Capacity
by Derek Williams
By any external indicator, I was riding high. I was only thirty-five, I had just sold my technology company and I had more than enough money in my bank account to live in luxury for the rest of my days. For the last year, I’d been looking forward to the sale, daydreaming in my few spare moments about taking a long vacation.
Now, I was in California, lying on the beach and wondering what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my life.
I had skipped my youth. I was too busy pushing and building so I could have a life filled with luxury. Now, I didn’t have any close friends, no boyfriend, nothing to do except spend my money and try not to go stir crazy.
I needed a change of pace. It’s a terrible thing to feel that you’re at the end of your life at 35. Hell, I needed a do-over on my youth.
That’s exactly what the man offered me.
I was sitting at the bar, sipping a drink and reading a book about empowering my life when he slid onto the stool beside me.
“Hey, you’re Sydney Malone, aren’t you? You’re the guy who was in the newspaper a couple weeks ago?” he asked me.
“Yeah, that’s me.” I didn’t want to talk to this guy, but long years in business had taught me never to push anyone away before hearing what they had to say.
“Enjoying retirement?”
“Quite honestly, no.” I wasn’t really in the mood to open up, but the guy had a kind of a father-figure quality, and it seemed rude to just brush him off.
“Makes sense,” he volleyed back. “Guys like you, the kind who build big things when they’re young, are seldom the type to enjoy sitting on their hands.”
“Oh, so you’e a keen observer of human nature, huh?” Alright, maybe I was being a little snarky, but who was this guy to talk to me like that?
“Nope.” He paused and seemed to chew over the next sentence. “But I know a guy reading a self-help book when I see one.”
“Touché.”
We sat, sipping drinks. Over the next few minutes it turned to companionable silence.
“What if I could offer you something new?” he said in an odd tone.
I sighed deeply. I’d heard this before6. “Look, I’m not in the mood for some con.”
“Then I’ll get right to the point.” He continued before I could interrupt again. “I represent a group behind some extremely advanced technology. We have the ability to swap you into another body. Anyone you want, so long as they’re not a public figure and you’re willing to pay to put them up in luxury for the rest of their lives. Plus, of course, a modest fee for us.”
I was taken aback by the grandiose claim. “I’m sorry?”
“We can bodyswap you with anyone,” he said. “You could be young and beautiful. Old and powerful. Asian bodybuilder? Latino with a porn star cock. We can even swap you into a woman, if that’s your thing.”
What the fuck? “Assuming that’s even possible, what about the ethics? You can’t just steal someone’s life away from them!”
“You’re very rich Sydney. Have you considered that the ethics of the world don’t always apply to you? Besides, they’re well compensated. We actually have a 100% satisfaction rate from swap-ees.”
All my reflexes told me to punch the guy. If this was real, which it wasn’t, this was an outrage and a crime. “Go away,” I said very softly. “Now.”
He slid his card onto the bar, then quietly departed. I didn’t turn around to watch him go. Instead I ordered another whiskey, this time a double.
After a very long while, and too many drinks than were good for me, I picked up the card without looking at it and tucked it into my back pocket.
It was two days before I could bring myself to look at the card.
I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Being someone else. In my case it was obvious, being someone else really meant being someone young and hot. When I started to toy with the idea, I was just fantasizing, but soon it was a full blown plan.
My biggest regret is missing my youth. All those things that are easy when you’re young: partying, making friends, having flings, chasing stupid dreams; I wanted another chance to do all that. This guy was a psycho, but that didn’t make him a liar. Slowly, I justified it to myself.
I got ready carefully. I setup funds that I could access and transfer to my new identity easily. I put together the legal documents I would need and placed them in a safety deposit box. I memorized every account number and password. I made copious notes on everything and reviewed them a thousand times to assure myself that, if this worked, I’d be set as a young millionaire playboy ready to paint the town red.
Finally I picked up the phone and called the number on the card. He told me to meet him downtown that night. The address was of a gay club. He told me that a private lounge would be reserved under my name.
When I got to the club that night, the man was waiting for me. The private lounge turned out to be a balcony overlooking the dance floor, walled in with glass to muffle the noise. I can’t believe I never knew you could get that. It was like having box seats to the hottest show on Earth. It was like having a stalker view on every young buck in the city.
