Two horny best friends have the means to possess anybody they want, and they have their eyes set on the school's star wrestler and his dad.
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“You sure about this?” Colin asked, peering over the hedge, his clammy hands glistening as he looked through the window.
“Yeah man, I’ve been keeping an eye on them all week,” I told him, my eyes focused on Peter, who unbeknownst to him had two incredibly horny men sitting outside his house.
“No, I mean like, is this cool?” Colin pressed. “Feels kind of weird taking over a dad and his son.” I shrugged, too enamored by the glistening of Peter’s skin as he slumped into his room from practice. I had been obsessed with him since he transferred to our school a few months ago. Halfway through our senior year and he already was one of the most popular guys, star athlete on the wrestling team, and the biggest eye candy in the school.
“It’s fine,” I reassured Colin, forcing myself to break my gaze from Peter to look at him. In his eyes I could see the pool of his emotions. Anxiousness, uncertainty, and deep down I knew he was just as excited at the prospect as I was.
“I don’t know…” he said, trailing off as he looked back at the house. I could see from the first floor that Peter’s dad must have gotten home. Colin always had a thing for dads. Chalk it up to unresolved father issues or maybe he just liked greying hair. Either way, his inclination towards them was enough fuel it the fire to agree to come along with me.
“What if we get caught?” He asked. “I mean, those other guys were just people we didn’t know. Peter goes to school with us. If he finds out we did this, we’re fucking toast.” Peter had taken off his t shirt, revealing the upper half his singlet. Fuck… did he just wear that home after practice? I could feel myself hardening just thinking of that slick Lycra hugging his toned body.
“They’ll have no idea,” I told him. “Remember with those other guys? They didn’t remember a thing, it’ll be the same case here. We just need to be quick and take them over, then we’re done, they’ll wake up and think they just took a nap or something.”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” he said, not sounding any more sure of himself. Peter’s dad was leaning over the kitchen island, still in his work clothes. I could see the appeal Colin found in a guy like him. His navy pants hugged his round ass and even the gut he had was held firmly by the button down shirt. Peter was an absolute dream for me, but it looks like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“You know, when I’m in his dad, I’m going to make you my little bitch,” I teased him. Colin sunk further into the hedge. I could see him adjust himself and take a long inhale.
“Asshole,” he muttered. Chuckling, I gave him a playful slap on the back. Peter’s dad seemed finished reading whatever was on his phone and walked out.
“Come on, we’re wasting time,” I told him, going around the bush and sneaking up to the house itself. It took a few seconds, but soon I heard Colin’s feet as they quickly followed suit.
The house had a back door, which Peter used to get inside after school every day. Right next to it was a rose bush, which hid a small rock I had seen Peter dig for one day when it appeared he forgot his house key. It didn’t take me long to find the rock and flip it over to find the small compartment where the spare key hid. From behind me I could hear incredibly heavy breathing.
“Colin,” I hissed, cocking my head behind me. “Can you just not breathe until we’re not at risk of being found?” Instantly the noise ceased. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it, thankful there wasn’t a single creak made. We stepped inside, looking around to make sure nobody else was present. This opened up to the kitchen, where luckily Peter’s dad had not returned. I could hear a television playing in the other room, which I followed to find what must be his dad’s bedroom.Covered just barely by the sound of the television, I could make out snoring. Perfect.
I crept into the room and found Peter’s dad laid back asleep, still in his suit from work. He must have had a long day. Colin made a small inhale to which I glared back at him. He slumped back and out of the way as I fished the vial from my back pocket.
Colin and I had always been horny sons of bitches. We used to play together but soon found out that we both had an affinity for being somebody else. After a series of kinky confessions, we both became intrigued by the idea of body possession. It took months of work and trying what felt like hundreds of bogus concoctions, but eventually we found what one would call a potion that did the trip. One drink from the vial we prepared and our bodies would enter a transfer like state. We could hope into any other person we wanted and take their bodies over for a couple of hours. Once the potion wore off, we were kicked out and our host would wake up a few hours later none the wiser.
