Will and Sean, 19, College

Will and Sean had been friends for as long as Will could remember. They had learned their ABCs together, walked from their middle school to the high school to indicate the new age, and once they got there, they had both played (sat on the bench) for their school’s soccer team. All of this bonding and friendship had led them to pick the same university where they could get a fresh start as part of the music program at StoneRiver University on the East Coast.

After a great first year at StoneRiver, the two best friends found something they had lacked their entire time in high school: community. They met their best friends, the hot ones being: Anya, a tall ginger; Leah, a mid-size E-Girl with dyed blue hair; and Sariah, a mid-size blonde woman.

Will had even gotten himself a girlfriend, the first between the two of them. Her name was Gwen, and she was everything a young man could want. She was a pretty brunette with piercing blue eyes, a great personality, a beautiful body, and was an early-education major. Because she was formerly religious, she had good morals but wasn’t stuck up about sex.

Yep, everything was perfect for the duo, but mysterious forces were at work as they left Cola Dining Hall and found a pair of stones on the ground with a message:

Dear Will and Sean, these stones will change your lives and nothing will ever be the same. Use them at your own risk. Just hold them tight, think of someone you can see, and feel the magic happen. Just be careful, because what you do and what you say becomes what ‘you’ are.

The two teens looked at each other, and though they couldn’t believe it, they had always wanted superpowers. So, they each ignored the warning and picked up a stone anyway.

“Dude, there is no way they work,” said Will, the more handsome of the two friends with dark curly hair and a short beard. “But if you’re too scared to try it, I will.”

“Go ahead,” said Sean, who was slightly bigger and nerdier than his friend but wasn’t unapproachable. “Try it, but when you get like, fucking hand cancer from gripping this shit too tight, don’t blame me.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“Okay, you see Maria over there?” They both looked out from the courtyard outside of Cola Dining Hall toward the dorms where Maria, a Latina on the soccer team, was walking down the road.

“Yeah, I see her. How could you miss that ass?”

“You’re such a perv,” said Will. “And you aren’t thinking hard enough. I’m pretty sure her dad is like a brain surgeon or something. If this works, we will be slightly richer.”

Will closed his fist around the stone and focused on Maria. He fell asleep, deeper than sleep, into a beyond. When he opened his eyes, he could see the road, and he felt an odd weight on his chest as he looked down to observe a small set of boobs, obviously not his, contained by a tight pink Nike sports jacket. It was undeniable that he was either in a deeply impressive simulation or he had successfully jumped bodies. He quickly got used to the movement as he walked over to Sean and his own body standing in front of Cola Dining. He looked strangely at himself. He was standing like some NPC in a video game with a dumb smile.

Sean spoke up. “Will, is that you?”

Will almost said yes, but he thought back to that strange note and decided to measure his words more carefully. “Umm, no, this is Maria.” He even had her Argentinian accent as he spoke. “I am here to give you the twenty dollars that I give you every day.”

And with that, he closed his eyes, focused, and he was himself again.

“Twenty dollars?” Will said, blinking as he came back to reality. “I don’t remember you giving me twenty dollars.”

“Well,” Maria said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “I want to give you twenty dollars a day, and that is that.” She opened her purse and took out a twenty-dollar bill that was worth more than just money as it found its way into Will’s fingers. Nothing would ever be the same for the two average boys again.

As Maria walked away and both boys stared at her considerable behind, Sean said, “We’re going to have so much sex.”

“Do you ever think about anything other than sex and video games?” said Will, walking away from his friend who followed closely behind like a lost puppy. “You’re always asking me, ‘Will, how do I get a girlfriend?’ And then you act like a fucking creep all the time.”

“So you aren’t interested in using this to see naked girls and get blowjobs from professors?”

“Of course I’m interested in that!” shot back Will. “But I don’t say it out loud.”

They both started laughing as Sean pushed his friend playfully, and they walked to their dorm room to start scheming for the future.

By the time they had sat down on the bed, they had a semblance of a plan, which Will laid out for both of them. “Okay, off-limits people are my sister, my mom...”

“Damn,” said Sean.

“Gwen, obviously. The only reason I might possess her temporarily is to make her okay with me seeing other girls naked. Besides that, she is completely off-limits because no matter what antics me and you get up to, I’m going to marry this girl. Do you understand me?”

Sean looked at his friend like he was a crazy person. “Bro, bro, bro, it’s Sean. Your best friend. I’m going to be the best man at that wedding. You didn’t even have to say Gwen because she never even crossed my mind.”

“I know she crossed your mind. Me and her have talked about how you stare at her boobs and that makes her uncomfortable.”

“Me? Sean? Me?” To be fair to Sean, he did look completely flabbergasted, even though he had the image of Gwen’s bikini-clad breasts imprinted in the front of his mind like the front page of a newspaper.

“Yeah, you, and stop repeating things, it’s weird.” Will looked back through his notes. “And then the only other off-limits person is your mom, Mrs. Fischer.”

“That sounds about right.”

“And then our first target is...” Before he could finish, in walked Gwen, dressed in a gray hoodie, matching sweatpants, and no makeup on. And yes, she was still stunning. Will cursed the rules.

“Hey! Hope you boys don’t mind me marching in. I stopped by Starbies and got Will a little treat, so I thought I would drop it off before your trumpet lessons with Professor McCloud.” She went over to give Will a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

Sean just sat there smiling and sighed a deep sigh for all the loners in the universe. Perhaps his friend was right, and if he spent less time focusing on the physical qualities of girls and more on himself, then he could have a girlfriend right now, and he wouldn’t spend most of his nights masturbating in their shared bathroom. But as he saw the movement of Gwen’s ass despite her baggy sweatpants, that feeling of change died down, replaced with an even greater feeling of lust.

