A Dumb College Thing

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It was a dumb college thing. You see, my parents never had much money while I was growing up. They worked hard and slaved at their dead-end jobs, but it was solely to put me in college. So I felt like shit that I pretty much blew my textbook money on clothes and tech. I really wanted to fit in with the other college kids. They came from money and stayed up to date with the latest fashions, even the bros. I had assumed I just had to be friendly, but when it was obvious there was a barrier to entry.

So I spent what I could to look like them. I got a new phone, new hats, new shoes, new everything. I didn’t realize how much of a hole I dug myself into until I got the list for new textbooks the next semester and had the startling realization: I can’t afford this. I couldn’t tell my parents or my friends. My parents poured their lives into this path for me. My friends assumed I was from a rich family like them. I couldn’t let either down, so I searched desperately for ways to make money without a degree or work experience.

That’s how I found the Next Door Boy agency. It was an up-and-coming talent agency. At the time I applied, the company was in the phase of searching for talent, which was code for attractive, young, fit, male ‘actors.’ Acting was hardly involved, except when interacting with possible clients to sell them on your image. When I learned what it was to be an actor for Next Door Boy, I was disturbed, but after I asked questions and read more about it, I felt it would be the quickest way to earn money.

You see, using new technological advancements, the company is able to implant a small device in talent, like me. Then a client is able to ‘rent’ talent for a certain amount of time with conditions discussed with the talent. When I say rent, I mean the client is able to remotely co-inhabit the talent’s body even going as far as total possession of them. It sounds like a nightmare, but the pay is crazy. With conditions worked out before hand, you can be sure that nothing unwanted is going on. One of my conditions was that I had to remain conscious during the co-inhabitation. (It’s usually customary to give the client privacy and you’re put into a sleep-like state or given a temporary host.) I chose that condition because I’m a college student and that is part of my image. Clients usually choose me if they want to relive or experience a youthful college life (complete with going to classes and taking notes for me), so you can imagine how weird it must be to watch yourself posing nude in your college room.

My hand held my phone up and snapped a few photos. My erect cock smeared precum along my inner thigh as it twitched in arousal. The client wearing my face moaned and angled his body back to get a nice view of my abs. He spent the past hour texting a guy on Grindr, snapping photos and trading with the other guy. I thought it was a waste of time. I knew for a fact that the other guy would be down to hook up if given the chance. He had in the past.

I’m not gay, in fact I was pretty homophobic until I started working at Next Door. They had sensitivity training stuff, but it was when I had a few clients that I started empathizing with what they had to go through. Being a co-inhabitant means I get to see how they think so while they enjoy my body, I’m usually experiencing their thoughts and past memories. It really changed how I look at them.

So the guy chatting up my client was named Evan. Evan was an out gay man. We even share a few classes together. The first time we had sex it was awkward for me, because I was reluctant to give up that part of myself. Since then, every client so far found themselves flirting with Evan. Now sex with him is familiar. I never had sex so often with the same person, but it was comforting in that I knew that Evan was safe.

I spoke with Evan after our first time, when I got control of my body again. I told him everything about Next Door and why I didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He understood and I asked if he just played along if I ever flirted with him again since it was another client. He has, and he even told me that he had applied for Next Door. Similar to me, he had some money trouble and no family to support him.

So we actually have this thing going together. Sorta like a combo deal. We both get possessed by two people or a couple and they get to experience young college love by flirting or acting slutty like my client is doing. My client moved from a full frontal dick pic to getting on my hands and knees to try a pic of my tight ass. I think he’s just enjoying my body.

My phone got another notification from Evan possessed by his client. A shirtless photo of Evan flexing his arm in the reflection of a car. “I’m outside your dorm, babe,” Evan texted after.

