“You’re Samantha,” I said. “I just changed you.” I could tell from the look on her…well, his face that it wasn’t registering with him. “Don’t you remember?”
“Hey, dude,” he said, “the only thing I remember is being in your head and now here I am in the flesh. Why don’t you just forget about this Samantha and you and I get acquainted?” Again he gently stroked his cock, which quickly became erect.
Uh oh, I thought. What the hell went wrong? Why couldn’t he remember being Samantha? And why was I thinking more about his huge cock than anything else? I guessed I must have an uncontrollable libido. But I had to fight through that right now. “So you, uh…don’t remember just being a hot girl?” I asked.
He raised an eyebrow and said, “Do I look like a hot girl to you?” He moved slightly from side to side and gently flexed his muscles. All the while he still stroked his huge cock. Oh, shit, I thought. Now I felt my own cock getting hard. He noticed right away and he smiled wickedly. “Oh, yea, there’s my boy,” he said.
That was the point of no return. I couldn’t resist my urges any longer. I walked over to him and planted my lips on his. He wasted no time in returning my kiss. We spent a few minutes exploring each other’s mouths. I felt our erect cocks touching each other. I moved him over to the small barrier wall between the kitchen and the living room. I backed him up against it. Then I dropped to my knees and went to work on his cock. I teased it with my tongue even though it didn’t need anymore teasing. Then I put it in my mouth and began to suck on it. It occurred to me that an hour ago I would have never considered doing this, but now it felt completely natural. My fantasy man kept moaning louder and louder as my sucking increased in intensity. He grabbed a hole of my head and pushed me closer to him. I felt him clench up and then he shot a huge load right into my mouth. I happily sucked it all down. I found nothing unusual in the taste. I was gay alright.
Once I felt I received his full offering I stood up again and passionately kissed him again. “Was that good for you, baby?” I asked seductively.
“You fucking bet,” he said. “Now it’s my turn.”
He placed me against the counter and then proceeded to drop to his knees and engulf my cock with his mouth. By this point I was so turned on and so hyped up that I came a lot faster than he did. I felt embarrassed by this. After he finished sucking me dry he kissed me again. “I’m sorry,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be,” he said. “There’s more fun we can have.”
I was certainly intrigued by this thought and I had a pretty good idea what he meant. But now that I’d been satisfied, I could think a little clearer. I had to figure out why he didn’t remember being Samantha. Suddenly it hit me. I had wished for Samantha to turn into the guy from my fantasy. That was exactly what happened. But since he was just a fantasy, he had no identity. He wasn’t a person, really. So it seemed like that meant he was now his own person. He didn’t retain any of Samantha’s memories. Simply put, he wasn’t Samantha. He was…someone.
Now I really had a problem. I couldn’t just erase Samantha. But I couldn’t get rid of this hunk either.
Before I could figure out what to do, something much more immediate happened. I heard the door to our apartment open.