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Scent Of An Alpha

Hello there everyone, I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season! This story was created specifically for @transformhim based on his requests for the Great Story Exchange of 2020. I hope you guys like the story and I hope it can give you some Christmas cheer in a not-so-cheerful time!

As I heard the knock of the door, I jumped up off the couch and rushed to the doorway. It was Christmas Eve and I had been waiting for weeks for my roommate’s present to show up. The present itself wasn’t something super expensive, but it something that I had heard my roommate Brian constantly talking about with his best friends for months now. Apparently, it was some sort of pheromone-infused cologne, which had given him the idea that along with his killer looks. The product itself promised that while using it, any user would find themselves completely irresistible to any woman they meet. I originally laughed at his interest in the product, since there was absolutely no way it would have worked. I had tried pheromone stuff as well to try and attract a guy, but it truly never worked and smelled awful. In fact, as a woman myself, Brian’s clamoring for a product to give him an edge with the ladies truly just made me less and less interested in him. Sure, Brian was definitely attractive, but the way he acted in public like a total douche truly made me despise him.

Brian and I had been best friends since elementary school as he was a sports star and I was always the head cheerleader for any sport he did. He had tried to make moves on me back in middle school, but I made it abundantly clear that he was not my type. However, Brian had no hard feelings and he began to treat me more like “one of the boys”, which surprisingly made me feel more comfortable instead of getting his wandering eyes anytime we chatted. We both got scholarships to the same school, so although I personally wasn’t a fan of the idea of living with a messy jock, it made economical sense to just get an apartment together and split the rent. Another plus to the situation is it saved us from having to deal with random creeps in a dorm.

Quickly opening the door, I grab the box from the delivery guy, sign for the package, and shut the door faster than the man could say a single word to me. After shutting the door and locking it behind me, I wedge the box between my arm and torso and head into the kitchen. Once near the counter, I quickly open the box and verify that it wasn’t damaged. “Insatiable: A Cologne to Bring Out Your Inner Alpha” was what I was greeted to once I ripped open the box. I laughed as I read it out loud, thinking about how stupid this item is. “Women don’t care about how you smell” I said, continuing to smile at the stupidity of this item. “They care about how you treat them and how compatible you are with each other” I continued with an eye roll and slight chuckle.

Continuing to make sure it wasn’t damaged, I opened the packaging and pulled out the rectangular glass bottle. Of course, to make sure that this product was clearly for men, it was a rigid and angular bottle. I continued to examine it and think about how it must smell. Curious about it, I decided to try it out and get a head start getting used to how bad the apartment is going to smell once Brian begins to wear it whenever he goes out on the town. I press down on the nozzle and I soon find that my curiosity has punished me as my nose was instantly hit with the scent of cedar trees and complete BO. Given how potent and strong it was, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cologne company just rung out sweaty socks into a bottle and called it a day. I gagged and held my breath while I rapidly fanned my dainty manicured hand away from my face to get the foul odor spread elsewhere.

However, as I waved my hand, I noticed that these dark clouds of cologne were not dissipating and moving away from me. In fact, it was moving in tandem with my shaking hands like it was glued to them somehow. Squinting to look through the cloud, I begin to feel a vibrating sensation as I watched my hands begin to bulge out. I couldn’t see clearly, but I could feel them growing wider and thicker through the heavy cloud. They were certainly no longer the well-manicured hands of a woman as I watched the red nail polish chip away until my nails were completely bare. Instead, they had grown larger and more callused as they took on the appearance of someone like my father, the definitely of a “working man”. I gasp upon closer inspection as I watched dark hair began to appear more and more prominently on my hands as well. The hair continued to spread up from my knuckles and up my hand as the cloud of smoke finally began to move along with it.

I cried out in shock as I watched the cloud suddenly begin to creep up each arm. My light toned arms began to bulk up as my forearms bulged out and my biceps grew larger and thicker than the lightly toned build that years of yoga had given me. Along with that, I watched as that dark hair continued to grow up my arms and my veins begin to appear more prominently along my forearms.

