Getting Personal

Getting Personal

Last night I had a dream that I stumbled upon a magic lamp with a genie inside. When the genie appeared after I rubbed the lamp, I told the genie that I wished I could get to know my brother on a more personal level. The genie said it would grant my wish, and the rest of my dream was basically nothing more than a hazy memory.

Now you see… When I made that wish in my dream, I never expected for it to come true! But on the offset chance that it did, I never thought the genie would put me inside my brother’s body!

When I woke up, I immediately felt that I was somehow much heavier and hairier than when I went to sleep. I was always a really thin guy. No matter how much I ate or how much I worked out, I could never put on any more weight. My body simply refused to add mass! So when I found myself inside my brother’s heavier set body, I simply couldn’t help but admire myself. I got to see the goods up close and personal from a perspective I never would’ve imagined!

“Ah… fuck… feels so good…”

Moan after moan came out of me as I rubbed down my new massive body. Fuck man! It felt so good to cup the slabs of meat of my chest with my burly hands. I gave my pecs a couple of bounces as I ran my fingers through my chest hair. All the hair felt amazing, and it gave me a hard-on the more I did it. I smirked as my new cock hardened up to full mast.

I wrapped my fingers one by one around my cock. My brother was as thick and hung as a horse, and he had a thick bush of curly hair I imagined took years of not shaving to grow out. I gave my new dick a few tugs, causing deep guttural moans to escape my lips. Jerking off inside my brother’s body felt so much more better than in my old body!

“Fuck yeah! I’m so big and hairy now! Ooo yeah, Daddy likes that!!” I kept talking dirty with my brother’s baritone voice as I jerked off.

Precum started leaking out of me I picked up the pace of my strokes. All the precum was getting stuck in my bush, and I rubbed down my moist pubes with my free hand. Soon enough, I started blasting ropes of warm cum all over my new body. I gasped for breath as I soaked myself in puddles and puddles of my brother’s seed. It was probably the best nut I’ve had in a long ass time. It was great…

I laid there in my brother’s bed, catching my breath after a long and hot jerk off session. I closed my eyes, and I could feel all my brother’s thoughts and memories sink into my consciousness. Soon enough I had access to everything! My brother’s childhood, his trauma, his relationships, his secrets, his kinks… all of it was in my memory as if I was always my brother!

I don’t know how that dream genie did it, but I really did end up getting to know my brother more personally! And although I had no idea how I was gonna get out of my brother’s body, I was in no rush to figure out. In fact, I had a feeling I was gonna make myself righttt at home with my brother’s body.

The symbiote changed before me into a Spider-man stringer tee. I don’t know if it was Eddie’s memories that the symbiote fed into my mind but it spurred me into a rage.

I am no man of weak will. If the muscles that were reflected before me were any indication of my will, then you best believe I have it massive quantities.

But, I feel as though, Eddie Brock is becoming a part of me. I see him in my dreams, Brock is always stronger than me. I wanted to be as strong as him, if not stronger. Eddie would offer me power, I would accept and then he would change into the symbiote and slither down my throat. I would wake up feeling more amped up than usual and my pump would increase in intensity.

This dream occurs again and again, but lately something more happens. Every time I wake up, an ogasmic wave overcomes me and I ejaculate black alien ooze all over my body. The symbiote forms a suit over me and I walk over to the mirror, admiring my physique and then I come face to face with my reflection to find Eddie Brock looking back at me. It takes me a while to notice I am not looking at myself and then the symbiote changes Eddie’s face back to mine.

I feel if this continues on, there will be no more Bruno.

Looking into the mirror, into my own eyes, I see the blue of his own lurking within.

“If you want my body Eddie, you can have it when I fail, when my will becomes so weak I cannot carry on any further. But until that day, work with me, become one with me. With your mind and strength and my will and focus, We can have that which you have always wanted. An end to the Spider. All of Us, together, We can become the most lethal Venom!”

The stringer changes from red to black. The long white legs stretching around his massive torso. Bruno smiles and two voices emanate from his mouth.

“Rejected the symbiote, only wanted to make you stronger. Well, surprise, suprise. Now We’re one. Now you’re going to pay. From now on, We’re poison to you Spider-man, that’s why We call Ourselves, Venom!“

SUBCONSCIOUS TRANSFER

I was fine with my mom getting remarried, she and my dad had been divorced for awhile now and it was about time she move on. The shitty thing was that along with my new step dad I’d also be getting a new step brother as well. I’m not thrilled about the guy either, that’s for sure. His name is Scott, and he’s a major douche bag. He’s 23 years old which is three years older than me, and still lives with his dad so naturally when we had to move in to my step dad’s house I’d be living with my new step brother as well.

