The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. God it was awful! An oppressive mix of pot and BO along with what had to be days old food. The second thing I noticed was the sun was bright out, so I guess I’d slept in? And the third thing I’d noticed was this was definitely not MY room! Fucking stupid pothead posters covered the walls (you know, like Bob Marley, or black light shrooms and clowns or some shit), the bed was little more than a mattress laying on the floor, saturated with the stench of a thousand skipped showers. A pile of clothes just to the side of the bed, could be clean, could be dirty, who the fuck knows? And then there’s the milk crate with the bong sitting on top of it and a half eaten bowl of kids cereal that has probably been there for half a week at least. But despite all this, the thing that really stuck out (and I mean STUCK OUT) was the long uncut cock from the ratty boxer shorts that constituted the entirety of what I was wearing when I woke up in this filthy bed under one sheet that was covered in various sundry stains and cigarette burn holes.
All right, this is obviously some crazy dream if not nightmare – Did I eat something expired last night? No, doubtful, since I rarely even take the time to feed myself most nights with all the work I have to do.
I did the cheesy old pinch test, and yeah, it hurt. I saw my dirty fingernails and shook my head, how could anyone live like this? As I shook my head, some thin shorter dreadlocks came into my field of vision. Seriously, dreadlocks? Could this get any worse? I reached up and felt my head, feeling the dreads individually, it just felt gross to me. I involuntarily shuttered and started feeling itchy all over. Hopefully it was just psychosomatic, but part of me worried I might be infested with fleas, or something much worse and drug related…
I stood up and took a deep breath with my eyes closed, well as deep as I could manage with the heavy stench surrounding me. I started to involuntarily cough in a way I never had before – my throat felt overly dry and ashy. Is this cotton mouth? I had never touched a single drug in my entire life. Sure I was offered some ages ago back during my undergrad, but I couldn’t really stand the smell of pot, and none of the other drugs offered appealed to me. I would drink socially, sure, but never even took up smoking, let alone smoking pot. After my coughing fit died down, I tried to wet my mouth with some saliva, it helped a little bit, but then I could taste the acrid taste inside my mouth – dental hygiene was apparently not all that important for this person, whoever I woke up inside this morning – is it morning?
I looked down at my new body. It was very pale, but it wasn’t unattractive, in fact, it looked somewhat fit, but probably in the hardly ever eats and has to walk or bike everywhere because he lost his license sort of way. I had a shallow six pack, almost eight if I flexed hard enough, the muscles near the ribs protruded slightly on the sides, not in an unhealthy way, but I think they were called the serratus muscles, if I remember correctly? My pecs were fairly toned and hairless, even around the tiny pink nipples or the outie naval, or there was some hair, but it was so light blonde it was nearly invisible. I grabbed a strand of the hair on my head again, pulling it into my field of view as much as I could and saw a cheap silver looking ring with a skull on it with pot leaves for eyes on my middle finger. The hair itself was bleached blonde, though I could tell it was normally pretty blonde anyway.
I looked around the room, trying to adjust to my new surroundings. It was filthy, absolutely filthy! It was going to take several hours just to organize everything, and probably another few days to effectively sterilize the place. But if I was going to be stuck in this new life, that was definitely going to happen. In fact, I started right then. I picked up some of the shirts toward the top of the pile of clothes and took a whiff, “Ugh!” I exclaimed, hearing my higher-toned teenage voice for the first time, “That’s fuckin’ rancid!” I tossed the shirt back on the pile and made that the laundry pile.
After that, I gathered up all the dirty dishes, rotten food, and discarded wrappers and, except the dishes, put it all into a trashbag I found in the closet (pretty much the only thing in the closet it seems). It was otherwise full of various papers and a significant amount of discarded tissues (you can imagine their use) as well as a few used condoms. So yeah, definitely trash. The rotten food mostly taken care of, I turned back to the issue of clothes, as I didn’t want to walk around in these itchy old boxers much longer. Certainly, this kid had to have some clean clothes in here somewhere, right? There were two other piles of clothes, and after passing the sniff test, I found one pile smelled at least a little less funky than the other two. So I deemed that the “clean” pile, and fished out another pair of boxer briefs, some gray ones with the brand name Gildan, and swapped them out for the funky boxers I had on, tossing those into the “dirty” pile for later. They fit snugly on my new lean form, but part of that was probably because my new dick, now soft thanks to the unattractive setting I found myself in, still filled the pouch fairly well – that and I actually had a pretty nice round ass for a white kid. I guess this kid does at least do something to keep himself fit other than getting high all the time.
