Sharing is caring? [Day 2]

“I told you one day! Now get out!” Travis screamed at his little brother Ray. Well, as best as one can ‘yell’ in their own mind. “I don’t know…” Ray said flexing a bicep “I’m kind of enjoying this…” he licked his brother’s bicep “a lot.”



Ray had found a ring a couple of days ago that allowed him to enter the bodies of others, and of course the first person who came to mind was his older brother Travis. He had muscles, and everywhere they went someone was always checking him out. Ray tried his best to be like Travis, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get as muscular as Travis, or as “cool” as Travis, so it was only natural when he discovered the ring he try it out on his brother.

Ray arrived home just a little after 4 in the afternoon to find Travis sleeping on the couch. A mischievous smile crossed Ray’s face as he slipped the ring on. Becoming transparent, he walked towards the body of his sleeping brother and rubbed his hands together before plunging into his brother’s body headfirst. Travis began gasping and sat up, trying to fight this invisible force invading him from the outside-in. It was useless as little by little he slowly lost control of each of his limbs before his body exuded a yawn and stretched before standing up and making its way toward the bathroom. Travis was freaking out as he had suddenly just become a passenger in his own body; unable to do anything but watch in horror as he was controlled by someone else. His body arrived to the bathroom and shut the door and locked it. “Oh no… what is he going to do?” His body looked to the mirror and took off its shirt before smirking to himself and running a hand from his chiseled chest down to his tight abs. He could feel his cock beginning to harden. “Relax, bro” his vocal chords said before slowly running his hands down to his cock. “Ray?!” “Nnn, yeah… it’s me bro” Ray said between moans in his brothers body. Fuck this was so hot! His brother’s cock was so much bigger! “Dude the fuck you doing?! Quit fucking touching my-“ Ray let out another moan as he continued to massage his new rod up and down, slowly building in intensity. It was strange, even though it was his own body doing it, it still felt as if someone else were doing it, Travis quit resisting and started enjoying it before finally Ray couldn’t hold it anymore and blew his cum all over the counter.

“Fuuuuuck” Ray moaned still enjoying the after effects of his exploration, surprised at just how much more his brother came than his own body. Ray smiled deviously to himself before catching some of the cum and raising it to his mouth, delicious. He played with it in his mouth a little before swallowing it. “Dude! What the fuck?!” “What?” Ray responded, “It was what your body wanted so I just did it.” Travis sighed in his mind, “I suppose it did…” “So look,” Ray continued “Can I keep your body for just the day please? Then I’ll get right out I promise!” Travis sighed again; he always did have a weak spot for his brother. “Alright fine, but just one day okay!” “Hehe! Yay! Thanks bro!” Ray said sounding a lot more like a little kid then he expected. Oh the stuff he had planned for his brother’s body for the day…

Out to dry [Feb 1st]

It had been a long Friday at the office, but what kept me going was the knowledge that in just a couple of hours I’d be going out again with the guys.

It was another two hours before I finally got home, I cracked open a beer from the fridge, taking a gulp I looked out of the window, and saw nothing but darkness, and my own reflection. Rubbing my thick stubble I wondered if I should shave, it was greying showing my age although I knew some of the guys liked it wasn’t suitable for this weekends entertainment I had planned.

Walking into the den picking up the remote and flicking through the channels to see if there was any football on and stopped at the college wrestling. With a smile on my face I collapsed back into my favourite chair. Damn those guys are built, I thought to myself. It wasn’t long before my free hand and rubbing my chest through my shirt, without thinking it wandered down my body past my gut and ending at my crotch; I groaned imagining wrestling one of those built young jocks to the ground hot and sweaty. I chugged another mouthful not taking my eyes off the TV.

I heard the front door slam, “Is that you Cameron?” I shouted.

He was my stepson, my ex-wife had thrown him out for some reason – I didn’t care really.

He’s a good kid, 19 years old now got a job down the bowling alley, it’s his weekend off.  He came back to me begging for somewhere to live after she threw him out, I agreed of course but I set out the rules and conditions before I let him stay.

“I’m just going for a shower.” He shouted.

I finished my beer and continued watching the wrestling, my mind wandered and I remembered the college bar near the campus; damn it was full of jocks maybe some wrestlers too.

Hearing the shower go off, I shouted up, “You finished Cameron?”, there was only a grunt of a reply.
I made my way up the stairs and saw him with just a pair of underwear on, his hair hung over his face.



“Son, you know the rules – every second weekend you’re mine for 48 hours.”

He just groaned again looking up at me through his bangs, “You won’t do anything to embarrass me again will you?”

Smiling i replied, “No of course not.” I think he knew I was lying.

