Caption This! (27th Oct)

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Caption This (20 Oct)

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“Hello sir? Yes, its the body shop again. Just called to let you know something has just come into stock—yes sir, we are just measuring it now to make sure its the correct size. Is it fresh? Of course sir, it just—err—came through the door this minute. Yes, we will prepare it for you—Certainly sir, no need to wrap it up you’ll wear it home, excellent. I can assure you it already comes fully attired, yes and we’ll include the full identity as well. It will be a pleasure sir, look forward to seeing you soon.”

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Halloween Special

Simple question; what scares you?

Caption This (13 Oct)

 

Bit of a head start on this weeks Caption This. Please feel free to continue or write your own.

 

I was still wearing my principals uniform whilst I was teaching another boring class of physics. The group wasn’t really interested and to be honest, neither was I.

As the college jock ran past the window and licked it whilst playing soccer. I wished only for a split second that I was that jock.
Suddenly I felt queasy and ran out of the room as the group began to laugh at my sudden bout of flatulence. I didn’t even make it to the washroom before I was stopped in my tracks by my own reflection.

“WOW” was the only comment i could muster, as I began to feel amazing, better than I had in years. I had been granted my wish. I was the jock.

I wandered back to the class room to see the entire group laughing at the window. There was my previous body being tackled to the ground wearing football gear that was far too small for him. My own clothes now far too big… What an amazing new body.

Secret Admirer (Part 2)

Requested, I hope you all like it!


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As I finished my little “exploration” in Ryan’s body I toweled off and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I felt a welling in my chest… My heart beating,,, I stepped closer to the mirror and my- Ryan’s face began to blush. I ran a hand tenderly against his cheek and watched how his body moved to my whim’s; a rush but yet, I still felt so nervous.

I slowly raised my eyes to meet his, or should I say “my” own. My heart was pounding and I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I had to look away. Even with me in control I still couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes.

My knees quivered slightly as I tried to calm my beating heart.

I took a deep breathe and looked to the mirror again, staring myself straight in the eyes.

“Hey Ryan, I’m Jesse.” I reached a hand out,

This was silly, having this pretend talk with him, although I must say that it was still exciting and I could feel those butterflies dancing about my tummy.

I closed my eyes and pressed my face ever so slowly as I began to slowly close the distance between me and the mirror. When finally my lips met the mirror and I imagined how kissing someone as wonderful as Ryan would be, and I moved my tongue slightly, but not too much; using what I thought was the right amount of tongue before breaking “our” kiss…

I let my new eyes dance across the mirror as I slowly ran another hand across Ryan’s body; allowing my borrowed cock to twinge slightly. I laughed to myself, Ryan was far from a Narcissus but if people could see him now they would beg to differ!

I bit my lip as I ran a hand slowly down my strong chest and chiseled abdomen, I looked at the mirror and tried a few poses

I rubbed my abs while pinching my nipples with the other, closing my eyes and lost in this moment of pleasure… I could feel my cock twinging but I didn’t want to blow my load so I continued teasing myself, feeling all these strange new emotions and feelings. Ryan wasn’t a sexual guy, or so this body seemed, but it did enjoy my touch regardless…

I was jerked from my session by a knock on the door. ”Hurry up Ryan! Me and Sarah are going to the mall!” “J-just a minute!: I managed to call out, forgetting that other people lived in Ryan’s house too. I looked down at my cock; “Sorry friend, we can play later.” I made it jump and quickly wrapped a towel around my waist before opening the door to see Ryan’s sister, Jane.

“Who were you talking to in there?” she demanded. “Nobody, just myself.” I smiled his cocky smile and walked by, trying to conceal the monster beneath my towel.

I entered and closed the door quickly to Ryan’s room and locked the door before letting his towel fall to the floor. I looked down, “Hello again little partner” I said while it was strained to its limits, I let it jump a bit, and lightly pulled on it while walking around Ryan’s room.

