Hi, I thought I'd start to share some stats from the blog on the last Saturday of each month. Just shows the top ten and how many times the story has been viewed.
I looked over at Hayes. "You think this will work? Any sniff of trouble and they'll lock down the whole place."
"Look, trust me--I'm a professional."
I'd worked with so called professionals before, even then they've screwed up. "I'll take that on advisement," I snapped.
Haynes eyes narrowed, "Just wait and see, I don't think you'll be disappointed."
"They'd better not be any fuck-ups."
"This guy we're meeting, tell me about him."
"He's one of the guards, not very senior but he holds a majority of the key codes to the place."
"Trustworthy?"
I snorted a laugh, "Trusted by the top."
"So why's this guy want to help us out?"
"His kids sick, needs money for treatment."
"Well, we'll make sure he gets what he needs afterwards."
"You said you had a way for them to forget the meeting?"
"Yeah, I have my methods."
"How?"
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
"Just want to make sure there's no way to trace it back to me."
"I'm a pro--"
"Yeah, I know. You're a professional." He looked at me sourly, but said nothing.
As we approached the meeting place, I could see the guard. A strong well built man wearing all black. "About time," he muttered staring at me. "I'm due back in twenty minutes."
"So tell me Jack, how are we going to get back?" I snapped.
"Chill will you, just follow me."
I followed him into the grocery store. "What are we doing in here you idiot?" I asked following him up and down the isles.
"Just shut up," he moaned.
I sighed and followed him looking at my watch. "Come one, we need to get going."
Jack turned the corner at the back of the store and stopped, "Bingo."
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Hi, I thought I'd start to share some stats from the blog on the last Saturday of each month. Just shows the top ten and how many times the story has been viewed.
"Yeah, I'm right where I wanted to be, inside the richest kid on the West coast." I turned and saw John McKirkwell standing at the door.
"Romeo?"
He smiled, "Yeah." He held up his arms and turned in a circle. "And ain't I cute," he smirked.
I laughed, "Yeah, I guess. How long you going to stay in him?"
"Until one of us dies I guess, I have no intention of giving him up."
I looked over at Bruno, "So how did you do it?"
"Hung out as the dog for a couple of days, figured out John's routine and the security patrols. Bruno was more of a pet that a guard dog, slept on John's bed at night. Security posted outside at night." He looked in the mirror and picked at his hair, "On the third night I pulled myself out of Bruno, I clamped a hand over John's mouth and jabbed the needle into his neck--it was in the dog-suit." He shrugs, "Then it was just a matter of pulling John's skin on, and becoming the millionaires son."
"I'd guessed you were in when I got the package," I smiled flexing a bicep.
"Yeah, John--I had a gym session booked with Luis in the morning, I needed a way to get my bro' in the house and he was just in the wrong place at the right time."
"Shit man, I'm glad you did he's got an awesome body and a sweet girl at home."
John chuckled, "Yeah I thought you'd appreciate Luis."
"Oh yeah, fucked Amanda senseless last night." I suddenly realised what he was wearing, "So what's up with the fancy duds I thought you wanted a gym session."
He adjusted his bow tie. "I've got to attend a gala soon, thought I'd try on the suit. Besides, I wanted you to come with me as well."
"Really? I know its not Luis's type of thing."
John laughed. "No, I'll be going with my girl. I wanted you to be my security."
"Thought that was Tony's job."
John smiled. "It is." He led me through to another room--the gym. Laying on a bench was Tony, his arms limp, weights scattered across the floor.
Gus was a good man and very affable but lonely without anyone to share his life.
Outwardly he appeared to be happy, mostly because he sampled the moonshine he made (best in four counties according to his customers). Schooled no further than the sixth grade, life had been his teacher and he survived nicely, just without anyone close to him that he could get comfort from. He had been unwilling to take the risk to love someone for fear that he would get his heart broken.
He was about to get a lesson in what love and sharing with another person was like when one day a stranger dressed in a suit, tie, and all the trappings of one of them revenuer fellas came to visit. Gus greeted him with two buckshot loaded barrels of a shotgun intending to run him off his property for snooping around but Gus was won over by the stranger’s friendly enough manner and the two got along well so eventually Gus invited him for dinner instead. The two men sat drinking Gus’ corn squeezings for a good part of the evening until Gus fell into a deep stupor.
