Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 4 (of 7)

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We continued our sexual exploits, only this time it was Mark's head bobbing back and forth. Whether it was Mark's thick neck or Sandy's perfect control he was able to take me all the way to the root. Sandy was right, there was a whole level of excitement knowing that the heavy shoulders and back writhing in front of me belonged to the very straight body of my friend Mark. With a grunt I exploded into his mouth and throat, and he gulped down every last drop of all I could muster.

He sat back with crossed legs and wiped his mouth. "Just needed the right body to do it in," he grinned. There was nothing I could say as I watched him get to his feet and head for the bathroom, I heard him gargling before returning.

"Beer?" I asked.

"Damn straight," he laughed. "And don't think that sucking you off is going to be a habit, I've got a reputation to hold up."

We returned to the bar, and slowly drank our way through some Margarita pitchers before going into the nightclub for the final time. I felt like a honeypot at the club with girls hanging off me, and asking for my number.

Mark organised the cab to the airport the next morning, living up to his Captain Sensible tag. When we arrived home I made sure the group held together. Terry revealed to the rest of the guys that he was bi, and was surprised that they were OK with it--even Mark.
As Mark's marriage to Becky approached we started to spend more time together. From time to time Sandy would pull out of Mark and show me how to possess people by myself. I'd practiced on Mark and found it surprisingly easy to get inside his much shorter frame.

Two weeks before the event I got a text from Mark saying that he was going to be away for a long weekend. He had arranged a bonding session with his soon to be brother-in-law Grant, who was going to be the best man. He sent me a picture with a wink.

Needless to say, I made my excuses and told my family I'd be seeing a friend over the weekend. Mark had booked a double at the hotel and sent me the address. Grant had left for the hotel's gym, and I'd met with Mark in their room. I was excited at the thought of getting inside Grant and spending the whole weekend with Mark.

I followed Mark to the gym. It was virtually empty and I could see Grant's impressive stature from across the weight room. "Thought you were going to bottle out," he shouted over to Mark above the clank of metal as he dropped the weights.

"No chance," Mark retorted and flexed a bicep. I made my way across the room and started with some light weights to warm up. Grant glanced over, but didn't take any notice.

After an hour when he removed his vest and wiped himself down I decided it was time. As he was posing in front of the mirror, I casually walked up behind him. He looked at me as I studied his form, "You look in great shape, how long have you been working out?"

He looked at me in the mirror. "Three years--on and off," he replied. I glanced at Mark who'd stopped working his chest and was watching me with a grin.

I flexed my arm, "How long do you think it would take for me to get a body like yours?"

"You're already pretty pumped as it is, maybe six to eight months?"

"Wrong, about five seconds," I snorted and easily slipped into his back. I felt a familiar rush as all that was Grant became available to me. Sandy had taught me well, and possessing someone was just as easy as blinking.

I turned and looked at Mark, "I'm done here," I sniffed at my armpit, "and I need a shower," I added with Grant's gravelly voice. Mark joined me and traced my shoulders, pecs and abs with his hand. I flexed a powerful bicep and he kissed it. "You like that?" I asked him.

"Sure do, brother-in-law. but now I think you should shower, because you stink."

With a confident swagger I headed for the showers, Mark followed me. In the steaming showers we washed each other, I laughed to myself wondering if this was the kind of bonding that Grant was expecting.

Wrapped in luxurious robes we headed back to the room, I wasn't shy in Grant's body and dropped the robe as soon as we arrived. In the mirror I inspected Grant's body more closely. I touched his face, feeling the stubble, and drew in close to the mirror and stared into his grey eyes knowing that somewhere behind them I was there, in control. I felt Mark's hand on my back, "You know I still can't get used to this, I think of myself as Daniel now. But getting into someone else--this easily is still amazing."

I picked up Grant's wash bag and pulled out his deodorant, I raised an arm and stopped looking at his muscles as they striated. "You know Grant doesn't see the beauty in his body so much now," I commented as I wiped the stick a few times into my armpit and then repeated it with the other.

"Maybe it's the new eyes that see the beauty again?" Mark replied.

"I guess," I concluded as I used some wax from the bag and worked it through my hair, plucking and pulling it into place. I finished and turned my head left and right picking at the last of spikes into place.

I left Mark to pamper himself while I picked out some clothes Grant had brought with him. Deciding on some black underwear, black straight leg pants and a tailored white shirt. As I pulled the shirt over my back I was beginning to realise how naturally confident Grant was with his body. I buttoned up the shirt that hugged at my torso leaving sufficient buttons undone to display my acquired cleavage.

I'd been so wrapped up in myself that I'd only just realised that Mark had finished dressing and was waiting for me. "Shall we get some dinner— Grant?"

I smiled, "Great idea." We had steaks of course, and retired to the bar when we'd finished. We sat at a table and talked about the wedding while sipping some whisky. It wasn't until the barman told us he'd be closing soon that we realised it was past 1am.

Back in the room, Mark discarded his clothes where Grant's tidy nature ensured that I hung all mine up. Mark sat in bed expectantly, and I looked at him suspiciously. "Want to join me?" He asked patting the bed.

I rolled my eyes. "OK." I slipped into bed with him, still wearing underwear--Grant always did. We looked at each other for a moment and then Mark turned over and nestled in close to me. His strong back tensed and relaxed against my chest. I whispered goodnight as I leaned across taking his hand in mine.

--- END OF PART FOUR