Sunday Bonus: Vacation

by CAIN

There are just times when you feel you need a vacation, you know? Work gets too stressful, home life too tedious, lack of dating options, etc. Basically, my life gets pretty boring sometimes and I just want to get away.

I guess my life isn’t that bad compared to some guys my age. I’m 31, relatively fit, more fit than average I suppose but not particularly ripped or huge, gay guy but come off as straight, good job I’ve had for years, and well educated. But it seems sometimes I have way too many expectations placed on me. I’m the “smart guy” the “go to guy” the “guy who gets things done”. It can all be overwhelming to have so much expected of me on a daily basis.

So it wasn’t too long ago I fantasized about being someone totally different. First it was just a general wanting to be someone else, but over time, I got a little more specific. When I say I want to be someone totally different, I mean quite the opposite of who I am in my day to day life.

Sometimes I fantasize about being a lean effeminate twink, ripped body, tall, pretty face and blue eyes, wearing skimpy underwear and dancing the night away at some night club without a shirt on, grinding up on any guy I can find until my uncut well hung penis (hey, it’s my fantasy, of course it’ll be big and uncut) starts to get hard and leak precum through my undies and onto some dudes jeans. I would barely be old enough to drink, but could get any guy in the club merely with my sexy body and moves.

But then at other times, especially when I go to the meathead gym, I see the guys almost half my age and huge as bulls, thick necks, backwards cap, cut off workout shirts stretched tight across their huge chests, and faces that seem to lack all intellect. When I hear them talk to their equally large buddies, it becomes apparent that they rarely have any intelligence beyond knowing how to lift and get huge. “Yeah dude, you totally rocked your bi’s. Fuck, you’re getting huge bro!” I see them, barely old enough to drink, and bigger than I could get in my life without a lot of “special” help in the form of injectable drugs.

Well, after a time, my fantasies became stronger and stronger. As my life got more dull, routine, and boring, the stronger my fantasies got until I couldn’t help but think about it every time I saw one of these guys at the gym. I wanted it so badly, I wanted to be tall, buff, and dumb, even for a short while, just to get out of my life for a little bit, just to get away and have a vacation of sorts.

One day, I’m sitting there on the bench, taking a break from doing dumbbell bench presses, and I look over and see one of these guys there. He looks to be early 20s, at least 6’2”, huge arms with veins popping out of his black cut off shirt, backwards ball cap, thick neck, looked to be mixed, and a cool tribal tattoo on his huge right calf. I looked over at him as he’s doing arm curls, I see the huge peak popping out as he squeezes out rep after rep and I imagine myself in that body. I can feel the blood flowing into my massive arms, I can feel the veins sticking out against my lean skin, and I can feel the heat from my huge appendages as I complete another 5 reps.

I open my eyes, and suddenly I find myself looking through his eyes. I look over to where I was before and I’m still sitting there, taking a break. Suddenly my old eyes open and my old body reaches down to do another set of dumbbell presses. It’s like nothing happened at all. It’s kind of erotic to see my body working out from another perspective, it actually does look kinda big from here, not as big as the body I find myself, but I can tell my pecs are starting to gain some size, and the way the veins pop out near my shoulders is kinda hot. I find myself actually getting turned on by looking at my old body in my cut off USAF shirt and ball cap. Well in any event, I’ve seen this kid around, never had the chance to talk to him, but I know his routine well enough to know that he does a few more arm exercises and then wraps up for the day. So I decide to go about the rest of his routine and see where this takes me.

A half hour later, I’m feeling pretty pumped and my old body has already gone back to the office, at least I hope he has, last thing I need is to lose my job over my little “vacation”. Or for that matter, I need to figure out what this kid does with his life, hoping that my little jaunt in his muscular body isn’t too long. I concentrate for a bit, hoping to find some clue in my memories. Little flashes come into my head, short term memories first, like which locker is mine, and the combination. Which car is mine in the lot. So I head to the locker room, grab my gym bag and toss on my hoodie, a baggy gray one with a local university logo on it. I grab my car keys out of the bag and remember I’m driving a blue Ford trunk in the lot, to the side over by the trees. I make my way out the door, “See you later Jeff!” one of the trainers, another big young guy, calls after me. So I’m a Jeff now? Hmm, decent name I guess.

I open my truck, toss my bag on the passenger seat, and decide to take a few minutes to get acquainted with myself since I don’t have another class for an hour. Sports conditioning, yeah, I’m getting a degree to be an athletic trainer apparently, and I work a few nights a week at my gym as a personal trainer too for a little extra money.

(I’ve found from several of my vacations that guys like this typically do a little training on the side and tend to do relatively simple jobs. I’ve been a mechanic, a warehouse worker, a stocker at the grocery store, a server at a local restaurant, and one interesting stint as an escort… But those are all stories for another time)

Jeff here was the “smartest” of the bodies I’ve vacationed in, I guess he’d have to be to get into the university he goes to, even if it’s a relatively easy major. Anyway, I took some time to explore my body in more detail, since no one was around me in the lot, I was able to pull my shorts down and see I was wearing some tight Under Armor trunks, black ones with red writing on them. While I was definitely already turned on by my experience, I could tell my new tool was a good size larger than my own, and I wasn’t disappointed. While it wasn’t quite as long as I expected, and I was also cut just like my old body, it was pretty thick, and when it grew to full size, it was the size of a beer can easily, if not bigger. I started to jack it a little as my truck warmed up, and it easily lubed up with copious amounts of pre, I was astounded! Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I see two middle aged women walking my direction, they were headed to the little Subaru parked next to my truck. Shit! Well, guess I’ll have to explore more later, hopefully I get a chance to later… So I quickly whip my trunks and shorts back up, wipe my hands on the center console, and put the truck into gear and drive off toward my dorm.

