Masturbate in Josh's body

Standing alone in your dorm room inside Josh's athletic body, a wicked thrill courses through you. You've hidden the stolen underwear safely away, and now curiosity burns inside you. What would it be like to experience self-pleasure through the vessel of Westlake's basketball captain?

You strip off Josh's clothes methodically, letting them fall to the floor. His body responds differently to your touch than your own—muscles flexing beneath tanned skin, a strange disconnect between the movements you command and the sensations you receive. The mirror on the back of your door reflects an image that isn't yours: six-foot-three of lean muscle, broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, and definition that speaks of countless hours of training.

"Holy shit," you whisper, running Josh's hands over his chest, watching goosebumps rise on unfamiliar skin. Your voice sounds alien in your ears—deeper, resonant. "This is incredible."

You turn sideways, admiring the profile of this borrowed form. Josh's body is a masterpiece of athleticism, so different from your slimmer frame. You flex experimentally, watching muscles bunch and ripple in ways yours never could. The sensation is intoxicating—power and privilege embodied in physical form.

Arousal builds quickly as you explore, Josh's body responding to your commands with an immediacy that surprises you. You trace fingers down unfamiliar abs, discovering how this body's erogenous zones differ from your own. Some touches that would drive your real body wild barely register here, while others send unexpected jolts of pleasure through your borrowed nervous system.

"So that's what it feels like for him," you murmur, watching Josh's face in the mirror contort with expressions of pleasure you're creating.

The climax, when it comes, is a revelation—different muscles tensing, different neural pathways firing. You watch Josh's reflection with fascination as pleasure crashes through borrowed nerves. The intensity leaves you gasping, braced against the edge of your desk with trembling limbs that aren't yours.

"Fuck," you breathe, staring at Josh's flushed face in the mirror. "No wonder Courtney keeps him around."

A strange double satisfaction settles over you—the physical release combined with the voyeuristic thrill of experiencing it through someone else's body.

Staring at Josh's reflection one last time, a slow smile spreads across his borrowed features. The power you wield is intoxicating—to step into another's skin, experience their pleasures, and walk away without consequence. The night stretches before you, full of possibilities.