Hey everyone, long time lurker first time poster! Jk jk lol, but yeah sorry about the extended absence đ
I entered a creative slump/busy as fuck period for a while there and just couldnât check the account for a while, while I was in it. Hopefully now Iâll be more active! Like I said, moving forward for a while itâll be a lot of shorter captions, but Iâll try to make them just as good :) I promise Iâll get to all of the DMs momentarily :)
For now, hereâs something Iâve been working on for WAY TOO LONG (apologies again, especially to our model). Enjoy :)
(Julian đž: @jxdavis98 )
It isnât often that the stars aligned in such a way that provides us with exactly what we need at the exact moment we need it, but such was the case for Julian, and while he was enjoying himself on a break from work, no less.
Julian had always been considered by his circle to be an understatement of a stud. He didnât hulk out of his clothes or anything like that, but he had handsome face and tons of natural charm. Call it âbig dick energyâ if you will, it was some indescribable appeal. He hadnât experienced any issues bedding girls or guys, and even his platonic acquaintances loved him.
From the outside looking in, Julian looked like he had âthe full package,â as one might call it, but thereâs one thing he didnât have that he wanted so badly.
Julian wanted to be buff. Not lean, not slight definition under his clothes, not even casual gym rat, but actually, genuinely buff. Heâd always wanted to be one of those people who look like they spent every bit of free time in the gym, but his job absorbed much of his time, both in and out of work. He felt like if he had a body like that, heâd have the drive to maintain it, but working towards that was a time commitment he knew he didnât have, and thus he always lacked the confidence of being a ripped gym bro.
Work was a bitch this quarter, so Julian decided to take a vacation to a nice all-inclusive spot in the Caribbean. A different type of vacation for him, for sure, but again, work was a bitch and he didnât want to worry about planning an itinerary. A confirmed bachelor, Julian was used to traveling alone, and actually preferred it because of the spontaneity it offered.
Heâd taken advantage of such spontaneity before on tripsâbefriending locals, going out and truly experiencing the local scene, and yes, taking every opportunity to take someone back to his room after a night out. But that was thinking too small for the type of spontaneity he had planned, for he soon discovered that his top Instagram thirst-follow, Italian fitness model Matteo Greco, would be staying at the same location he was for the weekend.
Matteo ticked all of the boxes for Julian. He was tall, he was muscular, he was handsome, he was thick, he was athletic, and he had a massive hog from what Julian could see based on his thirst-trap posts. He was everything Julian wanted in his body, but knew that his body shape/type didnât allow for that kind of wish to be fulfilled. But Julian had other tricks up his sleeve.
At the last family reunion, Julianâs cousin seemed to be glowing. He had a huge amount of confidence, he seemed healthier than ever, Julian thought he might have even been a little larger, and he seemed genuinely contented. When Julian finally got him aside and asked what changed for him, his cousin told him about a concoction that turned his life around. He said that it allowed him to step into the life of another person, like literally inhabit their body. Apparently that kind of new perspective really made a difference for his cousin, even though heâd never spent more than a few hours inside whomever he decided to occupy. Julian obviously demanded to know the ingredients and steps and so his cousin graciously obliged. Luckily for Julian, he had his vacation coming up the weekend after the reunion, and he intended to take advantage of this new knowledge as soon as he could.
Luckier still for Julian, Matteo would be occupying the same location that weekend.
It wasnât as though Julian was tracking Matteoâs patterns, he just knew someone like him hit the gym every single day, sometimes maybe twice a dayâJulian just had to figure out those times. Yes, it required some tracking (or call it stalking), but it was all for a good cause.
He eventually discovered Matteoâs gym time: late evening, almost approaching dinnertime. This made sense, since you had the early risers coming to the gym in the early morning and you had the folks who came in during the late morning and afternoon because they were sleeping in on vacation. No one hardly ever came to the resort gym during the late evening/nighttime, so that was the perfect time for a moderately famous Instagram model to have some peace while he lifted.
So before Matteo made his way to the resortâs gym at his usual late-day time, Julian made his way there to prepare himself for the fun ahead. He went straight to the locker room when he entered, passing a friendly nod to the clerk behind the counter. She was busy on her phone texting someone, she couldnât have noticed him come in at all. âGood,â Julian thought. It would probably be better if no one knew he came in.
Once his shaker bottle was prepped with his fruity pre-workout (plus his cousinâs secret concoction) and his airpods were in, Julian was ready. He sat down on one of the benches in the locker room and scrolled through his phone, making it seem like he was busy or texting someone or something like that. He had to know when Matteo was coming in but he didnât want it to seem like he was waiting on him or something. It had been about 8 or 10 minutes since he sat down and opened his phone. Where the hell was Matteo? Did he decide to skip today, orâ...
Before another thought could enter his mind, the door to the locker room was pushed from the other side and swung open. In stepped Matteo, tall and broad, tan and handsome, proportional and ripped, his gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. A lump formed in Julianâs throat.
âWassup,â Matteo mumbled to Julian as he moved past him.
âHey,â Julian answered back in the same passive, dismissive tone he received.
Julian heard his duffle bag plop down on one of the benches behind him and heard the zipper as Matteo started retrieving some of his things. âNo time to waste,â Julian thought as he shook up his bottle, popped the top, and downed all of its contents. The fruity taste of his pre-workout definitely helped, but the oily, herby, medicinal taste of his cousinâs concoction certainly didnât help with the flavor.
His spine shook at he swallowed the last of it. He could feel a simultaneous burning and freezing sensation sweep throughout his body starting at the stomach, emanating from his gut and pulsing outward. He began to sweat profusely, feeling red hot and flushed. He was doing his best to moderate his breathing to not give away anything to Matteo, making him sweat even more. Running his hands through his wet hair, he could tell that his sweat had a slightly more slick consistency to it. If he didnât know any better, he would swear he was sweating lube.
He brought his hands to his face and felt his sweat between his fingers, noticing the webby trails it left from finger to finger. He reasoned that it couldnât be anything other than lube. Using his other hand, he tried to wipe his sweat off his finger, but ended up pulling the finger far past its normal length until it snapped back to its usual size. He stifled any kind of reaction to not draw any attention to himself, but quickly realized by pulling his arm back past the joint that his bones had turned soft and he was much more malleable than he was before.
Realizing he didnât have much more time left with Matteo in the locker room, he tore off his sweaty black shirt, making his back stretch ridiculously as the fabric slowly dragged across his lubed up back, and stepped out of his dripping black gym shorts and briefs. Now completely exposed, he turned around to face Matteo, who was surprisingly completely nude as well and bent over his duffle bag, facing the opposite direction. Julian stared at his gaping, welcoming ass and his mouth watered, feeling his cock stiff up at the sight. He slowly tugged at himself a few times, not realizing that each tug coaxed his cock longer and longer due to his altered state, and walked silently towards Matteo.
Julian bent over Matteoâs ass, silently inhaling his crushâs bodyâs scent, smelling of cologne, sunscreen, and musk. Because he was shaved (and of course he was shaved), Julian got an easy look of his hole and knew immediately thatâs where he would enter. He was beyond excited. He would be able to walk around in a stacked as shit body and take advantage of the size! The excitement only got him hornier, and he didnât have time for that. He was so close now, he couldnât believe that Matteo couldnât feel his breath against his skin. With no more time to waste, Julian managed a silent, deep breath, and stuck out his elongating tongue.
