Rivals Inside

Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Rivals Inside (Versión Español)

Mi nombre es Max. Me considero un deportista nato, siempre he destacado en cualquier disciplina física como el fútbol, el baloncesto o el boxeo.

Me considero alguien agradable y extrovertido, tal vez muy fuera del estereotipo del deportista engreído. Yo siempre trato bien a todos sin distinción, a menos que se trate de Samuel...

Samuel es un compañero de mi escuela, el chico "fashionista" del campus. Antes éramos mejores amigos, por mucho tiempo lo fuimos... Al menos hasta la preparatoria cuando él creyó que yo era muy poco "genial" para su vibra de estilo y necesitaba más amigos acorde a ella.

Sin duda me destrozó. Pero a partir de ese momento, una enemistad entre ambos surgió, en cualquier disciplina en la que ambos concursaramos, siempre teníamos un sólo objetivo: vencer al otro.

No importaban los demás, lo único importante era hacer que Samuel mordiera el polvo. Era divertido por un rato, hasta que recordaba lo mucho que extrañaba su amistad...

Hoy habría un concierto, además de ser uno de los mejores deportistas de mi universidad, también amaba la música electrónica. Había ahorrado cada centavo que tenía para comprar un boleto, y finalmente sería hoy.

Había escogido usar un croptop con un pantalón rojo ajustado y unos lentes oscuros, me gustaba cómo se me veían mis brazos.

Está mañana hubiera sido genial sin duda, si Samuel no la hubiera arruinado. Ahí estaba con un traje de vaquero "a la moda", pavoneandose. ¿Por qué estaba aquí? ¡Ni siquiera le gustaba la música electrónica! Trate de no ponerle atención, hasta que él me notó.

— Wow, ¿los gorilas sin cerebro también escuchan música?

— ¿Qué quieres, Samuel?

— Nada, sólo me es divertido ver tu cara molesta – dijo con un aire cargado de simple maldad. Rodé los ojos, apretando los puños.

En serio extrañaba a mi amigo, antes que se convirtiera en... esto.

— Hasta luego, Samuel. Disfruta el concierto.

Murmuré entre dientes para alejarme.

El resto del festival estuvo bien, apenas estaba iniciando pero al menos no me tope a Samuel en todo el día. Sólo un par de chicos actuando de forma extraña... mirando sus cuerpos cómo por primera vez, pero nada más que eso. Al caer la noche, simplemente fue genial, los escenarios se iluminaron, la música retumbaba, me sentía genial bailando al ritmo y sólo sintiendo el ambiente.

Hasta que empecé a sentir cierto mareo extraño... Traté de no darle importancia, pero entonces sentí una fuerte punzada en la cabeza. Todo a mi alrededor parecía desvanecerse lentamente, en un profundo negro, las voces y la música se escuchaban lejos hasta perderse.

Estaba por entrar en pánico al notar el negro y el silencio total, hasta que de golpe, fue como si me lanzarán de golpe contra la luz.

Inhale con todas mis fuerzas, voltee a mi alrededor, confundido y casi temblando.

— Cielos, Sam. ¿Estás bien?

Una chica de cabello rubio y coletas me preguntó asustada. Sabía quien era, su nombre era Astrid, una de las mejores amigas de Sam, la observé confundido.

— ¿Sam?...

Murmuré.

Fue entonces que noté mi voz, ya no era mi voz grave, sino un tono más dulce. Bajé la mirada, encontrándome con una complexión muy distinta a la mía, tenía músculos, sólo que muy esbeltos, de estética, no de fuerza; mi ropa era distinta, ahora traía un traje negro, sin mangas y con un paleacate, sentía algo amarrado a mi brazo y un sombrero en la cabeza... Justo cómo estaba Samuel.

Mi corazón latía rápido.

— Sí, Sam. Tú, ¿te sientes bien?

— S-sí. Todo bien, no pasa nada.

— Okey, raro... Iré por unas bebidas, ¿Quieres algo?

— No, estoy bien, gracias...

Sólo me dio una mirada extraña para darse la vuelta y desaparecer en la multitud. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo por encima de la ropa, sintiendo mis nuevos pectorales, mis brazos... Cielos, ¿ese era mi nuevo aroma?

No me mal interpretes, Samuel tiene un cuerpo atractivo, pero no era mi cuerpo. Así que me sentía poco familiarizado a el.

Nuestras alturas eran distintas, pesos, complexiones, hasta el tono de piel. Todo era distinto, me sentía pequeño. Era como volver a aprender a caminar.

Estaba a punto de explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, pero pensé que sería demasiado extraño empezar a tocarme enfrente de todos; así que decidí ir a un baño portátil para ello.

Observé mi nuevo reflejo por un buen rato, aun estupefacto. Sentí sus pómulos, la textura de su piel, era muy suave... supongo que por todos los productos dermatlógicos que él usaba, sus mechones rubios cayendo sobre mi frente... Cielos.

Debo de admitir que su cuerpo es lindo, me gusta cómo se ve la ropa en mi nuevo yo. Flexione mis brazos, haciendo saltar el decente bíceps que ahora tenía. Levanté un poco mi axila, oliendome.

El aroma de Samuel era muy distinto al mío, olía más a su colonia qué a su hedor, no me desagradaba, sólo... era distinto a lo fuerte que era mi aroma.

Sonreí ligeramente. Podía ser que Samuel fuera el tipo que más odiaba en la faz de la tierra, pero podía disfrutar esto. Saqué mi teléfono, tomando una foto con la cara tonta.

Después salí del baño para empezar a avanzar entre la gente, esto tampoco arruinaría que disfrutará del concierto.

Volví a empezar a bailar, sólo escuchando la música y sintiendo el ritmo por mis venas.

Aunque me sentía pequeño, sin duda empezaba a notar que estar en el cuerpo de Sam comenzaba a atraer la atención de ciertas personas... o para especificarlo mejor: hombres. Algunos chicos comenzaron a acercarse y tratar de coquetearme, me gustaba la sensación de atención que estaba recibiendo en este cuerpo.

En mi antiguo yo, también recibía coqueteos, pero a veces se esperaba que yo diera siempre el primer paso, aquí en cambio... me sentía... cómo una especie de artículo en un escaparate, viendo como todos deseaban tenerme.

Flexione casualmente mis brazos, aún bailando. Empecé a pensar que sería buen momento de regresar con Astrid porque seguro estaría preocupada, cuándo lo vi:

Un chico estaba bailando al centro de la pista, flexionaba sus músculos, hinchando sus bíceps y sacando su amplio pecho, de vez en cuando sacaba la lengua en expresión tonta y sonreía. Juraba que lo vi soltar un poco de saliva mientras se flexionaba y olía sus axilas para lamerlas. ¡Carajo, ese era mi cuerpo!

Avance furioso entre la multitud, tenía al menos a unos quince chicos reunidos alrededor de él, en círculo, mirándolo cómo tontos.

De inmediato lo empuje desde el pecho, lo que lo asustó en un inicio pero en cuanto me vio, sonrió egocéntrico.

— Hola, Sam. ¿Cómo estás? – murmuró con superioridad.

Rayos... incluso tenía que voltear hacía arriba para encontrar su mirada.

— ¿Qué carajo crees que haces, Sam?

— Nah, no te confundas, bro. Yo soy Max, tú eres Sam – todo esté caos terminó por disipar al público que estaba teniendo mi viejo cuerpo, así que sólo quedamos los dos. Sam se cruzó de brazos, hinchando los mismos y sacando más el pecho – Y sólo estoy disfrutando de mí mismo, ya sabes... Disfrutando de ser un deportista apestoso sin cerebro.

