Just look at these fucking legs. The legs of a runner, of a jock. Poor kid was just 19, practicing with his college baseball team. A ball got sent out of field and into an alleyway nearby where I cornered him.
His coach let him practice shirtless, and I could see why. I try not to abuse my power, but I couldn’t help myself. Look at those big meaty pecs, he was just <i>begging<i>for it. I rushed him when he bent down to pick up the ball and slid myself smoothly into his body.
He fought, of course, but I was 30 years his senior and had possessed plenty of jocks before him. He was no match for me, and was soon knocked out in the back of his mind. I checked his wallet and grinned as I looked at his I.D. “Nice to meet me, Jake.” I said and looked at the cash he had. “Just enough.” I grinned and tossed the ball aside, running a few miles in my new athletic body to a porn shop. One with some nice glory holes for me to show off in.
I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for anyone. I paid the entrance fee and rushed into a stall, stripping him so he was wearing nothing but his shoes, socks, wristbands and cap. God, the sight of my new body was intoxicating. I stroked him roughly, knowing I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain in the morning. I shoved some fingers up my formerly straight hole and moaned at the top of my lungs, enjoying the sensation before pulling my fingers out and sliding them into my mouth so I could enjoy the taste of this little pink Virgin hole.
I waited an hour, stroking myself and moaning as I twisted my wrist on my monster cock, moving my hips back and forth to thrust into my hand as sweat drenched my body. I moved so powerfully my meaty pecs jiggled, every second was ecstasy. I panted out, “Mmmmm fuck...how I missed the hormones of a 19 year old body~” I stuck my tongue out, watching myself in a mirror set up across the stall. Poor guy would probably hate being used by a gay guy, but that didn’t matter. He was just a fancy suit for me.
I roared loudly as I felt myself getting closer, giving up on the thought of someone coming in I walked up to the mirror, pressing myself against it and licking my reflection’s tongue, giving myself a wink and a final tug before shooting all over the mirror, panting loudly. I then got down on my knees, licking over my orgasm and smirking, knowing that several men did this before me, and that some of the cum I licked up wasn’t even mine...
It was a shame that no one came to hook up with me in my new vessel...maybe I should stay around a little longer until I get some action. After all, it wouldn’t be fair to him if I didn’t use his body to its max potential.
