Uncle Larry

I loved Uncle Larry. When my mom left, my dad was always working, and Uncle Larry would always watch me. He taught me how to shave, talk to girls, and even tutored me.

My room is next to Uncle Larry’s, and every night, he would bring a different girl home and plow them. The girl would moan so loud, I couldn’t sleep. If I got lucky, I could hear Larry’s sexual moans and grunting. Despite Uncle Larry’s help with talking to girls, I was actually gay. 

I found Uncle Larry hot. When the girl left in the middle of the night, Uncle Larry would knock out right after showering. The thing is that he was a heavy sleeper, so this was so easy to do.

I went to his room, and saw his naked body stretched on the bed. I massaged the mysterious oil, from a close friend of mine, all over Larry’s muscular body. And then I stripped off my clothes, laid on top of him, and wrapped my arms around him.

“Besides physically forcing yourself onto the person, you have to desperately desire it,” I remembered my friend telling me about the mysterious oil.

I wrapped him tightly with all the strength I had in my scrawny body. I wanted to become Uncle Larry. I needed to be Uncle Larry. And then…. everything went dark.

When I woke up, I felt so different. My body felt heavier, and my mind was adjusting itself to everything. I looked at my body, and realized that I had muscles. I quickly ran to the bathroom mirror, and saw Larry’s reflection. Fuuuck, it worked!

I pulled down my shorts and rubbed one out with Uncle Larry’s thick cock. I released a fresh load and felt fully adjusted to the Larry’s muscles.

The next few days were hectic for my dad. I told my dad that “his son” (me) ran away. But I told him that he’ll keep us updated. I’ve been writing notes and sending it to our house so that my dad didn’t go crazy. My plan was so far working.

After another hard workout at the gym, I checked my phone. 20 different messages on Grindr. Hmmm…. not enough. I pulled down my shorts and snapped a picture of my body. Once I updated my profile pic, 20 became 100 photos in the next ten minutes.

If I’m going to be in Uncle Larry’s body, I got to keep his stamina up and his cock satisfied. Instead of plowing different girls every night, I was going to be plowing a different twink’s ass every night. Thanks for the bod, Uncle Larry, you’re the best!