NEW NEIGHBORS

            Randy James paced within the paneled walls of his trailer, the phone up to his ear as he continued his rant.   

“You don’t have to be no rocket scientist to know the world is goin’ to shit in a bucket. Damn illegal aliens and homo marriages and people flaunting all their damn business in my face. Makes me wonder what the hell happened to America. Fuckin’ shame,” he said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a can of Skoal as he refilled his lower lip, the bitter tobacco taste hitting him.

            “One of them fags even moved in next door and to top it off he’s a black ass. Looks like some kind of damn thug and next thing you know he’ll be all up in here with his thumping music and shit. Goddamn fuckers taking over. All I got to say is he better just stay on his side of the fence. He don’t wanna mess with Ole Randy here. I’ll show him how Southern I really am.”

            Randy stepped in front of his mirror and nodded at his reflection. “Okay, Baby. I’ll see you in thirty and wear something dirty.” He laughed at his own joke before hanging up. He then started to look himself over. Worn trucker hat. Wife beater. Tattered jeans with his favorite rebel flag belt buckle. Lifting up his phone, he snapped a photo.

            “You’re gonna get fucking laid tonight, you good lookin’ son of gun.”

           “I’m not so sure about that,” A voice came from behind him and Randy looked up to see his new neighbor standing there.

            “You son of-” He started to spin around, but his neighbor touched his shoulder and Randy froze. He couldn’t move. He just stood there as the tall black man moved even closer. “What the hell did you do to me? I’m going to--” His neighbor touched Randy’s lips and Randy went silent.

            “Shhhhh,” he whispered in Randy’s ear. “We’re going to have a little fun, and you’re going to like this. I promise.”

            Randy struggled to move, but couldn’t, screaming inside as the man removed Randy’s ragged hat.

            “You’re not going to be needing that,” he said, shifting his attention to Randy’s wife-beater. “And why don’t you take that off?”

            Randy’s body moved without him, his arms pulling the shirt over his head to reveal his pasty white chest with barely any definition or muscle.

            “Now watch, Randy James,” the black man said, Randy’s eyes involuntarily moving up to his reflection. The man moved his hands over Randy’s body from behind, kissing his neck slowly. Randy wanted to scream, to go grab his gun to protect himself . . . but he couldn’t. His body wouldn't move. His eyes didn’t flinch from his reflection as his new neighbor kissed his way up Randy’s neck, Randy’s skin growing darker beneath each kiss. Gradually, it spread over his body, his white Irish complexion growing darker with each kiss. His neighbor glanced up at Randy’s eyes, smiling.

            “That’s nice,” he whispered, but I think I want you just a little darker.

            More kisses. Randy’s skin changing even more . . . a rich chocolate, the small bit of hair on his chest falling to the floor as Randy noticed his eyes changing from light blue to a deep brown.

            His neighbor ran his hands over Randy scalp, Randy’s dirty brown hair falling out beneath his touch. He moved his lips over Randy’s scalp and small black hairs grew from it, twisting in tightly shaved curls over Randy’s head, trimmed to perfection.

            What the fuck is happening to me?

Randy wanted to scream, but still couldn’t.

“People like you are making the world a horrible place, Randy.” The black man said, his voice smooth and calm. “So, I’m making you better.” He moved his fingers over Randy’s lips and they swelled beneath his touch, all of Randy’s facial hair falling to the floor and disappearing. Randy’s lips became even fuller as his neighbor’s fingers drifted over Randy’s nose. It widened, Randy’s entire face shifting before his eyes until he looked . . .

Damn fine, Randy thought as he suddenly found himself licking his lips.

“You’re starting to look like yourself, babe,” Marcus whispered in Randy’s ear.

“Marcus,” Randy managed, his own voice much deeper now.

“Yeah, babe. You’re starting to remember.” Marcus moved his hands over Randy’s torso, his once thin frame becoming thick with muscle beneath Marcus’s touch. His pecs swelled, became hard discs as a black tattoo appeared over now chiseled abs. Marcus slid his hand down Randy’s stomach, easing them into the grey basketball shorts he now wore.

“One more thing, Roderick.” Marcus kissed his ears and a pair of diamond studs appeared as Roderick raised his phone and snapped a photo of them, Marcus touching Roderick's thick black cock. 

Roderick felt it getting hard, Marcus moving his fingers over it as Roderick licked his lips again.

“Damn, baby. You’re tearing me up,” Roderick said.

“I love you, babe.” Marcus smiled up at his new husband; the perfect black specimen.

“Why don’t you let me show you how I really feel about you?” Roderick turned to face Marcus, dropping his shorts to reveal his huge, rock hard cock. He stood there, staring at Marcus with hungry eyes before pulling him in for a long kiss. Their tongues danced back and forth as Roderick moved in harder. His hands were all over Marcus. He was ravenous, leading Marcus to their bed and throwing him down.

Roderick was inside Marcus without another thought, pounding into his husband’s ass like it was their honeymoon again.

Damn, I love my life, he thought to himself, biting his lower lip as he pushed deeper into his husband.