Chance opportunity..

Claire nudged Phil as they walked down the street; smiling at the young shirtless guy walking a few feet in front of them.

“What do you think?” She whispered, he smiled looking at the guys tight ass; “you know I think he’ll do fine” Phil said with a smile.

Phil picked up the pace coming up behind the guy and with a measured degree of experience pushed into the young guy without missing a step, only a low groan could be heard escaping the guys lips as he took control.

Phil stopped in his new disguise resting his hands on his knees taking taking a moment to familiarize himself with his new body.

Turning he smiled and walked back to Claire giving her a big smile before kissing her. “Mmm, nice” she whispered to Phil.

Phil smiled and pulled up a jeans a bit before they dropped completely; he laughed “Been a while since I wore my jeans like this.”

Phil put his arm around Claire shoulder and pulled her in close and gave her a squeeze and a hug that suggested they’d know each other for a long time. Walking along the street, Phil reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys; “this way the car’s just around the corner.”

Claire looked at the time on her phone; “we got about about 30 minutes before it starts”, there was a hint of urgency in her voice but Phil just smiled and started to jogging, pulling Claire along by the hand like a teenager in love.

“We’d better hurry then..” sniggered Phil with a cute smile on his new face that Claire hadn’t seen before..

Just a Dream?

By Guest Author – Nemo

 
Rob threw more cold water in his face and scrubbed vigourously, try to wake himself up properly and get rid of the remains of last night's dream.

As the water drained off his face he studied his reflection. He looked completely normal, same military haircut, same close trimmed beard. His gaze moved further down, taking in the reflection of his gym trained body with it's generous covering of fur. Nothing looked out of place and yet....

And yet he still couldn't shake last night's dream, where instead of a successful, butch stud he'd been a skinny 18 year old, still living at home with his folks. And not just any twink, but Rob's next door neighbour, Stu.

In the dream, as Stu he'd crept into Rob's house and slipped something into Rob's protein shake. Something that when Rob had drunk it, Had turned Rob into a hollow shell. Rob broke into a cold sweat as the dream came back to him in more detail. The image he couldn't get out of his mind, was of Stu climbing into Rob's hollowed out body.

For some reason the dream been particularly clear at this point. Rob could even remember the sensations his dream alter-ego Stu had felt as he slipped first one leg and then the other down inside Rob's empty legs. Each leg wiggling slowly inside Rob's body to ensure a perfect and literally skin tight fit.

Rob blushed, and watched his face turn red as he remembered the sexual charge 'Stu' had gotten in Rob's dream as he'd stuck his dick into Rob's empty sheath. Almost involuntarily, Rob's hand strayed to his dick, just checking all was as it should be.

The contact of his hand on his dick, brought Rob back to reality. He had to focus, sure it had been a freaky dream, but if had only been a dream. He was his normal self this morning and he just had to forget about last night.

As he began to turn away from the mirror, the final memory of the suit sealing itself around 'Stu's' body lingered in his mind for a few last seconds. He caught himself checking the back of his neck for a seal, before he laughed at himself. Of course there was nothing there. He ran his hand over the back of his neck and stopped as his fingers found an almost imperceptible ridge. He stopped breathing for a second, surely that had always been there, hadn't it. His fingers rubbed at the ridge and he began to convince himself he could feel an edge...

"Rob! What the fuck are you doing in there? I thought you were just freshening up? If you want a fuck before I have to go to work, get your ass out here now!" The sound of Rob's boyfriend Dave yelling through the door, finally brought Rob down to earth with a bump. He smiled as he picture the exasperated look that Dave would have on his face. "Sorry baby. I'll be right out." Yelled Rob as he dried his face on a towel. He had one last glance in the mirror, and smiled. The dream had been odd, but it had only been a dream and it was time to enjoy the day. He opened the door and dived onto the bed next to Dave.

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Deep inside Rob, Stu cursed to himself, silently. Not that he had any choice of course, since the suit wasn't working the way it should. He should have been the one in control of the body, with full access to Rob's memories to allow him to pass as Rob, but he was meant to be in charge. Instead he as was stuck as an observer in Rob's body, so close to fulfilling his fantasies and yet, still so far. Still he thought, he was finally getting through to Rob's mind in his dreams and he was sure with more practice he could get Rob to release him from the suit. There was always tonight to send Rob another sweet dream. And in the meantime, well as Rob and Dave got hot and heavy, Stu at least got to share the sensations in Rob's body. Stu could wait one more day to make his dream come true.

