Last Seandays: Jack's Back

I walked into the locker room; Jack was waiting. "What time do you call this you fucker!" he growled at me.

I shrugged, "What's the matter pretty boy, I'm only ten minutes late."

"Fuck you! I'm meant to be meeting Trevor now. You know the agreement, I do the sport and you do the straight stuff. Claire has called six times by the way," he muttered pulling off his clothes. He stood there stretching his tight lean body. "Close the doors you idiot."

Last Seandays: Taking Your Medicine

I watched Robbie Schnyder, quarterback for the school, from the bleachers as the team practiced. He was amazing at all the school's sports, in fact they had a whole cabinet dedicated to his trophies. He was a good looking fuck as well, not that I looked ugly or anything, it's just he was going places--I wasn't.

It was his last year at college, he'd already got university covered and--I heard--a modelling career.

I glanced at Robbie's girlfriend, a few seats away--Kirsty Williamson. She was beautiful; lean and shaped perfectly, but she had a reputation, a gold digger. She glanced over and smiled. I wondered how many guys she'd been with, and whether Robbie even knew. She pouted and blew me a kiss, I felt my cheeks start to flush.

Last Seandays: Complementary Swap

Danny walked out looking like the schools top football player; “How do I look?”

“Amazing” came the reply, “Yeah, felt really strange pulling on his clothes, his body is twice as big as mine” replied Danny.

They both looked at the unconscious original naked on the bed. “I really appreciate this Tony, can’t believe I’m going out with the guys and meeting up with Claire tonight.”

“Not a problem man, you go off and enjoy yourself, I’ll make sure Brett here doesn’t wake up.” Danny left to enjoy himself, while Tony had his own plans for the evening.

Stripping, Tony sidled up to Brett and whispered in his ear “It’s ok man he’s gone now”, with that Brett open his eyes and smiled at Tony; “Fuck it’s hard acting the straight jock all the time, great idea of yours to get guys to take my place all the time...”

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: Fractured

"Jesus, I never realised how hard these guys worked," I gasped pulling off my helmet, and then realised there were still other players around--I snapped my mouth shut hoping nobody heard me.

"Shit, I think I'm overheating or something," I gasped, I felt the world start to spin as I pulled up the tight shirt trying to get some air. It did little to help, my pads below were just as tight.

I was on the verge of passing out when I heard distant voices, and then the skies opened drenching me in ice water. "Better?" I heard a voice chuckle behind me, turning I recognised the face of Joe.

"Jeez, Joe what are you trying to do--drown me?" I spluttered.

"Fine," he muttered, "next time I'll let you pass out and die."

I coughed up some water and thanked him. It seemed to have worked, I felt a lot better. "Thanks bro' it was just a bit of a shock." He nodded, and told me that I owed him a beer.

I should have known how demanding the game was, I had access to Carl's memories after all. But the raw anger, and ruthlessness to win were so overwhelming that I only dared to dip into them the once.

Seanday Story: Never too Big

"I can't do it," I said as my form shifted back.

"Why not? You didn't have any problems looking like Mike," James complained and showed me another picture.

"He's not that much taller," he said, "if you could be him it'll be awesome." He looked away nervously and added, "I've got the keys to his house."

"How did you get those?" I asked.

"Don't ask," he replied.

I frowned, "I'm asking, tell me!"

James sighed. "I walk his dog, he's going away for a month and he's asked me to feed and walk the dog while he's away."

"So why all the interest in this guy?"

James put a hand on my chest. "He's a male escort and not just the arm candy type."

"Oh?" I was getting interested.

"Yeah, looks after all types of clientele," he tells me, "that's why he's got a Lamborghini parked in the garage!"

"So what are you suggesting? Be this guy for the weekend?" I asked. "What do you get out of it?"

"Think of the bigger picture, this guy is going to be out of the country for a whole month! You can move in!" James said.

Second Career as Chester Bennington

By Slick Psych

Last night, I had knocked out early from my retirement party, satisfied, but bored. Not much left to do, after my wife passed on a few years ago. Yet, somehow, I woke up with a nasty hangover. Once I came to and splashed water to clear my vision, I found myself looking at a very different reflection. The guy I now saw looking back was a lot younger and quite heavily tattooed. I now have several of those piercings that young men are so fond of nowadays. I somehow knew I shouldn’t be complaining, though, to find myself in a much more attractive body. Nice and fit and skinny too. Perhaps fate had given me a second chance at a new career. And maybe a more fulfilling sex life. I already feel a lot more energy than I did when I was his age. And young men seemed to be a lot more open to homosexuality these days, especially in the more alternative scene. I vaguely recall this attractive Asian guy, now that this body’s memories are starting to come to me. Looking at my new reflection, I think I’ll do fine for myself as this “Chester” guy. Yeah, I like that name. Now to go into the stall and see what I’m now packing.

