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“I’m starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.” Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. “I truly didn’t expect it to feel so… comfortable.”

“That is… great news sir.” A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. “If I’m not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.”

Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. “I’m aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.” He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. “And impressive levels of virility.” He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. “I’ve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.”

———

Months Prior…

The Archosians were a very curious species known for sticking their noses where, quite honestly, they didn't belong. Originating from their home planet Archolm-Rem, they’ve spread themselves out across the galaxy thanks to their advanced space tech. They were far more technologically evolved than any other species in the known universe. It was all thanks to their insatiable appetite for both knowledge and advancement. A crusade in which their home world suffered the consequences of. It was stripped bare of all its natural resources until the Archosians were forced to leave in droves.

Nowadays fleets of Archosian ships wander the universe scouting out other planets. Most of these planets they attempted to colonise for the sake of creating new homes for themselves while some planets they used purely to strip resources from. But none of these planets they came across were as perfect as Archolm-Rem had once been in its prime. It’d been a gorgeous blue pearl of a planet rich with life before their species had ruined it. And since abandoning it, no other planet had come close to its natural beauty. All just hideous rocks and gas clouds good for nothing but temporary refuge and resources. That is until one fleet, led by commander Veildorm, discovered a quaint little world sat in the solar system that orbited YellowSun-68Y9.

It was beautiful. In many ways this world was the spitting image of Archolm-Rem. Vast shimmering oceans surrounding land that, upon inspection, was bustling with life. Such a mass variety of biomes such lush green forests, sandy deserts, snowy tundras and stunning mountain scapes. And it wasn’t just rich with plant life, but animal life as well. All serving to cultivate a balanced ecosystem that helped to sustain the natural order.

With one exception.

As Veildorm’s fleet spied on this little gem of a planet from the other side of the solar system, they very quickly deduced who the dominant species were. They were bipedal simion-like creatures that’d evolved to have what appeared to be high levels of intellect. Not as high as Archosians but still impressive nonetheless. Enough so that they managed to come out on top despite there being so many bigger and stronger predators on their world. Upon further surveillance Veildorm’s crew was able to deduce that these creatures called themselves Humans and that they’d named their planet ‘Earth’. And in many ways they seemed similar to the Archosians in their own much slower but still determined efforts to further themselves and their technology. As such it was clear they were making the same mistake the Archosians did. Slowly ruining their planet with little regard. All for the sake of what they likely deemed to be necessary progress.

Unlike Humans, The Archosians had learned from their mistakes. As such, when Commander Veildorm reported back to the council about their findings in regards to Planet Earth, a decision was soon made. They would continue to use the other planets they’d conquered as colonies and wells of resources but Earth would become their new Motherworld. And this time they plan to preserve and respect it the way they should’ve done with Archolm-Rem. The way Humans likely never will.

But they couldn’t just launch a full scale invasion. Something like that would defeat the point. The Archosians would surely win but there’s a high possibility they’d end up decimating a huge portion of the planet in the process. That simply wouldn’t do. So instead the high council ordered Commander Veildorm to stay covert for now and to continue monitoring Planet Earth so that they can learn as much as they can before deciding on their next move.

And so they did for many months. Always remaining a safe distance away from the planet to avoid detection. But from so far away, there was only so much they could do. Visuals weren’t always the best and any picking up radio waves from this far away only yielded crackling half conversations at best. At this rate getting any real intel would take forever and Veildorm was getting impatient. He’d been ordered by the high council to abstain from any kind of contact with earth until their say-so but he just couldn’t sit on his hands anymore. Not when he’d already come up with a plan to streamline the gathering of intel.

And so Veildorm took matters into his own hands when he ordered some of his crew to take a dozen small shuttles directly to Earth. It only took them a few days to reach the planet and once they closed in, the invaders deployed anti-detection fields around their ships to prevent them from being picked up by any earthly radars. It wouldn’t have worked for the bigger fleet ships but the shuttles were just small enough that they were able to enter Earth’s atmosphere undetected. Once they made it just above the clouds, the squad of twelve split up in different directions across the globe.

Their mission was a simple one. Abduct a variety of humans and bring them back to the fleet for testing and extraction of information. They were to complete this mission as swiftly and covertly as possible to avoid any and all detection. It was risky but the rewards would be significant. That’s why Veildorm assigned his best pilots to the job.

Each shuttle scouted out quiet and more remote areas in search of lone humans to snatch up and sedate. They all had enough space to carry ten humans on board making for a total of one hundred and twenty human subjects to be whisked away and shoved under an eager microscope by Veildorm and his crew. There were a few close calls but the mission was a success. An example being how one man had witnessed his older brother being taken and as such he was quickly abducted too. And similarly a big burly farmer had almost saved his wife from being vacuumed up only for them both to get taken instead. Despite that though, the team was in the clear. Soon enough they regrouped to begin the ascent back up into the stars and towards the hidden fleet across the solar system with ten dozen humans in tow.

When they returned a few days later, the humans were unloaded from the shuttles and onto the flagship where Commander Veildorm watched with a smirk. He was elated to finally see some humans up close after spying on them for so long. Each of them strapped into a hovering transport cart as they were split up into different groups. Each group was taken to different facilities around the ship so they could undergo different forms of testing.

Group A was made of eight humans, four of each sex. Groups B, C, D and E all had twenty five humans each. And finally Group F contained twelve humans of equal sex.

Group A were the unfortunate souls that were sent to be dissected for the purpose of learning about the human anatomy and the inner workings of both male and female bodies. Luckily they were only the smallest group. The rest of the humans suffered far less cruel fates by comparison. Not that they knew that.

Groups B and C for example were used for the purpose of extracting information. B was interrogated the traditional way. Being told to give up any and all information they had about Earth from the tiniest details about their personal lives to anything they knew about the wider world and the rest of the human race. Not much encouragement was needed beyond the promise that they’d be returned home safely if they cooperated. Of course that promise was completely hollow but the poor human subjects didn’t need to know that. On the other hand, Group C was taken for a much more unorthodox method of extracting information. It entailed getting hooked up to some very advanced technology that would scan their brains in an attempt to artificially pull information out of their memory banks. It wasn’t completely accurate and certainly couldn’t pull out everything but it was good at snatching little nuggets of information that ordinary interrogation methods might not have dug up.

Then there were the reactionary groups, D and E. Both were being monitored on their reactions to external stimuli to see how humans operate under different circumstances. One of those groups was subjected to things that were more abstract like sounds, images, smells and such like. Meanwhile the other group was given more direct and physical tasks to complete like puzzles or exercise. All these humans were fitted with devices to monitor their bodily activity to see what kinds of chemical reactions arose throughout each experience and interaction. They learned a lot about the inner workings of human brains from these groups.

Lastly there was Group F. This group was strapped down and surrounded by Archosian scientists who were more than eager to poke and prod curiously at their human forms. They went through just about everything that a conspiracy theorist might expect after being abducted by aliens. Having their body parts squeezed and pinched at. Having small hairs plucked and blood samples drawn for additional testing. Being injected with all kinds of compounds with antidotes on standby as they tested human immune responses. Making notes on all the major differences between the males and females. Namely their muscle and bone structure and how the males on average seemed to be hairier and ape-like whereas the females were typically smaller and capable of producing milk for their offspring. Not to mention their reproductive organs which were particularly interesting to the Archosians. After all they were a species of a singular sex, capable of reproducing asexually. Hence they couldn’t help finding the concept of differing sexual organs to be particularly intriguing. Especially with how those organs seemed to respond when stimulated. It was fascinating.

———

Commander Veildorm had overseen all of the experiments. He’d watch either from behind surveillance cameras or by venturing around each facility so he could inspect each group in person. The Humans were being sustained via nutrient and calorie dense fluids designed with each individual Human in mind. They were also given optimal exercise so they could maintain whatever physical condition they were in upon arrival, no matter how big or small they were.

It was fascinating getting to observe them. They looked so different with their soft skin and flat faces as opposed to the tough scales and longer snouts the Archosians possessed. All that hair. Only two arms and legs. They were built so unlike the aliens that’d abducted them and yet Veildorm couldn’t help seeing a certain elegance to the human form. It was so simple and symmetrical. So satisfying in its curves and ridges across various shapes. No matter whether they were Fit or Fat. Hairy or Not. Male or Female. Veildorm found beauty in them all that quite honestly matched the beauty of their home planet. And many of the Archosians aboard his fleet, scientists in particular, were also starting to share his views.

In truth though, Veildorm had taken a particular liking to the male humans. He was fond of their sharper features and bulkier forms in comparison to their female counterparts. There was something so raw about them that mixed rather curiously with their high intellect. It almost didn’t make sense for such intelligent creatures to have such a primal way about them. Whether it be in their looks or the way they conducted themselves in their society. “Fascinating…” Veildorm would mumble to himself quite frequently whenever he observed studies of or read through the finding in regards to the male humans. The females were interesting too in their own ways but the males just sparked something in the Commander that always seemed to hold his attention.

Cocks. They were such amusing things. Tantalising even. Just like the rest of the body, they could come in all shapes and sizes. Some long, some girthy. Some straight, some curved. But one thing they all shared was how the pleasure centres in the male brain all seemed to light up like burning stars whenever the cocks were stimulated. And no matter how much the males protested against it, if their cocks were stimulated enough they would start to grow. Rising from their usually soft state to stiff and sometimes intimidating length, bucking eagerly whether they wanted it or not. Veildorm soon discovered that the human term for this was an ‘erection’. He was enamoured by the concept. Human males being capable of growing their sex organs was unlike anything in Archosian biology. And if the stimulation continued while the cock was erect, they would inevitably be forced to ejaculate a milky white fluid. Yet another act they couldn’t control much like the erection itself and one that seemed to cause even more immense pleasure. So much so that most males would briefly devolve into deep groans and roars as they unwillingly unloaded their seed. Apparently this was called an orgasm. Something both sexes seemed to experience but in slightly different ways.

“P-please… stop. No more… no more…” One of the males had begged while Veildorm was in the room watching as he was being milked over and over. His cock had been stimulated endlessly for about twenty four hours in an experiment to see if there was any limit to the amount of semen a human male could produce. It was the burly farmer who’d tried to save his wife from abduction. He might’ve seemed intimidating had not been bound and reduced to a squirming mess begging for relief. It was amazing how sensitivity of the penis seemed to spike to an almost painful degree upon prolonged stimulation after the initial orgasm. And as the bearish man was forced to produce more of his seed, it was collected into containers alongside the other males for further research just like all the other various DNA samples.

“Sir. Upon examination it would appear that the unique gland male humans have inside their rectum can act as an alternative means of producing an orgasm. They call it a prostate. We believe that with enough stimulation, this gland can quickly cause an erection and make them produce semen without the need to touch their penis.” One of the scientists had explained to Veildorm after comparing notes from the scientists working with the other groups. “Do you want us to test the theory on a few of them?”

Veildorm’s three bright yellow eyes scanned the poor human men who looked oh so broken and defeated. Then eventually returning his gaze to the scientists. “You may proceed but on the condition that I decide which of them you are to test this experiment with.”

The scientists nodded. “Of course Commander.”

Of all the men that’d been abducted, there was one in particular that had caught Veildorm’s attention from the moment they arrived on the ship. He was a male in the prime of his life, mature but not yet burdened by the slow decay of aging. He seemed to have the most splendid muscle to fat ratio, granting him a large and powerful physique that was as aesthetically pleasing as it was impressive. He almost seemed like he was more evolved than all the other males with how he’d managed to increase his muscle mass far beyond the average. It gave him this air of superiority even if not intentional. And to add to that he had a very healthy amount of body and facial hair that seemed to decorate his form in a way that only exuded more dominance. The cherry on top being his well endowed penis which, according to research, was a highly valued attribute amongst males. That alongside his physical strength made him quite the alpha amongst his species.

“This one. 109. Kenneth Barnes.” Veildorm announced while running a finger down the hulking man’s fuzzy pecs and along his abs. “He’s strong. As such I’m very curious to see how he reacts under the probe.”

One of the scientists nodded again. “Subject 109 AKA Kenneth Barnes. He’ll be added to the list immediately sir.”

Veildorm bit his long snake-like tongue in anticipation. Kenneth Barnes. That earthly name had been seared into his memory. It was no wonder with how often he checked that hunk’s record to see any and all updates on him no matter how small. He’d already given explicit orders for his scientists to be extra attentive with Subject 109 for how luxurious of a human he was. Like gold amongst silver. As such Veildorm didn’t pay much mind to the other two men he chose for the experiment. At this point there was only one human he truly cared about.

———

“NO! DON'T YOU FUCKUNG DARE! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY ASS! DON’T YO-UUURRRAAHHHHHHGH!!” Kenneth wailed as a girthy, almost penile, probe was speared into his tight virgin ass. Bypassing his thick muscular glutes that’d been parted by the forceful spreading of his legs, making it easy for the well lubed device to plunge deep inside his hole. His entire body tensed up as he fought with all his strength against the restraints to no avail. All while a symphony of desperate pained howls escaped his bearded lips as the probe began pumping generously in and out of his hole.

At first Veildorm couldn’t help but find it puzzling as to why Kenneth and the other two selected men were so terrified by the probe. He didn’t think it was much different from having their cocks stimulated. And yet they were far more hysterical than ever before. However one of the scientists soon explained to the Commander that this strong aversion to anal stimulation was very much a cultural thing amongst heterosexual males. Most considered to be shameful and what they called ‘emasculating’ and was only something that homosexual males typically partook in. As such, having them undergo an experiment like that was likely an enormous blow to their pride and ego. Two things that human males took in high regard.

“G-GETUUH… IT-T… OUUUTTAAHUU…” Kenneth gasped through roars and wails of anguish. His hole being forcibly stretched as the probe pounded against his prostate. His face twisting with pained disgust as he tried his hardest to fight against his body’s natural response to it. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t stop his cock from stiffening to full length at the unwanted pleasure of his prostate being tapped over and over. It wasn’t long before he was leaking shamefully like a broken faucet. Pre-cum dripping in heavy globs from the tip of his penis and into a collection vat below. Just like the other two men beside him.

Before long all three of them were shooting load after load like helpless cum cows. Forced to endure some of the most powerful orgasms to have ever ripped through their bodies. And it was torture. All the other subjects from their group could only watch and listen in horror from the other end of the facility. All sympathetic towards the trio while simultaneously thankful that they themselves had escaped such a fate.

“How interesting that they would view something like this as shameful.” Veildorm had commented while keeping his eyes firmly planted on Kenneth. Watching at that broad hairy and now very sweaty chest rose and fell with every shaky breath. “On one hand the males view being able to produce lots of potent ejaculate as something to be proud of. And yet when faced with stimulation of the prostate to improve that production, they fight tooth and claw against it. Human psychology is so strange.”

Veildorm watched tentatively, going as far as to circle around Kenneth multiple times like a predator circling its prey. Watching the way the probe slid in between his colossal hairy cheeks. Observing how his penis jolted and swooned at each slam against his prostate. Scanning the way his thick muscles bulged and tightened with every unwanted orgasm seconds before another load of cum came flooding out. Ahhh cum. Just another human way of saying semen or ejaculate. Just like all the different words they had for penis. Veildorm found it amusing how humans had so many ways of saying the same thing.

“GAHHHUUHHHUUHH!” Kenneth howled through teary eyes as Veildorm personally increased the speed and aggression of his probe in particular. The wet sloshing sound of the lubricated device ravaging his hole only grew louder as Kenneth lost the ability to form words. Only being able to beg with his eyes. Eyes that’d once been so full of disobedience and a strong masculine will to fight back against his captors. But that fire had been extinguished, leaving behind a broken man.

And yet Veildorm remained fixated on Kenneth. So much so that even the scientists had begun to pick up on their Commander's special interest towards subject 109. There was just something so majestic about this alpha male form that Veildorm was becoming more and more obsessed with through every experiment. Even now as he watched a broken Kenneth wailing and groaning like an animal, he couldn’t help finding him rather beautiful to look at.

Veildorm had even begun to feel similarly towards most of the humans. Despite how different they were from Archosians in the physical appearance, he’d begun to develop an odd form of attraction towards them. The more he looked at them, the more he saw their elegance. Of course they weren’t flawless but those tiny imperfections each of them carried only made them more fascinating. And none of them were more elegant or fascinating than Kenneth. At least in Veildorm’s eyes. His attraction wasn’t sexual though. That wasn’t something Archosians experienced due to their asexual nature. It was more… aesthetic. He could see the appeal of it all. That combined with the intrigue he’d acquired for human psychology. Though he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t become incredibly curious as to what human sexuality must’ve felt like. Especially with how much pleasure those sexual organs seemed to bring…

“Keep them on the probes for a few more hours while you continue experiments with the others.” Veildorm had ordered. “After that, document all your findings on their changes in their mental and physical state.”

The scientists took heed of their Commander’s instructions as Veildorm turned to leave the Group F chamber. He still had to check up in person on the progress being made with the other Groups yet. Then he could return to his quarters where he’d continue to watch from the cameras. As he approached the door however, he turned and took one last look at Kenneth. Sprawled out. Huge hairy body on display. What a handsome creature that human was.

