Last Seandays: The Art of Subterfuge

I wouldn't say I was bad, hell, some people would call me nice. Well maybe.

I'm always looking to make an easy buck, and not afraid to step on anyone to get it. I guess you'd blame my parents, and I'd probably agree with you.

I was brought up on a ranch--as soon as I was able to talk they told me that I was an unwanted child. It wasn't until I was older that I really understood what they meant.

They treated me like staff, he'd give me a wage and she'd take it away telling me it was for room and board. As soon as I was old enough I ran away--to the city.

I spent years running, trying to put as many miles between me and the people I hated.

I'd settled in Kirkborough, a small town near to the Mexico border where the people were friendly. I'd got into a routine working for a living--in a coffee shop, although this time I was on a wage where I could afford a room and have some money left over.

My life changed when I saw Zack Selland crossing the road--I recognised him from the shop--he was a cool dude always friendly.

I'd been sitting on a bench he glanced over and I waved, he looked confused--as if he'd never seen me before. As he broke in a jog his wallet fell from his pocket. I shouted out, but he ignored me.

Picking up the wallet, I flipped through it--easily $500--WOW! If he was a nobody then the cash would be making my life easier but he always tipped well. I looked up and saw him turn a corner, and I gave chase.

Last Seandays: Under the skin

So where have I been for the past couple of weeks? Well as I’ve been trapped for a while I wanted to spread my wing a bit and perform some body hopping…

It’s true, I’ve had some fun in Ryan but it was time for a change.

Of course there were few that weren’t intimidated by Ryan’s physical size. I was out in the Mall, checking out some clothes; it was always fun to strip off my shirt in the shop and try stuff on – just for the looks from others.

It was in one of the many shops I spotted Chris, a lot smaller and younger than Ryan, but damn cute in his own way. I watched as he picked up a sweater and made his way to the fitting rooms. I followed him in…

I walked into the room, all the doors to the closets were open apart from one. I walked Ryan over to the closed door knocked on the door.

Seanday Lunch: Inside and Out

Jerry had been pushing Ben around at the party. Jerry was your typical hard headed bully. He stood in front Ben, and grabbed his shirt, lifting him off the ground. Ben flinched away from the giant's face, and glimpsing Jerry's bicep threatening to burst through the sleeve of his white shirt.

"You fucking queer!"

"Hey! What's going on Jerry, leave him alone!" a girl called out.

Jerry dropped Ben like a hot potato, and spun on his heels. The shout came from his girlfriend Jodie.

"We were just messin'," he laughed. He looked at Ben, and scowled. "Isn't that right buddy?" Ben said nothing, and staggered against the wall.

"Jerry, stop bullying people. If I see you doing it again, we're finished!" Jodie--with a flick of her head--turned and stormed off.

Jerry's gaze returned to Ben. "See what you made me do, now I'll have to be fucking nice until she forgets. You're going to pay so much for that..."

He bully glanced around, and then grabbed Ben by the scruff of the neck and marched him into the kitchen. Inside, he growled at the collection of teens to get out. No one was going to argue.

Ben's had his doubt that he would escape Jerry unblemished. Of course, he had the option to get inside the bully, but that thought only revolted him.

As Jerry's pulled back, there was a shout from the door.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Jerry glanced over, it was Calum; Jodie's brother.

"Well, this fucking queer was coming onto me!" Jerry spitted. Ben just pulled a face and slowly shook his head.

Seanday: Lost and Found

He showed me a few pictures of 'Dylan' from last week. I looked at them with only a vague memories.

Matt had been depressed after learning that he'd lost his brother while on duty and I'd somewhat foolishly showed him my shapeshifting abilities.

Seanday Reloaded: The Exchange

“Fuck, give me a chance. Taking new forms isn’t a walk in the park - cunt!” Danny’s persona was strong and I could feel it sweeping over me.

Pulling on his boxers and shorts, only reinforce Danny’s aggression; the last memories he had before I fought him to the ground knocking him out.

