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by Nemo
The sound of the door-bell interrupted the two young lovers, just as things were beginning to get interesting. Their quiet Friday night in was proving more exciting than they'd originally anticipated and it was with a small sigh of disappointment, that Matt drew back from Drew and began to sit up. His progress was arrested by Drew's quick reactions. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Matt by his T-shirt drawing him back down for a passionate kiss, before the doorbell rang again and the two men reluctantly parted.
"Coming" Matt yelled as he disentangled himself from Drew, who was making half-hearted playful attempts to keep Matt with him on the sofa, grabbing at Matt's shirt. He extracted himself from his boyfriend's clutches and headed for the door. He stopped a second to check his fly was closed and then opened the door.
He was greeted by the familiar but far from welcoming face of his neighbour, Janice Roberts. Janice had never made any secret of her dislike of having a faggot for a next door neighbour, but had never been blunt enough to say so to Matt's face. Instead she relied on a lifetime's carefully honed skills of put-down's and backstabbing to make her feelings known to the neighbourhood.
"Well hello Mrs. Roberts. How can I help?" Asked Matt. She sniffed audibly and made a small grimace. In her mid-40s but trying to look 10 years younger, she hated anyone suggesting she was getting old, which was why Matt took every opportunity to rub in the fact that he was a good twenty years younger. Since he was only being polite there was no way she could overtly take offence, but they both knew the point Matt was making.
Janice glanced over Matt's shoulder to where Drew was stretched out on the sofa, his shirt half undone, with his washboard abs on display. "I hope I'm not interrupting you and your... friend?" She asked Matt, managing to make the word friend somehow sound synonymous with 'whore'.
Matt forced a smile. "Not at all," he replied "we were just having a quiet night in. But what can I do for you?" he asked.
Janice drew a set of house keys from her clutch bag. "I'm away this weekend to visit my mother. And my husband," again Janice managed to use one word to convey another, this time the word husband sounded like moron "has forgotten his keys and isn't home from work yet. Could you hang on to these until he gets home?" she finished. "If I hang on any longer I'll miss my flight."
"Why sure, Mrs Roberts." said Matt, once again gently stressing the Mrs. "Anything to help a neighbour. Just tell him to call by, when he gets home."
"I'll send him a message to that effect. Now if you don't mind, I really must be going." said Janice as she turned to leave.
"Bye now." said Matt, closing the door on her departing back. He watched her head back inside her own house, lost in thought for a few seconds until he realises Drew had come to stand beside him and was running his hands over Matt's shoulders. "God she is such a Bitch, I don't understand what her husband sees in her." said Matt as he watched her load her car with her bags.
"Don't be too hard on the guy." said Drew "I hear she's got all the money and has him tied up in some watertight pre-nup." He began to massage Matt's shoulders, digging his fingers firmly into Matt. Matt made small noises of pleasure as Drew's hands worked their way down his back. As his hands moved towards Matt's butt, Drew leant forward and began to nuzzle Matt's neck.
Matt watched as Janice locked up and got in her car. As she pulled the car out, she had a clear view of the two men standing in the window and the look of disgust on her face was barely disguised. Matt raised an arm and waved goodbye, a wide smile on his face. He waited until she was out of sight and then turned to Drew and led him back to the sofa.
"So where were we?" Asked Drew as he laid down on the sofa.
"Wondering why Mike Roberts is still married to that Bitch." replied Matt.
Drew sighed "I told you, it's not as straight forward as it seems. Now can we forget about Mike for now and just concentrate on the two of us?"
Matt sat back and laughed slightly bitterly "Now who's trying to make out things are simpler than they really are?"
Drew sat up. "You really want to do this? Now."
Matt nodded "Yes, now. Janice is away all weekend, if we can't talk about it now, when can we?"
Drew looked like he was going to argue and then he deflated slightly and nodded. "OK, you win."
Drew sat up straight and dug his fingers forcefully into his neck, he pinched and tugged hard for a few seconds before finding the edge he was looking for. He pulled it sharply away from himself and with a gelatinous sound, Drew's entire head and neck came away in his hands.
