Red Hot Youth
“God I missed this.” Arthur grinned, hand on his hip as stopped near the top of the mountain to admire the stunning view. Lush greenery extended as far as the eye could see, only broken up by a huge lake down below. The small town where he’d started his hike was hardly a speck from all the way up here.
“No more knee pain. No more back aches. No young ’uns telling me what I can and can’t do for my age.” Arthur took a long deep breath before running a hand through his full head of hair. The sensation still seemed alien to him. “Though I suppose I am a young ‘un now.” He chuckled before looking down at himself. His strong new body was so full of life that it practically radiated vitality even beneath his clothes. Just the way his pecs bulged against his shirt or how his quads flexed with every little shift in weight. It all made him feel so alive again for the first time in decades. Honestly it was an even better view than the landscape ahead.
Arthur couldn’t help letting out a small grunt as the front of his pants began to tighten. His cock was already swelling again at the mere thought of his young hunky body. “God damn…” he mumbled while tracing the outline of his dick. “Was I this horny when I was this age?” He’d already jerked off once early this morning when his morning wood just refused to go down before his hike. Then a few hours later he had to stop again halfway up the mountain just to bust another load behind some shrubbery. And now here he was getting yet another stiffy. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it. He’d just forgotten over the years how insatiable a cock could be in its prime. Especially when Arthur could barely even look at himself without drooling. Just the feeling of these young muscles moving at his command, bulging with every step as he ascended the mountain, had been enough to make him want to cream his pants.
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Just a few days ago Arthur had been an eighty three year old man. He lived in a nice home with his wife of just under fifty years. He had three adult children, a daughter and two sons, as well as four grandchildren so far. He’d lived a good long life up to now and at his age he shouldn’t have had much to complain about. But there was always something he couldn’t help wishing he’d done.
Most of the time it was all the hiking trails and mountain climbs he never got to do. In his youth hiking had been one of Arthur’s biggest passions. He adored the adventure of getting to explore all the different sights and wonders nature had to offer. Not to mention the challenge of pushing his body through days worth of walking and camping through any kind of trail he could find. The connection he felt to the world around him was unlike anything else. To Arthur there was nothing quite like the beauty of discovering some secluded part of nature just off a path that was almost untouched by humans. Whether it be a hidden waterfall or a sparkling river that flowed through an opening in the foliage. Same goes for completing a long and gruelling ascent to the peak of a mountain and getting to experience whatever fabulous view it came with. For all of his twenties and some of his thirties, that was Arthur’s life.
But eventually he had to settle down. Partly due to pressure from his parents and society itself. It was the 1970's after all and most men his age had long since become fathers. So he gave in. He soon met a woman to marry and have kids with and before he knew it he was practically housebound with parental responsibility. Hikes and climbs were few and far between. It was only once his kids moved out that he finally had enough real time to start adventuring again. But even then between being out of shape and being middle aged, it wasn’t as easy as it used to be. He got tired much quicker and struggled to complete climbs and trails that’d once been a cake walk. So much so that his wife and children would start telling him to be careful and to go easy. Those comments would only start to sound more forceful and condescending the older he got. By the time he reached his seventies, his kids would lecture him about his own fragility if he so much as mentioned the idea of hiking. As much as he understood their concerns, it didn’t make it any less frustrating for a man who was once so free.
Now that he was in his eighties, all he could do was think about all the places he wished he’d gone when he was younger. All the adventures he missed out on. It was selfish of course considering he’d had such a good family instead but he couldn’t help it. He was at that age now where he was reevaluating all the decisions he’d made throughout life and what might’ve become of him had he done things differently. Along with that came another regret. Not exploring his sexuality.
For a long time Arthur had known he was bisexual. He found himself just as attracted to other men as he was with women, if not more in some cases. But naturally, having grown up and lived in a time where being queer wasn’t well tolerated, he hid the part of himself that was interested in men. He presented himself as nothing more than straight because it was easier and safer. In hindsight he couldn’t help but wonder if he should’ve been braver but the past was the past. Even now his family had no idea of his bisexuality, not that it particularly mattered at his old age. He couldn’t get up for a man now anymore than he could for a woman. Although… there was one man that’d been able to make his aged cock twitch just a tiny bit back to life. His granddaughter's now ex-boyfriend, Joel.
