Caption This (6 April)

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Harness Holiday

I was having lunch with my friend Julian, he’d invited me to his apartment and had cooked us both a light lunch.

He told me to have a break from work and go on holiday, I told him I was behind on my schedule and had a shit load of work to do. He laughed at me, as he rubbed his stubble with a twinkle in his eye. “Let’s say if I could fill in for you, would you go then?”

“I guess so, but there’s no way you can fill in for me they’re very security conscious in the office they won’t let anyone in you know,” I sighed.

He just smiled sympathetically and bit his lip. “How long have we known each other?” He asked.

“About six years I guess,” I answered.

He grinned and rested his hands on my shoulders, he was a lot bigger than me. “Trust me,” he said. With a deep breath he locked his lips on mine, and my eyes popped! I knew he was gay but he’d never come onto me like this before. I started to struggle, but he held on me tightly; I gradually calmed down and started to share each others breath through our sealed lips. His lungs must have been huge as every time he exhaled filling my lungs it felt like they where going to burst.

I started to get light headed as the oxygen became thinner, and I passed into darkness. I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I woke I felt a weight on my chest; I looked down and gasped—it was my own body!

Secret Bro’

“Oh hey little bro’” Jake, my older brother joked. I hated it when he called me that, he wasn’t that much older than me!

“Hey,” I replied with a sigh. “How long are you back this time?”

“Three weeks then I have to go back, they can’t run the army without me. Oh and thanks for letting me use your spare room, I don’t think I could face the family again,” he chuckled.

I bit my lip. “So can I you know,” I hesitated nervously not looking into my brothers eyes, but studying his tight torso as he laid on the bed relaxing.

He grinned at me. “So you can…” he trailed off.

Gym Time

 

I had been going the gym for years but all it seemed to do for me was keep me slim. I could never build muscle and I always looked like the shy skinny kid at the back of the room.

Some people were cut from a different kind of cloth and it was obvious that some of the guys in the gym were not cut from the same cloth as myself. There were people who must of literally lived there, muscles bulging from everywhere. Veins popping out all over the place. The buffesst of the buff. I admired them all wishing I could be like them.

I often looked at them but this time one of them caught me looking as he was working out on one of the muscle presses.

Caption This (30 Mar)

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It pays to help

I know It’s wrong, but I’ve had a crush on my friend’s dad for the longest time, but it’s just so easy to ‘slip in’ whenever I see him…

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I sighed contently, holding Charles’ shrinking cock. (I felt giddy, I never knew Trevor’s dad’s name until I slipped into here and looked at his wallet! He was loaded! )

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Ever since I helped that gypsy lady, I’ve had periods where I’d feel light headed and pass out, but somehow I’d still be floating consciously above my body.

It was way freaky the first time, I’m 16, and they did say in sex ed that our body would be going through changes, but I didn’t really pay attention and wasn’t sure if this was normal, or not, but scared, I immediately ran, (er, hovered?) to Dad’s room.

I could see he had his girlfriend over, and I’m not sure what they were doing, but they were both breathing heavily, and I called out to Dad over and over but he wouldn’t listen, so I reached a shaking hand over and tried to tap his shoulder, and next thing you know, everything goes black for a moment and when I open my eyes, I’m on top of dad’s girlfriend, and… oh my… what is that wonderful feeling?

I bit my lip, and let out a moan.

She giggles, “I know you’re enjoying yourself big boy but that doesn’t mean you can stop!” and with that she wrapped her legs tighter around my back pulling me closer, another deep moan escaped my throat, it didn’t seem like my voice but I didn’t care, I lost all control and let my instincts take over. I began biting her neck, and squeezing her chest, all the while thrusting in and out slowly with my new, bigger, cock.

After a while I begin to feel a stirring in my groin, and I bite my lip to try to stifle it, and I can hear Christine moaning too, as her crotch began to tighten around my member, and with one final thrust I release my seed, letting out one final moan; a cheeky grin creeping across my face.

We were both panting, and as I lay there, my shrinking cock slowly pull out of her. “You’ve never been so vigorous before! What’s gotten into you, Tom?” Oh, I must be in Dad’s body?

If only she knew.

Protection, la segunda parte

by Slick Psych

 

A year has passed since I became the man that I was always meant to be. I stretch my glorious body under the silk sheets and look over at my clock. 9AM. Perfect.

I tease my cock with my beefy fingers.  Somewhere in there, the essence of the first Juan watched through my piss slit, admiring my handsome face and now hairy chest.

 

 

I rub the fur on my chest, realizing that it must have been about 3 months since my last waxing. I take my iPad from my bedside and make a note to myself to schedule an appointment with my stylist in France next weekend. To myself, the god of a man I have become, I say: “Buenos días, Juan. Espero que hoy sea un buen día. Por otra parte, cada día es un buen día- Yo soy el directorde esta vida y mira lo que han hecho en en un tiempo tan corto..”

Caption This (23 Mar)

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Try Before You Buy

I pushed open the front door and walked in as quietly as I could, although there was really no need to worry as all the party goers where pretty much out of their heads. People lay asleep in chairs and corners snuggled up in each others arms. I smiled to myself as I glanced around the faces; all familiar but I was looking for someone in particular--Flynn, and I knew where to find him--exactly where I left him last night, the bathroom.

