The hotel room was lined with full length mirrors. His date had chosen this hotel specifically as she wanted to admire his body from every angle
as he fucked her.
Timmy loved the mirrors too. Throughout the afternoon, he would preen at his godly physique - flexing and licking his muscles while he
absentmindedly gave his lover the best sex in her life. Now heading into late evening, he was riveted on his shredded gluts as they pistoned his
cock in and out of his lover’s throat. He could see her right cheek bulging obscenely from the immense girth of his cock. The grotesque sight
just turned him on even more. He gave a sexy snarl as his cock grew larger and firmer.
His lover gagged in response. Concerned, he abandoned the mirrors and looked down to her face.
Her eyes were streaming with tears but her head bobbed over his cock with ravenous glee. Below her head, he could see her large fake tits
covered in dried cum. She kept staring at him with her large blue eyes, marveling at his sudden look of boyish concern.
He couldn’t resist giving her a cheeky smile, his face returning to that of a confidant sex god. She slowly moaned, sending heavenly vibrations
down his shaft.
With her free left hand, she began massaging the skin over his magnificent abdomen. Her eyes entranced as she glided his tanned thin over his
solid six pack. He could feel her hand exploring each muscle fiber as she sensuously circled his navel.
Then Timmy looked at his watch. Fuck! He was no where near finished, but he had to end this soon.
He grasped the back of her head with a firm meaty hand and increased the rhythm of his violent pounding, his swollen balls slapping hard
against her chin. After half a minute of this, he unleashed a primal roar as he released a torrent of cum down her throat.
He unsheathed his manhood from her throat allowing her to splutter and gasp for air. Timmy lay on the bed hands behind his head, taking in
his feeling of euphoria.
He looked at her beautiful face, fresh cum glistening from her face and dripping onto her tits. He remembered when he first saw that very face
and tits when he first woke up as a teenage jock, his cock stiff from looking at the fucking hot TV presenter. How things have changed. Back
then he was a naive boy who had no idea what was happening to his body, now he was a fucking stud.
A week had passed by since that first morning. Timmy had kept up his nightly vigil over his brother, redirecting his brother’s muscle gains to
him. Over time Jamie’s fluids had changed Timmy into the perfect man. He could no longer pass himself off as a teenage jock. He was now 6'
4'' with the face of a rugged 28 year old movie star, the body of thick fitness model and a 9.5" cock. He was living every boy's fantasy.
Jamie had been alarmed at the continuing changes but there was very little he could do. Timmy eventually just did what he wanted, which was
mostly strolling the streets of the city picking up women and fucking them senseless. Jamie had protested but Timmy found that glowering at
Jamie and menacingly pushing him up against the wall was enough to force his little brother to back off.
He had spotted the presenter in his hunt earlier today. She was walking around the streets with a cameraman interviewing people for some
show. His cock stiffened when he saw her. He approached her and shyly allowed her to ask some questions to him for the camera. He had no
idea what she was asking, something about taxes and the economy - concepts that where still a mystery to him. He just gave a shy shrug and
acted as if he wasn’t really interested - a technique he learned when he hanged around with the cool jocks back at high school. When she was
finished he questions, he whispered a simple “do you want to fuck me?” to her ears and he suddenly had a new and smoking hot chick to fuck
for the day.
He flexed his abdomen, forcing his torso to rise from his rest and shook himself out of his reverie. She had been a great fuck but he really
needed to return home quickly…