Good Morning, Mr. Patrick

“Well good morning, Mr. Patrick…” I said to my reflection, “Pleasant waking up to find myself in your body this morning…”

I pulled open the front of my hot neighbor’s robe a litle bit, letting it slide over my beefy shoulders and exposing my powerful, manly new torso. The hairy chest was something new for me, but with Mr. Patricks’s big, bear-like body and his handsome goatee and furry abs, it just looked awesome!

“Oh yeah,” I said, my voice deep and gruff, “I bet Mrs. Patrick really loves that. Too bad she’s not gonna be around much longer. Not after ‘you’ tell her that you’ve finally decided to come out as a gay man and your whole marriage has been a sham. Don’t know what the fellas down at the station are gonna think about that either. But it doesn’t really matter to me. I’ll figure all of that out later. Right now, I’m just glad that body swap spell worked like it was supposed to and you’re probably waking up right now next door in my bedroom, a 17-year-old loser.”

I pulled the robe back over my chest a little bit, although I still let a little bit of chest hair peek out. I could see the outline of my pecs through the fabric. I smiled, and it was Dan Patrick that smiled back at me.

“I always wanted your life, Mr. Patrick,” I said with his warm, charming smile, “And now it’s all mine!”

Bendy

“All right, here goes!” said James, throwing his body weight forward and carefully balancing on his hands, “Well I’ll be damned! Looks like now that I’ve got Alex’s body, I’ve got all of his abilities too! Fuck yeah!”

He stretched his legs out in different directions, all the while keeping excellent balance on his hands, feeling the strength of his new arms holding his body perfectly stable. Alex had been a gymnast and a dancer, and James couldn’t believe how easily he was now pulling off some of Alex’s favorite tricks. Laughing, he gracefully lowered himself to the ground, expertly and cleanly rolling out of the handstand.

“This shit’s gonna be too much fun!” he chuckled, reaching out to touch his toes and easily doubling over himself. From that position, he realized that he could probably fit the tip of his new dick in his mouth. Experimentally, he stuck out his tongue and licked his own shaft. Smiling, he pushed himself down even further, wrapping his lips around his cock and giving it a taste.

“Damn,” he said to himself, his own precum trailing from his lips, “Fuck! The boys are gonna go crazy when I pull some of this shit out!”

He smiled, looking down at his cock, and then stood up in front of the mirror. He twisted his body around to check it out from all different angles.

“And I shouldn’t have any problem picking up boys, either,” he said to his reflection, admiring the athletic body he now possessed, “I’ve got a hot fuckin’ body now and all kinds of new things I can do with it!”

Innocent White Guy

 
“All right,” said Orlando, laughing, “Man, you gotta show me that that ‘Innocent White Guy’ face again!”

“Oh,” said De’Ron, “You mean this one?”

He carefully folded his hands in front of himself, cocked his head to the side and slightly furrowed his eyebrows.

“Honestly, Officer,” he said, all traces of his African-American accent wiped away, “I’ve never even seen this 'De’Ron Davis’ guy you’re looking for. Think I’d remember a big, scary looking black guy like that!”

“Oh shit, son!” said Orlando, slapping his thigh and doubling over in laughter, “Damn, yo! That shit is funny as hell! But, hey yo – you gonna just wait around at your apartment just lookin’ like this white dude and waitin’ for the cops to show up lookin’ for ya?”

“Aw, hell no, brotha!” said De’Ron, for a second dropping the ‘white-guy’ act, “Shit, I’ma get me the hell outta that place! Fuck, look at me man! I’m a good lookin’ dude now. I might be able to get me a real job, get me a real apartment and all that shit.”

“Well just don’t forget about yo’ brotha’s in the hood, D.,” said Orlando.

“No way, bro,” said De’Ron, earnestly, “And I mean that too. Lemme get outta here, get myself set up, find me a few more white boys I can turn into suits like this, and then I’ll be back for you and the rest of the boys. We gon’ live it up, homie! That’s a promise!”

He extended a firm hand, which Orlando gladly took.

“Man,” Orlando said, “Look at how white that hand is. And all smooth and shit. You gotta get me some guy a little bit tougher-lookin’, man. A’ight? Don’t wanna be no pretty boy.”

