Buff

The awesome thing about being buff is the boost you give to your self-confidence. With those pecs and biceps and abs you don't care about anything anymore. It feels normal to go outside shirtless, it's OK to flirt with the bartender. You feel invincible, that you can do anything and you no longer care about other people's judgment. That's at least what I felt since I got this body.

I got three days ago and there's no way I'm going to give it back. I'm sorry for my bro Ryan, but he has to deal with it. Shit just happens sometimes. He didn't end up in a terrible body after all. I was fine with my body. I got quite a few guys and, to say the truth, my boyfriends were better looking than Ryan's. But that's probably because Ryan never needed boyfriend and I'm certainly not going to stop sleeping around.

Anyways, it all started three days ago, I was saying. Ryan and I went out with our friend Stacy, who had just been fired. It sucks, I know. We were having drinks and we were fooling around. W

We commented on a couple of funny youtube videos in the darkness of the bar and did all we could to cheer her up. We danced a little. We made fool of ourselves. Ryan got a superlong straw just to make her laugh. We asked her countless questions. It only half worked. 'I'm going home, guys. Thanks for the drinks and for your awesome support.' We begged to stay a little longer. It was only 9pm after all. There was nothing to do. And that's at that point that Ryan said. Wait: we need you to take a picture of us. It's for this face-swap app which I've just downloaded and it's totally cool. She nodded and took a snapshop of us.

Ryan then opened the app and showed how he could flip our faces and move his on my body and viceversa. The result was more pathetic than funny.

'Thanks for trying Ryan, but I'm OK. Rally.' She kissed him on the cheek and left the bar. He was stirring nervously his drink with the straw. I looked at him.
'What's this button?' I asked while pointing to this flashy red on the display of his phone. It said 'transform'. 'I've no idea,' he said intrigued and he clicked. Soon I felt an unbearable pressure on my face, as if I were parachuting or diving, which lasted just a moment. I turned around, no one seemed to have noticed a thing. We life in the bar went smoothly, as just a minute before. I turned my face and I got slapped.
'What the hell!'
While opening my eyes I got confused. In front of me there was my body, in my blue V-neck, with my drink. I looked at my hands. I was holding this drink with this ridiculously long straw. And I had these bulging pecs. I raised my head. We had switched bodies. Oh geez.
We went to the bathroom and talked animately for a while. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. Holy shit. I had the best body I had ever seen. 'Ryan, can you stop flexing? It's really not cool. I'm talking.' 'I'm sorry bro,' I said 'but it feels good. It feels SO good.' I was smiling in a way that must have looked rude. 'It's not funny. We need to find a way out of this.'
We used the app again, but searched for solutions online. Nothing.
While he was looking at websites, I lifted my eyes and met those of this handsome guy who started at me intently. I rubbed my hand over my chest and he did the same over his crotch. Gosh, it was sexy.
'Can you stop doing that? We need to find a solution.' 'Oh sure. Sorry.'
After two hours we still had not found anything. We went home together. As I was going to uni, it was not that I had to wake up early or anything and I could have spent the night at Ryan's. Oh well, that was now my place actually.

After half an hour, he knocked at the bathroom door. 'Ryan, what the hell are you doing?'
What do you think I was doing? I was doing what every other guy would have done in my shoes: I kept contemplating myself at the mirror and jerking off. 'One moment. I said.'

'What are you doing?' 'Nothing' I said. 'Where you masturbating.' 'No!' 'Oh my god. Yes, you did!' 'No. I didn't' What the hell! He became hysterical. He wanted to see my penis as he was sure that I had jerked off. He went on for 10 minutes, after which I agreed to take off my pants.
'I knew that!' he cried with a victorious smile. 'I knew that!' he repeated to my face, which I took and lowered. 'It's OK, babe, I said. You won.' and, while keeping lowering his head: 'Now, suck.'
at first he hesitated but then he did. He started sucking and sucking.
Oh my. It felt good. I kept pushing his head against my crotch. I wanted to reach the back of his mouth with my cock. I wanted to hit the back wall of his larying with my penis, I wanted to wreck his vocal chords. I wanted him to stop talking. I started pushing his head harder and faster.
'Wait Ryan! Not so fast. I'm suffocating.' I didn't care. Lord, it felt good. 'Wai--- Ry---wha----ck'
I came in his throat, splashing his mouth and teeth. Wow. It felt good.
I released my grip. He stood up. 'What the hell Ryan, did you want to kill me?' He started yelling and went on for a good ten minutes, after which someone knocked at the door.
'Fuck'. It was the neighbour. 'I'm sorry. I'm trying to sleep, Ryan. Could you please stop doing whatever you're doing?' 'Oh. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't noticed the time, but do not worry my friend is leaving.' 'What?' I grabbed his stuff and put him at the door. After three minutes I locked the door behind me. He kept on knocking, complaining. I just put my headphones on and started listening to music. After fifteen minutes he was gone. I sat at my computer and started looking if there was someone only ready for a hookup.

At the Conference

I saw Jürgen at the conference. He was standing with the other journalists at the back, watching the politicians vomiting their promises. I couldn't really follow the debate. I was struck by his manly beauty, by his body and movements.

