Friday Repost: "No Idea" by Nemo

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"Secrets & Lies" by Nemo

Mike let himself into his house. It had been a long day at work and he desperate for a beer, so he was only half paying attention as he walked through to the kitchen. He startled when he heard a voice call out as he walked past the den.

"Hey Mr. Clark." Mike, stopped and turned round, spying the young man sprawled over the armchair in the den.

"Hey Josh." said Mike "Err, what are you... I mean why?" trying to figure out why his neighbours son would be waiting in his den. He knew Josh had finished college for the summer and was back home, but that didn't explain what he was doing in Mike's house.

"Sorry if I surprised you." said Josh "Mr Cooper, found out I was back home and hired me to paint the basement for you. But then he didn't have the right paint and he asked me to wait here while he drove to the shop to get some. I hope that's OK?"

“Your neighbour is the man who needs you” (E. Hubbard 1856-1915)

by Nemo

The sound of the door-bell interrupted the two young lovers, just as things were beginning to get interesting. Their quiet Friday night in was proving more exciting than they'd originally anticipated and it was with a small sigh of disappointment, that Matt drew back from Drew and began to sit up. His progress was arrested by Drew's quick reactions. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Matt by his T-shirt drawing him back down for a passionate kiss, before the doorbell rang again and the two men reluctantly parted.

"Coming" Matt yelled as he disentangled himself from Drew, who was making half-hearted playful attempts to keep Matt with him on the sofa, grabbing at Matt's shirt. He extracted himself from his boyfriend's clutches and headed for the door. He stopped a second to check his fly was closed and then opened the door.

He was greeted by the familiar but far from welcoming face of his neighbour, Janice Roberts. Janice had never made any secret of her dislike of having a faggot for a next door neighbour, but had never been blunt enough to say so to Matt's face. Instead she relied on a lifetime's carefully honed skills of put-down's and backstabbing to make her feelings known to the neighbourhood.

"Well hello Mrs. Roberts. How can I help?" Asked Matt. She sniffed audibly and made a small grimace. In her mid-40s but trying to look 10 years younger, she hated anyone suggesting she was getting old, which was why Matt took every opportunity to rub in the fact that he was a good twenty years younger. Since he was only being polite there was no way she could overtly take offence, but they both knew the point Matt was making.

Janice glanced over Matt's shoulder to where Drew was stretched out on the sofa, his shirt half undone, with his washboard abs on display. "I hope I'm not interrupting you and your... friend?" She asked Matt, managing to make the word friend somehow sound synonymous with 'whore'.

Matt forced a smile. "Not at all," he replied "we were just having a quiet night in. But what can I do for you?" he asked.

Janice drew a set of house keys from her clutch bag. "I'm away this weekend to visit my mother. And my husband," again Janice managed to use one word to convey another, this time the word husband sounded like moron "has forgotten his keys and isn't home from work yet. Could you hang on to these until he gets home?" she finished. "If I hang on any longer I'll miss my flight."

"Why sure, Mrs Roberts." said Matt, once again gently stressing the Mrs. "Anything to help a neighbour. Just tell him to call by, when he gets home."

"I'll send him a message to that effect. Now if you don't mind, I really must be going." said Janice as she turned to leave.

"Bye now." said Matt, closing the door on her departing back. He watched her head back inside her own house, lost in thought for a few seconds until he realises Drew had come to  stand beside him and was running his hands over Matt's shoulders. "God she is such a Bitch, I don't understand what her husband sees in her." said Matt as he watched her load her car with her bags.

"Don't be too hard on the guy." said Drew "I hear she's got all the money and has him tied up in some watertight pre-nup." He began to massage Matt's shoulders, digging his fingers firmly into Matt. Matt made small noises of pleasure as Drew's hands worked their way down his back. As his hands moved towards Matt's butt, Drew leant forward and began to nuzzle Matt's neck.

Matt watched as Janice locked up and got in her car. As she pulled the car out, she had a clear view of the two men standing in the window and the look of disgust on her face was barely disguised. Matt raised an arm and waved goodbye, a wide smile on his face. He waited until she was out of sight and then turned to Drew and led him back to the sofa.

"So where were we?" Asked Drew as he laid down on the sofa.

"Wondering why Mike Roberts is still married to that Bitch." replied Matt.

Drew sighed "I told you, it's not as straight forward as it seems. Now can we forget about Mike for now and just concentrate on the two of us?"

Matt sat back and laughed slightly bitterly "Now who's trying to make out things are simpler than they really are?"

Drew sat up. "You really want to do this? Now."

Matt nodded "Yes, now. Janice is away all weekend, if we can't talk about it now, when can we?"

Drew looked like he was going to argue and then he deflated slightly and nodded. "OK, you win."

Drew sat up straight and dug his fingers forcefully into his neck, he pinched and tugged hard for a few seconds before finding the edge he was looking for. He pulled it sharply away from himself and with a gelatinous sound, Drew's entire head and neck came away in his hands.

In it's place was revealed a more mature but no less good looking face. Now with a slight touch of salt and pepper at the temples of his cropped hair and a extra few laughter lines at the corner of his eyes, it was the face of Mike Roberts. Mike sighed and looked down at Drew's empty eyed face in his hands.

Matt reached out and gently took Drew's face out of Mike's hands. He held it up so Mike could see it, "This is not the man I fell in love with." Matt said "You are, Mike." He paused a second and then continued. "Drew was just a shell I made for you to hide inside, so we could be together without fear, but he was never who I wanted to spend my life with, that was you." As he spoke, Matt reached and and stroked Mike's face. It still slightly sticky from the adhesive and sweat and Mike's hair was matted flat, but that didn't bother Matt, as he leant over and kissed Mike. The slight smell of latex might have put another man off, but Matt was used to it from his job as a make-up artist. Truth be told, it got him kind of turned on.

Mike closed his eyes for a few seconds and then as Matt pulled away he opened them with a sigh. "Baby I understand, I really do, but we've been over this. She'll take me for every cent I've got if I ask for a divorce. I know money's not everything, but I've spent the last decade building my business up and she'll destroy it just for the hell of it. You know what she's like. What do you expect me to do?"

Matt looked at Mike for a second and then without saying anything, he reached behind the sofa and pulled out a box about a foot high, wide and deep. He passed it to Mike without saying anything. Mike took the box, a slightly puzzled look in his face. He set the box down on the sofa and opened it. Inside was another mask, but this one was of a face that was horribly familiar. Mike looked with a stunned expression at a perfect replica of Janice's face and looked over at Matt. Matt smiled at him, "You know, I think there might be a way I could get Janice to instruct her attorney to give you a 50:50 split in a divorce". A slow smile, spead across Mike's face as he contemplated a future free from the mistakes of his youth, with the man he loved, the neighbour he needed.

The Half Brother

A Classic from the Archive

“This is going to be easier than I thought” said Josh to himself. With my older half-brother reduced to just skin and muscle by that potion I bought off the gypsy, I can take his life, his money and his future as one of the top porn stars.

Josh had slipped the potion into Jakes drink, and when the potion started to take effect Josh took his half-brother to a quiet part of the fair. It wasn’t long before Jake collapsed into Josh’s arms, minutes later Jake was nothing more than skin and muscle – a body suit.

Josh stripped Jacks body of its clothes, and detached his half-brothers head from the rest of the body suit. Josh knew what he had to do, he had 15 minutes to pull on his half-brother skin otherwise it would simply dissolve and the opportunity would be wasted.

Josh stretched open the neck to Jacks body and started to climb into the heavy jocks body. Josh pushed his legs into Jacks feet and legs, pulling up the hot stud’s muscular body up over his own skinny frame. Only moments had passed and Josh was pulling on Jacks arms and pulling his shoulders over his own like some kind of work mans overalls. Josh picked up Jacks clothes and slowly got dressed enjoying the way the vest hugged his new heavy pec’s. Josh’s life was about to end, picking up Jack’s head he pulled it over his own sealing himself inside his half-brothers skin.

“Jack” looked around and smiled to himself, and went back to HIS pickup. It was a small journey back to his new apartment “I’m going to enjoy this” Josh said…. In Jacks voice.

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"First Day"

by Nemo

Luis could barely contain his excitement. His first day of college was finally here. After everything he'd gone through to get here, it was finally happening. He'd settled into his dorm room and had packed his bag for his first class. But before he could go to class he had one final job to do.

He turned on his laptop and opened his video messenger. Using a different log-in from his usual one, he clicked on an active account and waited until he was connected.

As the red flashing light on the screen told him he was live, he started talking.

"Will dude, the day's finally here. I almost can't believe it, it's been so long since I started on this road. But this is definitely no anti-climax, this is it, this is everything I've ever wanted." Luis paused and looking at his image on the screen, he briefly brushed his hand through his hair, an almost, but not totally subconscious move.

