#cock magic

[craigwouldbesooohappy]

Omg Randy doing cock magic makes me cry from laughing so hard😭😭💀

[rebeccaajc93]

Do you think Reginald Smith from Chicken Run: Dawn Of The Nugget (2023) is very similar to the Cock Magic Ring Announcer from South Park in Cock Magic (2014)?

[shiftythrifting]

Cockring Ken found while I was doll hunting today!

[thatsluttytiefling]

All of my wildest dreams for this movie have come true

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Why summoning the Ghost King and Danny when he expects Pariah Dark might literally give John a panic attack

So, this would not be the first time John has summoned something and didn’t get what he expected. To explain that, I’ll have to explain the Newcastle incident, and I will but going to give a brief overview of what the consequences are before dipping into that… because it’s a bit intense

So during a summoning one of the things you need to do is name the being you’re summoning. The ritual and sigils are what brings the being forth. Naming the summoned entity is part of the binding. The binding is what gives you an amount of control over the being summoned and offers protection to the summoner

So having the wrong name means they have no control over what they summoned. Naming the spirit puts it on a leash and muzzles it, having the wrong name is just letting it in without the leash or muzzle

Let’s just say at this point, Constantine’s past experience with summoning would make him super against summoning “the Ghost King” and one of the other magic users like Zatana would have to do it

John would be freaking out the moment the wrong guy showed up, he has some trauma around that. Even if it’s just Danny, this is going to dredge up some stuff and he’s going to have a hard drink afterwards

I will now be going into one of the most traumatizing moments of John Constantine’s life. As such, it’s going to get pretty intense and I’m toning it down a bit

Explanation of the Newcastle Incident Content warning sexual assault and abuse

In 1978 Constantine and his “magic gang” go to the Casanova Club to deal with a bit of a situation there. They arrive and there’s a lot of dead bodies in the basement and a very traumatized girl

Astra Logue’s father was basically a cult leader and an orgy enthusiast. He and his followers did some not so great things to Astra. Astra was psychic, so in her distress she summoned a hellhound named Norfolthing (actually a primordial elemental but that takes explaining) to protect her from the sexual abuse of her father and his followers. Norfulthing proceeded to commit sexual assault against the cult before killing them

John and the Magic Gang showed up to deal with the aftermath. In order to get Astra out of there and get rid of Norfulthing, they decided the best way to deal with this was to “fight fire with fire”

They then proceed to summon the demon/former god Nergal but the ritual didn’t have his name. Right ritual, wrong name. Nergal then proceeded to drag Astra’s soul to hell, Norfulthing raped one of the magic gang

John then spent the next two years at Ravenscar Mental Asylum and only managed to rescue Astra’s soul from hell about a decade later. She was still dead obviously but at least she wasn’t suffering in hell

So yeah

John has some baggage when it comes to summoning things with the wrong name

[cardboard-crack]

[nonotnolan]

Jock Cock, Part 3

Many thanks to my photo source for agreeing to appear in this work! Check out Part 1 here. Check out Part 2 here.

"Sir, did you have an appointment?" Inwardly, I flinched. Externally, I needed to act like I belonged here. A little bit of bravado will go a long way, after all. I turned to face the student worker sitting at the desk I had waltzed past.

"Mike is expecting me," I said, gesturing vaguely behind me. That was a bold-faced lie, but I had at least confirmed that his Outlook calendar was open, and Teams showed him online when I left my office. It also listed him as a level two Admissions worker, so I think that meant he had his own office? I don't know how he could have arranged all of those body swaps without some sort of privacy.

Sure enough, I found him in the middle of a row of offices that were all pretty much identical. "Well, look at you. You managed to get an office with an exterior wall and everything. I'm a bit jealous. I'm here to talk about... well, us. I hope this isn't a bad time." I had gotten a rough idea of what he looked like from his company profile picture, but he was even more handsome in person.