As soon as Julianâs tongue punctured Matteoâs hole and started feeling itâs way inside, Matteoâs eyes jolted open, overcome by surprise, confusion, and intense pleasure. Instinctively, Matteo loudly and deeply groaned and leaned back against the sensation, pushing his powerful ass backwards into Julianâs face. *SHLORP!* Without warning, the rest of Julianâs head slipped into Matteoâs widening hole, forced in by his own efforts and by Matteoâs unexpected effort, all the way up to his collarbone. Matteo had grabbed onto his own rapidly hardening cock and started stroking furiously as his hole was being stretched and invaded, moaning loudly as an entirely separate body fed its way into him. Julian used his legs to push against one of the locker room benches and squeezed himself further in, feeling Matteoâs hole quickly wrap around his shoulders and sliding quickly down his chest and torso. Matteo continued to stroke his own cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and feeling completely overcome with orgasmic bliss. He loved having his hole bred, but nothing could compare to this feeling. He loved it so much, in fact, that he didnât even notice his gut beginning to distend.
Julian continued to wriggle his way up into Matteo, completely surprised by how easily the process had gone but not at all disappointed. He could feel his ass and junk slip into Matteoâs hole, now being fed the rest of the way in by what felt like a suction, which prompted his rock hard cock to ejaculate intensely and with massive volume as he felt it slide against the walls of Matteoâs guts. Matteo only then realized that his gut had distended to the size of another human when he realized that he couldnât reach his cock anymore. He rubbed his massive gut and groaned, but seized up at the next sensation. He could feel the last of Julian, his big feet, slide up into him with a wet *SHLLOOP!* and felt it settle in his guts.
âHHHHHHOOOOooooooooooooo FUUUUCKK!!â Matteo groaned up to the ceiling as he felt his cock head swell larger and stiffen at its peak as he fired off the largest and most intense hands-free ejaculation heâd ever done in his life. As he bucked his hips into the air, it covered the underside of his gut, down his legs, all over the lockers in front of him. Matteo panted heavily, thrown off by the suddenness of these events and concerned about his gut. He turned around, remembering that someone else had been in the locker room when he showed up, but all he saw was a soggy set of clothes, an empty shaker bottle, and two airpods all laying on the ground. Matteo rubbed his distended belly, groaning orgasmically as he felt the huge mass inside shift and churn, running his hands over its stretched, round form and feeling his rippling musculature under his skin. He was about to call out into the locker room to see if the guy was still there when his stomach seized.
His distended belly began to churn more intensely and rumble, making a series of unsavory noises and taking on several shapes, as Julianâs body began to find its way into its proper spots and crevices. Matteo was grateful to see his belly begin to reduce back to its normal size, but his relief disappeared quickly as his body trembled and went into a full body flex, rendering him immobile. Every muscle group on his body tensed up and flexed completely on its own, his cock pointed straight forward and erect, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Without warning, Matteo felt his consciousness all the sudden fade out into blackness.
Matteoâs body collapsed heavily onto the floor, his muscles still twitching and his body sleek and shiny with sweat. Suddenly, his body started writhing and shifting, bloating and relaxing, swelling and retreating in all directions until finally it subsided with a final pulse. Julianâs eyes shot open and he sat up quickly with a heavy gasp.
Julian took heavily breaths, holding his pounding head in his hands, and felt the weight of his chest rising and falling with each breath. He opened his eyes and looked down.
That was the first thing that came to his mind as he opened his eyes. Sheer perfection. His chest was rounded and firm against his chest, his abs rippled down to a V, his arms bulged and twisted, his legs looked like they could move a semi truck, and his cock was staring back at him, drooling pre and swollen thick despite its very recent ejaculation. He clumsily stood to his feet and stumbled over to a mirror. With one look at himself, he fired ropes of cum onto the mirror completely involuntarily, moaning at his reflection and striking a bicep pose as he did. He drifted into a session the most intense self-worship, but was shocked back to reality when he heard the locker room door swing open.
He quickly grabbed a paper towel, wetted it, and wiped the mirror clean, except for a few lingering streaks, and took a deep breath. He walked away from the sinks and back to the lockers. Thank god the man who came in had gone to a row of lockers away from his jizz-splattered section. With his racing heart finally at ease, he walked back to his section to finish changing. He hardly noticed that his cock was still firmly swinging in front of him, not to mention the new sensation of his pendulous balls slapping heavily against his legs, but he was still surprised at himself with the level of confidence he had walking across the locker room completely in the buff.
As he dressed and with newfound confidence, Julian decided that he would workout commando, let his boys dangle free. He stuffed his junk into his gym shorts, threw on a tank, and laced up his shoes. As he walked back to the locker room door, the man who came in got a long, hard look at him and his jaws went slack. Julian grinned childishly to himself; heâd experienced it before but heâd never really appreciated the feeling of being lusted over or having someone undress you with their eyes. It felt empowering to him.
Julian completed his workout slowly. He couldnât stop flexing and admiring himself throughout the session and made a point to subversively give a show to every person he felt was staring. And how couldnât he?! He was stacked, he was ripped, he was enviable. The cocky confidence almost came naturally to him. While he worked his legs doing squats, he could feel his huge ass stretching apart and putting a strain on the fabric of the gym shorts while his unconfined junk drooped and dangled as he dropped and lifted, and itâs weight and size were simultaneously unfamiliar and hot as shit.
He was either chubbed or fully cocked the entire workout, but he didnât care because (1) he was maybe the biggest, most swole person with the biggest package people would see in this gym and (2) why not let his equipment match the rest of his body? He was bulging literally everywhere, so he figured he would let himself bulge everywhere. Julian had never been this kind of person, but whenever he was done with an exercise, he would vocalize his efforts and loudly groan, followed by an intense flex of whatever muscle group he worked. It was the most conceited thing in the world to admit, but Julian was making himself extremely horny.
Julian completed a few sets on hisâor Matteoâsâabs, chest, and shoulders, and could feel himself sporting the most intense pump heâd ever felt before. He had to see it, but he wasnât even thinking when he brought his powerful hands up to his collar and tore the tank apart down the middle, letting it drop off his frame and onto the floor.
He was more jacked than he couldâve ever believed, he flexed his chest and abs in the mirror, checking himself out and twisting and turning to get a better look at his various angles. He brought his hand up to his chest and ran his middle finger up the valley between his massive pecs, feeling their firmness on each side of his finger and imagining letting any of the few dudes in the gym titty fuck him. He gave one more intense full body flex in the mirror and giggled. What kind of luck was this? How had things worked out so perfectly forâ
â⊠Sir? Sir? Excuse me, sir.â
Julian spun around. Closely behind him was the gym receptionist who hadnât noticed himâhim as Julianâentering the gym. It was no surprise at all that she was noticing him now. He grinned down at her. He had to be a full foot and a half taller than her.
âYeah, whatâs up?â he smiled down at her in a smooth voice, slightly tinged with an Italian accent.
She had to gather a moment before saying anything. She hasnât expected anyone so drop dead gorgeous when he turned around. âOh, uhh⊠well, itâs, yâknow, against gym policy to be shirtless on the, umâŠâ she paused and watched his arm muscles twitch and flex, and cleared her throat, âon the gym floor.â Her eyes had drifted down to his waist, where a massive erection was pressed tightly against the fabric of the gym shorts.