“Cool, I’ll head down,” my client texted, he almost absent-mindedly left the room with my cock fully erect with only a shirt one. Thankfully, he wrapped a towel around my waist before leaving. He walked down the carpeted hallway. The soft sounds of my footfall were muted by the laughter behind closed doors. The other rich kids were enjoying their time out of class while I was effectively working. Their neighbor and classmate possessed by a 50-something year old man. “Hey, kid,” my voice spoke to nobody in the hallway. “Your body is just beautiful. I was never that flexible to spread open my ass like that. I was so tempted to finger your tight hole, but there’s a hot stud coming over to fill your straight hole. I hope you like that.” He sounded smug as he walked toward the door. He waved to Evan and flashed my abs before opening the dorm doors.

“Hey, bro,” Evan said. He still had no shirt on, choosing at random times to stretch his arms and rest his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps. He loved to check out his possessed body every chance he got. In the reflection of the window, he made sure his arms were bulging. My body on the other hand just seemed eager to drag Evan up to the room. Wearing a towel out in the hall seemed such a poor choice. It could barely hide my erection. “What’s the hurry? Don’t you just want to enjoy this moment?” Evan said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck, kissing softly along my back. It was when his hands drifted to my straining cock that he realized how close I was to being fully nude in public. “Holy fuck, you’re a slutty twink!”

They both rushed to the room. Before the door closed behind them, Evan yanked the towel my waist and started to pull my shirt over my head. My hands felt along the muscly back of Evan. I kissed the smooth skin of his pecs, trailing down his stomach. My client gave each ab attention before sinking to his knees to unbutton Evan’s pants. Yanking down his underwear, a girthy cock sprung out. My client wrapped my lips around it, twirling my tongue around his cock, licking around his shaft, and then sucking each testicle as Evan moaned overhead.

Evan picked me up (yes, his body is that strong) and flung me on the bed. He twirled me around and started eating out my ass. My client moaned and struggled to get up on his hands, but Evan, with a push from his hand, pushed him back down while still rythmically plunging his tongue in my hole. My hands gripped the blankets of my bed and my toes clenched and my legs wrapped around Evan’s thick torso. He had a classic footballer’s physique and he told me (while we hanged out together—not possessed) that he loved how my body would always want to wrap around him. I could see that now. Even with his tongue in me, my body arched and pushed back like a magnet trying to connect. Finally Evan grabbed my asscheeks in his enormous hands and forced me down. Using one hand to angle his cock, he plunged into my ass. He pounded me without fatigue until sweat poured from his face onto my back. I’m straight, but I share pleasure with the client; I was flooded with ecstasy. My client came while Evan rode me. My cock spasmed and sprayed on my bed covers and swung flaccidly between my legs with each thrust. Evan let out a loud grunt as he finally ejaculated ropes of cum in my hole. When he pulled out, my client whimpered at the immense loss.

He tried to pull Evan’s arm so that they could embrace in the bed, but Evan was already pulling on his underwear.

“I thought we could hang out a bit more,” my client said with my voice. My twink body was pathetic. It glistened with sweat and shivered despite the heat. My client crossed my legs, holding in the cum like handfuls of rain in the desert.

“Sorry, I was just looking for a quick fuck. No hard feelings though. Your ass was great.” Evan said. “I gotta go. I’m up for something later, but I’ve also been texting this other guy too, so…” Evan picked his pants and left.

Damn, Evan’s client was a go getter. He did have only a day left. No doubt he was trying to get all the college ass he could get. His client was a 30-something man who worked a desk job at an insurance company. Younger than most clients, the clients till fit the bill. He was overweight, balding, and seemed to have missed the opportunities of youth. Now he was overcompensating by riding the body of a gay jock around a college campus.

My client laid back in bed with cum lazily dripping from my ass. He stared at the ceiling. On my first day of moving in, I stuck on plastic glowing stars. It reminded me of my old room, but to my client it seemed too childish and kitsch. He often looked around my room and criticized what I owned. They seemed the play things of child who didn’t get what life was about. Why focus on playing my electronic keyboard when I could be enjoying my youth fucking around? Why study chemistry when I was cute enough to model and make easy money? Right now, my client thought back to his life with his estranged wife and kids who were older than the body he was in now. An eternity of regret seemed to pass by when I hesitantly reminded him that my Computer Science class was about to begin and to shower.