Kade couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He couldn’t believe that the colossal ass cheek in the mirror belonged to him, nor the huge hairy hands exploring the sweat-sticky surface. It all seemed so real, from the Miami heat pressing in on him from all sides to his rough amber skin, glistening with beads of musky moisture. The smell clung to the thick bristles of his bushy mustache and burned his nostrils. It was the smell of a real man, a true muscle god in his prime.
To think not moments ago, Kade had been kneeling in the dusty dry attic of his uncle Tim’s crumbling house in Waukesha Wisconsin—a literal world away from the sunshine state—one hand around his dick and the other gripping one of Tim’s vintage gay porn magazines. Kade had discovered Tim’s stash one soggy April afternoon while helping his his uncle with some spring cleaning. Kade had no idea his uncle was gay, just as Tim was oblivious to his nephew’s homosexuality.
Kade didn’t say anything about the magazines (Tim probably forgot they were even there), but those images of big burly men wearing nothing but cowboy hats, tool belts, and thin strips of leather were forever seared into his mind.
That weekend, Tim had gone up to Detroit to visit an ailing friend, leaving his house empty for several days. Kade knew where Tim kept his key. He wouldn’t notice if his nephew slipped in to grab a couple decaying magazines out of the attic. But being there, alone in the drafty old house with nothing but the faded images of flawless men to keep him company, Kaden couldn’t resist rubbing one out.
As he gazed into the eyes of the silent muscle-bound god, as he memorized every hair on his endless chest, Kade was overcome with a desire he had never experienced in his small, uneventful existence. He didn’t just want to fuck these men: he wanted to be these men. He wanted a chest that large, with fur he could run his fingers through. He wanted to tower over every person he met, to smell of smoke, sweat, and untamed masculinity. He wanted a body he could show off, to fuck whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He wanted it more than anything in his pathetic life. And he wanted it now.
Just as Kade was moments away from climax when a horrible wind rattled the attic windows. The dusty floorboards beneath him gave way, and for a split second, Kade was in free fall. The last thing he remembered seeing was the face atop the old magazine moving fast towards him, until those beautiful brown eyes filled his entire vision.
Then with a jolt, everything stopped. Kade was still staring into the model’s eyes, but he could tell immediately that something was different. For one, the scruffy face appeared to be moving, undulating with heavy breaths and glistening with fresh sweat. Then, there was the humidity, something Kade had never experienced to this degree of intensity. He felt every drop of moisture cling to his skin, a hot shower that never seemed to end.
“Where am I?” Kade asked the silence. His voice came like a deep, rolling thunder, and he saw the image of the man before him mouth the words in perfect harmony. It was at that moment that Kade realized that he was the man, that he had somehow been placed in the body of the model, and that he was standing in his house, in his time, in his life.
Kade stepped back to get a better look at himself in the mirror. The man had come from a photoshoot—or was in the process of getting ready for one, a prospect that Kade preferred not to dwell on—as evidenced by the sleeveless shirt that clung tight to his sweaty skin. A cowboy hat cast an intimidating shadow over his eyes, which were were fixed on the “T” shape of an impeccably sculpted chest peaking out from the open buttons atop of his shirt.
Slowly, Kade reached down and began to undo the remaining buttons. Even through all the humidity, Kade could feel the heat trying escaping from under the clothing, the muscles below begging to breath, to be worshiped.
Kade reached the final button. Like two curtains on a vast, ornate stage, he pulled opened the shirt and unveiled his new chest. Even Kade’s wildest fantasies couldn’t prepare him for the reality of seeing this body up close. Each pec was the size of his head, a generous layer of hair covering the entire surface, and a dark cluster in his cleavage like a deep river running between two mountains.
The river continued straight down through his abs, chiseled with Grecian artistry and painted with clusters of brown scruff. A gentle breeze blew in through the nearest window, and Kade shuddered as the cool wind touched his balmy skin and whistled gently through the hairs on his exposed chest.
He made quick work removing the rest of the shirt. But Kade had underestimated how wide the man’s body was, how his back was not just broad but big, with traps that creeped up to the middle of his neck, shoulders the size of cantaloups, and a tapestry of delts and lats that jutted as far out from his center of gravity as that ridiculous chest.