With a sigh he turned his back to me and I walked up behind him, I pushed his thick black hair away from the nape of his neck, kissing it gently and then I felt a familiar tightness as I was pulled into Cameron’s young body, my podgy frame sucked in, hidden completely.

I groaned, and so did Cameron two people one body except it was me in the driving seat this time and Cameron was just along for the ride. Looking up I pushed the long hair out of my eyes and smiled at the young reflection in the mirror.

“Damn! We’re going to have some fun this weekend and I think we’ll start at the college bar.” All I could hear was Cameron groaning in the back of my mind, I looked down smiling as  Cameron’s dick hardened.

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.

Caption This! (28 Jan)

Back by popular demand!

If you want to submit a photo by email, use this link. Only one photo per email please, can’t guarantee they will be used or when they will be used though..

Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.

Thanks to MKrug for the picture submission

Its dark as you open your eyes. You can hear groans to the left and right of you. You get to your feet but something doesn’t feel right, your eyes start to adjust to the darkness and you look up to see Chris which is strange as your taller than him.

There’s another groan and someone else looms out of the darkness; FUCK! He looks just like you!

What happened on that beach last night?

“What if…”

Caption This! (21 Jan)

Back by popular demand!

If you want to submit a photo by email, use this link. Only one photo per email please, can’t guarantee they will be used or when they will be used though..

Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.

“Sir, you really should get dressed your accountant will be here soon.” You sigh.

“Jeeves, or WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS – I’m the guy with the $200M inheritance, I DECIDE when I get dressed! NOW FUCK OFF and go polish something! NO on second thoughts,” he turns to face you.

You roll your eyes and sigh again under your breath.

You think to yourself “What if… ”

Caption This! (14 Jan)

Back by popular demand!

If you want to submit a photo by email, use this link. Only one photo per email please, can’t guarantee they will be used or when they will be used though..

If you have a scenario that you want to be added if the photo is published let me know; also if you’d like to remain anonymous.

Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.

You’ve been working late at work, your boss makes your life a misery putting heavy demands on your time.

Wearily you make your way to the train and get on, looking at your watch it’s 3am. You thought it was an empty car but there’s a groan from the other end of the car. Concerned you go check it out.

It’s a huge guy wearing a blue t-shirt, his head flops from side to side almost loosing consciousness, there's a strong smell of alcohol around him; looks like he’s been out with his friends and he’s had a great night – lucky bastard!

You watch as he stretches, his thick heavy bicep swells almost doubling is size..

You think to yourself “What if… ”

Caption This!

Well guys, I think you’ve noticed that there are no more ‘Caption This!’ posts?

Well, if you enjoyed them and it brought a little magic to the week let me know and if the votes are high enough I’ll start posting them again…

Vote & Comment – let me know what YOU want.

Party Trick – HAPPY NEW YEAR

I was determined to have a great New Year Party this year, when I got an invite for a costume party it gave me a great idea.

It true I could of course go dressed up as myself with a lame rented costume, I dunno maybe a football jock?  Hey! I could borrow my roommates gear; I flex a bit, He’s not as big as me, but I think it’ll look good tight – FUCK! it’ll look good and I think I’d get a blow off my roomy no problem heh.

But they’d be all the same people there, sigh, My roomy is going out with his buds to some club, private party he says – lucky bastard.

My roomy shouts from the door, “Got to get some beers, if anyone turns up let them know I won’t be long.”

“Whatever.” I reply.

He’s not gone for long before there is a ring at the door, opening it Michael breezes in; a big guy, damn he smell good.

Then it hits me, I could go to the private party and still go in costume, something beautiful, built and smells great. I eyed up Michaels tight ass as he loped into the kitchen.

I followed him and grabbed a beer from the fridge, I popped the cap and added some knockout drops from my pocket.

Throwing it over he caught it and gulped it down, minutes later he was out cold. I grabbed him by his thick heavy arms and dragged him into my bedroom before hoisting the heavy jock onto the bed.

Stripping him, my mouth started to water as more of his perfect physique was revealed. I traced my finger along his face, I kissed him on lips, tasting saliva was purely erotic.

Rolling him over revealed broad back my hands traced his muscles, tapering down to a tight set of buns that I just had to squeeze.

It was time to get dressed in my new costume, as either my roomy would be back or Michael would be waking up – not good in either case.

Discarding my own clothes, I quickly climbed onto Michael, laying on the jock’s back aligning myself I kissed him on the back of the neck before taking a deep breath and wriggling, twisting fighting my way into his muscular frame.