“So what do we do now?”
The man grinned at me. He was settled into a plush couch, his feet propped on a table and some sort of liquor in his hand. “We don’t do anything. This is your part.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’m going to give you a pill. It’s not for you to take.” He held up something about the size of an aspirin. “I want you to find the guy you want to swap with, and I want you to mix this in his drink. Once he drinks it, he’ll be tagged for our system.”
“And then?”
“Then we can swap you anytime.”
“Is there a time limit on this? Do I have to spike some guys drink tonight?”
“No,” he answered. “But you’re looking for young and hot, right? I asked you to meet me here because this club has a great selection of young and hot on Friday night.”
“How did you know what I’m looking for?”
The guy chuckled and rose to his feet. He gestured expansively at the dance floor. “Sydney, everybody here is looking for young and hot. The room is yours.”
He tossed back his drink and wandered out.
* * *
I saw him on my third pass through the room. He was standing by the bar, casually nursing a drink and playing wingman for his buddy. His buddy was rocking a surfer style with a kickass swimmers body, a tight orange tank top with white seams that set off a great tan, and a pair of ass hugging board shorts. The surfer was hot, but in my eyes, he didn’t have anything on his friend.
His friend was short, maybe 5’10”, but it was all densely packed muscle that looked like it had been sculpted onto his frame. He was wearing tight clothes, with a heavy emphasis on the A&F catalog. He paired a t-shirt that practically squeezed his body with a pair of jeans that accented his ass without making him look like a woman. A pair of CKs peeked out over his waistband, their colour enhanced by his thin white belt. His jeans were folded up at his ankles, exposing a pair of suede kicks and giving his whole look just enough of a unique vibe that I wasn’t entirely sure that he was straight out of a catalog.
He was young. Maybe 22. He had short blond hair, rigidly gelled into a fauxhawk, the strong features of a boy just emerging into manhood, and the kind of empty eyes that made me think he didn’t spend a lot of time at the library.
“Hey,” he said, noticing my probing eyes. “What’s up?”
I fell back on the oldest line in the book. “Two shots”, I motioned to the bartender. “Tequila”.
The bartender brought us the shots, then left. The guy clinked his glass against mine and we downed them. After sucking the lime, he stuck out his hand and shook mine with a firm grip.
“Devon,” he shouted over the music.
“Syd,” I answered, motioning for two more.
After he decided he liked the look of me, or at least the look of my booze, I shouted “I’ve got a lounge upstairs. Want to go up?”
Devon’s eyes lit up a little. He flashed his surfer buddy a grin, then nodded at me. His buddy high-fived him, then went back to the guy he was making eyes at.
I had the champaign poured as soon as we got up to the lounge, then chased out the staff and locked the door. When I turned back towards Devon, he was peeling off his shirt and settling back into the couch.
“Whoever the fuck you are dude,” he said, “I bet you’ve got a great life.”
“It’s about to get better.”
He laughed, not understanding my meaning, and motioned to the seat beside him. I sat, drinking in the sight of his pecs and an incredible set of abs.
“Touch ‘em,” he encouraged me. I ran my hand down his body, getting more and more turned on as he flexed under me. He watched my dick start to strain against my slacks.
Devon clinked his champaign glass against mine, then downed the contents and placed the glass on a side table. He leaned in close, hovering an inch from my face. I could feel the heat coming off his young body and smell his overpowering cologne. Outside the window, club music pounded away, keeping the room from a tense silence.
He took my glass and placed it on the table. Then, in a quick motion, he climbed over me and sat on on my legs facing me. We stared at each other for a long moment before he swooped in and kissed me.
“Do you wanna fuck me Syd?” he asked coyly.
This kid was good at being sexy. I couldn’t wait to be that sexy.
“Yeah,” I slid my hand down and gripped his ass tightly through his jeans. “I want to fuck you.”
Would it surprise you that my private lounge included lube and condoms? Yeah, it didn’t surprise me either. In a minute or two, Devon had stripped naked, and I was breathtakingly hard and all lubed up.
Devon put his hands on the couch and leaned over, exposing a flawless young ass.
“I want you in me Syd.”
I stepped behind him and poked at him for a minute, teasing his eager hole. He didn’t give a damn about foreplay. I was hard and he was ready, and he needed to be fucked by a man.
