LATE BLOOMER

            Ryan was a late bloomer, and had been a virgin for forty years. Yeah, he’d heard all the jokes and been called a loser more times than he could count and, after a while, he started to believe it. He binged and purged and learned to suffocate his feelings with food. By the time he was forty, he’d ballooned to almost four hundred pounds, and was miserable and completely alone. He never imagined he’d have a normal life and sex scared the hell out of him. Yeah, he loved his dick and played with it every day and, as time went on, he began to imagine what it would be like to be a normal guy . . . a guy with muscles and a flat stomach . . . a guy that could have any woman he wanted. 

 

            When he closed his eyes and jerked off, he'd imagine he was anybody else. He wasn’t Ryan the piece of shit anymore . . . he was an Adonis or a famous actor or even the handsome guy he saw on the bus on the way home. He could picture it all in his mind and, after a while, began to wonder if maybe he was gay. Maybe he was fantasizing about these men because he wanted them. Maybe that was why he was so terrified of sex.

            He started trolling Craigslist, searching for a hookup but nobody wanted a “chub” and the endless emails were exhausting. He came close to meeting a guy a couple of times, but it never happened. After the picture exchange it was always over because they all wanted the hot guys. Desperate, he finally turned to other sites . . . escorts.

             Surprisingly, there were tons of them and getting an escort was easy as shit. After reading A LOT of reviews and scanning over pictures for days, Ryan finally landed on one of the guys . . . ColtonHung. Yeah, it was totally cliché, but every time Ryan saw his picture scroll by, he couldn’t help but stop. He’d click on Colton’s name and look through his photos. He was tall, a chiseled swimmers body and endless blue eyes. There were a few of him smirking to the camera and Ryan just kept thinking how amazing it would feel to be THAT guy, to be Colton. But, if he couldn’t BE that guy, he figured he’d try the next best thing; being with him.

 

Colton wasn’t local. He was about four hours away so Ryan planned a weekend trip the week after Christmas. He’d empty his bank account and rent a nice hotel room and get Colton for a full night. It was expensive, but when he thought about it, that perfect body lying beside him, those flawless eyes gazing at him, it made Ryan hard as a rock. It had to happen.

He texted Colton and set everything up, telling him that he was just in town on business and would love to meet him. After Colton was set, he reserved the hotel room at the W and started planning everything else. He bought new clothes and even got a mani-pedi and a haircut. He groomed like he’d never groomed before. It was going to be his FIRST sexual experience and he wanted it to be as perfect as it could be.

The weekend came, he checked into the hotel room and touched base with Colton. He was as charming as ever, his texts feeling like messages from an old friend. They set a time to meet and before Ryan knew it, he was opening his door to find Colton standing there. He looked JUST LIKE his photos online, wearing an I LOVE NY tee with a navy blue blazer that set his eyes off perfectly in the light.

 

“Hey, nice to finally meet you,” he said, reaching in and hugging Ryan, giving him a kiss on the cheek as if they’d known each other forever. Ryan didn’t know how to react, but found himself trembling inside. He wasn’t sure if he could do this, but Colton standing right there in front of him was amazing and he was even more handsome and charming than Ryan had imagined.

Dinner flew by and Ryan and Colton talked about everything. Life. Love. Work. Dreams. It was amazing. Ryan even told Colton about his life and being a virgin. For the first time, Ryan felt like somebody was finally listening, and it was amazing. After dinner, they made their way back to the hotel and all Ryan wanted to do was kiss Colton. He wanted to move his hands over Colton’s hard body. It’s what he’d imagined since the first day he saw that picture online.

As soon as they hit the hotel elevator, Colton leaned in for a kiss. It was amazing, warm and perfect. Colton’s lips were so soft and he tasted sweet. The doors slid open and moments later they were in the hotel room. The lights were dim as Colton started to remove Ryan’s clothes. Ryan felt unsure. He’d never been so open with anybody, but he wanted to see Colton’s body. He had to touch him.

They were both naked and lying on the bed before he could think anymore. Ryan ran his hands over Colton’s taught muscles as they kissed, Colton’s mouth going wide as Ryan breathed ever ounce of him in. It was amazing, Colton reaching down and taking Ryan’s dick in his hand, jerking him off before making his way down to Ryan’s cock and taking it in his mouth. Ryan had never felt anything like it, Colton’s tongue moving over his shaft as his mouth took Ryan in completely. Ryan just lay there, Colton making his way back to him as they kissed again. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Colton asked, aggressive, his eyes a bit more severe than they had been before. Ryan was speechless. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Ryan nodded, his body trembling as Colton positioned himself, lifting Ryan’s legs in the air.

“Just rest them on my shoulders,” Colton said, jerking himself off as Ryan did what he said. He suddenly wondered if this was really what he wanted, Colton’s dick teasing his ass as he trembled even more. Then, Colton began to enter him. It hurt, Ryan’s ass clenching as the tip of Colton’s dick slid out.

“You have to help me out here,” Colton said, a bit frustrated as he pushed Ryan’s legs higher. “I’m not some kind of fucking machine.”

His voice was harsh and the sweet demeanor was suddenly gone as he tried to force his dick back into Ryan’s ass. Ryan felt the tip of the dick slide in and he winced in pain, once again clenching his ass . . . almost afraid and unsure.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Colton suddenly screamed, throwing Ryan’s legs to the side and standing up beside the bed. “You think I’m some kind of robot? That I can just make this happen if you’re not helping me? I’m not a robot!”