"Anyway, this place is everything I ever dreamt it was. I've already joined the campus gym, I mean you've got to stay in shape, haven't you. My roomies a cool guy, kind of cute, but not sure if he swings that way." He paused again and took a breath.
"Look dude, I know I'm rambling, but the thing is, I know this is our last talk and you're going to have to move on and everything. I guess I'm scared at the thought of doing this without you. I mean I know I can do this without you, but part of me still wants the reassurance of knowing you're there...". He stopped interrupted by a knock on the door and a muffled voice that called out "Come on bro, you don't want to be late for your first class!"

Luis yelled back "With you in 2 minutes bro." and then turned back to the camera.

"Well I guess that's it. Our times nearly up. I know it's time to say goodbye, that if I don't I'll never truly be my own man. So goodbye and thanks for everything. It's going to be amazing." and with a last grin at the camera, he shut down the laptop and headed out of his room for his first day.

       *********

In a darkened room, the end of Luis' video call was greeted with silence and then the figure watching, slowly wiped the back of his hand across one eye, wiping away an almost imaginary tear. "It's always so hard when they leave" he announced to the room in general.

He walked over to a long packing case that was leant upright against a wall, facing the computer screen. Strapped firmly into the case was the cocooned form of a young man, his entire body wrapped tight in a dark black shiny material, it's surface featureless, save for a couple of strategically placed tubes. Only the occupants face was free of the black material, even his freshly shaven head was encased. A gag prevented any noise escaping from the trapped young man.

"Well, your time here is done, Luis" said the figure "Now that the new Luis has firmly integrated into your old life, we no longer need you for any more background information." He picked up a gas mask made from the same material as the cocoon, but with no eyeholes. "So it's time for you to go to my very special academy where you'll receive all the training you need to be the perfect boy-toy. And in the fullness of time, once you've been a good slave, you'll get your turn to be a young college boy. We'll even let you pick who you get to replace, just like the new Luis did with you."

He pulled the gas mask down over the real Luis's head, isolating him totally. Just before he closed up the packing case he leant over and said "Enjoy your first day."

"The Best of Both Worlds"

By Nemo

"Dude are we going to waste all afternoon watching these guys play? You said we were just heading out to get some beer but we've been standing here like 20 minutes already." said Tyler leaning forward against the rail.

"Quit complaining. I got the beer didn't I?" said Cody, gesturing at the bag hanging off his wrist "I just want to get an idea of what the competition's going to be like."

"You need to lighten up a bit bro." said Tyler "It's only a friendly game of beach volleyball, not the Super Bowl, and I can think of plenty of other ways we could be spending the afternoon." He said as he began to grind his crotch against the rail.

"Jesus, you're such a horny little fucker!" laughed Cody "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for that later. In the meantime, I don't care if it's just a 'friendly game', because you've got to play every game like it's the most important game of your life!"

Tyler, swung his head round to look directly at Cody, paused for a second and then cracked up laughing.

Cody stood puzzled "I don't get it. What's so funny?"

Tyler managed to stop laughing, although a couple of tears were still running down his cheeks. "Dude, you sounded just like Coach Jennings. That's exactly the sort of pep talk he used to give us before a game."

"Coach who?" asked Cody

"Coach Jennings. He retired the semester before you transferred in."

"Great so I remind you of some old dude. Should I get a walker to complete the look?" asked Cody

"No Bro, it wasn't like that. He took early retirement or some shit like that. He was only like fifty or something."

Cody turned and faced Tyler, the game going on below them forgotten. Cody ran his hand down his abs, flexing them as he did so. "I don't know dude, fifty still seems pretty old to me. I bet he didn't have a hot bod like mine."

Tyler reached out and touched Cody's chest lightly with a finger tip, following the line of his pecs "Well he wasn't a twenty year old stud like you, but actually the guy kept himself in good shape. He was an ex-marine I think, he always had a high and tight hair cut and he still worked out every day. In fact..." Tyler stopped.

"What?" asked Cody, with a slight tone of exasperation "In fact what??"

"In fact.... I always thought he was kind of hot." said Tyler, still running his finger over Cody's body.

Cody reached out and gripped Tyler by the wrist. Tyler automatically looked at Cody's face. It was hard to tell with the sunglasses, but Tyler thought he could see a twinkle of amusement in Cody's eyes.

"So..." said Cody "You've got a thing for muscle Daddy's is that it?" he asked

"Well I never really thought about it." said Tyler

"Doesn't mean it isn't true though." said Cody. He paused and then his entire posture changed. Instead of a laid back young jock he now stood ramrod straight like a Sergeant inspecting his platoon. "You see if you want to be disciplined, that can be arranged. Understand?" and like his posture his tone of voice had altered as well. He spoke quietly but in a fashion that made it clear his word was law.

A shiver of excitement ran down Tyler's spine and he gulped "Yes." he managed to say as he nervously licked his lips.

"Yes, what?" asked Cody, and now he sounded frankly dangerous, again not shouting, but fiercely controlled.

"Yes,... Sir?" asked Tyler, aware of how ridiculous that sounded, but also aware of how painfully hard his dick now was."

Cody grunted and then suddenly relaxed and he was back to being a young jock again. He gestured down at Tyler's shorts where the outline of Tyler's huge erection was clearly visible. "So, I take it you liked that?" he asked.

"Dude that was... that was something else." said Tyler "Wow, I had no idea you could be that scary. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"I dated this actor guy at my last college and he was into role play, so he taught me a few tricks. I didn't realise you'd get so turned on by my Marine act. You know if you found that exciting, we could always....." he stopped "No forget it, it's a stupid idea."

"What?" asked Tyler "What's a stupid idea? If it's as hot as that last trick of yours I want to hear it."

"Well, my ex had another buddy who was into movie FX and he used to make these incredible masks and skin suits, like something out of Mission Impossible. I mean these weren't like some crappy Halloween masks, these were impossible to spot from the real thing."

Tyler looked disbelievingly at Cody "Come on dude, they can't be that good?"

Cody snorted "Dude you have no fucking idea, I could be wearing a suit and mask right now and you couldn't tell. I once spent an entire evening with my ex and it turned out to be his buddy in a mask he'd made of my ex. The two of them used to love pranking me like that."

Tyler shrugged, "OK so they were that good. What's your big idea that would be no good?"

"Well if you could get me some photos of your old Coach... Jenkins or whatever the guy's name was, then I could get myself a mask made and then you could get some alone time with your old Coach. What da ya think?"

"I think that's the craziest fucking thing I've ever heard." said Tyler "Of course, it's also the hottest thing I've ever heard, assuming you could pull off being Coach Jennings." he said, stressing the Coach's name.

Cody stiffened beside Tyler "Are you questioning my authority?" he asked, and once again it was scary Cody that asked the question. "Because if you are boy...." he left the sentence hanging.

"OK, OK" said Tyler and Cody again relaxed and grinned at Tyler. "Damm you're something else" said Tyler "You know whether or not you get that mask made, we've got to get back to the room now! I don't want to waste a second more of the day when you could be making me feel like that somewhere private."

"Sure. Listen you go and get the jeep and I'll wait here and watch the end of the game." and he tossed the keys to Tyler.

"I'll be five minutes." said Tyler as he left at a jog.

Cody watched him go. 'Well that had been an unexpected turn of events' he thought to himself. 'I thought I'd said goodbye to Coach Jennings when I slipped on the Cody suit, who knew that horny little fucker had the hots for me...' He ran a hand over his six-pack, feeling the suit move with his own body 'Looks like I'll be getting the best of both worlds'.

"From boys to men...." by Nemo

As Jim let himself into his house he stopped. He could hear voices, but there shouldn't have been anyone home. His son Travis was meant to have headed off on a trip with his two best friends. Jim closed the front door quietly and made his way silently into the house. The voices, and there seemed to be two of them, were coming from the Den. Jim crept to the door of the Den and then suddenly, pulled it open.

Jim's sudden entrance stopped the conversation, but neither of the two occupants of the room seemed surprised. Instead it was Jim who was dumbstruck. Standing in front of him were Travis' best friends, Austin and Scott. The two boys seemed to have made themselves feel right at home as they were drinking Jim's best Scotch and smoking some of his finest cigars.

Jim put his briefcase down with a thump and Austin looked him straight in the eye and smiled at him. Austin lifted his left hand, the black fabric of his Tee-shirt straining around his biceps, and took the cigar from his mouth.

"Hey Jim, glad you could you join us. Now we can get this party started." said Austin.

"What the..!" Jim caught himself, the habits of years just stopping him from cursing out the two boys. He took a couple of slow deliberate breaths before he thought he could control himself and then slowly spoke. "OK boys. This is obviously some sort of prank and I admit you got me, but your funs over. Where's Travis, I thought you were all leaving town for your trip this afternoon?"

"Travis is waiting for us in the motel where we said we'd spend the first night." said Scott, trying to talk around the thick cigar he had in his mouth. He gave up and took it out "You see, old goody-two-shoes Travis doesn't need to know about tonight Jim."

