I was walking through Central Square, when I saw something that made my gut wrench. My bro', Josh was sitting with that queer from school. Damnit, that was the last straw. He'd been acting weird for the past few days. The other guys hand't noticed, he knew everything, played football--as he always did, but there was something different.
I'd known Josh since we were kids; knew what he liked, and what he hated. I could even second guess him, that's why were a good team when we played on the field. Its like we were connected in some way. Two days ago, during practice, I was running down the field, waiting for Josh to throw the ball. I knew he'd seen me, and I waited. I looked over at him, he was in a daze, not even looking at me, then he threw it to Jackson. I couldn't believe what I'd seen.
Throwing my hands up, I jogged back to Josh. "What the fuck? I was there, waiting for ya."
He looked bemused, "Sorry," he paused, "erm." His eyes flicked away and he frowned, "Ray," he finally added.
"What! Now you forget my name?"
"Sorry bro' slipped my mind for a moment."
I was going to rip into him when coach blew his whistle, and he just jogged off leaving me muttering to myself.
As the days passed, I noticed our usual tight bro-ness had vaporised. He'd frequently disappear by himself, and failed to turn up at our usual haunts. I texted him a few times, asking what the fuck was up, but I never got an answer.
Seeing him with this guy was completely alien, Josh was straight, a real jock! Damn the guy was leaning on him, close enough to kiss!
Dodging into the shadows, I watched. They talked for a while, then Josh got to his feet and walked towards the coffee shop; I followed.
He headed to the back of the shop, for a leak I'd guessed. As he opened the door, I pushed him through and into the large bathroom, locking the door behind me.
"What the hell!" He shouted as he spun on his heals. "What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to know why you're jerking me around, who are you and what have you done with my bro'?" I said as a joke, but the colour from his cheeks faded, then he looked away.. He tried to push past me, but I held him back.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, shrinking away from me. "I'm Josh McIntyre."
His attitude and presence were a reflection of the Josh I knew. I was losing my patience. Lunging for him, I punched him in the stomach expecting him to protect himself; we often roughed each other up, but he buckled and crumpled to the floor.
Pulled him to his feet, I slammed him against the wall. I came in close, staring him down, barring my teeth. "Who are you, because you're not my bro'!"
It had been a rhetorical question, but Josh answered.
"Ok, Ok, I don't know how you figured it out, but I'm not Josh."
I tightened my grip on his shirt. He was wearing Josh's clothes, he looked and sounded like him, hell he smelt like him. I started to breath hard, and a tightness strained against my pants. Damn, he smelt so good.
"Explain!" I shouted in his face.
"I'm just wearing him, I didn't want to--I swear!" he bleated. I said nothing, just stared at him. "It was Sam's idea!"
"Is that the prick you were outside with?"
"Yeah, he's been inside your friend for a few days now, but he wanted--"
"What? What, what did he want?"
He swallowed hard, "To go on a date with your friend, be seen in public together. He's even booked a hotel." He begins to blush, "And you know. He-he wanted to know what it would be like to be fucked by the star quarterback," he stuttered. "I've only been wearing him for a few hours!"
I slammed him against the wall again, "So who are you, who the fuck are you. Tell me, or I'll hurt you real bad!"
"Raymond, Sam's boyfriend," he whispered.
"Get the fuck out of my friend," I hissed, stepping back.
He gave me a sheepish look, "What are you going to do?" I didn't reply, only watched as he removed Josh's clothes. I let out a grunt, and pushed at the increasing bulge in my pants.
He pushed his fingers into his mouth and pulled outwards. Josh's perfect face disfigured as it stretched to ridiculous proportions. From inside his mouth I could see a nose, some eyes and a pasty forehead as the occupant struggled to free himself.
The face that appeared was younger than both Josh or Sam. As he worked his way free of Josh's body I could see that he had a lean body which contrasted to my friends.
With Josh's lips stretched around his waist, he looked up at me, then turned to face the wall. He then continued to pull my friend's body over his ass and down his legs. Finally he kicked himself free and turned to face me, his hands covering his groin.
I looked down at Josh. "How do I get him back?"
"You don't have to do anything, just leave him for an hour and he'll go back to just how he was before."
"Jesus, what a fuck up. He's going to need therapy after this."
Sam smiled. "No, he won't remember anything--not while he's like that."
"But you said the other guy was inside him? He was acting just like him, but I noticed subtle things--because I've known him so long."
Sam sucks on his lip. "Well, once you're wearing him, you sort of get his memories, like reflections, but that's all," he said. "There's no clues on how to act like him. Sam's aced his drama class, and can play the straight jock easily. He's been studying your friend for a few weeks."
I scowled at the kid in front of me, "That's sick!"
He took a step back. "So what are you going to do with me?"
