"Landed on my feet this time," he said to nobody in particular. It was true, he was a wealthy man--now, not to mention a husband and a father.
The views though the large open doors were breathtaking, the lake and the rolling landscape only relaxed him further. Three weeks ago, his story was something quite different.
He was on the verge of painful divorce, his wife; Rebecca had syphoning off money to feed a gambling habit. He decided to cut her account, and drip feed an allowance--it wasn't enough, she kept telling him. They argued frequently, mainly about money and became distant.
So he was surprised when she'd bought him a membership to this very exclusive club. He'd checked his finances, and was happy to see Rebecca had used her own money.
After his first visit, things changed between them. He loved her again-passionately, something that wasn't there before. He also took a new interest in his son, Richard and shared his mother love for him.
Greg was thinking about how he could surprise Rebecca this weekend while staring into his drink. Then something caught his attention, and he realised someone had taken the seat next to him.
"You look deep in thought," the man said and held out his hand. "The name's Tom."
Greg was a little startled, members usually kept to themselves. This was a place to relax and unwind.
"Greg," he replied shaking Tom's hand. He was a big man, with a heavy build. The way he presented himself suggested a military background.
"You been a member for long?" he asked.
"About three weeks."
"Ahh, new a guy. This is my fourth year now, but my membership is coming to an end," Tom said, and leaned over whispering, "if you know what I mean."
"That's a shame, this is a great place. My wife bought me the membership, and I don't think she's got any intention of stopping."
"Married huh? My boyfriend paid for mine, but he's tired of me now, and said he'd like to meet someone younger," Tom said a little despondent.
Greg raised an eyebrow, the man looked and acted straight. But then he remembered where he was, and dismissed his appearance.
Tom leaned back and stretched, his muscular chest expanded, almost ripping his polo shirt. He let out a groan and relaxed absent-mindedly rubbing a pec. "Yeah going to miss being in here," Tom muttered, he shook his head. "So Greg, you're a family man?"
"Yes, Rebecca and my boy," Greg answered and showed Tom a photo on his mobile.
It was Tom's turn to look surprised. "He looks quite old."
"Twenty," Greg replied. "He's actually my step-son, Rebecca's ten years older than me."
"Oh, you're a toy-boy," he grinned.
Greg blushed, "Yep, but I get on really well with Richard."
"Really?"
"He kinda worships me," Greg says with a grin, "nothing weird, but he always wants to hang out with me which is kinda nice. He started to come to my gym, and now I'm helping him train."
"Seems like a nice kid."
"He is, he'll walk around the house shirtless, he's turning into fucking stud--" Greg almost fell over his words, "I mean a handsome man, I'm proud of him."
Tom grinned, "Sounds like you've got a great family."
"Yeah I think so. So this is your last day?"
"Yes, we part our ways in," he looks at his watch, "about an hour."
"You have anything planned after that?"
"No," Tom replied. "I wanted something long term but nothing's come up."
Greg nodded, "I might bring my boy over to the club tomorrow, show him around. I'll tell him not to say anything to Rebecca, and we can have some father-son time."
"Uh-huh, when do you think you'll visit?" Tom asked.
"We'll about four in the afternoon, we'll come here instead of the gym."
"That's nice," Tom looked at his watch, "better get going."
They shook hands again, and Tom departed leaving Greg to enjoy his whisky.
In a small room towards the back of the club Tom began to remove his clothes, in the mirror opposite he admired his physique. "Gonna miss being big-bear," he said to himself. "You have a mighty fine body, and it's a shame you'll soon be back to your old life, as a straight-ass, homophobic, bully."
From a draw, he selected a small tube of orange liquid. Twisting off the top, he swallowed it down. He sat in a chair and waited, a warmth began to spread across his large torso. It was almost time, he pulled at his mouth testing the elasticity. He still wasn't satisfied, and waited a few more minutes before trying again. This time he was able to stretch it much wider, enough for him to pull it wide. Tom's face disfigured grotesquely, as another head pushed itself free of the man's mouth. He gasped, like it was his first breath for a long time. Then he began to slowly inch himself free of the man's body. After he'd freed himself he look and stared at Tom.
"Well, here we are again Damien," the man said to himself. "He briefly glanced at his reflection. "Back to being me." He reached down and stroked Tom's furry pec. "Yeah, I'm going to miss being you, damn, you knew how to dominate a room if you wanted, and your war stories, fuck made me so hard telling them."
Damien pulled on a vest and sweatpants, just as one of the club's valet-boys came in.
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you finished?" he asked, Damien saw his name badge catch the light 'Nathan'.
"I'm done, take him away, otherwise I might just steal him back again."
Nathan chuckled, and Damien watched as the teenager climbed inside, forcing his body down Tom's throat.
End of pt1, pt2 continues later today.
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