In it's place was revealed a more mature but no less good looking face. Now with a slight touch of salt and pepper at the temples of his cropped hair and a extra few laughter lines at the corner of his eyes, it was the face of Mike Roberts. Mike sighed and looked down at Drew's empty eyed face in his hands.
Matt reached out and gently took Drew's face out of Mike's hands. He held it up so Mike could see it, "This is not the man I fell in love with." Matt said "You are, Mike." He paused a second and then continued. "Drew was just a shell I made for you to hide inside, so we could be together without fear, but he was never who I wanted to spend my life with, that was you." As he spoke, Matt reached and and stroked Mike's face. It still slightly sticky from the adhesive and sweat and Mike's hair was matted flat, but that didn't bother Matt, as he leant over and kissed Mike. The slight smell of latex might have put another man off, but Matt was used to it from his job as a make-up artist. Truth be told, it got him kind of turned on.
Mike closed his eyes for a few seconds and then as Matt pulled away he opened them with a sigh. "Baby I understand, I really do, but we've been over this. She'll take me for every cent I've got if I ask for a divorce. I know money's not everything, but I've spent the last decade building my business up and she'll destroy it just for the hell of it. You know what she's like. What do you expect me to do?"
Matt looked at Mike for a second and then without saying anything, he reached behind the sofa and pulled out a box about a foot high, wide and deep. He passed it to Mike without saying anything. Mike took the box, a slightly puzzled look in his face. He set the box down on the sofa and opened it. Inside was another mask, but this one was of a face that was horribly familiar. Mike looked with a stunned expression at a perfect replica of Janice's face and looked over at Matt. Matt smiled at him, "You know, I think there might be a way I could get Janice to instruct her attorney to give you a 50:50 split in a divorce". A slow smile, spead across Mike's face as he contemplated a future free from the mistakes of his youth, with the man he loved, the neighbour he needed.
I decided to go down and see how I would do in his body blowing my former body. I couldnt believe how my body looked and how it reacted to what I was doing.
After we finished I put on my new uniform and looked in the mirror and snapped a photo. I was excited to see my new body and everything. We decided to look for a way to swap back but in 6 months when I would return from Afghanistan from being on active duty there.
I left and headed out. It wasnt long before I got to the base and settled in. I decided to jerk off a little and dream of what is next to come.by Erick S.
“Kip, huh?” Bernie broke the uncomfortable silence, “That your real name?”
The kid stood across the register from him, obviously uncomfortable and unsure how to answer.
“It’s OK,” Bernie continued, looking over the kid’s resume, “You don’t have to tell me your real name. A lot of the guys I hire go by their stage names. Ever worked in a store like this?”
“No, sir,” the kid said.
Still, Bernie had to admire this kid stumbling in off the street, resume in hand, looking for a job. He was cute, no doubt about that. He should have been applying at some of the bars and restaurants in the neighborhood, if he knew what was good for him. The guys would eat him up. He’d make a killing in tips. But here he was, in Bernie’s adult toy shop, nervously looking around, wondering what he’d gotten himself into.
“Ever shopped here before?” Bernie asked.
“Yeah, I guess. A couple times,” Kip answered.
“Really?” said Bernie, “Never seen you in here before.”
“It was just once, maybe. With some friends,” he answered, hoping to move on to the next question.
“I dunno, Kip,” Bernie deliberately put the resume down, “I got this position open, but you ain’t got much experience.”
Bernie saw a look of defeat in the kid’s eyes.
“Please,” he said, “I just need a job. I moved here with my boyfriend and now we’re not together, I just moved into this shitty studio apartment down the block, I don’t know anybody here, and the only way I can afford to stay is if I get a job and start getting paid today.”
Kip clearly hadn’t meant for all of that to come spilling out. But Bernie smiled. Maybe there was something in this kid after all.
“Why don’t you take your shirt off, Kip?” he said, “The guys I hire here work with their shirts off. In their underwear sometimes, if they want to. Just part of the job. Not a problem, is it?”
Bernie sensed the hesitation, but Kip let out a deep breath and stripped off his shirt. He just needed a job.
