A View from the Bleachers

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I've been sat on the bleachers watching my school's football team train since the start of the school year. My attention was always on the assistant coach though, a twenty-something guy with a cute smile and a killer body. When I finally managed to get my hands on a Perma-Possession Potion I already knew precisely who I was going to use it on.

Peter Devins was a star around the campus and he knew it, but the professors saw one thing and the student body got to see another. Women would fawn over him, practically swooning when he would walk by and they would get a whiff of his cologne.

”It’s from Paris.” He would say, flirting with the desperate freshman and their eyes would flutter as he walked away. I would occasionally find myself staring at his firm ass and would avert my eyes as soon as I had noticed someone catching me. I would then return to my normal duties as a student until I could smell that cologne again.

"Damn I need a drink." Peter said, approaching the cooler with a swagger unlike any other and grabbing a paper cup. If he could, I'm sure he would have poured the whole cooler down his throat. Sweat dripped off of his skin and landed with a minuscule splash on the dirt below. His arm was flexed as he drank the water and I decided to drink my own concoction from the bleachers behind him. I had always ended up there anyways, watching him from afar. The perfect view.

I got this potion at a book store. It also had some other antiques there which I was advised not to touch by the young person behind the counter. I can't remember the name of the store, but the employee insisted I take the liquid and on giving him my payment I was excited to test it out. The register was acting up a little bit, but eventually I was on my way. I followed Peter around a little while, avoiding stares when I could and now I was sitting on the metal seats near the football field.

"Bottoms up." I took the potion like a shot and looked directly at Peter who sat down on the bench. Practice was ending and his other team members disappeared into the locker room. At first, the tingling sensation was only in the back of my throat, but soon it warmed up and spread throughout my body. My eyes locked on to Peter as he sat there and when he started to walk away was when I noticed how light I was. Turning, I saw my body slumped over with eyes wide open. Turning back, I saw Peter about to disappear, not that it would matter since I could now go through things. Air rushed through me as I flew towards him, hovering behind him as he opened the door to the locker room. The other guys were already leaving which left him alone. As he opened his locker I flew right into his back. He fell against the lockers with his shirt off and grunted as I moved around inside of him. I pushed at his skin and scraped along the inside as I adjusted and finally I found the perfect spots. I filled him out nicely as I came to and found myself staring into the small mirror on his locker door.

"Damn, dude." I said, turning my head. I flexed my pecs and patted them to feel their strength. Below, I felt my cock twitch as I watched myself and quickly headed to the showers to see how it felt. The water itself was a completely strange sensation, especially since this body was so new and then when I grabbed my member I almost collapsed from the pleasure that sent tingles up my spine. I fell against the tile wall as I groped and pulled on my new shaft, feeling the pressure build just below my balls. I tensed my whole body, running my hands along his chiseled abs as I blew my load into the shower stream and onto my abdominal muscles, just enough for me to try out. I licked the tip of my finger and smiled. I could tell this was the first time Peter had tried his cum and it definitely would not be the last.