I pushed forward and he relaxed to let me slide in effortlessly. The moment I was in, he started woking those magic muscles, massaging my cock and making me see stars.
“Faster,” he gasped.
I started thrusting my hips, feeling him engage his tight body to maximum advantage. It seemed like we’d only been going for a few minutes when I grunted “Oh god. I’m gonna cum.”
“Inside me,” he gasped, his body glistening with sweat from the exertion.
He milked me dry, squeezing out every drop of cum before I slipped out of him and collapsed on the couch. He moved in front of me, his eight inch dick ramrod hard and veiny in front of me. He pumped it quickly once, then twice. I could feel his stick cum splatter on my chest before he also collapsed on the couch beside me.
I glanced over at that sex god body and made my choice. Unsteady from the afterglow, I poured two more flutes of champaign. I dropped the tracker into the one on the left and handed it to him. It had bubbled for a second, but it dissolved almost instantly.
“Cheers,” he clinked our glasses again before downing his in one long sip. We both laid there for a few minutes before he started to get dressed again.
“That was great Syd,” he grinned. “Look, it’s only one, I’m gonna go back out and dance for a while. Y’know?”
I smiled lazily back at him. He didn’t know it, but he was all mine now. “Have a great night Devon.”
He pulled out his phone. “Hey, do you mind if I take a pic of you? Just for my own scorebook.”
Without waiting for consent, I heard that fake shutter noise they make phones play. A moment later, he was gone.
When I left my lounge, I could see him on the dance floor, laughing with the surfer and having another shot.
I wasn’t even tempted to stay. I left the club, called a cab, and phoned the man.
“Hey,” I told his voicemail. “It’s Sydney. It’s done. I’ll be at my place all day, let’s get this finished.”
* * *
The man arrived quickly. I didn’t expect him there before morning, but less than an hour later he knocked on my door.
“How’d you know I wasn’t going to be asleep?” I questioned him.
“Sydney, nobody sleeps when they’re waiting for me.”
The paperwork took about half an hour. We transferred a princely sum into a numbered account, somewhere that I vaguely recognized as a tax haven. Once the laptop confirmed that the transaction had gone through, he pulled out a mobile phone and started tapping in commands.
“Get dressed,” he said.
I asked why. He told me that part of the reason he was here was to help ‘manage’ the swapee when they appeared in my body. Apparently being clean, dressed, and seated helped decrease the rate of what the man called ‘adjustment incidents’.
I showered, shaved, and put on a comfortable outfit. Then I went at my kitchen table, seating myself across from the man. I nodded at him.
He grinned at me with that reassuring fatherly smile and pushed a button on his phone.
I stumbled, falling forward onto the floor. It was sticky and crowded and loud. For a few seconds, I had no idea where I was. I got lifted off the ground by a big guy in a bright orange tank top.
“You alright?” Was he shouting at me?
I winced into the flashing lights and nodded. Surfer hair and a great tan.
“Go sit down dude, you’ve had like eight shots!”
I was at a bar. No, I was at a club, maybe even the same one from earlier. My skin felt slick with sweat, and I was riding a heavy buzz. All around me, people danced and made out. I turned to find a seat, but instead I found a mirror.
There I was. Maybe twenty-two years old, shirtless, tanned, and impossibly buff. I reflexively gave myself a killer grin, then reached back and grabed my wallet.
“Devon Anderson”, I read my drivers license out loud.
Fuck me harder. I couldn’t believe it worked.
* * *
The rest of a night was a blur for me. Maybe all those shots had something to do with it, but I don’t remember much from my first night as Devon. I remember partying the night away, but I must have gotten really wasted because when I don’t remember getting home.
I woke up to a ringing phone. My cell said it was almost noon.
“Yeah?” I said groggily.
“Hey Devon, it’s Trish. Can you work tonight? Todd just called in sick and I really need another busboy.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, did I wake you up?”
“Uh, yeah.” I remembered who I was now. Better play along until I got the lay of the land. “What time?”
“Four thirty as usual! Thanks Dev!”
I hung up the phone, rubbing my temples and waiting for the inevitable hangover to hit. Nothing. For the first time since I turned twenty-five, I woke up after drinking without a hangover.
