TGIF: Jerry's Gym, pt 2

by TS Escher

 

 

ACT I, SCENE 2: ENTER, LEO

READ PT 1 HERE

Jerry flipped the ‘open’ sign as Evan hung out at the front counter, checking people in. The gym was his now, after all. Evan studied all of the new raw material checking in, practically bathing himself in a pool of potential bodies.

Unbeknownst to them, some would serve as "the muscle." Drug runners that would keep his operation going. And one lucky guy would be his new, permanent home. Someone intimidating. Someone commanding. And more importantly, someone no one would fuck with.

As the day wore on, Jerry kept a weary eye on Evan, unsure of his next move. Passing by a mirror on his way to the locker room, he forced a smile. He was relieved that the overly-trained ginger in the mirror smiled back.

I'm going to get us out of this, he promised his reflection in silence. And Jerry’s gym will belong to us again.

The trouble was, he had no idea how.

“There will be an end to this, you know,” Evan piped up.

Jerry whirled around, facing his new foe.

"We just have to make it through one deal, and we're done. I need your help getting started; then I will let you keep running the gym. Everything will be as it was. Well, almost."

Rolling his eyes, Jerry charged back into the locker room. Evan was not far behind.

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.

A good deal part one

I have been struggling to loose the beer belly I got in college and being lazy during the normal days at work. By any means I wasn't fat just slightly over weight and it was killing me.
I decided I needed to get back into shape like the old days before all the parties in college and the horrible food eating during work.

I looked online and found an ad for a trainer, it read "Need to get in shape? Need to get that body toned? Well look no further our trainers can train your body and you just have to take back over."

It seemed too good to be true but figured it didn't hurt to go and meet with them. I drove to the location which was a small business complex and walked up to the suite where they listed.
When I walked in the lady greeted me and directed me to an office where I sat and waited and introduced himself as Doctor Johnson.

After a few minutes a man walked in dressed in a suit and sat down. He asked me what my goals were and what I had been doing already. Doctor Johnson listened and wrote down everything, he looked to be in his thirties.
He looked up and said it won't cost me anything as far as dollars it would just cost me time and I would have to work for him for a month and my body would be trained during that time.
"What would I have to do as far as work for you?" I asked.
"Mitchell can you come in here?" He yelled and a guy around my age came in dressed only in gym shorts came in.

"This is Mitchell he is one of our new trainers and basically you would let him train you and you would have to fill in for his every day job"  Johnson explained. "You see basically I have a machine that allows you to switch bodies with another and Mitchell will take over yours for 30 days and will get you into shape using our gym techniques and formulas. You would just have to fill in for Mitchell doing odd jobs and such. He will do your job and have all your memories and be you essentially."

The Recruit

by Cris Kane

"So, is it true? Ya know, about the formula?", Casey asked eagerly, kneeling on the bed of the San Diego motel room, his lithe body dressed in nothing but his camouflage-patterned briefs.

"What formula?", said Andre, the incredibly muscular young man wearing nothing at all. Andre stood by the window, scratching at the stubble on his cheeks as the morning light seeping through the blinds cast flattering shadows across the impressive contours of his body.

"You are such a bad liar!", Casey giggled, rolling onto his back. "You do that scratching your face thing every time you fib. You must be terrible at poker."

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

As Jack squeezed his bottle of Axe body wash, he heard nothing but a flatulent sputter. 



He shook the bottle but could only dislodge a few last dribs of soap from the container. Water gushing onto his face, he blindly grabbed for something else in the rack below the shower head. He felt an unfamiliar tube and flipped open the cap. He couldn't place the scent exactly -- pineapple and coconut, maybe, or something more exotic. He usually went for something more musky, something that better fit his nickname of Squatch (short for Sasquatch), bestowed on him way back as a high-school freshman due to his height, stockiness and, even then, abundant body hair. Now, as a collegiate wrestler, he found it helped his odds if he stank a bit during matches, but he didn't need to reek the rest of the time. Whatever this stuff was, it ought to do the job for today.