"Kevin?" He hopped to his feet and quickly shut the door behind me. "I never wanted you to... how did you even find me? There are over 100 Michaels employed here, let alone the student population."

I smiled at him. It felt good having the upper hand, for once. "True, which is why I needed to approach this from an entirely different angle. It occurred to me that if you never told Adam about our meeting, I could use his test score to scare him into talking."

He glared at me. "Final grades were submitted weeks ago. You had no leverage over him."

"You know that. I know that. But Adam had no idea. I told him that I wouldn't pursue any sort of punishment as long as he gave me a name, and... well, here we are."

Mike let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I suppose you think that you're so damn clever."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Think it? I know it."

"Well then, Mr. Clever, how did you think this would play out? I told you, I'm only looking for hookups. Hookups that happen in bodies that are way more muscular than this one. Was I supposed to change my mind? You do a little bit of detective work, and suddenly I'm going to be yours forever?"

Out of all of the ways this scene had played out in my mind, righteous fury was definitely not one I had considered. "What? No, no, hang on. Mike, please. I'm not expecting you to be mine forever. One, the whole point of dating is just to see if we're even compatible, but more to the point... what's the point in swapping bodies if you can't have sex with multiple others? You have a gift, somehow, and I would have to be the biggest asshole to make you deny that part of yourself!" Mike started to relax his shoulders, and I took that as a sign to keep pressing.

"I'm not one of those guys who insists on monogamy. The open relationship is fine, I just… I want more than hookups. I want to come home after a rough day and know that you'll be there, waiting for me. Or at least your body. Can we… can we at least try?"

Mike just stared at me, with a stern and angry face that was weakened by his watery eyes. "I need you to understand I'm not happy with you right now. You completely ignored my thoughts and feelings because you decided that you knew better. And the only reason that I'm not telling you to get the fuck out is that my heart admits you may have a point. And as much as I want to be angry at how you violated my privacy… I was doing the same thing to your feelings when all I wanted to do was hook up."

He looked so sad that I wanted to reach out and give him a hug, but I had a feeling that if I tried, it would read as me dismissing his emotions as invalid hysterics. And that was the last thing I wanted to. I slipped my hands in my pockets, and stared at a point in the floor. "Well… then where do we go from here?"

He looked up at me, arms crossed defensively. "Let's do it this way. 7:00, the Starbucks on the edge of campus. If I show up, we'll try it your way. If I don't show up, we both agree to stop trying to pursue each other. Relationships, hookups, any of it."

-----------------------

I sat there, fidgeting with the empty coffee cup in my hand as my eyes scanned the slow stream of passerby for any sign of Mike. I'd arrived at 6:45 because of who I am as a person, but at some point I was going to have to admit the possibility that he had chosen not to be here. I glanced down at my phone. 7:12. At least the shop was busy enough that none of the baristas were paying attention to him. The only thing worse than being stood up was having witnesses.

Once the clock hit 7:15, I tossed the cup in the trash and headed out the door. It stung a bit. A lot a bit, actually. 80s movies had sorely misrepresented how easy it was to get into a relationship by being your authentic self. But if he truly wasn't interested, that was his choice to make. Showing up at his apartment with a boombox wasn't going to change anything.

"And just where do you think you're going, Kevin?"

I looked up to see a shirtless man with massive shoulders staring at me from the parking lot. "How do you… Mike, is that you in there?" He just smiled in response. "Mike, what the hell! Have you been standing here the whole time? I thought you stood me up!"

He shrugged. "Well, I considered going in there to join you, but… this felt like a good way to pay you back for your little stunt earlier today. I don't want you thinking that you'll always have the upper hand. And anyway, there's only the one door. It's not like I was going to lose track of you. Now get over here," he said as he pulled me into a bear hug.

I wanted to be angry, but it was hard to stay mad as I felt the warmth of his body against my chest, the smell of sweat and tobacco assaulting my nose from his current body. "Why do I get the feeling that one of our love languages is going to be pressing the other person's buttons?"