“Hey, hey! I still got me a few tattoos and shit!” said De’Ron, checking out his arms. He chuckled and then straightened himself out, slipping back into his white guy persona, “I’ll find you a good one, ok? I promise.”

“Yeah, bro,” said Orlando, smiling, “Now get yo’ white ass outta here ‘fore the cops come ‘round, wonderin’ how a pretty boy like you wandered into the wrong part of town!”

Freestylin’

“Hey, uh, guys?” said Rick, from the back of the pack, “Do you think we could, uh, find a restroom to stop in real quick?”

“Jesus, man!” said Christopher, turning around to speak with his colleague, “What the hell is up with you this afternoon? You’ve been acting weird ever since we left the hotel. This is supposed to be our ‘fun day’ at the convention, gettin’ out to do a little sight seeing, and the whole time you’ve just been hiding at the back of the group, which is so not like you – and what the hell is up with all this ‘I gotta go to the bathroom’ shit?”

“I, um… I’m just not feeling well,” Rick said, holding up his well-muscled arm behind his head.

“What, you got a headache or something?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah, something like that –“ said Rick, “Listen, I’m just gonna go in here and see if they have a restroom. Tell the rest of the guys I’ll meet up with ‘em in a bit, okay?”

“All right…” said Christopher, “Man, maybe you should just go back to the hotel and rest up. I mean, I’m sure everybody would understand and –”

“No, man!” said Rick, perhaps a bit aggressively, “I’ll be fine, just give me a second, okay?”

Dodging into the nearest storefront, Rick navigated to a small restroom in the back. He ensured that the door was locked and then looked himself over in the mirror.

“You’re a handsome fella, that’s for sure,” he said to his reflection, stroking his goateee and giving his body a quick flex, “But why the hell aren’t you bonding with me?”

Reaching behind his head with both hands, he pulled at an invisible seam, ripping the studly facemask off and pulling it down so that it hung loosely over his pecs. He examined the edges of the mask. It was a clean cut, no obstructions. Why wasn’t it working? He checked the inside of the mask, running his hands along the slippery interior, wiping it clean.

“Damn it,” he said to the mask, “I should be able to just slip you on, and you should stay on, and I should be able to bond with all of your memories and personality traits and pull this off just like I always do. Maybe I mixed the serum too weak for a big guy like you.”

Stretching the facemask out, he pulled it once again up to his face. He pressed it against his features, carefully making sure everything was lined up as it should be, and then firmly sealed everything together in the back. He felt the seams melt together, once again becoming invisible. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for a few moments for something to happen.

“God damn it,” he grumbled with his disguised voice, “Nothin’! Ah well, maybe I’ll have to ditch these guys and see if I can make my own fun with this body. I’ve handled a few guys like yourself before, and I think I can act the part well enough. Otherwise, I’d just be wasting a perfectly good body!”

Giving himself a tough look in the mirror, and another quick flex for good measure, Rick unlocked the bathroom door and peeked his head out. Looked like the rest of the group had already moved on. Casually, he exited the restroom, strolled out the front door of the store and made his way in the opposite direction of the rest of the group.

“All right!” he said to himself, “Looks like I’m freestylin’ it this time – Let’s see how this goes!”

Gimme a Light

“Come on, dude!” I said, “Gimme a light! I’m serious, man!”

“Are you sure…?” asked my buddy, Travis, “I mean, you’ve never smoked a day in your life. And do you even know how –”

“God damn it!” I said, “Shut the hell up and just give me a light! Look, now that I’m in Andrew’s body, I just gotta have it! Now come on, man!”

“Well, all right…” said Trav, flicking the lighter as I expertly inhaled, “If you say so –“

“Oh fuck yeah!” I said, taking a deep drag of the cigarette, “Damn, that feels good! Just what this body needed, I guess.”

Travis chuckled at me, watching as I took puffs of the cigarette like a pro.

“I gotta hand it to ya, bro,” he said, “I thought it was damn cool that you could take over Andrew’s body like that, but the fact that you’re kinda acting like him now is really freakin’ hot…”

“Yeah, it’s weird,” I said, “I mean, I feel like him in some ways, but I’m not all the way him, if you know what I mean.”

“You mean, like you’re not a total straight-guy asshole?” Travis offered.

“Nah,” I said, smiling, “Trust me, bro, I'm still into guys, and I have every intention of using this body to fuck the hell out of you, just like I promised.”