I groaned and rolled over onto my back, Michael’s memories flooded mine, still dizzy I raised my head and looked down my new body past the huge pecs to the slowly growing dick.

Reaching up I felt my new biceps and then the pecs taking a slab of meat in each hand, my hands moved past my hard nipples, tweaking them I groaned again.

My hands moved down further, the tight cobbles of my new abs to my throbbing dick, taking it in both hands I slowly drew them up and down, I let out another deep groan.

Glancing over at the table I noticed I was out for 5 minutes after I got inside Michael, damn I had to move quick.

Jumping off the bed, I quickly got dressed in Michael’s clothes, a tight black v-neck which had a musky smell and was a bit damp under the arms, I was grinning madly when I pulled on the jeans carefully sticking my hard-on inside them.

I left the bedroom and sat on the couch turning on the TV, gently rubbing my dick through my jeans.

About 10 minutes later, my roomy Dave returned with Chris in tow, a short guy wearing a grey shirt, he looked cute and something stirred in my jeans again.

Dave drove us all back to my apartment, were I showered and got ready for the party.

We had some beers to get the night started and left for the club where we met up with John and Jack. Damn, we had a great night and Michael was the centre of attention, fuck! I’ve lost count of all the beautiful people I hooked up with that night.

To be honest, Michael is such a cool guy I think I might spend a bit longer in him…

…. but what I get up to is another story altogether!

Experiment

“Where am I?” Was all Jeremy could think when he awoke bound to some machine. He looked around and saw an old man smiling at him… It was not a pleasant smile but rather… one filled with hate and twisted into a smirk. His search continued and upon further inspection, he concluded that he was in a lab of some sort. He began to fight for release from his constraints when an electrical surge shot through him. “AH!” Jeremy let out a scream, which only seemed to please the old man more. Jeremy’s head was pounding and he began to feel really light, the electrical current was too strong and Jeremy was powerless to do anything but endure it. When it finally stopped but something felt off… He had the feeling of floating, but that was impossible he was still bound to the machine… He looked down and saw the old man smirking before he closed his eyes and Jeremy saw something that seemed to be spilling out of this strange man; an energy of some sort? His thoughts were stopped short when the essence started floating towards Jeremy and on instinct he dove out of the way just in time to see the essence surrounding…himself? How could that be?! He was right here! He looked down and was surprised to see nothing where his hands should be… where his feet should be… where all of him should be! Jeremy’s eyes grew wide with fear as he saw the essence start to slowly concentrate around his body’s head before slowly flowing into his mouth. His body let out a few groans as the energy filled it up. “No, no, NO!” Jeremy tried to cry out but no one heard him. He looked around, begging, pleading, anyone to stop this from happening. Jeremy was mortified when with one final push, the energy had completely entered his body completely and let out a few satisfied moans before opening its eyes. An expression Jeremy himself had never seen began to creep across his face… A slow smirk, filled with hatred and bitterness.

“What? How are you doing that? Why am I able to see myself?” Jeremy called again to no avail. “They can’t hear you.” His body said to him. “Release me at once!” the new being once again making use of his vocal chords. A button was pressed and the iron constraints were released. “Well gentleman, it appears this experiment was another success for Professor Bartholomew Smith!” His body stood proudly, “I haven’t felt this great in years, but now if you don’t mind gentlemen, I’m going to… run some ‘tests’ on this new vessel.” He said with a devious smirk before exiting the room. Jeremy flew off after his body and followed it down a couple halls and up an elevator to someone’s private quarters.

On the door there was a plaque that read “B. Smith”. He floated through the door and saw his body progress across the room to another door where it went in and closed the door. Jeremy flew into the room and heard a click. He looked around and saw to discover that this was a bathroom. The impostor was standing in front of the mirror admiring his new face. He smiled cheekily to his reflection before looking at where Jeremy would be in the reflection of the mirror “The bathroom is a private place you know… although I suppose there isn’t much you haven’t already seen of this body.” He ran a hand up his new abdominals. “Oooh nice… I bet this took a lot of work at the gym…”



The stranger winked at Jeremy before taking off his shirt and slowly undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground. “Oh?” He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued by what the thin confines of his underwear were concealing, a huge bulge clearly evident. He slowly reached into his pants and let out a gasp before allowing a huge grin to spread across his face, “Very nice!” Jeremy was mortified… this stranger was feeling his body up and he was completely powerless to do anything about it. Pulling down the last remains of clothing this body had on, Jeremy could clearly see the delight in the stranger’s borrowed face. The stranger began to fondle his new-found package and moaning; allowing his hands to dance across this new body, exploring every last crevice. Jeremy was disgusted when his rod started to harden while the stranger reached for some lube. “Damn…” was all the stranger could say when he looked down and saw how huge his new dick was; nice and heavy and very thick. It had to be at least 9 inches the stranger hypothesized of his new appendage.

