Good Johnson, Part 2

By Cockatrice
published April 28, 2020
7232 words
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Summary

The situation seems stable for now, but John’s desire for independence is testing Colton’s willingness to compromise.

“So… How’s the filet?” Dexter watched John fumble with the fork and knife.

After the movie the two went to a nearby restaurant. Dexter was distracted most of the time by John’s black eye, which he told Dexter was from a bar fight, but didn’t want to go into details. Now however that they had their food, Dexter watched John struggle with the silverware in his hand to the point where he almost forgot to eat his own meal.

John looked up in surprise, clearly broken out of his concentration. “Oh, it’s good, I like it.”

Dexter watched John hold the fork like a four year old would. Did John usually eat only finger food at home? Colton didn’t seem like the kind of person to come from such a background.

“Do you go out to eat often?” Dexter wanted to know.

“Not, not really.” John tried cutting the meat. “I always eat at home.”

Before Dexter could continue, John started to fumble at his pockets, pulling out a buzzing phone.

“Sorry.” John apologized to Dexter before answering the call. “Yeah?… Okay.”

John hang up and turned to Dexter. “Excuse me, I just need to…” He pointed to the restrooms behind him.

Dexter nodded and watched John disappear.

What a weird guy. Dexter thought to himself.


“Well, I hope you had as much fun as me.” Dexter said as the two arrived at John’s front door.

“Oh, I did!” John beamed. “It was a great date. Any ideas for the next one?”

Dexter thought for a moment. “We could go to my place if you want. And watch a movie?”

“That sounds good to me.” John smiled. “When?”

“Mmh, I don’t know yet. One of our receptionists is sick, so I need to cover for her this week. I should know on Thursday. I’ll come over once I know.”

“Is it okay, if I come over?” John offered. “I’m just sitting at home all day anyway and I don’t want you to miss your break.”

“Sure, if you want. That would be helpful.”

“Well then.” John was unsure what to say or how to continue. “Talk to you later this week?”

“Yeah.” Dexter went in for a hug. “Have a good night.”

“You too.”


“Just a hug?” Colton turned around on the couch as John entered through the door. “Not even a kiss?”

John shrugged his shoulders. “He’s a cute guy. And we’re not in a rush.”

As John approached the couch, Colton turned off the TV.

“How was the movie?” Colton asked as John sat down.

“Interesting.” John thought for a moment. “It was so unlike any of the other movies you watch.”

Colton was confused. “Like what?”

“Like those on your computer.”

“Oh.” Colton scratched the back of his head. “Yeah.”

“It was so weird. There were no naked people and everyone acted normally.”

“The latter is debatable, but yes.” Colton decided to change topics. “How was dinner?”

“Good.” Came John’s curt reply.

“You think he noticed?”

John looked to the side. “Definitely. He probably thinks I’m an idiot now.”

“Did you two decide to meet again?”

“Yeah.”

“Then he doesn’t think you’re an idiot.” Colton thought for a moment. “Or he thinks you’re an idiot but still worth it.”

“Wow, thanks.” There was a short pause, before John continued. “Is someone coming over?”

“Nope. I was hoping you two would do something today.” Colton explained. “Now I’m all pent up.”

“Well, any backup plans?”

“Guess it’ll be a good old jerk off today.” Colton said. “But you probably don’t fit my fleshlight anymore.”

“Probably.”

There was a short silence as Colton put a hand on John’s chest and started massaging as he moved his face closer.

“I was always curious about sucking myself off. Guess this is the closest I’ll ever get.” Colton murmured. “Do I need to ask for permission from my own dick?”

“That would be preferable, yes.” John’s breath started to get heavy. “But it’s okay, go ahead.”

Colton leaned in for a kiss, exploring John’s lips and mouth, which to Colton felt like his own cockhead. His hands started roaming John’s upper body, snaking under his shirt.

John meanwhile reciprocated, but not in a directed manner like Colton. John did not feel any erogenous zones on his owner after all, he was simply holding onto Colton’s body with his hands as Colton began jerking them both off by massaging John’s body.

“Fuck.” Colton exhaled between breaths. “Your spit tastes like precum.”

Colton felt John’s breath deepen and quicken with his own. Being part of one orgasm they were in perfect sync. Eventually both men felt the pressure rising and making its way through Colton’s dick and John’s body.

Anticipating what would happen next, Colton pressed his lips against John’s. A second later hot cum shot out of John’s throat directly into Colton’s mouth and was quickly swallowed.