Me and Scott weren’t complete strangers when our parents got married either. We went to the same high school together, he was a senior and I was a freshman. In high school I wasn’t necessarily a nerd, but I definitely wasn’t popular either, i kind of just kept to myself most of the time. So Scott just ignored my existence which was perfectly fine to me actually. He did however harass and mess with a majority of my classmates that I knew, some of which I even considered to be friends. I had hoped when I found out who my new step brother was, that he had matured enough to stop being sub a dick, but hat I’ve gathered so far this doesn’t seem to be the case. He was rude, loud, and a totally meat head. It’s like his jock days need died for him. He also would go out partying every day of the week it would seem because he comes home plastered a lot.

One of the worst parts about living with my new douchey step brother though, was how insanely attracted I was to the boy. As painful as it is for me to admit, Scott is one hot son of a bitch. I mean he’s brash, crude, and self absorbed, but I can’t help my erection every time I walk I see home walk out of his bedroom without a shirt, flaunting his gorgeous muscular body. I don’t think he’s aware that I’m gay or that I’m so aroused by him or he’d probably walk around the house with his shirt on more often. I wouldn’t be remotely surprised to find out that he was also a homophobe to be honest.

My fixation on Scott was getting out of hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. How badly I yearned for him, one day while hanging out with one of my friends, Alvin, I decided to unload all of my pent up sexual desires about my new step brother to him. Hoping for some kind of relief if I just let it off my chest. Alvin was a good guy, I was always able to vent to him and he was a great listener. We’d been friends for years and he’s been there for me through all kinds of rough times so I thought he could help this time too. I guess if you had to classify Alvin, he would be considered a nerd. He was skinny, and a little paranoid at times but he was very kind and understanding as well. I also believed he had a thing for me. He would never admit it, and I would probably never go for it because it would feel awkward. I know I’m basically putting him in the friend zone but I just never seen him like that.

After I’d told Alvin about my dilemma, he seemed to be lost in thought for awhile before finally speaking. He asked me, “What if there was a way for me to be your step brother for a day?” At first I laughed and told him to be serious. But he looked at me with serious eyes that told me he wasn’t joking. So my next thought was maybe bed gone crazy, but he told me he’d been working on some new technology that would allow him to phase his subconsciousness into Scott’s brain. We went to his house and he showed me the whole thing, he said he’d already texted it on his pet mice and that he was ready to move onto human trials. I told him it would be to dangerous, but he didn’t seem to care, he said it was something he’d been wanting to test himself for awhile now and was his looking for a proper subject. He remembered Scott from high school as well and this would be a good opportunity for Alvin to get some revenge too.

The plan was in motion that weekend, my mom and step dad were both out on their late honeymoon and it was just going to be me and Scott for a few days, so this was our golden opportunity. Me and Alvin waited up almost all night Friday for Scott to get home from partying. Finally at around 4 in the morning Scott came stumbling through the front door hammered as usual. He went to his room and fell face first onto his bed, not taking off his hat or anything and passed out. This was exactly what me and Alvin wanted. The machine apparently performed better when the subject was unconscious. We snuck into his room and gently stuck the needle into the back of his neck implanting him with the chip necessary for the brain wave transfer. Then Alvin placed the head gear over himself and I used the remote to input the codes he had instructed. After inputting the final code, Alvin’s body became stiff and he fell onto my bed, he shook a little and then just like that he was very still. I tried seeing if he’d wake up but he was completely unresponsive. I snuck back into Scott’s room only to find him snoring as loud and obnoxiously as ever, I then started to panic and wonder if something had gone horribly wrong. I waited up by Alvin all night until finally I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and I feel asleep too.

The next morning I woke up to find Alvin’s body still not moving an my heart sank. I got up and ran to Scott’s room but he was gone. I was getting worried, Scott was nowhere to be found in the house, until finally I could smell the scent of cigarette smoke coming from the kitchen window. I went to the backyard, and there was Scott, lounging about smoking a cigarette. He didn’t seem any different, but then why wasn’t Alvin waking up?

“Aye Cory, that shit actually worked!” Scott exclaimed to me. I was confused and feeling nervous again.

