London Pickup

Damn, I’m so glad I found Jas. When I’m on holiday I always try to take a local guy, it saves getting a hotel and stuff.

I’d been following him for a while, he was the best I’d seen all day and it was getting late so I had to make my move soon.

He darted down a back street, I checked around – quiet and few windows above us. I ran up and launched myself at him, with a single blow he was laying on the floor unconscious. I rolled him onto his back and checked for any damage.

Looking around I saw a dumpster, grabbing his wrists I pulled the heavyweight behind the dumpster and out of sight.

Pulling off the t-shirt and jeans, I stripped him to the skin, and then removed my own clothes dropping them into the waste.

Rolling him onto his front I smiled again at his bulk, thick and heavy – but natural. I squatted down and spread his cheeks before slipping myself into him. I laid on his back aligning myself on his back. Working my hips I push in deeper, finally I felt his firm muscular body give way beneath me; I was inside!

I smelt the odour of a dirty street and rolled onto my back and used my new hands to explore my new body; shaved head, heavy pecs, six pack and thick dick. I quickly got up and pulled on my new jeans and trainers.

Memories were coming though, my name as Jas, a Sikh in London!

I stretched, rolling my shoulders and expanding my lats and then pushing my shoulders back i took a deep breath feeling my chest double in size. Flexing my arms, I tested the power of my new arms – amazing!

I slipped on the tight t-shirt and adopted Jas’s confident stride as I left the back street. It wasn’t long before I’d slipped into Jas’s persona completely, bending and using his natural confidence for my own purposes.

By the end of the night I’d got five numbers and fucked two girls and a guy.