Ryan didn’t know what to say as he sat up. “I don’t know what you mean. I just . . .”

“Do you even like to suck cock?” Colton asked. “Why am I even here?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure what’s happening or what I did wrong.”

“That’s the problem. You don’t know what the fuck your doing, and I don’t have time for this.”

He started to pick his clothes up from all over the room, collecting his things. Ryan just sat there and watched, not sure of how to react or what to say. He’d bared his entire soul and told this guy everything and though he had found somebody safe to explore with, but he was wrong.

“Do you need me to turn on a light?” Ryan said, trying to help.

“No, I’ve done this a few times.” His voice was biting and sarcastic.

“So, you’re leaving?”

“Yes, I’m fucking leaving.” He wrapped a towel around his waist and turned to glare at Ryan. “You don’t’ even know who you are and you call a pro like me in to toy with? I don’t have time for this. If you don’t like cock, don’t call somebody who gives it . . . virgin asshole.”

Colton turned, his bare foot stepping on Ryan’s shirt. His entire body slid forward on the marble floor and he flew backwards, his head slamming into the mirror as he fell to the floor unconscious. For a moment, Ryan just sat there, stunned. Colton wasn’t moving.

Sliding off the bed, Ryan knelt down to feel Colton’s pulse. He was alive, but he was completely knocked out. Ryan’s first instinct was to call somebody, to get help, but he couldn’t’ take his eyes off Colton’s face, his chiseled features, his muscular chest and perfect abs. This was what he wanted. This is what he’d always wanted.

He reached down, ran his fingers across Colton’s neck, down to his pecs over his perfect, tanned skin. He leaned in, placed his face against Colton’s, wondering once gain what it would feel like . . . to be somebody so beautiful. Before he knew it, Ryan was lying on top of Colton, his skin pressed against Colton’s, his hands woven together with the unconscious man’s. Eyes closed, he felt Colton’s warmth beneath him. He wished and dreamed and wondered what it would feel like . . . how different life would be if he were just more like Colton. Handsome and perfect. Lying there on top of the unconscious asshole, Ryan drifted off to sleep, every part of him WISHING his life were different.

            Ryan awoke the next morning, the marble floor cold against his back. Light filtered in through the sheer curtains as he sat up, glancing around the room to find no sign of Colton anywhere. His clothes were still there, but he was gone. Strange. He felt a sting of pain on the crown of his head and reached back to rub it. There was a small cut and . . . his hair felt oddly different. Not the same texture, but thicker. He also felt something wet and glanced down to see a tiny bit of blood on his hand, but . . . it wasn’t his hand. It wasn't his arm. It wasn't fat and pale and  . . .

            He looked down at the rest of his body. The tan, chiseled chest and abs. The towel wrapped around his waist. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t possible . . . was it? How could it . . .

Ryan stood and spun around to see himself in the cracked mirror, but instead of his own reflection, he saw Colton staring back at him. Same perfect lips. Same flawless eyes. Ryan ran his fingers along his stomach, looked down at himself and then back up to the mirror. He stepped closer, touched his face, smiled and frowned, the realization of what was happening hitting him as Colton’s face moved in the mirror, matching Ryan's every move.

He stumbled back and sat down on the bed, still unable to take his eyes off his new reflection.

“So, this is really happening?” He said out loud, Colton’s smooth voice cutting the silence. He felt himself getting hard and reached into the towel to massage his new dick. It was so smooth and perfectly waxed. He ran Colton’s long fingers over his balls, into his ass and toyed with himself as he lay back on the bed. The underwear was off in seconds as Ryan jerked himself off in his new body. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, Colton’s strong hands moving over his dick as cum shot over his tanned stomach. No more fat or disgusting rolls. No more CHUB. Just thick muscle wrapped around an almost hairless swimmer’s frame. 

Ryan eased off the bed, wiped himself off with the towel. He heard a phone buzz on the table, Colton’s phone. Dick still hard, he stepped over to the phone and typed in the password . . . somehow he knew it. The phone came to life, text scrolling over the screen with a reminder that he had an appointment downtown with a married couple. The reality of what was happening suddenly hit him. Could he do this? Did he WANT to do this or just run away and start a completely new life? Glancing around the room, there was no sign that RYAN had existed at all. No clothes or suitcase. No laptop or Sprinkles cupcake box. It was as if he’d somehow been erased. Reality slammed into him hard, and he had no idea HOW this happened or why, but he was COLTON HUNG now. He was a highly skilled male escort and . . . he was exactly who he’d always wanted to be.

Ryan, or the new Colton, smiled at his reflection again, trying to mimic that incredible smile Colton had greeted him with. He slid into his underwear and put on Colton's clothes. He slipped the navy blazer on. Running his hand through his thick hair, Colton stared at himself in the mirror. He was drop-dead gorgeous, a man any woman or man would kill to be with and, as Colton’s memories began to drift into Ryan’s mind, he knew exactly how to please any client.

But, this new Colton, this better upgraded version, wasn’t a fake asshole. He was going to truly love what he did and fulfill fantasies from all walks of life. Colton stared at himself one last time, smiling and taking a deep breath before sliding the phone into his jacket pocket. He grabbed his small bag, filled with condoms and lube and a few other tools of the trade and exited the room, leaving the hotel as every eye was on him. He only had a couple of hours to swing by his place and get cleaned up and into his tux for the couple tonight. The idea of wearing the Tux made him hard again.

He was definitely a new and improved Colton Hung, and his reviews were going to be off the charts!