Jim exploded with anger "You will call me Mr Donaldson or sir, while you are under my roof. I will have some respect!" and he went to grab the drink out of Scott's hand, only to find Austin in the way. Austin calmly but firmly gripped Jim by the wrist. Jim tried to shake him off and then realised that he couldn't. He brought his free hand round, but Scott grabbed that wrist and a sudden icy calm washed over Jim as he realised that the two 'boys' were now men and he was physically at their mercy.

"Now, now. Temper Jim, temper." said Austin as he gently, but firmly twisted Jim's arm behind his back. Scott did likewise and then handed the wrist he was holding over to Austin. Austin easily held both Jim's wrists in one of his big meaty hands and he threw his free arm around Jim's chest. Jim was now held pinned against Austin's body, he briefly struggled, but the squeeze Austin exerted on his wrists sent pain shooting up his arms and he stopped moving.

"That's better." said Austin in Jim's ear "Now as my buddy Scott said, Travis has got nothing to do with this little party. We told him we were having car trouble and he's waiting patiently for us to join him tomorrow. We didn't think he'd be quite as excited by tonight as we are."

"Wha..what do you mean?" asked Jim, finding his voice again after the shock of the last few seconds. "What is going on? What do you want?"

"Well that's easy Jim." Said Scott "We want some of what our dad's have been getting."

Jim's mind raced furiously as he tried to make sense of Scott's cryptic statement. He shied away from the most obvious explanation, sure that his secret was buried deeply enough for there to be no possibility of the boys talking about...  that.

"Cat got your tongue?" asked Austin, quietly in Jim's ear interrupting Jim's internal turmoil. "You don't have to think about it too hard. You know what we're talking about..."

"I... I don't. I don't know what you mean." said Jim

"Come on Jim." Said Scott "There's no point in playing dumb, I found my dad's secret diary. We all know what you three get up to on 'Poker' nights. I want a piece of the "best cock-sucker in the county", and that's exactly how my dad describes you."

"Yeah Jim." said Austin as he pulled Jim firmly back against his groin and began to rub himself up and down against Jim's butt "We know what you can do and we want some!"

Jim sagged, his secret was out. He didn't even bother trying to deny it. He had no idea Scott's dad Jeff kept a diary, but it was the sort of thing Jeff was dumb enough to do and he was just as capable of leaving it somewhere that Scott could find it. As his mind began to cope with the shock of his guilty secret being discovered, he realised something... "The fact your dads and I have an occasionally intimate relationship is none of your business boys. And don't think you can blackmail me into doing anything I don't want to. The only way you could hurt me would be to hurt your dads and I know you don't want that."

"Oh we weren't planning on blackmailing you." said Austin "We thought you'd decide to have a little fuck-fest of your own free will."

"Sorry boys" said Jim "I'm not in the mood and you're not your dads, so why don't you just let go of me and we can forget all about this."

"Well when we said your own free will, we meant after we'd done a little bit of attitude adjustment." replied Scott. Before Jim had a chance to ask what he meant, Scott turned away for a second, and took something from a bag on the floor. Hiding it with his body he moved closer to Jim. Austin tightened his grip on Jim and then Scott lunged and pulled some sort of hood over Jim's head.

As the hood covered Jim's eyes and everything went black, Jim began to panic. He's still held some idea that he was the grown up, the one in charge. Now he appreciated how much he was at the mercy of the two boys. No matter how hard Jim struggled, Austin kept him pinned and Scott kept pulling the hood further and further over Jim's head. The hood moved lower and blocked his nose, he began to take huge gulps of air, anticipating the moment his mouth would be covered. Austin spoke quietly in his ear, like someone calming down a hurt animal "Easy there Jim, you don't have to struggle so much. Just a few more seconds and then you'll see the world from our point of view." Austin paused and tightened his grip as Scott pulled the hood all the way down and covered Jim's mouth. Jim held his breath, praying for release. "Just a few seconds more" continued Austin "and then I promise you, you'll be begging me to shove my dick so far up your ass you be able to taste my balls in the back of your throat."

Jim was barely listening as he fought to try and stay calm and then he felt fresh air coming in through his nose. Two holes in the hood had lined up with his nostrils and he could breath again. As the panic began to subside with each breath, Scott continued to push and pull at the hood. Jim found a hole for his mouth and opened his mouth wide, taking in more fresh air. Finally as he felt Scott's finger's running over the surface of his face, he felt a give around his eyes and as he forced his eyelids open, somehow taking the material of the hood with them, the light came back.

His first sight was of Scott standing in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. "Perfect, fucking perfect." said Scott in deep tones of satisfaction. Jim had no idea what he meant. He could only guess what depraved reasons the boys had for putting a hood over his face and frankly he wasn't happy with any of the images that came to mind. Scott turned to Austin "I think he's ready to have a look" said Scott. Austin simply grunted his assent and, still holding firmly on to Jim, marched him over to the mirror.

Jim was braced for many sights as he came into line with his reflection, but not as it turned out for the one he confronted. He stopped his jaw hanging open slightly, at the site of his reflection, but with Travis' face on his body. There was no doubting it was his reflection, Travis's face moved at his command. When he closed his mouth, so did Travis' reflection, when he frowned so did Travis' reflection. He reached out with one trembling hand to touch first his new reflection and then his new face, only dimly aware that Austin had let go of him. This was real, completely insane, but real, of that he had no doubt. Jim spun round and stated at Scott & Austin "How??" he asked. His voice sounded different too and he suspected he now sounded like Travis as well, but that was only one small shock alongside the much bigger one of his new face.

"So do you like your new look Jim?" asked Scott

"It's kind of a new you, don't you think?" added Austin

"Of course." continued Scott, "At the moment it kind of looks like out buddy Travis has let his figure go." Gesturing at Jim's slight paunch. Scott reached into the bag again and drew out a much larger item, making no effort to hide it from Jim this time. Scott held up a full length body suit that was very definitely anatomically correct. The body was that of a fit young male in his twenties, complete with the request six-pack, and Jim realised, a totally accurate copy of Travis' body "So do you want to finish your new look with the full outfit?" asked Scott.

"But why?" asked Jim as he reached out to touch the body-suit.

"Well buddy, you know you just told us we weren't our dads? Well you were kind of 100% wrong there." said Austin as he reached up to his neck and gripping the skin firmly yanked upwards pulling off his face to reveal Austin's dad, Chris. Jim heard a similar ripping noise behind him and turned round to see Jeff's face smiling back at him on top of Scott's body.

"You see we got these suits a few days ago and we figured with our boys out of town we could break them in properly" said Jeff

"And I just couldn't resist the chance to mess with your mind." said Chris "So we staged this little demonstration for you."

Jim shook his head, smiling despite himself. He was too excited by the options the suits gave him to be angry.

"Well I guess I'd better finish getting ready then." said Jim, taking the body-suit off Scott. "You two make yourself comfortable and when I get back... well I believe you promised me a good hard fuck.... Austin."

Chris smiled and pulled the Austin mask back into place. He picked up his cigar and took a long draw on it "Damm right." he said.

"And don't think you're getting out of the action either.. Scott" finished Jim, but Jeff already had his mask back in place as he raised his glass to Jim and knocked back a mouthful.

Jim smiled as he headed for the bedroom, suddenly things were looking interesting.

February 2012 Post BONANZA

People, I’m pleased to announce for February myself and a few of the other authors are going to attempt to  post every weekday through the month, “why only weekdays?” Because Saturdays & Sundays are YOUR chance to be creative!

The authors we’re hoping will participate are;

• Curious
• Lord Wilmore
• Seuzz
• Nemo
• … and ME!

… maybe some posts from ‘special guest’ as well.

"One Hell of a Trip" by Nemo

Matt smiled and gave a thumbs up sign for the camera as his dad took a picture. As he heard the camera click he relaxed his pose and bent down to pick up his bag.

“Come on Matt, just one more shot. OK?” said Matt’s dad, Geoff

“Dad, the bus is going to be leaving in like 5 minutes.” Said Matt “Come on you’ve got enough pictures to remember me by. I’m only going away for 6 months. You weren’t like this when I went to college and that was for 4 years.”

“Well your college was only an hour away and now you’re going around the world, so you’ll have to forgive your old man for wanting a few more reminders this time.”

Geoff stepped in close to Matt and grabbed his shoulders. At 23 Matt had a grown man’s height and bulk, helped by his place on the wrestling team at college. He stood eye to eye with his father, who although 20 years his senior, still had the body of younger man, his job as a mechanic and keeping him physically fit. Geoff looked Matt straight in the eye “Don’t ever forget how special you are to me?” He said.

