Brock was looking in through the open window of a house. I stood on the street, trying hard to look inconspicuous, but I was finding it rather difficult since I looked like I didn't belong here and to everyone else it seemed like I was talking to myself.
"He's taking a shower." Brock floated up next to me and circled the bus stop sign, leaning against the metal pole and crossing his arms.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" I noticed a woman across the street outside of her home glaring at me. I was, after all, talking to a stop sign.
"Just go in through the back, he keeps it unlocked. He knows who I am so it shouldn't be a big deal. He also knows who I am when I actually had a body. He used to be my roommate in college. He helped me through a lot of shit and when I died he wanted me around even more. Probably because he was the first guy I possessed and he loved the shit out of it." Brock waved at the woman who was now escaping to the comfort of her own home even though she couldn't see him.
"Fine."I rolled my eyes, but to be real honest I was excited by this whole thing. I was really pushing myself outside of my comfort zone even if that meant breaking and entering.
I jumped over the fence and landed in the dirt, shaking my head as the dust settled around me. I pushed myself up and looked down at the light brown residue that had appeared on my clothes upon impact and brushed it off, clapping my hands together and watching the cloud spurt out. The back door really was unlocked and I slid it open with ease, making sure not to make too much noise. It had occurred to me that this guy might have a gun and even though the panic started to rise I still pushed myself in. Brock was right behind me, watching me as I sneakily slid around his home. I could hear the shower in his bedroom turn off and then a few minutes passed before he appeared in a tight pair of blue underwear.
"What the fuck?" He said, reaching for a weapon. Brock flew in front of him and appeared just before his fingers had wrapped around a bat. The muscles which had tensed upon seeing me were now relaxing when he realized what was happening.
"Hello, old friend." Brock said with a smile.
"Long time no see, Brock. Who's this?" The man put his hands on his side and looked in my direction.
"This is Daniel." Brock said with a smile and he whispered something in his ear.
"Oh. I see. Well, I'm Vince." He held out his hand toward me and I shook it as he looked me over, "I think you'll like me. I've been keeping myself fit for this day." He flexed his arms and winked at me, which was super hot.
"I - um - " I was mumbling and stopped when Brock flew next to me.
"Well, I'm ready when you are, Brock. Jump right in. You know how I like it." Vince sat down next to the open window and leaned back against the wall. He pulled open his underwear with a smirk and Brock quickly flew inside, wrapping himself around the Vince's cock before slipping inside. Vince moaned and writhed on the chair, grabbing the ends as the pleasure made him convulse. The last of Brock's tail flew inside and Vince arched his back as his muscles bulged and tensed before he rolled his head with Brock now in control.
"Oh it feels good to be back." He stood up and flexed his body, giving it a good stretch as though he had put on some old clothes that still fit.
"Damn." I had resisted the urge to grab my bulge, but I had already inserted my hand into my pants, grabbing my hard cock as Vince was being taken over.
Vince's body walked up to me with a swagger that he hadn't had before. His cockiness was still there, but I think that was just Brock enjoying how his body felt from the inside. With a puff of the chest, he flexed and taunted me with his body until I lustfully attacked his muscled body with my lips. He stood there with his hands on his head as I pulled down his underwear and began sucking him off. He grunted and grabbed my head and started thrusting himself inside of my mouth so far back I could feel his thick cock against the back of my throat. Eventually, he pulled me up and I bent him over the window so that he was looking out, his ass exposed and ready to be fucked.
"Oh fuck, yeah, he feels good." I said as I pushed my throbbing hard on inside of him, pre-cum leaking out of me. Brock moaned with his borrowed voice and held on tightly to the open window as I rammed him against it. The pressure was building and I leaned over him, my chest against his back as I continued bucking my hips inside of him, ready to explode.
"Oh fuck, cum inside of him." Brock said.
"Fucck.....fuck. Ugghhhhhh!" I yelled, forcefully shoving myself into him until I could hear him chuckle as he was coming down. The wall in front of Vince and I was now covered in cum that had exploded from his body and as I reveled in the euphoria I looked out the window to see a man mowing his lawn. Luckily, the sound of his mower drowned out the loud screaming coming from the two of us.
Brock smiled, and then went into the bedroom to clean up. I peaked in through the door and saw Vince convulsing as Brock left his body, say goodbye to his sleeping husk and returning to the living room to decide where we were going to go.
"Where to?" He asked with a smirk.
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