Joel was a young man who’d not long since turned twenty eight. From the second his granddaughter had first introduced them a couple years ago, Arthur had been infatuated with Joel. The man was a stallion! Tall, virile, masculine were the first words that came to mind. He was the perfect example of a young stud with thick biceps you just wanted to kiss the moment he flexed them. Hypnotic pecs that strained against any shirt he owned. Sculpted abs with a strong v cut that Arthur had been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of. An ass that Arthur just couldn’t look away from whenever Joel turned his back. It was clear Joel treated his body like a temple but if that wasn’t already enough, he had a delightfully rugged face too and immaculate ginger hair. Arthur always had a thing for ginger men…
As such Arthur was always shamefully excited to see Joel whenever his granddaughter Amy brought the hunk along for a visit. He felt like an old pervert eyeing up a young piece of meat he knew he couldn’t have. It only made him long for the days when he was that age again. Wishing he could start over and experience everything he missed out on. He couldn’t help the creeping sense of envy either. Joel was hotter and buffer than Arthur ever was. And while Arthur’s own chestnut hair had mostly fallen victim to severe male pattern baldness by the time he hit thirty, Joel’s red hair still looked thick and full. The man was everything Arthur wished he could’ve been.
That said, Arthur couldn’t help feeling a little distraught when he heard the news of his granddaughter breaking up with Joel. Of course he was concerned for his granddaughter but he was honestly more upset that he might never get to see that dreamy stud again.
Only a few days after the breakup however, there was a knock at the door while Arthur was home alone. Imagine the shock when he opened the door to see none other than Joel wearing nothing more than a pair of shoes and the tiniest pair of shorts Arthur had ever seen. Hairy chest, abs and quads on full display as he bared his inked skin for all to see. One could even make out the faint outline of his dick.
“O-oh!… Joel…” Arthur said, slightly lost for words as he stared up and down at the Adonis before him.
“What’s up gramps? Thought I’d stop by and say hello.” Joel replied with a smile and a chipper tone that was oddly uncharacteristic. “I thought just cuz me and Amy broke up doesn’t mean we can’t still hang and chat.”
Before Arthur even had a chance to respond, Joel had already invited himself inside. His muscled frame brushed past Arthur with a pat on the shoulder as he made his way into the kitchen. The elderly man was too shell shocked to stop him. Then again how could he possibly say no to such a stunning young man who, for whatever reason, was so eager to spend some time with him.
Arthur soon joined Joel in the kitchen as the stud leaned back against the counter, arms folded over his strong fuzzy chest. He tried not to stare too much now, as difficult as that was, while taking a seat at the table.
“So Joel? What brings you here my boy?” Arthur asked. It was as good a question as any. Especially considering that every other time visited with Amy, Joel had never really said too much. He would answer questions when asked but it was clear he’d only come because Amy wanted him to. Not much of a social butterfly, that’s for sure. So for him to just drop by unannounced like this was unexpected to say the least. “Anything specific you wanted to chat about or…?”
The ginger Adonis smirked as he shifted his weight slightly. “Well I suppose there was a little something I wanted to get off my chest.” He began slowly. Joel waited a beat as if to build suspense before continuing. “You see Arthur, I’ve noticed you.”
Arthur narrowed his eyes, causing the wrinkles around them to scrunch. “You’ve uhhh… noticed me?” He tried to sound as clueless as possible.
“I have.” Joel stated before pushing himself off the counter and stepping closer to Arthur. “I saw the way you looked at me whenever Amy dragged me over here. Staring at my arms.” He raised his left arm up, placing a hand behind his head in a way the both accentuated his tattooed bicep and showed off his hairy armpit. “Eying my pecs.” He added while smoothing his right hand over the hairy expanse of muscle on his chest. “Probably wishing I would take off whatever shirt I was wearing so you could get a better look at these abs.” His right hand drifted lower, slowly brushing over his cobbled stomach before gently teasing the waistband of his shorts.
“Hell, I bet you were staring at my ass too. Am I right?” Joel spun around briefly, making sure to emphasise his pert muscle ass. “You like that view you old pervert?” He laughed. The way he said it didn't sound accusatory. It sounded like he was just teasing more than anything.