Julian followed her gaze, âOh shit, uhm, fuck Iâm sorry, itâs the⊠endorphins, yâknow?â He considered adjusting himself somehow but with the size of his junk now plus the tightness of his shorts, he knew that it wouldnât really change much. He couldnât tell her that it started because he was checking out his new body but also that it persisted because of her. She was tiny but strong, brunette, and curvy as hell. Exactly his type.
He bent over to pick up his torn tank and put it back on, but it now appeared as a loose vest, exposing his chest and abs underneath. He looked over his pecs down at himself, flexing his abs as he did, âWell, I guess that didnât really help much,â he chuckled. âSorry, I kinda got, uhh, carried away.â
She stared at his abs, admiring how much more they swelled and hardened with his flex, and he could feel her gaze on him. Beginning to realize that the attraction was indeed mutual, Julian decided to fully embrace it. He grinned and flexed his pecs in alternating procession, making them bounce and dance behind the loose torn tank and bringing her gaze up to his pecs then up to his face. She grinned back, her breath shuddering.
âWell, uh, I think that we have extra floor-appropriate clothes in the back, if you want to⊠join me and check them out?â
âScore,â he thought. âYeah, thanks! Lead the way,â he gestured ahead of her.
They walked back to the employees only area of the gym, her swaying her hips back and forth in an exaggerated fashion, attracting his gaze down to her swaying ass. They arrived in the back and she turned around to lock the door while he removed his torn tank and she started unbuttoning her uniform shirt. As soon as she turned around, unbuckling her bra and letting her tits hand out, he had his hands around the front waist of the shorts, lowering them slightly and exposing his recently shaved pubic hairs, directly in the middle where his adonis belt met his crotch.
âIs this what you want?â he asked, pausing in action.
She nodded vigorously, âShow me that meat,â she ordered.
âAs you wish,â he cooed, lowering his shorts and letting his thick, slick, pre-dripping cock swing out and wetly slap against his lower abs and stepping towards her.
âHoly fuck,â she groaned, marveling at his size.
âThatâs what itâs gonna be,â he joked with a grin as he scooped her up into his powerful arms and lowered her panties.
Julian was relaxing by the pool the next morning, having fucked and eaten out the gym receptionist until the wee hours of the next day. He remembered his cousin saying something about only occupying a particular body for just a few hours, but he was having too much goddamn fun! Besides, this was vacation, youâre supposed to treat yourself; plus, whatâs the worst that could happen?
The receptionist was incredible. Theyâd had plenty of laughs, drank a lot of good wine, did some good coke, eaten some good food, and explored each otherâs bodies extensively (well, he her body and she Matteoâs body, but who cares about such technicalities).
But now he was trying to get some alone time. There has to be a recovery period after nights like that, right? Scouting for the next lay could wait. Little did he know, he was being scouted himself as he relaxed by the pool.
A rugged DILF that Julian had been eyeing earlier in the weekend before this delightful little detour was stepping out of one of the resort pools, his eyes trained directly on Julianâor rather, Matteo. He and his tired wife had been wrangling 6 wild kids all weekend, but they had finally found some reprieve. His kids were taking part in one of the resortâs kid programs and his wife was upstairs in their room enjoying a much needed rest. Meanwhile, he was at the pool, looking for some kind of stress relief, and he was pretty sure he found it as he locked eyes with Julian.
Julian noticed the sun disappear from behind his shades and so he opened his eyes to see the DILF standing over him, blocking the sun. In that moment, he began to reconsider his plans to lay low for a few hours. Anyways, how could he with a body and with face recognition like this?
âHey man,â Julian said simply. He twisted his neck to view around the man standing over him, âWhere are your little shadows?â
The DILF chuckled a little, âSomewhere with less exhausted eyes watching over them. Wait, do you know me?â
âOf course, man,â Julian grinned, propping himself up in a seated position on his chair. âIâve had eyes on you all weekend.â
He appeared flush with bashfulness, âThatâs funny, dude, I could say the same exact thing.â
âUh-huh, so whereâs your wife?â Julian wasnât trying to catch him in the act or anything, just prove that heâs been watching long enough to know the story.
The DILF smiled down sinfully, âGetting some much needed R&R. Iâm looking for that too, and for some reason I think itâs you who could provide it.â
âThat was direct,â Julian thought. âThis guy must be pretty horny, could be fun.â Julian sat up more and stretched, inadvertently instigating a full body flex and turning the DILF on even more. He figured he was all the way in at this point, might as well carry through.
âSix kids, huh?â Julian said at the end of his stretch. He reached up and tickled the tip of the DILFâs chubbing cock in his speedo. âThat must be some mighty potent spunk you have.â
The DILFâs voice shuddered as his cock plumped even fatter and harder, giving him a full hard on in public, âYou know it, stud. Feels like rubbers donât even work, they always burst on me.â
âDamn, that big, huh?â
âNah, I mean Iâm plenty big, but thatâs not the issue. Itâs more that I pump out way too much cum.â
Julian swallowed dryly behind his grin.
âI only share it with people I think are worthy of it. You think youâre worthy of it?â He reached down as he said this and started flicking and pinching Julianâs left nipple, making him grunt and causing his own cock to harden.
They both looked at each otherâs hard cocks under their respective swimwear and then back up at each other, their mouths hanging ajar. Julian spoke up first, âSo I guess my room?â
The DILF gestured ahead of them, âLead the way,â he grinned.
âDamn, that was easy,â Julian thought as he stood and started walking back into the resort. The entire elevator ride, they were all over each other: gripping each otherâs asses, feeling each otherâs muscles, squeezing each otherâs packages. The elevator finally dinged on his floor and the DILF sorta backed away from the door as it opened.
âExpecting something?â Julian asked the nervous man.
âNo, itâs just.. well, Iâm on the same floor.â
âWeâll be quiet as church mice,â Julian winked.
The DILF nodded and followed Julian out into the hall.
âIâm just surprised I havenât seen you,â the DILF whispered over Julianâs wide shoulder. âI feel like you would be hard to miss, but I havenât seen you at all on this floor.â
âIâm stealthy,â Julian whispered back, pecking the DILF on the lips, sliding his key card into his doorâs slot.
The door swung open and they stumbled into the room, locked in each otherâs lips and arms. They collapsed on the bed, stripping each other bare, when the DILF spotted a pile of dirty clothes on the floor.
âDude, arenât you like way too big for those?â
Julian looked over to where the DILF was looking and his heart sank. His clothesâhis clothes as Julianâlaid on the floor in a pile.
âOh, thatâs uhh, thatâsâŠâ he was racking his mind for some possible excuse, when finally⊠âEh, itâs a little embarrassing. Thatâs part of a kink thing I have going on. I like to tear out of smaller clothes.â
âIs that so, big guy?â The DILF grinned and looked over Julianâs impressive new body. âWell, I wouldnât want to kink-shame. Throw something on.â
Julian stood up and looked through the pile of his dirty laundry. He didnât want to tear any of his nice shirts.. and he didnât want to part with too much clothing in general⊠He landed on one of his white undershirts and a pair of boxer briefs. Holding them in his mighty hand, he could already feel how small they were going to be on his huge frame. He knew it started as a lie, but now that he was in the moment, he was incredibly turned on by the idea. âHappy coincidence, I guess,â he thought to himself.
