UK vacation switch

When I planned my trip to the UK I didn’t expect to never return back to the United States. I guess I should start from the beginning, hello I am James and I am a college student from Cal State Sacramento studying criminal justice.

Me

Originally when planning my trip to London there was going to be our usual group of 4traveling, My girlfriend Jennifer and I along with our friends Alex and his girl Michelle.

Jennifer and I had a falling out and broke up when I caught her cheating on me with Alex, so you see the dilemma with the people going. I had already paid for my ticket and hers along with hotel in London. Luckily I was able to convince British Airways to refund one of the tickets so I could have more money for the trip and decided to go it alone.

I arrived in London and the cab driver took me to the Radisson Edwardian Bloomsbury Street Hotel, Yeah in England apparently hotels have very long names but it’s a five star hotel and I had a suite to myself so it was good few blocks from Buckingham Palace is what the map said but I had no idea where anything was. I walked in the hotel checked in and went straight to the room to check things out and relax before my adventure and immediately passed out on the bed when I walked in.

I must have been tired because I woke up the next day around 8am after sleeping 14hours. I got dressed and headed downstairs to see if they had any tours I could sign up for and see the city. I got the last ticket for a tour of London and got on the bus to go on the tour. The tour drove around the city stopping at various places to see along the way and letting us get off to take photos. At Buckingham Palace I decided to venture off and would just walk back to the hotel to see a little more since it was only 5pm. I walked around the palace area taking photos with my Canon 50D camera getting some amazing shots.

Ian

After about an hour I wanted to walk back and couldn’t figure out what direction to go so I started walking a direction that I remembered from the cab ride form the airport. I walked for about 30 minutes when I finally decided I was lost and needed help. My iPhone would be ridiculous to use in UK in charges so I went into an electronics store to walk around and get directions. I got to talking to another college guy from the University of London, named Ian, and he said he knew the way back to the hotel and I was really in the wrong direction.He had a car outside and could drive me back to the hotel and show me more of London if I wanted.

Walking up to the parking garage he showed me his 2012 white Land Rover Range Rover.

 “thanks again Ian for giving me the ride and tour I really have no idea about anything here in London.” I said. “Its not a problem just helping out a tourist and you seem cool.” He said.

He showed me all the sights of London and we got some sandwiches where the waitress spilled Coke all over my clothes. “Don’t worry we are near my place and you look like you wear similar sizes you can have some of my clothes and look less of a tourist” He explained. We both had a good laugh and he drove over to his house and we went up. The place was huge and looked like a celebrity would live there. He explained his parents died in an accident and left him a lot of money and he would never have to work a day in his life. Ashe picked out clothes for me I explained how I am a broke college student who just broke up with my girlfriend, which is why I am on vacation alone.

He handed me some clothes and said put these on and I will get you a bag for your wet clothes. He gave me from boxers all the way up in clothes and I was surprised but quickly put them on.

He returned with a bag and said damn you look good in those clothes mate and took my old clothes and put them in the bag and took them to the washer and dryer.At this point I was getting tired and he said since its late if I wouldn’t mind sleeping in the guest room and he would take me out tomorrow for a tour and back to the hotel. I agreed and stripped down to just the boxers and quickly went to sleep.

The next morning the surroundings looked a little different but I figured it was just cause I wasn’t used to being in this house. I stood up and noticed I wasn't wearing anything and could have sworn that I had boxers on. I went to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror I saw Ian staring back at me. “what the hell?” I thought. I explored my body to find out it was true I had swapped with Ian. I quickly ran to the guest room that I was sleeping in and found that my body was still sleeping. I woke him up and he noticed right away his naked body was standing over him.

I sat on the bed and talked for a bit about what we think happened but we couldn't figure it out. I never noticed how hot my body looked, wait what did I just think? How am I thinking about this. Oh how I can see the outline of my old cock in the boxers and wait I am getting hard in Ian’s body. Is Ian gay?

