong it felt like a rung bell. By the time it finally stopped I was looking at the impossible, myself. I had my own shit in my hands, looking at my body smiling back at me. “Enjoy the body, officer.” My body said to me in my own voice. I let go of my old body, my muscles nearly stopped working from how much shock I was in. I noticed Jake still staring at me horrified. I stammered over my words. “Uh- I- I apologize. You two go on about your night. Sorry.” I said, I should’ve pressed the officer now inhabiting my old body on what he had done, but I froze and didn’t know how to even start that interaction. Jake put his arm around my old body and guided him back down the street. Finally I was alone, to process everything that had just happened.
I couldn’t be out on the streets as a police officer like this, so I made a beeline for the first public restroom I could find for a little more privacy. I stumbled into the bathroom, boots echoing loudly on the floor, I nearly fell over trying to navigate in this hulk of a body. If I had to guess I was now 6’4 230lbs at least. Now alone and out of the prying eyes of others, I finally was able to examine my new body.
First things first, I was a lot bigger. My old body wasn’t small, I was average height and weight, this dude was just huge. As much as I didn’t want to admit, it felt very empowering to be this physically imposing. I mean hell, my arms were bigger than my old body’s legs. Then of course there was the uniform. I was wearing the lot, boots, uniform pants, utility belt, shirt, badge, and hat. It felt so strange to be able to walk around with all these things to use whenever I deemed necessary, a gun, ammunition, a baton, pepper spray, and a taser. There was also the wedding band. Memories were slowly coming in of a wife and 2 kids. Various memories raising the kids, getting married, the honeymoon, the anniversaries, the arguments. I felt like I was intruding on another man’s life. I guess I shouldn’t, I mean he did give this life to me willingly. I looked at the name tag pinned to my uniform, my new name was Matthew Pruitt. Last but not least, was my balding head. There was still a tiny bit of hair around the sides and back, but it looked more like the officer just hadn’t shaved it in a while and usually rocked the bald look rather than growing out the horseshoe hair. Then another thing presented itself. As I observed my reflection in the mirror, I noticed a slight bulge in my pants. I moved my large hand to my crotch and sure enough, I was hard as a rock. I tried to deny it, but I was becoming very attracted to my new body. The uniform was amazing to see on others, but to wear it and see yourself adorned with it? Heaven. And to look in the mirror and see a giant bald police daddy responding to your every move, pure ecstasy.
I began posing in the mirror. I know it was corny, but I excused it in my mind as practicing before going out on patrol. I stood in front of the mirror, put my hands on my utility belt, and put on the most intimating expression I could. I felt my new cock leak just from this. Then came the voice lines. “Do you know why I pulled you over son?” I said in my new deep voice, that had a slight southern drawl to it. “That’s OFFICER to you.” “You’re under arrest.” Then for the finale. I pulled my gun from its holster and belted out the classic “Put your hands where I can see them!” The last of which almost made me burst right there. I holstered my gun, and headed back outside to patrol. Every inch of my new body wanted to go into a stall and stroke my new cock til my balls we’re empty but I didn’t want the other officers to wonder where I was, and plus I’d be wayyy more intimidating with my massive bulge showing in my pants. I returned to the Main Street the officer was patrolling, picked a good spot, and stood there looking intimidating, trying to do my best to replicate my new body’s look.
As I stood my post, I noticed how differently people acted around me and even looked at me. People were on their best behavior around me. When people saw me, they looked at me with either nervousness or respect. Quite a far cry from being ignored in my average body or even ridiculed for my orientation. Smaller guys were intimidated by me and would look away. Bigger guys and older guys would smile and nod at me in respect, to which I would always nod back. Then you had the women and the guys coming from the gay bars who looked at me with flirty expressions. Weirdly enough, this new body seemed to respond to both men and women. I may have been onto something when I said the officer was hiding some skeletons.
Don’t get it twisted, my entire night wasn’t just standing on a corner getting my new ego stroked. There were some chaotic moments, I mean it’s downtown on a Friday night. Of course a few drunk guys from the gay bars and drunk women would come up to me and touch my arms trying to seduce me. I wanted to say yes, but this body’s strict adherence to its duties prevented me. Every time a cute man or woman came up to me, inside I was saying blow me in the alley, but all that came out was, “Get in your car and head home sir” in a strict manner. I even had to break up a few bar fights. I was scared for the first one, but realized when I intervened how much bigger I was than everyone else and that I could easily pin down anyone, sometimes even 2 guys at once. I tried not to arrest anyone, it was late and I was trying to take it easy in the first night. I mainly just gave warnings, and occasionally wrote tickets for anyone causing too much of a ruckus. It felt weird to intervene on these kinds of things. I was always a “fight the power” kinda guy. But here in this body I couldn’t think of anything more important than keeping my city safe and crime free. It was like this guys mind was overriding my own.
It was now 2am, I knew I was on the graveyard shift. I only had around 4 hours left til we swapped shifts. Most everyone had gone home for the night, so I decided to let the junior officers handle the downtown, and I would tackle the main roads. I stepped into my police cruiser and was amazed at all the tech at my disposal. Computer for looking up peoples records. Radio for communication with my fellow officers. Buttons for operating the sirens and PA systems. Various radars, and then of course, the infamous speed gun in the passenger seat. I immediately headed for the main roads and set my cruise control to the exact speed limit. It was wild how everyone immediately slowed down and drove perfectly the very second I turned onto the road. Having this much of a presence was still enough to keep me hard this entire time.
I was getting kind of tired so I pulled into a convenience store, grabbed some snacks and an energy drink, then found a side road along the main road to sit on, and set up my speed gun to watch for any violations. 4am rolled around, almost done. I had finished my snacks and energy drink, feeling much more awake now.
I thought I was gonna get my shift over with no issues, but then, one of the radars went off and I saw a car fly past. The speed gun indicated 120MPH. My heart raced with excitement. I immediately turned my siren on and floored it in pursuit. Every car pulled over to get out of my way, I could see the car straight ahead. He tried to speed up but he couldn’t outrun me. I got in the PA system. “PULL OVER NOW OR I WILL CALL IN BACKUP.” I said in as authoritative of a voice as I could. Once I said that he began to slow down and pulled over. I immediately got my flashlight and a breathalyzer, stepped out, and walked towards his window which was already down. The driver was maybe 20 years old, typical stupid kids, I thought to myself. “I’m assuming you know why I pulled you over son?” I said in my best authoritative voice. “Come on man just let me go. There’s no one on the road.” He whined. This pissed me off to no end. “That’s OFFICER to you young man. It don’t matter no one’s on the road, you’re drivin’ dangerous and coulda killed yourself.” I roared. He immediately stiffened up and became very respectful. “License and registration.” I demanded. “Yes officer.” He immediately handed it to me. “Son, if you run I promise ya I will have the entire county chase you down this road, you got that?” I snarled. He nodded silently. I took his documents to my cruiser and ran them through our system. Alex Harvey, 20 years old, 2 tickets in the last 2 months for speeding. This one would not only suspend his license but send him to jail for reckless driving, which would take his license and prevent him from getting a new one for quite some time. After my heart rate slowed from the chase, I noticed my cock was even stiffer than ever. I guess the thrill of the chase and being the hard-ass older cop really set me off. This gave me an idea of how I could finally relieve myself. I walked back to his car and handed him the documents back. “Well son you’ve got 2 options. I can either arrest you right now, impound your car, charge you with reckless drivin’, and suspend your license.” I paused, enjoying the look of horror on his face. “Please no officer, I can’t go to jail, my parents will kill me, is there any other way?” He begged. “Or, you can do me a little favor.” I said in a sinister voice. “What kind of favor?” He asked nervously. I put my hand on my cock, showing the imprint clearly through my pants, and flashed him a dirty look. “No way, you’re old enough to be my dad, there’s gotta be something else.” He pleaded. “Alright son I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car and put your hands behind your back.” I said firmly. “Alright alright I’ll do it.” He said in a defeated voice.