He turned around and tried to put on his now-way-too-small clothing as seductively as he could. He pulled his briefs up his tree trunk legs, hearing some seams pop as he pulled them up. They were painfully tight when he reached his waist and he made clumsy work of stuffing his huge package into the briefs as the DILF mouthed âwowâ on the bed, watching Julianâs absurdly large, drooling cock settle into place while his hefty balls were squeezed inside the fabric. They wouldnât even fit over his ass, leaving a clear view of his crack. He felt his cock twitch tightly and intensely within his briefs as he began to feed his ape-like arms into his old clothing. He squeezed his arms close together as he pulled the shirt over his head, shoving his surprisingly larger head into the hole and standing stuck with his arms in the air and the shirt stuck between his neck and massive muscle tits. Julian and the DILF made eye contact and giggled as Julian pulled onto the rolled up remainder of the shirt down his torso. He liked to keep his undershirts relatively tight before this trip and that was becoming entirely evident in this phase. He surprisingly needed a lot of his new strength to accomplish this, pulling his insanely tight former undershirt over his mountainous pecs and down his body. The shirt only made it about a quarter of the way down his 8 pack when the width and size it now accommodated pushed it to its limit. It was essentially now the highest and the tightest crop top on earth, not too much different than a sports bra. He twisted and turned, checking himself out, hearing the tiny rips and pops of the seams in his clothing giving out. Feeling the cockiest heâd ever been in his life, he gave a smirking wink at the DILF and struck a pose like Mr. Universe.
âHoly fucking shit,â the DILF moaned.
âFuckinâ right,â Julian answered immediately with a grin, and a thick bead of pre dripped slowly off the fabric of his briefs and dropped out onto the floor.
The DILF had recently begun stroking his cock watching Julian fully robe himself. He picked up the pace, muttering, âFlex.â
Julian threw up his arm in a strong flex. As if in slow motion, his arm appeared to double in size from under his skin. Immediately, the seams meeting under his pits burst, exposing his rank, hairy pits and leading a tear up the sleeve, making the seam around his bulging arms explode, tiny threads hanging off each torn seam.
âUUHNG,â the DILF grunted, feeling himself nearly peak.
âYou like that dude? Howâs this,â he tightened his arms back behind him and flexed his shoulders and his chest. The slight V that his undershirt formed at the neck line immediately ripped loudly down the middle of the shirt, forming a V shaped tear from the neck to almost the end of the shirt. His massive pecs now liberated, he grinned down at the DILF and made them dance for him, this DILFâs face contorting into the face of a man near completion.
Julian reached down and stroked the chin of the panting DILF, his own eager cock longing to shove itself down his throat. He gripped the sides of his own briefs and tore them slightly, making it easier for the DILF for his next task.
âGrab near here, and pull hard,â he instructed the DILF, who used his free hand to obey his orders. He grabbed onto Julianâs waistband and firmly pulled down. The elastic waist snapped loudly and Julianâs liberated donkey dick swung out and slapped the DILF on the cheek, spitting a helping of pre onto his face.
The DILFâs body went rigid he held himself up to angle his ejaculations at Julianâs cobblestone abs. He held onto Julianâs shoulder and jumped against his waist, unloading a sizable emission on Julianâs bod. He gasped and panted as he finished pumping and leaned into to wrap his arms around Julian, lowering himself back down into a seated position, himself covered considerably in his own spunk.
Julian looked down at him, stroking his chin again until the DILF looked back up at him. Staring the DILF directly in the eye was Julianâs leaking cock. They made eye contact, and Julian grinned down and mumbled.
The DILF immediatley obeyed his orders and sucked in Julianâs cock all the way to the root, then bobbed deeply up and down, up and down, up and down. Julian reached down and got a handful of the hair at the top of his milkerâs head, ecstatically bucking his hips against the DILFâs face.
âRound one has begun,â Julian thought with a gasping smile, feeling his balls churning in anticipation of the night ahead.
Julian and the DILF went into the late hours of the night fucking each other like mad, filling each other up with their fluids. Julian couldnât remember being fucked like that since his final year of college, and the superman body just made the experience all the better.
As fantasticâthe understatement of the yearâas the weekend had been for Julian, he knew all good things had to come to an end and decided to return Matteoâs body back to him and reoccupy his own. He wasnât too bummed about the thought; there was always another vacation along the line, maybe to some mountain lodge with burly lumberjacks or to some charming rural village with hunky farm boys, or any place really. Julian could already feel that the experience was going to leave him with a lot more confidence and a lot more clarity.
Julian made his way back to Matteoâs room, feeling it was only polite to leave his borrowed friend in a familiar place for when he wakes up. As he made his way back, he couldnât help but think that he was forgetting something, but shrugged it off and arrive back at Matteoâs room. He closed the blinds of the window, making sure no one could see inside from any level or balcony of the resort. Couldnât be too precautious, he figured. Once Julian felt like he was nice and secluded from the world, he slipped his thumb into his waistband and lowered his underwear.
His cousin mentioned that the exit process should be relatively swift, but he also remembered that he spent quite a bit more time inside Matteo than his cousin had ever done. He only hoped that it wouldnât make the process painful or weird at all.
Julian stood up on the bed in Matteoâs body and replayed his cousinâs instructions in his head: Itâs very simple to exit, you just picture yourself fully you once again, separate from anotherâs body, completely your own once again. Heads up though, it may require some pushing before you can fully disconnect. Sounded easy enough, sure, but Julian just hoped he didnât screw it up somehow. Heâs never been good at this kind of meditative shit. He wondered how to go about this, but he figured, same way in, same way in out, and positioned himself in a squatting position over the bed.
He squatted for a moment, not really sure of what to do, and just imagined himself again. Julian. Plain old Julian, out of Matteo, enjoying vacation, Julian. Just Julian. JulianâŠ
He began to feel ridiculous reeling his own name over and over in his mind, but as soon as he began to feel ridiculous, he felt a churning in his gut. Then the churning began to intensify. He looked down at himself and his jaw dropped when he saw Matteoâs rippling abs begin to puff out and distend, his gut seemingly getting larger and larger. He panted with a grin, thrilled that it was actually working. He continued his ritual as his gut became bigger and bigger and bigger. In fact, much bigger than earlier in the weekend when Julian first entered, though there was no way for him to know that. He could feel himself beginning to slip out of Matteoâs consciousness, but could also feel that his entire being was starting to wobble, taking way more effort to remain standing up, struggling under his own weight. Julian reasoned that it wasnât anything weird that that the body was just in transition of ownership, just before his eyes rolled back and his consciousness began to drift downward into his own body. Matteoâs body went slack and the form inside his gut stirred to life and started to move out of him, drifting its way downward into his pelvis.
At first, nothing came out of Matteo except some pink, slimy bodily juices, all mucusy and liquidy, until finally a toe popped out of Matteoâs asshole. His hole began to expand considerably as the rest of the massive, size 16 feet fed out of his hole. Then it widened even further as two huge calves slid out, covered in bodily fluids and itâs big, hairy, diamond shaped muscles flexing as soon as they exited the body. The thighs were the muscle group to put to bed any indication that any of this was normal Julian coming outâaccording to his cousinâfor what exited was a massive linebacker set of thighs that were themselves about as wide around as Julianâs entire body normally was. Whatever was coming out was much bigger than Julian had ever been in his life, or even hoped to be.