“Wow,” Bernie said, genuinely impressed, “You work out?”
The kid had a cute face, sure, but his lean, toned, athletic body was really a surprise. Bernie licked his lips. This was exactly what he’d been looking for.
“Yeah,” Kip replied, “A little. Just try to keep in shape.”
“Well, Kip,” said Bernie, “The job’s yours if you want it. You can start today if you want to start making some money.”
“That would be amazing,” said Kip, and Bernie noticed his adorable, charming smile for the first time. This kid was quite the lucky catch.
“Just some paperwork, then,” said Bernie, “Why don’t you flip the sign on the door to ‘Closed,’ and we’ll go back in the office. Then I’ll show you the ropes.”
Kip did as he was told, and Bernie led him through a heavy black curtain to the back room of the store.
If Kip had known what was good for him, he would have ran the second he saw all of the suits. A whole rack of them. On hangers. Fully-detailed skin suits, most of them younger-looking guys with athletic bodies like Kip’s. But Kip couldn’t run. He could only stand there in shock as Bernie came around and pulled him in from behind.
“See that over there?” Bernie forced Kip to turn around. There was a skin suit slung carelessly over the back of a chair, “That was ‘Jake.’ One of my best suits. But suits can only last so long before they get a rip in them, or they start getting loose, not fitting right. See?”
Still keeping Kip tightly pulled in against him, Bernie used a free hand to lift the suit off of the chair. Across the abdomen, there was a sharp gash, not like a skin wound but like a piece of fabric that had gotten caught on a sharp edge.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Kip yelled, struggling against Bernie’s hold, “This is fucked up!”
“Nah,” said Bernie, calmly, “Sorry, bub. No way I’m letting you go. Knew you’d be perfect the second you stepped in the door. If you’d stay still for a second, we could get this over with real quick.”
Bernie still had Kip firmly pressed against him, and Kip started to feel an intense warmth building up between their bodies. He started to feel like he was melting, or that Bernie was melting into him. Like Bernie was coming inside of him, inch by inch filling him up from the inside. It wasn’t right.
Soon Bernie was all the way inside of Kip. He let himself catch his breath before turning around to face the full-length mirror on the back wall.
“Very nice,” he smiled, making Kip’s cute face light up.
He tugged carefully at the sides of his mouth and began to slide Kip’s face over his head. He checked out Kip’s body with his head on top and did some flexing. That always gave him a kick. Then he pulled Kip’s face back up and realigned it with his own face underneath. It was a great fit. Nothing like a fresh new suit.
“Well, Kip,” he said to his reflection, “The customers sure do miss Jake, but I think they’re going to love my newest hire. What do you think?”
He fixed his hair in the mirror and gave his body one more glance-over before heading back out into the store and making sure the black curtain was closed tightly behind him.
As he flipped the sign on the front door to “Open,” one of his favorite customers walked in.
“Hey,” Bernie said with his Kip voice.
“Thought you guys were closed,” the customer said.
“Nah, just out to lunch,” Bernie said, loving how his customer was not-so-subtly checking out his newest body, “Need any help?”
“No,” the customer said, “Just need to pick some things up for tonight – You new here? Thought Bernie said he’d be in today. Never seem to catch him. Suppose that’s what he’s got all you guys here for, eh?”
“Yeah,” said Bernie. He always found it best to play it as minimal and low-key as possible for the first day or so in a new body. After that, things started coming easy.
“Well,” the customer said, “Tell him I stopped by the next time you see him.“
“I will,” Bernie smiled, “I definitely will.”
by CAIN
There are just times when you feel you need a vacation, you know? Work gets too stressful, home life too tedious, lack of dating options, etc. Basically, my life gets pretty boring sometimes and I just want to get away.
I guess my life isn’t that bad compared to some guys my age. I’m 31, relatively fit, more fit than average I suppose but not particularly ripped or huge, gay guy but come off as straight, good job I’ve had for years, and well educated. But it seems sometimes I have way too many expectations placed on me. I’m the “smart guy” the “go to guy” the “guy who gets things done”. It can all be overwhelming to have so much expected of me on a daily basis.