Volvió a flexionar sus brazos, sonriente. Hizo una mueca boba, rodó sus ojos en blanco y dejó caer un poco de saliva antes de soltar una risa burlona.

— ¡Deja de actuar así, es mi cuerpo! – gruñí molesto.

Debió de ser totalmente ridículo ver el cuerpo de Sam actuar así.

— Y con más razón voy a actuar así.

Volví a empujarlo, aunque fue cómo golpear a una pared de concreto.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa?!

— ¡Nada! ¡Pero ve estos músculos! – volvió a flexionarse con fuerza, aunque después, metió uno de sus dedos a su axila para llenarlo de sudor y pasarlo por mi nariz – Así es cómo olemos los deportistas tontos como yo, ¿no?

Se burló. Lo que hizo que me irritara más y más.

— Sí vuelves a hacer algo, yo...

— ¿Tú qué? – murmuró seco – ¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Vas a golpearme? ¿Vas a darme un tratamiento de skin care? No me hagas reír, Sam.

Me tenía acorralado contra la pared, por mucho que me molestara admitirlo, tenía razón. Ya no tenía mis músculos, ahora sólo era una cara bonita...

— Jódete... – murmuré.

— No, tú jódete – respondió de regreso, él acortó la distancia. Se veía imponente, molesto... pensé que estaba a punto de lanzarme un golpe, pero lo que hizo fue besarme.

Abrí los ojos con asombro y cierta parte de temor, sólo sentí como mis antiguos labios se cruzaban una y otra vez con los nuevos, dude. Pero finalmente cerré los ojos para corresponder su beso, pegándome a él con suavidad.

— No sabes hace cuanto deseaba hacer eso... – mi viejo cuerpo murmuró para volver a besarme.

Rayos. ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Continuará.

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra.

Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Está será mi nueva cuenta, espero les gusten las historias que vienen próximamente. Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

———

Switch Up: Primer Nivel

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar. Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Switch Up: Primer Nivel [ Versión Español ]

Mi nombre es Ethan, voy a terminar la preparatoria en unos meses y siento que no viví esa experiencia como tenía que hacerlo. Siempre me la pase con mis dos amigos de siempre, sin ir a fiestas, ni siquiera di mi primer beso, me la pasaba en las sombras, cómo un fantasma.

Sin nada en particular para que me recordarán, un cero a la izquierda.

Muy distinto a otros tipos de mi escuela: populares, musculosos, guapos, un éxito en las fiestas. Los envidiaba.

Quería ser uno de ellos con toda mi fuerza.

Pasar más allá de ser una sombra que se confundía con la pared de los pasillos, ser como uno de esos grandes deportistas, chicos populares, incluso aquellos con pinta de "malos" que por eso parecían ser furor.

— Esto apesta – murmuré en la biblioteca, acompañado de mis amigos: Logan y Miles.

Logan era un chico regordete, con algunos granos en su rostro y aficionado a los cómics, justo en ese momento parecía absorto de todo mientras tenía la cabeza oculta dentro de un nuevo tomo de héroes.

— ¿Estar en la biblioteca? – preguntó Miles. Delgado, pálido y con unos lentes gruesos qué hacían parecer sus ojos unos binoculares, era un genio, aunque tenía un extraño siseo cada que hablaba.

— Sí, ¿qué hay de las fiestas? Es la preparatoria, tendríamos que estar haciendo otras cosas que estar recluidos en una biblioteca como ratas.

— No somos populares para esa clase de cosas – Logan musitó, apenas asomando la cabeza de su lectura.

— Además de que nadie nos nota – Miles complemeto, haciendo lo que parecían ser garabatos en su libreta.

— ¿Y eso no les frustra? ¿No quisieran tener más? Tener más experiencias, más diversión, chicos a sus pies.

Algo que se me había olvidado mencionar, los tres somos gays.

— ¿Y sirve imaginar eso?... No vas a cambiar nada con anhelar más – Logan susurró con tono pesimista.

Suspiré, sabía que tenía razón. Sólo me quede callado, con un silencio entre los tres hasta que Miles se levantó de golpe, con una sonrisa en sus labios.

— ¡Eureka! – grito con la libreta en mano, se escuchó un fuerte "Shhh" por parte de la bibliotecaria, a lo que él volvió a sentarse, pero sin borrar aquella sonrisa.

— ¿Te sientes bien? – pregunté. A lo que me interrumpió, hablando rápido por su emoción.

— Mejor que nunca, estuve sintiendo lo que describes desde hace tres años, ha sido prueba tras error, experimentos fallidos tratando de encontrar la forma de lograrlo, pero al fin lo tengo.

— ¿De qué rayos hablas?

— ¡Esto! – extendió su libreta, enseñándome el contenido en ella. Lo que antes vi cómo garabatos, ahora tenía sentido: eran planos. Había todo un esquema detallado de una especie de caja rectangular, con fórmulas, cálculos y demás símbolos que no podía entender del todo.

— ¿Una... caja?

— Es un control remoto. O al menos eso parece – detalló, señalando el esquema – es un control bio eléctrico, está diseñado para lanzar una señal doble que intercambie los pulsos neuronales entre dos individuos y-

— En español, Miles.

— Es un control que permitiría cambiar conciencias entre dos cuerpos.

Me quedé pensativo en lo que decía. Pero era imposible, ¿no? Lo que él describía parecía perfectamente algo de las películas de ciencia ficción.

— Pero aun te faltaría armarlo, diseñar las piezas, el cableado...

— No – dijo, rebusco en su mochila algo para sacar un pequeño control remoto, parecía de una cochera. Con dos botones: uno verde y otro amarillo – sólo tenía que completar unos cálculos.

A un lado, parecía tener una perilla, alrededor tenía distintos números. Miles levantó la tapa para mover un par de cables o unirlos entre sí, después la cerró y movió la perilla, en busca de una frecuencia, supongo.

— Aún así, no creo que sea algo posible, es decir... Creo en ti, amigo, sin duda eres un genio pero creo que está clase de cosas rebasan...

— Tus capacidades mentales, Miles – y de la nada, quien hablaba parecía ser Logan. Con el único detalle, de que no era Logan en realidad, sino yo.

Me encontré mirando viñetas, héroes salvando al mundo y cosas que estaba leyendo mi amigo antes.

Me sentí más pesado, pero había algo raro en todo esto también... sentía distinto el peso en mis pantalones.

Abrí un poco las piernas, sintiendo cómo algo grueso caía contra la silla. ¡Carajo, Logan si que tenía algo escondido entre sus piernas regordetas!

Levanté con temor la mirada, encontrando mi reflejo revisando sus pectorales.

Los miraba curioso, pasando sus manos por la superficie plana mientras sonreía.

— ¿Decías algo, Ethan? – Miles dijo con una sonrisa burlona en sus labios. Mire mis nuevas manos, completamente sorprendido por la experiencia. Eran muy distintas a las mías, un poco más de pigmento en ellas, más grandes y voluminosas, con dedos pequeños y gordos. Sin duda no era el mejor cuerpo pero había algo en mí que envío una carga de sangre allá abajo. Y sí que "eso" era grande.

— ¿Nos acabas de usar como conejillos de indias? – Mi antigua voz sonó, era extraño "verme" ahí, claramente era yo, mi mismo rostro, ropa, complexión, absolutamente era todo yo. Pero la posición, el lenguaje corporal, su forma de hablar... sin duda era Logan.

— Fue un riesgo que estaba dispuesto a correr por nosotros, además. Ya había calculado los peligros, no hubiera pasado nada.

— ¿Y por qué no lo probaste en ti?

— ¿Y qué mi consciencia hubiera terminado en el aire quien sabe dónde? No gracias.