“J-Joel. I don’t…” Arthur’s words got caught in his throat for a moment as he looked up at the wall of muscle before him. Something like this was the last thing he ever would’ve expected from Joel. The man had always been so reserved. Not to mention undoubtedly straight. At worst Arthur might’ve expected Joel to call him disgusting for all his stolen glances. Not whatever this was. “I don’t know what you’ve seen or heard but this is highly inappropriate. I’m Amy’s grandfather for god's sake!” He tried his best to deflect the accusations but the reddening hue of his face did little to hide his guilt.
Joel tutted while shaking his head, hands on hips. “You might be able to fool your wife and children but you can’t fool me old man.” He reached out and took Arthur’s hand gently before guiding it towards his chest. Allowing the elderly man’s gnarled hand to feel the taut hairy muscle he clearly had an eye for. “You crave me.”
“No I-I can’t I…” Arthur stumbled over his words in an unconvincing attempt to deny what Joel had claimed yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hand away. He never imagined he’d get the chance to touch a man as handsome as Joel in this way. In his old age, he assumed the opportunity had long since passed. But here he was… feeling a semblance of what he remembered as being horny. The feeling had dulled over the years as his testosterone levels dropped with time. But being so close to this man, it got his old heart beating in a way he hadn’t experienced in decades.
“See? You want my body, don’t you?” Joel hummed before bouncing his pecs a little. “Well it’s your lucky day because all this is up for sale.” He said before taking a step back and lewdly gesturing down at himself.
Just when he didn’t think he could be any more dumbfounded by this whole situation, Arthur found himself staring up at Joel with his mouth agape. “For sale?” He mumbled, mouth dry. “Joel… you’re a fraction of my age. I’m old a-and married! I don’t know what kind of man you think I am but I’m not going to pay you to strip for me or whatever else.” He tried to stay firm but doing so was hard when Joel’s abs were still within touching distance.
Joel shook his head again. “Ohhh you’ve misunderstood. I’m not selling myself for sex here. I mean I’m literally selling my body. To you. Get it?”
“Uhhhhh… no. I don’t think I do?” Arthur replied slowly.
The hunk sighed gently. “Alright. I’ll make it a little bit clearer for you then.” And without another word, Joel allowed his arms to fall to his sides before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Immediately the air around them shifted as an unnatural force that began to swirl around Joel’s body. Purple wisps of energy twirled through the air. Then without warning, his eyes rolled back as a bright bulb of purple light forced its way out of Joel’s mouth! Forcing the hunk’s jaw wide as it passed by his bearded lips like some kind of paranormal parasite finally leaving its host.
Once free, the compact bundle of magical energy grew from a bulb into a ghostly silhouette. That silhouette would quickly solidify as the purple light started to fade until a new man had manifested before Arthur and Joel.
He wore a grey checkered suit paired with a crisp white button down and an expensive watch strapped to his left wrist. He looked to be firmly in between the age of Joel and Arthur with gorgeous silver hair and immaculate facial hair to match. Any wrinkles he adorned only served to elevate the sharp maturity of his features as they were testaments to his wisdom. And his eyes… they were such a dazzling shade of purple before settling to a natural blue hue.
Mr Wavell rolled his neck a little with a grunt of satisfaction. “Mmmmph. It’s been too long since I last took a vacation inside a hunk like that.” The silver fox commented nonchalantly with a deep voice that was smooth like velvet. “But it’s good to be back.”
Meanwhile Joel blinked rapidly as started to come back around. “W-what the…” He muttered. The last thing he could remember was some rich looking middle aged dude approaching him at the gym. He’d complimented Joel on his gorgeous body and good looks which all sounded a little gay but before Joel had time to question it, he blacked out. Now here he was, standing in the girlfriend’s grandparents kitchen wearing nothing but a slutty pair of shorts. “Why am I… what happened?!”
“Quiet boy.” Wavell commanded not unkindly. His words however were absolute. Joel suddenly found himself unable to speak or protest. “Just stand and look pretty.” Joel couldn’t help but obey. Each word threading through his brain in an effortless pursuit to make him submit, forcing him to stand idle behind the warlock.
Arthur was… surprised he hadn’t already fainted. Or had a heart attack for that matter. He wasn’t even sure what the hell he’d just witnessed! It was otherworldly! Impossible even. As for the new dapper man that stood between him and Joel, Arthur didn’t know whether to be terrified or awestruck by whatever the hell he was. Luckily he didn’t have to wonder for long as the man quickly introduced himself as Mr Wavell, a warlock with unparalleled magical prowess.