He looked up into my eyes and tousled my hair. "You're the one who wanted a relationship. You'll have to date all of me, not just the parts of me that fit your daydream." He was right, of course. Whether that was a promise or a threat, I could not say. But I was excited for the two of us to find out. Together.

[leidila]

Had to make my own version

[majinbangus]

Silly thought, but what if stroking Soap's cock thrice, for some unknown reason, always gave you good luck or something.

Like, maybe Soap doesn't believe in luck, but you do and you insist, genuinely and wholeheartedly, that after every time you stroke his cock three times, something good always happens to you, or something bad that was supposed to happen didn't. You're so pure in your insistence, too, that Soap can't help but allow you to stroke his cock thrice whenever you think you might need his luck.

His only condition in return is for you to give him an actual handjob later on after his luck helped you.

[nonotnolan]

Jock Cock, Part 2

Check out Part 1 here.

"Excuse me, Professor Jones?" I wasn't expecting to be recognized out in public, but I did live in town, and it wasn't unheard of for a few of my more friendly students to engage in small talk if they happened to see me out grocery shopping or what have you. I'm usually too introverted to develop deep bonds with students, especially over a trivial intro course, but some people just want to be social.

"Please, just Mr. Jones. Or Kevin. I'm a teaching assistant, not a… Jared?" I certainly wasn't expecting a member of the basketball team greeting me out in public. "Do I… I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to be recognized. I don't think you've ever been enrolled in one of my classes?"

He smiled at me, letting his bags drop to the ground. "Well, we've crossed paths before, I just didn't make much of an impression on you. I don't take it personally, I was a pretty non-descript guy." The thought of Jared ever blending into a crowd was… ridiculous, to say the least. My skepticism must have shown up on my face, because he started laughing at me. "The real me, not Jared. I'm the same guy who swapped with Adam last month."

I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I recalled that night. He dumped three different loads in my ass once he was no longer my student. It was one of the most risky hookups I have ever had, but that made it all the more exciting. Especially since the man inside of Adam's body clearly had experience. Most guys with a fuck stick over seven inches were terrible in bed, but he was diligent about both foreplay and aftercare. Snuggling against a tight chest of rippling muscles, breathing deeply the manly aroma of his musky pits, gazing deeply into his eyes as his fingers ran through my hair… I didn't even realize I was daydreaming until I felt the strain of my cock against my boxer briefs.

"You wanna do it again?" he said, whispering softly. "Jared hired me to take care of Summer School exams for him. I've still got two more days inside of this body, and I'd love to see you again. That razor sharp mind of yours is just… the fucking sexiest thing about you, Kev. I want to be near you, I want to pull you in close and hold you tight." The stranger's hand slid down to his crotch and cupped his junk. "And I want to rail you with this jock cock until you scream."

I started to fidget with my suit jacket. "Jared... Adam... whoever it is that you are... look, it was risky enough when you were in the body of someone who graduated. Jared is... what, a junior? He's barely 21. And he's still a student"

"But he's not your student," countered the stranger. "I looked up the university policy. It only matters if there is a conflict of interest, like student and teacher. And age means nothing as long as the body is legal, which it is. Besides, you're... what, mid 30s? A bit older? That's nothing for hookup culture."

As always, the man had a point. Was he always this confident, or was that a side effect of wearing a jock's skin? "I mean, you're right, I just... I'm not a big fan of hookup culture. I know we had that night when you were Adam, but... I'd much rather go on a date and get to know you first. And I can't help but feel guilty that these athletes don't know you're having sex in their bodies, so that plus the hookup guilt is... it's a bit much for me. I really should say no. It's not personal."

Jared, the man inside of Jared, just smiled at me. "I don't know what sort of operation you think I'm running, but I make them all sign contracts that outline everything I'm allowed to do while I'm inside in their body, sex included. So if you don't want a hookup, I guess I'll just have to hang out a bit before we fuck. Why don't you come back to my place? We can hang out at the pool before we head upstairs."