He got out of the car and followed me behind a tree in the woods off the side of the road. I pushed him to his knees and undid my utility belt, then undid my pants and pulled my cock out. I was shocked at how big it was. I guess I didn’t really notice from how big the rest of my body was, but this thing was pushing probably 12 inches. The guy was shocked, “I have to suck that?” He asked in shock. “That’s right boy.” I said in a stern voice. “Now use your spit and get to suckin son.” I demanded. He looked defeated. He spit on my cock, spread it around with his hands, before taking the entire thing in his mouth. I let out a deep grunt. I had never felt anything more pleasuring in my life. “You’re a natural son.” I said in a shaky voice as he continued to suck, using his tongue to try and get it over with quickly. “You must be one of them queers, you’re takin daddy’s cock like a champ boy.” I say in my deep drawl. He tried to speed up to finish, but I was having way too much fun to allow that. I grabbed his hair. He let out a groan. “Slower boy, I know you’re tryin to go quick, you finish when I say you’re finished or you go to the slammer. Got that son?” I threatened. He nodded. “Good boy. Now go slow and you better use that tongue of yours boy.” I ordered. He did exactly as I said. I enjoyed getting my massive cop cock worshipped and did my absolute best to not burst, not only to make it last but to make him have to suck me off for longer. Finally after 10 minutes I couldn’t hold it any longer. I began to stiffen up and moan. I felt him try to pull off but stopped him quickly. “Oh no you don’t.” I saunas I grabbed his head again and forced it all the way to the base of my cock. I heard him gag but couldn’t care less. “You wanna speed on my streets, you’re gonna take my seed til I’m done.” I said. I let loose the biggest load I’d ever released in my entire life. “Oh. FUCK. Yeah swallow my cum boy.” I yelled. As I began to mercilessly fuck his throat. After 20 seconds I was finally done, and I released him. I wiped my cock off on his face before stuffing it back in my pants. And doing up my belt. “See that wasn’t so bad was it.” I said calmly. “You’re nuts” he said in a defeated voice. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. Think of it as a double service. You kept yourself out of jail. And you performed an honorable service for law enforcement.” He started to walk away but I grabbed his shirt, turned him around and got real close. “Now if you EVER tell anyone I will end you. And if you EVER speed on my streets again, your life will be over kid. You got that?” I threatened. “Yes officer.” He replied. “Good, you better go straight home and lord help you if I catch you going even 1 mile over the limit.” We both headed to our cars and went our separate ways.
I let out a sigh of relief. I looked at the clock and it was almost 5:30. Time to head back to the station and turnover. I got back to the station, and all the cops I used to be disgusted with were now my best friends and I could only look at them as such. I got various greetings. The older officers all greeted me as Matt, which was weird to hear these seasoned officers be so casual with me. Meanwhile the younger officers were more formal, usually something like “good morning Sergeant.” Again, it was weird to hear an officer show respect to me, but I loved it. I headed to the back office and began talking to some of the other officers about our nights, telling my story about a rowdy gay couple and a guy speeding. Of course keeping the finer details a secret. 6 o clock rolled around and the morning shift came in. The sergeant of the shift came up to me, I could tell we were good friends just from this body’s natural memory. I even somehow knew his name. “Jim!” I say in a casual voice. “What’s up Matt.” He replied. We engaged in small talk home life, as my new body and him were of similar age. “Whatcha got for me Matt.” He said ready to start his shift. I put on my best impersonation of him, hiding my true beliefs and the sketchy stuff I had just done. “Well we kept an eye on those queer clubs downtown, I had one couple try to mess with me, probably should keep someone posted there, seem they’re not ready to be responsible members of society yet those queers. And I had a speeder off Old Smith Road.” I reported. “Those damn queers, when will they learn.” Jim said disapprovingly. “Well thanks for the info Matt, go home, get some rest, and see your family man” he said going me a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks man, see ya in 2 days.” I somehow subconsciously knew I didn’t have work tomorrow, I had the whole night off which I had big plans for. I gave my new friend a hug and pat on the shoulder before leaving in my patrol car and headed home.
I had never even been in this house yet somehow it still felt like an oasis, my salvation of relaxation that I knew the ins and outs of. I opened the door and my new wife and kids were up getting ready for school. “Dad!” The kids exclaimed. The kids and my wife all gathered around me for a group hug. I was never one to want a family, but I’ll admit I was kinda heat warmed by this whole thing. “Hey kids, you behaved while I was gone right? Didn’t give your mother any trouble?” I asked in a friendly dad like tone. “We were angles” my new daughter replied. My wife nodded in agreement. “All right, go eat your breakfast, daddy’s tired and you guys gotta get to school.” She said, and they obeyed. I hugged and kissed my wife, her presence felt like a warm blanket. “I missed you hon.” She said as she kissed me on the cheek. “Alright go get some sleep and a shower, I’ll see you later this afternoon. Love you.” She said. “Love you too.” I replied before heading to my new bedroom.
I heard my wife and kids leave for school and knew now dad had the house to himself, I could do whatever I pleased. I noticed the hamper in the corner and grabbed a pair of my new body’s dirty underwear and headed to the mirror. I began sniffing this body’s musky scent. My head spun in pleasure, inhaling this manly scent and seeing my hulking cop body in the mirror. I was already rock hard again, so I took out my bull cop cock and began to slowly stroke it while sniffing the dirty boxers and even tasting the leftover cum in them. With how much I had held in on my shift I busted another load after only about 5 minutes of playing with myself. I cleaned up my mess, hung up my uniform, and got in the shower. I enjoyed exploring my new body with no barriers. I fondled my new body from top to bottom, feeling every inch of my massive frame, loving every hair that passed through my fingers. I let the hot water soothe my aged and aching body til the hot water ran out. I dried off, put on some sleeping clothes, and finally drifted off to sleep after what felt like an eternity of a night.
I woke up the next day at 3pm. I hopped out of bed, went to the closet and picked out something to wear. It was mostly suits, dad attire, or jeans and cowboy boots. I went for the dad attire of a polo shirt, khaki pants, and tassel dress shoes. A mile away from my normal dress style, but this suited my new body and somehow seems exactly right.
I got downstairs and made myself some lunch. I had a plan for tonight, I just needed to kill some time til the evening. I pretty much just lounged around the house til my wife and kids got home around 5pm. I greeted them with the typical hugs and kisses, like I had been doing this for years. “Oh honey, Jim wanted to go out tonight, I’ll be back real late, so t wait on me for bed time or anything. “Ok hon, thanks for telling me.” She responded as she began to make dinner while I made sure the kids did their homework before joining helping in dinner. Once it was done I used my loud and authoritative dad voice to call the kids downstairs to eat. I sat down with my family at the dinner table, said a prayer before eating (thankfully the instinct kicked in before I just started eating), and began to chow down, discussing everyone’s day around the table. I hated how much I was enjoying the closeted straight dad life. I despised these people and now was the exact image of it. A closeted, married, church going, right wing, police officer, with multiple kids. Once we finished dinner, I helped clean up before telling my wife I was heading out.
What was my plan you ask? Well I was heading back to the gay bar where I knew my old body would be, and I didn’t want yo beg him for my body back. Quite the opposite, I loved being a cop, being a boring suburban dad and husband, dressing like one, and abusing my authority to get favors from anyone I wanted. My plan was more sinister. I wanted to show the cop in my body what he was missing, to see his body in action. I made sure to get to the bar before my old body would. The evening rush hadn’t started yet, there were only a few guys in the bar. I slowly sipped on whiskey, something I hated but this manly body loved, until the moment came.
I saw my body walk in, he noticed me and stopped dead in his tracks. I patted the seat next to me with a devious smile. He sat next to me, ordered a drink, then asked “what are you doing here?” In a slightly annoyed tone. “Well I wanted to show you how closeted you were, don’t worry I’m not here to ask for my body back, you can keep it. But I have your sexual desires, so you must have mine.” I said mockingly. His eyes went wide as he realized I now knew he was bi and that his new body liked this one. “Come on, don’t deny yourself anymore, be free. You’re in a new body. Come on, put your head on my shoulder. I know you want to.” I said seductively. “But, you’re married. It’s- I” he gave up trying to protest and put his head on my shoulder. The smile in his eyes showed he was finally free for the first time in his life, I knew at that point we couldn’t switch back. I liked this body, and he was finally able to express himself, who was I to get in the way of that.