So it wasn’t too long ago I fantasized about being someone totally different. First it was just a general wanting to be someone else, but over time, I got a little more specific. When I say I want to be someone totally different, I mean quite the opposite of who I am in my day to day life.
Sometimes I fantasize about being a lean effeminate twink, ripped body, tall, pretty face and blue eyes, wearing skimpy underwear and dancing the night away at some night club without a shirt on, grinding up on any guy I can find until my uncut well hung penis (hey, it’s my fantasy, of course it’ll be big and uncut) starts to get hard and leak precum through my undies and onto some dudes jeans. I would barely be old enough to drink, but could get any guy in the club merely with my sexy body and moves.
But then at other times, especially when I go to the meathead gym, I see the guys almost half my age and huge as bulls, thick necks, backwards cap, cut off workout shirts stretched tight across their huge chests, and faces that seem to lack all intellect. When I hear them talk to their equally large buddies, it becomes apparent that they rarely have any intelligence beyond knowing how to lift and get huge. “Yeah dude, you totally rocked your bi’s. Fuck, you’re getting huge bro!” I see them, barely old enough to drink, and bigger than I could get in my life without a lot of “special” help in the form of injectable drugs.
Well, after a time, my fantasies became stronger and stronger. As my life got more dull, routine, and boring, the stronger my fantasies got until I couldn’t help but think about it every time I saw one of these guys at the gym. I wanted it so badly, I wanted to be tall, buff, and dumb, even for a short while, just to get out of my life for a little bit, just to get away and have a vacation of sorts.
One day, I’m sitting there on the bench, taking a break from doing dumbbell bench presses, and I look over and see one of these guys there. He looks to be early 20s, at least 6’2”, huge arms with veins popping out of his black cut off shirt, backwards ball cap, thick neck, looked to be mixed, and a cool tribal tattoo on his huge right calf. I looked over at him as he’s doing arm curls, I see the huge peak popping out as he squeezes out rep after rep and I imagine myself in that body. I can feel the blood flowing into my massive arms, I can feel the veins sticking out against my lean skin, and I can feel the heat from my huge appendages as I complete another 5 reps.
I open my eyes, and suddenly I find myself looking through his eyes. I look over to where I was before and I’m still sitting there, taking a break. Suddenly my old eyes open and my old body reaches down to do another set of dumbbell presses. It’s like nothing happened at all. It’s kind of erotic to see my body working out from another perspective, it actually does look kinda big from here, not as big as the body I find myself, but I can tell my pecs are starting to gain some size, and the way the veins pop out near my shoulders is kinda hot. I find myself actually getting turned on by looking at my old body in my cut off USAF shirt and ball cap. Well in any event, I’ve seen this kid around, never had the chance to talk to him, but I know his routine well enough to know that he does a few more arm exercises and then wraps up for the day. So I decide to go about the rest of his routine and see where this takes me.
A half hour later, I’m feeling pretty pumped and my old body has already gone back to the office, at least I hope he has, last thing I need is to lose my job over my little “vacation”. Or for that matter, I need to figure out what this kid does with his life, hoping that my little jaunt in his muscular body isn’t too long. I concentrate for a bit, hoping to find some clue in my memories. Little flashes come into my head, short term memories first, like which locker is mine, and the combination. Which car is mine in the lot. So I head to the locker room, grab my gym bag and toss on my hoodie, a baggy gray one with a local university logo on it. I grab my car keys out of the bag and remember I’m driving a blue Ford trunk in the lot, to the side over by the trees. I make my way out the door, “See you later Jeff!” one of the trainers, another big young guy, calls after me. So I’m a Jeff now? Hmm, decent name I guess.
I open my truck, toss my bag on the passenger seat, and decide to take a few minutes to get acquainted with myself since I don’t have another class for an hour. Sports conditioning, yeah, I’m getting a degree to be an athletic trainer apparently, and I work a few nights a week at my gym as a personal trainer too for a little extra money.