Sentí un poco de molestia hacia Miles. Pero todo eso era... espectacular. Si había funcionado en nosotros, entonces todo se podía.

¡Podía ser cualquier deportista! Un representante de la clase, alguno de esos chicos artísticos o del comité de bienvenida, un profesor, algún padre sexy. ¡Quién fuera!

— ¿Y ahora?...

— Primero déjame intentar algo – Miles volvió a apuntar a cada uno de nosotros, primero a Logan, presionando el botón amarillo, y finalmente a mí, presionando en botón verde.

No sentí nada. Sólo fue de un momento a otro observarme a mí y al otro, observar a Logan. Volví a tocar mi cuerpo, sintiendo un poco más de alivio al encontrarme con mis medidas correctas. Aunque había un detalle, mi masculinidad sin duda estaba rígida, casi cómo una roca.

Observé a Logan confundido, a lo que sólo se levantó de hombros.

— Fue emocionante perder casi todo mi peso en menos de un segundo, perdón.

Hubo otra vez silencio entre nosotros. No por la incomodidad, sino por todo lo que implicaba esto.

— ¿Y ahora?...

— Ahora eligen que hacer, claro – Miles se acomodó en su asiento, casi parecía una especie de CEO proponiendo una nueva estrategia comercial – Sí seguir en sus cuerpos y en la miserable vida que llevamos, o encontrar algún cuerpo que les guste.

Hubo un poco de silencio. Y el primero en romperlo fue Logan.

— Hagamoslo.

— Genial, me alegra que ambos me acompañen en esto – una sonrisa cargada de confianza emergió de Miles – creo que ya tenemos el plan, pero ahora falta la pregunta del millón. ¿Quién?

Había al menos trescientos en toda la preparatoria, todos los grados, todos los clubes. Altos, musculosos, delgados, fornidos, de intercambio, locales, adinerados, clases medias. Era como entrar a un buffet.

— ¿Tú tienes a alguien en mente?...

— Claro. Blake Jones.

— No jodas, ¿el mejor capitán del equipo deportivo? – Logan se sorprendió excesivamente.

Aunque en parte lo entendía. Blake era bueno en casi todos los deportes, había sido el capitán de al menos 4 disciplinas distintas, rey del baile, ponía nerviosas a casi todas las chicas, maestras y mamás incluidas. Era cómo un dios caminando en la tierra, su plan se sentía cómo querer quitarle el cuerpo a Hércules.

— ¿Quién más? – Miles levantó la ceja, cómo si la pregunta fuera tonta – Lo quiero a él, quiero esa grandeza.

Hubo algo en su mirada que me heló la piel, aunque entendía el sentimiento... Miles había estado a la sombra de muchas cosas sólo por su apariencia y su forma de hablar, era claro que quería el "vehículo" perfecto para acompañar a su cerebro.

— Entonces... Yo quiero a Caleb Hawks – Logan dijo.

Miles soltó una risa.

— No inventes, es una broma, ¿no? – Pero Logan se quedó callado – ¿El tipo sin cerebro de la escuela y con el peor aroma de todos, es en serio?

Miles tenía razón, Caleb era conocido por su idiotez, su mal olor y por ser relativamente "desagradable". Había en él algo que podía ser llamativo, lo admitía, aunque no sabía bien que era ese algo.

— ¿Se puede o no? – Logan dijo serio.

— Sí, sí. Es tu decisión, tranquilo – Miles dijo. A lo que él pareció calmarse, por lo qué volvió a esconderse detrás de su cómic – ¿Y tu, Ethan? ¿Quién será tu premio?

Mi mente estaba trabajando como loca, moviéndose por todos los grados, todos los clubes tanto deportivos cómo artísticos, asociaciones estudiantiles, programas de intercambio, profesores... Era una infinita carta de opciones. Pero entonces pensé en él: Ruben Hernández.

Parte del comité de arte, buen actor, influencer y con unos atributos para morirse, a pesar de no ser parte de ningún equipo deportivo, sin duda tenía un cuerpo perfecto.

— Ruben.

— ¿El latino?

— ¿También me pondrás un pero?

— Para nada, sólo me sorprenden sus elecciones, amigos. Pensé que escogerían a capitanes y deportistas, pero respeto sus decisiones. Logan levantó la mirada, cerrando por fin el cómic.

— ¿Y cuándo empezamos?

— Fácil. Cada quién cazara lo que desea.

Entonces Miles nos extendió el control, esperando por quién lo tomara primero.

Continuará.

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Está es la primera parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste, sé que este primer episodio fue algo corto, pero los que siguen sin duda serán más largos para seguir toda la aventura de Ethan y sus amigos.

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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6 months ago

A Neighbor With An Alien Secret

"When are you going to finish the report? It's taking foreveeeer. His wife and kids will be back soon from church!" I complain to Matthew, my hot, muscular neighbor who is focused on writing the monthly report for his kind.

I’m lying on Matt’s bed, bored as I waited for him. Earlier this morning, as soon as I saw Matt’s wife leaving with their kids for church, I didn’t waste a moment—I knocked on Matt’s door and walked right in.

"Be patient, I'm almost done. I need to put in the report every tiny detail about my experience of living as Matt for the past month. This is very important, you know that." He says while still writing.

I stand up and walk towards him. I am completely naked—there's no need to wear clothes around Matt anymore. Standing behind him, I start to gently massage his large, broad shoulders.

"You're not going to tell them about me right?" I ask teasingly, running my hands down to his huge pecs and squeezing them. My fingers quickly find his nipples, and I play with them, making Matt stop typing and let out a deep, baritone moan.

"Of course not. If they find out, they will exterminate both of us. You for knowing too much, and me for letting a human know about our kind."

I look at the small hole at the top of Matt's shaved head, it is no larger than the diameter of a pencil. I then kiss Matt's neck and whisper in his ear to stand up. He obeys and looks at me, confused. Taking his place on the chair, I spread my legs, displaying my hard throbbing cock, and smirk at him. "C'mon, sit on my cock. This way I get to fuck you while you still finish your dumb report."

A grin forms on Matt's lips, and he slowly pulls down his yellow shorts, his thick and soft cock is now hanging between his legs, but that's not why I came here.

He turns around and slowly sits down on my cock, his muscular ass swallows my cock until I am fully inside of him. We both let out a loud, shared moan.

"Unghh... ahhh... Fuck, it feels so good. I don't understand why Matt never used his ass to feel pleasure before." Matt says as he presses his ass against my crotch, careful not to crush me under his weight.

"Matt was the straightest guy I've ever known, he would rather be dead than to be fucked by another man. Gladly, you know how to use his muscles better than him, especially the muscles in his ass," I gave his ass a hard slap and he started bouncing harder. He fucked himself on my cock as his manly hands typed on the keyboard at an inhumane pace.

"Can you read the report to me, please? I'm curious to know what you wrote about Matt," I ask between moans. Matt obeys and starts reading his report.

"Host integration has been highly successful. The capsule was inserted in the vessel's brain and I'm now fully in control of Matthew Grayson, a 32-year-old human male residing in suburban North America. Grayson’s wife, Emily, and their two children remain unaware of the takeover. No one knows that the real Matthew is gone and that his body is just a lifeless meat puppet controlled by an extraterrestrial creature. As per protocol, I've been studying his daily routines, habits, and interpersonal relationships..."

As he continued reading the report, my mind went back to when everything started a month ago.

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Matt was your typical douchbag of a neighbor, he was a religious alpha male with a wife and four kids, and with very conservative beliefs. So of course he hated having me—a gay guy—as his neighbor, and he would be proud to always let me know that. He would give me intimidating looks whenever he saw me looking toward him, or exaggerated whispers to his wife as I passed by, Matt had made it his personal mission to remind me that I didn’t belong there.