As the clouds moved up my now-thicker shoulders, they finally began to merge once more as the singular thicker cloud began to move down my torso. Confused and also afraid of what was about to happen, I quickly took off my shirt and bra as I ran into the mirror and watched the changes unfold. I gasped in shock as I began to feel a rough pull in my chest. Looking down, I watched as my once-prominent breasts quickly melted away. As they slowly receded, I watched as my wider nipples also began to shrink as well into smaller more masculine ones. After a moment, I waited before finally moving my hands towards them. As the cloud began to move down, I took the opportunity to look at my new chest. Upon inspection, I realized that it had slowly reformed into a set of fledgling yet still impressive pectorals. Lifting up my arms, I also began to look at the thick pelt of armpit hair now pushing out from my armpits. I tilt my head in and gingerly sniff them, gagging in disgust as I take in the new scent. As I smell it, I begin to recognize it as the potent smell of that cologne. The level of odor permeating from my pits makes it seem as if I had directly sprayed them with the nasty cologne, yet I know that I didn’t. Finally beginning to understand that this cologne is somehow turning me into a man, I groan as I start to think about just how naturally sweaty I’m about to become. My mind immediately thinks about any future workouts I’m going to have and I mentally begin to grasp the idea of having to lather on several layers of deodorant just to stay ahead of my sweaty pits. However, my wandering thoughts about my armpits quickly disappears as I watch the cloud move farther down my body. As it gets closer to my waist, I begin to fear for the upcoming changes to my sexual anatomy.

As my mind continued to grapple with the concept of having a dick, the cloud wasted no time as it continued moving down my body. A slight outward tug along the sides of my torso informed me that my once-hourglass figure was melting away as a new masculine form emerged. A searing pain on the side of my body also causes me to turn and investigate the source with the mirror. I gasp in shock as I look at the new tattoos that have just suddenly appeared on the side of my body. What once used to be a simple toned stomach now had changed as well. My stomach rolled in discomfort as the cloud continued to change my body. With each stomach rumble, I watched as abdominal muscles suddenly formed into existence one-by-one until I had a complete set of abs. I let out a little chuckle as I watched a V (which Brian had told me was the male equivalent of a female’s thigh gap) suddenly emerge on my lower torso as the cloud now firmly stopped around my crotch.

Both curious and scared at the events about to unfold, I dropped my shorts and underwear as I stared at my vagina for the last time. Within no time, I feel an inner tugging emerge from within my vaginal cavity. The tugging lasts for several moments as I watch a tiny nub of a cock head suddenly pop out of my tight slit. This tugging continues, but without any added pain, as the head continues to push forward and bring with it the shaft of my new cock. Inch-by-inch, I watch as it births itself from my anatomy until a thick 5-inch soft cock now slumps downward from my still partially female anatomy. Suddenly, I feel myself go light-headed as I feel a deep tug continue downward. Looking down, I watch as a ball sac slowly slides out of my shrinking slit. I grunt in a bit of discomfort as I feel my two testes push through the smaller slit and drop into my new ball sac. Now finished forming, my male anatomy becomes permanent as I feel my slit permanently close and disappear from existence.

Still a bit afraid of my new cock, I decide against touching it for the time being as the cloud continues down my legs. My curvy yet dainty legs slowly begin to change as well. I watch as the curves begin to fade as more angular muscles over-take and turn them into heavily muscular legs. My eyes continue to stare as the black hair returns and runs down my legs. My thighs, now muscular and incredibly hairy, are a far cry from the curvy yet firm feminine set I had less than 10 minutes prior. My calves bulge out as the muscles of a frequent runner emerge and grow incredibly hairy. Finally, I watch as the cloud reaches my feet as I can feel them grow more masculine. An obvious change occurs as I feel my feet grow a few inches, firmly making it so I can never fit into even my old tennis shoes anymore.

