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  “Ready?” Greg smiled.

  “Yes, oh god, yes!”

  Jason ascended to new heights.

  He accepted Greg into him.

  Jason pulled Greg down for a kiss, lifting his hips to meet Greg and take him as deep as possible.

  To be filled.

  Taken.

  He soared.

  Exploded.

  Lost in pleasure, he only noticed Greg’s own climax because deep inside the throbbing cock sent Jason into another round of blissful delight.

  Their cries mixed.

  Until Greg collapsed onto Jason and rolled to the side. He took Jason into his arms, and they kissed.

  Cuddled.

  Held each other.

  Explored until Greg was ready.

  And Greg took Jason again.

  All night long.

  Until they collapsed into each others arms and fell into an exhausted sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Sunlight tickled Jason’s eyelids, he wiped his hand across his eyes, trying to brush the feeling away, but it stayed with him. A groan slipped from his lips.

  He blinked.

  Blinked again.

  But the light stayed bright, almost blinding him until he rolled over, into the arms of a man.

  A man?

  A man!

  Only a heroic effort and a fist jammed in his mouth kept Jason from screaming.

  He was in bed with a man!

  The previous night slowly trickled into his consciousness.

  The wizard.

  The swap.

  Jen.

  Greg.

  Sex.

  So many times.

  Whimpering, Jason extracted himself from Greg’s arms, desperate not to wake the man.

  He had to get out of there.

  What had he been thinking?

  But he knew.

  Desire.

  Lust.

  Pleasure.

  Curiosity.

  They’d combined into an irresistible blend that had sent him spiraling down a road he never wanted.

  Or thought he never wanted.

  The dizzying bliss slipped into his thoughts as he shuddered, fighting an urge to nudge Greg. To let the man fuck him senseless one more time. Or maybe two.

  More.

  No!

  The idiot wizard should have his solution today, so there was no way Jason was going to wait. Not even for incredible sex.

  He just had to get out of Greg’s apartment without waking him.

  Underwear. Where is my underwear? He recalled Greg tossing it off, but for the life of him, he couldn’t find it anywhere. Just the simple skirt and blouse were visible. His sandals had to be by the door, or Jason was in big trouble.

  Walking outside without underwear would be… humiliating in his current state. Without shoes? It would just hurt.

  He slipped the blouse over his shoulders, wincing at the bounce in his boobs. There really was a good reason to wear a bra, maybe especially at his size.

  The skirt he struggled with. It latched the wrong way. Why would clothes makers do that?

  Eventually, he managed to arrange the skirt so at least he wouldn’t get arrested. The underwear just didn't seem to exist anymore. He even glanced in the trashcan, but it was filled with condoms. Which were filled with...

  Jason glanced at Greg. Dang. How much semen did the guy produce?

  The guy in question snorted and half-stretched.

  Jason held his breath, but Greg settled down and didn't wake.

  While part of Jason yearned to stay and see what would happen, the greater part knew better and led the retreat.

  Brown sandals waited by the door. He half-ass slipped his feet into them, went back for his purse. Purse? I carry a bag now, he thought with a sigh. But he couldn’t leave it, or he’d never get home.

  The elevator was empty. Thankfully.

  Until Jason’s luck broke.

  One whole floor down.

  The elevator paused.

  No!

  The doors parted, letting in a 30-something man. A smile teased his lips as he didn’t even bother trying to hide that he was staring at Jason.

  Jason crossed his arms, but half feared that drew attention. Too late.

  Another floor down. A woman got on. Paused. Lifted her nose and sniffed before pointedly turning her back.

  By the time the elevator got to the ground, it was filled with people, some openly staring, some subtly, but Jason felt like every eye was on him.

  His cheeks burned as he ran for the sidewalk. One last trip and he could hide out in Sara’s apartment until the wizard fixed this.

  A convenient hedge would block the view of the lookers, but as he scrambled for cover, it seemed like dozens of eyes burned through the thin material of his skirt.

  And deep inside, his lust awakened.

  “Fuck!” Jason seldom cursed, but sometimes the need overwhelmed even his self-perceived control.

  He glared at Sara’s phone, willing it to open, but the stupid thing insisted on a password. How was he supposed to get a password when he couldn’t call or text Sara to ask for the password?

  Searching through Sara’s purse for a clue revealed nothing. No password. No extra phone he could use to call her.

  Just… nothing.

  A man walked by, nodding it her, but for once he seemed more interested in the puppy, he was walking than in Jason.

  He considered asking for help, but…

  Closing his eyes, he tried to get the shame and humiliation that burned his cheeks to die down. Nothing happened.

  It was the most humiliating morning of his life.

  And it could only get worse.

  In Sara’s wallet, he found a public transportation card.

  Squeezing his eyes tighter, hand gripping the card, he took a deep breath. He just had to get home.

  It was just a bus ride.

  One bus ride.

  Opening his eyes, he found two college-aged guys grinning at him. With a groan, he took off in the direction he hoped the bus stop would be.

  It was three bus rides.

  Three. Long. Bus. Rides.

  With judging stares.