“As you might’ve been able to gather, I’ve been in possession of this handsome young man’s delectable form for the past week. It’s been quite an enjoyable experience, I must say. I’ve always had a soft spot for hunky gingers like that one.” Wavell glanced over his shoulder at Joel briefly with a lustful spark in his eye. Thinking about all the trouble he’d gotten Joel into over the last seven days as he enjoyed what limited time he had in that body. He turned back to Arthur. “And I can tell you have similar taste.”
The elderly man struggled to respond, his voice shakier than usual as he forced out the words. He asked how any of what he'd just seen was possible. He wanted to believe he was dreaming or that this was all some hallucination. But Wavell ignored the question as he looked inside Arthur’s mind. He quickly learned of Arthur’s life as a closeted Bisexual and how he’d wished he could start over and explore the other sides to his sexuality. He saw how Joel had been everything Arthur would’ve wished for in a man had he not hidden from that side of himself. A revelation that perfectly aligned with Joel’s own memories of catching Arthur leering at him for just a bit too long on the few occasions he’d visited with his girlfriend. All the puzzle pieces fit.
“Alright, here's the deal. I’m going to make this very simple for you Arthur. I’m going to give you Joel’s body. You get his life, his memories and all that jazz. After which you’re going to repay me by using that body fuck and get fucked by as many other men as you can. I want you to turn that ginger ass of his in a total slut. How’s that sound?” Wavell gave a smile that could almost be interrupted as endearing.
Arthur hesitated naturally. His mind desperately tried to catch up and comprehend everything he’d just heard. But finally he responded. “Is there… any other catch? Will you punish me if I don’t sleep with enough men? " He asked hesitantly despite the growing excitement at the mere thought of actually getting to become that stud of a man behind Wavell.
The warlock hummed with amusement. “No tricks or catches. I only do that with folks who I deem worthy of punishment. You seem like a good man though. My only condition is that you enjoy that new lease on life to the fullest and explore all the things you never did the first time around. That includes men.” Wavell outstretched an arm, offering his hand to the elderly man.
“I don’t know what to say. This doesn’t even seem real.” Arthur mumbled.
“Ohhhh it’s real. All you have to do is take my hand. Then all of that can be yours forever.” Wavell gestured over at Joel’s enticing form. Skin slick with a thin layer of sweat that glimmered under the light trailing in from the windows.
Arthur raised a hand. Cautiously reaching out before stopping mere inches away from Wavell’s hand. “Wait. What happens to Joel? Will he be in my body?”
Wavell shook his head. “No. I’ll be erasing your current body. Once your soul is inside Joel’s body, his soul will be removed. I’ll take good care of him after that. Maybe I’ll put him inside another body someday but rest assured he won’t be in any pain.” He subtly edged his hand closer to Arthur’s. “So. Do we have a deal?”
The eighty three year old waited a beat before finally giving in. The temptation of youth was too great to pass up. He accepted Wavell’s hand.
The warlock shook Arthur’s hand firmly. Immediately that same purple magic from before returned in full force, this time in the form of glittery tendrils that emerged from Wavell’s grip. The magic spun itself up and around Arthur’s arm before spreading across his entire body. Wrapping him in Wavell’s god-like power until every inch of his aged body was covered. He was nothing more than a glowing purple silhouette. And then he wasn’t even that. Beneath the magic, Arthur’s physical form dissolved painlessly, leaving only his conscious soul behind as a pulsing orb. After that Wavell ordered Joel to open wide. The hunk had no choice but to obey as Arthur’s soul was pushed in between his lips in a similar fashion to how Wavell had possessed him previously.
The older man’s soul forced itself down his throat instinctively where it began to fight for control with Joel’s soul. But before Joel had a chance to overpower the invader, Wavell used his magic to tug on Joel’s soul before pulling out with ease. As soon as it left Joel’s mouth, Wavell grabbed the younger man’s spirit before conjuring up a jar to capture it in. With that, Arthur's own spirit was left uncontested as it settled into Joel’s body and began to take control.
The next thing Arthur knew, he was seeing through much clearer eyes. For the first time in years the world around him seemed so in focus without the need of glasses. All the pains and aches he’d grown used to over the decades had vanished completely, leaving him pain free in a way that almost brought on tears of joy. The weakness and fatigue he experienced day in and day out was no more. Instead he felt strong. Stronger than he ever had in his life. Even the first few breaths he took felt so full of life thanks to healthy lungs that’d never once felt the burn of a cigarette.