Ian noticed that I was getting hard and looked over and said “by now you are noticing that I have feelings for you and well guys and I am, I mean you are gay.” “I don’t want to be gay I was straight and happy with that” I cried. “Do you think I wanted to be straight?” He yelled

After arguing about this Ian confessed that he took my clothes before they went in the washer and jerked off with them and then threw them in the washer before he went to sleep. We tried a few things to swap back for the week I was in London and couldn't figure out what to do so we figured we could just try and live the others life and meet back in 6 months when I would pay for him to fly back now that I have Ian’s bank accounts I could do it hundreds of times.

He went back to the US to go to my school and finish the semester out and I would stay here as a gay British playboy millionaire.

Now after a month of being Ian I can say its fun being gay and being a millionaire but I do miss home a little. Ian and I email each other everyday and tell about what’s going on in our lives and he has a new girlfriend, which I am jealous of,and is enjoying the straight life. We even joked about if we never find a way to swap back we could just live out the others lives and he could even move in with me here or I could sell the home here and move to the states.

Well that's all the time I have right now, I have a date tonight with John a pretty hot guy I met in Manchester so things are looking up right now.

Weekend Visit

by Erick S.

I wasn't 100% sure about it, but let's just say it didn't go unnoticed by me that my brother Mike had planned a trip home coincidentally at the same time as the leather festival this weekend. I couldn't know for sure until he got here and I was able to hop into his body. I'd been doing it for years, ever since I was 13 and he was 16. Just found out I could do it one day out of the blue. Never been able to do it with anybody else, and I can only ever do it when he's here. So it's made it kind of tough since he moved to Denver, but at least I can still get some fun in when he comes to visit.

The cool thing about it is that me and my brother are both gay, but I'm not really out about it at all. I have a government job here in DC and most of my friends are pretty conservative, so it's just kind of tough. But not when I'm in Mike's body. Especially if he was here for the leather festival, I knew I was in for a fun weekend.

Practically as soon as he got home, I was inside of him. And not long after that, I was rummaging through his suitcase and sifting through his mind trying to get details about what he had planned for the weekend. Sure enough, I found plenty of hot gear tucked away at the bottom of his suitcase, and I discovered through his memories that there were already a couple of hot studs who he had planned hookups with. I'm sure I'd find a few more while I was out in his body. He kept in much better shape than I did, and I'd always thought he was the better-looking one.

"Oh yeah," I said, pulling out a nice leather harness, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Damn, Mike, I didn't know you were into that! Looks like we're definitely going to have some fun this weekend!"

Caption This! (7th April)

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I knocked on the door, looking up and down the empty corridor of the university complex.

"Yeah, come in." I heard Danny shout.

Walking in I immediately headed for the kitchen, Danny always had a well stocked fridge of beers.

Cracking it open took a big chug and walked into the den. What I saw caused me to choke an then shower the room with the mouthful of beer I had.

Danny let out a huge laugh, "Dude, don't waste the beer!"

"But, but..." I stammered, "Tebow, one of the greatest quarterbacks is sitting on YOUR couch watching YOUR TV!"

He sniggered and punched Tebow in the arm, "Say Hi to my bud, Brody."

The big ox of a man, cast his eye's over to me mumbling, "Hi." tapping a two finger salute to his forehead.

I practically collapsed, my knees almost giving away, "But how? Wha?"

He chuckled, "Remember that new job I told you about?"

I nodded.

"Well I got it, I'm not meant to tell anyone but I'm a body double for my buddy Tebow here." he pat's Tebow's impressive thigh.

"Eh? You don't look anything like him though!"

Tebow looks over at Danny and smiles, "Put him out of his misery I think his heads going to explode."

Danny reached over to Tebow's face and pinched it, he pulled it and his face distorted. Letting it go it snapped back in to place. "Get the idea now?"

I just stood there for a couple of minutes with my mouth open, finally mustering a "Fuuuuck! You mean your job if to play dress up in a Tebow costume,"

"Bodysuit" he corrected me.

"Yeah, whatever." I continued, ".. and pretend to be him?"

"Yup, that's about it. When he's not playing I get to be him for all the celebrity shows. All the dull stuff, you know."

Then the penny dropped, "Wait, if that's a 'bodysuit' who the fuck is wearing it now?"

Danny and Tebow look at each other and smile. The giant stands up towering over me, I back away slightly as he leans over putting a meaty arm around my shoulder. He gives me a playful slap in the stomach knocking the wind out of me.