———

“We gave you a direct order NOT to engage with the planet or its inhabitants.” The voice of a member from the high council crackled over the monitor. “You were supposed to sit and observe. Nothing more. Why have you disobeyed us Commander?!”

Veildorm chewed the inside of his cheek. Somehow word of his operation had gotten back to the rest of the Archosians beyond his fleet. Someone aboard his ships must’ve snitched. He’d have to deal with that later.

“We were hardly gathering any kind of intel by observing. We would’ve been wasting so much time and resources had we continued to sit on our hands. So I made a professional call as the Commander of this fleet.” Veildorm explained while attempting to remain respectful of his superiors. “And it has paid off tremendously. Surely you must see that? My forces weren’t detected when gathering humans from the planet and now look at everything we’ve learned about them. The results speak for themselves!”

The council couldn’t deny Veildorm’s successes in this operation but they reprimanded him nonetheless. “Even so, the people of their world are bound to notice over a hundred of their kind going missing. That alone could put them on guard and make a takeover of their planet much more difficult. Have you even considered that factor?”

“I have.” Veildorm responded. Though in truth it was something he’d only considered after the fact but still. “And I have the perfect solution.”

“And what might that be Commander?” Another council member asked.

Veildorm smiled confidently. “My crew and I have been working tirelessly to perfect a procedure that’ll allow us to send the humans back to earth without any worries that they’ll tell the rest of their kind about us. And better yet, they’ll report to us.”

“And how do you figure that?”

“Because the Humans will be us. Archosian brains in Human bodies!”

It was a project that’d been in the works since the day after the abducted humans arrived on the fleet. Some of the greatest minds Veildorm had aboard his ship had been assigned to it as they gathered research from all the different groups. Accumulating all that knowledge into figuring out exactly how the Human brain worked to control the rest of the body. Then comparing it to how the Archosian brain worked in order to find some way of making Archosian brains compatible with Human bodies. It wasn’t an easy task in the slightest considering how different the two species were physically but the project had made some very encouraging progress. It required a lot of modifications needing to be made to the Archosian brain but it was most certainly possible.

“Fine.” Another council member had grunted after listening to Veildorm’s explanation of the project. “You may proceed. But if this plan costs us what could be our new home world, you will be held accountable Commander. Is that clear?”

Veildorm nodded slowly. “Yes. I understand. Thank you.”

And with that, the transmission ended.

———

It was only a few weeks later that the first real transplant had been a success. One brave crew member had volunteered to be put inside the body of a skinny but rather hairy human male who’d been abducted from his camping site in the woods. Subject 34 from Group C AKA Sam Beckket.

When the Volunteer woke up he struggled to adjust at first. Even though his own brain had been augmented to work inside the human body, it wouldn’t have made the experience any less disorienting. He clearly struggled with the reduced amount of limbs and a massively different centre of gravity. Walking wasn’t easy for him at first but he steadied himself eventually and was just about able to stand on his own.

Veildorm was in the room as he awoke. He wanted to witness this with his own eyes rather than through a camera lense. And needless to say he was impressed by the results.

“How does it feel to have the body of a human?” Veildorm would eventually ask once the alien inhabiting the body of Sam Beckket had some time to adjust.

“It feels… tingly. Somewhat feeble but also durable at the same time… somehow.” He was still getting used to the sound of his new voice too. “And also… fizzy? Like there’s this innate energy about it. I can hardly describe it. It’s like I’m sitting in limbo between being an intelligent creature and a primitive animal.” He flexed his fingers slightly before running them down the furry expanse of his flat male chest. “It feels nice. Very fluid and malleable. And sensitive…” He trailed off as his fingers started to slide southward towards his new genitals.

Veildorm watched with wonder as one of his crew began to experience human sexual pleasure for the very first time. Touching his new penis as it slowly began to grow stiff and large while explaining to the scientists around him the exact sensations he was experiencing as he stroked it. He was right. It seemed primitive for one of his own men to have so quickly succumbed to the urges of the Human body. But at the same time it seemed so freeing. The way he smiled and groaned as he touched himself. Not just his cock but his whole body. As if every nerve created some sense of wicked pleasure that only drew him closer to a level of ecstasy the Archosians had never known. No wonder he wasn’t able to stop himself before shooting a load of Human semen all over the floor in front of him.

“Safe to say there hasn’t been any complications then?” Veildorm asked one of the scientists as the man who was once Sam Beckket collapsed onto the chair behind him in euphoric exhaustion. Hands still roaming across his new Human face and experimenting with the sensitivity of his male nipples.

“Not that we can tell. We’ll need to monitor him closely for the next twenty four hours of course but I think it’s safe to say the project has been a success.” The scientists confirmed.

Veildorm nodded proudly. “Perfect. Let me know if anything comes up. Otherwise start making plans for the rest of the Humans and make sure their bodies are suitable for the procedure. Meanwhile I can start drafting in some crew members to become Humans like our friend Sam here.”

The new Sam only grinned dumbly, drunk on his human body. If a skinny male form like that could feel so wonderful, Veildorm could only imagine how divine a form like Kenneth’s might feel. The crew member who ended up with that body would be a lucky soul indeed he thought to himself. Yes. Lucky… very lucky indeed… hmmm…

———

“Suppose I’ve got no choice.” Veildorm muttered to himself in the solitude of his quarters. “I’ll have to add myself.

He’d been going over the plans for the next step in his scheme to take over Earth. Standing before a spread of plans and research as he buffed out the kinks in his operation based on the intel gathered from the humans. And just as he’d been finishing off his list of crew members to be placed inside each viable Human host, there was one slot he’d left blank. The slot for Subject 109. Kenneth.

Veildorm had written down a multitude of crew names next to Subject 109 but everything he found himself erasing the name. He told himself that he needed to find a crew member that was truly worthy of a deluxe human vessel. Reasoning that they’d need to have a particularly strong will and natural dominant streak to be able to handle such a body. He’d run through the names of everyone aboard his fleet but none of them seemed to make the cut for the imaginary standards Veildorm had created. Nobody except for one of course.

Himself.

Of course nobody was meeting the criteria he’d set for Subject 109 because the criteria was practically a self portrait. A leader. Intelligent, strong and capable. Has a strong spirit and sense of reason. Someone who commands respect and gives it in return. Perhaps it was a little pompous of him to believe he had all these traits and more in droves but then again… wouldn’t a Human alpha male also be a little pompous? It was a perfect fit right? And in which case, wouldn’t Veildorm be doing Kenneth a great disservice by putting someone less deserving in a body like his. Surely it was only right for Veildorm to take on that responsibility himself to make sure that glorious form ended up in the right hands. His.

Veildorm had to stop himself from salivating as he scribbled his name down next to Subject 109. Immediately after he took a long deep breath as he stared down at the completed list. For a brief moment he considered erasing his name like he had all the others next to Subject 109. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. How could he possibly let that body go to anyone but himself? Not after all the special attention he’d given to Kenneth across the time he and the other Humans had spent here. All those visits. All the times he’d run his three scaly hands over those hairy pecs. All the times he’d cupped that sharp and oddly alluring human face. No. It had to be Veildorm. It wouldn’t be right for anyone else to take that spot.

He tried to convince himself that the intense pounding in his chest was simply due to his anticipation. He wasn't being selfish. Not at all. He was sacrificing his Archosian body so that he could take on the burden of that gorgeous hunk of Human meat. All for the sake of his people. What could be more selfless than that?

Soon after Veildorm handed off the paperwork to his assistant Garlund who’d been standing just outside the room. He was a timid little thing who was usually good for nothing but running errands for the Commander. As such he didn’t waste any time rushing out of the room with said paperwork so it could be handed off to the team who was handling the transplant procedures.

And as he stood alone in his quarters knowing that his decision was now locked in, that pounding in his chest had evolved into a warm buzz that spread through his entire body. Archosians could not feel arousal the way Humans did but if they could, Veildorm had to imagine it wasn’t far from the excitement he was feeling now.

———

Another week passed since Veildorm signed himself up for the program. In that time many more successful transplants had been performed and there had yet to be a single failure. Both Male and Female humans had made for perfect hosts. Each having their original brains removed and replaced flawlessly with that of an Archosian. Only three of the Humans had been deemed incompatible due to chronic illnesses which made for a total of eleven when combined with the unfortunate Group A. Still that left one hundred and nine Humans who were perfectly eligible for takeover. And by now, fifty-five of those had already been converted as former Archosians acclimated to their new Human shells. Another five were currently in the process of being converted. That left only forty-nine humans who by now dreaded whatever their fate entailed. Not that they could do anything to stop it.

And amongst those forty nine sat Kenneth. Held in a suffocating suspense like the rest of the remaining Humans. Not currently strapped down to any testing tables or chairs but simply cuffed and left to sit in a desolate room until he was inevitably taken away for his ‘treatment’. Usually they were taken in batches of five and seemingly at random. The scientists came in the room one every day or two to collect the next set. They didn’t know exactly what was going to happen to them. All they did know was that all who were taken didn’t return. Except for one. The first man. The one who’d been taken all on his own. Sam Beckket.

Just over a week after poor Sam had been taken away for the first trial procedure. He was escorted back to the processing unit where the rest of the humans were still waiting. At first they were relieved to see Sam alive, believing there might be a chance they’ll survive whatever was going to happen to them. At first the only difference was that his head had been shaved. What was really odd however was the fact that he was no longer in cuffs or restraints.

It soon became clear that something had changed about Sam. They had no idea what at the time but he was acting weird. When he spoke it was like he was still trying to get all the syllables in each word correct. And the way he moved was almost uncanny. And during the hour he was left alone with the other humans, he asked them all kinds of strange questions with a look in his eyes that no longer seemed human. Almost like he was an offshoot of the Sam that a few of them had gotten to know over the time they’d been here. A doppelgänger. Something that only became more apparent when he’d started talking about how good it feels to be human while not elaborating on exactly what he meant.

“There is no need to worry my fellow Humans.” Sam would tell them. “We’ve all been chosen to be part of something so much greater.” He continued on. If the remaining humans didn’t know any better, they’d say Sam had been brainwashed. Especially with how he glorified the Archosians that stole them from their home as this all knowing race that’d come to save their planet. “Earth and Humanity will be so much better off in their hands.”

Once ‘Sam’s’ hour was up, some Archosians guards re-entered the room to collect him. No barking orders. No dragging or handcuffing. Simply treating Sam as if he was one of their own. Leaving the humans to only wonder what kind of fate had befallen him and soon them.

Only seconds after the one who called himself Sam had been escorted from the room. The door opened up again. Only this time it was the Commander of this fleet. Veildorm himself. He’d never actually proclaimed his rank before the Humans but most could tell that he was the one in charge simply by the unique uniform he wore and the way all the other Archosians seemed to bend around him.

Veildorm walked along the line of Humans. Eyeing each and every one of them while saying a single word. He paced back and forth a few times over, nice and slowly to really make them squirm. Only to finally stop on his seventh repetition right in front of his favourite subject. Dear old Kenneth.

Still silent, Veildorm kneeled down and stared closer at Kenneth. His three eyes locked with the Human’s two. Surprisingly enough however, Kenneth was the one to finally break the devastating silence that’d been sucking the oxygen from the air.

“What the hell do you want from us?” He asked sternly, trying to hold onto what little semblance of bravery he had left. Impressive considering all he’d been through. “What the hell do you want from me?” He specified.

Veildorm reached out and stroked a scaly six fingered hand against Kenneth’s bearded face. Flashing a toothy grin at the oh so handsome Human before him. “Everything.” Was all he said. A simple response that somehow managed to convey everything while explaining nothing. And with that response, Veildorm stood properly once again. He took one last look at Kenneth before turning on his heel towards the exit.

“Not long now.” Were the last words Veildorm muttered before leaving the Humans alone yet again.

———

It was only a few days after that when Veildorm found himself lying flat on an operating table. A needle plunged into one of his veins as the good doctors around him began to flood his system with a sedative. During which they reassured him they would take the utmost care with him and his selected Human vessel to assure no complications arose. Hearing that was enough to allow Veildorm to relax into the effects of the sedation as his eyes began to grow heavy.

Just before he slipped under, the last thing he thought about was Kenneth. His mind fogged up with the image of that oddly alluring Human form of his that Veildorm had been obsessed with. He pictured that heavy hairy chest and those broad thighs. Those powerful glutes and bulging arms. And that adorably handsome face. And to think that when he awoke… that would all belong to him. It almost didn’t seem real. But until reality could prove it, he’d slip away into blissful unconsciousness.

Once he was out, the scientists and doctors began their work. Carefully opening up Veildorm’s Archosian skull until his brain was exposed and ready for the taking. They gently removed it from its previous home, leaving Veildorm’s original body an empty husk while his Brain was transported across the OR.

Then came phase two. They couldn’t just cut out an Archosian brain and stuff it into a Human head. The two wouldn’t be compatible. Not naturally anyway. So some augmentation was in order. Some of the best surgical hands Veildorm had aboard his fleet worked tirelessly to remould certain parts of his disembodied brain matter. A few parts were even removed entirely while some new artificial pieces were added in. They had to be careful as to not damage anything along the way or it could risk leaving the Commander with an assortment of permanent mental injuries. Luckily they hadn’t made a mistake yet on any of their previous procedures and with all the practice, they were even less likely to do so now.

The modifications took the longest to complete because of how delicate of a process it was. Even when compared to safely removing a brain. But after a solid thirty seven hours of continuous surgery with doctors swapping in and out on shifts, Veildorm’s brain was finally ready and compatible with the Human body. As such it was left in a large preservative tube while the doctors moved onto phase three.

Inside the chamber where most of the remaining Humans were now being held, Kenneth thrashed about as three crew members tried to restrain him. They’d been sent to collect him at the request of the doctors. There was only so much of a fight he could put up while cuffed and naked. Thus, his efforts were in vain. The rest of the Humans could only watch in horror as the strongest of them was dragged away into the unknown, leaving them to sit knowing that sooner or later it would be their turn.

Kenneth was sedated soon after being strapped down to an operating table. As soon as he was out, they began by shaving his head completely bald. After which his skull was carefully cut open to reveal his Human brain sitting inside, pulsing gently. The doctors and scientists got to work surgically removing Kenneth’s brain from his body. Serving its connections to the body with great care. And once it was out, they placed it inside a jar of preservative fluid for safe keeping alongside all the other Human brains. And that’s where it would stay. After that his body was vacant with space for a new brain to move in.

Only after all the necessary preparations had been made did the fourth and final phase of the transplant get underway. It was the most important one of all. The tube-like canister containing Veildorm’s augmented brain was wheeled beside the operating table where Kenneth’s body lay. After one final check to make sure everything was in working order, tools, body and brain, they got to work one last time on former Subject 109.

Veildorm’s brain was lifted gently from its canister. The inside of Kenneth’s skull was ready to receive it. The surgeons lowered their Commander’s elegant brain inside and began connecting it to its new and equally elegant Human body. Reattaching nerve endings. Connecting blood flow. Wiring everything up nice and neat. And though it’s not as simple as it might sound, the skilled doctors were able to perform the final phase of the surgery with flawless accuracy. It wasn’t long before Veildorm’s brain was pulsing in rhythm with Kenneth’s Human heart. His Human heart.

Once they were sure everything was in working order, the surgery was concluded by reattaching the top of Kenneth’s skull to his head. The scar where it’d been opened healed over within an hour thanks to the advanced medical tech Archosians had developed. There was hardly any trace at all that his head had been cut into, nor that his brain had been replaced with a far superior one.

———

The first thing Veildorm saw when he regained consciousness was the bright overhead lights of the examination room. He struggled to open his eyes as they fought to adjust. And yet even as his vision began to acclimate to the light, a profound sense of vertigo washed over him. It was as though he was laid against a spinning turn table that caused the ceiling above him to twist in and out of focus. As such he found himself squeezing his eyes shut again with a low groan. But even that felt wrong as it felt like only two of his three eyes responded. Yet his vision still went black behind his eyelids. Had one of his eyes gone blind? Surely not. He would still feel it wouldn’t he?

“Try not to move too much sir.” A voice said, somewhere on his right. He recognised it as the voice of one of his lead Scientists. “Your waking mind is still acclimating. It’ll take a bit of time before you fully adjust.”

“H-huh? Wha-?” Veildorm grumbled, only half comprehending the words. “Adjust? I don’t…” He trailed off as his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. It was as though a thick haze had settled over his thoughts.

“You’re going to feel foggy for a few minutes but your memories will return shortly. Your brain is just figuring out how to reboot in its new state.” The voice said again.

Veildorm didn’t respond. He just made another whirring noise as he tried his utmost to gather his thoughts. He dug through the dense mist that’d settled over his mind in search of answers. Little pieces came slowly. He remembered the planet Earth. How it’d looked so similar to his homeworld Archolm-Rem. He remembered celebrating with his crew at having discovered such a gem. And then those celebrations turned to long distance spying of the planet as they learned of its inhabitants…

Humans.