Colton disengaged from John, still breathing heavily, and collapsed on his end of the couch. “Drinking that pineapple juice all day was worth it after all.”

“Didn’t you say you hoped we’d do something today?”

“What can I say?” Colton looked at John. “I lied. Of course Dexter wouldn’t do anything on the second date. I’d be surprised if you do something on the third.” He sat there for a few more moments, before sitting up and putting a hand on John’s knee. “Come, let’s get showered and off to bed.”


Dexter was checking the schedule, when he heard someone behind him leafing through the maintenance records.

“Peter?” Dexter asked.

The answer came in the form of an affirmative “Mmh mmh.”

“Do you…” Dexter started, but wasn’t entirely sure how to word it. “Do you know any adult who doesn’t eat with silverware?”

The browsing noise stopped. “Why would someone not want to eat with silverware?”

“Because they may have never learned it?” Dexter shrugged. “At least not properly.”

Peter appeared next to him at the counter, clearly flummoxed. “I know there’s stories about children who don’t get taught how to use silverware, but…” He trailed off. “Why do you- Wait.” He lowered his voice. “Is this about John?”

Dexter couldn’t get himself to answer.

“John doesn’t know how to eat with silverware?” He whispered incredulously.

“He does.” Dexter shifted from one feet to the other. “He’s just not very good at it.”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up. “But… he’s a grown man!… And Colton…”

“I know…”

“How?!”

Dexter let out a sigh. “I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t have started this.”

“Man, their family situation must be-” Peter turned to someone coming in through the door. “Hello!”

Dexter turned around to see John approaching the counter, a wide smile on his face. “Hello.”

“Hey. Nice to see you.” Dexter replied.

“What happened to you?” Peter asked.

“Oh that.” John motioned around his black eye. “It’s nothing. Got into a fight.”

“Did you win?” Peter joked.

“Uh…” John looked to the side and let out a nervous laugh. “I guess not.”

“Well.” Peter’s eyes flitted from John to Dexter. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to do stuff.”

“So.” John began once Peter had disappeared in the distance. “Do you have a time yet?”

Dexter was looking down on the scheduling book. “Yeah, uhm, tomorrow will be a long day again, so if you want we can meet on Saturday.”

“Great! When on Saturday?”

“Let’s say 4 pm?”

“Sounds good.” John looked into the gym as if noticing something, before returning his attention to Dexter. “Any plans what we’ll do?”

“I mean, we could watch a movie.” Dexter shrugged. “Or we can just decide on something spontaneous.”

“I’d be fine with anything.” John smiled and looked to the side and back at Dexter. “So, Saturday at 4?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, uh…” John turned his attention back to the gym, clearly distracted by something.

Dexter followed his gaze. “Is anything wrong?”

“Uhm, that guy over there.” John pointed towards someone training at one of the machines. “Does he have a personal trainer?”

“No, he just started, like, two days ago.”

John furrowed his brow. “His posture is wrong. He could injure itself.”

“I’m sure Colton will point it out if there’s a problem.” Dexter assured John. “Our trainers often go around and help when they have no appointments at the time.”

“Ok.” John brought out, still visibly concerned.

“Oh, see.” Dexter pointed into the gym. “There’s Colton already.”

The two watched Colton approach the man on the machine, stopping him and correcting his posture as he was talking.

Dexter turned to John. “Where did you learn that?”

“Oh, I uh…” John hesitated. “I picked up some tricks from Colton I guess.”

Dexter thought for a moment. “You ever considered becoming a personal trainer? You seem to know your stuff.”

John looked as if he was presented with new, baffling information. “I haven’t, no, but… Do you think I could do that?”

Dexter let out a warm laugh. “Why couldn’t you? You just need to visit a course and get a certificate.”

John still seemed unsure.

“There may be more to it.” Dexter continued. “Maybe you could ask Colton.”

John pondered for a moment before looking up. “I’ll think about it. So, Saturday at 4 pm?”

“Yes.” Dexter smiled back.

“Great, see you then.”

“Bye.”


“What’re you doing?” Colton walked past John sitting at the computer.

“Uhm…” John was unsure how to reply.

Colton leaned in closer to read the words on the screen. “‘Personal training certification’? What are you looking for?”

“I thought about, maybe, doing a course for a personal fitness trainer certificate.”

Colton looked at John.

