Guest Post: Secret Bro' Pt2

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After getting back from the bar late, I still couldn't realize I was in my brother's body. I had played the part of him so well his friends didn't even know what had happened. It had been well over the couple hours my brother had told me to get out of his body by. I knew when ever I would pull out of my brothers, I would be in a load of trouble, so I might as well enjoy the time in his body.

I pulled off the red t-shirt I had been wearing along with the pants. from memory I remembered my brother usually sleeps in his underwear. Smiling to myself, I pull up the covers and slipped into bed.

Morning came quick, probably since I only had a couple hours sleep. Yawning, I got out of bed and stretched my huge back. i almost forgot how big my brother was, and it felt so good to have all this muscle for once. Going downstairs, I realized that I was the only person home. Both my parents were out of town on business, and I was supposed to be home alone with my brother. Well technically i still am as I began to laugh.

While beginning to make cereal, a thought came across my mind, "Why the hell am i making cereal, when I have a car and a wallet full of money? I'm sure my brother wouldn't mind me using some of his money." I grabbed my brother's wallet and car keys and started to head to the door, when I caught my reflection in the mirror. My brother's body dressed in only some tight boxer briefs. Staring closer at his reflection, my brother really isn't a bad looking guy, I wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend? I drew his arms into a double bicep pose and flexed his abs. "Yeah I can definitely get used to this."

Mother Knows Best

I thought I hid it very well. I was envious of my next door neighbor Jake. He was everything I wasn’t: tall, dark, handsome, well-built, and most of all he had the coolest motorcycle I had ever seen. I was obsessed with him. Hell I wanted to be him. It absolutely drove me wild seeing him dressed in his leathers riding his bike; maybe even wilder when he was lying on top of his bike half-dressed cooling down in the shade of his driveway after coming back from a ride. It just wasn’t fair! How could he look so hot?

I was so obsessed that I would get up in the morning just to watch him get on his bike and ride off to work. I would watch him anytime I could hear his bike pulling into his driveway or even if he was just working on it. But I thought no one noticed… After a day of shopping, my mother brought home a big box wrapped in brown paper.

Seanday Shorts: Say Nothing

I looked at James. "Fucking idiot," I muttered under my breath. He must have heard me as he glanced at me with a stony look.

He shifted, sliding away. "So who are you?" He hissed.

"Look just be cool. As far as you're concerned I'm David and I always have been."

He leaned over, "But you're not. I saw you go into him. I don't now how the fuck you did it, but you're not him."

I looked over, trying not to lose my cool. "You weren't meant to see that," I whispered. "Seriously he's fine. Just be cool with it OK?"

His eyes narrowed. "Seriously? You invade my friends body and expect me to be cool about it?"

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The Perfect Guy, Chapter Two

By Erick S. Read Part 1 now

Mr. Anthony Dodds shook his head as Andrew Jenkins sauntered out of his classroom. There was something different about that student lately, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Kids,” he muttered under his breath.

He picked the folded piece of paper that Andrew had left behind and went to toss it in the trash can at the front of the room underneath his desk. He must have missed the trashcan, because the note ended up sliding right into the front pocket of his briefcase.

When he got home that evening, he laid his briefcase down on the kitchen table just like he always did, and saw a corner of the paper peeking out from the pocket. Out of curiosity, he removed the note from his briefcase and unfolded it as he stood over the table.

At first glance, it looked like any other old note that got passed around his classroom. Some sort of little quiz that some student had come up with. Yes, he knew that mathematics wasn’t the most interesting subject for a lot of these kids, but was his class really that boring that someone had time to come up with an entire twenty-question quiz to pass around?

There was a short message at the top of the note:

To my new friend,

You had a long day dealing with all of those students. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did!

From,

Your new friend.

Mr. Dodds found it strange that the note referenced his day at school dealing with students. There weren’t any other instructions other than to answer the questions as truthfully as possible, and that “something bad” would happen if he didn’t complete the entire thing tonight. He chuckled when he read the title of the quiz.

"If You Were The Perfect Guy... Questionnaire."

“What will these kids think of next?” he said to himself.

Still, being a lonely bachelor at home on a Monday night with no other plans, he found himself cracking open a beer and sitting down at the kitchen table with a pen in hand

The Shortcut

by Cris Kane

I'd always known my dad was disappointed to have such a nerdy bookworm for a son. Dad had been the captain of his high-school football team, which went all the way to sectionals his senior year -- an accomplishment which, barring a sudden and very unexpected nomination for a Nobel Peace Prize, would likely go down as the greatest achievement of his life. He is still a formidable physical presence, even if these days his body is built primarily out of cholesterol and Old Milwaukee.

He did attempt to bond with me by tossing around a football when I was seven or eight, but his first gentle pass broke my nose and shattered my eyeglasses. From that point on, he focused his attention on my little sister, who had all the natural grace, ferocity and athleticism I lacked. Now she's the goalie on her soccer team which won the state title last year. I think Dad gets perverse joy out of knowing his pretty blonde daughter could easily beat the crap out of her skinny geek of an older brother.

Most parents would be happy to have a kid with a 4.0 GPA who was being wooed by Ivy League colleges and was likely to be his class valedictorian. Heck, I should have been happy with that.

But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt almost as disappointed as Dad did.

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!”