  Lustful stares.

  Scary stares.

  Everyone stared.

  Deep down, he knew no one paid attention. Oh, a few men weren’t going to pass up the chance to leer at a woman as hot as Sara, but most would take a subtle glance and then go back to whatever they were doing.

  But Jason couldn’t break away from the thought that everyone knew what he’d done.

  That he’d fucked a man.

  And that meant they could fuck him.

  Or judge him. Pull their man closer.

  He wanted to cry, but that would just attract more attention, so he stopped at a few stifled sobs.

  When the last bus stop arrived, he all but jumped out of the bus and ran for home.

  He only ran a few steps. It turned out that enormous breasts, without a bra, were just not designed for running.

  Ouch.

  The fob beeped green; this time Jason let the full sob out, a surge of joy ran up his chest, as for the first time since leaving Greg, he felt in control.

  Well, maybe the first time since the body swap.

  Stupid wizard.

  The door opened silently. Jason slipped in, closed it behind him with a sigh.

  Safe.

  Secure.

  He could stay concealed until the wizard reversed the nightmare.

  No one would find him.

  “Hey, babe! Must have been one hell of a night.”

  Well.

  Crap.

  Chapter Eight

  Jason opened an eye hoping that the voice had been a hallucination. At this point, he was hoping the whole thing was either a vivid dream or a mental breakdown. Either was better than the reality that he was walking around as the nearly ideal wet dream for heterosexual men.

  Unfortunately for Jason, a man stood gri
nning at him.

  Naked.

  Just beyond 20 years old, the man had a muscular build, more pronounced than Greg, but also not as broad. Jason wouldn’t have known which of the two to bet on in an arm-wrestling contest.

  Wrestling.

  Greg and New Guy.

  Lust pounded in Jason’s mid-section. Swarmed his body.

  The man’s eyebrow crooked. “You okay, Sara?” The grin turned into a look of concern as the man approached Jason.

  “Fine!” Jason squeaked. His eyes flickering from the man’s eyes to his erect penis.

  Was everyone running around with giant penises?

  “If you’re sure?”

  Jason nodded. Don’t come closer. Don’t come closer. He wasn’t sure he could control himself. How could he still want sex? Greg had fucked him silly and the body—had to be the body—wanted more?

  The man gave Jason a half-smile, “Alright then. I’ll put the coffee on and meet you in the bedroom. I can’t wait to hear this story!”

  Jason undressed, tossing her clothes in a corner since she had no idea where Sara kept her dirty clothing. Inside, he fumed and fought a battle against himself.

  This was supposed to be his refuge. His place away from people. Who was the naked man?

  The image of the man brushing back his sandy tresses, the way his lips grinned at Jason. The casual lust in his eyes.

  He lived here.

  Sara’s live-in boyfriend.

  She had a boyfriend!

  How many men was she fucking while she was fucking me?

  A clank from the other room reminded him he wasn’t alone nor was he ready to face the man whose name he didn’t even know, but apparently lived with.

  Tossing his purse on the bed, he scurried into the bathroom, turned the water to steaming and slipped into the stream.

  Jason put his hand on the wall of the shower and leaned forward, letting the burning water wash over his skin.

  The tension slowly dissipated.

  Jason relaxed.

  Until the voice whispered, “How good was he?” into Jason’s ear.

  Jason squeaked, but strong arms wrapped around him, lifting his heavy breasts and caressing the soapy skin.

  An unintentional moan slipped from Jason’s lips. It felt so good.

  No! What was he thinking? He had to end this before it went too far…

  But something hard pressed against his ass, slid down.

  Too far…

  The man bent Jason forward until the tip of his cock pressed against Jason’s entrance.

  The part he wasn’t supposed to have.

  He could stop it.

  Say no.

  “Yes,” he whispered.

  I am such a slut.

  The cock, longer, but maybe not as round as Greg’s slid into Jason an answering moan coming from both people.

  Greg’s lovemaking had been gentle.

  Almost loving.

  This live-in boyfriend, who maybe should have been the loving one, was brutally efficient instead.

  He knew the buttons of Sara’s body, which worked even under Jason’s control.

  Jason had been hornier than he thought, or the stranger was amazing, because the orgasm that hit mere minutes after he’d entered the shower, almost dropped Jason to his knees. He cried out, pushing back against his new lover.

  A sign that sent the man over the edge and with a cry, he surged into Jason. Warmth spilled into him, bringing another orgasm to Jason.

  Wow. I could get used to this.

  No! Don’t get used to it!

  After catching his breath, the man reached around and turned off the shower, brushing Jason’s pussy with exploring fingers that sent Jason’s eyes rolling into the back of his head in exquisite joy.

  “Your little outings always leave me so fucking horny,” the man said.

  Jason had no idea what to say back, but it didn’t matter as he was picked up, tossed over the dude’s shoulder and carried to the bedroom.

  Still wet, both from the shower and arousal, Jason was bent over the side of the bed, and before he could urge the man on, he was inside Jason.

  Jason threw back his head and cried out. “Yes!”