“To get a job, y’know.” John quickly added.

Colton straightened back up. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” John frowned.

Colton gesticulated with one hand. “…How do you expect this to work? You don’t have an ID. You can’t sign up for it.”

“Can’t I get one?”

“No. There’s no way. You don’t have any papers to your person. You don’t even have a birth certificate.” Colton crossed his arms. “As far as the state is concerned you don’t exist.”

John thought for a moment. “What if I used yours?”

“Uh, apart from the fact that I don’t have a spare, that’s pretty dangerous. What if someone finds out?” Colton moved over to the couch. “It’s already risky enough you’re dating Dexter. What are you gonna tell him once it’s getting serious?”

There was no answer from John.

Colton turned around. “You can’t keep the fact you’re a dick from him forever.”

There was a short silence, before Colton continued. “Do you now understand why this doesn’t really work? This whole ‘becoming your own person’ thing?”

“Are you just saying this to make me reattach?”

Colton let out a sigh. “No. It’s just this complicated. But yes, it would be better if you’d just reattach.”


“Dexter, I need to talk to you.” Colton said as he approached the reception.

Dexter readied himself. “Okay.”

Colton moved past the reception and looked at Dexter. “In private.”

Dexter followed Colton into a small side room they used as storage and closed the door behind him.

Without waiting further, Colton bgan. “Did you talk with my brother about getting a job?”

“Uh, yeah.” Dexter was confused. “John said he picked up some hints from you and I suggested he looked into getting a certificate and become a fitness trainer himself.”

“Yes, that’s uh, very good of you.” Colton was visibly trying to gather his thoughts. “But he can’t get a job. It’s complicated and I can’t get into details unfortunately, just, he’s literally unable to work, which is why he’s currently with me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was a problem. I just thought that he-”

“Yes, I’m not blaming you. I’m just…” Dexter pinched his nose. “I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Just try not to give him any sort of ideas like this.”

Dexter got suspicious. “Is it for health reasons?”

“No, not really.”

“But he seems capable otherwise. John’s smart and-”

“Dexter.” Colton looked at Dexter with folded arms. “I can’t go into details. It’d just make everyone’s life, his and mine, easier without all this.”

Dexter looked down, his mind trying to make sense of any of this. “Ok…”

“Thanks.” Colton walked past Dexter, patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

Well, that was ominous. Dexter thought to himself.


Dexter was lying on the couch, staring at the screen of his phone. He hesitated for several moments before tapping the call button and put the phone to his ear, waiting for the other person to respond.

“Hey mom.” He finally said. “Yeah, it’s me. Nah, I’m doing fine, don’t worry. Someone got sick at work so I had to cover for her, but things are pretty good otherwise.

“Mom, please, of course I do. I work at a gym remember.

“Yeah, I know, but you really don’t need to worry.

“Actually, yeah. In fact that’s why I’m calling you.

“No no, not yet. We’ve had like two dates so far.

“I mean, I like him, so let’s say hopefully?

“Yeah, well you see, the thing is… I don’t know how to put this, but… He seems to be a bit isolated? If that makes sense. Like, he doesn’t get out and his brother seems to keep him inside and it’s all weird. And I don’t know what I should do.

“Yeah right, sorry. Ok so, he’s acted a little bit weird from the start. Nothing big, he just felt a little bit uncomfortable around people, seemed to pause whenever I asked him a question about hobbies and that sort of stuff, y’know.

“On our last date we went to eat something and, I mean it sounds stupid to put it like that, but it really looked like he had problem eating with silverware. Like, you know how a small child would hold a fork? Basically like that. So I felt like, maybe I should get him out more.

“Yesterday we talked again shortly and apparently he knows a bit about fitness training from his brother. So I suggested he’d attend a course and get a certificate so he could get his own job. Get him to care for himself you know. He’s smart and doesn’t appear to not be able to care for himself. It just feels to me like he never had the ability to, as if he was being actively kept away from it all.

“So yesterday his brother approached me at work and he told me not to ‘put ideas in his head’ and I was like really weirded out. He said it’s too complicated to get into and all that stuff, but honestly it sounds to me like his brother is controlling him, you know? Maybe he has some guardian complex? Is that a thing?”

Dexter sighed. “Bottom line is, I don’t know what the right course of action is here. I really don’t want to meddle and honestly I feel like crap even thinking his brother might be abusive, but what else am I supposed to think here? Part of me tells me to stay out of it. After all I literally don’t know anything about their lives. But the other part says that there’s nothing wrong with him, that he is perfectly capable to caring for himself if given the chance.”

