A muffled voice deep in Chad's head chanted the mantra "This can't be
happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening."
The incessant hissing of Chad's thoughts irritated Kyle. He grabbed
his crotch and adjusted it saying, "Face it, Chad, it's happening.
It's happened, and this is your life from now on. Shut up, and enjoy
it. Or don't. It's not like you have any other options."
Chad was silent, and Kyle grinned in self-satisfaction as he strode
down the street. He was looking forward to his morning workout. There
would be no oafish Chad at the locker next to his to force him between
the jock's body and the concrete wall. He strode to his locker and
pulled off his shirt and pants. Chad's head hung out of Kyle's boxer
fly. He was horrified. He'd never be a man again. He'd never be able
to hang with is friends. He -
Kyle squeezed his cock and tugged on it. Stop wallowing in self-pity
jock boy, and fluff up big, I expect you to fill out my jockstrap this
morning.
"Hey, you seen Chad?" Noah asked looming over Kyle.
Noah was Chad's best friend, and had the locker on the other side of
Chad's.
"Chad?" Kyle balked for a moment. He was looking right at Chad - only
Chad was now his cock. He took a breath, and answered, "Do you see the
big lug around here?"
"Nope, I don't see him," Noah admitted. Then he sniffed the air
loudly. He sniffed again, and bent over Kyle. Each time he sniffed he
moved closer to Kyle's crotch. He paused, "But I sure do smell him.
Are you wearing Chad's boxers?"
"You smell him?" Kyle said, "That's perverse."
"Hey, don't call me a perv, I saw you at the Eagle last week."
"You're gay too?"
Noah didn't speak. He just dropped to his knees, licked his lips,
opened his mouth, and swallowed Kyle's cock. His tongue lashed,
caressed and manipulated Chad who couldn't stop himself from getting
hard. Kyle's knees buckled as he sent his load coursing through Chad
and into Noah.
Noah licked off the last drops from Kyle's cockhead, then he licked
his own lips. He stood as Chad hung there limply.
"Okay, Kyle, how did you turn Chad into your cock?"
"What are you talking about? That's my cock! Does it look like Chad?"
"No, but it sure does taste and smell like him. I know from wrestling
, you'd be surprised where a guy can shove his nose and tongue when
you're wearing a wrestling singlet. Chad probably doesn't even know I
was doing it. But that cock tastes and smells like Chad. Chad's
missing, and yesterday you had a teenie weenie. So I can only
conclude that you finally decided that Chad was behaving so much like
a dick that you might as well make him one. I can understand that.
But when he learns his lesson, will you change him back?"
"And get stuck with a teenie weenie again? I think not. Besides Chad
is such a dick, he will never learn his lesson. So what are you going
to do?"
"Well, you're still kind of hard, and as long as I don't have to face
Chad again after you fuck my ass, I might as well let you fuck my ass.
I've always wanted Chad inside me, and this seems like my best shot!"
Wha! shrieks Chad's mind incoherently.
Kyle grins, and says, "Bend over, Noah!"