I couldn’t believe it all worked. I looked down my body and saw an athletic frame, with only some short royal blue boxers covering my junk. They looked closer to running shorts than boxers.
I ran my hands over my tight chest and defined abs. Shit. I had it all. I slid one hand down past my waistband and silently groped myself, feeling my dick stiffen at the slightest touch. Fuck I was horny, even though I’d gotten off last night.
I jumped up and looked around my room. It was kind of small, but no worse than what I’d lived in during college. And once I’d gotten my money, I’d go buy a luxury condo or something. There was a bathroom attached, so I went in and grabbed a shower. Or at least I tried. Mostly I stood there flexing in the full length mirror on the door until it fogged over completely.
Hot water running over my new skin felt incredible. I just stood there, soaking it in.
When I was done, I raided my closet, finding a tight pair of jeans and a tight fitting tee with the sleeves torn off. Alright, I’ll admit, I tried on everything. Devon was great at making himself look hot, and now it was all for me. I left t-shirt after t-shirt strewn an the floor while I figured out that literally everything I owned made me look like a walking wet dream.
I left the house as people were starting to crawl out of bed. I saw Jason, that surfer guy, stumble into the bathroom and turn the shower up to scalding. There were a couple of other young guys too, just lounging around in sweats and eating cereal. The place felt like a frat house, except without the books.
“Wow Dev, up before two,” they teased me.
“I’ve got somewhere to be,” I said.
And I did. I was headed to my bank, ready to transfer a fortune to my new identity. I felt amazing on the walk there, feeling hot and getting lustful glances from strangers. Nothing was going to faze me today.
I strode into the bank. Last time I’d been here, in my old body, an administrative assistant had rushed out to take my coat and fetch me coffee. I’d been escorted to the managers office where he listened hard about what exactly I wanted to do with my money.
Now I just had to grab his ear again, identify myself as Sidney’s nephew Devon, and take charge of the accounts that were waiting for me.
I got in a line full of bored people waiting to deposit checks and argue about credit card bills. After an insane wait, I finally reached a teller.
“Hey,” I said. “I need to see your manager.”
“Is there something I can help you with... sir?” she asked. She seemed chilly, like she thought I was being a dick.
“Nah, I just need to see the manager. My rich uncle sent me some money and I need to get it.”
She looked at me dubiously, but eventually asked me to wait and went to fetch an assistant manager. They escorted me back to a small office with a bad excuse for a window. Nobody offered me coffee.
“So,” said an old guy, about thirty. “I understand you need some help with a money transfer.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s it. My name’s Devon. My uncle’s Sydney Malone. He said there’s supposed to be some money here with my name on it.”
“Ah! Yes, he called this morning and told us you’d be coming in. I’ll be right back.”
The assistant manager left, then came back with an envelope. It had the name ‘Devon’ written on it in weirdly disjointed handwriting.
I flipped open the flap. Inside was a hundred dollar bill and a note. I read the note slowly. ‘The standard fee for a one night stand’, it read.
“Is there anything else I can do for you Devon?” The manager looked eager to get on with his day.
“There’s a mistake,” I said. There’s supposed to be millions, fuck, no, thousands, fuck, wait...” I was struck with horror. I couldn’t remember what was bigger. “Millions is bigger, right?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” the manager said, “that’s all we have for you.”
“No way,” I said. “Just check account number 13...”, I trailed off again. “Fuck.” I couldn’t remember the number.
The manager looked impatient. “Young man, we have real business to do here. If there’s been a mixup, have your uncle call and it will be rectified.”
In spite of myself, I laughed. “Rectified,” I snickered. “Isn’t that some kind of ass exam.” Shit, I knew that word meant something, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what. And I couldn’t stop myself from saying stupid shit.
The manager stood. “Security will be along in a moment,” he said. “You’d best leave before they get here.”
He walked out. I was pissed off and confused, but I booked it out of there, under the watchful eye of every guard in the place.
Shit. Maybe I was hungover. I couldn’t remember anything. I’m a smart guy, and this wasn’t like me at all. I walked back to the house, not feeling quite so confident. I tried to think the situation through, but every time I got thinking some guy would distract me and I’d totally forget.