(I’ve found from several of my vacations that guys like this typically do a little training on the side and tend to do relatively simple jobs. I’ve been a mechanic, a warehouse worker, a stocker at the grocery store, a server at a local restaurant, and one interesting stint as an escort… But those are all stories for another time)
Jeff here was the “smartest” of the bodies I’ve vacationed in, I guess he’d have to be to get into the university he goes to, even if it’s a relatively easy major. Anyway, I took some time to explore my body in more detail, since no one was around me in the lot, I was able to pull my shorts down and see I was wearing some tight Under Armor trunks, black ones with red writing on them. While I was definitely already turned on by my experience, I could tell my new tool was a good size larger than my own, and I wasn’t disappointed. While it wasn’t quite as long as I expected, and I was also cut just like my old body, it was pretty thick, and when it grew to full size, it was the size of a beer can easily, if not bigger. I started to jack it a little as my truck warmed up, and it easily lubed up with copious amounts of pre, I was astounded! Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I see two middle aged women walking my direction, they were headed to the little Subaru parked next to my truck. Shit! Well, guess I’ll have to explore more later, hopefully I get a chance to later… So I quickly whip my trunks and shorts back up, wipe my hands on the center console, and put the truck into gear and drive off toward my dorm.
A short while later, I open the door to a small dorm room, the table is covered with empty beer cans, and I can see all sort of protein powders and supplements on top of the old fridge in the small kitchen. There’s a little desk and computer off to one side, and I see another equally large dude sitting on the couch with a girl… My roommate I guess. Fuck, he was even huger, and even dumber looking. Now THIS was the kinda dude I wish I could be!
“Yo Jeff! Sick looking guns bro! Looking pumped. What you up to now? Oh shit, this is Janice. Janice, this is my roommate Jeff, he’s cool, even if he’s a scrawny dude.” He said and laughed. I remembered his name is Tony, “Fuck you Tony, at least I’m passing my classes you retard!” then I laughed. “Yeah, well that’s only cuz you actually spend time on your homework shit, I don’t have time for that when I have to pump these pythons!” He said, and flexed seductively for Janice. She just rolled her eyes and stuck out her hand, “Nice to meet you Jeff, sorry your roommate is a jerk, but hey, he’s my jerk.” I shook her hand and smiled and thought, yeah, that’s what you think Janice, he’ll just dump you after he fucks you tonight and be on to the next one.
“Well bro, I’m gonna catch a shower and get to class, I’ll see you there.” Apparently he was in the same major as me, and a lot of the same classes. I kinda kept tabs on him making sure he actually showed up and paid at least a little bit of attention.
I grab a tight green shirt and Levi jeans from my room, some Timberland boots, socks, and clean Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I strip down to nothing and turn on the shower. I stare at myself as the water heats up. This body is pretty damn nice. My cock has deflated, but even now, it looks pretty thick. I didn’t notice before, but apparently Jeff shaves his balls and trims his bush, so the cock looks a little bigger than it might hidden by a bunch of hair. My stomach isn’t as ripped as I expected, you can see a six pack if I flex it, but when I relax, it disappears and sticks out a bit… Like a small roid gut. The arms are still pretty pumped from my workout and I rub my larger hands over them, then my massive quads, and feel the tattoo on my calves and the other one on my right pec. I never had tattoos, but they do look kinda cool. The one on my pec looks like a dragon ripping its way out of my chest, and like I said before, the one around the calf is a basic tribal thing. My shoulders are like cannon balls and my traps are so huge leading up to my thick neck. I notice my eyes are green and I have a small mole near my nose, nothing hideous, but about the size of a small bead.
The water is finally hot enough, and I decide to hop in the shower and get this body clean. I start at the head, make my way down to the legs, and then as the icing on the cake, I take my hardened cock in my hands, thrilled I have to use both hands on it, and start to go to town. I switch off one handed to rub my pecs and arms. I had to have been going a good five minutes until I hear a pounding on the door “Jeff, quit jacking off your baby cock, we need to get to class dude!” Fuck! I was so close, I want to orgasm so badly in this body, but Tony is right, I have 15 minutes to get to class now, so I better get going or I’ll be late. “Fuck Tony! Shit, I was so close man, what the hell is wrong with you!” “Yeah whatever putz, get your ass moving, you have to hold my hand to class buddy.” Is he serious? Is he really that dumb? “Fuck off Tony, I’ll be done in 2 minutes, go away!”