After slowly undressing myself, I stood naked and I uncorked the vial. I took it quickly, trying to avoid the vile taste. It crept in the back of my throat as I felt it do its work. My body felt tingly and my skin began to glisten. See this wasn’t a possession as one would assume where you just hope in the body. Instead, it made it plausible for us to slither into our host like they were a human skin suit. Colin had crept behind Peter’s dad as I stood before him, the potion almost in full affect. Once I felt the potion course through me and my body was practically dripping, I looked to Colin and nodded.
Any reservation he had was quickly done away as he covered Peter’s dad’s mouth with one hand and straddled on top of him. The man’s eyes instantly shot open to find some horny eighteen year old sitting on top of him. Muffled screams start to press against Colin’s hand, but it didn’t take long for me to run up next to him and dive head first. Colin moved his hand out of the way just in time, as only a brief second did the scream ring out before I was stuffing his mouth full.
I was no expert at the possession process by any means, but had a few of them under my belt as I sank further down his throat. I couldn’t see anything, but felt my way around as I felt the space become roomier. I must have reached his gut. Any attempt at him trying to fight us off was held back by Colin holding his arms and legs down.
I felt my legs reach his mouth and tucked them, slurping me feet past his teeth and cradling myself inside of Mr. Montgomery’s stomach. I could feel my enclosure trying to thrash around, but its was too late. I was already full inside and feeling my arms around to his. Finding the openings, I slithered into them, locking my fingers into place like they were putting on a pair of gloves. While I could see anything still, I could feel the new calloused fingers and the pressure of Colin’s hands on my wrists. I patted him on the arm as a signal to move to the legs. The pressure was released and I started stepping my legs down into his.
Next was my favorite part. Position my rock hard cock into Mr. Montgomery’s, I slide into his own like it was a sheath. As soon as my tip was inside of his, I felt the constriction of his dress pants and used his arms to adjust myself. Finally, I rose my head up and felt my lips meet the back of his and my scalp reach the top. I laid completely still, resting after the struggle.
“Derek?” I heard Colin say through my new ears. I opened my eyes and rose from the bed, getting adjust to my new weight. I exhaled and rubbed a hand across my chest, feeling the stretched fabric. Fuuuuck. Maybe Colin had the right idea with Peter’s dad. The man hid some serious muscle behind these clothes, and I have to admit, feeling the stretch of the fabric across my cock was so erotic. Colin stood a few feet away, right by the door, ready to run.
“Boy,” I said, my voice a new baritone which I was not used to. I rested my palm against my knee and leaned forward. Colin seemed like he was about to jump either on me or away from me. I hooked my index finger up and motion him towards me. Standing only a few inches away, his breathing was incredibly heavy and his fingers were twitching. Standing up, I was a clear foot taller than him. He looked up at me as I brought a hand behind his head and cradled it. Leaning down, I stuck a tongue into his mouth and wrapped it around his own. He tried to fight back, but my tongue wrested with his and beat it into submission. Pulling away, he gasped, a small trail of saliva connection our lips.
“Now,” I told him. “Time for you to get dressed.” He nodded and stepped out of the way as I walked past him, giving his ass a slap. He whimpered and followed behind me. Peter was down the hall, behind a door three down I could hear some music playing. My heart began to beat faster as I got closer and closer to it. Once I was standing just outside the door, I looked back to Colin who had his back pressed against the wall.
“Keep an eye out, once I grab him, you run in and jump,” I told him. He nodded and took a deep breath, terrified. I took a step towards him and planted another kiss.
“You’ll do great,” I assured him, taking a tug at the cock pitching a serious tent in his pants. Getting back to the door, I tugged on the edges of my blazer and exhaled, ready to act the part. I rapped my knuckles on the door.
“What’s up?” I heard Peter call out.