As we continued drinking I started to get more flirtatious. Putting my arm around him, on his leg, on his inner thighs. Before whispering to him “lucky for you, I know your biggest kinks and fantasies.” He immediately blushed. “Would me calling you son get you hard?” I said teasing him as much as I could. I looked down and saw my former cock immediately start to rise. “That’s what I thought. It’s ok son, dad’s here to take care of you.” I said putting my arm around him and pulling him into me. He immediately clung to me. I knew from here on I had him in the palm of my hand. I continued to tease him until 11 o’clock rolled around. He was looking sad because the night was getting closer to being over. “Come on, dad’s got a surprise for you.” I said to him as I laid our tabs and led him to my car. I pulled into a hotel parking lot and walked towards the door. “Wait I don’t understand, what are we doing?” He asked confused. “Well I’m buying us a room, we can have fun for a few hours, cuddle, then I can head back before my wife wakes up and you can stay in this hotel til checkout time.” I said smiling. “But, but you’re married.” He said trying to think of an excuse. “It doesn’t if it’s not a woman” I said to him. I decided to play on his fantasies even more. “Plus, it’s just father son bonding.” I said quietly. He immediately blushed. “But if we- there’s- ugh. Here’s the thing, if we each cum in each other’s bodies it’s permanent.” He explains. “Ok and?” I asked. “So we’ll be stuck forever. You’ll be stuck in that old dad bod forever and I’ll never see my family again.” He added. “Well I actually prefer this. Sure I’m older, but being a cop is so satisfying, mentally, physically, sexually. I love being an intimidating cop keeping the city safe then going home to be a family man. And besides you’re finally free to be yourself. I’ll still keep contact and introduce you as a friend so you can still have a relationship with them, promise.” I say reassuringly. “You’re sure you don’t mind?” He asked. “This body swap is the best thing that ever happened to me.” I said. “Now, let dad show his boy some fun.
I walked inside and ordered a hotel room for me and my “son”. Within 15 minutes we were in the hotel room kissing, holding each other, and all other kinds of foreplay. “Come here son, let dad hold you.” I said softly. I guided him into the bed, and pulled him in close, kissing his forehead like he was my own son.
“I love you dad” my former body said softly, now fully committed to the role play. “I love you too son, now let dad see his boy.” I said as he stood up and followed my orders. Slowly stripping off the clothes I had bought for myself, exposing the body I had taken care of for 30 years. “My boy is so beautiful. Now undress dad.” I ordered. He complied, slipping off my shoes, then my socks. He moved to my torso, slipped off my shirt, and began to rub my chest, and play with my nipples. “Oh wow” I whispered, this body’s nipples never having been played with before. He finally down, unbuckling my belt, and sliding off my pants. My cock was standing straight up, the front of my boxers were soaked. He slowly slipped them off, my cock hitting him in the face when the boxers finally went over it. He sat kneeling in front of me waiting for instructions. I grabbed my cock and began slapping him in the face with it. “You’re gonna do what daddy says right?” I asked in a stern tone. “Yes dad.” My former body answered. “You’re my toy right, dad can use his boy how he pleases?” I continue. “Yes dad, you made me so you own my body.” He answered obediently. “Good boy. Now open your mouth.” I ordered. He obliged. I put my large hands on the back of his hand and began to slowly push it forward. “Oh wow, your mouth feels amazing son.” I say with a shaky breath. It was so strange, almost wrong, to be in this married man’s body, making him suck his own cock, me getting sucked off by my own body. But I didn’t care, that’s what made it amazing.
I let him keep sucking me off for a few more minutes before I pushed his head back gently, laid him on the bed, put his legs on my shoulders, and prepared to take my former ass, and for him to get fucked by his own cock. “Are you ready for dad’s cock son?” I asked. “Yes dad, show me how a man fucks.” He practically begged. I spit on my dick before sliding it slowly into my former ass. It shouldn’t have felt this good to fuck what was, in reality, myself. Being in this huge body, dominating myself was too good to be true. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I would have to make it worth it. I began to speed up, my former body began to moan almost uncontrollably. “You want dad to show you how a real man sucks cock son?” I asked. Between breaths I could hear “yes…..dad……please.” While continuing to dominate my former ass, I also took my former cock in my new mouth. Being a man this big and sucking cock was a massive turn on, making it even harder to not blow inside my old ass, sealing is like this forever. We continued this for a few minutes before I noticed he was struggling to keep it in, and so was I. I took my cock out of my new mouth, “you ready to be my boy forever son?” I asked in a lustful voice. “Yes dad, make me yours.” He begged. I engulfed my old cock in my mouth again and went as hard as I could while fucking my former ass. I felt myself finally let go, pounding as hard as I could, moaning while still having a cock in my mouth. My old body could no longer hold it either, shooting my own cum into my new mouth and down my throat. It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had, whether it was us getting locked in each other’s bodies influencing it or just pure lust, I wasn’t sure. But what I was sure about was that I was now, and forever, Matthew Pruitt.
“How was it TYLER?” Making sure to use new names as we were now permanently each other. “The best sex I’ve ever had MATT.” Come here, let me hold you in my big arms before I have to leave. He smiled the biggest smile of the night, got as close as possible to me, while I wrapped my big arms around him, pulling him close to my bear body. As I rubbed his back and head, he fell asleep quick in my arms. I set an alarm for 5 am, so I could be home before my wife would wake up. I was looking forward to my new closeted, straight, Christian, right wing, cop life on the surface, while on the side I have a friend named Tyler who will do anything I ask him to.
Day 15 of life after the body swapping incident that affected downtown Washington DC, and life was still weird as shit. Some people were calling it the Great Shift– a government cover-up for a science experiment gone wrong. I don’t think a two mile radius really deserves a “Great” moniker but I had to admit it was catchy. Others were calling it a terrorist bioweapon meant to cause havoc across the nation’s government. That did seem possible, but the terrorists had terrible aim if that was the case.
A few people even said it was a plan to put key politicians into younger, healthier bodies, but… I know for a fact that one isn’t true. I was there at ground zero when the swap occurred, working as a personal trainer at the gym. All those desirable bodies, mine included, went to some of the most pathetic white collar workers you could imagine. Whatever happened, it was definitely an accident.
It’s been a month, and I still haven’t gotten used to my reflection. I hope I never do, to be honest. The government is working on getting this whole mess resolved, and I can only hope it will be sooner rather than later. I’ve never had hair this long, and I am in desperate need a of a haircut. Since it’s not my body, I’d have to fill out a requisition form, and I keep hoping it won’t come to that.
One of the first things the Government did was send in the National Guard to put everyone affected into a quarantined hotel area, and then they started drowning us in regulations and paperwork. I’m still working as a personal trainer… only now most of my clients are lazy office drones. Those desirable bodies I mentioned? I’m in charge of making sure their new owners keep them in shape. I’m slowly losing my sanity.
“Mitch! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said, walking out into our shared kitchen. Uncle Sam was putting us up in some very nice accommodations, I had to admit, but my clients-turned-roommates left a lot to be desired.
“C’mon Grady, it’s Saturday,” he said, as if that was supposed to be an answer. I kept starting at him until he continued. “Saturday is my self-care day, and today that means Netflix and cookies. I don’t see what the big deal is…”
“Absolutely not,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give me those, that is way too many calories for one serving. We’re sharing those with the whole floor.” He rolled his eyes and sighed at me, but at least he obeyed me. I can’t help but feel self-conscious bossing all of these men around, especially when they’re large enough to beat me to a pulp if they knew how to leverage their strength. The real Mitch was a lanky college intern who had no idea how to build or maintain muscle mass. Russ would’ve had a heart attack if he was here to see even half the things Mitch wanted to do in that body.
As I walked the plate of cookies out to the common area, I couldn’t help but notice that Larry was still sitting at his room’s computer desk, shirtless and surrounded by a few wadded tissues. Gross, but… I’ve seen Larry’s old body. I can’t entirely blame the old pervert. “Please tell me you didn’t stay up all night watching porn again.”
He just smiled at me, his bloodshot eyes telling me everything that I needed to know. “So what if I did, Grady, it’s Saturday. The fitness schedule you made for me says I don’t have to work out today, and a sleep schedule isn’t a part of the body cohabitation contract we all signed. As long as I still eat three healthy meals today, you can’t make me do anything. So how about giving me some privacy?” He was right, of course. Larry was one of my most frustrating clients, because he knew exactly how to do the bare minimum and nothing more. Tana was one of the gym’s biggest over-achievers, so seeing his body do a complete 180 had been quite the adjustment.
I knew better than to engage with him right now– better to save my strength for fights that I would be able to win. I set the cookies down in our shared kitchen, waved at a few of the other guys, and retreated back to the bedroom I shared with one other man.
