Rock, Paper, Scissors

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"I want him." David said, floating in the living room of his old apartment. He pointed at the more muscular one of the two men, even though they were both amazing specimens.

"Me either." Chance looked down at the two men who were living in their once shared living space and admired their physiques.

"Here, let's play rock, paper, scissor. One round. End-all"

"Alright. Here we go."

"Rock."

"Paper."

"Dude, what the fuck?" Chance chuckled as he watched David's ghost dart towards the hunk they had been arguing over. The guy was in the kitchen putting away some clean dishes when David slipped inside of his ass. Bent over the dishwasher, he quickly stood erect and reached for his ass, feeling the ectoplasmic form of the ghost invading. He moaned as David wiggled more and more into his taut behind and his tail flicked around as he slurped the last of himself inside. The guy moaned, his eyes rolling backwards as the new host started to take control. When his pupils were visible again, he shook out his arms and pointed over at the roommate sitting on the sofa.

"Here I go." Chance pretended to stretch and then reached down, pulled back the elastic of the shorts the guy was wearing and shoved himself into his cock. The hunk rolled around on the sofa, trying to push Chance out, but the ghost knew how to get them. He pulled from the inside which caused him to lurch further in sending Chance into convulsions of pleasure. His back arched and his eyes rolled as Chance took over, the last of his ghostly body slipping right into its new home.

They both looked at each other seductively and then darted towards each other, removing whatever clothes they had on and admiring their new forms. Chance raised his eyebrows and looked down at the hard cock of his lover now inhabiting the jock. He slowly lifted his gaze and smirked, turning slowly and bending over the sofa. He moved his tight ass from side to side and looked back, raising his eyebrows as an invitation.

Chance let out a whimper as he felt David's tongue dart in and out and circle his rim. David chuckled as he kissed up his back and massaged his own cock, preparing for entry. Slowly, David leaned in, letting his tip put pressure his hole until he felt a slight pop as the head inserted itself. Chance moaned as the rest of his shaft slid in afterwards and he was screaming when David started to thrust, putting pressure on his prostate and sending him over the edge almost immediately. He held on, almost ripping the cushions on the sofa as David fucked his new body.

They switched positions and made themselves as comfortable as they could on the sofa, before David grinned.

"Wanna switch?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah." Chance moved his ass around and then they both started to convulse as they were fucking, the ghosts sliding out of their throats and into the space in front of them. Before they both completely left their bodies, they had reached over and were sliding down at the same time, their ghost form flipping around before they were settled in the bodies opposite of what they had originally chosen. David let out a scream of pleasure as he felt his new hole filled with the cock he had previously been in control of and Chance almost lost it, thrusting so hard the sofa started to scrape along the floor.

"Fuck his hole feels so good." David said, arching his back as he felt Chance's new cock pulsate. He arched over him and pulled his head forward, making out with him as his ass tightened and his host's cum filled up his partner. David spewed all over his abs and smiled as they parted.

"We should do that again." David said, using his fingers to play with the puddles of jizz.

"How about right now." Chance stepped back and David admired his physique, nodding at the rock hard cock throbbing in front of him and ready to go again.

"Give me a second, I think I'm enjoying this body's euphoria too much." David gave his muscles a flex and then grinned.

"I definitely want him back, though." Chance said with a grin, deciding that the body he had was the perfect fit.

"Fine, but only if you beat me." David sat up on the sofa.

"Okay. But no cheating this time."

"Fine."

"Rock."

"Paper."

"Scissors."