Jack squirted a hefty portion of the goo into his palm, kneaded it into his hair and scrubbed his scalp, quickly working up a healthy head of lather. The smell was potent, nearly knocking him off his feet, but he couldn't say he disliked it. In fact, it was so intoxicating, he was starting to feel light-headed, like he'd just smoked a bowl. He smiled eagerly as he squeezed out another shot and began rubbing it across the thick curls that carpeted his broad chest and cobblestone abs. The hot shower water mixed with the creamy substance sent another aromatic wave wafting toward his nose, and this stuff seemed to be seeping into his pores and stimulating them.

Jack figured this had to be shampoo that his roommate Trey had left behind. He was still furious with and confused by Trey's recent flake out. Jack and Trey had bonded right away when they met at their first college wrestling practice. They were two big guys who liked drinking beer, chasing chicks and raising hell, as long as none of the above interfered with their wrestling. Trey was a few inches shorter than Jack but stocky by nature, and he always had trouble making his weight, but that still didn't explain why Trey would just split before their meet three days ago without any warning or explanation. Just a couple of cryptic text messages to Jack and the coach and, since then, silence. As a result, the team had to forfeit in Trey's weight class and lost the meet. It was highly uncharacteristic, because Trey was by far the more responsible of the two buddies. In fact, Jack likely would be off the team or even out of the college if it weren't for Trey tutoring Jack and generally acting as Jack's conscience when Jack's usual tendency was to slack off.

Talking Ben

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

Tumbled

by Cris Kane

I knew it was time for a trip to the laundromat when I entered my apartment and it smelled like the litter box needed to be emptied. You see, I don't own a cat.

I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans, which were soaked through with sweat after my shift washing dishes at the restaurant, and tossed them into the hamper with my other dirty clothes. Man, did they reek. The only reasonably clean clothes I had left were some hole-ridden cargo shorts and a single black sock. I pulled on the shorts, with no choice but to go commando under them, and slipped a pair of flip-flops onto my bare feet. I stuffed my laundry into a plastic basket and grabbed a hefty fistful of quarters from the change bowl beside my bed.

Of all the things I disliked about my dismal little apartment, and there were plenty, the worst was that it had no washer and dryer. That meant I had to lug my clothes nearly a mile to the nearest laundromat, the Wash-N-Dri, which gave me one more excuse for putting off laundry day until it was absolutely unavoidable. I guess it was good exercise for what few muscles I had on my scrawny-ass frame, but by about block three, I was wishing to hell I owned a car. Not much chance of that on a dishwasher's salary.

When I got to the laundromat, it was empty as usual. If you're already feeling lonely or depressed, do not go to an empty laundromat. It will not cheer you up. I did notice that a couple of loads of clothes were tumbling in two of the dryers, but the place was otherwise silent. I packed all of my clothes into a single machine, bought one of those tiny boxes of detergent and dumped it in.

A Few Small Repairs

Read Part 1 HERE.

Read Part 2 HERE.

Read Part 3 HERE.

 

by Cris Kane

Shiloh and I stood in the dimly lit street, our astounding bodies each seven feet tall and bursting with more muscle than I'd ever seen on a human being -- if that's even what we were any more. Our shoulders and biceps were bigger than beach balls and solid as steel. Our lats flared out so dramatically that neither of us could lower our arms fully to our sides. A street light behind us showed off our musculature in sharp relief and cast long brutish shadows along the pavement. I was glad I'd had the presence of mind to switch us into stretch pants when our bodies became so gargantuan, so at least we weren't naked.

Guys had run outside the Manhole and the other gay establishments of 69 Street once people heard the sounds of our frenetic battle with the guy who had taken Cole away with him. Everyone was keeping their distance from the two silhouetted giants in the middle of the road, but every-goddamn-body had a camera on their cell phone and was taking pictures and videos of us like two sasquatches who had just landed in the gay-borhood.

Ironically, Shiloh and I were the only ones who didn't have a camera, and we were the ones who really could have used one, since it was my magical camera that had gotten us into this mess. Too bad Shiloh had accidentally stepped on it, his enormous weight grinding it into irreparable bits.

A Few Simple Changes

Read Part 1 HERE.

Read Part 2 HERE.

 

by Cris Kane

I had no inkling where to start my search for my roommate Cole, having selfishly turned him from an abusive nincompoop into a frisky cocksucker just to satisfy my own sexual needs. Despite having boosted my intelligence substantially with the astonishing camera which my father had given me, I had little clue where my transformed roommate might have gone.