A huge, kiwi-sized set of balls wetly plopped out of Matteoâs expanding hole and dangled between his thighs as the swollen, veiny shaft remained inside, pointed up towards the abs and not showing any sign of nearing its mushroom head. As the shaft continued to slide out, the advance of the body halted momentarily as Matteoâs hole got caught on the ass. Matteoâs hole stretched and slightly more, allowing the plump, firm bubble butt to slip out. Once the ass had been released, the bodyâs lower abdominals began to appear, large and sculpted and writhing with the bodyâs movements. His cock head finally emerged from its confines and swung out of Matteoâs hole, bobbing stiffly outside of Matteoâs body and flexing/twitching seemingly on its own, seeping out more and more pre.
Matteoâs body trembled even more, and it began to look as though he was sinking lower into himself and that his body was squeezing empty like a toothpaste tube. His muscles had dwindled down to the modest musculature of a twink, his face had reformed to look like a baby face version of his old self, and his cock had shrunk down to a thin button while his balls dwindled down to the size of marbles. As the body continued to slide out of Matteo, itâs hard abs were fully visible, as well as its rippling back and sides. The bodyâs hands and arms were now free, flexing and wriggling as they tried to help move the process along. The hands grabbed onto Matteoâs thin thighs and worked to help pull the rest of the lightly hairy body out with some success. Matteoâs hole snagged one last time as it approached the bodyâs clearly mountainous pecs and shoulders. The hands once again pulled, trying to loosen the body out of Matteoâs hole, and flexed enormous muscles with the exertion the task was taking. Finally, a massive pec shelf and boulder-sized shoulders quickly slid out of the hole, as it finished stretching to its farthest point.
All that was left now was the head, but Matteoâs hole had shrunk down around the bodyâs neck. The muscular neck shook around a bit, trying to loosen the head from Matteoâs hole but to no avail. The free hands of the body lifted up Matteoâs body and began to push away from it. The bodyâs neck strained and stretched upwards, trying to pull free of Matteoâs hole, as the hands tried to stretch Matteoâs cheeks apart to give the head more room to escape. Finally, the head popped out with a wet squelch and a deep, gasping breath. It was a gorgeous, angular face with a beautiful, damp head of hair and a cute beard. By itâs wild eyes, facial shape, and features, the faceâalbeit sharper and squarerâwas unmistakably Julian, but the bulging, heaving, sweaty body was completely unrecognizable.
Propping himself up on his hands and knees on the bed, Julian looked down at himself in abject shock. His muscles heaved with his breath and pulsed with exertion, and he could see his thick coke can cock flared back at him drooling pre. He could feel itâs pulsating tightness, and getting tighter still as he surveyed the rest of his body. He looked at his flexing arms as they propped him up on the bed and his massive shoulders. He could feel the strength of his legs behind him and the curvature of his perfect ass. Looking down at his pecs, he giggled at their incredible size and pushed his shoulders into his body, making his muscular cleavage smoosh together. To top it off, he gave himself a few mouth watering bounces of his pecs.
âAww, fuck yeah,â he grumbled in a rich, deep voice, still unmistakably his but with the sexiness cranked up 10 fold.
He wasnât sure whether it was because of hearing his earth-trembling voice or because his body was inevitably heading to this conclusion, but right after his words, he felt his heart beat quicken, his breathing grow more rapid, and his cock head inflame. He was about to bust all over the room, this he knew for sure. His breath caught in his throat and his lower body muscles began to contract.
âUUHHâUUUUHHHHHhhhhoooooooooooâ Julian groaned loudly on all fours his hips bucked, sending a long, thick, massive rope of cum out of his cock, landing heavily and wetly on the bedding. That was followed by another of equal size that mostly sprayed against his abs, chest, and face, huge droplets of it raining down onto the bed below him. Again, another of equal volume squirted out of his cock, most of it landing on the quickly soggying bedding and some of it landing on Matteoâs passed out, newly twinkified body. Julian sat back on his knees as he continued to unload, twisting teasing and pinching his sensitive nipples as he painted himself and the bedding white, his grunts turning onto breathy moans as spunk flew out of his body as he bucked his hip into the air, sending ropes of his jizz into the air to splatter down on the bed, on Matteoâs body, or on his own body.
As his cock began to expel jizz in more of a lazy drool rather than like a squirt gun, Julian began to catch his breath in big heaving gasps, his pecs rising and falling as he did. In his post-nut glow, he began to scoop huge quantities of his own cum off several parts of his body and brought his hands up to his mouth to suck clean. He had sampled his own product before, which had been pretty yummy thanks to his diet and exercise habits, but this was on a whole other level. He couldnât get enough of the stuff. He even leaned over to scoop some off Matteo with his eager tongue.
However, in the post-nut clarity that followed, Julian looked down to really take in what had happened to him⊠and more importantly maybe, what happened to Matteo. Julian couldnât reason it any other way other than that he had sapped Matteo of all his muscles and all his good features when he exited the body... He recalled his cousin saying that he had never spent more than a few hours in a body, and his heart dropped when he realized that he had spent an entire day and a half as Matteo. Could that have led to these.. uh, results?
He stumbled away from the bed and spotted a beach towel draped over one of the sofas in Matteoâs suite. He grabbed the towel and looked back at the bed. Finally, he got a good look at the new Matteo as he was sprawled passed out on the bed: lean but thin, short, a much more boyish face⊠If someone entered the room at the moment, they would think that the hunky Julian just had his way with an eager twink. He wrapped the beach towel around his waist, something that once wouldâve wrapped around his waist with room to spare that now could barely touch end to end. He held his head in his hand, not only because his head was searing in pain from his exit and transformation but also because he had no idea where to go from here. He supposed the first place he should go should be his own room.
Julian turned and slammed the door to his room, dropping the paper bag with new clothes on the floor, his heart racing from his journey since Matteoâs room.
He had left the room in just the beach towel since none of his clothes were around nor did he think they would fit him, and knew he had to find something new to wear. He reluctantly went to the elevator to go to the bottom floor to the resort lobby, where he knew there was a little store where he could buy sundries, certain that there would be a swimsuit or something he could buy.
He was in luck when there was no one in the elevator with him and that the lobby was nearly empty, but the tiny store was another story. He entered to see it occupied by the register worker and some other guy checking out sunscreen bottles. Knowing he should do what he needed to do as quickly as he could, he immediately went to the clothing rack and browsed through the swimsuits. There was only one type of speedo he could choose from that came in several different colors, so his options were limited. He quickly held the suits up to his waist, running though the sizes and running out of options quickly, each size still too small to fit him. He got to the largest size, a black pair, and held it up to himself. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but it was better than nothing.
He looked around at the store, making sure no one was staring at him, and acted quickly. He lowered the shorts to pull up his legs and under his towel, but stumbled on one foot, prompting him to quickly lean to the side, causing his dick to flop to the right and slap against his huge thigh a little too loudly. He winced as soon as he felt eyes on him and decided to just make quick work of it and pull it all the way up, just rip the bandaid off, unwittingly flashing both the cashier and the other customer.
Despite the embarrassment it caused him, it actually fit quite nicely on him. Like, really nicely. Looking down at himself, he saw that his bulge filled the black suit out nice and round, looking from afar like he must have been stuffing, and grinned. His pecs obscured his view slightly, having to crane his neck just a little to see over them. That had never happened before. Julian flexed his chest slightly, watching his pecs tighten and release, bouncing slightly. He let out a breathy chuckle and started doing it with more fervor, this time alternating between both pecs, making them dance and jiggle as he looked down at himself, causing his cock to plump up at he enjoyed his body.
