The young man from the bar smiled at me then whispered in my ear “ready for round 2?”
He had already pounded my ass hard with his dick but I’m ready for round after round with this body. You see, before tonight I wasn’t like this…
I had payed an escort named Damien to accompany me to many restuarant outings. I wasn’t lonely by any means I just liked to watch him and men his age, he was beautiful and I was lustful. Unfortunately I was more than twice his age and knew paying him could only get me so far. I wanted to get into his pants, hold his dick in my hands and call it mine. All mine…
Many nights I imagined running my hands over his body and combing my hands through his hair. I wanted him inside me to fill me with his throbbing cock and youthful seed.
I payed for his company again, and I vowed it would be the last time. I would make him mine one way or another, I would have his ass, his whole self for my own. I invited him to my house for a meal and some drink. He arrived in a neat blazer and dark jeans, he was beautiful. I quickly offered him a drink of the finest wine I had, thankfully he was quick to finish the first glass. It seemed like someone was nervous, how cute I thought.
The hour passed and he continued to drink my special wine. I watched him become less and less aware as the night wen’t on until he was finally fast asleep knocked clean out from the drugs I had worked into the wine.
He was mine for the night.
I watched his chest rise and fall for a moment before I slowly peeled off his charming outfit. I took pleasure in every step until he was fully naked, laid bare for me to behold. I stripped out of my own clothes as well as I caressed his body. I held his cock and balls like a rare jewel, his dick was quick to react and it shot up hard and strong.
Caressing turned to grinding, and I found myself thrusting my ass on his dick, I was impaled a sweaty mess and I loved it. My motions continued and I felt it. The draw. We were being pulled in towards each other. Our bodies merged more and more together with each thrust I made. I could feel the climax and then I was alone, covered in semen that was not my own… I knew what had happened, I could feel it in my bones, my skin, my body. I was young again.
I quickly ran to the hallway mirror. Looking back at me was the exact image I lusted after. I was Damien. I didn’t care how or why just that it was. This body was mine now and forever, the old Damien was gone I could feel it, his memories, his experiences were all mine now. I took my time walking around the house getting used to my new body, all the while I had raging erection that never softened though I destroyed the same hallway mirror in my cum… So much cum. I wanted some real action, I wanted another young man inside my untouched asshole, to break me open and prepare my new life as a bottom whore. I spent a time dressing myself in his, no. MY new clothes before I left to find a man that would ravage the new me, the new Damien.