BEING WILLIAM

You’ve always desired to have the ability to CHANGE, to become someone other than who you are. We’ve all fantasized about it. We’ve all wondered what it would feel like to live in another man’s skin, to feel another man’s clothes on a foreign body, to hear a stranger’s voice leave your mouth. And, especially, to see a new reflection in the mirror and wonder WHO he is and what it would feel like to walk in his shoes … to live his life.  But today, this desire will come true. It already has.

You find yourself standing in a strange place. It looks to be some kind of men’s store, suits lining the racks around you as you look down at your body. It’s very different than the one you’re used to. You find a perfectly tailored suit. You’re tall, fit. You look at your hands. Strong, well-manicured. You’re not quite sure who or where you are, but soon find a mirror on a nearby wall and see your reflection for the first time.

It’s unlike anything else to see yourself for the first time … in this new body. You’re in your early thirties with a perfect haircut and ice blue eyes. You’re quite handsome and can’t help but move your hands to your unfamiliar face … to prove to yourself that this IS you now. You’re dashing. That’s the word that comes to mind as you rub your shortly trimmed beard, your full lips smirking as you wonder what you look like OUT of these clothes.

“Excuse me?” A voice comes from behind. You turn to find a man standing there in a tan suit, adjusting it as he smiles up at you.

“Yes, sir?” You’re not sure why you call him Sir, but it seems natural as you realize you’re British. It’s strange, speaking as you always would, but hearing a smooth, deep accent coming out.

“Excellent.” He stares at you with deep brown eyes, adjusts the suit. It’s hangs on his muscular frame perfectly as you find yourself licking your lips at the thought of touching him. “So, did you lock the front door and close up?”

“Yes, Sir.” Again, the words leave your mouth without thought, almost as if your body is on cruise control, as if this man’s life you’re now inhabiting, whoever he is, knows exactly what to do and say. “Is there anything else, Sir?”

The man smiles, his name suddenly entering your mind. Mr. Jameson … your boss. You’re a tailor at this expensive men’s store and have been for three years.

That explains the nice suit, you think.

Mr. Jameson grins again, sitting down on a leather couch before spreading his legs. “I think you know what you can do for me, William.” He begins to rub his crotch and your eyes wander to it. It feels natural and even though you want to resist, this body is on auto pilot. You feel as though you should fall to your knees, but this isn’t the life you wanted or imagined, but you ARE a different man. You’re far from your old life and are William now … William Stafford. Yes, that’s your name … and William is hungry for Mr. Jameson’s cock. You can barely breathe as you feel your own cock beginning to get hard beneath your trousers.

Before he can utter another word, you kneel in front of Mr. Jameson as he unzips his pants and pulls his beautiful pink cock from inside. You want to touch it for some reason. You want to know what it tastes like. The thoughts are foreign but familiar as you glance up at Mr. Jameson smiling down at you.

“May I, Sir?” Your accent turns you on. So proper and perfect.

“May you what, William?”

“May I suck your cock, Sir?” You lick your lips again, Mr. Jameson reaching out and caressing your face as you close your eyes, the feeling of his hand on your skin oddly familiar and perfect. He pushes a finger into your lips and teases your tongue before he leans in and gives you a deep kiss. You can’t remember ever kissing a man before and the thought alone would have disgusted you before … but this new body welcomes it. William, YOU, craves it as your tongue meets his, dancing within your mouth as you feel your heartbeat elevate.

Mr. Jameson pulls back, leaving you almost breathless. “Yes, William. You may,” he whispers, leaning back as you move your lips around his cock, almost ravenous for it as you slide it in and out of your mouth carefully.

You feel his hands on the back of your head, the sensation of his fingers moving over your buzzed hair even more of a turn on as you feel your strong hands clutching his thighs. You see William’s nice watch, his cufflinks, his fine tailored suit on YOUR new body and you remember that you’re a completely different man. You remember that reflection. Those supple lips. Those intense eyes. THAT is who you are. THAT is who this man sees when he looks at you.

You lock eyes with him, moving up and down his shaft … suddenly confident … suddenly wanting to please him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, William? Is that what you want?” He asks, pushing you down harder on his cock as he stands in front of you. All you can do is moan, nodding as you look at him, hungry. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir,” you manage. “Please, sir.”

“Stand up,” he demands.

You do what he says and he steps up to you. He spins you around and you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. He reaches around and unzips your trousers, reaching in. You feel his fingers wrap around your cock and it feels incredible. You can barely handle the suspense of seeing what your cock looks like as Mr. Jameson pulls it from inside your trousers. It’s large and beautiful as he jerks you off. Your entire body lights up as your about to explode all over the counter of expensive ties, but then Mr. Jameson stops.

He then bends you over the counter and rips the back of your trousers open at the seam. Before you know it, he’s moving his tongue into your ass. You close your eyes, the sensation of him eating you out unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.Your body is an explosion of sensations, his hands gripping your new, firm ass driving you crazy until he pulls back and you feel his wet finger inside you, your ass almost relaxing as he toys with you even more.

You suddenly wonder if this is what it’s like to be William Stafford every day, to be a handsome, British gay man. You’re gorgeous and desired and realize that this could be an amazing new experience. You’re not sure why the universe placed you in this body, in this life, but so far it’s been incredible experiencing a new point of view and you welcome to finding out more about William’s life.

With that thought, Mr. Jameson removes his finger, every nerve in your body on fire.

“Are you ready, old boy?” He asks.

All you can do is nod, unable to speak as you feel Mr. Jameson’s cock penetrate you. It hurts at first, but he pushes it further into you. The pain subsides and you grab hold of the table you’re bent over as he thrusts into you harder and faster. You can barely breathe, the sensation of being in this new body suddenly taking on very different meanings.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to fall into complete ecstasy as Mr. Jameson continues to thrust into you.

BLOODY HELL, THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!, you think, glancing up at a mirror to see your reflection being fucked by Mr. Jameson. William, or YOU, look absolutely stunned with pleasure.

Being William is going to truly be a unique and new experience. Being this young and handsome will lead to all kinds of different things.

I can almost guarantee it.