One Night in Heaven

Derek is a stud. His body is totally ripped, not an ounce of fat to be found anywhere. He is 6’2, has dark blonde hair, eyes like two pools of pure hazel green, and slightly tanned skin.

He’s my best friend. I love Derek like the brother I never had, someone I look up to and admire. I am 5’7, skinny with a face and body that only a mother could love, shy, and very self-conscious. I live in his apartment since I don’t have any other place to go. He is there for me and I would do anything for him.

Derek frequents clubs. Whenever he walks in, all eyes will immediately turn to him. He can have anyone he wants just by throwing a glance their way. Sometimes he takes me with him however I just sit in a corner somewhere and watch as he works the room. He doesn’t take me to be mean. He is forever telling me I need to get out more, mingle with people, but it isn’t the same for me as it is for him. I go only because I don’t want to disappoint him.

“I’m going to a new club that is opening on the other side of town.” He’ll have no trouble getting in. Everyone knows him. “I want you to come with me, squirt.” “Squirt” his pet name for me. I don’t mind, not as long as it is Derek. I have to think of an excuse quick, though. I don’t want to embarrass him.

“Not tonight, Derek. I’m not feeling well.” I hate to lie to him but I have to tonight.

“Another time. Let me get you something to make you feel better.”

“No, I’ll be fine.” He won’t take no for an answer. He goes into the kitchen and in a few minutes comes back with something for me to drink.

“Here, squirt. Drink. This will help you. Bottoms up.”

What am I going to do, tell him no? He is only trying to help. I try not to gag as I hurriedly gulp his medicine. I then sit back on the couch as he gets ready to go out. I can hear him in the bathroom taking a shower. My mind races as I picture him lathering up, running his hands over that perfect body. My mini-me starts to stir down below. Wait a minute. What am I doing? Why am I fantasizing about Derek? I’ve never wanted him in that way. Never. I try my best to calm down. I can’t let him see me worked up.

He emerges from his room like Apollo descending from Olympus to bestow beauty upon the world. He is going commando in tight black leather pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Feeling better?” he asks as he puts on his black silk shirt and boots. This must really be a special night for he is wearing clothes that only Derek can pull off in such exquisite style - his “all black, hot as hell” look. Someone is going to get lucky tonight.

I am beginning to get woozy. Must be that medicine he gave me. I guess I’m going to get a good night’s sleep while he is gone.

“Take care of yourself, bro. I’ll see you later.”

I should go to bed, but I don’t think I can make it. I’ll just sleep here on the couch for a while.

I am having the most amazing dream. I am going to this hot new club where lots of people are trying desperately to get in. I walk up to the doorman and he lowers the rope to let me go inside. The place is incredible. I scope out the bar – no worthwhile action there so I make my way to the upper deck. Once upstairs I look down at the dance floor and spot my target for the night. He is one gorgeous hunk of man – nice physique and a killer smile. I make my way back downstairs and head straight to the hunk. We talk for a while and then make our way outside. He tells me his name is Steve and invites me over to his place, which happens to be just a short walk from the club. I ask the doorman to keep an eye on my wheels so I know they will be safe while I am gone. Steve and I head over to his pad to get to know each other a little better. That is when I wake up.

Where am I? I must still be groggy from the medicine because this certainly doesn’t look like our apartment. I fumble to turn the light switch on, only to find I am in a bathroom. Not my bathroom. Damn, I’ve got to take a leak. I reach down to get mini-me out only I find I’m not wearing the clothes I fell asleep in. I’ve got tight black leather pants on…. and I don’t have anything on underneath them! What is going on? I turn around to face the mirror. Oh my god! Looking back at me is Derek! I’m in Derek’s body! My mind is reeling. How did I get into his body? I’ve got to be dreaming. Pinch yourself.

“Ouch.” That isn’t my voice. It’s his. I really am Derek. I sense another presence in the room yet I cannot see anyone else.

Hey, squirt. Like what you see? I can hear Derek talking inside my head. Yup, I’m in here with you. You’re going to have the night of your life, bro. You get to be me and have a little bit of fun for a change. You are going to love Steve. I guarantee it. So I wasn’t dreaming before? Nope. I mixed a special drink for you tonight and as soon as you fell asleep, you migrated to my body. You were with me when I entered the club and when I picked up Steve. I’ll be here with you all the way but you have control. Now go for it, stud.

I still can’t believe this is real. Yet here I am dressed in Derek’s clothes and seeing things from a completely new perspective. I can feel his confidence, his bravado and I still have to piss badly. I can barely contain myself when I grab the cock that is now mine. Taking a leak in somebody else’s body is anything but mundane. Whole new sensations go through my body as I release the hot stream into the bowl. Relieved, I walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with his sexy swagger. I am getting majorly aroused by all of this, which is a good thing because Steve is waiting in bed for me. Well, technically waiting for Derek but I am him, at least for now.

Derek’s instincts take over. I strip out of my clothes and by the time I am done I have one raging hard-on. Steve and I have the romp to end all romps. I have never had any romp before so I have no comparison but I can tell this is incredible. He is one hell of a lover. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Dawn comes and I am still in bed with Steve. Hey, squirt, time to get up. You have to get dressed and back home. I snap awake in a hurry. I don’t want to disturb Steve so I pick up my clothes and creep to the other room. What a rush putting on my clothes. I nearly come again at the sensation of sliding tight leather pants over my dick with nothing between me and the leather. Come on, stud. You can play later when we get home. Leave the phone number on the hall table and get out of here.

I leave Steve’s apartment and walk back to the club to get the car. It is early so there aren’t too many people out yet. Those that are do more than look as I walk by though. I am being ogled! Wow.

I slide behind the wheel of Derek’s red Ferrari. I have never driven this kind of car before. I’ve never driven any car before. I don’t even have a license. His know-how kicks in and soon I am cruising to our apartment.

Derek pipes up when I get home. Hop in the shower, bro. You need to get cleaned up after last night. I’ll leave you to do what you will. Enjoy.

My body is asleep on the couch still, right where I left it. I go into Derek’s room and slowly remove my clothes. If I am getting worked up just removing my clothes, what will it be like in the shower when I wash my body? I am anxious to find out.

I have taken showers many times before but none rival this experience. The water is soft and warm against my skin, making me tingle. Not-so-mini-me is beginning to stir again. I start to lather my body, slowly working my way down my pecs, past my abs and finally grabbing the magnificent shaft standing at attention. If anyone had ever told me a shower could be so sensuous, I would have laughed at them. Yet here I am, moaning and cumming over and over again. Calm down, bro. Time to get back to reality. I clean myself up, wrap a towel around my waist, and go back to Derek’s room. I am exhausted from all the fun so I just collapse on his bed.

“Wake up, squirt.” Derek is jostling me awake. I’m back on the couch in my own body. “So do I have to ask how you liked being me?”

I can barely manage to speak. “How? I mean why? That was the most incredible night I’ve ever had!” And I mean it because it truly was a once in a lifetime experience. I don’t think I will ever be the same.

“Come on, bro. Up and at ‘em.” Derek waits for me to get up. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. That was only the beginning.”

Only the beginning? The beginning of what? What does Derek have hatching in that brain of his? I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.