This was my favorite part of living in the city. Sexy men doing their daily run on almost every block–so many of them decently or super successful. You can’t go wrong in a paradise like this.
Take Penn State here. He doesn’t even notice me since I’m in my astral form, but I see him take a seat on a bench and lean down to adjust his laces. He hasn’t even started his run, but he’ll be missing way more than the next hour. Fuck me, depending on his job and apartment, he might be lucky if I give him back before the New Year.
Right as he finishes tying those laces I rush him from the back. His smooth, deep voice gasps out and I can tell he just shuddered. He’s cringing and clenching his fists, still leaning down and facing the ground. I’ve become ruthlessly efficient at this over what feels like hundreds of mini stolen lifetimes so far. I feel my energy–my essence–flooding and dissipating into every part of him. From those hairy and toned legs down those fine ass arms and all throughout his core until I surge up his neck and completely fill his brain.
This stud takes one massive gasp for air before every single one of his muscles tenses at the same time and he goes limp, blacking out from consciousness. Almost seamlessly, I begin opening my new eyes, feeling my rock solid new chest leaning against my bare knees.
“Fucking nice…” I say as I sit back up, a look of mischief as I look out on this city I love. I can feel men and women alike checking me out, and I decide to give them something to really enjoy.
I take the shirt off and I can’t even help but run my hands along this chiseled perfection. People around me are looking at me with confusion, but also a hint of thirst. I give the twink gazing at me a wink, and smirk as he instantly blushes before hitting the pavement.
Mile 1…mile 2…fuck me I’m on mile 7 and I’m not even tired. I’ve been in some fit bodies before but this fucker is FIT! My pace has been crazy though. Shit my sweaty torso is getting so many lustful gazes. But I’m feeling such a rush and such a high, I just start doing pushups right then and there, grunting gently as I pound past 100, but still going strong. I stop at 200, amazed at my new body’s capabilities and amused to see the people watching me with either jealousy or lust. I’ve got such a pump going on, and I make sure to give the crowd a nice show of my flexed chest and torso before reaching into my pocket and fishing out my new ID.
Chad Fisher–Yeah I totally feel that. Hell yeah, you can call me Chad Fisher. I see my new address on my ID, and I actually know where it is. Real swanky place, and it’s not too far, not that distance would be a problem for me. I grab my pecs just to feel that carved muscle in my hands before hitting the pavement again, endorphins just adding to this insane high.
The concierge greets me, but eyes me strangely. I realize I’m still not wearing the shirt and pull it back on.
“It was a little hot today,” I said, flashing my million watt smile.
I guess Chad is usually more modest. Or I should say was more modest. I plan on using this body to its full potential.
The anticipation is literally killing me as look at Chad’s keys and see “PH” on the key. Holy fuck, this guy has the penthouse. I hit the PH button and reach the top floor and I literally grin like a little kid as the key fits perfectly into the lock and lets me into this masterpiece of a home. Immediately I can tell this must be at least 18,000 square feet right in the heart of the city.
“What the fuck do you do?” I ask aloud, even though I know Chad can’t hear me.
I shed these sneakers and the shirt and find myself wandering from room to glorious room in these black socks and these shorts. These ceilings are just ridiculous and he’s got everything. Massive kitchen, living room with huge space for entertaining, massive TVs, super modern design, 4 huge bedrooms, and 6 bathrooms, a den, a balcony big enough to host dozens of people a second living room, and one hell of an office, and all with super expensive furniture. I wander into the office and see a magazine featuring the hottest bachelors in all the city, and what do you know, I have pretty good taste–Chad here ranked number one. Apparently, he’s the next hot (in more than one way) hedge fund manager, and he’s already worth north of $600 million.
“Fuck me, I hit the jackpot,” I say as I collapse onto the masterbedroom bed–my new bed–and furiously rip off these socks and shorts, leaving me with straining wood against my underwear. I can already tell that this is a long, thick dick, but my jaw practically drops when I pull the final waistband down and see this fully hard beauty. 9 gorgeous, perfectly straight inches of cut cock greet me, and it’s thick enough that my fingers don’t meet around its girth. Chad left some pubes, but he’s perfectly trimmed and very clean down there. Just the way I like it.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh” I groan as I grab my stolen fuckstick and begin slowly pumping that shaft, grinding against my grip and using my free hand to explore this perfect body.
“fuck yeah! Hottest bachelor in the fucking city!” I yell out as I get more aggressive with my pumping and really begin thrusting against my grip.
Chad is the most virile body I’ve ever been in! I’m literally going all out and it feels amazing, but this level of stamina is just insane! I’m literally glistening with sweat as I give my new meat the most intense workout I’ve ever had. Fuck I know I could keep going with this body, but I start thinking of all the sexy twink and stud ass I’m gonna be pounding with this dick, and that’s enough for me to feel my balls tighten and begin to send me over the edge.