Cole's cell phone, which I had retrieved from the pocket of the cargo shorts he left behind, began to vibrate. The screen displayed the name "SHILOH" with an accompanying photo of one of Cole's posse extending his middle finger. Those gentlemen were all class.

A Few Little Tweaks

Read Part 1 HERE.

by Cris Kane

After I texted my dad the photo showing how much his camera had changed me, I zonked out pretty fast. Growing six inches and eighty pounds in one night will do that to a guy.

 

Not sure whether it was the sound or the smell of the fart that woke me up, but the combination of the two was lethal. I rubbed my eyes and held my breath as I heard the low chuckling of my dumbshit roommate Cole. The fucker was plastered, and his idea of subtle humor was to wake up his roommate at 3am and fart in his face.

"Hey, baby, can I borrow a diaper from you?", he said in a demented whisper, hardly able to contain his laughter. Even his dimwit buddies hanging in the doorway were telling him he was being immature and should leave me alone.

I just reached up and gripped his wrist, then twisted his arm around his back, amazed by my strength. He sure wasn't expecting that from his wimpy roommate.

"Ow, ow ow!," he yelped. He whispered to his pals by the door, "Fuck, I'm in the wrong room!" His loyal friends freaked out and ran away.

"No, you're in the right place," I whispered. "You just fucked with the wrong guy." I climbed out of bed while maintaining hold of his arm. I flipped on the light over my bed and could see clearly on his face just how much pain he was in, so I let go. His arm fell slack at his side. He rubbed his shoulder and turned around. I got a real kick out of watching his eyes as they caught their first glimpse of my broad chest and my giant arms, then moved up and up until he saw me grinning down at him. I now had a good couple inches on him and, except for the part covered by my exercise pants, all of my new muscle was on prominent display.

A Few Minor Adjustments

by Cris Kane

Hello. My name is Ryan and I am a geek.

Honestly, I've tried to make myself look cooler with pierced ears, tattoos, and bling, but I'm afraid all of that only emphasizes how desperately I'm trying not to look like the short, skinny white boy I am.

In high school, I did have a few girls who liked me and told me I was cute, but it's not like they were ever gonna date me. No, they wanted to date the jocks, then call me on the phone afterwards and dish, weeping about what a jerk the jock had been. To them, I was the "gay best friend" that every romantic comedy and sitcom told them they needed as an accessory.

Never mind that I wasn't actually gay.

I suppose I couldn't blame them for making the assumption. It's not like I was doing anything that would prove them wrong. Like, say, having sex with a girl.

I'm only five-seven and I've always had, like, zero muscle-mass. My folks knew how much it bugged me to be so puny, so Dad bought me a set of weights, but sweating and straining just to curl a fifteen-pound dumbbell was not my idea of a fun time. Besides, all that exertion never seemed to add an ounce to my lanky-ass body. The weights sat in a corner of my bedroom, growing cobwebbier by the day.

I started college with the naive hope that it would be a less superficial environment than goddamn high school and people would put more value on intelligence than appearance. As my parents were wishing me goodbye, Mom couldn't stop crying and calling me "my baby", right there in my dorm room, right in front of my dick of a roommate, who was barely stifling his laughter. I just knew he would be mocking me and calling me "Baby" from then on.

Guest Post: No Shirt, No Service

By Cris Kane

Staring out the front window of the art gallery, Simon Blake noticed the two studs as soon as they emerged from the surf. It was hard not to notice them, with their nearly identical gym-rat physiques and their swimwear color-coordinated with their hair. The one with slicked-back black hair was perhaps an inch taller than his companion and wore square-cut black trunks, while his pal with abundant red curls sported a red Speedo. Both had now slipped on their flip-flops and were toweling themselves dry as they walked across the sand.

When he had his job interview, Simon had found the location of this fine-art gallery peculiar. Although the beach certainly attracted its share of upscale visitors, Simon thought the shop would be far more successful if it were located slightly inland, among the other prestige boutiques which were frequented by the moneyed classes, rather than along the boardwalk with its t-shirt stores, hot-dog carts and Sno-Kone stands. Even so, Simon didn't think it was his place to question the gallery owner's business sense, and it certainly seemed unlikely that such second-guessing of his prospective boss's wisdom would be helpful in getting him hired.

