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I take another deep breath…He looks like he has a tight little ass. Yes. He must. I search my memory for more detail about him; the little twink that had his eye on Nate in the locker room last week. FOCUS, DAMNIT! You’re wasting time.
I close my eyes and let the darkness take me. Its' inky black depths remind me of my future vessel's black workout outfit. How it hugs his tight little body. A body that will soon be mine.
My feet begin to rise, floating once again. A man on a mission, my eyes trained on the target. A twenty-something with floppy hair, dripping with sweat and adorableness. Every straight man on Earth would drop everything that mattered just to sink their cock into his tight, creamy ass.
WEEK 2
“It’s two o’clock, and you know what that means! Cardio Blast with Enrique in Studio B.”
Fuck, I’ll have to move fast. Brian pounds through those skull-crushers.
I survey the cardio area. A few of the ladies turn off their treadmills and gather their things. Thanks, Enrique.
It is clearing out, but there are more witnesses than I would like. I would wait, but this kid has been at it for the last half-hour. I am going to have to take my chances.
I weigh my options. His mouth is closed… the nose and ears are too dangerous, as the treadmill is at high speed. The instant contact with the brain would cause him to freeze for a moment, and a broken vessel would do me no good.
Determined, I formulate a new play. They say that anything worth having, comes hard. (But they say nothing about it coming up the ass.)
HERE GOES!
The hair on his arm starts to prickle as I get close. His breath is steady, calm. That treadmill is going to give out before he does. Fuck! He is fit.
I extend a finger into his ass. As the tip slides into his hole, he skips a step, looking behind him in confusion. Then, he presses on. So do I.
I feel the pull, and let it suck me in with a quiet slurp. His stomach pooches out as I fill him up, and he jerks as his abs contract violently. He doubles over and grips his stomach as the treadmill, oblivious to his pain, throws him off.
We tumble across the floor a lie for a moment, face down. He begins to shake wildly as I take control. This kid is a tough one.
“Are you okay?” a woman asks in terror.
I rise carefully, offering “I think I just—” a jolt shoots through me as the kid fights for control of his body. I fall back onto the floor, and his body continues to seize, fighting off his attack. Spittle begins to collect on his lips.
“He’s having a seizure!” she cries. I hear a flurry of footsteps. She adds, “Everyone, back up! I’m a nurse.”
I feel her cool palm on the small of his back. “I’m going to flip you over now.” As she rolls me, I finally wrestle tentative control. “I’m fi-fi-fine,” I insist with a labored breath. “I just get a bit of vertigo from time to...” I trail off as I get a clear view of my rescuer.
Brian’s mother-fucking girlfriend. WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?
A beefy hand grabs her shoulder. I look up. It's Brian’s hand.
“Babe, is he okay?”
“He says he’s okay,” she says, doubting.
“Thank God you got the day off today, huh?” His blue eyes shift to me. “You okay kid?”
“Yeah,” I mumble in disappointment. I get up and dust myself off, addressing the small crowd, “All good! I’m just clumsy and…” – I shoot them my best aw-shucks smile – “and embarrassed.”
Polite chuckles erupt, and people slap me on the back supportively as they go back to their workouts.
“Let me know if you need anything,” the nurse says with a warm smile. She and my future fuck-husband head back to the free weights.
I stumble to the whirring treadmill, acclimating to this vessel’s smaller frame, and the crushing weight of failure. I click it off and look to Brian's weight bench. He gives the nurse a peck as she heads to the women’s locker room, then starts another set.
Doggedly, I clench my jaw. Desperate times call for desperate measures! I rip off my shirt, run my slender fingers down my tight swimmer’s build, then prance over to the free weights.
As Brian struggles through his last rep, I ogle openly. Fuck it, right? These aren’t my eyes anyway. When he racks his weight, I check myself out in the mirror, then cast a thirsty stare back in his direction. I cock an eyebrow in an attempt to add a dose of confidence.
Brian grabs his towel, and his gaze catches mine. He broadcasts a pained smile, then heads my way.
Maybe… just maybe it’s working!
As he nears, his smile melts into a look of concern. “Hey, bro…”
“Hey, yourself!” I say with a flirty wink.
