Seanday's Extra Portions: Another Chance

I sent a message to Aaron, told him meet me at the normal place. I knew wouldn't have to wait for a reply; I owned him, he would kill if I told him to.

Walking through the forest, I followed the path to the West. Few people came this way, preferring to keep to the better known routes.

Drifting through the trees I looked up at the sunlight blinking through the branches of the autumn afternoon. The chill in the air caught my breath as I whispered Aaron's name.

In the distance I saw him; his back to me. Aaron, my avatar, my companion, my instrument. I'd chosen him three years ago, because I saw his potential. He was obedient, pliable, and respectful.

I approached him, he didn't hear me. I quietly admired the broad shoulders, and tapered torso of the twenty-six year old. I smiled noticing he'd had his hair cut, he always looked after himself. Walking around I spoke his name, and he turned to face me. Dark stubble covered his face, it looked good on him--I liked that.

"Sir," he whispered bowing his head respectfully.

Seanday's Extra Portions: The Visit

"How's he doing?" I asked Chet.

"Feeling a little impatient boy?" he drawled reaching over and squeezing the jocks arm. "Be about ten minutes."

I bit my lip and pulled off Alan's sunglasses and stared at his glazed emotionless eyes. "Come on, hurry up you fucker!"

Caption This (7th Aug)

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Second chance in the game

Growing up I had always loved tennis. It was a way for me to be competitive without being huge. I was never a real big guy, so playing football was out of the question. I enjoyed watching baseball...or more specifically the guys but just didn't enjoy playing it. In college I was doing great on the tennis team. I was working my way up to be one of the best players the school had every produced. It was my junior year when I went for a ball during practice and stepped on another ball sending me flying. It ended my tennis career.

 

It took awhile for me to recover and get over my depression of being out of the game. Finally I was able to find a way to get close to the game again. With all of my knowledge of the game I was able to really easily get a job as a ball boy at the biggest tournaments. It was a lot of hard work but really amazing to be so close to some of the best players in the world.

 

 

Being so close to the players was awesome. Some of them even got to know my name and would talk to me during breaks. One of the greatest players to the ball people was Andy Murray. He was the nicest guy around. So one day after one of his toughest matches he was relaxing in the locker room when I came in to help clean up. Another duty of the ball guy is to clean up after the players in the locker rooms. Andy and I got into a deep conversation. Talking about our pasts and everything. It was amazing. I felt really close to him. After awhile he reached into his bag and pulled me out a drink. I thought it was kinda odd that the star was giving a ball guy a drink but I gladly took it from him. We cheers-ed and that it really the last thing I remember.

Evan

I haven’t seen my best bud Evan in a few days. I am getting worried about him. He was going on a trek in the mountains alone and something may have happened to him. Sure, he can take care of himself, but what if…?

While both the same age, 26, we are very different from each other. Evan is the All-American jock, into sports, motorcycles, and anything else adventurous. Physically he is very imposing – tall and muscled. I prefer more academic ventures. I have a genius IQ and graduated top of both my high school and college classes. I am moderately thin and short. For all our differences Evan and I are as close as brothers.

Caption This (31st Aug)

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Upgraded

Man it is a hot day even late in the afternoon. The woods along the road don’t offer much relief either. Not sure how many miles I’ve gone but it feels like I’ve been walking along this deserted road for hours since my car broke down. Darn cell phone won’t work out here. I hope I find someone to help me before too long.

A few minutes more walking and I see two motorcycles pulled off the road up ahead. Nice bikes – what I’ve heard called “rice burners” or “crotch rockets”. I would run to see but I don’t think my body could take the strain right now. I hope whoever it is will offer some help. They’re my only resource right now so I don’t have any other option.

New Comments & Voting System

Hope you check the comments now and again as I've started to drop stories into them.

Guys you've probably noticed the old voting system as gone now. Why? Well when I did some tests last year I asked you to vote and post the number the vote changed to. Well I checked back about a month or so and the votes had reset itself back to zero, not clever.

