I Don't Have Any Family Left So I Wanted To Research It. I Want To Be Closer To My Roots. My Great Grandparents

I don't have any family left so I wanted to research it. I want to be closer to my roots. My great grandparents immigrated from Italy in 1919. Looking back further shows my ancestors were slaves in ancient Rome. But at 5'7 and an overweight 210 lbs, I don't see the resemblance to the storied gladiator slaves.

So you’d like to request a classic back to the roots kind of journey, sir? Of course we have something like this in our travel catalog. Currently there is an drastically reduced offer for a hostel room near the center of Rome. I hope this will be enough, though you will probably be preoccupied with research a lot. You want it? Great! The flight from DC is booked for tomorrow. And if I might make a suggestion concerning the search, maybe you should start with the Colosseum after all, I mean that’s were your ancestors fought after all.

It’s shortly after 12 PM when you land in Rome, and the lack of a meal on the flight has left you a little hungry. So you decide to try out one of the restaurants near your accommodation, being drawn to it by the heavenly smell and surprisingly cheap meals. You order a portion of pasta, Italy’s national dish. Your manners are really horrible and you slurp down the spaghetti, each one of them making you resemble the noodles more. Every time you slobber up one of them you lose a little bit of your excess fat. When you’re finished with the noddles, you decide to try the meatballs next.

As you gulf those down too, anyone could see where the meat is going. Each meatball is converted into rockhard muscle. As you slowly empty the giant ball, three meatballs and your arms are serious fitness model size, 8 more and you got a deeply cut eightpack and another 5 and you can call an almost too perfect chest your own. 

You pay your bill and leave the restaurant, but not before asking the busty waitress how to get to the Colosseum. She is only to happy to answer your new sexy bass voice. As you stand before her another side effect of your meal is revealed. Your muscular legs and sculpted upper body have been elongated, increasing your height to an impressive 6′3″. 

You follow the way she described and reach your destination and in front of it stands a guy and he looks rather angry as he marches towards you. “Hey dumbass, you’re supposed to work here and not look after women.”, he yells, grabs by the wrist and drags into a nearby house, where you find a gladiator’s clothing on a table. “Put that on idiot and then come out again.”, he orders and adds as he leaves, “Seriously he has the body of a young god, but the intelligence of a bag of potatoes.”

You notice how hard it is to put the costume on, but pretty much everything is hard for you now, or on you. As you put on the dark leather briefs  you feel the familiar weight of your dick in them and as you put on the helmet your features become hard and sculpted.

So as you see, you’re no slave as your ancestors, but you are so dependent on your manager now, that you are practically his property. But what are you waiting for, put on this gladiator show for the tourists.

Another RP I did with @amalianetwork.

Getting in Shape

Finally Jack had gotten to join the gym. He had meant to do it for years, but never really couldn't quite motivate himself. Though it would have been really necessary, judging his more than pudgy figure. At a height of roughly 5'9" Jack weighed more than 270 Pounds of fat. It had been years since Jack had seen his dick, though he knew it wasn't anything Special either, being 4" Long when hard.

The long stairs up to the gym had gotten the college Student sweating and heavily breathing as he approached the reception desk.

It was a gym off the college campus in the small town he lived in. He always felt so shy and self-conscious that he didn't want to risk being seen by classmates or anyone he knew. He could hear weights clanking as he got signed in, a blonde jock behind the counter was working the computer. Jack felt like he was being judge by the jock, but the receptionist passed him his gym card and sent him on his way with a smile. Jack sighed and headed towards the locker rooms to get changed.

As he entered he was immediately greeted by a familiar sight, the Body of his former high school's top jock, Shaun. The black behemoth was as different from Jack as anyone could be. The years of football and gym had blown his muscles up into Fitness model size and they had grown even more since then. By now Shaun looked like he was about to step on stage at a pro Bodybuilding contest. As he turned around, Jack was greeted by another familiar sight, the glorious horse cock that had earned Shaun his nickname, "The Redwood". Of Course it was because of his towering height too. As Shaun turned around and spotted Jack eyeing him up from the other sight of the room, a cruel smirk grew on his handsome face.