“What’s your deal bro? It’s me, Alvin.” He said putting his index finger to his temple as he gave me a smirk.

“No freaking way! Alvin?! You scared the shit out of me, I thought you died or something?! Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“Stop spazzing out damn, I woke up in this fucking studly body and I just had to get my dick wet first.” He smirked again taking another drag of his cigarette, the device had worked and Alvin was in there, somewhere, but he was acting and talking exactly like.. Well, Scott. I felt nervous again.

“What do you mean? Did you already..?”

“Yeah, called up one of the skanks in Scott’s phone and fucked them stupid. You’d be amazed how east it is for this guy to get laid. Well, I guess your probably wouldn’t, I think you already know how fucking hot he is don’t ya?” He pulled down his shades just under his eyes as he gave me a wink and smirk while his lit cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth.

“Alvin, are you sure you’re actually in there, I mean I don’t know how else Scott would know about any of this but it’s just.. You’re acting weird, I mean you’re acting exactly like Scott.” I said feeling my voice get low as I started to feel the panic again.

“Yeah, it’s weird, I know I’m Alvin.. But I feel like Scott. It’s like I can feel his personality surfacing more and more every second but I kinda like it. I mean fuck,” he said grunting and massaging his left pectoral with his right hand, “this dude is so fucking masculine it really gets me horny, I know I just had sex not even 2 hours ago and I’m already ready to shoot buckets of cum again.”

Damn it, here I go again feeling that same sexual urge to my new step brother, and now with Alvin reverting back to Scott, I still wouldn’t get to explore it. I could feel the tent in my pants rising. Then, Scott stood up and walked over to me in a b line, grabbed my face and assertively stuck his tonight in my mouth. It was bliss, feeling my step brothers tongue down my mouth tasting his lips. I wrapped my arms around him feeling the strong defined muscles on his back, then making my way down to feel his round bubble but and gripping his cheeks tightly.

“Don’t sorry little bro, I haven’t forgotten everything. I know exactly what to do with all this pent up seamen.” Just listening to Scott talk dirty to me was enough for the precum to starting ebbing it’s way out from the tip of my penis.

He unzipped his pants and put his hand on top of my head, lower me down until my face was cock level. Then he started slapping his giant flaccid cock across my face, “You like your big bros cock smacking you around, huh?” He said until I grabbed it with my mouth and starting blowing him. He lay back on the lounging chair as I continued a it, while he moaned and grunted. He pulled off his cap and wiped his sweat brow, the pulled the cap under my nose for me to sniff. I did, and the masculine aurora was so hot.

Then he lifted me up onto his now erect cock and I sat on it, and let him ride me while I started ejaculating all over Scott’s sweaty muscles body. After I felt his swift loads shoot up indeed me a I collapsed onto his bulging muscular chest, as I listened to his accelerated heart beat. His phone went started ringing and he picked it up, apparently it was his dad checking up on us.

“Yeah dad everything’s cool… No party’s… Cody’s fine, were just chilling outside… Yeah, I think we’re getting along pretty well.” He hung up the phone then I head the flick of his lighter as he lit up another cigarette, “Damn this body feels good as fuck with one of these after sex. Aye why don’t you be a good little brother and get me a beer from the kitchen?” Yeah, he was being kind of a douche but I was liking it. I came back with his beer and he let me lie next to him his drank it and lounged shirtless by the pool.

Eventually I asked him if he knew how to go back to his old mind, but due to the converging of the two subconsciousnesses he had completely forgotten how to do that. So I guess this was permanent, I lost a friend but I gained a sex partner. And even though Scott had seemingly gone back to his douchey ways he still had Alvin’s attraction toward me, so much so that the usual girls Scott would sleep with couldn’t satisfy him fully and he’d always come to me to finish the job. I was always happy to oblige.

Man of her Dreams

Emma had been having strange dreams lately. At first they started as vague feelings that she would forget in the morning. But Emma could tell that they were wet dreams, as she would always wake up horny after having one. She would simply masturabate then go back to bed like normal.

But as the nights went on, her dreams became stronger and stronger until Emma couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore. It was only then that Emma realized there was someone else present in her dreams too. There was a man who had been there since the wet dreams began. Once Emma could interact with him in her dreams, they were free to fuck like wild freaks. She would submit herself to him as he claimed her territory over her body. He was dominant, and she loved him.

