“Nah. I think I’m gonna hit the sack,” I said as I scratched my chin. The feeling of stubble felt both new yet familiar. “I need to get through tomorrow’s shift before relaxing this weekend.” My dick still felt unsatisfied, throbbing in my boxers, but I knew that this was the choice I or Joel would have made regardless.
“Suit yourself!” Runt said as he started walking back to my apartment. “Remember you can contact me when you want to try something else,” Runt said and with a strange laugh he entered my apartment and closed the door.
I decided to do the same and entered Joel’s apartment. “Damn, I really need to get around to cleaning this place!” I said taking a look around. The layout was similar to my apartment but it seemed that Joel had been living in his apartment far longer than I had. I started to remember how after I got divorced I wanted to get as far away from Texas as possible. However, my lifestyle didn’t allow for too much leisure and after a while my apartment started to become a bit messy, cluttered with a few beer cans and dirty laundry and dishes here and there.
I checked the watch on my left arm once more. It was almost five o’clock. If I was lucky, I could probably get another good hour of sleep before heading to to the gym. I made my way to my bedroom and stepping over the dirty laundry and wrappers and cans I fell on to my bed exhausted. Waking up just wasn’t as easy at my age anymore.
I was only able to sleep for about 45 minutes before my alarm went off. I grumbled as I shut it off angrily. Waking up in the middle of the night had completely thrown of my sleep schedule. I got up and made my way to the bathroom where I spotted my reflection. Looking at it felt odd, on one hand I knew that it was supposed to be how I always looked, but my other half remember how bizarre it was to look in the mirror and see a completely different person staring back at me.
I hastily brushed my teeth and found my uniform in my bedroom which I hastily put in my duffel bag. Usually, after spending an hour at the gym I would commute on the Subway to work before returning back home on it. I found a red muscle shirt and some athletic shoes and shorts in my bedroom and put them on as per my routine. After making sure I had everything with me, I grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me.
As I walked to the apartment entrance, I walked past my old apartment and wondered what Runt was currently doing. “I hope he doesn’t do any weird shit while pretending to be me,” I think, hoping he hears it, and continue my way to the gym. It was only a few blocks from my apartment, which gave me a bit more time to sleep, before heading to work. Although I wasn’t a gym rat, I still made sure to work out enough to keep in good shape.
I waved to Michael, the owner, and made my way to the weight room. After warming up a bit I took a quick jog on the treadmill before easing my way into lifting some dumbbells and weights. The gym wasn’t too crowded in the morning so most of the people near me were familiar faces including a handsome muscular man I have flirted with on a few occasions. When I finished my work out I headed to the locker room where I had stored my duffel bag and grabbed my towel before heading to the shower.
I felt a few eyes staring at me as I walked completely nude to the shower but I was used to it. In fact the stares tended to make me a bit horny, I looked down as my cock started to slowly become erect. Although I had just turned into Joel just hours prior, I still hadn’t had time to explore his body. But if I wanted to make it to work on time I had to focus on my shower first.
“Glad it’s fuckin Friday,” I say as I began to wash my hair. There wasn’t as much as before so I quickly get through that step before lathering my body with soap. I feel the soap in between my muscles and interact with all my body hair. Washing my cock is the most pleasing as I feel the weight of my balls and cock in my hand as I cleaned them.
When I finish my refreshing shower I dry off and walk back to my locked naked once more. There are a few more stares as I change into my work uniform. Afterward, I made my way to the subway where I got off at Brayant & Co. Builders. I stored my duffel bag in the work locker, clocked in at seven-thirty, and got to work. It was my usual shift, a bit of hard labor, talking to a few of my buddies during break, and constantly keeping an eye on the clock. Luckily, the sky was cloudy and my usual shift went at a much quicker pace than usual.
“See you Monday!” Ken told me as I headed back to the Subway. Another trip and a bit more walking and I was back at my apartment by 6 in the afternoon. I dropped my duffel bag on my crowded coffee table and sat on my couch. Today wasn’t too exhausting, but a man my age wasn’t able to keep up as much as I was once able to. As I lazily glanced at the television I decided to…