“Oh, shit!” said Travis, his boner about to bust out of his pants, “Well then let’s get to it, “roomie”! I hope you didn’t plan on giving that body back to him any time soon, cuz I’ve got all kinds of things I’d like to try with you!”

Acting Different

By Guest Author -- Nemo

Jake wondered where his buddy Matt had got to. Then he glanced out the window and saw him flexing on the porch, in just his boxers. He ran outside and checked no-one else was around. Satisfied there was no-one else in sight he relaxed a bit, but still turned to his buddy.

"Dude! What the fuck are you doing on the porch in your boxers. What if someone saw you?"

"Jake chill. What if someone saw me? First off, this cabin's a good 1/2 mile from the nearest neighbour, so it's not that likely, but even if someone did see me, what's wrong with the sight of a young stud exercising?"

"What's wrong is that they've never seen you do it before and you're meant to be acting normal."

Matt sat up and ran a hand over his tight abs, before he replied. "Yeah about our agreement, I've been having a rethink."

"What do you mean a re-think. We had a deal."

"That's just the point. You see I don't think you've been completely honest with me or yourself. After all what was the point of me replacing your buddy Matt, if all you want me to do is act just like he does. I mean that was how you sold me the deal in the first place wasn't it? You were fed up with him acting a jerk but you'd already paid for the trip to the cabin and you didn't want to loose your money. Right?"

"Yeah that's exactly what I meant. What are you on about?" asked Jake defensively.

"What I'm on about is if you wanted a 'new' Matt, why are you so freaked out when I act different to the old Matt?" He stood up and walked over to Jake, until they were only inches apart, facing each other. "And if you were so worried about 'Matt' acting differently, why did you approach me in the first place with your plan. I mean Matt must have told you his little brother was a faggot, god knows he used to yell it at me enough. You see I think you wanted someone in Matt's body who would let you get more... intimate?"

"No way! You're wrong. I didn't care you were gay. I just wanted someone who could impersonate Matt and fool everyone. That's why I let you in on my plan and gave you the body-suit serum to slip to him. It was just because you knew him best. I knew that with you inside the suit, we could pull this off."

'Matt' just looked at Jake as he sputtered to a stop. Then he calmly lifted both his arms up and flexed just inches away from Jake, popping his guns. As Jake stared at 'Matt's' biceps mesmerised, despite his protests, 'Matt' suddenly reached down and shoved his hand inside Jake's pants, gripping Jake's rock hard dick, gently but firmly.

"Stop lying to yourself." said 'Matt' "Your mind might be trying to fool me, but your body can't." He started to gently pump Jake's dick in his pants. "Know I've got to know my big brother's body properly, I think it's time you did as well." and he leant over and kissed Jake hard on the mouth, slowly jerking him off as he did so. Jake stopped protesting and kissed him back, shoving his tongue into 'Matt's' mouth.

After a few seconds they came up for air. 'Matt' looked at the expression on Jake's face and smiled "Now I think we should take this indoors. Don't you?". Jake just nodded and 'Matt' drew him inside the cabin, his hand still firmly gripping Jake's dick. The cabin door clicked shut behind them as 'Matt' led Jake into the bedroom.

The Mechanic

“God, we are so lucky you packed that suit,” I said, standing back and watching Chris tighten up the last bolt on the tire, “I mean, of all the suits you could have brought for this trip.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Chris, standing up and wiping the sweat from his brow. His beefy chest glistened in the sun, “I mean the dude’s hot, and I figured these tattoos would be kinda cool to rock for the weekend, but good thing I remembered he was a mechanic, too! I remember the first time I saw him when I took my car into the shop… Not long after that, I added him to my collection – and look! Turns out he’s come in pretty handy!”

“I’ll say so!” I said, “You changed that tire in no time flat, babe. And looked damn hot doing it! So, uh… what other skills does Mr. Mechanic here have?”

“I’m saving that for when we get to the hotel room…” Chris smiled with the mechanic’s devilish grin, “In fact, I wasn’t gonna put him on until we got there, but now that I’m already dressed up, I think I might as well just keep him on. What do you think about that?”

“If you do that,” I said, “I might not be able to wait until we get to the hotel room!”

“Well how about we make it even then?” he said, popping the trunk and digging through the suitcases, “How about you slip into this one, and then we can both show up at the hotel looking like a couple of tough-lookin’ tattooed muscle guys!”