The clothes situation resolved for now (at least until I figured out where I can knock out the laundry) I turned to the rest of the room. The remainder of the disarray mainly consisted of what looked like some text books, which I stacked to the opposite side of the bed from the milk carton, and things like shoes and accessories like belts or even a few gaudy looking chains. The shoes looked beat to hell, in that skater style, I didn’t recognize the brand name, but they were puffy or bulky looking and the tongue of them read “Osiris”, the size tab inside read 13 – hmm, that’s some big feet I thought to myself looking down at the long thin feet below my firm toned calves. He also had what looked like some of those white and red Air Jordan sneakers, but they also looked pretty fucked up from years of wear and tear. Finally, he had two pairs of boots, one of them tan Timberland boots that I’ve seen dozens of times before (I even considered getting a pair for myself back in my old life), and some black Sketcher steel toed boots, maybe work boots? The Timberlands were hardly used it seemed, and well-kept – so my hunch is these were the shoes he’d wear when he wanted to “look nice”. The black boots had some obvious scuffs around the toes and the tread was slightly worn on the bottom. With the closet now empty, I lined the shoes up inside from biggest to smallest, with the work boots first since I figure he probably wore those the most often. I was definitely going to need some hangers though, because this picking clothes out of a pile wasn’t going to work for me.
I was about to take a small break, enjoying my progress so far after only a few minutes of work, when I heard the unmistakable ding of a cell phone notification. During my time cleaning the room, I hadn’t seen a cell phone at all, which I found odd since it was pretty much ubiquitous at this point, even for someone as poor as this kid seemed. I think I heard the tone come from one of the piles of clothes, but I couldn’t tell which one. Suspecting the phone was still in the last pair of jeans he wore, I started with that. Thankfully, another tone sounded and I was able to narrow down my search to some baggy black Dickies brand jeans – BINGO! Inside the front pocket, along with an unused condom, I found a simple looking cell phone, a brand name I didn’t recognize, but I’m sure it was one of those burner type phones. I hit the button on the side of the phone, absolutely no protection on the phone, it opened immediately to the most recent two texts, from Nicky. The contact pic showed a young dark blonde or brunette looking chick, who looked a bit curvy if I had to guess.
“I got an hour free, can I swing by?”
“I need to get fucked bad!”
Then attached was an image of what was unmistakably a vagina with two fingers playing with the clit. WHAT THE FUCK! What’s worse is my new cock was starting to get hard and I could feel precum start to coat the inside of the foreskin. Shit, I’m straight?! Well, maybe it won’t be so bad, I’ve never tried to fuck a chick before, and this one looks like she’s practically willing to throw herself at me, on top of my new cock being ready to slide into that nice wet cunt! Oh my God! What the hell is wrong with me? Shit! Is she even legal? Hell, am I even legal for that matter?
I went back to the jeans and found a small beat up canvas wallet, I quickly rifled through it, no cash, some debit card from a bank I wasn’t familiar with, and a cash card for Walmart. Underneath the jeans I also saw a blue smock with a nametag “Jace” on the breast – A Walmart smock… Well I guess that explains the work situation, I wonder what I do for them? I kept fishing through the wallet, oh good, here’s the ID, just a state ID, not a driver’s license. I take a look at it, Jason Phillip Hollinger, issued six months ago, but the DOB on it made me at least 18, depending on how much time passed from my previous night in my old life, if any. I just had to assume Nicky was legal too, after all, it sounds like we’d fucked plenty of times before. Oh shit, was I really going to do this? Was I going to actually fuck a chick for the first time – and with a huge uncut cock attached to a lean fit stoner kid? Man this is some weird shit!
“Hey, yeah, cum on over babe”
“I need a shower, be ready 4 u in 20?”