"Pretty nice apartment complex, right? Jared's parents are loaded." He smiled at me as I glanced around the property. I knew the buildings in this part of town were incredibly expensive, but I didn't realize just how extravagant they were.

My eyes were drawn to the water droplets running down his muscular pecs. "Well, honestly, I assumed it was due to his status as a star athlete," I said, trying to keep my eyes focused on his face.

He shook his head. "Nah, they barely get paid anything, and the regulations around it are pretty bullshit. The scholarships cover the classes, but anything else is a crapshoot. Most of the athletes I hop into, I have them pay me by giving me extra time in their body. I don't think I could ever develop all this," he gestured at his chest for emphasis, "on my own. Being a jock is a lot of hard work and dedication, but borrowing it? Much easier. I love being able to borrow bodies like this, and doing their schoolwork is a breeze. It's a pretty sweet gig for someone like me."

"It sounds like you're being a bit hard on yourself, Mr...?"

The man in Jared's body shrugged. "Call me Mike, if you want. Or you can call me Fuck. That's what you'll be screaming later, when I'm balls deep in that ass of yours." It was one of the dumbest lines I'd heard, but the delivery was aided by the absolute stud who said it. "Come on, let's head upstairs. If you want a date, we can have coffee between rounds."

"You are going to be the death of me," I said, panting for breath. I could feel the sweat dripping down my thighs-- among other fluids, given that I'd already taken two loads from Mike's current body. I was falling for him, hard. "Okay, I have to be awkward. You clearly have a crush on me if you're trying to find me when you're in these hot bodies. But if you're not going to let me return the favor… where do you see this going?"

He just started laughing. "Why does it have to go anywhere? We're just two gay guys enjoying a series of casual hookups. It happens all the time."

I rolled off of the mattress and walked over to where I had tossed off most of my clothes. "Because I want it to go somewhere, Jar-- Mike. I don't want to have a series of casual hookups. I know a lot of guys are fine with that sort of culture, but… I'm not. I need more than this."

"Whoa, hey…" He came up behind me and pulled me close, and I could feel the warmth of his body. "Kevin. My guy. You don't even know what I look like. Are you in love with me, the idea of me, or the jock cock that I can provide to you?" He started grinding his growing erection against my bare ass for emphasis-- God, of course Jared's body was already prepared for round three. "I promise you, a relationship will never live up to your dreams. Don't ruin a good thing by trying to get even more. Just sit back and enjoy the dick, for as long as I can supply it."

I brushed his arm off my shoulder and stepped further away. "I can't… Mike, I'm not going to settle for 'good enough' in matters of love. And if that means ruining a good thing to chase what I want… what I need? That's what I'm going to do." I kept waiting for him to say something as I started getting dressed, but he just stared at me with his arms crossed.

He followed me out of the apartment, though he remained silent as he walked behind me. I guess he thought I would realize that his dick was too good to leave, and he had been right all along? I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. We were both too stubborn to admit defeat.

"I'll… see you around in some other college stud, I guess."

Check out Part 3 here.

[theriverbeyond]

for every transphobic tlt post i am giving gideon nav an extra cock

[robinante]

One day I’m going to honor my promises and make a master post of book recommendations based on Dimension 20 seasons.

[angie-words]

My partner sent this to me (a Dragon Age fan):

and the very first thing that struck me was "wait... Has Varric been wearing a day collar this whole time?!"

EDIT: OK I've now down the bare minimum research on Earring Magic Ken and that first photo is even funnier with this context:

Source:

[garamnoxsatanicwiitch777]

Satan is the God of this world, and the ONLY God!

Accept Satan, let him into your mind and let him FILL your Heart, and then gift Satan with your Soul!

Worship Satan Daily! Enjoy having no shame No Guilt!!! Satan is Freedom! Hail Lord God Satan!

[immortalmrwavell]

Taking Back Youth

(Original story posted October 14th) This story has been significantly Updated!

