The house already had plenty of cars parked out front, each one belonging to a someone looking for a good deal. The sign on the front door pointed to the garage and I ran into someone as I pushed the door open, the smell of sweat filling my nose. He was young man of about twenty something with thick arms and a broad back but other than that I couldn’t tell because of a box that was hiding his face.
“Welcome!” Someone with a southern accent greeted me and closed a lock box. The corner of a five dollar bill was showing but I didn’t need the paper money to tell me what was inside. I nodded as she greeted the people behind me and I continued on through the house. The person living here before had ramps installed in every room to get to the various levels of the home since he was in a wheelchair. Those were some of the first things that I saw sitting in the corner when I walked in through the garage. The hallway after went in two directions: the living room or the kitchen. I chose to explore the living room first since the shelves there were lined with various items. Glassware sat in rows on shelves and board games were stacked up on others. I shuffled through a box of records but none of them were of my taste or I already had them sitting at home in their own box. I saw the guy I had seen earlier walk by behind me in the reflection of the window. The curtains were also for sale and the tag pinned to them said two dollars. I turned to see the guy and watched him walk away from me. His ass was tight and he tightened them as he pulled up his shorts. I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled a granola bar out of a cupboard, ripping it open and biting down on it. He munched away and answered questions as people asked what price things were. It was pretty obvious that most things were one or two dollars and if they weren’t then they had a price tag or sticker on them. The kid was handsome and the longer I watched him the longer I wanted him.
Now, I know that he wasn’t for sale at this home but that was not going to stop me. If he was related to the people who were hosting this estate sale then he was definitely coming in to money some time soon and probably from the person who died here. I inconspicuously followed him around and finally he walked into a bedroom. The pink sign on the door read “Do Not Enter” but that didn’t stop me from giving it a push. The guy which had just been helping carry boxes out to cars had taken off his pants and was getting ready to change. I quickly closed the door and as he turned to see who was trespassing I shoved my hand through his head. This gave me just enough control until I wanted to jump inside of him and with my hand literally in his mind I sat him down on the leather piece of furniture. Taking my hand out, he was left with a blank look and this was the perfect time. I lifted up his top, sliding my hands along his tight stomach and then I grabbed his crotch. It was already getting stiff and I wasn’t controlling him yet. Lifting all those heavy boxes and moving things around the house had really gotten him to work up a sweat and I lifted his arm, letting the wonderful aroma fill my nose. Removing my clothes, I could already feel the shift happening. My body turned into a black smoke and I rushed into his crotch, my form seeping underneath the cloth and then forcing its way into his dick. I could feel his pulsating cock as I pumped inside of him. He writhed and moaned as pleasure and pain mixed. His body accepted me happily and as I filled him up his sense slowly became mine. Immediately after gaining his eye sight, which is the last one to normally come in, I reached inside of his underwear, feeling his cock with his own hands. It was fully stiff now, the possession helping it harden. Starting with long even strokes, I started pumping his meat, moaning as I felt the pleasure make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Gradually, I sped up, reaching down to fondle myself and massage just beneath my sack to stimulate myself even more. I would pump faster, moving my hand quickly along the shaft and then stop to edge, every time getting closer and closer. I arched my back, feeling the leather below my bare ass and as I touched my sack I felt it explode, my new juices pouring out of me in spurts, white drops scattering on my stomach and legs.
Someone tried coming in and that quickly made me pull myself together. I let the cum sink into his shirt and then I flexed his arms in the mirror leaning against the wall. This room had all of the things that the host didn’t want to sell because he was probably going to keep them. Most of the items were valuable decorations like chandeliers and paintings and the bed was just in here by coincidence. Once I buttoned up and grabbed a set of keys from my old outfit, I walked outside. I was asked the prices of various items as I tried to escape and as I was leaving through the garage the woman who greeted me grabbed my arm.
“Evan, will you help this man take out this box?” The sweet southern accent was still there.
“Yeah.” I said, lifting up the box of valuables and noticing the hint of accent in my own voice. I followed the older gentleman to his car and carefully placed the box in the back seat.
“You are one fit fellow.” He said, patting me on the back in thanks. I watched him drive away and then walked towards the car that I had come in. With my hands on the steering wheel I could still smell his musky scent emanating from his under arms. The engine started and I saw the lady from the garage run outside to see where I was going but it was too late. I had already sped off down the street to enjoy my new life as Evan Trimble.
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