Timothy loved his new job as a security officer at the airport. In what other career could a young gay guy choose any man he fancied and see him naked?
Three guys entered the queue to get past the gate. They were all hot, probably fraternity boys. The one with green eyes was giving him an especially cheeky smile. Timothy got ready.
They approached he waved Peter with the wand and then hit the button that caused it to beep.
"Excuse me sir, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me." Timothy grinned. The female security guard next to him rolled her eyes. She used this ploy a lot less than he did. They led Peter to an empty room. "Would you please remove your clothes."
"Do I have to?" whined Peter. Timothy gave him the dude-don't-mess-with-me look. Peter stripped off his shirt to reveal his rock hard abs, Timothy put on his latex gloves. Peter wiggled out of his pants, and stood there in his underwear. His bulge was twitching. Timothy grinned.
"Remove those as well." Peter pulled it down partway revealing the base of his thick penis. Oddly enough, his pubes were blond and spiked just like his hair... "All the way." Peter complied, dropping his briefs to the ground. His penis length was about average, but it looked muscular and built like the rest of his body. It also seemed to have a quality of being alive. More so than any other penis Timothy had ever seen, and in the last few weeks he'd seen a lot.
Timothy snapped his gloves and grabbed it. A flash exploded in his consciousness like a cry for help.
"Your cock is alive!" Timothy took this in and then felt strangely turned on.
Peter grinned. "Yup"
"You'll need an extra passenger ticket then. Would you please bend over?" Peter presented his ass, his balls and penis dangling beneath. Timothy stuck a few fingers in. Ah.
Peter interrupted. "I really need to be on my way." Timothy felt himself rush towards Peter's ass. Then... he was Peter's ass. He was beautiful, muscular, solid, all the things he'd always wanted to be. Cloth obscured his view as Peter pulled his soft breifs back on and then buckled up his stiff jeans. Timothy tingled from the textures. Finally Peter ran his hand up and down his new bubble butt. It was mutual they both looked great.
Peter returned to his friends. "How'd it go?" asked Ty.
"He let me go," replied Peter. They continued on to the plane.