Evan sat at the bar ordering drink after drink. He just wanted to bury his sorrow in alcohol after his now ex-boyfriend broke things off with him. It was all so sudden. He could’ve sworn they were doing well. Was he just too delusional to see the signs? Or did his ex find another guy? Whatever the reason Evan just wanted to feel better somehow… in any way.

Evan continued Roding drink after drink. Downing each one with the hopes of washing away all his problems even if just for one night. However his drinking frenzy was put on pause when another man at the bar approached him. The guy seemed to be much older than Evan. Late 50’s perhaps? Maybe early 60’s? Silver thinning hair, clean shaven save for a mustache that extended into a handlebar. He was in about average shape for a man his age being relatively lean while also sporting a small gut.

The man sat down beside Evan and ordered himself a drink. It didn’t take long for him to pick up on the older man’s intentions. Despite the clear age difference, Evan being in his late 20’s, the man started hitting on the young stud after introducing himself as Carl.

Evan didn’t usually consider himself the type to go for guys that much older for him. He didn’t consider himself to be a hookup kinda person either but right now he didn’t care. The alcohol was clouding his judgement and right now he just wanted to feel good in any way possible. Next thing he knew. Evan was drunkenly flirting back with Carl. It might’ve been the alcohol talking but In all honesty Carl was pretty good looking for his age. Evan even thought the guy could’ve been a model when he was younger. Then again it was easy to think such things about an older man who was showering Evan with compliments. Calling him the sexiest ginger hunk Carl had ever seen while also making not so subtle comments about Evan’s thick bubble ass that was spilling over the bar stool.

And so the evening dragged on and before long the pair found themselves stumbling out of that bar with Carl directing Evan to his place. As it happened Carl lived not far from the bat in a small apartment that didn’t have much more than the essentials. Evan hardly took any notice though as seconds after closing the front door, the two men began pressing their lips together with a fiery passion.

Carl wasted no time in exploring the entirety of Evan’s body. He’d already started to do so on the walk here as a copped a feel of Evan’s ass and pecs but now he was getting the full package. Running his worn older hand all across Evan’s muscular youthful physique as they began to undress. Before long Carl was dragging Evan across the apartment and towards the bedroom.

Evan was on top first. After a little bit of ass play he slid his dick inside Carl and began pounding away, allowing all his sorrows from the past couple of days to fade and be consumed by pleasure. Evan fucked Carl for a good while, jumping into all sorts of sex positions as he did. He was surprised at how well this older gentleman was managing to keep up. And before long Evan found himself finally gearing up to cum. As that familiar feeling built up inside of him he got himself ready to pull out. Only that’s when Carl begged him not to. Pleading that he wanted Evan to breed him. In his drunken state Evan found himself happy to comply. And with a few more heavy thrusts, he unloaded. Filling up Carl completely with a tidal wave of his young stud cum.

After that Evan noticed something. A strange look on Carl’s face that he couldn’t quite describe. It looked like satisfaction but at he couldn’t help get the feeling that something was a little… off. He couldn’t place it but before he had a chance to think anymore about it, Carl was flipping Evan over already!

Evan hardly had a chance to catch his breath before Carl began digging his face between Evan’s hot hairy cheeks. It was his turn to top now and Evan could tell Carl had been eager to get at his ass just by how he was grabbing and smacking it. Evan doing himself giving in though as he actively presented his hot ass to Carl, moaning as he felt the older man’s tongue invading his hole. After that Carl was like an animal. As soon as the older man was done tongue fucking the ginger hunk, he wasted no time in pressing his cock deep into Evan’s hole.

Due to his age, he wasn’t able to fuck nearly as hard as Evan did nor was Carl’s dick anywhere near as hard. But despite that Evan found the experience satisfying. Considering the man must’ve been in his early 60’s, Evan was impressed. Though they weren’t able to change positions much as Carl opted to stick to just pounding Evan from above.

