Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Choice of three pictures this time.
Gee, is that first picture Gulliver's Travels, The Borrowers, or Land of the Giants?? I hope that guy washed his feet. Otherwise all those little guys are going to get gassed to death.
Don't the little dudes sort of look like they are working against one another? And I'm waiting for the other foot to drop on that one group. But then I guess this guy is way too cool to get irritated by people playing with his feet. I love that picture two is looking up at picture one. Sort of makes it seem like he is wondering what is going on with the other guy's feet.
I have never been to Asia, and actually I hadn't been planning on going before getting to the airport. What can I say? I'm kind of a spur-of-the-moment type of guy.
I had arrived at the airport with the intent of going "somewhere" ("anywhere" actually, as long as I got out of NYC). The City is great, and I love my Yankees, but things had not been going so well there for me -- boyfriend and job troubles, enough said) -- and I needed to reset.
When I arrived at JFK, I was just going to pick a random destination, get a ticket, and head to wherever the wind would take me. I was finishing up using the urinal, when this guy came in, glanced over at my equipment, smiled, and winked at me. G!d, he was cute: grayish blue eyes, a little scruff, and a plug in his earlobe. I smiled shyly, he gestured toward the back of the restroom, and we finished up and washed. He jimmied open the storage closet, took the "Restroom Closed for Cleaning" sign out, disappeared around the corner.
His confidence was a bit intoxicating, and to help calm myself, I checked under the stalls to ensure we were alone. We ended up waiting a few minutes for a grandfather to straggle out, but as soon as he did, "Scruffy" took off his hat and shirt, forced me against the wall, kissed me passionately, dropped to his knees and worked Ab-So-Lute MAGIC!
I was about ready to cum, when he flipped me around, worked two moistened fingers slowly into my asshole. I'm not usually the submissive one, but damn! Sometimes you just want a guy to take charge, and Scruffy did that very adeptly. Soon, it wasn't the fingers...
Before he shot his load, he let me return the favor. We both climaxed at the same time -- not a normal ejaculation, mind you; this was a hot, random, illicit, multiple-crescendo, airport bathroom sex kind of ejaculation. All I could do after was slump against the wall and say, "DAMN!"
After a bit of time to recover, he picked up his shirt and started to put it on, which is when I made my move. Just as the shirt was going over his head, I jabbed the injector into his neck. He struggled a little but was soon collapsed on the floor.
I picked up his shirt; his scent was exciting. You'd think that after such a massive load, I'd be spent, but there was just something about the situation that made me rise above expectations. I undressed him fully, removing the plug from his ear, slipping off his Jack Purcell's, sliding off his slim gray jeans, and yanking off his underwear. Looking down at his body, that tight body, hairy chest, beautiful cock, and absolutely adorable face, I was so ready again, that it wasn't funny. But delayed gratification can be so much more appealing.
I undressed myself. From my jacket, I grabbed a piece of leather, one that matched the wristband on my left wrist, and put it on Scruffy. In a few seconds, his hair had grown a little longer and darkened by several shades, he was a bit taller, and soon he looked exactly like me. Or as I had looked a minute before. I glanced into the mirror and Scruffy glanced back. G!d I love it when I leave on vacations.
I pushed a bump on my leather wristband, and in a few minutes, I have all of Scruffy's (or should I say Jameson's?) knowledge. He ends up having mine, less the knowledge of the last few minutes and of my transmogrifier. But he does will remember our encounter in the restroom, yet from a different perspective. I put on my underwear, pants, and shoes, inserted my plug into my ear, dressed him in my clothes, making sure to leave the pants unbuttoned and disheveled like mine had been before the transformation, and leaned him against the wall like I had been.
After activating an indentation on my wristband, he woke up, and I leaned over to pick up my shirt just like he had done earlier. "Damn, man, that was hot! What did you say your name was?"
"Ryan," he replied.
"Well, if I didn't have a flight to catch, I'd go for a second round. God, that was hot. Want to catch up once I get back from Malaysia?"
"Definitely, what's your number?" I input Jameson's number into Ryan's phone, give him another passionate kiss, grab his ass and wink at him just like Jameson did to me earlier. Moving the "Closed for Cleaning" sign off to the side, I left for the TSA check-in.
Maybe things aren't so bad for me, now. I'll get two and a half weeks on the beach, snorkeling, swimming with whale sharks, sleeping with other vacationing guys in this hot body. And when I return, I'll have, at least, a hot fuck buddy. This is exactly the type of vacation I need.
Might I request someone write a story for #3 about a nerd who finds a means of transformation (something like the Chronivac, but it could be anything that allows its User to transform themself in whatever way they want) but he doesn't what to completely lose who he is. So he finally improves the look of the rest of his body and slightly raises his confidence, but manages to keep his face and the rest of what makes him him.
Gee, is that first picture Gulliver's Travels, The Borrowers, or Land of the Giants?? I hope that guy washed his feet. Otherwise all those little guys are going to get gassed to death.