He looked back up and noticed that the other guy in the store was staring at him, and he quickly realized that he was fully cocked, watching himself bounce his pecs, not thinking about how that might look from afar. He gave an awkward smile to the man and cringed to himself as the other guy looked away. âEnough of the bullshit, gotta get back to the room..â Julian thought to himself, slinging the beach towel over his shoulder and grabbing 2 more pairs of the same size but of differing colors. Approaching the cashier counter, he dropped the other two speedos on the counter.
The guy behind the cashier rung up the two items and then looked down chewing gum at the one Julian was wearing. Julian realized the hang up and stuck his hands down into the speedo to fish around for the tag. The cashier swallowed hard and could see Julianâs fleshy, enlarged tube of meat from his vantage as Julian finally found the tag between his ball sack and his thigh. Julian pulled it out by itâs plastic string and grinned up at the man. He noticed that the cashier was still staring down at his crotch, and so he cleared his throat. The cashierâs eyes shot up to Julianâs, who grinned back at him.
âCan you bill it to my room, bro?â Julian asked sweetly, putting his hands behind his head in a faux scratch, flexing powerfully to give the cashier a peek at his arm muscles. The cashierâs jaw went slack and he swallowed dryly and nodded. âThanks, man. 1507.â Julian winked with a sly grin and walked away.
He could tell by the way the speedo hugged his waist that he had a perky, firm ass for the two guys in the store to watch as he walked away. Julian couldnât get enough of this. He was loving the adoration, he was loving the lust he could feel radiating off people, he was loving the powerful feeling of his new body. He didnât have a single fucking clue how something like this was even possible, but he could definitely get used to this. He arrived at the lobby elevator and his the up button to head back to his room. The door chimed and immediately opened, letting him step in alone. The door was sliding closed as he was looking at his bulging arms again. Once fully closed and allowing his musk and pheromones to permeate the elevator, Julianâs hormones went into overdrive.
The elevator began to rise up as he twisted and flexed his arms a little harder, grunting as he watched his arms form mounds and peaks heâd never seen before. He groaned as his hands drifted down to his chest, squeezing his muscle tits and moving them around, loving their size and weight. He tweaked his nipples and moaned as a bead of pre leaked out of the fabric of the speedo and drooled down to the elevator tile. He ran his hands up and down his torso, feeling the cobblestone texture of his abs. He arched his back and to the sides slightly, feeling them distribute across his torso as he did and moaning with a ecstatic grin across his face. While it was more subtle before, he could now actively smell himself reeking up the elevator. He lifted his arm and ran his tongue over his bulging arms, drifting just slightly lower to taste his mouthwatering hairy pits. He brought his hands behind him and rubbed his ass, feeling itâs roundness and itâs firmness under his touch. He traced its outline with his fingers and felt the firm meatiness of his thighs where they and his ass connected. He then drifted his hands forward to his package, squeezing his boner over the speedo fabric, kneading his ball sack and feeling the dull ache of his massive bull nuts. The entire front of his speedo was soaked warmly with his sticky-slick pre. He gripped his junk with one hand and firmly shook it within the fabric, watching its size and weight affect the fabric of the speedo. His junk was taking up quite a bit more room than it used to, and it jiggled stiffly under the fabric. He ran his hand up his torso again, one hand gripping his package, one hand twisting a nipple andâ
His heart jumped at the sound and panicked as the doors started to open. On his floor in the elevator lobby was the jock-otter DILF that Julian had fucked last night in Matteoâs body. He wasnât with his wife or kids and he was staring down at his phone as the elevator doors opened completely. Julianâs heart thudded and he attempted to shimmy past him unnoticed. Both because of his impressive size and the scent he was emitting like mad, the DILF looked up at him and his jaw went slack. He took about a half second to size up Julian as Julian tried to hurry past him.
âWhatâs up, big dude?â the DILF said casually.
âUhâUhhnn, nothinâ man, whatâs up?â Julian tried to avoid eye contact and shimmy around the DILF.
âJust living life, bro,â the DILF looked down to Julianâs crotch. âHey, does that hog need milking?â
Julianâs cock lurched and spat out more pre at the question and he chuckled out of breath for a moment, âWh-What? Uhh, I think Iâm good, man, maybe laterâŠâ
âYeah, man, any time, turns out Iâm excellent at it,â he playfully slapped Julianâs ass as he passed. Julian squeezed his eyes closed, trying to not bust it in the hallways right there. The DILF entered the elevator and it started to close, but Julian could hear his breath quickening and sensual groans coming from within as the door closed completely. Seems as though his musk was more potent than he thought.
Julian hurried to his room and locked the door behind him. He needed to call his cousin, but before he could focus on anything, he just needed toâŠ
âAwwww fuck yeah,â Julian groaned as he sped into the bathroom and whipped out his throbbing, thick, slick 10.5 incher, immediately starting to pump it. Heâd been fully torqued since he entered the resort store in the lobby and a lot happened since then.
âHhaaaaahhh mmppfff,â he groaned loudly as he continued beating his meat, twisting his free arm in front of him and flexing intensely, admiring his strength. He looked at himself in the mirror as he pumped, flexing for himself and turning himself on, a sensation that Julian was thrilled to experience.
âFUCK yeah, RRRRNNNGG, stroke that fat cock,â it was as though he was performing his own personal porno, himself as the star, himself as the viewer. He bucked his hips against his pumping hand and squeezed his nipple. His breath quickened and became higher and shorter, and he knew he was getting close. His neck muscles flexed and he could feel himself tensing up, andâŠ
His hips bucked one more time and a pressure washer torrent of jizz pumped out of his cock and onto the bathroom mirror, and then another, and then another, and then anotherâŠ. It seemed like it would never stop. All the while, Julian was gasping and groaning, pinching his nipple as his jizzed all over the bathroom mirror, counter, sink, and floor. More and more of it squirted onto his chest and torso, and he just rubbed it into his bulging muscles and dark body hair. The bucking of his hips reduced as he tapered off, the ejaculate coming out of his cock slowing to a few lazy squirts, and he finally took a deep breath, his body sweaty and his heart pounding.
It was also in that moment that he was able to get a good look at the damage. Heâd seen some pretty filthy, cummy bathrooms in his time, either at orgies during college or in the public bathrooms at downtown gay bars, but this was something completely new. He had essentially painted the whole mirror white, covered the counter in thick splatters, and a wide pool of his seed was sitting in the sink. He definitely loved a huge load, but this was way out of the ordinary. It was time to call his cousin.
âAyyyyooo primo!! QuĂ© pasa? Did you do it? Turn on your camera pendejoâŠâ
âOkay but donât freak out, prometes?â
âYeeeesh, quĂ© pasĂł? You sound sick, bro. Yeah, yeah, I promise but whatâFFFFUCK!! QUĂ MIERDA!â
Julian appeared on his front facing camera, sending his cousin into hysterics, making him cringe a little.. but also kinda blush. He loved the surprise he was giving people.
âYeah man, you said it.â
âHow in the hellâŠ?â
âNo sĂ©! I followed your instructions exactly, I have no clue what happened!â he knew that was a little bit of a lie. He set the phone in the chair across from him so he wouldnât have to deal with angling his phone while they talked.
âHoly shit bro... So a couple hours later you came out looking like that?â
Busted. âWellâŠâ his cousin glared at the camera, wondering what excuse was coming. âYeah, but it was aâuhh⊠a few days? Two? ⊠Two and a half?â his face cringed as he said it to his cousin.
