Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Two pictures, but check in the new comments section you can add pictures now so post your own stories/pictures!
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Man it is a hot day even late in the afternoon. The woods along the road don’t offer much relief either. Not sure how many miles I’ve gone but it feels like I’ve been walking along this deserted road for hours since my car broke down. Darn cell phone won’t work out here. I hope I find someone to help me before too long.
A few minutes more walking and I see two motorcycles pulled off the road up ahead. Nice bikes – what I’ve heard called “rice burners” or “crotch rockets”. I would run to see but I don’t think my body could take the strain right now. I hope whoever it is will offer some help. They’re my only resource right now so I don’t have any other option.
Hope you check the comments now and again as I've started to drop stories into them.
Guys you've probably noticed the old voting system as gone now. Why? Well when I did some tests last year I asked you to vote and post the number the vote changed to. Well I checked back about a month or so and the votes had reset itself back to zero, not clever.
So when I introduced the new commenting system, i discovered a few extra benefits namely the ability to vote up (or down if you disagree) the comments from other readers. But also the ability for you to vote up the overall post.
You will have to go into the entire post to see the option (below);
It's the box next to the star at the top of the comments section. If you like the post, vote for it. There is no need to register or anything just click. If you don't like the story then leave a comment for us, again you don't have to register but it will ask for an email address. You can put anything in there, it doesn't check.
Another useful trick is the way you can vote up a particular comment, showing whether you agree or disagree with it. Again there is no need to register for voting.
Based on a Caption This from Sean…..
Note: there are 2 parts to this – POV of James and Tony – posted separately. The dialogue is repeated in both to keep the story consistent. I would recommend reading James first. First time trying something like this so hope you enjoy.
I’m sitting in the detention room doing my homework when Tony from my math class turns around and starts talking to me.
“So what you in for?”
“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” I answer.
“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of loser are you?”
“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” I mockingly say to him. He’s the typical dumb jock who likes to pick on nerds when he gets the chance.
“Got caught giving one of the freshmen a hard time in the restroom.” He laughs. “What you got there?” He pulls the sheets of paper from my desk, “Fuck, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”
I shrug, “Not that difficult.” That is if you study and think of more than just sports and girls.
“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." He throws his papers at me. What does he think I am going to do with these?
“Don’t be an idiot all your life,” I throw them back, “the teacher will know it’s not your handwriting.” He really is stupid if he thinks I can do his homework for him and get away with it. Suddenly he lifts his vest showing me his tight muscular torso. What is he doing? Is he gay or something?
“So be me then and write it in my handwriting – you’ll fucking love it.” Before I can answer him he grabs my wrist. A searing pain shoots up my arm. What is happening?
Based on a Caption This from Sean…..
I turn and look at the guy behind me and nod my head. I’ve seen him before in my math class. His name is James… one of the brainy nerds. I wonder what it would be like to be him.
“So what you in for?” I strike up a conversation with him.
“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” James replies.
“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of loser are you?”
“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” He’s mocking me.
“Got caught giving one of the freshmen a hard time in the restroom.” I laugh. “What you got there?” I pull the sheets of paper from his desk, “Fuck, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”
He gives a shrug, “Not that difficult.”
“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." I throw my papers at him.
“Don’t be an idiot all your life,” he throws them back, “the teacher will know it’s not your handwriting.” He’s given me the opening I need to switch places with him.
He and I are the only two people in the room so I lift my vest showing my tight muscular torso, “So be me then and write it in my handwriting – you’ll fucking love it.” Before he can answer I grab his wrist, shooting a burning sensation up his arm.
“What the…” He yells as he looks into my face with fear in his eyes.
I casually walked back with Mike and cracked open a beer. "Cheers buddy," I grinned clicking his bottle.
Mike stopped and checked out the huge scoreboard at the end of the stadium. "Looks as if John and Chris are in the finals," he said raising his beer.
We still had some time, so we both found a spot at the side of the tracks and watched the final round of the counties Motocross championships. "Their all good, but not as good as Cody and Jefferson," I joked nudging Mike.
"Hey watch it. Don't spill my beer," Mike growled licking the foam from the top of the bottle. We watched the bikes racing around the flat at the base of the hill and then power up the side of the hill, and then chase back down the other side. A tight corner at the bottom and then into a couple of jumps and a table top.
We started to walk back to the pits, we'd parked at the back of the lot looking for a little privacy. "Well, I guess we'd better wrap this up," I said to Mike finishing my beer.
It was quiet, and I smiled at Tony and Chris still fast asleep on the bed of the pickup. "Poor guys, run ragged. That last race was hard on them," I smiled.
Mike got on his tiptoes and looked at the two sleeping riders; their chests rising and falling slowly. "They look relaxed, lets hope they've recharged their batteries enough for the final," he said with a concerned tone in his voice.
Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Two pictures, but check in the new comments section you can add pictures now so post your own stories/pictures!
Just written five mini stories in the comments, take a look and vote up your favourites.
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**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS**
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Well, giving DISQUS another go.
Use the comments as before, none where lost in the migration (thankfully). You can vote up/down particular comments that you think are deserving (or not).
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I walked into the spare bedroom I had in my dorm and gave Tony a gentle shake. He threw his feet over the edge and sat up on the bed. He looked down and realised he was naked and blushed.
"Here, have a drink of coffee, you'll feel better after that," I told him offering him a large mug.
He sipped at it and put it on the floor. "What the fuck happened last night?" He muttered resting his head in his hands.
"You were a proper party animal last night Tony," I joked.
He let out another groan and scratched both hands through his hair. "I don't remember fuck," he whispered.
