Traveling through physiomorphical dimensions of matter-form-space, Dr. Jack Beckett leaps from form to form, cursed to find sexual gratification in each form he becomes, and longing for the day when he will no longer make the leaps alone, but find a soul mate to make this strange oddessey with him.
This story beings in the most ordinary of places... a public rest room. Jack stood emptying his bladder and casually reading the plethora of graffitti scratched and etched on the wall in front of him. Among the dirty lymrics and telephone numbers - right between "I once knew a slut from France... who's tongue was inside my pants" and "Call Cindi or Mark for a good time, we're both bi baby - 555-2153"... Jack found a curious one. It was written in very small letters in what Jack figured was red ink. He squinted to read it.
"Should your name be Jack,
that's what you'll want to do,
humping and stroking and jacking your way
through forms in life daily new,
And should you find that your cum
is loved by any other one
you'll have a new mate to take on this date
being everything under the sun.
But should you grow up and learn
there's more to life than a fuck,
then one chance remains the curse will be broke,
For if it isn't, for you it will suck.
Should you learn selfless true love,
It sounds so cliche but its true,
then the shackles that bind you shall break,
and this curse you've just taken will too."
Jack laughed. "Very amusing. Someone's been reading too much fantasy. No, probably watching, people don't read any more," Jack said to himsef in a superior tone. He jiggled the lizard and zipped up, he had to get back to the office for his one o'clock appointment. Mrs. Fritz wasn't his favorite patient, but she was lucrative with all problems her eyes have had over the years.
Well, so much for lymric time, Jack thought to himself. He turned, and suddenly found himself staring into a blinding light. People were cheering and leering.
He felt a momentary dizziness, then adjusted his small pink speedo. What? He thought to himself. He flexed one pec, then the other, they bounced in response, his hand running down to the very large bulge in his crotch, which he then cupped as if in offering to the crowd. Then he realized he was a male stripper... he was on stage, doing his act. He looked over at another man on stage, as muscular and handsome as himself.
Damn he's hot, Jack thought to himself, watching those gleaming rippling muscles, and feeling himself starting to get hard right no stage.
Jack gasped at this new reality, his cock getting harder by the second until it stretched his strap and he felt strongly compelled to jerk off right there and go suck off this other hot man. He was overwhelmed - he had never been attracted to guys or realized how hot they were before, whispering aloud... "Oh boy..."