Jason was eating cereal and watching cartoons when I got there. I slumped down next to him, getting a little horny just from being close.
“What’s eating you man,” he asked me.
“I just went to the bank and they kicked me out. I was tryin’ to open an account, but I kept getting mixed up.”
Jason laughed, then turned back to the cartoons. “Hey,” he said, “if you need me I’ll ride along and help you with the numbers.”
“I’m plenty smart man.”
“Dude, you move your fuckin’ lips when you read. Nobody is ever going to accuse you of bein’ Einstein,” Jason laughed. “You workin’ today?”
“Yeah, 4:30.”
“Cool, we’ll walk in together. Go change and we’ll head to the restaurant in a while.”
I figured out my work clothes from the photos on my phone. Black slacks and a tight white T. I was a busboy at one of those trendy bars. Jason led me to work, then dragged me out clubbing afterwards. I was so horny that I spent half the night feeling up some random in a dark corner.
The party was great, and this body was a dream, but I seriously needed to find my old body and figure out this whole money thing.
* * *
I had my chance to chew him out a few days later. I was out at the club with Jason and the crew when I saw my old body standing on the balcony by the private lounges. He saw me looking, and gestured that I should join him.
I ditched Jason and headed up to his lounge. When I got there, I was ready to tear him a new one for fucking with me like this, but he got the first words out.
“You see… Devon, I can’t help but thank you. I know I should be pissed off, but seriously, have you seen the life you left?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Seen it, man I lived it. Nothing but misery there. What are you so happy about?”
“Now, you look great, but it’s just empty good looks led around by a horny cock. The body you gave me, it’s not bad looking, and the millions don’t hurt either.”
“But, that’s my money.”
“Not anymore. I’ve been crawling through your life, reading your accounts and understanding your stock options. I’ve been reading your e-mail. Figuring out your friends and your property. Mostly, I’ve been deciding what stays and what goes.”
“And the money,” he said, “the money stays with me.”
There was a long pause while he let that sink in for me. Slowly I started to realize that he was taking it all. The money, the cars, the mansion. Everything.
“The thing is, your old life wasn’t bad at all. You had everything, and when you didn’t, you could just buy it. You want to be young and go to parties and get laid, but honestly, there was nothing stopping you.
“The night we met, you picked me up no problem. Yeah, the tequila had something to do with that, but this body isn’t ugly. With a bit of effort, it’s going to be damn hot. And I can afford that now, to spend a year just making myself hot.
“You just needed to live this life without any of your baggage, you know, actually live it. The first thing I did was throw out all those damn self help books.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Of course, it’s not like my life was bad either. And you’ll enjoy it. It’s about all you’re good for anymore.” He said it like he was taunting me.
“Huh?”
“So you haven’t noticed yet, huh? I don’t suppose I noticed either. But the moment you put me in this body…” he paused dramatically. “The moment he put me in this body, I could actually think.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Surely you’ve noticed, you’re getting dumber. I talked to the bank manager. He told me about your visit, you’re basically numerically illiterate.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but I think he was insulting me.
“Devon, when you swapped our bodies, you really just swapped our minds. We’re both still running these bodies on the same old hardware. The same patterns etched by years of practice. This brain is used to thinking clearly. That one’s used to thrusting it’s ass at any cock it deems hot enough.”
“See Devon, we swapped bodies, but now you’re trapped in there. You might have been pretty damn smart when you had all this to work with, but you’re no genius anymore. You’re stuck with a morons brain.”
“But… Like… That’s fuckin’ retarded,” I shouted at the older man.
“Four years of college debate, and that’s the best you can come up with? God, I’m glad I never realized just how tiny that brain was when I had it.”
I was mad. He was calling me names and making me feel stupid. And I didn’t want to admit it, but I was getting a little turned on, the way he was calling me dumb. So I yelled at him.
“You fuckin’ stole everything from me!”
“No, I got everything from you. One of us is a thief, and it’s not me. I’m just the lucky one.”
I felt all twitchy. Without really thinking, I launched myself at the thief, trying to knock him out. I felt strong hands wrap themselves around my biceps. The guards pulled me back before I could reach him.
When I stopped struggling the calloused hands holding me back relaxed, but they didn’t release me.
“Look,” I said. “I’m willing to be reasonable here. Give me some of the money. Just the amount I had set aside for you.”
