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Borrowing His Body Ch. 02

By: erotic_synchronicity



As I have said before, this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Thanks for any and all feedback. Hope you enjoy!

Since I forgot this in the first part...

Disclaimer: all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+

Part 2

--Jake--

It seemed like the shortest sleep I'd ever had: the kind of sleep where you swore you just closed your eyes five minutes ago and the only way five hours had passed was because the world conspired against you and turned a little faster while you were out. The alarm was loud and annoying, but for the best (otherwise I never would have heard it). Out of habit, I swung my arm toward the right side of my bed, where I keep my alarm clock, only to realize, stupidly, that the blaring sound was coming from my left.

Shit. I was still trapped in Devlin's body. This wasn't my room or my alarm. My immediate reaction was disappointment. So much for an easy fix. I opened my eyes to find and shut off Devlin's alarm.

Moments passed as I lay staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. I was trapped. I had no clue what I was going to do, or how I was going to survive another day putting up with his stuffy family. But it was Monday, so there was school, which was an even bigger problem. Devlin couldn't be more different from me. I wouldn't be able to keep up in his advanced classes. I wouldn't be able to relate to his friends in the least. I had no idea who Devlin was: his personal life was a total mystery to me. What if he has some secret boyfriend? I thought. I'm going to freak if he does...shit, shit, shit. How could I be expected to deal with all this? What had I done to earn such a horrible fate? Why me?

A ringing from across the room pulled me out of the chaos going on in my head. Devlin's phone was going off, buzzing angrily on his bureau where I had left the thing last night. I jumped out of bed to answer it. My name was on the screen so I hit the button to answer it.

"Yeah?"

"Jake," Devlin breathed into the phone. Hearing my own voice on the other line would definitely take some serious getting used to.

"Devlin, you fucking liar." I tried not to be too pissed with the kid, but I felt really defeated, upset that what he assured me of hadn't happened.

"Jake, I'm really, really sorry. I'll admit I have no idea what's going on here." He paused, then sighed.

"Yeah, tell me about it... Okay, well if this isn't going to sort itself out anytime soon, we need a game plan, now." I wanted this problem solved, of course, but if I was stuck in Devlin's body I had to figure out how I was going to make it through the day. "I need to know how to survive a day in the life of Devlin Patterson. Honestly, I have no clue who your friends are, what classes you're in, what you do in your spare time... Look, can we meet at Hannah's Café before school starts. We really need to compare notes and make this work."

"Um sure...do you have a car I can drive? I know you can use mine. My parents permit me to drive to school every day. Mine's the grey Bonneville, third spot in the garage. You'll find my keys hanging on a hook marked with my name in the kitchen."

"Okay, yeah. You'll have to ask my mom if you can take her VW, but she works from home and lets me take it pretty often, it shouldn't be a big deal. Call me if she gives you any trouble, and don't take too long. Meet me at Hannah's in 15, okay dude?" I wasn't too worried about him getting the car. I drive it to school four out of five days a week.

"Alright, I'll see you there then. Make sure you bring all the books, binders, and notebooks you can find in my room," Devlin said, sounding a bit too cheery for my liking.

"Sure thing, grab my stuff too."

"Okay then, no problem," he responded. I almost hung up then, but a thought hit me. "Wait, Devlin?"

"Yes Jake?"

"Try not to wear anything too gay."

"Haha, no worries, you don't even have a perceivable wardrobe. It's work out gear all day every day from what I can gather."

I chuckled. "Good, that works. See you soon." I clicked off the phone while he was still saying his good bye.

Now, what the hell am I going to wear? I thought as I ripped open Devlin's jean drawer.

***************

~Devlin~

Things had gone quite well on the phone with Jake. I had expected him to be spitting mad, or at least considerably more unreasonable than he proved to be. To tell the truth, I was beside myself with consternation. This wasn't in the books, after all: every single odd happenstance any one of my various peculiar relatives had experienced had righted itself in a single day's time. That I had awoken once again to find myself in the dark, slightly malodorous habitation of Jake Currant was alarming. Though a bit thrilled to be able to spend more time in this gorgeous body, I was even more frazzled worrying what would become of me in Jake's body and of Jake in mine.

I had already thrown on some athletic gear before I gave Jake a call, so after I was through talking to him, I exited his room, proceeded to his family's bathroom, finished preparing for the day, and went downstairs.

Mrs. Currant was, once again, roosted comfortably on one of the tall kitchen chairs, intently sipping her steaming coffee. Her husband sat adjacent to her with a newspaper and a bowl of cereal. I stopped in the kitchen doorway to decide on my plan of attack: I would be brisk, quickly explain my situation, and make my request in a casual manner. I stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey Mom, Dad."

"Morning, sweetie," Jake's mom said.

"Listen, I hate to be short, but I need to meet someone downtown before school starts. Could I take your car to school, Mom?"

"Sure hun, but who are you meeting so early?"

"Um...my friend..." This was unexpected. I needed to think fast. "My friend...Christina Roslindale. You know her, right Dad?"

"Yup. All clear, Rose, dear. Let the kid be on his way, he sounds like he's in a hurry."

"Oh alright. Just be sure you get some breakfast in you, Jake. Oh and my keys are in the ignition."

"Thanks so much, Mom. Love you guys." Mission accomplished. I exited the kitchen to the garage -- I had thoroughly explored the house yesterday so I wouldn't be caught off guard not knowing my way around again -- and made my way over to Mrs. Currant's red VW. My interactions with Jake's parents had been going off without a hitch most recently; I figured I was reasonably accustomed to mimicking Jake's demeanor, and as such I was feeling fairly confident as I plopped myself down in the driver's seat. I started the car, quickly found the garage door operator, and shifted into reverse. The growing rectangle of light that inundated the garage filled me with the hope that things couldn't be quite as bad as they had the potentiality to be. I backed out into the clear air and glaring sun of the January morning, positively beaming.

***

The door to the tiny, light-filled café gave a pleasant ting as I opened it and stepped inside. Instantly wrapped in the warmth of the cozy room and the smell of cinnamon, I felt my face flush. It was freezing out, and having parked my borrowed car on the street -- the café was wildly popular, a local favorite, and its parking lot was, as expected, completely filled -- I had to walk about a minute in the bitterness of the bright morning. Despite the crowd, the wave of heat and symphony of beguiling scents was intoxicatingly inviting.

I scanned the room for Jake before realizing, not a second later, I should be searching for myself. The idea seemed silly and I chuckled lightly to myself, the sound rumbling deeply in my chest. Why my own laughter couldn't sound so masculine and sexy I have no idea. After another sweep of the café and its patrons I saw myself sitting in the corner at a table for two. Just then Jake looked up and spotted me as well. Our eyes locked.

There was something about the moment that was striking, as if I hadn't taken the situation seriously until just then when I saw my own green eyes pierce me from across the room. Jake wore a look I was certain never graced my visage. He looked callous and cockier than I ever would. After a few breathless seconds he motioned to me. I moved towards the table to join him.

For whatever reason, I hadn't noticed that there were several bagels sitting on the small table, some with egg mashed between them, others sitting next to small tubs of cream cheese. They were accompanied by two tall cups of what I guessed was coffee. I reached the table, pulled out my seat, tossed Jake's bookbag on the floor, and shucked my heavy jacket. After carefully draping the coat over the seat, I sat down.

"Hungry, are we?" I asked quizzically. Eying him, I noticed he looked like he hadn't put any thought into his attire and had dressed himself haphazardly. He looked messy and it was unsettling to see myself presented in such an unsatisfactory fashion.

"Yeah, like your tiny body could even handle half this food. No. Most of this is for you, dipshit. You're going to have basketball practice after school, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. So dig in, and make it fast." He shoved two of the plates my way. The elated mood-bubble I'd formed on the drive over popped.

I was flabbergasted, mostly because I don't eat much, ever, due to my more sensitive affinities for specific foods. This wasn't my body, though, and I had noticed that yesterday I was practically starving only eating three small meals. I picked up the bagel breakfast sandwich and started eating.

He started spreading cream cheese on one of the sesame bagels he'd purchased. "So, Devlin, I figure we only have about half an hour before we have to book it to school. While you eat, I'll give you the low-down." I issued a muffled affirmative as I all but choked on the huge sandwich I was attempting to swallow whole. He continued, unabated, "As you probably know, I'm a big athlete at school, so you have to try your hardest to not suck ass today at practice. My body will be doing most of the work for you, I'm sure, but it would help if you at least knew how to play basketball. Please tell me you do."

I forced down another bite, cleared my pallet, and responded. "I mean, I played it in gym, and I've watched a couple games, so I know the rules. It can't be that difficult."

"Yeah, we'll see. I'm praying muscle memory will save your ass. If this goes on for more than a day, I'm going to have to train you. Okay...other things you should know...right, classes. Can you grab my planner, I'll show you where I keep my schedule and locker number and stuff." I grabbed his bag from the floor, retrieved what he requested and slid the planner across the table. Then I was back to shoving food down my throat.

"Okay, here you go," he said after flipping open the small book and presenting me with it. "My classes won't be too hard for you, obviously, just don't participate too much or my teacher's will probably shit themselves. Also if you wanna fall asleep in some of them that's totally on par with my usual performance." He paused for a bit and let me finish up the first sandwich.

"Right, I'll be sure to keep that in mind," I said after swigging some barely palatable coffee -- I preferred tea, but would just deal with it. "As for my classes," I began, "You'll find a copy of my schedule in the front of all my binders. Today I should have study block, thank God, so your day shouldn't be too insufferable. As for participation, you really shouldn't. There's no way you'll have a clue what's going on, and anything you should say would prove inexpressibly...disastrous I'm sure. So just stay quiet unless called on, in which case just say you forgot to do your homework or something." I was beginning to worry. Having Jake attend class in my stead was going to be unavoidably horrible, but I had already figured as much, so I pressed on. "My locker information is on the fifth page in my planner. And after school I have jazz band, but you can just skip it and I'll smooth that over later."

I sighed. This was not going to be a good day, for either of us. Jake was staring at me with my own piercing green eyes and I couldn't take it. I looked down, to avert his gaze, and reached for my coffee.

"Devlin, this really sucks, and it's super awk."

"Yeah, I know, but there's nothing I..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, I need to know something else."

"Okay," I said, hesitating slightly.

"You don't...well, you know...have a..." He paused longer.

"Have a what, Jake?" I was confused.

"You know...a boyfriend, or something like that, significant other, whatever you call it. Please tell me you don't have one."

I flushed, though I'm sure I didn't blush as much as I would have, had I possessed my own physiognomies. I shook it off and set my jaw. "No, Jake. You don't have to worry about that. Apparently, I'm completely undesirable, so no worries," I snarked at him.

Jake froze for a second. Then for reasons beyond me, I saw the very blush I tend to hate wash across his/my face. "Oh right...okay. Well, anyway, I guess this'll be just as awkward for you, but I'm sort of seeing this girl Julie."

"Right, Julie Atherton, I know, Jake. The whole school knows." My mood had soured entirely.

"Okay, well...you should, um, finish up. We should get going."

Something had switched -- Jake grew suddenly demure in demeanor, and I was incensed and direct. At that moment, I'm sure no one would have suspected our unique circumstance, except for the fact that Jake and I were never seen together in a casual social setting.

"Yeah. We'll still be on time if we hurry." I got up and gathered Jake's things, donning his coat, tossing his bag over one shoulder.

***************

--Jake--

Devlin couldn't have been more spot on with what he said about class. I really had no idea what was going on. The kid had a full course load of AP's and all of it was way over my head. Personally, I didn't take the easiest classes possible like a lot of my friends did, just for the smooth ride through high school, but I just really couldn't keep up, especially since this was January, and all the AP nerds were prepping for their fast approaching exams. I just hoped the nightmare would end sooner rather than later.

Other than the train wreck that was first period Calculus, I found a day in the life of Devlin Patterson to be pretty interesting. To my surprise, the kid had a lot of friends. During my study block period I was swamped with nerds looking to compare notes. I spent most of the time in the library, after several of his closer friends swept into my classroom and begged me to sign out and join them there. I was embarrassed. I only knew one of their names.

So we went and sat in the library and while I wasn't busy pretending to regret not doing any of my homework for all of Devlin's AP classes when asked by his classmates for help, I found myself listening in on some pretty intriguing conversation. Apparently Devlin's two closest male friends were also gay.

"So this weekend was fun...went out...got railed." They'd just finished discussing some school gossip with Kathy, the school's notorious fag hag, who was apparently closest with this group, when Devlin's friend blurted this out. He looked like he had the winning hand in poker, so smug.

"Oh my glob, Jared! You are such a slut!" Kathy screeched, way too loud for the library. "This is literally the third weekend in the row you've gone out and had anonymous buttsex!"

Jared, I thought. So that's this guy's name. He was of average height and build, maybe a bit on the slender side. His hair and attire, however, were really far from average, and he had this chic, goth meets hipster look.

Luke, Devlin's other friend, a bit of a taller and bulkier guy, who I vaguely knew from a former class we'd had together, just sat there giggling.

"Hey, I figure there's no use in waiting till college. Everyone wants a little experience before then anyway, am I right?" Jared defended himself.

He's got a point, I said to myself, yet I was feeling really awkward. Honestly, I was curious about Jared sexploits, but I was totally unsure how to interact with his friends. So I just kept staring down at my books, figuring Devlin used his study periods to get ahead on work, and while I was pretty sure they bought it, I couldn't help listening in...

"Anyway, this guy was huge, a real meathead. It was amazing. He was so ripped! He was so ripped I didn't have to do any of the work!" Jared continued.

"Ugh, I need details!" Kathy seemed a bit too excited. I laughed to myself...

"Yeah what was it like? Did he fuck you?"

Shit. I couldn't help myself. I blurted it out, and all three of them turned to me, shocked.

"What...you guys are talking sex, how can you expect me to focus on this shit!?" I knew I was the absolute worst at imitating Devlin's speech or mannerisms. I needed coaching. These guys looked at me as if I had three heads.

"Dev, look, you know I strictly bottom, why would you even bother asking that?" Jared was frustrated, but the mood passed quickly and he was once again bubbly and bragging. "But yeah, haha, he fucked the shit out of me! He did this thing, this amazing thing where he just lifted me up and slammed me down on his cock. He was that strong! It was like nothing for him! I won't be forgetting this guy for, well, at least a few days, haha!"

"Yeah, or walking straight for that matter!" cracked Luke. Kathy and Luke laughed and I couldn't help giggling a bit myself.

These guys are fun. I was enjoying myself, and I was surprised by it. It's so easy, just not worrying and being open with other gay guys, I thought to myself. Maybe I wasn't so different from these guys. After all, we all lusted after the same sex.

***

The day moved along quickly after that, and even though there were a few homework checks and awkward moments that followed me telling Devlin's teachers I hadn't done a single page of work, I mostly brushed it off. I'd been there and done that, and besides the teachers seemed to excuse me, rather Devlin, seeing as he had a perfect record so far. Lucky asshole.

When it came time for lunch I was happy to find Kathy, Luke, and Jared heading towards me at my locker. Thankful I had the same lunch period as these guys and confident I could get along with them, even if I wasn't making any attempt at acting like Devlin with a stick up my ass and a conversational vocabulary spanning half of Webster's, I headed down to the cafeteria mostly at ease.

Let's just say, lunch was hell.

I had just sat down with my school lunch, which Kathy raised her eyebrow at and Luke outright questioned, when I was startled by some pretty ridiculous commotion coming from the general area I usually sat in with my jock friends and our girlfriends. Shit.

"Looks like one of our favorite jocks is having some lady trouble. Here's hoping he just came out!" sang Jared. He was right. I saw myself from across the crowded lunchroom. My girlfriend Julie was up in arms.

"Oh I so call dibs on his sweet ass if that's the case," said Luke.

I shot him a glance and blushed at that, but quickly turned back to the action. Just in time too, as there was a slamming sound from across the room. Shit! Julie just threw her milk on the ground! Things are getting intense! I realized most of our neighbors on this side of the caf were rubbernecking at the action. I thought it was funny. Was this how everyone else reacted to any kind of jock/cheerleader drama?

 Then I realized this was my life I was looking in on, and from the looks of it, things were pretty quickly going to shit.

***************


Borrowing His Body Ch. 02



~Devlin~

Having survived the pitiably easy classes my new friend Jake attended, managing to tame my inner Hermione and refrain from answering too many questions in class -- I'll admit I couldn't resist responding to a few inquiries regarding some of my favorite topics, which of course resulted in general class-wide bewilderment -- I thought I was sailing smoothly through the rest of the day till it came time for the dreaded sports practice after school. I couldn't have been more misguided in this assumption.  

When I had first arrived at school, I vaguely noticed a crowding group of girls, too numerous for the space they were occupying in the hallway, glaring at me. It was some sort of group cold shoulder attempt, but I found it comical as half of them, buried there in their huddling flock, seemed not to notice me till I had already passed them. I looked back to see all of them staring after me with these sour pusses on. All it did was amuse me.

Apparently, however, this meant trouble, and it met me, rather unexpectedly, in the cafeteria during first period lunch. I had just finished history, my favorite subject, and was seated with a detestable but ostensibly obligatory school lunch, avoiding conversation with my jock "friends," quietly musing to myself about Jake's experience in my own body and how I would normally have first period today with Kathy, Jared, and Luke, my three best friends. That's when I was, in my mind, subjected to random cruelty.

Out of nowhere, someone roughly pushed my shoulder. So I turned to face my discourteous assailant.

Julie Atherton, captain of the cheer squad -- she was a towering, built, blonde beauty -- having experienced a sufficiently dissatisfying weekend with her "supposed boyfriend," apparently thought that, "going home with another girl after a party at her house" and "refusing to text back to any of her, like, 17 texts," or "pick up when she called five times yesterday," constituted a break up.

I was so shocked, I couldn't even think, and as such my triggered response was unscripted and hardly thought out.

"Fine by me." I sassed back at her.

Things I excelled at: obtrusive social faux pas. Case in point.

Instantly, the table of jocks erupted in a chorus of, "Oh shit," "You've got to be shitting me," "Hot damn," and several other examples of typical colloquial expressions of shock.

Yet Julie almost instantly silenced them. "Are you...fucking kidding me?!" She was infuriated. "After seven months of dating, and so little sex I basically had to beg you for it! Strap you down, more like it! You're just going to go fuck Christina!?" She was working up tears now. "Really, Christina, over this!?" She gesticulated to her body in an outright expression of conceit, breaking the thin veil, that which normally did such a poor job of masking her vanity. As if everyone didn't already know how obsessed with herself she was...

Now, I may be bookish and pedantic, a bit on the timid side, and allergic to confrontation, but there is one thing I cannot stand, and that's spoiled, primped, and pampered bitches. I minded my own business, and though I knew I was only encountering this kind of trouble because of the bizarre body swap I'd experienced, I simply couldn't not react to such absurdity. So, reaching deep down, I made my best attempt at macho jock...

"Yeah bitch, you know what? I finally realized what a shallow bitch you are. You can get lost."

This earned me some points with the peanut gallery. One guy motioned to give me a high five, but before I could react...

"What!?!" Julie screeched, again. "No, this is not what happens to me! I don't get dumped like this, you asshole!" With that she grabbed my milk carton and whipped it to the ground. "YOU ARE SUCH A DOUCHEBAG!" She screamed, grabbed a water bottle from one of her girlfriend's hand, popped open the top and sprayed it all over me.

The jocks were dying. All I could do was cower and hold up me hands. But soon enough the storm had passed: Julie stamped her foot down, turned with a swish and, now flanked by an even larger posse of cheerleaders than that with which she had originally approached me, marched off across the teeming cafeteria.

The way the jocks around me howled and cheered, I felt like some sort of hero. A couple of guys around me remarked how it was "about time I dumped that ho." I was really feeling the effects of the rush of epinephrine the altercation had sparked throughout my body. I felt so not myself...so powerful and important...and cool.