“Oh, baby!” I said, holding up the second suit in front of me, running my hands through the realistic hair on what I could tell was going to be a very muscular chest, “You know I’ve been wanting to try this one out forever! Help me get inside right now! With these suits, this is gonna be one of our hottest weekends ever!”

Lickin’ Your Pit

“Oh my god… Zeke… what are you doing?” said Jeff, raising his arm above his head.

“I’m licking your pit, babe,” said Zeke, looking up into his lover’s eyes and then diving down for another lick, “What’s the matter? Don’t like it?”

“No…” said Jeff “It feels… oh my god… it feels amazing! It’s just you’ve never done anything like that before!”

“Well I dunno, babe,” said Zeke, “I don’t know how I resisted these pits for so long. You taste so fuckin’ good! I wanna taste every bit of you… every bit.”

“Oh my god! What has gotten into you!” Jeff chuckled, as Zeke flicked his tongue against his skin, “That tickles! Oh my fucking god! You are an animal today! I’ve wanted this for so fucking long but you always said…”

“—Forget what I said,” smiled Zeke, “Let’s just say I’m feeling a whole lot different today… And I can’t wait another second longer for you to take me in your bedroom and just fuck me in every way that you’ve always wanted to!”

“Holy shit!” said Jeff, throwing his head back, “I never thought you’d say that, baby! You got me so fucking turned on right now!”

“Good,” said Zeke as he continued to kiss and explore Jeff’s body with his tongue.

“Damn,” he thought to himself, “This is even easier than I thought it would be. I’ve been wanting to get with Jeff for the longest fucking time and all I had to do was just slip into his boyfriend Zeke’s body – and it seems like I’ve stepped in at just the right time, too. They were about to break up because Zeke here didn’t want to have sex with Jeff. Said he wanted to hold off until they were in a more serious relationship or some shit. Well fuck that! With me in control, Jeff’s gonna get everything he ever wanted from Zeke, and I think he’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ surprised by some of the stuff I pull out. With my expertise in the bedroom and Zeke’s hot body, Jeff’s in for one wild fuckin’ ride!”

Gay for Pay

“Oh, shit…” said Jake, “Dude, I totally think it’s starting to kick in.”

“Me too, dude,” said Ryan, “Fuck. All of the sudden I’m like fucking turned on by the way your arms are bustin’ out of that tight black wifebeater.”

“And I can’t wait to get that t-shirt off of you and see that tight little body you’ve got!” said Jake, slipping a hand underneath Ryan’s shirt.

“All right guys,” I said from behind the camera, “I think we’re ready to get the cameras rolling. Now, remember, you only have 45 minutes before it starts wearing off and then you guys go back to being total straight guys. But until then, you are a couple of fags and you will do whatever I ask you to do with each other, just like the contract said. Got it? Now try to keep your hands off of each other, I’m gonna start by asking you a few questions and then I’m direct you into some pretty light stuff, since it’s the first time for the both of you. Making out at first, and then probably just sucking each other’s dicks. You guys down with that?”

“Oh hell yeah!” said Jake, looking down at his body and finding himself even getting turned on by his own muscles, “Dude, I don’t know what this shit is, but it makes me feel really fuckin’ hot! And I can’t wait to get a dick in my mouth!”

He glanced at Ryan, biting his lip. Ryan made no attempt to hide the raging boner he had in his cargo shorts.

“Perfect,” I said, focusing the camera on the two of them as they tried, for the moment, to keep their hands off of each other, “Now let’s get started…”

Can’t Believe We’re Getting Away With This

“I can’t believe we’re getting away with this! And I mean, no one’s saying anything! It’s like they’re all just totally ok with the fact that Ray and Luis are gay now and totally into each other.”

“Of course it’s ok, dude! It’s like I told you. They’re two of the most popular guys on campus, what they say goes, and nobody’s gonna question them about it. So, nobody has to know that it’s really you and me inside these hot bodies. And as long as we go along with our story that Ray and Luis have been together for a long time but had just been hiding it from everyone, we can totally do whatever the fuck we want!”

“I like the way that sounds,” I said, looking up at my best friend who was now in Ray’s athletic body, baseball cap cocked to the back just like Ray always wore it.

“Good,” he said, lifting me up with his new, strong arms and giving me another deep kiss, “Because I think we’re gonna stay in these bodies for a while – unless we can find another hot pair that we’d like to try instead!”