Smith's at a boot camp miles away from here, and won't return for a few months at most. On the other hand, Brandon is at soccer practice. Everyone knows his overzealous interest in the sport. It's an addiction, Jake would often say. Though his practice would end at 6 PM, he won't be home until their father picks him up at 7 PM. And Jake's father, Richard, has work later just after noon. But he left early to go to the gym. He has reminded himself repeatedly last year that he'd improve his physique this summer. And so far, he's doing pretty well. More than that in fact. He's since regained the vigor he once had during his peak. Richard will return with Brandon later this evening.
With his options limited to none in this household, Jake turned his sights to his neighbor. And neighbors... that's what this neighborhood lacks. This section of the neighborhood is a new one. It's a cul-de-sac with two built houses, one belonging to Jake's family and one to Mr. Laius. The rest are still in the process of construction. By the name alone, Laius is a foreigner to this country. Although, he is privy to which country he came from. But for a foreigner, he looks like your common American in the street. He's fair-skinned, with blonde hair that shifts to a dark color above the ears. On weekdays, he has a night shift at a famous restaurant downtown. Kinda like a Hibachi restaurant but more fancy and expensive. And judging by his social media profile, the man gained a small following when someone took a viral video complimenting his looks. And it's true. The man is a true adonis. The guy's tall, a beefcake that could last for days. Jake can't remember the times he fantasized about touching the guy. Well, dreams do become reality.
Jake transformed into his spectral appearance. People can't see him in this form. Well, at least the normal ones. The crone who gave him this power warned him that other magically-adept individuals can see him as clearly as the sun. Jake floated to the mirror where he saw his reflection easily enough. It looks like him above the waist. Except he's translucent with a shade of ectoplasmic blue. He's naked but it won't be a problem since he's devoid of any private organs down there. It's just a long wispy tail similar to those of a snake.
With the honorifics of seeing one's appearance said and done, Jake phased across the wall. He appeared outside where busy construction workers are in the midst of building houses. It crossed his mind that he could possess one of those sun-kissed and sweat-dripping hunks of meat, but the thought of doing their jobs in their stead made Jake refrain from the decision. He could take over their bodies, but the crone said he could not take over their mind. He'd be a bumbling fool that would embarrass an innocent man. Laius is still the safest bet since it's a Saturday, and he has no job.
Jake phased through the walls of Laius' house and scoured the perimeter for his location. It's a surprise to find that Laius kept this place cleaner than a convent. With tall ceilings and tall windows to follow, the place seemed to glow. In the midst of his search, he looked for any sign of dust and found none. There are flowers in every corner of the place, and they're all real ones. Jake wished he could smell right now because he bets this place smelled as good as it looks.
Downstairs is empty, so Jake moved his search upstairs. And he found him immediately. He's in a room that seems to be his private gym. He's has since finished lifting dumbells and is currently wiping off his sweat while drinking from a cold bottle of water. Jake didn't waste any time lavishing on the statuesque sculpture that was Laius, because the sight would pale in comparison to the enjoyment he'd have if he touched those muscles with his own hand. He pounced on the man so hard, Laius was pushed to the floor. There's a face of shock stamped on his face, which shifted to confusion. He thought it was the wind that knocked him over, but it was something else. And that something is still here, coiling around his chest and pushing his mouth open.
Jake thought that pushing inside of Laius would be the hardest part. But he found it easy. Laius is like one big magnet that reeled him strongly the closer he pushed inside. The hard part would be the fight for his mind. With the discipline Laius accrued over the years, he has the necessary willpower to push back against this nameless invader. He reeled on the floor, his back arcing as he fought for his consciousness. Although strong, Laius don't have the strength his invader is conveniently blessed. It's magic. Jake subconsciously used this mysterious energy to push Laius to the farthest corner of his mind and locked him in a deep wakeless sleep. At his triumph, Jake was immediately reeled in the world of the living. The world where he could feel the cold wind dance on his skin, where he could feel the beads of sweat forming at his neck and snaking down to the floor. The pain in his head subsided and was replaced by the joyous realization that he'd done it.
"I- I'm Laius," Jake said, his voice a tad bit deeper and now glossed with a foreign accent. "I'm Laius! I'm fucking Laius!"
Jake jumped to stand quickly and found his return to the ground with more weight to it. He misjudged his weight and nearly stumbled back to the floor because of it. When he looked straight down, a quarter of his vision is now observed by his beefy sweating pecs. His pink nipples perked up and grew even harder when his fingers brushed past them. He squeezed his nipples. They're squishy yet firm when he clenched them. Not only were his pecs large, but so were his biceps and legs. All of his muscles are so fucking huge. They are brimming with a strength he could scarcely imagine in his old body. He flexed in front of the mirror and made seductive faces that he hasn't seen from the real Laius.
"Hey there sexy," Jake raised a brow. "This body is wasted on you,"
And by that, he meant Laius' conservative lifestyle. Although he has social media, he scarcely posted on them. His profile picture is a picture of the back of his head, which was probably made when he was still in college. There's no picture of him flaunting his muscular body. No selfies would show his handsome face. He doesn't even have a dating app profile now that Jake could unlock the guy's phone. His gallery on the other hand is something Jake would never dare expect his entire life. One gallery is filled with pictures of penises, which Jake would soon come to know as all belonging to him. The man is hiding this dark desire from everyone, not like it's a good topic for conversation. And if these penises are already glorious in these pictures, what more could they look like in actuality.
Jake pulled down the tiny fabric that separates him and the target of his desires. And once he did, this hunger-inducing odor hit him like a truck. It's deep with hints of the earth. It filled his lungs immediately and set him on fire. His brain is firing all its neurons, making his heart beat faster and his dick harder.
"Holy fuck," Jake exclaimed. "What are you feeding yourself to have a dick this big?"
Jake's fingers touched the tip and shivered at the sensation that followed. While biting his lips, he moved from shifting the shaft up and down. His other hand found its own place at his nipples, fondling them and occasionally squeezing his pecs. His voice mewled and his mind turned to lace. The added inches made each stroke much more fulfilling. And it seems this man is touched-starved to be feeling this satisfied with the littlest of strokes.
"Hnggg..." Jake crossed his legs but let his dick remain bare for the strokes of his hand. The sensation is so overwhelming. He's hyperaware of every little motion and every little joy. He's containing all this pleasure by shrinking his body down and containing his moans deep in himself. His breathy gasps choked his throat, but the flood of sensations pushed it out in a tsunami of moans.
"AHHHH!" Jake screamed as he emptied his seed on the floor. He collapsed on the floor and fought back the pleasure with futility. It's like he's being electrocuted, but instead of pain, it was a pleasure. His cum spurted high in the air and returned back either to the floor or to his mellowing abs.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" When Jake thought the climax would end, more would come as a sputtering jizz. And when he thought those would have ended, more would follow. Laius must be edging this release for weeks. Shame that someone stole it. And a pleasure that it was Jake to do it.
Devoid of any strength, Jake pushed himself to carry himself to the shower where he wiped the cum off his body. And even had the courtesy and washing his skin. All while taking a deeper inspection of his body, of course. With his desires fulfilled, Jake knew there were more things he wanted to do. What are they?
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