Simon smiled at me, and I could feel my frustrations starting to lift away. “Good morning, Grady. Rough start?” he asked, looking up from his book. Simon was a licensed psychologist who happened to be at a nearby Industry Convention when the Great Shift happened, and I was so glad to have his assistance dealing with all of the heated emotions that boiled over during the aftermath. Furthermore, Simon had ended up in my body. It was a relief to know that my body was being controlled by someone responsible, even if seeing myself each day came with its own set of weird situations.
“You have no idea,” I said, shaking my head. “Or rather, you have an exact idea, because you’ve also had to deal with those guys. I don’t suppose you would be up for some… stress release?” I asked, peeling off my tank top and tossing it onto the floor.
He laughed, quickly setting aside his book and his glasses. “In this body? Always!” Was it weird that I was having sex with my own body? Maybe, but honestly, our daily hookups felt like one of the least weird things about this whole mess. I always knew I was an attractive man, and I’ve always been attracted to anyone who keeps themselves healthy, regardless of gender. Presumably that’s how Simon now felt– I know that ever since I’ve been in this new Twink body, I have only felt attraction for hairy men. Sexual attraction seemed to follow the body, not the inhabitant.
“Do you ever worry that we’re complicating things?” Simon asked. “For whenever the government is able to switch everyone back into the right bodies, I mean. They’ve told our loved ones that we’re in quarantine, but… how can we go back to normal life when this is all over?” I understood where he was coming from– his real body was at least twenty years older, and while he didn’t like sharing too much about his life, I’d gotten the impression he had a wife and maybe a few grandkids waiting for him back home.
Simon clearly had a tendency to overthink everything, and I was now used to offering friendly advice while his warm load was still inside of me. “Honestly, I think we’re dealing with a stressful situation, and we’re all just coping however we can. There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex. And I don’t know about you, but… if I didn’t try to get a wide range of experiences inside of this temporary body, I think I’d regret the missed opportunity forever.”
He smiled at me. “I suppose you’re right,” he said, as he sipped on cheap hotel coffee. “’In sickness or in health’ wasn’t really meant to cover something so impossible. And I’d rather seek forgiveness than forever ponder what might have been.”
“Glad to hear it,” I said, smiling back at him. I think we both knew it was a bit selfish, but how else could we be expected to process these strange new desires? Yeah, I guess I felt a bit guilty having sex with someone other than my girlfriend back home, but… when else would I ever get an opportunity to have sex with myself? I don’t think there is a person alive who could blame me.
Ardhi lagi santai di sofa kontrakannya yang mewah sambil pegang joystick. Malem ini dia ngajak beberapa salesman distributornya buat nongkrong, biasa lah, biar bonding katanya. Salah satunya Ismail, yang walaupun udah lebih tua dari Ardhi, tetep manggil dia Pak karena posisinya Ardhi disini kan sebagai seorang Assistant Area Sales Manager dan Ismail sendiri sekedar salesman distributor dengan badannya yang cungkring dan perangainya yang secara umum pendiam.
"Pak, maaf, ini saya buatkan kopi dari kampung istri, semoga Bapak suka," ujar Ismail sambil nyodorin gelas panas. Ardhi menepuk pundak Ismail sambil tertawa
"Mantep banget lu Is, emang lo paling bisa servis-servis begini," ujar Ardhi seraya dia teguk kopinya dalam-dalam, tidak menyadari ada rasa pahit aneh di belakang lidah. Malam semakin larut, pelan-pelan semua salesman izin pulang meninggalkan Ardhi, kecuali Ismail. Saat tinggal berdua saja, Ardhi yang sedang beres-beres hampir tersungkur jatuh dan ditolong oleh Ismail untuk diangkut ke kamar.
"Anjir... gue ngantuk banget tiba-tiba," gumamnya sebelum ambruk di sofa, badannya lemes kayak boneka.
Ismail nyengir lebar, mata liciknya berbinar.
"Akhirnya, tidur juga kamu Pak," ujarnya dengan nada yang tiba-tiba terdengar sangat picik. Dia langsung kunci pintu, tarik gorden, dan membopong tubuh kekar Ardhi ke dalam kamar tidurnya. Lalu, Ismail mulai ritual ilmu hitam yang udah dia persiapin berhari-hari. Lilin hitam, jimat darah, mantra kuno yang bikin bulu kuduk merinding. Semalaman dia komat-kamit mantra, badannya berkeringat, sambil sesekali ngintip Ardhi yang lagi ngorok pulas. Lalu, dia ambil baju Ardhi dan terus melanjutkan ritualnya setelah memakai pakaian bosnya sendiri itu
Pagi harinya, ritual selesai. Ismail berdiri di depan cermin, badannya berubah pelan-pelan. Wajahnya jadi persis Ardhi—wajah ganteng tajam, rahang tegas, rambut pendek rapi. Tubuhnya pun ikut berubah. Otot perut sixpack yang kenceng, dada bidang, lengan kekar. Bahkan tahi lalat kecil di pinggulnya ikut muncul.
"Mantep ini....aku jadi Pak Ardhi sekarang," bisik Ismail sambil ngelus-ngelus kontolnya yang lagi ngaceng keras liat transformasi yang terjadi pada dirinya. Dia padahal udah ngiler banget mau coli, tapi dia tahan dulu hasratnya karena sejatinya dia lebih pilih untuk gausah mandi dulu dan ngehirup aroma badannya sendiri sama baju yang udah dipake seharian kemarin sama bosnya itu. Plus, ini udah jam 07:15, dia harus mulai briefing salesman jam 08:00 jadi dia gak bisa telat karena telat bukan kebiasaan Ardhi, nanti orang-orang curiga lagi
Ngelirik ke tempat tidur, Ardhi asli masih lelap banget, badannya telanjang dada cuma pake boxer. Ismail nyengir,
"Lo tidur aja, bro. Gue yang jadi lo hari ini."
Menyetir dengan lumayan ugal-ugalan sambil nyanyi lagu Bahasa Inggris yang dateng secara natural ke otaknya, dia berhasil nyampe distributor jam 07:55 dan langsung jalan ke kantor distributor yang ada di sebelab gudang, para salesman langsung pada berdiri hormat.
"Pagi, Pak Ardhi!"
Ismail—sekarang Ardhi palsu—jalan dengan angkuh, dada dibusungin.
"Pagi. Kopi gue mana? Cepet! Kaki gue pegel banget nih dari kemarin, ketarik deh kayanya." Dia langsung duduk di kursi bos, angkat kaki ke meja, kaos kakinya yang dia belum ganti mengudara dengan enteng di ruang briefing. Staf cewek yang biasa bikin kopi langsung gemeteran tapi nurut. Ardhi ngebuka koran harian yang sebetulnya jarang dia baca, tapi buat-buat drama kayanya seru. Otaknya muter dengan berbagai rencana dan dia tiba-tiba nyengir
"Gun, closing berapa kemaren? Dibawah kan? Apa plan lo hari ini?"
Sunyi.....Gunawan, salah satu salesman kepercayaan Ardhi cuman bisa diam. Tadi malam padahal Gunawan sudah info terkait plan-nya bahwa gap kemarin akan di-cover di awal minggu depan.
"Seperti info tadi malam kan Pak---"
"Gue rasa itu gak cukup. Gue gak mau laporan minggu ini ke Pak Irwan minus. Perlu gue turun kah hari ini? Gitu aja gak bisa kah lo handle?"
Staf pada kaget. Biasanya Ardhi ramah, sekarang arogan banget. Tapi siapa berani nanya? Ismail makin menggila ngerasain power jadi Ardhi
"Lo semua males kerja ya? Gue mau cek lapangan sendiri hari ini. Mau gue liat kinerja kalian tuh gimana. Oh iya, Ismail info ke saya. Dia sakit. Saya udah izinin dia istirahat jadi saya bakal ke supermarket Cahya, tapi sisa rute dia kalian bagi-bagi rata, bisa kan?"
"Ehh---uhh iya Pak," ujar satu suara dari pojok terdengar ragu
"KOK CUMAN SATU YANG JAWAB?? BISA KAN?!" ujar Ardhi sambil menggebrak meja seraya menaruh koran bacaannya, wajahnya terlihat sangat marah.
