Transference Part 2
After the shock of meeting Max, in his body, young Scott attempts to focus on his task. All he has to do is stay in the apartment for the next twenty four hours, wait for this to resolve itself, return to his body and get on with his life.
Naturally, a horny eighteen year old with an experienced man’s larger cock swinging between his legs is going to find it hard to occupy his hands with just a TV controller.
Excerpt from Transference Part 2
There was a bizarre thrill to it, a sense of awe, handling another cock like this, feeling the pleasure as though it was his own, while it was all so totally different.
He touched the fat head again, feeling the pleasure washing through him while his finger and thumb smeared the slick juices around the shape. It was such a strange sensation, and it felt entirely new. Through his own career of masturbation he’d become so used to the sensations he felt while playing with his own penis, but now those sensations were new again. Every touch that he thought he understood was fresh, like he’d been reset.
Scott placed the toy back down and took one of the black silicone rings, inspecting it for a moment, stretching it out. He’d heard about them but never used one. He’d read an article online about some men using them for pleasure rather than to maintain an erection.
He slid it over his new cock, struggling to fit the large balls through it before it snapped back to slap against the fleshy spot behind the round orbs in their sack. In seconds the cock swelled even more, his testicles raised and brought forward like two fat fleshy pillows in a pink sack. He caressed them, feeling their swollen shape beneath the engorged length now bulging with veins, a prominent one snaking along the top of the shaft.
Squirting a little of the lube from the pump bottle into the open lips of the toy he slipped a finger inside, feeling the cold squishy material while he probed it. He’d never had sex before, but he had fingered his girlfriend behind the movie theater. It wasn’t the same, but there was a strange similarity as he closed his eyes and allowed his slippery digit to glide over the mounds and into the snug little opening.
He took aim at the hole with the determined cock reaching out more than eight inches from his groin, the bulbous tip now taut and angry, wet with lube and precum as he eased the shape into the parting rubbery flesh and enjoyed the first rush of pleasure.
The coolness enveloped him as he slipped in some more, another inch following the helmet, then another. He could feel ribs and nubs within the tunnel tickling his tip and shaft as he sank in some more, easing out a little to enjoy them flicking against the back of his swollen end before pushing through again down toward the bottom.