I saw some photos of Ryan and his family, some of him when he was younger, in a few school plays, (that was something I didn’t know about!) my eyes came to rest on a photo of him with a trophy, he looked indescribably happy. What shocked me the most was it was the photo where he and I had worked together for the winning score of our junior lacrosse game. Our team was holding us high while we held each other’s hand high in the air. I smiled, I was still the shy boy I am today, but even I couldn’t contain my grin in that moment… Ryan sure was a mystery and I hoped that I could figure him out through this experience…

To be continued…

Best September Story – Voted by YOU!

Congratulations to Gary for hitting the fifty votes; below are the placings;

1st	50 votes	Self Service	Gary Travis
2nd	39 votes	Stranger in a bar	Brody
2nd	39 votes	Motocross Swap	Warhawk
3rd	36 votes	Up Skilling	Gary Travis

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Caption This (6 Oct)

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A Big Thank You

As Sean has already said its the end of the month. And I would like to take the opportunity to thank the person who got us all working on these stories. Sean spends so much of his time teaching and coaching us all and i think he gets forgotten about from time to time. Not to mention the planning and co ordination it has taken. MtB is a great place and I love being a part of it.

I think all the writers will agree that we couldn’t do it without you Sean.

So can you all please join me in saying a big thank you to Sean. Hats off to you Sir.

The Power of Two

Luis looks into the mirror and gently touches his face, only to flinch slightly. His eyes flick over to his friend Adam's reflection as he comes into the bathroom.

"Hey Luis, did you miss me?"

A smile flicks across Luis's face. "Man, I always miss you. It seems longer each time you're away."

Adam smiles. "Turn around, I want to see what I've been missing." Luis turns slowly, looking away. With a smile Adam ducks left and right to get a good look at his friend, then his smile fades as he looks Luis in the face. "Wh-- What happened?"

Luis turns away and looks at the deep purple bruise on this cheek in the mirror. "Nothing, it's OK, please don't worry about it, I don't want it to spoil what little time we have left."

Adam comes up close behind Luis, with a touch so light it makes him gasp. He had always loved Adam; they had been more than friends for longer than he could remember. A chill runs down Luis's back as his friend gently kisses his neck.

There's a knock on the door, and Adam quickly steps away from Luis just before it opens. It's Luis's father.

"Dad!" Luis protests.

"Oh... Sorry Luis," his father blushes. "I thought you were ready. Is that a bruise?"

Luis rolls his eyes. "Yes, it's a bruise. I walked into a door at school, it's nothing."

"OK, well I'll wait for you downstairs. Don't be long."

Adam steps over and raises his hand to his friends face, but Luis turns away. "Was it Dylan? Did he hit you again?" Luis slowly nods. "I wish you'd let me take care of him. You know he doesn't frighten me any more."

"Yeah I know, but I don't want you to get involved with him. He doesn't deserve your attention."

Adam sighs, gently holding his friend. "You know how much I love you, right?"

"Yeah, I know." Now it's Luis's turn to blush.

"I want to help you, it makes me angry that he picks on you. There is another way I can help."

Luis looks at his friends reflection. "No!"

"It's a sacrifice I'm prepared to make. You know that I don't have much to give now, only my love and it's the only way I can show you how much you mean to me." Adam replies

"But I'd never see you again. It's painful enough seeing you as rarely as I do already." Luis's lip trembles as he tries to fight a hidden emotion.

Adam looks into his eyes. "You wouldn't see me again--that is true, but we would be closer, closer than we'd ever been before." He rests a couple of fingers on Luis's chest. "Here." He touches his own chest. "And here, in our hearts."

Luis turns, resting his hands on the table. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure, you mean everything to me and it's the last thing I have that I can give to you," Adam whispers.

There's a shout from downstairs. "Luis, it's almost time to go. We don't want to keep Adam's family waiting."

"I'll be right there," Luis shouts.

"It'll be fun," Adam smiles. "We'll be closer then we've ever been."

"OK." Luis mummers, glancing at his friends reflection.

"Close your eyes." Adam whispers.