"Siap bisa Pak!" jawab semua salesman kompak
"Gitu dong. Yaudah cepet siap-siap pergi, gue ke gudang dulu, si Is bilang Cahya punya beberapa sample yang harus dibawa,"
"O...oke Pak,"
Saat dia masuk ke dalam gudang, dia bertatapan mata dengan Veri, salah satu staf gudang yang baru dan lugu, tapi ganteng banget kayak orang kota Dia baru ultah ke-20 kemarin dan entah dari mana, Ismail tiba-tiba terbersit pikiran bejat ngeliat Veri yang bisa dibilang idola kampung. Dia suruh Veri ikut ke belakang gudang, kedoknya sih buat ngumpulin barang-barang request supermarket Cahya. Di sana, gaada angin gaada hujan, Ismail buka resleting dan ngeluarin kontolnya Ardhi yang udah ngaceng mentok
"Isep, cepet. Kalo lo gak isep, gue bakal tuduh lo nyuri dan gue bisa jamin lo gak akan kerja di sekitar sini lagi,"
"P---Pak, maksudnya ap---"
"Ahhh, jangan banyak bacot. Ini kontol gue ngaceng dan gue mau lo isep, gak usah belaga lugu deh,"
Mata Veri melotot tapi takut, namun akhirnya ia berjongkok dan mulai ngisep kontol ngaceng di depan matanya itu. Ismail pegang rambut Veri sebelum dia jambak dan lalu dia gerakkin itu kepalanya seakan si idola kampung ini cuman mainan semata,
"Ahhhh fuck....enak juga mulut lo coy, pernah ya lo begini? Oke deh kalau gitu, telen nih sampe tenggorokan njing!"
Ismail/Ardhi ngentot mulut Veri secara brutal, air liur Veri netes-netes seraya air mata juga ikut keluar, sampe akhirnya Ismail/Ardhi gak kuat nahan lagi dan muncrat beberapa kali di dalam tenggorokan Veri. Crot. Crot. Crot. Crotttt......
"Telen semua, jangan ada yang tumpah atau gue bakal potong gaji lo 100 rebu per tetes. Mmmhhhhh ffuuuucckkkkk.....bagus Ver,"
Saat Ardhi menyembunyikan kembali kontolnya ke dalam celana khakisnya, ia sudah menggunakan baju Veri serta tangannya sendiri untuk membersihkan sisa residu dari sesi ngentot pagi ini. Dia menyicipi rasa peju Ardhi dan matanya terbelalak, enak banget super creamy, tapi dia tidak mau terlihat seperti orang yang gila seks atau semacamnya jadi dia membersihkan dirinya di kamar mandi sebelum beranjak pergi
Sesampainya di Cahya sekitar 1 jam kemudian, Ardhi ketemu beauty advisor cewek yang cantik pake seragam Pantene, namanya Yuli. Tubuhnya slim, tapi mukanya nakal banget jadi bikin Ismail horny. Ismail langsung nyamperin dengan senyum Ardhi yang ganteng.
"Wah Yuli, bagus banget kamu dandannya hari ini, cantik banget,"
Yuli kaget tapi seneng,
"Wah Pak Ardhi, biasanya Bapak nggak segini deket." Mereka ngobrol di lorong, Ismail sengaja mepetin badannya, tangannya nakal tiba-tiba ngeraba pinggul Yuli.
"Kamu cantik banget, Yul. Duh, jujur-jujuran aja nih, saya kesini cuman karna mau liat kamu,"
Ismail cepet-cepet ajak Yuli ke parkiran belakang, tepat di belakang mobil dia mencium Yuli di bibir sebelum mengarahkannya masuk ke mobil.
"Masuk sini." Begitu pintu tertutup, Ismail langsung mencium bibir Yuli dengan brutal, lidahnya masuk dalem, tangan meremas tetek Yuli yang kenceng.
"Ahh Pak... ini di parkiran," erang Yuli tapi dia sendiri pun udah basah. Ismail buru-buru buka kancing seragam ungunya sebelum buka pakaian Yuli, payudaranya meloncat keluar setelah dia buka branya dan putingnya yang keras terlihat berkilau seakan dia masih produksi susu walaupun anaknya sudah SD semua. Ismail hisap puting Yuli kuat-kuat, gigit pelan, sambil tangan kanan masuk ke rok Yuli, jarinya ngocok memek ibu beranak satu itu yang udah banjir.
"Kamu basah banget Yul, ini kah kelakuan seorang istri beranak satu? Kamu mau ngisep kontol saya ngelebihin punya suami kamu sendiri kan ya?" Tanya Ardhi dengan geragas sambil menjamahi tubuh beauty advisornya sendiri. Yuli hanya bisa mengangguk pelan, "Iya Pak... tolong..."
Ismail melepas celana khakinya serta sempaknya untuk menunjukkan kontol gede dia yang udah ngaceng tegak. Dia dudukin Rina di pangkuannya, kontolnya masuk pelan ke memek ketat itu.
"Ahhhhhsstaga FUUUUCKKKK... enak banget memek lo, Yul. Kayak perawan!" Dia ngocok pinggul Yuli naik turun secara brutal dan dengan mudahnya, menyebabkan mobil dinasnya bergoyang-goyang dengan liar di parkiran pas di luar loading dock yang untungnya lagi sepi. Tangan Ardhi meremas dan menjamahi tubuh mama muda itu, mulutnya menghisap leher Yuli dengan sangat kencang hingga meninggalkan hickey. Yuli cuman bisa jerit-jerit keenakan,
"Pak Ardhi... dalem banget... ahhhhnnggggg Pak Ardhi saya--- saya--- mau--- NGHAAAAPPP---!" Ismail mempercepat temponya seraya ngebekap Yuli yang jadi terlalu berisik dan saat dia udah ngerasain badan Yuli menggeliat dan udah deket banget klimaks, dia pun berbisik "
"Cum bareng gue, blay!" dan disaat itulah dia muncrat deras di dalam memek Yuli, sperma hangat membanjiri memeknya yang juga mengeluarkan cairannya bagai keran bocor. Mereka napas ngos-ngosan, Rina masih gemeteran dan terus ngeluarin air kayak ledeng.
"Emang bener omongan orang-orang. Deres banget kamu kayak jablay, pasti laki kamu gak pernah semantep ini kan ngewe kamu? Makanya sampe segitunya kamu muncrat?"
Yuli mencoba menjawab tapi Ardhi langsung menyelanya
"Gausah dijawab. Udah, cepet pake pakaian lagi terus kamu izin pulang. Saya udah nyuruh Tia masuk manjangin shiftnya ngegantiin kamu. Saya bilangnya kamu tiba-tiba lemes,"
"Pak, tapi kan saya digajinya per---"
Ardhi melemparkan sepuluh lembar 100 ribu Rupiah ke dada Yuli dan bilang
"Saya mah berprinsip. Saya nyuri jam kerja kamu ya saya bayar. Anggep lebihnya itu tambahan,"
Puas sama Yuli, Ismail langsung balik ke kontrakan dengan kontol masih setengah tegang. Ardhi asli masih lelap pulas di kamar, badannya telanjang dada, boxer agak melorot nunjukin bulu kemaluan dan kontolnya yang lemes. Ismail nyengir mesum,
"Hmmmm....giliran lo, Pak. Gue mau ngerasain gimana mantepnya body lo itu," Dia buka baju, telanjang bulat, naik ke kasur. Tangannya mengelus dada Ardhi yang asli, mencubit putingnya sampe mengeras? lidahnya menjilati leher sebelum turun ke perut sixpack Ardhi. Aroma badannya yang cuman tidur doang ditambah betapa erotisnya bayangan di cermin tepat di sebelah kasurnya ngebuat Ismail nyaris gila. Tanpa buang-buang waktu lagi, akhirnya dia buka lah itu sempak dan ngisep kontol Ardhi yang mulai bereaksi walau pemiliknya tidur nyenyak.
Kontol Ardhi ngaceng pelan di mulut Ismail. "Mmmhhhhhhh emang beda rasa yang asli, lebih mantep," gumamnya sambil ngisep dalam-dalam. Lalu dia balik badan Ardhi, angkat pantatnya yang kenceng. Kontol Ismail/Ardhi yang udah basah ditambahin lagi pake liur yang diolesin ke palkonnya sendiri sama lubang pantat Ardhi yang rapet. Pelan-pelan dia dorong masuk.
"Ahhnnnghhhhhhh......sialan! Sempit banget, Pak! Lo bener-bener virgin ya?" Meski Ardhi tidur karena obat dan ilmu hitam, badannya bereaksi. Ismail mulai ngocok pelan dulu, lalu makin cepet, dorong-dorong kasar sampe bolak-balik. Suara plok-plok-plok memenuhi kamar yang menjadi semakin steamy
Ardhi asli meski pingsan, kontolnya ngaceng maksimal dan badannya gemeteran.
