Deion, over the course of three hours, had lost count of the number of times he had emptied a load. Finally, both covered in sweat, Deion and Savannah laid back in bed, basking in the afterglow of their sexcapades.
Running here finger across his chest as she lay on top, Savannah sighed saying, “That was the best. Where have you been all my life?”
Chuckling, Deion simply rapped his arms around her and pulled here in for a kiss. Deion loved the way his chocolate colored skin seemed to almost match Savannah’s, and how the moonlight coming in through the window reflected of their dark bodies.
For a moment, as Deion gently kissed Savannah, he thought that he never wanted to be white again. But these thoughts were quickly pushed to the back of his mind when he felt Savannah’s rubbing his cock, ready for another round.
Soon Deion was once again on top, lining up his member with her waiting pussy. Slowly pushing into her, Deion reveled in the way Savannah would moan and sigh in delight. Then picking up speed, Deion was again pistoning his tool inside her body. Trying to remain slow as to extend the ecstasy both were feeling, Deion had one thought that seemed to play over and over in his mind. I’m Deion fuckin’ Dalton. And I’m never goin’ change back.
What Deion could not know was the fact that while he was remaining black, he was changing. By the end of the night, Deion’s shoulders had grown half and inch wider, his pectorals had pushed out slightly more, his abs had fully transitioned to an eight pack, and in every other measure save height, Deion had gotten ever so slightly bigger and more cut. This caused Savannah to blissfully squeal, but being so rapped up in their love making, neither realized the reason for their sudden spike in pleasure.
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Across town, Dave was also in the throes of passion. Using his massive legs, Dave went from having Enrique riding on his cock while upright, to standing over the twink, plowing his tool into the smaller man.
What neither man noticed as Dave emptied another load, was how Dave’s abs changed to a muscle gut, hard like a turtle shell. On top of this, his eyes finally shifted, going from their former green to a very dark brown. Dave’s eyes were closed though, so focused on his pushing and pulling his shaft in and out.
Finally, after over three hours of shagging, Dave finally relaxed on top of Enrique, spent for the night. If a person was looking at Dave now, they would not see him as a tanned white guy, but a boy of mixed heritage. Turning Enrique’s face so he could gently kiss the man, they explore each other’s mouths.
When the morning sun rose, Enrique, much to Dave’s displeasure, had already left before Dave awoke. Shrugging his wide shoulders, Dave got up out of bed and went to the bathroom to relieve his morning wood. With only a few strokes, Dave was blasting his seed into the toilet. At the same time, his skin tone slightly darkened again. Opening his eyes, Dave froze upon seeing his reflection.