He squeezed some lube generously onto his cock and began to slowly pump his new cock while his moans grew in volume, his breathing began to come out in pants. “Damn… I….f-f-forgot… how… g-g-good… this… felt…” The stranger said aloud between pants. His enjoyment was clear in the ecstasy of his face. Jeremy was disgusted; how could this stranger just steal his body, his life, and just use it like that? He flew towards his body and began attempting to press in. The stranger smirked, he seemed to enjoy the sensation of Jeremy trying to take his body back because he began to jerk with feral intensity; pumping faster and faster, his moans growing loader by the second, his muscles tensing while he fought to keep from cumming, biting his lip and stroking harder. His breathing staggering, until finally he climaxed and a relieved, satisfied sigh crossed his lips while his flow of sperm was released out of his new cock. He raised his hands to catch it then raised it to his mouth, playing with it in his mouth a little before swallowing it and savoring the taste. This disgusted Jeremy who only fought harder to reclaim his body. “Won’t do you any good” the impostor sighed once again with satisfaction “for some reason…” he tried more of his cum, playing with it in his mouth before swallowing it again, “you see…” he began to massage his softening cock “for some reason… we are unable to dive into you.” He raised his hand to his lips, licking it to get the last bit of cum that squeezed out.

Jeremy tried pushing into the stranger again and much to his disappointment, he failed yet again. The impostor laughed, “call me Bart- or should I say Jeremy now? Yeah, I think I can get used to that… Call me Jeremy” he laughed. “You’re sick! Give it back!” Jeremy screamed. “Now, there isn’t much use in yelling now, is there? I’m the only one who can hear you, and quite frankly my dear boy, I grow quite tired of you… Well, at least the essence of you… This,” he ran his hands up his body again, “I love very much.” He reached down and raised his new body’s shirt to his face, inhaling deeply, and allowing yet another moan to pass his lips…

“Damn…” Jeremy thought to himself as he watched the impostor take advantage of his body “I’ve got to find a way to get my body back…”

Welcome ...!

I would like you all to welcome some new authors, and give a nod to the other guest posters that entertain you all on the blog.

Welcome to the new;

• Curious & author of comments in "Caption This"
• Lord Wilmore - author of comments in "Caption This"
• 'Anon' - author of comments in Money Spinner and The Rookie

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• Nemo
• Seuzz

Vote up you're appreciation for all their great work! 

Caption This

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!

Christmas Special (reposted from 2009)

Everyone knew Santa was a busy man, well at least for one night a year! but even a magical character like Santa grows tired and old. In fact Santa felt like this could be his last trip.
He was thinking it was time to share the Christmas spirit, and he didn’t mean the whisky left by so many welcoming homes.
Santa was already getting tired after the 30, 000th home, and  he had a couple of billion to go – he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. Is heart saddened as he saw the faces of all the disappointed children..
He visited the next home and surprised a burglar; damn he had already cleared out most of the room and was taking the decorations from the tree.

Santa couldn’t really believe his eyes, he looked deep into Barry’s heart, it was dark; not light or goodness. Santa thought looking at his own circumstances and weighted up the odds; he knew that he could save Barry, it would be his special gift.
Santa gulped and collapsed inwards into his own suit, transforming himself into a true Christmas spirit. Barry turned to see the empty Santa’s suit and smiled “I could use that for some money scam” he laughed. What he didn’t see what the Santa’s fine mist drifting towards him.
Suddenly Barry left out a low groan as the gentle spirit slipped into Barry. He groaned again, and then felt a warmth as the spirit gently warmed his heart. He blinked a couple of times as he understood his new purpose.

Barry looked over to the red suit and stripped down to his boxers, the warmth spread through Barry’s body again and with a little help he realised his new purpose.
Barry was soon pulling on the red suit, damn it was really baggy now but he checked himself out in the mirror and smiled he didn’t look all that bad.

Santa knew he’d made the right choice, he snuggled down into Barry and pushed up, taking control. Santa flexed “Yeah this will work fine”  

Replacing the tree decorations with care he smiled again as a huge sack of toys dropped from the chimney.
He easily lifted the sack and started to place presents in stockings and under the tree. He smiled again checking his work before disappearing up the chimney.

“Damn, with Barry helping me I think I can get this year finished early” he chuckled to himself.
Although Barry was just a passenger in his own body, the warmth of giving filled his heart – he was loving his new job.
Merry Christmas, have great holidays and an amazing New Year
– Smitch…