Tight Fit

by Erick S.

“You sure you’re OK with this?” Clayton asked, standing behind his friend, Roland, “Gonna be a tight fit.”

“Yeah,” Roland said, “I’m sure.”

“I appreciate this so much, Rol,” Clayton said, placing his beefy hands on Roland’s shoulders, “Giving me the chance to be in your body this weekend to try and get with Dan. Don’t know why he always looks right past me when we’re hanging out. Too busy checking you out, I guess. Heh.”

“Well you can have him,” Roland said, “Don’t know what you see in him, but my body’s yours for this weekend to do whatever you want with him. Just like I promised. Not backing out of it, OK? You’re my best bud, Clay, and I love ya. There’s literally no one else I would let do this.”

“Thanks, Rol,” Clayton said as he wrapped his arms around his friend in a big bear hug.

He massaged Roland’s back for a moment, getting it to loosen up a little bit, and then he started to inch himself inside Roland’s more compact frame. It was definitely going to be a tight fit. But with Roland’s full cooperation, Clayton was able to slide all the way in, filling up every last inch of space within his friend. He let out a groan and cleared his throat.

“Hello? Hello?” he said, testing out Roland’s voice, “Oh wow.”

He twisted and turned his torso in the locker room mirror and watched Roland mimic his every move flawlessly.

“Don’t know if you can hear me, but definitely can’t thank you enough, Rol,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, “Dan’s going to love this!”