Once he started working at the gallery, Simon discovered just how right his instincts were. The place got almost no foot traffic. Tourists in tank tops and baggy shorts occasionally peeked through the windows or, on rare occasions, swung open the front door and glanced around before quickly realizing that this wasn't their kind of place. Simon could go hours or even days between serious customers. Frankly, Simon had come to appreciate the peace and solitude of the job. Inside the store's undisturbed cocoon, he could munch on his packed lunch of fruits and veggies and listen to Mozart all day, drowning out the moronic hip-hop which was as ubiquitous in the air outside as the salt in the ocean's breezes. As a former art history major, Simon was relieved that the less sophisticated passersby didn't bother coming inside, as it meant fewer times he would have to educate the yokels on why some of the artwork on the walls merited a five-figure price tag.  Since Simon was paid a salary and didn't work on commission, he really didn't care that the gallery might go a week without a sale. How to keep the doors open on such little income was the owner's problem. If the owner hadn't found some sucker with no life like Simon to waste his days here, the place would likely have gone belly-up months ago. But having so few customers sure made the time drag.

Simon spent most of his days gazing out the floor-to-ceiling front windows at the passing parade of humanity. It was like watching a never-ending episode of "Baywatch" on the world's largest hi-def TV screen. He once tried to estimate how many square feet of exposed skin he saw on the average day. Unfortunately, the most out-of-shape tourists often chose to conceal their bodies the least. A decent share of those walking past were attractive young women in bikinis, but their assets were wasted on Simon. The two buddies strolling off the beach were much more Simon's type...aesthetically, if not intellectually.

Simon operated under the assumption that anyone who spent that much time perfecting their body was not spending it developing their mind. On the few times he had dared to try chatting up a particularly well-built hunk, they proved to be dumb and/or straight, seemingly dooming Simon to a life of being attracted only to men he didn't want and/or men he couldn't have. Simon just wanted to find one hot guy with whom he shared one crucial common interest -- that being an interest in getting Simon laid.

If he was trying to figure out the reasons for his near-constant celibacy, a quick look in any mirror should have given Simon a hint. His work uniform of a blue dress shirt, khakis and brown shoes didn't differ much from his usual wardrobe. On the job, he was required to wear a necktie, but he seemed incapable of making the skinny end shorter than the fat end. He typically rolled the sleeves of his shirt above his elbows, exposed thin, bone-pale forearms which could scarcely be termed an asset. He completed his nerd/preppy look with a pair of gold-framed glasses and a haircut so tidy and unmoving, it resembled the plastic hair you might stick on a Mr. Potato-Head.

As Simon's eyes lingered on the two studs' muscles shifting and bulging as they walked across the sand, he assumed they would eventually veer off to buy smoothies or something, but they continued on their course straight for the gallery's front door. When SImon finally realized that the one with the red curls was gripping the door handle, he rushed toward the entrance with the sad realization that he would need to turn them away.

Upgraded!!

How do you fancy a break away from home, work, your life even your body; And on return have a completely new body and outlook on life?

That was the parting comment from my business partner of four years. He was the type who lived it up big style. Partying, vacations, girls even guys on demand. Sure he worked hard for it, we both did. He spent his cash; I invested it. But somehow he had it all. Little did I know of his secret to staying looking, sounding and feeling youthful.

I explained that we couldn't both take a holiday, but he was adamant that it would all be left in very safe hands  and no one would notice any difference. I have to admit a 16 night vacation to Japan sounded bliss right now and was just what the doctor ordered!

Nu-You: The Convention

by Cris Kane 

 

Read "Nu-You: Genesis" here.

I was dreading this tech expo. Another out-of-town trip to another interchangeable hotel, with the same old overpriced mini-fridge and the same old hotel-TV porn. Eating at the same old breakfast buffets where you would run into the same old reps who were at the last convention, all hoping to find some new product that truly excited them.

It was the first full day of the conference and I was already bored stiff -- or, more accurately, bored flaccid. Nothing aroused my interest as I wandered from booth to booth in the vast convention hall, hearing pitches from either droning geeky techheads with few presentation skills or perky actors and actresses who could memorize their spiels but had no clue what to say if you asked a follow-up question. I was already lugging around two plastic bags stretched to their limits with pamphlets and presentations and souvenir t-shirts and drink koozies. I had taken them all, just to be polite, but I planned to chuck most of them in the trash rather than bothering to tote them back to my room.

