Protection

by Slick Psych

“Perfect,” I thought. Jaun was passed out on the bed asleep. “Now is my chance to move.”

Juan and I had been college roommates about a decade ago. He was the charismatic and amiable guy, able to befriend anyone due to his penchant for fun and seemingly facile prowess at making people feel at ease. I had always admired him. It’s like nothing in the world could ever seriously stress him out. We remained roommates thru our first two years at State; then, he had to drop out and use his tuition money to help support his extended family as they crossed the border and started new lives here in America. We kept in touch as I finished University; and though it was obvious that his unexpected responsibilities had definitely sobered him and demonstrated that the cruelty of our fellow man can at times outshine the most noble of sacrifices, he was still that sanguine friend who I loved.

Months transformed to years and after a string of small jobs, internships and further schooling, I finally achieved my professional ambition and became the Regional Director at a burgeoning small machines corporation based in Texas. Juan and I stayed in contact – because he was a true friend. Now, because I’m a good guy (I’d like to think), I felt as though his good deeds should also be returned in kind. So, after finishing University, I began to send him a humble fraction of my earnings.  At first, he resisted and would send the money straight back to me. Knowing that persistent insistence would eventually change his mind, I kept sending. Slowly, my weekly gifts of $10 dollars turned to $20. Then $30. This exponential growth was likely a non-verbal indicator to Juan that I was doing ok and that I wanted him to have the money that I sent to him. He tracked me down online, and after he received the money, he would Skype me to tell me how he planned to spend it. The man operated on nothing less than supreme integrity.

Our internet chats and calls became weekly for about four years straight. He became my confidant, and I his. I shared with him my romantic disappointments, my numerous frustrations, my jokes, and my few moments of ephemeral serenity. And he to me gave his emotions, thoughts, and musings. Since his family was socially conservative due to their “need” to assimilate to America, he had his reservations about being a gay male. Since I grew up in fairly comfortable and safe surroundings with full familial support, I had virtually with no reservations about expressing that part of me – save the typical ones, I suppose. I frequently invited him to stay with me and live a comfortable life – one free of his responsibilities and stresses. I wanted him to fall in love with me. I desired for him to let me be his protector and his savior. Since I am a straight-shooter, I told him this as soon as I realized it. He smiled, kissed  quickly me on the lips, and assured me that he was strong enough to take care of himself.  Juan never thought about the future, and after he denied me I slowly realized that it wasn’t because he was a carefree soul.

For the next five years, as I climbed the professional ladder and he continued to struggle with his growing familial responsibilities, we maintained a sort of long distance friendship. Knowing that I was in love with him kept him slightly emotionally distant; and I found that he once again started to refuse my financial assistance at times. I assured him that I had no need for the money and that if he were my partner, as I had fantasized him to be, he would receive that and then more. I even told him that what I sent to him was meant to keep me from idling the money away on frivolous things like sex for pay or capricious stocks that I knew had no merit. But our emotional needs were so intertwined that we never drifted far apart even in our different opinions on things. So, I hit him where I knew he couldn’t refuse: week-long retreats once every six months or so. The man was constantly tired, and I knew that these escapes were what he always looked forward to the most… I always thought that it is such a shame: if he could only be with me, his life would be so much better. I was jealous that I could not have him all the time; soon, I realized that I was obsessed with Juan and that I just didn’t want to have him…

I wanted to be in him. I wanted One flesh, One mind, One entity. We never had sex, and I wondered if this was just my way of coping with intense physical desire that were unfulfilled. It made no sense that we kept ourselves from embracing each other; we had such a fulfilling emotional and spiritual connection that was arguably sweeter than any salty white substance that came from a penis. Still, physical intimacy would be icing on the cake – literally. I wanted it badly; and if I couldn’t get it from him, I figured that I could get it in him.  

 I gathered myself mentally as he slept there on my bed in his white Polo shorts. I looked at his smooth brown chest and large maroon nipples that rest on his meaty pectorals. I love the arched position that his leg and thighs take when he lays down for a cat-nap. It’s almost as if he expects that he’ll get right back up. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch as his bushy caterpillar eyebrows furrow from the shaking. He’s a heavy sleeper because he’s so tired all the time. I take his left foot in my lap and begin massaging it. His toes are stubby with little black hairs on the tops of them. I rub my pale hand up and down his brown leg, admiring his strong calf muscles and the silky black furs that add a manly exquisiteness to his body. His left hand that lay straight out on the bed moves just a little, and I see his lips almost smile.

I begin to chant the spell. Quickly I feel my body evaporating, becoming gaseous and losing its finite space. Before my eyes dissolve, I see what appears to be every pore of Juan’s body enlarging as if to breathe me in.

