Harvey looked at his home once again. The one thing he did like about his life was living
right on the seafront. Not so much that he wouldn’t give it up, but he felt he aught to take
a moment to enjoy while he could.
He opened the door and smelled the salty air for the last time. Then, the salty air drifted
inside and he quickly remembered being naked. He shut the door.
He was about to walk back to the mirror, but realised that soon there wouldn’t be any
mirror, so what was the point? So he stood in the center of the room, it being no better
than anywhere else and shook the cube for three seconds.
For a brief moment there was nothing but a vivid blur. It was over before he really
registered it. The next thing he knew, his vision was filled with a brownish pink colour.
“Oh, Ambrosios.”
It was skin, but inches before his face. It was hard to focus on as it wouldn’t keep still, but
it was dotted with sweat and water. It wasn’t his.
“Yes! Yes, I like it, Ambrosios.”
He was suddenly very aware that his cock, for he still had one, was hard and very warm.
His lower body was wet. No, not just wet, underwater. And there was somebody on top of
him.
“Oh! Oh, so close.”
He was looking at a young man’s shoulder, rising up and down. He couldn’t really move,
but he could see the boy’s ear and long, dark hair bobbing with him. He looked down and
saw the boy’s large, hard cock bobbing too.
The boy came. Hot, cum spilled all over Harvey for the second time that day. The boy
gasped and sighed. Then dismounted.
“Did you finish?”
Harvey looked at the boy as he tried to work out what he meant. When he realised he was
talking about the sex, he was so surprised by the question that he answered honestly and
shook his head. The boy was handsome and muscled and couldn’t be much older than
seventeen. He looked Mediterranean and though Harvey could understand him, he wasn’t
speaking English.
“Oh, let me help.”
The boy grinned and took Harvey’s cock into his mouth. Harvey was so astonished that
just sat there. Harvey had not been gay in his previous life but he found this so
invigorating and found the boy so beautiful and the whole situation so curious that he did
not protest.
For the first time, he realised they were in a small, warm pool. There were bubbles; a
jacuzzi. Surrounding them were many more pools and several other men. Some were
giving them funny looks. The boy came up for air, then continued on his cock.
Waves of pleasure caressed him and he leant back. Above him he could see the clouds. It
was a scorching, summer day. That there was no roof suggested every day was warm.
Harvey came, the boy swallowed and surfaced. He looked very proud of himself. Then he
looked concerned.
“Are you alright, Ambrosios?”
Harvey took it that he was Ambrosios.
“People are watching,” he observed. He surprised himself by speaking the same foreign
tongue as the boy.
“Let them watch,” the boy scoffed, “What can they do? They are just jealous I am with you
and not they.”
Harvey looked down at his body. He had expected to be handsome, like the boy, but
instead he say a large, bulging gut covered with thick, dark hair. He was squat and hairy
and couldn’t see his cock. He felt his face where there was a thick, full beard.
"Get me a mirror!" Harvey/Ambrosios yelled.
The boy confusedly led Ambrosios away from the baths, through a door into a sort of
antechamber. There was a mosaic on the floor and it was lit by flaming torches. Ambrosios
realised he was no longer in the 20th Century. It looked more like Ancient Greece.
"Here," said the boy, passing Ambrosios a small, handheld mirror.
"Do you not have a larger one?"
The boy chuckled, "This is the largest I've ever seen."
Ambrosios grumbled and held it to his face.
He was a fat, middle aged Greek man. His head was balding but everywhere else was
covered in thick, dark hair. He wore nothing except the necklace.
"What's your name, boy?" he asked.
The boy was stunned, “It’s me... Kyros. Don’t you remember my name? I have been your
lover for the past two months.”
“Tell me, Kyros. Why are you my lover when you are so beautiful and I am not?”
“I think you beautiful, Ambr-”
“Yes, but why?”
Kyros looked reproachful.
“Because you asked me.”
“And you accepted?”
“One does not refuse the most wealthy and powerful man in Athens.”
Wealthy and powerful? That he could live with. He was even warming to the idea of being
gay so long as he could have men like Kyros. But in the physique department this was a
step backwards. Could he live with it?
He could use the necklace to change it, of course. A slight shake and he could stay there
but be handsome. But then, would anybody still recognise him as Antonio. Would he lose
his wealth and power? Would he lose Kyros.
He could always change lives again and hope for something better. But it could also get
much worse. And Kyros was so beautiful.
It was a tricky decision.