I was feeling like a nap and was just about to exit the ballroom when I noticed a lantern-jawed young man seated at a booth getting little attention at the moment. The guy had a movie-star face but an appropriately casual, approachable attitude, and his blond hair was short enough to suggest serious business but shaggy enough to convey a rebellious streak. (After all these years, I now found myself more fascinated by all the subtle ways that companies tried to manipulate you into checking out their products than by the products themselves.) His company t-shirt was stressed impressively by his shoulders and pecs, tapering to a narrow waist and hanging untucked over indigo jeans. His hands were pressed against a stool behind him and he was slowly raising and lowering himself, working in some exercise for his stand-out triceps while he waited for people to drop by the booth. He had earned my attention, so I walked over to chat.

As I approached, he stood up and grinned, creating two deep dimples on his cheeks. I pointed to the banner behind him which contained nothing but the letters "NU". "What's NU?", I asked.

"I dunno, what's new with you?", he replied a bit stiffly, with the weariness of someone who has been making the same lame joke all day.

Erick Stratton: Twins

"Fuck. We're gonna make a killing. Look at these shots. We look amazing."

“You were right. We look fucking hot as twins. I mean, obviously I look a little bit hotter --”

“Shut the fuck up!” Josh laughed, “You know I made these suits look exactly the same.”

“Yeah, I guess I just know how to work mine better. That’s all.”

“You’re so stupid,” Josh smiled, and gave his boyfriend a loving kiss on the lips.

“You know we gotta be careful with that. Now that we’re ‘brothers.’”

“So what?” said Josh, “Hot twin brothers who happen to make out with each other? Like I said, we’re gonna make a killing.”

A morning surprise

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.

Winning a New Life

I have always been the small guy. In my group I was the “runt” but would always put up a fight. Being small taught me to be tough and hold my own since drunk guys would always try to pick on me.

A new carnival had come into town and so my buddies and I had decided to go check it out. It boasted it had someone of the most unique shows and prizes you could find anywhere. When we got there it really seemed like a normal traveling carnival. Crappy clowns and kiddy games that were easy to win.

We wandered around and did a few games and just fooled around when we stumbled upon this weird game. I wasn't sure exactly what it was. There was hoops and balls and guns and balloons. But lined up along the wall of the stall was a bunch of studly looking men.

I stepped up and followed the crazy rules and somehow the siren went off signaling I had won. I stood there in shock. I am not even sure how I won since I don't even remember how you played the game. I just did as I was told and somehow won. I hunky guy running the game went over and picked up a guy and handed him across to me.

I held the guy who weighed less than I expected. The guy explained it was a suit and once I stepped inside I would take on his identity. I just couldn't believe it. This tanned buff stud in his jean shorts and black tank was going to be my life. I posed with him braced against me for my last photo as a little guy. I couldn't believe this was real.

My buddies helped me get him to a bathroom where I quickly stripped down and started to work my way into him. His mouth stretched out to take me in and I worked my body into him. After several minutes I was fully in and pulled this studs head up and over mine. I worked his face around until I suddenly could see. It felt so weird, I was taller than before and more muscular. I slowly moved around as it was hard at first. I weighed much more now. After several minutes of checking myself out and getting adjusted I head out to meet my buds.

It was so strange to look them in the eye now and be as big as them. We joked about how they can't pick on me because now I can fight back. I noticed my buddy Drew was not there and no one knew where he went.

We headed out to look for him when I noticed the game stall had refilled the empty spot of the suit I took. In the place of the suit I was wearing was Drew. Standing there with a perfect grin waiting to be won. I didn't realize when I went to play that is what the guy meant by if I won they would get their payment later on. I look at him and he seemed happy and from what I could tell the guy I now was in was also happy.

The next day Drew and the other suits were packed up and taken to the next city with the carnival to give another guy a new life. I am for sure jealous of the guy that get Drew because I have always looked up to him and wanted to be like him. But I am not going to complain about my new life and body.