He looks over at Danny tipping his chin, "I gotta get going, mom will be wondering where I am." his voice was deep and rumbled around the room.

He made his way to the door, but Danny coughed. Tebow looked around, an innocent look on his face.

Danny, flicked his fingers a couple of times, "Nice try buddy but you'll have to leave him here."

With a grin Tebow replied, "Well it was worth a try."

I then had to watch Tebow stripping out of his gear, a vision I thought I'd take to the grave. Then my eyes widened as I watched Tebow stick his fingers in his mouth and pull his face up and back revealing the head of Jake, Danny's younger brother.

It was quite amazing to watch Jake wriggle and pull himself from the muscular suit. Finally he was kicking the Tebow's mouth from his foot. Quickly Jake got dressed and with a wave over his shoulder he was gone.

I looked over at Danny and bit my lip.

He sighed, "Go on then, Tebow's opening a mall at 3pm you can go in my place, I want to watch a game."

He didn't need to ask me twice, I'd stripped and was stretching out the suits mouth. The air inside the suit billowed out; the musky, sweaty smell of a teenager. I wrinkled my nose, "How long was Jake wearing this?"

Danny smiled, "From about six yesterday, definitely got a couple of hits at the nightclub."

I took a deep breath and pulled the suit on, wriggling and pulling it up my body. There was something about Jake's smell that was making me hard, perhaps it was the idea that within moments I'd be Tebow, either way it was making it very difficult to push my own dick into Tebow's sheath like appendage.

With a little bit of effort I finally pulled the quarterbacks head over mine. I reached down feeling every last part of my new body, "Fuc.." I stopped, "Fuuuuck!" I was surprised to hear Tebow's voice.

"Clever eh?" Danny smiled, he patted the couch. "Come and sit down, there's something I've always wanted to try, but couldn't really when Jake was wearing the big guy..."

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That's my contribution, you finish it off.

Should Have Thought Twice

by Erick S.

"There, there, sweetie," I said in a motherly tone, "You just lay down and relax now."

Jake struggled against his constraints, his screams muffled by the strap of tape across his mouth. The look of terror in his eyes was priceless. How could his own mother be doing this to him? But I could tell he was getting tired of fighting.

I caught my reflection in a mirror on Jake's door. His mom wasn't too bad-looking for an older lady. Bet I could use her body again to really fuck with some of my bros.

"Getting sleepy now, Jakey-poo?" I cooed as his eyes started to roll back in his head. I could tell now was the time to make my move before he passed out all the way.

I took a deep breath in, watching his mom's tits rise up on my chest. I held in my breath for a moment and then let it all out with one big exhale. I felt a rush as I exited his mom's body, separating from her as she fell to the floor. I gave myself a stretch. Wonderful that I could get my 6'2" muscular body inside her tiny 5'4" frame, but I definitely would have started feeling cramped in there after too long.

Although Jake had been nearly passed out, his eyes popped fully open again when he saw me.

"Yeah, kinda explains why your mom was able to pin you down and tie you up so easily, huh?"

I circled the bed, taking the little punk in. Kind of a prettyboy. Can't believe my sister was with a guy like him in the first place.

"So you're the shithead who broke my little sister's heart, huh?" I said, standing over him with my arms folded across my powerful chest. The little fucker was scared as shit, "Cheated on her? Though you'd play the field, huh?"

I ripped the tape off of his mouth so he could respond.

"Please..." he said, "I'm sorry --"

"Nah, too late for apologies, bro," I said, loosening the ties around his wrists and ankles, "I'm gonna make sure it's real hard for you to fuck around with girls from now on."

I held him down and took another deep breath. When I exhaled, I felt myself rushing into his body. I gasped and felt myself turned around, suddenly looking up at the ceiling. I looked down and saw Jake's body.

"Scrawny-ass motherfucker," I said with his voice.

I loosened the ties all the way and stood up, giving myself a second to get settled in Jake's body. It was always a bit nauseating for a second.

"You still in there, Jake?" I said, turning to the mirror. I knew perfectly well that he could see and hear and feel everything that I was doing with his body, "See, Jake, I know plenty of my gay friends who'd be into a prettyboy like you, and I'm going to make sure they all get their chance. And we're going to make some videos, and they're going to be all over the Internet."