It seemed most everyone was reacting to what just went down, and if I knew anything about the kids who usually sat juxtaposed to the popular jocks and cheerleaders, on the other side of the cafeteria, I was sure Jared, Luke, and Kathy had noticed what had happened, meaning Jake had likely witnessed as well. Then I was hit by a wave of trepidation and concern. This wasn't my life, and I was seriously screwing around with it, like I was some actor in a trashy high school drama.

Some of my jock friends had thrown napkins at me so I could sop up the water I'd been splashed with, so I turned to attend to that, and finally realized I needed to head to the bathroom if I were to really attempt to clean myself up. As I walked across the cafeteria, I felt a lot of eyes on me, but I barely even noticed, as I was preoccupied, desperately scanning the tables for any sign of Jake, for the mismatched outfit he'd dressed my body in, to see if I could catch his eye. And it didn't prove too difficult. As I passed the area I usually sat, I saw him staring at me, as were the vast majority of the denizens of this half of the cafeteria. I couldn't really gage his reaction by his expression. Regardless, I locked eyes with him and inclined my head towards the boy's room.

I would've died for a camera at that moment to capture the shock on Jared, Luke, and Kathy's faces. Jake, on the other hand, merely stood up, gracelessly, and started to follow me to the bathroom.

***************

--Jake--

In high school, gossip travels fast, but not so fast that I'd already picked up on exactly what went down between Devlin and Julie. So when I saw Devlin piloting my body towards me and the bathrooms just outside the cafeteria, splattered with water, locking eyes with me, and crooking his head in a clear invitation to join him, I didn't hopped up to follow him.

I got a few steps before I heard the group react.

"What the fuck, Dev!?" called Kathy.

"Yeah, where the hell are you do you think you're going!" said Jared.

I turned to face them, but continued walking backwards. "Um, I have a...sudden urge to pee."

"Yeah right, don't think we didn't just see him! That...that was a clear invitation—" attempted Luke.

"I'll be right back!" I cut him off, turned, and jogged a few steps in the direction of the bathroom.

"You dick, I said I called dibs on him!" I heard Luke yell as I made it to the bathroom. They're ridiculous, I thought to myself as I yanked open the bathroom door.

I walked in and as I turned the corner almost walked right into Devlin, well really my own towering body, who was apparently waiting for me, dabbing his shirt and work out pants with some paper towels.

"Whoops sorry..." he said as he stepped back a few feet. "But hey, I think I should offer you an explanation as to what just happened."

After a quick scan, it didn't seem any one else was in the bathroom. "Alright, spit it. From the looks of it you really pissed off Julie."

"Yeah...well I may have possibly told her to...um...fuck off..."

I stared at him.

"And...may have also dumped her..."

Holy fuck.

"And...well I didn't..."

"Wait. Hold the fuck up. You did what?!"

"I think I broke up with her...well I most certainly called her a shallow bitch..."

"Oh no, no no no no."

"Hey, your buddies generally seemed to agree! And after my altercation with her, I'd say I did you a favor. She's crazy, she assumed that..."

"No. Stop."

"But I..."

"No, Devlin, shut up. This is DEFINITELY not okay! You can't just fuck with my life like that! Julie was my girlfriend! Things were working out with that! She was supposed to be my cover till..."

Oh fuck...that was not supposed to come out. FUCK! Haha, yeah come out. Shit! I just said "cover" didn't I...

Devlin paused, clearly surprised. "Your...what?" he ventured.

Fuck. What could I say...shit.

"Um...fuck." I didn't know a way out of this. "Listen, Devlin, we need to talk about this shit. Fuck." I slammed my fists against the wall I was standing near. Ow, that hurt. The little guy's such a wimp. "You can't just go dropping bombs in people's lives like that!"

"I know but...it sounded like you just said she was your cov—"

"Look! I know what I just said. Fuck. We need to come clean and figure some shit out here. I think it'd be best if you skip practice...yeah. Here's the plan. You go home right away after school. I'll do the same. Tell my parents you have a very important project with me, as you obviously...I mean in your body...Ugh this is so confusing! Just ask my parents if you can have Devlin Patterson over to work on a partner project. Tell them you got practice excused, and—"

At that moment I heard the door to the bathroom open.

"Dev, you in here?" Luke's voice called from down the little hallway at the entrance.

"Shit!" I whispered to Devlin. "Quick throw me against the wall! Make like you're roughing me up!"

Devlin stood their dumbstruck.

"Now!" I breathed.

Luke's footsteps approached. "Dev?" he called.

Suddenly I was hefted into the air and pinned against the bathroom's tiled wall by my own body. Devlin grabbed me under the arms, lifted, and shoved me, a bit too hard, actually. There was a thud. I grunted. Devlin looked at me, nervous at first. Then he stared at me from behind my own eyes. His face was so close to mine and I swear he moved slightly closer with this lidded look in his eyes. Except they were my eyes, and it was kind of weird...

Luke rushed into the main part of the bathroom. "Hey! Put him down!"

Devlin turned, with this totally shocked look. Then basically dropped me, and with this really convincing act, turned, and roughly brushed past Luke to exit the bathroom.

"Asshole!" Luke yelled after Devlin as he left. I thought it was kind of funny. Then Luke came over to me and worried over me. That was even funnier.

"Oh my god, are you ok, Dev? And why would you even come in here with him alone like that!"

"I dunno, I guess I was just...curious to see what happened? Turns out he dumped Julie!"

"Holy shit! Really!? I thought they had the whole power couple thing going on. Please tell me he's gay and that's the reason...wait. Why would he even tell you that? You two don't ever talk."

Shit. I thought fast and remembered my plan for meeting with Devlin later, "Yeah, we have this project we're doing together."

"But...Jake's not in any of your classes..."

"Um... oh, yeah, it's this extra credit project I'm doing for, um...English! Yeah! I volunteered to help edit this long essay for him since he needed help and we have the same teacher."

"Right..." Luke did not seem to buy this explanation at all...

"Well, we better go back out there. Don't want everyone to think we're boning in here, haha." God why am I so awkward. I so need to work on this whole imitating Devlin thing.

"What!? Devlin, ew, you're like my brother!"

"Hey, everyone else doesn't know that!"

"Whatever...weirdo."

And with that we left the bathroom.

***************

~Devlin~

Dust flecks refracting light in sunbeams had never ceased to captivate my utmost fascination, and though I was wading knee-deep in anticipatory anxiety as I walked the deserted length of the rear hallway to the school's parking lot, this instance was no exception. Light filtered through the high windows of the echoing hallway, and as I passed through the streams the dust warped around me with the air I displaced. Though this may seem to be irrelevant detail, I distinctly recall my captivation.

I remembered an apt quote from Carl Sagan, something about the Earth being nothing more than a mote of dust trapped in a sunbeam. The quote suggests our "anthropocentrism," the hubris we hold, as a race of intelligent beings, is merely a matter of perspective. Skewed perspective. And that's what these floating, swirling specs had me cogitating: the unbelievable shift of perspective I'd experienced. And what an irrevocable shift it was. Even if I finally returned to my own body in the end, I knew I would have to come to terms with never seeing things in exactly the same light as before. I had zoomed out and caught a glimpse at this crystalline, bird's eye view of my own life. It truly was an illumination for me. So many misapprehensions I'd been operating under seemed to have lifted. My life seemed so insignificant; things I'd scoffed at, like popularity and sexual confidence and experience...

I sighed.

The anticipation was definitely eating at my psyche, and my mind was set wandering. To be honest, I wanted my own body back. I was nervous about my classes and grades, not to mention what would happen if I were actually made to go through with basketball practice...and more than anything, my imminent meeting with Jake.

I exited into the blinding, mid-afternoon light. A brisk winter wind sent a chill shuddering through me. A scent that spoke of coming snow enveloped me. Tugging Jake's jacket closer, I let out a deep breath I didn't know I'd been holding and my exhalation wafted skyward. I took a few steps in the direction of Jake's mother's car when I heard a rather obstreperous acknowledgement, an exaggerated rendering of "Hey dude!" Issued far to my left, I whipped my head around to spot one of Jake's jock friends waving and jogging towards me.

I lengthened my stride as I made my way to the car, forcing this jock to change his path. "Dude, hey, wait up!" He reached me, breathless. "What's going on, you leavin'?"

I scuffed myself to a stop and shoved my hands in my pocket, trying to look aloof.

"Yeah...um...I have to complete an English assignment. It's a cooperative endeavor...um..." My attempt at casual encounter was a constant, abject failure. I cleared my throat and pressed on, "Yeah this nerd kid is helping me out." "Nameless jock" was giving me this incredulous look. The wind whipped up and we both reacted.

"So you're ditching?" He breathed into his cupped hands and rubbed them quickly together.

"Yeah...dude...I sort of have to...it's due tomorrow."

"Alright man, I'll cover for you. Coach'll be pissed though, you know that?"

"Yeah..."

"But hey," interrupted "nameless jock." I really needed to learn this guy's name. As he wasn't one of my usual persecutors, I was completely unfamiliar with him. "I just came over to tell you I was really proud of you at lunch, ditching Julie." The jock pressed on. I was kind of confused, curious as to where he was going with this. "You know, getting a bit closer to who you really are. The true you."

Woah. What was this guy saying?

"Anyway, Julie isn't the one for you, and I'm glad you're finally making some baby steps, dude."

"Right...thanks?"

"Haha, I know you know what I'm getting at. It's okay, no need to repeat yourself. I got you. Well, catch you tomorrow, then, I gotta get to practice!" The guy started jogging away. As he turned I saw this incredibly smug look on his face. Then, deftly turning mid-stride to face me again, he threw up his arm while continuing to jog backwards, and yelled, "Baby steps, bro! Baby steps!"

I was, at this point, oblivious to the information this individual was privy to, yet I couldn't help myself piecing things together. Something was seriously suspect with Jake's sexuality from what I was gathering. What with his solecism earlier in the bathroom, calling Julie a "cover," and now with this strange, knowledgeable acquaintance implying the revelation of some hidden truth regarding Jake's identity...

I reached my borrowed car and was soon embarking on the daunting return trip to Jake's house. I had no idea what I could expect to find on my path into the immediate future.

***************

--Jake--

"Hello?" I answered Devlin's cell phone.

"Hey Devlin. Do I have the clear to come on over?"

I was still weirded out by hearing my voice on the other end. Freaky as fuck. That is going to take some getting used to. Shit, but hopefully I won't have to...

"Yeah...it wasn't an issue at all. Haha, your parents were even a bit overexcited to hear that you'd finally be focusing on your schoolwork. Seems to be, let's say, an anomaly?"

"Alright, I'll be straight with you, I have no idea what that means. I'm coming over."

I was about to hang up when Devlin quipped, "Oh I'm sure you'll be perfectly straight with me Jake."

Um...what the hell was that? "Yeah...um..."

"Oh just fooling around a bit!" Devlin chuckled to himself and added, "Make sure to bring my materials to make this look more convincing..."

"Yeah, I get it, I'm not fucking retarded." I hung up the phone on him. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I hated hearing that vocab spewed at me in my own voice, and to be honest I was feeling kind of vulnerable already. That gay joke definitely got to me.

Ugh. My life was kind of falling apart. I had a really crazy weekend, a black the fuck out kind of weekend and I still hadn't patched things up from that catastrophe. Devlin had thoroughly fucked things over with Julie, likely beyond the point of smoothing things over, and I honestly had no idea what I did or where I was for a good three hours this past Saturday night. Not that I could even really think about that as I was currently trapped in this scrawny little body, in this clean-cut life, in a house that constantly smelled like pine needles.

I ran downstairs to find Devlin's mom in the kitchen washing dishes. I gave her the heads up as to where I was headed, and I walked past her to the garage.

"Hold on just a second young man."

Great.

"You know the rules around here, we ask permission when we have plans. You know who's in charge." She was basically impossible. Man do I pity Dev and his sister...

"Alright then, can I head over to my friend's house to work on a project with him?"

"Well...I suppose so, but honestly, Devlin, I don't know what has gotten into you lately, you—"

"Mom, I really gotta run! Talk to you later!" And with that I bolted from the kitchen and slammed the door on my way out.

I had already hopped in the car and clicked the garage door button when she came out. Windows rolled up, whatever she yelled after me was muffled, but she didn't stop me as I started to pull out, so I didn't bother and continued on my way. What a piece of work.

Ten minutes later I was shivering slightly as I knocked on my own front door. Goddamn, this kid is literally skin and bones. Shit, this is nerve-wracking...

I was prepared for this, so when my own mother answered the door I put on my best nerd face, introduced myself, and politely asked to see Jake.

"Sure thing, sweetie, he'll be coming right down." She turned and hollered upstairs for her son. I was still standing on the welcome mat when she turned back around. "Oh come on in here! We don't bite! Besides, it is bitter cold out." She tugged on my coat as I stepped inside. I was practically knocked over by the wave of heat. God I miss this place already, I thought to myself.

My house had this warm, welcoming feel to it, pretty much year-round, but especially in the winter. My mom likes to bake and is otherwise obsessed with the smell of apple pie, so whether it's from the Yankee Candle scent or the real deal, my house frequently smells of cinnamon and warm apple goodness. The fireplace was going, and I quickly shucked my heavy coat. My mom reached out and offered to take the fluffy thing from me.




Borrowing His Body Ch. 02



"Well Devlin, I'm glad you dress for the weather. It's like pulling teeth getting Jake to wear one of these nice warm jackets. I was surprised he remembered his himself this morning, though I can't really blame him. It is really freezing out these days."

"That's for sure."

Just then, Devlin came thundering down the stairs. "Hey mom. Has Devlin arrived ye—"

He paused, and again this weird eye lock occurred between us. This was the third time now. What the hell...

"Oh, hey Devlin!"

"Hey."

My mom looked between us like she had just seen sparks fly, and with kind of a suspicious look turned to Devlin and said, "Yup honey! He has. And I'll be leaving you two to get to work. Keep a sharp eye on him, Devlin, the kid's a slacker for sure."

"Oh I will, Mrs. Patterson."

With that she swished out of the room.

"So um...want to just..."

"Yeah, let's 'work' in my room." I said as I walked towards the stairs. I marched straight past Devlin and up to my room. I opened the door to unrecognizable surroundings. My room was never this clean.

Devlin came up pretty close behind me and said, "I may have...done some rearranging."

He startled me. I wasn't used to the small body I was trapped in, and with my own body hovering above me I felt really tiny. Even more so, I realized how huge I was, how intimidating.

I took a few steps into my room and gestured for Devlin to follow me in. I turned and locked the door. Then I just stood there with my head hung, hiding behind the floppy shock of hair I had hardly grown accustomed to.

Devlin cleared his throat and said, "So...I think we should maybe talk about some things that occurred today at school." I looked up to see he was sitting on the edge of my bed looking directly at me. His legs were spread wide so his sweatpants stretched between them, and he was wearing a wife beater. He was confident and bold. Dammit, that's me! That's who I am. Why am I cowering from him right now? It was as if we hadn't even switched places at all. I was acting like Devlin normally did, and, aside from his weird way of speaking Devlin seemed to really enjoy my body. My body. God I miss my beautiful body. And it really was. Devlin was sort of hunched over with this serious look on his face, his hand clasped together over his lap. My arm muscles were bulging, and my back looked absolutely ripped. Damn, I've been doing some good work. Is it weird to check yourself out like this?

Then I realized I wasn't really responding and an awkward silence had settled in the room. Devlin continued staring at me with my own pale eyes.

"Um...Jake?"

"Yeah, sorry, about Julie and what happened in the bathroom at lunch...I—"

"Actually I wanted to discuss something kind of odd that happened as I left school this afternoon. See I was trying to sneak out the back door, you know, through that practically unused exit, but one of your jock friends was in the parking lot and saw me as I went to leave."

Okay, this is kind of weird...

"To be perfectly honest with you, I don't know his name, but he's this, um, taller guy? Brunette, not too bulky for a jock, and certainly chiseled and lean..."

"Devlin, you know that could describe at least four of my closest friends, right?"

"Oh, yeah, right. Well, though I suppose his name is likely of some importance here, perhaps what he said to me will reveal his identity."

"Okay, let's get to it. What did he say?"

"Well he said he was 'proud of me for dumping Julie,' or something to that effect. That I was making the right choices in moving towards the 'true me.' I honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but he said I was making, 'baby steps,' I suppose, towards my true identity?"

Holy shit. This was not good at all. Well, I did have a better idea of who Devlin ran into: my friend Mike. He was one of my realest friends, a no nonsense kind of guy who really seemed to appreciate and understand me. I'd been hanging out a lot with him, partying a lot with him, and I vaguely remembered something like a heart to heart with him going down this past Saturday as I slowly slipped passed the black out point...

"And, Jake, I can't help but be a bit too curious as to what this guy was saying. If the outward archetype of hotshot, cheerleader-banging jock isn't who you really are, what exactly is this identity towards which I'm supposed to be moving?"

This kid was just going to push me right over the edge. I was there already, teetering on the brink. From what I gathered, I must've told Mike some really personal things he was thankfully keeping under wraps. Did I come out to Mike on Saturday? What the fuck?!

I was standing up against the door at this point. I was flushed and I felt my knees kind of going weak. Emotions really took their toll on this kid's body, that was for sure.

"Now, Jake, I don't want to push your limits or anything. I know this is a rather serious accusation, but all indications are pointing towards...I don't want to be so blunt about this but..."

Another awkward pause.

"Jake, are you...gay?"

I sort of felt crushed by the panic rushing through me, and I just kind of gave in, slumped back, and let myself slide down the door till I was seated, legs crossed, on the cushiony carpet of my room.

"Fuck," was all I could manage.

"Like I said, I don't mean to press—"

"No, it's fine." I looked up at my own body perched anxiously on the edge of my bed. He had these pleading eyes, and he looked like he really wanted to help. Not that I really deserved it. I suppose the fact I inhabited his body gave me some sympathy points from his side of things.

I let out a sigh, looked away from him and said, "Yeah, Devlin, well, I think...I think I might be...you know..."

As I was about to say it for the first time, I suddenly found myself choked up. Here I was, having this conversation with someone trapped in my body, not even hearing my own voice make this powerful statement. I had never felt smaller or more at a loss in my life.

I buried by head in my arms and started tearing up.

"Hey, Jake, listen. It's ok, it really is." He paused. "Well even if things aren't exactly perfect right now, it's going to be, I know it."

I didn't respond. I heard the bed creak as Jake stood up. He took a few steps towards me.

"Jake look at me, come on." I looked up. He extended one of my long arms towards me, offering me his hand. I took it, and Devlin effortlessly pulled me from the floor. A tear or two had dripped down my face.

From behind Devlin's floppy hair, I peered at my face. It was soft and kind. The reasoning was beyond me, but it seemed Devlin really cared.

He reached out and placed both his hands on my shoulders. I felt the power and warmth of his strong hand pulse into me. "Jake, this isn't the end of the world. We will figure out how to switch back, and if nothing else, this was a growing experience for the both of us. Even if you don't decide to make any drastic changes in your life when everything is back to normal, this concession, you telling me today that you're gay—"

"I'm not..." I mumbled in protest.

"Jake it's ok, you don't need to say anything out loud. Don't you think I've been there, in your shoes?" He paused as if realizing something. "Well I don't mean literally, because I've obviously been in your actual shoes, as they are mine...haha, this is a bad example...anyway! What I'm trying to say is, this is hard for you and I understand that! Listen, one thing's for sure, right now you're most certainly not in this alone."

I looked up at him to see my own pearly whites flashing my way. I couldn't help but show a bit of smile myself. He just seemed so convinced and determined. I was crushed and small and pathetic.

"You know what, I know my body, and right now you really need a hug. Come here."

With that he pulled me in close and really wrapped his arms around my small shoulders.

