Don't Change - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Don't Change - Chapter 1

... chest an odd looking symbol is placed. The figure speaks, but only for a moment. “You are the one. I am sure of it. Your time will come, soon.” The figure says. But before Joshua can get out a response that consists of more than a single word, his dream abruptly ends, and vanishes, replaced by the darkness of the back of his eyelids, and the sound of his alarm blaring. His mind tells him that he was dreaming, and that his alarm is going off. His eyes slowly open. His vision, though blurry at first, adjusts to see him staring at his alarm clock, which reads seven a.m. He slams his hand against the top of the alarm a few times, until he is able to locate the silence button and turn it off. He slowly pulls the covers over his head and groans, not wanting to wake up. His attempt to go back to sleep is soon thwarted by his roommate barging into his room and forcing him back out of his tired state. “Joshua, Earth to Joshua! Time to get up! We have to get moving!” His roommate says as he barges into the room. He pulls the covers off his head to see his roommate. His roommate is named Phil and stands about six foot five inches. He has the build of a wide-receiver, though he never worked out, nor played sports. Phil was a black man with black hair and dark brown eyes. He is wearing the lower half of a costume with a pair of socks, and was nude from the waist up. “Where?” Joshua asks, unwilling to get up. “The Convention! Where else?” Phil says. “Did you forget that it was today?” ...

... Joshua groans and pulls off the covers the rest of the way, and sits up. Joshua had went to bed in his boxer shorts, and nothing else. Joshua’s skin is a slightly tanned Caucasian that honestly looked like it would rather burn than tan. Joshua rubs his head as Phil turns and walks out of the room. “By the way, the coffee is hot! Get into your shower before getting your costume on.” Phil shouts from the other room. Joshua looks over at his closed closet door. His costume hangs from it. He had decided to dress as the character Buster Red from Tokumei Sentai Gobusters. He had spent weeks in the designing stages, and even longer in sewing and making of the costume, and it was at a level that anyone would be proud to wear it. The helmet sat on his bookshelf near his closet, and he had only put on the finishing touches a few days ago. He gets to his feet and slowly walks over to his mirror, looks at his body for a moment, wishing that he had been built more like one of the heroes he idolized so much. He worked out every so often, but couldn’t put on any weight. He sighed before opening his closet door and grabbing his towel off a shelf inside. He then walks out of his room and into the bathroom to shower. A little while later he walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered, but still half awake. He has his towel around his waist and his boxers in his right hand. He walks back into his room and closes the door. He tosses his boxers into the hamper and thinks he sees something out of the ...