Last Seandays: Fresh smell

Clive had been waiting three months for the package and finally it had arrived.

The DHL guy helped get the heavy box into the house, inside there were many other boxes sealed with for storage written on them.

“What’s going on?” asked the guy.

“I’ve moving out going to live with my family, I’m renting the house out to the local university they are going to use it as a Frat house.”

The 60 year old thanked the DHL guy before dragging the heavy box into his bedroom.

Pulling the delivery note off the box he read the details;

Male, 19 years old, black hair, 5’ 9”, brown eyes, tattoo right shoulder, build: muscular, pre-programmed: Football scholarship.

Clive pulled out the bubble wrap, pulling out what looked like an unconscious heavy body matching the description on the paperwork.

Clive bit his lip, “perfect.”

Looking at his watch Clive quickly stripped and sat with the jocks head between his knee’s. Reaching down he pulled the jocks mouth open, wider than normal and pushed his feet in.

Slowly but surely the 60 year old eased himself into the jocks heavy set body. With his newly acquired strength he was able to stand and watch in the mirror as he pulled the jocks head over his own.

He quickly pulled on some jeans, some his nephew had left, it was all he had that would fit.
There was a shout from the house; “Hello? anyone here?”

Clive picked up a tube from the package and walked back into the house and was met by a Jock; “Hi my name is Kurt. Is this the new Frat house?”

Clive smiled “Yeah, my name is Clive – this is my grandpa house and I’m clearing it out for him.” Clive looked at the small bag, “is that all you’ve got?” Kurt smiled “No the rest of it is outside.”

Clive helped Kurt with his luggage pulling it into one of the spare rooms. Clive checked out Kurt’s build and size biting his lip again.

With a sudden lunge Clive jabbed the tube into Kurt, who yelped and collapsed almost immediately. Clive easily lifted Kurt onto the bed and started to strip the jock.

It was a close match, same height build, hairstyle was different but that could be fixed. Clive dropped his jeans and pulled on Kurt’s jock and shorts. Taking the damp wife beater up to his nose Clive sucked in the smell before rubbing it into his pits and torso. It still smelt great as he pulled it over his head.

Clive pulled out Kurt’s ID from his back pocket “Kurt Stevens”, the photo was close to Clive’s new look - “it would work.”

Clive walked over to Kurt and leaned on the jock, before folding him in half and putting him into the box – sealing it.

Clive returned to Kurt’s room and started to unpack, putting the underwear, pants, polo’s and shirts into the cupboard.

Again there was a noise in the hall, Clive went to investigate.

Standing in the doorway with a huge bag was a short muscular guy with blonde spiked hair.

“Hi Will James, here on a wrestling scholarship”

Clive replied.. “Hi, I’m Kurt Stevens – on a football scholarship.”