Hustler Sinbad: Book Two: Karl

Travis Hanft


By Jason Jarman

I nod my head. I feel good now. He kisses me--a long, intense tongue-touching expression of love. I'm hard as a rock again. My dick slaps his leather-clad chest.

He smiles. He fingers my dick for a moment, then hesitates. "Yeah, we better wait an take care o that some more tomorrow night. But right now, I gotta jet."

I don't know what to say.

"Thanks, Travis. You're a cool dude."

"You're a cool dude, too, Sinbad."

"'Night." He leaps up silently into the night sky. I watch him soar off into the distance. His belt buckle shoots out some sparks like a silent thunderstorm.

I tuck his phone number into my pocket. Then I concentrate to get my cock to settle down. I zip up and button my leathers. Then I stroke the buckle of my magic belt. I whisper "Shalah karali utum," and then I leap up into the sky.

I feel the wind whistle past me. It's so silent up here. I can only distantly hear the sounds of the world below. I can see so clearly. It's like the sun is shining. I head on towards home. I know that Dad has a ton of reports to fill out. He might be gone all night.

I suddenly realize that I need my keys. I double back to the roof where I became a muscle god. My leather pants are still there. The belt that got me started is still in the pants. I pull it out, as a souvenir. I strap it around my waist and buckle it below my new magic belt. I shake the other pants and hear the jingle of my keys. I can still wear these when I'm "normal," and they were a gift from my lover, Byron, so I'll keep them.

The apartment is completely dark and silent when I get home. I had to land a couple of blocks away, in a vacant lot. Then I unbuckled the real magic belt and tucked it under my arm. I concentrated hard and got my body down to a size that would win a bodybuilding show in a heartbeat. Just knowing that I could become like Sinbad anytime I put on the belt made me feel great.

I caught a glimpse of my face in the reflection of a mirrored window. It was weird. It was part me, and part what I looked like when I wore the belt. I stood there, willing my muscles to shrink down, and willing my face to become Travis again. My hair changed from blond to brown. My eyes changed color. My face became more lean and less masculine. Finally, I was me again. Or, at least, who I once was. It's crazy, but I like it. I'm going to be two people from now on.

When I got home, I undressed, and hid the magic belt, the leather pants and the trench- coat. Dad doesn't look around my room, so I didn't have to get too complicated. I hung the magic belt on a nail in the wall, in the back of my closet. When I held the belt, the buckle pumped and beat like my heart. I had to resist the temptation to put it on again.

I stood naked, before my mirror. I was built like the best bodybuilder you ever saw. My cuts had cuts on top of them. My dick was a foot long. It stood up high and hard. I took the old belt and put it around my waist. I posed for myself in the mirror, and got really turned on at my own muscles. I jacked off 10 times in a row. Each time felt better than the last.

Then I took off the old belt and slung it over my chair. I crawled under the covers, naked, and fell into a blissful sleep. Before I drifted off, I heard Dad come in. He sighed, emptied his pockets, and walked down the hallway. He opened my room door just a crack. He saw me in bed. From the light in the living room, I could see him smile. I was safe, and the city was safe, and for all he knew, I was just a good boy who loved his dad and made good grades and liked to play XBox. Let him believe that. It will bring him peace of mind.

I slept late, and in the morning, when I woke, I wondered if it was all a dream. I had a hard-on. I pulled back the covers, and my foot-long dick stood up high. I got up and saw my reflection. I was lean, but still pretty buff.

Then I opened the closet door. I saw the leather pants and the trench-coat. And, hidden in the back, hanging on the wall, my magic belt waited for me. Fingers of lightning sparkled in the darkness. I touched it and the buckle pulsed, in time to my heartbeat.

"Put you on later," I whispered to it. Then I jacked off quickly, to get my cock to settle down enough that I could go into the living room and eat breakfast. Fuck, I was hungry. I heard Dad stir around in the kitchen. I couldn't wait to see him.

Before I left my room, I looked in the mirror, to make sure I was me again. The face of Travis Hanft smiled back at me. A very buff Travis, but Travis nonetheless. I put on an big, baggy sweat-shirt, and it hid the muscles enough that I could pass inspection. This was the first day of a brand new life for me. I had no idea where it would take me. But I was ready for whatever came my way. •

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