I could feel him screaming on the inside. I simply grinned and stroked his goatee.

"And that's just the start of what I have planned for you, bro. Maybe you should have thought twice before you fucked around with my little sister."

Anniversary (Part 1?) by Curious

“Please? Can I just see what he looks like?” David pleaded Chris again. “What do you want to see him so badly for anyways?” David sighed, he was talking via some sort of video messenger once again to his long time pen-pal Chris. Chris stiffened a little; he hated when David was sad. “Alright fine…give me a sec.” Chris picked up his phone to look for a photo of his boyfriend of (soon-to-be) 2 years, Charles. “Here.” He raised his phone so the camera might see.



David smiled “He’s handsome but… I’m cuter right?” “Nope, definitely not!” Chris grinned, teasing David in a way he knew would cause him to make that cute, jealous face. David pouted slightly before breaking his facade, “Not funny!”

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David and Chris had met online nearly 4 years ago, but there was one problem; they lived on opposite ends of the country, Chris in Oregon and David in Rhode Island.

Of course time took its natural order of events, resulting in love.

This pained both of them deeply, although David continued to hope that maybe, someday, the fates would allow them to be together.

“Hey! You spacin’ out again, Fin?” David’s heart skipped a beat; he loved when Chris called him by his nickname. He loved swimming but “Fish” and “Flipper” just sounded awkward, so after much deliberation, his family finally decided on “Fin”.

“N-no!” David became tongue-tied, blushing slightly at Chris’ use of endearment. “Just uh…” “Daydreamin’ again?” Chris finished his sentence for him. “Maybe, but you know darling… I’m still waiting for you to say… you know-” “You know!” “Not funny!” David managed to squeeze in during Chris’ laughter. “You know I have a boyfriend…” “I know… but… there are different kinds of love, so why is it so bad for you just to say it?” “It just… is…” David smiled gently, “Your gaze in mine is enough.” He raised his hand. Chris raised his hand to meet David’s on the screen.

“It’s late dear, you better get some sleep.” David looked at the clock, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right… but I want to talk with you more anyways…” “We’ll have time tomorrow, I promise.” Chris lifted his pinky to the screen. “I’ll hold you to it!” David mimicked his action.

“I love you butt-head.” David said before blowing a kiss and ending the call.

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David crashed to his bed, sobbing. He wanted so badly to enjoy something as simple as feeling his hands lightly laced between Chris’… He began to think of Charles, and how it wasn’t fair that he is able to take those small things for granted. His final thoughts of the evening were of his head resting so lightly on Chris’ feeling, hearing his heartbeat, before his thoughts gave him respite.

In his dream he was flying about the sky, following a trail of light, not quite sure where it was going…
There was eventually a break in the clouds where the beam took a sharp dive and lead into a house. David followed it into a bedroom where it lead to the chest of… Charles? That was strange… Looking around, everything was so detailed… He cautiously approached Charles, wondering what exactly had lead him here, why this was so vivid. His thoughts were interrupted when a hand reached out of Charles’ chest and pulled David in.

Charles’ body let out a few moans and twisted around as it began to accompany for the new spirit to take control. “Ah, ah, ah!” was all it managed to sputter out before finally relaxing.

“Wh-what?” David felt different, slightly taller? He raised a hand to his head, surprised at the texture of his hair. He moved his hands to the front and stared at them; they were bigger and more rugged, the hands of someone who worked hard for these new muscles he was sporting. He ran his hands across his chest and arms, savoring the wonderful feeling of how firm everything was now. He began to feel his now-cobbled abs and gasped as blood began to flow to his new member…

Caption This! (31st March)

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The Mixed Mirror

from the Sean M. archive

Mark sat on the table and watched the TV; there was a very strange program about mystics and ghostly spirits. It looked boring so he changed the channel, but he was surprised to find the same program on all channels – “Damn cable TV’s fucked again” he said.

If he’d looked behind him it would be obvious he had more to worry about as his reflection in the mirror turned and reached out for Mark’s back.