Evan was beginning to wonder how long this old geezer could last. That is until, without warning, Carl moaned long and loud one last time and seconds later Evan felt a load shooting inside him. It didn’t feel like much. Just a few spurts but…

“Hey! I never said you could cum in my ass!” Evan grunted while looking back over his shoulder, clearly annoyed at the lack of warning.

Just then a large sly grin spread across Carl’s face. “I don’t need your permission. After all, it isn't your ass anymore. It’s mine.” His voice teemed with mockery. Like there was some big secret that Evan didn’t know.

Before Evan was even able to process what Carl had just said, he started to feel drowsy. Had he been drugged somehow? He began to lose all the strength in his arms and legs as he found himself falling face down on the bed. The last thing he felt before falling unconscious was Carl’s body falling on top of him, his dick still inside Evan’s hole.

———

It wasn’t until the next morning that one of the two men began to stir. It was Carl. As he blinked his eyes open, a smirk began to form on his lips as the very first thing he felt was a dick lodged up his ass as well as a flabby body resting on top of him. He pushed himself up and carefully allowed the body lying on him to fall off him to one side. The cock slipped out of his hole in the process but Carl was far more focused on his younger, more muscular arms to care.

“Yesssss…” Carl mumbled to himself. “Yes! It worked again! Hahaaaaa!” Carl grinned sadistically as he sat up and looked down at his new body. Eyes gleaming with joy as he saw a thick pair of pecs covered in ginger fur. The very same ones he’d been groping the night before. Now his. He was able to tear his gaze away for just long enough to look over beside him at his previous 61 year old body sleeping beside him. The body swapping ritual had worked.

Carl hopped out of bed with an energetic flare he hadn’t felt for years. Then sauntering across the room to get a better look at himself in the nearest mirror. No longer did he see the aging face of the old man he was before. Instead he saw Evan. The vulnerable hunk of a man he’d slept with. Naturally he couldn’t help examining his new younger body a little closer.

Despite the studly body, it was his new face that Carl was drawn to first. There was something about it that was so striking. These new eyes of his looked so intense, blending perfectly with his sharp features. That combined with his smooth and well looked after skin just screamed youthful masculinity. His face was imbued with a level of naturally rugged manliness that was enhanced by the well groomed lifestyle of a man that took pride in his appearance. Put simply, he was gorgeous.

But he couldn’t ignore the body forever. Not with how irresistible it looked and felt. It wasn’t long before Carl was stroking his hands down his chest, running them over his hairy new pecs with delight. He’d gotten plenty of chances to touch them last night but feeling them from the inside was a totally different experience. They weren’t just a hot pair of pecs anymore. They were his hot pair of pecs. And the orange pelt of fuzz that covered them and the rest of his body was just the icing on the cake which only drove him crazier with lust for his own stolen body.

Carl couldn’t stop touching himself. Rubbing his hands up, down and all over his body. Squeezing his bulky biceps, massaging his thick thighs, admiring his enormous calves. But most of all he could barely keep his hands off his ass. It was a proper bubble butt. So hefty and furry that it drove Carl mad. Just the slightest touch or movement caused it to jiggle. Sooo perfect for taking cock. Just like the one he had now.

If it weren’t for Carl’s brand new dick he probably wouldn’t have been able to stop touching his fat bubble ass. It was big. Bigger than his old one without a doubt. He couldn’t say for sure but as it grew to its full size it looked around 8 inches. Girthy fucking thing as well. He already knew it was huge after getting fucked by it last night but actually having it swing between his legs now was borderline euphoric. Having a cock this big was any guy’s dream after all. And the big bull nuts too? No wonder Evan came a load as big as he did last night.

After checking to make sure his former body was still asleep, Carl gripped his new cock and started pumping like his life depended on it. He was in love with his new dick already. His erection was stronger than it’d been in years. Sooo stiff. Sooo sensitive. He could’ve jacked it all day and all night. He just wanted to soak in the pleasure. But eventually he felt a rise coming from within as his sensitivity began to spike. He couldn’t stop himself.