Matt nodded, and felt his eyes growing moist. He and his dad had always been very close. Matt’s mom had been a messed up soul, who’d had a brief affair with Geoff while he was at college, disappeared out of his life and then reappeared for long enough to drop off baby Matt in Geoff’s arms, before disappearing forever. Geoff had dropped out of college to look after Matt with his own mother’s help. There had been some tough times, but Matt had never wanted for anything, especially his father’s love. Now that he had finished college he was determined to show his dad, how much he appreciated the sacrifices Geoff had made for him.

Geoff drew Matt into his arms for a bear hug. With their heads close together, Matt said quietly “There’s still time for you to change your mind.”

Geoff growled in Matt’s ear in response, “After everything I went through to set this deal up? Are you mad? No way you’re backing out of it now. I told you; never forget how much you mean to me. I wanted a way to say thank you to you for everything you gave up for me and this is it. You got that..” and Geoff’s voice dropped to a whisper “... Dad.”

The two pulled apart as the bus engine started. Matt bent down and picked up his bag. He didn’t trust his voice to say anything, afraid he would just dissolve into tears. His dad walked him to the bus and then walked down until he was level with Matt’s seat. He watched as Matt settled into his seat and then gestured at his own back pocket until Matt got the message and reached into his own back pocket, pulling out an envelope with his name on it. He started to open it, but then the bus began to move off and he turned to wave to Geoff.

As the bus pulled out onto the main road, Matt opened the letter.

Matt,

I just wanted to say again how much you deserve this trip. No-one knows better than I do that 20 years of work with no vacation time, is too much. No matter how important a job is there comes a time when a man needs a break. So enjoy yours, and get ready for the world of work when you get back. In the meantime, remember to drop your old man an email every week with some updates from your travels. And remember – do whatever you want, as long as it’s not a new tattoo!

Matt smiled. He still couldn’t believe he’d let the real Matt talk him into this. The real Matt who was even now heading back to their house in a perfect replica bodysuit of Geoff, while the real Geoff was on board the bus in a bodysuit of Matt. But Matt could be persuasive when he put his mind to it, and the suits were frighteningly convincing. The real Matt had nearly given Geoff a heart attack when he’d come home to find his exact double. Geoff still had no idea where Matt had got them from, but there was no doubting their realism.

The truth was Geoff hadn’t needed that much convincing. Although he’d been proud to watch Matt graduate from College, part of him had a few regrets about his own lost youth. Matt’s insane idea for giving his dad a proper thank you for his upbringing had been an easier sell than Geoff himself would have thought. When he’d first slipped on the Matt suit and looked out through the eyes of a young man again, all sorts of hopes sprang to life.

As he settled down into the bus seat, preparing for the long journey ahead, he knew Matt would look after his old life for him until he got back and until then, well he had carte blanche to do whatever, or whoever he felt like. He smiled at his dim reflection in the bus window. It was going to be one hell of a trip.

"Boys will be boys." by Nemo

As Amy Williams let herself into her house, she heard the unmistakable sounds of her son Garrett and his best friend Bradley laughing and joking. The occasional muffled thud, suggested that they were up to the usual rough-housing and mindful of the damage done on the last occasion their play-fighting had gotten out of hand she raised her voice and called out "Garrett, I'm home."

As she'd expected the muffled thuds stopped immediately. She walked through the house and found the two young men waiting for her. Her son was wearing an expression that suggested he was trying hard not to laugh, while his best friend, while at first appearing calmer, also on closer inspection looked like he had a secret to hide. She sighed mentally, wondering what mischief they'd been up to.

 

"Hi Mom" said Garrett, neatly confirming her suspicions as he came close to giggling.

"Hi Mrs. Williams" said Bradley, as he gently but firmly stepped on her son's foot.

Amy pretended not to notice. The two boys were as inseparable as their father's were. Amy's husband Mike and Bradley's father Scott had grown up in each other's pockets and their sons, born only 6 weeks apart had done the same. Amy often joked with Bradley's mother, Michelle, that she never knew whether she was going to come home to two boys or no boys, but she knew she'd never come home to one. As they'd grown older Amy appreciated the steadying influence Bradley had on Garrett. Although the younger of the two, he always looked the older and had managed to stop her son from getting into a fix on many occasions. Once again, it would appear Bradley was keeping Garrett under control.
"So I thought you two were spending the day at the mall." Said Amy.

"We were, but we decided to use the pool instead." said Garrett "We figured it might be the last chance we get to use it this year." he said, picking at his red surf shorts.

"Well I don’t mind in the slightest." said Amy, "But you boys will have to get your own lunch. I promised your great Aunt Enid I'd drive over and see her today. In fact I only stopped to drop off the groceries and then I'm heading out."

"Would you like some help unpacking?" asked Bradley.

"You're always so thoughtful." said Amy smiling "But don't worry I've only a couple of bags to empty. It'll be easiest if I do it." and she turned and headed out the room.

The boys waited a moment and then Garrett leant in close to Bradley and said quietly but exaggeratedly "Ohhhh, Bradley. You're always soooooo thoughtful." before collapsing helplessly on the floor with laughter.

Bradley looked at him in disgust "A lot of help you are. Can't you stop goofing around for just 2 minutes."

Garrett had his face in his hands, trying to muffle his own laughing. He nodded silently and then looked up at Bradley. As he took his hands down, he revealed a now hideously distorted face with his ears pulled forward onto his cheeks and his nose stretched down over his mouth.

"I guess that's a no." Bradley sighed "Dude, cut it out. What if she came back in now?" and he reached out and pushed at pulled at his buddy's face until it looked normal.

Garrett reached out to pull Bradley's nose, but Bradley slapped his hand away, hard. "Fuck off! If you want to risk tearing your suit, that's up to you. But leave mine alone."

"Oh relax dude." said Garrett "These things are ultra-stretchy. I don't think I could rip it if I tried"

"Well that's not a risk I'm willing to take. Not after what we went through to get them."

"I just to finish trying them our properly" said Garrett.
"And we will, just as soon as your 'Mom' heads out, like she said she's going to. But until then, just try not to blow your cover."
"OK dude." said Garrett "So while we're waiting... last one in the pool's a loser." and he sprinted out into the yard.

"Such a fucking idiot." muttered Bradley under his breath, but he had a wide grin on his face as he sprinted after his best friend.

"Attack of the evil twin...." by Nemo

Jeff heard the front door open and then slam shut. He looked puzzled, and called out.

"Hey Tad, did you forget something?"

A few seconds later, Tad stormed into Jeff's room, a pissed expression on his face.

"I didn't forget anything, some fucker stole all my gear while I was at the gym."

"Why did you go back to the gym?" asked Jeff

"What do you mean, I didn't go back to the gym, my stuff was taken while I was at the gym." said Tad "I spent nearly an hour with the morons they employ there, looking for my stuff. All they kept telling me was that their ID system said I'd already left. In the end they gave me these crappy shorts to get home in." Tad ground to a halt as he saw the expression on Jeff's face. "What?" he asked Jeff

Jeff looked at Tad with a slightly weirded out expression. "Umm, what time did you go to the gym this morning?" he asked

"8 am, same as normal." replied Tad

"And what time did you leave?"

"By the time I finished searching the place, about 20 minutes ago, I don't know exactly. I just came straight back here."

"And you didn't come home once already and go back out again?" asked Jeff, carefully.

"No of course I fucking didn't! What the fuck?" asked Tad "Christ! I don't have time for your fucking shit right now, you douche!"

Jeff stood up and walked over to the table where his camera was sitting. "There's no fucking way you'll believe me, so I'm just going to show you." he said. "I was messing around with my new lens on the camera this morning, taking some test shots." he plugged the camera into his lap-top and started transferring the files.

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" asked Tad

"Well, when you got home from the gym about 10am, you let me take some test shots of you." said Jeff

"I didn't get home at 10. I've only just gotten back now. Weren't you listening to a word I..." Tad stopped short, mid-sentence.

Jeff had opened the files on his lap-top and there as a picture of Tad, large as life, grinning from ear-to-ear, wearing his usual gym gear. The picture was clearly time-stamped from 10.05 that morning, a good 90 minutes before Tad knew he'd actually got back. "That's...that's not me." Tad said.

"Sure looks like you though, doesn't he?" asked Jeff "And that's not all, he sounded and acted just like you. I honestly had no idea it wasn't you until just now."

"So you're saying someone looking and sounding just like me walked in hear and you didn't realise?" asked Tad, sounding angry.

Jeff took a deep breath. "Yep, that's about the size of it. Shall I tell you why? Because the fake-Tad looked and sounded just like you! Don't you get it? It's not my fault you've got an evil twin running around."

"Well what did he want?" asked Tad

"I don't know. He went into your room, got changed and left here about 10 minutes ago with a bag. I thought you were him, coming back because you'd forgot something."

Tad got up and went to his room followed by Jake. He ran to the closet and started checking to see what was missing. After a few minutes, he stopped and then went back to double check something, he grew more frantic and then turned round to Jeff.