“It’s me,” I told him. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah one second,” he said. I could hear him moving around behind the door. After a few seconds, the door opened and there stood Peter, shirtless. He had changed into some sweatpants, but before me was two toned pecs and six abdominals. I couldn’t help myself but exhale and swallow some saliva as I grew exponentially hungrier.
“Dad?” He asked, tilting his head. I cleared my throat and forced myself from immediately grabbing him.
“Sorry,” I said. “Just long day at work and mind went blank. How was school?” I asked him. One of his eyebrows perked up in confusion.
“Fine…?” He said. “What’s going on, you never ask me about school.” I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider. Peter stepped back and couldn’t do anything about me stepping into his room.
“Just thought I’d see how you were doing,” I said. “That such a bad thing?”
“I guess not,” he said, crossing his arms. His back was to the door now and through it I could see Colin, naked and glistening. He was gearing, ready to jump. I smiled at Peter, who was growing all the more suspicious of his dear old dad.
“Look son,” I said, putting an arm on his shoulder. He flinched slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the entire interaction. “I know I haven’t been as attentive as I should be but… you know what? Fuck it, I’m not good at this pretending stuff.” Peter look absolutely flabbergasted, but I took the opportunity, to wrap my new muscular arm around his chest, another hand to cover his eyes and spin him back towards the door.
“What the fuck dad?!” He yelled. But in doing so, gave Colin the perfect opportunity to run straight at his mouth.
He jumped in like an olympic diver, his hands disappearing through Peter’s mouth, stifling his yelling. The force was enough to knock myself and Peter on our backs. I lost my grip momentarily, giving Peter the chance to grab at Colin’s shoulders. He pulled him away from him and I could see Colin slipping out.
“Oh no you don’t,” I told him, wrapping my thighs around his legs and arms around his. Colin was shimming in further, now unburdened by Peter’s resistance.
It was so fucking erotic seeing Colin slip further and further into Peter, his small twink frame sliding further and further down, causing Peter to bulge out from the neck, then chest and finally stomach. The further he got, the less Peter fought back as he began to submit. I loosened my grip on Peter and stood up, catching a glimpse as Colin’s feet slurped their way down. Peter was thrashing on the ground, his stomach expanded as Colin worked his way inside.
Through his skin, I could see Colin’s feet as they pushed down Peter’s abs down his legs, like they were a new pair of pants. Hungrily, I ripped the sweat pants off of Peter and watched as Colin’s feet began to position themselves into place. Peter’s dick laid softly on his thigh, but even so it was an absolute marvel. I had only imagined what it must look like, but here I could see it was a monster. He wiggled his toes, completing the assimilation. Going up, I could see Colin working his cock into Peter’s.
I could feel the saliva building as Colin’s more modest cock took into Peter’s wearing it like a sleeve. It stretched itself out until it was at full mast, easily a good seven inches. As I watched Colin’s arms slide into Peter’s, I brought my tongue and lapped it around Peter’s cock. It was twitching like mad and throbbing at every point of contact I made. Looking up, Peter’s head thrashed back, and I could see Colin’s pushing past Peter’s neck. Once the lump had reached it’s peak, Peter let out a huge gasp and slumped. He was still for a moment, before shooting his eyes open and sitting up immediately.
Looking down, he examined his hands and flexed them. A giant smile spread across his face as he touched it. Chuckling, he looked at me and bit his lip.
“How are you feeling son?” I asked him, feeling a growl build in my chest.
“I feel fucking amazing,” Colin said through Peter’s voice. I chuckled and crept closer to him. We were nose to nose with one another. I was just about to kiss him when he stuck his tongue out and traced it over my bottom lip. Fuck… when Colin was somebody else, he took on this newfound confidence he never displayed anywhere else. He brought his lips up to mine, our tongues fought one another. But soon I was pushing mine deeper and deeper into him. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up, our lips still locked. Once we were both standing, I pulled away and growled, knowing it would drive him wild.