I texted her back. A minute passed, meanwhile I kept staring at her vagina, thinking about sliding my young hard cock into that sweet pussy and pounding away until we both orgasm. Oh fuck I’m so hard now! I start to slightly jack my cock, never having experienced foreskin before, it was a little rough, then I found out it wasn’t very clean right then either. Fucking sick! Well yeah, definitely in need of a shower, need to get this dick cheese off of my cock as soon as possible.
“Don’t shower, I luv when you smell like a man sexy”
“B over in 10, be ready for me k?”
Damn this is a kinky bitch. OK, well I’m still gonna clean up the cock at least. So I reply “k, lol” and make my way to the bathroom, which was just down the hall from my room. I didn’t hear anyone else in the place, I wasn’t sure at the time if it was an apartment or house or what, but I’ll figure that out later. I take a look at my new self in the mirror for the first time. My face was, actually, kinda handsome. I could be a model if it wasn’t for the shitty hair. I had a square jaw with high cheekbones and some amazingly bright blue eyes. My eyebrows were blonde and so was the little goatee that covered my cleft chin. I smiled to myself and saw my teeth were surprisingly white and relatively straight, well the teeth I did have anyway - as there were a few missing from the right upper side of my mouth. The ID said I was 6’3” and 155lbs, and aside from a little more weight over those few months possibly, I’m guessing I wasn’t much taller. “Hi, I’m Jason Phillip Hollinger, but you can call me Jace” I said to myself in the mirror, testing out my new teen voice more fully. Damn I sounded so young. I repeated it again, trying to make my voice sound a little deeper and older and only ended up making myself laugh.
Figuring I’ll have plenty of time later (depending the next time I have to work) I focused on getting ready for Nicky. I ran a little bit of warm water, took the nearby bar of soap, and lathered up my hands. Then I pulled the foreskin back and started to coat it with the soap. Shit! That was a bad idea! I started to shudder in sexual pleasure with as sensitive as my cockhead was now. My heart rate going a mile a minute and my breathing not too far behind, I took a different approach. Instead of my whole palm, I just used the tips of my fingers to clean out the leftover debris and that seemed to work out more effectively. Though when it came time to rinse the soap off, I shuddered once again, but with the hood back over the head, I was able to distract myself for at least a little bit. That bit of hygiene taken care of I decided to flex a little. My arms were small, but powerful! I imagine these biceps couldn’t be all that big, but they were definitely toned, and they had a nice peak to them every time I squeezed them up. It was then I caught a whiff of my underarms and the stench was overwhelming, but somehow at the same time, kinda fucking hot! Damn, am I starting to get off on this experience now? I better hurry and make some major changes before I get too settled in to being a dirty fucking stoner.
There was a knock at the door, damn she’s already here! I made my way to the door, still wearing only the tight gray boxer briefs and a smile, and opened it to see Nicky. She was short, well I imagine a lot of people are shorter than me now, and yeah, she was a little curvy, but not in an unattractive way. She had her hair back in a ball cap wearing a black T-shirt with some cartoon cat on it and short white shorts that showed off her tanned legs all the way down to some basic white Nikes. She also had some medium sized gold hoops in each ear and some pink lipstick or lip-gloss on that stuck out on her tanned face. She was honestly kinda hot, I gotta say, and thankfully looked to be legal, maybe even a year or two older than I was now. Even before I had the chance to close the door, she threw her arms around me and gave me the most amazing French kiss I’d ever experienced. I could taste a mix of gum and nicotine in her mouth. Suddenly I was a little self-conscious about not having done anything for my oral hygiene, but she didn’t seem to care as a second later in one fluid motion, she dropped to her knees and pulled my underwear down – my fully hard cock springing up with such force it actually thwacked my tight abs on the way up. She took it expertly in one hand and started to go to town on the head just under the foreskin. My entire body shuddered with sexual stimulation that I began to get light headed.