Quickly done with the feet, I watch in shock as the cloud rapidly slides up my body once more and now looks me directly into the face. I gasp and try to hold my breath as I watch it move towards me and engulf the last remnants of my old life. The tingle begins to radiate as I feel my hair begin to pull into my scalp. As I watch it move up my head, I stare at the darkening color begin to emerge from the tips and move up, consuming the bright blonde hair I once had. A baseball cap suddenly materializes and wraps around my head, completely covering my new hair. With no other distractions for me to look at, I’m left to stare helplessly as my eyebrows grow thicker and more prominent and my nose goes from dainty to wider and more angular. My lips grow more masculine as well as my lipstick fades away and my upper lip begins to lose its feminine shape. I continue to hold my breath, but I can tell soon that my attempts to not breath in the fumes will soon be futile if the changes last much longer. I move my hands towards my face and feel as facial hair begins to grow in. My chin grows less curved as a more angular shape emerges, completing my complete physical transformation into a man. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I’m forced to gasp for air and as a result, inhale a large puff of the thick cloud. As I breath it in, I begin to feel incredibly dizzy in my head. Trying to remain sane, I try to think about my old life and remind myself that I’m not a man and I used to be a woman 10 minutes prior. However, as I desperately try to search for any memories of my female life, I find myself drawing a blank. My confusion doesn’t last for long as memories begin to suddenly emerge to my consciousness. Thinking about them, I begin to remember my life and history of playing sports with my bro Brian. I begin to think about growing up, my first kiss with Cindy Wallace in 2nd grade, going on my first date when I was younger. Sleepovers I used to have at Brian’s house after our games also begin to appear in my head as I start to finally calm down. Unknown to me, each prominent memory changes to make me believe that I’ve always been a male. Instead of the name Natalie, the name Nate begins to come to mind anytime I think about myself and who I am. I try to fight it, but the calmness that these new memories provide doesn’t make me put up much of a fight as they overtake me and make me accept this new persona. As the changes begin to finalize, I grow lightheaded and my eyes suddenly close as I fall out of consciousness.

My eyes suddenly open and I feel as if I’m a brand new man. I stare at myself in the mirror and think about how hot I am. Unable to stop myself from my narcissistic self-image, I slide my hand into the pocket of my athletic shorts and pull out my cell phone. Quickly opening the camera, I take several pictures and quickly send them to some girls on Snapchat. I flex in the mirror as I think about how hot I truly am. My thoughts are interrupted as I begin to get constant dings as my eager classmates clamor to screenshot the photos and message me begging to take them out and give them a good time. I laugh thinking about it, it’s so amazing to be so irresistible. It’s especially funny thinking about how eager they are to get with me, even if it’s just for a quick fuck.

These thoughts are interrupted as a loud alarm begins to go off on my phone. I quickly turn it off and gasp as I look at the clock. Pissed at myself about being late, I scold myself and quickly throw on a pair of athletic sweatpants and a Nike shirt before heading out of the door. It’s Christmas Eve here, and me and my bro Brian were going to go bar-hopping to see if we can get each other some hookups and give ourselves a little Christmas cheer before we go work out tomorrow while the gyms are empty.

I’d ask for you to wish us luck, but I’m sure we’ll have no problem getting lucky…

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Terminal Boredom II

Not a continuation of the original story, but borrowing from the same concepts. You can find the original here.

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“Well, I just arrived at the gate, so it’s just a waiting game now. The flight should take off in like half an hour.” Jason spoke through the phone to his boyfriend as he found a seat. The two college sophomores had been dating for about a month and were still their honeymoon phase. Most of their time was spent with one another in person, except now since Jason was back in his home state visiting family. The times that they weren’t together, they were on the phone; however, the times they were on the phone were often unpredictable.

“I’m stoked for you to finally come back, it’s been boring as hell without you here.”

“What, you haven’t figured out a way to keep yourself entertained?” Jason asked saucily.

“I didn’t say that! In fact, I’m entertaining myself right now.”

The 20 year old adjusted himself as inconspicuously as he could in an airport as crowded as this.

“Damn, I wish I was there. I could use some entertainment myself.”

“Oh yeah? You sure?”

Jason looked around, speaking softly into the phone, “Definitely sure.”

“Well if that’s the case, I can’t wait for you to be back here, daddy.”

Jason felt air against his shins as his pants rode higher up, his legs now much longer than before. He could feel his thighs filling out his pants much better. He scratched his chest, feeling the new, bushy hair sprouting underneath, darkening his chest substantially while his entire being broadened and squared. His stronger arms sprouted with new hair and he could feel a mustache growing on his stubble-rich face. His adjusted himself again, except this time much more noticeably, as his cock and balls thickened and drooped further down, his bush much more dense than it was before. He obviously looked, though didn’t exactly feel, 15 years older than he was before. The people around him almost simultaneously did a double take, swearing they saw someone younger sit in that seat.

“‘Daddy?’” Jason asked back incredulously, his voice substantially lower and more authoritative than before. “So I guess we’re no longer caring about who’s older and who’s younger?”

