Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2019 09:30:25 -0600 From: christopher davies Subject: Any Body I Want This is obviously a work of fiction. None of this happened, nor could it. If fictional narratives of gay sex with underage boys is offensive or illegal for you, do not continue. My name is Seth. I'm a 52 year old biochemist working for a well known pharmaceutical company. I stay in good shape, but when I look in the mirror I lament my long escaped youth. I especially miss puberty. That magical time when one's body is smooth and boyish yet beginning to develop. I lust after that narrow ass, smooth chest, hairless balls, and that thin mustache of light pubes just above the cock. And oh that cock! I think some guys like boy feet because they're an indicator of the incongruous growth of adolescence. A 5' tall 90 pound boy can have feet, hands, and cock the size of a man's. A 6" cock on a 90 pound body is the sexiest thing imaginable! And the sound of a boy's voice when it's weeks away from deepening is erotic music to my ears. All of this is to say that I am bisexual, but my dirtiest kink is pubescent boys aged 11 to 14. What science would call "Tanner Stages 2 to 4." I've tried to quench that lust with a few risky encounters. In college I took some babysitting gigs. For the cash and the opportunities. On one such occasion I was watching a rather average 11 year old boy. Not super hot, but I wasn't picky. I gave him a double dose of NyQuil before bedtime and he passed out on top of the covers. I slipped back into his room after an hour and caressed the bulging boner under his blue Hanes briefs. I slipped them down under his small, smooth sack to expose 3 inches of hairless boycock. I sucked his little dick for maybe 5 minutes before he convulsed and moaned in his drugged out stupor. It was a dry orgasm, so I didn't get the cum I craved. The second time, I was riding West of El Centro, CA on my way to San Diego. I saw what was obviously a border crosser walking along the side of the road. He tried to hide when I slowed down. In my terrible Spanish, I yelled for him to come out and I would give him water. When he approached, I saw that he was about 13 and underweight. He had that Mexican boy attempt at a mustache, but was otherwise pretty cute. His hair was shaved short and he was only about 4' 10". The bulge in his worn-out jeans intrigued me. I told him I would take him to the next town if he would spend the night with me in a motel. He smirked and hopped onto the back of my Triumph Bonneville. As we headed down the highway he held on with his right hand clutching my hardening cock through my pants. He knew what was expected. At the motel, I checked in while he ate at the Waffle House next door. I entered my room, took a shower, and waited. He let himself in ten minutes later and I pointed to the shower. He cleaned up, dried off, and laid on the bed stroking his 5 inches of light brown teen meat. He had a descent size patch of pubes and big balls. No hair on his inner thighs at least. Without any lead up, I walked over, grabbed his scrotum hard and started sucking him off. He put his hands behind his head while I sucked all the cum from his balls. I held his jizz in my mouth while lifting his legs onto my shoulders. I put my lips to his brown pucker hole and spit his spunk into his own ass crack. With his teen boy hole thus lubed, I began to fuck his brains out. He was starting to curse in Spanish when I finally busted my nut in his bowels. I kept pushing him up the bed with my balls until I finished cumming. We each had a few beers and went to our separate beds. I woke around 3:00 am and left him there. I had paid cash for the room and used a fake ID so I just hopped on the bike and continued home to Houston. I was probably 24 then and realized I wanted to experience sex not just with a teenage boy, but AS a teenage boy. That obsession is what inspired me to study biochemistry. "How" you may ask? I spent the last 19 years trying to regain that youthful sexuality. And I've finally succeeded... In short, my breakthrough allows me to take on the form of anybody I touch. Through skin contact alone DNA is transferred from the subject to the host where the information is held in the spinal fluid. After that simply thinking about becoming any one of the subjects begins a chain reaction that alters any cell to restructure based on that genetic sequence. The beautiful part is that cognitive function remains untouched. The host retains all of his own memories, personality, and thought processes. I trialed the drug on myself and used the only host I could trust; my lab assistant Trevor. I rubbed my palm against his and then tried to imagine being him. It worked after several hours of intense concentration. After meditating for three hours, I felt my whole body begin to warm and then tingle. The feeling was as if my foot had fallen asleep but over my entire being. I also felt my clothes become painfully tight. I had foolishly disregarded that Trevor was 80-100 pounds heavier than me. I went to the mirror by the hand wash sink and saw his fat, 36 year old face staring back at me. Gross, but successful! I wasted no time trying the next experiment. I wanted to locate the sexiest young boy I could find and get his DNA into my nervous system. Luckily our company supports several community programs in the Houston area. I had been volunteering for years as a judge for a company sponsored swimming and diving team. