The Twinning

 

His prey sat quietly across the classroom, oblivious to his insidious agenda from afar. True he was one of the most well-respected kids in school: sports star, gorgeous, stacked, hung… There wasn’t a lady or a guy that didn’t want to either be him, or be with him. And yet, even at the top of the mountain, being so far removed from everyone else started to weigh down on him. No one was ever on his level. No one could ever fill this void of broish fraternity. Not even his teammates could match him, and this bothered him immensely. So, the devious jock hatched a plan.

This kid had a crush on him. It was so obvious that he even toyed with him constantly. He’d be caught in the locker room without his shorts on, he’d forget his deodorant one day, he’d kick his shoes off and lounge in his seat, he’d ride past on his motorcycle… Each time getting a kick out of this boy who had a serious affinity for him. This made him the ideal target. He’d be getting exactly what he wanted… And it’d be too easy to manipulate him into the trap. 

So when the teacher asked the students to pair up for a partnered project, he pushed past all the overzealous admirers begging for his partnership and stopped at the edge of the kid’s desk. He looked up, trying desperately to feign some nonchalant attitude as his idol stood before him.

“Hey man, whaddya say we partner up?” The others in the room sighed and groaned, having lost their chance to be with his magnetic presence. Even behind the façade of a relaxed demeanor, he could see the kid’s pupils dilate out of anxiety and excitement. 

“Yeah, sure man! Do you want to meet up after school in the library or something?” The jock laughed, reminding the kid of his commitment to practice after school. Knowing that the thought of his idol being at his home would be too much to handle for the kid, he smirked and proposed a counteroffer.

“Why don’t ya swing by my place around 7. I’ll just be getting home and we can work on it then.” Despite every ounce of willpower, the kid finally showed the shock and awe of the proposal. He had a moment of pause before accepting with a silent nod. “Cool. See you after practice man.” And thus, the trap was set. He knew exactly what to do from this moment on. No more loneliness. No more lack of brotherhood. He was gonna have a partner in crime.

Practice came and went, as usual, he destroyed the competition, simply winning the admiration of his teammates. Even coach was impressed with his hustle. As the team flooded into the locker room, overwhelming the showers with male physiques, he subtly slipped his gear off. Placing it into his duffel bag, he intentionally skipped the showers and kept his sweaty, used jockstrap and socks exactly where they had been. Taking a guilty whiff of the scent of “homme au naturale,” he smiled earnestly knowing he’d be getting a double dose of it from now on. He threw on his black shorts, his compression shirt, and Nikes, sneaking out the back door completely unnoticed.

Just as he expected, as he approached his driveway, the kid was sitting on his front stoop awaiting his arrival. He dismounted his trademark crotchrocket, and sauntered over to the front door. A quick greeting was all he needed, as his scent did all the rest. He could tell that the wafting smell of sweat enamored the kid. He guided the kid to his room, opening the door and revealing his unkempt bedroom. Various workout equipment and clothes littered the floor, and the bedsheets sat strewn across the sweat-stained bed. 

“Aight sick. Let’s get to work, yeah?” Barely containing his excitement, the kid whipped out his laptop and notebooks. The jock let his gym bag slump from his shoulder onto the floor where the kid sat, strategically allowing just enough space in between them to allow the delectable scent of freshly cut grass and musk to subtly tickle his nose. He allowed the kid to start on the project, nodding absentmindedly as he popped the cap off a Corona. As the kid was deep into the textbook and rattling off about sentence structure or whatever, he smugly reached into his pocket and grabbed the small vial of turquoise powder. Releasing the cork, he poured the substance into the beer, watching it fizz ever so slightly as it dissipated into the yellow booze. Then, praying to God he could remain inconspicuous, he reached into his pocket for the second material. He pulled out his used condom from the night before, the milky spunk now warm from being against his sweaty thighs, and poured the contents into the beer. This was the dangerous part. Hoping that the kid wouldn’t look into the bottle as he drank the spiked beer, he turned and extended it toward the kid.

“Hey man, thanks for partnering up with me. Drink up. It’s on me tonight.” The kid clearly didn’t know what to do with himself, but his body language betrayed his cool-as-ice expression. Clearly pretending to have done this a thousand times before, he grabbed the cold bottle, clinking it in toast to their clandestine partnership. The jock watched with bated breath as the kid gingerly took a gulp of the Corona, not once breaking eye contact. The kid suddenly gagged as he swallowed, dropping the bottle on himself and spilling the contents all over his shirt and jeans. “Oh shit man. Here.” The jock tossed the kid his sweat rag. He watched as the kid wiped the beer from his clothes.