Before he could dig any deeper, Veildorm began to gain a deeper sense of his own body. And right away he knew that something was off. Though it was hard to put his finger on it while his eyes were still squeezed shut, he knew something was different. For a start he could only feel the faint buzz of pins and needles in two arms rather than three. Just like with his eyes, it was as though one of his arms had vanished somehow. As if it’d been amputated. Yet at the same time he didn’t feel as though anything was missing even if all logic dictated the opposite. Same went for the legs. He could only sense two. And on top of it all, he felt so squishy? Fleshy? As if he’d somehow shed his tough scaly exterior to reveal something supple underneath. Not to mention the strange weight between his legs that he couldn’t even begin to explain…

After a few long moments, Veildorm slowly opened his eyes again in a squint. Still only two of them. The light didn’t seem as harsh this time around and the room had mostly ceased its nauseous spinning. He took that as a sign to cautiously open his eyes a little further before turning his head to one side. Even that small motion felt odd. And as he looked around, he saw what he would’ve expected to see in the examination room. A small team of crew members, mostly doctors and/or scientists. Various monitors and cameras dotted around the space. An emergency medical kit close by. He was familiar with the sight from all the times he and his crew had examined specimens from other planets in rooms just like this around the ship. But never before had he seen it from this angle as the one being examined.

“W-why… am I here?” Veildorm croaked. He was starting to notice the stark difference in his voice now as well.

“Your operation was a success sir. Resoundingly so.” One of the many crew members around him said, though he couldn’t decipher which. “You were stable enough that we moved you out of the medical bay and into the examination room just a few hours ago. Scaring to the skull is minimal and best of all there have been no signs of rejection from your new body. We’ll need to monitor you closely for a few days to be certain but at this point it’s safe to say you’re in the clear.” The voice continued on gleefully.

“Operation? New body?” Veildorm’s train of thought from before was slowly beginning to move again. The Humans. He remembered now. He’d gotten tired of watching and decided to take matters into his own hands. Sending some elite troops to abduct and bring some of them back. They’d gotten so much juicy information out of them. And amongst them there was one in particular. Subject… 109? Yes 109. That was him. Veildorm had obsessed over that Human. So much so that when they commenced the project to replace all the Human’s brains with Archosian ones, Veildorm signed himself up to-

It hit him.

Veildorm’s eyes shot wide open as the fog finally began to lift. His heart felt as though it was about to hammer its way out of his chest as the realisation of what had happened dawned on him. A wave of pure adrenaline mixed with cautious excitement washed over him as he finally lifted his head to look down at himself. What he saw was nothing short of mind boggling.

Suddenly all the weird sensations made sense. The missing appendages. The lack of a third eye. The bewildering feel of his skin. All the things that made him uniquely Archosian seemingly stripped away. Because he wasn’t an Archosian anymore. Veildorm was a Human. Or rather he had the body of one. And just from this angle alone he knew exactly which Human he was inside. He could tell purely by the curvature of his pectorals and the modest hair that coated them. Not to mention the densely muscled arms that laid either side of him, now twitching as he tried moving them for the first time. There was no doubt. Kenneth. Subject 109. The most alluring of them all.

“Careful sitting up Commander.” Another doctor told him as they watched him already attempting to do so.

Veildorm groaned again slightly as his back and abs flexed for the first time. His vision dulled for a moment at the brief drop in blood pressure due to the sudden action. It didn’t help that he was still adjusting to seeing with just two eyes. Even as his blood pressure returned to normal seconds later, he struggled to keep his vision in focus properly. But that didn’t stop him from getting at least a somewhat decent look at his new body.

As his memories began returning in full, Veildorm of course remembered that he’d requested Kenneth’s body specifically. However that didn’t make it feel any less surreal to actually have it in his possession. Knowing it would soon be his and actually owning it were two very different things. And now he finally got to reap the rewards of the risks he’d taken since discovering Earth.

He lifted up his arms slowly. Just the two of them. Yet again feeling the subtle flex of Human muscle beneath his softer skin. Despite the fleshy exterior of the human body, it still managed to feel powerful. Even in the smallest of movements he could feel the potential for strength behind them. Not to mention the weight. His arms previously had been long and slender. These arms however were thick, bulky and heavy yet satisfying all the same. And as he moved his arms around he little, he noted how their size didn’t particularly seem to limit their range of motion beyond. A fact he already knew from all the human studies that’d been conducted but he tested nonetheless.

He reached around with one meaty human hand and used it to squeeze one of his biceps. At first the muscle yielded under his touch which was a strangely satisfying feeling. The moment he tensed the bicep however, it felt hard as steel. So fascinating. His curiosity only continued along that arm as he felt up the triceps next before moving along to his wide boulder-like shoulders. And finally his chest. The shivering that touching those hairy pecs sent up his human spine was unlike anything Veildorm had ever experienced. The way they were both firm and soft at the same time as he cupped them, using both hands now. It was euphoric. And the nipples that tipped them. They seemed pointless on the male body and yet they brought so much gratification just by grazing his fingers across them. His breathing stammered a little as he held his muscled human chest for a long moment. It was everything he’d imagined it would be.

“This… this is…” He struggled to stitch his thoughts into a full sentence as he finally pulled his hands away from his pecs so that he could examine them properly. Only five fingers instead of six. But they were meatier and less skeletal than his former hands had been. His palms were like calloused mitts where the soft human skin seemed to be at its roughest and toughest. As simple as it was, he couldn’t help clenching these new hands over and over in wonder. “This is… really something else.” He finished with a hitch of delight in his tone.

The Commander took a long deep breath and felt as the air passed through his new body before exiting again gracefully. With that he finally looked further south. Past his new abdominal muscles and towards his groin where an entirely new appendage hung. A Human penis and testicles, both sitting so heavy and elegant between his legs. Of course Veildorm had never before had reproductive organs like this which of course only made them more intriguing. Hypnotic even in the sense that he could hardly pull his attention away. He’d always found the Human male sex organs to be particularly fascinating to look at but not that appreciation had bloomed ten fold as he saw it through Human eyes. Especially knowing that he owned them.

His curious hands slowly made their way down towards the thick shaft. It’d grown to a half erection in the time he’d been awake due to his bubbling excitement and was now throbbing dutifully against his right thigh. A small gasp escaped his mouth when he finally clasped a palm around the girthy length. He knew from all the experiments that the Penis was an incredibly sensitive appendage but even still nothing could’ve prepared him for how wonderful it felt to encapsulate it. To really feel all those sensitive nerves spring to life, sending pleasure signals shooting up towards his augmented brain that caused his eyes to flutter. He only got as far as a few glorious pumps before he remembered that he was surrounded by his crew.

He pulled his hand back just as his cock had begun to blossom into a full on erection. “Wow. This thing is… alluring.” He muttered softly. “But I can hardly control it.” He continued on as he found himself unable to stop it from stiffening until it felt like a perpetually flexed muscle. No matter how much he tried to will it to return to a relaxed flaccid state, his new hefty cock stayed pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

“It’s not a simple appendage to control. It’s controlled more by subconscious bodily reactions and emotions than direct signals from the brain. It’s normal for human males to struggle to control it when aroused or stimulated.” One doctor said, maintaining professionalism. “As I’m sure you remembered from our many physical experiments.”

Veildorm nodded slowly. As he did however, his attention shifted towards his head. He noticed it briefly before but the small motion had called awareness to it yet again. The shape and weight of it, just like the rest of the Human form, was so unlike what he was used to. Enough so that his hands found their way up towards it so they could inspect its form.

The first thing that shocked him was the lack of any kind of snout like Archosians have. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it sooner but the flatness of his face was jarring. No longer did his jaw and nose stuck out but rather they sat level with the rest of his features. His fingers roamed over the shape of his skull. Tracing over the ridges under skin as he examined each and every ridge. Everything was so much more compact.

And of course this meant that his hands found themselves running through his new facial hair. Between pressing his fingers to those Human lips and curling them around the ears, he allowed them to brush through the thick beard Kenneth had kept. Admiring its fullness with every little prickle the individual hairs made against his skin. It felt surprisingly satisfying to just scratch his nails through it and really admire how dense it was. Hair was such an interesting thing.

On the opposite side of the coin, Veildorm was equally bewildered by the lack of hair on his head. Especially when the Kenneth he knew had quite a nice head of it. Of course he was aware that the doctors had needed to shave it off. He thought he’d be more disappointed but honestly he didn’t hate the rough scratchy feeling of a shaved scalp. It was certainly a lot more pleasant to touch than he would’ve imagined but at this point the same went for every part of this new body.

Eventually Veildorm found himself attempting to swing his legs over the side of the bed he’d been sitting on. The movement was difficult at first and a little disorienting as the doctors persuaded him to be careful. Despite that, his new sizable Human feet soon touched the cold floor. Toes wriggling slightly as he geared himself up to stand. The doctors around him remained in standby, ready to catch him if ended up simply throwing himself on the floor. Thankfully they didn’t need to as Veildorm was able to stand himself up in one smooth motion. Powerful glutes flexed momentarily as he rose to his newfound full height before relaxing again. He wobbled slightly as he stood in place for a moment but he remained on his feet. Triumphant.

“There’s really no need to rush Commander. You should really give yourself a little longer to-” But before the doctor could finish, he had to watch as Veildorm took his first shaky step away from the bed.

“W-whoa. Okay…” Veildorm managed to maintain his balance despite stumbling just a little bit. Those strong meaty trunks he now called legs were doing a good enough job at keeping this body upright so far. So he didn’t waste much time taking another step. However he got a little too hasty that time and would’ve undoubtedly faceplanted into the floor had one of his crew members not caught his moments beforehand.

“Sir really. You should lie down for a bit longer. Give yourself some time to adjust. You’ve only just woken up.” They told him, almost begging now.

Veildorm glanced at the crew member holding him and then at the mirror across the room. “Fine. But only if you help me get a good look at my new reflection first. I need to see this.” He bargained.

The scientists and doctors shrugged and nodded, knowing full well the Commander wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And so the one holding Veildorm helped him take step after step across the room, cock still hard and bouncing with each one. Until finally, Veildorm was face to face with the reflective surface that showed him his new identity. Clear as crystal.

“I’m… a Human.” Veildorm whispered softly into the mirror. It was big enough to show not only his head but his torso too all the way down to his upper thighs. His mind struggled to process it initially. It wanted to interpret the sight as him looking into a monitor showing subject 109 because how could that possibly be him. But as the man in the mirror moved in sync with every tiny movement Veildorm made, it became impossible for his subconscious to deny. And as wonderful as that reality was, it was still hard to swallow. So much so that weird sense of vertigo from earlier began to return in small waves. For a moment leaving him a little faint as he leaned harder against the crew member trying to keep him steady.

He closed his eyes briefly and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. It was just enough to keep him afloat for now. With that he reached up to touch his new human face again. It was more intense now that he could see it reflected back at him. His human hand roaming over the pinkish skin and admiring the details. Then slowly slipping down his body again and touching each muscle, this time with even more care and wonder than before.

The sight of himself, both in the mirror and when he looked down, ignited a fire in his belly unlike anything he’d ever felt before. It was like a needy desire for himself. Something so deep and primal that was urging him for some kind of release. A type of sensation Archosians had never known. Lust. Raw, unfiltered lust. For himself. For this body. It was hard to comprehend how his new human instincts could desire his own body so badly. It made him want to grab and dominate himself somehow. But also to worship himself? It was difficult for his waking mind to interpret. All he knew was that his cock was now throbbing harder than ever as he found himself subconsciously bucking his hips in the mirror. A small bead of precum even welling up at the tip.

“This is… overwhelming. So intense. I feel like an animal but-” He stopped short as his hand finally reached his cock again, pumping it a few times. He couldn’t help himself. Until another wave of faintness washed over him. He would’ve collapsed on the spot had he not still been supported.

“Alright that's enough sir. Let’s get you back in bed to rest.” They told him. “The extra blood flow being conducted to your penis certainty isn’t helping right now.”

As Veildorm was helped back onto the medical bed, he couldn’t help but grin. This body was already showering him with so many delights he had yet to fully explore. He could hardly wait to have some time alone in the coming days to finally get to know Kenneth on a much deeper level than ever before…

———

“I’m starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.” Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. “I truly didn’t expect it to feel so… comfortable.”

Two weeks had passed since Veildorm’s surgery had been a resounding success. In that time he’d gained much greater control over his new form. Within days he was able to move about completely unassisted. He’d gained better control over smaller functions like focusing his eyesight. He’d adapted to only having two arms and two legs. Even this new skin started to feel normal to him. Veildorm didn’t expect to be able to adapt this quickly but when you fall as deeply in love with your vessel as he did, it makes sense.

In that time his hair had started to grow back. No longer was his head shaved bald. Instead he rocked a short but neat looking cut that’d been trimmed slightly around the sides upon request. Not quite the elegant full hair Kenneth had maintained previously but it looked good nonetheless. Over time it was sure to regrow to its former glory. Unless he wanted to return to the bald look of course. He’d actually enjoyed that more than he thought he would. It was something to think about.

However one thing he knew he wasn’t ever going to shave was all this body hair. It was just delightful. The satisfaction he got from running his fingers through his chest hair was unlike anything else. It always seemed to trigger a response from his cock, no matter how mild. The same went for everywhere else on his body. His stomach. His face. His arms and legs. And of course he couldn’t forget his fuzzy new Human bubble butt.

Veildorm had only gotten to appreciate his new backside in the days following his procedure when he finally got some time to himself. The doctors had been reluctant to leave his side at first just in case something went wrong. But eventually Veildorm had convinced them to give him some privacy. That was when the real fun began.

The first thing he did was get up and stand before the mirror once again. Admiring his reflection in a way he hadn’t been able to with all those prying eyes on him. Groping at his muscle tits. Flexing his arms. Growling like an animal as he let the heightened testosterone of a human male in its prime take over his decision making. One of those decisions had been to turn around and get a good look at his new ass. Initially he wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to look at it but as soon as he saw his new muscle ass in the reflection, he understood. A pair of large and powerful glutes covered in a modest dusting of hair. It was a brilliant sight, one that caused his altered brain to light up with an unbridled hunger. And despite it being an impossible task, he’d wished to plunge his own cock into those cheeks and into the hole they hid between them. And right on cue, his cock was hard as steel.

In hindsight it made sense as to why he’d felt that way. Thinking back to how Human males had a sensitive prostate that could be sufficiently stimulated via anal penetration, it only made sense for them to have an urge to do so. Whether it be to themselves or other males. And in that moment, Veildorm wasn’t sure which side of that coin he was more curious about. But instead he resigned to simply groping and kneading at the bubbly flesh of his ass while truly jerking his thick human cock for the first time.

Needless to say, Veildorm had experienced many human orgasms over the last two weeks. It was a pleasure that he couldn’t help indulging in whenever he had the privacy to do so. And what was the harm? There was no downside to it. He always felt refreshed afterwards. The act itself brought levels of pleasure he’d never before known. And getting to see such a heavy flow of virile cum spilling from his cock caused his chest to swell with such pride for his new vessel. He was well aware of how odd that pride was for simply knowing how highly capable he was of reproduction but it was a natural human response. Likely to encourage males to have offspring. Regardless he enjoyed the feeling enough that he found himself experiencing it again and again and again. Every time covering his hairy abs in a white glaze.

And now here he was. Fully adjusted. Standing in nothing but a tight plain uniform that hugged his muscled form,

“That is… great news sir.” A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. Garlund. “If I’m not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.”

Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. “I’m aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.” He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. “And impressive levels of virility.” He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. “I’ve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.”

“Well I… I couldn’t be happier for you sir.” Garlund praised, finding it hard to look his Commander in the eyes as he spoke. “H-Have you spoken to the high council yet about our progress on your scheme?”

Veildorm shook his head. “Not yet but I plan to fill them in soon. We’re waiting on the last couple of Archosian to Human brain transplants to be completed. If they all go well I can report a one hundred percent success rate. With how skeptical they seemed last I spoke to them, that should help reassure them. Even if just a little.” He reasoned as he placed his hands behind his back in a very commanding sort of stance.

“And after that will we be proceeding to the next step?” Garlund asked, rubbing two of his hands together. “What we’ve done already was such a leap beyond protocol. But to take it even further by dropping you and the others on Earth??”

“We will.” Veildorm confirmed with certainty. “Infiltrating Human society is necessary for taking their planet from them and making it our own. We can deepen our understanding of them. Learn their strengths and weaknesses as a population. Then plan accordingly.” He glanced down at himself. Watching the way his broad chest rose and fell with every breath. Such a sight to behold. “I will take on the name of Kenneth Barnes and use this identity to help make Earth our new utopia.”

Garlund sniffled. “Wow sir. You’re such an inspiration. To sacrifice your true body to become one of them out of pure dedication to our cause. You are something else.” He said, laying it on a little thick. “It’s a shame you’ll be stuck like this though. The doctors say there’s no way to reverse the augmentations to the brain.”

“I’m aware of that too.” Veildorm hummed. “It’s no matter. I’ve resigned myself to this Human fate and I’m more than content to see it through.” He glanced across the room at a small mirror that sat on his desk. In it he saw his new bearded face. Handsome but so far from what he once knew. “Like I said, it’s comfortable. And oddly… liberating in many ways. Not to mention humans seem to have a similar life span to us and Kenneth here was a good ten years younger than I was. So if anything I’ve given myself more time in this life. That I’m grateful for.”