âAaahh, see, I knew you werenât telling the whole truth.â
âYeah but when I finally got out I was,â he gestures up and down, âthis, and he was, uhhh, well I guess how I used to look.â He twisted his arms and looked down at his rippling body during the small silence while his cousin was processing this.
âWellâŠâ his cousin began with a sigh and a momentary pause. âI guess I should be congratulating you, I mean you look fucking jacked, homie!â
Julian looked up from his self-admiration at the complement and beamed. He leaned back, giving his cousin a flex.
âQuĂ© guapo, no?â Julian asked with a giggle, intensifying his flex and inadvertently exposing himself to his pits.
âShit, yes! This is incredible, dude⊠I remember when we were young and you always wanted to get sooo big, you used toââŠâ
His cousin kept talking but Julian wasnât paying attention anymore. He took in another long whiff of his pits, his heavy musk and extra potent pheromones pervading his own senses. He kept checking himself out abs flexing harder and harder until he could feel his muscles burn. He buried his face back into his pits and inhaled deeply, sticking his wide tongue out to lap at the hair under his arms and chewing on his biceps a little. He could feel his stiff cock twitching and leaking pre with every stimulation. He dug into his speedo and pulled out his enormous hog, slick and glistening with pre, pulling back itâs foreskin and using the tip of his thumb to tease his giant, spongy cock head. He stroked his foreskin back up, then back down, up, down, up, down, up, oh fuck yeah, down, upâ..
ââŠâYOOOOOOO, ESE!!!! FUCK DUDE, EARTH TO JULIAN, HOLD UP!!!â
Julian was shocked back to the present. He looked up to see his cousinâs shocked face on his small phone screen and panically stuffed his hard cock back into his speedo, wincing at the pain of forcing it back in and making his shorts tent obscenely. He took a deep breath and finally looked back at his cousin with an awkward grin.
âSorry about that,â he said looking away and scratching his forearm. âI guess Iâm still getting used to, uhh.. this whole thing.â
After a short moment of silence, his cousin took a heavy sigh, âWell, that was something Iâd hope to never watch family do⊠But I guess I get it. Iâd have a hard time keeping my hands off myself, too. Just.. impulse control, right homie?â
âYeah, right,â he was embarrassed by what transpired but didnât think his cousin fully understood. He wasnât really in control at the moment, it felt like hypnosis. âThis clearly is going to take a lot of getting used to.â
âNo kidding,â his cousin concluded with a heavy sigh. âBut letâs leave it in the past! I have to go now to get ready for my shift, but enjoy it man! Maybe go visit that guy, see if he remembers anything.â Julian thought about the suggestion; he should probably at least check up on Matteo to see if heâs alright. âI should be thanking you; now that I know the effects of long term use, I may have to take advantage of it myselfâŠâ
Julian could tell that his cousin was beginning to conspire, perhaps racking his mind for any studs he knew that he could take for a long ride.
âBut anyways,â his cousin piped up after a brief pause. âI guess Iâll see you stateside! Go, uh.. go take care of that thing before you burst a vein or something.â
Julian felt his cock twitch in his shorts, still rock hard, and chuckled awkwardly, âBelieve me, I will. Talk to you later, man.â
âDiviĂ©rtete, homes!â
Julian reached across and hit the end call button and stood up to head to the bathroom immediately. Seems his refractory period had become incredibly short. Once heâd taken care of himself, heâd head down to the beach to see if he could find Matteo.
Making his way down to the beach was as much of a challenge as his short trip after leaving Matteoâs room. He changed into another pair of the speedos he bought since his first pair was now a cum soaked mess⊠plus the khaki color of the new pair showed off his junk well and complemented his skin tone perfectly. He received plenty of stares and grins on the way there, most of which he responded to with a grin and a wink, othersâthe luckier onesâhe responded to with a few bounces of his pecs.
He donned his sunglasses and walked along the beach, prompting several cat calls from drunk onlooking vacationers, making him blush and exciting him even more. Heâd never gotten this kind of attention and getting it now was a surreal, exhilarating experience. As he walked, he kept his eyes peeled for someone familiar, someone he knew wouldnât be how they were before. Matteo was bound to be there at this time of the day, he just had to figure out where. Someone of his level of fame should have plenty of people sitting around him, but he knew that probably was no longer true based on how he remembered Matteo earlier that morning.
He had made his way down the length of the beach and was about to turn back when his eyes locked on someone. Almost at the end of the resortâs long row of beach chairs and umbrellas sat Matteo. Well, he was wearing a way-too-big pair of swim trunks and his hair was more disheveled but it was unmistakably Matteo, at least for someone who knew Matteoâs face as well as Julian now did. Except this Matteo was a cute, thin twink, reclined back in the chair, his sunglasses on, his hands folded behind his neck as he basked in the sun.
Julian readied himself to approach, worried that somehow Matteo would recognize him and lose it, though deep down he knew that was unlikely. He ran his hands through his hair, shook off his arms, took a deep breath, and walked over.
Matteo had his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the waves and hoping to get a nice tan, when he felt the presence of someone standing over him. His eyes opened and fell on a specimen of pure male beauty, head to toe with bulging, rippling muscles, light hair covering his golden brown skin, a mouthwatering package, and a mug that could stop anyone in their tracks. He lowered his sunglasses to get a better look.
âWell, hello to you,â he said eyeing Julian up and down, his voice much higher than Julian remembered.
Julian took off his own sunglasses and tried to put on his sexiest voice, âHey yourself⊠mind if I join you?â
âHas anyone ever said no to you?â
âWell, I imagine you, uhhâŠâ Julian caught himself starting to say something along the lines of someone as instagram famous as Matteo wanting to appreciate some time alone for once but caught himself beforehand. âI donât know, I donât want to assume, yâknow?â
Matteo chuckled a little, âNo, dude, not at all,â he gestured to the empty beach chair next to him and Julian sat down and reclined with him with an excited smile. âWhat brings you here?â
Julian shrugged his meaty shoulders, âVacation, relaxation, catch up on sleep⊠same as you, I bet.â
âSomewhat⊠I did have business plans but they actually took a turn earlier, but Iâm.. surprisingly not upset about it.â Julian felt a weight lift off his shoulders. âI canât tell you how long itâs been since I had some time to myself.â
Julian was surprised by this admission, âOh yeah? Business got you too preoccupied?â
âYou could say that.. I usually canât enjoy a moment like this in peace, but now that I have it I canât imagine going back to it.â
âSounds like youâre close to quitting?â
âWell, I think I have to, but I couldnât be happier about it.â Julian couldnât have imagined this going better for him. âSpeaking of which, I also couldnât be happier running into you here, stud.â
Julianâs cock fattened enormously. The fact that his former number 1 crush was talking to him like he was the more desirable of the two was almost more than he could handle. Matteo was still confident and cute, his pert twink ass looking inviting as hell, but Julian was the lustworthy adonis now. This sent his horniness and cockiness into overdrive.
âLooks like youâre pretty happy about it too, man,â Matteo chuckled and gestured down to Julianâs speedos, which were now bulging obscenely as Julian laid on his back.
Confident in his new equipment, Julian didnât feel a need to twist his hips away or hide himself in any way. With a cock like his, thereâs no good way to hide it nor should it be hidden. He grinned and brought his arms up, folding his hands behind his neck, not thinking about what he was doing and once again exposing himself and others to his pits. His scent began wafting over to Matteo.
