In… then out… My pupils dilate as the garden blurs. I release a sigh. It is surprisingly full and confident. I have learned my lesson and am getting an early start, but this time, without a plan. If I am going to fuck Brian (or if he is going to fuck me), it is now or never.
Blissfully, I close my eyes. I feel myself rise
off the ground and float through the fence and into the gym.
WEEK 3
I enter the weight room and locate Brian. Strange… he’s doing shoulders today. Walking
past him, I kiss a finger and press it to his forehead. He halts for a moment,
looks around, then gets back to business.
As I cruise through the cardio area, I notice
my three vessels from last week running in tandem on treadmills, laughing and
carrying on, suddenly fast friends. Wonderful!
If things don’t work out with my boy-toy, I have a back-up plan.
And dear reader, if you’re wondering why I
don’t just take over Brian already, remember this: fishing is no fun if the
fish jump into the boat. The thrill is in the pursuit, and Brian has not
been easy prey.
I
head past the squat racks and into the leg area, searching for the perfect
vessel. Nate has his ass up in the air, puffing away on some machine called
"The Butt Blaster." He has a lump in the rear his shorts and a wicked
twinkle in his eye. I grin from ear-to-ear. Such a naughty boy.
Trying
something different, I decide to head upstairs. I kick against the floor and
rise through the ceiling, suddenly surrounded by silence. Fast past music pumps
through the speakers, solely for the machines to enjoy. I spot a lone figure
working out in the distance.
Could
this be fate?
I approach him slowly, checking the
surroundings for other gym members. All clear. A very well developed, very straight-looking man has bound his wrists
to a pull-up bar and is angrily pumping out a set. As he pulls himself up, he
breathes in sharply through the nose and exhales on the way down with an
unnecessary shout.
No wonder this floor is empty. He’s obnoxious!
The
hair on his legs prickle as I near. I feel the pull. I'm not sure into which
hole, but I am going to let the wind take me. All of the sudden, I sucked in
through his nose.
His body drops like a limp noodle as his hands
stay tied to the bar, keeping him upright. He begins to convulse as I fight for
control.
Suddenly his eyes snap open.
"What… is… happening…" he moans quietly as his limbs continue to
shake, unsure who to ask for help. I attempt to take over, but he is too
powerful.
Fuck!
He is one tough nut to crack. But I persist, focusing
on inhabiting one area at a time.
I start with his legs, snapping them to
attention. I get a firm footing as his upper body continues to quake violently.
Terror streaks across his face as he loses feeling in his legs.
Next, I move up into his abs, flexing them hard
to stabilize him. Then I creep into his arms, soothing his jumping biceps and
quieting his wriggling fingers. Finally, I worm myself into his brain.
His head snaps to the side in an attempt to
shut me out, but I slowly twist his head forward, then… I take my first breath.
Then I finish my set.
I unravel my wrist-straps with a victorious
smirk in the mirror. As I gather his things, he still feels a little stiff. I
take up a pulley bar and bust through a light set of wide-grip pulldowns to
perfect my motor functions. Each rep is smoother than the last. Then I realize
something—
The first vessel was too big. The second vessel
was too small. This one feels just right.
I release the bar and wipe it down, because
unlike my host – I am not a dick. Pulling off his baggy tank-top to expose a
rocking bod, I run two sweaty thumbs down the chiseled cum-gutters running
along my eight-pack. After popping a finger into his mouth to taste the sweat,
I march confidently toward the free
weight section downstairs.
Speaking of—what is this guy packing?
Shamelessly I dive his hand into his shorts and grab a generous handful of firm
flesh. All good.
I scratch my beard for a moment as I decide on
my next move. Did I already mention that
I love beards? I can’t be obvious, that doesn’t work with him. No… I just
need to trust that I’ve got what he wants.
Ignoring
Brian as he plays with his phone between sets, I take up a bench further down.
I decide to do what I've seen Brian do before – I sit on the edge of one end of
the bench and lower myself very slowly out of a crunch. I focus on keeping the
tension in my abs, so I don't topple to the floor. As I stare at my new abs,
rippling with every contraction, my cock swells causing a tent to form in my
shorts.
I pause allowing my back to hang over the edge, marveling at this body’s core strength. My head turns slowly to check on Brian. His face seems twisted up, tense. He seems almost flustered as he attempts to focus on finishing his set. No way!
The weight floor clears out. Empowered, I bust through a set of reverse crunches, my body operating like a finely tuned machine. My swollen thighs work as pistons as I shout with each push – now I get why this vessel was so loud – then I collapse onto the bench, chuckling at the pre-cum seeping through my shorts. This body is so fucking hot.