  

Becoming the TA

With the semester coming to mid terms and spring break right around the corner I knew I needed to study and pass my mid terms so I could party all spring break.

My roommate did have other plans and it involved me. He threw a party the night before my biggest mid term and I, being a normal american college student, had to join in and have fun. The party went long into the morning and before I knew it I needed to get ready and go to class.

I quickly dodged passed out people and got in the shower and got ready. Feeling the effects of somewhat still being drunk and hungover I ran out the door running to class, luckily I lived across from campus.

I entered the room and sat down only a few moments before the TA, Brad, walked over to me to hand the test over. "Must have been some party last night you still smell like booze so good luck" he smirked and walked away.

I did as best as I could to take the test luckily it wasnt too many essay questions but I still think I may pull off a C and could make it up with a great score on my research paper.

A few days went by and I waited for my scores, I noticed a pattern all my tests were A's and B's except my last one it was a D-. I was in panic mode and had to figure out a way to fix this and then an email came from Brad the TA. "Hey Nate sorry about your score and such but I would like to meet with you to discus a way to fix that grade before spring break starts."

I immediately replied to agree to anything he had in mind and picked to meet him at his apartment a few blocks from campus. I avoided my roommate and everyone and grabbed my backpack and headed over to his place.

I arrived and it wasnt a bad location and seemed he was pretty well off from the looks of things. He opened the door just in cargo shorts with no shirt and invited me in. The inside was filled with amazing things from what looks like all over the world. I sat on his couch and he got me a rum and coke to drink.

He pulled out my test along with the stack from our class and put it in front of me. "Ok so here is the deal I can change your test score before it is official on friday." He stated.

"And what would I have to do?" I asked.

"Well see you look good Nate and when I mean look good you are hot and girls like you, I was to swap places with you for spring break and live the life of a straight college student on spring break for once." He explained.

"Even if I somehow agreed to it how is it possible and why?" I questioned.

"Its simple I have a way to swap us I found it in my travels in South America. Its a little creature that looks like a snake but has the ability to switch bodies with two people. The locals used it to spy on tribes and when surgery is needed for people and they would swap with people who can withstand pain." He continued.

Brad explained this creature to me and said he had been swapped in South America in a a ritual when writing a paper. He was given the snake creature as a gift from the elders as long as he didnt report it back to others what he saw or anything.

Basically this guy wanted my body for the week of Spring Break where I was heading to Cancun, I know its a typical college trip but hey drinking and partying with others my age is always fun.
I sat and thought about it and figured a week wouldnt be bad as Brad plus he looked pretty good himself.

I asked him if there was a catch or something I should know... Like is he dying or something. He told me no just he was gay and always had been and wanted to seen how it was to be a straight boy on spring break in a party city.

As we talked I saw him type on his computer and turn his Macbook Pro towards me, it now showed I had a A on the test and had an A in the class.

I stood up and said lets do this before I change my mind. He walked over to a small cage and took out a snake like thing and had it bite him then walked to me and had it bite me. It felt like a mesquito bite really.

After a few moments and him putting the thing in its cage the room started spinning and I blacked out. I awoke to noises in the bathroom and stood up with a  huge migraine. I walked by a mirror and saw when I moved it was Brad in the mirror, it was really freaky and then I noticed his huge hard on growing down in my shorts. I staggered to the bathroom and opened the door to see my former body naked and jerking off. He was going at it and I couldnt help but watch and was very aroused about it. I then figured out that Brad has a crush on me and now he is me.

He then stopped and motioned for me to come over and give him head. I resisted at first but the urge was great and I dropped down and started sucking my former body. I couldnt believe how great it felt having my former cock in my mouth and servicing it. He then shot a huge load into me and I swallowed like a champ.

He stood up and cleaned himself off and said he had to get ready to leave for the flight in a few hours to Cancun. He explained that he had a trust fund and I wont run out of money or fun during the week. He then said that I have a few hookups that I frequent and should call them but tomorrow head to the bar downtown and have fun.

He picked up my backpack and left me there still in awe of what I just did. I knew I wasnt gay but why did I just do that. It must be his body or something but its my mind here.