I turn the shower off, grab the towel and dry off quickly and start to put my clothes on. I style up my hair into some short spikes, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror again. Fuck I clean up nice! I smile at myself and then I feel a buzzing in my head. I grab my head and close my eyes. I squat down as the buzzing becomes painful. Then the buzzing dissipates and I open my eyes and find I’m sitting at my desk in my office, in the middle of another boring conference call. Thankfully one I don’t have to pay too much attention to. I take a look at my outbox and see that while Jeff was me, everything seems to have gone as normal. My gym bag is in the corner, and I’m in my office clothes.
I was simultaneously astounded by the experience I just had and depressed that it lasted so shortly. But then I got to thinking, maybe it wasn’t a one shot deal? As I heard the call leader drone on about some new product and the numbers to support it, I closed my eyes again and pictured Tony heading to class with Jeff. I concentrated hard, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the backside of Jeff as we were heading out the door to class.
I looked down at my arms in my tight green American Eagle shirt, and felt the massive python in my pants as I thought about Janice and tonight after class and the gym. I couldn’t think about much else beyond that. “Yo, dumbass” Jeff said to me, “Let’s get going, we’re gonna be late dude. You can day dream about fucking your latest chick when we’re in class.” My brain felt slow, and Jeff was right, I couldn’t really think about anything else but Janice, and working out, and fucking in general, I had to admit, I couldn’t think about much else, and I felt the hard lump in my pants easily as thick as Jeff’s but a couple of inches longer. Yeah, this was going to be a good vacation!
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I never pick up hitchhikers but he looked a little younger than I was and possibly in college, maybe he was ditched after a party and couldn't get home. I didn't know why i was so fascinated with this kid. I walked over and said "hey man, I can take you to Reno I am going back near UNR where my condo is." He jumped up and hugged me. "Dude I appreciate it so much I was worried I wouldn't find anyone to take me home and I have class tomorrow." he said grabbing his things and reached his hand out and said "I'm Trevor." I shook his hand said James. I had always struggled to find true love, in fact I had struggled to find love at all. At the age of 30 I had just about given up on finding anyone to spend the rest of my life with. I had had a long term relationship of around 8 years plus plenty of girlfriends and even boyfriends. I had now adopted the attitude of, “been there done that.”
That was until I found a new web site that allowed me to create the perfect “Virtual” partner. It allowed me to choose the basic shape of a person and adapt their physical and mental attributes to suit my needs. I suppose it was some kind of weird science project because I was allowed to use scanned images to create perfect bodies. At first I was scanning in long luscious silky smooth legs and big boobs.
But I soon realised that it was not the women that were turning me on. I searched my archive of photos and began to select favourite parts of my friend’s bodies. I scanned in Alex’s feet, Jamie’s legs. Ryan’s torso, Alan’s arms and Tim’s hands. I left the face and intimate areas until I knew who to pick. The face couldn’t be someone I knew, and I wanted to make sure I had the right sized dick. Googling a few images to find perfection. It didn’t really matter though, nothing was final.
I found what I considered to be perfect and hit the create button. Sure enough the program did exactly what it said it would and merged all of the scanned body part images together. I did a few more tweaks… Technology had also advanced over recent years and it allowed me to install holographic projectors throughout my home the Virtual partner allowed me to project my perfect partner anywhere I wished.
I had begun to desire him more and more. During every waking hour we talked, chatted and had fun together. He was perfect to me in every way. I had given him the name of Anthony and called him Ant for short. He even slept in my bed. But that’s all he did do, sleep.
Since he wasn’t real, I couldn’t feel him or touch him. He had no smell and we couldn’t enjoy meals together. There just wasn’t enough. He wasn’t real. I couldn’t introduce him to my friends or family, he couldn’t leave my house. That was no life for him or me really.