“How does your new skin feel Arthur? Tight I imagine.” Wavell quipped while tossing the jar with Joel’s soul through a portal that went to his mansion.
Arthur simply stared at Wavell for a moment, the shock still lingering in his bright new eyes. “Did it… actually w-work?” He stuttered, though the sound of Joel’s voice coming from his mouth should’ve already confirmed as much. Despite that he was almost scared to look down at first. As if looking too fast might scare away the possibility of seeing the body of his dreams.
“Of course. You’re a stallion Arthur. Or should I start calling you Joel? Go on. Take a look.” Wavell urged.
Slowly but surely, Joel tilted his head forwards. In that moment he was greeted by a sight that almost didn’t seem real. A valley of young, hairy muscle from the neck down that caused his breath to hitch. His eyes first landed on the generous shelf of muscle sitting on his chest. Thick pecs, bigger than he’d ever had before, that heaved with strength. Joel’s pecs. Covered in an abundance of ginger chest hair that even swirled around his incredibly stiff nipples. And as his gaze dropped further, Arthur could feel himself getting even more light headed at the sight of his new equally hairy abs. He was in shape when he was younger but never to the point of having visible abs. But these weren’t just visible. They bulged with definition! Not to mention the fat around his waist was almost nonexistent. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced! He’d seen it all on Joel moments prior but actually owning a physique like this was something else entirely. It’s almost impossible to imagine what owning a body as perfect as that is like unless you own it for yourself. Now Arthur did.
But it wasn’t just his torso that he was blown away by. His arms… they were magnificent. Arthur watched as veins coiled along his forearms and up towards the bulge of his biceps. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many hours had been spent at the gym pumping them up to such a gorgeous size and shape. Not to mention the power behind them. He’d felt it in his chest too, the raw strength of his new muscle, but with his biceps that power felt more direct. At the same time his arms felt heavier and yet they weren’t any more difficult to move or lift. It was trippy as hell initially. Every movement felt unique and unfamiliar. Even the tiniest differences in size and weight seemed dramatic at first. Even just the size of his hands, bigger and more calloused but still younger and far less weathered. The flex of his biceps though… that was something else entirely. The bunching of the muscle into a single peak of pure masculine strength. He never imagined he’d get to feel what it was like to have biceps like this. Yet here he was, flexing them as a smile began to spread across his stolen face.
And that wasn’t all. Despite how enticing his upper body was, his lower body seemed just as alluring. His new legs were enormous trunks of mass, built from endless squats and lunges that allowed his thighs to balloon. They were the kind of hairy muscle thighs some men would kill just to be suffocated between. It was hard to pay attention to them however when the enormous tent in shorts was blocking his view. His young new cock, stiff as a board and leaking precum in all the excitement. It was almost dizzying how hard he was. Like all the blood had drained from his brain and gone straight to his dick. It’d been so long that he’d forgotten this was what an erection should’ve felt like. Powerful. Uncontrollable. Demanding. It felt like it was gonna burst out those tiny shorts at any second and start launching cum all over. The idea of which sounded tempting beyond all hell. He’d also forgotten how hard it was to ignore the urge to cum whenever his cock demanded it. The kind of virility had been lost on his old body long ago. But not now. Joel’s dick was pulsing angrily at him as it begged him to relieve his fat balls of the potent seed they were churning.
“O-ohhh god… Jesus… fuuuck.” The words poured from his lips in a heady haze as his hands explored the vast expanse of his body. Tapering across the ridges of hairy muscle and tracing along his new tattoos through shivers of delight. Squeezing his pliable muscle tits. All the while finding it next to impossible to ignore his throbbing dick. It was so much bigger than his old one. He could tell just by his bulge. Girthier mostly. He couldn’t keep his hands away from it no matter how much he tried, constantly running his palms over the outline. All the while grunting and moaning in a voice that was so much younger yet still carried the deep grit of masculinity in a way that only made him want to bust even more. Everything was a turn on and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his newfound youth or just because Joel’s body was somehow even hotter from the inside! Probably both.