Shaun swaggered over to where Jack was standing. The shorter man obviously looking uncomfortable. "Well well. If it isn't little Jack Dillard. Though, I guess you aren't that little. Don't you know this is a gym, not a buffet." Jack was blushing hard. Thankfully the gym only had a few people in it at the moment and Jack prayed no one heard Shaun's taunts. He thought he had escaped his tormentor once he graduated, but fate dealt him a cruel hand it seemed.

'This was meant to be a new start for me.', Jack thought and looked down on the Floor. He just couldn't muster up the Courage to talk back to Shaun, he never could. "I see you haven't changed one bit, faggot. That's if I ignore the tons of fat you grew. Though you still are a pathetic Little faggot, who isn't able to talk back.", Shaun taunted him in his deep commanding voice. He pulled up his gym Shorts and put on a tanktop, extra slowly so Jack would watch and swaggered out of the room, throwing a last "Hope you don't sweat on my weights." at Jack.

Shaun's footsteps echoed in the room as he left. Jack just stood in place, wringing his fat hands together. He felt humiliated, he wanted to go home right then. He clenched his fist, realizing he made a decision to get in better shape, and he wouldn't let Shaun stop him. Well he could try and avoid Shaun at least. He peeled off his clothes and put on his xxl workout gear and headed to the treadmill, hoping Shaun didn't like cardio.

As he left the room and passed the reception desk, the jock threw him and murmured to himself. It sounded it a bit like "Poor guy." and "Collided with Shaun.". Jack brushed it off and walked towards the treadmills. He climbed onto one and started with the easiest stage, seeing from afar how big the weights looked, that Shaun lifted. Frustrated he cycled, not even noticing the strange glow in the eyes of the receptionist jock.

Finally, Jack got too tired to continue and decided to call it a day. Even though his shirt was a quick-dry material, it was soaked with his sweat. He saw the blonde jock wave at him before he headed into the lockerroom. Jack sheepishly waved back and went to go shower. Thankfully it was stalls and not an open shower. Still, he picked one towards the back as he stripped and got his soap out.

As he began soaping his less than impressive Body he didn't even notice, that the Soap wasn't it's normal lavender blue Color, but rather a bluish green with glitter all over it. He also didn't notice that it left the same glitter all over his Body, or that it sank into his Skin. The firt Thing that seemed odd to him was that his arm had a strange Tension   to it when he used the Soap on his hair. He took his dear time Standing there under the shower, using the delightful Feeling Soap and enjoying the warm water cascading down his Body.

His arm jiggled as he scrubbed his black hair. However, it started to jiggle less and less as he scrubbed away.  The roundness from being fat gave way to the roundness of muscle. The peak of his bicep pressed into his ear and fatty shoulder. The soap seemed to have an odd scent to it. It was not like the normal clean smelling soaps he was used to. It had a more manly aroma, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

Soon the biceps wasn't pressing into a fat shoulder anymore, but Jack's arm was rather pushed a Little back when his shoulders rounded and broadened, growing into some cannonball like structures. Just beneath his new muscular shoulders transformed his moobs. He felt them up as his saggy unsightly tits expanded and hardened, enjoying how the growing flesh felt under his grab. He wasn't even bothered by the feeling. It felt like that was the way it was supposed to be.

Two large pecs now adorned his chest where his moobs used to be. One of his fingers grazed a nipple and he let out a soft moan. His meager 4" cock pressed against his waning belly fat. He heard someone's footsteps enter the shower and he hoped he didn't hear him moan. Another shower squeaked on so Jack wanted to finish, but he didn't feel clean enough yet. He started soaping up his body, paying extra attention to his pecs.