So when I introduced the new commenting system, i discovered a few extra benefits namely the ability to vote up (or down if you disagree) the comments from other readers. But also the ability for you to vote up the overall post.

You will have to go into the entire post to see the option (below);

It's the box next to the star at the top of the comments section. If you like the post, vote for it. There is no need to register or anything just click. If you don't like the story then leave a comment for us, again you don't have to register but it will ask for an email address. You can put anything in there, it doesn't check.

Another useful trick is the way you can vote up a particular comment, showing whether you agree or disagree with it. Again there is no need to register for voting.

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All in the Math - James

Based on a Caption This from Sean…..

All in the Math - Tony

Note: there are 2 parts to this – POV of James and Tony – posted separately. The dialogue is repeated in both to keep the story consistent. I would recommend reading James first. First time trying something like this so hope you enjoy.

I’m sitting in the detention room doing my homework when Tony from my math class turns around and starts talking to me.

“So what you in for?”

“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” I answer.

“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of loser are you?”

“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” I mockingly say to him. He’s the typical dumb jock who likes to pick on nerds when he gets the chance.

“Got caught giving one of the freshmen a hard time in the restroom.” He laughs. “What you got there?” He pulls the sheets of paper from my desk, “Fuck, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”

I shrug, “Not that difficult.” That is if you study and think of more than just sports and girls.

“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." He throws his papers at me. What does he think I am going to do with these?

“Don’t be an idiot all your life,” I throw them back, “the teacher will know it’s not your handwriting.” He really is stupid if he thinks I can do his homework for him and get away with it. Suddenly he lifts his vest showing me his tight muscular torso. What is he doing? Is he gay or something?

“So be me then and write it in my handwriting – you’ll fucking love it.” Before I can answer him he grabs my wrist. A searing pain shoots up my arm. What is happening?

All in the Math - Tony

Based on a Caption This from Sean…..

I turn and look at the guy behind me and nod my head. I’ve seen him before in my math class. His name is James… one of the brainy nerds. I wonder what it would be like to be him.

“So what you in for?” I strike up a conversation with him.

“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” James replies.

“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of loser are you?”

“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” He’s mocking me.

“Got caught giving one of the freshmen a hard time in the restroom.” I laugh. “What you got there?” I pull the sheets of paper from his desk, “Fuck, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”

He gives a shrug, “Not that difficult.”

“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." I throw my papers at him.

“Don’t be an idiot all your life,” he throws them back, “the teacher will know it’s not your handwriting.” He’s given me the opening I need to switch places with him.

He and I are the only two people in the room so I lift my vest showing my tight muscular torso, “So be me then and write it in my handwriting – you’ll fucking love it.” Before he can answer I grab his wrist, shooting a burning sensation up his arm.

“What the…” He yells as he looks into my face with fear in his eyes.

Seanday Shorts: Motocross Promise

I casually walked back with Mike and cracked open a beer. "Cheers buddy," I grinned clicking his bottle.

Mike stopped and checked out the huge scoreboard at the end of the stadium. "Looks as if John and Chris are in the finals," he said raising his beer.

We still had some time, so we both found a spot at the side of the tracks and watched the final round of the counties Motocross championships. "Their all good, but not as good as Cody and Jefferson," I joked nudging Mike.

"Hey watch it. Don't spill my beer," Mike growled licking the foam from the top of the bottle. We watched the bikes racing around the flat at the base of the hill and then power up the side of the hill, and then chase back down the other side. A tight corner at the bottom and then into a couple of jumps and a table top.

We started to walk back to the pits, we'd parked at the back of the lot looking for a little privacy. "Well, I guess we'd better wrap this up," I said to Mike finishing my beer.

It was quiet, and I smiled at Tony and Chris still fast asleep on the bed of the pickup. "Poor guys, run ragged. That last race was hard on them," I smiled.

Mike got on his tiptoes and looked at the two sleeping riders; their chests rising and falling slowly. "They look relaxed, lets hope they've recharged their batteries enough for the final," he said with a concerned tone in his voice.

Caption This (24th Aug)

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