But no matter how much they fucked, it was always just a dream. By the time the morning sun came, Emma woke up horny and sexually frustrated, realizing it was all just a dream. But that didn't stop Emma from looking forward to seeing the man of her dreams again the next night.

Then, one night before they could fuck in her dream again, the man stopped mid-makeout and grabbed Emma.

He held her close, and whispered into her ear:

My love, I'm so tired of meeting you like this. I want to touch you, with a real body! You need to bring me to life. Listen closely...

Emma listened closely as the man told her how to bring him to life. She would need to brew a magical potion, then she would need to trick someone into drinking it. Only then could the man come to life outside of her dreams.

The man also had one other naughty request, and Emma smiled as she thought about it. She laid in her bed, motivated and ready to execute the plan. And as she scrolled through her social media feeds that morning, she found the perfect target to use the potion on. Stacy Williams, a nobody from her old high school. Someone that nobody would notice if she miraculously disappeared.

With that thought in mind, Emma kicked the plan into phase one and called her old high school friend to invite her to "catch up again after so many years."

***

...Stacy had gotten a phone call from an unknown number one random day in February. She was working a double shift when the call came in, so she wasn't able to answer. The caller had left a voicemail, and once Stacy got home from work, she listened to the voice recording.

Hey girlie! You might not remember me, but it's Emma from high school! We used to have PE together. I got your number through MyBook. I know this is totally out of the blue but would you be down to hang out with me, Karla, and Skye? They went to high school with us too! I know you're still in town, just like us, so I figured it might be fun to meet up for a casual lunch or something. Just call me back and let me know, ok? Bye!

Stacy wasn't sure what to make of the voicemail. She vaguely remembered Emma's voice, though quite frankly, she wouldn't have remembered any of them if it weren't for her yearbook. Stacy didn't really have an opinion of them. She might worked with some of them for a class project once or twice, but beyond that, Stacy didn't know them.

Stacy continued about her day while she thought about Emma's offer to meet up. The whole proposal just seemed awfully weird to her. But after weighing her options carefully, Stacy realized she wasn't opposed to the idea of catching up on old times with familiar faces. Best case scenario, she'd have a new friend or two she could talk to whenever she was bored. Worst case scenario, she'd get a free lunch and some people to block on MyBook.

In the end, Stacy called back Emma and agreed to meet up. The plan was to meet up at Emma's apartment for brunch. On the day of, Stacy got dressed up in a top and jeans and drove over to Emma's. As she walked up the doorsteps to Emma's apartment, she saw another woman waiting at the front door. Stacy recognized her; her name was Skye and she was wearing a tight dress that complimented her hourglass figure. Suddenly, Stacy felt the need to turn around and leave, but it was too late. Skye heard Stacy walking up, turned to face her, and lit up when she saw her.

"Well if it isn't good ole Stacy Williams, how the fuck are ya!?"

"Um, I'm fine. How are you?"

Stacy held out her hand for a handshake, but Skye went in for a hug instead. It caught Stacy off guard and she reluctantly gave in.

"Aww, aren't you two the sweetest? Already getting along and shit," Emma had opened the door while Skye was still hugging Stacy. "Come on inside, it's too cold to be out right now."

Emma held open the door. Stacy followed Skye inside the quaint apartment. Karla was already inside sitting at the table. She was dressed up as if she was going out to a night club too. Stacy could feel her face get warm as she wondered to herself if she underdressed for the occasion.

All four women took their seat at the table. Emma brought out finger sandwiches and mimosas for everyone. Stacy helped herself to the food while the girls started talking. At first their conversation started with just work gossip, but then they started talking about recent group activities. It forced Stacy into silence as she wasn't able to contribute to the conversation. The more Stacy listened, the more obvious it was that they all already knew each other. They weren't subtle about it either. While Stacy quietly sipped her mimosa, the rest of the women were laughing boisterously, having seemingly forgotten Stacy was even in their presence.

Some time had passed. While Stacy had finished her third mimosa, the rest of the women were still fully engaged in their conversation. After Stacy finished eating one last sandwich, she decided to excuse herself from the brunch. But as soon as Stacy tried to stand up, she felt herself getting light headed. She stumbled, and used the table to catch herself before falling the ground. The girls stopped their conversation to help her.

"Woah woah, are you okay?" Emma asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine... Just a little dizzy..." Stacy answered.

