A Lesson Learned

Gus was a good man and very affable but lonely without anyone to share his life.

Outwardly he appeared to be happy, mostly because he sampled the moonshine he made (best in four counties according to his customers). Schooled no further than the sixth grade, life had been his teacher and he survived nicely, just without anyone close to him that he could get comfort from. He had been unwilling to take the risk to love someone for fear that he would get his heart broken.

He was about to get a lesson in what love and sharing with another person was like when one day a stranger dressed in a suit, tie, and all the trappings of one of them revenuer fellas came to visit. Gus greeted him with two buckshot loaded barrels of a shotgun intending to run him off his property for snooping around but Gus was won over by the stranger’s friendly enough manner and the two got along well so eventually Gus invited him for dinner instead. The two men sat drinking Gus’ corn squeezings for a good part of the evening until Gus fell into a deep stupor.

Seanday Shorts: Willing Workforce

I pressed a button on the coffee machine and waited. It chugged and spluttered into a paper cup. It beeped satisfied that it had completed another successful delivery. I took a sip and winced, it was awful. I pulled up a chair and sat opposite Kurt. He looked up at me, a quizzical look on his face. "What is it Michael?"

I said nothing, waiting for the small room to empty. My eyes narrowed as I watched the last of the staff to leave for their next shift. I looked at the clock on the wall--two thirty, shouldn't be anyone around for the next hour.

"You should grow some balls Kurt," I growled.

He shifted nervously swirling the sludge at the bottom of his cup, "It's not easy you know."

"He's a waste of space, replace him."

He looked me in the eye, "I--" he paused, "I can't. Maybe you're right. Maybe I just don't have it in me to do it."

I stood up leaning over the table glaring at him. "You know I'm not sure you're the right man for the job."

"I--I can change. I'll try harder."

"You whine too much. You need to get a spine."

"Give me your face," I growled. "If you can't do it I will."

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Overshadowed

by Cris Kane

Whenever anyone would comment on how pale Lance looked, he always thought it was because he had grown up in the shadow of his brother Alec. He had been referred to so frequently as "Alec's little brother Lance" that you'd think that phrase was his given name.


Lance was only twelve months younger than Alec, but he was definitely the overlooked little brother. He always figured that, by the time he arrived, his mom had been pregnant for practically two straight years, so when she finally got him out of her, she left him to fend for himself, just as Lance's father had left all of them around the time he heard there was a second baby on the way. 



Alec was the definition of "tall, dark and handsome", a lanky six-two athlete with thick brown bangs swooping down over entrancingly pale eyes. In addition to his skills on the football field and basketball court, he was an excellent student and a popular guy, having won his senior class presidency unopposed. They might as well just elect him prom king by acclamation and save everyone the bother of voting. He was still weighing his options for college next year, with scouts from several universities wanting him to play football for them, and many of the same schools thinking he would be a prime catch for their electrical engineering departments.


Lance lacked his brother's natural advantages. He was skinny and a full seven inches shorter than his brother, possessing none of Alec's athletic skills. Lance wore nerdy glasses for his poor eyesight, but wasn't studious, nor was he interested in geeky subjects like video games or comic books. Unlike Alec's chiseled features. Lance still had a bit of baby fat on his oval face.

Clearly not a candidate for any of the school's cool subgroups, Lance figured his natural home must be among the weirdos, the emo kids, the goths and the scenesters. He bought a new wardrobe, heavy on Hot Topic tees and skinny jeans in bright colors. He got pierced in several painful places where nature had wisely chosen not to put holes in the first place. He dyed his hair the color of a cherry Slurpee.

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Shadows of the Night

Late October and our scout leader had taken us into the deep dark woods for a camping trip. A slight wind stirred the air, crisp with the chill of a late autumn night as we huddled around a blazing camp fire. The smell of the fire mingled with the decaying aroma of leaves on the forest floor to create an eerie pallet for our impressionable minds. Beyond the brightly lit circle of our camp fire lay another world, a world of darkness and mystery, of horrors untold for wandering boys that dared to disobey their elders.