Danny’s tattoos bloomed across my new chest and arm, closing my eyes I concentrated and his thick eyebrows and tight cropped hair formed.

I looked over at the original and kneeled over him, pulling off his loose basketball vest.

With deep loathing I pulled a punch catching him squarely in the face, “That’s for struggling and that last punch.”, I touched a soft spot on my face and winced.

Mirror Images

by Cris Kane

"Ramon!"

Esteban leaned through the open car window and pressed firmly on the horn. He had been attempting to summon Ramon for the past ten minutes, to no avail. Agitated, Esteban glanced at his platinum Patek Philippe. He was in no danger of missing his flight, as he was important enough that the airline would delay takeoff if he had not yet arrived. In fact, the only person on earth who didn't jump into action immediately upon Esteban's command was his son.

At long last, Ramon shuffled drowsily out of the front door of the chalet, scratching his fingers through his short sandy hair. Ramon was trim and fit in his preferred ensemble of a zipper-front black polo, matching black cargo pants, and gleaming white trainers. Bored by the tedium of choosing a new combination of clothes each morning, he had settled on this outfit several years ago and rarely wore anything else. He was so fastidious about his appearance that, the moment his shoes became slightly soiled or scuffed, Ramon would discard them in favor of a fresh pair, and he was so spoiled that his father allowed him to continue this wasteful practice, even now as he reached adulthood.

"What is it, papa?", Ramon grumbled with annoyance, squinting even on such an overcast day. An outsider might chalk up this morning irritability to a hangover, but Ramon was too particular about his body to contaminate it with alcohol.

Seanday Snack: The Deal

"Casey, comeon' bro we shook on it. A deals a deal," Brad muttered.

"No, no way. I've got a date with Judy tonight," Casey retorted.

"Then why did you agree on the bed dumb ass?"

Casey swallowed, "Because I thought I'd win."

"There's nobody better than me at hunting, and you can't go back on the bet. You might be my brother, but I'm not going to let you weasel out of it."

"Dude, we can do it next weekend--I promise!"

"Nah, doesn't work like that. It was your idea to pick the day, you chose Thursday, you knew I would be going to Daytona and thought you'd get in there for free." Brad chuckled, "I knew you were going to the lake this weekend with Judy. Bro' you fucked up big time."

"But I thought--

Casey frowned at his brother, "Wait! You cheated!"

"Don't even go there bro' I don't have a shit load of meat in the freezer because I shop at Costco!"

"Fuck!", Casey yelled at the top of his voice.

"Shout all you want bro' ain't nobody around to hear," Brad chuckled.

"But Judy?"

"I'll do the right thing, you can trust me bro'."

"I guess, but you'll have to tell me what you did, 'cos you know I won't remember any of it," Casey sighed.

"Sure," Brad said dismissively. "Look you know how this works, you have to give up willingly. Maybe you'll have better luck next time and you can ride my pretty ass around."

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 6 (of 7)

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PART FOUR or PART FIVE

I walked into the storeroom. On the table was an identical suit to the one Mark was wearing. The girl; I now knew as Jill was holding out a white shirt. "Try this on for size," she told me. I pushed each arm inside as she held it up, and then pulled it over my shoulders. I turned around and she started to button it up. "It's tailored, so should be a snug, close fit around your middle."

Smiling I pushed all of Grant's confidence to the fore. "You're a beautiful woman, stunning. My friend's talking to his fiancée. I'd like to find out if you're a snug close fit around my middle." I rolled my shoulders tightening the shirt across my chest.

Her eyes widened, as if a wish had been granted. She said nothing, but pushed the suit aside hopping onto the table. "You sure your friend won't come to find you?" She asked pulling at her panties. I shook my head as I pulled at my underwear, freeing my hardening dick.