"Let's take her to the couch, give her more space to breathe," Karla commanded. She and Skye then helped Stacy over to the couch. Stacy's limbs felt numb and she struggled to walk, even with their support. But as she was led to the couch, Stacy couldn't help but notice that although everyone had a mimosa to their plate, Stacy was the only one to actually drink the cocktail.

Stacy sunk into the couch's cushions. Emma was opening the windows, Skye was getting water, and Karla was holding Stacy's hand for moral support. Stacy felt herself getting warmer and warmer. She tried looking around her surroundings. The room started spinning, and her vision became blurred. She could hear the other women talking to her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying anymore. Her breathing became quicker too. All of her symptoms grew in intensity until she eventually passed out on the couch.

***

The three women exchanged looks between themselves and the passed out Stacy. After a moment of silence, sinister smiles began to spread across their faces. They all looked at each other knowingly. Then, Skye broke the silence.

"I can't believe we actually just pulled that shit off!" Skye said excitedly.

"You're telling me... I can't believe she didn't notice none of us were actually drinking those things. Now, where's this sex god of a man you promised?" Karla asked impatiently.

"Patience, sis, it'll probably take a minute or two for the magic to kick in after passing out." Emma clarified. She looked over Stacy's body, then her eyes grew wide. "Speak of the devil, here comes the transformation now!"

The three women stepped away from the couch as Stacy's body begin to twitch and spasm. She was tossing and turning on the couch as though she were suffering from a nightmare. Stacy was groaning as her body contorted. There was a creaking noise, then Stacy's body began to stretch and grow. She had drunk three glasses full of spiked orange juice, and the magical effects were kicking in all at once.

Mass was added onto her body, causing her slim, womanly figure to balloon into a more masculine torso. As her muscles grew in size, her clothes became too tight and ripped, leaving her transforming body exposed. Her already shoulder length shortened to a mullet. The barely noticeable stubble she had on her face grew in to a full goatee with a goatee. Soon enough, Stacy had transformed into a burly man.

All of the bodily sensations Stacy went through woke her up from her stupor. She looked down at her new body with a face of confusion. She flexed her new biceps, the newfound muscle swelling up.

The three women cheered as they saw Stacy's transformation as it happened. Emma in particular was overjoyed to see the man of her dreams living and breathing in the flesh right in front of her.

"Well, girls? What did I tell y'all?" Emma was proud of her handiwork. Though her pride was short lived, as Karla tapped her on the shoulder. "Hm? What is it?"

"Look down there." Karla pointed at Stacy's groin. The transformation remained incomplete. Although the rest of Stacy's body turning into a man, she still had her vagina.

"Bro, what the fuck!? I thought you said he was hung like a horse!!" Skye yelled in a shrill voice. Her shriek caught Stacy's attention.

"Who's supposed to be hung!? Who am I!? What did you guys do to me!!" Stacy cried out with her original voice. The women were taken back at the sound of Stacy's voice remaining unchanged.

"That's weird... She's still herself... I guess the magic missed her vagina, voice, and her mind." Emma tapped her foot as she pondered what could've gone wrong with the transformation. She hated that Stacy's mind was still intact despite her body no longer belonging to her. She would have to troubleshoot it herself. Emma then straightened her posture and began to walk towards Stacy.

"Well, nothing a little manual labor can't fix." She walked up to Stacy then pushed her down onto the couch, forcing her to lay down. "Come on, ladies, won't you give me a hand with him?"

Stacy watched as she saw the three women exchange knowing looks with one another. Her nerves grew when Emma used her hands to hold her down by the thighs.

"Hey! What are you-"

Stacy was cut off sentence as Emma began going down on her.

"Nrgh... Wh-what are- Stop! I don't- Like women!!"

Emma ignored Stacy's outbursts and continued giving her oral. But the way Emma pleasured Stacy's pussy wasn't the way someone usually would. Instead, she licked until Stacy's clit grew erect. Then, Emma ignored the rest of the vagina and focused solely on the erect clit. Emma sucked on it as though it were a dick, going up and down on it at a fierce pace.

Stacy felt a pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced. Stacy wanted Emma to stop, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that she was having the best time of her life. She was getting a blowjob, just like a man would! Soon her clitoris grew as Emma sucked on it. Her vaginal lips disappeared, leaving two hairy balls heavy with cum in their place. The head of the clit grew out into a proper dick head. Emma noticed it took more effort to suck Stacy off as a veiny 7 inch dick formed, but she gladly met the challenge and deep throated it with ease.

