Is It Love?!

Part 1  - The beginning

Internet pop ups can be annoying and pointless at times but on this particular day, it happened to be just what I and a group of my friends were looking for.

The pain he had been in had been unbearable for him as we'll as his friends. It had been going on for months.

Around three weeks ago he had split up with his partner. They had been together for years and were close even from a school age. It may have only been three weeks ago, but the breakup had been going on for months. That was almost the end for him. He gave up and it was only his close friends that had supported him so well that kept him going.

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Kiss

“Fuck I look hot.” I said to no one in particular as I caught my reflection in a passing window.

Sam here was definitely one of my favorites; active, attractive (and although he kept it on the down-low), bisexual.

“Mmm” I bit my lip as I flexed my muscles.

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I still remember my first day in here; just another boring day since I’d lost my body in that experiment. Or rather, it just dissipated into thin air, my spirit left without a body.

I tried everything to get their attention, but it was no use, no one could see me, or even hear me. I tried throwing things, but my ‘hands’ just passed right through.

Defeated, I just decided to look around the facility.

I found the security personal area, and Sam here really caught my eye; I could see his muscles bulging even through his uniform. So, having nothing better to do I just decided to follow him.

We came to a what was more or less a locker room; complete with showers (I imagine to wash off in case of an accident with an experiment), and much to my delight, Sam began to undress.

I floated up next to him, and began to try to run my hands across his chiseled muscles, and though he didn’t seem to notice, I could see his skin began to tingle with goose-bumps. I slowly traced the his abs down to his waist…

I could see his pants stiffen and I allowed a playful smile to dance across my face.

I pressed my ‘lips’ to his, and a look of shock shot across his face as a force suddenly started jerking me into his body.

He was moaning; it seemed a bit painful, his body was convulsing violently as it was unsure whose commands to listen to, and after a few brief moments, I was fully inside of him. And I could feel him drift off to a gentle slumber; exhausted from his recent experience.

I breathed in slowly; enjoying the rush as I felt this powerful chest expand with air. I let out a cheeky green as I ran his rugged hands down his abs and I paused for a moment at the waistband of his underwear; I could feel it straining to get out, and I decided that since he was going to shower anyways… I quickly tossed them off and looked to the mirror to view my new (if borrowed), package.

This thing was fuckin’ monster! It was so damn thick, and it was already pretty long and it wasn’t even at full mast yet, I ran a hand through the neatly trimmed hair before grasping the rod and giving it a light rub.

”oooh…” a moan escaped my lips as my body twinged a little; I hadn’t really noticed but he wasn’t circumcised either, and this felt so much better than my own cock ever did! I gave it another light rub and shuttered with delight.

I decided to take this to the shower and as the hot water ran down my skin, I let out a content sigh, his muscles were a bit sore, and this water was so soothing… I stood there feeling the sweet relief of this miracle water before continuing with my shower. I took his bottle of body wash and squeezed some into my hands, running my strong hands across his cobbled abs was not something I regretted at all…

I felt a familiar stirring from my crotch as it began to swell; I lathered my hands up and began rubbing it slowly, savoring all the new sensations… Moans were escaping my mouth, I was trying to keep them quiet, but that was a bit hard as my new voice was deep and could be heard rumbling throughout the room. Damn, this foreskin made such a fucking difference, I could barely continue as my body shivered from all the pleasure it was receiving.

I heard someone come in, and I stopped immediately; but damn, I was still so fucking horny.

I looked outside of the shower and I caught a glimpse as someone just as ripped as this body was. Fuck, I was so horny…



It wasn’t long before my new, ‘colleague’ had also entered the shower and I said “Fuck it” and decided to go for it…

I stepped into his shower with him and he turned around “The fuck du-“ I pressed my lips to his and let my tongue delicately explore his mouth; the look of shock on his face turned to one of pleasure as he began to kiss back. But, to my horror, I felt myself being pulled outside of my new body, I struggled to stay in and I could feel my control slowly slipping and after a few moments I was looking at my old reflection. He seemed groggy but not wasting time, I flipped him around and pushed my new cock in, still impressive, but not as great as the one I just had.

It was tight, but after some wiggling around I managed to get my cock in. I heard a whimper of pain leave his lips. But I didn’t care as I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, building up a rhythm, I could tell he still was a bit groggy and not sure what was happening, but the cries of pain slowly turned into ones of enjoyment, and this felt nice, but it was something I was all too used too; it didn’t feel as good as his did, so I pulled his face towards the side and gave him another kiss, letting my soul being re-absorbed back in. I moaned loudly as all the pleasure hit me at once, I bit my lip and reached down and began to jerk myself, I couldn’t handle all the pleasure as I swear I whited out and when I came too I could hear my moan echoing through the room, as I shot my load against the wall, I was panting heavily, as was my other ‘toy’…

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I did get control of his body when I was in here, but I didn’t have his memories, so I had no idea how to keep this body in shape, so I usually went to the gym, then went and played with someone else while he worked out his body. He didn’t seem to notice that he was having lapses of memory. It was hard to do take another body in public as two guys kissing is something that draws attention. So when I got to his gym, I saw the owner and he seemed pretty chummy with my new body, and after some brief bullshitting, I saw him go into what appeared to be a personal bathroom for the staff in the back; I followed him and before he knew what happened I had thrust my lips onto his and I once again felt myself being pulled into another body. When I opened my eyes I was standing a clear head over my previous body’s and I watched him groggily exit the room.