But before that he wanted to clean his whole Body. He let the Soap slide down his belly and rubbed it, Feeling it grow harder, but at the same time it felt like the gut was sinking back into his Body. He continued rubbing his belly until he no longer felt the soft pudginess of a paunch, but rather the hard bumps of what felt like a strong, firm, cut eightpack. Meanwhile the Person in the other shower stall had started moaning too, though it was a lot more high pitched.

Jack's hand wrapped around his small cock, completely enclosing it in his palm, and gave it a tug. He moaned, sounding a little hoarse, but also finding that he didn't care if someone heard him. His other hand traced along the ridges of his abs and Apollo's belt. Both hands left the front of his body to rub his ass. What once was a flabby sac of fat now was a perky bubble butt that still had some fat, but was mostly muscle. He gave them a grope, liking how strong his hands felt on his ass.

As the water cascaded down his Body, the Magic Soap reached his legs. While Jack slowly rubbed along the unimpressive length of his dick with strong, big Hand, his legs jiggled and tensed, jiggled and tensed. The whole process repeated itself, until Jack was left with a pair of strong, brawny legs. They looked like two sinewy oak trees, built from years of Training. The water finally reached his feet, growing them, just like the rest of his Body. When they were finished, Jack's feet looked like a hobbit's, just without the hair. They were a solid size 20 and made a perfect base for his impressive 6'9" Body.

Jack could over the stalls just by standing. His hand still tugged at his cock, it growing with every pull. He could see only one other shower was on and tugged harder, moaning a little deeper. A higher pitched moan seemed to echo in response. Jack smirked cockily for once in his life. He turned off his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, his cock sticking out from it. His feet slapped against the wet tiles as he made his way to the other shower. Keeping that cocky smirk, he pulled at the curtain.

In it was a small, almost feminine black Boy, looking no older than 18. He turned around in shock and revealed that he had been rubbing an unimpressive pencil thin 3 incher. Jack looked past his impressive built pecs and into the face of the Boy. Though he had a far less angular face and lacked the stubble and rough handsomeness, this face clearly was Shaun's. With a look of lust and admiration the lithe Boy looked up into Jack's handsome visage and dropped to his knees.

Jack's smirk only widened as the slapped Shaun's cheeks with  his 11" cock. The cocky smirk looked natural on Jack's angular face. It wasn't rough like Shaun's was, but more model-like. A look of pleasure passed over those gorgeous features once Shaun took Jack's cock into his mouth and began sucking like a pro.

Shaun licked along the whole length of the Long shaft, fondling Jack's cum-heavy bull nuts with his delicate Hands, only having Jack moan even louder. The new hunk forced Shaun's boyish face further down his dick with a dinner plate sized Hand. Jack knew full well that Shaun probably had never sucked a cock before, but his throat was seemingly bottomless. Shaun was so skilled that it didn't take Jack Long to shoot his first load, though it wouldn't be his last.

Once he finished cumming, he pushed Shaun off his dick, patted his head, and went to his locker to get dressed. He slipped on some pants and  black shirt that showed off his pecs. Running a hand through the hair, he bounced them in a mirror before leaving. The blonde jock was waiting for him at the reception desk. "How was your workout?" He asked.

umf Hot one ~ 

Hey, I just discovered your blog and your stories are like extremely hot. Would it be possible for you to transform me? If yes, this 5'6 90lbs Asian weakling would like to become a pro bodybuilder (Pornstar as a sidejob would be nice), though I would like to stay an Asian.

“Ah good you are here. I’ve been expecting you. We are going to need you to be ready in about ten minutes so get in the lockerroom and change quickly. Here are your clothes.”

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They didn’t seem like much. Just some gray basketball shorts, flip flops, and a white wifebeater. In fact you are wondering what exactly the guy at the desk was talking about. You didn’t want to become a model. You want to go back to the man at the desk and complain, but if this place promises what it does, then you best not try and press your luck. Besides, being a model wouldn’t be that bad. 

