Before heading to the coffee shop Issac got to work cleaning up the mess Russel left behind. Putting away the near-empty bottle of lube and put together his bed where sheets had been otherwise completely scattered. He put aside Russel's uniform and jeans, thinking of how the large beast of a man filled up the crotch of those pants with envy.
Issac himself has otherwise been unlucky when it came to the simple act of getting laid, with an unimpressive body and meek personality, it wasn't much of a wonder why he took the DILF pills on regular basis. But maybe with some weights, a hearty diet... he thought.
Issac turned back to the bed, seeing Russel jock. He picked it up and gave it a sniff, stifling a moan.
The jock was still ripe from the night before. And boy did it smell like a real man. Sweaty, with a few pre-stains covering the fabric.
"Put it on."
Russel's deep commanding voice echo'd from the distance. Issac turned around panicked.
"No what the hell were you thinking last night bringing someone home! And how the hell are you here right now!?"
As Issac looked down he found that the jock was already on and slowly but surely felt his cock rise to attention.
"Jesus... oh fuck... why the hell is this turning me on? I have to get to work!"
Issac quickly shuffled through his clothes and got ready for work. Slipping on a pair of khakis, a basic polo and some size 9 sneakers. Not realizing it though, Russel was going to make sure by end of this day this boy's body was his.
As Issac ran to his car, he noticed his footsteps were just a bit heavier than before. His slender frame looked a little more beefed up, almost as if he had put on ten pounds in the span of an hour and if he dared look into the mirror he may have noticed that his cheeks were coated in a light wispy stubble.