Sunday Reloaded: Room Mates

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It had been great since the coach changed all the room allocations for the football team. To help with their grades he'd insisted that there was one nerd to every two jocks.

I had to move in with Trey and Wilson--linemen, two heavy built fuckers. When I first moved in they treated me like a servant as did most of the other jocks with their new room mates.

That was until I used a little trick I'd inherited from my parents. From the age of fifteen, I found that I could get inside other people. Sometimes I would just hide, other times I would take control and be them. From seventeen, I realised I could tweak their memories and remodel their personalities.

I have to admit, it didn't take long for me to lose my patience with both of them. So I jumped Wilson when he returned from a party drunk. He was the bigger of the two, and I knew his additional weight would be useful tackling Trey when the time came.
I stayed in Wilson for a week, slowly tweaking and remodelling his psyche. I allowed him to know what I could do, and that I was in control of him, I released endorphins reinforcing the enjoyment of me being in control. With my brains, and his brawn we played the best game of the season. Other players asked where the nerd was, and I told them he'd gone to see his parents or some shit.

It was Saturday when I'd finished my work with Wilson, and now it was Trey's turn. We were both getting ready for a party--to celebrate the win. Trey was in the bathroom fixing his hair, he'd picked his favourite scoop neck t-shirt that revealed his thick pecs.

I walked up behind him, and rested my hands on his shoulders, he looked at me in the mirror. "Sup' Bro'?" He asked. I smiled, and looped my arms around him locking my hands around his chest. I felt Wilson tense, knowing what was about to happen, and then I pushed forward out of Wilson directly into Trey's back.

I relaxed. "OK Wilson, you can let go now," I muttered in Trey's voice. Wilson obediently released his grip. I turned and tapped at his chest. "You did a good job, now go get dressed we've got a party to go to."

Looking in the mirror I flexed a couple of times trying out Trey's body. He was fast for his size which is why the scouts where keeping an eye on him, it was just his grades that needed work. I thought about the party, and Trey's ten inch monster stirred his pants--fuck I was going to have fun.

For the rest of the week, I spent time on Trey's mind rebuilding it just as I had with Wilson. The jocks thoughts and memory sharpened to a point where I didn't need to tutor them anymore--that was a week ago.

When "I" had returned from my parents, it was the jocks that looked after me when we were in the dorm. The following weekend I walked in on them both reading books; something they wouldn't dream of doing a couple of weeks ago.

"So you guys going to the party at Jason's tonight?" I asked.

Trey and Wilson looked at each other. "Maybe," Wilson replied with a grin on his face.

"Sweet! I'd like to go, but I've go nothing to wear," I said with my tongue in my cheek.

The guys looked at each other again and dropped their books. Wilson cracked a double bicep pose, flexing as hard as he could.

Trey looked over and flexed an impressive arm and rubbed his monster through his jeans. Almost immediately it swelled stretching the fabric.

I looked between the two jocks, both eagerly bidding for my attention. "Well, I think it's gotta be Wilson's turn," I said leaning over and kissing Trey on the forehead.

Wilson flashed a cocky grin at Trey, who just flicked him the bird. My host relaxed laying his arms along his sides, climbing onto his heavy built body and slipped in effortlessly. His eyes closed, and his eyelids fluttered, when they opened again it was me behind his cool blue eyes.

I got up and walked over to Trey. "Next time buddy," I said quietly in Wilson's voice. I leaned over and kissed him deeply tentatively exploring his mouth with my tongue. As I pulled away, he followed my lips trying to make the kiss last longer. "Maybe later, we have a party to get ready for first," I whispered.