First Time a Twink
In all his years as a body hopper, he’d never ended up inside a twink before.
Marcus had jumped from gym rats to muscled construction workers, from hairy bears to tall athletes, but never someone like this. Never someone so… delicate. So pretty.
The moment his soul slammed into the young man’s body, Marcus knew this one was different. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, still dripping from the shower, a white towel loosely wrapped around narrow hips. The body he now wore was lean and smooth, with soft definition in the abs, a slim waist, and long, elegant limbs. Messy curly dark hair framed a strikingly handsome face with full lips and big, expressive eyes.
Marcus raised one hand and made a peace sign, exactly like the boy had been doing when he took the photo. He stared at his reflection and let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh.
“Holy fuck…” he whispered in the twink’s smooth, slightly raspy voice. “This is new.”
He dropped the peace sign and slowly ran both hands down his new torso. The skin was incredibly soft and sensitive. His fingers brushed over perky nipples that hardened instantly, sending sparks straight down to his groin. He traced the faint lines of his abs, then slid lower, teasing the sharp V-lines that disappeared under the towel. With a filthy grin, he tugged the towel open and let it drop to the floor.
The cock that sprang up was surprisingly big for such a slim frame, long, pretty, and already rock hard. Marcus wrapped a hand around it and gave it a slow stroke, moaning at how sensitive it felt.
“Jesus Christ… he’s hung like this?” he breathed, eyes locked on the mirror. “And look at this ass…”
He turned sideways, arching his back to admire the smooth, perky bubble butt he now owned. One hand reached back and squeezed it, then spread his cheeks slightly, teasing a finger against his tight hole. The sensation made his new knees weak.
Marcus had hopped dozens of bodies in his life, but none had ever felt this… erotic. This responsive. He turned back to face the mirror fully, still slowly jerking his new cock, and smirked with the boy’s pretty face.
“I’ve spent years jumping into big, hairy, masculine dudes… but this?” He moaned again as he twisted his hand around the sensitive head. “This tight little twink body is something else entirely.”
He leaned closer to the mirror, biting his lip in that cute way the boy always did in selfies.
“I think I’m gonna stay a while,” Marcus purred, voice dripping with lust. “Maybe a long while.”
He picked up the phone again, opened the camera, and took a new photo, this time with his free hand still wrapped around his hard cock, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
The real owner was trapped deep inside, forced to watch as the experienced body hopper began thoroughly, shamelessly enjoying every inch of his slim, pretty, surprisingly well-endowed body.
And Marcus had absolutely no intention of leaving anytime soon.
