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)