TGIF: Don't Peek!

by TS Escher

Quietly, I clutch the knob and twist it. The door to my bedroom opens with a groan. I step into the hallway and tiptoe toward the living room, careful to avoid waking my parents.

As I pass their door, I notice it is cracked open. I steal a glance inside, ensuring my parents are fast asleep. Thankfully they are— my dad cradling my slumbering mother in his arms.

I should correct myself. I call them my parents at their request. After my parents died, I was moved from home to home. Now that we’re marking our third Christmas together, I am trying on the words ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for now.

Pulling myself away, I continue my travels.

"Don't peek!" my new mother's voice echoed in my head. She knew I tended to sneak presents early, so my efforts this year were especially daring. As I would be heading off to college soon, this would be my last Christmas at home. Why spoil the tradition now?

TGIF: Exchange of Power

by TS Escher

“Do you know what I do, Mark?” the boy asks me in a dangerous tone. He looks oddly confident in his dirty white tank top. Relaxed even.

"I do," I reply, fidgeting while sitting backward on a chair, feigning casual. It creaks under my substantial weight. I catch myself in the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a tight pair of black underwear. Emotion wells up inside of me. I feel exposed. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable.

To distract myself, I take a moment to survey the dimly lit hotel room. Under the boy's instructions, we are only allowed one lamp with a low watt bulb.

Serial Seduction, pt 3

by TS Escher
 

READ PT1, PT2

In… then out… My pupils dilate as the garden blurs. I release a sigh. It is surprisingly full and confident. I have learned my lesson and am getting an early start, but this time, without a plan. If I am going to fuck Brian (or if he is going to fuck me), it is now or never.

Blissfully, I close my eyes. I feel myself rise off the ground and float through the fence and into the gym.

TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 2

by TS Escher

READ PT1 HERE

Deep breath in, and out…. in and out. The meditation patio outside of the gym begins to blur. This change of scenery is backfiring – I can’t focus. My next vessel is staring at me through the window as he jogs on the treadmill. Okay, I’m flattering myself. Looking past me as he jogs on the treadmill. Better?

I take another deep breath…He looks like he has a tight little ass. Yes. He must. I search my memory for more detail about him; the little twink that had his eye on Nate in the locker room last week. FOCUS, DAMNIT! You’re wasting time.

I close my eyes and let the darkness take me. Its' inky black depths remind me of my future vessel's black workout outfit. How it hugs his tight little body. A body that will soon be mine.

My feet begin to rise, floating once again. A man on a mission, my eyes trained on the target. A twenty-something with floppy hair, dripping with sweat and adorableness. Every straight man on Earth would drop everything that mattered just to sink their cock into his tight, creamy ass.

Seanday Reloaded: What’s up Son?

I walked over and gave Jack a fatherly hug pulling him in close to my heavy chest, but he pushed away.

“What's the matter son?”

Jack looked at me with a suspicious eye, “For a start my Dad never calls me son!”

“Ahh, I guess I should call you Jack then?”

“And he’s never hugged me in my life!” Jack mumbled

“Shit, really screwed it up for you eh?”

“Yeah kinda, took a while to get my dad to drink that stuff you know?”

“Yeah I know, kinda big commitment from me as well pulling on this heavy suit and becoming your dad.”

“I know, but my dad was shit and you got thrown out of your house by your parents. You know my dad would never have let you lived with me, now we’ve fixed both problems.”

Jack looked around and checked no one was around before pulling his dad in giving him a kiss.

Seanday Lunch: Best Man for the Job

Kurt was surprised to find me in his hotel room.

"What the fuck," he managed to yell before I silenced him with a single gesture. He stood there, mouth gaping, eyes wide, with a confused look on his face.

"Trying to figure out why you can't talk or move?" I asked, of course he said nothing. His mouth moved, but nothing came out.

I could see he was grinding his teeth. He scowled, and I was grateful that he was under my control. Kurt was a big man, thick and strong. His attitude and persona was just as big; I'd been watching him act like a jerk--the big man at the wedding reception. He was the grooms best man, and I'd seen the bride had her eyes on him as well.