One day, after coming back from church, Matt went to his porch to smoke since his wife wouldn't allow him to smoke inside the house.

I was carefully watching him smoke from my window, trying my best to keep myself unnoticed, the last thing I wanted was for him to find out I liked to spy on him from my window. He looked so good with his broad, muscular build accentuated by the snug fit of his vintage-style shirt and tight brown pants. His huge, bulging arms flexed as he lit the cigar. I loved the way his tailored trousers hugged his thick thighs and firm ass.

You know a man is a real alpha when they act like one even when they don't know they're being watched.

His confident posture exuded a raw masculinity that made it impossible not to feel intimidated. Every detail, from the way he held the lighter to the casual way he took his first puff, made him look effortlessly commanding. I started wondering how hot it would be to watch him use those strong arms to jerk off, how it must feel to fuck him, to have him moaning like a slut... I was brought back to reality when I saw a small object hovering over Matt.

It was a UFO!

Was I really back to reality or was I still fantasizing? I asked myself in disbelief. Matt was too busy smoking to notice the small spaceship hovering over him. I thought about opening the window and warning him, but something stopped me; why should I? I asked myself and couldn't find any reason. So I decided to just see what happened next.

Suddenly a ray of light shot out from under the UFO and pierced straight into Matt’s head. He immediately froze and I saw something small inside the light traveling down from the ship to Matt's head, it was small and fast like a bullet. The light then vanished as quickly as it appeared and the small spaceship flew away, disappearing into the sky.

I had no idea what I had witnessed, but I knew it did something to Matt, because the cigar fell from his mouth, his muscular arms dropped limply to his side and his head dropped forward right after. He just stood there like he fell asleep while standing.

And was that smoke coming out of his head? I had so many questions.

Suddenly, Matt stirred awake, his head moved with a stiff, mechanical precision as he scanned his surroundings. Then, his eyes locked onto mine. Panic shot through me, and I ducked beneath the window.

Damn it, he saw me! I thought, my heart started pounding, I knew I was in danger. A few minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door, actually, knocking was a kind word, he was practically pounding on it. When I opened it, Matt forced himself inside and closed the door behind him, he roughly pinned me against the wall with only one hand on my neck.

"So you were spying on me? What did you saw you fucker?" He asked with a calm, yet Intimidating voice. His grip tightened, and as he pressed me against the wall, I was able to see the top of Matt's head, there was a small fresh hole in it.

"I know you're not Matt anymore. I won't tell anyone! I promise!" I managed to say.

Matt's expression softened, and he loosened his grip, allowing me to fall to the floor. He stood over me, gazing down with a contemplative expression. "The protocol says I should exterminate you."

I gulped and looked at him with scared eyes. Waiting and hoping there was going to be a "but" soon.

"But I won't do that."

I sighed in relief. Matt then grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me back on my feet.

He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and started to unzip my pants. "I'm willing to buy your silence," the alien said in Matt's deep voice, "I've been studying Matt for the past month, and as I observed and learned everything about him, I also had to learn about everyone in Matt's life, and that includes you. I've been watching from afar how bad Matt treated you for the sole fact of you being a same-sex attracted human," he then took out my hard cock and started to stroke it. Feeling Matt's calloused manly hand wrapping around my shaft felt like heaven. "Since when I chose Matthew as my vessel, I had to learn his personality, his habits and behavior, I had to learn his homophobic beliefs... it just didn't feel right, I didn't want to replicate his bad behavior, but I was ordered by my superiors to mimic the vessel's every personality trait down to the core, so I would have to keep doing to you what Matthew always did. Today was finally the day of the takeover, to make him my vessel," he then looked up at me and chuckled, "But I didn’t expect you to be spying on Matt from your window, though I'm not surprised you did, it makes sense why a gay human like you would feel attracted to a body like this," He double flexed his biceps in a cocky manner, "This changes everything now. I know you want to feel Matthew's mouth wrapped around your cock, to see him submit to you. You can have all that right now, all you have to do is keep your mouth shut."

The sight of Matthew—my once-arrogant, homophobic neighbor—kneeling before me and stroking me, was surreal. He didn't give me time to answer, his strong hands grasped me firmly, and his lips parted as he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. The first touch of his warm, wet mouth made my legs tremble, and I had to steady myself against the wall.

But I don't know if it was because it was Matt's first time sucking cock, or the alien just had no idea of what he was doing, but the blowjob was far from enjoyable.

Matt took my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me. Noticing my face, he said, "Sorry, I don't know how to give a proper blowjob. I still haven't learned this human practice. I thought that with Matt as my vessel, there was no use learning about that."

"It's fine, you can just use Matt's tongue."

"I have an idea. Put the tip of your index finger in Matt's hole."

"Matt's hole? You mean his asshole?"

"No, I mean the entrance hole in his head," Matt said, pointing at it.

I looked apprehensive, but I did what I was told and inserted the tip of my finger in the head hole.

"Now think of blowjobs, like all the blowjobs you've ever done or watched."

I did what he told me and started to think of every blowjob that I'd done, as well as the ones I've watched. Matt's eyes immediately rolled back and his head moved, taking my cock back in his mouth. The tip of my finger was still inside the hole.

The alien now clearly knew what he was doing, guiding Matt’s head with expert precision. His tongue flicked and swirled, drawing shaky breaths from me as he worked like an expert. It was like I was controlling his tongue with my thoughts.

As he took me deeper, his once-mocking eyes now rolled back like he was feeling pleasure, but I knew that was not the real reason. I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me, my hands grabbed his shaved head, “Fuck... Matt, you're such a good cocksucker! You're doing exactly how It's in my head! Mmmhhfh... It's like I'm controlling you!”

Matt responded with a muffled hum, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His hands gripped my ass firmly, keeping me steady as he worked me relentlessly, his mouth was so hot and eager. With my free hand, I grabbed the back of Matt's head and I started to face fuck him real hard, and as I reached my peak, I buried his face in my crotch and came down his throat. "Mmhh... ohh... y-yes... This is what... Unghh... you deserve you asshole!" I moaned.

My finger finally unplugged the hole, and his eyes went back to normal. Matt then pulled back slowly, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.

"I gave you momentary access to Matt's brain, I turned off his brain and connected his body to your brain instead. So, do we have a deal?"

"Your secret is safe with me, as long as you let me enjoy Matt's body."

Matt snickered, "Good, humans are so easy."

The next morning, I looked out of my window and saw Matt smoking on his porch like he always did. This time he was shirtless and wearing a cap to hide the hole in his head.

"Good morning, Matt," I said out loud. I wasn't afraid of him seeing me anymore.

Matt looked at my direction and exhaled a puff of smoke. Gosh, the alien really did a good job at impersonating Matt's cocky mannerisms. With the cigar still in his mouth, Matt unzipped his pants and took out his huge, long cock. As he held the cigar with his left hand, he stroked his shaft with the other.

I was also jerking off behind the window, watching my hot muscular straight neighbor jerking off his massive cock all for me to enjoy.

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Matt is still fucking himself on my cock, having just sent the report to his superiors, he was now completely focused on the task at hand, or better, on the ass, “Get on all fours on the bed,” I finally tell him.

He obeys immediately, standing up and getting on all fours on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times before. His ass is right there, big, muscular, and begging for attention under those tight yellow shorts. He then tilts his head back, exposing the hole in his head.

“Please, I need you to use me like your slut, sir! Plug my headhole with your finger, and my asshole with your cock!"