Luis gasps as he feels a warmth rush over his entire body. A softness laps at his skin, and he lets out a groan as it penetrates his body, enveloping him completely.

Luis opens his eyes again and his friend is gone. He gasps again; and feels his friend grow within him. Luis is becoming stronger, bigger, better. Inside he hears a familiar voice warm and soothing; it's Adam. "Dylan won't be bothering us again."

Luis's father shouts again: "Luis?"

Luis quickly pulls a shirt over his larger body and pulls on a jacket, and runs down the stairs. "Are you ready?" his father asks. Luis's mother is standing next to him, they are both dressed in black.

Luis smiles faintly, "Yes, I think I am."

His father looks quizzically at Luis. "I thought you had a bruise."

Luis touches his face. It's warm, and there is none of the sharp pain there was before. "Fixed it for you." Adam whispers.

Luis's mother sighs, "Adam was such a nice boy, such a sad loss for someone so young." She gives Luis a hug. "I know he was special to you, very special. But I want you to know that we understand how painful it must be for you."

It's the second anniversary of Adam's untimely death. Luis squeezes his mother "I think, I'm ready to say goodbye. I know where he is now, with me in my heart.' She wipes a tear from her eye.

A voice inside Luis whispers "Together forever, the power of two, I'll be with you all the way."

Taking 2

by Slick Psych

“That was a great nite, babe.”

“Yeah, I enjoyed myself, though the suburban dad type body you’re using isn’t exactly the most enticing object for me, you made it work baby.”

Chris flexed his biceps while Andy lay on him stroking the man fur on his chest.

“Haha, by the way you’re coo-ing right now you’d have fooled me.”

“What can I say, you’re one hot dad!”

Chris nodded in agreement.

“Ok, let’s go get up and get going. The book-fair is in town and I don’t want us to be late.”

Andy rolled off of Chris and began to busy himself around the room. Chris got up and pulled on a pair of blue pajama bottoms. He posed with his hands on his hips while he addressed his husband.

“What, no breakfast in bed, honey?”

Andy let out a guffaw and continued to iron his clothes.

“Now babe, you know how I like my breakfast in bed on Saturday mornings. I’d expect you to at least do me this service after all I do for you and the kids…”

“Ok, you can cut this little fantasy of yours out. You know I don’t play the submissive house-wife role well. And eww! Sex with a woman… what a horrid thought!”

Chris sits on the bed and cracks a sly smirk at Andy. “Oh, I dunno. Can’t be all that bad.”

“Ooookkk. Can we talk about something else? Like what are you going to wear to the fair?”
Andy turns around and begins to head to the bathroom while Chris smiles stealthily. Andy continues: “Several of my favorite authors are going to be there and I want you to be on your most sophisticated behavior.”

As Andy turned his back to go into the bathroom, Chris lowers his head and begins his shapeshifting. First, his skin takes on a noticeably browner hue… tattoos begin to etch themselves around his arms and chest and his bone structure rearranges …

“And babe…” Andy comes back in time to watch as Chris finishes his transformation…”CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK!”

Chris lifts his head and smirks coyly at Andy. “What up babi boy?”

“REALLY? CHRIS BROWN? The most homophobic and crass jerk to trick audiences into loving him?!?”

Chris looks unamused at the accusations. “Yo, team breezy for life. You gotta learn how to have some fun nigga.”

“Ewwww. C’mon! Please don’t wear this persona!”

The Breezy Imposter stands up and begins to flex his body. “Listen homie, why don’t you relax and come let me lay you down a minute.”

Andy, despite being an outspoken critic of Chris Brown’s music and lifestyle, couldn’t help but feel enticed by the pure sexual energy radiating from the way that Chris was moving. He looked into Chris’s eyes… they were luring him almost daring him to traverse down a road of sexual abuse and sadistic pleasure. He could see why Chris Brown always won… the man’s body screamed of raw and dominant sexual energy.

Smiling knowingly, Andy continued: “You know, the real Chris Brown would have a heart attack if he knew you were behaving like this with his image.”