“Okay,” I told him. “Now that we got the bodies, let’s play the parts.” He flashed his gleaming white teeth and stepped past me.
“Yes sir,” he said. I walked past him and out the room. The biggest reason Colin even agreed to this was because he was so intrigued by the idea of the role play we could do here. Me as Mr. Montgomery and him as Peter. I was so turned on at the idea of having Peter as my son and having my way with him that I almost skipped out the door. With my hand on the doorknob and a quick glance back, I could see Col- Peter, looking over his shoulder and grinning at me. He waved a hand at me, motioning for me to leave. I closed the door behind me and waited a moment. Behind the door, I could hear Peter rummaging around, finding his costume. I was so impatient I was about to break the whole immersion and bust in there, ready to force him onto the bed. I took the time to fix my suit in the hallway mirror. Mr. Montgomery was a fucking dilf, not going to lie. He had a powerful stance, goatee and piercing eyes that would make any bitch of his grovel in submission.
“Ready!” Peter called out behind the door. I could feel my heart racing, my ultimate fantasy only a few feet away. I adjusted my tie, pressing the fabric firmly against my throat and adjust my cock which somehow hadn’t broken free after all of this work. I turned back to Peter’s door and knocked.
“What’s up?” Peter asked, sounding exactly as he did moments ago. I opened the door and found Peter in just his wrestling singlet. The bright green lycra hugged his body perfectly and was showing wet patches under his pits and around his crotch.
“Oh, sorry dad, I was just changing,” Peter said, smirking and rubbing his bulge. I bit the inside of my cheek and stepped into the room.
“No, you’re fine son. Sorry, I should have waited,” I told him, adjusting my belt. “How was practice?” He shrugged and sauntered over, releasing the grip from his cock. Still, it stayed in place at full mast and pressed against his stomach from the fabric.
“Real good. Pinned every one of them down. Though coach got a little mad at me. I kept pushing my crotch near their faces and pushed some boundaries.”
“Now son, you know that’s not appropriate,” I scolded him, keeping both wants gripped onto my belt. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah I know. But it was all circumstantial. It was the only way I could get my nose close enough to their balls and inhale their musk.” God fucking damn it Peter…
“You know boy, that’s not something you should really tell your father.” He looked somewhat apprehensive, playing into the character.
“Maybe not, but I just feel so comfortable around you, I thought I could… open up.” He stepped even closer, I could see the sweat stains even more closely now. He must have worked his ass off at practice because the lycra was practically drenched.
“Well it’s true you can tell me about anything,” I told him, unlinking my hands from my belt. I resisted the urge to touch him just for now, wanting to savor the moment.
“Is it true I can show you anything too?” He asked, biting his lip. I brought one hand out and cradled his lower back, feeling the moist texture of the spandex across it.
“I’m a pretty open man son,” I told him. He smiled and sank to his knees, my hand traveled from his back, up his spine and finally behind his head. I rubbed my new dad fingers through his messy blond hair as he looked up at me.
“How about you show me what you did to those boys so I know how bad I need to punish you?” I asked him.
“Yes sir,” he said. He brought a hand up and cradled my balls, before bringing his nose up to my ripe cock. He inhaled deeply, taking in his father’s musk. He wrapped his lips around the impression of my dick, kissing and worshipping at it. I felt a deep moan rumble out of my chest, almost vibrating the both of us with its bass. I pulled at his hair, he looked up at me with his pitiful eyes, practically drooling before me.
“Now,” I told him. “I want you to show me what you wanted to do to those boys.” I pushed his head into my crotch, forcing him to inhale only me. When I pulled him back again, he unzipped my pants and found the pair of white briefs that were desperately holding my cock back. He slipped a finger into the underwear’s opening and freed it.