I turn back to Brian who is making a point to
look away. He sweeps up his things and charges toward the locker room. I hang
back until he disappears through the door, then follow suit.
A man attempts to slide by as I enter the
locker room. His eyes check me out with a quick flick, and I shoot him a wink
and flirtatiously grab my dick through my shorts as he passes.
I make a beeline for Brian’s locker. He’s not
there, but Nate is. I approach from behind.
“Try cricket flour protein,” I say.
Interesting, this vessel has a vague New Jersey accent.
“Excuse me?” Nate replies, confused.
“I just googled it recently. Better than whey and it’s dairy free.”
“Uh… thanks?”
“You got it!” I say with a smile, and smack his
ass as I walk past. He groans with surprise as the plug bumps his prostate.
I walk by the shower case, counting the feet of
the usual occupants Two, two, six, two,
two… where the fuck could he be?
I poke my head into the window of the steam
room. I spot Brian, nude with a towel around his waist, relaxing with his eyes
closed. Batter up.
I slip off my shorts, revealing a tight red and
white jockstrap. This will do just fine,
thank you. I crack open the door. Steam begins to leak out, moistening my
borrowed face.
I hold my breath as I step in and stride
confidently to the right side. I lay down my towel, sit my bare ass on the
fabric, and position the stiff head of my cock to tease out of the right side
of my jock.
My lungs release a relaxed sigh as I close my
eyes and take in the heat. After a bit, I sense motion. I let my eyes crack
open slightly, just enough to make out Brian’s hand discretely slipping
underneath his towel. He steals sweaty glances my way.
I close my eyes again and arch my back coyly,
sucking in my cobbled stomach and plunging two fingers beneath the elastic on
my underwear. I run the tips of my fingers along the shaft. It feels good.
After teasing myself a bit, I decided to be
bold and open my eyes slowly. Brian is twisting one of his nipples with one
hand, while the other is tugging at his cock. His towel is only slightly open,
so I am only allowed a peek.
His blue eyes dart again towards me. Noticing
my stare, he quickly composes himself and rewraps his towel. His palms smack
against the wooden bench as he starts to rise hesitantly – as if trying to decide
whether to flee or stay.
I rise quietly and cross towards him.
My eyes lock on his as I smooth my damp hair back. I take my time and permit him to gawk at my body openly
with no one else around. I smile to myself slightly. He probably never gets a
chance to do that. I know the feeling.
His eyes widen, marveling at the deeply etched lines on my torso. I lean over him, and sweat from my brow drips on his cheeks. He opens his mouth to catch a few.
I bring my face down to his and kiss him very
softly on the lips, then slip him a little tongue. He grabs onto my face and
pulls me into his, devouring me. My hand drops to his towel, and I open it
wide. A beautiful, aching 8-inch cock reaches toward the sky.
As a spread my legs apart and straddle him, my
asshole grazing the tip of his cock, he whispers “What’s your name?”
I
softly tell him the truth, "Daniel," as I sit back onto his length,
allowing it to slide inside of me. The ease surprises me. Either this is not my
vessel's first rodeo, or he is an anal savant!
My
lips part, betraying a low groan as I sit for a moment, enjoying the sensation
of fullness. We kiss passionately again; then he starts to bounce his hips. I
look down in amazement as I can see the dick I've wanted for so long is inside
of me, and it feels fucking amazing.
As he picks up speed, our hands begin to
explore each other's chiseled bodies, enjoying every involuntary flex and
spasm. Brian's head drops to one side to get a better look at his rod pounding
my hole. "Oh yeah, Daniel…"
“Yeah… Brian… fuck me,” I whisper into his ear
in my vessel’s macho tone.
He bites his lip as he approaches orgasm. He
manages to sputter, “I’ve wanted this… for so… so long.”
"Fuck,
me too," I say as I continue to buck, my ass grinding into his hips.
"I—" my words are cut off by a sudden orgasm, my sentence finished
with a celebratory shout as Brian cries out. I quickly hop off and get on my
knees, pointing his dick toward my mouth.
As he sprays, I catch every drop with my throat
wide open. After I swallow it with a greedy gulp I wrap my hot lips around the
head of his cock, the tongue flicking against his piss slit.
His body begins to spasm, then releases a
second load. He pushes my head away from his sensitive cock, panting heavily.
His face reveals a smile as his eyes widen in awe.
“How in the fuck are you even real?” he asks
with a laugh.
I lean in, and we share one last kiss.
He whispers conspiratorially, “Same time next
week?”
“Absolutely,” I say with a celebratory smile.
And
that, ladies and gentlemen, is a HOME RUN!
THE END
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