He just laughed. That pissed me off, but with the guards holding me firmly I knew better than to try anything.
“Well, how about an allowance. Just somethin’ to make my life easier.”
He laughed again. I wasn’t getting anywhere.
“Fuck man, I can’t be a busboy for the rest of my life. Take me home with you. I’ll be your houseboy, your sextoy, whatever you want.”
Suddenly he stopped laughing. He stopped and thought for a few seconds. I knew that look, it was the one I used to get when I was forming a plan. “I’m not promising you anything,” he said soberly, “but you can come home with me tonight.”
The hands released me, and I stepped in close and gave him what I hope was a mind blowing kiss. “Take me home,” I whispered, running my tongue along his ear.
“Lose the shirt,” he said, looking at me hungrily.
I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the ground.
“Now the jeans.”
I kicked off my shoes and socks, then peeled the jeans down my body. In moment I was left wearing nothing but a pair of bright green trunks.
“I’ll take you home, but on the way out of the club, I want you yelling out about what a whore you are.”
I reached for my pants, but he put his hand on mine and stopped me. “It’s a warm night. You don’t need to be wearing anything but that.”
I could feel my face flushing bright red. A looked down at the crowded club, and then I looked at him again. If this was the price to get back in my mansion, it was one I could pay. I nodded.
On the way down the stairs, I shouted at the crowd. “Hey, guys, I’m a fuckin’ whore.”
A few people noticed and chuckled. I guess they knew it was true.
“Again,” he said.
“Can’t you hear me?” I shouted. “I’m the biggest whore in this city!”
Now people were staring at me. Even though I had an amazing body, it’s hard not to get a little embarrassed when the twinks by the bar are pointing and snickering.
“And once more for the doorman,” he said.
“Hey baby,” I ran a finger along the bouncers chest. “I’m a total slut. You need a good time, just call.” The bouncer just shook his head and gave me a long suffering look.
The limo was being pulled around. “Now shake your ass at the crowd before you get in.”
I pulled out a few dance moves and gathered quite a few stares from the smokers and the guys in line. A few phones came out. I’m sure there are pics of me shaking my ass in front of a limo somewhere on the internet.
* * *
Soon we were naked on his bed. He lubed up a condom, then motioned for me to flip. I put my ass on display, already painfully hard at the thought of another man in me.
He poked at my rear, teasing just along the edges. I could feel my ass relaxing, readying itself for the feel of him inside me. I wanted it bad.
“I want you to tell me how stupid you are Devon.”
“I’m not stupid,” I protested. Just ‘cause the bank guy confused me didn’t mean I wasn’t still smart. God I wanted him to push right into me.
He held his dick away a bit. “Come on Devon. You know you’re just a brainless fuck machine now.”
“No, I’m...”. I remembered being smart. I needed to be smart.
“I’m ready Devon.” He was enjoying making me wait for it. “Just tell me how stupid you are and I’ll fuck you raw.” He knew how bad I needed it.
I wanted him. I needed him. My mind kept pushing back though. I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t just a slave to cock.
“Devon?” Sydney withdrew a little more.
Fuck. I needed him in me now.
“You’re stupid,” he told me.
“I’m stupid,” I whispered.
He hit me like a semi, instantly burying his cock deep inside me.
“Yeah,” Sydney grunted, thrusting his cock in and out of my needy hole. “Yeah, tell me how dumb you are.”
“I’m dumb Sydney, I’m fucking stupid.” I’d given into it. Oh god. It was true.
I lost track of time, and I lost track of how stupid I confessed to being. Eventually, after a long, rough ride we both passed out exhausted and sweaty.
I woke up to sunlight on my face. I was in my bed, back in the mansion. ‘Please’, I thought. ‘Let it have been a dream’.
But then I looked over and saw him walk out of the bathroom, the steam from his shower still billowing out, dressed in running shorts and nothing else. He tossed a duffel bag on the bed. It was the clothes I’d worn last night, evidently gathered up by the staff.
“You should go now. I’ve got to go for a run and start whipping this body into shape.”
“But...you took me home.”
“So?” He gave me a little look of pity. “It’s perverse, but hearing you admit just how trapped you are in that little mind was just what I needed to really move on with this body. Maybe I’m petty, but I needed a little revenge. You know the way out.”