Kade heard a series of small “pops” as he struggled to pull the soggy clothing from his skin. The holes on either of his cut-off sleeves barely fit over his biceps, and removing them felt like pulling two footballs out of a pinhole. He wondered how the model was able to put on this shirt in the first place, though he suspected the tight fit was to intentionally accentuate his adonis body.
Man, I hope this guy doesn’t have to be somewhere, Kade thought. Perhaps he was just too big for average clothing. Kade guessed he was at least 6’3’’. If nothing else, he dwarfed Kade’s old 5’9’’ body. When he looked down at the ground (the little he could see beyond those two hairy hills on his chest), it felt significantly further away. Judging by the muscle packed onto his frame in ridiculous quantities, Kade had to be over 200 pounds. Whenever he moved, he felt the ground give slightly under his feet—themselves at least a size 13.
“God, I’m so big.” The word felt at home in his mouth, in his barreling voice. “Big. Fucking big.”
Palms on pecs, fistfuls of hair and smearing sweat… Kade wasn’t going to leave an inch of this body untouched. He didn’t know how long he had before he was back in his uncle’s shitty attic, or if he was to live out the remainder of his days as a vintage porn model. He only knew he had this moment, and that he wanted to spend it in total awe and admiration of this big beautiful man with his big beautiful pecs, his big beautiful ass, his big beautiful arms, his big beautiful…
“Oh, hey there.”
Kade had been far too enamored with his body to notice how hard he’d gotten. Only now, the throbbing erection in his pants was causing him physical pain: just as his torso had struggled against the tight, sleeveless shirt, so was this man’s cock against the tiny white underwear he’d been wearing when Kade entered his body.
Once again with great difficulty, Kade pulled the model’s trousers and briefs down over his tree trunk legs. Unwrapping his ass had been a challenge in its own right, but this was like peeling wallpaper.
Kade was rewarded by the sight of an erect, 10-inch cock, bouncing playfully as it came free of the skin-tight underwear. That it looked almost tiny against the rest of Kade’s body only made him harder, causing a bit of sliver pre cum to leak from the tip.
Kade ran his hand under the shaft, dipped a thumb in the man’s juices, and brought the finger to his lips. He moaned softly as he savored the salty taste of a real man’s seed. He hadn’t even tasted his own cum, much less someone else’s. It was hard to imagine it being much better than this.
He gave the dick one hearty stroke, and felt his knees go weak. Whether it was the dripping sweat which lubricated his hands and cock, or just the sight of a towering muscle god pleasuring himself in the mirror, Kade was once again on the brink of climax. He fell back on the bed behind him, intoxicated by the heat of the muggy room, the heat of his writhing body, and the heat burning like a hot coal in his loins.
“Hmmmmm… so big… so hard… so horny…”
His pecs rose and fell out of his peripheral vision, which grew blurrier and blurrier as Kade descended into a horny haze. The sweat that had gathered under his cap trickled down and stung his eyes, but he didn’t care. He’d gone from touching this body to outright groping, grabbing handfuls of muscle and flesh as his whole being ached with desire.
He was insatiable. Kade could literally not get enough of this body, as each touch sent fresh lightning blots across his skin. The bed creaked as Kade thrust into the air. There was so much power in this man’s body, so much strength and rage. With one hand, he gripped the base of his dick, and with the other, he pulled… and pulled… and pulled…
Until the room was ripe with smell of fresh sex and ringing with the wet sounds of pleasure: skin against skin, bed against floor, helpless whimpers of longing. Kade had to cum. He was going to cum. When all of the sudden…
DING DONG
“Hello?” called a timid voice from behind the door, “is Stu in there? My name is Andrew, I’m here for the photoshoot!”
Fuck. His fears had been confirmed: this model was getting ready to do a photoshoot. And now, Kade was going to do that photoshoot. Kade didn’t even like it when his family took pictures of him—and he didn’t have to show skin for those. How the fuck am I going to do this?
“Coming!” replied Kade’s booming voice. He scrambled out of bed and gathered his clothes. He looked down at the torn button shirt and sweat drenched jeans in his hands. There is no way I’m getting back into these.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Kade had no choice. It was either risk the job and reputation of an innocent man, or do the shoot in the nude. Impulsively, Kaden reached for the door and threw it open.
