"No, I'm done with your stupid games! I'm done with those stupid condoms! And I'm done with you!" Honestly, you wondered if you let your anger get the better of you as you stormed out of Henry's apartment, getting your bike out of his car and peddling home.
Scott was barely a teenager. Did you really want to go through all that again. You needed to clear your head, you told yourself, just a few days. Days turned to weeks turned to months. You started forgetting you had ever been someone else. Your memories were still there but they were foggy and out of place. The more time you spent as Scott the more you were him.
Four years later you lay on your back on your bed, sweat running down your chest, darkening and dampening the light patch of chest hair that had just grown in this year. You were kind of proud of it. Eighteen and you had an adult body again, and one quite a bit better than your old one. A growth spurt between freshman and sophomore years showed that even short, scrawny Scott took after his beast of a dad. Growing larger than even Mark, the football coach was after you to sign up almost immediately. The work outs were hard, but the gains were great, and grades were easy to keep up as high school the second time around was almost like a refresher course for you. You didn't quite match your dad in size yet, but you had colleges clamoring for you. It was a life you never had.
Thoughts of your past are fleeting tough, with that tight warmth around your substantial cock, every bit as big as the one you had as Jay now, as you thrust again and again. After your growth spurt you had plenty of girlfriends, but also like you dad you figured out quick enough you were bi. A night of drinking with your best friend Blake, who had also joined football and bulked up, had led to the two of you fucking like a pair of wild animals. And since then your friendship went right into friends with benefits, and you think it might be going further. You two couldn't seem to get enough of each other.
You look up at Blake as he rides your thrusting cock, groaning softly. Firm muscles, brown shaggy hair, and a boy next door cuteness that you had to admit got you going. Your parents were away for the weekend and Mark was off at college so you two decided to take the opportunity to enjoy having the house all to yourselves. With a deep moan, you cum inside of Blake, his own cock shooting warm streams of spunk across your stomach and chest.
Blake rolls off of you, laying on his back on the bed next to you with a big grin across his face. For a moment you think about kissing him. You had fucked, and you had even had each other's cocks in your mouths, but you hadn't kissed yet. It felt like that would definitely be the next step and no going back from it.
The sound of the doorbell from downstairs breaks your line of thought.
"Pizza." Blake states simply.
"Right, pizza. I'll take care of it." You grab some tissues off the nightstand and wipe the cum off your chest, before quickly pulling on a pair of shorts and grabbing your wallet. Almost as soon as you open the door you can feel the pizza guy checking you out. You grin at him and hand him the money as he hands over the pizza.
You almost chuckle as you see him keep trying to take looks at you without seeming like he is. It took you a while to get used to being the sexy one, but you find you thoroughly enjoy it. You're about to go back inside when you notice a package sitting on the porch. You bend over to grab that as well and take both inside.
You hear the shower running upstairs. Typical Blake, he always takes one after sex if he can. He'd be quick though with pizza waiting. You set that on the counter to wait for him and then look at the package, which is addressed to you. You don't remember ordering anything, but you get a pair of scissors and cut it open.
What's inside is the last thing you want to see. A sealed box of variety pack condoms.. those condoms. There's also a whole box of those plain ones that turn you back. Though you know they'd just restore you to Scott now. Your old self was gone. You even tried to find traces but it was like you never existed in the first place, same as Scott only had existed when you were him.
There was a folded letter in the box as well which you took out and opened. "Bro. It's been four years and I still feel guilty every day about what I did. I just wanted to have some relationship with you and now you're gone completely. I tried to find a solution to fix it, but there was none. Instead, I found a new body where I'm happy and I'm going to make it permanent. By the time you read this it will already have been five days. This is probably the last thing you want, but I hope you can maybe have some fun with these this time around now that you know how they work. Henry."
You drop the letter back in the box and stare at the two cartons of condoms. It felt odd thinking that Henry was gone. You can remember early on you would sometimes spot him checking up on you at games or the like, but that slowed and stopped over the years. You actually almost forgave him when your life turned out pretty good as Scott. You grab your phone and dial Henry's number, which you never could manage to delete. Only to get a number not in service message.
"What's in the package?" Blake asks as he steps into the kitchen, wearing only shorts with his hair damp from the shower. He makes a beeline for the pizza however, grabbing a slice and biting into it.
"Present.." You say with a shrug closing up the box before grabbing some pizza yourself.