There was a short silence.

“Mom?

“I mean, it’s been two dates, so who knows, but… I’mma be honest with you. I know it sounds kitschy, but he’s kind and smart and handsome and just all the positive things you can think of a guy. And I really mean it. I’ve never met a guy like him. He’s just perfect, so if it was up to me, probably yeah.

“Mmh, my ‘heart’ tells me to try to get him to step out of his brother’s shadow, but this isn’t about me, is it? It should be about him.

“Huh, yeah, you’re right.

“To think I’d ever hear you telling me to talk to someone else instead.” Dexter let out a short laugh.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!

“But yeah, you’re right. This is something I should talk to him about, not with someone else.

“I guess this is the answer I needed. Thanks, mom.

“Yeah, of course.

“Mom…

“Alright. And hug dad from me!

“Bye!”


“Dinner’s ready.” Dexter called over to the couch as he was filling their plates.

John had asked him about helping in the kitchen, but Dexter wasn’t entirely sure how much help John would be, so he declined. There’d be time to figure that out at a later date.

He watched John approach the kitchen island as he put down the plates and took a seat. “I hope you like pasta.”

John sat down opposite of Dexter and investigated his plate. “I’ve never had it.” He looked up and smiled. “But it smells delicious.”

“You never had pasta?”

“Uh, I mean, uhm.” John felt caught. “Not often. We, uh, usually eat other things.”

“Oh, like what?” Dexter tried to sound casual.

John thought back to the time Colton offered him a piece of pizza. “Mmh, pizza?”

Dexter decided to ignore the fact that John phrased his answer like a question again and decided to drop the subject. He didn’t want to make John uncomfortable.

After John took his first bite, Dexter looked at John. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“It’s great. I love it!” He replied.

“Thanks.”

“Do you enjoy cooking?”

Dexter couldn’t help but laugh. “Not really. I’m actually kinda lazy when it comes to cooking. Pasta is about the only thing I can do well, because it’s so easy to make.”

“Do you think you could show me some time?”

“I guess.” Dexter thought for a moment. “Does Colton not cook at home?”

“He does, but-” John trailed off.

“You’re not that close huh?”

John laid down his hand holding the fork on the table. “I’m not sure.”

There was a short silence, before Dexter continued. “Please stop me when I am asking things that make you uncomfortable or aren’t my business, but why do you stay at home so much? You seem like someone who wants to go out and see the world, but something is stopping you.”

John thought for a moment. “It’s complicated.”

“Is that what your brother says?”

John’s eyes shot up. “He tells me so, yes.”

“And do you think so too?”

There was no answer from John.

“I’m not sure, but” Dexter continued. “I wonder if you wouldn’t be better off moving out, you know. You’re clearly smart enough to make it by yourself.”

John looked down at his plate, the gears in his head turning.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to drive a wedge between you two.” Dexter clarified. “But from what I hear, which isn’t much, granted, it sounds like the current situation may not be the best for you.”

“It’s not just about me, but also about Colton.”

“Of course. Family is family.” Dexter conceded. “But if your brother doesn’t want you to grow as your own person, well…”

“I can’t leave Colton though. I think he’s more dependent on me then I am on him. That’s why I haven’t left yet.”

Dexter’s eyebrows shot up. This seemed to go deeper than he thought. Maybe it was an emotionally abusive relationship after all. Nevertheless, he decided to drop it, for now at least. “I apologize.”

“No, I appreciate it, I really do.” John clarified. “It’s not like some of those thoughts hadn’t crossed my mind earlier, but…”

He looked up and forced a smile. “…It’s complicated.”

While they continued to eat, they changed topics to other, more casual themes.

After they were done eating, John and Dexter moved back to the couch to watch a movie. While watching, they started to embrace each other, enjoying the comfort of each other’s closeness.

“So, we keeping it to cuddling level today?” Dexter purred with a smirk.

John was caught by surprise. “Do you want to do more?”

Dexter shrugged and smiled. “If you do.”

John wasn’t sure what to propose. All he knew was Colton’s sex dates. “If you want, I can, uh, give you a rimjob.”

Dexter froze in confusion. “Okay, cuddling it is for now.” Nevertheless he drew John closer.


“Good news.” Colton said from the couch, his attention focused on his phone. “Secured us a date. For later today.”

