hyphyphurray: Gay yard sales are one of my favorite things. You never know what you’ll find- s
hyphyphurray: Gay yard sales are one of my favorite things. You never know what you’ll find- some campy tchotchkes, or old Tom of Finland drawings, costume jewelry… Well, this last month, I happened on this big old Victorian house having an estate sale, and it was clear that it had been some old queen. Vintage clothes, black and white photos of two men in rather scandalous poses, some really great furniture, all kinds of good queer stuff. But I saw this book, and flipping through it, it just stuck with me. It was new, but had pictures of various men in different locations and different times. Patrick, Dublin, 1997. Omar, NYC, 2006. Haruto, Tokyo, 1978. None of them professional models per se, but sexy, confident… *real.* The book had no publisher listed and was probably just some private vanity project. It was ten bucks, and I thought it would make the perfect coffee table book, so I slapped down two fives and went on my way. That night when horny, instead of visiting my typical sites, I flipped casually through the book. I happened upon this gorgeous Czech man in Prague, from 1985, Bovza- dark features, intense eyes, hairy chest. I started stroking myself, unable to tear my eyes from the page, and soon, I was shooting all over my chest. I grabbed a towel next to my bed to wipe off and then, rubbing, I was shocked to see hair on my normally smooth chest. “What the-?” I said, and then stopped. My voice seemed deeper, and had some kind of European accent. My skin was darker, my hands rough… I ran to a mirror and stared in shock as the intense gaze of Bovza stared back. I ran back to the book- I was a dead ringer for the sexy Czech man, from head to toe. After a healthy amount of self-exploration, I spent the rest of the day as Bovza, barely fitting into my old clothes. It was strange- I was still myself, with all of my old memories, but some parts of Bovza’s personality kept seeping through. He was quieter, more intense. And at the bar that night, I found myself skipping my normal rum and coke for a Pilsner. The next morning, I woke up in my bed, back in my old body. Flipping through the book, I saw a new page that hadn’t been there before- Joey, Boston, 2017. And there I was, wearing the same thing I’d been wearing the day before when I first found the book! I’ve spent the last month figuring out the rules of the book and as far as I can tell, when I jerk off to a picture of one of the guys, I find myself in their body until I next go to sleep. Sometimes their personalities are a bit stronger than others- one guy was bi, and I even found myself fucking a woman for the first time in 15 years! It’s been a non-stop string of adventures since- Vlad, Moscow, 1954. Alfredo, Rome, 1967. Billy, Houston, 2012. But today, as you can see, is Jose. I grinned as I felt his bushy mustache grow above my lip and hair dusted my legs as my frame grew slimmer, toned. Christ, I’d kill for a cigarette right now, I thought, even though I didn’t smoke. Maybe some day, I’ll have to give up the book to someone else, let it continue its journey. And then, someone else may be taking my body out for a night. But that’s the future. And for me- Jose- today’s adventure is just getting underway. -- source link
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