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I would be judging the under 14 youth diving competition in Pasadena. The whole drive home I was adjusting the uncomfortable hardon in my slacks. Tomorrow would be the culmination of my years of desperate research. That July Saturday I arrived at the aquatic center full of anticipation and nervous energy. Brian, the swim coach greeted me and shook my hand. I consciously tried not to imagine being him. A sudden public shape shift would be catastrophic. Brian was 24, an Olympic platform diver, and currently shirtless. I felt my body begin to tingle and my shirt begin to feel looser in the belly. Oh shit! I quickly shifted my thoughts to the grocery items I needed to pick up on the way home. As the shape shift stalled and reverted I scanned Brian's face for signs of alarm. He hadn't noticed a thing! Crisis averted! As the morning dragged on, I watched 17 boys perform various dives in the hot Texas sun. I think my scorecards indicated how sexy each teen was rather than how well they performed. One boy, a 13 year old named Caleb, inspired me to raise a 10.0 on my card. The other judges held 7's and 8's which elicited scowls from them as his form was far from perfect. But Caleb's smooth six pack abs, alabaster skin, and full Speedo pouch were. As Caleb walked past our table, I took my chance. I nodded at him and held out my fist. "Please take the bait, please take the bait." I thought. Caleb strolled confidently by in his gray speedo, gave a crooked grin, .... and bumped my fist. I felt my body tingle and almost changed from a middle aged man to an adolescent Adonis in front of 170 spectators. I remembered that I need to change the cam belts on my Ducati MH900e and that I'm hosting my nephew's bachelor party at my cottage in Galveston. Anything to not blow my cover. After a reasonable span of time and three more dives, I excused myself to the restroom. I used the one in the locker room and entered a stall. Barely closing the door behind me I felt my whole body break out in pins and needles. I saw the stall become taller as I shrank from 6'1" to 5'3". I felt my shoulders narrow and my pants begin to slide down as my waist narrowed from 33" to a youthful 24". And then I felt my middle aged cock and testicles become...heavier? The tinegling subsided as my transformation completed. I first noticed that I was filled with energy. I felt the urge to run and climb and play with my penis. Then I looked down. Below my gaze was a flat hairless torso much paler than before. And below that...a pale pinkish, raging hard boy cock at least 8 inches long! Apparently Caleb was hung like a horse! Above that 13 year old sex pole and below a well toned "V" of lower abdominal muscle was a 1" thick strip of light brown pubic hair. Those two nuts, the size of ripe Greek olives, were held in a low hanging scrotum the ruddy hue of a summer sunset. I began feeling myself up; groping every inch of my newly acquired physical form. I stroked that man/boy dick like It was the last act of my earthly existence. I reached around and slide my long tendril fingers up and down smooth ass crack and fingered my tight hairless boy asshole. I composed myself long enough to realize I needed to violate this thirteen year old sex animal in private. I reluctantly transformed back into 52 year old Seth and put my clothes back on. On my way out, I saw a locker labeled "Caleb Lofland." I opened the door and grabbed a pair of light blue camo Speedos. I raced to my car and sped home like a crazy person. In my bedroom I shifted back into Caleb's form. Staring at myself in the mirror I instantly got hard again. I put on those swim briefs and revelled in how good they felt on my lithe pubescent body. The Spandex hugged my firm bubble butt and strained to contain my oversized adolescent genitals. I stood in front of my full length mirror and fondled myself. I was surprised at how sensitive my whole body was. I reached into the Speedo and pulled it down under my prodigious young scrotum. I used some water based lube and began to masturbate my underage sex organ. After less than a minute I felt the shock of orgasm. My sweet little ass clenched hard enough to crack a walnut, my balls sucked up to my hairless taint, and I instantly felt like I had inhaled a lungful of the finest weed known to man. My toes curled on awkwardly outsized feet and an involuntary "UHHHHNNNNNNGGGGH!" Emitted in a cracking falsetto. I watched as 8 thick ropes of pearl white jism erupted out of the circumcised mushroom of Caleb's penis, my penis. I hungrily licked the virile boy spunk off my fingers and relished the sweet taste as it made my mouth and throat tingle. I passed out on the bed and woke up an hour later. My Speedo cut into my, now adult, inner thighs. I had morphed back into Seth the scientist. I knew instantly what I wanted to try next. I worked the size 14 swim briefs off my legs and got dressed in my own clothes. I went to the garage and hopped into my Land Rover. I had a fantasy to fulfill. I drove to the Havana Hotel in south Houston. The Havana is a popular gay resort where men cruise and use their rooms to have queer orgies or one night stands. I was either gonna get kicked out or molested. I was hoping for the latter. I parked in the back and booked a room. After getting to my room, I pulled out that Speedo. There were still semen stains encrusted on the front from my earlier wank session. Just seeing them made me start to transform into the pubescent form of Caleb Lofland. Looking at the cute little sex demon in the bathroom mirror made my middle school age boymeat hard as nails. This cock was hard and utterly hairless; like a 7" erection carved out of pink marble and coated in translucent latex. I put on the blue camo Speedo, with obvious cum stains, and went to the swimming pool in the courtyard. I walked with confidence knowing that I could do whatever I wanted. I laid in a chaise lounge by the pool, put on my sunglasses, and made no attempt to hide my