  Their bodies slapped together, the sounds amplified by the wetness and the sounds expanded the lust until Jason exploded into another round of heart-stopping climaxes. Soaring up and down. Riding the wave of pleasure until he couldn’t take it.

  The man roared and came in Jason spurting and pulsating in a manner that caused Jason’s own pleasure to surge again. And again.

  Twice. Twice Jason had been fucked by a guy he didn’t know but lived with.

  What a ride.

  That wasn’t over.

  An easy push and Jason found himself on the bed, flipped around and looking into the grinning face of his… roommate? Friend? Lover? Husband? Jason found he didn’t know anything about Sara.

  “Now. Tell me all about it.”

  Tell him what?

  Oh. He wanted to know… really?

  Jason licked his lips. He should put an end to this.

  “What do you want to know?” he asked in a husky voice.

  Or not.

  “Everything, woman!”

  A smile played across Jason’s lips. “He was tall.”

  “Mm-hmm.” The man slipped into bed next to Jason, rolling onto his back, his cock still or already at full erection. Just how much could this guy fuck?

  “Busy beard.”

  The man opened an eye and stared at Jason. “I thought you didn’t like beards?”

  Oops. Jason shrugged. “Sometimes, things happen.”

  His lover laughed. “True, true. Now more. Details!”

  Lying on his back, next to the man whose name he still didn’t know and didn’t know how to figure out, Jason closed his eyes and thought.

  “Broad-shouldered, muscular, but more like a working muscle than a working out muscular build, if you know what I mean?”

  The bed shuddered. “I do,” the man said softly.

  “Oh, you should have seen his penis,” Jason teased.

  “You should have called me.”

  “My phone is broken.”

  “Uh-huh, continue on wench.”

  Wench? Jason opened his mouth to object but shrugged. Whatever. “Long, maybe not as long as yours, but thick, so thick,” Jason almost moaned.

  He did when fingers danced across his outer lips.

  Panting, Jason continued. “I thought he would take me when we got to his apartment.”

  “He didn’t? I can never resist.”

  “Well,” said Jason. “This man resisted. He carried me to the bedroom like a bride. Laid me on the bed and made love to my body.”

  Fingers tormented Jason, sliding along slick lips, but never entering, never seeking the nub Jason wanted to be touched, caressed.

  Pleasured.

  “With his mouth?”

  His mouth? Oh. Well… “No. Fingers, and then his cock.”

  “Ah, not a pussy lover, too bad.”

  Jason groaned, a finger slipped between his lips, twisting upward. “Maybe not, but he might be a cock lover.”

  It was his lover’s turn to groan. “Don’t tell me that when you didn’t even invite me along!”

  A giggle turned into a deep sigh, which escalated into a cry when the man finally sought out Jason’s clit. “His date was a man.”

  “A threesome? You didn’t tell me that!”

  Faster the finger circled.

  Building.

  Harder to think.

  To remember.

  “Bad date. I was the rebound.”

  “Nice rebound.”

  Jason arched his hips and screamed. How many times had he climaxed in less than a day? Being a woman had advantages.

  His lover eased him back down until Jason only simmered, then pulled him onto his lap where Jason hesitated. It was one thing to be fucked, another entirely to be the one on top. How was he supposed to
manage this?

  Maybe it came naturally?

  It’s not like he hadn’t had women on him. It couldn’t be that hard…

  The man’s long cock saved Jason some work as he squirmed to get it inside. Their groans mingling into one as Jason finally slipped his lover’s cock inside him.

  In porn, it seemed like the woman road a man like she might lick a popsicle. But in real life, that didn’t happen as often. Oh, some of his lovers had, but he’d always suspected they did it to please him.

  Not that he minded when a woman tried to please him.

  As a woman, and one getting used to the different pleasures available to him, he took the cock deep into him until it hurt. Jason moved forward, backward, sliding his pussy against his lover’s groin. He slipped his hand down between them, rubbing his clit.

  So turned on, he went fast.

  Burned with desire.

  Ached with need.

  An ache that seemed entirely filled by the cock inside him.

  “How many times?” his lover asked.

  “I don’t know. The trash was filled with condoms when I woke.”

  His lover groaned and pulsated, grabbed Jason for a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled.

  Jason fell over the edge, joining their pleasure. Riding until he just couldn’t take anymore and collapsing in a heap on top of his still nameless lover.

  Deep breaths came from beside Jason. The man, Mark he’d found out when he’d glanced at the man’s phone, sleeping.

  Jason played with his breasts, sliding a hand down to between his legs. He wasn’t turned on. The flood of need had finally stopped.

  It still felt good to tease himself.

  A cold feeling trickled down his thigh, he ran his finger across it and brought it up where he could see.

  And his breath caught.

  Semen.

  The shower.

  The bed.

  The bed again.

  How many times?

  They’d never used condoms.

  Jason swallowed.

  No.

  It didn’t matter. Sara was on birth control. She’d told him so.

  More importantly, they’d have their own bodies back soon. She could deal with the consequences.

  The thought amused him that she might run into Greg and not have a clue he was a lover. Just like Jason had run into Mark.