Colton had been busy all sunday trying to find a date. There was actually little shortage of guys wanting to get into a threesome with twins, but the additional conditions with the pants turned many of them off.

“Later today?” John asked over the movie he was watching.

“He’s here in three hours.”

John pulled up his legs and wrapped his arms around them. “Can we move it to another day? I’m not feeling it today.”

Colton looked up from his phone. “You’ve not been ‘feeling it’ for three days now.”

John looked down, not sure what to reply.

“I’m really fucking pent up.” Colton continued. “I’ve been very patient with you, but if you two can’t get it on, I need to find some release another way.”

“So it doesn’t matter what I want?” John asked.

“It does. Which is why I haven’t had a date for half a week.” Colton looked serious. “But you are still my dick.”

John drew his legs closer and lowered his head. “I never asked to be a dick.”

“And I never asked you to be my dick.” Colton countered.

John looked over to Colton, but he had already returned his attention to his phone.

“Three hours.” He reminded John.


“Hey there, come in!” Dexter invited John to his apartment.

After the last date, they decided to meet again the following week. John had suggested meeting at Dexter’s place again, to avoid potentially having to pay for outside food or entertainment, which he still had to borrow from Colton.

As John stepped forward he produced a small box of chocolates and presented it to Dexter. “I hope you like chocolates.”

“Who doesn’t?” Dexter took the box. “Thanks a lot.”

“So, do you want to watch a movie again?”

Dexter put the box on the kitchen counter and returned to the sofa area. “At this rate we might run out of movies to watch.” He laughed. “What about playing something?”

“Oh, that sounds interesting.”

Dexter invited John to sit while fetching the controllers. “Any preferences?”

“I haven’t really played much.” John had learned to not speak in absolutes anymore.

“Oh, what have you played?” Dexter sat down and started to browse his digital game collection.

John tried to think of the games Colton used to play when he was younger. “Uh, Uno?”

“Oh, I meant more like video games.”

“None.”

“Something easy then.” Dexter mused as he browsed his digital game collection. “How about HeartRacer?”

“Sure.”

Dexter confirmed and handed John a controller. “It’s a rhythmic racing game. Basically, all you need to do is steer and hit this button in rhythm with the beat.”

“How do I steer?”

“You just tilt the controller, like this.” Dexter moved his own controller like it was a steering wheel.

John looked Dexter in the eyes. “Okay.”

“You never played a video game before?”

John figured it wouldn’t be too weird to admit he never played one. Colton didn’t either. “No.”

“Alright, I’m giving myself a handicap then.”

“What’s that?”

“Just means I need to be more precise in hitting the beat.” Dexter explained. “Basically makes it harder for me to accelerate.” Dexter looked at John. “Alright, are you ready?”

“Sure.”

Dexter hit start and the game began. John had some issues finding the rhythm at the beginning, but got better very quickly at hitting the beat. Dexter had beat him to the finish line, but more narrowly than he had anticipated.

The second game played similarly, but John was much more consistent in matching the beat. He had almost won, if it weren’t for accidentally hitting an obstacle near the finish line.

“Wow, that was close.” Dexter exclaimed.

John smiled at Dexter. “You think so?”

“You almost won.” Dexter pointed at the screen. “Had you not hit those thrombocytes, you would have made it.”

“Mmh, maybe.”

“Are you having fun?”

“Yes.” John replied. “And I’m slowly getting used to the controls.”

They played another one and this time the distance between both was very close, thanks to Dexter’s handicap. John was right behind Dexter most of the second half but slowly started to overtake him near the end, speeding through the finish line first.

“You won!” Dexter cheered.

“Only because of your handicap.”

“That’s not true. You kept your cool when we were head to head and you played perfectly when it mattered the most. That’s pretty good.”

John looked at the screen, taking in Dexter’s words, before looking at Dexter again and smiling. “Wanna play another one?”

For a moment Dexter was trapped in John’s eyes. “Do we want to play video games all evening?”

“What else did you have in mind?” John said without taking his eyes from Dexter.

Dexter put his controller away. “I don’t know, but how about this?” He put one hand on John’s thigh and moved closer, slow enough to give John reaction time if he wasn’t ready.

John was a bit surprised, but not negatively. He had no intention to rush things, but being part of Colton, he felt his libido like a distant pressure. That, plus his attraction to Dexter made John give in and the two embraced each other.