It was a long walk back to my house. Work called while I was walking to see if I could work a double shift, but I lied and told them I had the flu and couldn’t work for a couple days. Shit, I shouldn’t have done that, I needed the money.
About a block from my place I bought a couple dozen beers. The living room was empty when I got there, so I sprawled out on the beanbag chair and cracked the first one. Then the second. Then the third.
I ignored my housemates all day, only moving to piss and poach more brews from the fridge. Sometime around midnight I fell asleep, passed out in a beanbag chair with some movie on the TV.
I felt like shit the next day, so cracked open another. And another. Eventually the guys were bugging me enough that I retreated to my room and passed out in the big chair there.
I think it was the third day when I woke up to Jason standing in front of me and yelling. Stark naked.
“Hey,” Jason fixed me in that gaze of his. “I don’t know what happened, and frankly I don’t fuckin’ care, I need my wingman. Now, I know I said we were never gonna do this, so this is a one time deal. You stay there and you’ll never get another shot at this. Put down that fuckin’ beer, you’re gonna fuck up your abs. Get up. Go shower. Shave your fuckin’ beard and brush your fuckin’ teeth. If you’re cleaned up and in my room in 15 minutes, I’ll have you so hard that you’ll forget whatever’s fuckin’ you up.” He turned around and headed down the hall.
I was starting to harden up when he shouted back: “You’re a fucking dumbass Devon.” In only a moment I was at full mast.
I had to admit, my cock really was in charge. Twelve minutes later I walked into Jason’s room, still steaming from the shower anc with no other thought except getting laid.
“About fuckin’ time,” he said. Jason came towards me, unwrapping my towel from around my waist and dropping it to the floor. I moved to shut the door behind me, but before I could he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, running his tongue up and down the length. I was hard again instantly.
He was kneeling down there in an expensive pair of designer jeans and a ripped up gray muscle shirt. From my angle, I could see deep down the valley between his broad pecs. I put my shaking hands on his rounded delts and moaned in ecstasy while he tongued my balls.
He stood again, whipping off the shirt, then stepping close to me again and kissing me deeply. His right hand travelled down my spine, along the curve of my back, finally cupping the round expanse of my ass. While he held me tightly, i could feel him start to circle a finger around my hole. Reflexively, my body loosened up, anticipating his intrusion.
It didn’t come. At least not immediately. Jason broke our long kiss, then stepped back and surveyed my youthful body.
“Lie down Devon,” he said. “You need a massage.”
I was disappointed at the wait, but I laid down on his bed, the sheets stimulating my sensitive dick, and he stripped out of those jeans. Jason reached into his bed stand and came out with a bottle of oil. He knelt over me, dressed only in a skimpy pair of orange trunks, and poured some oil into his hands. He worked it between his palms briefly and when his hands touched my back, it was already warm.
It seemed like forever while Jason worked his was through my tension, his covered crotch occasionally brushing against my ass. I know I was a top before I switched, but I could feel my body yearning for him to thrust into me. He took his time with the massage, and by the time he told me to flip over I felt like I was floating in euphoria.
On my back again, he ran his hands over my built chest, then leaned in again to kiss me. I could feel him hard under the thin orange fabric, so I reached my hand in and started to fondle him.
As we both got harder, the sex became more frantic. We wrestled in the bed, each briefly gaining dominance over the others body and making him moan in pleasure before a quick flip or distracting pinch would reverse the situation.
He pulled me up toward him to kiss, but I pushed him away, stripping off his underwear and leaving him naked in the bed with me. I leaned down and began sucking at his cock. I inhaled deeply, taking in our scents mixed with the smell of the massage oil. He smelled musky, but not overpoweringly so. Some guys smell like the don’t use soap down there. Jason was definitely more on the groomed side.
When I pulled up, he brought his hands down near my hole again. He teased at it, and I instinctively pushed myself towards him.
“What’s that Devon? You want me in you?”
I nodded wordlessly. When he moved his hand away, I blurted out “Yeah, I want you in me. Fuck me Jason. Split me open with your cock and ride me all night.”
I don’t know where the words came from, but they were right. I wanted that stud riding my ass for as long as I could take it.
