Apparently, Tables Have Turned

The thought of dominating another man like usual was ripe in Willie's mind mind, the thought of pummeling another man to submission bringing forth arousal. But where there sensation of his cock hardening, there was the sensation of heat building down, the signs of growing wetness of his new body.

Having masturbated earlier, Willie believed he was more or less aware of what he would expect: the rush of pleasure that would start to build up into frustration and heat, before releasing into a sensation of slow relief that would trickle and make his body relax. Wasn't really different from being a man, except far less messy and far less focused on his cock.

"Now show me what you got, lover." Willie/Tracy cooed to Tim as Tim quickly found himself kicking off his jeans, already letting his 5 inch stick swing up as if it had been let loose like a dog that had been loosed from the collar.

Except to Willie, this thing looked more like a Pomeranian than a bull hound. A smirk came up to his face as he positioned himself on his bed, staring down at Tim whose eyes were wide with shock, arousal, and the sensation of desperation fit for a boy who was about to have his first time. If only he knew.

What the convict fail to realize was that this was not his original body, hardened with years of pleasure and thrusting. The closest analogy to what he would know was the 'first rush'. ****, ****, smoke, any of those felt the best at the first time, and dwindled onwards as your body got used to it. And with Tracy's body pumping out hormones of arousal and about to engage in her first intercourse, he failed to realize that her heart was practically beating against her ribcage not only out of his own anticipation, but of her own as well.

As the tip sunk in, he suddenly found his knees quivering as they suddenly lost all strength, a rush of electric sensation going over him as something hard pushed into him. What had seen like 5 inches felt impossibly large. He lost balance for a single moment, and the entire thing was in him in a split second.

A silent moan escaped him as a flash of pain came across him, enough to realize what had happened. Had he seriously thought this felt good for a second? But the thought was easily washed away as Tim started to thrust, the bed starting to jiggle, then rock as he began to thrust in earnest, and he found himself matching the rhythm.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no..." Willie found himself muttering those words. This was not supposed to be this way. He should be in control. He should be the one moving the hips in lead. He should be the one grinning down from above and turning this body's boyfriend into an absolute toy.

And yet from the very voice that escaped his very own lips, he couldn't help but realize how **** he was feeling, how he loved being filled up by a cock in this manner, and how much he was enjoying this.

It was a moment of bliss that he realized he had been holding Tim's hands, practically rocking the bed like some sort of a boat on high seas, before noticing that Tim was just about to blow his load.