A short while later, I open the door to a small dorm room, the table is covered with empty beer cans, and I can see all sort of protein powders and supplements on top of the old fridge in the small kitchen. There’s a little desk and computer off to one side, and I see another equally large dude sitting on the couch with a girl… My roommate I guess. Fuck, he was even huger, and even dumber looking. Now THIS was the kinda dude I wish I could be!

“Yo Jeff! Sick looking guns bro! Looking pumped. What you up to now? Oh shit, this is Janice. Janice, this is my roommate Jeff, he’s cool, even if he’s a scrawny dude.” He said and laughed. I remembered his name is Tony, “Fuck you Tony, at least I’m passing my classes you retard!” then I laughed. “Yeah, well that’s only cuz you actually spend time on your homework shit, I don’t have time for that when I have to pump these pythons!” He said, and flexed seductively for Janice. She just rolled her eyes and stuck out her hand, “Nice to meet you Jeff, sorry your roommate is a jerk, but hey, he’s my jerk.” I shook her hand and smiled and thought, yeah, that’s what you think Janice, he’ll just dump you after he fucks you tonight and be on to the next one.

“Well bro, I’m gonna catch a shower and get to class, I’ll see you there.” Apparently he was in the same major as me, and a lot of the same classes. I kinda kept tabs on him making sure he actually showed up and paid at least a little bit of attention.

I grab a tight green shirt and Levi jeans from my room, some Timberland boots, socks, and clean Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I strip down to nothing and turn on the shower. I stare at myself as the water heats up. This body is pretty damn nice. My cock has deflated, but even now, it looks pretty thick. I didn’t notice before, but apparently Jeff shaves his balls and trims his bush, so the cock looks a little bigger than it might hidden by a bunch of hair. My stomach isn’t as ripped as I expected, you can see a six pack if I flex it, but when I relax, it disappears and sticks out a bit… Like a small roid gut. The arms are still pretty pumped from my workout and I rub my larger hands over them, then my massive quads, and feel the tattoo on my calves and the other one on my right pec. I never had tattoos, but they do look kinda cool. The one on my pec looks like a dragon ripping its way out of my chest, and like I said before, the one around the calf is a basic tribal thing. My shoulders are like cannon balls and my traps are so huge leading up to my thick neck. I notice my eyes are green and I have a small mole near my nose, nothing hideous, but about the size of a small bead.

The water is finally hot enough, and I decide to hop in the shower and get this body clean. I start at the head, make my way down to the legs, and then as the icing on the cake, I take my hardened cock in my hands, thrilled I have to use both hands on it, and start to go to town. I switch off one handed to rub my pecs and arms. I had to have been going a good five minutes until I hear a pounding on the door “Jeff, quit jacking off your baby cock, we need to get to class dude!” Fuck! I was so close, I want to orgasm so badly in this body, but Tony is right, I have 15 minutes to get to class now, so I better get going or I’ll be late. “Fuck Tony! Shit, I was so close man, what the hell is wrong with you!” “Yeah whatever putz, get your ass moving, you have to hold my hand to class buddy.” Is he serious? Is he really that dumb? “Fuck off Tony, I’ll be done in 2 minutes, go away!”

I turn the shower off, grab the towel and dry off quickly and start to put my clothes on. I style up my hair into some short spikes, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror again. Fuck I clean up nice! I smile at myself and then I feel a buzzing in my head. I grab my head and close my eyes. I squat down as the buzzing becomes painful. Then the buzzing dissipates and I open my eyes and find I’m sitting at my desk in my office, in the middle of another boring conference call. Thankfully one I don’t have to pay too much attention to. I take a look at my outbox and see that while Jeff was me, everything seems to have gone as normal. My gym bag is in the corner, and I’m in my office clothes.

I was simultaneously astounded by the experience I just had and depressed that it lasted so shortly. But then I got to thinking, maybe it wasn’t a one shot deal? As I heard the call leader drone on about some new product and the numbers to support it, I closed my eyes again and pictured Tony heading to class with Jeff. I concentrated hard, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the backside of Jeff as we were heading out the door to class.

I looked down at my arms in my tight green American Eagle shirt, and felt the massive python in my pants as I thought about Janice and tonight after class and the gym. I couldn’t think about much else beyond that. “Yo, dumbass” Jeff said to me, “Let’s get going, we’re gonna be late dude. You can day dream about fucking your latest chick when we’re in class.” My brain felt slow, and Jeff was right, I couldn’t really think about anything else but Janice, and working out, and fucking in general, I had to admit, I couldn’t think about much else, and I felt the hard lump in my pants easily as thick as Jeff’s but a couple of inches longer. Yeah, this was going to be a good vacation!