Leaning across her, I kissed her gently, then more deeply, slowly laying her to the table. Unbuttoning her blouse, I eased my hands inside and freed her breasts and sensuously massaging them. She murmured something between kissing, but it made no sense. I reached down and took my dick. From memories I knew it to be about eight inches, but it was thick. Even as I touched it I was surprised at its weight as I'd never had the opportunity to experience it hard. She let out a gasp as I pushed in deep, the fit more than snug--tight, almost restrictive. Pulling back, I paused and pushed again--a little harder. Each time I ploughed deeper, the louder she moaned. I was pacing the rhythm and she was keeping up. The tightness, warmth and dampness only made me want more. Beads of sweat began to pepper my forehead as the pace slowed, but each stroke only became more purposeful, and the harder she pushed back. I felt my butt clench, my abs tighten and with a lingering growl I pumped five loads into her. We both paused, catching our breaths. Bracing myself against the table I pushed myself up, unceremoniously pulling myself clear. The shirt clung to my torso, damp with sweat and sticking to my back. I unbuttoned it, and peeled it off as Jill eased herself off the table. Her long hair was tangled, and she tried to fix it--unsuccessfully. Her attention turned to her clothes, she pulled at her panties fixing them in place as best she could. I handed her the shirt. "Sorry, hope that's not the only one," I asked. "Have you got any--," I gestured to my groin and she pointed at a box of tissues.

"That's our only shirt in that size, but I can have it cleaned by the time you need to pick it up next week."

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 5 (of 7)

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The next morning I woke to find myself alone in the bed, opposite Mark sat slumped in a chair, his head back staring at the ceiling. A few moments later Sandy walked in from the bathroom, "Oh you're awake, I didn't want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "How long has Mark been like that?"

"About half an hour," she replied.

"That long?"

"He's been taking a lot longer to wake up recently. I'm wondering if its because I've been inside him for such a long time."

I sucked on my lip, "At least he still wakes up."

She just shrugged. "Say, you want to swap today?"

"If you like," I replied a little reluctantly. I threw the quilt to one side and sat on the edge of the bed stretching. I pondered on the fact that I'd be losing Grant as I gently rubbed my thick pec. Trying to push the thought from my mind I got to my feet, leaving Grant still sitting on the bed. Devoid of any control his body relaxed and fell to the bed.

I glanced at Sandy's naked form and blushed a little, still feeling the embarrassment from the teenager's mind that I now shared. "I can't believe you still blush when you see me like this," she smirked as she hugged me, "you're something special Daniel." Maybe I was, a thirty-four year old hiding in a teenager's body.

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.

Icing

By Carlos Palanca

Tristan waits anxiously for his friends, Matt and Mike to arrive at his house. They called earlier and told Tristan that they want to show him something. Hours passed and Tristan kept waiting for his friends to arrive. He kept himself busy by checking his Instagram feed.

By 3pm, the doorbell rang. Tristan unlocks the door and opens it without checking who is standing on the other side of it. Tristan says, “It’s about time you guys showed--”

Tristan stopped talking as he was completely shocked that it was someone else, a stranger to be more precise. Tristan apologizes and tells the stranger that he thought that he was his friends

The stranger says “You know that you should be more careful when you open the door to someone because you never know what that person is capable of!”

Tristan apologizes again.

The stranger asks him if he is at the right address and if he is Tristan.

Tristan was shocked to hear what very muscular stranger asked.

He tells the stranger that he is Tristan and asks him, “Can I help you?”

Seanday Off: The Big Squeeze

It had already been a long day, the team had been working hard for qualification at the end of the week. The six of of them stood in a circle breathing heavy dripping with sweat.

“You’ve done great today guys, but we all have to but more effort into this..” Carl punches the palm of his hand for effect, “.. the league starts this weekend and we need to get as many of us into the key positions within the game.”

As captain, Carl looked around at his team; Jerry, Phil, Steve, Kevin and the new guy Rory. Each one of them was strong and stocky, typical wrestler build.

It had been a long four hours, Carl had worked them all hard but now it was getting late so he sent them all for a shower.

He watched them all turn and leave for the locker room, he went through his mind on how he could improve each one of them, make each one of them better!