I almost laugh at how far this guy has fallen. Who am I to say no? I climb up behind him, sliding my hands over his thick hips, those shorts barely containing his ass. One tug, and they’re gone. I insert myself back inside him, making Matt moan in pleasure. He starts moving his ass back and forth, but I stop him with a hard slap, making him whimper. "Stop moving, that's not how I like It!" I grunt.

"Sorry, sir!"

With a wide grin, I insert the tip of my finger in his head hole, when I'm sure we're connected, I start to think of all the gay bottoms that I've watched before, how they acted and performed in those videos. For a long time I've watched those videos fantasizing about Matt being in their place, and now I have the opportunity to live my fantasies.

Matt's eyes roll back as images of gay men being fucked like sluts invade his mind. Moments later, Matt is fucking himself with passion, mimicking my horny thoughts.

"Moan for me, Matt!" I say, thrusting into him harder. He moans so loudly that I almost worry about the neighbors, but then I remember—my only homophobic neighbor is now nothing more than an alien-controlled puppet. There's nothing to worry about.

I sent a thought for him to release as soon as I came inside him. I couldn't ask for a better neighbor.

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perlita-2003

2 months ago

Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan (Versión Español)

— ¿Y qué se supone que hagamos? – murmuré con Miles caminando a mi lado, pero él sólo tenía una sonrisa en sus labios, enorme y con los ojos abiertos.

— ¡Esto es perfecto! ¡Es la invención del siglo! ¡Esto supera casi a la electricidad! – Miles estaba absorto en sus pensamientos, con aquella sonrisita sin siquiera poner atención a su entorno. Bufé molesto, avanzando aún a su lado por los pasillos.

— ¿Tienes alguna idea de dónde encontrar a Blake?

— ¡Steve Jobs estará retorciéndose en su tumba!

Entrecerre los ojos, notando que claramente no me iba a poner atención.

Por lo qué tome un pasillo a la derecha, no estaba seguro si Ruben estaría ahí, pero casi siempre lo estaba. ¿Qué había que perder?

Miles seguía parloteando a cada paso que dábamos, hasta terminar llegando al auditorio.

Un espacio un tanto oscuro, grande, el escenario al frente con una luz tenue que lo iluminaba, las butacas al frente. Al parecer no había nadie, estábamos por darnos la vuelta cuando escuché algo detrás del telón.

— ¿No crees que nos metamos en problemas? – una voz familiar pero que no lograba reconocer sonó.

— Estamos ensayando, ¿Cuál sería el problema?

Y ahí estaba. La voz de Ruben, reconocí perfectamente el acento.

Verás... Yo había estado enamorado de ese chico desde que entramos a la preparatoria, él era nuevo. Recién llegado de intercambio, con su sonrisa y su piel morena.

Apenas intercambiabamos palabras en primer año, él solía ser casi un misterio, hablaba poco pero tenía un encanto peculiar. "Llama Latina" empezaron a decir por los pasillos; y cuándo entró al taller de teatro, fue cuando se volvió popular.

El teatro pareció darle una confianza desmedida, lejos quedó aquel chico que poco hablaba y pareció ser suplantado por otro que se llenaba de amigos, se alimentaba casi de que las chicas (y algunos chicos) babearan por él mientras interpretaba a Romeo o una mierda teatral.

Y quedó aún más lejos de mi alcance de lo que ya estaba. Jamás he sabido si es gay, nunca ha tenido novia pero tal vez no está interesado en ello; ha habido miles de rumores de chicas que coquetearon con él y recibieron uno que otro beso, cita o incluso regalo, pero nada que se pueda confirmar.

Del telón emergió él. Con una especie de atuendo vaquero, no sabía que obras estaban por estrenarse este mes, pero la forma en la que la camisola se aferraba a su pecho y sus brazos era todo un deleite.

— ¿Por qué venimos primero por él? – Miles murmuró con molestia.

— Porque no dejabas de alabarte a ti mismo, guarda silencio.

Sólo soltó un bufido antes de quedarse quieto entre las sombras. Continúe observando con atención lo que pasaba, del telón surgió otra figura: Alan.

Miembro del club de teatro también, tal vez no tan destacado cómo era Ruben aunque tenía su encanto...

La vibra de motociclista sin duda le ayudaba bastante.

Alan se colocó frente al moreno para acomodar ligeramente su traje.

— Aún así estamos ocupando el teatro sin preguntar.

— No seas llorón, la maestra Rivera se accidentó y se ausentará dos semanas, justo lo que tenemos para ensayar antes de la obra. Me da confianza usar el escenario.

— Pff... Cómo quieras, Hernández.

Alan estaba a su lado en el escenario, repasaban líneas mientras Ruben se movía y el contrario lo checaba con guión en mano.

— Si planeas hacer algo, es momento de hacerlo – Miles murmuró. Ambos empezamos a bajar entre las butacas a paso lento, el corazón me latía a mil por segundo.

— ¿Y cuál es el plan? Son dos.

— Nosotros también

— No te ofendas pero no creo que puedas contra la fuerza de Alan y la ayuda de mi cuerpo.

Miles entrecerró los ojos. Después rebusco en su mochila con cuidado hasta sacar una soga, levante la ceja.

— No quiero juzgar tus gustos pero no creo que sea el mejor momento para eso

— No la traigo para eso, imbécil. Es para inmovilizar tu cuerpo original y que no represente peligro antes de alejarnos de aquí.

Estaba por reclamar cuando Miles metió en mi boca quien sabe qué, me ató las manos y después los pies.

Quedé sentado con el ceño fruncido, mirándolo con cierto enojo.

— Me lo agradecerás más tarde – Dijo, señalandome con el control y presionando el botón amarillo – Espero estés listo – señaló a Ruben posteriormente y dio clic en el botón verde.

De golpe, mis ojos se encontraron con la luz del escenario, a lo que tuve que cubrirme con un ligero gruñido de molestia. Hubo cierto silencio, aunque parecía escuchar murmullos, era cómo estar bajo el agua, sabía que sonaba algo a mi alrededor pero no podía distinguirlo.

— ¿Ruben?... – escuché por fin a Alan murmurar. Giré mi vista hacía él, y antes de que pudiera responder. Vi mi pecho. Bien formado ahora, amplio, grueso... Ni siquiera podía apartar la mirada de los dos gordos bultos que ahora se formaban en mi camisa – ¿Ruben, te encuentras bien?

Volvió a hablar.

— ¿Eh? Sí, sí. Todo en orden... – susurré, no podía apartar mi mirada de mi nuevo cuerpo. Olí la colonia de Ruben, más bien, mi nueva colonia. Tomaron todas las fuerzas del mundo para que no soltará un gemido, pero me estaba volviendo impaciente... Quería olerme como loco, tocarme. ¡Dios, quería ver lo que estaba tras esos pantalones!

Silencio de nuevo.

— ¿Y bien? ¿No vas a volver a decir tus diálogos?

— S-sí, claro. Y-yo... – murmuré. Era claro que no tenía nada, ni siquiera sabía de que trataba esa obra.

— Amigo, ¿estás seguro que no quieres ir a la enfermería? Te ves muy raro.

— No, no, para nada.

— ¿Estás seguro? Creo que es importante que... – estaba acercándose suave hacía mí hasta que sus ojos giraron hacía blanco por un segundo, su expresión se tornó vacía y después pareció volver a la normalidad, parpadeo, me observó y después rodó los ojos con hastío – Carajo, pensé que nunca se iba a callar.

— ¿Alan? – pregunté confundido.

— No seas ridículo, soy yo – el aparente Alan bajó del escenario para caminar a oscuras, conmigo siguiéndolo.

— ¿Miles? Pero, ¿Cómo?

— Hasta que al fin piensas, genio – Continuó avanzando hasta llegar a la zona donde antes estábamos, se agachó para recoger el control. A su lado, nuestros cuerpos originales se movían con molestia y confusión, tratando de hacer algo más allá de sólo estar atados.

