Seanday Shorts: Love School

I love fucking school, love football and wrestling. Best times of your life--I agree one hundred per cent.

Taking a swig of water I spotted James taking a picture. I smiled and flexed my bicep for him, there was something about him--maybe he had a crush on me. I felt my cheeks warm and pushed the thought down.

I glanced back and he was still looking at me, almost in a dream. I thought about wrestling practice at lunch, the team were all kitted out in out leotards. I got matched with James, he was just a little smaller than me just. We'd been wrestling for five minutes or so. I'd pin him down most of the time, but I let him get on top of me sometimes. He's in the reserves, but he's got some good technique.

Wrestling and pinning someone always made me hard. Damn, it was difficult to hide my tent when I was wearing my uniform. But why the fuck should I worry, I had a hot body. Forty-six inch chest, even wider shoulders down to a thirty inch waist, damn I was perfect.

Seanday Shorts: All Weekender

I'd been invited to one of Raymond's classic all-weekend parties; damn he really knew how to throw them. But I was having no luck with any of the good looking people, they were all buzzing around Ray--just like a honeypot.

Fuck-it, I was really getting pissed off so I retreated to the kitchen. I was having a quiet drink when the man himself came through the door to get some more ice. "What's up bro' your looking down."

"Pfft, you're stealing all my Kama Ray."

He flexed his arms. "Can't deny I'm at the top of my game bro'."

Seanday Shorts: The Challenge

I walked in the dorm room and was surprised to see Matt Kirkland asleep on the bed. "What's tonight's challenge?" I asked John who was tapping away on his phone.

"Spend the night with Jessica Myleson," he replied with a grin on his face.

I sucked the air in through my teeth. "That's a tough one dude. She's like frigid," I retorted. Then it clicked. "Using Kirkland?" I asked pulling at the jock's leg--he didn't move. "So we're doing this one at a time?"

"No, both at the same time. She'll be here in about twenty minutes. Lets see who she leaves with," he said with a grin.

"Yeah I'm game." I knew Kirkland was on the football team, and had a strong body. I rolled him onto his front, and climbed on his back. I started to... well best way I can explain it is simply dry hump him. Inch by inch I forced myself inside the jock.  I took a last gasp of air and pushed my head into his.

Rolling over I sat up, cracking my neck and stretching. "How much time have we got until she arrives?" I asked in Kirkland's voice.

"Ten minutes or so," he replied.

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Caught, Part 2

By Carlos Palanca – part two to the story "Caught"

It has been a couple of days now since Tony found out about the Kane suit. It still bothers me and makes me a bit paranoid. How did he find out about it? Did I carelessly do something that made him learn about it? These questions keep circling my head and it’s giving me a headache.
My phone’s alarm went off. It indicated me that it’s time to go to Kane’s date with Emma. I pulled on the Kane suit, pushing every bit of my body inside it through the mouth. I got ready and went to Kane’s date. I went to Emma’s house and watched a couple of spy movie because she liked watching movies like that especially if she thinks the actors were hot. Then I saw the clip or the part were the characters were putting on disguises as a part of their mission. There, I got an idea on how I will get my revenge on Tony.
After Kane’s or rather our date with Emma, I went home around 9 am. I picked up my phone to call Patrick, who is wearing Kane’s friend, Luke. He also hired Tony to be his pool boy and he was also the one who suggested that I should hire Tony.
“Hello?” asked Patrick with Luke’s voice.
“Hi Pat! It’s Will, I need to talk to you.” I said using Kane’s voice.
“How am I sure you’re really Will wearing Kane’s skin?”
“Dude it’s me! To prove it to you, I’ll tell you about the time when you got drunk and pissed off this biker dude and…”
“Just stop right there! Okay! You have proven your point that you are who you say you are, Will!” He said embarrassedly. I laughed. He said, “So what’s up? Anything interesting?”
“Tony found out about the suit!”
“Dude! What happened? How did it happen?”
“I just went home and caught him wearing it. I don’t know exactly how he found out about it.”
“So what now?” asked Patrick.
“Tony knows too much. I was thinking of turning him into a suit and use him to turn some of his clients into suits.”
“Okay. So how are you going to do that?”
“Yeah…. About that…. Can I borrow Luke or rather the Luke suit for the night?”
“Sure! I got nothing planned for tonight. Can I be Kane for the night though?”
“Fine.”
“Yes!” exclaimed Patrick. “It’s a deal then!”
“Great! I’m coming over!” I went over to Luke’s house to meet Patrick. I got there in just five minutes. I rang the doorbell and Patrick, wearing Luke’s skin, opened the door. “Looking good man!” I greeted him.