"Fuck... lo lagi ngerasain juga ya?" Ismail nge-fuck lebih brutal, tangannya memegang pinggul Ardhi kuat-kuat. Akhirnya Ardhi asli muncrat deras tanpa sadar, sperma putih kental muncrat ke perutnya sendiri. Ismail langsung jongkok, ngisep sperma itu lahap-lahap. Rasa asin manis campur aneh, tapi tiba-tiba kepalanya seakan dihajar karena otaknya banjir informasi yang lebih dalam: nomor rekening tabungan Ardhi, password WiFi rumah, pacarnya di Jakarta, rahasia affair bosnya sendiri sama istri distributor lain, bahkan detail materi meeting area besok.
"Anjir... ini gila sih. Ini informasi-informasi yang lebih dalem dibandingkan apa yang gue dapet dari pakaian ini. Wow.....dan ini belum semuanya???"
Ismail semakin horny, dia coba nyodok lagi pantat Ardhi yang masih basah dengan cumnya sendiri. Tapi tiba-tiba ada aura panas yang nge-block dia, kayak dinding gaib yang bikin kontolnya nggak bisa masuk lagi.
"Sialan! Kenapa gini? HAH ANJING LAH, FUCK!!"
Frustrasi berat tapi udah keburu horny, dia ambil HP Ardhi dan telpon si Veri.
"Veri, lo ke kontrakan gue sekarang. Jangan ada yang tahu. Kalau berisik atau bocor, besok lo gue pecat. Gak ke sini, juga gue pecat. Paham?" Veri yang masih susah ngomong dari tadi pagi, suaranya gemeteran, tapi dia gak bisa nolak akhirnya cuma bisa bilang "I-iya Pak..."
Veri dateng 20 menit kemudian, badannya masih pake seragam gudang, muka polos tapi badan kuli umur 19 dengan sixpack tipis. Ismail—Ardhi palsu—langsung tarik dia ke ruang tamu dan dengan cepat mengunci pintu kontrakannya.
"Diam lo. Tetangga jangan ada yang sampe denger." Dia buka celana Veri dengan kasar dan langsung ngeluarin kontol anak itu yang sejujurnya lumayan gede untuk ukuran badan dia yang lean ripped, tapi ya emang sering kan badan gak gede-gede amat, tapi punya kontol kayak misil. Dia dorong Veri ke sofa dan dengan cepat dia isep kontol Veri yang segera ngaceng dalam hitungan detik ke titik terpanjangnya di 17 cm, nyaris nyaingin punya Ardhi. Veri cuma bisa terbelalak ngeliat bosnya dengan ganas naik-turunin mulutnya di kontolnya, tapi sentuhan lidah dan suara becek dari pertemuan kontolnya dengan mulut Ardhi ngebuat Veri cuma bisa ngedongakkin kepala ke atas dalam penuh kenikmatan. Saat dia coba ngerang, dua jemari Ardhi yang licin karena dia abis ngocok kontolnya sendiri dengan cepat langsung ngebungkam mulut Veri dan si anak gudang itu auto diem sambil ngisepin jari berlumur peju itu. Pas udah serasa deket banget klimaks, Ardhi malah stop ngisep dan dengan cepat ngebuka baju sama celananya sendiri. Dia berdiri dengan gagah di sebelah badan Veri yang lagi bergelinjang di sofa nahan biar gak crottt dan langsung dengan mudahnya, Ardhi malah nempelin kontolnya ke mulut Veri.
"Sekarang isep ini lagi, cil. Lebih dalem dari tadi pagi, dan jangan berani-berani lo pegang kontol lo itu atau crot sebelum gue, ngerti?"
Veri nurut, rahangnya kaku tapi dipaksa telan sampe tenggorokan. Ismail ngocok mulutnya kasar, air mata Veri netes. Lalu dia balik badan Veri, dorong pantat anak gudang itu ke atas. Kontol Ismail masuk kasar ke lubang pantat Veri yang masih perih dari sebelumnya.
"Tahan ya blok, gausah tereak-tereak lenjeh, atau gue bakal buat ini makin sakit!" Dia nge-fuck Veri doggy di sofa ruang tamu, tampar pantatnya sampe merah. Veri gigit bantal buat tahan erangan, badannya gemeteran, "Pak... sakit... tapi... ahh..."
Ismail bener-bener menggila, ngedorong seluruh 19 cm kontolnya sampe pangkal ke dalem lobang Veri, tangan meremas sixpack tipis Veri sambil ngegigit bahunya.
"Lo milik gue hari ini. Terima semua peju gue," Dia muncrat di dalam pantat Veri berkali-kali, ganti posisi mulai dari missionary, cowgirl, sampe ruang tamu penuh bau seks. Veri tahan semuanya, badannya lemes, kakinya gemeteran, rahang kaku karena mulut dipake terus. Entah berapa kali pula dia nembakkin sperma dia kemana-mana, intinya sih sofa itu bener-bener lengket karena campuran segala macam cairan keduanya. Jam 9 malem, Ismail akhirnya puas dan dengan senyuman Ardhi yang dia buat bengis, dia cuma berdiri tegap aja di sebelah badan Veri yang udah dia tidurin secara brutal dan tanpa henti
"Pulang lo. Besok kerja normal. Kalau ada yang tanya kenapa jalan lo lucu, lo diem aja." Ujar Ismail dengan suara berat Ardhi dan dengan entengnya dia pukul pantat Veri yang masih merah akibat di-pounding relentlessly selama beberaoa jam belakangan. Veri pulang dengan kaki gemeteran, pantatnya nggak bisa rapet, rahangnya pegel dan badan bau seks, dan Ismail cuma senyum simpul ngintip dari dalam kontrakan sebelum masuk balik ke kamar dan ngecek Ardhi yang asli. Aura penangkal masih ada, kontolnya nggak bisa deket lagi.
"Sial... padahal enak banget tadi." Dia pasrah, dan setelah memfokuskan pembacaan mantranya lagi, badannya kembali ke wujud aslinya sebagai Ismail dan bukan sebagai Ardhi si Assistant Area Sales Manager. Dia endus seragam Ardhi yang udah dia pake seharian dalam-dalam dan kontol dia yang kayak stick dan cuman 11 cm pas ngaceng itu sempet-sempetnya ngeluarin pre-cum. Dia cuma ketawa girang dan lempar baju itu ke keranjang laundry. Kapan-kapan, dia akan lakuin ini lagi. Malam ini saatnya mengumpulkan energi dan belajar lebih intensif lagi, siapa tahu dia bisa bertahan lebih lama lagi sebagai Ardhian Haikal Prawirya pada kesempatan berikutnya
Epilog:
Veri gak bisa tidur. Badannya nyeri. Pikirannya kalut. Walaupun udah mandi sedemikian rupa, dia tetep ngerasa gak tenang. Jadi dia coba nyuci mukanya lagi di kamar mandi dan tiba-tiba, ada sesuatu yang rasanya menyeruak dari dada dia dan pelan-pelan ngebuat dia sulit bernafas. Setelah megap-megap di depan wastafel, tiba-tiba dia ngeliat bayangannya sendiri dan cuman bisa kaget saat badannya gerak sendiri seraya dia ngebuka lagi celananya padahal dia gak ngegerakkin satu pun bagian badannya
"Mmmmmmmm.......lo yang paling banyak dia pake, badan lo oke juga sih, walaupun biasanya gue jagonya mainin cewek. Tapi, boti kayak lo oke juga. Hah? Lo top dan straight? Ohohohoho, kayanya sih lo gak bakal lagi ya mikirin cewe hahahahah, jadi gak sabar nih ah ngegodain si Mail biar dia buruan make lagi itu badan si Ardhi. Hhhhh mantep banget bodi dia tuh,"
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No English for this one because this is already so long. You can put this into Google Translate to read this if you don't speak Bahasa Indonesia, cheers
"Ayo, nunggu apalagi? Ini mumpung ketek gue masih basah dan gue udah sengaja lho gak pake deodoran, liat tuh dia udah ngaceng gitu, gak usah belagak straight lah pake bawa-bawa temen cewek lo segala,"
Jodi just gulped as Deni, one of the more popular PT in the gym, cornered him in the stall and claiming he noticed all the glances and licked lips that Jodi did in the past 2 months. The facade Jodi tried to pull by bringing a bombshell girl friend of his did last week seemingly fell on blind eye as no one believed it. Just as intended ;)
"Gue notice gerak-gerik lho 2 bulan belakangan ini lo kayak berubah. Well, tapi mungkin itu juga trik lho, lo mancing kita-kita kan? Selama ini all casual, no show off, ngomong tentang cewe atau bola, sekarang lo kayak burung merak jantan lagi nyari pasangan, you're trying to make a move on us, huh? You feel secure enough ya sekarang? Glad that you figured out the cue from me and the others,"
HAHAH, Deni really still believed that he's still talking to Jodi, not knowing that exactly as he said around 2 months ago, something shifted inside Jodi as he was no longer in control of his own body. His horny, 19 years old younger brother Joni was in charge of the 24 years old studly new-jobber and oh boy what a time to seize control as Jodi just got promoted, broke up from his girlfriend of 3 years and moved into a new fancier kost-an which now Joni exploited for his own benefit. With the term holiday still lasting until mid-September, Joni will have quite some times still to cherish this lifestyle upgrade and maybe, it starts with sniffing Deni's deliciously musky pit and see where it goes from there
Es de un hombre mayor queriendo chatear con GingerBred, el sujeto de las siguientes fotos:
En realidad Rodrigo creó está estafa usando fotos de este modelo y creo un perfil de citas para engañar a cualquiera persona que se interese en su perfil al ver las fotos de Ginger. Rodrigo agarró su teléfono y revisó el mensaje del hombre mayor con la siguiente transcripción: -oye hermoso, he visto tu perfil y me interesa conocerte, aunque yo sea algo viejo, aún tengo muchos trucos para enseñarte 😜❤️-
Al ver la determinación del anciano, Rodrigo supo que debía corresponder el mensaje con alguna foto para lograr quitarle varios billetes al hombre mayor. Con suerte Rodrigo es un cambia formas, solo visualizó minuciosamente cada ángulo y composición de las fotos de Ginger que tiene en su perfil y con una sola respiración el se transformó en él.