I slowly open my eyes. I lift my tan left arm up to my face and use my right hand to rub the dark black hair on my arms. It feels so silky. My previous body had no hair on my arms, chest, or legs. This thought alone excites me and I feel my penis stir. Almost as if it were playing peek-a-boo, I see the beautiful light brown head of it poke out from my white shorts. Guess I go commando often. I reach down to tickle the head with my index finger and for the first time, I spoke using Juan’s voice. “Mis manos son grandes.” I was glad to see that I was using Spanish when I spoke to myself. My assimilation to this body’s personality and mannerisms will be flawless. “Bueno…” I say as I see some precum form on my beautiful cock head. I lower my arched leg and lay supine on the bed. I lift my right hand and just stare at it, flipping it thoughtfully in front of my face. I look at the thin lines on my palm, then the light black hairs that coat the backside of it. “En mi viejo cuerpo, el pelo se había visto un asco. Ahora, sólo se ve sexy.” (I think that hair on my former hands would’ve looked revolting). I notice that these fingers are stubbier and definitely belong to someone who uses his hands for manual work… unlike my previous ones. I use my right index finger and thumb to rub them over my goatee. Then I used my new middle finger to feel my thicker lips and soul patch under. “Mi dios! Soy Juan… mi amor.”

I pulled my back up and sat on my bed. I blinked a couple of times and raised my new hands up to my face and started feeling it. The bone structure was so foreign to me. I felt my thick, bushy eyebrows and the close cropped hairstyle that I was sporting. I reach towards my ears and feel the earing that I have in my right ear. It would never look good on my old body. I run my fingers down my legs letting the hairs bristle them and then I arrive at my feet. They’re about size 10 and a half and there’s more black hair on the toes and tops of my foot. Something about this skin complexion and hair make it look so much more debonair. I move my legs to the side of the bed and prepare to stand up for the first time. Standing up was enough of a rush to make my snake downstairs go completely hard. My body naturally saunters; it has a swagger about it that I could never have. It’s an unfeigned bravado that comes from complete confidence. I knew that I was slightly shorter than I had been. But 5’7” is still a comfortable height. I rub my pecs and abs, and walk into the bathroom.

I immediately turned on the shower to let it warm up while I explore my body. I drop my shorts to the floor and stood naked in front of my sink mirror. I consciously make a choice to speak aloud in English, just to hear my speaking voice in that language. I like how I have an accent.

I massage my dick with my right hand and step into the shower, letting the heat build my excitement. My memories are coming in and it feels like the more that I become Juan the more I know how to please this body. I realize that as I’m taking on his likes and his dislikes, I’m learning that he is curious about anal penetration. I laugh heartily because I always thought him to be the dominant one! I spit on my stubby middle finger and start to play with the hole in my butt. My other hand reaches around to my snake and I begin to stroke furiously. I find myself making such gruff bear noises and becoming instinctively more aggressive as I near my climax. Because the sensations are so new and I do not know how to tease myself fully yet, I juice my shower wall in less than two minutes. I smile and say in my thickly accented English: “I’m glad that you are so old-fashioned my friend. If you had played liberally with your toy here I wouldn’t have squirted out half a pint of leche now!” I use my fingers to taste it. I love my new taste.

I toweled off quickly and threw on a pair of boxer briefs. I stood in the bathroom mirror just admiring myself and thinking about my next steps. 

“Ok, amor, here’s where it becomes a matter of life and death,” I speak to myself in the mirror. I then say the rest in Spanish, to confirm and assure that what I proceed to say is true.

“You know that I don’t speak fluently like I am now, and I can’t thank you enough for this gift. And I mean that all around. The spell that I spoke while you slept merged me to your body. In all truth, I am you totally. Now that it’s been an hour, I have successfully absorbed all your personality and memories. It’s a special spell that can only be spoken one time per soul. Instead of the original soul leaving the body of the desired host, the new soul cohabits with the old one. What I propose is that you allow me to stay inside you. Forever. If you consent, you’ll find that we are already in Bill’s will. He left us his inheritance. That’s enough to put us through school while still supporting our family. And, with the knowledge I retained from Bill’s life, school will be a breeze. And so will finding a competitive salaried job.”

As the dominant soul in the relationship, I had control over the body’s movements. I closed my eyes to briefly let the original Juan speak. When the original Juan opened our eyes, our body posture shifted to someone who looked like he had been released after being held underwater. Our eyes widened, and the relaxed position that we had held transformed into one of discomfort and fear. He lashed out in our heavy English accent.

“You crazy muthafucker! You can’t just take over my body and my life! I never asked for this.” He started crying. 

I let him stay in control while he composed himself. After five minutes he lifted our red eyes up to the mirror and said: “You can’t be in me like this. You just can’t. I don’t want to share my life.”

I took control and continued.

“Why not? You love me, don’t you? And now you don’t have to face your family alone.” I took our eyes up to the mirror and made them exude the confidence that I had always imagined them to show. “Baby, I love you and now we can be together.” I moved in to the mirror and kissed my lips with passion. More passion than the peck I gave Bill the night he confessed his love to me.

I see that my eyes are not red anymore.

“I love us.” I say as I hold my hand up to pretty face, cupping my chin and examining my right and left profiles.

“Me amo.” I say as I use one of my beefy fingers to make circles around my dark nipples.

“And, I would never do anything to hurt me.” I say as I flex for the first time in my glorious Latin body.

I felt myself accept me. I pulled back and started into my eyes as I began to stroke my dick. I ran a hand over my body, worshipping myself.