“What are you talking about? You’re 35 and I’m tw—uuuhhh—nty eight.” The pitch in his boyfriend’s voice dropped lower at the end of his sentence.

“Oh, I bet you enjoyed that,” Jason grinned as he could hear heavy breathing and slight moans coming from the other end.

“I enjoyed it about as much as you enjoy not wearing a shirt anywhere you go...”

Jason’s heart dropped upon realizing that he was no longer wearing a shirt, his toned but modest chest now carpeted with hair, on full display in front of everyone. Some people started to turn and glare at him as he tried and failed to cover himself, hissing into the phone, “Dude, remember, I’m in public!”

“... And how could you wear a shirt anyways? I don’t think they design shirts that can fit over your beefy, barrel-chest pecs, do they? With big pecs like that and perky, firm, ultra sensitive nipples like yours, I think any shirt would be counterproductive.”

Jason shifted uncomfortably as his chest swelled up larger than he’d ever felt was possible, his dark and curly hair growing even more dense as his nipples perked up and hardened against his chest, looking like two big, pink, firm joysticks. With his jaw dropped he felt up his bulbous pecs with one hand and he seized for a moment with a cry, feeling his cock squirt pre into his briefs as he accidentally grazed a nipple with his thumb.

“Dude,” Jason breathed heavily, his mountainous pecs rising and falling. “Alright, let’s bring it down, this is getting out of—..”

“The fact that you have musculature all over the rest of your body to match your pecs, though, that’s where you’re lucky.”

“UUUUUuuhhhhhhnn,” Jason loudly groaned in the middle of the crowd as his entire body went under an intense wave of pleasure and pressure, prompting some to move away from him, some to glare disapprovingly at him, some to stare lustfully at him, and some to move closer to him. The crowd was in a frenzy around him, taking pictures and videos, talking about what was happening to him and asking if someone should call security, and some ogling at the fantastic display happening in front of them. His neck and shoulders bulged out as his complete upper body broadened to accommodate the growth that was underway. In a matter of seconds, Jason’s neck and shoulders packed on huge bulging mounds of muscle, while his arms twisted and swelled into tight, sinewy pythons. His abs bulged and hardened symmetrically against his torso while his sides and back rippled with huge mass. His khaki pants immediately tore to shreds as his thighs and ass swelled obscenely, his ass lifting him off the seat and his thighs pushing into the seat next to him, while his calves swelled larger than most athletes’ into hard, tight diamonds. All that was left of his clothing was a now-too-tight black pair of briefs his boyfriend had given him a few weeks ago.

“Excuse me! Sir!” an airport security guard called out to him and started walking towards him.

“Dude,” Jason panted into the phone. Even in his orgasmic euphoria, he felt regret for encouraging his boyfriend. Doing this in the bedroom was obviously incredible and even in public sometimes had its charm. But this was a whole other level. “Dial it back, people are freaking out, seriously I’m nearly nude, it’s—..”

“I’m surprised you’re wearing anything at all. I thought your 14 inch, always-hard junk would’ve ripped through any underwear you own.”

Before his boyfriend could even finish the sentence, Jason threw his head back in a deep, loud, prolonged moan and the crowd gasped and jeered as Jason’s cock fattened impossibly thick and began stiffly rising up and out of his briefs. It was nearly at its 14 inch glory when he could feel the fabric begin to tear behind him, ripping down his ass crack and up his huge balls, causing his nutsack to tumble out of his briefs onto the seat. Finally, his massive cock slung forward out in front of him, flinging his pre-soaked torn briefs a few feet away.

“S-Sir!!” the security guard called out a bit louder, shocked by what he was seeing, nearly arriving to where Jason sat.

“F-Fuck man!” Jason said, gripping onto his hard cock, his fingers barely fitting around it. “There’s a security guard coming and I’m sitting here with my cock out! What did you d—..?!”

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out about this so much, man! No one has ever cared about you going out in public like that.” As if someone had flipped a switch, the commotion in the airport died back down to its usual din. Those who had gathered around him suddenly turned and walked in separate directions. Pictures and videos that had been taken on phones suddenly vanished. Jason just sat there with his jaw hanging open, his hand hardly wrapped around his stiff, drooling cock, his phone still up to his ear.

“H—.... How did you—..”