"Don't worry I'm sure there were lots of photos taken," I chirped, he let out another groan. "Man you were running that party, you were like a man possessed."
He looked at me as he took a gulp of coffee. "All I remember is arriving here yesterday afternoon. I got my party gear out, and put it over there," he pointed to a chair. "I thanked you for putting me up for the night in the spare room, and you offered me a party shot to get me in the mood, and then its all blank."
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.
**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS*
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I had saved for months and had planned an amazing trip with my friends to San Diego but a week prior my friend ran into some financial issues and had to cancel. I was determined to still go and have fun even though I would be a loaner on vacation. I knew no matter what I could still relax on the beach get a tan and see some shows. College was due to start in 3 weeks so I had to go so I can finish my last semester for my bachelors degree and start my new career in business marketing.
The moment the flight landed I went to baggage claim to get my luggage. Then after everyone's bags were off the area I noticed mine never came out or someone took it before I got there. I went to the lost and found and put a claim in for my bag since it was gone. Luckily I only put clothes in the bag and carried my MacBook and basics with me in my backpack. I was determined not to let all this affect my vacation to San Diego.
I arrived at the hotel around 2pm and checked into my room. I went up and the room was huge with a great ocean view. I sat and watched the surfers ride the waves and people play on the beach for hours and before I knew it it was 5pm. I decided to head to a local mall and buy enough clothes to last me a week in case no one turned in my bag or whatnot.
I went into several stores and finally ended up in Macy's and was trying on clothes. I heard some guys outside the dressing room talking about "how sick the waves are and how hot the girls are" and couldn't help but laugh. I always wanted to have the life of a stoner or skater/surfer with no cares in the world but when the next wave was and just barely pass through college and such. Alas that wasn't me I studied and worked hard to get to where I was, even though I did party a lot my freshman year of college.
Finally picking out some clothes I came out of the dressing room to notice a guy about 21 in beige cargo shorts and a polo ringing people up. He looked pretty good and the way he talked must had been that guy talking about the waves earlier. As he rung me up I stated a conversation about where is good to eat and what there was to do for fun around here since I didn't really know the area. He told me about a few good restaurants and sights to see. That's when I just went out and asked him if he could show me around and maybe hang out with me. I know its strange but something about him drew me in but I am not gay in any way.
Working in retail I meet a lot of people, but today I met someone I felt a connection with. He came up to purchase a new computer and we talked for an hour. During this time I learned he was in the army and was here visiting family and friends but most his friends moved away. He then asked if I would like to hang out after I am off and chat some more. I was shocked that a cool, and hot, guy would want to be around me so I accepted.
After I was off I met up with Trevor at Starbucks to get some coffee and talk some more. We sat for hours getting to know each other and we both told our life stories. Mine was not very exciting working in retail while going to college. His story was leaving to the army and how he was sent over seas. He said he envied my life of not worrying about getting shot and enjoying the frat parties and everything. I told him I envied his serving our country and doing the things he did.
We eventually decided to hang out at my house and play xbox. We played call of duty Black ops 2 and drank heavily for hours and before we knew it it was 3am. At this point we were completely drunk and he asked to just stay the night and leave tomorrow. I watched as he stripped down to nothing and laid in my bed. He looked over with a smirk and said "you don't mind if I sleep nude, I noticed you checking me out so I figured I would let you see everything."
I striped naked as well and laid down and talked some more. He brought up if we could would I swap bodies with him and take his life while he got to see college life. I jumped up and said hell yeah I would be him and see how life in the army is. He smiled and sat up and kissed me on the lips.
We started feeling the others body and I went down on him first. I took in his scent and it was like every touch he did was the best feeling ever. We flopped and he went down on me and each touch and tongue action was just electrifying. After a while of this we both passed out holding each other.
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.
**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS*
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Author’s note: No spiders were hurt in the writing of this story.
I’m usually a pretty mellow dude. Nothing better I like doing than catching some waves. Add a few of my bros out there with me and its party city man. Sometimes little things like barking dogs when I’m trying to sleep or crying babies can irritate me but other than that the only thing that really creeps me out is spiders. I totally freak out when I find this huge arachnid on my backside. Okay maybe not so huge in reality but you know how the mind can build things up. This one has the audacity to bite me. The next thing I know I’m shrinking. So not cool. My torso is pulling into itself and my limbs are getting majorly thin. My cock totally disappears. Bummer. The world around me is getting bigger until finally I stop changing. My senses are telling me I’m a spider, man!
Thought I would try something new this weekend. 4 Words 1 Pic. The words are meant as inspiration for readers and writers alike to get motivated
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.
**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS*
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GET THE FUCK OUT ……..
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If Only He Knew…
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This is the button…..
So since my first story on MTB i have always considered Rugby challenge to be one of my favourites and i had a lot of guidance from Sean to get it out on the blog. Now 18 months later – I have decided to write a second part to it and see how you think it compares. Has my writing and style improved or got worse??
Either way – please read and enjoy the story – Comment and Vote – Thanks
At the end of rugby challenge and the end of the 2012 rugby season Jamie returned to his own body he didn't enjoy being in someone else's body and missed his own life and friends. He had hopes to re-join the first team for the next Season. This did not materialize and he ended up arguing with the bosses and left for another club and ending his contract a year early. He was gutted but needed to play rugby. It was his dream.
About half way through the next season, however, he felt home sick. His roots were with his home club, his home town. He needed to get back and he knew his only way was to trade his body with one of the players on his home team.
That's when my phone rang, I knew what he wanted as soon as his name popped up on the screen. He only ever rang me with body swapping queries.