He just grinned and reached into the bed stand again. This time he came out with a condom and a bottle of lube.
“Turn over.”
I flipped over, and moments later I felt the cool lube hit my hole. He worked it in with his fingers, first probing gently with one, then two. My body easily accepted them, relaxing to take him into me.
He withdrew briefly, then I felt his weight shift. His cock head was just brushing me. I pushed up against him, and he slid into me smoothly. He gasped as I started fucking myself on his pole.
After a few moments he recovered and adapted to my rhythm. Suddenly he was sliding all the way inside me, pushing deep and making my mind explode with lust. I don’t know how long he kept it up, but it wasn’t long enough for me. I could have gone all night. At some point I heard Jared wander by the open door and chuckle. “Hey guys,” he called out. “Devon’s back!”
“Tell me I’m stupid Jason,” I gasped under him.
“What?”
“Tell me I’m stupid. Tell me I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”
Jason hesitated a second, then whispered towards my ear, “You’re stupid Devon.”
“Louder!”
“You’re stupid Dev. You’re a fucking moron. You wait tables and work out and get fucked, and that’s all you are, just a pretty face with nothing inside.” By the end he was almost yelling. His words were making me unbearably hard. I squeezed my abs hard, and felt his cock jump in response.
Jason was cumming inside me, and that pushed me right over the edge. My cock fired ropes of cum against my chest and onto his bed. In that moment, I knew that he was right. I was meant to be a bottom, that this was my life, working out and getting fucked. It was perfect! It was hot! It wasn’t exactly what I planned, but no one has a better life than me.
Jason’s cock pulsed within me, pushing the last of my regrets away. After too short of a climax, he collapsed on top of me, and we fell down exhausted onto the sweat covered sheets.
“Devon, that was fuckin’ amazing,” he murmured before drifting off to sleep.
Maybe I’m not smart, and maybe I’m not rich, but I’m one hell of a lay.
When my afterglow passed, I got up and went for another shower. Jason had been right. All I needed was a good fuck to get me back on track. My ass was hungry for more cock, and I needed to get out into the world and find some.
On the way back to my room, I banged on his door. “Wake up man, I’m goin’ out tonight, and I need my wingman.”
* * *
It was like a year before I saw my body again, and I almost didn’t know it when I did. It was mid-afternoon, Jason and I had bullshitted our way into this rooftop party and were scoping out the hotties.
I was distracted by the guys jumping around shirtless on the impromptu volleyball court, so when Jason nudged me and pointed him out, I barely glanced over. After my brain caught up, I took a second look. I probably looked pretty dumb standing there with my mouth hanging open. I could feel my cock revving up and I let my mouth hang open for another couple seconds, just hoping someone else would notice how stupid I looked.
He was hot, standing by the bar with a coarse brown ‘beater and a pair of tight jeans. I could see Diesel trunks peeking over his waistband, and his hard nipples outlined against the shirt. His tan showed that he spent a lot of time outside, and his hard body showed that he spent the rest of his time in the gym.
Finally I caught his eye. He motioned me over, so I flashed an idiots grin and ambled over, leaving Jason to fend for himself. Jason just took that as his cue to strip off his popped collar polo and join in on the volleyball game.
He had a shot waiting for both of us by the time I got to the bar. We toasted wordlessly before downing them, and I slid a hand under my shirt and lifted it until my nipples peeked out, showing off the body we both knew so well.
He theatrically breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” he said. “I almost never think about you, but when I do, it’s to worry about those abs.”
“Still got ‘em,” I leaned in close and flexed the abs. “You look fuckin’ awesome dude.”
“Thanks,” he smiled bashfully. “How’s life treating you?”
“Hey, I’m young and I’m happy. What more do you need?” I could feel my cock hard against my too-tight jeans. We both knew what I needed.
He really looked pleased. Sydney ran his hand down my fitted t-shirt. “You know, I never appreciated that body properly when it was mine.”
I stepped closer to him, making sure that my hard-on was obvious. I don’t do subtlety anymore.
“Do you wanna fuck me Syd?” I asked coyly.
Ten minutes later, we cracked the bed frame in a luxury hotel room. It wasn’t a big deal, Sydney paid for it when we left. I only mention ‘cause it kinda made me feel really dumb.
END