I walked over to his phone and saw a few messages about going out tonight from some guy named Kyle. I decided it wouldn't be for a few hours and headed back to the room and stripped off the clothes and started jerking off. I was thinking about this chick named.... umm Kyle. Wait Kyle that cant be right, oh yes sexy Kyle and his huge cock and tight abs and skater style like Nate. I shot a huge load everywhere and had a huge mess to clean up.

Thats the moment I knew I would like being Brad. I cleaned myself up and got dressed and headed out for the night.

That night I met up at the club with Kyle and started drinking. Brad sure could hold his booze but I knew it was getting to me and after several hours I was feeling it. Kyle walked me home and came in with me and stripped down to nothing and laid in my bed waiting. I stripped down and got into bed with him. We started massaging the other and then he wend down on me first. This bj was awesome and I couldnt believe how it felt. I decided to head down on him and start giving him the best head ever.

He pushed me away and flipped me over and I knew what was going to happen next. Brad didnt tell me he was a bottom in the gay scene and that night Kyle fucked me hard.


All week I went out and partied and couldnt believe how much fun the gay scene was for spring break. I didnt hear from Brad at all and just decided he would talk to me on monday after class. I saw him come into class staggering in looking still drunk after partying. After class I met up with him and he said he cant go back to his old life I can keep all his money and everything and be finishing my degree this year while he will stay as me.

I was shocked and outraged. I grabbed him and demanded to be swapped back and he told me its not that easy. We swapped but the snake would have to swap us back and he wont agree to it and snuck into his old apartment and hid the snake somewhere to prevent being swapped back.

I watched as my body walked away and he put his arm around Jennifer this girl I had been trying to get with for a while.

I guess I am now stuck as the TA but the brightside is that I am liking my new lifestyle and love the fact just this semester and I will have a degree and be done with school.... plus his accounts well lets just say its a lot of money. :)

in the army now

I am in a rut, Classes were dragging me down and work was doing just as bad. I hadnt got any girls or guys in a while so I decided to do what all college students do for hookups, craigslist. I posted on there looking for just some fun for either a guy or girl.

A few hours later a guy replied and we started chatting and decided to meet up. His name was Joe and 21. We met up at a bar and started drinking, this bar was close to my condo so it was perfect. After several drinks we were pretty drunk.We started to walk home and were hanging on eachother like best buds. During the walk we went into a wooded area and Joe turned to me and goes "Chris why not just fool around right here and get warmed up on out walk." We walked further into the woods and found an abandoned shack and went inside. It hadnt been used in years and we both tore the others clothes and started in on the other. After about an half an hour we both decided to relax and just lay there. We talked for a long time I told him about my boring life and school, he told me he was in the army and was just home visiting before he gets deployed again to Afghanistan. He was in the military police and was just to patrol the bases and such. I told him his life sounded exciting and I would love to be him and have a life that I could be running around the world. He then said he wished to have a boring life for a while.
We felt something bite both of us at the same time but nothing was around. We figured it was a sign it was getting late and we walked back to my condo. He had a duffel bag with him and said he would leave tomorrow afternoon from my place to head back, he told his family he left earlier today.
When we got to my house we both just passed out in my bed, i didnt even realize how tired I actually was from drinking.

The next morning I heard some noise from my bathroom and thought it was just Joe getting up and maybe getting ready to leave so I rolled over to my other side. Then I felt like someone was shaking me and I woke up to see myself staring at me. "Look I dont know what happened but this is amazing and now we can have the others life" He said excited. "Now you need to get ready and head out to the airport to fly out"

I walked over to the mirror and saw my new body, a body of someone who worked hard to get it and is being deployed to Afghanistan. He then pushed me onto the bed and started sucking me off. I was feeling different feelings in his body, everything was a new experience and being blown by my former body was just crazy to see and arousing. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot and couldnt believe that the new sensations I was feeling.
I decided to go down and see how I would do in his body blowing my former body. I couldnt believe how my body looked and how it reacted to what I was doing.

After we finished I put on my new uniform and looked in the mirror and snapped a photo. I was excited to see my new body and everything. We decided to look for a way to swap back but in 6 months when I would return from Afghanistan from being on active duty there.