“Liberating… I can only imagine what it must feel like.” Garlund croaked. “Humans do seem very graceful.” He continued on with morbid curiosity flooding his tone.

Veildorm smirked. “If you’re that curious maybe we’ll have to bring back another batch of humans in the near future. Sign you up for a transplant.” He said half jokingly.

“O-oh I’m not so-o sure I cou-uld.” Garlund stumbled through his words clumsily at the offer.

“Think about it. Who knows? You could join me someday. I’m sure we could find you a human vessel befitting an assistant for my new self.” Veildorm teased before tuning on his heel and walking over towards his desk. “Anyway, I have some work to attend to. I need to make sure everything is in order for my second in command when I leave this fleet in his hands. Some privacy would be appreciated.”

Garlund nodded, still a little flushed from the Commander’s prior offer. “Of course sir. I won’t be far if you need anything.” He said before slinking away out the door and into the vast hallway, leaving Veildorm alone.

He sighed as he sat and leaned back in his seat, legs spread as most humans males did. It was true that he still had lots to prepare but he had more than enough time to get it all done. In the meantime there was no reason he couldn’t have a little more fun and relax a little. He’d earned it after all the risks he’d taken. At least that’s what he told himself the last dozen times he whipped out his cock and blew a huge load all over himself in creamy ecstasy.

He pawed at his bulge a little as reached down and opened one of his desk drawers. Inside rolled the shaft of one of the many probes that’d been used on the males during the experiments. Bulbous and phallic. Next to it rolled a small canister of lubricant.

“About time I take this backside for a real test drive before heading to Earth.” He told himself as he pulled both out of the draw and started lubing up the probe. Shortly after he stood and placed it down on his chair before removing the thin uniform that kept his body hardly concealed. After that he didn’t waste any time lowering himself onto the cock-like substitute with a deep moan that could no doubt be heard from outside his quarters.

Veildorm was going to make the absolute most of this new body and he couldn’t be more excited to mingle with the rest of the humans on Earth.

That used to be me pinned to the ground by officer Ben Collins, six foot four and 230 lbs of pure muscle who had pressed on my windpipe so hard when he tackled me to the ground I was almost killed. I hadn’t even been doing anything wrong but when you’ve been living on the streets for a couple years everyone thinks you’re guilty of something. Luckily for me my mother had made me wear a necklace since I was ten she said would protect me if I was ever in mortal danger. One minute I was seeing stars, the next I was looking down at my passed out and hand cuffed body below me. My old body was hauled away by another unit that had shown up and I sat in Collins' cruiser staring in disbelief at my new face in the mirror. He was huge,arms and legs the size of tree trunks, rippling abs and massive pecs I’d easily doubled in size in seconds. Was I dreaming, had I died on the street and this was what heaven was being in the body of a beautiful man? I didn’t know if this was real but I’d better enjoy it while I can. I unbuckled my belt and and caressed the bulge in my pants and unzipped my pants unleashing an eight inch monster that smacked the steering wheel and proceeded to get fully undressed right there the tinted windows hopefully providing cover. The power I felt was enough to drive me crazy it only took a few minutes of working my large hands up and down his already glistening meat while hearing the sound and feeling the weight of his hefty balls slapping against my skin around me before I was making a mess all over the car. I was left smiling and chest heaving basking in the smell of sweat and sex that radiated from my new body as the police dispatch tried to reach me over the radio.

That was a few weeks ago and it wasn’t a dream my new body was mine to keep and I still had all of the knowledge of how to do his job. I decided to pay it forward. I let people who seemed like they needed a break like the old me off with a warning, meanwhile rich entitled assholes found themselves getting a ticket for going one mile over the speed limit. My favorite way of helping the community was patrolling around my old favorite hookup spots and stopping the same kind of twinks that always drove me crazy. I loved how they would stare not at my face, no but at my uniform the first three buttons always undone my pecs and chest hair always popping out strategically. Then they would make their way down to my crotch. I always made sure to wear my tightest pair of pants those days almost busting a seam when my dick would pulse with excitement and while their eyes were undressing me I would slip them my card and say in my deep gravely voice, “hope I can see you tonight handsome”. On the card was my new address, a beautiful house in the suburbs that I’m sure Ben was planning to fill with a wife and a couple of brats, followed by the words, “ To Protect and Serve YOU, come by and I’ll show you a good time”.

In the sun-dappled glow of the Madrigal casita’s ornate inner chamber, vibrant patterned ceilings swirling with greens and golds overhead. Camilo stood proudly in Mariano Guzman’s towering form, every inch of his sweat-slicked skin gleaming like fresh oil under the warm light filtering through the tall windows. His massive pecs rose and fell with each slow breath, the thick slabs of muscle so swollen and round they jutted out obscenely, dark nipples stiffening into fat nubs as a bead of perspiration rolled down the deep valley between them.

“Mmm, Carlos… you’ve been staring at me like that for a while now, haven’t you? Desnúdame con la mirada cada vez que me veas caminando por la plaza.”

Camilo's voice already turned into Mariano’s rich, velvety baritone, his full lips curling into a lazy, teasing smirk while one thick hand lazily raked through his dark wavy locks, flexing the cannonball bicep until it peaked like a mountain. The motion made his enormous chest bounce heavily, the wet slap of flesh audible as sweat flew. Carlos swallowed hard, cheeks flushing deep crimson, his eyes glued to the hypnotic sway of those glistening man-tits.

Carlos shifted on his feet, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath him as he tried not to let his gaze drop lower to the ridiculous eight-pack abs glistening with rivulets of sweat that disappeared into the waistband of loose trousers already tenting obscenely from the thick bulge of Camilo’s borrowed cock.

“I-I don’t know what you mean, Camilo… or, uh, Mariano? This is so weird but… Mierda, you look exactly like him,” he stammered, voice cracking with nervous lust while his hands fidgeted at his sides. Camilo chuckled low and deep, the sound vibrating through his barrel chest as he took a deliberate step closer, the heat radiating off his pumped body like a furnace.

“Call me whatever feels right, Mi amor. I shifted just for you—felt every muscle swell bigger, thicker, this fat cock getting heavier between my thighs the second I thought of helping you out." His fingers brushed Carlos’s arm, leaving a slick trail of sweat that made the younger man shiver visibly. "Feel how real it is? You finally living your biggest fantasy, huh?”

The air grew thicker with the musky scent of Camilo’s transformed body, a potent mix of manly sweat and raw arousal wafting from his pits and the deep cleft of his pecs as he leaned in, his stubbled jaw brushing Carlos’s ear.

“Tu cuerpo está temblando, Carlos… but your eyes keep flicking back to these big, juicy tits of mine. Go on, touch them. I know you’ve been dying to since you asked me to become him for you,” Camilo whispered huskily, his breath hot and ragged, a soft ahhh escaping his lips as he arched his back to push those massive, sweat-drenched pecs forward invitingly.

Carlos’s hand trembled as it rose, fingertips grazing the warm, slippery skin right over one fat nipple, feeling it pebble harder under his touch with a wet schlick from the slickness.

“Holy shit… they’re so fucking huge and soft yet hard underneath,” Carlos breathed, voice thick with awe and hunger, his own cock twitching visibly in his pants.

Camilo groaned softly, the sound low and throaty like as Carlos’s palm pressed firmer into the yielding muscle, squeezing the heavy pec meat until it bulged between his fingers.

“That’s it, squeeze ‘em harder… fuck, feels so good having this body all pumped and sensitive like this. Every touch makes my nipples ache, my balls feel fuller, this fat Mariano dick throbbing for you already,” he growled, hips rolling forward so the thick outline of his hardening shaft nudged against Carlos’s thigh with a heavy thump. The room’s colorful rugs muffled their shuffling feet as Camilo’s free hand cupped the back of Carlos’s neck, pulling him closer until their chests nearly brushed, sweat transferring in sticky strands. Carlos moaned quietly,

“Mmm… you smell so fucking good, all manly and sweaty,” his fingers now kneading both pecs in slow, reverent circles, thumbs flicking the stiff nubs until Camilo’s breath hitched in a sharp “hahh!"

Sweat continued to pour down Camilo’s chiseled torso in shiny trails, tracing every ridge of his abs and pooling in the deep navel before soaking into the fabric below where his massive cock strained, the head already leaking precum that darkened the material with a growing wet spot.

“Keep playing with them, Carlos… pinch those fat nipples like you mean it. I can feel my whole body getting hotter—just for you,” Camilo urged, his voice dropping into a filthy purr as he flexed his entire upper body, making every muscle pop and dance under Carlos’s eager hands.

The wet squish-squish of palms sliding over oiled skin filled the air alongside their mingled breaths, Carlos’s face now buried against the valley of those heaving pecs, inhaling deeply with a muffled mmphhh of pure bliss. Camilo’s hand slid lower, tracing Carlos’s spine teasingly, fingers dipping just under his shirt hem.

Carlos pulled back just enough to look up into those dark, smoldering eyes, his lips parted and glistening as another bead of sweat from Camilo’s brow dripped onto his cheek. “I’ve wanted Mariano—wanted you like this—so bad… but feeling it for real, all this muscle and heat… it’s making me so fucking hard it hurts,” he confessed breathlessly, one hand still groping a massive pec while the other dared to slide down the slick abs, fingertips brushing the waistband where the thick root of Camilo’s cock pulsed visibly.

“Nngh… yeah? Then don’t stop, baby. Stroke it through the pants first—feel how thick and heavy Mariano’s dick is because of you, ahhhh…” Camilo sighed, the word stretching long and needy as Carlos obeyed, palm cupping the massive bulge and rubbing slow, firm circles that made the fabric stretch tauter. The obscene schlick-schlick of precum-slick cloth filled the quiet room, their bodies inching ever closer in the colorful light.

The chandelier above cast golden highlights across Camilo’s glistening shoulders and traps as he tilted his head back slightly, dark wavy hair falling messily while another deep groan rumbled from his chest—“fuuuuck, just like that… Me encanta muchísimo.”—his hips bucking lazily into Carlos’s hand with wet, rhythmic slaps of skin on fabric. Carlos’s own breathing grew ragged, cheeks burning as he squeezed the throbbing length harder, feeling every vein and the fat head flare under his grip.

“It’s so big… bigger than I imagined, and it’s twitching like it wants out already,” he murmured, voice husky with lust, free hand still mauling the heavy left pec until the nipple stood out like a dark cherry. Camilo’s eyes half-lidded in pleasure, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as sweat dripped from his chin onto Carlos’s upturned face.

“Then pull it out, Carlos… ¿Te atreves a hacer eso?" Camilo teased, voice thick with building lust, his free hand now running through his own hair.

"Coach wanted me to apologize, said I was being dumb, the guy yelled at me for a whole hour. I'm sorry," he said, looking down. "I hope your ass is clean, dude we eat on there." I narrowed my eyes as he jumped off. "Yeah, I cleaned up in the shower, even up there," he looked back at his ass. Just then I got a call, it was from Dan's wrestling coach. "Hey, Coach Erwin, what's going on?"

"Hey Chris," a gruff deep voice answered on the other line. "I've send Dan over to give you an apology, I put him back in his place. He never should have called you a faggot and broken your laptop." As coach was talking to me, I saw Dan craw over and got on his knees as he went to unzip my pants. He fished out my dick and gingerly started to suck on it. "As the sports department head peer tutor please know I will exercise all that is in my power to keep you satisfied and committed to our athletes, even if it means showing my guys what they have to do to not get kicked off the team. Dan's been on thin ice so far with his grades, so I'm sorry for the sudden switch up with Eric, though I hear he's been doing well and passing his classes thanks to you. I also hear he's been showing how "appeciative" he is to some of the other coaches here for keeping him on his scholarship. I hope you can do the same with Dan here." I nodded and responded that Dan's doing his best right now, and we can try again." "Great, consider your laptop comped by our department, just send over the model and specs you need. Dan here can make up the costs with some of the extra work he'll be doing for you, he's probably doing it right now."

I looked down as Dan tried to deepthroat me to the hilt. Gagging louder than he should have. Coach must have heard him. "Yeah, you'll have to train him on that, sorry I could only do so much with the few hours I had after he came to me." I said goodbye as I grabbed the back of Dan's head and pushed him all the way down, feeling his throat muscles struggle as it massaged my girth and length. After hanging up I looked at him as I released him for air. He coughed and didn't say anything as he tried to get back on my dick. "What did coach tell you? Look at up at me. Don't touch our face." His eyes were red and teary, "don't talk back unless told to, and to make sure Chris is satisfied so he can tutor." I looked down at this dick. It was hard. "You're a fucking closet case, huh. Hypocrite. How many guys have you had sex with?" He trembled and said I was his first. "Well, let's get your ass acquainted with the dick that you'll have inside you the most while you're here on campus. Do a good job and I won't have your professors flunk you. Now get up and bend over that countertop you were on. He nodded as he did so, perking out his large muscled ass and flaring out his back as I told him exactly how I was going to fuck him right now, tonight, and every day after that.

The summer twilight bled into the valley. Two college friends James and Frank finally arrived at the remote mountain cabin with their meager belongings, nothing but the clothes which they were wearing and valuables they did not want to put in the checked luggage, with weary sighs. Their graduation trip had started as a nightmare: canceled flights, lost luggage, and a grueling hike through the rain.

"At least we made it," James muttered, his blond hair plastered to his forehead. He was lean, almost boyish, with the soft frame of a student who spent more time in libraries than in gyms.

Frank, also lanky and clean-shaven with short dark hair hummed in an agreement.

They noticed that on the coffee table sat a bottle of sparkling wine and a paper card with a note. This created smiles on their faces.

James immediately took the bottle and started to open it. “This will cheer us up,” said James battling the wire muzzle hold the cork in the bottle.

Frank read the note. “Welcome to Bear Cabin. Enjoy this bottle and get strength! Get strength? A bit cryptic for a welcome gift,” Frank remarked.

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We stayed at a bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, in an area where the houses were quite far apart. The owner greeted us warmly when we arrived, loaded with our heavy luggage. He was a tall, burly man with a very attractive face and a manly brown beard.

"Welcome! You must be the Martins, correct?" He asked. He spoke English pretty good but with a very thick accent. We nodded. "I'm Vladimir but please, call me Vlad. I'll be your host."

My wife and I shared a knowing look. What were the odds of our host had the same name as the character Dracula was based on? We smiled and introduced ourselves. Then Vlad explained the rules and schedule of the house. He was very likable and smiled a lot. I didn't know if it was my impression but those smiles seemed to linger more in my direction. Apparently, Vlad lived on the ground floor and upstairs there were three rooms for the guests. We were the only ones staying there the next three nights so he gave us the biggest room.

Vlad made a gesture to follow him up the stairs and insisted on carrying our bags. He looked strong with muscular arms and a wide chest under his white shirt but our bags were very heavy. He picked them up like they weighed nothing, without showing any signs of struggle, and began to climb. I was behind him. He was wearing black tight leather pants that hugged his ass perfectly and it was right in front of my eyes. It'd been a long time since I noticed such a perfect ass in a man. It was kinda hot. That thought surprised me and I shook my head.

"This is your room!" Proclaimed the big man once at the door. "Don't doubt to ask anything you need. Since you're the only guests I can take really good care of you." He winked at me when he said that. I took it as a friendly gesture and didn't give it any more thought.

We entered our room and prepared to undo our bags. It was a fairly large room, decorated in a modern style, with a double bed against one wall and a huge horizontal mirror at its foot. Beside the door was a wide wooden cupboard and on the opposite side of the door was a large window that opened onto a small balcony overlooking the green countryside meadow.

Once we left our suitcases in the room, Vlad explained the house rules regarding noise and the breakfast and meal times. Once we understood everything, he said goodbye and told us he was going to cook dinner.

After unpacking our bags, we realized we were beat after travelling so we decided to go for a walk in the town and grab an early dinner so we could rest and be energized for the excursion tomorrow.

We had a lovely time and had a traditional dish that I couldn't pronounce that was delicious. We also drank a whole bottle of red wine and had been flirting through the dinner. We were very happy and giddy so when we enter the house we were being a bit more handsy than we usually were. Vlad was sat on a table that double as the reception counter, working on his computer. We locked eyes when I had my tongue inside my wife's mouth while her hand was fondling my crotch. He gave me a knowing smile and raised an eyebrow. I stopped the kiss abruptly, mortified. I stammered an apology, and my wife pulled her hands away from me as soon as she realized our host had caught us. Vlad laughed.

"That's the charm of the village. Blood calls blood and in this land blod is present and alive. It's not rare that the night makes the blood boil with excitement. You know, blood is life and passion. It runs through our bodies to give us substance. It goes where it's needed. To our head, when we need to think fast. To our face, to show embarrassment." he pointed at my wife to make his point. He was reciting his words like an old poem. It was a little weird but the softness of his voice and the depth of his eyes made it almost hypnotic. "To our stomach when we're hungry. And somewhere else when we're exited." He gave me a naughty smile as he looked at the silhouette of my bricked dick in my pants. "Here, blood is sacred and one should neither ignore nor oppose its needs. Never be ashamed for following your blood as it is our nature and our destiny."