There was the odd erotic occasion where he would project himself around me, giving me a temporary false identity that was horny when he did that, but again, it was still me that was in control with him just mirroring what I did.
I longed for more – much, much more. I wanted it, I needed him. I wished there was a way to make him real. For him to become my boyfriend and find true happiness, love each other forever and get married. That was my ultimate aim and it became my dream. I am a firm believer that dreams come true.
Valentines day was fast approaching. I knew what I was going to get for Ant. I had seen it days earlier and today was my day off. I had seen an ancient ornament in the window of one of the weird shops in one of the back alleys in town. It was a cupid. Since I had created him, I knew he would love it.
On valentines day, he woke me up with a kiss. I reached under the bed and got out the massive ornament. At that moment as I handed it to him, I forgot he couldn’t hold it. It fell on to the bed. However as I handed it to him, and it dropped through his hands; I made a wish.
“I wish you were real”
At the same moment, a tear seemed to form on Ant’s eye. He made a wish too.
“I wish I was real”
At that moment, the cupid ornament seemed to wake up. A bright white light shone from its eyes and into our eyes. Ant’s body began to glow with the same white light. He slumped down on to the bed with what I can only assume was exhaustion.
I reached to shake him and check he was ok. To my amazement he was more than ok. He was alive. He had become real like in my dreams and our wishes. The cupid had some amazing powers.
Finally, we got to do all of the things we had practised so many times to full enjoyment… He loved me, he truly loved me and i loved him even more.
by Erick S.
I lightly ran a finger along my torso, feeling my muscles contract and reconfigure themselves underneath skin that was tightening with youth. My body was glistening. I turned to see Geoff watching me from the doorway.
“Now we match,” he said.
“I haven’t felt like this in years,” I said. My voice was liquid smooth.
“You haven’t looked like this in years, either,” he grinned.
Even when I was this young before, it wasn’t like this. Somehow, now I had the body of a young, athletic model. Lean and tight. Toned in all of the right places. I hadn’t even seen my face yet. I ran my tongue along my teeth. I brought a hand up and felt my cheek.
“I didn’t believe you,” I said to Geoff.
“Do you believe me now?” he laughed.
It had been one thing when this young kid showed up at my door, claiming to be Geoff. I wondered what sort of practical joke I was being set up for. But then he started talking about things that only Geoff and I knew about. Things that had happened many, many years ago when we’d first met in college. See, things were different back then. Geoff and I had feelings for each other, but we could never have pursued them. It wasn’t until we were both old and gray when we finally met again. The feelings were still there, even after all that time.
The longer this kid sat in my living room, the more I saw Geoff in him. There were certain mannerisms, and something in the tone of his voice. And yet, I couldn’t make myself believe the story he was telling me. A “youth potion” couldn’t possibly exist, could it? It couldn’t be that easy.
“Will you at least try it?” he
begged me, “What harm could it do?”
It could do plenty of harm, I thought. Who knew what was in that bottle that this random kid who showed up at my door was asking me to drink? But there I was, bringing the bottle to my lips.
I can’t explain the warmth that filled me after that. It was like I could feel the years slowly melting away and lifting off of me. It felt like I was glowing. I wanted to watch it happening. I felt Geoff help get my shirt off. I didn’t have a belly any more! I laughed deliriously. As the transformation started to slow, I was able to stand myself up. I felt unsure on my new legs and supported myself on the wall. I stayed there for a moment, examining the details of a body that I seemed to be inhabiting, but was completely foreign to me.
“I believe you,” I said as I caught my breath and my heart rate returned to normal. Even the blood coursing through my veins felt new.
“There’s no one in the world I would rather have shared this with,” Geoff said, coming up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I gave him a kiss. The sensation on my new lips was electrifying.
“Now we can really do it,” I told him.
“Do what?” he said with a beautiful smile.
“Spend our lives together,” I kissed him again.
Even though we were both young again, looking at each other through different eyes, and seeing different faces, the love we had for each other was still there. Just like it had been for all of those years before. But now, it felt like we had all the time in the world.