ReplyDeleteThe guy in the pic is way too hot for any of those shows!!! He's even too hot to have smelly feet!
DeleteDon't the little dudes sort of look like they are working against one another? And I'm waiting for the other foot to drop on that one group. But then I guess this guy is way too cool to get irritated by people playing with his feet. I love that picture two is looking up at picture one. Sort of makes it seem like he is wondering what is going on with the other guy's feet.
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ReplyDeleteI have never been to Asia, and actually I hadn't been planning on going before getting to the airport. What can I say? I'm kind of a spur-of-the-moment type of guy.
I had arrived at the airport with the intent of going "somewhere" ("anywhere" actually, as long as I got out of NYC). The City is great, and I love my Yankees, but things had not been going so well there for me -- boyfriend and job troubles, enough said) -- and I needed to reset.
When I arrived at JFK, I was just going to pick a random destination, get a ticket, and head to wherever the wind would take me. I was finishing up using the urinal, when this guy came in, glanced over at my equipment, smiled, and winked at me. G!d, he was cute: grayish blue eyes, a little scruff, and a plug in his earlobe. I smiled shyly, he gestured toward the back of the restroom, and we finished up and washed. He jimmied open the storage closet, took the "Restroom Closed for Cleaning" sign out, disappeared around the corner.
His confidence was a bit intoxicating, and to help calm myself, I checked under the stalls to ensure we were alone. We ended up waiting a few minutes for a grandfather to straggle out, but as soon as he did, "Scruffy" took off his hat and shirt, forced me against the wall, kissed me passionately, dropped to his knees and worked Ab-So-Lute MAGIC!
I was about ready to cum, when he flipped me around, worked two moistened fingers slowly into my asshole. I'm not usually the submissive one, but damn! Sometimes you just want a guy to take charge, and Scruffy did that very adeptly. Soon, it wasn't the fingers...
Before he shot his load, he let me return the favor. We both climaxed at the same time -- not a normal ejaculation, mind you; this was a hot, random, illicit, multiple-crescendo, airport bathroom sex kind of ejaculation. All I could do after was slump against the wall and say, "DAMN!"
After a bit of time to recover, he picked up his shirt and started to put it on, which is when I made my move. Just as the shirt was going over his head, I jabbed the injector into his neck. He struggled a little but was soon collapsed on the floor.
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ReplyDeleteI picked up his shirt; his scent was exciting. You'd think that after such a massive load, I'd be spent, but there was just something about the situation that made me rise above expectations. I undressed him fully, removing the plug from his ear, slipping off his Jack Purcell's, sliding off his slim gray jeans, and yanking off his underwear. Looking down at his body, that tight body, hairy chest, beautiful cock, and absolutely adorable face, I was so ready again, that it wasn't funny. But delayed gratification can be so much more appealing.
I undressed myself. From my jacket, I grabbed a piece of leather, one that matched the wristband on my left wrist, and put it on Scruffy. In a few seconds, his hair had grown a little longer and darkened by several shades, he was a bit taller, and soon he looked exactly like me. Or as I had looked a minute before. I glanced into the mirror and Scruffy glanced back. G!d I love it when I leave on vacations.
I pushed a bump on my leather wristband, and in a few minutes, I have all of Scruffy's (or should I say Jameson's?) knowledge. He ends up having mine, less the knowledge of the last few minutes and of my transmogrifier. But he does will remember our encounter in the restroom, yet from a different perspective. I put on my underwear, pants, and shoes, inserted my plug into my ear, dressed him in my clothes, making sure to leave the pants unbuttoned and disheveled like mine had been before the transformation, and leaned him against the wall like I had been.
After activating an indentation on my wristband, he woke up, and I leaned over to pick up my shirt just like he had done earlier. "Damn, man, that was hot! What did you say your name was?"
"Ryan," he replied.
"Well, if I didn't have a flight to catch, I'd go for a second round. God, that was hot. Want to catch up once I get back from Malaysia?"
"Definitely, what's your number?" I input Jameson's number into Ryan's phone, give him another passionate kiss, grab his ass and wink at him just like Jameson did to me earlier. Moving the "Closed for Cleaning" sign off to the side, I left for the TSA check-in.
Maybe things aren't so bad for me, now. I'll get two and a half weeks on the beach, snorkeling, swimming with whale sharks, sleeping with other vacationing guys in this hot body. And when I return, I'll have, at least, a hot fuck buddy. This is exactly the type of vacation I need.
Nice story!
DeleteThat's quite a vacation. What travel agency did he use?? Good job, anon.
DeleteMight I request someone write a story for #3 about a nerd who finds a means of transformation (something like the Chronivac, but it could be anything that allows its User to transform themself in whatever way they want) but he doesn't what to completely lose who he is. So he finally improves the look of the rest of his body and slightly raises his confidence, but manages to keep his face and the rest of what makes him him.
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