As the two were kissing, John felt Colton get erect and pleasure pulse through his body. At the same time Dexter tasted John’s increasingly salty spit. He should have been confused, but he didn’t care a lot in the moment. John was not the best kisser. However, the taste made Dexter horny for some reason.

The two continued for a couple more minutes, before John suddenly moved back. “I’m sorry!”

“What’s wrong? Did I-”

“Nothing. It’s nothing you did.” John swallowed. “I just need to go to the toilet.”

John got up and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Dexter sat there, dumbfounded, wondering if he was too pushy. After a minute or so he heard the sound of John spitting out several times followed by a flush of the toilet.

Thinking John threw up, Dexter jumped to his feet and went to the bathroom door. “Is everything alright?!”

“Yeah!” John replied over a running faucet.

“Do you need something?!”

“No, I’m fine!”

Dexter went back to the couch and waited for John to return. After some moments, John opened the door and made his way to the couch. To Dexter’s surprise John didn’t look sick or pale. In fact, John’s face looked flushed.

“Was it anything I did?”

“No no, everything is fine.” John tried to explain.

“What was that?”

John recalled Colton’s words from an earlier date. “It’s a medical thing, totally harmless. My body produces too much spit and when I get excited, it comes out all at once.” He smiled at Dexter. “It’s called ribosomic arrest.”

Dexter thought for a second and smirked. “So, I got you excited at least?”

John blushed. “Yeah.”


“We need to talk.” Colton positioned himself in front of the TV.

Several days had passed without another date for either John or Colton. It was friday evening and John was passing the time watching TV as usual, until Colton stepped in the way that is.

“Uh, ok.” John grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “What is it?”

Colton sat down on the couch. “This isn’t working out. You need to reattach.”

John frowned. “Why?”

Colton gestured with his hands, trying to gather his words. “Everything has become complicated, my sex life has plummeted, you’re actually costing money.”

“I offered to get a job.”

“You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“We went over this.” Colton explained. “I can’t explain to anyone that you exist. What do you think happens if the police or whoever asks my parents?”

“Our parents.”

Colton rolled his eyes. “They don’t even know you exist.”

John furrowed his brow in anger. “Well, what will happen?”

Colton looked at John. “I actually don’t know. Maybe they’ll put us into a psych ward. Or they’ll run tests on us. Dicks detaching from their owners is not a thing that happens.”

“Are you just saying that to scare me?”

“No. I really don’t know what’ll happen and I’d rather not find out.”

“I’m not going to throw my life away.”

“But you’re willing to throw my life away?”

John raised his voice. “I’m not throwing your life away! You can still do what you want. What’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal?!” Colton echoed John. “What am I supposed to do without my dick? I can’t do anything!”

“It’s not my fault you’re basing your whole identity around me.”

“Really? What’s your identity?! When are you gonna tell Dexter that you’re a dick?”

John looked to the side. “I don’t know.”

“You can’t live a normal life, even if you told people. You will always be a freak. We will be freaks!”

John stood up and walked into the room, running his hand through his hair. “That’s still better than going back between your legs.”

Colton got up as well. “What’s the issue with that? You get to have all the pleasure in the world and not worry about work. It’s the perfect life.”

John turned around. “If it’s so perfect, why don’t you become my dick then?”

Colton ignored John’s question. “Look, I was very patient with you and gave you a chance to try out this arrangement.”

“Bullshit! You tried stopping me at every corner. I had to wrangle all the things from you!”

“Really?! Who taught you how to use a fucking fork? Who kept giving you money for those dates?!”

“You act like a decent human being once and expect me to give up everything?” John shouted back.

“Like a decent human being?” Colton mocked. “How do you even judge that? How many people do you know?!”

“Enough apparently!”

“Why are we even talking about this?! This is absurd. I shouldn’t have to ask you nicely to get back in my crotch!”

John threw his arms up to the side. “Why?!”

“Because you. Are. A dick!”

John froze, looking down at Colton despite both being the same height. “No, I’m a penis. You are a dick.” He turned around and stormed out of the flat.

Colton followed him up to the door, where he watched John stomping down the hall to the staircase. “Fine, leave! See where that fucking gets you! You’ll come back crawling to my crotch eventually.”

Once John had disappeared down the stairs, Colton noticed the old lady from the apartment diagonally opposite of his peeking through her apartment door.