She paused for a moment and smiled up at me “Your brother isn’t here right now is he?” I thought for a second, I hadn’t really checked, but again, I didn’t hear any sounds in the small dwelling other than my own, so I suspected he was out – though I couldn’t be sure for how long. “No, I think he stepped out, not sure how long though.” She pouted slightly, “Well, that’s a shame, I was hoping I could ride both of you. I’m REALLY fucking horny Jace!” Holy fuck! My new brother and I actually tag team this kinky bitch? I actually spasmed intensely as a small spurt of precum shot out of my cock onto her lips, which she seductively licked and smiled again, “Hmm, looking like you’re a little disappointed he isn’t here with us either?” Wait, am I bi? No, that can’t be right, I’m not getting it on with my own brother am I? I actually felt myself get a little ill thinking of it. I closed my eyes as she went back down on me again, I tried to pull up any memories I could from this kids life. I could vaguely recall several times Chase, my new older brother, and I actually fucked not only Nicky, but several other girls together. I couldn’t make out his features very well other than the fact he was shorter than me and somewhat stocky with a shaved head. But in all those memories, not once did either I or Chase fuck one another – though the old me kinda wishes we had, as Chase was pretty hot from what I could tell – the new me was firmly against bisexual incest or anything bisexual it seemed.
I shook my head and reopened my eyes, looking down at Nicky and then she just started whaling on my cock! I swear she was trying to suck the cum straight out of my balls! My legs got weak and I fell back onto the couch and spread my naked legs wide, allowing her better access to my cock and to fondle my good sized ball sack. She removed her mouth from my cock and started to lick my balls. It didn’t feel as good, but I let her do it anyway as she seemed to enjoy it. I drew the line at her next move though as she went even further south and started to tongue my ass. I sat bolt upright and looked at her in shock “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I exclaimed. She looked genuinely hurt, “Sorry Jace, I just wanted to try something new is all.” “Well, not that – it don’t feel right! Go back to sucking my cock.” She nodded and gave a halfhearted smile, looking a bit dejected, but I didn’t care, I didn’t want anything near my ass. Shit, I really WAS straight now!
She continued to suck on my hard teen cock for a few more minutes and I could tell she was getting sore. So I put her on the couch and went down on her. This being the first time I’d eaten a girl out, I was worried I’d screw shit up. But at least I had Jace’s memories to guide me. I closed my eyes and pulled up those memories and in no time, Nicky was screaming so loud, I’m sure the neighbors heard it clearly. But I didn’t care, something tells me they’ve heard worse on a regular basis. She started to hold her breath and tried to push my head away, but I just kept at it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she cried out and then I could taste a salty juice flood into my mouth. Holy shit, girls cum too? Well, it seemed more like precum, but still, I actually made this girl cum – me, a dude who never been with a chick in my 38 years of life made a chick cum the first time I ate her out! Go me! Granted I did have this stoner stud’s memories to guide me, but I still beamed at my accomplishment.
“Damn Jace, I didn’t want to squirt yet! But holy fuck that was amazing babe! You need to fuck me right now! I need that huge cock in me!” I nodded and smiled, remembering the unused condom in my work pants, I quickly ran back to my room, my hard cock bobbing and striking my abs with every step, and pulled out the condom, spit on my cock and rolled the condom over it, though as hard as I was and without any lube, it took a little work. Yeah, I could have gone bareback – wait, do straight people call it bareback too? But I figured there’s no need to risk bringing a little Jace or Nicky into the world, especially with what is likely a minimum wage Walmart job.
Back in the living room, I found Nicky playing with her clit and moaning softly, which instantly got me harder than hard again. I made out with her as I aimed my dick into her waiting throbbing pussy. I slid all the way in and she yelped slightly as my eyes glazed over. Oh shit, is this what pussy is like? Granted, it was honestly kinda loose, but then my cock isn’t as thick as it is long now, so there is that. But still, it felt, for lack of a better word, absolutely magical! With the condom on, I imagine I was missing a lot of the feeling, especially with my new foreskin on the sensitive head, but the brand of condom promised it would feel like skin on skin contact, so I went with it.
I started out slowly, wanting to try to please her with my new body and cock without relying on Jace’s memories. After all, I’d seen straight porn before, how hard would it be to fuck a chick? But I could tell, despite her moans of increasing volume and frequency, that she wasn’t feeling all that satisfied. It could be because she was loose, as I’d mentioned before. But I know this kid must have some magic that has her coming back again and again. Fuck it, it’s my body now, no need to ruin Jace’s reputation as a sexual pleasure machine. I closed my eyes and slid completely into her, recalling my most recent fling with Nicky, without my brother, and saw his technique. He sort of compensates having a thinner cock with how he uses it, the way he moves it inside, and the way it rubs her clit just right. I smiled, knowing exactly what to do, and I repeated the performance precisely. Oh yeah, she was digging it now!