"What was he wearing on his feet when he left?" he asked.

Jeff screwed up his face trying to remember "Umm, some kind of boots I think.. Yeah, hiking boots maybe?"

Tad punched the wall in frustration  "Fuck!!" he yelled.

"Ehrr, what's the matter?" asked Jeff

"I know what the fucker's up to." said Tad "Jennifer's been at me to go on this hiking trip with her this weekend, but I told her I couldn't make it. But if fake-Tad turns up, looking just like me and with all my hiking gear, she's not going to ask any questions. Dude he's going to screw Jennifer and she'll never believe it wasn't me!"

"Well can't we just ring her?" asked Jeff

"Can't. She was going to leave her cell at home, cause they're no reception up in the mountains where she's going. And I can't drive up there myself, because my car's in the shop this weekend. Fuck! What I am going to do?" and Tad let out a groan as he put his head in his hands.

Jeff stood up for a moment and then said tentatively "You could take my car." he said slowly

Tad looked up at Jeff "You'd let me borrow your car? I mean I know we're roomies, but I can't say I've never been a jerk."

"Never mind that." said Jeff "Do you want to save Jennifer or not?"

Tad sprang into action and started to shove clothes into a bag. Jeff went into his room and found his car keys. Tad came in a few minutes later, now fully dressed.

"I've just thought, my license was in my wallet." said Tad

"Well then don't get pulled over by the cops." replied Jeff "You know where I park?"

Tad shook his head "No idea."

"It's in the lot round the back of the library. It's the red ford in the back corner space."

"I know the place." said Tad

"OK. Now drive safe, but go and save Jennifer" said Jeff

"Thanks dude" Tad punched Jeff on the arm playfully "I'll make this up to you." he said as he turned and left, the door closing behind him.

"I know you will." said Jeff to Tad's departing back.

Jeff, went back to his lap-top and shut it down. He wandered around his room, doing a bit of aimless tidying. All the while he kept an eye on the door, expecting Tad to come springing back in again, having forgotten something.

Finally after an hour, he went to the main door and pushed the deadbolt over.

Then he went into his room and opened his closet. He went to the back of the closet and moved an empty suitcase. Behind it was a ventilation grill. He slipped the grill cover off and reached inside. He drew out 3 bags in quick succession. The first was an unmarked sports holdall, the second Tad's gym bag and the third, Tad's back-pack. He carried the bags into his bedroom.

He opened the holdall and pulled out a skin-colored mass. He shook the mass out and laid it out on the bed, where it became more recognisable as a deflated version of Tad. Jeff shucked his clothes off and sat on the bed at the head end of the Tad suit. He drew his legs up and then reached down to the head of the suit and gently, but firmly stretched the mouth of the suit wide. He slipped one foot and then the other inside the mouth of the suit.

He moved his legs further inside the suit, sliding them down through the inside of the torso of the suit and then down into the actual legs of the suit. He moved as quickly as he could, torn between prolonging the experience and wanting to experience the finished product. He pushed his left foot and then his right into the inside of the suits feet. He reached down with his hands and smoothed the suit into place, pushing his fingers in-between the toes of the suit. As the suit lined up with his own body, he felt it begin to bond to his own feet. He pulled the suit further up his body so the widely stretched mouth sat around his waist. He pulled the suit into place around both legs, feeling the thick muscle of Tad's calves bind to his skinny legs and enjoying the sensation of his new powerful thighs.

He forced his rock hard dick into the suit where it easily slid into Tads slightly thicker meatier dick. He started to jerk off, but then stopped at the sight of his own small hands wrapped around Tad's dick. He slid the suit further up his body and massaged his new six pack into place, taking care there were no air bubbles trapped under the suit. He put his hands behind him and checked his ass cheeks were firmly in place, then pulled hard on the suit sliding it further and further up his body. He slipped one arm and then another under the edge of the suit and carefully manoeuvred his slim arms inside his new muscular forearms and thick guns. With his hands in place, he heaved upwards with his whole body and the suit sprang into place around his pecs and upper body. The mouth of the suit was still stretched wide around his neck, but there was far less tension on the suit than there had been a minute ago. He rubbed and smoothed the suit into place over his upper body, feeling it bond to his own skin underneath.

He gently stroked a new nipple with his thumbnail and felt a shiver as the sensation was passed onto his own nipple. After a couple of minutes he knew he'd stop feeling like he was wearing a suit and it would feel just like his own body.

Satisfied his new body was firmly in place, he placed a couple of fingers from each hand under the corners of the mouth of the mask and stretched wide, lifting up at the same time and pulling his hands up and over his head, bringing the mask of the suit over his own head. He lost sight of his reflection for a few seconds as the mask of Tad's face swallowed his own. He felt the mask fall into place over his own face and with his eyes closed, he gently aligned the mask, pressing delicately around his eyes, nose and mouth. He waited for a minute or so, continuing to massage his face, head and neck. As he felt the mask bind to his skin, he opened his eyes, feeling a slight pop as the eyes of the suit opened. He rolled his neck, checking the feel of the suit and then stopped and looked at himself in the mirror.

Jeff ran his hands over his hot new body. It was only the second time he'd been in the suit and it was the first time he'd been able to fully appreciate how awesome it was to have a body like Tad's. His hands explored his body and it wasn't long before he was jerking himself. The small moans of appreciation he made weren't in his normal voice, but in Tad's deeper pitched voice and hearing himself groan in Tad's voice was too much for Jeff. He came powerfully, spurting cum all over his reflection. As he relaxed, he licked his fingers clean and smiled at himself.

"See dude." he said in Tad's voice "I told you I'd make it up to you"

His initial arousal satisfied, Jeff wiped himself down with his towel and opened Tad's hiking bag. As well as Tad's hiking gear that he'd taken to throw Tad off the scent, he'd also taken a few more classical jock items of clothing, an A&F polo, a shell necklace, Tad's leather wrist band. He got dressed in his new clothes, enjoying the feeling of his shirt straining over his new pecs. Once he was ready he turned on Tad's iPhone and checked into Grindr with the profile of Tad he'd set up earlier that morning. A quick browse showed Jeff a few interesting prospects and then he stopped in amusement. There was one picture of a buff jock body that was headless, it's owner trying to stay anonymous. But the picture had been taken in the guy's dorm room and behind him on the guy's desk was a folder Jeff recognised all to well. It was Jeff's and it held some study notes he'd leant, under pressure, to one of Tad's buddies, Zack. It as too good an opportunity to miss.

It didn't take long for Zack to take the bait once Jeff contacted him. Jeff as Tad pretended ignorance of Zack's real identity, instead acting like one straight acting jock trying to hide his attraction to another. He was soon fixed to go over to his mystery jock fuck for an afternoon of fun and games. Jeff smiled at how he was going to destroy Tad's reputation, while having plenty of hot sex in the process.

"Hide & Seek" by Nemo

The sound of a fist hammering on a door, echoed down the alley. A curious observer would have seen two heavily built guys in suits, pounding on the basement door of a near derelict building. After a few seconds the door was cautiously opened outwards.

"Hey dudes? What’s up?" asked the blonde surfer guy who opened the door

"FBI." said one of the guys in suits, flashing his ID "Are you the only person in this property, kid?"

"Sure, dude." said the kid in a slightly stoned voice "Just me."
"You got any ID?" asked the first agent. The kid, dipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He gave his driving licence to the agent, who looked at it for a few seconds and handed it back.

"Do you mind if we come in and check?" asked the second agent.
The surfer kid, scratched his head for a second "Don't you need like a warrant or something?" he asked.

"Well if we wanted to search without your consent, yes, but if you agree to let us in then, no" replied the first agent.

"Umm.. What exactly are you looking for?" asked the kid, looking slightly nervous.

The second agent, smiled to himself for a second "Relax kid, we're not interested in anything you might have for personal .. recreation... We're after a very dangerous guy. He was seen coming down this alley, and we're just checking all the properties."
"Well if that's all, then sure guy, come on in." said the kid, stepping back from the door.

"Could you just step outside for a few minutes?" asked the first agent. The kid shrugged, nodded and stepped outside.

The two agents entered the property, both with weapons drawn. The kid whistled quietly to himself as he leant against then wall.
After five minutes the agents came back outside, putting their weapons away as they came out.

"Thank you for your cooperation." said the first FBI guy, sounded vaguely disappointed

"No worries dude." said the surfer kid, as he headed back inside. As he closed the door, he heard the two FBI agents talking to each other.

"I don't understand, that was the last place in a dead end alley. Where has he gone?"

"Who knows. Just another one of his miracle escapes. I don't know how the guy does it."

With the door firmly locked and bolted behind him, the surfer kid headed into the bedroom. He went to the bed and ran his finger along the base of the bed which was fixed to the floor. At a certain point he pushed hard and there was a faint click.