— ¿Te... inmovilizaste a ti mismo?

— Sí, sí, luego preguntas sobre ello.

Era extraño ver a Alan actuar de esa manera, si bien, no era extremadamente amable, tampoco era arrogante como solía ser Miles. Por lo qué ver a Alan con los hombros hacía atrás, la barbilla levantada y esa mirada de sabelotodo, era extraño.

— ¿Y ahora qué?

— ¡Cielos, Ethan! – volvió a subir al escenario – ¡Ocupa un poco el cerebro! Se notaba a leguas lo que querías hacer con el cuerpo de Ruben, hazlo. Ahora puedes.

Por un segundo dude en que hacer. Algo cohibido por la presencia de Miles, o del propio Ruben y Alan que se encontraban tratando de moverse.

Estaba por simplemente salir huyendo, pero... Ya no soy aquel nerd escuálido, cobarde y perdedor, no. Ahora soy Ruben Hernández, el sexy latino con el que todos tienen fantasías mientras ven sus obras.

Flexione los brazos, sintiendo los bíceps gruesos y grandes ensancharse a través de la ropa, sonreí. Mis manos se posaron en mis pectorales para después apretarlos, mis sentidos parecieron tocar el cielo. Mi expresión se tornó en tonta mientras apretaba y jugueteaba más con los relieves.

Me quité rápidamente la camisa, dejando a la vista mis abdominales. Levanté un poco el relieve de los pantalones para ver la masculinidad escondida del chico.

— ¡Es enorme! – dije emocionado. Se veía gruesa, morena y un tanto peluda, no me imaginaba que Ruben estuviera tan peludo de ahí abajo.

Estaba a punto de volver a tocarme cuándo Miles tomó ventaja, tomándome de la cintura para apegarme a él y comenzar a besarme. En un inicio correspondí hasta después empujarlo cómo pude.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa, Miles?!

— Nah, mi nombre es Alan, amigo... – murmuró – Y no lo sé, creo que tengo necesidades hoy que perfectamente tu puedes solucionar.

Nos besamos con intensidad, sus manos rondando por todo mi cuerpo y mi piel. De inmediato se lanzó contra mi cuello para empezar a besarlo y lamerlo, mi cuerpo temblaba por reacción.

— ¿No te gusta, Ruben?... – susurró para verme a los ojos

— Sí, sí me gusta – Respondí para tomarlo de las mejillas y estampar nuestros labios en un beso caótico. Era una maraña de besos descuidados, lenguas y saliva.

Un ruido sonó desde la puerta, cómo si alguien estuviera a punto de entrar. De inmediato tomé a Miles para escondernos detrás del telón, no sería buena idea que nos encontrarán con dos tipos amarrados.

Que al fin y al cabo, nadie haría nada si encontraban a "Miles" y "Ethan" en tal situación, no sería la primera vez que sucedía eso, no les harían caso en lo que dijeran, menos al acusar a dos chicos de teatro. Pero era mejor no dejar rastros.

Terminamos por salir por la parte detrás del auditorio, no sin antes tomar las mochilas y maletas que Ruben y Alan traían consigo. Terminamos en los vestidores del gimnasio, aparente vacíos.

— ¡Cielos amigo, eso fue genial!

— Ni que lo digas – Miles dijo sentado. Con esos aires de superioridad

— Aunque... ¿Por qué me besaste?

— El cuerpo de Ruben es ardiente, además de que tenerte a ti dentro abre las puertas a muchas posibilidades.

— Pero, ¿no ibas a tomar a Blake?

— Sí

— ¿Y porque estas dentro de Alan?

— Porque es ardiente y necesitabas ayuda.

— ¿Lo hiciste por mí?

— Sí... Y me molesto un par de veces así que también por eso.

Tomó la maleta de Alan para abrirla. Su sonrisa se iluminó al ver el interior, comenzando a sacar ropa por montones.

— ¿Qué haces?

— ¡Esto está lleno de ropa deportiva! – se llevó unos shorts a la cara, jadeando por el aroma. Seguramente estaban impregnados de sudor, de inmediato se levantó para empezar a quitarse lo que traía y cambiarse por un traje de compresión, de tonos oliva pero que dejaba todo a la vista.

Ahueco su bulto, con una sonrisa satisfactoria. Después levantó sus axilas para empezar a olfatearse, lamió su piel, extasiado por su aroma y sabor.

— ¿Vas a quedarte sólo ahí de pie? – había algo en su mirada... Que no sé cómo describirlo pero fue un encanto.

Me quité también lo que traía para cambiarme, una playera deportiva sin mangas morada, algo suelta. Pero que dejaba a la vista desde mis brazos hasta parte de mis abdominales y mis pectorales.

— Estás apestoso, Alan... – murmuré acortando la distancia entre ambos.

— ¿Y cuál es el problema, Hernández? – dijo con indiferencia.

A lo que lo tomé con fuerza para apegarme contra él. Soltó un jadeo agudo qué me hizo levantar la ceja, él estaba un tanto apenado, pero a mí pareció encantarme. Cómo si algo se activará por primera vez en mí.

— Ven aquí.

De inmediato comencé a succionar y morder suavemente, lo que causó que él soltará un suspiro, lo tome con algo de fuerza mientras comenzaba a tocar sus glúteos.

— N-no... E-espera – Trató de murmurar – Y-yo quiero ser q-quien este arriba...

Solté una carcajada por el comentario.

Quería mucho a Miles, sin duda era mi mejor amigo además de Logan, pero esta era la oportunidad perfecta para tomar venganza por todas las veces dónde su arrogancia se interpuso.

Ni siquiera le respondí, con mi nueva fuerza me las arregle para bajarle de golpe aquel traje, sin duda se le veía fantástico, pero era estorboso para todo lo que deseaba hacer.

Me agache un poco para tener acceso a sus pectorales y el relieve en ellos, comenzando a succionarlos y mordisquearlos. La voz de Alan y sus jadeos resonaban por todo el lugar, ansioso por más.

Fue entonces que noté el reflejo tras de nosotros, jamás pensé ver a estos dos haciendo algo así. Pero aquí estábamos.

Lo que me extasió aun más.

Me despegué de repente, lo que dejó a Miles con una expresión entre lo torpe, lo caliente y lo desesperado.

— No, no. De rodillas – dije autoritario.

Él me observó con una mirada vidriada y de inmediato se tiro a cuatro patas. Yo sólo pude levantar mi playera para enseñarle mis abdominales.

Ni siquiera tuve que ordenarle nada está vez, sólo se dedico a bajar el elástico para poner su boca en marcha. Lamiendo y succionando como desesperado, casi se escuchaba como un perro tomando agua.

— Tu sabor... – murmuró, sacando un poco más la lengua – Sabe muy salado...

— ¿Te gusta? Lo dejé así especialmente para ti, Alan

— Me encanta...

Y de inmediato se volvió a pegar contra mí. Duramos así por un buen rato, frotandonos como locos hasta que las cosas evolucionaron y todo terminó regado por el suelo del vestidor.

El golpear entre nuestras pieles y el sudor qué impregnaba el aire, no hacían más que aumentar el volumen de los choques.

— ¡Ah! – Miles casi aulló, la entrada de Alan se sentía tan apretada, lista para servirme.

— ¿Te encanta, no? Imagina que así te tuviera durante la obra de teatro – gruñí – Qué toda la escuela supiera que el motociclista Alan Wood no es nada más que mi pertenencia.

Y di otro vaivén que tronó con fuerza, acompañado de un fuerte jadeo.

— ¡Sí! ¡Sí!