“Oh shit oh shit Ohhhhhhh Fuckin’ AGGGGHHHHHHH GOD!! FUCK YEAH!” I roar in excitement as I thrust my hips in the air and feel my first shot of cum in this body launch clear past my bed and splash against the headboard.
My eyes go wide and I shiver as I drop my hips back onto the bed and arch my back, still pumping away and feeling shot after shot launch out of me, splashing me in the face, landing all over the sheets, coating my chest and leaving a trail down my new abs before I gasped and milked one last drop out and let go of my new meat. I was gasping for breath, ravenously smelling my new underarms and rubbing all of the cum on my face closer to my hungry new tongue.
“So fucking goooooood!” I groaned as I scooped up all the cum on my chest and licked it up. Fuck me I wanted to eat and taste every last drop, but I took the last of the cum on my abs and spread it across my torso and between my inner thighs–letting it soak in like lotion. I wanted to smell like sex for the rest of the day.
I was in pure bliss–post orgasmic bliss for several minutes–literally unlike anything I have EVER experienced. I literally just touched my new body in bed for the next straight hour, smiling every second of it, and finding myself caught up touching my new scruff. It was surprisingly soft in spite of being so thick and manly.
True to my word, I didn’t shower–instead just pulling on a pair of expensive and flattering jeans, an expensive polo, tucked in and held with an Hermes belt. Chad has quite a watch collection, but I settled on my favorite rolex (there were multiple), and topped off the look with some Ferragamo shoes that made me look like one hell of a bachelor.
Scrolling through my new phone, I found the number of my private driver and had him here in an immaculate black car within minutes.
“To the usual spot?” he asked.
I asked him to clarify, and he brushed off that I should have known as he named the ultimate rich straight guy bar where admittedly the women were gorgeous–but again..key word being women…
“We’re gonna change it up tonight,” I said with a smirk as I told him to take me to the hottest gay club in the city.
“Yes sir,” he said, looking confused, but he was too obedient to question me.
I felt like king of this city. I was attractive enough to walk in on my looks alone, but I still went up and slid the bouncer $1,000 in crisp Benjamins, giving his arm a brotherly slap before he nodded in appreciation before letting me walk right in. Hundreds of men and women gawked as I strolled in like the prince of the club. I noticed a particularly cute twink, and pulled him from the line.
“He’s with me,” I told the bouncer and he nodded before we both strolled in, this twink in utter shock.
I slipped the hostess a few thousand bucks like it was nothing, and immediately this boy and I found ourselves in a VIP booth away from the mess of everything. The drink service was virtually instantaneous as we slammed through several rounds, and I learned that this boy was a freshman at the top university in the city. Pete was his name, and still 18 years old. He was actually worried that his fake was gonna get rejected tonight while out with his new college buddies, but here he found himself drinking away with the hottest bachelor in the city. I bullshitted my way through the whole hedgefund thing since I knew almost nothing about the actual job–I just made sure to let this kid know I was rich and powerful and that I wanted to dance with him. I gave the waitress a few hundred bucks and told her to keep the change as this beautiful blonde college boy and I hit the floor.
I saw his friends staring in amazement and jealousy as Pete and I got close and rubbed our sweaty bodies together on the dancefloor. He practically melted into my strong arms, and I could tell this boy must have usually been shy, but the drinks had hit him in just the right way.
“Let’s go back to my place,” I whispered into his ear before gently biting his earlobe.
He just looked at me with longing eyes and that was when I immediately called my driver.
We were a flurry as I closed the door behind us and we tore each other’s clothes off. I think he was too drunk and turned on to really take in what an amazing penthouse this was, but that would be a fun morning conversation. I was honestly in such ecstasy and bliss that it was like a whirlwind and before I knew it Pete was on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders as I pressed my lubed dick against his opening.
“You ever done this before?” I asked.
“N-Never with a guy…” he responded.
I tried not to laugh as I told him, “yeah well me neither.” I was obviously speaking on behalf of the rightful owner of this body I now enjoyed, but Pete didn’t need to know that. All he needed was this dick giving him some sweet love.
Pete scrunched his face and grimaced as I began pushing against him. My dick was pretty massive for a first timer, but I knew he could take it.
“It’s gonna hurt, but then it’s gonna feel so fucking good, baby,” I assured him with my deep, smooth voice. “That’s right, relax and let me in.”
I watched Pete squirm and breathe deeply as I pushed even harder, finally getting the head inside him. I was actually taken aback as I felt his hole snap back tight around my shaft. Fuuuuuckkkk this boy was tight. He was already very red in the face, and the veins on his neck were dilated. Pete was biting his lip and groaning in pain into a pillow, but I kept pushing into him.