I pressed a button on the coffee machine and waited. It chugged and spluttered into a paper cup. It beeped satisfied that it had completed another successful delivery. I took a sip and winced, it was awful. I pulled up a chair and sat opposite Kurt. He looked up at me, a quizzical look on his face. "What is it Michael?"
I said nothing, waiting for the small room to empty. My eyes narrowed as I watched the last of the staff to leave for their next shift. I looked at the clock on the wall--two thirty, shouldn't be anyone around for the next hour.
"You should grow some balls Kurt," I growled.
He shifted nervously swirling the sludge at the bottom of his cup, "It's not easy you know."
"He's a waste of space, replace him."
He looked me in the eye, "I--" he paused, "I can't. Maybe you're right. Maybe I just don't have it in me to do it."
I stood up leaning over the table glaring at him. "You know I'm not sure you're the right man for the job."
"I--I can change. I'll try harder."
"You whine too much. You need to get a spine."
"Give me your face," I growled. "If you can't do it I will."
Late October and our scout leader had taken us into the deep dark woods for a camping trip. A slight wind stirred the air, crisp with the chill of a late autumn night as we huddled around a blazing camp fire. The smell of the fire mingled with the decaying aroma of leaves on the forest floor to create an eerie pallet for our impressionable minds. Beyond the brightly lit circle of our camp fire lay another world, a world of darkness and mystery, of horrors untold for wandering boys that dared to disobey their elders.
“Once a long time ago,” began our fearless leader, “in a place far away from here, nights of uneasy rest descended upon a city. Hysteria gripped the good citizens as a madman roamed the streets. Some knew him as a shadowy figure that dispatched his unsuspecting victims in truly gruesome fashion, lurking in the darkened alleys for his prey. Others thought of him as the Devil incarnate laying claim to lost souls. But to all in the East End he was known by one name, a name that struck fear into every able bodied person, male and female alike: Jack the Ripper.” As he spoke the name he jumped towards the fire, creating shadows that seemed to suddenly emerge from the depths of the dark forest, shadows ready to devour us. A collective shiver ran through the group as we nervously settled back into our places, the circle becoming a bit tighter than before.
Thanks to all the people that voted over the past few weeks. It's been a tussle for first place, and joint second! Have a look at the results below:
1st. Chain Letter 32
j/2nd. Dog Suit 28
j/2nd. Back to friends 28
4th. The Other Mitchell 18
5th. The Toy 14
6th. Brother Makes Two 10
7th. No Credit 8
8th. Turf Wars 8
9th. The Spark 7
I have something planned for next Seanday already, but I'll be concentrating on Chain Letter next. Then I'll flip a coin for Dog Suit or Back to friends, and as the weeks past I'll work my way down the remainder of the list.
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Hi, I thought I'd start to share some stats from the blog on the last Saturday of each month. Just shows the top ten and how many times the story has been viewed.
Tony Marinello woke up at 4:42 the next morning, three minutes before his alarm was set to go off.
“Fuck, dude,” he grumbled as he rolled around onto his back, revealing a noticeable tent in the sheets.
He tossed the sheets aside and looked down at his magnificent, naked body. He gave his abs a flex, and that’s when he noticed the dried cum that was splattered across his stomach. A little bit had even dried on the underside of his left pec.
“Fuck,” he thought, “Did I fuckin’ jack off last night before bed? I haven’t done that since I was a young dude.”
Of course, then he realized that he was a young dude. And the more the thought about the night before, the fuzzier it seemed to get in his mind.
“Dude, I must have had some fucked up dreams or some shit,” he reasoned to himself.
His alarm went off, bringing him back to the present. He gave himself a good stretch and pushed himself out of bed, his feet landing with a heavy thud on the floor. Then it was a hundred pushups and a hundred situps, as usual, all done completely naked and still totally rock-hard.
His heart now pumping, and his body glistening with sweat, he made his way to the bathroom. His hard dick bobbed heavily in front of him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, addressing his cock, “I’m about to take care of you in the shower, dude.”
Tony’s first appointment of the day was with a freshman named Jason Owens. The kid was easy to spot when Tony got to the gym. He was built all right, probably from wrestling in high school, but he looked nervous as hell. Tony puffed up his chest as he swaggered over and extended a hand.
“You Jason?” he said, looking down at the trembling freshman.
“Yeah,” Jason gulped, “That’s me. You’re Tony?”
“Yeah, dude,” Tony said, and then he remembered something very important, “Oh, shit. I wrote up a workout program for you and I fucking forgot it at home. Mind if I go grab it, dude? I live right around the corner. Promise I can be back in 10 minutes.”
