#pledge day

You develop a special sort of bond with a guy when you've swapped bodies and you're touching each other's dick. It's the justification that Sigma Epsilon Chi gave for their partnership with Cuerpo Inc. during rush week, and I had to admit it makes sense. More to the point, Sig-Ep is THE frat to be in, so I knew I was going to do whatever it took to become a member, hazing be damned.

My face has never been much to look at-- my ears have always been huge, my hair is hopelessly curly, and I think my features are more rugged than handsome. I certainly don't have legacy money or family connections. I pledged with the hope that my muscles or my vibes would get me a ticket in, and I was so relieved to get that offer letter.

They said the house would swap bodies at random for the weekend, but I know that the machinery they use allows you to specify certain swaps and randomize others. I was convinced one of the upperclassmen will be taking my body while I ended up in some twig body for maximum embarrassment... and I wasn't wrong.

Henry is... he's a good guy, honestly. His parents are loaded and he can eat damn near anything and it doesn't affect his figure. I've never been fashion forward, so having access to his closet has been wild. The guy actually owns a sewing machine! He's also one of those guys who is never seen without product in his hair-- he actually left me instructions on how to take care of it. I can only imagine what he's gonna do in my low maintenance body-- all I own are tank tops and gym shirts. I'm half-expecting to come back to a new wardrobe and a manicure. But holy hell, the dude is thin and lanky in ways I didn't think was possible. I hope he enjoys having some actual meat on his bones.

The biggest thing is that Henry is gay. Which, you know, that's totally cool by me! More chicks for the rest of us. But once I was put into his body, seeing all of my fellow bros roaming around shirtless and feeling up their new muscles... I don't know how Henry can wear these skinny jeans all the time. I was rock-hard within minutes and it physically hurt to have my new eight inches constrained by denim. I almost feel guilty, giving him the shorter end of the stick.

I'm pretty sure Henry is an insatiable bottom, so all of that size seems wasted but... what can you do? Anyway, we're allowed to hook up this weekend as long as we use condoms and... when else am I gonna have this opportunity, you know? If I don't take this chance, I'm gonna be consumed by the 'what if's forever. Also the part where I'm horny as fuck in his body.

Lucky for me, whoever ended up in Joey's body was giving me the side-eye the whole time we were at the opening mixer, so I don't think it will take much effort to get my dick wet. His body has the type of smooth skin I've always envied, and I'm honestly jealous at how handsome his face looks. He's got a dirty blonde dye job that plays into his charm, and his muscles are... well, they might be bigger than mine. My real muscles, anyway.

"You wanna head upstairs to my room?" Joey asked, grabbing my bulge in his hand. He flashed a dazzling grin, and I could feel myself swooning from the confidence. God, I wanted him so bad. But Joey was just a Sophomore, which meant he still had one of the smaller bedrooms.

"My room," I said, shaking my head. A thought crossed my mind, and once again I figured I may as well follow the impulse. I threw my arms around Joey's neck and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a bit, but pretty soon his arms were hooked underneath my body to support my weight. So many of my friends back home did that all the time, and now I understood why they found it addicting. I leaned in close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."

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"I really needed that," I said, putting some clothes back on after the most intense session of my life. "Can't say that I had ever imagined getting fucked by a man before, but, uhh... I enjoyed it, it was good. Hopefully that was good for you, too?" I could feel myself starting to blush. "I've never been a gay man before, but I think I got the hang of it there at the end."

"Bro, you were great, don't even worry about it," Joey said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But, uhh... what do you mean, you've never been a gay man before?"

I paused, trying to figure out whether or not he was messing with me. "I mean... I'm in Henry's body right now? It's me, Matty. I'm not actually gay. But, you know... when in Rome."

He just laughed at me. "Bro, that's not how it works. Attraction is all in the brain. Like... yeah, the real Henry is out and proud, but you being in his body doesn't make you gay. If you were into that, you've always been into dudes. You were just too afraid to admit it."

His face was all smiles, but his words felt like a punch to the gut. "Wait, but... I can't be gay, I've had girlfriends, I..." I tried to come up with some sort of defense, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was caught up in what other guys looked like because I was jealous. Was that just some warped form of attraction? "Are you sure the swap works like that?"

Joey wrapped me in a warm hug. "I'm sure. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to give you a existential crisis. I thought you knew. You may not be gay, if it helps? You might be, like... Bi or Pan instead. And no one's gonna make you pick a label right away. Take your time, see what feels right."