— ¿Lo quieres dentro, no?

— ¡Por favor sí, dámelo Ruben! ¡Por favor!

Y sin más. Termine derramando toda mi semilla en su interior, parecía que el cuerpo en el que ahora habitaba se había abstenido de estas cosas, porque terminé liberando montones de espesa sustancia.

"Alan" sólo se quedó tirado sobre el banco con la respiración agitada y entrecortada, hecho un desastre entre su sudor y mi propia carga.

Seguí explorando la ropa dentro del bolso de Ruben para cambiarme, olía igual de apestoso qué lo anterior, ¿pero a quién le importaba? El nuevo Ruben tenía muchas mejoras que estaba ansioso por mostrar al mundo.

Miles terminó reincorporandose después de un rato, estaba a punto de limpiarse cuando lo detuve.

— Nah, así ponte la ropa.

— Qué divertido... – murmuró con sarcasmo, otra vez parecía ser él mismo – Estás loco si crees que te haré caso.

Intentó alcanzar una toalla pero se la arrebate de golpe.

— Te dije que no.

— ¿¡De qué mierda hablas, Ethan!?

— Ruben, querrás decir.

— ¡Dame la toalla para limpiarme!

Ni siquiera le respondí. Removí el interior del bolso de Alan hasta encontrar una remera deportiva negra que parecía ser lo que apestaba con más fuerza en la bolsa, además de unos shorts.

— Pontelos.

Me miró con furia, pero hasta él sabía que había perdido, por lo qué no tuvo más remedio que hacerme caso.

Ambos salimos del lugar, Miles seguía molesto mientras avanzabamos por los pasillos. Se sentía fabuloso sentir las miradas de todos, sonrisas, incluso un casual "hey". ¡Al fin no éramos invisibles!

— Ya no estés molesto – dije bajo.

— Cierra la boca.

— Cómo si no te haya gustado.

— Me gustó. Pero ahora apesto...

— Ni siquiera vas a quedarte en ese cuerpo. Y dijiste que te molesto varias veces, ¿no?

Miles me observó por una fracción de segundo, cómo si hubiera descubierto la ecuación faltante para un problema. Una sonrisa burlona se dibujo en sus labios de inmediato.

Flexionó sus brazos, pareciendo presumir en público, enseñó sus axilas sudorosas y dejó de importarle todo lo que apestaba. Avanzando con una mezcla de orgullo y burla en sí mismo por los pasillos.

Algunas chicas lo miraron extrañadas, pero otros chicos... Casi babearon por él.

Sacó su teléfono, rebusco en la galería de Alan alguna típica foto de las cuáles estaba plagado su Instagram.

Y decidió subir una nueva publicación a todas sus redes con un simple texto:

《 Supongo que no sabes de lo que te estas perdiendo hasta que te dan duro. Lol, bye chicas, mi cuerpo sólo le pertenece a hombres apestosos y sedientos por mí 》

Su teléfono se volvió loco después de eso, pero prefirió ignorarlo.

Avanzamos hasta la biblioteca, dónde Logan seguía esperando.

O bueno, "Caleb". Sentado con los brazos flexionados de forma casual, olfateando y sonriendo cada vez que daba una bocanada más.

Levantó la mirada para verme, sonriendo con satisfacción, al parecer ni se había dado cuenta de "Alan".

— Hey, guapo – me guiño el ojo, sonriendo. Aunque eso no duró mucho, ya que empezó a olfatear cómo si se tratara de un sabueso – ¿A qué huele?... Huele a... – du mirada se enfocó por fin en Alan – ¿Miles, eres tu?

— Ahorrátelo, Logan.

Se sentó frente a él. Si para mí olía fuerte el hedor, no me imaginaba la gloria en la que ahora se encontraba Logan.

— ¿No ibas a ser Blake?

— Sí, es una parada de emergencia, aun sigue mi plan – murmuró malhumorado.

— En fin... "Ethan" y "Miles" fueron llevados a dirección después de que los encontraron, al parecer podrían suspenderlos por "abuso de sustancias" después de que estaban delirando cosas ridículas – Logan sonrió con malicia.

Por una parte me sentí mal acerca del destino de Ruben, él no me había hecho nada, sólo era mi crush. Pero no podía retractarme...

— ¿Y "Logan"? – Miles preguntó.

— Ah, ese mantecoso – El nuevo Caleb se jacto con una risa – Está más dominado y torpe que nunca, casi hipnotizado, diría yo.

Me senté al lado de los chicos, era irreal pensar que apenas unas horas atrás éramos unos nerds perdedores, y ahora estábamos ocupando el lugar de chicos populares, musculosos y atractivos.

— ¿Y qué planeas hacer ahora, Miles? – me atreví a preguntarle.

— Conseguir lo que es mío.

Continuará

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Está es la tercera parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste.

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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5 months ago

A Body Stealer Tale: A Walk At The Park

Me and my boyfriend were strolling through the desertic park at night while holding hands when a straight couple walked past us. Both of us immediately turned our heads, drawn to the sight of the hot man holding his girlfriend's hand. He was gorgeous—muscular, tall, and effortlessly charming in that way that made you stop and stare. My boyfriend stopped walking and gave me a knowing look. I grinned and nodded at him, giving him permission to do his thing. We didn’t have to say anything.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips before casually trailing behind the couple. I found a bench nearby and sat down, waiting for him to work his magic. The park was quiet and dark, kinda scary. But I tried not to think about that. After all, I didn’t have the kind of power my boyfriend had—the power to turn people into wearable bodysuits—to protect myself.

About fifteen minutes later I saw the hot muscular boyfriend striding confidently toward me. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of him. His shirt was unbuttoned now, exposing his massive muscular pecs. His nipples were big and pink, practically begging for attention, and his smug smirk told me he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

He sat besides me on the bench.

"Well, well," he drawled with his baritone voice. "I heard you're a hungry boy for Daddy's tits. Don’t worry, Daddy’s got the milkers. Go on, suck on my nipples."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned forward like I was starving, my lips latching onto one of his thick nipples with primal hunger. I flickered his nipple with my tongue and he groaned low in his throat, closing his fingers through my hair to press me closer.

"Yeah, that’s it," he rumbled as he held me on his muscular arms. "Worship these pecs like a good boy."

I switched to his other nipple, flicking my tongue against it before sucking hard, and his reaction was immediate. I ran my hands over his pecs and squeezed them hard.

"What did you do with his girlfriend?" I asked between licks.

He chuckled darkly, pulling me away from his chest to look me in the eyes. "Don’t worry about her," he said, his tone teasing. "Let’s just say she’s out of the picture. Now, focus on what’s important: enjoying our new bodysuit." He then pulled me for a passionate kiss.

I glanced up at him, my boyfriend now fully in control of the hot guy’s body. This never gets boring no matter how many times he does it.

He started flexing his pecs in front of me, making them bounce hypnotically. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. "This one is going to look amazing in our collection. His pecs are so huge that we could just fold him and use them as pillows. Do you want to cum on his pecs before we go home?"

I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I told him to kneel in front of me and he obeyed. I pulled down my pants and started to furiously jerk off right there in the open, aiming my cock at his chest. It didn't took long and I came on his massive pecs, coating them with my seed, some even landed on his handsome face. I pressed the tip of the head on his nipple and we both laughed.

We walked out of the park hand in hand. His shirt was still open, proudly displaying his cum covered pecs.

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3 months ago

Outfit of the day - when you know, you know...

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1 year ago

Third Roomate

I arrive after a long day of classes and this is the first thing I see when I walk into the apartment.

I’m not too surprised. It’s quite normal to see my roommate sitting on the couch and watching one of his shows. What I did not expect is how he looked.