Carl was impressed by the new kid Rory who joined only a couple of days ago, a bit shorter than the rest of them but just as stocky.

He watched Rory’s tight bubble butt as he walked back with the guys.

Seanday ReCap: Making My Brothers

I looked down at Alex and Tony laying on the bed together. They looked up at me smiling, both giving me the thumbs up.

My mind wandered back to the first time I met Alex.

Damn I’d been so lucky to find him, cute full lips, blond hair and a jocks body to die for. All this wrapped up in a perfect personality that was caring and considerate.

I was only 19 and had been a bit of a body hopper, jumping from person to person not feeling settled in any way. I never really felt anything for the people I jumped, not ever. But I hated myself after I tricked Alex in the lift.

It was an old ploy, buy a bag of something. You get in the lift with the guy and drop the bag, people will always help you pick the stuff up, it’s in their nature.

This time it was apples and as they tumbled across the floor Alex bent over in front of me to pick one of them up, that’s when I slipped inside him.

Seanday Extra: Birthday Suit

So it's my birthday (yes it really is), and I'm laying in bed flipping though my Tumblr dashboard when something hit me in the face.

I looked around, and spotted an envelope on the floor. Curiosity took me and I threw the blankets back and leaned over to pick it up. My skin pimpled as I studied object.

Opening it, I found it was a card. With a simple "Happy Birthday" on the front, inside was a message:

Make your own Birthday Suits with the sticker. Each application will last up to 24hrs, peel it off when you need release, then use it again.

Have fun, and enjoy your Birthday Suit(s).

I looked at the sticker; round, with the words "My Birthday Suit" printed on the surface. There was a note at the bottom of the sheet, must make contact with the skin. I chuckled and looked around, a joke maybe?

Outside, I heard a noise--cussing, my little bro'. A pondered and looked at the sticker, "Worth a try," I chuckled. Slipping on some underwear I followed the noise to the bathroom, I went in to find my bro' snapping a picture.

He looked at me a little startled, "I'm done, it's all yours now. Oh, and Happy Birthday bro'."

"Cheers bro'," I smiled and slapped the sticker on his arm.

Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt3

Previously.... part1, part2.

There was laughter in the gym. I peered around the corner, it was Jackson; he'd returned.

I looked at the giant, and Tony. I'd already taken a dislike to this Jackson guy, and I was getting an idea.

"Guys, what this guy is doing is wrong," I said.

Tony looked at Hassan, currently occupied by my little bro'. "Really? How's that different to what Jay's doing?"

"Jay hasn't stolen a shit load of money!"

"I want my money back," Hassan growled.

"Bro' it's not your money."

"Feels like it, anyway it's not right, I want it back!"

"That's what I had in mind," I explained.

"Then what?" Tony asked.

I grinned, "I've no problems using the capsules, just need to make sure we don't fuck up people's lives."

Tony shrugged, then nodded.

"So what's the plan," the giant muttered.

Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt2

Previously.... Read it here.

My friend, Tony, grasped my shoulder, "We can't just leave him like that."

We both argued for a while, I told him we'd get the blame. Said the Arabs could easily fuck us up big time. Tony continued to argue, but then stopped abruptly.

I looked at him, then for my kid brother Jay, but he wasn't there. Something was holding Tony's interest; behind me. It was then I heard it, a gulping, gargling noise; a quiet struggle.

Slowly I turned, afraid of what I might find.

"Jay, NO!"

Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt1

I followed Tony to the locker room, his vest was slick with sweat and clung to his back. I watched his ass pendulum back and forth in his shorts. Damn, had he been working out his glutes?

"Hey wait up!" I looked around to see my kid brother Jay calling. "You guys going already?"

"Jay, it's 2am, me and Tony need something to eat."

"Sweet, I'm starved. Can you sub me?"

"Again? Mom and dad have just left, have you spent your allowance already?"

"Kinda," Jay muttered.

"Jesus, they're away for the week!"

"Come on!" Tony yelled from around the corner. "I need burgers and fries!"