I was instantly braced by this huge strength, and wrapped in the heat of Devlin's body. My own body. It felt amazing, like 90% of my stress and worry just fled my body. My body, Devlin's thin and lanky body, fit perfectly with my own. I wrapped my arms around Devlin's middle and hugged him tight as well.

We stood there for a few moments in silence. My mind was pretty instantly set at ease by this unexplainable sensation of, it's hard to explain, but...coming home? It made sense though. This was my own body I was hugging. But things were so weird to me. I was starting to get hard actually, pretty fast, and though I chalked it up to the intimate male on male contact we were experiencing, I couldn't get over the fact that I was seeing my own body as this object of desire.

Devlin shifted his head. I could now feel his hot breath against my left ear. Oh god. He squeezed my body closer to his. "This feels so good," he breathed. There was not an inch of wiggle room left between us, and that's when I felt it. Devlin had a raging hard on. Devlin had a stiffy from hugging his own body tightly to mine. I heard his breath hitch.

I was getting really hot and bothered, so I pulled my head back. "Devlin, I..." I stared up at him, at my own face, and really only saw him when I looked into my own blue eyes. It certainly wasn't me behind those eyes, and he had this fiery, intense look going on.

He half lowered his eyelids and said, "Yeah?"

"Well I...I, um..." I was pretty much speechless at this point, and Devlin was inching his face towards mine.

He rested his forehead against mine. I looked down at our bodies, held so tightly together, then slowly raised my eyes.

Then he did it. He swept in and kissed me, full on the mouth.

I knew my eyes shot wide open, but his mouth was so hot, his lips so soft and insistent on mine. So I closed my eyes and lost myself in the kiss.

He was gripping the tiny body I'd borrowed from him, and really throwing everything into it. One of his hands moved to the back of my head, and I felt mine snake up the ripped fabric of his wife-beater. His back was so strong. Haha, my back.

That was my last thought.

Devlin, lifted me up like it was nothing. Startled, I wrapped Devlin's long legs around my body, and squeezed his waist. Devlin broke the kiss to quickly look into my eyes and chuckle, then went in to kiss me again. I felt his tongue flick out to taste my lips, and that was all I needed. I had the make-out experience here, after all. When he flicked it out again, I sucked his tongue into my mouth and really deepened the kiss, really tasted him. Well it was my own mouth that tasted like sweetmint, really, and it was my own thick tongue probing into Devlin's... Ugh, no, gotta stop those thoughts now. Just enjoy this no matter how fucked up it is, said my inner gay voice, coaching me.

I didn't even notice Devlin had used my strength to carry me over to my bed and gently lay me down. He broke our kiss and stared down at me. I opened my eyes, slid up towards the top of the bed, then grabbed his shirt and yanked him down on top of me.

His body weight crushed me, but I loved the feeling. I threw my long legs around his narrow hips and started grinding my hips up into his. His boner was poking me through his sweats and mine was painfully trapped in the skinny jeans I was wearing. Our dicks pressed together through the annoying fabric of our clothes. Got to get out of these... And that was the dominant thought. Strip, now.

I slid my hands down Devlin's back again as we continued to kiss. I played a bit with the hem of his tight tank top, then the waistband of his sweats, then I rubbed his lower back, just above his ass. I felt the chills run through him. He had one of his arms under me now, gripping my small body, crushing me into him. His other braced himself. Suddenly he broke our kiss and rolled over.

I hadn't realized how heavily I was breathing when we came up for air, but when I heard him huffing and puffing...

"Oh my god, Jake..."

"Shut up. We need to get out of these clothes." And with that I hopped up, threw my leg over and straddled him. My own body felt so powerful beneath me, like he could easily toss me across the room, but he just lay there smiling, his arms relaxed above him on the bed. I rested myself securely over his crotch and felt his straining dick press against my ass. Holy shit that's hot.

"Good idea." He partially sat up. I leaned in and we kissed again. That same sensation washed over me: that this was more right than any other kiss I'd shared with anyone else before. When our lips met, I was home.

He started unbuttoning my shirt, so I tugged at his wife beater and we awkwardly shucked our tops while trying to continue our kiss. I giggled at the awkwardness. He moaned, and the sound of my own sensual reaction sent shivers through me.

Now, I had seen my own body shirtless countless times, but this was insane. I was tanned and wonderfully hairless and absolutely ripped.

Devlin grabbed me and when our chests came flush against each other I moaned, with Devlin's higher-pitched, breathy voice. It was so erotic. Then he grabbed the sides of my head and kissed me harder than before. I ran my fingers down his chest and abs. Then I tugged on his sweats. He broke our kiss. "Oh shit," he said.

I pulled down the waistband of the grey pair of sweats he had on, and his dick, well my dick flopped out. It was the dick I'd seen all my life, but there was something about seeing it outside my own body, attached to something I didn't recognize as my own that was so bizarre, yet so sexy.

I sat back and he reached up to undo me jeans. He fumbled a little, but finally unbuttoned the several buttons on the fly. I needed this so badly. My dick was throbbing...I could feel it as it strained against the tightness. Then he messed with the boxers for a second before giving up, yanking them down a bit, and fishing out my cock. When he touched me I got chills. Then he really grabbed my dick tight. I felt a shockwave of pleasure.

I reached down to grab his dick, and when I gripped it tight I felt I would come right there.

Then I saw it. This flash of light came out from behind my eyes and totally blinded me.



Borrowing His Body Ch. 03



So very sorry for the delay! Thank you all so much for the positive comments, reviews, and direct feedback! It is immensely appreciated!

Disclaimer: all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+

Part 3

~Devlin~

My memory of the moment is so clear: the emotions that washed over me as I saw my own body crumpled against Jake's bedroom door, the intensity of our embrace, the irrevocable yearning for my own body, as if my very essence sought out return to its rightful vessel. I couldn't stop myself when I crushed my lips into his, or when I forced my tongue into his scorching mouth. It was autoerotic, yet the sway Jake held over me, even while trapped in my own body, was impossible to ignore.

I remember lifting his lithe body and writhing on top of him. There was this electricity and urgency that transcended corporeal needs, something almost spiritual about it? I felt worshipful as I explored my own body, reconciling my insecurities, unable to resist the force drawing our bodies together.

He was so eager, no doubt he sensed it too, the imperative of coupling together. He was straddling me. We had stripped out of our shirts and he reached and yanked the waistband of my sweatpants down. Jake's impressive cock, impossibly hard and leaking pre-seminal fluids, sprung from its confines and smacked my rock-hard abs. I went for his jeans and had a hard time with the buttons from my angle. I fished out his dick, well, my own dick attached to a body I didn't inhabit. It felt incredibly hot in my hand. I squeezed it and felt this surge of sensational, desperate need.

He shuddered in response and reached down and gripped my dick with the same intensity.

That's when it happened.

There was this disorienting light, akin to that of a crystal prism refraction, which emanated from within my field of vision. As I looked upon Jake wearing my own face, the light intensified and was honed into this searing white flash that blotted out everything. I was robbed of all sight.

I felt my head spinning, and yet I had no idea if I was actually moving or not. Next there was this squeezing sensation, which I guess originated in my prefrontal cortex; it was quickly intensifying, so that I felt my whole consciousness compressed and concentrated into an impossibly small area. This was coupled with an increasing discomfort. It was all quite dizzying, if I remember correctly.

Suddenly my whole being lurched forward, as if I'd been scooped up by some goliath and hurled a great distance. I felt I was moving with absurdly high velocity, just hurtling towards an unknown destination, completely oblivious to my surroundings. Freed of my bodily constraints, blissful in my curious state, I felt myself slowing. Blurred flecks of images flew past me, on the periphery of my conscious or possibly imagined range of vision.

No, sure enough my vision was coming back to me: the flying flecks started sticking, coalescing at either end of my field of vision, blurrily reconnecting my sight. I blinked as light returned and the image before me cleared. I saw Jake's face...

My vantage point had rotated 180 degrees and Jake's face had replaced my own. I knew I had just experienced some sort of astral projection, a switch of consciousness in which I had been mercifully extracted from the foreign host body I'd inhabited for a span of just about 36 hours and deposited, safe and sound, in my own body.

I heard myself sigh, my own higher pitched sigh, and instantly felt relief inundate my system, crashing over me in waves. "Wow," I breathed.

"You can say that again." He blinked hard. "What the fuck was that?!" I had been staring at Jake, but he didn't seem real to me. The whole experience was positively delusory.

"Wait...HOLY FUCK, DEVLIN! I'M ME AGAIN!" With that his whole body spazzed out on me. He threw me off of him, leapt off the bed, and started jumping and stamping around. "AAAAAAH!" He screamed, just really unleashing this guttural roar. I was taken aback, but couldn't stop the smile that broke across my face.

"A little slow on the uptake, are we?"

"A little slow on the uptake? Devlin, SHUT THE FUCK UP!! WE'RE SWITCHED BACK!" he yelled from the other side of the room. With a few swift steps he was at the bedside where I sat. "Devlin, you adorable little nerd, how?! You know what I don't even care how, but..." He stooped and scooped me into his arms, lifting me easily off the bed. I squirmed but managed to wrap my legs around his waist. There was this instant heat as our bare chests met again. My breathing hitched. This felt different, experiencing his impossibly muscled body from the normal vantage point of my own body. It was so much hotter for me, and I had an instant, raging hard-on.

With me in his arms he seemed to finally calm down, as if some realization set in and he was sobered entirely. I felt his hand move on my lower back, caressing me.

"Devlin, this is...this is amazing. I don't know how...but thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you," He said as he stared into my eyes.

"Jake, I didn't really do anything...but—"

He kissed me. He just cut me off and disarmed me. His lips were on mine. His lips. That's what really pulled me back into my body. I was kissing Jake Currant, the perpetual object of my desire. With that dizzying thought, I threw myself into the kiss. I wriggled my tongue into his mouth and tasted his sweet, minty breath. He opened to me and repositioned his hands, sliding one up to the back of my neck and gently gripping my hair at the nape. My whole body was on fire with need for just a bit more, taking what we started just one step further. My pants were still unbuttoned and I ground my hips into his upper abs, pressing my dick flush against him.

I moaned.

He broke our kiss.

I barely opened my eyes and inclined my head to look into his with my best attempt at a sultry, half-lidded look, and I saw something there reflecting back at me. I was taken aback, flabbergasted to meet this loving look glowing warmly across his visage, a smile spreading there, crinkling his eyes and sparking them with brilliant scintillation.

A knock on the door tore through the dream of bliss...

"Jake!" called a voice I'd grown rather accustomed to. "Hey buddy, you and your friend still in there getting your work done?" Jake's father's voice boomed through the door.

I'll be perfectly honest: when Jake and I had flown back to our rightful bodies, I had no idea what sort of reaction to expect from him. His unbridled joy, effervescing gratitude, and tender affection were more than a surprise; they were a treat, a marvel conspiring against me, constructing this hopeless fantasy all around me.

On command, at the sound of his father's voice, the look on Jake's face vanished like a mask torn off and thrown away. The sound sapped color from his face, stole the light from his eyes, and left him pallid and afraid, shock and trepidation sculpted into every bronzed feature of his face.

And there I was, legs still wrapped around him, my erection dying in my unbuttoned jeans, without the slightest idea of what would come next. He loosened his grip on me. I took the cue, extricated myself from our entangling embrace, and slid down his massive frame.

He cleared his throat. "Umm...yeah, we're just, umm...editing my essay." His voice was too loud, stentorian and suspect.

"Alright, well can I come in and have a look?" At that I scrambled to button my jeans, fumbling with the buttons. I wondered if his concern was rooted in Jake's reaction to switching back. His stamping and squawking must've been quite cacophonous. "I'm just so proud you for taking interest in your schoo—" 

"Dad, actually we're pretty busy. I don't need any distractions, gotta get this shit done, y' know?" Jake interrupted his father. The panic pulsing through me seemed not to touch him at all...maybe he locked the door earlier?

After a bit of a pause, Jake's dad responded, "Alrighty then..." he said, elongating the first syllable, "al" of "alrighty." He seemed a bit suspicious, though I posited it was Jake's frantic tone that caused this curiosity. "You two keep up the good work then...see you at dinner...Oh! I almost forgot! Jake, will your friend be staying to eat with us?"

"No dad, he's gonna head out soon, right after we finish this up." Jake was terse and despite myself I felt the shock of reality slam into me. Jake didn't want me around. He didn't want me to meet his parents. He didn't want them to see him associate with someone so effeminate, so obtrusively homosexual. I steeled myself for any ensuing awkwardness and contempt.

"Okay then, sounds good. Just know you're welcome to stay and grab something to eat before heading home, Devlin!" How peculiar that Jake's father knew my name. Jake elbowed me, prompting me to respond.

"Oh...right, thank you so much sir! I am, however, a bit pressed for time, and I do have to get back to my own studies," I said.

Jake's dad chuckled, "Okay then! Behave yourselves!" With that he strode away down the hall.

I let out a bit of a sigh. Jake took a step away from me and crossed his arms. This wasn't going to go well at all. I could just sense it. The interruption, that bang on the door and Jake's dad's booming voice, conjured reality and sent it echoing through our idyllic and imagined asylum. The roaring cheer called forth by our victory of retransformation and return to our respective bodies now dulled and faded away like a dream, leaving this daunting, pressing echo of reality in its place. My head sunk down towards my feet, and my bangs fell in front of my face, hiding it from Jake's stern, hardened look.

"So...ummm..." was all he managed to say.

I scuffed my feet and said, "Yeah..."

"Well I'm stoked things are back to normal...well mostly...I guess..."

"Yeah...I guess..." I was crushed here; I'd fallen. The castle I'd built upon clouds – one founded on the beautiful prospect of promise and triumph and fulfillment of long-imagined fantasies, one built out of dreams made almost real when Jake kissed me and held me with his own arms – it all came crashing down on me with the cataclysmic velocity and weight of a colossal meteor.

Hope was crushed and deflated, violently, inside me like a punctured lung.

I felt tears well up.

"So...ummmm...Devlin?" Jake said.

I felt obligated to look him in the eye one last time, and I know part of me sought to display my personal destruction, make him feel what I felt. I leveled my head again and swept my hair aside, out of my eyes. A single tear rolled down my right cheek. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, tenuously, "Yeah?"

I knew he hadn't realized, and I knew he was too tough, too guarded, and far too unsure to feel the same. But in that moment, I swear, my pain hit him square in the chest like a bullet. This was my reality. I'd been obsessed with this man, this boy, practically in love with him from afar for an indeterminate amount of time.

His eyes widened, and the hardness of his former expression washed away. Genuine concern inched across his face in its stead.

He took a step or two forward. He put his hand on my left shoulder, and the warmth and strength it brought fired chills through me and exacerbated my emotional tumult. I wanted nothing less than for him to touch me and remind me of what was possible minutes ago, what was now just as much a delusion as ever before: that I could be with him, that he could care for me as I cared for him.

I turned my head to the right, hiding from him, and just then his other hand reached up, cupped the side of my face, and with his thumb he wiped away the tear that slowly streamed down. He held my face and tilted it back towards him.

I looked up into his blue eyes and saw compassion and regret. Then he said it.

"Dev..." it was the first time he called me by the nickname my familiars and friends use – a small voice in the back of my mind reasoned he must've picked up on it whilst inhabiting my body. "...You are so sweet," he said. "But I just..."

He paused. His face was contorted strangely as he struggled.

"This just...can't happen. I'm...I'm just not ready...this isn't me..."

I knew exactly what he felt and meant. The impossibility of his circumstance shot even greater sorrow through me. He was floundering, ensnared by society in a way I never experienced, forced into this heteronormative, macho role. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. I thought I saw water swell beneath his eyelids.

Pity overwhelmed me and I disregarded my selfish feelings. I reached up and covered his hand with mine.

"Jake, you adorable man, you...I get it. You're not out, you're unsure, you're not ready." I was calm. I forced a smile when he opened his eyes. "To be honest, I'm just glad things are back to normal."

He nodded.

"Obviously this isn't meant to be," I said. With that I took my hand off his, stepped towards him, placed my hands on his shoulders, stood tall on my toes, reached up and gently kissed him on the cheek. He looked a bit startled and blushed slightly.

"You don't need to tear yourself up about this. Get back to your life, and I'll get back to mine."

He cleared his throat again. "Th-thanks for understanding, Devlin."

I stepped back, turned around and found my shirt. "No problem," I said while shimmying into the simple, cotton long-sleeve tee Jake had selected from my wardrobe not more than twelve hours earlier that day. Insanely eventful, my life was.

"I suppose I should be leaving, then..."

"Yeah, I guess you should...but really thanks so much, Dev," Jake said.

I stooped to grab my book-bag and collect my other supplies. "It's nothing...don't mention it...not that it's even remotely likely you'd breathe a word of this to anyone..." I sighed. Maybe that was a bit excessive, yet despite the brave face I'd donned as a mask, I couldn't fully prevent the hurt that leaked through the façade.

I stood and turned to face him again.

"I'm sorry, Dev." With that he hung his head.

I closed the distance between us, reached up to place my hand on his bare shoulder. I felt the resting power in him; his muscled shoulder flexed beneath my hand and a tingle shot through me. "It's fine, Jake. It really is." 

He grabbed me suddenly. He pressed me against his naked chest, and rubbed his hands up each side of my back. The unexpected force of his hold braced me, and my dick grew rapidly in my jeans. I wrapped my arms around his middle.

The intensity that rippled between us seemed to hang there, protracting the embrace. I poured every bit of feeling I had into that hug. I clung to him.

He pushed me back after what seemed so long, and I looked up to find him staring down at me, that same affectionate gaze gracing his golden face.

"Alright. I'm going to leave now."

I pushed myself away from him – I probably couldn't move his massive body in the slightest, even if I tried.

I gathered my things from the floor once again and slung my bag over my shoulder. I stood, locked eyes with him one last time, and made a desperate, futile attempt to tame the vicious feelings clawing through my paper-thin defenses.

So I trudged past him to the door. I opened it and turned in the doorway. He had already turned to face me.

"Good bye, Jake."

"Bye, Dev."

The melodrama here seems absolutely ridiculous in hindsight, for I had just barely reached the stairs when it happened again. The light-headedness, the blurring vision and alien lights, the pressing sensation behind my forehead...

I vaguely recall presaging the danger of my precarious position at the top of the stairs before everything went black.

***************

–Jake–

So this was an actual load of horseshit. What the fuck was happening?! I go to grab this guy's cock and I feel like I'm thrown into hyper drive or some Star Wars shit. I can't see, I have no idea what's happening to me. I think it's at least a bit understandable that I'm disoriented and confused after what was apparently our switch back, but the little guy sasses me, like I'm slow or something.

Whatever. I was so fucking pumped! My own muscles never felt so powerful, so mine...

I couldn't help freaking out, really. Tossing his tiny body in the air, locking lips with him and ravaging his mouth with my tongue. He just looked so cute! With his floppy hair and his smooth, scrawny, naked torso. The kiss was electrifying. This guy was crawling under my skin pretty quickly. I couldn't help just staring into his eyes and losing myself in their almost unnatural green...

This all blew up in face though, of course. I knew it would. My dad knocked on the door, and that really snapped me out of it, called me back to reality. This couldn't happen. This wasn't the time or place.

So I put on my best macho-man face and tried to tell Devlin so, that he'd have to leave and that this wouldn't continue after today. I had my life back and I needed to move past this as quickly as possible.

He didn't take that well. Shit. Is he crying? I thought to myself.


That's when my emotions kicked in. Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing, and I was as terrified as I was worried for Devlin.

So I tried to comfort him, ended up feeling super vulnerable and probably revealing a bit too much of all the emotions I was trying to conceal. Then he tried to comfort me...and it was just this big mess of feelings and...ugh, just ugh.