After stripping down to your briefs you pick up the shorts, only for a pair of posing trunks to fall out of them. You immediately light up and decide to chuck your underwear and shove on your new posers. Your pouch is full and seems to bounce as you twist to see if anything has changed. But nothing looks different, still the same 9.5″ hung asian twink you were before. 

You decide that maybe the whole outfit will need to be on to notice the change. The pants are next. As you shove one leg through, it enters a skinny tooth pick, and exits the leg of the pants as a sinewy oak tree. Suddenly caught off balance by the differing sizes of your legs, you quickly put your left leg through the pants and it goes through the same transformation. 

You slip on the flip flops and look down, hoping to see some change. Instead all you see is the tent your cock is making, the massive thighs you’ve had since high school with calves to match, and your size 17 feet that are as muscular as the rest of your legs. Sighing, you feel like nothing is going to change as you hold the shirt in your hands.

Feeling like it wouldn’t even work, you slip the shirt over your head. As your arms come out of the arm holes, they are like cannons of muscle, matched by cannonball shoulders right above them. Your pecs push out the front of the shirt. As your head comes out, it got the dose of masculinity it needed to make it in this business. 

Realizing there is a full size mirror in the room, you go over to it. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. You are the bodybuilder you always were. You decide to head back out to see what’s going on.

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“Ah there you are! You look perfect! Let’s get a few solo shots of your before your co-stars arrive. This will be your next big hit. I can see it now: Huan Lao: Asian Bull Breeding Two Twinks.”

What can I say, the guy knows how to get my engine going *.*

So I think you know a fair bit about my likes now. What would your new institute do to me :P

You are guided into a backroom filled with mirrors by a hot Japanese model. He smiles and closes the mirror clad door. A speaker sounds off in the room.

“Hello… Testing… Testing…” The voice clears its throat.

“Oh good its working. Welcome to one of our VIP specialty rooms. It seems you are a personal friend of Mr. Amalia and has had a personal transformation package prepared for you. If you would, please strip and put on any clothes Tatsua brings you.”

The door swings open again as the Japanese bodybuilder walks in with a pair of black jeans. He gives you a sly wink as he collects your clothes. He notices you blush and smiles even wider. Before he leaves, his brings his bicep into a full flex, catching your eye.

“Please excuse Tatsua, he is a new acquisition. Anyway to begin, we will do the small things first. Let’s start with you hair.”

Looking into the mirror you could see it turn into a light, chocolaty brown. It grew out fuller and thicker. You run a hand through it, loving how it feels.

“Now let’s go for voice.”

After a few moments, you don’t feel any different, “Well did y–,” Your clasp your hands around your neck, feeling the adam’s apple press against your palm. Your voice sounds like the perfect mixture of the instagram fitness models you jerk off to. A good bro voice.

“Moving on… Oh lets get your height in.”

A sense of vertigo overtakes you as you sprout inches into the air. You’d have to guess you are at least 6′3″ now.

“Can’t forget the feet.”

You look down as you watch your feet take up more than two tiles on the floor. Your toes growing meatier and inching along the floor. If it weren’t for your new height, they would look like they were clown feet.

“Oooo now for one of my favorite parts. The cock.”

A sudden feeling of euphoria followed by ecstasy over takes you. It’s a miracle it didn’t bring you to your never. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can your cock lengthen, then thicken, lengthen, then thicken. The process keeps repeating until it is at least a foot long by your estimate. Your balls not being outdone simply inflated like waterballoons.

“Now let’s add some muscle.”

You didn’t think your cock could get any harder but it did. Watching your body inflate with brawn was always a massive turn on of your fantasies. Shapely pecs adorned your chest. Broad shoulders with cannonball delts followed. Your arms are sculpted into sinew that would make a Greek statue jealous. Your abs look painfully carved into your abdomen. Your thighs and calves push tight against the black denim, matching the bulge your cock is making.