It was now or never, after today I was likely to never see him again. Today was his last day in work. We were such close friends and I couldn't allow it to happen. He didn't want to leave but things were getting on top of him so he felt he had no choice.
We had a few options involving both of us body swapping with other members of the team. We both decided it was the best way for us to stay together.
The first option was for me to stay where I was. Or rather stay as who I was. It would mean he only had one choice of who to become. Otherwise he would have to become a woman and he didn't want that. I didn't like this option, mainly because I wanted the body swap opportunity, more so, I wanted his body. Another option was for us both to swap into 2 completely new people, new jobs, new bodies and new lives. Well at least they were new to us. We knew once we had started on the body switching quest that we could swap bodies any time we liked we just had to keep the lives we had chosen.
It's we thought about who to become I kept having to remind him that in effect we only had to pick the jobs we wanted. We weren't picking a body as the body the life/ job came with could easily be changed. He picked Faiz the produce manager. Didn't like his Asian/ Cypriot looking body but produce was where he wanted to be. I picked Matt. Again I didn't like his looks, he had horrible piercings and ear plugs. Harry Potter wanna be so I was sure I was going to change it... Checkout manager was going to be my new role.
Matt
Kevin--my nephew—pulled at me and whispered in my ear. "Glad you decided to bring me to the game uncle Tony," he sniggered. I smiled and flexed an arm as he took a picture.
"Thanks for inviting me Kevin," I whispered in his ear. I squeezed through the crowd inside the stadium, Kevin followed behind holding tight to my shirt. We ducked into a deserted stair well. "Kevin this is awesome," I said excitedly. "I know so much about your uncle now. Where did that stuff come from?"
"I found it in my brother David's bedroom. He's got a huge tub of the stuff."
"Can I have some?"
"Sure you can," he smiled.
"How did you find out about it though?" I said sitting on a step. Thoughtfully I rubbed at my new biceps; big and thick. Slipping a hand under my shirt I felt the tight torso of someone that visited the gym regularly. Pulling at the neck of the shirt I peeked down at the slabs of hairy meat and twitched them. Tony was a big man, none of his shirts could hide the fact, and I was inside him--wearing him like an oversized Halloween costume.
I felt a pull at my arm. "Listen!" My attention returned to Kevin.
Looks like Chain Letter is winning (22nd Oct) – vote more!
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After getting back from the bar late, I still couldn't realize I was in my brother's body. I had played the part of him so well his friends didn't even know what had happened. It had been well over the couple hours my brother had told me to get out of his body by. I knew when ever I would pull out of my brothers, I would be in a load of trouble, so I might as well enjoy the time in his body.
I pulled off the red t-shirt I had been wearing along with the pants. from memory I remembered my brother usually sleeps in his underwear. Smiling to myself, I pull up the covers and slipped into bed.
Morning came quick, probably since I only had a couple hours sleep. Yawning, I got out of bed and stretched my huge back. i almost forgot how big my brother was, and it felt so good to have all this muscle for once. Going downstairs, I realized that I was the only person home. Both my parents were out of town on business, and I was supposed to be home alone with my brother. Well technically i still am as I began to laugh.
While beginning to make cereal, a thought came across my mind, "Why the hell am i making cereal, when I have a car and a wallet full of money? I'm sure my brother wouldn't mind me using some of his money." I grabbed my brother's wallet and car keys and started to head to the door, when I caught my reflection in the mirror. My brother's body dressed in only some tight boxer briefs. Staring closer at his reflection, my brother really isn't a bad looking guy, I wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend? I drew his arms into a double bicep pose and flexed his abs. "Yeah I can definitely get used to this."
I thought I hid it very well. I was envious of my next door neighbor Jake. He was everything I wasn’t: tall, dark, handsome, well-built, and most of all he had the coolest motorcycle I had ever seen. I was obsessed with him. Hell I wanted to be him. It absolutely drove me wild seeing him dressed in his leathers riding his bike; maybe even wilder when he was lying on top of his bike half-dressed cooling down in the shade of his driveway after coming back from a ride. It just wasn’t fair! How could he look so hot?
I was so obsessed that I would get up in the morning just to watch him get on his bike and ride off to work. I would watch him anytime I could hear his bike pulling into his driveway or even if he was just working on it. But I thought no one noticed… After a day of shopping, my mother brought home a big box wrapped in brown paper.