It was this big dramatic goodbye; he came up to me, touched my shoulder, and I couldn't help but grab him and hold him in a bear hug. Then he picked up his stuff and was out the door. I stared after him and he looked back at me. His eyes just held this power over me; it was insane.

He turned and walked to the stairs, but then he faltered and started to sway. That's fucking weird, I thought. I realized he was fainting or whatever, and took a few strides in his direction and called out his name, "Dev!" before it happened...again...

So there I went, blacked out and flying through space again. Ugh once was bad enough. There was this throbbing pain in my head, and I was lost to the outside world.

Then I hit something really fucking hard. My sight came back along with my other senses. Holy fucking shit. What the ever-living fuck! I felt like I'd just been full-body tackled by a 300-lb linebacker. I opened my eyes to searing pain and looked up to see my mom's face staring down at me.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked. She quickly stooped down to worry over me. My hearing was still fading in and out, but I vaguely recall her repeating the words "Devlin," and "sweetie."

Finally I responded, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine mom!"

"Oh, sugar, you must've hit your heard pretty hard, I'm not your mother." She chuckled, but calmed down as she checked me over and found no blood or serious injury.

Fuck me.

"Right...sorry Mrs. Currant." I don't know why I was so unbelievably pissed in that moment. I knew what was happening when my vision started blurring and I fell to the ground. Those signs alerted me. I expected it, yet I couldn't seem to ignore my boiling anger. Why this again!? Why me!?!?

"I guess I just slipped."

"Yeah, you did, clumsy bastard," said a deep, gravely voice right behind me. Right, my voice. I felt a strong hand on my back. Devlin, the fucking thief, used my hands and my muscles to hoist me up from my crumpled position on the bottom step. I was fuming mad. I jerked away from him.

"Jacob! That is no way to speak to our guest! The poor guy probably just didn't see where he was going!" My mother defended me. "Are you alright, Devlin, you sweet thing? Do you need any ice?"

"Nah, I think I'm fine, luckily." I turned and looked up at Devlin standing tall in my body on the first step up. He towered over me, but I think I really did frighten him with the glare I gave him. Ooh, I swear to god I will kick his ass once I'm me again.




Borrowing His Body Ch. 03



I turned back to my mom, thanked her for her trouble, told her once again I was totally fine, insisted I had to get home and study.

I walked to the door followed closely by "Mrs. Currant." I retrieved my coat and shimmied into it as she opened the door.

"Alright, well you drive safe, now. Tell your parents about your fall and how I think you should maybe get checked out. Nothing looks too bad about you, you don't really look injured, but have them give you a thorough nitpicking and have them decide. Promise me you'll tell them, honey, or I'll call them right up on the phone!"

"Haha, alright, Mrs. Currant. I'll be sure to let them know." I smiled. Then she crowded me and squeezed me in this big hug.

"Well it was great to meet you, sweetie! Thanks so much for helping our Jake out with his schoolwork! And come back whenever you want!"

I chuckled. My mom was so over the top. "Okay, thanks again!" Then I turned slightly and looked to Devlin, standing there all worried and shy, kicking the bottom step with his sock-covered feet. "And I'll be talking to you later." I tried to cut him down with my gaze.

He just nodded.

I turned and walked out into the frigid evening. "Come back soon, deary! Be safe!"

"Bye, Mrs. Currant!"

I got in my car and drove back to Devlin's house, trapped in the same body and the same situation as I was just a few hours ago. Fuck.

***

After briefly dealing with a still pissed Devlin's mom, I found myself lying in the kid's bed staring pointlessly at the ceiling. This went on for almost an hour.

I just couldn't believe this had happened again. What the fuck. It was like the buzzer sounding when you're a fraction of a second from shooting the last basket for the win. This close! I tasted victory when we switched back! I had my body and my life back! I was so sure things would work out after that, and that I could put this disaster behind me and quickly walk away from it. So not the case and so fucking frustrating.

Devlin's phone buzzed on the bedside table. I flung out my arm to grab it.

I propped myself up with my boney elbow. My name flashed on the screen, so I answered. "Yeah?" I knew I sounded miserable.

"Jake...I...I'm really sorry," Devlin was gushing on the other line, totally freaking out. I ignored how weird it was to hear my own voice over the phone again. He sighed shakily. Fuck, is he crying?

"Fuck, Dev, are you crying?" I asked.

He sniffled. "No..." He sounded so hurt and pathetic. I hoped I never sounded like that. Jesus Christ.

"Look, Dev, this is not fucking okay, but there is no possible way you're to blame here. We've been through hell already, I know you wouldn't intentionally do something like this, and I know you have no fucking idea what's going on, just like me."

"Yeah...okay..." he said.

"Yeah, that's right, so stop beating yourself up about this. Let's try and figure some shit out, okay?"

"Right...but..." he sighed heavily this time. "It's just that I realized I have this huge Calculus problem set packet due tomorrow and not even half of it is done! So I'm also panicking about that and I jus—"

I cut the fucker off. "God, are you serious right now?! You're worried about your schoolwork? Devlin, our lives are at stake here! What if we never fix this!? What if we keep switching back and forth for the rest of our fucking lives?!" I knew I was being a bit dramatic, but I figured it was necessary. This kid wasn't getting it. We were in a really fucked up situation, one that needed to be figured out and fixed ASAP.

"I know...I know what's going on with us is obviously severely problematic...it's just I can't stop thinking about this Calc work and you have all my stuff for the class...I..."

He paused. Ugh, this nerdy motherfucker.

"I...would like to come retrieve my materials for the class and at least attempt to complete my assignment...ugh...but it's going to take so freakin' long..."

"Then fuck it. Don't do it." I was kind of fed up with this guy.

"No, I really should do as much as I can tonight."

"Alright, then drive over here and come get your shit."

"Okay...do you think your mother will allow me to do so?"

"Yes, Devlin. Just tell her that I accidentally grabbed one of your books or some shit."

"Alright well then I'll be—"

"Just get your ass over here. I'll see you in ten."

"Okay...bye then..."

"Yeah whatever." With that I tapped the angry red hang up button, wishing for one of those old school phones you could slam down to hang up. I was pissed. I threw myself back down on his bed and waited for him to arrive.

***

I walked out to the driveway wearing Devlin's only pair of sweats, a wife beater, his parka, and slippers. Devlin was standing there leaning up against my mom's car with these skinny jeans on. His legs looked ripped, my legs really. I didn't even know I had those jeans! 

"Hey," I said.

"Hey! So did you bring my stuff?" Devlin stood up and stepped towards me away from the car.

"Yeah...but don't sound so eager, you have way more than half of this packet to do still..."

"Ugh, yeah I couldn't exactly remember how much remained..." he said as he grabbed his folder and notebook from me. He opened the folder and pulled out the ridiculously thick packet. It was held together with an industrial staple. Jesus.

He flipped through the packet, and saw how little he'd finished.

"Oh shit...oh no, no, no..."

"What, what's wrong, Dev?"

"This is...oh...this is quite unfortunate...I have like almost nothing done here!"

"Yeah, I told you that..."

"Ugh, it's just that I couldn't really remember, what with this fiasco going on...and...ugh...shit, what am I going to do? This is impossible...I won't be able to finish this by tomorrow...and it comprises like one fourth of my third quarter grade...and I'm still stuck in your body...and...an—"

"Dev, listen, you need to calm your shit." I walked up to him, reached up, and grabbed him by his shoulders. I shook him as hard as I could, meaning he barely moved. I so missed the power and command of my own muscles.

"Yeah...okay..." He took a deep breath. "I just don't know what to do."

"Alright, I've been thinking. Stuck in your body again has got me pretty upset, and I know you must be feeling that too." He nodded. "So I think we need to focus on this right now and screw everything else. This is super important. Way more important than your grades! These are our lives we're talking about!"

"Yeah...I know, but...what are we going to do?"

At this point I got kind of embarrassed and might've blushed a bit, if I'm telling the truth. Goddamn Devlin's emotions! "Um...well I've been thinking...you know, how we switched back...when we ummm..."

He chuckled. "Yeah, when we both groped each other simultaneously?"

"Yeah...so I'm thinking we should maybe...take things a little further?" I had no idea why but at that point I tossed Devlin's hair in front of my face and looked down towards the frozen driveway.

"But when?" Devlin was being so up front, it was so strange, as if, once again, we'd switched roles along with our bodies.

"Ummm...I think we should play hooky tomorrow." There I said it. I doubted he'd go for it, the little nerd.

He paused. "Yeah...yeah I think we should." I was shocked, but he continued. "We can meet up at my house, both my parents work during the day, they definitely won't be home."

"Alright, well...that's good...then...yeah..."

"Jake, we desperately need to figure this out and fix it. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that he moved towards me and wrapped me in his arms. I felt so squished in his huge, fluffy jacket.

We drew apart and faced each other. I stared into his eyes and saw that spark that kept popping up between us.

Then suddenly he kissed me. It was brief and sweet and...fucking delicious...

He pulled away, looked deep into my eyes, then turned quickly.

He got in his car then drove away, and the one thing I knew for sure that night was that tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.



Borrowing His Body Ch. 04



Part 4

~Devlin~

What a curious evening it had been. With such emotional vicissitude, a rollercoaster steered by the ups and downs of switching back and again once more, I figured things couldn't get much worse. That's when the reality of my own life, persistently trudging on without me, and the pressure of all my schoolwork building up, incomplete and forgotten until that moment, burst in on me. Having just realized I had one of my most important Calculus assignments of the quarter due tomorrow, I frantically rang up Jake and planned to meet with him.

After panicking on the phone, I quickly convinced his parents to let me go retrieve a notebook "Devlin" had accidentally grabbed from my bookbag. I rushed over to my house. Upon discovering I'd completed even less of the assignment than I previously thought I had, I swiftly slid further on down the precipitous slope of stress. I tumbled helplessly. What an unseemly situation -- to my careful mind an avalanche, really.

Jake pulled me back from the brink of despair and distress.

"Dev, listen, you need to calm your shit," he said. I was a bit surprised when he comforted me with a hand on my shoulder.

He carried on, again projecting the weight of our circumstance, cautious and awkward, his brain now whirring with the possibilities of forcing a return to our more usual corporeal positions. I instantly detected the intent of his insinuation, so I helped him along with his suggestions. Sex, yes, all evidence pointed in that direction: we'd have to attempt fornication in order to instantiate a more permanent switch back to our own bodies. And how imperative was the rectification of our unfortunate predicament? Critically. But where, when? I divined the specifics and further solidified our plan. We'd leave our houses tomorrow morning, feign attending school, and meet up at my house after my parents left for work.

As far as I could imagine, our machinations were reasonably secure, so I could maybe calm down. I felt my heart rate slow infinitesimally. That's when I locked eyes with Jake again. My own green eyes pierced me so forcibly. My heart picked up its pace once more. I was overcome so much that I grabbed him and squeezed him with all the force my borrowed body could exert. Then I pulled away, again met his sparkling, verdant gaze and kissed him as quickly as possible.

I made a swift escape.

***

That night I spent a good hour agonizing over the impossible misfortune of my life, lying on my back, just staring blankly at the looming, inky blackness of Jake's bedroom. My vision blurred as my eyes lost focus and began to register that black nebula of static and fuzziness I'd seen a few times before. It was a haze of sorts, the kind induced by my persistent resistance to the blinking impetus. I ignored some stinging and continued to stare hard into the darkness. I marveled in realizing the experiential commonality of human existence: bodily reactions to the vast range of stimuli seem to be, based on my literal out of body evidence, rather standard.

I finally blinked. Then I closed my eyes and held them tightly shut. I gave way to the release. Stress seeped from the hulking, foreign mass of muscles my mind recognized as its own.

Again, as I'd experienced in my own body, my field of vision exploded with tiny bits of lights and swirling images akin to a photographic negative. This piqued my interest; so I repeatedly opened my eyes, stared into the abyss, then, after my vision crowded with that hazy blackness and I bent to the pressing urge to blink, I closed them once more. And I'd squeeze my eyes tightly shut to marvel at the images conjured on the back of my eyelids. Delusory delight: I pushed myself to both extremes.

Somewhere between my rapture and repeated experimentation, I drifted off to sleep.

***

Spiraling clouds dance across the sky then yield to the full moon, which pours its light upon the world. A bedroom blackened by the unsettled evening, and a set of curtains not quite closed: moonbeams invade and set a single sliver of the wall scintillating with the purity of their cherished white light.

He's on top of him.

He's lithe and moving so fluidly, the one on top.

The connection, the hitched breath, the freedom in the other's moans and whimpers.

"Yes, more, Dev..." and it's his voice, not mine...

"Fuck me harder, Dev! Harder!"

The cutting call to consciousness shredded my dream. I sat upright in Jake's bed with a raging hard-on and a pounding pulse. At that moment I vocalized my surprise. "How strange..." I said to myself, floored by the kind of forward dominance I enacted in the sex dream. Let's just say it was an entirely unprecedented phenomenon.

I turned and checked the clock. Wow, 4:00 AM already. That was all I needed: back to bed for a few measly hours. I tossed my body onto its side, grabbed my blankets, curled up in them to defend myself from the accosting neon greenness of the alarm clock and the chill creeping in from under my-ahem Jake's bedroom door. In such desperate need of the extra shut-eye, I must've hoped myself to sleep.

***

I awoke at 6:37 AM with just enough time to shower and prepare for the day. I heated up the shower water while I brushed my teeth and mussed with Jake's hair. As steam encroached at the edges of my reflection in the jock's speckled bathroom mirror (I'd really rather not like to imagine what substance, or more likely substances, stained this poor looking-glass), I realized time pressed urgently.

I hopped into the shower and met a wall of warmth. I stopped to luxuriate in the sweet heat. The showerhead pounded a curative rain down on my stiff back while the steam the stream created lapped at my skin. I looked down to admire for the hundredth time Jake's Adonis-abs and ample male endowment. Man, that cock was pretty much a phenomenon in and of itself. I trailed an eager hand down defined lines of abdominal musculature, over punctuating hipbones, and finally through a small, manicured bush of pubic hair before I reached his cock and palmed it with his strong hand. Like yeah, I was obviously already rock-hard.

Ugh, I forced myself to respect the time limit. Servicing his demanding dick would have to wait till later. Later...

A chill ran through me as I thought of my previous tamer, sexual encounters with Jake as he was trapped in my rightful body. My mind swirling with ideas, I gasped remembering the dream shards from last night's fantasy still floating and flashing through my tattered psyche...

Then, in the dream, I reveled in the powerful, borrowed body that pinned the lithe frame with crushing confidence and obtrusive excitement. Disconcerted inhabitant of a vessel never requested, the forcible actions and fluid movements I executed in sexually objectifying the body I once occupied left me baffled and behind, caught off guard and cast aside by the incontestable force of attraction drawing me to my rightful habitation.

The intangible heat of the encounter had me sweating lightly as I flexed and gripped his sinuous body, hefted him from the bed, carried him towards the door, and threw him against the wall. He sat his weight on my hips, wrapped his naked legs around my back, grinded his cock against my lower stomach, and I slid my hands up the smooth skin of his back to press him and lock him in the tight embrace.

We were kissing; he stopped to catch breath. He stared me in the eyes, and I saw my own helpless eagerness reflected back in the green pool of the eyes through which I once beheld the world. The tenuous moment broke around me as he looked down at his cock then reached behind himself to grab mine. He squeezed mine and looked back up at me with mischief in his gaze.

I felt him as he lifted his ass and slid his thighs down my body. I shifted to help. His hand still on my cock, he guided himself down. Precum oozed from the head of my dick a second before it met flesh. The sensation of contact surely blinded us both; his chest heaved and my arms tensed, yet he pressed on, seeking alignment. We slipped as he gyrated against me.

I felt it: a change in texture there at the center, a softening of flesh replacing supple and sheer with tenderness. He tightened himself and his hole became clenched and flexed as the head of my cock -- which he led to his own hole, the hole I once guarded and worked -- threatened untimely entrance. He let go of my cock only then and shifted his weight to allow gravity's increasingly heavy hand in our coupling.

Pasting a vulgar collection of saliva to the glove of precum he wore, he reached back down to slick my dick.

Still a mere centimeter past the extremity of his hole, resting reverent and breathless with only the smallest space between me and highest ecstasy, I sipped the heavy air that hung around us. With a swift little swoop I caught his lips and stole his control.

He sank down fast.

Tightness I'd never felt, the only kind of intimate heat that really mattered barreled me down. It blew me away.

I started shaking, my muscles straining, my whole being vibrating at a higher frequency...

I even heard a clear buzzing sound in my ear, this bverrrrt sound...once...now twice...oh shit, that detail was decidedly absent from my midnight fantasy.

My eyes flashed open. Jake's iPhone, waddling itself to the edge of the sink, vibrated to announce an incoming call. Startled, I nearly dismantled the curtain as I stumbled out of the shower. I toweled off with haste, caught Jake's phone before it dove from the sink to the floor, and fumbled to answer it, barely managing the steamed up touch-screen with still damp digits and flicking the green accept button as the phone danced what had to be one of its last rings.

It had my little face there staring at me. "Devlin Currant Calling," I noticed on the screen.

I answered, a bit breathless having been ripped so discourteously from my reverie, "Hello?"

"Where the fuck are you, Devlin," my own voice spat at me. Jake, exasperated at my unpunctuality and ensuing deviation from our plans, no doubt, proceeded to berate me, so I assured him I'd join him quite soon.

I clicked off the phone.

Damn, I was in a rather flustering situation. That dream and reliving it by means of my mimetic imaginational faculties were distracting and enticing experiences. The uncomfortable stiffness I awoke with and the still raging hard-on I flaunted there in that steam-crowded bathroom terrified me.

The intensity mounted there in that hotbox. My empty stomach and personal heat, sexual or otherwise, conspired to snatch my breath and leave me lightheaded.

I opened the door and spilled into the bedroom with the steam.

I had zero time, a negative unit of time, really.

I rushed into Jake's closet, which I'd reorganized. But I couldn't really find anything and needed to cut the bullshit and collect myself. So I haphazardly dressed myself in Jake's standard and undemanding wardrobe. A pair of sweats and a t-shirt sound good, Jake's body? What was that? No complaint? I thought as much.

And I hadn't the time to worry.

***************

--Jake--

So I woke up at the end of a wet dream about Devlin.

Yeah, I came in Dev's tiny briefs while I dreamt of returning to my own body (fucking finally) and fucking the shit out of Devlin's light and tiny, so sexy body.

What the fuck is wrong with this kid's hormones? I couldn't believe this shit. I leapt down from his bed and waddled to the bedroom door; then I hopped out into the hallway and rushed to the bathroom.

Flick. The light on. Click. The door locked. Strip. My briefs down around my ankles, I quickly cleaned myself up as Devlin's still stiff dick stared up at me, angry for disturbing it.

Don't look at me like that, Dev's dick! Blame your body! I was beside myself! Last time I had a wet dream in my own body had to have been three or four years ago. The fuck is wrong with this sorry fuck's hormones? I stopped for a second to wonder if this was a regular occurrence for Devlin. Poor helpless, lil, horndog. I looked up to inspect the cutie's reflection in the mirror. I could get used to the view, I thought, before quickly realizing that enjoying the boy's gangly and gorgeous body meant I was still without a shimmer of hope for returning to my own powerful bod. God, I miss my muscles. Yeah, I know, the jock digs himself and his prized appearance. Pretty typical and unimaginative revelation there -- who's writing this shit anyway -- but that doesn't mean it wasn't true. I missed my body for physical reasons, but I also enjoyed this new body for physical reasons. Let's just say I wasn't miserable here in Devlin's body, in Devlin's home, in Devlin's life. It was kind of like a vacation from my uniquely experienced pressures and obligations. Not having any investment in Devlin's life, I was at ease to be myself. There was no pretense. I wasn't about to crack open a dictionary to try and fool his oblivious friends and his indifferent family.

