The plan almost came to a screeching halt when Mrs. Richardson caught him coming out of Gavin's brother's bedroom.
"Were you looking for the bathroom, Mark? It's actually two more doors down that way. Wash your hands and come on downstairs, please, supper will be on the table shortly." She tussled his hair as she passed by and Mark grinned like an idiot, covering the spasms of fear he felt inside.
Spending the weekend with Gavin and his family, Mark has been worried that only a short window of opportunity would present itself where he could get into Topher's closet, grab the items of clothing he would need, and not be missed by the ever watchful eye of the Richardson's. Although he had been caught, Gavin's mom had luckily explained it away while also failing to notice the well-stuffed backpack slung over his shoulders.
For a senior in high school, Mark still looked like an eighth grader - dimples, barely hair on his body, trimmed blonder hair, and 135 pounds dripping wet. Maybe that's why Gavin and he go on so well - they were polar opposites in looks, but both were slightly awkward around people, liked role-playing games, and had been fast friends since fifth grade. He was a regular fixture at the Richardson's and that gave him the confidence to do what he was planning to do.
A few months ago, while on one of the "bike hikes" they liked to take on Saturday mornings (which usually involved them cycling out to a secluded spot and messing around with each other), Gavin had confessed to Mark how much he was attracted to his older brother, Topher. Mark understood those feelings well - Topher was built like the proverbial Shithouse. He was in the Marine Corps and had the body and attitude to go along with that title. Powerful thighs, a well-defined chest blanketed in fur, and a perpetual glint in his blue eyes - even when angry (which was rare). Mark had fantasized about Topher for years and had, on occasion, "borrowed" a pair of his underwear or thick wool socks while visiting and wore them out while beating off into them vigorously and repeatedly. Gavin didn't have a clue about Mark's fascination with Topher - so Gavin's own confession got Mark working on making that dream a reality.
The skinsuit hadn’t been the problem - he’d been able to order it weeks ago using the money he’d gotten from his parents for birthdays and holidays over the last few years. Of course, what took some time was carefully designing and matching it to Topher’s dimensions. Mark had been surreptitiously taking photos of Topher over the last few years – when he was home from college, or while he was on occasional leave – and every mole, scar, and whisker on his well-trimmed beard that appeared in those photos had been reproduced in detail in the skinsuit. While he hadn’t tried it on yet (that was a thrill to definitely be savored), Mark knew that it would be capable of fooling Gavin - and making his dirtiest of fantasies come true.
Unfortunately, the most difficult part of Gavin’s fantasy was a particular pair of red Lycra shorts that his brother had been fond of wearing around the house. They showcased both his ass and his hefty package – Topher called them his “secret weapon” when it came to sleeping with any woman he dated. He’d flaunted his body encased in them many times while the other two boys were hanging around the house (Mark even had secret photos!) and Gavin had even confessed to wanting to steal them to wear on occasion. So, they were a key to this whole escapade. Mark had tried to find a similar pair on the internet and E-bay, but had had no luck. So, finding a time to rummage through Topher’s belongings – and praying that he hadn’t taken those red shorts with him to the Corps – had been the hardest part of the plan. Luckily, he found them – stuffed into an old gym bag at the bottom of Topher’s closet – still carrying that sweat-drenched aroma that made Mark’s knees weak. They were just starting to fray around the waistband and the seams, but they were unmistakably Topher’s prized shorts.
After the lasagna had been devoured and the dishes cleared, Mark had done his best to appear nonchalant while chatting with the Richardson’s about his and Gavin’s plans for the night. Gavin kept cracking jokes and both boys agreed that “camping out” in the basement wasn’t quite the same as roughing it in a tent (as they had planned before the weather had taken a turn for the worse), but that they’d do their best to keep the noise to a minimum and would probably play videogames until the wee hours. Mrs. Richardson murmured something motherly about “not too late”, while Gavin’s dad just chuckled “they’re both seniors, honey – they’ll recover.”
When Gavin’s younger sisters and parents retired for the night, the boys made their way to the basement, turning the volume on the game console to “loud enough to cover any extraneous noises” but not “too loud to bring a parent downstairs.” The young men were splayed out on two separate white, modular couches, with the ruse of playing games lasting about ten minutes, just to make sure, before Gavin jumped on Mark and began thrusting his tongue into his best buddy’s mouth.
“Wait. Wait! Stop! This is cool, but I’ve got a little surprise for you!” Mark pushed Gavin off the couch and sat up.
“C’mon, man… I’ve been hard all night. I don’t need any surprises!”
“Yeah, but this one you’ll like. Trust me.”
“Is it a present – and is it for both of us?” Gavin asked with a dirty twinkle in his voice. “Did you snag Russ Penning’s jockstrap again? Or Coach McCormick’s whistle?”