Thinking her confused face relates to the fight, he tried to clarify. “It’s fine, we’re brothers.” The lady recoiled in shock, making Colton realize she was confused specifically about the crotch part.

He knew he couldn’t salvage this. “Ah, fuck!” He slammed the door.


Dexter was browsing on his phone when he heard the doorbell ring. It was too late for the postman, so it must have been one of his neighbors.

He got up from the couch and opened the door. On the other side was John, his face distorted into a grimace.

“Is everything alright?!” Dexter asked and stepped to the side to let John in. “What happened?”

“We had a fight.” John brought out through the lump in his throat.

“You and Colton?”

John could only nod.

Dexter shepherded John to the couch. “Did he throw you out?”

“No, I left.” He looked up at Dexter. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Dexter sat down. “It’s fine. Do you want to stay for the night?”

“Is that okay with you? I don’t want to be a burden.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Really, it’s fine.” Dexter looked into John’s eyes. “Wanna talk about it?”

John glanced down at his feet. “I’d like to but…”

“It’s complicated?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s ok.” Dexter rubbed John’s back, which made him perk up a little. “You don’t have to talk about it. But if you change your mind, I’m here to listen.”

There was no reply from John.

Dexter looked to his kitchen and back to John. “Would you like tea?”


“Is there anything I can help you with?” John jumped up from the couch.

The two had talked the last couple hours about effectively everything, except of course John’s family life. He still didn’t feel comfortable sharing the truth with Dexter and Dexter respected John’s feeling too much to probe.

Now it was time to go to bed and Dexter was carrying the bedclothes for John.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” He dropped the clothes on the couch. “Two pillows and a blanket. You think that’s enough?”

John smiled at Dexter. “That’s perfect.”

Dexter looked down at the couch. “Perfect is something else, but-”

He was interrupted by his doorbell ringing again. The two exchanged confused looks, before Dexter made his way to the door.

“Colton?!”

“Hey, sorry Dex.” Colton slurred his words, clearly drunk. “Is my brother here?”

“He-”

Dexter was cut off when John approached the door.

“Hey, hey man I’m sorry.” Colton tried to step forward, but was stopped by Dexter. “Huh, whu?”

Dexter looked back at John, who gave him a short nod.

After Dexter moved out of the way, Colton staggered into the room.

John had to steady his ‘twin’. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, man.” Colton began. “I thought about everything after our little disi- disagri- spat and I realized something.”

John was guiding Colton to the couch and sat down, followed by Dexter. “And what’s that?”

“You are amazing.” Colton put one of his hands on John, but John gently placed his hand elsewhere. “You’re like the brother I never had.”

“Colton how drunk are you?” John asked.

“A fucking lot, ok.” Colton slurred. “I went straight to the bar and asked the barkeeper to gimme everything he got! And now I’m here.”

John looked over to Dexter, who seemed just as lost as he was.

Colton shifted to a more serious tone. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“When you said.” Colton waved his hand in a swirl. “We could switch? Is it possible?”

“I’m fairly sure it is, yes.”

“How?” Colton narrowed his eyes. “You never did it, did you?”

“I just know it’s possible, can’t explain it.”

“Mmh. Let’s do it.”

“What?!”

“I don’t give a shit about any of this. Fuck work. Fuck bills. Fuck everything. Sex was the only thing I ever wanted. But you, you want all that romantic shit, want to live a life. Pah! If we switch, everyone wins.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“No.” Colton’s voice started to tremble. “I finally know what I want. And you deserve this, man. You’re a much better person than I am.” Tears began running down his cheeks. “Than I’ll ever be. I see it now, and I’m sorry.” He leaned his head against John’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

John froze for a few moments, before slowly wiggling out from under Colton and carefully laid him down on the couch. After mere seconds, Colton was asleep.

Dexter exchanged looks with John. “What was all that about?!” He whispered.

John took a deep breath.


“You’re his what?!” Dexter couldn’t believe it.

He and John were sitting on Dexter’s bed. With Colton having crashed on the couch, there was no other choice but for John to share the bed with Dexter for the night.

“Yeah.” John squirmed. He saw Dexter’s incredulous face. “You don’t believe me?”

“I mean…”

John stood up and undid his zipper, opening his pants enough to slide them down and reveal his bare crotch.

Dexter’s eyes were like saucers. “But… How?!”

“I detached a couple weeks ago.” John put on his pants and sat down. “I’m still his dick, but I can walk and talk and all that.”