He put his fingers under the edge of the bed base and lifted hard. The whole base pivoted up on hidden hinges. Revealed beneath was a small hollow, just large enough for a person to lie in.

Laid out in the space was as an exact duplicate of the surfer kid, eyes closed and immobile. The surfer kid reached down and checked his double's pulse. After a few seconds he leant back, satisfied. He looked at the kid and now that he was safe, took the time to check the originals body against his body. He noted a couple of new scars on the surfers body and meant a mental note to alter the body-suit to match the original.

He smiled and closed the bed. He almost felt sorry for the FBI. With his network of hypnotically pre-programmed dupes all trained to go into a trance at the sound of a trigger phrase and the body-suits they kept unknowingly stored for him, he had a network of hideouts over the whole of the eastern seaboard.

That was the fifth time he'd allowed a pair of FBI agents to look for him right under their noses, but always in a different body. He had to admit, after the male fitness model he kept in NYC, surfer dude here was his favourite 'hideout', perhaps he'd take the time to have a break for a few days....

"Shoe Shine Boy" by Nemo

"That's it boy. You get my boots good and clean and then we'll see about plugging that tight little hole of yours"

At the sound of his master's voice Martin's licking became even more furious as he tried to polish his master's boots with his tongue. He was in a haze of ecstasy at being allowed to serve a master as strong and as powerful.

When Martin had been transferred by head office to this dead end town he was sure his occasional nights of leather worship would have to end. He'd taken his frustrations out on his new staff, right up until the moment he'd bumped into master at a bar. It had been a sign of how powerful master was that he'd spotted Martin for the slave boy he knew he really was, even though Martin thought he passed as straight most of the time.

But from that first meeting master had made it clear that Martin's role in life was to serve him. When master had first taken Martin back to his house and shown him the contents of master's dungeon, Martin had dropped to his knees and started to worship master the way he deserved.

Lost in his internal reverie, he missed the first couple of grunts from master, but caught the third and looked up just in time to catch a face full of cum as master shot his load over Martin and the freshly cleaned boots. There was a pause as master stiffened and then relaxed. Then he took a long drag from the stogie in his hand and blew the smoke over Martin.

"Well what are you waiting for boy? Get them boots clean." laughed master. And as Martin started all over again to shine his boots, master enjoyed his own personal reflection on their meeting. He's never expected when he's hacked into his new boss's computer at work that he was a closet case boot licker, but the sites he visited and the videos he watched had soon made that very clear.

The timing has been perfect as master had only just made contact with a guy on the internet who could give him the body he knew he deserved. As soon as the body-suit had arrived, he’d wasted no time in accidentally running into Martin at a local straight bar, taking care to make sure Martin got a good hard look at his full length leather boots.

It hadn't been too hard to persuade Martin that master could read him like a book and he soon had him bent to his will. Now he enjoyed the full attentions of an eager to please slave, while at the same time, he and his work colleagues enjoyed a more relaxed and laid back attitude from the boss. Not bad for a 23 year old computer nerd he thought.

"Birthday Present" by Nemo

Jim sat and watched the waves moving gently. It was still early and the boardwalk on the seafront was nearly deserted. He yawned, he wasn't an natural early riser and getting up before dawn to make it here in time to meet his buddy Mike had left him craving another hour in bed and as much coffee as he could get his hands on. Sadly neither of them were available so he just yawned again and tried to stay awake.

He was beginning to get grumpy. Bad enough that Mike had dragged him out here so early, but now he was late. He had no idea why Mike had insisted on such an early meeting or even why they were meeting. All Mike had said was that he wanted to show Jim his birthday gift, but he wouldn't say why or even why so fucking early. The whole 'cloak and dagger' routine was typical Mike, charming at first and then a total pain when it all went wrong.

As he began to work out how long he would wait for Mike, he saw a figure jogging towards him along the boardwalk. He didn't pay much attention at first, as he was still inwardly cursing Mike, but as the figure came closer, Jim suddenly realised that not only was the jogger a stunning looking man, but that he was nearly naked. Suddenly, the wait for Mike didn't seem to bad and Jim sat back to enjoy the view, trying not to look like he was staring, while simultaneously trying to get as much of an eyeful of the guy as possible.

As the guy jogged closer to Jim, he began to slow down, until he stopped right next to the bench Jim was sitting on. The new guy turned to face the bench and lifted up his right leg and rested his sneaker on the bench. He began to tie his laces, which had come undone. Jim tried to act like he wasn't interested, but he kept stealing glances at the stud standing right next to him.

"I know what you're thinking." said the stud to Jim suddenly, in a deep, relaxed voice.

Jim startled "I..I'm sorry?" he asked.

"I said, I know what you're thinking." repeated the stud "I caught you looking."

Jim went red "I... I...." he stuttered.

"Hey, no need to look worried." said the stud "I know they're really cool sneakers."

Jim nearly sagged with relief "Yes, yes! Your sneakers. I really like your sneakers.." he garbled at the stud. He was so relieved that he nearly didn't catch what stud was saying

"Yeah, I only just got them. Little present I treated myself to for my birthday." said the stud "Still wearing them in, really."

"Well they really good on you." Said Jim and then cursed inwardly, that sounded way too much like he was hitting on the guy and he was desperate to play it cool.
The stud, just flashed him a quick grin as he finished tying his laces and put his foot back down on the ground. Instead of heading off, he started stretching his legs out and he kept chatting to Jim.

"Thanks dude. It's good when people appreciate the trouble to go to to look good." He offered his hand to Jim  "I'm Mitchell."
"Jim" replied Jim shaking Mitchell's hand

"So since you've got great taste, what do you think of one of my other presents to myself?" asked Mitchell. A brief look of puzzlement appeared over Jim's face before Mitchell continued "My new Speedos.." he prompted.

Without even thinking about it, Jim's gaze dropped to Mithcell's crotch, where the pale gold Speedos did absolutely nothing to hide the impressive package Mitchell had. Once again, Jim felt a blush begin to bloom on his cheeks. Aware that he had to say something, he managed to stutter out "They're...they're awesome."
"Thanks dude." replied Mitchell enthusiastically, oblivious to Jim's blush. "But the best thing about them is how they feel. They're some cool new material that feels just like silk. They're incredible to wear, it's almost like I've got nothing on. Here see what you think." and Mitchell reached out and grabbed Jim's hand and placed it on the waste band of his Speedos on the side of his leg.
Internally Jim tried to talk himself calm 'Just play it cool' he thought to himself 'Just feel the material and don't think about how good he feels...'  He barely even registered Mitchell talking, he just concentrated on not making a dick of himself, in front of Mitchell. "Yeah, really soft" he managed to say and then had to force himself to remove his hand when Mitchell let go of his own hand.

"Dude you've got great taste" said Mitchell, I'm so stoked I ran into you. So listen I've got to ask, what do you think of my last birthday present?"

Jim looked at Mitchell for a second and then spotted the chain around his neck. He leant closer to get a better look at the chain, but Mitchell stopped him with one hand on Jim's shoulder. He gently guided Jim upwards so they were looking eye-to-eye "No dude." said Mitchell "Not the chain..."

Jim went still, totally confused. "I don't.. I'm sorry...what other present"

Mitchell stepped back from Jim with a smile and spread his arms out wide. "This dude, this"

"Erhmm, you got a spray tan...?" guessed Jim

Mitchell laughed out loud "Jim, dude you're fucking hilarious. No, not the tan, the whole fucking deal. The anatomically correct, fully functional muscle body-suit."

"The what?" asked Jim

"Look dude I'll show you." replied Mitchell

He raised both hands to the back of his neck and dug his fingers into the middle of it. For a split second nothing happened and then, with a wet sticky sound, Mitchell pulled his hands slowly, but firmly apart. As his hands moved further apart, the skin on his neck began to distort. Then his ears popped loose, first the right and then the left. Mitchell shifted the position of his hands moving them in behind his ears. He lifted upwards, again straining hard and as he did so his facial features began to distort until his eyes became hollow voids. With a slight grunt, he pushed his arms forward and his whole face and head slid forward.

By now Jim had finally worked out what was happening and he wasn't too surprised to see the face of his buddy Mike revealed behind the mask of Mitchell's face. As Mike relaxed his arms, the mask sprang back into shape but it now hung below Mike's own face, suspended from the thick muscles of the suits' shoulders.
"So what do you think of my birthday present?" asked Mike
"Where the fuck did you get this thing?" asked Jim. No longer shy he stepped forward and ran a hand over the arms of the body-suit feeling it "I can't tell it's not real. It's amazing"

"Found this guy on the internet. I thought it might be a hoax site, but he really came through, didn't he?"

"Damm right!" exclaimed Jim "So what are you going to do with it?"
"What do you think I'm going to do with it?" asked Mike "I'm going to get laid bro. The chicks are going to be lining up for this stud."
"Yeah, of course. Sure you'll have no problems pulling some hot chicks." trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Course not." smirked Mike "Listen, are you OK if I put the face back? The suit's a bit uncomfortable like this?"