“You’ve got a little—” he dabs my face with his towel. “—nosebleed from the fall.”
I look down at the scarlet patches expanding on the white, absorbent fabric. My mouth falls open. I am mortified.
He hands it to me. “You can keep the towel,” then winks, but it's not flirtatious. It's a wink that your grandpa would give you after pulling a quarter out of your ear. “Take care of yourself.” I twist away, self-conscious, pushing the towel against my nose. When I turn back, he is already disappearing into the locker room.
I stalk after him, stemming the never-ending tide of blood with the rag, pissed beyond belief. Strike two.
Upon entering the locker room, I slam my head into the first wall I find. How in the hell could I be so stupid? I have the god-like ability to wear any sexy body I like, but that doesn’t make me suave. Inside, I am still just an awkward accountant who cannot get a date to save his fucking life.
I wipe away a few stinging tears of self-pity, then catch my delectable reflection in the mirror. Maybe I can’t have Brian today, but this body will fetch me something. I just need to keep my mouth closed. Pigheaded, I head to the safe bet: the showers.
As I wander past the stalls, I see the sudsy feet of the usual suspects. I stop short when I see two sets.
“Knock, knock!” I call playfully as I drop my gym shorts. My vessel went commando today. I admire that.
With sheepish smiles, they pull the curtain aside, expecting trouble. Their gaze drops to my dick pointing upward toward my winning smile. They look at one another conspiratorially. Now there is mischief afoot.
In two seconds flat, the hottie on the left to crams his dick inside my ass. The bearded philanderer offers his stiff pole to my willing, available mouth. Unexpectedly, I find myself in the best Chinese finger trap situation I could ever imagine. As the cheating husband thrusts his cock deep down my throat, I feel a pulling in my abdomen. I will not be able to hold onto this body. The temptation is too great.
I let my hold of this vessel go and shoot through the cheater’s hairy dick and into his loins. The other man looks over to what should be a ghastly sight. My new vessel's sculpted arms clutch his pulsing abdominals, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“You gonna cum, bro?” he asks.
Now in control, I refocus his eyes and steady my new legs. I shoot him a reassuring smile, then try out his voice. “Just caught myself, man. I want this to last.” It’s sexy. Low. Raspy.
The other man offers me a high-five with a victorious shout as he continues to pound the twink’s ass. These two tried to be quiet when they played together, but now that there is three...
Fuck! I forgot about my old vessel! I looked down to see him hungrily gobbling my cock. Wow… not sure if he is gay, but he is like a fish to water. I pull him off me for a moment and give him a fierce kiss, then forcefully push his head back down.
"Yeah, that's it, boy," I rumble with encouragement as I resume fucking his mouth. My eyes catch a glimpse of a tattoo on my bouncing left pec. I watched it twitch with every predatory thrust as I rub my scratchy beard. I fucking love beards!
And then I feel it. A rumble in my groin as my thick legs begin to tremble. I explode into the twink’s mouth, then groan as the boy swirls his tongue around the sensitive head of my cock. This surprise sends a euphoric shiver up my spine. A trail of cum drips out of the twink’s smiling mouth.
The other man face strains as he gets close. I spit out “Give that fucking mouth, you sexy piece of shit.”
He leans in with a whimper as the pressure builds inside him. I devour a kiss, not resisting the pull…
His head drops for a moment, then I open my fresh eyes, staring at a married man. He shakes off his confusion. I look down as every developed muscle in this new body seizes. I’m fucking close.
“Fuck yeah!” he shouts, coaching me. “Frost his pathetic little face!”
My old vessel grabs the twink by the neck as I bring myself to the point of no return. The cheater spins him around and kicks him to his knees. The twink looks up at me from the floor, jacking himself off with a throaty moan. He fucking loves this!
I spray my sticky juices all over his face. He catches what he can in his mouth, then orgasms as he chokes it down.
“Excuse me—”I hear a voice say politely. I feel a pull in my abdomen, then—
I open my eyes on the gym patio. A female trainer pokes her head out the door with her client in tow. “Do you mind if we share the space?”
“All done!” I say with a grin. I smooth my collar down against a gust of wind and head inside, feeling refreshed.
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