“You’re still his dick? How does that work?”

“He still pees and ejaculates through me.”

“He- And you-” Dexter began to realize all the weird mannerisms about John were easily explainable if he was a body part of Colton turned human. “Holy fuck.”

John looked down at the ground, nervous about Dexter’s reaction.

“Wait so-” Dexter continued. “You throwing up last time was you cumming?”

“Colton cumming, yes.”

“Wait, wow.” Dexter had to process what he had just heard for a few seconds before turning towards John and smirking. “And I was afraid I had really bad breath.”

John couldn’t stifle a laugh.

“Well, this is all very absurd. I’m sure the full realization of it will hit me during the night.” He put a hand on John’s leg. “Let’s get ready for bed.”


John carefully entered Dexter’s living room. Colton was already sitting on the couch, fully awake.

“Good morning.” John said.

“Morning.”

John moved over and sat down next to Colton. “How do you feel?”

“A bit hungover.” Colton replied. “But not as much as I should be, considering all the stuff I’ve downed.”

“You remember what you said yesterday?”

“Of course.” Colton put a hand on his face. “God, I’m such a crybaby when I’m drunk.”

There was a short silence.

Colton turned to John. “I still mean it you know.”

“Why?”

“As I said, I mean it. Everything I said.” Colton thought for a second. “Minus the crying part. Let’s forget that.”

“But… Didn’t you say I don’t exist? How am I-”

“You’ll become me.” Colton interrupted him. “You know enough about my life to fake it, don’t worry. Let Dexter teach you all the stuff you don’t know. Oh, you may want to take some refresher courses for personal training and first aid. Don’t worry though, they’re paid for by the employer.”

“I don’t know…”

“Well, it’s that, or you go back to my crotch.”

“Mmh.” John thought for a moment. “And you’re really sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, when do you want to do it?”


“Alright, are you ready?” John asked Colton, but the latter was already fumbling at his pants.

“Don’t you want to sleep on it first?” Dexter asked.

“Already did.” Colton pulled down his pants to reveal his empty crotch.

Dexter was about to leave to give John and Colton some privacy, when Colton pulled over his shirt and called after Dexter. “Hey Dex, would you like making out while I change?”

“Uhm…” Dexter wasn’t sure what to reply.

“Come on, I’m not dumb.” Colton insisted. “I know you always had a crush on me. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

Dexter couldn’t help but blush. John looked at him with a warm smile and nodded, letting Dexter know it would be okay.

“Alright, if John doesn’t mind, I guess I’m game.” Dexter said as he crawled onto the bed.

By now both John and Colton had removed their clothes and Colton was standing on the bed on all fours.

“Ok, last warning.” John said. “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Colton confirmed.

John thrust his hips forward, causing his crotch to connect with Colton’s ass. A surge of electric pleasure jolted through their bodies and both men felt their internal anatomy quickly reforming to accommodate the role switch.

After Colton had recovered from the feeling, he winked at Dexter. “Come here.”

Dexter moved closer and after a second of hesitation began kissing Colton, eliciting a moan from John.

“Fuck this feels good.” John panted as he felt Dexter effectively blowing him.

After a while Dexter felt Colton become smaller and he opened his eyes to find Colton’s legs having formed into melon-sized ballsacks. The rest of Colton’s body was already shaft-like with veins running under his skin and pumping blood into him. His head was still largely human, but tilted slightly upwards and around his neck was a piece of loose skin.

As Colton shrank, Dexter saw his body become more and more cock-like. His head developed a mushroom shape and the arms disappeared completely. Colton’s head was now small enough to take into his mouth, but Dexter instead licked the shaft around the area that used to be his neck, causing both John and Colton to moan.

Eventually Colton’s moans disappeared as his facial features were reduced to a piss slit. Dexter could tell the transformation was almost complete and he took what used to be Colton’s body in one hand while he jerked himself off with the other.

As the process reached its end, John couldn’t keep it in anymore and steadied himself on Dexter’s shoulder. He bucked his hips as he came and shot his load onto the bed, for the first time in his life from his own dick.

John was panting heavily as he sat down. Dexter positioned himself beside him and put his arms around his shoulders.

Dexter nodded to John’s softening dick. “So is he…”

“He’s still in there… I can feel him.”

“Can you read his mind?”

“No.” John clarified. “But he’s happy.”

Dexter put his head against John’s.

“So,” Dexter began. “Want to take a shower, Colton?”


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