Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 3

Victor flipped open Marty’s laptop – now his – and sprawled on his new bed, careful to keep his sneaks hanging off the side, which wasn’t hard, with how tall he was.  He quickly logged in and created a manhunt account for his new self, but realized he needed a pic.

Tilting the laptop at an angle to catch his chest and cock, he used the built-in cam in his computer to take a series of new pics.  Victor had lurked for years on every major gay hookup site, using other hot stud’s pics and pretending that they were his own.  It was a disorienting flash of hot lust to be taking “real” pics of his own new flesh.  He was fuckin hot for real now, and whoever hooked up with him was going to get a treat!

Within 20 minutes of putting his profile up, he was getting hits.  One was from a guy who said he was a 32-year-old bi married construction worker; he only lived a few miles away.

So long as he wasn’t ugly, Victor didn’t care.  He wanted dick like he was never able to get before.  And he felt bold and reckless and sexy, now that he was Marty.

“Can’t host,” he typed.  “R u a bottom?” the guy asked.  Victor shrugged.  “Yeah,” he replied.  Might as well go all the way.  “Come to my place, let yourself in through the side door,” construction dude wrote, and gave a street addy.

Victor logged off, and considered what to wear.  He pawed through his new drawers, and found an off-white jock strap, which he sniffed and then slipped on over his new dick like a glove.  Next, came a pair of A&F khaki cargo shorts, and a random tight white T-shirt with a bald eagle on it, scooped off the floor.  They all smelled different than he was used to, and he realized it was his own new scent, especially when laundry sat in the hamper or on the bedroom floor for a week.  He kept his sneaks on, no socks, and found a shell surfer necklace on top of the dresser, which he snapped on. 

His reflection in the closet door mirror was like from an MTV spring break episode, and his Marty-cock started tenting in his jock.  Fuck.

15 minutes and a quick car ride later, Victor found himself walking into another house in the subdivision next door, a place with the A/C cranked up, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.

A tall, hairy, muscled middle-aged man, lounging in nothing but tightie whitie Calvin Klein underwear, lay out on an old orange couch in the living room, watching him come in, and seeming nervous and amped up with energy.  He had tribal tattoos lacing his entire left and right upper arms, and other tat’s across his body.  Marine buzzcut brown hair, with a few streak of white, framed a square jaw.  Dark brown eyes followed Victor’s every move.

“Goddamn, dude,” the tattoo guy smiled, “you are fine as hell!  You legal?”

Victor cleared his throat nervously.  “Of course man, college kid here,” he lied.

“What’s your name?”

“Vi – Marty.  I’m Marty.  You?”

“Wes.  Hey, let’s not waste any time man, I need to get off and get back to work in an hour.  Want to head to the bedroom?”

Victor swallowed hard, his hot new teenage body throbbing in anticipation.  The old Victor would’ve never been able to do so.  But the new Marty could, and was about it.   “Yeah.”

As soon as the two crossed into the bedroom, Wes grabbed Victor, and pulled his face towards his.   Wes’s tongue went into Victor’s mouth, the older man’s stubble scratching his face.  With abrupt roughness, construction guy’s hand slid down under Victor’s cargo shorts and jock, and grabbed his new tool hard.

Victor had never kissed a man before, and he had definitely never had his dick touched by another guy before.   Both sensations were electric.

“Yeah, you’re a nice piece of ass, boy,” Wes growled, taking off his shoes, tearing off Victor’s T-shirt, and sliding his shorts down off his legs.  “The jock stays on for now,” Wes added, and then tossed Victor onto his back, on the bed.  “You like it rough?”

Victor nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“Good.”  The older man yanked his underwear off his expanding dick, a short, beer-barrel thick dark appendage sprouting from a hairy crotch.  “Open up, kid.”

Victor opened his mouth, and suddenly the man’s thick cock was filling it, choking him.  He gagged for a moment, but Wes wasn’t gentle, and slammed his member all the way to the back of his throat, and began rocking in and out, face fucking him.  Victor could taste the man’s salty pre-cum dribbling onto his tongue and teeth.

Victor’s own hard-on raged even bigger, knowing that this guy – probably married (he had a ring) – was getting sucked by a hot teenage stud; Marty’s body was about to be ravaged by a middle aged homo, and Victor was the one making it happen, and enjoying the ride.  Not a bad way for Victor to lose his own virginity, and to start Marty’s whoring around.

“Yeah, ready to take it for real, kid?”  Wes panted, sweat streaming down his hairy chest, and glistening on his tattoos.

“Yeah!” Victor panted, still tasting the man’s cock in his mouth from before. 