I looked at James. "Fucking idiot," I muttered under my breath. He must have heard me as he glanced at me with a stony look.
He shifted, sliding away. "So who are you?" He hissed.
"Look just be cool. As far as you're concerned I'm David and I always have been."
He leaned over, "But you're not. I saw you go into him. I don't now how the fuck you did it, but you're not him."
I looked over, trying not to lose my cool. "You weren't meant to see that," I whispered. "Seriously he's fine. Just be cool with it OK?"
His eyes narrowed. "Seriously? You invade my friends body and expect me to be cool about it?"
Mr. Anthony Dodds shook his head as Andrew Jenkins sauntered out of his classroom. There was something different about that student lately, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Kids,” he muttered under his breath.
He picked the folded piece of paper that Andrew had left behind and went to toss it in the trash can at the front of the room underneath his desk. He must have missed the trashcan, because the note ended up sliding right into the front pocket of his briefcase.
When he got home that evening, he laid his briefcase down on the kitchen table just like he always did, and saw a corner of the paper peeking out from the pocket. Out of curiosity, he removed the note from his briefcase and unfolded it as he stood over the table.
At first glance, it looked like any other old note that got passed around his classroom. Some sort of little quiz that some student had come up with. Yes, he knew that mathematics wasn’t the most interesting subject for a lot of these kids, but was his class really that boring that someone had time to come up with an entire twenty-question quiz to pass around?
There was a short message at the top of the note:
To my new friend,
You had a long day dealing with all of those students. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did!
From,
Your new friend.
Mr. Dodds found it strange that the note referenced his day at school dealing with students. There weren’t any other instructions other than to answer the questions as truthfully as possible, and that “something bad” would happen if he didn’t complete the entire thing tonight. He chuckled when he read the title of the quiz.
"If You Were The Perfect Guy... Questionnaire."
“What will these kids think of next?” he said to himself.
Still, being a lonely bachelor at home on a Monday night with no other plans, he found himself cracking open a beer and sitting down at the kitchen table with a pen in hand
I love fucking school, love football and wrestling. Best times of your life--I agree one hundred per cent.
Taking a swig of water I spotted James taking a picture. I smiled and flexed my bicep for him, there was something about him--maybe he had a crush on me. I felt my cheeks warm and pushed the thought down.
I glanced back and he was still looking at me, almost in a dream. I thought about wrestling practice at lunch, the team were all kitted out in out leotards. I got matched with James, he was just a little smaller than me just. We'd been wrestling for five minutes or so. I'd pin him down most of the time, but I let him get on top of me sometimes. He's in the reserves, but he's got some good technique.
Wrestling and pinning someone always made me hard. Damn, it was difficult to hide my tent when I was wearing my uniform. But why the fuck should I worry, I had a hot body. Forty-six inch chest, even wider shoulders down to a thirty inch waist, damn I was perfect.
I'd been invited to one of Raymond's classic all-weekend parties; damn he really knew how to throw them. But I was having no luck with any of the good looking people, they were all buzzing around Ray--just like a honeypot.
Fuck-it, I was really getting pissed off so I retreated to the kitchen. I was having a quiet drink when the man himself came through the door to get some more ice. "What's up bro' your looking down."
"Pfft, you're stealing all my Kama Ray."
He flexed his arms. "Can't deny I'm at the top of my game bro'."
I walked in the dorm room and was surprised to see Matt Kirkland asleep on the bed. "What's tonight's challenge?" I asked John who was tapping away on his phone.
"Spend the night with Jessica Myleson," he replied with a grin on his face.
I sucked the air in through my teeth. "That's a tough one dude. She's like frigid," I retorted. Then it clicked. "Using Kirkland?" I asked pulling at the jock's leg--he didn't move. "So we're doing this one at a time?"
"No, both at the same time. She'll be here in about twenty minutes. Lets see who she leaves with," he said with a grin.
"Yeah I'm game." I knew Kirkland was on the football team, and had a strong body. I rolled him onto his front, and climbed on his back. I started to... well best way I can explain it is simply dry hump him. Inch by inch I forced myself inside the jock. I took a last gasp of air and pushed my head into his.
Rolling over I sat up, cracking my neck and stretching. "How much time have we got until she arrives?" I asked in Kirkland's voice.
"Ten minutes or so," he replied.
Hi, I thought I'd start to share some stats from the blog on the last Saturday of each month. Just shows the top ten and how many times the story has been viewed.
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