That said, I wasn't about to stop checking myself out in the mirror either. The kid's gorgeous, plain and simple.

"Wow," I said out loud as Devlin's eyes flashed, emerald and bright as the gem.

A bang on the door followed quickly by a screeching, "Deeeeev! I gotta pee! Hurry up!"

Ugh, his brat sister. "Fucking A, fine!" I sighed, swiped a towel from the rack on the back of the door, wrapped the unbelievably fluffy thing around my waist, and opened the bathroom door. "All yours, sis."

She swept past me, busting me just below the ribs with her shoulder. Lil midget bitch! I thought.

Before I could retaliate she shrieked (big surprise, right?) and pointed at the tiled floor. "EWWWWWWWW! DEV!"

What the fuck...? OH SHIT! I'd left Dev's cum-filled panties there next to the sink!

"Bahahaha!" I bent over in laughter.

"EW EW EW EW! SO GROSS, DEV!"

"Jesus, calm your tits!" I pulled it together: a few more chuckles for good measure, an accomplished strut into the bathroom. Dev's sister (yeah, I didn't really know her name at this point) backed away from me like I had the plague or something. I really should invest more time in fucking with his sister. She's such a sucker! Her overreaction was priceless.

I picked up the panties, readjusted my towel, and strode out of the bathroom.

"Gross boy!" the tween shouted at me as she hung out into the hall from the doorframe. She swung back into the bathroom and slammed the door. I couldn't help but laugh again.

I made my way back down the hall to Dev's room. I locked the door behind me, dropped my towel, and launched myself, naked, onto Devlin's bed.

Staring at the ceiling, I sighed. Yup, good stuff. Man, I love messing with people. Such a harmless thought, right? Wrong. A wave of guilt overcame me. Fuck, I used to seriously fuck with Dev, didn't I? I remembered my friends tossing around his tiny body, the one I now called temporary home as I stretched my arms, placed my hands behind me head, and flexed my smooth, flat stomach. I really should've stood up for the guy, I thought to myself, but I realized I mostly kept hands off because I was so attracted to the twink. He was exactly my type! The floppy hair, the overwhelmingly beautiful eyes, the light complexion and smooth skin, the thin and lanky body, the...everything. The everything. I was obsessed with his everything. That's why this body switch was so strange to me! Anyway, I also really liked the kid for more than his looks. He was so defensive when cornered, so witty in a pinch! I'd received quite the tongue-lashing from him in the past (no, not the good sexual kind of tongue-lashing) and was powerless to rebut him! He was quick and, ugh, so brilliant. I had a serious case of admiration for this guy.

***

I turned and looked at the alarm clock. Having awoken early from such a crazy dream with such sticky side effects in my waking reality, I turned off the thing before it had a chance to buzz that morning. Anyway, it was like quarter till 7. Devlin told me both him parents would have left for work before 6:30 and that they wouldn't know if I skipped school. Excellent hands-off parenting. Definitely my style.

So, lying there, I got to thinking about Devlin in my body. What was that weird magnetic pull that seemed to draw us together every time we were within a 20-foot radius of each other? I wondered if it was potentially the experience of erotic self-love that I was drawn to my own body now that I inhabited a different one. Am I really that narcissistic??? Yeah probably.

In any event, I couldn't even think about Devlin in my body and me in his making out like we did yesterday. The switch back was too good to be true, but it made me realize how much I wanted to dominate him back in our rightful positions and roles. That was something I couldn't cope with, my sexual confusion, my uncertainty. Watching porn and jerking it, or even being with girls the few times that happened really had both me convinced I was a born top. I was good at fucking girls when I could muster the mental energy to actively imagine a guy riding my cock. Lucky my girlfriend, or I guess ex-girlfriend, had smallish boobs. When big ones bounce around in your face, it's kind of hard to imagine them away. And watching porn I just always pictured myself as the dominant and hunky (did I mention how attractive and masculine I was) top.

Anyway, so I got to imagining, and images from my dream flashed into my mind's eye: Devlin bobbing up and down on my cock, me standing and railing him from behind as he pushed back on my dick, his cock raging hard as I delivered a good pounding to his prostate.

My cock moved on its own (you know, when your cock just kind of jumps in excitement?). I heard the front door slam downstairs and hopped up to look out the window and catch a glimpse of Devlin's sister running to catch the bus. She made it, unfortunately. Would've loved to see the brat pitch another fit, hehe, I thought.

Some time must've passed, because when I came back to Dev's bed and glanced at the clock it read 7:05. The fucker's late.

I kicked around some of the clothes I'd scattered around the kid's room and never bothered to pick up. Which fucking skinny jeans did I squeeze myself into yesterday? I found the ones and fished through the pockets for Devlin's phone. Gotta call the lil bastard.

No luck.

I looked around the room to see the iPhone sitting on the edge of his dresser. I snatched that shit.

I dialed my own number without bothering to search his contacts, because fuck that.

"Hello?" I heard me say on the other line. Still fucking annoying, ugh.

"Where the fuck are you, Devlin?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry! I suppose I neglected to monitor the time as I showered. I'll be on my—"

"Ugh, Devlin, just get your shit together and get over here! This is some important bullshit going down today and we need to get the ball rolling. Who knows how much time we'll have before your parents come home!"

"Um, I do? They return home sharply at 5 PM each day, and they travel to the city together, so we can be fairly certain of our time limit for today's acti—"

I just had to cut him off again. "Just hurry up, dipshit!"

I hung up on the fucker.



Borrowing His Body Ch. 05



Disclaimer: I apologize for not even giving this story the time of day in the past several months. First, I have been more than preoccupied with academic endeavors. Second, I now realize I have toppled more than my fair share of authorial stumbling blocks in reentering this fiction. Thank you for bearing with the last update. I hope this satisfies more fully, though I cannot safely expect it to, as I am quite the green penman. I dispel any pretense here by conceding this really is my first work of fiction/pleasure writing, so please be kind.

Part 5

~Devlin~

The contents of my stomach – merely a piece of toast dressed with butter and honey and a few sloshes of orange juice – swirled freely like a snow flurry. Stationed in the driver's seat of the borrowed automobile, I fidgeted nervously.

Why I couldn't bring myself to enter the house, my home territory, was beyond me. Idle and impotent, I realized I didn't usually experience this brand of physical anxiety, the crippling variety that then glued me to the leather seat. Curious how Jake's body seemed to react in accord with its typified behavioral patterns when presented with key stimuli. Ever intrepid (or at least intending to be), I'd not often experienced such overwhelming unease at the arrival of a socially unmanageable encounter.

I was inordinately contemplative. The night before, I lost an hour to fruitless, neurotic postulation, and when I finally caught the winks I did they were far from fully restful. Though mired in these thoughts and feelings, my mental preoccupation was far more familiar to me than the physical toll the anxiety took on Jake's body. I couldn't comprehend the torturous unease, the painful jolting of my visual memory rapt by the still lingering dream, the jarring lurch of my stomach.

Housed in this beautiful boy's body, enchanted in my dreams by the promise of sex, bound to subconsciously worship the temple in which I'd come to abide...

Hijacking Jake's body for this extended joy ride had a certain superficial comfort, but that was pried away...

My mind floated away from the temple of his golden brow, towering atop his strong neck, the shelf of broad shoulders, and yearned for return. I was detached from myself and from Jake, consumed by cogitation.

Cold irony laughed as I realized I hadn't felt farther from home than I felt now, as I sat in my own driveway. It seemed I hadn't yet braced for the crushing blow of reality till this moment, not last night when scholastic responsibilities called on my attentions, not even before when my ostensibly genetic gift for psychic exchange manifested itself to catapult me from my body and into Jake's. It wasn't until now that I fully came to stare my own misfortune in the face. It unsettled to the core of me.

Heavy, the cloud of my breath fogged the windshield.

I watched it fade for a few seconds before attempting to find resolve. Never having lacked wherewithal nor constitution, I gathered my will about me as a coat of mail. Armored against an angry, assertive Jake trapped in my plucky, hormonally challenged body, I finally opened the car door and stepped out into the cold.

Overcast, the sky boded uncertainty. One of my more puerile attributes, the unwavering correspondence between my mood and the weather tended to prove rather unfortunate for me in my early adolescent years. It was a rare cloudy day when I felt as light on my feet and as optimistic as when the sun grinned down on me, and nothing short of a windfall could pick up my crumpled mood and straighten it out again when it rained heavily.

I stared up at the sky to ask it for answers. Clouds growing heavier shook their heads in concert.

Not good. No, things would not go well today, and I would likely be at fault.

Putting portent aside, I took a few steps towards the house before stopping, looking back at the car, its windshield swimming with dull reflection of the sky.

I sighed, scuffed my feet as I began my sorry march to the porch.

I felt an indescribably irksome tug in my stomach then, a kind of bubbling rage. My shoulders tensed. I dug my foot into the hard ground as I walked, reached the concrete stairs, caught the railing, and landed myself on the porch in one bound.

I stood there breathing more forcibly. The cold air I sucked in washed out my lungs. I hung my head, gritted my teeth.

I was so over the intractable feeling of helpless waffling. Here, no here, no here, no. Where was I meant to be and where had I gone wrong in not being there now? I was done thinking 'well maybe this will work', or 'if only I can trim this here and primp that there so it all comes together for the final finish.'

No.

So utterly done.

I experienced the wash of anger as a lolling beachgoer watches kids skimboard, fail, and tumble off into the sand. Peculiar, unprecedented, uncalled for outright. I felt myself rebel against the unfunny emotions, the flipped switch that clipped the better, intact part of my psyche and tore me at the seams.

I needed to pull it together. Calm and peace and...

I just needed to get inside the damned house.

***************

–Jake–

After I hung up on Dev I threw on the only shorts and a t-shirt I could find in his closet.

I was pacing the room then even though I never fucking paced anywhere ever, and this body had me acting all kinds of weird.

I just couldn't stop thinking about the rush of yesterday, and not just the sexual bit, obviously. It was the star trek, warp-drive, hurdling through space-time back to my body nonsense that had me staggered at the physics-defiance of Devlin's life, just the impossibility of it all...man, it just had me stuck there, steeping in thought.

Not that my inner monologue was typically lacking, or anything. I consider myself to be a perceptive kind of guy. I can be as rough-around-the-edges as any stock jock-type (not without reason for my own hardened defense in the social jungle of high school), but I like to think I'm more than that. Really though, maybe I'm not... HAH. Either way my time with Devlin, in Devlin, to be more specific, set off some kind of intellectual itch I just couldn't reach and it bugged the shit out of me. That kind of "oh shit I have to figure this out or I'll be pissed for the rest of the day" itch I get when I forget which character said that Avatar: The Last Airbender quote someone just happened to accidentally repeat in conversation. (Yeah, Avatar: The Last Airbender was my favorite cartoon from middle school and it's nerdy as hell, but so what? It's quality and I'm obsessed.) That kind of annoying itch that required exact itching. Most everyone has to know what I'm talking about here, I know it.

Anyway, so the itch burned hard and I just couldn't scratch it yet. I needed to explore some things with Devlin, that much was cold, hard fact.

I turned to double back across the carpet knowing full well my guesses were an exercise in beyond lost cause but wondering nonetheless...

What is Devlin, even? I haven't really even stopped to think... Is he, like, some kind of X-man? I asked myself what brand of fiction novel someone threw me into and kept pacing. Wait, why hasn't this been addressed yet?! Holy shit, Devlin could literally be any kind of sci-fi bullshit and I'm just here waiting on him to come fuck me. Fuck.

But even on that I was unsure. Wait and what's actually going to happen here. Who's fucking who, and in whose body?

Ugh.

While I couldn't stop thinking about sex with Devlin, I also couldn't compromise my own callous use of Devlin's body, reduced to a sexual play toy. But there were deeper feelings of affection redoubled by the startling pull of chemistry I'd felt with him yesterday. And why am I such a jerk to him?! I needed to figure out what was going on, why I felt so off kilter, so distanced from him.

I didn't have time to answer my own questions.

Devlin's disturbing, automated doorbell rang and I jumped so obviously I almost slipped in my socks on the carpet.

Okay, we'll forget it. We'll forget it all, put it aside, run downstairs, and pick up from yesterday outside by the car where he couldn't help but pull me in for a kiss and we will go from there.

Crashed into the door, practically, barreled out of my room, thundered down the stairs. Shit, here it comes.

A bead of sweat slithered its sorry self down my spine as I pulled Devlin's sack of bones up to its highest height (obviously far less impressive than I was used to, le sigh).

Okay, deep breaths, I told myself. We're gonna sink this.

***************

~Devlin~

The door swung open and out spilled dry heat. I saw what should have been myself standing there – chest puffed uncharacteristically, hips squared straight, rigid arms by my sides – but I didn't look much myself at all. His brows furrowed and eyes dark, I scarcely would have leapt to call the face my own if not for those lips, pale and stretched tight.

My anxiety broke like cheap ceramic on that stern visage. I fought the urge that overthrew my fear, the urge to reach out and wipe the creases from his forehead. After the brusque phone conversation, I offered a truce as I opened my mouth to speak.

"Hi Jake, I apologize for my late arrival. Ablutions delayed me...or, ugh, I took a bit too long in the shower, you know I'm not accustomed to washing this much body." I gestured to all of me. Genial, I faced my palms towards him and splayed my fingers. Open, honest, I looked down, lowered my hands. With them, my defenses. When I looked back up at him, I borrowed the charm I'd seen his face work wonders, and gave my best for a smile.

Resolve in his eyes blinked.

With a sigh like heaving lead, he said, "Ugh, alright man, just get in here before I freeze my balls off."

I stepped inside. So distracted by his spiky posture and harsh body language, I had neglected review of his attire. Jake managed to sleuth out one of very few pairs of athletic shorts I permit in my wardrobe. The short synthetic shorts material covered a quarter of my scrawny thighs. I imagined his balls really must've caught their fair share of the winter air. I took a closer look and realized he'd forgotten his underwear. I saw my own member, shrunken and cowering in the cold, through the mesh.

"I'll say! You aren't really doing my equipment down there any justice, what parading around in the cold like this, commando in my short shorts!" Heh, well I thought it was bracing enough to say.

He rolled his eyes and quipped, "Yeah, but like it's nothing to write home about anyway. Why do you think I want back in my body so bad?"

I laughed, he chuckled, and the empty house chortled back too. Huzzah, off to something of a start.

He stretched his arms behind his head, grabbed his elbows with opposite hands and swung his torso back and forth. Ease took a seat with a swish where defensive, thoughtless anger sat before.

"Wow, yeah, so your house is really fucking empty, Dev. Way too empty."

In attempts to better coordinate my attire with Jake's excessively casual dress and also because the stale heat of my house baked me there under my collar, I struggled out of Jake's smothering parka and stiff winter boots by the door.

"Right, I haven't actually experienced it as such. My parents are always gone, out of the house by the time I wake up each morning, and I suppose you know a bit about how, well, punctilious I can be about school and attendance and such..."

I surveyed the open area of my house as I spoke. Light filtered in from the skylight above the stairs, which lined the left-side wall of the grand foyer. The windows in the living and dining rooms to the right and left, respectively, were of the same operative design to maximize illumination. My house should have been beautiful.

I sighed deeply and returned my gaze to Jake just as I finished my spiel.

He gawked at me.

"What?!"

He rolled his eyes. "Nothing, you're just ridiculous, Devlin!"

"What, I..."

"Oh don't pretend you don't know what I mean. Can you cut the walking dictionary act with me!? We're trying to accomplish some heavy shit here...it's...it's not going to be easy, so, you can at least let it be real with me."

He crumpled in on himself and I knew then he went through it to the same degree I had. Socks swishing on the hard wood, I glided towards him.

"Yeah, um," he gulped, "so just, worry less about that bullshit, okay? For our sake here in this psychic cluster-fuck!" He spat that at me, and then, almost imperceptibly, withdrew from my bold encroachment.

I ventured another step towards him, and though it was no conscious fault of mine, what with having inadvertently catalyzed our switch, I towered over him. I noticed then that I wielded the body I borrowed from him against him, weaponized my movements, physically commandeered our verbal exchange.

Unhesitating, I caught him right below the shoulder. He started at my grip, but I insisted and drew him closer to me. First, he stared at my tensed, veiny hand on the wire I called an arm in my body. Second, he drew in his breath. Third, he bit his lower lip and looked up at me with purpose glittering in those green eyes.

I met his gaze with set jaw and heavy brow. I smirked.

I could scarcely explain my dominant, forcible behavior. Perhaps, seizing opportunity, last night's dream stole into the disaster of my mind and permanently affected my behavior, leaking Jake's personality's residue all over the ruins of my once cultured, orderly mindscape.

I stood over him. The allure of that brilliant green glint swept over me. I sought to capture it like the priceless gem it was. Loosening my hold, I intentionally exhaled into his face, an effort of self-control, though playful nonetheless.

I chuckled softly. He cocked his head and squinted at me.

"Hey, what the fuck's so funny, Dev?!"

I couldn't remember him calling me Dev before today. Hearing him borrow my voice to speak my preferred nickname recalled our predicament.

Pieces of me went slipping away into Jake...

Like in this one nouveaux-retro, 8-bit video game I played a while back, a sharp 180-degree rotation revealed the new camera angle on us. Developments, made seemingly in our sleep, overhung. Now if only I couldn't negotiate my way to the top of them.

While apart from Jake, I felt settled and right in his body. If my dream wasn't telltale proof of this...

I jumped from my speculative musings back into the moment. "Nothing," I said as I raised my other hand to his face.

He started again, saying wait. So there it hovered, my hand. My chest rumbled again with laughter.

I forgot all resonance of doom, all mercurial itching. My being trained on his.

"Hey, hey!"

"What, Jake?! Just calm down!" Now I stroked his cheek then flicked several strands of my tended locks from his face. They felt greasy, but I swallowed indignation and the urge to upbraid him for his poor upkeep.

"I'm just admiring what I miss greeting in the mirror each morning. Not that your face is some kind of consolation prize to me. Believe me, I agree with your former assessment. Fate's dealt me the better hand by far."

"Ha, you're so right." He shifted his weight to one hip with the small triumph of his sass. "But...anyway..." His word trailed off.

His hesitancy proffered before me, the prized quarry of some hunt I'd since forgotten, I gloated over him and approached his face far too closely with mine, then quickly cupped the nape of his neck with my playful, free hand.

I opened lidded eyes to bore into him. He dazed. Thinking him in need of fresher shock, I swiftly dipped to kiss him. The side of my face pressed his softly. I kissed his cheek, inches from those frail lips.

I breathed hot there, toying with the temptation to torture him, kiss those tiny ears of his, play with his hair. I knew how it drove me in that body to wits end; I wondered if he'd experience the same trigger reaction because my body relished the act of its own accord or if his own affinities would overrule.

I slid my hand up into his hair, less greasy than I thought and impossibly smooth.

That's when I heard it: an audible whimper, a little cry for release. Simply impossible, Jake locked into the role I always hoped to play for him.

Affording him reprieve, I asked, "Jake, you okay?" as I stood, slightly hunched over, my torso still half a foot or so from full contact with his lithe figure, face on his, breathing heavily and sweetly. His reaction was my delight.

"Mmm." A moan now? Pliant in my hands? No, suppliant before them.

I pressed harder into his cheek, rotated slightly, kissed him again, sucked his skin a bit. A carefully intrusive step forward. I released my hand and slid it down the back of his shoulder and his arm, trailed down to the small of his back. I reeled him in, just barely not leaving him breathless.

Yesterday's connection flashed through my brain. Jake's cock, already aching, swelled hard. I closed the space between his torso and the protrusive bulge.

"Jake, let's go to my bedroom," I whispered in his ear.