Mark’s facsimile hand broke through the boundary of the mirror and chilled hand touched his back. Suddenly Mark felt dizzy and their positions swapped; the original was in the mirror copying facsimile movements in the real world.

The spirit smiled at Mark trapped in the mirror, Mark could only smile back...

Now Hiring

by Erick S.

"Man, I don't know," Kevin said, his words starting to slur, "I don't feel too good, bro..."

"It's all good, Kev," I said, supporting him as he tried to hold himself up, "We worked you hard today, bro. Maybe you should lay down for a bit, I'll go grab you some more water."

"Yeah... lay down..." Kevin said, letting his hulking frame drop to the floor, "Hey -- do you think it was that new supplement? Cuz I feel really funny, dude."

"Nah," I said as I kneeled down beside him, "Like I told you, I've used the stuff before and it's always worked for me."

"Right, man. You're the best trainer, man..." he said with beads of sweat starting to drip from his forehead, "I'm just gonna... I just need to... just need to rest... Great workout today, man..."

He closed his eyes and I watched him lay there as his breaths grew shallower and shallower. Then I grinned as he started to hollow out in front of me, his muscular torso and handsome features caving in just slightly as he deflated. I let him remain there for a moment, ensuring that the serum had worked its way all the way through his body. This new stuff really its job quick! I stood up and gave his body a kick, and he laid there completely empty and motionless.

From behind me, I heard footsteps. I turned my head to see my best friend Charlie standing there in disbelief.

"Well?" I said, "What do you think now?"

"Its..." Charlie searched for the words, "It's just like you said... he's empty."

"Told you I wasn't joking about it," I said, "The gym has a spot open for a new trainer, and I know you need the job. We just needed to get you the right body for it... and here it is! Plus... You know you're still my best friend, but things have been different ever since I started wearing this suit and working at the gym. If you had a hot body like this, too, and we were both working at the same gym -- man, that would be awesome!"

"I know it makes you happy wearing that stud suit. And I told you, you're my best friend no matter what you look like," Charlie said, "But it just all seems so weird to me."

"Come on man," I said, "I've already talked to the owner about hiring Kevin. All you have to do is get inside his body, and the job's all yours. Simple as that."

"I guess... If things didn't work out, I could always stop wearing the suit, right?" said Charlie.

"Right!" I said, "But why would you want to? Just think, you could look almost as good as this!"

I gave my biceps a flex and they popped up into two solid mounds. I gave Charlie an irresistible grin, one of my favourite features of my new face.

"OK," said Charlie, standing over Kevin's body, "I'll do it. Man... I can't believe that's going to be me... I'm gonna have a hairy chest!"

"Oh, man!" I said with a huge smile, "I'm so glad you're going to do it! Trust me, you're gonna love it. Now let's get you inside of there, man!"

I want YOUR idea!

Hello readers!

As you have noticed, I (Lord Wilmore) has not been writing much (not at all) since a while.

I still don't have much time for it, but I've been reading comments and I know many of you have some precise preferences. I know I am not the best of the writers here but I offer each of you to write me a suggestion in comments and/or link me a picture about a story/fantasy/fetish/waffle you would like me to write about.

For the next 3-4 weeks, I will pick one suggestion in the lot (or mix a few of them) each week and write a story about it, and maybe using one of your pictures.

I welcome your suggestions and hope some of the other writers will also pick some of your suggestions!

Cheers,

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McGill

from the Sean M. archive

For officer McGill going undercover wasn’t anything new; playing gambling partners, escorts are all in a day’s work.

Today the team had an assignment that was a little different; they had already taken Carlos Drake, one of the Mafia’s right hand men into custody for a speeding fine.

McGill looked through the 1-way glass at Carlos as he was told to strip and put on a pair of paper overalls. McGill gulped and walked towards the locker room.

There was a shout from behind, “McGill” it was the chief. You’ll need these; he handed over Carlos’s clothes and wallet.

“Thanks”, McGill replied with a sarcastic tone, the chief smiled.

In the locker room a duplicate of Carlos was waiting, perfectly formed in ever detail, but totally lifeless. McGill pull the suit to its full height, its cold dark eyes emotionless. Even though the suit was empty it sneered at McGill with a air of contempt and disgust.

