Last Seandays: Student Tryouts

"Yeah, he's sleeping like a baby."

"Dude, you're really going to do it? I mean, he's your dad!" Marcus whispered.

"Look, I've been inside you at school for the past few days and now they want to know why I've not been there! I think a call from my dad telling them I've been sick will work."

"But I let you inside me," Marcus grins. "Shit, and what a feeling as well. Won't your dad remember stuff? I mean I did, kinda cool really."

"It won't be for long, just enough time to make the call. He'll think it's a dream I hope."

"Just do it man," Marcus said biting his lip.

Gently I moved his arm, I'd already slipped something in his drink but I was just being cautious.

Climbing on top, I began to align myself with my dad's stocky body below. I thought about the times I'd seen him back from the gym, and secretly wished that I was built like him. I felt him breathing, then his beard on the back of my neck. I gulped and said the words, he lurched and yelled, but it was too late as I fell into his husky frame.

I laid there for a moment, looking up at the ceiling.

There was a voice in the distance, "You OK?"

Looking over I focused on Marcus. "Yes, I'm in," I murmured. "Shit, he's awake in here."

Marcus smiled, "No way, I thought you'd spiked his drink!"

"He is so pissed!" I got up and stretched my stolen body, "Might as well make the most of it."

"What are you going to do?"

I made the call to the school, telling them I wouldn't be in for a few days. "Be the big man of course," I replied.

Marcus was blushing. "So you can read him? I mean, like, you'll be able to fake being him?"

"Got everything," I grinned at Marcus. "And yeah, he's noticed you watching him when he comes back from the gym," I chuckle. "He kinda likes it."

"Shit!"

"So," I say taking Marcus' hand, "lets go to my room and you can explore his body all you want."

Marcus didn't say anything as I led him to my dad's bedroom; and my dad's voice in my head didn't complain either.