Guest Post

by RandomJack

For the past month, Andrew had been experiencing random blackouts without any warning. It all started one day when he was working out in the college gym when he experienced the first one. At one moment he doing bicep curls, focusing on completing his sets, and suddenly he blanked out. When he came to, Andrew was suddenly in a different part of the gym and found himself in the midst of showing off in front of the glass mirror with his shirt off. Andrew looked around bewildered and quickly put his shirt back on, unsure what just happened. I must be too tired from working out, he thought but he soon realized this was something more than a single incident.

The second time Andrew had a blackout, he was about to head out to his business class, but right when he was about leave his dorm room with his book bag on, it occurred again. When he came back to, Andrew found himself not on his way to class, but instead lying down on his bed naked. “Not again!” Andrew gasped, as he unexpectedly realized his hand was grasping his erect member. Andrew let go in shock as he got up and looked down at his body to find his cum dripping down his abs and hand. Andrew quickly started cleaning himself in disbelief, when his roommate Alex groggily woke up from his nap and looked over.

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 Squirt: Not Right

I was walking through Central Square, when I saw something that made my gut wrench. My bro', Josh was sitting with that queer from school. Damnit, that was the last straw. He'd been acting weird for the past few days. The other guys hand't noticed, he knew everything, played football--as he always did, but there was something different.

The Date

By Carlos Palanca

“You’re going down, man!” exclaimed Lucas as he turned his black cap around, putting the visor behind his head.

“Oh, please!” replied Conner. “You couldn’t beat me even if your life depended on it!”

“Yeah right!” said Lucas sarcastically.

Lucas and Conner are best friends and at the same time, roommates in their apartment, which is located a block away from the university that they attend to. Just a month ago, as they were on a camping trip, they found a naked guy, lying around the woods. They though that the man was dead but it turns out that the guy was a bodysuit! They only read something about it online but they never really thought that these things exist. Now, they take turns using the suit and having fun with it. The even got a hot girlfriend for the guy, with either Lucas or Conner in control of course.

Now, Tanner, the name of the guy/bodysuit has a date with Kate, the girlfriend. The two best friends are settling who will be the one who will be wearing the suit and both of them are very eager to be the one who will wear Tanner.

Seanday Break: What are you doing?

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’s great of you to invite me out to your cabin uncle Jack,” Tony grins.

“No problem son, I’ve been meaning to bring out here for a long time.”

Tony couldn’t believe his eyes; what an opportunity to be out here with his with his hunky uncle in a isolated cabin in the mountains. He glanced over to the heavy built guy, tight crop haircut—something Jack picked up from his time in the marines— broad shoulders, heavy pecs and biceps that stretched the fabric of his check shirt.

Jack pulled over grinning and turned to looked at Tony. “What?” he laughed.

“Are we there?” Tony asked. Jack just grinned and unbuttoned his jeans pushing his hand down inside. “What the fuck are you doing?” Tony stammers.

A wry grin pulls across Jack’s face. “Nothing you wouldn’t be doing if you was sitting here I bet,” Jack retorts.

“What?” Tony stammers.

Jack gets out of the truck and hikes his jeans up. “Get out Tony.”

Tony gets out, a little uneasy. “What’s wrong?” he asks looking around, the road is deserted.

Seanday Fillers: Another Take

"Damn, you scored big time," Tony chuckled taking another photo.

"Have I ever let you down?" I replied putting a strong arm around Tony's shoulders.

He looked at me and tipped his head, "Like those kids?"

"It was only a week," I groaned and shoved him. "Besides, it was your idea."

Tony's mouth dropped open. "How so?"

Seanday Shorts: Professional Taker, pt3

Read pt1 and pt2 here

I watched as Tony left the station. Walker's body was big, and strong, but it was uncomfortable despite its size. I scanned his mind, even though I'd put him to sleep I was able to extract any information I needed.

He was about 280, maybe even 300lbs, it had been a while since he last weighed himself. He was a powerlifter, his destiny had been cast as soon as the coach had seen him. He'd been successful, many medals to his name, but inevitably it came to the point when he wondered how it would help him in any future career. It was only by chance that he'd stumbled into the police force, it was a small town and as such didn't need a large officer count. When you know people, it's easy to make a place for yourself. Walker moved through the ranks, and ended up being the sergeant with two officers.

His two men or 'boys' as he called them, were both as dumb as rocks, a couple of football jocks. No real education, and now they just provided the 'official' muscle for the department.