“Whay you talkn ‘bout shawte, da real Breezy is right here lookin atchu. And the real Breezy want some real good sex right about now.”

Chris leaned in and began to kiss Andy furiously. The two made love, madly, through the night.

Head over Heels

Guest Post by Rene Amador

So far, it was a typical Friday evening for Jacob. Work was exhausting this week but he put the frustration it caused to good use at the gym. As an IT specialist Jacob had seen it all, but this week it seemed everything happened simultaneously. He used the gym to escape the stress of his job, and it showed. At just barely six feet, Jacob had made significant accomplishments in the gym, getting his weight up to a respectable 235 pounds. He noticed time to time the glances or casual lingering stares from other guys in the gym. Some were even bold enough to approach him, and he had to admit to himself that he found it flattering and that it boosted his ego and self-esteem. He had even caught a few guys trying to get a peek of his cock when he removed his towel to change after showering. He thought it was average, but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth.

Jacob took his workouts seriously, and always made the time no matter how busy he was. Close to 9:30pm, Jacob entered the locker room and began to undress. His shirt was drenched with sweat, and he peeled it off of himself, grabbing the tail and then pulling it up and over. A few stray beads of sweat rolled down his hard chest and each ridge of his abdominals as Jacob admired himself in the mirror. It was considered perfection by others, but Jacob saw the imperfections and strived to keep improving. Sometimes the thought of starting fresh and getting a new body would pop into his head, but that wouldn’t be possible, though he wished that it was. The thought of it got him excited, as his cock began to harden inside his shorts. Quickly he dismissed the thought from his mind, and took a picture of himself in the mirror with his phone, a post-workout tradition he did once a week to track his progress.

After his shower, Jacob checked his phone and saw new messages from his online dating profile, particularly one that commented about his photos. It was from a local guy, Alex, and he had sent messages to him before. Jacob had seen pictures of his profile and he definitely liked what he saw. Earlier pictures of Alex were athletic and smooth, and more recent pictures were more muscular, closer to Jacob’s build, with a couple of tattoos. He could tell that he took his workouts seriously, which was a plus to Jacob. He sent Alex a reply suggesting to meet up later that evening. While Jacob began to towel off and put on his clothes, Alex sent a reply inviting Jacob to his place along with his address. Jacob slipped his phone into his pocket, grabbed his gym bag and left.

Alex’s place wasn’t too far from his own, so Jacob didn’t have far to travel. It was about half a mile from his own place so he was able to drop his things off at home first. He decided to change again. Jacob put on an older pair of jeans with a few tears in them that hung lower on his hips. They brought focus to and accentuated his ass, especially when he wore just a jock strap underneath, and were tight on his legs and showed some their definition. He decided to wear a tight t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, especially after his arm workout today, and his gym shoes. Satisfied, Jacob left and headed over to Alex’s place.

As he walked, Jacob looked at Alex’s profile again. There was a thought in the back of his head that he couldn’t shake. His pictures were great but something seemed…off. Maybe he was just thinking too much, but Jacob forgot that thought, and found he had arrived at Alex’s place. He rand the doorbell, and Jacob was buzzed inside.

Third floor, apartment 305, and the door was open. Jacob walked inside and the lights were dimmed. He could hear the shower running in the other room. “Alex, you in there?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Take your time.” Jacob looked around the room. The apartment so far was sparsely decorated with the essentials. The living room had a couch and chair, and on the wall were a few framed pictures, probably with stock photos that are inside when the frames are purchased. There was a small kitchen connecting to the living room, a few dishes in the sink, the counters bare, the refrigerator humming lowly in the background.

“Here I am…”

Jacob turned around to see Alex standing at the door frame just wearing board shorts.

“Wow, your pictures really don’t do you justice, Alex. You look you’ve put on some size.”

“Yeah, trying out some new stuff I’ve read up about.”

“Oh, yeah? Maybe I should give it a try…” Jacob stepped closer to Alex and put his hands on his waist. He brushed his thumbs along the ridges of Alex’s abdominals and brought his eyes up to his chest. “Looks like it’s really working wonders for you.”