***************

–Jake–

Damn, Devlin played me like a fiddle and I screeched out any note he asked for, painful with urges, man, so many urges. If a few minutes ago as I paced his bedroom floor I thought all I wanted was to finally return to my body, now all I could think of was climbing it. I think I misunderstood the feeling before and what I really wanted was to be near Devlin, to be back in his presence, just to feel him as me and me as him. I couldn't understand it, but I tried on a few different explanations for size (if I remember correctly, I mean the whole thing was such a psychological free-for-all who really knows) and this one fit best.

I followed him up the carpeted stairs to his bedroom. He was lighter on his feet than I ever was, and I guess in his tiny body I walked the same.

Swing, he opened the door; swoosh, I closed it again; click, I fixed the lock; plop, we landed on his tough bed.

There we were: alone, afraid, on the edge of his bed exchanging glances. With the door locked, secure against a world unaware anyway. Me on his left, him on my right.

I fidgeted to get comfortable and ended up folding one of my scrawny legs up pretzel-style under my bony butt. (Gawd I was missing those sculpted cheeks of mine that I'd just watched sashay up the stairs, if for nothing else the ergonomics of 'em). Devlin sat with both feet on the ground and his torso angled my way.

"So..." I said.

He sat there, head inclined down a bit, smiling at me gently and kind of stupidly. "So is right...what now, Jake? What now?"

He leaned back to prop himself up on his two arms, extended out straight, with his palms stretched out on the bed. I saw his fingers move. He gripped and scrunched the comforter. Is he nervous? Oh fuck I hope that awkward thing with sex doesn't happen when you choose relocate and the new space just sucks up all heat from the action before... I knew this happened, all too frequently with my ex... That was different, though, right?

I didn't fully grasp my hesitation. I'd waited for this for so long. I couldn't imagine this happening with any other guy. Devlin was right for the job, but in this current state? In my body? Could I indulge my self-center to the point where I let him, in my body, fuck me in his? Questions like these flew through my head as I watched him fidget on.

The support of his arms collapsed. He fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"You know, I cannot rightly explain what came over me this morning. One moment I stood steaming up your bathroom with your shower, making exceedingly good use of my imagination and your crazy sexy body remembering a dream from last night. Then the next thing I knew, I sat sweating profusely in your car ready to vomit and punch your face in at the same time." He chuckled a bit, but it was dry. "And I mean the face you have now...so...my face, and I'm quite glad it didn't come to that! I intend to make a variety of uses of that face of mine, both before and after I switch back to my body," he said as he smiled cheekily.




Borrowing His Body Ch. 05



"Haha, yeah. I wouldn't want anything to happen to your face either." I unfolded my legs and leaned back slowly to join him. "I probably like it just as much as you." I swallowed way too loudly.

Oh gawd, did I just gulp!?

I was the anxious one here, so fuck me.

"Haha, oh do you?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's...um...really nice."

"Thanks, Jake. That means...something...yeah, it means something wild to hear that coming from you."

"Yeah, I just...man, I can't get over how pretty your eyes are. They're just, like, always bright and shining...and..."

"I know what you mean, haha."

"Hey! Cocky much?"

I turned to look at him, but he kept staring at the ceiling.

"No, it's just that I also find myself rapt looking into my own eyes from this vantage point. But the wonder isn't new to me. Your blue eyes stunned me before too. It makes me wonder if it's the eyes or the person behind them I'm profoundly attracted to..."

I blushed. I knew I did. Even though I couldn't see myself, embarrassment tickled to the surface of cheeks stretched over pointy cheekbones. And I turned my head back to gaze up at the white nothingness of my ceiling (my room was pretty drab back then). In my peripheral vision, I saw him shift to look at me.

He continued, "Jake, I'm apprehensive here, you know, to talk about this, but...did you ever feel anything for me before? I'm asking about any little thing, here. Some kind of remote attraction, maybe, since you knew you were gay and I was too. Haha, well we still are, you know, gay, so I guess that was poorly worded. What I mean is, geez, was there anything there at all? Or was this just like now because of what happened...and...ugh..."

I closed my eyes. Fuck this, I can't handle this shit right now. I turned my head to face him, then curled up and turned fully onto my side. I met his eyes full on and almost flinched at the intense contact.

"Devlin...I...haven't really ever talked about this so..." I was slow to it, like someone ever so slightly turned the knob on a pressure valve in me. I whistled out a bit of the built-up steam.

But first he cut me off, attempting to retighten it, set it back to where it should be. All systems clear, pressure on, running at full speed.

"Right, no worries, I don't mean to discomfit you or anything." His neck flexed and flicked his head back up to the ceiling: distraction, detachment surely caught his eyes there. "Forget I asked," he pressed on, embarrassed obviously, "I just figured, what with this terrifyingly new experience looming we should maybe compare notes before...but you kno—"

"No! No. Devlin, stop. I want to do this. I want to finally come out...hahaha, not come out, but you know, I want to come out and say this. To come clean." I paused. "And, well, I also want to come out...in that other way...at least right now to you...Dammit! I'm going to get this out there!"

I sat upright abruptly.

He propped himself on his left shoulder.

"Devlin..."

"Yes, Jake?"

"You know when we, ahem, ran into each other before..."

He nodded. Carrying on... "And, well, my buddies would pick on you..."

"You and your buddies would pick on me, Jake! I can't let you off the hook that easily." His smile about it was sincere, but he still looked pretty serious.

"Yeah, when I picked on you too...but not as bad as the other guys!" I hurried that in there, a bit flustered.

"Yes, Jake, fine."

"Well, whenever that happened, even just last week when I did that to you with them...I was more than just a bit interested in you as a target."

This is really terrible, I should shut up! He'll hate me for this, said a voice I happened to love ignoring.

"So, you see, I kind of went along with all these little Devlin-bullying bits to make sure you were okay, well mostly okay. You know, not too beat up or worse for wear? I just, couldn't see them really fuck you up, especially after hearing all the fucked up shit all of those guys said about you, what with you being openly gay and all..."

He paused. There was something like shock in his eyes.

Called this fucking shit, he probably hates me now. "Why didn't you fucking stop them altogether then, you fuck?!" Fuck me.

He cleared his throat and shifted on his arms.

"Yeah..." he paused, "well, I always half-wondered why you never laid hands on me." Another interruption of silence. "What you say kind of pisses me off though, Jake! Though I'm fairly certain I'm aware of the answer to my question, this still merits asking, why didn't you stick up for me, for yourself even? Haven't some of us set the example securely enough for other guys out there in the closet to feel just comfortable enough to stick up for our community even a little? Has Glee accomplished nothing!?" He sat up and threw his hands up into the air as he cried out that last bit.

I just fucking stared at him wide-eyed. What the fuck, he can't be serious!

"I'm joking, Jake! Joking! Lighten up!" (The sassmaster in me hoped he wasn't so I could rip his television interests to shreds like the entertainment snob I knew I could be)

"Hahahaha, okay! Phew, gawd, so glad you are. Fuck Glee, man."

"Right, but my point is, this isn't '97! This is 2013 and the social atmosphere's different now!"

"Yeah, I know but...it's just..."

"Look, Jake, all I'm saying is it'd be nice if you stuck your neck out there a bit for me. I know the implications of that kind of jeopardizing move, but you overestimate the heteros. You'd be fine! And, fuck, if we can't resolve this catastrophe before soon you have to be making quite the display for me to make up for all of your pussyfooting hitherto."

"Hitherto, Devlin? Really?" I asked. (Why I didn't go for "pussyfooting" was beyond me)

"Hahaha, right, I suppose that one wasn't necessarily called for..."

"Yeah, neither was pussyfooting." (Yeah, go me, get that chide in there!)

(Wait...How do I signify that this parenthetical commentary is, like, play-by-play extra, ironic detail thrown in for the fuck's sake of it all? Is this enough? Does this work? Doesn't it?!)

"Well, regardless! I'm glad to hear you at least had some concern for me!" He said that as he made this grand, dramatic movement to dig his fists into his hips. That kind of flamboyant flourish looked fucking hilarious on my big bulky body. (Ooooh child!)

I laughed.

"Right, well, Jake, is there anything else you want to say...anything at all?" He moved closer to me, obviously.

"Yeah...I also..." I don't know what it is but this shit was getting me worked up. "Fuck, yeah, I always thought you were really cute."

"Awwww, me?!" He splayed out a hand on the center of his chest. (What a loveable, dorky queen)

"Haha, hey, cut that out!" I shoved him and didn't move his body, my hulking mass, one bit.

"Cut what out? Huh? Cut what out?" He grabbed the arm I pushed him with.

"Hey, hey!"

He started to tickle my armpit. He had this big goofy grin on and his eyebrows were raised...and, ugh, it was just ridiculous!

I burst out laughing, one, because Devlin's armpits were apparently a lot more ticklish than my own, and two, because of his absurd fucking shit.

"Aaaah, quit it though!"

"Nope! Hehehe," he giggled, pulled me in, pinned and held me as he tickled.

He kept tickling me in both armpits! (It was super annoying but also crazy kinds of sweet and adorable looking back on it now, how he wittingly played his body's weaknesses against me.)

So I bucked uselessly against him and we tumbled around for a bit. Yeah, it went on for more than half a minute, then, when he seemed to stop he continued moving. His hands rested heavy on my arms. I felt the heat of them, his hands, as his fingertips began working tiny circles. We were flush on the bed. I was pinned. I stopped squirming and looked back at his face. There was heat there too and an easy smile on his lips.

I kissed him in the sloppiest way imaginable: First, rushing my head up too fast, bumping our foreheads a bit, second, diving too quickly and with too gaping a mouth and too flapping a pair of lips for his lips, so slobbering a bit, and third, giving too soon to an urge to plunge my tongue in at him.

So his smile broke just as abruptly as the kiss did. The shock in his eyes, which I practically swallowed haha, blurted to me, 'yeah, okay, let's do this' in way of eagerness and reassurance, so down shut my eyelids. I swam into the kiss with all the liquid and fun of freestyle glides in the pool.

Our tongue play was fevered. Much more intense. Devlin with the edge of size and strength, and he exerted this kind of 'no you come back here with that' vacuuming and wet force on mine. Man, is he trying to swallow my tongue! Now my eyes widened. He peeked under eyelashes, chuckled, let up on my tongue. I pulled it out, backed off till he caught it gently with his front teeth.

He let it go and I reeled it back in for a second before he breathed (the devil had this knack for epic-porn-quality dramatics, but in hindsight I know he must've have meant every move) 'mine' and sank back down on me. And he really sank. Sinking in on me, the feeling I remember most strongly. My borrowed body, this feeble and brittle and...compressed against the bed. Him sinking, nearly sunk with the pressure of him that didn't ease. I was there under the pressure, a magnificent pressure that could pop my ears. I'd dove into this kiss, all ports but my eyes open to the rush of him. To feel not see. You come even closer, you.

Our legs aligned, he grinded down on me. Till that moment so overwhelmed by the kisses I'd come nowhere close to noticing him swiveling his hips, coming down harder, now letting up on my swollen cock. It was aching me really, a wonder I had ignored it. Now the need crawled out and up from down there, into my mouth, now into his as I poured everything in me out into him. 

Holy shit, this is happening, this is really happening, said the slower voice back there in my head, the one still rubbernecking at it like some kind of accident, but I was so out of it with cocklust (let's be real, I had it, the bad kind I wouldn't be able to properly name till several forays down the line) I couldn't care less.

I moved to powerfully flip us and take over on top, but the motion came out something more of a buck against him that crushed our cocks up against each other.

"Oooof," this gargled sound came out of his half opened mouth then more clearly formed as he broke our kiss.

My eyes popped. I saw his still closed, smiling in the silent, loving way only possible mid-kiss. "Sorry," I whispered, lips brushing his.

He moaned and closed his lips back over mine. Just as powerfully as his mouth played captor of my tongue, his tongue now played intruder. I sucked it. He tastes so good, how can a tongue taste this good, like mint and agave nectar, what?! HOW!?

It was the last thought I had for a while.

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Borrowing His Body Ch. 06



I have picked up this story again at the request of a few dedicated yet frustrated readers. Thank you, to those of you who spurred me on when I was completely content in abandoning this fic. 

It has been nearly two years since I last updated this story. A quick preface should serve well: two teen boys, Jake and Devlin, have switched bodies through some unknown power inherited by Devlin from his paternal grandfather and his father. Jake the jock (balk at the originality) and Devlin the nerd struggle to regain control of their own bodies through the increasingly intense physical contact and intimacy they share. 

Note, the story is told from two perspectives, though this chapter comes entirely from Devlin's point of view. There will be some confusing explanations of whose body is whose body, but I ask you bear with this since it is important to the story and how things develop later. Yes, there will be more coming after this! Happy reading! 

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Part 6 

~Devlin~ 

Pinned and pining, I held in my hands the shape of my own body, yet inside was the being of another. I had him there, captive beneath me in my grasp, seeming firmer than I had ever before exerted. I held his hips now. He squirmed against me, so I gathered him up and slowly eased us onto our sides on the mattress. He maneuvered us further until there I lay, supine. Jake propped himself up with his left hand, slid down the bulk of my body, aligned our dicks, and ground as hard as he could into me. The swivel he managed with his hips was impressive. My hands shot up - surely, by some untamed, hormone-driven passion this body achieved as it rapidly approached the kind of sex it craved most - and caught his ass. The fabric of his athletic shorts lent me the freedom of movement. I palmed it. I spread it. I played it like I, rightful owner, only knew. 

He cleared his throat and repositioned himself. He straddled my stomach, moving around, resting right above my pelvic bone, my threatening erection. I'm sure he was aware. "Um, so...you maybe want to lose some of...these?" He gestured down to our clothes. 

I chuckled. My abs clenched. I wasn't used to this reaction, so I ended up tossing Jake a bit, but he steadied himself with a hand on my chest. "Yeah, why not," I said. 

"Ok." When he said it, it came out him like a puff of smoke, so I laughed again. Uneasy, putting on this sexy act as he was, my own certainty proceeded unchecked. 

I lifted my shirt up with him still sitting there. He raised his hand. Then, bracing himself with those long legs on either side of my body, he raised his hips ever so slightly. I raised mine too, to free the fabric of the shirt from under me. I motioned to grab the bottom of the shirt but I could not seem to pass up the golden opportunity and instead reached for his hips. Jake had his shirt coming off over his head, so he couldn't have prepared for my grip. 

His whole body jolted when I grabbed him, and he quickly threw his shirt off and onto the floor to look down on me, slight concern marking his face. I smiled back at him, and I kept my grip firm. His hips were narrow, bony, suggestive. Extending the arch of my body slightly and inclining his lower half towards mine, I grinded up towards him. 

He rolled his eyes at me. "Alright..." he said, his words lingering and seeming to tempt. 

"Yeah? What's so alright to you?" 

His grin hooked to one side. "You know, kind of everything." And with that he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tried to tear it up and off me. I helped. He needed it, really, fragile little bird. I'd have needed it if I were still in that body, my body... 

I recall trying to forget our current predicament at that time. The body swap. 

I recall how I figured to make the most of it. Give into my darkest, most hedonistic inclinations. After all, I was borrowing his body. 

Upon successfully disrobing me, he looked a bit too proud, so I pulled him back. He sunk down onto me, with what little weight he had, and our bodies decompressed. Flesh on flesh. The divinity of that moment, sure to be outclassed by moments to come, was not lost. 

We both sighed forcibly. I chuckled softly at the simultaneity of it. He shivered in my arms. 

Better suited - rather, no longer suited in our shirts, bare-chested - we resumed the play. And he snaked down my body again, worrying less about supporting himself, more about the painfully perfect feeling of our torsos bare and flush together. 

He grabbed the beltloops of my jeans near the back and really forced down, his pelvis on mine. His hips were too narrow to match mine, but his cock was ever eager and hard as a challenge. He rested for a moment before beginning to gyrate, again, just so. 

"Fuck," he breathed. 

And I had his ass in my hands again. I got a bit too playful, feeling that butt I knew so well. One strong hand up the short short that barely covered his left cheek. 

He actually whimpered. 

There he was squirming halfway down me. Our cocks throbbing against each other's, the full length of his upper body extended about seventy-five percent of my own. Our height difference proved to be the sort of amusing, unavoidable situation you could giggle at then ignore. I could not wait to experience it from the other perspective...from my own body. 

His head was pressed up against my chest. He nudged one of my pecs. The contact there ached. The velvet, glowing mantle of my chest. The silken, pure caress of his cheek. The sensation teased. He raked the unexpected stubble on his chin across me as he moved his head, once now twice rubbing against me like some unfixed feline. 

Jake nuzzled his chin in the hollow of my chest, where flesh dove down and fiercely clung to the sturdy cage of bone responsible for this statue of a body. 

And now, for yet another time uncountable, our eyes met. 

I saw it. I saw him. As if he could hide now. I knew if he could have, of his own accord, leapt from his borrowed body at that moment, to regain control, he would have. He would have run, streaking through the air, back to his body, his statue, to crown it with laurels and dress it for victory over discord and baffling strife. 

Instead, I stared from his high portholes and cast him down. 

That psychic charge that played between us gripped each look. I knew he sensed it when he lowered his eyes. His face. 

He kissed my flesh. His sigh leaked toxins all over me that spread in form of gooseflesh, until they stole up and out of my mouth in a sigh that answered his. "Jake," the toxins spoke, through trembling lips and equally excited breath. 

I had latched onto his ass and hadn't let up since. I squeezed him once more there, then moved one of my arms up his lithe frame, his naked flesh, to the small of his back and higher until I had his chest and could press it down onto my abdomen. Our skin burned together. Even if I didn't own it, the skin, I felt I would never forget the sensation. As inconceivable, as unforgettable as this experience would be - what with hurtling through the space between two human consciousnesses - I knew these touches, these feelings, these imprints would prove most indelible. 

Palms heavy and fingers searching, I kneaded his ass. Perhaps with too much force, since he slid up my body. "Devlin...would you..." he was panting now as he moved up and down, well everywhere, he must have just needed to move to feel. His head was up by my neck now. 

So I inclined towards his ear, "Name it and it's yours, sexy." 

He snorted and pressed himself up off my body slightly, "Wow, really?" 

"Shut up." I grabbed his ass and forced his whole body back down on mine. 

"Uph! Hey!" 

"Shhhh, wish-granting time, what was it you wanted of me, Jake." I raked the fingers of my left hand across his right ass cheek and up, and even further up till I'd lightly scratched the full extension of his slim back. My hand on his shoulder, next, kneading as I molded us together. 

"Mmmmm...well I wanted you to..." 

"Yeah?" 

"Uh, yeah, ummm I wanted you to..." 

"Yeah, baby, what did you want?" I cooed playfully as I pressed him down from both ends - one hand on his ass, one on his shoulder - and moved us together. 

"Ugh, Dev! Would you just-" 

"Mmmm yeah?" 

He laughed as he noticed I'd intentionally interrupted him to such humorous effects. 

"Quit messing!" He nibbled my neck. "I want you to touch me there!" 

"Where?" I palmed around his ass. "Here?" 

"No!" 

"Oh, so here?" I grabbed nearer his hip. 

"Dammit, Devlin, I fuckin' swear!" 

"Oh you muuuust mean here then." And now my hand was at the small of his back again. Frustrating him, withholding from him. It was such great fun. 

He pushed himself up again, and drove into my eyes with his, resolute. "I'll do it myself if you won't!" 

There he was, perched on the rigid mass of my toned lower abs. His head was cocked to one side to keep his hair clear - I suppose he'd realized the challenge of that rather quickly, by which I mean the difficulty of attempting conversation with a shock of hair flapping in your face - and the beams in his eyes tore me down. 

I swallowed. My right hand descended back to where it was before, I slipped under the waistband of his shorts - wriggled under really, seeing as they were so tight on his ass. Again, I palmed his ass, more slowly this time. I reached further, feeling my way around his tight cheek, snaking towards the spot. Where he wanted me. 