Jim just nodded and Mike slipped his hands back inside the mask and lifted it over his own head. The mask snapped back into place and as Mike massaged the edges, they sealed themselves together.
"So there's just one other thing you can help me with." said Mike, his voice once again sounding like his Mitchell persona. "You see your buddy Mike, knows you're gay, dude." as Jim spluttered and tried to interrupt, Mitchell held up his hand. "Dude, don't worry it's cool. Mike's known for ages, in fact he's been a bit of a jerk about it, because he's kind of got a kick out of prick-teasing you. It's a real ego boost when anyone finds you hot."

As Jim tried to come to grips with Mike knowing about Jim's real feelings for him, Mitchell moved closer.

"So dude, Mike thought that maybe I could make things up to you. You see although you're buddy Mike is straight, I'm more... Bi"

"B..Bi?" asked Jim

"Sure dude. I still like chicks, but I figure that looking this good I shouldn't limit myself. Of course I've not ever done anything about it and I wondered if you could maybe help me out...." Mitchell's voiced trailed away.

Jim shook his head, he was struggling to cope with the morning's events and he was still expecting Mike to announce this was yet another prank.

"Mike.." he began, but Mitchell interrupted

"Not Mike,... Mitchell. Boring old straight Mike's not here. There's only me, Mitchell."

"OK... Mitchell." said Jim and then stopped again as Mitchell leant forward and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Jim didn't resist as Mitchell slipped his tongue inside Jim's mouth, nor as Mitchell grabbed Jim's body and pulled it tight against his. As Mitchell held onto Jim's face with his hands, Jim's hands started to explore Mitchell's ass.

Finally the couple parted and Mitchell gazed into Jim's eyes. "So... do you think you can help me celebrate my birthday in style..?"
Jim finally allowed himself to smile. "I'm sure I can think of something." he said as the couple started walking back towards Jim's car.

"Nor Iron Bars" by Nemo

Adam nervously tapped his fingers on the door in front of him. He still couldn't believe his boyfriend Brian had gone through with his plan.  It had seemed utterly unbelievable when Brian had first come up with it, like something from a bad made-for-TV movie. But Brian had insisted that he could pull off his mad scheme and had worked on the details of his plan for weeks. Now he'd sent Adam an SMS telling him that his plan had worked and for Adam to get his ass over to Brian's new place.

So there Adam was standing outside the door of Kyle Masters, top jock on campus, not sure if he was about to live out his fantasies or have the crap beaten out of him. After a few minutes standing in the corner, he realised that his knock might have been too quiet and had lifted his hand to knock again. As he did saw the door was snatched open and Kyle stood in front of him, his six-foot plus jock body filling the door frame. Kyle looked down at Adam, who at barely five foot seven just came up Kyle's chin.

Adam involuntarily took a step backwards, out of Kyle's shadow. He was self-conscious about his shorter stature and slight build, even though he was good-looking enough to be on the handsome side of cute. He looked up at Kyle, who was wearing a tight polo shirt that didn't quite meet his A&F shorts, the waistband of a jockstrap clearly visible in the gap between the two. For a second Adam, was distracted enough by the sight of Kyle standing in front of him that he forgot to speak.

He was brought back to earth with a bump when Kyle spoke to him "What do you want dude?", he asked Adam in his usual low growl, that made Adam weak at the knees every time he heard it. Adam looked Kyle right in the face, searching his blue eyes for any hint of understanding, but Kyle just looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression. Adam cleared his throat "I, umm, got this message." Adam said, holding out his cell to Kyle.

Kyle reached out and took the phone from Adam's unresisting grip. He read the message, rubbing his short beard with his free hand and then ran his hand through his mid length spiked  brown hair. He finished reading the message and looked at Adam. "Guess you'd better come inside then." said Kyle standing to one side and gesturing for Adam to step inside. Adam was still unsure of what was going on, but he stepped inside after only a moment’s pause.

As Adam stepped inside, he heard Kyle close the door behind them and then the unmistakable 'snick' of the lock being turned. Suddenly sure he'd made a mistake, Adam felt his heart pounding and a fine sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew it was too late to turn and leave and he tried to resign himself to not making it out of Kyle's room without a beating. Kyle stepped towards Adam and he flinched back. Kyle smirked at Adam's obvious discomfort, but said nothing, and walked straight past him, limping slightly and Adam noticed a knee brace just visible below Kyle's shorts. Unsure what to do, Adam paused for a moment and then followed Kyle.

As they turned a corner, Kyle suddenly stopped and spun in his tracks. Adam tried to step back, but hit a wall and realised he was trapped. Kyle leant over him and put one arm against the wall Adam had his back against and moved closer until his face was only inches from Adam's. "So," asked Kyle "What's this plan that's meant to have worked?"  Adam tried to say something, but his lips were dry and the words didn't seem to come out. Kyle studied him for a second then moved even closer and dropped his voice to a low menacing growl. "You know what I think?" Kyle asked "I think you look fucking adorable when you're scared shitless."

Before Adam's wired brain had a chance to process Kyle's last sentence, Kyle lent in and kissed Adam, full on the lips. Adam was too stunned to resist initially and then as his brain began to catch up with events and he started to work out what was happening he began to kiss Kyle back. The feel of Kyle's beard gently tickling Adam's lips was new to Adam and he enjoyed the sensation. Kyle suddenly broke away and pulled back slightly looking Adam straight in the eye. "You're still not sure, are you?" Kyle asked Adam and he shifted his weight back, pulling away from the wall and Adam. he reached over and opening the door next to him, he pushed it open.

As the door swung open, Adam moved next to Kyle and looked inside. There, lying on the bed inside was another Kyle. Only this one was securely tied up. His ankles were tied to each corner of the bottom of the bed, while another roped joined his two ankles together. Leather bracers on his wrists were tied together and yet another rope ran from his wrists to join the rope between his ankles. Finally a length of duct tape kept this Kyle's mouth firmly shut, while his eyes glared. At the sight of Adam, the bound and gagged Kyle started making muffled noises and tugged hard on the ropes holding him down, but all in vain.

Adam looked from one Kyle to the other and then swung his fist into the stomach of the Kyle standing next to him. "You fucking bastard!" yelled Adam. The Kyle he'd punched, who'd just made a small grunt, when Adam's punch had landed, just grinned at Adam. The sight infuriated Adam, who swung again, but this time Kyle grabbed his wrist and held it firmly in place. "Hey, come on now, baby. You don't want to damage the suit do you?" asked the free Kyle.

Adam struggled to free himself, ineffectively, for a few seconds and then gave up. "What the fuck, Brian?! Why didn't you just tell me it was you when you answered the door?" asked Adam.

Brian grinned, but not with his usual sly smirk, instead he grinned with Kyle's wide toothy grin "Well partly because I wanted to make sure no-one was listening in the corridor, partly because I wanted to see if you could spot I was wearing the suit," Brian moved closer to Adam again and continued "and partly because you really are cute when you're scared." he finished, leaning in and kissing Adam again. This time, Adam kissed back from first lip contact and Brian released Adam's wrist and brought both hands up to cup Adam's face. In turn Adam ran his free hands over Brian's new body. The pair separated, but Adam continued to run his hands over his boyfriend's hot new jock body.

"Fuck Brian! I've got to be honest, I never really thought the suit would look or feel this good. It feels perfect..." said Adam, his voice trailing off as he ran his finger down Brian's newly muscled forearm.

Brian smiled at the tone of longing in his boyfriend's voice "Trust me baby, you ain't seen nothing yet." he said, moving his hands to the bottom of his polo shirt. He began to peel off the shirt, but paused after only a few seconds. "There's just one thing you've got to do if you want the whole show." he said to Adam "You've got to start calling me Kyle, even when we're alone, so you don't slip up when we're in public. OK?"

Adam just nodded, distracted by the thought of seeing his boyfriend's new body. Brian just waited though and eventually Adam realised Brian wanted more than a nod. "OK... Kyle" he said with a slightly sarcastic stress on Brian's new name. "So Kyle, why don't you show your new boyfriend the whole show, Kyle?" Adam finished, again stressing Brian's new name. Brian however seemed satisfied and continued stripping out of his polo shirt. The real Kyle, still securely tied on the bed, began struggling again at Adam's use of his name, but he was ignored by Adam and Brian.

As the polo shirt came free Brian tossed it straight at Adam's face. Adam brought his hands up and caught it. Without intending too, he inhaled. He was used to the smell of Brian's clothes, but this smelt different, more musky and more masculine. He took another sniff and raised an eyebrow at Brian. Brian grinned back at him and gestured to the bound and gagged Kyle "So do you like my new scent? I call it Eau-de-Kyle, straight from the source." he said.