Gym Bulk

Caption This request form 2nd March 2013

(story request for pic 1. how about a kid admires the body of a hot muscle guy, and the muscle gut offers the kid a trial trade. they would also have sex with each others former bodies, and there could also be the possibility of an on-going thing, maybe the body builder would offer to work out in the kids body to make him big also)

I had been going the gym for years but all it seemed to do for me was keep me slim. I could never build muscle and I always looked like the shy skinny kid at the back of the room.

Caption This (16 Mar)

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Requested by Anon, from the Caption this (23rd Feb)

I sat on the bench near the local high school and contemplated my position as I looked into my cupped hands; same job, same life--it really kinda sucked.

Glancing across the field I watched some teenagers shouting excitedly; two guys--had to be football jocks looking at their size--and a handful of girls.

"Go long Nate," he shouted as his friend ran down the field. Nate caught the ball easily and sprinted the remainder.

Nate turned and jogged backwards. "Come on Adam, what is it? Too fast for you?" Nate taunted. Adam sprinted down the field and tackled Nate to the ground and the two tussled for a while neither wanting to let go of the ball.

Finally Nate wrestled free with the ball and got to his feet. Adam looked up at him, and tipped his head. With a grin Nate threw the ball bouncing it off Adam's head. With a growl Adam sprung to his feet tackling Nate again; they struggled falling to the ground as the rest of the friends gathered around jeering and shouting.

Adam pulled Nate's shirt over his head trapping his arms, with a jeer he pinned him to the ground. Nate slipped out of his shirt and jumped to his feet and growled flexing his biceps, he jump on his and ended up sitting across his shoulders. A girl  took Nate's hand pulling him to his feet. "The winner," she proclaimed as he clenched his hands above his head--*a fine specimen* I thought to myself.

Looking at my watch I knew I had to get back to work. Reluctantly I walked over to the shop, and looked at the small ads in the window.

Not sure what made me do it, but the small note seemed to be talking to me. I rang the number, a girl’s voice answered and I mentioned the advert, and she told me to wait for a moment as she put a hand over the mouthpiece.

I turned and watched the teenagers; a girl cupped a hand around Adam's cheek stroking it gently. I bit my lip and returned to the advert reading it again. Moments later another voice came on the line--a guys, it was a little breathless but confident. I mentioned the advert, and to my surprise he told me he could come over right now and talk to me about it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and jumped--it was Adam. Behind him was Nate and some girls; he smiled. He pulled Nate forward putting an arm around his shoulder. "Saw you watching us," he said under his breath and slapped a hand on his friends tight chest, "...If you're calling about the advert," he taps his finger on the yellow card in the window, "then I think I can help you."

I felt uneasy surrounded by the teenagers, but the glitter in their eyes suggested that there was something unusual about them--not your typical students.

Adam and Nate flanked my sides and jostled me around the corner behind the shop. "You like Nate?" Adam asked, I nodded a reply blushing a little. "Do you mind Nate?" Adam asked, with a smile Nate shook his head and started take the remaining clothes off his toned body--it was a fine package.

Adam turned to his friend and pressed his open hand against Nate's chest--he glanced back at me and smiled. He mumbled something under his breath and Nate's form phased out of focus and softened. I gasped as Nate's body appeared to be drawn into Adam's hand, revealing a fully clothed older man where Nate used to stand. "Thanks Adam, it’s been a blast--see you next time?" the man said shaking Adam's hand and left.

I blinked in disbelief. "What happened to Nate?" I stuttered.

"Oh, best you don't ask. I used him to disguise," he paused for a moment, "the other guy."

I nodded to the three girls. "What about them?" I asked.

Adam laughed. "Two bored housewives, and Tony."

"Tony?" I retorted glancing between the three girls.

"Yeah, but I ain't telling who," Adam quipped.

Before I knew what was happening Adam had pushed me to the wall pinning me with a strong hand on my chest. He mumbled something again, and I felt a warmth spread across my body; panicking I closed my eyes.

"Nate?" I heard a soft voice cooed.

I opened my eyes, and felt a chill. Looking down I realised I was totally naked, but it wasn't my body it was Nate's. One of the girls looked up at me and smiled rubbing my... MY heavy pecs.

Adam cleared his throat. "You can enjoy Nate for a couple of days--free of charge. Your timing is perfect; he's going to the prom tonight."

I looked down at the girl hugging me and wondered if it was Tony. "OK cool," I replied still trying to take it all in. I pulled on Nate's clothes and followed Adam out; what else could I do?

As the girls left Adam told them we'd see them later. We returned to Adam's apartment and I asked him if he really looked like the jock I saw in front of me. "No, but does it matter?" he asked. I shook my head; maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask too many questions.

We showered together, which felt strange but somehow natural.
 
It was getting late, and Adam handed me hanger of clothes. "Better get ready, you don't want to keep Sally waiting," he said with a grin.

I started to get dressed, pulling on the black shirt slowly buttoning it up. It was snug and fitted perfectly, better than anything I owned. I pulled on some silk underwear and the black pants. I struggled a little pulling on the waistcoat; the muscles in my back made it a little difficult to reach behind me. Fixing my tie I buttoned the waistcoat and looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, the tailored suit showed off my v-shaped torso perfectly. I felt myself going hard as I looked at the young stud I had become. I pulled on the jacket just as Adam came through the door; he was perfectly dressed in a white suit. He looked me in the eye and grinned as he pinned a flower to my lapel.

"Ready to go... Nate?" he asked. I nodded and we left.