Caption This (11th May)

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Gemini

Guest Post from BR.

I have always envied Jake. He is the star college basketball jock - tall, athletic, handsome. All the ladies want him (and a few guys, too). He also belongs to the coolest fraternity on campus. He has a steady girlfriend, Jessica, that he stays true to no matter what.

I am quite the opposite of Jake, being on the short and skinny side. I make up for my lack of athletic prowess by excelling in academics. Fortunately for me that asset helps me stay off many of the jocks' radars as I can tutor them in their classes. Jake is one of my pupils and by helping him I have earned his respect and trust. Jake is by no means stupid like most of the jocks I help, just a bit lazy when it comes to anything academic.

Jake at times half-jokingly teases me about being skinny or short or some other attribute I lack. I don't mind though. I think of him as a brother since I don't have any family of my own. He watches out for me when the other jocks are around.

I have three friends I hang with most of the time when I'm not busy in class or tutoring. They like to get into mischief, pulling pranks on the jocks. I rarely will go along with them on their pranks but now they decided to make Jake the target of their latest scheme. They want me to go as I know where Jake lives. I am reluctant to help as I really like Jake and don't want to prank him.

"Scared?” they taunt me.

"No," I reply, "but Jake is good to me."

"Chill." Tom, one of my friends, says. "Just help us get into his room. You don’t have to do anything."

So I go with them to Jake's room, not feeling at all easy with this and going only to stop them from doing any real harm to Jake's stuff.

I knock on Jake’s door to see if he is there. No answer. The door is unlocked so we enter.

Something for later sir?

Ok, I write a lot of stories that could  be continued, many times they just hang there. So here’s a list of the some of my favourites and also ones that people have requested me to continue.

Post in the comments which one you think I should continue; if you’re feeling talkative let me know why and how you want me to finish it off.

UPDATE: 20th May, and I’ve totted up the numbers which are shown below;

(18 votes) Chain Letter (Pt.4)

(18 votes) The Other Mitchell

(15 votes) Lodgers Tale

(8 votes) The Toy

(6 votes) Secret Bro’

(4 votes) Producers Cut

(3 votes) Restroom Surprise

(3 votes) Ring of Deception

(3 votes) Making my Brothers

(2 votes) Gauging my Own Success

(2 votes) Dog Suit

Looks like we have joint winners, so they’re both on my list. These are the more complicated stories so please don’t expect an immediate posting. I won’t be counting any further votes but you are welcome to comment and suggest possible directions for each of the two stories.

Thanks to everyone that participated.

Caption This (4th May)

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Caption This (27 April)

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Caption This (20 April)

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Caption This (13 April)

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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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