My wife and I were both speechless with our mouths open. I almost had the need to applaud after that monologue but before we could say anything, Vlad said goodnight and continued with his work on the computer. The last look that he gave me sent shivers down my spine. There was something about that man that kept me uneasy but intrigued at the same time. Also, he seemed to linger his sight on me more than on my wife.

We went up to our room and once inside we started making out like teenagers again. What our host said was true; I felt something in my blood that stirred my most basic passions. We disrobed eachother eagerly and when we were down to our underwear..

"Wait. Bathroom." She said and then ran to through the door, leaving me alone in the bedroom tenting my boxers.

Even though the sudden stop bothered me, it made me realise that I needed to go to so when she came out, I went in after a quick kiss.

"Don't take too long," she said as she stretched out sensually on the bed.

I didn't took long, but when I came out already naked, she had fallen asleep and was lying unconscious on the sheets, breathing softly. I was so horny I almos went and woke her but my good husband side won and I decided to rub one out by her side.

As I approached the bed, I realized the door to the balcony was open. I was sure we hadn't opened it and a chilling sensation ran down my spine. I went to close it very slowly and carefully when a gust of wind made the curtains move and I saw a figure outside, looking directly at me. I wanted to run, to scream, to wake up my poor unknowing wife, but I couldn't. As soon as his eyes made contact with mine, I was paralyzed. The presence took a step closer and I could tell that he was completely naked. He was more than two meters tall. A thin layer of light hair covered his pale skin which appears to glow bathed in moonlight. Muscular. Strong arms, thick thighs and wide chest. An impossibly huge cock dangled between his legs. He had an attractive manly face with a full dark beard. A penetrating gaze and very dark eyes were piercing into my soul. It was Vlad, our host. Suddenly, all the strange looks that I had caught, the friendly smiles, the flirty winks, changed their meaning. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes. A thirst. A lust. The calling of the blood that he had told us about. I heard him speak. No. I didn't hear him, but his voice was in my mind as clear as the moon in the sky.

"You look delicious, Mr. Martin." His mouth didn't open. Hi looked me up and down, enjoying my naked body. His lips only moved to form a sinister smile. "I can finally have you. Don't try to fight it. You're under my control." I was shivering in fear. I looked at my wife, still sleeping in bed. His chest, moving slowly. "Don't worry about her. She is in a deep deep sleep from which only I can awaken her. I needed her out of the picture so you and I could have a moment."

He walked slowly, almost as if he were floating, and covered the distance between us. I still couldn't move, rooted to the spot in the middle of the room. My gaze remained fixed on his. He was so close I could smell him. It was sweet and metallic, with a hint of fennel. I couldn't move because of his spell but even without it, I would be petrified by terror. Even so, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the man before me. It was very similar to that of a panther about to attack: dangerous, deadly, and elegant.

"You can touch me if you want", said Vlad.

My hand rose and rested on his chest. I couldn't tell if it was a voluntary movement or if her words compelled me to do it. Did I really want to caress that skin, white and gleaming like alabaster? I had never been interested in men in that way, but there was something magnetic and intriguing about him that awakened a feeling of curiosity mixed with risk and excitement, which diminished my uneasiness.

His skin was cold. Very cold. Colder than it should've been after standing outside naked. His hair tickled my fingertips and I could feel his muscles contract. I pressed my palm over his left pec and my blood froze. I opened my eyes with terror. He smiled, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so my back pressed firmly against his chest. That convinced me that what I had noticed before was real. I felt my heart racing in my chest, but I didn't feel his heartbeat in his. He spoke in my ear.

"Finally, you understand! Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to feel you." His hands roamed my torso. "To enjoy your body." He brought his hand to my crotch and circled my erection with his fingers. I didn't understand how I could be that excited in this situation. "To taste you." He exhaled this last word.

He kissed my earlobe and I moaned with delight. His cold fingers were flickering my hard nipples sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt his cock go hard against my ass cheeks. I was enjoying every sensation but at the same time, I felt conflicted by the fact that I was enjoying being touched like that by a man. My rational side was telling me to run away, even though my body wouldn't respond. That man, if he could be called that, was dangerous and I was letting him caress my naked body. Another part of me, one buried deep in my subconscious, was simply telling me to let myself go and enjoy it. He was making me feel something that I didn't know I craved. Meanwhile, my poor wife was still sleeping peacefully just a few feet away from us, and a feeling of guilt lingered in my mind.

I felt his hands on my dick again. He began a tender masturbation at the same time as he grinded his hard stake up and down my ass crack, rubbing my hole and making me moan. He was kissing my neck passionately when I felt a slight prick. I opened my eyes again and looked in the mirror, where I found my reflection looking back at me, alone. Another wave of fear and reassurance ran through my body when I found out that Vlad's image wasn't reflected in the mirror. I felt him sucking on my neck but on the silver surface only two small red dots over my yugular were proof that he was there. Everything was so intimate, so erotic. My dick was hard as steel and producing precum nonstop. He stopped sucking my neck, licked my wound and made a satisfied sigh.

"Ahhh, delicious. You tourists are so sweet."

He kissed my neck and continued kissing my back, going down as he kneeled. I felt how he departed my glutes and his icy tongue lapped the rim of my hole. My eyes rolled back and I concentrated on that amazing feeling and forgot about the rest of the world. He ate my ass for a long time but when he stopped I protested with a quiet whimper because I didn't want it to stop. He got up and turned me around to face him. He kissed me on the forehead and then gave me a deep passionate kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. To this day, I don't know if I did it voluntarily. I tasted my ass juices and the faint rests of my blood lingering on his tongue as we made out like horny teenagers. The viril man stopped the kiss and threw me on the bed where my wife was still asleep. He grabbed my ankles and bent my legs over my chest, folding my body to give him access to my hole at the same time as he watched my face. He placed his cock head on my entrance and pushed his hips slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. I felt how a hard throbbing cock entered me for the first time. Every vein was making an imprint in my memory and my ass walls. Once he was balls deep, I left a quiet moan and he smiled showing me his sharp fangs. Then, all the tenderness he had shown me disappeared and he began a brutal assault on my asshole. He fucked me like I've never seen anyone fuck. He moves his hips with rhythm and precision to hit my prostate every time he drilled me. I'd never felt so much pleasure. The strength he showed was otherworldly and the stamina... He never grunted or breathed heavy. It seemed like he couldn't get tired. The bed moved and made noises so loud that I thanked nobody else was in the house and that it was so secluded. I knew my wife was still sleeping on the other side but I didn't dare to look in her direction. I only had eyes for him. He kept fucking and fucking, fixing his gaze on mine. Suddenly, I began to feel the beginning of my impending orgasm. He must've seen it in my face because he learned forward and sank his teeth in my neck again. The acute, sharp pain only increased the pleasure I felt at that moment, and my mind went blank. Wave after wave of bliss, went through my body as my muscles spasm and I came between our bodies without touching my dick. The world around me disappeared as I drifted into weird dreams.

The trip was during spring break and involved a handful of mature men at an all-inclusive resort, taking excursions over a long weekend. My father returned from the trip a changed man, with a new group of friends with whom he was constantly making plans. I was very happy that my father had found his people.

A few months later, my father asked me for help fixing his laptop, and I took it home. The problem was minor, and I fixed it quickly, but since the computer was running very slowly, I decided to do a more thorough file cleanup. While browsing through folders, I found one called "Boy Scouts," which contained many photos of my father with his new group of friends. One of those photos particularly caught my attention because it showed my father and my father-in-law with some of his friends in a swimming pool, wearing only small, tight speedos. I was surprised they had convinced my father to wear something like that, despite him wearing the discreet black one. My father-in-law, on the other hand, was wearing the one with the brightest colors. I was also surprised to find the group of four mature men in the photo incredibly attractive. Their bodies clearly showed the results of hours and hours of work at the gym, and they were all very handsome, including my father, whom I had never looked at that way before. They looked like they were straight out of an internet porn blog dedicated to sexy daddies. Oh my god! That thought caught me completely off guard and I shook my head to get rid of it. The problem was that I wasn't too far away from reality.

I kept looking at those pictures of my father's sexy friends when I realized that they were turning raunchier. Hans touching eachother's pecs, a smiling face resting on a buble butt, a smooch on a flexing arm, my father-in-law and another guy licking another dude's nipples, and suddenly my dad taking a selfie while kissing a man with a moustache on the lips. I froze. I kept looking at that picture processing what I was seeing. The easier explanation was that those mature straight friends got drunk and began to take silly photos. Straight guys do that stuff all the time, right? I clicked to pass to the next picture. It was another kiss. This time, my father-in-law was openly making out with with another one of their friends. I could see their tongues touching. This was not something straight guys do. I brought my left hand to my crotch unconsciously and began to rub my growing dick. I knew I should stop looking at those pictures, that I was violating the privacy of my father and his friends, but there was something magnetic that had captured me and I couldn't stop. After some more PG13 pictures where the mature men kept kissing, licking and biting various parts of their anatomies, and one where all of them moon the camera with the waistbands of their skimpy swimsuits rested below their muscular asses; a video appeared. In the still that displayed before pressing play only showed a huge hairy butt of someone on all fours. I took a deep breath before clicking, my cock completely hard in my pants.

The video started and the butt jiggled as the man twerked. A big hand slapped one ass cheek and then the other, a wedding ring or the finger. Then, my father's face appeared on the scene just inches from the ass; he licked his lips and pressed his face between the glutes to begin rimning. In the video, you couldn't see my father's mouth but the wet sounds of his tongue against his friend's hole were enough to almost make me cum. The video was short and I never found out whose ass that was.

After that video came another one, and another one. In one of them, my father-in-law sucked a girthy cut cock with an impeccable technique. The dick's owner moaned as he presed down his head until it was buried all the way, the balls smashed to his chin.

In another clip, the man with the moustache and my dad, shared a long mushroom shaped dick between their lips. One worked the pink head and the other one ran his tongue up and down the shaft; they changed places and one lapped on the balls while the other one sucked the pole. Video after video passed, with some pictures in between, all of them full of naked mature daddies partaking in different sexual activities. All of them hot and sexy. I was fully jerking off at this point. I didn't care about how wrong it was.

Another video passed, this one with a close up of my father-in-law smiling. When I pressed play, it was clear that he was riding somebody. As the camera zoomed out, you could see that he was getting fucked reverse cowgirl style. He was getting impaled by a pretty big dick between a pair of thick hairy legs. The balls of the fucker bounced with each jump. A voice outside of frame suddenly asked: "How's his ass, Georgie?". An alarm went off in my brain. My father's name was George. On the screen, my father's head popped up behind my father-in-law's wide back. He was sweating, flustered and smiling, and he said: "as tight as ever!". I immediately fired one of the strongest cumshots of my life. Watching my father's hard meat pounding my father-in-law's huge ass was too much for me.

The meet-cute of a lifetime. If you ignore what the dog sees.

Chapter 1: MEAT CUTE

The heat that summer made everyone a little bit feral—but Finn was something else entirely.

You almost missed him, unbelievably. The air had gone thick and wet, everything smeared at the edges, and your keys were already between your fingers when movement caught in your peripheral vision.

He stood in the narrow strip of shade between Mrs. Huang's brick wall and the overgrown hedge, one hand braced on the top tube of his bike, the other wringing a cycling jersey like he was trying to murder it. Water poured out in clear ropes, splashing around his cleats, running in rivulets down calves that were—

You slowed without meaning to.

Not just beautiful. He was that, sure, in the too-much way that made your brain stutter. But it was what he was doing that stopped you.

His free hand came up, pushing soaked curls back from his forehead, and he paused. Stared at his own forearm like he'd never seen it before. Turned it slowly in the light, watching water bead and roll down the fine golden hair, tracing the line of tendon and vein with his fingernips. Not absently. Deliberately. The way you'd touch something precious and newly yours.

Then his fingers moved to his chest, skating through the wet hair there, and his lips parted. His breath caught.

He looked like a man discovering treasure.

You must have made a sound, or maybe he just felt you watching, because his head snapped up and the wonder smoothed instantly into something easier. Practiced. He smiled—wide and inviting, the kind that said I know exactly how this looks and I'm not sorry—and dropped his hand.

"Sorry." His voice was rougher than you expected, a rasp underneath the charm. "I'm kind of flooding your sidewalk."

You looked down. A thin river of water curved around your shoe, soaking into the cracked concrete.

"That's okay," you managed. "We needed a tide pool out here anyway."

Adventure of Jim and Zim: It Runs in the Family

*ding dong*

Huh.....I'm not expecting any guest....Daddy also said nothing about a guest coming today. Who could this be?

*ding dong*

Daddy is in the shower too, uggghhh this is so annoying, isn't he supposedly serve all my biddings and do these kind of menial stuff for me? I'm literally this close to shoot! If this is a mere regular DHL package stuff, I'll be very upset

*ding dong*

"WAIT UP, I'M COMING DOWN!" I screamed as I put my underwear and shorts on while trying to climb down the stairs

Right as I opened the door, slightly exasperated from the rush and my cock still semi inside my sweatpants, the sight in front me literally take me aback. What a fine specimen this guy is. That rugged face, the hazy judgmental eyes framed by that angular jawline....and God damn that black shirt really be tight everywhere as if he purposefully selected his shirt 2 sizes smaller when in fact it's just because this fine shit really got massive shoulder, pecs and biceps! Before the drool managed to escape my lips, I sucked it back in and control my perverted thoughts

"What can I help you with?"

"Ohh, am I in the right house? I'm looking for Nicholas Stone,"

"Uhh--- ohhh--"

"Is that who I think it is?" said Daddy from the stairs with just his sweatpants as he excitedly come down the stairs

"Damn right it's me," said the imposing guest as he casually shoved me away to hug my fucking Daddy as they both immediately embraced warmly followed with laughter as if this stranger is family. As Daddy probably realized my confusion while hugging the stranger, he winked and suddenly my cock stirred awake in excitement. Is this stud going to be added to the compound too???

"So, I guess you met our neighbor's son already, he's helping around here with cleaning and all, you know how the boys are super busy with their athletic schedule, they don't have time to do chores, they're not girls after all," he said with that venomous misogynistic shit he purposefully slide there as if telling me that he knows how to act like the masculine tough alpha asshole patriarch of the Stone family to the tee

"Well, if that's what you think about women, you can do us a favor and hire hot chicks to do that instead. Are you gay or something?" the not-so-little Daddy's little brother said, I noticed the wedding ring so maybe that's why he's irked with what Daddy said

"Now you're being stupid. He's available and he's willing to help, and at least I don't have to think about fucking my own maid or something. Imagine having a girl working for us 3 dudes, either she's gonna wet herself or she would end up accuse us of assault or shit when I fired her ass. Okay, why don't you two get your bag while I prepare the guest room?"

He rolled his eyes and noticed my expression listening to Daddy's misogynistic tirade. I was in awe on how Zim or just the little fragment of Zim managed to carry such a convincing performance, but apparently Daddy's little bro assumed that I was uncomfortable.

"Sorry for my big bro, he's a nutjob sometimes. What's your name again?" He casually opened the conversation as we walked to the driveway

"J---Jim,"

"Okay Jim, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, hope my big bro doesn't rough you up for all the smallest details, he's quite the control freak, and obviously, a macho straight alpha and stuff, you must have heard his streams and podcast right?"

As I picked up the bags and let him chat with me, my mind simply wandered to the way Daddy talked me through sex and went very particular on what he wanted and how he wanted me to pleasure him.

Not to mention the countless hour Daddy put me under the desk sucking his cock while he played his game doing all those streaming. The way he talked about his workout routine or this alpha right stuff in between shooting dudes online or collecting items while making sure that his cock remain lodged deep inside my throat created this heady duality that always turned me the fuck on. He sounded and acted so straight to all his 350k followers but literally at the same time, I have his thick, veiny 8 incher monstrosity sucked clean and his cum guzzled with not a single drop to the floor.

The way he would also instruct the boys on how to ravage me in the sound-proof bedroom upstairs while he recorded his podcast with the guest down in the altered basement..... then, he joined Carter and Dean to fuck the shit out of me despite talking about the sanctity of marriage or how to be an alpha men in the 21st century for 2 hours or more just moments before, well, I guess he is indeed a control freak. But it's not like he's in control of his own body or his action, he's just a mere puppet anyway. A mere puppet that can play the role of a macho straight alpha control freak to the tee.

"Jim??? Jim??? Hey, bro, are you there?" Alex said as he offered to take his bags that I already grabbed because apparently I just lost track of time and simply stand here like a fool after only one round of picking up his bags

"Ohh....sorry. Please, let me,"

"Well, okay then, you held the last two bags anyway. Long day?"

"Uhhh yeah.....very long, so sorry, just need to zone out a bit,"

"And your shift ends at?"

Oh yeah, I'm the "next door neighbor/helper". Will Daddy convert him or something? Where the fuck I should stay to keep up with this lies? So I just come out with random number

"6, 6 PM,"

"Well, consider this as 6 PM. It's okay, I'll talk to him about it,"

"U---uhhh, no need, I can manage,"

"No, I insist. Just go back to your house, I'll help him around,"

"O--- okay. But I still have some of my stuff upstairs. I'll grab it first and then I'll go,"

Damn sir, you're way too nice I'm starting to hate you, like.....yes you wouldn't understand but I really want to see Daddy to take you over, sir. I wanna see that look of betrayal in your eyes when your own older brother turned you into a fucking mindless puppet!