“Ohhhhh FUCK please stop!” Pete yelled as he tossed the pillow and grabbed the sheets in his clenched fists.
I eased and gave him a few seconds to catch his breath. I assured him that he needed to try to relax as much as possible, no matter how weird it felt. But I stayed right there with just about 3 inches of my dick inside him until I felt the breakthrough. And Pete felt it too as he got his hole to almost fully relax. We made eye contact for a brief moment before I slid the last 6 inches into him in one smooth motion.
Pete’s eyes shot wide open, and I watched him squirm beneath me, struggling to catch his breath and tossing his head around as his cock instantly hardened between us and began leaking precum by the drop.
“Yeah you fucking love this dick, don’t you?!”
Pete just moaned in response, so I leaned down and had him wrap his legs around me as I got close enough that our chests were rubbing together. I wanted him close as I forced our lips together and explored his mouth with my tongue. He loved the scruff, and I could tell he loved feeling so full of my cock, but he was about to love this even more…
“huuuuhhh,” he sighed as I slowly slid about halfway out and slowly back in all the way. I actually felt his cock throb a little against me I could tell he loved it so much.
“You’re a quick learner,” I teased him before backing up and putting his feet back on my shoulders and grabbing his hips firmly. “So let’s dive right in.”
Peter yelped in shock as I pulled out just enough to leave the head inside him and then pistoned back in.
I didn’t give him time to catch his breath though. I was immediately out, and thrusting back into him, using my body’s full strength and endurance as I powerfucked Pete’s college twink body. I knew he could handle it, and I was so right.
“Ohhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!! FUck that feels so gooooooood!!!! Yeah Fuck me HARDER!” Pete begged as I kept giving it to him with even more intensity. All the strength of these stolen hips, abs, and legs were being used to give Pete even more and more.
I wanted him so badly, I found myself leading us through a flurry of different positions. For a few minutes I had him in the air as I stood and literally pistoned him up and down off my cock–and we both love that, but even a magnificent body like this one could only do that for so long. I remedied this by pushing Pete up against a wall–getting a similar mid air effect, only this time I could hold Pete up against that wall way longer as I used him and thrust him full of my cock. Eventually I was sweating so much that I just couldn’t keep a good grip on Pete so I grabbed him real good, still full inside him, and fell backwards onto the bed. I leaned up and embraced Pete, holding him tight in my powerful arms as he took the lead and rode me there was no tomorrow. I felt him hug me back as our sweaty chests rubbed together, and we locked our mouths together again. Then I heard Pete really start to moan and I could feel his hole clenching. Pete was going at it harder than ever and I knew exactly what was coming. He let go of me and practically screamed as I grabbed his cock and began pumping him as he continued to slam himself full of my meat–and the pay off was just amazing. His hole was going crazy as he began shooting out his load between us–coating both of our bodies as each thrust back onto my dick made him shoot out another ribbon of cum. That was it for me–right as Pete was ending his orgasm, I was feeling mine ready to erupt, and this was going to be so much bigger than the one earlier in the day.
Oh my fucking God, out of instsinct or maybe from all the testosterone in Chad’s body, I rolled us back over so Pete was on his back and just went at it like I didn’t even think was possible. Pete was slackjawed and looking on the verge of consciousness as I used every last ounce of strength in this legs, hips, and core to pound and thrust harder and harder until I just started roaring with my manly voice–fuck, it was like I wanted the whole city to hear as I felt my balls tighten and I finally started erupting deep into Pete’s hole.
I could tell Pete loved the feeling of my seed warming his insides, and I made sure that every shot was launched as deep as possible inside him, but I was cumming so fucking much that eventually it just started leaking out of him with each new thrust. God damn, I kept pounding it into him though, finally slamming myself fully into him one last time before collapsing on top of him and pulling him into a ravenous kiss. He wrapped his legs tightly against me to pull me close, and I loved feeling his still warm cum as our bodies rubbed together.
I don’t know if I passed out inside him or not, but I woke up the next morning and heard the shower running. Smirking, I got up and joined my sexy college twink right as he started lathering his hair.
“Dude, your place is amazing! And last night…”
“Was amazing,” I said, finishing his sentence as I smirked and got closer to him, lathering my body and washing his cum off of me. Part of me was sad to see it wash away, but I knew this was just the beginning for Pete and me. Obviously, I would bang more boys and men, and occasionally maybe I’d even let a particularly powerful man fuck my ass, but I knew I would have Pete as an option for at least the next four years. Holy shit, I’ve never even stayed in a body for more than three months, but this is different…this body, this life, this penthouse, this power, this wealth, this twink in my shower…This is a long haul possession. Regardless of how long it ends up being, I can assure you I will be Chad Fisher for many years to come–The city’s hottest bachelor. Fuck yeah, that’s me.