Moments later Carl moaned out in his younger yet deeper voice as he launched cum all over the mirror.

———

Hours later, Evan finally began to stir. Immediately something felt wrong. His body felt lighter and strange… and he ached all over. His eyes flickered open to see an unfamiliar room. Where was he? Immediately he tried to recall the events of last night.

He’d been at the bar drinking. A lot. He was upset over his break up. And then…that old guy came up to him! Cam? Kirk?… Carl! That was it. They got to talking and they ended up going back to Carl’s place and… they fucked. But something still wasn’t right.

Evan darted his eyes down at his aching body and what he saw could only be described as unimaginable. His body. Or rather it wasn’t his. Looking down he didn’t see the muscular form he was used to seeing but rather an older, wrinklier form that was past its prime. Dwindling muscle and a small belly replaced his powerful physique. It was so mortifying that Evan wanted to scream bloody murder but his voice got caught in his throat. Nothing more than a terrified whimper escaped his lips as he cautiously touched his body, not wanting it to be real. But it was.

Only then did he hear the sound of another man quietly sipping on a drink. Evan whipped his head around to see an even more terrifying sight. Standing outside on the small balcony beside the bedroom was an all too familiar figure with his backside to Evan. A tall and broad looking man completely nude with ginger hair and an ass you could bounce a quarter off. It was… him. And not just a look alike either. It was actually him! His body. He’d never seen his body from this perspective but Evan was sure of it. That was him standing on the balcony!

“W-hat in the… f-fuck… what the fuck is happening??” Evan’s noticeably older sounding voice quivered with fear as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

Hearing this the copycat looked over his shoulder at Evan and chuckled. “Finally waking up I see.” Carl said in a mocking tone, smirking deviously before taking another sip of his drink.

Evan tried to move but only ended up grunting in pain as a series of aches overwhelmed him again before he was able to get up. “What’s happening!?” He shouted this time as grew more distressed. “Y-y-you look… just like me?!”

Carl let out a small sigh before tutting at Evan. “Oh you poor thing. I don’t just look like you Evan. I am you.” Carl claimed boldly, looking almost a little too proud of himself as he did. “To put it simply, I’m you and you’re me. I swapped our bodies using this ancient ritual I learned a long time ago. I won’t bore you with the specifics of it all but essentially the last component needed was for us to exchange sexual fluids. Once that was done we both fell unconscious while our souls switched places.” Carl explained as he slowly strutted back into the bedroom, cock flopping as he did.

“No… no no no this can’t be happening no…” Was all Evan could say as he looked back down at himself again, seeing the body of an old man. The very one he’d fucked last night.

“When I saw you at that bar I just knew I had to try my luck. A sexy stud like you? I couldn’t resist! But honestly I didn’t think I’d have a chance at baggin ya.” Carl admitted as he tossed his free arm out to the side and gestured down at himself. “Yet here I am settling into this young hunky body of yours.” He continued before brushing a hand through his hair and beard. “Loving the ginger as well by the way. I think it really suits me.” He flashed a toothy grin at Evan before taking another sip of that drink.

Evan wanted to jump out of bed and pounce on the body snatcher with how pissed he was but yet again he struggled to get up. No wonder really considering his body being much older and everything it’d been out through the previous night. Before he had a chance to finish getting up however, Carl downed the rest of his drink before setting the glass down and waltzing over. His hung cock smacking against his thighs as he moved. Before long he looked over the bed, shoving Evan back down onto the mattress with one hard push.

“Lay back down old man, you need some rest after last night.” Carl laughed.

Evan looked at his former face with contempt. “Give me back my fucking body.” He spat as he glared into his former eyes. His confidence didn’t last long as the uncanny feeling of seeing the face that should’ve been his staring back at him under another man’s control.

