TGIF: SOMETHING IN THE WATER

by TS Escher

“Thanks, Marty,” Xander said. He smiled appreciatively as he accepted a bottle of water.

Heading back to the locker room, the former marine looked back affectionately toward the old man. He had never been accustomed to kindness, yet despite his best efforts, he had found Marty anyway.

Every morning Marty opened the boxing gym two hours early, just for him and his trainer. Although getting on in years, the old goat never seemed tired. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, he was always ready with a cold bottle of water for his favorite client. He even washed Xander’s gym clothes with the towels. Fresh clothes! Every day!

How did I get so lucky?

He stepped into a pair of tight black underwear as his trainer Howard entered the room.

“Ready to put ‘em up, big guy?” he said with a laugh.

“You bet!”

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: Jerry's Gym, pt 1

by TS Escher

 ACT I, SCENE 1: ENTER, THE THIEF

Jerry’s eyes widened in disbelief. Overcome with anger; his hands balled up into fists. This little prep-school motherfucker is proposing to use my gym to run his drugs? Over my dead body!

Evan’s dark eyes narrowed. He knew that Jerry was formulating the fighting words that he had been waiting for. Jerry had been known around the gym as a gentle giant. A successful competitive bodybuilder whose gym had become not so successful as of late.

Evan’s eyes shifted to the clock. Fuck. Four forty-five. Almost opening time. Impatient, Evan took a rebellious step toward the man three times his size. 

Jerry laughingly shook his head, “This is a road you don’t wanna go down, string-bean. Now I said no. I don’t want any part of your business. You wanna work out here, fine; you paid just like everyone else. But if I ever catch you dealing in here—”

“You’ll what?” Evan responded, with a mix of curiosity and delight.

Jerry flexed his pecs in warning. “I think it’s just about time you leave, friend.” As he placed a firm hand on Evan’s forearm and bounced his chest again, it suddenly became stiff, suspended in a hard flex. With his free hand, Jerry grabbed the tight muscle and felt his heart thump. HARD. His legs wobbled.

Am I having a heart attack?

TGIF: Maneater

by TS Escher

 

The world would be better off without humans. No pollution. No war. No country music. Unfortunately, they are also necessary.

While savoring this fleeting thought, I move closer to the welcoming warmth of the lamp. My hands are starting to lose their greenish hue as a resigned sigh bubbles up in my throat.

I have to face facts. Chase is starting to deteriorate, and I will be forced to feed again.

My kind, or more specifically plants of my genus, need two things to survive: humans and light. Distant cousins of the Venus Flytrap, we are carnivores. But instead of flies, we feed on humans. As a result, I live simply. I do not need furniture, food or drink. My only sport is hunting and the occasional human fuck.

TGIF: Exchange of Power

by TS Escher

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

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

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

Serial Seduction, pt 3

by TS Escher
 

READ PT1, PT2

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

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

TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 2

by TS Escher

READ PT1 HERE

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

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

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

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

TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 1

by TS Escher

Deep breath in, and out. I leave my eyes open for now, allowing my garden to go out of focus. It's peaceful, except for the occasional clank of weights inside of the gym next door. All of the windows must be open; it’s such a beautiful day.

Deep breath in, and out. Now close your eyes. Everything goes dark as I continue to breathe deeply. My mind is clearing quickly today -- that’s how I know it is Friday.

Every Friday I can relax a little more because my prey is at the gym, sans girlfriend. It wouldn’t hurt her to spend a little less time working out. Live a little! Let me play! I have been watching my straight crush work out through my kitchen window for a month now, and today will be my first attempt at fucking him. If there is one thing I have learned in my astral adventures, it’s this—

No man is really straight. You just have to find the right body.

TGIF: 24 HOUR FITNESS

by TS Escher

I bathe in the neon light of the 24-Hour Fitness sign for a moment, then slam my door shut. Wearily eyeing the parking lot, I spot two other cars. 

My watch beeps indicating midnight. I’m right on time.

The sliding doors welcome me with a familiar whoosh, and my skinny frame passes the sleepy clerk with a gym bag. Giddiness overwhelms me as I flick my keycard over the scanner. It responds with a happy chirp. I fucking love this place.

“Happy anniversary!” the clerk calls behind me. My breath stops short in my chest. How does she know?

Guest Post: THE PULSE

by TS Escher

“Cadet Peters!”

I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.

“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.

“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.

My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”

Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.