Wes then flipped Victor over the side of the bed, and Victor saw him take a tube of something out of the bedside drawer.  Wes also flipped Victor a condom in a package, and told him to open it.

Victor thought for a moment, and then decided to go for broke.  “Why bother, stud?  Just go right in.”

Wes paused, and then grinned.  “Abso-fucking-lutely, kid.”   He quickly lubed up his tool, and pressed it against Victor/Marty’s virgin hole.

In a stab of pain that made Victor cry out, Wes drove his thick bare cock into Marty’s tight, smooth jock ass, and made it his own.  Which each new thrust into him, Victor reminded himself that it was Marty’s body getting fucked, not his.  The kid was too good-looking for his own good anyway – a guy like Marty deserved to take some random dude’s dick up his ass.  All the jocks at school did.  Getting fucked was dirty, it was humiliating, it was painful… and it was also becoming more and more pleasurable.  FUCK Marty and his stud body Victor thought.  FUCK me in Marty’s stud body.  And, aloud, “Fuck me harder!  HARDER!”

Suddenly, Victor felt a flood of hot jizz fill his ass, as Wes shot his load inside, groaning and jackhammering his dick into him with a final frenzy. 

Victor’s own boy cock exploded itself, soaking the bedcover in Marty’s cum.

The guy then rolled off him, and went to piss.  The encounter was over.

As Victor left, pulling a stray pube from his teeth, and leaking cum from his newly pounded ass, he wondered how many guys he could get fucked by as Marty, in say, the next 48 hours?  And what else should he try? (to be continued)

No More Xbox 360, Part 2

As good as it felt to rub his new pecker, David wasn’t sure what to do with it otherwise, and then left it alone, although he thought it got a little stiffer and bigger before it went down again.

Breaking the silence in the bathroom, his older stepbrother’s cell phone went off in his pocket with a new text message.  David looked at the phone, and saw that it was Aaron’s girlfriend, Tara, asking him if he wanted to come over to her place, since her parents were finally out of town.

I guess I should text her back, David thought, since I’m Aaron now.

“Sure ok i’m coming over” he typed, and sent the message.

He then wandered back out into the living room, and saw his old body still playing video games. 

“Hey, um, Aaron, I’m going to a friend’s house,” David said to his “little” brother.

“Huh?”  His old self looked up, and for a moment seemed more like the Aaron David remembered.  “Are you going to Tara’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.  No – you don’t even realize – I mean…”

It seemed like Aaron was going to get angry, but then its like he forgot, and shrugged his shoulders, like David would’ve done.  “Okay, Aaron,” his old body said.  “I’ll make some Easy Mac for myself.”

David went out to the garage, and was worried about if he’d be able to know how to drive.  But, weirdly, it just came to him when he turned the key, as did the memory of how to get to Tara’s house….

Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 2

Victor staggered up from the law recliner, dripping water as if he’d just gone swimming, all his old body’s fat gone; the back patio looked like he’d turned the garden hose on for a while, but that’s it.

I’M MARTY!  Holy fucking shit, I’m in this stud’s body!

Victor ran inside “his” house, and went into the bathroom, locking the door.  He almost hit his head on the door frame – goddamn, I’m tall, he thought!  He then immediately kicked off all his clothes, and stared at “himself” in the mirror.

A lean, model-hot teenage jock stared back at him, stretching up to about 6’3”, perfectly smooth chest, toned muscles, not an ounce of baby fat on his frame.  He probably weighed about 170, all ripcord runner’s build.  His styled brown hair was plastered to his head with sweat – of course, Marty (now Victor!) had been mowing the lawn just 20 minutes ago.  His new light brown eyes seemed bright and eager, and carried a hint of everything Victor had always wanted for himself growing up.

Victor started to feel his new cock get hard, looking at himself in the mirror.  It was an electric cycle, as he lusted at being in his new permanent “bodysuit,” and began thinking of all the crazy fucking that was going to commence shortly.  His new dick stretched and curved up, rock solid, a good 8 inches.  Holy fuck.  He had a light scrub of dark brown pubes, and a huge sack.

Victor reached down with his new huge hands, and grabbed his reborn nut sack and cock, and almost exploded in an orgasm at first touch, it was so erotic.  DAMN.

“Deep breaths, man,” Victor told himself, panting with desire, and anticipation, and a crazy lightheadedness that must be what it was like to be drunk or high.

Slowly, he began to stroke himself, feeling his hard, sweaty new hands work every inch of his new pole.   He tried his best to drag it out, but within about 30 seconds he still couldn’t help it, and his whole Marty body shuddered, and his cock spat a huge fountain of cum all over his smooth chest, the bathroom sink, and the bathroom mirror.  It shot with the force of a super-soaker, and even hit the ceiling!  GodDAMN!   The new Marty’s whole high school body convulsed in pleasure, and he quickly sat down on the toilet seat, dripping watery jizz in a sticky line from his dick down to the tile floor.