As I climb the stairs, Alex is speaking in the kitchen to Daddy about how I need to be "relieved of my duty for the day". The rest of the conversation turned into fading sounds so I pick nothing up as I also need to think. Should I ask Rick to pick me up? I haven't checked up on him for a while anyway, so that sounds like a plan. As I opened the door to my bedroom, the sight of a scattered gym bag surprised me beyond belief. Isn't this one of Alex's??? Right when I turned around, Alex already grinned at me as he somehow already stand behind my back

"Well well well, aren't you an interesting gay boy," that eyes.....OMG, he's taken over!

Like a click in my brain, I started to really embrace the fear of getting caught. I know where this is heading, and I love the prospect of it

"I--I can explain,"

"Oh, the state of your room is enough of an explanation. I've been searching for this one bag because I wanna hit the gym with my bro, but somehow it's not in my room. Turns out, as expected, you picked this bag up so your horny faggot perversion can be fulfilled by sniffing through my entire gym bag? And you think I will not notice that it's gone???"

He pushed me inside the room and that caused me to trip over his shoes and clothes as I fall to the floor, my gaze lingers on his massive, towering hairy form with my mouth intentionally opened a bit as I wanted to look as awestruck as possible

"Well, big bro is doing some stuff downstairs, so until he's done, maybe I can put that gaping mouth of yours to good use,"

He lowered himself as his arms seemingly tried to entrap me as I can't tell whether he wanted to reach something behind me or pinned me down to the floor. Turns out, he grabbed one of his sneakers on the floor and shoved it to my face. I huff it with delight as I can finally get the sense and put an exact smell on Alex. Fuck this is an insanely reeked foot prison....did he just use this today?

"Smells nice for your perverted homo mind, huh? Ran 10k in it this morning before I drove all the way here. Probably the previous night 3 hours gym sesh also amplified its nastiness, but I know your kind loves it,"

If that's a real human speaking, I'll take offense with that degrading "your kind" commentary, but I know it means no harm when it comes from the mouth of a brain-dead puppet with no free will. He slapped the sneakers away as I tried to grab it and fully explore it on my own, his face a bit red but there's no mistaking that predatory gleam that plastered his face. He grabbed my head and instantly shoved it right to his armpit, giving me access to the already exposed hairy pit I've been focusing on the past few minutes

"Yeah Jimmy, good boy, I know you'll lap this shit up,"

And well I am indeed lapping his pits like there's no tomorrow. The way the pits hair are wet and slightly curled up, the sheen of sweat that stained it because he just lifted like 10 bags of his, the pungent, heady aroma his body created, I think I'm in the 7th heaven of pit mania or something. I cannot tell how he looked at me but I bet he's pleased with the service provided as I can hear his subtle oohs and aahhs as I traced his veiny, hairy arm, peck his neck and strong, defined shoulder and even grazed my tongue all over his exposed pecs. He grabbed me by my hair once more and stared at me deeply with his hazel eyes, and then he spits on my face and let out a chuckle

"Get naked and get yourself loose. It's time,"

I of course quickly undressed myself and hop on the bed for the fucking of a lifetime. But imagine my surprise when Daddy walks in on us with a horrified expression. But what comes out next from his mouth surprised even me

"Starting this all without me? Fucking my own cunt under my own room without asking for my excuse? Well lil bro, gym sesh cancelled, I'll teach you manners and respect to the patriarch of the house instead for today,"

Pete grabbed the already naked Alex like he weighed nothing and toss him to the bed, right next to me.

The springs groan from the massive thud but that's nothing compared to the sound it makes when Daddy Pete shredded his clothes apart. Sensing imminent violence, I quickly get out from Daddy's way and sit on the chair right next to the table in the other side of the room. As expected, yet still managed to make me hard as a rock, Daddy started pounding his own lil bro in a midst of fury

"Fucking....disrespectful.....ugghhh...brat!" said Daddy Pete as he grunted and groaned with slight pauses every time more of his inches swallowed by Alex's hole

Alex screamed like crazy as his hole never been spread beforehand as he's straight through and through, and it doesn't help his case that his first dick is his own older bro girthy monster. Being too loud, Daddy fished out the socks he could pick and stuff Alex's mouth to keep it shut

"Fucking my own....cunt....gghhhhhrRRAHHh.....without asking.....aaaUUGHHHh FFUUUCCK.....my permission? Did your stupid.....wiffeHMMMM.....taught you to....fucking disrespect your elder?"

As Alex started to cry from the pain as his back arched and his hole stuffed, my hand is calmly operates on autopilot as without a thought, I just simply fap to the beautiful sight in front of me. In the middle of the perfect fucking motion, Pete released Alex's mouth from the cotton plug of the now-soiled socks and that's when Zim appeared from Alex's ear

"From scale 1 to 10, how do you like this arrangement?" asked both of them in unison while staring at me despite continuing the whole fucking

"10 out of 10. You are insane for this," I said with a grin

"Well, come beneath us. You will love what comes next,"

"Beneath you two?"

"Yeah, don't say that you're afraid of getting crushed or something," said Zim as he reached Pete's shoulder and prepared to settle inside the massive older brother body

Tempted, I make my move as they stopped their fucking for a few seconds to let me slide to the bed and watched them as if I'm a porn movie cameraman shooting from below my subjects. As I get myself in place, like a game, the fucking restarted once more

"UNGHH FUCK FUCK YOU, GRRR DON'T YOU DDDDAAAARREE TO NOT MOAN YOU WHORE AAHHHH" Pete said as his plowing get intense in an instance and I can see Alex's face turned from agony to pleasure to agony again in such quick motion

"UNGGHH UNGGGHHHHAAHH I'M YOUR LITTLE CUUNNNNTTT BROOOO. Fuck this straight ass and turn me gay with your load daddy!" He said excitedly while winking at me

Pete grabs Alex chest and twist his nipple. He yelps like a bitch in heat by that sudden twitch and then the older one slam his dick so deep, I'm pretty sure something or some bones might have been broken. The slamming caused me to be pressed deep to the bed as I can hear the springs groan loudly like a backsound to the most brutal fucking I ever witnessed. As the pressure keep increasing, Alex started to crash under the pressure and fully pinned me to the bed as his hands that once hold him steady from all the onslaught started to falter. Squeezed as the bottom patty in this sexual encounter, my face now is right on the Alex's hairy pecs while his gorgeous mushroom top placed just right above my belly button. His whole body odour filled my nose while his sweat literally slicked not only his body, but mine too. Gobs of drool came out from his mouth and trickled down to his chin and then beard before landing on top of my hair while his eyes turned white from all the pleasure

"MFF....MFFM.....BRROOOO.....PPPppllleaaseee......fffuuucckkk....I'm....I'm so cLOSEEEAHHH,"

"YEAH??? ME TOO BRO! KEEP SQUEEZZING YOUR HOLE, CUNT, I'M SO FUCKING....NGGHHH....CLOOOSEE......FHHFHFHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKK,"

Moments later, not only sweat and drool, my body is flooded with the incredible amount of cum released from Alex's body while additional cum from Pete flows from Alex's stuffed hole and I can feel it starts to blend down there too. Mine? Well, it already spurted mere seconds I laid myself down here so this is already an incredible mess in the highest proportion

As both men then retreated from the bed and just stand right in front of the window, I'm literally basking in the afterglow as Zim already jumped off Pete and started eating the feast he managed to spurt out from the brothers.

"Hmmmm.....despite looking similar, I can easily tell the difference," Zim said through both men as if they are his human microphone

"Alex has the best diet. It tasted almost sweet, with better texture too. He will be a great addition," said only Alex as if he seemingly pride himself with the quality of his cum while his hand grabbed his ballsack and subsequently the floppy 6.5 incher cock

"Well, I want more," continued the hairy stud as he suddenly let out yet another moan. The most incredible thing happened in front of my eyes as his ballsack that already squeezed dry suddenly gets filled once more while his floppy cock hardened right in front of my eyes. In an instance, the cock leaks this huge amount of cum like a faucet, creating this pool of cum on the bedroom floor. Zim, like an experienced diver, goes head first to the cum pool his latest vessel just created

"We will clean the leftovers on you, I'll swim in Alex's sweet manna while waiting for you to clean up," both men said monotonically as they leaned over to start licking me clean

Dad, Divorced and Desired

After the divorce, my dad got hot. First came the sleek haircut, then stylish new clothes, and finally a monstrous intensity when he hit the gym. His middle-aged dad bod transformed into a seriously sculpted frame, getting both lean and strong in all the right places.

“Single life forced my hand,” he told me when I tried to tease him about it. “A guy doesn’t try as hard when he’s married. Maybe he should, but you don’t, and that’s part of how the relationship slides away. So, having a “comfortable” body doesn’t fly when you’re single. Not at my age anyway.”

“Well, seems to be working, old man. You’re looking good.”

I couldn’t help but notice, and once I noticed, I had to compliment him. He was dedicated and he got really great results with this change. And not just with his body, although that was the most visible part. But really, between the new look, his nice management job, and the wisdom he accumulated in his 43 years, he’d made himself the complete package for some lucky woman. Mom had no idea what she lost.

Dad smirked at the compliment. There was a towel slung around his neck and his chest glistened with sweat.

“Thanks,” he said, voice low, confessional. “You’re not the only one noticing. I’ve been getting lots of attention lately. More than I ever did in my twenties. It’s kind of cool.”

I teased him about making up for lost time, and we bantered back and forth. He was relaxed and surprisingly open about his new single life. And then I caught a slip—something about the “kinds” of people checking him out. I pressed on that. I did it playfully but I was legitimately curious. And then he admitted it: some of the attention came from men. After a pause, he added that he doesn’t mind that. In fact, he’s been…exploring it a little. Quietly. Casually.

“Holy shit, Dad. Are you gay? Or bi?”

“Bi, maybe. I guess. I mean, I must be, given how I’ve responded to it. How it made me feel. What I sometimes did.”

And just like that, he opened up and responded to my questions. He admitted that he’s always had some bi tendencies but he kept it all under wraps while he was married to Mom.

“But I’m gay!” I protested. “When I came out to you, didn’t you think you could also confide in me?”

“No way. I wasn’t going to burden you with my shit. And I was still married to your mother, denying myself—well, all of that. So it’s only recently that I’ve done anything about it.”

He didn’t offer a lot of details, but he responded to most of my questions. And gradually he got more comfortable confiding in me. No, no dates yet. Like not real ones. But he had kissed. Hooked up. It was easiest on the apps, but he was getting tired of how transactional that felt.

I thanked him for trusting me, and I told him i was glad he’s coming to terms with it. And I validated his exploration, getting out there and having some hookups.

“That’s all part of gay culture. Bi culture too, I suppose. When you get with a guy sexually those first few times, you can’t help but to suddenly know something about yourself.”

He nodded.

“But you know, if you’re tired of the apps, you should take it out in the real world. Be with people face to face. Like out at a bar, where you can have a real conversation. Where you have to come up with something more than “Into?” before you can stick it in a guy.”

Dad laughed. He looked more at ease right now than he had through the entire conversation.

“I can take you, if you want. Show you a good place or two. Help you break the ice.”

“Really? Yeah, sure, Ben. I’d like that.”

“Just don’t hog all the attention or I’ll really feel like shit.”

“Never gonna happen, son.” He slugged my shoulder. “You inherited my looks. And frankly you’re the younger, better model.”

We’d see about that.

***

The music was upbeat, thumping loud enough to feel it in our chests but quiet enough for conversations at only a quarter-shout. In a few hours the lights would go down, and the music would come up, and men would pack themselves onto the dance floor for the most physical kinds of conversation. But right now the bar was in social mode. Men clustered to talk and flirt, and the lights were still up enough to see and be seen. The bar light had that flattering glow that made everyone look a little bit better, a little more dangerous.

Dad stood beside, nursing a beer and scanning the room like he was trying to memorize it. He wore a black tee that clung to his chest, and his jeans sat tight on his hips. With his full, dark hair streaked silver at the temples, a pair of thick forearms, and a quiet confidence…yeah, he stood out. And guys were looking.

“You see him?” I asked, leaning in. “Over by the jukebox. That guy’s been staring at you for five minutes straight.”

Dad laughed and his eyes flicked over.“ Which one?”

I gestured discreetly. “About 25. Blue shirt. Sleeve tattoo. Built.”

He raised his glass in mock salute. “Guess I still got it.”

“You more than got it. And he’s not the only one looking.” I scanned the room and noted how many guys were staring at us. “You’re kind of killing it.”

Dad turned to me, just slightly. “It feels good, I’m not gonna lie. I never thought guys would be into me. They had never looked before, and…. Well, I guess that was before the divorce and all of…this.” He waved a hand in front of newly jacked body. “But I see that they look now. And it’s different. Intense.”

I watched his eyes follow another man who came our way; he made an effort to brush against Dad on his way to the bar. Dad shot me a look; there was a glint in his eye. “You didn’t say it would be this fun.”

“Better to see you finding out for yourself.”

Dad smiled at that—slow and a little wicked. “You’re a smartass.”

“You like it.”

He didn’t deny it.

We stood in silence for a moment, letting the horned up, flirty energy of the bar soak into us. Then he leaned in, close enough for me to feel his body heat.

“You get off on this attention?” he asked, his voice low.

I blinked. I was unsure how to answer. Then I realized what he must be asking. “From the guys in the bar?”

He nodded.

“Sure. Especially when I’m out with someone and we’re both pulling the looks. Like we’re the hottest ones in the room.”

He looked at me as if he were deciphering something. He held my gaze. “Yeah.” His voice was low. “That’s how I feel. Like you and me are the hottest ones in the room.”

Something crackled between us. I felt it—like the static that makes your arm hair stand on end. Dad was still looking out at the crowd, but more and more, I felt his attention sliding back to me.

“You’ve been getting looks too,” he said. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” I made eye contact with him. “But I’m not the one they want to take home.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

And just like that, we weren’t talking about the other guys anymore.

The energy between us was a live wire—vibrating, pulsing, crackling. Every time our arms brushed each other or our eyes locked a little too long, I felt something tighten in my chest. Dad looked good. No—dangerously good. And he saw that I saw it. How I took it all in, which only made it harder to be standing there.

We tried to stay engaged with the bar scene. Or at least we put on a show of doing that. We were laughing about some guy’s spastic dance moves when someone stepped up beside us at the bar.

“Hey there.” It was a warm voice, deep and smooth. I turned to see an older man, late forties at least. His salt-and-pepper beard was neatly trimmed, and his shirt was open a few buttons, chest hair spilling out of it.

He smiled at me and ignored Dad completely. “I couldn’t help noticing you. You’ve got a beautiful smile.”

I blinked. He had surprised me but I was flattered. “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip of beer. “You’ve got good taste.”

He laughed. “I try. Can I buy you another one?” He gestured at the last inch of beer in my glass.

Dad was quiet beside me. I could feel him listening.

I glanced at Dad and then back at the man. “I’m flattered, really. But I’m kind of here with someone.”

The man looked at Dad and raised his eyebrow slightly. “Lucky guy.” He tipped his glass to Dad before sighing and moving off.

As soon as the guy was out of earshot, Dad said, “Well, *that was something.”

“What?”

Dad gave me a look. “He was my age.”

I shrugged. “So?”

Dad sipped his drink, then gave me a cautious glance. “You into older guys?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I am.” Dad shuffled his feet. I continued. “I mean, not exclusively. But I’ve been with plenty of older men and we had a lot of fun. I don’t discriminate.”

Dad stood still for a moment, like he was working through something. Then he laughed under his breath. “Huh. Didn’t expect that.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno,” he said. “I guess I figured…you probably liked something different.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. Maybe I shouldn’t have thought that. It’s just funny, because… Well, most of the guys I’ve…tried things with—they’ve been younger. Much younger. So I get it. But I also worry it makes a walking cliché.”

I smiled. “You are a cliché: the divorced Dad who decided to get hot.”

He huffed a laugh. “Don’t flatter me.”

“Too late. You’re the one who walked in looking like an ad for Daddyhunt. And you know it’s working.”

He rolled his eyes as if it was nothing, but his cheeks got red. He looked to the side for a moment, then back at me. “You really like older guys?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Especially ones who can take a hint and run with it.”

He sucked in his breath. Moved even closer in. There was a little space between us, standing together at the bar—but only the tiniest bit. Just enough to leave room for plausible denial. And for possibility.

***

Tonight at the bar was a weird moment for me and Dad. We had gone well past our everyday.

But at the same time, I realized it wasn’t completely new. There had been some past occasions when I’d felt something like this. Maybe he had too. They had been little moments that pulsed briefly, like the flash of a firefly’s tail before it goes dark. And then disappears.

I thought back to one of those times, to last summer. It was a hot evening, with dusk about to give way to darkness. The fireflies started to come out, to dance and glow.