This body was so much thicker than the last, so I ripped my shirt off and smirked cockily to myself as I let out my dick and released my stream of urine. Another sensation that was oddly erotic; I let out a gruff growl…



I gave this body a quick jerk before putting my shirt back on and going back out to the desk. I watched the cameras, taking care to watch what Sam did. After a bit of time, Sam seemed to be done, and he went to the locker rooms, I smirked, perfect.

I made sure to take out today’s video footage and packed it neatly behind the desk (so I could learn how to work that body myself someday…) and I made my way to the locker room and I saw him stripping. As I made my way over I glanced to make sure that no one was in the room, clear. “Hey, Sam!” He turned around, confused, he didn’t try to cover himself, but I guess it was normal for guys to see guys naked in here. “Yeah?” I reached a thick, meaty, hand under his chin and raised his head before locking our lips and going back to what I began to think of as my body. The owner, Mike seemed confused as to what he was doing but just shook his head and walked out.

I took a quick shower, eager to get home to see how Sam really lived, and before I left I made sure to grab those tapes…

And thus was what was what became my daily routine.

Rebirth – by BR.

Beginnings

Blackness. Everything is black. No sound. No feeling. Nothing, just a total void, like a deprivation tank. Think. I have to remember. I remember.....

The week began like any other week. Get out of bed, get dressed, go to work, and come home. Same old boring routine, same old boring me. Mind you my life wasn't bad, just very routine. I had long ago settled into a comfortable pattern of living. Made life simpler that way. Of course it could be dull at times but dull was not always terrible. I avoided problems and risks, rarely venturing beyond my own world for anything other than work.

Tuesday, however, brought an unexpected change. I decided to take the day off from work. Why? Well, I really don't know other than the day was just calling out to me - warm, blue skies, perfect for doing anything except going to work. I had the time coming so I took it. I ambled leisurely through a park that wasn't far from where I lived, stopping to feed the ducks swimming in the pond. Everything seemed to be very vibrant and alive to me. Was I just noticing it because I didn't get out very often?

Around the time for lunch, I happened upon a small cafe I had not seen before, a very cozy place with a nice outdoor patio, not visible from the outside.  It was like paradise – a garden setting with cobblestones and fountains spewing water forth in great cascades. I know, cozy doesn't exactly seem to go with fountains and great amounts of water, but it really was that way. Maybe like the TARDIS in Dr. Who, smaller outside and infinite on the inside. I felt at peace here. Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and I found myself lying on the floor. A warm blackness descended, enveloping me in a serene sleep.

I do not know how long that velvet blackness had hold of me. I had no sense of time. I opened my eyes and found I was standing, not on a solid surface but floating slightly above the surface. Funny, the garden now looked gray and ill-defined, like looking through a veil. There were shapes moving about but I could not clearly tell what they were or what was happening.

Without warning, I found myself being pulled by invisible hands. Not roughly, but I was definitely being pulled, pulled towards a shape on the cobblestone floor. I felt like I was passing through jello and I lost all sensation again.

The next thing I knew I was kneeling on the cobblestone. I didn't feel light anymore. I felt... heavy. The gray had lifted, replaced by normal colors and vision. Not only that, I was looking at my body. I stood up or should I say the body I was now in stood up. It wasn't me controlling the movement. I could feel, taste, hear, and otherwise recognize what was happening but I was not physically doing so myself. I was like a passenger going along for the ride. Technically I had a body. But who's body and why? At least I was still in a male body. I really would have freaked if I had been a woman now.

He stopped to talk to two policemen waiting outside the cafe. He told them to call the coroner and report the fatality - the guy had a heart attack. He then headed to an ambulance to go back to the firehouse. I found the experience fascinating and terrifying at the same time. Was I doomed to be nothing more than a part of this person for the rest of his life?

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Guitar Hero – by BR.

Read part 1, Producers Cut

“So, what will it be, Taylor?”

Taylor answered: “No, not for me. While it is tempting to teach the little weasel a lesson, I don’t want to be him. Maybe there is a better solution…”

And with that, Taylor and Mr. Williams went into the other room.



Matt was a great musician. Not much to look at and not much to listen to when he tried to sing, but there was no denying his talent when he played his piano. The piano became an extension of the man, exuding any emotion the music required. There was no style of music Matt couldn’t play – classical, modern, fast or slow tempo – anything. Matt was painfully shy about playing in public, however. He had no confidence in front of people.

Taylor had met Matt at a party after one of Devil Blue’s gigs. The two men had bonded fast and were very close. Taylor had even written songs for Matt to play. Brent was jealous because of Taylor’s complete trust and loyalty to Matt. There is nothing Taylor wouldn’t do for Matt and visa versa. Matt could be trusted not to screw Taylor like Brent would in a heartbeat.

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These Hands

As a thank you gesture he held out his hands in front of him and in acknowledgement I held his hands.

'Thanks for all you have done for me'. Luke stated. 

I noted how amazing his hands felt. I could feel the warmth of his heart flowing through his skin. I could also feel how detailed the ridges in his skin were as they felt so deep. I pulled him in closer for a hug. Probably more than he wanted or was expecting... I couldn't manage a reply that was meaningful to him and as I was still holding his hands creating the bond I needed.

'I wish these hands were mine.' I said to him.

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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.

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