Rodrigo se volvió una copia intacta del modelo Ginger Bred, cada vez que Rodrigo lleva a cabo una transformación, su adrenalina se eleva al máximo y sus deseos sexuales se incrementan demasiado, la emoción fue tanta que Rodrigo le compartió las siguientes fotos al viejo con un link de su ubicación para que ya venga ahora mismo a su casa.
Ya hasta Rodrigo olvidó poner la cantidad de dinero que costaría la visita a su casa, pero por ahora eso no importa, igual todos los viejos siempre tienen mucho dinero. Está será una ganancia exquisita.
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Olivia didn't know what was happening, that night was a fraternity and sorority night. Almost every house on campus was joining in on a massive party, filled with alcohol and other moments any college student would envy.
Luckily for her, she was part of one of the most selective sororities on campus. Almost all the jocks or popular guys were paired with their "sisters", even she was dating the quarterback. It was absolutely perfect, and that night was even more so.
The music was loud, drinks were flowing, it was an atmosphere of complete debauchery and chaos. She knew that several rooms in the Kappa sorority (where the party was being held) were being occupied by... You know, there was a sock on the doorknob to prevent interruptions.
Her boyfriend had left to get drinks, although she felt like it had been almost 20 minutes since he left. She entered the house, somewhat unsteady from the drinks in her blood, heading for the kitchen to get more, but suddenly, she felt herself faint.
She waited for the loud thud against the floor, but instead, she felt something soft like... a mattress?
She opened her eyes; everything was spinning, but she managed to see a ceiling, the lights off, the music still playing, but she felt cold. That's when she felt a tongue run over her skin and fingers dig into her thighs, which made her let out a loud gasp.
However, as soon as she opened her lips, it wasn't a female voice that came out, but a deep, male voice. She didn't understand anything that was happening, but she stood up as best she could as soon as she felt his tongue moving faster toward her. She could make out her boyfriend's curly hair between her legs. For a moment, she felt relief. Until she thought, when had they gotten there?
She wanted to say something. But in that instant, she felt something she'd never felt before: Travis, her boyfriend, slid his mouth right into something she hadn't felt this morning...
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Be real, I’m everything you all want…even those of you that vowed to never date a white dude. I mean I didn’t always used to be white, but over the past few years I’ve learned to embrace it and all the privileges that come with it. It’s crazy to think it’s been 2 years since this crazy white guy tried to run me off the read because I called him out on his racist BS. The weights of the world needed to balance that out and gave me a chance at new life….and a new career path as hole for pay.
Psh it’s not like it’s hard. You all think you’re so much better than straight men, rising above their horned up thinking and misogyny but you’re no better. Starting an OF in this body only proved I was right. I was hot before but now the racists want me because I’m as milky complected and light haired as they are. It was never about how hot it was, it was how different I was.
So yeah preventing him from killing my old body was the right thing to do. Night in and night out you can catch me with a new stud. Each more diverse from the last, just to remind him who’s driving his body now. I’m sure he doesn’t mind since it pays sooooo well. I used to be able to sense him there, whimpering about losing control of the body he was born into. But pretty early on in my possession of his alabaster physique, those cries went away when me and my first boyfriend broke up. I chalked it up to him giving up during our breakup hookup. God could that man go and go and go. Our hatred made that moment and unforgettable one. A lay so incredible, when it ended I thought a loud pop of fireworks went off in my head. We moaned in unison, each rock back and forth perfectly coordinated to collide back into each other. As if to confirm with our bodies that we were perfectly made for each other.
After that and two more failed attempts at love I just turned off that want in my head and pursued happiness through money. Every day would become a routine of lust. Wake up to work out. Gotta look good each video. Shower than eat a specific calculated and mundane breakfast. Gotta look good each video. Edit thirst traps before the hook up arrives. Shoot the newest video. Say bye to the hook up, find a protein, go for a run, shower, then eat a mundane protein dense dinner. Old me would have hated the new me. But fuck it I have money, people want me, I look good for a white guy. What’s there to worry about.
So anyways I’m going to this influencer event. The themes all fancy so I can’t go half naked like I usually want to. Gotta show off the goods, ya know?
The event was bland, and I quickly realized it was a hollow influencer event with no one there for substance. As I walked back to my room in the nearby resort hotel, I dropped the room key. I quickly bent down to pick it up as a man came around the corner just as I get back up with the original vigor. Our heads colliding at full steam. I get a first look at his impacted face on my way down to my firm buttock.
I’m only now starting to realize I began living his life as an adult star and forgot to keep up with my body in its coma?!
It turns out that loud pop all those years ago wasn’t just an incredible climax, it was a final push getting him out of this body. But what I didn’t know then was that all souls trapped on this plane of existence have to go somewhere. No nefarious one made its way into my old body, it turns out the fates wanted to balance their scales for real. Making the racist bigot inhabit everything he hated.
The once racist bigot was surrounded by a community of love and family he never truly had in his life before. They showed him how to be human, empathetic, selfless, and all, or so I convinced myself. Something I began to lose along the way living this lonely life. Once the throbbing stopped he collected himself and realized who now stood before him.
We walked over to a nearby 24/7 diner and just caught up. Where I found success selling his body, he found the same in mi-“his” over the years. But whereas I sold lust, he sold practical masculine gym bro guidance.
It was like meeting a whole new person seeing him inside there. He wore the cocky straight white male confidence that I could never. He embodied it because he lived it and I only emulated it. There was an allure to it but maybe that’s just because I always found myself attractive. From the outside it’d probably look like another white guy with a fetish, but between us there was a palpable lust to know….to acknowledge. He may have been a racist in the past, but we bother shared a desire to lay with ourselves. It was erotic and wrong…but one thing led to another and before long we were inside my room.
I was so used to having to take charge that I wasn’t expecting what happened next. That natural aura returned. He was shorter than my body now but he was more versed with using all those muscles in a practical way. He pushed me against the wall with a satisfying thud. I was winded in shock that he was handling me the way I’d always wanted to be. He made me feel small and petite despite my creamy 6’2” muscled stature.
Our mouths explored each others until he decided he wanted to escalate.