Inside the house, a friend and I were hanging out. I was half-watching a game and half-scrolling my phone while my buddy raided the fridge for snacks. I was sprawled on the basement couch, barefoot, with my legs stretched out. It was too hot for anything but shorts and a tank.

Dad came down the stairs, toweling off his sweat after a run. Jogging was one of the start/stop fitness efforts Dad had made prior to the divorce. These efforts were partially motivated by him and partially a response to Mom’s nagging. He had tried tennis before. Swimming. Rock climbing. He was trying running now. In the end he would try just about everything before discovering his true love was the discipline of the weight room.

Sweat dripped from his face and darkened the collar of his T-shirt. The damp shirt clung to his chest and stomach. His skin was flushed, radiant with post-workout heat.

“I didn’t know you were still here.” Dad walked casually past me and toward the laundry room.

“Jake came over,” I explained. “We decided to hang here until it’s time for the movie. He’s upstairs, grabbing food,” I explained. I tried not to stare.

But I was staring.

I couldn’t help it. Dad was as familiar anyone should be, but his post-exercise glow put him in a new light. I appraised his body in a way I hadn’t really before.

His belly was a little soft—that’s what the running was supposed to fix—but his arms and shoulders were still pumped from last month’s rock-climbing mania. I hadn’t realized he’d put on that kind of strength and size, but now, with his sweat soaked shirt clinging to him, it was obvious.

I watched a drop of sweat slide roll off his cheek and slide down his neck, further soaking the collar of his shirt. He grunted and peeled the shirt off in one quick move, turning away as he did it. I faced his

a broad back, all sweaty and shining the low light. His shoulders shifted as he moved, flexing without effort.

I told myself it was just curiosity, me looking at him like this. But then I felt a low ache in my crotch. The unmistakable pulse of arousal that came up out of nowhere.

I looked down. I was embarrassed that I was getting hard, and by how fast it was happening. I put a throw pillow over my lap. My heart was racing like I’d done something wrong just by feeling it.

I mean, it was my dad.

He bent down to toss his laundry into the machine and get it started. He hooked his fingers into his waistband and slid everything down, shorts and briefs and all. It was a quick, casual movement but Dad was now buck naked, his ass on display. My dick twanged higher.

Fuck. I had to look away. I worried that I’d start to spurt if he swung himself around. I could picture his cock smacking his thigh on the off beat. No way.

So I stared at the TV, trying to focus on the game, on the score, on anything else. I forced myself to think about mundane things—homework, errands, junk mail—the least sexy thoughts I could summon.

By the time Dad walked past again, he had pulled on a loose pair of gym shorts, clean from the dryer. His bulge pushed its outline into the shiny fabric.

Dad called out a “See ya later” on his way to the stairs, but then he paused for second. He turned back and looked as if he was trying to decode my facial expression—and like he found something there to make him smile. Or smirk. He absentmindedly scratched his balls, then caught himself. He stopped his movement, made his face blank again, and looked away.

“OK, have fun at the movie.” He hurried out.

When Dad’s footfalls hit the last stair and I knew he was gone, I exhaled hard. And then I sat very, very still, trying to calm myself.

I had felt something today, something surprising, but it was raw and real. I knew to bury it deep.

And I was successful with that. For a good long time.

***

Here in the bar, Dad swirled the last bit of beer in the glass, watching it like the suds held answers. His jaw flexed reflexively and he avoided looking directly at me. We were hyper aware of how close we were standing, but neither of us was willing to move away.

“You know,” I said, nudging his elbow, “for someone who’s supposedly just figuring things out, you do a damn good job of acting like you belong here.”

Dad smirked but he didn’t turn his head. He continued looking out at the crowd. “Is that a compliment, or are you accusing me of being a flirt?”

“Both,” I said, sipping my beer. “You’re adjusting to this scene a lot faster than I would have thought.”

He turned toward me, making eye contact again, and coming in close. “And what about you?” His voice was low. “You always this smooth when you’re out with older guys?”

“Only when inspired.”

“Inspired to try out your material on me, then?”

I gave him a once-over, slow and deliberate. “Yeah, I’m trying it out. Is it working?”

Dad’s lips twitched. “Careful,” he murmured. “You keep that up and I might start thinking you actually mean it.”

I shrugged. My shoulder brushed his. “Maybe I do.”

Dad went very still. He tilted his head, looking at me like he was trying to make a decision.

Then he reached out and casually—too casually—picked a bit of lint off my shirt, right near my collarbone. His fingers lingered a beat too long, his knuckles brushing my bare skin before they pulled back.

“You’re trouble,” he said.

“And you’re pretending like you don’t like that.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t say that.”

There was a pause. It was long enough for our eyes to lock, long enough for the world to fade around the edges.

Holy shit.

Then he pulled away a bit, took a breath. “We should probably—what? Mingle? You know. Be social.”

“OK,” I said. I tried to keep my voice easy. “But I’m kind of enjoying this.”

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “God. What are we doing?”

“Just…talking. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

Dad looked at me sideways. “Not yet.”

I leaned in. I was close enough to feel his body heat. “You say that like it’s inevitable.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t answer. He just smiled—a small, private smile that made my stomach tighten.

The music shifted to something slower and deeper. The lights dimmed.

Dad’s face fought with itself and then he turned it back out to face the bar. So I turned out too. But our shoulders were touching now and his forearm rested next to mine. Not quite touching. But it was close enough that any small movement from either of us would bring us together.

“You know,” I said, still facing out, “if this is your midlife crisis, it’s a pretty good one. Hottest one I’ve ever seen.”

He let out a breath that was part laugh, part groan. “Kiddo, you’re gonna get me into trouble.”

“Like you need me for that.”

He didn’t respond for a little while. We just stayed there. Not talking. Barely touching. Just standing side by side while the space buzzed between us like a live wire.

***

Eventually Dad broke the silence. He suggested that maybe this was enough for one night. Part of me felt let down that we were leaving this space where Dad had felt free and something interesting started to build between us. But another part of me was relieved.

We left the bar laughing. The warm buzz of beers and bar music hummed under my skin, but the cool night air cut right through it. Like a reset. Things were quieter outside, calm rather than charged, the vibe intensely ordinary. We stepped onto the sidewalk and walked. The glow of the bar lights faded behind us. It was like stepping out of a dream.

Dad stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, and I shoved mine into my jeans. We walked side by side, not touching, the space between us suddenly vast again. We were just two guys leaving a bar. Like friends. Like nothing had happened.

“Thanks for bringing me,” Dad said after we’d walked almost a block. His voice was lighter now and a little guarded. “That was…interesting.”

“Interesting That’s the word you’re going with?”

“What do you want me to say? The bar was…wild? Hot? Eye-opening?”

“I mean, all of those could be accurate.”

He nodded, looking down at the sidewalk as we walked. “It felt… easy in there. Like I could just let things go. Be real, and open up to stuff.”

“Yeah. That’s the point, right?”

“Right,” he echoed softly.

We stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change. His shoulder bumped mine and lingered there, but neither of us acknowledged it. The quiet hung between us.

Then he looked at me. Really looked.

“Can I ask you something?” His eyes searched mine.

“Sure.”

“Was that all… part of the game? The flirting, the compliments, the looks. Or were you actually…?”

I didn’t answer right away. I thought about laughing it off or changing the subject. I could’ve pretended we were just two guys one-upping each other. That I was just showing him the ropes at his first gay bar. But I didn’t.

“I meant it,” I told him. “Every bit.”

He swallowed. His jaw clenched, just briefly. “Damn.”

“What?”

“I was doing a really good job of convincing myself you were just being nice.”

“And now?”

He glanced away and exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with that.”

“OK.” It hurt to put myself out there and then feel a wall come up. But I understood it. Even though it was disappointing.

Things were quiet in the car as we rode back. Not exactly uncomfortable—just contained. It was the kind of silence that presses on your chest a little. Lets you know it’s there. Heavy.

The glow of the dashboard lit Dad’s face in soft tones, making his features look smooth and calm. Like nothing was happening. Like we hadn’t just spent two hours flirting under colored lights with music and heat pulsing between us like a quasar.

At the bar we had jokes and smiles and thumping music. Everything felt easy between us. But now, without the music and the lights and the safety of being surrounded by strangers, everything felt sharper, magnified, more real. And a hell of a lot more dangerous.

Dad’s hands were steady on the wheel and he kept his eyes on the road. I sat straight up in the passenger seat. I was hyper-aware of the space between us, a much bigger gap than at the bar, but still one that crackled with energy.

Approaching a red light, Dad reached for the gearshift. His hand bumped my knee.

Not just bumped, but pressed, hard enough to jolt me. Then his fingers froze.

“Shit,” he muttered. He pulled his hand back fast, but my hand caught his wrist without thinking.

He looked at me, surprised.

And then—God, I don’t even know how it happened.

One second we were caught in that look. And the next second we were leaning in at the same time. Like gravity had shifted and pulled us in together with no choice.

Our mouths met awkwardly—a little off-center, too sudden. But then things evened out. And deepened. Dad’s hand found my jaw. He held my face to his firmly, determined not to let me get away.

The car behind us blared its horn. Dad pulled away and blinked. He glanced at the green traffic light and swore under his breath as he hit the gas.

The rest of the drive was a blur. We didn’t talk. Didn’t touch again. But the silence between us was deafening—buzzing, loaded. It vibrated in my skin.

Dad pulled into the parking lot of his condo complex and cut the engine, but he didn’t move. For a second, we just sat there, bathed in yellowed light of street lamps. I wasn’t sure if I was breathing right.

“You want to go in?” he asked.

His voice was rough and hoarse. Like he’d swallowed the words and made himself cough them back up again.

I nodded. “Yeah. Definitely.”

His apartment was spare. Divorce had stripped things down to the essentials. Basic furniture. A few lamps. No pictures, because they were still at Mom’s house and he hadn’t made copies yet.

But that meant everything here was his, and his alone. It was all part of his new life, not the past. His new clothes, some free weights, a bar set up with a bunch of whiskeys Mom had said were too expensive to buy on a family budget.

Dad closed the door behind us and turned to say something—probably something neutral, like want a drink?, or make yourself comfortable.

But he didn’t get the words out.

Because I stepped toward him at the exact moment he turned—and then we were on each other. There was no hesitation this time.

Our mouths crashed together in a kiss that was nothing like the one we’d shared in the car. This one was all heat and teeth and breathless urgency. There were hands in hair, on faces—we clutched at each other’s clothing like we were afraid the other might disappear.

Dad pressed me against the wall just inside the entryway. One hand gripped my right hip and the other curled around the back of my neck. He pulled me deeper into the kiss like he worried I might escape.

Dad ground into me. I could feel him, hard, through his jeans. He made a sound with his throat—half growl, half groan—and his hands roamed my body like they couldn’t decide what they wanted to touch most.

“This is—” he started. But I put my mouth on his again. Whatever has going to say died on his tongue.

We stumbled into the living room, our lips locked and fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers. We were greedy, consumed.

Dad’s hands were on my chest, my waist, under my shirt. Mine went to his back and traced the taut muscle under his tee. He pulled back long enough to look at me. His eyes were a little wild and his chest was rising and falling hard.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the bar,” I admitted.

He leaned in and put his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since you complimented me in the kitchen last week.”

We both laughed.

And then we weren’t laughing anymore.

Because we were kissing again—deeper, rougher—fully caught up in each other. And dragging ourselves to the bedroom.

We were kissing so hard now it was clumsy—teeth catching, tongues colliding, our lips swollen and slick. Dad tasted like beer and hormones.

Our clothes came off in uneven bursts. My shirt hit the floor. His followed, unveiling a chest that was somehow even hotter in this light than it had been under the bar’s perfect glow—broad and hard, dusted with dark curly hair that my lips begged to taste.

“You’ve been hiding this?” I murmured. My fingers grazed his torso, trailing down the ridges of his abs.

“You’ve seen it before.”

“No. No way. Not like this. And not able to do this.”

I dropped to my knees without thinking, looking up at him while one of my hands pawed his chest and the other one unbuckled his belt. Dad’s eyes widened, like the sight of me down there unraveled something in him. A hand went to my hair, just holding it, like he needed to anchor himself.

Dad was rock-hard when I freed him from his jeans and briefs. It was thick. Heavy. Gorgeous. I stroked him slowly. I watched his face twist and his jaw tighten as he tried to keep control.

“Jesus…”

I took him into my mouth, inch by inch. It filled me, and I made the effort to stretch my lips around its girth. Dad groaned—a low, broken sound that sent fire straight to my crotch. Dad’s hips twitched once. But he mostly held himself still, trembling a little as I worked him, tongue flicking, lips tightening, my hand stroking whatever I couldn’t fit.

“Fuck, you’re—” he exhaled, cutting himself off. “You don’t have to—”

I pulled off with a wet pop. “I do. I do have to. And I want to.”

His fingers grabbed my hair tighter. I licked the underside of his shaft, going slow and teasing him until he started cursing a blue streak and then pulled me roughly to my feet.

He kissed me again, giving me everything in that kiss: hunger, gratitude, need. He turned me toward the bed with his hands on my hips, shoving my jeans down and pulling his off the rest of the way too.

“Wait,” he said, pausing. “Let me get a condom.”

“You don’t have to, Dad.”

“We should be responsible.”

“We are. I’m on PrEP, and I can tell you about that later. But more important: you’re my Dad. I don’t want a condom between us. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you bare.”

“Jesus, son.” His cock twitched and spurted at my words. “You’re asking for your Dad’s raw dick.”

“No,” I said, stopping him with a kiss. “I’m insisting.”

We kissed harder. Both of us were turned on by the admission that we were about to fuck. Skin to skin. Father and son.

Dad broke off the kiss. He gave me a playful shove. I fell back onto the bed while he grabbed a small bottle of lube from his nightstand. I watched him slick himself up, greasing the fat dick that 24 years ago had made me.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled me into an embrace. His lubed-up cock lay against my cheeks.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured into my neck.

“It won’t be.”

Dad pushed in, slow and careful. We both groaned. The shock and delight of entry. Dad then filled me inch by inch, plugging me thick and deep. His cock stretched me until I gasped and my eyes rolled back in my head. One of my hands flew out and clutched the headboard.

“Jesus, Ben,” he muttered. “You feel so…I mean, oh my God.”

He started to move. It was tentative at first, his hips pushing out his cock with shallow thrusts. But that hesitation didn’t last long. Soon his hands gripped my hips hard; his rhythm and aggression built up. I pushed back against him to take it deeper. I matched him stroke for stroke.

We found our pace, and it was nothing graceful. It was rough, messy, desperate. The bed creaked under us, skin slapped skin, the smells of breath and sweat and sex filled the room. Dad reached out to stroke me, his hand pumping me in time with his thrusts.

“You like that?” he growled.

I could barely speak. I just nodded, moaning into the pillows.

“Yeah, I can see you do,” he rasped. “And you’re so fucking tight. My son’s tight ass is taking the cock that made him—”

That sent me over the edge.

I came hard, gasping; my body clenched around him. My spasms tipped him over too. A second later he groaned low in my ear and jerked against me, burying himself deep inside while he unleashed a gusher.

We collapsed, panting, our bodies tangled. The room was quiet except for our breathing, which gradually started to slow. Dad wrapped an arm around my chest, warm and solid.

Neither of us said anything for a long time.

Eventually, he spoke. His voice was soft and he sounded a little dazed.

“I think I’ve been waiting to do that for a lot longer than I realized.”

I smiled into his arm, then burrowed my face into his chest. “Yeah. Me too.”

***

The light was soft when I woke—still gray and slow, filtering through half-closed blinds. The air around us was cool, but the warmth of Dad’s body behind mine made up for it. He had an arm draped around my waist and his breath was steady against the back of my neck.

For a long while, we didn’t move. Everything felt still. Everything felt real.

Eventually, Dad stirred. I felt his breath shift before I heard his voice.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.”

Silence stretched out again, not quite comfortable this time. But not awkward, either—just thick with the knowledge that now everything was different.

He pulled back a little, just enough that I could roll onto my back and look at him. His hair was a mess. His eyes were still soft with sleep. And yet, the moment our gaze met, I saw it there—the question he didn’t quite want to say.

I voiced it for him.

“So…what now?”

He exhaled slowly and rubbed a hand across his face. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want it to happen again?”

His hand stopped moving. He looked at me, serious now.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as much, but I’m worried about it at the same time.”

I gave him a small, wry smile. “Yeah. Same.”

He sat up slowly and rested his elbows on his knees. He stared at the floor.

“I feel like I should be freaking out more,” he admitted. “But I’m not. Not really. I’m just scared of anything that might drive us a wedge between us at some point.”

“I get it,” I said. “I don’t want that to happen either. But maybe this doesn’t have to mean anything yet.”

He looked over his shoulder at me. “So what, we just… pretend it didn’t happen?”

“No,” I said firmly. “That’s definitely not what I’m saying. I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. I just—think we should be honest. About wanting it. And about not being sure what if means. And about being ready for us to not be ready NOT to do it again.”

“That’s a lot of ‘nots,’” he said, laughing. “I’m too confused to respond to that. But…in all seriousness”—his eyes searched mine—“You really think we could just… see where it goes?”