But it was his ass that pushed him over the edge. He’d reached back to grab a feel of his new cheeks and almost immediately his cock lurched. Arthur hadn’t expected his new muscle ass to feel so… so soft. It jiggled so delightfully even under the slightest touch. So much so that his brain was already imagining how heavenly it would be to see it jiggle as another man plugged his cock inside it over and over and over again until…
“N-NRUUUAAHHHhhhhhuu…” He groaned long and deep as he painted the inside of his tiny shorts with an enormous load of thick cum. A dark sticky stain quickly began to seep through the fabric as a momentary look of bliss took hold of his face. He couldn’t help panting as his dick quivered in the after math, still shooting a few small spurts of jizz as it began to soften.
Wavell began to clap slowly. “Bravo! That was quite the show.” He praised before not so subtly biting his lip. “Seeing a man get lost in a new body for the first time never gets old.”
The sexually charged fog that’d been clouding Arthur’s mind from the second he took control of Joel’s body finally began to lift. Finally he could think straight again. Despite that however, his new body was still the only thing on his mind. Now he could actually appreciate it with a clearer lens. The beauty of it all. The youth. The vigor. The gorgeous hair and-
Arthur’s eyes widened as a realisation dawned on him. He was so absorbed into worshipping his muscles that he hadn’t even noticed the distinct lack of a chilly breeze passing over his bald scalp. “No way…” He muttered as his hands shot up towards the top of his head. A big cheesy grin spread across his face as his fingers found themselves tangled in a mess of short but very thick hair, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced since he was in his early twenties. Now here he was, blessed instead with Joel’s incredible genetics. “I’ve got hair!” He couldn’t help but shout with glee in Wavell’s direction.
Mr Wavell couldn’t help but laugh. “I can see that. Looks good.” With that the warlock held out a hand before conjuring up a small hand held mirror. “Here. Take a look for yourself.” He offered.
Arthur took the mirror, heart pounding in a way that might’ve worried him had he still been eighty three. He took a moment to steady himself with a deep breath before finally bringing the mirror up to his face. The man who stared back at him was none other than Joel. His gorgeous masculine features, now moving under Arthur’s control. That impeccable hairline. Those dreamy eyes. That subtle but distinct nose ring he wore. And most of all that incredible ginger hair which connected nicely to the ginger scruff that coated his jaw, growing just a little bit thicker above his upper lip to give him a somewhat prominent mustache. Arthur still couldn’t believe it was all his. Even though the visage looking back at him in the reflection was none of that the red headed hunk of his dreams, his mind still struggled to comprehend it.
“Mr Wavell… I don’t even know what to say…” Arthur said, unable to rip his gaze away from the mirror.
“You don’t need to say anything. This was my pleasure.” Wavell reassured him with a wave of his hand. “Just promise to take good care of your new body for me, okay?”
Arthur prodded at his facial features with wonder. “Of course. I’ll do anything to keep all this.” A few moments after he said those words however, something dawned on him. “Wait… you said I was going to get all his memories didn’t you? I’m not feeling any of them yet. Did something go wrong?” He lowered the mirror slightly as he squinted in an effort to recall even a single memory of Joel’s. Nothing. How was he supposed to keep this body in shape if he didn’t even know what gym routine he was supposed to be following or what food to be eating.
“Don’t worry about it. The memories just haven’t unlocked yet. They’ll begin to drip feed into your mind within the next hour or so. It’s better that way. Gaining all the memories at once alongside the body itself can be a little overwhelming. So don’t sweat it. Just enjoy the body for today.” Wavell explained while patting Arthur on the shoulder. “Oh that note I should also mention that I took the liberty of shifting reality slightly.”
“You did… what?” The crazy thing was that Arthur believed the warlock wholeheartedly after everything that’d just happened.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I just made it so that everyone believes that the old version of you died about three years ago. Makes things easier on your previous family. I’ve also wiped out any connections Joel had to them, most notably to your former granddaughter. Lord knows you wouldn’t want to deal with that kind of awkwardness. Plus a couple of other quality of life changes for your benefit.” The warlock explained it all away as if changing reality was just Tuesday for him. “That said… you should probably leave before your former wife gets home and calls the police on the strange, almost naked man wearing cumstained shorts in her kitchen.” He continued while somehow maintaining a straight face.
Arthur blinked. “Right. Okay… yeah okay yeah.” He didn’t sound as though he’d fully processed that either. So instead Wavell spun him around and began walking him out of the kitchen, down the hallway and towards the front door.
