“Watch out!” someone screamed. I turned around to see what was going on, and a soccer ball slammed right into my face. I got knocked right off of my feet and landed on my back in the middle of the field. I looked up and saw Eric looking down at me. I smiled.
“Are you alright, man?” he asked. I nodded and smiled. My eyes examined him from the bottom up. He was wearing expensive blue and silver Nike cleats with white socks over his shin guards. His short silky soccer shorts matched his shoes perfectly, and white spandex boxer briefs teasingly poked out from under the shorts, tightly encasing his defined thighs. His abs were a chiseled six-pack, and his torso widened perfectly up to his shoulders and perfect hard pecs, forming the perfect V-shape torso. He offered out his big hand. I took it and as he helped me up, his arms rippled nicely.
“Thanks,” I said as I smiled into his well-proportioned and chiseled face. He grinned back at me with his perfect white smile. He walked back to his position on the field and began playing again. I took some time to wipe off the grass that got stuck to my sweaty back. I was a scrawny 15-year old. I was tall, and I had a tight stomach and thin arms. Pimples covered my back and chest, and I was embarrassed to be on skins again.
I hated soccer. I mean, everybody was always better than I was, I was lazy, and I hated running. The only thing that made it worthwhile was the men. To see them sweating and their perfectly tanned muscular bodies running around the field made me hot. I was often hiding my 6 ½ boner while playing. I tried to concentrate on the drill or the play, but it often did not work.
I was the brainy kid. I had my group of friends, but otherwise, I wasn’t very popular. But Eric, the captain of the team, he was a totally different story. He was 6’ 1” and probably the most popular and good-looking kid in school. He was going to be a senior this coming year.
As practiced ended, I asked if I could have a ride from my “friend,” but if course he couldn’t because he was going to be busy. By the time I finished talking to him, everyone from practice left except Eric. I walked up to him nervously and asked,—Hey Eric. Uh… do you think I could have a ride?” He looked at me and smiled. “Sure,” he said,—but let me get changed first.”
Eric walked to his car and I followed. He opened the car door and began to strip, briefs and all. I stared, amazed at the free show I thought I would never get. He worked out of his soccer gear. I attentively watched him peel off every layer off of his muscled legs. The light brown hair didn’t cover his feet, and his legs were lightly coated with it. The soccer shorts came off, revealing the white spandex bovver briefs that hugged his body tightly. Then his firm bubble butt was shown to me first, completely hairless. Then he turned around, and I saw the large bulge finally released. It was 5 inches soft. I didn’t realize I was grinning as I saw his large sack and balls stretch out and his cock swinging between his legs. The hair around his penis was damp and a darker brown than the rest of his body hair. It wasn’t too over grown there. I could tell he trimmed frequently. He took all of his sweaty musky clothes and put them in a blue adidas soccer bag. He looked up and caught me staring at his perfect body.
I quickly looked away and got into the Jeep as he pulled on a pair of pants and sandals. I buckled in and he hopped into the drivers seat. I felt embarrassed. The guy that I jerked off to every night finds out that I’m gay and that I was checking out his body. Great, how could this get any worse? As we made our way out of the school parking lot, he looked at me and asked “Are you gay?”
I kept my gaze on the road. There was no denying it now, so, what the hell? “Yeah, I am,” I quietly said. He looked away, and said, “That’s cool.” The drive home was silent. When I reached home, the sun was setting and the sky was turning oranges, yellows, and pinks. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the car, mumbling thanks. I dropped my bag in my room, and took a shower.
I rested on my bed. I had an hour before my parents came home to eat dinner. I looked over at my soccer bag. “Aw, shit,” I muttered as I jumped off the bed. I opened my bag up to reveal a jumble of soccer clothes and gear. This wasn’t my bag. I must be Eric’s. “Well,” I said to myself, “if I have it, I might as well enjoy it.”
I laid out all the contents of the bag, checking all the pockets and compartments. I always wanted to be like Eric. No, I wanted to be Eric. I stripped down quickly and picked up the boxer briefs. They were a little sticky and they smelled of sweat. I slid them on slowly. There was plenty of room, especially in the crotch. The fabric felt good against my body, and I could feel my dick getting a little hard. I then slid on his soccer shorts. I walked around the room, and they swished nicely. I took his wet wife-beater and hastily slid it on. It was a little stretched at the top, and it bunched up on my skinny frame. I took out his stick deodorant. It still had beads of his sweat on the surface, and there was a single armpit hair stuck into it. I took it and placed amongst my own.
I took his shin guards and slid them on as well. They were still wet with sweat, and they were just a bit too long for my legs. Next, I put on his dirty socks and they too were a bit big. Lastly were the Nike cleats. I put them on and tied them just the way that Eric did. I stood there for a few minutes with my eyes closed. I smell like him, I dress like him, and I bet I can even imitate him. I walked over to the mirror in my room, and I was quite pleased with myself. I smiled a few times, and tried to imitate his voice. “Hey, not bad,” I said to myself.
Suddenly, I began to feel my heart pounding and my muscles ache. I stared in the mirror as I saw myself. “What the hell?” I said. Slowly, I could see myself getting taller, as if I were stretching out. I could feel and see my body filling up. My muscles became lean and defined. I saw my chest grow and my abs really pop out from underneath the beater. “Wow!” My butt cheeks lifted and expanded. “Uh,” I grunted. My thighs developed definition lines and my calves became hard as rock. My arm muscled grew and my shoulders widened. My face elongated and I developed a strong chin, a seductive pair of lips, and perfect green eyes. My hair shortened and turned a light brown, and my skin was smoothed out and tanned.
After the transformation was complete, I ran to the bathroom to get a few view of what happened. I could not believe my eyes, or his eyes. Standing in front of the mirror, was Eric in his soccer clothes. But how could this be? I managed to say, “Oh my God,” when I suddenly stopped. I said it again and again. It was Eric’s voice. I stripped down and saw the exact picture I had earlier this afternoon; the perfect face, perfect body, and the perfect male specimen.
I looked down to survey Eric’s hard work in the gym when I saw it. His 5-inch soft cock was beginning to grow. I watched as it slowly got thicker and double in length. By the time the erection was complete, I was speechless. I grabbed the cock hard, and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I worked my hand up and down, up and down. I could feel his, no, my, balls churning in my sac. I stood there for 15 minutes, stroking his cock and looking at the hot body in the mirror. Finally, I came. Sweet juice sprayed all over the bathroom for a few minutes during the longest orgasm I have ever had. I went back into my room and lay in the bed.
I began to go through Eric’s mind; his memories, his stories, and even his secrets. That’s when I finally realized something. I finally realized that Eric was gay too. That’s why he never had a girlfriend. That’s why when his friends brought the Playboy to school he was embarrassed.
I smiled again. There was a certain fantasy Eric has been dreaming about for quite a while. I’ll be glad to skip dinner and see if I can make it come true.