I sat up enough to look him in the eyes. To give him another kiss.

“Yeah. Because I think we already are doing that.” I reached over and grabbed his cock. It pulsed in my hand. Or am I wrong?”

“No,” Dad said as I squeezed him. “You’re definitely not wrong.”

END

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“Jake… what are you… knock?” Mr. A struggled to get out. I didn’t make a move to leave, I just stood there taking him in. My hungry eyes devouring the man of my jerk off fantasies. My shorts were tenting, I caught Mr. A sneaking a peak. “Chad isn’t home this weekend.” Mr. Albrecht broke the silence hanging in the air. His cock hadn’t gotten any softer.

“Oh, that’s this weekend?” I tried to sound as convincing as possible. I was a fixture at the Albrecht house throughout my childhood. I was a latchkey kid - both my parents worked full time - and the Albrechts had a kickass pool, so I spent countless days there. Chad and I were inseparable until college, he went to A&M on a football scholarship and I went to State on a football scholarship.

“Yeah, he’s visiting Amy. Afraid he won’t be home until Tuesday.” Mr Albrecht explained, but I already knew. It was summer break for us, and I was well aware of Chad’s schedule, especially visiting his girlfriend. “Brenda and the girls are with the in-laws on a shopping trip.” Mr. A continued. Mrs. Albrecht was a very successful private practice dermatologist, catering to the upscale, wealthy clientele in the city and suburbs. As Mr. Albrecht tells it, he was a dumb college tight end for State who lucked into an entry level analyst position through booster connections. Now he was a marketing VP at a major regional company that was growing into a national brand. 

“Were you… flexing?” I asked, pushing it further, forcing myself to be daring. Silence again hung in the air like an anvil waiting to drop.

“I guess you could say that.” Mr. A finally admitted. His cock was softening, hanging half hard but still incredibly impressive. “Posing?” He offered, before he finally came out with it, seeing my hungry expression. “I was chatting with some frat jock from St. Dorman’s” Mr. Albrecht finally admitted under my horny, wanting look and severely tented shorts. “I was trying to find a good angle… I know I need to get in better shape…” the older man lamented. So he was talking to a jock from the small private college in our suburb just outside of the city.

“Mr. A, I’m not in a frat, but I’m a college athlete… I think you look incredible.” I tried to be as confident as I could. Mr. Albrecht studied me from behind his full beard. Strands of silver were beginning to become more prominent around his jawline and chin. His massive, muscular, beefy, and furry body turned more fully towards me. His dark dense fur coated his full middle aged muscles.

“Brenda and I… we’re just so busy… that part of our lives, just isn’t… it just isn’t the same.” Mr. Albrecht tried to justify himself to me.

“Mr. A, I won’t tell anyone.” I assured him with a genuine smile. “I saw your truck out front before I came in.” I grinned bigger. There had been growing tension between us the last few times I saw him, I’d planned this in hopes that my hunch was right. The smile returned to Mr. A’s face too. Damn, he had a great smile, the man lit up any room he was in. At 6’5 260lbs of solid, beefy, ex-jock muscle with a such a winning and affable way, it was impossible for him not to. Mr. A’s cock had returned to its complete rigidity.

“You’re sure?” He asked, paternally.

“I’ve thought about this at least once a day since I started jerking off.” I said bluntly but honestly. Mr. Albrecht nearly growled with lust after I said it. 

“Let’s go.” My best friend’s father said huskily as he exited the bathroom and strutted to his bedroom.

We burst into the spacious master bedroom one after the other. My frame was a lanky 6’2 180lbs of lean, shredded jock muscle. I burst onto the college football scene in the second half of my freshman season, catching TDs in 5 of our 6 last games - including 2 against Tech to go ahead and then seal the victory. My Sophomore season I was able to find some consistency and put up above average numbers for the season. I’d spent nearly every minute not on the field trying to pack weight onto my frame. My lean strong, cut muscles contrasted nicely with the beefy thickness of Mr. Albrecht’s muscled build.

His hands were on me, and I became aware that I was still wearing clothes with this gorgeous naked man in front of me. I jumped out of my clothes, Mr. A chuckled at my sudden nakedness. He sized me up before grunting his approval. “Hotter than the St. D’s frat jock for sure.” We both laughed as we started to paw at each other’s bodies. “Fucking hung too!” Mr. A growled when he found my 8.5 inch thick uncut cock.

I clawed at Mr. Albrecht’s furry muscles. My mind was buzzing, my libido was churning. I planted a kiss on Mr. A’s lips, he was surprised and flinched to pull back before allowing himself to get into it. He wrapped his arms around me in an embrace as our lips parted and tongues danced. We melted into each other. 

“What was it you fantasized about?” My friend’s dad asked cheekily.

“Lots of things… usually ending with you fucking me.” I answered honestly.

“Christ!” Mr. A hissed. His cock throbbed between his, leaking precum onto my abs. “I haven’t done that since college.

“Frat jock was going to be your first swing that way since then?” I asked, almost incredulous. The ex-jock nodded sheepishly.

“I’m desperate, Jake. It’s been years.” The early 40’s, father of 4 confessed.

“That seals it, I’m getting fucked.” I said with a devilish grin. Mr. A’s excitement returned.

“You sure? How do we do this? How do we start?” He asked every question that popped into his head.

“You ever eat ass?” I asked, hopefully. He shook his head no. “Do you wanna? I’m going to need to get warmed up, I’m usually on top.” I said grabbing my oversized jock cock for emphasis. Not that I needed to, Mr. A’s cock was just as thick as mine and looked to have me beat in length by a hair.

“I’ve wanted to try.” Mr. Albrecht said, his steely gaze boring into me. 

“How about to start, you go about it like you would eating a pussy.” I offered and hopped on the bed on all fours with my ass out. I was typically a top, but for Coach Mendenhall a few times, and now, Mr. Albrecht I was a bottom and I knew I’d love it.

I moaned loudly as I felt his beard, then lips, then tongue on my hole. I had a dusting of brown hair on the alabaster skin of my round, hard ass. Mr. A had spread my cheeks and was now getting bolder based on my reactions. He was gaining confidence and figuring out how to drive me crazy with the combination of his beard and tongue. He really got into it, never trying to pull back or take a break. He was experimenting with different combos, feeling me squirm under his oral assault on my hole. 

Finally, after he nearly made me cum a few times from eating my hole alone, he added a finger. It replaced his tongue, digging into my drum tight hole. He let me get used to it before doubling up with a second digit. I was on edge, struggling to focus on anything other than getting plugged by the man of my whack off dreams.

“I can’t take it anymore, Mr. A, I need you to fuck me.” I said, my breath haggard. He pulled out his fingers and I flipped over. The older man looked down at me intensely. His chestnut and gray beard was plastered to his face with spittle.

“You’re sure, Jake?” That father figure asked. “I don’t have any condoms and we really should…” He was nervous.

“Mr. Albrecht, I need you inside of me.” I said firmly, matching his intense gaze. He grabbed a small travel size bottle of lube he must have kept hidden from his wife. He greased up his massive pole and nudged it into position.

“Wait, wait, wait.” I stopped him. A momentary look of terror crossed his face. “Finger in some lube first. Only took one guy a few times before and you’re way bigger.” I instructed.

Mr. A relaxed and did as he was told, before getting back into position. He was more confident now. I felt his eyes travel up my body before making eye contact. I did the same, cherishing the moment. I felt his cockhead snug against my tight hole. “You’re the sexist man I’ve ever seen, Jake. I really mean it.” He surprised me, talking earnestly, never breaking eye contact and leaning in for a kiss. Then he lifted my legs and pushed his hips forward.

My hole resisted, but his words rattled around in my head. This stud of a man was just as into me as I was into him. He felt just as lucky as I did. My hole quivered and melted around his thick dad cock. He sunk a few inches in before meeting resistance and pausing for me.

“Goddamn, Mr. A, you’re fucking huge!” I cried out, the discomfort and pain were laced with pleasure. It had been over a year since the last time Coach M fucked me, even then we only hooked up a handful of times, and like I said - he had nothing on Mr. A’s weapon. He was the only other person who’d penetrated me.

“Oh shit! Sorry! It’s too much isn’t it? Let me-” Mr. A flashed back to his terrified expression. Someone had done a number on the man.

“Mr. A-” I tried to interrupt him, but he wouldn’t let me. I grabbed his arms to stop him from pulling out.

“Brenda always says its too much!” 

“Mr. A! Calm down, I just need a sec to get used to your monster tool. You cool?” I said, pulling the man close. He stayed buried a few inches in as we quickly made out.

“I’m cool. Sorry about that, she hates how big I am.” He said sheepishly. 

“Well, I love it. You just have to be patient with me.” I smiled. I felt his cock throb harder.

“You really like it?” It was as if he didn’t realize such a thing could be desired.

“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen, Mr. A. Like I said, I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. So far, it’s gone better than I ever imagined.” I leveled with the ex-jock and he relaxed again, this time for good.

“Ok, Jake, I’ll follow your lead.” He breathed.

I felt the man up and we kissed for a few minutes. We both relaxed and he began to gently rock his cock back and forth. He felt up my flanks and found my nipples, teasing them with his mouth and fingers before pushing my legs back and gently fucking against the resistents, he’d clearly learned some serious control over that thing with his wife.

“Easy.” I cautioned after a few more inches, and he slowed to stop.

“I can’t believe it, this is incredible.” The man wasn’t even all the way in and he was having the time of his life. 

“Give me a sec.” It was intense for me. I was new and inexperienced as a bottom and this man had even less experience topping. I was feeling stretched and full and pain and discomfort. But slowly the pleasure became more and more pronounced. His patience and control helped me through it when I struggled.

“You’re doing great, Slugger.” Mr. A cooed. It was a nickname he and my dad had for me as a kid. They were Chad and my t-ball coaches and they called me Slugger because of how I attacked the ball on the tee.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my ass releasing and letting Mr. A sink the rest of the way in. No one had called me that in years, I’d almost forgotten about it. Mr. A stared at me smirking. His big bearded face was confident, caring, paternal, lustful. He sensed the overwhelming sensations dissipating and smoothly thrust back a tiny bit before pushing his hips forward and bottoming out deeper inside of me. By now, all I was feeling was pleasure. Globs of precum oozed continuously from my aching, throbbing cock.

“I’ve never felt anything like this.” Mr. A was glowing as he gently and smoothly pulled back until he was mostly out before fucking me with the first few inches on his massive dad dick, giving me a break from the deep penetration. We were both sweaty and breathing heavy as he saw his club of a cock in and out of me, creeping deeper each time. He studied my expression on each inward stroke afraid that it could all stop if he pushed too deep. But he kept pushing deeper, testing the boundaries.

“I haven’t either… You’re fucking enormous.” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Mr. A’s cock thrust deeper and deeper. I opened them again as he stopped going deeper. It was like he could sense I was getting sore before I did and backed off. He was right, and I was thankful.

“I can’t last much longer, Slugger.” Mr. A groaned, thrusting the first few inches of his cock in and out of me. I didn’t answer, I was over the edge. Sheets of cum erupted from my big, thick uncut cock. I painted my chest and abs, even caught a few strays on my face.

Mr. A howled as my ass clamped down and his massive member pulsed, power washing my innards with his potent load. He gripped my legs hard as he tried to resist the urge to ride out his nut. Instead he stood stark still dumping his tsunami in me. He had tears in his eyes as he came down from his orgasm. I was still floating and my cock was dribbling cum when he pulled out of my ass. It was by far the most intense nut of my life.

“That was - you were amazing.” Mr. A said thoughtfully as he flopped down next to me, a sweaty mess. I rolled over on top of his big body and gave him a deep kiss, surprising him.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I breathed after I broke the kiss.

We lay there together for a while just enjoying the company of the other. I replayed our coupling in my head and started to get hard again. Mr. A was looking at my boner with his own rigid spike.

“I’ll drive this time.” I said with a cheeky grin before straddling the ex-jock’s big, muscled, furry body and lowered myself until his cockhead touched my hole. He steadied me as I grabbed his thick club of a dick and lowered onto it. My ass protested the battering ram before finally relenting and my best friend’s dad breached my hole again.

“Shiiit!” Mr. A bit his lip as I slowly lowered myself. The penetration was smoother, I was more open and relaxed, plus my hole was lubed with lube and cum now. My hard cock jutted leaked precum over Mr. A’s hairy, sweaty, and solid midsection as I bottomed on his cock. I got my composure and started to lightly bounce.

Slowly I grew more and more daring. But I knew I wouldn’t last long in this position, Mr. A’s massive dick pressed against my prostate almost continuously, riding him like this. I was seeing stars, but it felt otherworldly. Then I stood up. Lightheaded I got down on the bed next to the older man. 

“I almost fucked myself off doing that. I don’t want this to be over yet.” I panted, my cock was twitching and jerking. Mr. A had a prideful look, like he was beginning to realize just how hot for him I was.

“I know what you need, Slugger.” He said in his deep baritone. I could have cum then. He instructed me to get on all-fours. The way he was now taking charge gave me a shiver of anticipation. I looked over my shoulders and watched him get into place. He kissed my ass with his cockhead, then grabbed my hips and pushed in, in one solid confident stroke. He fucked a few inches in and out gently as my ass opened for him again. This time, he allowed himself to gather some momentum, fucking in and out with more pace.

“Jeezus!” I bellowed, Mr. A was drilling my hole. He still wasn’t using his whole length, he could sense how much I could take and then he gave it to me. His thick girth stretched my hole which gripped his dad cock tightly. A particular hard inward thrust nearly knocked the wind out of me.

“You’re doing great, Slugger. You know Dad wouldn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle.” He muttered as his hand slid up my sweaty flank. I shuddered and groaned. I didn’t know if he realized he just referred to himself as dad. Mr. A methodically fucked me open doggie style. Slowly, deeper, and deeper. My big, fat uncut cock whacked my abs with each thrust, it felt almost excruciatingly good. He slowed the pace and intensity, probably pulling himself back from the edge of a nut. “How’s my boy doing?” He whispered in my ear.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this.” I huffed, sweat dripping off both of us. Mr. A chuckled and smiled.

“You and me both, Slugger. Hold on to something, I need to bust.” The early forties father of four whispered in my ear. He’d stayed half buried in my ass the whole time. He righted himself and grabbed my hips anew. His grip was stronger, holding my jock frame in place as he deliberately built up momentum. “Tightest fucking hole.” He muttered to himself.

Our breaths became ragged as we bore deeper, more forceful. He was thrusting about ¾ of his cock into me on the deeper thrusts, his girth filling me more and more. Then, he reached between my legs and grabbed my oversized jock cock in his meaty paw. He wanted me to cum. He tugged twice to milk the load out of me as he fucked in from the other end.

The dam broke and torrent after torrent of jock jizz flooded onto the bed below me. Mr. A made unintelligible noises as my ass clamped around his massive dong and he fucked through his nut. Tears of pleasure came to my eyes as his fucking extended my orgasm longer than I was used to.

We collapsed into a sweaty, cummy mess. “That… was… better… than… last time.” I said between panting breaths. We laughed and made out through the post-coital bliss. After awhile I looked at my phone and my bubble burst. My dad had been calling and texting me repeatedly. Apparently his car broke down and he needed me to pick him up at the airport, a good 45-60 min away. I explained the situation to Mr. Albrecht and we embraced and kissed some more.

“Please tell me you want to do this again.” I looked at him before I left.

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Clyde was a bodybuilder, hooked on steroids and liked to work on his body. I happened to stay at a hotel for work when he was at a bodybuilding convention, and he hit me up on the apps looking for a guy to rough him up a bit in bed. After I fucked the living daylights out of him against the wall I had him stay the night with me, and had him legs up and spead as I ravaged his hole over and over. In the morning after I dumped another load in him, I was laying propped up against the headboard as he laid on his stomach between my legs softly nursing on my spent dick. "Fuck, you're just what I needed, my personal assistant just left for grad school. He was good on the eyes too, always got me riled up, didn't want sex though. Too bad I can't bring you home with me. You'd make a great at-home whore I'd take you in a heartbeat even if you're a shit assistant." I chuckled, making a lewd joke. He ceased mid-suck on my shaft as he thought for a moment. "Hey, I might take you up on that offer, if you want to sponsor me? If you got a place for me to stay, let me work out, that's all I'd need" I ran my hands over his hair before caressing his face. "Nah, not with you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you. My sex drive is insane. I'd have you naked at home so it's quicker to sink my dick into you." He chuckled. "Yeah, I'd be okay with that, fuck me anytime you want. I need it bad sometimes too. Fuck, being your little kept boy. Sounds hot," he gasped as my dick twitched and got hard again.

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That was a month ago, and before he knew it I had him sign some papers and get on my payroll. He sold most of his stuff in his small flat and I bought him his one-way ticket to my place. The poor guy wasn't kidding. Day 1 and 2 coincided with his steroid cycle and he was, horny for dick. So I used him in every room in my home, fucked him for a bit then had him reposition as I found the most fun positions and the best viewing angles. The poor guy didn't realize I meant it when I told him of my high sex drive. Whatever he was feeling I was rammped up even more with him at home.