massive bone. In fact, I flexed it periodically to make my intentions clear. There were only 4 guys out at the pool. Two were sunbathing like me and two were standing in the deep end making out. As I lay there letting the summer sun warm my fully hard jailbait cock, I observed the other guys through my sunglasses. A 25ish man in a pink Speedo got out of the pool and walked over to me. "Where are your parents?" He asked. "I'm with my dad, but he's in our room getting fucked by some twink he met." "His loss" said the man. Not giving a shit about anything I said "Can I hang out in your room while he finishes having sex?" I figured being openly okay with gay sex could speed things along. "If you want, sure." Said the man. He said "my name's Devon, what's yours?" "Caleb." "Come on Caleb, I'll get you something to drink." We went to Devon's room and he poured a gin and tonic for himself. "What would you like?" He asked. "A G and T for me." I said. "How old are you" said Devon. "I'm 13, but serving me alcohol is nothing compared to the illegal shit we're about to do." "Oh yeah?" Said Devon. "Yeah. You're gonna be my fucktoy. I call the shots or I call the police." "What!?" "Don't worry. I want to have some fun. I don't want cops ruining my good time." "What do you have in mind, you little tease?" "Oh, I'm no tease. Lay on the bed and let me get things started." I stripped off my swim brief and looked into his eyes, butt naked. Devon laid back, eying me with lust and suspicion. I went to the bed and straddled his chest facing away from him and pulled down his pink Speedo. "You have a nice big cock Devon!" As I started stroking his shaved pole, I ground my ass against his mouth. He let his lust take over and started tonguing my hole while I leaned down and took 3" of his circumsized penis into my mouth. As I slowly sucked on his cockhead, I dry humped his chest. Devon's tongue began fucking my ass and I spontaneously began to cum all over his rippled abs. "Well that didn't last long!" He laughed; his voice muffled by my firm butt cheeks. "I'm thirteen years old!" I replied. "I'll be ready to fuck your pedo ass in a few seconds." I climbed off of him and stood next to the bed. I bent down and lapped up every drop of teen spluge from his stomach. With a mouthful of my/Caleb's seed, I began kissing Devon with reckless abandon. I pushed my juices into his hungry mouth with my tongue. "Round two" I wispered as I brought my face down to his rigid cock. He was speechless as I began to lick his hard 6" member from taint to head. I slid one finger up his ass and he grunted in pleasure. I fingered his prostate while deep throating his entire cock. I stopped blowing him long enough to say "You are about to get raped by a 7th grader." As I swallowed his rod again, he began humping my face. In a matter of minutes, he was climaxing. "Oh fuuuuck!!" He said as he began to ejaculate into my mouth. Without so much as a warning, I spit his spunk onto my cock, smeared it around on my head, and forced my obscenely large pubescent dick into his bud. I rabbit fucked his hole until I felt my smooth sack tighten up to my taint. My 13 yo bone began spasming as I filled his colon with my sticky nut butter. I pulled out and rubbed my wet cock against his. "I'm gonna lay down now and I want you to do whatever you need to get your rocks off, okay?" "Devon hesitated for a moment until he saw the monster hard on I was flexing at him. "Anything?" He asked? "anything" I confirmed. "Use me like your bitch." Devon threw my toned thighs over his shoulders and began riming my hairless middle school asshole. With his tongue darting in and out of my musky teen sphincter he began stroking me off furiously. I was on the verge of my third orgasm when he stopped eating my ass. He slid my calves down onto his muscular shoulders and began rubbing his hard gland up and down my crack. Finally, Devon pushed his penis deep into my junior high bottom. He began pistoning his slick rod in and out of my innocent puckerhole. "Uhnnnngh! I'm gonna breed you boy! I love molesting you! I'm a nasty pedophile and I'm gonna keep raping you and make you scream for more you sexy underage slut!" With that he shot his thick baby batter deep inside my shit chute coating my swollen prostate in hot jizz. Devon pulled his spent and softening sex tool out of me with a satisfying slurp and pop sound. He layers on his back and absentmindedly fondled himself while catching his breather. "My turn, pedo!" I said in my breaking adolescent voice. With that I pounced onto his chest with one knee under each armpit. I used my hand to guide my young pecker into his gasping throat. "I'm going to use you to make me nut." I started thrusting my hips; pushing my penis deeper and deeper into his throat. My balls slapped repeatedly against his chin. With no warning my hips locked forward in mid thrust. I pulled out at the last second just in time to shoot 4 huge squirts of spunk onto his face and opened mouth. "That was great!" I said in Cale's boyish yet gravely voice. "Gotta go." I put my Speedo back on and retired to the pool again. After taking a dip to cool off, I headed back to my room to rest. I showered my gorgeous young body and flopped back onto the bed. I passed out shortly after and woke up in the middle of the night with a rock hard fuck rod. Unfortunately I was Seth the 52 year old again. I checked out of the hotel and headed to my car. I saw Devon smoking a cigarette by the side entrance of the hotel. I have him a wink and said "Oh you look like you could fuck for hours!" He said "I'm not into older guys, troll." "Oh I bet you like your boys real young, pedo." He furrowed his brow and tilted his head but had no retort. I drove home thinking of my next adventure.