I left and headed out. It wasnt long before I got to the base and settled in. I decided to jerk off a little and dream of what is next to come.

a hitchhiker's trick

I knew driving home wouldn't be the smartest idea ever. It was late and my work sent me to Sacramento for a weekend training and I stayed later visiting with friends in the area. Now it approached midnight and I had class tomorrow. I headed on Interstate 80 over the mountains and saw a rest area. It was dark and I knew it had vending machines with energy drinks so I pulled it went to the bathroom and then to the machine. 

I bought a monster and headed back to my car. I sat there for a while drinking the monster and letting it set in with the energy in my body, that's when I saw him. He was sitting on a bench in the lit up area with a sign that read "anyone able to take me to Reno?" 

I never pick up hitchhikers but he looked a little younger than I was and possibly in college, maybe he was ditched after a party and couldn't get home. I didn't know why i was so fascinated with this kid. I walked over and said "hey man, I can take you to Reno I am going back near UNR where my condo is." He jumped up and hugged me. "Dude I appreciate it so much I was worried I wouldn't find anyone to take me home and I have class tomorrow." he said grabbing his things and reached his hand out and said "I'm Trevor." I shook his hand said James.

We hopped in my car and started heading back towards Reno and we talked more and more about each other. I told him I was a criminal justice major and he told me he was a theatre arts major and after he gets the degree he is transferring to UCLA for Film.

 

After about 30 minutes I was feeling really tired and not sure why. I asked Trevor if he minded if I stopped and grabbed another energy drink from a gas station on the way. He said why not let him drive and I could rest for class. I didn't know what it was about him but I trusted him that much I pulled over and switched him seats.

Immediately I passed out when I traded him seats and I remember him saying I cant wait to get back to campus with a smile on. When I woke up I was lying in a bed wearing a hoodie which I wasn't wearing when I fell asleep in the car. Maybe Trevor thought I was cold and gave me his sweatshirt to keep me warm, but who's bed was i in? I looked around and it was a dorm room and I was lying in the bed with someone passed out next to me. That's what it was Trevor didn't know where I lived and took me to his dorm and we both passed out. I stood up and looked at my phone that was on the nightstand. I had already slept through my class so no point in trying to make it I would just head to my next one around 4pm.

I walked down the hall towards the community bathroom and i was feeling really light headed and everything was just weird. Some random guy came up to me and said hey man what's going on? how was your trip. I answered "it was good just powered through it." my voice sounded a little odd and how did this random dude know I was on a trip.

 

I went in the bathroom and stopped at the mirror, staring back at me was Trevor. I moved and he moved, i blinked and he blinked. I splashed water on my face and couldn't believe it. I still had to piss badly so I headed to the urinal and pulled his penis out and pissed.

 

I ran back to the room and barged in only to find him already awake and looking like he was leaving with my body.

 

"oh hey uh I was just going to text you but I guess I can tell you, I swapped our bodies because you looked like you had everything figured out and a stable life and you were cute so a win win." he said.

 

"how is this even possible and why me? I mean yes your body is hot and such but I don't know anything about you to even life as you" I yelled.

 

"look bro you will start to remember everything about my life in the next hour or so, but I will fill you in You are Trevor a theatre major and gay. And on top of that you also make porn to pay the bills and make a living. FYI" He snapped back.

 

We talked for a bit and I was worried about the gay part since I had never been with a guy let alone wanted to be gay but now I am in the body of a gay twink porn star. He left shortly after saying if we decide to swap back we will keep in touch but he didn't want to be seen with a known gay theatre kid around, could cause rumors.

My new phone vibrated and it listed a place and time for a new shoot. I didn't change really since I knew it wouldn't matter and my body basically knew what to do. I headed to the location for my first time being a gay porn actor. I walked in the building and headed up to an office. I was told it would be a solo shoot and sat on the chair and started in. My body went into cruise control and I sat watching porn on the screen. My new body shot several times and was ready for more.

 

After I finished my scene the director walked up and handed me an envelope filled with $5,000 for the shot. The said tomorrow I need to come back and shoot a full length porn and be the bottom slut. I was pale but this was my new life and I needed money from what I got from Trevor's memories. This was Trevor's only source of income that paid for college and fun times, he also owed some money on credit cards and such so I would have to work a lot to get everything paid off and graduate.

I was scared of my new life and wasn't sure what would be happening next but I headed back to my dorm to clean up and rest for tomorrows big shoot.