The two stepped outside into the warm rays of the sun. As they did Wavell made a comment about how Arthur would have to be more careful in regards to the flaming ball in the sky now. Being a red head meant he was gonna burn much easier than before if he wasn’t wearing sun block. Especially if all he was wearing was a slutty pair of shorts. Granted that was Wavell’s fault for not putting anything else on when he arrived in that body. As such the warlock was happy to hook Arthur up with a flick of his wrist, conjuring a set of fresh stylish clothes that suited his new body quite well.
When Arthur turned to thank Wavell however, the mysterious suited man was gone. Vanished like he was never there. Arthur whipped his head around but there was no sign of the man who’d just granted him the greatest gift he’d received. Despite that he said thank you anyway with his full chest, confident that the otherworldly being could still hear him.
With that, Arthur set off to begin a new lease on life. One that promised himself he wouldn’t waste a second of. He was going to keep his body in peak condition so that he could jerk off to the perfection of his new muscled physique every morning for years to come. He was finally going to accept his sexuality and fuck some hot male ass and hopefully get his own muscle butt stuffed with cock too once he was ready for it. And of course he was going to do all the hikes and mountain climbs he always wished he could’ve done in his previous life. With a form like this, he’d have no problem recapturing his dreams and living out a few new ones in the process.
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In the few days since taking over Joel’s body and life, Arthur had really settled in. By now he’d gained most of the memories he needed to pull off a more than convincing impression of the original Joel. He’d familiarised himself with his new home and friends. He’d spent countless hours trying on almost every new item of clothing he owned. He’d even gone out of his way to go out and buy a few new things. Sure all the clothes Joel owned looked great on him, practically everything did, but Arthur wanted some more outfits that really screamed gay. Tighter pants and jogging bottoms. More pairs of tiny shorts. Brightly coloured jumpers. Skimpy tank tops. Jock straps of course. He even got himself a crop top that showed off his irresistible abs and ginger happy trail.
He’d had his first gym session where he trained chest and biceps which felt absolutely incredible. Lifting weights he would’ve struggled with in his youth, never mind his old age. Feeling the euphoria of blood pumping through his new muscles, making them feel even more inflated to the point where he could stop checking himself in almost every mirror he passed. Though he did that most of the time anyway.
But only after a couple days in this skin, Arthur found himself gearing up for his first mountain climb in over twenty years. Boots and backpack on, a flexible pair of pants and a top that hugged his arms and pecs tightly. Maybe he was being hasty but he just couldn’t wait any longer. He had to get out there again! He’d already allowed so many years to pass him by that he couldn’t bear to put off his passion any longer. So as soon as he had all the essentials together, he jumped into his new car and set off for the nearest climb.
Now here he was in the present. Standing near the peak of a small mountain. There was a bigger one not far off in the distance but he thought better than to push himself too much. Joel’s body might’ve been young and beefy as hell but it would still take some time to get used to this kind of activity. He could already sense that quads and hamstrings were gonna feel like jelly tomorrow. But it was all worth it for the adventure and the challenge. Not to mention the view. He’d almost forgotten just how much he adored the rush of finally reaching the peak of a mountain. But it was all coming back to him now and almost as addicting as his hunky new body.
As he stared out across the landscape, Arthur’s mind began to wander. So far he’d been so focused on worshipping himself at every junction that he hadn’t really thought too much about finally hooking up with some other dudes yet. Though who could blame him for being distracted by himself. Right now he seemed more likely to fall in love with his own reflection than anyone else, judging by how long he’d spent kissing the bathroom mirror yesterday. That said he could probably get any guy he wanted now. No doubt he’d have twinks, jocks and bears alike all lining up for a taste of his cock or ass. Even just his adorably handsome face would be enough to melt the heart of any man he desired. Hell when he was in the locker room at the gym he could’ve sworn he saw an older daddy stealing glances at him while he changed out of his sweaty gym clothes. He’d have to try and follow that one up at some point.
Arthur let out a long relaxed sigh as the wind blew through his hair. He breathed out all the worries and regrets he once had about his old life. The possibilities now were endless. He only wished that one day he could thank Mr Wavell properly. If anyone deserved to have his new lips around their cock, it was him.
Regardless, Arthur promised himself that he wouldn’t waste another minute. He’d enjoy Joel’s life and body to the fullest.