“Once a long time ago,” began our fearless leader, “in a place far away from here, nights of uneasy rest descended upon a city. Hysteria gripped the good citizens as a madman roamed the streets. Some knew him as a shadowy figure that dispatched his unsuspecting victims in truly gruesome fashion, lurking in the darkened alleys for his prey. Others thought of him as the Devil incarnate laying claim to lost souls. But to all in the East End he was known by one name, a name that struck fear into every able bodied person, male and female alike: Jack the Ripper.” As he spoke the name he jumped towards the fire, creating shadows that seemed to suddenly emerge from the depths of the dark forest, shadows ready to devour us. A collective shiver ran through the group as we nervously settled back into our places, the circle becoming a bit tighter than before.

Seanday Departures: The Results.

Thanks to all the people that voted over the past few weeks. It's been a tussle for first place, and joint second! Have a look at the results below:

1st.    Chain Letter        32 
j/2nd.  Dog Suit            28 
j/2nd.  Back to friends     28 
4th.    The Other Mitchell  18 
5th.    The Toy             14 
6th.    Brother Makes Two   10 
7th.    No Credit            8 
8th.    Turf Wars            8 
9th.    The Spark            7

I have something planned for next Seanday already, but I'll be concentrating on Chain Letter next. Then I'll flip a coin for Dog Suit or Back to friends, and as the weeks past I'll work my way down the remainder of the list.

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Page Views for October 2014

Hi, I thought I'd start to share some stats from the blog on the last Saturday of each month. Just shows the top ten and how many times the story has been viewed.

The Perfect Guy, Chapter Three

By Erick S. Read Part ONE, Part TWO

Tony Marinello woke up at 4:42 the next morning, three minutes before his alarm was set to go off.

“Fuck, dude,” he grumbled as he rolled around onto his back, revealing a noticeable tent in the sheets.

He tossed the sheets aside and looked down at his magnificent, naked body. He gave his abs a flex, and that’s when he noticed the dried cum that was splattered across his stomach. A little bit had even dried on the underside of his left pec.

“Fuck,” he thought, “Did I fuckin’ jack off last night before bed? I haven’t done that since I was a young dude.”

Of course, then he realized that he was a young dude. And the more the thought about the night before, the fuzzier it seemed to get in his mind.

“Dude, I must have had some fucked up dreams or some shit,” he reasoned to himself.

His alarm went off, bringing him back to the present. He gave himself a good stretch and pushed himself out of bed, his feet landing with a heavy thud on the floor. Then it was a hundred pushups and a hundred situps, as usual, all done completely naked and still totally rock-hard.

His heart now pumping, and his body glistening with sweat, he made his way to the bathroom. His hard dick bobbed heavily in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, addressing his cock, “I’m about to take care of you in the shower, dude.”

Tony’s first appointment of the day was with a freshman named Jason Owens. The kid was easy to spot when Tony got to the gym. He was built all right, probably from wrestling in high school, but he looked nervous as hell. Tony puffed up his chest as he swaggered over and extended a hand.

“You Jason?” he said, looking down at the trembling freshman.

“Yeah,” Jason gulped, “That’s me. You’re Tony?”

“Yeah, dude,” Tony said, and then he remembered something very important, “Oh, shit. I wrote up a workout program for you and I fucking forgot it at home. Mind if I go grab it, dude? I live right around the corner. Promise I can be back in 10 minutes.”

Talking Ben

It was now or never, after today I was likely to never see him again. Today was his last day in work. We were such close friends and I couldn't allow it to happen. He didn't want to leave but things were getting on top of him so he felt he had no choice.

We had a few options involving both of us body swapping with other members of the team. We both decided it was the best way for us to stay together.

The first option was for me to stay where I was. Or rather stay as who I was. It would mean he only had one choice of who to become. Otherwise he would have to become a woman and he didn't want that. I didn't like this option, mainly because I wanted the body swap opportunity, more so, I wanted his body. Another option was for us both to swap into 2 completely new people, new jobs, new bodies and new lives. Well at least they were new to us. We knew once we had started on the body switching quest that we could swap bodies any time we liked we just had to keep the lives we had chosen.

It's we thought about who to become I kept having to remind him that in effect we only had to pick the jobs we wanted. We weren't picking a body as the body the life/ job came with could easily be changed. He picked Faiz the produce manager. Didn't like his Asian/ Cypriot looking body but produce was where he wanted to be. I picked Matt. Again I didn't like his looks, he had horrible piercings and ear plugs. Harry Potter wanna be so I was sure I was going to change it... Checkout manager was going to be my new role.

Matt