“Now just a few minor details.”

A sunkissed glow covers your skin. All you need to do is sweat to look contest ready. You thought that was it until a funny feeling crept over your face. You watch in astonishment as your jaw widens, teeth whiten, and your eyes darken. Your cheekbones push higher, giving you a masculine beauty most male models would covet. 

“And now for your personality. Don’t worry. You will still be there to experience everything, but you need an attitude adjustment to go with your new reality.”

The initial panic that set in immediately faded away. Memories of being a writer on tumblr were replaced with memories of selfies in the gym, building your instagram following as well as your body. Soon enough a more cocky jock attitude and life replaced your own. You are now a physique model sponsored by the Amalia Agency. And you love it.

Still not done :D

The Gypsy’s Curse Part 2

Another part of a RP between me and @agmsye

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The sun streamed into through the blinds of Connor’s apartment. His alarm had gone off, but he slept through it. Connor had spent the whole night researching what could be happening to him with the curse, even consulting his favorite MG site. He was exhausted by the time he fell asleep. He only woke up because of the shouting he heard coming his neighbor’s apartment. When he awoke, he thought the wife was being attacked until he listened closer. She was shouting things like, “faster,” “harder,” and “oh god.” It took only a few seconds to get the picture. His neighbor, Tim, was not much to look at yesterday, but after his transformation, he must now be a sex beast. However, he forgot all about that when he looked at his phone and saw he overslept and might be late for class.

In a hurry to get going, Connor forgot eating breakfast and ran down the stairs. He passed by Kenichi, the hunky Asian must be living in this house as well, and the newly hunky grandson of the ol Lady downstairs. He quickly ran down the street and climbed into a taxi, forgetting about the curse for a Moment. “Where shall I take you?”, the Driver of seemingly Middle Eastern origin asked with a heavily accented voice, before being engulfed by a blinding light. The seat was now occupied by an incredibly built man in his early thirties, his muscles making it impossible to use the seat next to him.

Connor wasn’t paying much attention as he scrambled to close his bookbag. Only when the driver asked again in a much deeper voice did Connor respond. “Oh uh Carver University. The um… Coleman Building please.” The driver nodded and started the meter. Connor’s eyes were glued to the driver’s tanned, bulky arms. He watched how they would flex as he turned the wheel. When at a stop light, he swore the driver would bounce a pec or bicep for him.

A far too short drive of flexing and bouncing later, the car reached the Campus and Connor hopped out. He threw a last lustful glance at the Driver when he payed his bill, earning another pec bounce as a reward for the generous tip. He stood there for a second and watched the car drive away, before looking at his watch and realizing he luckily still had some time. Following the rumbling of his stomach,he decided to head over to the coffee shop and grab a snack.

Luckily the coffee shop was right next to his building. He shuffled inside, keeping his head down, hoping to avoid causing anymore transformations. Fortunately it was near the start of morning classes, so it was relatively empty. He slowly made his way to the counter. Hoping the usual barista was there, he looked up only to see a brief glimpse of the skinny, male hipster before seeing the flash of light.

His new Barista was a really hot guy. Instead of White he was now a latino, and his body simply oozed masculinity. His wide shoulders were connected to a pair of big, long biceps and a impressive Torso, which was unfortunately concealed by the apron, though his pecs were really standing out. Connor was so perplexed by the sudden transformation, he only stood there open mouthed, before stuttering, ordering a coffee and a scone.

The latino hunk turned to make the coffee and Connor could not believe he could see the ridges of the stud’s back muscles move as he made the coffee. He stood in bewilderment, wondering if there was even a way to stop this from happening, or if he even wanted it to stop. His stupor was only broken when a deep, sultry voice said, “here’s your coffee and scone.” A voice so deep and melodic, every word sounded like a pick-up line. Connor’s cock was raging hard as he took his drink and scone.