I kept looking at him. But I resisted for only a few minutes. After that I had to run to the public toilets and masturbate. His face filled up my imagination so perfectly that it took me only a few seconds to come. I was not even disturbed by the noise around me. I cleaned myself and left.
I thought not to think too much about him even if it was not possible. At dinner, I couldn't focus on the conversation with Gina, a colleague from Boston that I sometimes see at these gatherings, because a couple of German journalists who were sitting behind me were talking about him. Unwillingly I ended up discovering more than I wanted. Besides his name, I discovered he was not a journalist but an assistant producer. Single, gay. It was like hearing people ticking boxes. Damn. He was perfect.
That night it took me forever to fall asleep. I had to jerk off a couple of times to the point that just a few drops of sperm were coming out of my penis. I saw more porn that I had done in a long time and, as it usually happens, I went to bed grumpy and dissatisfied with my life. Porn often makes me feel this way.
The morning after I see him in the park of the hotel of the conference. He was speaking on the phone, while the rest of the press was having breakfast inside. He was so sexy in his tight white shirt and jeans. I gained some confidence and went to him.

He was just finishing his phone call when he noticed me. 'Hey.' I greeted him and made up a story that I was from the New York Times and needed a German producer for a series of videos for our online journal. He was very interested. Apparently this is exactly what he needed as he wanted a change of scenario. 'Good,' I said. We walked across the park, kept talking about ambitious, unreal projects, moving away from the hotel. He kept following me, believing everything I said and nodding, like a puppy. I was acting as I usually do during interviews, simulating a confidence that I obviously don't have. When we were out of sight from everyone, hid by a thick walls of trunks, I put both of my hands on his chest.
'What the fuck, man.' He pushed me away angrily but it was too late. His fingers shortened, his frame shrunk. 'What the hell is happening?' He lifted his eyes and saw himself in front of him. I had metamorphosed in Jürgen and felt a rush of energy going through my brain and veins. It was like being drugged. 'What did you do?' 'Isn't it obvious?' I replied 'I took your body.' 'But this is not possible!'
How to explain the impossible to someone who is unfamiliar to body swapping? One can refer to the usual stock answers. It's a dream. We'll switch back in a moment. But I was bored with these things and I walked away. He ran after me and that's where he made his mistake. In front of dozens of international journalists, a middle-aged and anonymous American journalist from Baltimore was running after a young, stunning German producer. No one realised that the clothes had remained the same, but his tight fitting shirt made him look even more pathetic and gay. When we were close enough to the public I turned to him 'Enough Andy, stop following me. I said no.' People stopped eating. There was awkwardness in the air. Gina stood up and went to him. 'Andy, what's going on?' I instead went to the reception, pretended that I had lost my key and easily got into Jürgen's room. I had to pack quickly and leave to my new life, but not after having contemplated my new body. God. I felt good.

Blind Date

This is me. This is not really the picture I have uploaded on the gay dating website. I uploaded that of a striking dark-haired man dressed in preppy clothes. So It's normal that Justin fell for it. We chatted for a couple of days and we agreed to grab a drink on Thursday. When I showed up - I was deliberately late - he was obviously disappointed but nevertheless agreed to finish his pint. We chatted a bit and took a photograph.

He's pretty hot, isn't he? Great build, great lips, great face.And he had interesting things to say. We talked for a while about skying and the problems of gay dating. I was making stuff up all the time just to keep him entertained. In reality I would have liked to know about his sexual fantasies. But I pretended to be interested in his gym regime and in Arsenal. Yet, I must have behaved just fine as at some point he said 'You know what? You're a nice guy. Why don't we get another pint.' 'Sure', I replied, pretending that it was just a normal thing for me to have a night out with a stud like him. We got another round and then another one.

And a forth, which is when he started making less and less sense (and it made sense that he didn't as every time he went to the bathroom or for a cigarette I kept on pouring my beer in his glass, so he really drank 5 or 6). Half an hour later I was in his house. We didn't have sex as he was so drunk that he passed out on his bed in no time, but it does not matter, I was in.
So I did what I usually do in these situations. I entered his body by kissing him. I could feel his lifeless limbs and opaque thoughts. I took control over his brain even if his body was obviously made numb by alcohol. His mind, in my previous body, was still dazed. We both fell asleep.
The next morning I could finally enjoy my prize. Thank God I woke up before him.

I inspected the place, scrutinized his wardrobe, went to his kitchen and got a snack. What a fabulous pair of pecs he grew. What a stud I was. I returned to his bed and tried some clothes. I decided for a tight gray cableknit sweater that enhanced my new frame.

I felt SO good I could not resist and jerked off right there. People who says that body swaps have always complications never tried them. They're the best thing ever. I could retain some of his thoughts, which are obviously bodily things, but these adapted to my new thoughts to the point that I was probably no longer Justin, but a new human being with stunning looks.

What happened afterwards is routine. The guy woke up and was horrified. He sobbed, he fought but I didn't care. I called the police and they took him away. He's going to go through lot of problems. His bad. I feel no remorse. People are born with stunning faces, other people are born with the powers to steal them. It's all natural, isn't it? I didn't put much thinking into his miseries. Rather, I spent the day studying my whole new life. It went so quickly and after a few hours I hit the gym and was ready to go out with my new self.