I just now came to find out my cock was like a fucking bull’s. An absolutely thick piece of meat, even I was intimidated for a quick moment. Peter couldn’t hold back any more. I know he wanted to take his time, but it was only a brief second before he wrapped his lips around my shaft and slid his way down. The rumbling in my chest broke out and I moaned load enough to shake the house’s foundation.
“FUCK BOY!” I yelled, throwing my head back. I brought my hands up to my chest and twisted at my nipples. It was like every erotic sensation this body was capable of broke out and sent a wave of shivers down my spine. I could feel my knees buckle for a moment as Peter worked his way up and down my shaft. I twisted harder, feeling my cock already about to explode and send my seed down his throat. I had to let go of my chest before I spent myself too early. I stuck my hand behind Peter’s head again and forced him down to my balls. He choked for a second, his nose pressed against my belt. I let him go without air for a few second and pulled him back.
He coughed and pressed his hands to the floor, catching his breath. When he looked back at me I could see tears welling in his eyes, but they were hungry for more.
“Get the fuck up,” I commanded. He obliged and stood before me. I grabbed at his cock through the fabric and growled in his ear.
“Whose is this?”I asked him, my lips brushing against his earlobe.
“Good,” I growled again, before sticking a tongue into his ear canal. He moaned softly, his knees trembling for a moment before I pulled away. I snapped a finger and pointed at the bed. He walked over and got on his hands and knees, facing away from me. There was a trail of sweat across his ass crack, which made me press my cock against it and slide across the ridge. Peter was whimpering in anticipation. I pinched at the fabric and pulled. There was resistance at first, but with my newfound strength, I was about to make a small appear. It looks like my aim was spot on because it aligned perfectly with his. Peering in, I could see Peter’s hole, twitching in anticipation through the peep hole I had made.
Sticking my index finger in my mouth, I lathered it up and pushed it through the fabric. I made contact with Peter’s ass, making him shiver. Tracing the finger around his hole, I applied pressure and slowly pushed myself in. Peter moaned to himself before reaching to the end of the bed to grab a pillow. He bit into it as slowly, I pushed the finger to the first knuckle inside of him. He was so fucking tight, clearly never done this before.
I managed to push my entire finger into his hole, pressing the knuckles against his cheeks. Peter’s cries were forced into the pillow as he pushed his ass closer to me. I felt for his prostate and found it easily enough. Rubbing it with the tip of my finger, I saw as he brought his hand to his pulsing cock and rubbed his palm across his shaft. Taking care to not hurt my boy, I pulled out and looked down to see a stream of precut dripping from my cock. I gathered up a sample and took a taste. Kneeling down, I stuck my two index fingers into the hole I had made and pulled them apart. The lycra gave away and the hole spread further and further. I took my time with it, revealing that Peter did in fact have a nice hair ass I could have only hoped for before this moment. Ecstasy took over and I found my large hands gripping at the edges and ripping them apart.
Peter’s cock was finally freed and flopped against the bedspread. I saw it too had begun to leak a fair amount and was staining the sheets. Putting a hand on Peter’s back, I guided him forward. He walked on his hands and knees like the good little dog that he was. Bringing a hand around his waist, I wrapped my meaty fingers around his cock and stroked it a few times before spitting into my hands. I stroked my cock, mine and Peter’s saliva melding together to create a nice slippery lube.
“Take a breath boy, daddy’s going to show you how it’s done,” I told him. “You ready?” He moaned submissively and nodded his head. He shook his ass a little; I couldn’t tell between the two of us who was hungrier for this.
“You’re daddy’s good boy,” I told him, pressing the tip of my cock against his impatient hole.
“Thank you daddy,” he said, unearthing his teeth from the pillow. I pushed against his hole and felt the tip spread it out. Peter moaned in a clear combination of pain and pleasure. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped at the sheets desperately.
“You’re doing such a good job for daddy,” I told him, pressing further. He warm hole opened up for me as inch by inch, he swallowed me up. His and my moans mixed harmoniously as I pushed myself balls deep into him.
