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Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
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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.
Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
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Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
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You’re making your way through the school you’d been make to work on ‘that project.’
As you walk through the many empty corridors you slam the doors behind you; crash.. crash.. they echo through the dead corridors.
You hear a crash up ahead, sounds like a bucket being kicked; a hard metallic sound as it bounces of a door somewhere. You decide to investigate.
You shout “Hello?”
There’s a shout back “Help! I’m in the locker room.”
You make your way to the locker room and find Kurt Reynolds, its the new kid. You’ve heard he’s was a top football player in his last school but it seems that the team as given him the usual rookie treatment.
He struggles against the ropes, but they’re tight “Help me get these off dude, this just isn’t funny.”
You look at him, “They just left you here?”
“Yeah! Fuckers! said they’d be back at 19:00.”
You look at the clock on the wall; 18:30 and smile to yourself.
Throwing you rucksack into the corner you start to undress.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kurt asks, a little shocked
“You are a lucky fucker Kurt, your future is pretty much cast into stone and I want it. I’m sick of what I have and tonight I’m going to take a new direction in my life…”
Kurt cocks his head, “What the fuck are you talking about you looser?”
“… and today our paths are going to cross and merge.”
Kurt struggles again, but can do nothing as you turn your naked body and sit on his lap.
You can feel him struggling under you, but you slowly wriggle and boundaries between you and Kurt soften as you push back into his body.
Suddenly you feel a tightness as you’re now pulled into his body, tightness not of Kurt's body, but of the ropes securing him.
Struggling again you realise that you’re now in control, you are Kurt but like the previous own of the body you are still unable to break out of the ropes.
You can only relax; looking down past Kurt’s ripped shirt and tight abs you see his; no your dick hardening in the shorts tenting the fabric, a damp spot appears and you take a couple of deep breaths and chuckle to yourself.
You look over at the clock; 18:45 and spot your new reflection in the mirror, using everything that was Kurt you cock his head, “What the fuck are you talking about you looser?” you flash your reflection a cocky smile to yourself and whisper under your breath “This is going to be fucking awesome..” and then shout “YEAH!” just as the rest of the football team pile into the locker room.
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.
Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
Caption it or write a short scene and we might just make it into a story for you!
Don’t be shy – be anonymous if you want!
Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
Caption it or write a short scene and we might just make it into a story for you!
Don’t be shy – be anonymous if you want!
Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
Caption it or write a short scene and we might just make it into a story for you!
Don’t be shy – be anonymous if you want!
Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
Caption it or write a short scene and we might just make it into a story for you!
Don’t be shy – be anonymous if you want!