He had a point. Being attracted to dudes wasn't limited to just gay men. And anyway, it's not like being gay would be a bad thing. I just... I didn't think it was me. "Hey, thanks bro," I said, hugging him back. "And... sorry if I sounded insulting. There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just didn't think... well, I'll definitely have to figure out my, uhh... my truth, I guess."

I started lowering my hands back down to his ass, and pretty soon we were making out again. "Hey, are you sure this is what you want?" Joey asked, pausing as I started to strip again. "Feels like you're moving fast, and I want to make sure you're not, like... pressured or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, smiling at him. "You're the one who told me to see what feels right. That was my first time having sex with a dude, and it felt pretty good. So I think I'm gonna have sex with a guy for a second time. See what happens."

Inspired by @manswaps​‘s prompt.

“Bro, your hair is still damp,” Patrick said, examining his new ginger hair in the mirror.  “Did you shower right before the meeting?  God, you did, didn’t you?  I can still smell the soap on your skin.  Is this Axe body wash?  You try way too hard not to offend anyone.  You know that, right?”

Ethan bit his lip, choosing to say nothing in response.  Out of all of the people he could have been swapped bodies with for Rush Week, it had to be Patrick.  He was quite possibly one of the most bitter, caustically sarcastic people that Ethan had ever met.  Admittedly, his smooth face and defined chest were both in the solid “win” columns, but Patrick’s signature leather jack reeked of nicotine.

Patrick folded his arms.  “No response, huh?  Well, maybe spending a week in my body will help give you some confidence.  So, you do know how to smoke a cigarette, right?”

“I don’t smoke,” Ethan said, shaking his head.

“Ethan does not smoke,” Patrick said, gesturing at his new body.  “But Patrick smokes a pack every two or three days, and I am going to be super pissed if I come back to my body and find out you’ve put me into a nicotine withdrawal.  You’ve got my debit card, make sure that you use it.  I’m biased toward Camels, but as long as you don’t go menthol it will be fine.  Make sure you’re using condoms.”  Patrick correctly interpreted the grimace that flashed across Ethan’s face.  “Or don’t have sex, whatever.  Just be safe if you do.  And if you try and eat too much spicy food, you’ll be shitting fire.  If you eat Chipotle more than once this week, you’re gonna have a bad time.  And that’s basically the crash course for being Patrick.  Anything I should know about your body?”

“I... lemme think,” Ethan said, surprised at the sudden softer side on display.  “I can’t eat eggs without getting terrible gas.  Like, gut-rumbling, blame it on the dog terrible.  And if you don’t keep up on my nightly ProActive treatment, my face is probably gonna break out something fierce.”

“God, I do not miss having to worry about acne,” Patrick said, giving his new face one last rubdown in the mirror.  “Well, have a good night, Mr. Axe.  The boys and I will be taking your frosh bodies out to Myrtle Beach for the weekend.  Hold down the fort, and I’ll see you on Sunday.”  Patrick slapped his old body on the ass before swaggering out the door, leaving Ethan alone to question the life choices that had brought him to this point.

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It had been a weekend full of firsts for Ethan.  He certainly wasn’t planning to start smoking once the swap was over, but he had to admit it wasn’t as bad as he’d been raised to believe.  More to the point, he was starting to realize just how much he had lucked out by swapping with Patrick.  Sure, the sudden withdraw of $200 from his checking account was concerning.  But maybe that was just how expensive everything was there at the hotel?  Gavin had taken all of his clothes with him when he left, forcing Jake to walk around naked until they’d been able to find him something that fit his massive linebacker frame.  And Dean texted a photo from a tattoo parlor-- Trent was now the ‘proud’ owner of a barbed wire bicep tattoo.

The biggest surprise was realizing that Patrick must have been gay.  Seeing Gavin’s hairy body in the nude was odd enough.  He couldn’t divert his gaze, but at the same time he’d never seen so much body hair on a man, so surely that was the reason?  But then again, he’d never noticed how sharp Shawn’s jaw was before.  The final nail in the coffin was waking up early Sunday morning for a smoke and seeing the track team jog by during their practice.  Seeing the sweat glisten off of their chests was enough for him to feel his erection strain against his jeans.

Was he only gay because he was in Patrick’s body?  Or had he just been in denial prior to this experience uprooting him from his sheltered upbringing?  It was hard to say.  And when he saw what Patrick had done, he had to admit that it was hard to care.  He’d spent that entire $200 on a new wardrobe.

“Do you like what you see, Mr. Axe?” Patrick said, with a coy smirk.

“That depends,” Ethan said, returning the smile.  “I have to admit my body looks damn good in those clothes.  Is it gay to have sex with yourself?”

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