“Yeah you too!” said Patrick. “Come in! Make yourself at home!” He closed the door and locked it. He closed the windows and pulled down the shades. Without hesitations, we got undressed and pulled out of the suits. I didn’t want to put on the Luke suit so I just put on the clothes Luke wore earlier. Patrick however was very excited to be Kane for the night so he immediately pulled on the suit. Soon his head was on top of Kane’s body. He said to me, “See ‘you’ tomorrow Will!”

Guest Post: Pornstar Cock

Written by Rob T.

Have you ever seen those cock sheaths in the porn store that go over your actual cock to give you the look of a cock like a porn star? One day I was browsing in my local porn shop and came across a package labeled “Pornstar Cock”.  It was a cock sheath made to look like a porn star’s, the picture on the package was the body of a hot looking porn star without a head.  I guess there wasn’t room enough for his head, but he was still hot.  I went with it and decided to get it, I mean what’s wrong with a little fantasy right?

When I got home I pulled it out of the little black bag the cashier had put it in and sat there and looked at it.  I opened the box and pulled it out, felt it’s weight in my hands and it looked so realistic.  Along with the toy the package also had a sample lube packet and care instructions, you know the usual dishwasher safe, anti-microbial, wash with soap and water type thing. I put it on the bed and opened my favorite porn site and browsed through videos and found one of my favorite scenes.  It was of a tall muscular stud kind of like the body on the box from my new toy, and he was fucking another equally hot guy.  I thought it would be nice to have a body like that and be so fucking hot.  I could at least fantasize right?  So I played the video and applied some lube from the packed on my cock the rubbed it a little before sliding the sheath over it.  Wow it looked so real and the texture so life like, I felt like I was actually holding my own cock, only bigger, thicker, heavier.  My actual cock I about 5 ½ in and this sheath made it a hefty 9in. I watched the video and slowly jacked myself off with this sheath and imagined I was like the buff guy in the video or the one on the box.  As I was jacking I felt it getting firmer under my touch, my dick was getting harder inside the sheath. I kept going and going, my hand running up and down the realistic sheath and then switching hands and feeling the rest of my body.

I started to feel warm and tingly allover but I still did not feel like I was about to cum.  As the feeling spread through my whole body, it started to feel intense. I stopped to catch my breath and rubbed my stomach and chest and that’s when it started to happen.  I felt my chest muscles begin to firm up and expand, I thought it was just because I was breathing hard but that was not it. The same firm feeling hit my stomach along with pain and spread through my body.  I got scared and rolled off my bed and hit the floor.  Scared, I crawled to the bathroom and stopped by the mirror on the closet door, still in pain but also curious at the sight I caught.  I saw my chest was larger and still growing, my abs, I had abs.  Then I saw it the sheath was still over my cock but it didn’t look like the toy I pulled out of the box, it looked like it was a part of me, accompanied by bigger balls. As the pain started spreading through the rest of my body it intensified. My arms and legs started getting longer and my torso stretched too. Muscles began to bulge and ripple under my skin. Confused and in awe at what I saw happening I could only continue to lay there in pain and watch in the mirror as my body became something else, my skin darkened to a golden tan and became smooth and my body hair had disappeared.  Soon the pain faded and the changes stopped and I had time to catch my breath then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

The Perfect Guy, Chapter One.

By Erick S.

"Wake up!" Andrew Jenkins heard his mom calling from downstairs. His alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. Or maybe he’d slept through it again.

He replied by rolling over and refusing to budge from the blankets. Finally, he decided to open his eyes and get out of bed. It was Monday, a brand new week of school, and a brand new week of torture planned out by the teachers, or the students.

Before long, he was off to school, backpack in hand and ready to go to his first class.

His day started out with math, the most boring class of all. His teacher was droning on and on about some formula that he didn’t understand, and couldn’t imagine ever using anywhere outside of this stupid class. The teacher, Mr. Dodds, was an old bald guy who had been around for years. But that didn’t make him any more interesting.

He stared around the room, and out the window, hoping the torture would end, or that something interesting would catch his eye. No luck, as he still had another hour.

"I wish this class would become more interesting..." he muttered under his breath.

He decided to waste his time by staring at the teacher pretending to listen, when suddenly, a neatly-folded piece of paper dropped in front of him. He turned slightly, faking a stretch, and looked for the person that sent it. The rest of the class looked just as bored as he was. None of them even looked at him or showed that they sent a note.