I jogged around the corner, glancing at my reflection in the mirror and ran face first into Tony's meaty chest. "Oof, fuck!" I groaned, bouncing off the man-mountain and falling backwards. He grabbed me, pulled me up, and my face planted itself into his chest. His smell almost knocked me out, two hours in the gyms worth. "Shit, you need a shower!"

Guest Post: The Doppelganger

Guest Post by Anon.

"Hey Tyler great job playing on Friday!" I look up to see one of the older football coaches looking towards my direction. Confused at first, I turn to see no one behind me. Then I turn to see the coach in front of me.

"Sorry about not congratulating you on the win but I ended up having to leave the game early and I tried to catch you in the locker room before but you looked busy. Wait you were still in the locker room when I left. How'd you get out here already?"

I'm really dumbfounded at this point, and manage to stare blankly towards the coach. Luckily the coach continues on. "Oh you kids these days, I'm getting too old." He chuckles as I do the same so I don't make the situation more awkward then it is. He then goes to say he has to go do something, and congratulates me one more time and pats me on my back.

I'm left standing there still confused as hell. A headache begins as I scratch my head. As I'm scratching I feel short cropped hair. My hair is longer then this. "Fuck." I curse to myself as I figure out what had just happened.

As I try to locate the nearest bathroom, several other students I never talk to come up to me and either smile, nod or even congratulate me on the game.

Coming into the bathroom the mirror is directly in front of me and my suspicions are right. "Holy shit I can't believe this happened again." I say as I grab my face and push my hand through the short hair. The reflection of my schools quarterback greets me. I open up my jacket to find my t shirt straining against the fabric, holding back Tyler's muscles.

Before anyone else has a chance to see, I duck into a stall and transform back into myself. To my relief my own reflection greets me as I head out of the bathroom.

Seanday Ready: Scrubs up well

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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"Ahh, sir. Nice to see you again," the shopkeeper smiled. "I assume you're here to look for something for the party?"

I bit on my lip, "Yeah last year was a really amazing."

"We have a couple of new deals," the shopkeeper looks at me thoughtfully. "As you're a regular customer."

"Tell me more," I grinned.

"Well for a standard deal, we've extended the rental to a month."

"Wow! That's generous, anything else?"

"You can purchase an identity, but it's expensive. $25k."

I sucked in my breath, "That's steep."

He smiled, "But you don't have to pay until after you've accepted your new identity."

The wheels in my head started to turn. If I became a millionaire, $25k would only be a drop in an ocean. "I like that idea. Show me what you have on offer."

"Sure," the shopkeeper pulled out a binder and flipped through some pages. He turned the book around, "have a look through these see if there's anything that interests you."

Seanday Break: Family Responsibilities

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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It had been one hell of a day at school today. I'd been around the back of one of the temporary buildings with Maverick having a smoke of some of his special stuff when Richardson; one of the teachers, had caught us. He'd marched us across to the principles office, and he'd laid into us with the usual, as seniors you're meant to be setting an example to the other students. I just bit my lip and took it like a man, but when he told me he wanted my father here this afternoon to discuss discipline I balked. I had no option but to agree to have him visit after school.

I'd worried about it all afternoon, and when I returned to the restaurant that our family owned I discovered that a paid event was in full flow. Trudging around the guests I found my father, with his friend Terry. I lived with my father, and my older brother above the restaurant, my mother had divorced him when she came back one day and found him in bed with Terry. My brother and I decided to stay with him, but that's another story.

"Can I talk with you privately," I asked him.

"Sure son," he replied. "Terry, can you give me five minutes? Help yourself to the buffet." Terry nodded, and my father followed me out and up the stairs to the apartment.

"What's the problem son?"

"Just drop it will you, all the son shit," I snapped at my father. "One of the teachers caught me smoking, and they want to see you at the school at six tonight."

"John, that's the third time this month. Was you with Maverick again?"

I looked him in the eye. "And what the fuck has it got to do with you? Now shut up and strip."