Alex grinned at Jacob as he put his hands on him, enjoying the touch of his hands on his body. Jacob ran his hands up Alex’s side, grabbing at his muscular frame. Alex took notice and began to flex for him. Jacob grabbed tightly, enjoying what he was feeling. He leaned in closer to Alex and wrapped his arms around him. Alex did the same and dragged his hands down Jacob’s back and landed on his ass. He slid his hands into his jeans and felt the jock strap Jacob was wearing.

“Mmmm, looks like someone just went to the gym…”

“Yeah, I usually do at the end of the day.” Jacob brought his arms up and flexed his biceps for him. The veins pulsed and twitched along the surface of his skin. Alex grabbed one his arms and tried to wrap his hands around his bicep as he flexed, and then leaned in closer, dragging his tongue on his skin, kissing the peak, worshipping it.

“Glad you did. Man, I want your body so bad….”

And there was that thought in the back of Jacob’s head again, but it was dismissed by the feeling of Alex’s tongue and lips on his smooth armpit. He watched as Alex dove his face into Jacob’s pit, licking and kissing. He grabbed the back of Alex’s head and pushed him in closer and heard his muffled moans and felt them on his skin. Jacob shuddered from enjoyment and tightened his grip on Alex’s head, and then he heard something completely different, almost like a pop, like when you remove a suction cup or mount from a surface. It was loud enough to snap Jacob out of the moment and he opened his eyes. Looking down, he still saw the back of Alex’s head in the grip of his hand and something else that he didn’t believe it at first.

Alex’s body was standing in front of Jacob, his hands on his hips, and then it reached and readjusted himself, his cock getting hard. Jacob was speechless seeing this in front of him. He began to loosen his hold on Alex’s head and started to feel it fall but quickly recovered it. He heard Alex’s head yelp from the surprise of almost falling.

“Whew, thanks.”

“What….wha-wha….”

Alex’s body then approached Jacob, reached out with his hand and grabbed his crotch.

“Huh, looks like my body wants your body too...”

Jacob was mesmerized at the sight of Alex’s body as it began to massage his cock and balls, getting harder in his grip. Alex’s body then grabbed the collar of Jacob’s shirt. With a forceful tug, he ripped the collar and tore Jacob’s shirt open. He threw the shirt onto the floor and then began to grab Jacob’s huge pecs with his hands, brushing his fingers on his nipples. Jacob began to moan out loud. He wasn’t thinking of anything but this at the moment, enjoying it thoroughly. He got caught up in the moment, and dropped Jacob’s head onto the floor.

“Hey, watch it!”

Jacob didn’t hear Alex as he dropped to the floor. He was too preoccupied with Alex’s body. He had circled around Jacob, standing behind him, his hands running up and down his chest, then down his stomach, and finally beginning to undo his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and undid the button, then slowly tugged the zipper to slide his hand inside his jock to grab his hard cock. Jacob moaned in ecstasy.

“Wow, looks like my body really wants your body badly. Guess we’ll have to fix that….”

Alex’s body reached out his foot and rolled his head closer to him so that he could easily pick it up. He held it in his hand for a second.

“Yeah, I want your body all for myself…”

Jacob was enjoying everything, and then there was another sudden and loud pop. Alex’s body grabbed onto Jacob’s head and had easily removed it from his body, and then quickly replaced it with Alex’s head. He stood there now with Jacob’s body and began getting accustomed to Jacob’s body. He zipped up his jeans but not before sliding his hand inside his jock to check out his new equipment. Alex’s other body put Jacob’s head down on the side table near Alex’s phone. He grabbed the phone ready to take a picture.

“Gotta tell you, Jacob. Your body feels amazing. Well, my body now. Great legs too, it’s like these jeans are painted on.”

Alex then put his arms up and flexed his biceps while his other body took the picture.

“Great, another progress picture for my profile. Hopefully I can get another one for next month.”