Victor then leaned over and rinsed his hands in the sink, and then saw the pile of clothes he’d torn off when he first came into the bathroom.  Carefully, savoring the moment, he picked up one of the old pair of Asics sneakers Marty had been wearing, and brought it up against his face, taking a long pull of how it smelled.  Just like he’d dreamed they would – jock and locker room stink. And they were his!  And size 14!  Victor slipped both old sneaks on his feet, no socks, and they fit him perfectly.  After all, “he’d” broken them in for years.

Naked except for his sneaks, the reborn Marty scooped up the rest of his outdoor lawn clothes, and walked into his new bedroom, eager to sit down at the computer and set up the manhunt account he knew was going to help him score by the end of the day.  (to be continued)

Deciding to Be the New Kid, Part 1

“Marty” snapped his new sports girdle out, and admired his sweaty new package. His entire body ached, and was tired, and he reeked of sweat and locker room stink. All unfamiliar sensations to the former fat kid with coke-bottle glasses, who had never played on a sports team his whole life.

A month earlier, he’s still been Victor, a senior in high school who not only was still a virgin, but had never even kissed anyone. He’s never had a smoke, or any alcohol. He’d never been invited to any parties. Basically, at 18, 5’7, 210 lbs, with scraggly black hair and man-tits, Victor was not only no hot date, he was also nobody’s friend.

He’d lived with his elderly mother, and was always squirreled away in his bedroom, playing computer games or reading Dungeons and Dragons. Once or twice, he’d snuck home Men’s Health magazines, or anything else with pictures of hot men’s bodies. See, the final insult was that Victor was also gay.

Graduating high school with mediocre grades (he wasn’t even one of the smart kids), and no certain prospects at life thereafter, Victor’s future was already shipwrecked.

Until two things happened.

The first was when he ordered a massage oil online that was supposed to allow him to steal another guy’s muscles. The second was one Martin Courant moved in next door, in the middle of the school year, from California. His Dad, a widower, had gotten a job transfer and taken Marty with him to Victor’s hometown.

Victor remembered that first (and last) time he saw Marty in the front yard, mowing the lawn, shirtless. A fucking stud! And Martin was friendly, since he didn’t know anyone in town yet. Plus, Marty was just one of those nice guys, a good-natured, hot young jock who could afford to be nice to a ugly fat kid next door.

Victor brought him as a friendship offering a cold Pepsi, and also brought along his massage oil, which he had poured into an emptied bottle of sunscreen. When Marty stopped mowing to pop open the Pepsi, he also went with Victor into the back screened-in porch to sprawl out on his stomach on a large lawn chair.

This was Victor’s chance. “Hey, man, you’re gonna burn if you don’t put on some sunscreen. Here, this stuff I’ve got works really well, check it out.”

Unasked, Victor strolled across the back porch, poured some of his “theft oil” into his palm, and began rubbing it into Marty’s back, before the hot kid could object, or before it got awkward between them.

The oil was lukewarm, then ice cold, then hot, all quickly. Martin seemed to fall asleep as soon as Victor touched him with the oil, oddly enough. So Victor kept rubbing it in on his back. Fortunately, no one else was at home at Marty’s, or in the yard.

Then, the damndest thing happened! Victor’s hand suddenly sank INTO Martin’s back, as though into a soft gel. Weirdly, Marty felt hollowed out inside once Victor’s hand went deeper inside his back and chest cavity.

Freaked out but curious, Victor laid his other hand on Martin’s back, which also sank into the jock’s body. With a grunt, fat Victor lifted Marty’s now seemingly comatose body into an upright position, his hands both inside his chest from behind. Not knowing what else he could do, Victor began reaching as far as his arms would go into Marty’s own arms, and then noticed that his own chest and stomach was also sinking into Martin’s!

As more of Victor went inside of Marty, more of Marty began to conform to Victor, as though he was putting on a wetsuit. Victor then laid down completely on Marty on the lawn recliner, and the rest of his body sunk into Marty.

With a sudden intense pressure, Victor’s vision blurred, and he felt a rush of liquid pour out from him and around him, as his fat simply watered away, and his entire frame and form became that of Martin, from the inside out. Victor realized with growing amazement – and lust – that he was actually becoming Martin completely, he’d stepped into the new kid’s body like a bodysuit, and now it was his own.

And that was just the beginning. Up to that point, Marty’s body was a virgin too… but not for long with Victor in it. (to be continued)