He flexed his hips before grinding himself down on my abs again, slowly leaning forward and, through the thin fabric of the shorts, pressing his stiff dick up against my bare abs. He looked up at me and bit his lip like a damned porn star and I'd have laughed if the look in his eyes weren't so embarrassingly captivating. I wondered how to achieve such enthrallment. 

Gently stroking the inner side of his cheek, I reached further. He felt it and shuddered. I felt it and sighed, closing my eyes. He planted a kiss on my chest before laying his head down to one side there. 

When I touched it I felt the noticeable change in texture. There his skin was softer. There he was rather hairless or neatly shaven. I recall how I suddenly realized that I was fantasizing about my own body. 

The area near my asshole, the perineum, the softer flesh. I felt strangely masturbatory in touching there. In hindsight, I suppose I neared a mild panic attack at the thought. Thus startled, I realized Jake had stopped his heavy panting and the slow movement of his hips. He had noticed my reaction. 

"Hey," he said as he looked up from my chest, "What's goin' on, man?" 

At first, I couldn't help but think he was disappointed as my ministrations ceased, wanting more than anything for them to continue unchecked, but when I looked him in the eye he was so plain with me. His eyes told me how this is okay, to be assured that this is okay and that it's me here with him. His eyes spoke to me with certainty. 

Contrite and earnest, he invited me to take him. To take the body I borrowed and give it back to him. Of course, I felt an odd and pressing spirituality in this and I have continued to feel this way since it first happened. Strangely enough... 

Jake, without interrupting the intent meeting of our eyes, moved back towards my crotch. "Because, I want this, you know? I want this really bad. I- I can't explain it, man. It's- it's my own cock, but I want to sit- umm- sit on it- and- uhh- I don't know what..." 

"Jake, shh, you'll have it," responding to him now with the same resoluteness that seemed to fall away from him as he spoke. I redoubled his strength. I could see it. 

I pulled him back to my face, he threw his arms to my sides, catching himself. He gripped my face with one of his quick hands. He kissed me swiftly before looking back up at my eyes and my face. "This is beautiful, it's just- I can't handle this." 

I smiled stupidly, glowing with self-love and our mutual love, and he kissed my teeth. My lips responded to his more eagerly than worshippers of a caring God, not dead - as in not the kind of God I've known. 

I felt it then and there. An irrevocable and alluring...erotic synchronicity. How was I to resist this creature, this reflection of self? 

He bit my lips. Capricious as he was, his tongue vied for dominance. He was so determined. 

Our lips protested his move, but he finally broke from the intense play of our lips, and he moved down my body, kissing my chin first, then my neck in more places than I knew this neck had, and then each part of my sculpted chest. He traced the muscles there, missing them I am sure. 

He went further. Much further than before. 

He tugged lightly at the waistband of my shorts and my underwear, but this was only for a moment before he really forcibly tugged them off my thick ass. I reacted slightly. "Uph!" 

There it was. My cock slapped back at my abs, making a rather audible, nearly comical whap sound. 

The look I got from Jake was priceless, far too expressive for my liking...in fact how was his face doing that to me. If I could have blushed I would have, surely. 

"Uh huh, see! I've just got to really want it if I'm trying to move your ass!" He beamed, the cheeky shit. 

He leaned over my crotch grinning, testing me with his idiotic expression. My reaction was the only rational one called for in that moment: 

I grabbed the back of his neck and inclined him towards my cock. He resisted almost by default, jumping a bit at my strong hand, but then he eased his way down. 

I felt it. The gentleness and smoothness of his lips on my throbbing dick. The sensation overwhelmed me in an instant. Something bloomed inside me once again, and I felt the leak of precum there. 

He had merely kissed it. I had closed my eyes, unknowingly, so now they flashed open as I looked back up at him, poised on the end of the bed, his ass arched in the sky, bent back down on me like some kind of shot boy, grinning wickedly at me. 

I reached above me to drag a pillow down under my neck. I needed to enjoy this view. 

Noticing how he had captured my attention, he turned back on the main attraction of the moment. Now, I looked down. Beyond my own throbbing member I saw Jake's cock, sticking its head out of his shorts, stiff and pointing up to his stomach. I must have missed when he readjusted it like that. Seeing it, outlined so well by the tight gym shorts yet pink and peeking out just so, I felt myself grow harder. 

That was when it happened. He put the whole head inside his mouth and he sucked. He sucked with more feeling than I had ever experienced before. He sucked as if he had never had the opportunity to so thoroughly express himself orally. His mouth moved down the shaft, first taking new, small amounts, which he adjusted for, before taking slightly larger amounts. He was about three quarters of the way down when he gagged a bit and let up, but holy hell... 

Then with the suction again...holy hell. This force was fire to my cock, my mind. Then it spread through my skin, a rash of feelings that conquered every inch of me. 

I leaned up and caved to the desire to touch him. 

I grabbed his shoulder trying to caress it, but I was straining to sit up with him there, seeming to suck all reason from me by way of my cock. So I propped myself up with my other arm and reached forward again, catching his shoulder, rubbing it gently. My hand moved towards his back, towards his ass. 

As I did so, Jake changed his technique. He somehow opened the back of his throat, and swallowed nearly all of my cock. My mind flipped, it seemed. I squeezed my eyes tight and braced myself. I could not allow my body to climax so early in the stages of this. I resisted. 

"Wait, wait- I..." 

I paused before saying, "Jake, could we maybe...hmmm, could we maybe resituate ourselves." 

He choked a bit. He let up on my cock. 

"Hmmm, what did you have in mind?" he asked before clearing his throat. 

"Well, I really wanted to, hmmm, how should I say this...ummmm I really wanted to...eat your ass?" 

I was suddenly so tenuous. I was about to eat my own ass with the face of the man with whom I had been so infatuated for so long. This was surreal, and in retelling it I must confess how crucial it is to stop and take stock of the situation. My mind was harbored in Jake's hulking brown body staring out at that pallid, lithe frame, glistening hair, and piercing eyes. This was the autoerotic fantasy. I was about to service myself so thoroughly it'd hurt parts of my mind I had never previously even noticed, let alone exercised in such a heady way. 

He had sat up slowly, carefully, thoughtfully. 

"Well, I would love for you to do that for me," he said before pausing, "but I- I'm not sure if I'm all ready for that sort of thing...ya know?" 

"Oh right..." I stopped, suddenly struck by reality. Luckily, I had come to my house for this, so we could be prepared for it all. For someone with such limited sexual experience prior to this, I must say I was inordinately well prepared for sexual prospects. I reacted efficiently, really. 

"Ok, well we might as well discuss this now, especially since I know my body so well and what needs to happen in order to...well, be all ready for that...and more I suppose." I moved slowly at first so to project my intended course, he reacted so naturally, leaning off me. I stood up and was over to my closet in a second. I threw the accordion style door open and dove in, reaching and searching for a bin in the back of my closet...filled with supplies. Ever at the ready disguised as an old collection of Pokémon cards I'll have you know, this bin was filled with all the supplies I could ever need to secure the prospect of safe and clean and fun sex. 

I came right out of the closet with it - pun intended, desperately. 

Within the bin were condoms, water-based and oil-based lubricants, and two small douches, conceivably one for each of two partners - I suppose this did not prepare me for group sex really, but in hindsight I should say I have learned that often it is best to come already prepared to that kind of party. 

In any event, I retrieved the bin, threw it open and onto the ground. I brushed off Jake's chide about the theme of the bin's disguise. Yes, yes, dirty Pokénerd, it's all quite humorous, really. 

"Alright, so this might come as rather disenchanting to you, but it is the reality of the whole situation. I am going to give you one of these...they are...ummm..." and I was blushing, or at least I could feel a blush struggling against Jake's face's darker, tanned skin. So I reached down to grab the object in question. 

I stood up, cleared my throat, and got a hold of myself. "Anyway, what I'm about to give you is an anal douche. You need to use it, and you can do that in the bathroom down the hall. I think you can probably figure out how...and..." 

"Yeah, um...yeah, I think I can figure it out." 

"Right, well you just fill this part...um here..." 

"Yeah- haha, like I said, looks pretty self-explanatory!" 

"Okay! Well, then, go for it, cutie!" I held it out to him comically. It was pretty standard, really, with its blue squeezer and its long slender, black neck. 

Of course, then, I was entirely nude and hadn't even considered that at the moment. 

He was watching my dick flop around. I suppose I hadn't noticed that yet either, and I don't know how, or in what reality it was acceptable for this to happen to me, but for some reason, despite possessing this huge beautiful brown body, I could not seem to keep track of the long dick swinging off it. I hadn't even considered where it was or what it was involved with when it was not directly involved with the task at hand, i.e. sex. 




Borrowing His Body Ch. 06



He giggled at me before grabbing the douche by the nozzle. He walked away, turned and winked ironically, I'm hoping, and hurried off to the bathroom. 

I walked over to the edge of the mattress and sat down. I heaved out a sigh. Holy fuck. 

As I sat there I felt my insides stretch. Years weighed down on me, as if I had crept across every second I had lived before that moment, as if to test the inexorable onslaught of time. I was lost in my body for a second, there. Then I hurtled back, back to a time when I could never have imagined what it was like to lie in bed with another man, yet not even in possession of my own body. There was a time in my young and spirited years, this time I remembered...when I had sat with my grandmother and grandfather in their cottage down at the shore, cozied up with them and my even younger sister by a small yet boastful fire, listening to how it had happened, how grandfather had leapt through a veil in the course of time and space and traded consciousness with another, be it fellow human or animal. My mind sparked with possibility and promise, then. What could be and how it could be inspired me. I desired my birthright. I desired the time and the space to enact myself in such a way. How could I ever have known, raised so strictly by a mother and father of devote Catholic faith, that this would present itself through my desire for another man. A large, bronzed, blonde god of a man. A man I could not even begin to understand. Before this, after all, he was alike to any other muscle-bound jock beauty, and I had no real knowledge of him beyond those fleeting and terrifying glances I'd received and cherished when he had watched his friends, his "bros" toss me out with the trash in the school dumpster... 

The door swung open then, and my reverie flew from me. Where I once had been in the past would have to wait, for here had arrived the present and where I intended to go. 

There leaning against the doorframe was my scrawny, pasty ass, buck nude. What more, my pasty ass was possessed by a beautiful idiot, the ethnically ambiguous body of whom I possessed. Unironically trapped in easily the most confusingly gay predicament conceivable, I just couldn't explain anything any more... 

Yet I knew what mattered most. 

I was going to be with him. It mattered no longer - this experience and the borrowing of bodies - when we would finally join each other in the most copulative and enlightening act. 

*** 

He drew me out of it all instantly. 

"Well, that wasn't all that bad!" 

I looked up at him, with love like the blue, open sky in my eyes. "I am quite glad to hear, Jake" I said as I inclined my head towards him. I grinned then and actually saw his eye twinkle. 

He skipped on over to the bed, bounded up on it. 

"Yeah, it was...well, was it supposed to turn me on? Because...I mean, it felt so weird...this is- embarrassing a bit...umm..." He sort of turned in on himself, making a hilarious face of disgust and uneasiness. 

I scooped him into my arms and leaned back, readjusting until we were up against the backboard with several pillows behind us. He sat across my lap in a way. It was awkward for half a breath before he melted against me and released a caught up sigh. Our bodies seemed to hum together for a moment. 

"I'll say it. You know how to sway me, don't you?" 

"Um...I don't know what you're suggesting!" I said, indignant. 

"You've been around this block before, haven't you?" He asked, more softly than I anticipated. 

"No- no no, what I said was true...this is going to be entirely new for me. I swear it." 

"Then how are you so prepared!? Seems you're all ready to help out a new recruit!" He chuckled at his own joke. 

"Watch the word choice, pal, I'm not pushing some kind of 'gay agenda.'" I said, perhaps a bit too defensively. 

"Oh shhhh..." he hushed as he raised a slight finger to my lips. I kissed his finger before giving him suspicious eyes. "I know, honestly. I am on your side now...and um- well it's not like I wasn't before...I know I have done things with girls before, but honestly it was nothing as earth-shattering as this has been. I-" 

"Jake, really, I can't believe it either... I was just thinking how unimaginable it all is, I- it has me worked up, to say the least." I felt tears rising in me. I heaved a huge breath in. Jake rose on my body as it happened. 

"Dev, I know. I am there with you, but I am also just- ugh...I'm just so unspeakably horned up right now, it is killing me," he said, as if these words clawed their way out from the pit of his stomach. 

I started up from the pillow a little bit shocked. He jumped a bit. We shared a look. 

The time had come to us then, after dragging its feet to the starting block. Here we stood, hearts thundering in anticipation of the gunshot that would give birth to this race, the challenge before us both. 

I may have gulped at that point and he heard me, so he picked his head off my chest where he had been resting it, nestled against me. 

"Devlin," he breathed as he moved up towards my lips. We came colliding back together, weighted with our desire. As naked as I was, I had lost track of my body momentarily, lost track of my cock, and my erection had waned. The heat of that kiss could sear the surface of stars, so it should come as no surprise how it excited me. The thrill that ran through me as our lips met, rushed over each other, parted from each other to devour each others' face in affection. 

I kissed his eyelids. I kissed his ears, electrocuted him with the gentle flick of my tongue, a suggestive suckling sound. 

My hands flew around his nude, smooth body, exploring as they went. Grabbing and kneading his shoulders, his arms, his back... 

I reached around his body, which was flush against my side as he leaned up to kiss me, and grabbed his ass again. He shivered and huddled against me even closer, continuing to kiss and nibble at my lips. 

That's when I did it. I reached down at his ass and worked by hand between his cheeks. The heat from before was gone, but he was just as smooth and now slightly slick from the water with which he'd cleaned himself. 

When I felt it, his soft puckering hole, I felt as if my heart might stop. My only workable defense against this overwhelming feeling was to squint my eyes closed. Jake felt my reaction. 

He kissed my tight eyelids. His face against mine, he whispered to me. "I know, baby. I know how good that feels." 

Baby. He called me his baby. The simpering romantic in me clawed its way to the surface, reborn once more. Damn, I thought I had sufficiently beaten down the beast. It was adorable, though, the real sentimentalist within cried. 

My eyes flicked open and seemed to leap out at his. He smiled gently as we locked eyes again. 

"I- um...do you think maybe...I was meant to be the one?" He broke the concentration. Mind you, my middle finger was still on his hole. 

"What do you mean, Jake?" I inclined my head away from his a bit, giving him a look. 

"Well...I mean, just, I don't know how much I believe this shit myself...but I have wanted you for longer than you could probably guess, Dev...and..." 

I was struck by this, more than I'd care to concede. "Jake...I don't really-" 

"It's just I have wanted you so...so badly for years now and...I can't believe it- it's like I am you somehow now and I just...I want to be in you and for you to be in me and I- I'm rambling now but..." 

Taking a cue from him, I hushed him gently, placing a steady finger on his lips. 

"Let's do this, Jake. Whatever relevance "the grand design" has here...doesn't really matter? Umm...I don't subscribe to that kind of fatalistic nonsense. It's garbage to me. So...um...please kiss me now before I lose myself to it...or, ha, before I flat out lose it...?" I realized he might have been thinking of my erection, but I was completely and utterly aroused with him curled up against me naked. 

I pulled him close to me. I held him in both of my arms now. I rubbed his lower back, slowing bringing my free hand towards the other, yes the one poised at his entrance. 

I rubbed his hole, applied a fair degree of pressure there. He grunted and threw his head back, so I released him there and cupped his ass in both hands instead. I held him there for a moment. His back was arched away from me and his abs had flexed, drawing my attention back to his narrow waist, his painfully erect cock. 

Calmer now and breathing more regularly, he leaned back down towards me. Though his eyes were closed, he drew us together perfectly. Our lips met again. Kissing each other, just touching each other forehead to forehead, breathing heavily. 

I reached up inside him for the first time, then. 

My fingers, intrepid. The strength of that body, unexpected and barely controllable. The moment, more mind-numbing than you can conceive. 

It was just my fingertip at first. I felt his opening pulse against it, giving way. Though I did not know it at the time, I should recall how he had fucked himself with a dildo just the day before, how he had opened himself to it, in spite of himself. 

His ass adjusted to me as I inched in further, playing with the outside of his hole now with another finger. The heat of him... 

He ceased kissing my lips, my fingers moved, he kissed a trail to my ear, my fingers moved, he leaned against my head on the pillow, my fingers moved, he groaned with pleasure as my fingers moved, stimulating the inside of him. The feeling was divine, so intense, so enticing. He moaned at me, into my ears. All I could do not to ravage him was close my eyes and drift into the sensation of his presence on me, next to me. 

He clenched himself on my finger. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "I can't- woah I cannot with that." 

I looked over at him, enraptured as he was, but I realized what would have to happen. 

"Alright, you, luxuriating over there?" I asked. 

All he could do was moan back at me. 

"I'm going to have to interrupt this pleasure of yours though, Jake." 

"Mmm, ok but can we do it and can we do it now please? Can we maybe just you know...do it?" He looked up at me, as I had my finger in him still and I began to slowly move it out. 

"Yes, eager lil guy, I'm going to get condoms and lube." 

"Aw, condoms?! Why! It's not like you'll knock me up!" He paused and I thought I saw a second guess of 'wait a minute, some pretty strange shit has been going on what if that actually happened?' I wasn't sure this was what I saw on his face, but I imagined it as such nonetheless. 

"Because...um sexually-transmitted diseases are a thing?" I replied. 

"Ugh, but like no, I'm clean." He said firmly. 

"Are you? How do you know that?! Were you tested in the last twenty-eight days?" I stared back at him as he lay up against me and the pillow. My finger still moving slowly back out of him, towards his hole, making gentle circles as it went. This was an odd kind of experience, to be honest, discussing such a serious matter as I leisurely fingered him. This was a kind of cognitive dissonance I could appreciate instantly. 

"Ummm...two weeks ago, yeah! My mom took me to the clinic!" He beamed. I rolled my eyes. 

"Okay, but you...ugh. Do you have the proof of that on you now?" He paused for real this time. 

"Ugh, no! I would if we were at my place, though!" 

"Well, Jake, we're not at your place right now! Don't get me started. You have no idea about being gay and how much more likely it is to transmit these things through anal intercourse-" 

"Wait, is it really?" 

"Yup, um yes. AIDS epidemic ring a bell?" 

"Oh yeah, but that wasn't just a gay problem!" 

"Hmmm, true to some degree, but it was a really big problem for gay people especially and, I'm sure you've heard otherwise from the mainstream of homophobic, heteronormative culture but-" 

"Hey, motherfucker, I may be newly capable of expressing myself like this- as- as gay, but I haven't been totally blind to everything like this whole time! I have a tumblr, you know...like I get it that a shitton of gay people died during the AIDS epidemic! Ok, ok, ok, I get it...I get it." He calmed down as he spoke. "No need to- yeah..." 

I had stopped tracing his asshole yet left my finger there, pushing inward playfully as he spoke, picking up and then losing steam. 

"Ok, good, just making sure! I'm sorry if I come off as...like I'm on some kind of really gay high horse or something...I sound pretentious sometimes and I know that, but I just want us to be as careful with this as possible. It wouldn't make sense otherwise, you know?" I asked, now staring him in the eye sincerely. He looked back at me with sass on his brow. 

"Fine," he said. He sat up and pouted. 

With that, I smacked his ass and gently moved him off me. I walked over to my incognito sex supply kit, yes the Pokémon one. I selected a suitable, high quality condom and the water-based lube I knew would do the best. I walked back to the bed and caught a look from him before I kneeled back on the edge. 

"Ok, we'll just do this then." I looked down at my cock. It had been persistently hard this entire time. I somehow kept forgetting the thing, as if that is even a conceivable thing, to forget such a beautiful cock. Really, Jake's cock is just a monument of a cock. It just has the most complex coloring, deep tan in hue when soft, slightly red and blooming with color and wetness when hard. There it was, in such a state. I looked at it, tempted to wag it around... 