Carefully, he unfolded the note and began to read it.

To my new friend,

You look so bored, just sitting there. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did!

Your new friend.

He looked at the so called "game". All the instructions said was to answer the questions as truthfully as possible. If you stop or don't answer, something bad will happen... Good luck!

Andrew sighed, seeing there were still a lot of time left, and delved further into the note. The top read, "If You Were The Perfect Guy... Questionnaire." He looked down at the first question, only slightly weirded out.

Question 1: If you were the perfect guy... what would your handwriting be like?

“What a strange question,” Andrew thought, though he was always being told that his handwriting was messy.

He wrote down that his handwriting would be a little bit neater, and as he did so, his fingers gripped the pencil just a little bit more confidently, and he sat up a little straighter in his desk. As he completed writing the sentence, he took a quick second to look over what he had written and finished his thought with a neat period at the end. He moved on to the next question.

Question 2: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of music would you listen to?

Andrew paused for a second, thinking about the music he had on his phone. He’d been listening to a lot of Ariana Grande and, yes, a fair share Austin Mahone’s new album lately. Not that he thought there was anything wrong with that, but he always thought it would be cool if he knew a little bit more about what some of the other guys in his class were listening to, in case the subject ever came up.

“I’d still like pop music,” he wrote down, “But I’d also probably listen to a lot more country stuff, like Luke Bryan and Florida Georgia Line.”

In his pocket, his iPhone was busily building new playlists that would be more in line with what the other guys at his school were listening to. Suddenly, Andrew had “Country Girl (Shake It For Me)” stuck in his head. The next question was an easy one.

A Few Small Repairs

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by Cris Kane

Shiloh and I stood in the dimly lit street, our astounding bodies each seven feet tall and bursting with more muscle than I'd ever seen on a human being -- if that's even what we were any more. Our shoulders and biceps were bigger than beach balls and solid as steel. Our lats flared out so dramatically that neither of us could lower our arms fully to our sides. A street light behind us showed off our musculature in sharp relief and cast long brutish shadows along the pavement. I was glad I'd had the presence of mind to switch us into stretch pants when our bodies became so gargantuan, so at least we weren't naked.

Guys had run outside the Manhole and the other gay establishments of 69 Street once people heard the sounds of our frenetic battle with the guy who had taken Cole away with him. Everyone was keeping their distance from the two silhouetted giants in the middle of the road, but every-goddamn-body had a camera on their cell phone and was taking pictures and videos of us like two sasquatches who had just landed in the gay-borhood.

Ironically, Shiloh and I were the only ones who didn't have a camera, and we were the ones who really could have used one, since it was my magical camera that had gotten us into this mess. Too bad Shiloh had accidentally stepped on it, his enormous weight grinding it into irreparable bits.

Seanday Shorts: The Backup

I was trapped in the kitchen of the frat house. Kyle's large hand gripped my throat. I tried to swallow, and I felt his hold relent. "What are you going to do with me?" I gasped nervously.

He slammed me hard against the wall. "I don't know yet. Rip your head off and bury you in the garden maybe," he growled.

His impressive physique stretched at the fabric of the black t-shirt he was wearing. I had little doubt that he could easily carry out his threat. I looked up at him, strong angular jawline with a meticulously trimmed beard. Kyle was one of twelve frat members that lived in the house, mainly football players and wrestlers--the heavy scent of testosterone hung in the air.

"I'll leave, say nothing. Just let me go," I pleaded.

He laughed, a deep booming laugh that echoed around the kitchen. "But I think I have the upper hand. You're in no position to negotiate," he muttered and tightened his grip--just to prove the point.

I was struggling to breath. I tried to focus on his eyes--deep blue--almost innocent. But I knew they were his keenest assists with the girls, now they only showed malice.

Kyle must have been approaching 300lbs. My gaze traced down his shoulder to his bicep--it was huge--flexed hard as he gripped my throat.

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A Few Simple Changes

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by Cris Kane

I had no inkling where to start my search for my roommate Cole, having selfishly turned him from an abusive nincompoop into a frisky cocksucker just to satisfy my own sexual needs. Despite having boosted my intelligence substantially with the astonishing camera which my father had given me, I had little clue where my transformed roommate might have gone.

Cole's cell phone, which I had retrieved from the pocket of the cargo shorts he left behind, began to vibrate. The screen displayed the name "SHILOH" with an accompanying photo of one of Cole's posse extending his middle finger. Those gentlemen were all class.