“My parents are gonna kill me if they smell beer on me!” The kid began to panic, just as he had hoped. Opening his gym bag, he tossed the kid his workout shorts- still damp and warm from use.

“Here man. Put these on. I’ll try and find you a shirt or something.” The kid picked up the shorts from his lap, and waiting until the jock had begun sifting through his piles of laundry, he began to undress. The jock smirked with a devilish grin as he heard the kid slip on his shorts. The process was going smoothly. Well, it was going smoothly. Just as the process was beginning, the kid began to backpedal.

“Yeah, I think I should probably go home. We can finish this tomorrow at school.” Knowing the process was in danger, and having anticipated a hiccup in the plan, the jock turned to face his soon-to-be protégé. 

“Nope. You’re gonna stay right here tonight.” The kid looked up from his backpack at him, clearly shocked at the candidness of his response. “You know man, I know you’ve been looking at me all these years. Admiring my body. My golden smile. I know I’m at the top of the food chain. But you know what, I think it’s time to share that peak.” The kid shuffled nervously as he tried to grab his bag and flee from the increasingly intimidating situation, only to be met with a pair of unresponsive legs. He grasped them in a desperate attempt to pull himself up, but alas, to no avail. “Yeah, it’s starting to happen man. Damn! I can’t wait bro.”

The jock swaggered over to the kid, effortlessly picking him up and lying him down on his bed, propped up against a pillow on his headboard. The kid was shivering with fear, just as he was shivering in anticipation. Looking down at the kid, he saw small specks of tan skin dot across his prey’s body. The kid began to cry out, begging for him to end whatever process had befallen him. The jock smiled as he saw the kid’s feet begin to change and shift, growing meaty and soft. 

“Please! Let me go! I don’t know what’s going on! I just wanna go home!” The jock looked at his prey with an ounce of sympathy, knowing the process was jarring.

“Hey, you’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be better than fine. You’re gonna be the best there ever was. We’re gonna be bros! We’re gonna rule the school!” He smacked the Kid’s growing thighs, watching the ripples turn to solid muscle. “Doesn’t it feel so good man?” The kid began to groan, pushing his head back against the pillow. “Doesn’t it feel so fuckin’ hot?” 

“Yes…” The quiet affirmation from the Kid gave him so much joy. The triumphant jock sat on the bed with voyeuristic pleasure as abs began to ripple from the kid’s torso, capped off by two strong pecs with sensitive brown nipples. He playfully pinched them, feeling the heat emanating from his body, while his shoulders and back broadened and solidified. 

The Kid reluctantly allowed pleasure to take over, placing his arms behind his head as they burst with power and muscle. The jock sniffed the musty air, catching a trace of the oh-so-familiar natural scent he’d grown to love drifting from his bro’s pits as hairs protruded like grass from the tan skin. From the neck down, the Kid was no longer the boy he used to be, but rather, a recognizable build, musk, and color adorned him. 

“C’mon bro almost there! You’re so close!” The jock now cheered for the transformation to come to full fruition. Finally, the changes began in his jaws, strengthening it to a chiseled and prominent line. His lips plumped and widened, and a soft, sticky tongue sat caged behind two rows of spectacular white teeth. He began to pant as his nose flattened ever so slightly, allowing for a much more powerful sense of smell to overwhelm him. He breathed in his jockboy odor, as his eyes narrowed and brows lowered. With a final huff of the air, his hair turned a dark brown towing the line between messy and well coiffed. The jock looked down with pride at his doppelganger, his mirror image lying in his bed. And as his brown eyes opened for the first time, the jock felt instant camaraderie and chemistry with his creation. 

“Fuck yeah! Finally bro!” The two high fived and grasped each other’s hands, pulling each other into a bro hug. They began to tussle playfully just as brothers do, beginning their familial ties on a lively, sportive note. 

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The jock waited at the party for his long lost twin brother, and as his matching red motorcycle pulled up at the house, he ran down to meet him. 

“Yo! What took you so long?” His twin smirked and opened his side bag, pulling out a twelve pack of their favourite Corona beers. They winked knowingly at each other, as they sauntered into the party. Who knows, there was only one twin. Why not a few more?