Needless to say, I made my excuses and told my family I'd be seeing a friend over the weekend. Mark had booked a double at the hotel and sent me the address. Grant had left for the hotel's gym, and I'd met with Mark in their room. I was excited at the thought of getting inside Grant and spending the whole weekend with Mark.
I followed Mark to the gym. It was virtually empty and I could see Grant's impressive stature from across the weight room. "Thought you were going to bottle out," he shouted over to Mark above the clank of metal as he dropped the weights.
"No chance," Mark retorted and flexed a bicep. I made my way across the room and started with some light weights to warm up. Grant glanced over, but didn't take any notice.
After an hour when he removed his vest and wiped himself down I decided it was time. As he was posing in front of the mirror, I casually walked up behind him. He looked at me as I studied his form, "You look in great shape, how long have you been working out?"
He looked at me in the mirror. "Three years--on and off," he replied. I glanced at Mark who'd stopped working his chest and was watching me with a grin.
I flexed my arm, "How long do you think it would take for me to get a body like yours?"
"You're already pretty pumped as it is, maybe six to eight months?"
"Wrong, about five seconds," I snorted and easily slipped into his back. I felt a familiar rush as all that was Grant became available to me. Sandy had taught me well, and possessing someone was just as easy as blinking.
I turned and looked at Mark, "I'm done here," I sniffed at my armpit, "and I need a shower," I added with Grant's gravelly voice. Mark joined me and traced my shoulders, pecs and abs with his hand. I flexed a powerful bicep and he kissed it. "You like that?" I asked him.
"Sure do, brother-in-law. but now I think you should shower, because you stink."
With a confident swagger I headed for the showers, Mark followed me. In the steaming showers we washed each other, I laughed to myself wondering if this was the kind of bonding that Grant was expecting.
Wrapped in luxurious robes we headed back to the room, I wasn't shy in Grant's body and dropped the robe as soon as we arrived. In the mirror I inspected Grant's body more closely. I touched his face, feeling the stubble, and drew in close to the mirror and stared into his grey eyes knowing that somewhere behind them I was there, in control. I felt Mark's hand on my back, "You know I still can't get used to this, I think of myself as Daniel now. But getting into someone else--this easily is still amazing.