Looking around, I noticed the storage room. "Get in there," I demanded. He compiled, and I locked the door behind him.
I looked down at my friend--my crush for the past ten or so years. I was bi, but I'd not told anyone even Josh. I grabbed his shoulders and lifted him; he was heavy. I held he close, throwing his flaccid arms over my shoulders. I took a deep breath, taking in his smell. I felt my dick shift again. I held up his head, it resembled my friend, but it was disfigured without any support. I looked into his brown, lifeless eyes, for a moment before kissing him. I knew in an hour, this would be just a memory, mine, not his. This was my dream, but it felt just as empty as Josh.
Sighing, I let him drop to the floor, his handsome face looked up at me. His perfect hair, eyes and lips; not to mention the rest of his physique. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, the kid had said I should just leave him for an hour and he'd come back. Back to as we were before, us being best buds, but him not knowing how much I lusted after him.
While he was like this, he wouldn't remember anything.
I thought about Sam, he'd be wondering where Josh was, or where Raymond was--wearing Josh. Shit, I hadn't had a good fuck for weeks.
"Sorry bud, but needs must and you're not going to remember any of this anyway."
Stripping off my clothes, I grasped Josh's mouth and pulled it open. A waft of air escaped, this time it wasn't my friends, it was young and flowery--Raymond's sweat.
I began to feed in my feet, guiding them down into Josh's. I pulled up his athletic legs, and after some frustrating few minutes I managed to force my hardened member inside my friends. I marvelled at its sight. I'd seen it in the showers; thick and long, with a neatly clipped bush, but never from this angle. I touched it, and instantly felt a shiver snake up my spine. It bobbed slowly, and it took me a few moments to realise--for the moment--it was just a sheath, and I was animating it. That thought motivated me, and I continued to pull on Josh's body.
The feeling was amazing as I made his muscular arms, chest and shoulders my own. I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that admiring the body I had lusted after for so long. But in my mind there was a problem, it was blemished, with my head atop his body. I wasted no time in completing my transformation, and closed my eyes before quickly secured his face over mine.
I opened my eyes and looked at Josh in the mirror. I peered in closer, my blue eyes were gone, in their place my friend's deep brown ones. I checked for any flaws in the disguise, but it was perfect, just as when I'd seen Raymond wearing it earlier, and Sam before that.
Then I felt a soft prickling in my mind, then Josh's memories blossomed. Everything was there, I could feel it all. Then I sensed something else, a second set of memories. I frowned, then they came through bright; they were Raymond's! A side effect? I asked myself.
I was able to recall his plan with Josh--no Sam who was wearing Josh! The way he tenderly took Raymond's hand and led him into the locker rooms after school. The rough foreplay, something I'd expect of the real Josh, only to be followed by gentle show of affection that had to be Sam's personality surfacing.
Then I could see Josh pulling at his mouth, a sharp tug and Sam's face being revealed. Later I could sense Raymond's excitement as he pulled on my friends body. It was all there!
I looked at the storage room where Raymond was, then with a grin I snapped off the key in the lock. I got dressed in Josh's clothes, I knew how he liked to wear them. Pulling at the t-shirt, I made sure that it exposed maximum cleavage. I checked the mirror again and plucked at 'my' hair--he was, no, I was perfect.
I left the bathroom, and turned the sign on the door to say, 'closed for cleaning'. I was walking tall, confident and cocky--after all I was the star quarterback.
Wandering back to Sam I sat down.
"You were a long time," he said.
I smirked and flexed a bicep. "Yeah, sort of got caught up in the moment."
"Well, don't get too attached," Sam said, "I want him back tomorrow."
Leaning in I kissed Sam, using Raymond's memories I played the part with perfect precision. After a minute I pulled away leaving Sam gasping.
"Wow!" Sam exclaimed. "You alway were the best kisser, but with his body, it was just so much hotter!"
I smiled. "Shall we go?" We got up, and Sam led the way, I took his hand and we walked to the hotel.
I'd been acting straight all my life, with Raymond's memories it would be easy to fool Sam.
I leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear, "You know this guy has to be a top, just like in the locker rooms when you were wearing him."
Sam looked over, a sceptical expression on his face. "You think you can pull off the arrogant jock?"
"Fuck yeah, you little queer," I said with a grin.
The truth being, I could pull off the perfect Josh as well. Sam may have studied him for a week, but I've known him for years. With his memories, and what I've learnt over time, I can fill in the cracks and pull off the perfect act.
Sorry bro' but what better way to experience your crush than on the inside. Seriously, I feel for you Josh. When you find out your best bro' has gone missing, I know you'll be cut up about it, but life goes on.
You'll tell them how much of an impact I made on your life, and you'll wish I was safe wherever I was...
...where in reality, I'm deep inside you, being the alpha jock!
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