“FUCK!” We both yelled as I felt my balls make contact with his taint. He was so fucking tight and felt amazing. We stood there for a moment, he was making my cock pulse as it was wrapped in his sultry sheath. I stood myself up on my knees and put each of my hands on his hips. I pulled back and felt Peter’s hole give such as much resistance, desperate to keep me inside. I let the tip of my cock in as I pushed myself back inside. Biting my lip, I heard Peter gasping and moaning like a bitch. I picked up the pace, the feel of his hole grew easier and easier to get back into as it became accustomed to me.
Peter was practically crying in pleasure as began to piston myself back and forth into him. He was my sloppy little boy and I was his strong father, here to take as much of him as I wanted.
“Sit up,” I commanded him. He pushed himself up and supported himself on his knuckles, arching his back and standing proud. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself fully inside to reach his ear.
“You ready for it to be real fucking good?” I asked him.
“Yes sir,” he said, his voice breathless. I grabbed his chiseled jaw and turned it to face me.
“Are you fucking sure?” I pressed. Without saying a word, he jiggled his ass back and forth. I wrapped my lips around his before brining them back to his ear.
“Good boy,” I repeated. Putting my hands back on his shoulders, I pistoned. Never in my life have I worked a hole so fucking hard, but I was pushing myself in and out as fast as I possible could. I could feel Peter’s cock reacting to every hit to his prostate.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Peter cried out. He leaned his head back, giving me the opportunity to grab at his hair again and yank it back further. We made eye contact before they briefly rolled to the back of his head. Fuck, I know I’m not going to last any fucking longer.
“Fuck boy I’m cumming!” I roared.
“Fuck daddy me too!” He barely managed to say. I felt a rush of ecstasy rush across me as I pumped load after load into his new sloppy hole. Pushing myself as deep as I could possibly go, I made sure my seed traveled deep into Peter’s intestines. Our moans of pleasure mixed together and rumbled the entire house. I could count the pumps my cock made in my head. Five, six, seven, eight… nine… I began to manually twitch my cock… ten…
I was breathing even heavier than Peter was as I wrapped my daddy arm across his chest and kissed at his neck. He was about to fall forward, but I made sure to keep him firmly in place. Our breathing began to sync up as we calmed ourselves down. I made sure to be extra careful as I pulled myself out, my cock still tingling and sensitive to touch. Stumbling back, it was like I was getting used to my new weight all over again. I could see that Peter had left a giant pool of cum under him as he rolled on his back, he dick still a hunk of meat, slapped lazily on his thigh.
“Did you fucking cum hands free?” I asked him, pointing the new stain. He glanced over and chuckled.
“Yeah,” he said. “Never done that before.” I took off the jacket to my suit and undid my tie.
“Damn boy,” I told him. “Impressive.” He looked back and winked at me.
“Thanks dad.” Looking at the mess we made, I was both impressed and hit with the realization of our now clean up.
“You not worried about them seeing this and freaking out?” I asked him. Peter was still riding high. He shrugged and threw his hands behind his head. His pits were immaculate, adorned with matching dirty blond hair.
“Fuck it, we’ll get it cleaned up,” he said, closing his eyes. I chuckled myself and crawled on the bed myself, hovering over him.
“Now where’s this Colin all the time?” I asked him. He put a finger to my lips and shushed.
“Peter,” he reminded me. Smirking I laid myself next to him. He rolled on his side and wrapped an arm around my soft stomach, pulling himself closer to me.
“How much longer we got?” He asked. I checked my watch and shrugged.
“Probably about an hour,” I estimated. He rolled once more, straddling himself on my waist. He slipped his hands under my shirt and felt up my thick, hairy, barrel chest. He wiggle his ass over my cock which began to twitch back to life.
“Sounds like we can squeeze in one more before we leave then,” he said, flicking my nipples between his fingers. I laughed, feeling my baritone notes rumbling through him.
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