Stacy thought that would be the end of it, but then Skye and Karla joined in too. Skye made out with Stacy while Karla sucked on her massive pecs. Stacy's nipples may had shrunk in size, but they were sensitive to the touch. The warm, wet feel of Karla's mouth sent Stacy into a spiral of amazing feelings.

The three women continued pleasuring the new male body like this for a long while. At first, it was just Stacy receiving all the pleasure. But that soon changed the longer they kept at it. Thanks to the body stimulation the three women gave her, Stacy was no longer Stacy for she had fully transformed into Steven- the sex god of Emma's dreams.

"You like that, babe?" Emma asked in between breathes.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Steven answered in a new baritone voice. "The chicks you brought are hot as fuck too, I knew you wouldn't disappoint." Steven bent down and tongue kissed Emma. "Now keep suckin'."

The three women followed Steven's command. Steven pulled Skye in closer and stuck his tongue inside her mouth. With his free hand, he pushed Emma down on his dick and held her there for as long as she could. They were all moaning like crazy, until Steven got up from the couch. The women were confused, but then they pieced together what was going on as Steven positioned Emma to lay down. He got down on his knees, opened her legs, and proceeded to go down on her.

"Oh fuck...!! Yeah just like that! I've been a bad girl... Fuck me harder!!" Emma moaned.

The roles were flipped after the transformation. Now, instead of the three women using Steven for their pleasure, it was Steven using them for his pleasure. He had no problem asserting his new masculine sexuality over the three women.

And they loved every single moment of it! Emma had delivered on the promise she made to Skye and Karla that they'd have the time of their lives if they helped her bring him to life. Steven had them in rotation between one woman getting fucked hard, one woman getting her tits sucked, and one woman getting her pussy fingered by Steven's godly hands. An hour had passed since Steven took over Stacy's mind and body, and they had all been fucking since. Between one dick loaded with cum and three pussies ready to squirt, they were all covered in a massive quantity of bodily fluids. Wet and sticky after getting drenched with a mixture of men's cum and women's cum, they all gazed at each other as they caught their breath after a long, hard fuck. Emma was the first to break the silence this time.

"Who are you?" she asked the man. He smirked before answering.

"Steven fucking Williams, the one and only!" he flexed his guns while answering too.

Skye squealed when she heard his answer while Emma sighed a breathe of relief. Although they needed to step in to finish the job, they had successfully brought a figment of Emma's imagination. Now they had a man who was more than happy to fulfill their greatest sexual desires.

The three women took a picture with their new boy toy to celebrate the occasion. It was truly the start of a beautiful relationship of never ending horniness between Emma and Steven, and along with Skye and Karla whenever they were in need of a few extra holes too.

A Secret Relationship

After a hard day of work Chad sat down in the locker room and tried to get some shut-eye. He couldn’t wait for the school day to end so that he’d get his body back. You see, Chad wasn’t actually this hairy or old, nor was he this school’s gym coach. But he was desperate. Desperate not to fail all his classes and get kicked off the team. And if the only way to manage it was to allow the coach to trade their bodies at the start of every school day for a whole month, then so be it. It didn’t make his body ache any less though, but at least he had finally finished all the classes for today and could take a rest before coach came to swap them back for today.

He was startled though when his best friend Kyle suddenly appeared from the showers looking all flustered and anxious. Even more surprising was when he stood in front of Chad confessing his crush on their gym coach. Chad wanted to explain the situation, convince him that this would be unhealthy, and support him through his hard time. But when his best friend suddenly dropped his shorts and stood there with his member staring straight at him, Chad couldn’t help but be both mesmerized and aroused by it. He knew he wasn’t gay, but perhaps… coach’s body was?

He tried his hardest not to succumb to the body’s desires, not only because it was so wrong in every way but also because he vaguely remembered coach telling him something about sexual intercourse in someone else’s body could affect and even alter the occupant’s mind… The hormones in his body were too strong though, his scruffy body and back ache burning up, and bulge continuously growing harder by the seconds…

It didn’t take long before he was on his knees, vigorously sucking the juices out of his best friend’s member and then spinning his body around so the same leaking member could penetrate his waiting manhole.

Maybe being his gym coach for the coming month wouldn’t be as bad as he originally made it out to be, Chad thought as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy and locked lips with his best friend.