I have picked up this story again at the request of a few dedicated yet frustrated readers. Thank you, to those of you who spurred me on when I was completely content in abandoning this fic.
It has been nearly two years since I last updated this story. A quick preface should serve well: two teen boys, Jake and Devlin, have switched bodies through some unknown power inherited by Devlin from his paternal grandfather and his father. Jake the jock (balk at the originality) and Devlin the nerd struggle to regain control of their own bodies through the increasingly intense physical contact and intimacy they share.
Note, the story is told from two perspectives, though this chapter comes entirely from Devlin's point of view. There will be some confusing explanations of whose body is whose body, but I ask you bear with this since it is important to the story and how things develop later. Yes, there will be more coming after this! Happy reading!
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Part 6
~Devlin~
Pinned and pining, I held in my hands the shape of my own body, yet inside was the being of another. I had him there, captive beneath me in my grasp, seeming firmer than I had ever before exerted. I held his hips now. He squirmed against me, so I gathered him up and slowly eased us onto our sides on the mattress. He maneuvered us further until there I lay, supine. Jake propped himself up with his left hand, slid down the bulk of my body, aligned our dicks, and ground as hard as he could into me. The swivel he managed with his hips was impressive. My hands shot up - surely, by some untamed, hormone-driven passion this body achieved as it rapidly approached the kind of sex it craved most - and caught his ass. The fabric of his athletic shorts lent me the freedom of movement. I palmed it. I spread it. I played it like I, rightful owner, only knew.
He cleared his throat and repositioned himself. He straddled my stomach, moving around, resting right above my pelvic bone, my threatening erection. I'm sure he was aware. "Um, so...you maybe want to lose some of...these?" He gestured down to our clothes.
I chuckled. My abs clenched. I wasn't used to this reaction, so I ended up tossing Jake a bit, but he steadied himself with a hand on my chest. "Yeah, why not," I said.
"Ok." When he said it, it came out him like a puff of smoke, so I laughed again. Uneasy, putting on this
sexy
act as he was, my own certainty proceeded unchecked.
I lifted my shirt up with him still sitting there. He raised his hand. Then, bracing himself with those long legs on either side of my body, he raised his hips ever so slightly. I raised mine too, to free the fabric of the shirt from under me. I motioned to grab the bottom of the shirt but I could not seem to pass up the golden opportunity and instead reached for his hips. Jake had his shirt coming off over his head, so he couldn't have prepared for my grip.
His whole body jolted when I grabbed him, and he quickly threw his shirt off and onto the floor to look down on me, slight concern marking his face. I smiled back at him, and I kept my grip firm. His hips were narrow, bony, suggestive. Extending the arch of my body slightly and inclining his lower half towards mine, I grinded up towards him.
He rolled his eyes at me. "Alright..." he said, his words lingering and seeming to tempt.
"Yeah? What's so alright to you?"
His grin hooked to one side. "You know, kind of everything." And with that he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tried to tear it up and off me. I helped. He needed it, really, fragile little bird. I'd have needed it if I were still in that body, my body...
I recall trying to forget our current predicament at that time. The body swap.
I recall how I figured to make the most of it. Give into my darkest, most hedonistic inclinations. After all, I was
borrowing his body
.
Upon successfully disrobing me, he looked a bit too proud, so I pulled him back. He sunk down onto me, with what little weight he had, and our bodies decompressed. Flesh on flesh. The divinity of that moment, sure to be outclassed by moments to come, was not lost.
We both sighed forcibly. I chuckled softly at the simultaneity of it. He shivered in my arms.
Better suited - rather, no longer suited in our shirts, bare-chested - we resumed the play. And he snaked down my body again, worrying less about supporting himself, more about the painfully perfect feeling of our torsos bare and flush together.
He grabbed the beltloops of my jeans near the back and really forced down, his pelvis on mine. His hips were too narrow to match mine, but his cock was ever eager and hard as a challenge. He rested for a moment before beginning to gyrate, again, just so.
"Fuck," he breathed.
And I had his ass in my hands again. I got a bit too playful, feeling that butt I knew so well. One strong hand up the short short that barely covered his left cheek.
He
actually
whimpered.
There he was squirming halfway down me. Our cocks throbbing against each other's, the full length of his upper body extended about seventy-five percent of my own. Our height difference proved to be the sort of amusing, unavoidable situation you could giggle at then ignore. I could not wait to experience it from the other perspective...from my own body.
His head was pressed up against my chest. He nudged one of my pecs. The contact there ached. The velvet, glowing mantle of my chest. The silken, pure caress of his cheek. The sensation teased. He raked the unexpected stubble on his chin across me as he moved his head, once now twice rubbing against me like some unfixed feline.
Jake nuzzled his chin in the hollow of my chest, where flesh dove down and fiercely clung to the sturdy cage of bone responsible for this statue of a body.
And now, for yet another time uncountable, our eyes met.
I saw it. I saw him. As if he could hide now. I knew if he could have, of his own accord, leapt from his borrowed body at that moment, to regain control, he would have. He would have run, streaking through the air, back to his body, his statue, to crown it with laurels and dress it for victory over discord and baffling strife.
Instead, I stared from his high portholes and cast him down.
That psychic charge that played between us gripped each look. I knew he sensed it when he lowered his eyes. His face.
He kissed my flesh. His sigh leaked toxins all over me that spread in form of gooseflesh, until they stole up and out of my mouth in a sigh that answered his. "Jake," the toxins spoke, through trembling lips and equally excited breath.
I had latched onto his ass and hadn't let up since. I squeezed him once more there, then moved one of my arms up his lithe frame, his naked flesh, to the small of his back and higher until I had his chest and could press it down onto my abdomen. Our skin burned together. Even if I didn't own it, the skin, I felt I would never forget the sensation. As inconceivable, as unforgettable as this experience would be - what with hurtling through the space between two human consciousnesses - I knew these touches, these feelings, these imprints would prove most indelible.
Palms heavy and fingers searching, I kneaded his ass. Perhaps with too much force, since he slid up my body. "Devlin...would you..." he was panting now as he moved up and down, well everywhere, he must have just needed to
move
to
feel
