"Quit fooling Jack," I growled as I framed the picture. "Act your age!"
He smirked and looked at me. "What, my real age or Tommy's?"
"Your boy's age, you dope," David said with a sigh.
Jack covered the lens. "This is how my boy smiles for the camera, I should know!"
"Come'n Jack, don't spoil the day," David moaned.
"Just chill will you guys, I just want picture," I told them.
David moved the trophy making sure it obscured his tackle. "Can't believe I'm doing this."
"David, forty years ago it was the three of us winning the trophies. My boy didn't believe me when I told him."
"Same here," Jack chirped in.
"I guess, Cody didn't believe me either," David moaned.
"They laughed when I told them we could just as easy win the State Championship."
David pulled at his cheek. "But we couldn't have done it without the boys."
"True," I agreed, "but it's not just stamina and strength. Its technique, skill and knowledge as well. Our boys are good, but there not as good as us--yet."
David shook his head, "I did tell them."
"So they called our bluff, and agreed. When you took Cody into the bedroom, and then came back out ten minutes later. They thought it was a joke," I said.
"Your boy's face was a picture when I yanked Cody's mouth open and pulled his face back."
I laughed, "Yeah, funny as hell."
"Just hope my wife doesn't find out!" Jack whispered and nudged me.
"Don't talk to me about wives, she's been a bitch since the divorce," I muttered. "I just want to get out of here before she gets back."
"So where is she?"
"Spa weekend, she won it in competition. Said I'd come over and keep the boy company. Just as long as she wasn't there!" I looked up the clock. "She'll will be back soon, so lets wind this up and get our boys back."
We lined up again and I took the picture.
"So what do we do?" David asked pulling on some shorts.
"Go back home, get out of Cody; the same way you got inside him. Then lay him out on his bed." I handed them a syringe. "Jab them with this, he'll be back after a few minutes."
"Simple as that?" Jack asked getting dressed.
"Simple as that," I repeated. "Look, the woman will be back soon so I'm going to have to leave my boy. Can you come around and check on him Jack? I mean after you've seen to Tommy."
"Sure, will do."
After pulling on some clothes, I followed them to the back door, and watched them leave with their trophies. "What a day!" I sighed.
I went to the bedroom and took another picture. "You outsmarted them all," I said to myself and chuckled, "the idiots." From the draw I collected all the syringes, must have been about eight. Laying on the bed, I got comfortable. Hopefully Jack would turn up soon.
"Matt?" I heard Jack call out. I groaned a little, and closed my eyes. A strong hand gently shook me, I opened my eyes and saw Jack standing over me.
"How you feeling Matt?" He asked.
I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. "Like I've been turned inside out and sucked dry," I muttered--damn I was good. Standing up, I wobbled a little and steadied myself against the dresser. Then I slipped a syringe into my palm.
Looking up at Jack, I crumpled and he reached forward and caught me. As he held me, I flipped the cap off the needle and stuck it in his ass.
"What the fu--", he cried, but didn't finish. Within moments, he'd collapsed, staring at me with a confused expression. He breaths were quick; short and sharp. His brows worked, and I watched as his gasps slowed, then I knew it was over when his eyes glazed over.
Reaching down, I pushed on his muscular chest; it caved in, only confirming that the juice had done its work. I grinned and started to remove his clothes. The reveal was breathtaking, he used to be Marine. He'd looked after himself, and I knew he spent a lot of time training. He joked about his wife, but I knew he got plenty, that was something I wanted to taste, she was a babe--considering.
I shucked what little clothes I was wearing, and looked at the naked torso in front of me--he was a big man.
Sitting at Jack's head, I pulled at his mouth and began to squeeze myself into his mouth and down his throat. Inch by inch, I forced myself deeper inside the man. Limb by limb, I made what had belonged to him--mine, taking control, I animated the Marine. Becoming the man, that I always looked up to.
Flexing, I began to feel like his body had always been mine. I reached up with his big hands and pulled his face over mine.
Coughing, I cleared my throat. "Jack Barkley," I said in a confident, deep voice. "Perfect." My reflection gave no clues to what was hidden below, I dressed in his clothes; shorts and a v-neck.
I kneeled at the foot of the bed, and felt around underneath. "Come on, I know you're there somewhere." I felt something warm, and grabbed it and pulled. A leg, then another, followed by a torso. I pulled the remainder clear and held it up by the shoulders.
"Sorry dad, but I wasn't going to let you wear me--that's just sick!" I threw the body onto the bed. "Fooled your buddies, but then I just had to be myself."
"Tommy told me Jack here was taking him hunting in a few days. Couldn't pass that up. Besides, Jack's got an awesome body; and I'd be the man of the house."
I started to roll up my dad's body. "Still I wasn't going to tell them I was going back with you for a two week break." Stuffing the suit in a trunk, I pushed it to the back of the closet. "Don't want mom finding you, that would be awkward." I picked up the remaining syringes and put them in my pocket. "No reason why I can't have some more fun later!"
Rubbing the heavy pec through my t-shirt, I let out a groan and left.
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