“And based on my knowledge, the only people that have ever cared are those who want to take advantage of your miracle muscle growth cum.”

Jason felt a electrifying tingling sensation in his balls, and could feel his nuts churning more and more jizz. The security guard who had been quickly approaching him suddenly slowed in his speed, a hypnotized, lustful grin spread across his face now.

“How else do you think I became your favorite j-oooo-ockboy—ugh, fuck—..” his boyfriend’s voice deepened further and Jason could only imagine what was happening to his body on the other end of the line. “... jockboy cum slut?” His voice took on a more sensual, breathy tone at the end of his question.

“Heeeyyy man, you got a second?” the airport security guard stopped in front of him, keeping his eyes on Jason’s cock and biting his lip. Jason was just casting his eyes from his own drooling cock to the security guard over and over.

“I think the man asked you a question, Jason,” his boyfriend whispered through the phone.

“Ye—uhhhm, yeah?”

“It’s been a hard day and I have a long night ahead of me, so I could really use a pick me up. Would you mind?” he gestured down to Jason’s cock.

“Uh—... Uhhhmmm,” Jason began, never before experiencing someone this direct.

“Answer yes, dummy!” his boyfriend laughed over the phone.

Jason just sat and sputtered, unsure of how to respond. He eventually held out his hand over his cock and nodded enthusiastically.

The security guard subtly pumped his fist in celebration and began to kneel, “Thanks man! God, you don’t know how much I need this.”

“Sure man, it’s no—oooOOOOOoohh fuuuuuckk...” Jason moaned loudly as the security guard leaned in and swallowed his entire length down to the root, opening up his throat and suppressing his gag reflexes. Jason panted down shuddering breaths at the guard who grinned with his eyes up at Jason, loving how little it took to surprise him. He went back to work, bobbing his head up and down on Jason’s cock, using his surprisingly skillful mouth and throat muscles to please him.

“There you go... show him what an alpha dom you are,” Jason heard his boyfriend moan over the phone. Jason could feel the power coursing through his body with his new size. He lifted up his free arm and flexed, gawking at his size while the security guard slobbed his knob. He wanted to breed this man so badly.

Jason stood up so the security guard didn’t have to lean over his crotch anymore and so he could be in a better position to thrust. He began rocking his hips back and forth into the man’s mouth, hearing the crowded, wet gurgling coming from the man’s gullet. He looked around, surprised to see folks just staring down at their tablets or reading their books or texting on their phones, not giving a single shit about the hot daddy breeding the throat of the airport security guard. He picked up in intensity, using his free hand to hold onto the man’s hair while he shoved his dick into his mouth over and over, moaning loudly into the phone while his boyfriend moaned back.

“FFFFFFFFUUUUUuuuuuuuckk...” Jason and his boyfriend called out in unison, his boyfriend clearly unloading all over himself over the phone, and Jason feeling his cock seize up and fire huge rope after rope after rope of thick cum into the security guard’s throat. He’d always had large loads, but what his boyfriend did to him must have increased the volume, which he didn’t think was possible. The guard gripped onto his firm ass cheeks behind him, forcing his head in closer so not a single drop was wasted, and swallowed loudly, gulp after massive gulp, until Jason was spent. He sucked some more on his way off Jason’s cock, coaxing every bit of seed out of him as possible, and finally dislodging with a loud, sucking *pop.*

The security guard stood up with Jason’s help and with a heavy sigh, “OOOooohh, that hit the spot,” he said smacking his lips, stretching and arching his back, and putting both hands around the back of Jason’s neck. “Ready to see how much bigger you’ve made me? Fuck, I can feel it starting... Here it comesssss!”

Jason was shocked by what transpired but was paralyzed with his phone against his ear, hearing his boyfriend panting and giggling, while the security guard began to breathe heavily and grind his hips against Jason’s naked body. As the guard moaned, Jason could feel his erection pressing harder against his hip and he could feel the guard getting heavier as he leaned against him. Jason could feel the guard’s erection moving and looked down to see the engorged shaft within his pants swelling larger and pushing against his pants, snaking it’s way through the fabric to find a way to fit in its tightening confines while his balls blew up larger and strained against the fabric. He could see the security guard’s thighs and calves become tightly outlined, almost looking as though his pants were painted on, as they packed on huge amounts of muscle. As his ass swelled and rounded behind him, Jason could hear the leather of his utility belt creaking and wondered if the buckle on it would hold.