Carl bent down until his face was inches from Evan’s. His expression was blank and emotionless for a moment. That is until a cheeky grin spread across Carl’s face before pressing their lips together again. Evan was completely taken aback. His own body was kissing! It was surreal to say the least. But just as suddenly as it began, Carl pulled away from the kiss.

“No. Because this isn’t yours anymore. All of this. The muscle. The youth… The cock. This entire body. It all belongs to me.” Just saying those words along made Carl’s dick perk up again. He’d had plenty of time to recharge by now and his new cock was already raring to go again. Standing tall at attention as it grew almost unbearably hard.

Just then however, after taking a couple steps back, Carl was quick to notice Evan’s old man cock chubbing up a little. He chucked “I think you’re enjoying this more than you wanna admit.” He teased as he grasped his own erection. “Ughhhh god… this cock is hard as fuck. Being in that old body made me forget how good a young cock feels.” Carl stated as he gave his new dick a few tugs. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of it. First thing I’m gonna do once I get to your place is jerk this monster off again. After that I’ll be sure to shove it inside plenty of hot holes for ya. And hopefully get plenty of cocks in this new juicy ass of mine too!” Carl spun around before giving his ass a smack and jiggling it cheekily in front of Evan who couldn’t bring himself to look away from the fat furry ass he once owned.

Confused, Evan asked how Carl knew where his apartment was. Carl went on to explain that he was slowly but surely gaining access to Evan’s memories. It was part of the ritual apparently. He grabbed the white briefs Evan had discarded last night and slipped them on as if they were his own, just barely containing his erection. Evan tried to get up again to stop Carl from leaving but Carl was quick to once again shove him back down. Carl then picked up Evan’s black jeans before pulling them on too, Evan no longer knowing what to do or say to his imposter. He simply watched the thief as he pulled on his white socks. In that moment a tear began to fall from Evan’s eye.

“Oh come on. You’re not really gonna try and make me feel bad are you?” Carl questioned as he pulled on his second sock. Moments after he walked back over beside the bed and leaned over to grab Evan’s much older cock. “Here. Maybe this’ll make you feel better.” Carl rolled his eyes a little before bending down and wrapping his lips around Evan’s cock. Evan knew he should be angry but… for some bizarre and insane reason he couldn’t help but enjoy it. Carl used Evan’s former mouth and tongue to pleasure his older cock in all the right ways. It was a little strange to Evan that his dick still felt slightly soft. It’s like it just wasn’t able to get nearly as hard anymore. Not like his old dick could.

As Carl bobbed his head up and down he couldn’t help but rub his own erection through his jeans. Not being able to help relishing in just how solid his new cock felt. It was like having a steel rod tucked away in his jeans. And the more he sucked, the more he rubbed the outline of his cock.

Before long, Evan found himself moaning as Carl began sucking the cum out of his 60+ year old cock. Gulping down every last drop even if there wasn’t really that much. And mere moments after, thanks to all the rubbing, Carl couldn’t help but groan to himself as well as he busted another massive nut inside his jeans.

“Fuuuck well… I did not intend for that to happen. Guess I got a little too carried away. This young body is just so horny you know? Hard to control myself. And my cock.” Carl teased while sticking his tongue out at Evan. “No time to find something else now. Oh well. Guess I’ll just have to head home like this and change once I get back to my new apartment.” Carl pulled open the waistband to his jeans and underwear only to see the insides stained with a healthy splattering of cum. “Good thing these jeans are so dark.” He smiled while snapping back the waistbands.

With that Carl slipped his feet into the very same boots Evan had been wearing before grabbing what was now his new jacket. He looked over his shoulder again at Evan one last time. Evan looked at him with a nasty stare but still tired after cumming. With that Carl gave one final backhanded thank you for the new body before turning and heading out the door. Heading towards his new life as the new Evan. And as he walked down the street he just loved how nobody he passed by knew that he’d stolen this body or that his crotch was currently covered in cum.

[normalbrothers]

nothing more bankrupt in fandom than the idea that (romantic) love can cure trauma by sheer virtue of it