She was holding her breath again, shallow breathing, eyes closed tightly and then “Ohhhhhhhh Gooooooddddd!” she moaned loudly and suddenly I felt the slickness around my condom covered fuckstick. Oh shit, I actually just made her cum again in only five minutes? Damn I’m good! I renewed my intense pounding, wanting to finally shoot my own load. Should I shoot it inside her inside the condom, or do it porno style and rip off the condom and shoot it on her face? Well, what does she prefer – I thought to myself. Looking into the memories again, and of course how kinky she is, she loves a nice thick money shot. All right, let’s do this shit then! Let’s make the memory of Jace proud and please the fuck out of this kinky bitch!
“Oh fuck yeah Nicky, Oh yeah, fucking like that, oh fuck yeah, you’re my sexy kinky little whore,” it was so weird hearing my new teen voice say such blatantly sexual things, “I fuck you better than my brother, I fuck you better than anyone can!” And it was true too, turns out Nicky was my brother’s girlfriend until we had our first three way one drunken night and while she still fucks both of us as much as she can, together or separately, she definitely prefers my body and cock to my brother’s. They are still nominally “dating”, but her heart really isn’t into it entirely.
“Oh shit Nicky, I’m gonna cum!” I kept pounding, feeling the cum making its way from my balls and working its way up the length of my hard teen cock. “Fucking shoot it on me stud!” She screamed, “Coat my face with that hot cum!” Well, who was I to argue with the lady? Right at the edge, I pulled out, in one quick motion that was porn quality smooth, I whipped off the condom and stroked my sensitive cock and in no more than two pumps, I shot an absolutely massive load all over her face, even missing a few shots and hitting the top of the couch and the floor beyond it. But nevertheless, I delivered – fuck did I deliver! There had to be at least a good ten massive shots across her face and some on her breasts too, with a half dozen more that didn’t quite make their target. She moaned seductively and licked her face where her tongue could reach, and then wiped the cum on her breasts with a finger and added it into her mouth. I assisted her with the cum on her face she couldn’t reach and she sucked on my fingers in a way that made my cock jump once again and dribble out a little bit more cum right onto her bald pussy. Damn that was intense!
A few minutes later, my cum completely cleaned and/or swallowed by this sexy kinky chick, I was back in my gray boxer briefs and she was halfway presentable once more. She kissed me goodbye, thankfully no trace of cum in her mouth now (as I think I would have thrown up if she tried to play that trick) and she left.
I returned to my room and found the cell phone again. The clock on it read “5:47PM” and a paper I’d overlooked before near what appeared to be a boxing trophy from a few years back in my name (that explains how he stays so fit then) showed I was expected at work by 7:15pm. Well shit, guess I’d better get my ass ready. I looked over toward the milk carton and my curiosity got the better of me. There was the bong, just calling my name. Do I dare risk getting high before I have to go to work? Nah, I thought better of it, maybe after I’m off I’ll give it a try.
I dug around the “clean” clothes pile and put together an outfit similar to those I’ve seen at Walmart before. Simple plain white T-shirt that smelled and looked mostly clean, another pair of baggy Dickies, long plain black socks, and grabbed the black work boots and blue smock. I noticed the keys in the pocket of the old Dickies had what looked like a bike chain key on it. So at least I had a way to get to work other than walking or taking a bus.
After a brief shower, not bothering with the hair as I planned to shave that shit later and grow out some decent looking hair, I was fully dressed and headed out the apartment door. Finding only one bike locked up to the stairwell, I assumed it was mine, and I unlocked it, popped the nearest Walmart into the phone directions, apparently the only one in this small town, and found my route.
It was time to do what I had to do for money, but at least I was going into work feeling nice and relaxed after my amazing straight sexual experience. Already this life was looking much better than my old one, even if I might be poorer and live in a pigsty, at least I could work to improve that for myself.