The look on the photographer’s face when he saw Kade caused all of the young man’s apprehension to melt away in an instant. The photographer’s eyes caressed the model’s naked form, trying fruitlessly to fixate on something other than his still extremely erect cock. What do I have to be so nervous about with a body like this?
“So,” Kade said, trying to sound as confident as he now felt, “we doing this inside or outside?”
It took the photographer a full thirty seconds to respond. “Out... outside,” he finally stammered, “but I...it wasn’t supposed to be... I wasn’t told it’d be—“
“Nude?” Kade laughed. The photographer was like putty between his fingers. He’d never felt this amount of control over another human being, never thought that he could exert so much raw power with nothing but his body. “Tell you what,” he said, his cockiness growing by the second, “I was just in the middle of rubbing one out when you came. Why don’t you let me finish up, then I’ll slip on something a little more PG. That sound good?”
The photographer nodded, though Kade doubted whether or not he actually heard a single word outside of “rub one out.” Doe-eyed, he followed Kade outside, his dick swinging like an extra limb between his thunder thighs, The relentless Miami sun beat down on his naked backside as he scanned the model’s secluded lawn. Places like this didn’t come cheep. This “Stu” guy wasn’t just hot: he was loaded.
Kade spotted a cluster of wood near a gazebo that was under construction. Perfect. He took a seat down on the pile of logs as he resumed stroking his own. The photographer just stood there, still unable to take his eyes off of Kade’s rock hard cock.
“You gonna use that?” Kade nodded to the camera trembling in the man’s hand. “C’mon, consider it a souvenir. The magazine doesn’t have to know.”
So the photographer continued to stare, only this time though the lens of his 35mm camera. With each “snap” of the shutter, Kade grew ever more horny, possessed by the knowledge that his body was being captured, immortalized, and worshiped.
“Yeah, you like that?” Kade purred. Sweat fell in sheets off his body and seeped into the wood below. So strong was Kade’s scent that he saw the photographer’s nostrils flare from seven feet away. He inched closer and closer, an erection now clearly visible in his shorts. It drove Kade wild, knowing how horny he made this man, and how horny he was going to make hundreds of other men with these photos.
He was a god among mortals, a being of pure power and raw sexuality. He closed his eyes and felt the warm sun lick his skin, one hand jerking his meat, the other slapping his hot, hairy hole.
“Fuck, I’m so hot,” Kade moaned. The icy chill of Waukesha felt eons away. Kade’s past was nothing but a distant, half-forgotten dream. This was the life he had always wanted, and he knew deep down that once he came, there was no going back. This man’s past was to become his future. And the future was looking bright.
His toes curled. His muscles tensed. He sucked in a huge breath as his body prepared for the coming eruption.
“Gonna… fucking… CUM!”
Kade let free a bestial growl which echoed throughout the backyard (and probably the neighbor’s as well). A flood of seed burst forth from his penis and joined the sweat still sticking to his furry abs. After edging for what was—somewhat literally a lifetime, the release was something far greater than sweet. He gave a great tremble, the tremors of a man in the thralls of complete and total pleasure. Kade could have sworn he blacked out for a moment or two just from the rush.
When he opened his eyes, he was staring at a wet patch in the photographer’s shorts, now just inches from his own cock. “Someone enjoyed themself,” he winked to the man, who was blushing harder than a china doll.
“Sorry,” the photographer squeaked out.
“Nothing to apologize for,” said Kade as he rose, casting a long shadow over the much shorter man. “Now, how about a real photoshoot?”
As the shutter click click clickd while Kade posed in his white undies (the only clothes he could manage to slip on in a rush), he began to feel as if he’d been here before. On the other side of the camera, staring at himself. It felt like a memory from a different lifetime, one he could only recall moments of. A cold attic, an old box of magazines, an uncle who he didn’t know was gay.
But it was ridiculous; Kade didn’t have any uncles, and he knew no cold attics. He’d grew up in Miami for christ’s sake. He’d been the linebacker for his high school football team. He started his own construction firm when he was twenty three. And now, he was a model—easily the hottest in all of Florida. Everyone knew he was gay, that he fucked like a prized stallion and dumbed his load in every guy in South Beach.
And his name wasn’t Kade. It was Stu. Always was, always will be.