“Hey, Matt…”

The guy glances over but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the tv. Instead of his normal sci-fi shit he instead is watching a baseball match.

“Matt, yo I’m talking to you.” I try to block the screen with my body but he simply leans over, pointing the remote to the screen.

“In a sec man, I’m trying to watch the game.” I roll my eyes. I doubt he actually knows what’s going on about, just trying to play into his new look. “And stop calling me Matt, you know my name.”

I roll my eyes, “God you are obsessed. You know, when I agreed to buy ‘Gabriel’ with you I thought I’d at least get a turn every so often…”

“Oh come on.” The muscles blonde stood up, towering nearly a foot above me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d feel a bit intimidated. “I’m just having some fun with our new toy before you take him for the rest of the night!”

“Is this fun? Your sitting all alone pretending to be some dumb jock interested in sports. Tell me Gabe, did ‘Matt’ even go to class today?”

He shifted slightly trying to hide away, but with his big frame it was difficult to. “Not exactly… But don’t worry, l attended for him.”

“Dude! Are you serious?” Turning away from the guy, I barged into my roommate’s room, where I found him exactly where I thought I would. He stood in the center wearing a full-body haptic suit and VR headset strapped onto his head. He faced the wall, seemingly staring at nothing. The equipment was rigged to his PC, with the screen showing all sorts of familiar diagnostics and body mapping windows.

“You’ve seriously been using Gabriel all day? Even when you know I called using him tonight! Now his batteries are gonna be dead before I can even use him.” You grab him by the shoulder trying to shake him back to reality.

Matt didn’t turn to me but responded to my accusation “Relax bro. He’s been on the charger since he got home so you don’t have to worry! Look!” From behind me Gabriel walked up, standing attentively.

Both Matt and Gabriel spoke in at the same time in unison. “See? Look I’m Gabriel and I’m ready to go out with my frat bros all night!” Matt performed a mocking jig and Gabriel mimicked the exact movement. He then touched his finger to the temple of his virtual reality goggles and in an instant Gabriel halted all movement.

You see, Gabriel isn’t a real person, he never was actually. He’s what’s known as a techno-puppet. Like how in a video game you can use a controller to manipulate your avatar. It works the same way but instead you control this hyper realistic doll. It wasn’t hard to see why Matt took such a liking to living as him. We spent the last month building this entire life, even forging papers to make him an ‘official’ student in our college. We have people thinking he’s our third roomate, but in reality he’s just a toy for us to experience an exciting college life.

I waited for a moment as he took off the VR equipment and handed it to me. Hiding away into my own room, I excitedly put on the gear. Sitting myself down comfortably on my bed, felt around the headset until I found the power button. Pressing it, the technology in the haptic and goggles whittled to life. After a brief loading time, my vision awoke and I found myself once again standing in Matt’s room. My roomate grinned trying to hide his envy as I was now in control of Gabriel. Maybe ill give him a taste of his own medicine for hogging the beautiful body by taking him for the entire weekend. I know Matt is harboring a secret crush on our puppet so teasing him around the apartment can be a warmup to get into my new persona

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3 months ago

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6 months ago

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

"He's perfect, look at the bulge in his shorts. I want you to wear him, Pres," Luke said to his boyfriend, Preston, referring to the muscular sleeping hunk in front of them.

"I was thinking the same, the guy is packing," Preston said with a smirk. He stood up and suddenly everyone inside the car stopped moving, leaving only Luke and Preston unaffected. Time didn't stop, as the car was still running, Preston had only frozen the people inside it.

He glanced back at his boyfriend, and Luke responded with a reassuring nod. Preston started to undress, when he was completely naked, he stood in front of the sleeping hunk and with his two hands, started to stretch open the hunk's mouth, opening it in an unnatural way as if the man was made of elastic.

Preston looked at his boyfriend, who was watching everything behind him with a huge smile. "I will try to make it sexy since I know you love watching this part," Preston stretched more of the hunk's mouth and slipped his right foot inside. The hunk continued looking peaceful even with a strange man with half his leg inserted into his body.

Luke was hard as he watched his boyfriend forcing his body inside the unsuspected hunk, he loved watching this part, it was the most erotic thing for him. After a few minutes, Preston finally slipped the hunk's handsome face over his and smirked at Luke, who had his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.

Luke watched as the muscular hunk stood up and walked over to him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. "Did you like watching your boyfriend wearing my muscles like a fucking shirt? You fucking freak," The hunk said, his voice was deep and powerful.

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

The hunk smirked, he grabbed Luke's throbbing cock and started sucking him, making Luke moan loudly. The only sounds he could hear were the car's engine running and the slurping noises coming from the hunk deep-throating him.

"B-babe... I'm gonna cum, let me cum on his face," Luke moaned, pushing the hunk off his cock, aiming it at his face and starting to cum, coating the hunk's handsome face with his thick powerful cum.

The hunk just smirked, he cooped some of the cum and sucked his fingers clean. "I like this one, I can't wait to test out his ass," The hunk said, standing up and giving his ass a hard slap, he then turned to look at Luke. "Now is your turn, who are you're gonna pick?"

Luke glanced at the passengers' faces and noticed a handsome young man, frozen in motion like everyone else around him, as he stared at his phone.

Luke walked to the handsome young man and lifted his unmoving head to give his face a proper look. "I will wear this one."

"Good choice, the kid does have a nice package,"

Luke didn't have the powers of a body stealer like his boyfriend had, Preston had the power to turn everyone around him into a wearable bodysuit for a short period, right now everyone inside the car was a bodysuit, but in the end, when Preston turned off his powers, those who weren't worn would go back to normal.

Luke stretched open the young man's mouth and started sliding inside. When he finished putting on his new body, he sat back and pulled down his white shorts to reveal his new big cock. He gave his new shaft a few strokes and soon was spotting a massive throbbing cock, he swung it proudly to his boyfriend.

"You better get on here and ride me, I will destroy your new tight straight hole with this lad's cock," Luke ordered, his voice now a lot more juvenile.

Preston walked to him, his bodysuit being bigger and taller than Luke's bodysuit. Preston pulled down his shorts and slowly sat on Luke's bodysuit's throbbing cock. Preston started to fuck himself with the strength that came with his bodysuit, his ass pressing against Luke's bodysuit's smaller thighs.

"Oooh fuck yeah, babe! Fuck this tight straight ass on this lad's cock! AAARRGHH FUUUCKKKK...." Preston's new massive cock started to shoot cum all over the car's floor, Luke also came right after him.

They both were panting, with Preston lying his back on Luke's body, they both shared a long and sloppy kiss while Luke's cock was still inside Preston. Suddenly, they heard the automated announcement come through the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we are now approaching Lunar Bay Station. This is the final stop on this line. Please make sure to take all personal belongings with you as you exit the train."

Luke and Preston sat back to where their bodysuits were originally sitting, and suddenly everyone in the car started moving again, completely unaware of the loss of time. When they arrived at the station, before walking out of the car, the muscular tattooed hunk winked at the handsome young man. The young man followed right after him with a visible hard-on in his tight white shorts.

The car's door closed behind them; four men had walked in, but only two walked out.

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6 months ago

Victim Of The Gym

The manager of the gym gave him the keys so he could get his workout done early in the morning. I also had a set of those keys. He’s my prisoner now. Soon, I’m going to inject him with the bodysuit serum. When I saw his hot young lean body, I knew I had to have him. I harvest so many of my victims from the gym. He is simply the latest addition to my collection.

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5 months ago

Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on! But as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to its usual flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and, since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck. He even started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there has been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office.

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him in the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease it as he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Soon enough I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasped my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long time.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be adorable?

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.