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So today was the day my best friend finally told me the truth about his sexuality. He hadn't meant too tell me at all but the consequences of his actions meant that he had no choice. There was no more denial or covering up the truth it was all out in the open now.
"Fucking Jeff," I muttered to myself, "come back to see they guy my ass. He's come back to rub our noses in it."
I watched as he sauntered in, an expensive blue shirt unbuttoned to show his impressive body. Yeah I'll give him that, he was good but then he had the backers now--sponsored to the hilt.
"John, Peter, Jack, Craig," he smiled as he walked around the gang bumping fists and hugging. The others seemed pleased to see him, but I was indifferent. He stopped at me and plucked at my white t-shirt, "Nice shirt Tony."
"Thanks," I replied through my gritted teeth.
"Can't believe your still in this dump."
"Yeah, well I've got plans," I snapped back.
"You always had plans Tony, but never dedication to follow them through. You need to be more like me, and achieve your goals."
I snorted a laugh, "Oh I have plans."
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I'm very pleased to announce that Collan will be joining the Male Transformation Blog team.
You may have read some of his work in the following Caption This posts;
So please put your hands together and welcome him to the blog, I'm looking forward to reading all of his stories.
My neighbour Gavin had only moved in six weeks earlier, but we were already great friends. He was a weekend biker, owned a Yamaha R1--nice piece of kit. At only twenty-four; ten years my junior I wondered how he could afford all the boys toys he owned.
Needless to say, he proved he had money to spend when he told me that he was going on a three-week holiday to Europe. I asked him if he wanted me to carry his luggage during the holiday, but just he chuckled and told me he needed me to look after the house.
The following day he left, dropping the house keys through my mailbox. I pondered what to looking at the keys, but my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to look around his house.
Inside was a geeks dream, gadgets everywhere--it was like being in a candy store. I walked from room to room, finally coming to a utility room that adjoined the garage. Inside was Gavin's motorcycle leathers, and through a window I could see the bike. I'd had one myself a while back but when I changed jobs I needed something more practical and traded it in for a car. It was always something I wanted to return to; the open road, the speed, the 'oneness'.
I looked at the leathers, discarded and crumpled on the floor next to the boot. On a table was a Simpson helmet, along with some gloves. I was taller than Gavin but close enough that I think the leathers would fit. I pondered on the fact that if I dressed in all his gear, with the visor down they would think I was Gavin. I glanced at the bike again, "Fuck it."
I came home one day to find my best bud Jason, or “J” as everyone else had to call him, sitting astride his chromed out hog in my driveway. Anyone looking at the two of us would wonder how we got to be so tight considering how different we were.
J was a big guy, topping out at 6’4 and built like the proverbial brick shit-house, all muscle and no fat. He was the epitome of a classic 50s biker boy with his always greased back hair, leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans, and biker boots. He was easy on the eyes as well, not the typical rough biker people tend to think of when someone mentions a hog. I, on the other hand, was small in stature and build – the David to his Goliath. I was rather introverted and while not terribly bad looking, I was not going to win any modeling contests either.
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It had been four days and I'd not heard from Romeo. I looked at the photo he'd sent a couple of days ago.
He desperately wanted to get inside John McKirkwell, the son of the local multi-millionaire, he knew he'd be set for life in the guise of the youth. The only problem was the security, the house was locked up tight.
Romeo had a cunning plan, get McKirkwell's dog and turn it into a suit--a dog suit. Steal into the house in the guise of his favourite pet, and take the kid when he could.
I was considering a rescue mission, but I had no idea of how to get Bruno back. Since he'd been stolen, even the dog walker had security. I was going over it in my mind, telling myself what a stupid plan Romeo had come up with when there was a knock at the door--a delivery.