With a forceful nudge down that somehow mixed condescension and romance he locked eyes with me as I got on my knees. Once I reached where he wanted me, I was reacquainted with my old thicker friend. I had never seen myself from this angle and I could only imagine his fans that he’d thirst trap for ever got to see this. I closed my eyes and just opened to take it. His hands once again guiding me to match what he wanted. I was lost in his impression of me. I tried to live the role. Pretending I was just swooned by my old body and he was gifting me with his salty and girthy presence. This energy felt familiar……ooooohhhh that’s what it was. This felt like it did with my ex…..pureeeeee ecstasy.
I followed his lead as he guided me to a bed and told me to lie on my back, head over the edge of the bed. He made himself home in my throat, rocking back and forth keeping me full. I couldn’t tell if I was dazed or surrounded in bliss as his moans began erupting out. I don’t think I ever did that, must’ve been something he brought over with him. I was lost thinking about all the ways he was now portraying me as. How cliche too, a POC sleeping with a white guy….I got lost in my thoughts as my former body continued using me. Then I was ripped right back into the moment as he began to say he was going to….when I felt it coat my mouth. I passed out hearing him laugh in enjoyment.
I woke up the following morning to see him putting on workout clothes I brought for me. A moment of silence ended by the most chilling words I’d ever heard in my life.
“Thanks for the fit dude. You know I gotta thank you for all this. Now that I think about it, it’s sick being biracial. I’m Asian and Latino, I can say shit that would’ve got me so cancelled before. This is such a life hack dude. Anyway Imma hit you up anytime I wanna do this again. I already texted slurs to my phone from yours. So if you ever want to say no, just remember I could bring down your little adult video empire by cancelling you. Also thanks for letting me record last night, maybe I’ll start and OF of myself. It was a pretty hot collab. Calling me by your name? Nice touch.”
There was a man named Joel who was a handsome, but was passive and lacked integrity in character, once went to high school, full of potential and opportunities that were set before him since birth, coming from a wealthy family.
Due to his unrealistic expectations of people and lack of practical thinking as well as being privileged with good looks, many people didn’t take him seriously and envied.
However, due to him being too easy going, Joel would be on bullies radars which as time progressed got him beat up and name called.
Now he wasn’t the type of guy who was too weak to defend himself or couldn’t fight back, he was capable of standing his ground if he actually applied himself to do so.
But due to his family strong religious beliefs, they were strict to follow them to a T, even enforcing them on their kids, which sheltered there real world knowledge they could have gained through experience.
One of these were to turn the other cheek, and if they hit that one, well the give them the other again and forgive them, which he took as literally forget about it.
This alone was enough to cause bullies to keep provoking him, knowing he wasn’t going to do shit being too easy passive and easy.
However, he wasn’t without any defense for he had a friend named Butcher who by his name meant business.
Now butcher was Joel polar opposite in a way for he didn’t hold the same values that Joel had.
Butcher was born in a middle class family who went to churches, but it was more of a special event, nothing too strict or serious. He had to work hard to get what he had in life and as time grew would take pride in it.
He worked out and did what he needed to get by in school and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind if something didn’t make sense.
He meet his friend Joel when he was middle school when he was playing football. He saw how Joel got humiliated when they picked a fight with him between classes.
Seeing him get beat up set off a trigger that made him wrathful which lead to him beating them up, saving Joel from further injury.
From this day, they became friends and honestly his personal bodyguard.
Now they did things together like play video games and workout, which made Joel pretty strong physically on top of his good looks as time progressed making him more desirable for the ladies.
However, his chances of any real relationship continued to fall since he would have these bullies that caused problems in his personal life.
Butcher as time passed got tired of seeing his Joel get bullied, not the bullies alone but Joel passiveness.
“Bro you need to learn to fight back, there gonna keep picking fights with you because they see you as easy target”, said Butcher.
You know that I’m not allowed to fight back due to my religion code, said Joel.
That doesn’t mean that people should step over you and I can’t always fight for you, said Butcher.
These words came to past one day when Butcher was walking to work at noon and a speeding car that ignored the stop sign, hit him at over 80 miles an hour which caused instant death.
Now this was the beginning of Butcher new life as a phantom who can move among the living and not be bound to a body.
He continued to watch his friend Joel for the remainder of his school year, now 18. He hoped that his death would have at least inspired a spark inside him to stand his ground, but the years past after graduation and then college.
Over the past 5 years, he still allowed people to push over him, enduring there abuse and it’s not even physical anymore, he didn’t even speak with a sense of authority, only always apologized to them when he did no wrong.
Maybe 2 years I could understand but 5 and he still doesn’t fight back,
If I was alive again, I would not allow this, Joel is wasting his life with his body, said Butcher.
This is when a light bulb went off in Butcher head to possess Joel’s body.
Now Butcher remember stories about how people would possess bodies to become another person, he kinda enjoyed it as a quink.
He thought to attempt it on his old friend Joel.
One night, when Joel went home and smoked pot that he could before going to bed high, Butcher put his plans in motion.
Maybe I should go through the cock or mouth, so many possibilities, but I’mma have some fun with it, said Butcher as he phase through Joel cock slit and started pushing his ectoplasm form through.
The complications cause Joel to wake up in a startle wide awake wondering frantically why his feelings exotic euphoria in his penis.
Before he could react it was too late, for Butcher was already half way through as Joel started to spasm like a man who has intense hypothermia from the cold.
Joel cock was rock hard, and thought if he could get his hand there, he could stroke this spirit out of him, but when he realized that masturbation is a sin also, he lost control of his hands to move.
Meanwhile, Butcher was working his ectoplasm form into Joel whole body, stretching out each limb and after inserting his head through his neck, everything went black for a few minutes.
Eventually, Butcher awakened and was in full control of Joel’s body.
What’s going on, give me back my body, said Joel.
No can do man, said Butcher confidently.
Who are you, why did you do this to me, said Joel.
Because you are a waste of life, said Butcher.
I’ve never did anything bad to anyone and always avoided fight, I also never started fights either so there no reason why this should happen to me, said Joel.
Exactly, that’s why your here, Joel, you never did anything.
Your passive and to soft for this world, but I’m hard and will make use of this life more than you have, besides I always protect and looked over you in hope that you might take action and stand up for yourself, but you choice passivity instead of practicality,
Is that you, Butcher, said Joel.
Yes, and now I am Joel, said Butcher.
You won’t get away with this, I have the power to repel spirits by the “power of Christ”, and I cast you out, said Joel with intent.
Yea, that’s not how that actually works, in fact, I shouldn’t exist by that logic, you were always a dreamer who never understood reality.
Before I let you go remember this,
“A soft man, can’t do a hard man work”, said Butcher as he drowned Joel in the deepest parts of his consciousness.
(Breath heavily)
Butcher then gets up to go to a mirror, checking out his new body with the mirror close to the bed.
Damn, he always did take good care of his health, I’ll give him credit for that.
This face is just peak masculinity, a pleasant surprise to wake up to in the morning, said Butcher as he stood halfway up at the bed.
He then leans on the side of his bed, taking in the morning sunlight as he hit his near beautiful naked tan skin basking in the moment as though he was born again.
In a way, he was for the first time in years since he was in flesh again since his untimely death.
After a while, he slowly got out of bed, wanting to get a clear, fresh display of his body while standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Butcher now Joel, stands and flex his lean muscles, feeling every vein and muscle as he near perfect control of his body.
He then begins flexing his pec as he bounces each of them, posing in the mirror and then proceeds to feel his well defined abs and the side of his oblique.
These tattoos look real good, makes you look dangerously sexy, though tattoos aren’t even allowed in your religion, hell I’m not judging, said Butcher.
His hands continue to go further down feeling up his new growth between his legs. As soon as he felt the thick rod, Butcher begins to lose himself as he stroked it not taking long before reaching climax and almost slipped losing balance until he quickly caught himself, leaning back on the side of the mirror.
Panting and breathing from the euphoria, Butcher said,
“Woah, that’s one sensitive piece of cock you got here, bro, hehe.”
Shortly after, he felt up his glutes, loving how smooth his butt was.
Damn, I see a lot of dick coming in your future, said Butcher.
After a while, he heads back to the bed, laying back in the cover a bit, while the sunlight gazed upon saying,
You know, before I died, I was actually wanting to experience another side of myself, SSA, or same sex attraction to other men.
I couldn’t do it sadly I died, but now I won’t be the only hard man who gets to be inside you, Joel.
But don’t worry, I took care of you when you were alive, that will never change even now.
This is the start of a new and daring Joel and he will sure as hell fit the part.
“After all, a soft man, can’t play hard ball.”
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