The officers pulled the heavy suit over his shoulders, moving and flexing making sure the fit was good. The new Carlos pulled on clothes and put the wallet in the pocket of the jeans. Happy with the reflection in the mirror Carlos left the locker room, only to bump into the original being escorted to the cells by 3 other officers, of course he went ballistic but the new Carlos taunted him and flexed, kissing his bicep.

Leaving the station, Carlos was met by one of the other henchmen; “Any trouble” he asked? “Fuck no, just hassling me for jumping a light” McGill replied in Carlos’s voice.

McGill gained some confidence after fooling the henchmen, a bonus for this 24yr old officer.

European Tour

from the Sean M. archive

“Shit, what a screw-up” I said to myself. As a nomad soul I was able to enter and control another’s body, even access their memories, but I had screwed up this time.

A nomad soul I wasn’t able to instantly travel from one place to another as in astral projection so if I wasn’t to travel any distance I had to hitch a ride. As I am locked into a body for a minimum of 72hrs I vowed to myself to live the life of the body I had taken, for example I wouldn’t take a guy and use him to rob a bank, unless of course he was a criminal already. It was easier this way as my actions while I was in a body imprinted on the person’s memory so when I did leave and enter another there wouldn’t be a big gap in their memory.

Anyhow I’d been looking for a way to get out of the country for a while; the airport had been a obvious choice. I stumbled across Jake a 6’5” jock in a club while I was living in a bear’s body. I took him immediately and after a momentary struggle I controlled the giant that was 6 weeks ago. I had lost my focus on getting out of the country as this guy was damn popular with everyone, but I really enjoyed playing football, and playing around in the showers after the game. Anyhow I needed to continue my journey and explore other parts of the world. I got myself or should I say Jake a job at the doughnut shop in the airport, and started my search for a suitable destination. With everybody that looked suitable I asked their destination Toronto, Dallas, Florida came the replies – then I spotted Dave a 19yr old wear sweat pants and a hoodie. He was quiet well built, I could see his pec’s through his red t-shirt. I asked his destination and he said “London, United Kingdom”, this was it I thought – I pushed him for more information; “Yeah me and the guys are doing a European tour” – Great, load of jocks going on a drinking tour of Europe, This was the one I thought to myself!

As Dave left the shop I made my excuses and followed him, it was my lucky day, he went to the rest room and I followed him in. He turned and looked at me freaked out that I was following him. He started to shout at me, it was time to use Jakes huge bulk and skills for the last time; I flipped him around and put him into a sleeper hold. I flexed Jakes huge bicep and lifted Dave off the ground – I would miss Jakes body but I knew where to find it again if I wanted. Only 40 seconds had passed and Dave’s body was limp in Jakes arms.

I took Dave into one of the larger cubicles and locked the door, leaving him leaning up against the wall while I prepared the swap. I unbuckled my pant and dropped them followed by my boxers. I picked up the still unconscious jock and sat down on the can with Dave on my lap; it was time to leave Jake.

I focused my mind and erased the past 5 minutes, the maximum I could, and put Jake’s body to sleep for a while. It was time to leave; I pushed myself out of the sleeping giant and into the unconscious Dave. Dave’s body twitched and shook a little as I took control of the young jock; I opened my eyes and took a breath.

I stood up and admired the body that I had just left, smiling to myself I took Jakes hand made him grasp his own dick, a bit of fun for when he woke up I thought to myself.

I left the cubical and walked over to the mirror to check my new reflection. I was younger than before but I had a cute face and a fit body. I smiled and created the cheekiest wicked smile I had seem,, I tilted my head perfecting the look. I would have to wait a while for Dave’s full memories to filter through usually about 2hrs.

I checked the ticket, and made my way to the departure gate. I was almost there when I was called; I turned to expect to see a load of jock; but my jaw dropped when I realised the guys were my new Dad and my younger brothers!

I knew instantly that this wasn’t going to the beer tour I had thought it would be. I groaned as Dave’s memories started to filter through.

The kids were already starting to play up, I just reached into my pocket and got my ipod out and turned up the music. I only had another 72hrs before I could swap again… Shit!

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