Slowly Connor left the store, lost in thoughts about the two new men he created. He looked at his watch again and entered the Building, only just realizing he was running late. He hurried to the room his next Course was in and quietly entered it. He gulped down his meal and looked around the room. Luckily there were mostly women in his Course and the few guys were seemingly running late as well. Just then the door in the front of the class opened and Dr. Stevens, his Professor entered the room.

Dr. Stevens was one of the older faculty members. Connor kept his head down until the professor stopped at his row. “Ah Mr. Connor Donahue. Please come to my office after class.” He simply shook his head. He saw no flash, so he thought the professor was safe for now. He made the mistake of looking up when the TA walked into the room. The bookish, hunched man was replaced by a hunky supermodel, wearing clothes perfectly tailored to his sculpted body, with an adequate bulge out front. He smiled and a few of his female classmates swooned.

The following hour was hard. Connor lied to his neighbor, a bookish Girl, that he couldn’t read what was on the board and probably needed glasses. She let him copy her writings, but unfortunately she too was to transfixed by the sight of the incredibly handsome TA to really keep up. Connor had to remind her of the board constantly. After this horrible lesson, Dr. Stevens once again reminded Connor, that he wanted to see him in his office. Since there was no opportunity to dodge this, Connor sighed and entered the Prof’s office with his eyes on the floor.

“Now Connor, I have called you in here to discuss the recent essay you submitted on Masculinity and Society. Now I have shared it with some colleagues and we agree that is well written. However there needs to be some edits. With those edits, I think it may be worthy of publication.” Connor got excited and said, “Really!?” Before looking up and being blinded again. Dr. Stevens now sat in the chair as a beast of a man. The top three button of his shirt undone due to his massive pecs, chest hair curling out from it. “Yes, but I believe you need to talk more about the body image of masculine males as well as expanding on sexuality.”

“I would be more than willing to give you an interview, but I can introduce you to some guys in the sports teams if you like,” the former crooky doctor said, all the while bouncing his massive pecs. It was almost hypnotic to see the mounds of muscle dance. “Are you listening, Connor?”, the professor asked with a rumbling bass.

“Umm, yes of Course, sir,” Connor answered.

Dr. Stevens went on and told Connor about the other points of his essay that needed polishing, but Connor wasn’t really listening, he was too swallowed by the playing of Stevens’ muscles.

The professor’s tweed suit looked like it was ready to burst. It was tailored to fit him, but only barely. The professor stood up, much taller than he ever had before. It gave Connor a great view of his wide shoulders down to his impressive bulge. “Now Connor, I must be off to a meeting. I suggest you meet with Coach Stromberg before football practice begins. If you can’t make it, Coach Eisenwald has baseball practice in the morning tomorrow.” He straightened out his tie, his biceps bunching in his sleeves. “Now I’m sure you have other classes. I shall see you Wednesday.”

The professor’s tweed suit looked like it was ready to burst. It was tailored to fit him, but only barely. The professor stood up, much taller than he ever had before. It gave Connor a great view of his wide shoulders down to his impressive bulge. “Now Connor, I must be off to a meeting. I suggest you meet with Coach Stromberg before football practice begins. If you can’t make it, Coach Eisenwald has baseball practice in the morning tomorrow.” He straightened out his tie, his biceps bunching in his sleeves. “Now I’m sure you have other classes. I shall see you Wednesday.”

What now sat in front of the seat looked less like football team members, but more like the bodybuilding club, or judging from the serious bulges all the guys carried, a porn cast. But they all paled in comparison to Coach Stromberg. Where his players were big, he was huge. Where they were tall, he was practically giant and where their jaws were angular, his was carved out of Stone. Coach Stromberg looked like someone had mixed the essence of 100 masculine men and poured them into a skintight pair of Shorts and a near bursting polo.