Jason looked back up into the face of the security guard, a face that looked squarer, sharper, and more handsome, as dense, dark hair began to grow on his face and under his clothes, his expression contorted into a drunken, hypnotized grin. He began to rise higher, his shirt lifting with him and exposing his midriff and happy trail while his pants and utility belt sank lower, exposing more of his hips and his dense bush, his pants now only being held up by the sheer bulging size of his package and his perky ass.

“Ffffuuuuuuuucckk meeeeee, oooohh that feels so good! Look what you’re doing to me, bro, fuck I’m gonna have zero trouble picking up chicks. Wait, I can feel.. Ohhh fuuuck, here I go again, yeeeeaaaahh...”

His upper body broadened and thickened with his growth, forcing his uniform shirt to split slightly down the middle, making way for a gorgeous, hairy cleavage window. As his shoulders and neck packed on more weight, Jason could see the guard’s hair become thicker and more plentiful. His arms seemed to suddenly drop and dangle lower as his arms lengthened and began to swell. He groaned and cursed loudly as the muscle groups in his arms pulsed harder and harder and rose to the surface thick and tight, his arms becoming hugely chiseled in seconds.

His pecs appeared to bounce over and over again, which Jason interpreted to be some cocky display, but realized that his pecs were growing larger with each bounce, pushing further out and rounding out his chest nicely. They strained against the already skin-tight shirt and made his shirt rip down further, exposing much more of his pecs. His back and abs shifted and swelled, pushing out of his body and giving his hairy body more ridges and curves. From his exposed midriff, Jason could see the bottom set of abs thicken and deepen while a mouthwatering set of cum gutters formed a V leading down to his crotch. Finally, Jason could sense and feel the growth subside in the security guard. As if it was waiting for the dam to break, Jason felt the security guard’s cock under his pre-soaked pants suddenly heat up and swell, throbbing rhythmically. “UUU—UUUUHHHHHRRNN!!” the guard grunted as he thrust his hips firmly against Jason’s hips, and he could feel hot, thick spurts of jizz shooting out of his large cock into his pants, feeling much of it seep through the fabric of his pants and smear onto Jason.

“Oooohhhh god! That was so fucking good, bro, thank you!” He planted a huge kiss on Jason’s mouth as their hard bodies pressed against each other. “Well, I’m heading back to work. Thanks again, sir, and fly safely.” The security guard’s voice shifted from orgasmic lustfulness to steady professionalism immediately. He turned and started walking back from where he came, his clothes barely holding onto him, his ass, hips, and midriff still largely exposed, his muscular cleavage tearing his shirt apart, and a giant, creamy, white mess splattered on the front of his pants.

Jason suddenly felt like he could breathe fully again, panting into the phone after what felt like a while of not breathing, and watched his new creation saunter away to go back to work. His massive ass swayed perfectly as he walked, his thighs looked powerful as shit in his skin-tight pants, his broad back showing off a lot of musculature...

“Hey? Helloooo? Jase?” he could hear his boyfriend’s newly deep voice over the phone. He suddenly realized that he was still on the phone and cleared his throat.

“Hmm? Yeah, uhh.. What’s up?”

“I just hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” his boyfriend giggled.

Jason let out a breathless chuckle, “Dude, this has been.... wild, just.. fucking insane...”

“Well I’m glad I could help the time pass quicker,” his boyfriend cooed into the phone, making Jason grin. They could both hear the intercom system call out his flight over the announcements. “Well, that’s you. I’ll see you when you land, big guy, okay? Bye!”

“Waitwaitwaitwait, you aren’t gonna—..”

*Click* The line went dead. Seemed like his boyfriend intended for him to go through the flight just like this. He groaned a little but felt some excitement. This was a wild new body and he was looking forward to taking advantage of it more.

He turned around to gather his bag and notice several guys waiting for his flight—some fathers with their families, some businessmen, some solo travelers, some college guys heading back to school just like he was-uhh, is—all looking up at him and staring lustfully, just the way the security guard had moments before. He felt his always-hard meat twitch and drool onto the floor. He slung his bag over his shoulder with a grin and started walking towards his gate. He looked down at his ticket. Four hour flight.

This was going to be a long, exhausting, fun flight back.

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