Not So 'Get Away' Vacay

  

Vincent. 

Ugh, His name was not Vincent. 

AUSTIN just wanted a little time away from his younger brother and sister. He often got stuck on babysitting duty, when his siblings weren’t even little. All so his parents got to enjoy Greece to themselves. During one of their preplanned tours, Austin saw the young men riding the small boats. They were loud and calling out to each other.

Austin remembered his dad sucking his teeth. “Kids with more money than they know what to do with.”

The thought hadn’t even formed in Austin's head yet, but an answer was given. He dropped to the ground as every single cell in his body felt supercharged. Then a pulse outward as his body ate up the energy, limbs pushing their limits. Austin could tell he was aging, getting older and hotter by the second. A chest was forming under his shirt that begged for release, each pec testing the constraints. His pants had too much going on, his bulge was obscene, and his cock was poking well beyond the waistband. Austin’s ass had split the seating of his pants, his increasingly shrinking briefs on display for everyone, and yet absolutely no one. He yelled for his parents, but the tour group had moved on. There was a twist, then a pop in his face as his jaw and facial features redefined themselves. A scuff of facial hair grew in, and a shadow of a mustache took the space above his lip.

His body freed himself from his clothes, leaving shambles around him. He laid there in a fetal position, cock heavy, spilling pre on the sidewalk as his round ass attempted to eat his briefs. No one was amused, or disgusted. They didn't see it. Just walked around and avoided the young man.

A bright flash and Austin was on his own boat. His head filled with knowledge of another name, another life. That of a spoiled, only child. A man of 28, who truly had nothing better to do than mess about in Greece. Vincent Alistar. 

The boys from earlier were calling him. They were all Vincent's friends from boarding school in this reality. Austin had thought his unmade request was for a little time away. A quick getaway. He rode around having fun, telling jokes, drinking their drinks. They rode out far into the sea and landed upon an island. Nothing but an excuse for the guys to all strip naked and have fun around in their birthday suits like at boarding school.  Austin, taken in by this camaraderie, shucked his own shorts, and ran after the guys. His cock flapped about and slapped his thighs. All the dudes were swinging heavy meat. It seemed the rich really did pass on good genes.

The racing turned into tackling, which devolved into wrestling and, soon all the guys were making out. Each and every one capable of scoring any girl they wanted, but preferring to be there with their bros. They laid in the sun tanning and stroking their cocks to nothing but each other.

There was an ease to being Vincent that Austin found alluring. He began to doze along with the other guys. Before he fell into slumber land, His eyes snapped open. He couldn’t stay here. He wanted to get home! He had fun, but when did it end? He pulled himself from the sleeping bodies, found his shorts, and hopped into his boat. Vincent knew exactly how to pull off, racing through the water. The further he went, the more Vincent forgot about Austin. He stopped in the middle of the sea and tried to recall Austin memories. He looked out at the docks and shore. He couldn’t remember his siblings' names or his parents' faces. What was he going to do, run up the shore and start asking people where his family was? 

So much for a quick getaway.