âWhat can I say, I know what I like and I like what I see,â he said saucily, grinning over at Matteo as his own scent reached his nose, making his heart race and his mind foggy with lust.
âThatâsâ..â Matteo started to say something but his senses were attacked by Julianâs new intoxicating musk and immediately made him rock hard. Julian could see Matteo take a huge breath and adjust his seating, watching his brow bead with sweat, seeing his cock rise stiffly against his loose speedo, and heard his breathing quicken. âThatâs, uhhm, ungh fuckâ..â Matteo tried to say something else but was having difficulty concentrating on anything.
âStop talking,â Julian ordered, smiling over at Matteo. âWe both know where this is going, no need to seduce each other.â
âI guess youâre right, dude,â Matteo groaned, unsure what was making him so goddamn cocked all the sudden. âFuck, man, youâre like walking sex.â
âThank you,â Julian said softly, leaning in closer to drive home his effect on Matteo. âBut really, thank you,â he thought to himself. Enough fucking around. âWhereâs your room, pup?â
Matteo rolled his head over with a drunken grin, âFollow me.â
They quickly stood and started walking back to the main building, Matteo quickly and eagerly leading Julian by the hand. They couldnât help but giggle as they went, each amused by how turned on each of them were and Julian only slightly amused that he was being led like a bull to somewhere heâd visited many times over the weekend, unbeknownst to Matteo. He was only getting harder and harder, feeling his nuts, with his and Matteoâs combined power, churning a huge load to deliver into his generous donorâs guts.
The entered into the room with Matteo wrapped around Julianâs hard body, sucking each others faces deeply, Julian leading the way through the suite. Surveying the room for just a second, Julian could see paper bags full of smaller new clothes. Looks like Matteo also had to do a little shopping trip.
âMmmph,â Matteo grunted through a kiss and they disconnected, panting for a moment. âYou sure know your way around the room.â
Julian tried to cover his tracks, lying between kisses, âIâm just taking your lead, babe,â Julian looked across the room at the dirty clothes strewn across the room. âArenât those clothes a little big for you?â âOh how quickly the tables turn!â Julian thought to himself.
Matteo paused for a moment in his speech before answering the question, âOh, those? Yeah, some guy I, uhh. Some guy that I was staying with decided to leave early and, uh, left a ton of his clothes. Donât worry about it.â
âOoooh, I have some competition, huh?â Julian asked playfully, squeezing tightly on Matteoâs ass.
âNo one can compete with you, dude,â Matteo moaned as he slipped a hand under Julianâs waistband and played with his hefty balls.
Julian dropped Matteo onto the bed with a wide grin, and the eager twink spun back around and worked on freeing Julianâs seeping, engorged cock from his shorts. One free, Matteo immediately swallowed it, making Julian throw is head back and grind his pubey package all over Matteoâs face. The former fitness/fashion model-turned-twink slut serviced his rod like it was something he was born to do, pleasing Julian in ways he didnât know were possible.
As Matteo continued his expert blowjob, Julian began to realize that he must fuck a hole as soon as possible. He pushed Matteo away from his crotch and lifted him up into the air, spinning him around to face away and angling his back to be arched in such a way that would give him clear access. Matteo, for his part, loved being manhandled like this, for once being on the receiving end of a perfect rod and the perfect man attached to it.
âYou my little breedable cum slut?â Julian asked in a panting breath, spreading Matteoâs cheeks and angling himself with Matteoâs hole.
âYeah, Iâm your little breedable cum slut, daddy,â giggled Matteo in a moan.
âYou want this pipe, babe?â Julian asked as he spat down onto his cock and around Matteoâs hole.
âFuck yeah, babe, give me that pipe,â Matteo groaned, leaning back and sucking Julianâs face.
âYou got it, chief,â Julian grinned at him with a wink and started fucking Matteo raw. Matteo called out in pained/pleasured moans and groans into the suite and held his legs apart to allow for the muscle studâs giant cock to penetrate his ass easier. Julian was in heaven, driven even more ecstatically aroused by the fact that he was now fucking the slutty twink shell of the man whose muscles, cock, and raw sexual power he now possessed.
Julian thrusted and thrusted and thrusted into Matteo, harder and harder, Julian grunting deeply and rhythmically as Matteo let his pleasure be known through loud, ecstatic moans and groans. He began to drip sweat onto Matteo, but that was no problem, they would each become well acquainted with each otherâs bodily fluids that night. Julian leaned forward onto Matteoâs back back, rubbing his hands over his lithe twink body and reaching around to pump Matteoâs smaller cock, which he continued to plug his crushâs hole with his monstrous meat.
Julian and Matteo finally ceased their constant fucking in the early hours of the morning. They got room service, got drunk together, fed each other, made messes on each other, and talked deeply about life between their ravenous fuck sessions. Neither of them were used to being in the positions they found themselves in during the weekend, but neither of them could imagine going back to who they were, and neither of them could find the courage to tell the other that. Regardless, this would be a vacation they would both always remember.
âCan I put you on my insta story?â
Julianâs heart dropped and his eyes lit up as he was turned around, putting on his shorts, preparing to leave. âWhat, you got a lot of followers or something?â He found that he could lie with extreme easeâa skill he didnât know he had, much less one he didnât know was good or bad.
Matteo chuckled, âI have a few. Câmon, act naturally.â
Matteo angled his phone up at Julian who giggled and thought of a pose he could take. He stood up on his knees in the bed and scooped a big handful of his junk into his mitt, squeezing it slightly with his hips thrusted forward and popping a fierce bicep flex with his free arm, topping it all off with a cocky smirk.
âFuck, youâre sexyâŠâ Matteo swooned as Julian giggled, propping himself over Matteo with his two massive arms and planting a wet kiss on Matteoâs lips. âWhatâs your handle?â
Julian thought for a moment. He hadnât uploaded to his instagram in about 2 years. He only had it for celebrity stalking and keeping up with family members, but he hardly ever posted. So why not? He could give Matteo his personal insta and surprise his old followers with what they would only assume was a years-long lifting routine reveal. Anyways, itâll give him a chance to change his profile pic from the landscape to a more update picture. Might as well, he was expecting quite a few new followers.
The irony was not lost on him: entering the vacation lusting after an instagram crush and now leaving the vacation as potentially a new instagram thirst page.
Hell, he may be able to quit his dead end job.
Thankfully, Matteo was kind enough to offer him the clothes that âthe guy he was staying withâ left, so Julian would have something other than his speedos to board the plane back. He was standing at the entrance to the resort, waiting on his taxi to the airport, tying one of Matteoâs button downs around his waist, when he heard his phone chime.
Matteo had posted the pic on his instagram story with a caption: Great vacay meetup w/ @julianmedoza ! Give my boy a follow đ
Julian frowned seeing that Matteo had blacked out his entire instagram account, but grinned widely at his phone as he watched his heart notification icon blink over and over again with new follows. He went back to Matteoâs story and shared it onto his own story. Just to kick off engagement a little bit more, he flipped open his front camera, angled the camera in such a way that captured is huge chest and shoulders, flashed a smirk, and snapped a pic, immediately uploading it onto his feed.
Now his own followers began to send direct messages:
âhey julian, long time no seeeee :)â
âBro wtf!!! Call me!â
He audibly laughed to himself. Things were about to change big time for himâor at least way more than they already hadâone upload at a time.
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