He couldn’t quite decide, since all of them were perfect and so he sat down in front of the behemoth Coach. “I-I-I wrote a-a-an essay about m-m-m-masculinity and so and..” Connor began stuttering, before being interrupted by Stromberg.

“Stevens already told me about that. He said I should tell you a few things about my place in society and such.” Coach Stromberg intoned and began telling Connor some Things about how he got treated with utter admiration and sometimes downright lust on the streets or how he always had a different person in his bed at night.

The coach’s smooth deep voice hung in his ears, his erection never died down and only throbbed stronger. His voice was filled with authority and experience. Connor listened intently, turned on by what he was hearing. “Ok well that’s all the time I have for now. I hope it was helpful. I gotta get back to my boys. Come back anytime if you want more.” The coach stood and headed for the gym, his bulge bouncing with every thudding footfall. Connor just sitting in the seat, absolutely speechless and stunned.

Connor had to wait about ten minutes until he could stand up, because of his raging hard-on and left the room, that was still filled with the musky stench  of all the manly men. He went to the gym again and heard the clanging sound of weights being lifted. though from the sound of it, the metal wasn’t really heavy. Connor decided to let his curiosity get the better of him and searched for the source of the sound. Connor looked into one of the mirrors and saw a bespectacled pimple-faced nerdy guy benchpressing what looked like only 40 Pounds. But then there was a flash.

The nerd was the football team’s water boy. He didn’t grow to the proportions of the team, but now he looked like the dictionary definition of All American Jock. His hair had pulled back into a natural blonde buzzcut. His brow was more prominent and his jaw much more square, his eyes a deep blue. His arms, shoulders, and pecs had great definition as well as six pack abs. He was working out shirtless. 240 pounds were on the bar instead of just 40.

When he had finished his set and sat upright, Connor recognized the face. The former nerd had not only been the football team’s water boy, but the captain of his college’s chess team as well. It was an odd mix and most people wouldn’t recognize him as one of the most successful players in ages. When the guy saw Connor staring at his body from across the room, he gave Connor an annoyed look and resumed his training. Connor continued watching the waterboy for a while, but then he tore away his gaze and left the gym.

Connor ducked into one of the bathrooms that was thankfully empty. He went into the furthest stall and began to jerk off immediately. He was desperate to get off, surrounded by these hunks. He imagined so many situations in his head. Dancing up on the parking services guy. Blowing the hot black cop to get out of a ticket. Having an affair with his newly hunky neighbor. The scenes were endless.

It didn’t take Connor Long to shoot a load and it felt like he hadn’t orgasmed in ages. The cum ropes didn’t end as he shot load after load, moaning all the time. But suddenly a squeaking Sound signaled that the door had opened. But despite this Connor could neither stop cumming, nor moaning. All of a sudden the Person who had just entered asked: “Are you okay?”, in an innocent, almost childish tone.

“Y-yeah.” He managed to say as cum still leaked from his cock. That seemed to be enough as the childish sounding man took the stall next to his. He looked down to see the man’s shoes. That seemed to be enough to trigger the curse as a flash caught his eye and now he was staring at a pair of feet that took up at least two of the tiles, if not more.

“What are you looking at?”, asked the same childish voice, though it was now at least one octave deeper and came from above the wall. The man stood head and shoulders above the admittedly relatively dividing walls and looked down at Connor. What was visible of him was simply breathtaking. The man’s lantern jaw was coated with light Brown stubble. His brows sat deep above a pair emerald green eyes. His mouth, kissable and plush accentuated his strong chin and the cleft in the middle. And his hair was a perfectly styled mop of Brown hair. He saw the still leaking cock of Connor and asked: “Can I help you?”

Connor’s cock deflated upon hearing the question. “I don’t think you can.” The response confused the newly made stud, an obvious look of confusion crossing his handsome face.

“What do you mean?” This hunk was definitely not used to being turned down.

Connor shook his head, “You would not believe me or understand.”

A cock grin crossed the stud’s face. “Oh yeah? Try me.”