“Better. But I need some prep time. Take this bag and head upstairs to the bathroom. Get dressed in what’s in there, wait 20 minutes and then come back down. No peeking or coming down early – you’ll ruin the whole thing.”
Gavin pulled a face as her took the shopping bag that Mark had pulled out from behind the sofa. “20 minutes? What in the heck scenario are we fucking thru tonight?”
“It’ll be worth it – wait and see. Now, go upstairs and get into your ‘costume’, while I get into mine.”
When Mark heard the bathroom door close at the top of the stairs, he swiftly pulled out the backpack from its hiding place. After extracting the skinsuit and giving it a good shake (giggling at the sight of Topher’s flaccid penis waving in the wind), Mark started stripping out of his t-shirt and jeans. Off with his socks, off with his jockeys, and off with his watch and bracelet. Stretching the mouth of the skinsuit wide and inserting his feet into Topher’s “throat”, he felt the mustache and beard tickle the backs of his calves. Gathering up the long distance of suit and getting his legs deeper into it, he could see Topher’s large, meaty toes coming to life as his own size 8 feet found their homes within them. Sitting down on the sofa, he kept wriggling his small frame into the suit, feeling the cool, dry interior slowly envelope his legs and thighs. By this time, his own dick was perpendicular – which made pulling Topher’s sizeable cock and balls over his own a little easier. Some more shimmying and the suit’s six pack abs were covering his own soft belly. Standing – and realizing he was already a good foot taller than he had been before – Mark slid both of Topher’s well-muscled arms over his own – feeling them surge with a tingle of power as he flexed and wiggled his fingers. With his neck and head still floating above Topher’s distended face, Mark suddenly wished he would have recorded this transformation with his phone!
“Ah, well – there’ll be other opportunities, I’m sure!” He gave a cockeyed grin and began working Topher’s face up from behind his head – pulling and kneading everything – ears, temples, nose, neck muscles – into place before letting the lips relax back into their natural position on his face. With a scratch at his beard (“Wow? How sexy is this!”), Mark retrieved a set of false teeth from the backpack and gently inserted them over his own. Yes, he now even had Topher’s manly underbite that gave his jaw that granite look. If he’d had a mirror, Mark would have been delighted to see that Topher shared his cockeyed grin – and it looked devilishly good on his face.
With great enthusiasm, he pulled out the infamous red lycra shorts and held them to his face – inhaling as deeply as he could, which only made his obscenely extended cock and balls bounce more furiously. Stepping into them and sliding them up his thick thighs, it was all Mark could do to get his equipment into the shorts and to keep them covered. He tried to tuck them a little, but the hot and throbbing monster refused to be restrained. “Just hope I can keep from shooting until the time is right…” he muttered to himself. “Having a monster like this at my command is gonna be wild…”
He could hear the bathroom door open and Gavin call softly downstairs. “You ready for me?”
“Well, ah…” his voice cracked as he pitched it lower to approximate Topher’s own “Hell yeah, bro. Come down here where I can see you.”
“I’m not sure why I’m wearing this get-up. Where did you find these? I don’t think I’ve worn these pajamas since I was in Middle School… and I’m surprised they still….” Gavin’s voice trailed away as he stepped into the basement and stopped short.
There, laying on the Richardson’s basement couch, was his big brother Topher – calmly thumbing through a magazine – while wearing those drool-worthy red lycra shorts. Totally aware of Gavin’s gaze, Topher scratched at his balls, readjusted his obvious erection, and pretended not to notice the effect he was having on his baby brother.
“Hey, little dude. Cute jammies. You having a sleep-over or something?”
“Uh…Mark? Is that you?”
“Mark? Isn’t that the name of your dweeby friend who’s always taking pictures of me, thinkin’ I don’t notice him doing it?” Mark tossed the magazine away, stretched and put his arms behind his head, revealing his hairy chest and erect nipples in all their glory.
“Uh, yeah…. But, how----?”
“Don’t over think it, Gavin, ol’ buddy. As your big brother, I say get your butt over here and give me a little love. And, if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you wear my favorite shorts --- while I’m fucking your ass.”
“Yes, sir! But don’t take ‘em off yet…..Let me do that. Please…”
‘Topher’ chuckled and turned over, revealing his firm ass rounding out the rear of the shorts and giving it a firm hearty slap with his sizeable hand. “I appreciate the Sir. Remember that – it’ll be our safe word. And, just to let you know, my spare marine dress blues are hanging in my closet upstairs. Shiney shoes, white gloves and everything. But we’ll get to that at some other time. For now, bring that tentpole of yours within reach and your big brother is gonna make a man out of you.”
Gavin grinned and his knees began to buckle. “Good to have you home again, ‘Topher.”