Then I looked over at him, there in the borrowed body, my body. I saw myself from the eyes of my lover, literally. He posed there on the bed, now fully on his side, looking at me, his hair tossed back out of his face, his clear eyes like young greens beseeching the sun. My eyes followed the curve of his thin waist to his hips and his small ass. I needed that ass. 

Recollection slapped me in the face. Weren't you about to eat that ass, my recollection pursued. Jake cleaned that ass quite well, for you, and all to enjoy that immense pleasure. 

I would provide it. I would give the pleasure. I would eat his ass with such devotion he may come from my intensity alone. I reveled in the psyche up of that moment. 

"Come here." I perched on the edge of the bed, and I hooked a finger at him. 

"Oh, no. I know where this is going, and you've gotta come to me if you want this ass," he said and I scoffed at him. "What are we gonna do, fall off the bed over there?" He did have a point. 

"Fine." I hopped over towards him. "But turn around for me." 

"What? Whe-" 

I interrupted him with a shove that I did not intend to be as forceful as it was. 

"Oops, sorry!" 

"Yeah, yeah, just watch it, you!" he said. 

"Ok, I'll make it up to you I swear!" He looked back over his shoulder at me with that stupid grin. 

"You fuckin' better!" 

"I will," I said with mock solemnity. 

"Hah!" 

"Alright, I'm just going to...ummm..." 

I bent down at his ass, approaching it almost reverently. I began to spread his legs, a motion to which he responded quickly, now splaying himself across the bed. His ass...it was so small and tight, I barely had to work my way in towards it. I advanced slowly, nonetheless, palming his cheeks, relaxing him. I breathed deeply as I went, until I was close enough to him that I could gently blow on his ass crack. His reactions reassured. Piloerection must have meant another kind of erection, another kind of stiffening that accompanied the stiffening dark hairs all over his arms and legs. I reached around his sharp hip with my other hand. I felt his cock, hard. I squeezed it, testing him. My face was on his ass. 

I took both my hands and spread out his cheeks brusquely. He grunted a bit. 

"Oh, sorry!" I said, into his ass practically. 

"Oh no, no, no, do not apologize." 

"Hah, but like I said, all will be forgiven after I- " 

With that I inclined towards his hole. I kissed it. I kissed it with my whole mouth. He sighed a kind of laughing, abrupt sigh. I could have sworn I heard him breathe, "fuck." 

I kissed him again. Then again. Each time my lips memorized the sensation, the softness and tenderness of his hole. The unbearable hear. The slickness and the taste. I adored it. Every detail of it ingrained into me. Something I had for so long fantasized of received, I loved performing on someone else...on someone else trapped in my body, made to stay there while I borrowed his stronger, leaner, more powerful body. 

The things I would do with this body. 

The things I would do...and to him in my body. 

That thought encouraged, reinvigorated me. 

My tongue flicked out from my lips, puckered against him, kissing him. My tongue snaked from my lips to his hole. I licked him, with the large part of my tongue, tasting how clean he was there. His scent there was unmistakable, but it enticed me further, the musky scent that somehow couldn't be mine. 

"Holy fucking shit, Dev." 

"Yeah," I said into his ass, the full volume resonating somehow through his body. 

"Holy holy holy fuckkkk, d-do that again...for me, p-please..." 

I chuckled. "Okay, but I was thinking, maybe you want to sit on my..." 

"Your dick?" He asked in just such a candid and quick way as he looked back over his shoulder at me that I couldn't help but smile. 

"No, cutie!" I laughed, "on my face!" I forced myself back to my knees before plopping down on the bed next to him on his side, his hip stuck out. I stared at the beautiful globes of his ass. 

"Hmmm...don't mind if I do." He hopped up to stand over me as I lay there in my reclined position. 

"Ok...but which way?" He stood one way, then the other, facing opposite directions. "Oh, oh I know which way!" He faced with his back to me. 

"Oh yes, let's...yes let's do this," I said, my mouth practically watering. We were going to 69. He spread his legs and squatted down towards my face. I cannot describe a more beautiful view to you, it was rather calming to see it. Yes, I said to myself. Just yes. 

"Oh, ok, like this then?" He said as he put his knees down. Now, no longer squatting, he sat rather comfortably, lowering himself even further. 

"Oh yeah, this is- this is it," I mumbled. I was there again, his hole mere centimeters above my mouth, my smooth lips, my eager tongue. I dove in. 

Yet, I barely realized his torso might not be quite long enough for him to reach my cock and complete the position. 

He was bucking wildly instead. Occasionally beating his hands on my firm chest, he huffed hastily, spewing profanities. I reached for his cock to find it slick with precum. Impressive as his arousal was, I felt my own ache then. 

I kissed his hole thoroughly, tonguing up into with insistence. I loved his smell, his taste, his response. His clenching, his squirming, his arching towards or away from me. There was no time to care for conjunctions in the endless stream of mind-numbing pleasure. It washed over me. I needed his attention in turn. 

"Ok, I'm gonna try to-" 

"Yeah, oh ok," he said as we readjusted. I grabbed a pillow to prop my head up so he could slide down my body and reach my cock. 

I caught my breath, "Phew, ok, I need to be back in that ass." 

"Yes you do. Oh, yes you do." 

He looked over his shoulder at me. I smiled so wide I could have paled the sun. 

We returned our attention to the task at hand. He gripped my cock and my wetness overspilled. He traced the precum over my head with his finger before gripping again. He moved, gently jerking me. I looked at his work before reaching up, grabbing him by his hips, and forcing his ass back down. I flicked out my tongue. "Oh fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back. Now his mouth was on me. With mine on his hole, lapping and licking, kissing and working, and his on my shaft sucking indefatigably. 




Borrowing His Body Ch. 06



We felt it then. At once, our bodies connected in that uncanny way. I felt the warmth phase across my mind. 

He took my cock from his mouth. I moved his ass away from me, off my face. He lay down next to me, again on his side, facing up towards me. 

Silently we lay and a moment snuck by us. 

"Um...you did feel that one, right?" 

"Yeah...I think I did..." 

"So it- should we?" 

"Mmm. Want to hand me that condom and the lube?" I pointed to them there at the end of the bed. 

"Yes. Yes, oh yes. Should I maybe try to put it on? You know, it being my own cock I'm about to impale myself on and all...I should be the one, you know, to sheath it, doncha think?" he asked. 

"Haha, oh yes, of course!" 

He retrieved the condom and the lube. "All right, I have used these before," he said. I don't know if it reassured me or not, his comment. After all, his prior reaction made me think he had fucked girls who took birth control so he did not feel the need to use a condom, and that was quite the unsettling notion, honestly. 

"We need a little bit of lube on the cock," he said as he drizzled it on the head of my insistently erect penis. I shivered a bit. 

"Oh is that cold, baby? Let me warm your cock up," he said as he leaned down towards it. 

"Jake! No don't!" 

"Oh it's a bit of lube it won't kill me." With that he sucked the head of my cock and a bit of the shaft into his mouth. The warmth overcame me, reassured me. 

"Ok," he said as the deep red head of my cock popped from his mouth. "That should do it! Let's hop on this dick!" 

"Hey! What, no!" 

He giggled. "Aren't you forgetting one crucial component," I asked, staring up at him as he kneeled over me, straddling my hips with his slender, smooth legs, squeezing me a bit there with them. 

"Ugh, fiiiineeeeee." He hopped off of me, grabbed the condom again, ripped open its wrapper, and pinched the end, checking to make sure he had the correct end. He gripped my dick. More precum spilled out. I giggled. 

"Oh you laugh, but that right there is so fucking hot." 

"That's your dick you're saying that about, you realize that?" 

"I know, but fuck I can't seem to resist it right now it's insane!" his face somehow maddening with lust as he said it. 

"Butt fuck did you say?" I beamed at him. Oh, insipid puns, how you bring us all such inexplicable joy. 

He shoved at my middle, saying, "You're the worst." 

This was endearment. This man, trapped in my own body, telling me to shove off. I could not contain myself. 

He gripped my cock again. Pinching the end of the condom with one hand, he placed it on the head of my cock before rolling it down the stiff shaft. He squeezed the cock, in all its length and girth, having to use both his hands. 

"There, we are good to go!" He looked back at me with an effortless grin. "Oh! Well, except for the massive amounts of lube we will definitely need." 

"Haha, yeah, we cannot forget that!" I said. "We won't be able to, believe me!" 

We laughed together as a couple, as of yet untouched by the curious new meetings and uncertain futures ahead of us. 

He grabbed the bottle of lube, poured a generous amount on one of his hands, closed and discarded the bottle, then lathered his hands together before grabbing my now protected cock and sliding his lubricated hands all over the condom. It felt so good to feel him grab me so firmly. My cock pulsed back at him, overcome with its own eagerness. 

"Mmm, ok, everything looks to be in order, I should say!" 

He cocked a hip as he kneeled there. "You, sir, are a colossal nerd. I'm about to let a nerd fuck me with my own cock from my own body, this is just fuuuuuucked." He slumped back, sort of sitting on his feet. "It's...it's FUCKING CRAZY! 

"Hey! Keep it down, guy!" 

"I just...ok...ok...we're going to do this right." He turns with sincerity on his face. I nod at him wordlessly. 

He gets up on his knees again, sort of waddling over to me awkwardly. This was precisely the way in which I would imagine myself moments before losing my virginity. Hunched over, tossing veritable tresses of sleek black hair out of my eyes, eyes which happened to practically glow with excitement. I was beautiful. Then, deep within, I saw my own beauty, saw it and cradled it in my mind. A feeling of care and healing came over me. We would do this. We would do this, together. 

"Jake." 

"Oh Dev..." 

He was over me now. I reached my strong arms up towards him, gesturing to hold his hands, but instead Jake leaned his body over mine. He came in towards my face. His lips greeted mine pleasantly, swiftly before he leaned back, nearly sitting on my abs. He grinded himself down, making small circles with his hips. 

"You- you think I should go like this maybe, first?" 

"Oh yeah, that's very hot, I like that..." I replied, closing my eyes a bit, lusty. 

"No, you idiot not exactly like this right now! I mean- when- you know- when you're in me..." 

"Oh, well it's probably going to hurt so let's get you on it and then you can sit and move when you feel ok! I'll try not to ask too much when the time comes bu-" 

He cut me off with another sneaky, quick kiss. "Mmph!" He chuckled at me, how I responded. 

"Anyway," I said, raising an eyebrow to him as he beamed an impetuous grin. "I think you should take it slow." 

"Ok, but, ok...but...can we do this, right?" 

"Yes I thi- " 

"Mmm, ok then! Less talk more cock!" 

"I- I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that bu-" 

"Shhh!" 

"Ok." I said. 

He began to grind his ass on my abs again, and his cock nodded at me. He looked down, saw me staring, and gave me an intense look with those soul-stealing eyes he'd come to possess. He lowered his eyelids, batting them at me unwittingly. He moved down slowly, never breaking our eye contact. Jake reached behind himself and grabbed my cock. It throbbed at him, well aware of the pleasure his hand had to give him, yet completely unaware of the immensity of the pleasure to come, the pleasure his ass would offer. 

He lifted up his hips and legs. He positioned himself, but he hesitated, moving his hand around, reaching from a new angle to grip my dick. I lent him a hand, steadied the base of my cock. Anticipation fell heavy on us in that room, like some uncomfortable fog. 

I began sweating, but nerves would not and could not shake the certainty of my desire, my arousal. He had been looking down like I had. We both looked back at each other. The unutterable feeling that passed between the space there, it left my heart stuttering and my head reeling. 

Resolute, I gripped his hips, firmly yet not pressing any kind of control on his thinner frame. He lowered himself, and I held him, braced him. 

Then he was low enough for him to press the head of my covered cock at his hole. I gasped. "Oh...oh my god." 

He moaned in agreement. My lust overcame me. In struggling to resist unruly impulses, I only gently pressed downward on his hips. He understood. 

What I felt first was a kind of pressure, but his ass was so wet from when I ate him, and he was so relaxed that the pressure gave way to heat and a tightness I had only dreamed of, yet for so long. The most pleasant embrace, his ass gripped the head of my cock, taking it into his body, binding us. 

"Oh wow." He said suddenly. 

"Does it hurt...?" 

"Mmm...it does a little bit, but it's only because of your size...well, my size..." 

"Please don't go there," I said. "Are you in pain, Jacob?" 

"Yes, Devlin, I- " I pressed his hips down gently and suddenly I was an inch further into him. 

"Hey, I was about to say I am! And I'm still ready to take it all!" 

"Ok, Jake! I'll take my cue from you..." 

"Good." With that he took a deep breath. 

He slid down my slicked cock. Though my cock was sheathed, I felt as he moved down the shaft. His ass clenched around it, sending electricity through me. 

"Oh fuuuuuuuck. Oh, oh, oh..." 

"Jake, baby, you're..." 

"No, it feels..." 

"What does it feel?" I took one of my hands and ran it up and down his thin torso. I looked down at his cock before grabbing it. Precum leaked from it even before I touched it. I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, the more sensitive underside of it, the tip and the hole there. His arousal was not to be stopped. He swiveled his hips a bit and shuddered, tossing his head back. 

"Oh my fuck does it feel so strange- s-so good. It's just this wonderful feeling of..." 

"Fullness." 

"Yeah," he said, "it's just that I feel so, so, so close to you just..." 

I felt a shock of pleasure. I gripped his hips in response, inadvertently forcing him further down my shaft, and that had done it. There he was, having taken my full length, sitting on my cock. He sighed, rolled his head around on that slender neck of his. Those lidded eyes and pouty lips had me thinking of porn. Then he bit his lower lip and I would have scoffed if he weren't bottoming for me, to the hilt. 

A careful orbit, his hips circled, lulling us into the singularity of sex. In each motion his body sang to me. 

"I want to fuck you." My brows drawn together, feelings fluttering from my stomach to my heart and up to the brim of my eyelids. Tears formed there. 

"Jake. I need to fuck you," I said. 

"Oh please, please do," he slurred, closing his eyes, pawing my sides. 

"I need to," I said and I moved in him, slowly shifting my hips upwards, then slowly drawing back down. 

"I really need to," I repeated the phrase. I repeated the motion. 

"And I need you to, Dev, I need to feel it. Do it for me, so I can do it to you too. Do it for us, so...so you know..." 

"Yeah," I moaned, losing myself to the pleasure. My hips moved as if I had quite the clear idea of my goals though I was clueless. Jake responded in kind, first by gyrating on me, my cock deep within him, then bucking with increasing voracity. 

I was floating there lost to myself, lost to everything around me. The wet hot pleasure on my cock, a more immense and pressing fulfillment of my sexual desires than I could ever have imagined. Vibrating with the unity of life and love. 

Jacob called out now and again as I floated there, thinking myself alone. Next, he was upon me, coy incarnation of pleasure itself. I felt him and I knew I'd returned. 

I was called from the veil of unthinking indulgence by his cries. "Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Y-yes, please just fuck me, Dev," he panted. I was grinding into him slowly yet doggedly and steadily, reinsuring the deprivation of mind with such a sudden blooming of physical stimulation. 

I stared up at him, opening my eyes for the first time in these several ceaseless moments. 

I grabbed his hips in my forcible hands. He heaved himself downward. I was happy to oblige his implied request. 

Down I slammed him onto my cock. I felt the head of it hit something inside, something with more resistance to me and my intrusion there. 

"Whaaaat was that. Wh-wh-what the fuck was that!?" He was in rarest of form, incomprehensible with lust. 

"Oh, you mean..." I slammed him down again, raising and lowering him with my strong arms, throwing his weight around easily. 

"Ah! Oh, oh-" 

"That?" 

"Yes, oh yes please, yes to more of that!" 

Again he went up only to come down with twice as much force. I impale his most sensitive and deepest part of his prostate on the full, throbbing length of my cock. 

Repetition was key for us. His body rose haphazardly. He was all reckless flailing and the most endearing whimpering you have never heard. 

I chuckled to myself. "Someone is just-" and I slammed him down, "such-" I raised him up, "such a needy-" I slammed him down and then quickly lifted him again, "needy, lil bottom, huh?" and I slammed him down as hard as I could. I felt my cock hit his prostate again. He cried out impressively. 

We hit a rhythm as he fixed himself and I fucked him, thrusting up into him. As quick a study as he was a quick fuck, he learned to clench himself down on my cock at the moment I thrust most deeply into him, enhancing the feeling of him on my cock. 

His eyes flew open. "Oh, Devlin, you...oh you have to touch me." He grabbed the hand I had just placed on his lower torso, bracing him as I railed into him, forcing it down towards his cock, stiff and playful, bouncing about. I slowed and Jake sat down on me. He began to grind slowly. 

"Oh...I cannot even begin to tell you how good it feels to have you inside me like this it- it just..." 

I gripped his cock with my large hand, rubbing the head, smoothing it with the precum his cock spat at me. 

"Oh...oh, babe...that's just." I adored how vocal he was. 

"That's it. That is...mmm..." He began to buck against my cock more animatedly, fucking his cock up into my warm, wet hand as he bobbed up and down on my dick. 

This was the moment I first felt it, the urge to force his frame onto my cock and explode with every ounce of my excitement. 

His body had resisted the onslaught of stimulation now for so long I had forgotten what it was to resist so thoroughly the easy temptation of release. 

"Oh, Devlin, I mi- " 

"I know, Jake. Me too," I said. I figured how we must have felt the urge at just the same moment. 

"Oh, oh, ok...ok um! Fuck me harder! Yeah- ye- harder please!" He rocked more violently, pushing forward, urging me. 

I grunted as I fucked up into him again. Our timing faltered once as I bucked him a bit too hard. 

"Woah, haha! Ca-careful!" 

I panted, out of control. "I'm...phew, are you ok?" 

"That I have been. Yes, oh I've been ok..." he exhaled, closing his eyes and grinding down on my dick once more. His smile was luxurious. 

"Yeah?" I grinned widely at him. 

"You fucker..." and he leaned down. In this kiss I met something new, a sweaty and sated version of myself and of him. Dripping everywhere, steaming in his own anticipation. His lips halted to allow for my retaliation. I consumed him. 

"Devlin, I- I just want to come. I want to come like this ok?" 

"Yeah." 

"You're sure you're ready?" 

"Mmmhmm," I hummed him reassurance. 

He began to grind his hips down on my cock again. "Oh yeah," he breathed. 

One hand on his cock, the other on his hip, I steadied him. The heat inside him, pulsing as he working my dick with his ass, built up around my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut. This was going to be the orgasm that broke me, that shattered the very frames of my universe. My muscled body tensed, my toes bent, by balls rose up towards my shaft. His ass smacked against them as he rocked back and forth. The immensity of potential energy within me had never reached such a height, such a climax. 

And then I was the smallest singularity. 

A droplet in an endless amassment of my own essence, turned loose at last. 

As I came, I began to yell, thanking these spirits for our solitude. I shouted as my cock may very well have burst within him. I unloaded myself inside him, feeling how each ripple of pleasure shot stream after stream into him collecting in the 

Skyrocketed to such an enraptured space of mind, plummeting towards new sensations once again. 

"Oh, oh, Devlin I can- I can feel that! I can feel you!" He yelped. "I feel you there! I feel!" 

"I know baby, let go. You can- " I offered before... 

I felt a splash of it over my stomach, followed by another on my chest. "Oh," and he rocked again. "Fuck," and he slammed himself down on me for good, it seemed. 

Shudders and inarticulate vocalizations. 

Confusion crept up to us. What of the mental fireworks? Why hadn't I tumbled as before? Why didn't we switch back? 

How cruel it is to leave that ultimate, most intimate comfort behind, how cruel it is to ask and want, yet not to know. 

How, in the blushing pink of that first afterglow, I could scarcely conceive of what would come.