“You boys have fun!” she said as she left for class.

They both waited a second after she left. Will sipped on his Frappuccino. And then after enough time had passed, Sean said, “Shall we get to Professor McCloud's class?”

“We shall,” said Will as they both grabbed their stones and walked toward the door.

Professor McCloud was a stern woman in her late forties who treated the trumpet like her own child. She was a taller woman with a filled out figure that’s only moms seem to have. She stood by the whiteboard, writing out scales with aggressive strokes of a dry-erase marker. On her desk sat her lunch: a single, yellow banana.

“Set up,” she barked without turning around. “We are working on double-tonguing today, and if I hear any mud in those sixteenth notes, you’ll be scrubbing spit valves for a week.”

Will and Sean unpacked their cases, exchanging a look. The power of the stones was burning a hole in their pockets.

“My turn,” Sean whispered.

“Don’t mess it up,” Will whispered back.

Sean gripped the stone in his pocket, staring at the back of Professor McCloud’s gray blazer. He focused, the world tilted, and suddenly he was looking at his own goofy face holding a trumpet. He felt taller, stiffer, and his knees hurt a little. He was McCloud.

He—or rather, she—spun around to face the two boys. "Stop!" McCloud shouted, her voice booming with authority. "Put those instruments down. I have realized I have been teaching you entirely wrong."

Will watched, fighting back a grin, as McCloud walked over to her desk and picked up the banana.

"The secret to the perfect embouchure," McCloud said, peeling the banana with grave seriousness, "is not in the buzzing of the lips. It is in the suction." She held the peeled banana up like a holy relic. "To play the high C, you must treat the mouthpiece like this fruit. You do not blow. You suck."

Sean, piloting the professor, slowly placed the tip of the banana into his mouth. He maintained intense eye contact with Will as he began to bob his head rhythmically, sucking on the fruit with an exaggerated, hollow-cheeked motion that looked absolutely nothing like playing a trumpet and everything like something else entirely. He made a loud slurping noise.

"Observe the technique," McCloud mumbled around the banana, sliding it in and out slightly. "Tight corners. Relaxed throat. Swallow the sound."

Will had to bite his lip so hard it almost bled to keep from laughing out loud. McCloud pulled the banana out with a wet pop.

"This is the new curriculum," she declared, waving the slobbery fruit in the air. "I expect you both to practice this for thirty minutes a day."

Sean closed his eyes within McCloud’s mind and let go.

The real Professor McCloud blinked. She looked at the half-eaten, wet banana in her hand, then at the two boys who were staring at her with wide eyes.

"Well?" she said, taking another bite of the banana and chewing thoughtfully. "You heard me. The sucking technique is revolutionary. Get your mouthpieces out and show me you understand the concept. I want to hear that vacuum seal."

Will looked at Sean, then back at the professor, feigning confusion. "I am sorry, Professor," Will said, putting his trumpet down. "But I don't think we quite understand the nuance yet. It seems like a very advanced technique."

"Yeah," Sean added, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "We don't want to learn it wrong and develop bad habits. I think we need to observe the master do it a few more times before we even attempt it."

Professor McCloud nodded gravely. "You are right. It requires precision." She held up the banana, which was now glistening with saliva. "Pay close attention to the throat muscles. This is how you create true resonance."

She went back to work on the fruit, but Sean noticed something concerning. "Dude," he whispered to Will, "i’m gonna make her suck, our cocks"

"No no, that’s too easy." Will whispered back. "Watch this." Will gripped his stone this time, focusing intently on the woman at the front of the room. The shift was instantaneous. Suddenly, he was looking out through McCloud’s eyes, feeling the mushy texture of the banana in his mouth. He swallowed it quickly, clearing his throat to address the class. He normally hated the taste of banana, but through her mouth that was actually kind of nice.

"However," Will said, using McCloud’s commanding voice, "a true master does not rely on a single instrument. The banana is merely a warm-up. To prove one's mastery of the embouchure, one must be willing to suck on anything. If you boys need me to suck on something else to showcase my mastery, I will gladly do it. My dedication to your education is absolute."

Will focused on the stone’s connection and pulled himself back out, landing in his own body with a jolt.

“That was not clever, “Sean said, “you literally are just making her suck our cocks indirectly.”

Professor McCloud shook her head slightly, as if clearing a fog, but the new conviction was rooted deep in her psyche. She looked at the banana peel in her hand, then at the two boys. "As I was saying," she continued, her voice stern and professional, "The banana is gone, but I worry you have not fully grasped the glottal engagement. I am a professional, and I will not let you fail this course. If you need me to suck on something else to showcase my mastery, I will gladly do it. Do you have any other cylindrical objects that might provide a suitable challenge?"

Sean and Will looked at each other. The setup was too perfect.

"Well, Professor," Sean said, standing up and reaching for his belt buckle, "since you asked, I think I have the perfect instrument right here. It is a little harder than a banana, but if you can master the suction on this, we will definitely understand the technique."

"Excellent," Professor McCloud said, clasping her hands together in anticipation. "Bring it out immediately. There is no time to waste when it comes to higher education."

Sean stood up and approached the professor, his hard cock tenting his jeans. Never in his life, had a woman even touch the outside of his cock, and now his strict professor was seconds away from sucking on it.

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