Gym buddies on a whole new level by Warhawk

For weeks now I have been going to the gym doing my normal routine trying to get into better shape, you know the drill try and get into shape to attract men or women. I started to see some results finally by dropping one size down in my waist. Now don’t get into the idea thinking im fat, I just have a beer belly from not working out and eating out a lot added with a bunch of partying early on in my college time. Now that I am finally graduating from college I figure I need to start looking good even though its taken me longer than others to get through college with working full time. At 28 it takes a bit longer to get into shape but as I said I was seeing results now.

 

That evening started as any other morning in the gym, started out on the elliptical on my first few miles when this very attractive guy got on the machine next to me. I have seen him a few times working out in the gym and checked him out many times. During my run I think he was checking me out which i am never used to. After my run I headed to the dumbbells as I normally do and sure enough he finished a little bit after me and came over. He introduced himself as Fernando and was wondering if I could spot him on the weights if possible after I was finished with the dumbbells. I shook his had and introduced myself as Mark.  I agreed and we both chatted for a while during the workout.

Seanday Charade, Grant's Friend

I walked into the gym and rolled my eyes at the scene in front of me. With a sigh, I decided to continue the charade just to see how far they'd take it.

"Ray, Tommy, Grant," I said nodding to each of the guys in front of me. "Thought you didn't like this place Ray."

"Grant asked me to drop over, so I thought I'd give it a second chance," he told me. I looked at his impressive body, thick heavy muscle wrapped up in a skin that contrasted perfectly against the yellow tank he was wearing.

"So what are you doing here?" asked Tommy licking his lip.

Tommy was equally as impressive, although younger than Ray by a couple of years.

"Heard Grant was at the gym, thought I'd stop by." Grant looked nervous, but when he heard me mention his name a smile burst across his face.

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The Ride

I've been told that it's foolish to hitchhike in this day and age, but I actually prefer it as a way of meeting new people.

You really get to know someone on a long drive, much more than on a plane ride when the person next to you tends to watch a movie or read a book or pretends to sleep in order to avoid contact, and the whole trip is over in a few hours. Trains used to be my travel option of choice. You could spend days getting acquainted, and the private sleeping cars were perfect for my purposes. But times change, and I have adapted.

If there's one thing shape-shifters know, it's how to adapt.

Some people feel that hitchhiking is just too dangerous, and that you can never be sure what kind of person you're riding with.

That's why it's valuable to be able to read your companion's mind.

And as for being dangerous...well, I have yet to encounter anyone who I couldn't handle.

One of the perks of being able to change your appearance at will when you're hitchhiking is that you can tailor your image for maximum appeal to those most likely to offer you a lift. I had been wandering the midwest for the past six months and was yearning to see the ocean again, so I began thumbing my way westward. To improve my odds, I very rarely pose as a man. Even the meekest, most harmless looking nerd can be perceived as a potential serial killer when standing alone on the dusty gravel shoulder on a bleak Nebraska afternoon. Perhaps it's unfair, but I have also discovered that drivers also assume that a man should be able to figure his own way out of whatever jam he finds himself in without anyone else's help. That's why, when I'm traveling, I generally choose to look female.

At least to start.

Sam’s Adventure: Remodeled

Sam was a decent looking young man with a quick wit, above average intelligence, and a generous heart. Unfortunately instead of appreciating what he had, he instead concentrated only on what he perceived to be his faults: he was too short, not muscular enough, not rugged enough, and the list went on and on. In short, he thought any man alive was better than him.

If he could he would have given everything to be any man but who he was. And so he would go to sleep at night always dreaming of men he envied, of men he yearned to be and always destined to be disappointed that his dreams would not come true.

Morning always came but bright sunshine neither penetrated into the darkness of his room nor indeed into his very soul. He isolated himself in the darkness, never feeling worthy enough to face the world outside. So, obsessed with his shortcomings, he was a tortured soul living in the agony of a self-made purgatory, always comparing himself to the models, movie stars, and muscled men he worshipped from afar.

Seanday Shorts: Liquid Soul

It had been a good haul, two jocks both with clean backstories. A great setup in the campus grounds--they shared a dorm in one of the largest blocks.

I made a FaceTime call. "Hey look who I picked up a few minutes ago; Tony Shultz and Dan McKenzie." I shifted the camera to show the two sleeping jocks.

"How the hell did you get them? They're like the two top players in the football team."

I grinned at the camera. "These guys have a lot of power and influence, even if they don't know it yet. We've got a chance to change things, get followers, and make that social army we've always talked about."

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Seanday Request: The Alpha Card

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I gazed at the guy taking the picture, lips slightly parted giving that stoned look David always had. I'd taken him a few hours earlier as he stumbled into the restroom--made him into a suit. Didn't take long to slip inside him--hardly a challenge.

The barman handed back the phone. "Cheers mate," Tony chirped looking over the top of his mirrored sunglasses.

"Take these before I drink them," I slurred holding out the bottles to Tony and Steve, who bumped into me as he got to his feet. "Hey watch out you muppet."

Steve pushed me again, "Shut up," he yelled and snatched the bottle from my hand.

I scowled at him. David's body felt awkward as I scratched his fair hair. He was definitely the ugly duckling of the group and almost everyone picked on him.

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Seanday Switch: Another Face

Leaning on the sink I glared at the reflection in the mirror. "Mikey," I whispered. "What does it feel like to see yourself again?"

Reaching up I traced a finger across my face. "Huh, I almost forgot what you looked like. Handsome, strong and angry--oh so angry."

The face looking back at me lifted its chin, "You mother fucker, I should kill you."

"You might be the strongest in your family, stronger than your brothers and your papa, but you wasn't smartest were you?"

"Fucker."

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Seanday Shorts: Pick and Mix

I was at the Arnold Classic looking for some fresh meat--I mean seriously? Where else would you look for guys that have been preening themselves for months--just for these few days. Prime Beef.

The brief was simple, I'd arranged to meet two people at the show looking for new bodies; one young, and the other a fuck-off huge guy. I hated pushing in public places, it was such a risk which is why I needed cover.

Waiting by the doors, I watched the people filter through. I had to choose carefully, then I saw him. Shaking my head, I couldn't believe my luck.

Steve, a nineteen-year-old student, had just walked through the doors. I recognised him immediately from his Instagram site--I knew he had good connections.

I weaved through the crowds and followed him down on the escalators. Damn, I was close enough to smell him--and that was awesome! A thick back, massive shoulders which tapered down to a lean, narrow waist. I glanced around and scowled at the person behind me.