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My hand snapped forward and grabbed his wrist, I jerked him towards me, spinning him as he went. With his back towards me, I grabbed his other wrist and pushed inside him. It still took a few minutes, like pushing through treacle but there was hardly any struggle once I'd started.
I rolled and cracked my neck--Justin's neck. "Still need some more practice," I muttered. The phone rang in my hand. "Hello?"
*Hey Justin, it's Sam. Thanks for last night, how do fancy going for a drink and then to that new club KOKO? I'll pay.*
"Sure," I replied in Justin's voice.
*Smart casual, I'll pick you up at eight.*
"Great," I replied, we said our goodbyes and hung up.
I showered again, it felt more natural than ever. I dried off feeling more like Justin all the time as I fixed his hair. From his closet I picked a shirt, tie and a cardigan with some expensive pants, always being guided by Justin's mind.
I was just as much Justin as he ever was, but I needed to practice--on someone else--so I shrugged myself free of his body which crumpled to the floor. I scooped him up and laid him on the bed and left.
There was some kind of fascination I had with Justin, I knew I hadn't finished with him, but I wanted to watch him, when he was himself. So later that evening I headed to KOKO.
Around the side of the club I found the place where the smokers hung out. It was still early and a few came out and left, always in groups. Then a single guy came out. He wore a long sleeved white top, his physique was that of a bodybuilder or fitness model. His hair was tight on the sides and back, longer on top, he had to be in his early twenties. He was bigger, stronger than Justin and I saw him as a challenge. I looked at the door, it was now or never.
I walked over, he nodded as I sized him up. He was a little shorter, but he was thick and strong like myself. I asked the time and when he looked at his watch I grabbed his wrist sweeping behind him and grabbing his other wrist. He was strong and threw his head back almost catching my nose. I struggled trying to keep him off-balance, but he pushed back again towards the wall. I hit it with a thud and he shoved back again--his mistake, all I needed to do was think about being inside his body. He squirmed and I used his own weight to force myself inside.
A familiar wash swept over me and I knew my name was David Berlizov, a Russian model staying in the city for a few days. My hand touched and traced the contours of my shirt; I didn't need to look, I already knew every last inch of my new body. I checked the time; 10:30, flicking through David's memories I searched for any sights of Justin and smiled, he'd bumped into David at the bar.
David's body was craving a smoke, so I obliged. I leaned casually against the wall blowing smoke into the night air when the door opened and a girl walked out. She was built like a swimmer, a long, smooth body--tight. She walked up to me and pulled the smoke from my mouth. "That will kill you," she said taking a long draw herself then tossing it away. "You're that Russian model, right?" she asked.
"I am," I replied in David's thick accent.
She said nothing more, but took my hand and led me around to the back of the building. She pressed me against the wall and kissed my neck, I looked down lifted her head and kissed her. As I wrapped my arms around her, I thought to myself how easy it would be to jump inside her as our tongues explored each others mouths.
We continued to kiss and my mouth broke into a smile as I felt her unbuckle my pants. I felt the coolness of the night air around my borrowed dick. I already knew David would have stopped her by now--he had a girlfriend at home and had promised to be faithful, but I was David now.
She broke off the kiss and felt her way down my torso, my dick was already hard. I closed my eyes as she took it in her mouth and started to work her way down its length. David's body was tingling all over, I knew I was inside him, wearing him like a perfect costume but it felt like my own body. I rested my hands on the back of her head as she bobbed back and forth. My mind drifted wondering if my own manhood was pushed up inside David's or whether I'd simple became David when I pushed inside. A shiver raced through me and she slowed down. I gasped and held her head as slowly pulled back and forward, a spasm raked through me and with a grunt my balls exploded.
I felt her struggle in my hands and I released my grip. She sucked as she pulled herself free, licking her lips and gulping down the last of my cum. I wondered if the cum was mine or David's. I suspected it would be the latter.
Slipping my softening manhood into my pants, I fixed the zipper and belt. I left the girl attending to her makeup and returned to the club.
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Being David was unusual, tiring and complicated. I was never alone for a moment, everyone wanted a part of me. But I was David. I pulled at the emotions that wrapped my mind, those that belonged to the body I inhabited as I thought about Justin. I'd only caught fleeting sights of Justin and Sam, by 11:30 they were leaving. I knew where to find him, if he wanted to leave with Sam all well and good. I, myself, had no intentions of going. Needless to say, there was no shortage of people that wanted to hang off my arms and be with me--or David.
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The night blurred into a morning and I found myself waking in a hotel room, the afternoon light bleeding through the curtains. With the help of David's memories I quickly realised it was his room. The bed although messed up suggested it only had one occupant last night--shameful.
My fixation with Justin resurfaced, I convinced myself that it was just logic. He was the perfect base; young, wealthy, single with his own apartment. I'd already learnt so much about him and he was starting to feel like home.
I sat up on the bed and promptly dropped again. The room was swimming, a dull tightness wrapped itself around my head--just how much did I drink last night? I was grateful--for David--that all the modelling had finished, he had a flight tonight at seven. I wriggled, pulling myself free, leaving him with the hangover and the impending trip home.
Being someone else was such a buzz, but I already knew I had expensive tastes, something I'd inherited from Justin's life.
I picked up the phone. "Room service? Get me something to eat and a pot of coffee...", "I don't care what it is, surprise me," I said and hung up.
Looking around the room I caught my reflection. I was still wearing Justin's shirt and shorts from yesterday--I still looked great and jerked myself off thinking about the other bodies I'd used.
There was a knock at the door. "Room service," came a call. I opened the door, a young waiter--no more than nineteen--was holding a tray. I stepped to one side and he walked past and I followed.
"Leave it on the table in the bedroom," I said.
He left the tray and looked for a moment at David sleeping on the bed. "Is he OK?"
"He's fine. He'll need some food and a coffee when he wakes up," I told him. "You sounded busy on the phone."
"Not so bad, my shift finishes in twenty minutes," he told me and held out a slip of paper. "Can you sign here please?" I signed for the food. "Is there anything else I can get for you sir?"
I shook my head and he turned to leave. He was no more than 5'7", shorter than Justin even. I stepped forward, grabbing him from behind and held my hand over his mouth. He started to panic, but I held onto him tight. "Stop struggling," I whispered in his ear, "you'll only make it difficult for yourself."
I turned him to face the full length mirror on the wall. His eyes were wide, as I was towered over him wondering if this would even work.
Clearing my mind, I began to push forward. The teenagers legs almost buckled, but I held him in place. There was an incredible tightness as I found my way deep inside his lower body. In the mirror I could see his eyes begin to glaze over, I dropped my hand and he didn't yell, he just groaned.
The more I stuffed myself inside his body, the shorter I became. In the mirror I could see my arms, shoulders and head only half an inch above his. I wasn't going to stop, I knew I could do it now. I eased my thick arms into his back and shoved them down into his, my shoulders quickly followed as I wriggled the last of my 6' frame into his body. His head rocked as I got comfortable. Using his hands I lifted his head and pushed mine inside.
-- END OF PART TWO
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