"I like it." replied Adam "It suits your new look, Kyle" he finished, and this time there was no additional stress on Brian's new name and then he stopped as he got a good look at Brian's hot new muscular torso. Adam's jaw dropped slightly and he made a let out a small moan. Brian just smiled from ear to ear, as he pulled pose after pose, flexing his semi-naked body, only his shorts and jock strap still in place.

Brian watched Adam closely, following his eyes as Adam appeared transfixed by Brian's new body. After a few poses he moved closer to Adam until they were almost touching. Brian reached out and held Adam by the wrist, guiding Adam's hand up onto Brian's new pecs. "See baby, this is all yours now." said Brian, as he moved Adam's hand down onto his tight six-pack "All this," he continued as he moved Adam's hand lower and lower, until Adam found his hand resting on the obvious bulge in Brian's shorts "and of course, all this." finished Brian as he moved in to kiss Adam again, grinding his crotch against Adam's.

Brian moved his mouth, down around Adam's neck, forcing Adam's head back. Adam let out another moan and then managed to clear his mind enough to say something "Oh God! Brian.. I mean Kyle.. I want you." he moaned into Brian's ear. Brian who's begun to pull away at the use of his old name, moved closer again when Adam called him Kyle.

"That's just what I had in mind baby." Brian said, walking Adam backwards until he was against the end of the bed, "Just remember to get my name right. Most guys don't like it when you call them by the wrong name..." he trailed off as he lowered himself to his knees, the brace forcing him to take his time. "Especially when you get their name wrong while they're giving you head." He unzipped Adam's fly and drew out Adam's rock hard cock. Adam gripped onto the end of the bed as Brian slowly moved his lips up and down Adam's cock, while Brian ran his free hand gently over Adam's balls.

Adam could hardly believe it. Brian normally hated giving head, although he was always quick enough to ask for it. But in his new Kyle persona, Brian was giving him the best blow job of his life. He turned his head and glanced at the original Kyle, who's groans had become more frantic at the sight of the life sex show Brian was putting on for him. He smirked at the gagged jock's obvious distress and turned back and closed his eyes as Brian brought him to climax. He came forcefully, but Brian managed to catch the whole of Adam's load in his mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, Kyle!" Adam moaned as he came.

At the sound of his name, the original Kyle went wild, thrashing around on the bed and straining with all his might to pull free from the ropes, while he moaned as loudly as he could from behind the duct-tape. The sound disturbed the warm fuzzy feeling that Adam was enjoying and he looked down at the new Kyle. "Hey Kyle. Do you think you can do something about your noisy neighbour? He's kind of killing the mood.."

Brian stood up and winked at Adam. "Sure baby, let me just see if I can persuade him to keep the noise down." said Brian and he stepped over to the bed and without pausing he sucker punched the original Kyle straight in the gut. Kyle collapsed forward, making grunting, retching noises from behind the duct tape.

Adam started forward in surprise "Br..Kyle!" he nearly yelled, the shock of Brian's violence, making him nearly forget his boyfriend's new name.

Brian turned, a puzzled look on his face "What's the matter, baby? You wanted me to shut him up?"

"Not like that!" said Adam, he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm "Look I already feel bad enough about you stealing his identity, without watching you beat him up as well"

"What are you worrying about him for?" asked Brian, gesturing at the bound and gagged Kyle "He's just another muscle head jerk of a jock"

"That doesn't give you the right to treat him like a punch-bag. Anyway what do we really know about him?" asked Adam.

"Enough that no-one is going to think I'm anything other than the real Kyle." Brian shrugged "Look baby, I don't want to fight." He moved closer to Adam and cupped Adam's face in his hand. "I'm sorry I lost my temper with the guy. As soon as we're finished, I'll give him the knock-out juice and he can have a nice long rest. Then when he wakes up he'll have forgotten all about this. OK?"

Adam nodded and Brian drew him into a bear hug. Adam relaxed into his boyfriend's powerful new embrace and just enjoyed the sensation of being held. Brian gently ran his hands down Adam's back until his hands were holding Adam's ass cheeks. Brian began to fondle Adam and he felt Adam's cock stiffen against his body in their embrace. Brian leant over and kissed Adam again, while he slipped one hand down inside Adam's pants and began to finger Adam's hole. Brian pulled away from Adam's mouth and whispered in Adam's ear "Do you want to really try my new body out?" Adam's answer was to turn around inside the cage of Brian's arms and to push his ass hard against Brian's rock hard cock. Brian kissed the back of Adam's neck as he tugged down Adam's pants. Brian pushed Adam gently forward so he was bracing himself on the end of the bed, while he dropped to his knees for the second time that morning. Brian stuck his tongue deep into Adam's ass and worked at Adam's hole, while Adam moaned in pleasure and rubbed his cock against the end of the bed.

After a couple of minutes of tongue action, Brian stood up again. He took a rubber out of his pocket and pulled his own cock free of his jocks-strap.  He slipped the rubber over his cock and leant over Adam. "You sure about this?" asked Brian "I'm bigger than I used to be." Adam just moaned and pushed his ass back against Brian's cock. Brian needed no further encouragement and grabbed Adam's hip with one hand while he used the other to guide his cock into Adam's hole. As he pushed hard against Adam, the tip of Brian's cock entered into Adam. Adam stiffened as Brian pushed harder, and Brian stopped pushing for a second and asked "OK?" Adam nodded and Brian continued to slowly push his way into Adam. Adam made small gasping noises of part pleasure and pain as Brian pushed himself into Adam to the hilt. Satisfied that Adam was OK, Brian began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he progressed. As Brian rocked his powerful body back & forward, Adam moved into time to the thrusts, making more and more noise as Brian fucked him, harder and harder. Brian reached round and began to pump Adam's cock with one hand, while he steadied himself, with the other hand on Adam's shoulder. As they fucked more vigorously, Kyle could only watch, a look of horror visible in his eyes.

Finally Brian came and as he did so, Adam came for the second time that morning. As Adam collapsed onto the bed, he gasped "Oh Kyle, baby, that was the best fuck of my life!".

Brian smiled as he withdrew from Adam and slipped off the spent rubber. "Well baby, your new boyfriend Kyle's going to fuck you as much as you want." he said as he pulled his shorts back up. "Speaking of which, I think it's time I introduced my new boyfriend to the guys at the frat house..."

"You're sure you can pass as Kyle in public?" asked Adam "I mean what if you need to turn up for practice or something. Everyone will figure out you're a fake."

"Relax, baby. The real Kyle busted his knee last week. That's why he" Brian gestured at the bound and gagged jock "is wearing that knee brace and why I'm wearing one as well. Nobody's going to expect me to turn up for practice until this knee's better and as for passing as the real Kyle, well I had you fooled didn't I? Listen don't worry it's all going to be fine. Why don't you go back to your place and clean up while I sort out getting jock-boy here off to sleep, then you can come and help me break the news to my bros that I'm a big faggot."

"OK, but go easy on the guy. No more beating him up." Brian nodded and led Adam back to the main door. They kissed passionately again and then Adam left Brian alone with Kyle.

Brian walked back to the bedroom, limping slightly as before. He stepped up to the bound jock "Did you hear that?" he asked "that was the best fuck of his life. Looks like he really likes this body, ehh?" As the bound jock started struggling again, Brian laughed out loud before reaching over and ripping off the duct tape.

"You fucker!!" yelled the jock "You're not going to get away with this."

"Of course I will" gloated his captor "The body-suit is perfect, remember? You told Adam that yourself. And since he was expecting to find the real Kyle tied up and his boyfriend acting like a Kyle double, that's what he saw. Of course he couldn't have known that the real Kyle was a closet case who thought Adam was the cutest guy on campus, or that my last knee injury ended my playing career so there's no point in hiding in the closet anymore. But then you couldn't have known that either, could you Brian?" asked the real Kyle, revealed at last.

"You'll still have to tell him eventually." said Brian, still struggling with his ropes "And he's not going to think too much of you when he realises you've been playing him for a fool."

"What Adam will realise is that the real Kyle is about to come out of the closet to his closest buddies, all so I can be with Adam. Oh, he's also going to realise that you weren't exactly being faithful to him either, once I tell him about all your little bits of fun on the side. You probably shouldn't have kept all their messages on your cell" Kyle waved Brian's cell at him "There's some pretty interesting reading here..."

"You bastard." snarled Brian, but there was an air of desperation to his voice as he realised just how thoroughly beat Kyle had him. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Same thing you planned to do to me." replied Kyle "Knock you out and leave you tied up, while I fuck Adam senseless. Then once I've had a chance to show Adam how I feel about him and tell him the truth, well you can fuck off back under a rock then, although I will have that suit off you before you leave." Kyle flipped the cover off the syringe Brian had brought with him and jabbed it into Brian "Sleep well." laughed Kyle as he turned and walked away from Brian. Brian fought to stay awake, but blackness washed over him and he passed out, trapped in a cage of his own making.