Seanday Swap: Hide and Seek, Part 1

I was really enjoying myself. I hadn't been to a party for at least a month.

It was a risk even being here. I took another sip from the cup; the beer tasted great. I looked around at the other party goers, all types.

"Ur looking fine," Julia whispered as she bumped into me and felt my chest through my shirt.

"Uh, thanks," I replied.

She finished what remained of her drink and rested her head on my shoulder. "Why aren't all guys like you? You know--fit."

I felt my cheeks flush a little. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just lucky." In truth it was a lot of effort, time spent in the gym and training with the rest of the team.

She grinned. "You're a good guy," she mumbled, kissing me on the cheek. "I need another drink," she added and headed to the kitchen.

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Seanday Bonus: The Mechanic

I wasn't impressed, there was a new guy in town. The news had filtered through the grapevine that the boss of Romans Gym had been compromised. Lets just say he wasn't himself anymore, not that his clientele would notice.

Whoever was investing in the business had a lot of money and resources. One by one all their staff were being replaced; intercepted turned into suits and being worn by their own people.

The business wasn't new, I'd been doing it for years but not to this scale. Prospective buyers would access the members list of the gym and pick their new identity; typically wealthy foreigners or criminals looking for an exit.

I needed in on this business, so I followed one of their personal trainers. I knew they were in middle of an acquisition as a muscular 23 year old was slumped in the passenger seat.

They stopped and picked up an older guy, a portly man with sweaty skin. They continued their journey to a scrap yard and were greeted by a heavy built guy in coveralls. His skin was bronzed, and patched with oil and sweat. This had to be the mechanic, the guy that made the suits and controlled the 'body shop'.

Seanday Swap: Boys best Friend

"So how did you find out? How does it work?" I asked my lil' bro Duncan.

"I don't know, I just found that I could pull myself out of my body and float around," he replied excitedly. "Mom and dad won't be back for a few hours, so I could show you."

"Huh, I'd better go before they get back. Dad said he'd kill me if he ever saw me again."

"No, they're cool."

"You'd say that, you're the favourite son." I looked around the pictures on the wall. "See, no pictures of me, its like I never existed."

Duncan looked sad. "I miss you," he declared.

"Maybe you'll come stay with me soon, like old times. Anyway, show me this trick of yours."

He nodded, "When I leave my body don't touch it or anything."

"How will I know you're doing it? You could be just shitting me."

"Hold you hand behind your back, stick out some fingers and when I'm out I go and look."

I shrugged and held my hand behind my back with three fingers showing. "OK, so do it then."

Duncan stood for a moment, then his eyes glazed over. I called his name asking if he was OK, but he didn't reply. I was starting to worry when he blinked and grinned at me.

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Spice

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and saw Collin rummaging through the refrigerator, pulling out a tub of Greek yogurt. I was wearing one of his button downs and my underwear. He was in just his underwear.

I approached him from his back and slapped him on his ass, giving him a startle, “Good morning,” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Morning, babe,” he answered, kissing me back, “Sleep well?”

“Well enough, I think you threw off my center of gravity last night.”

“Haha! You were pretty good too,” he smiled at me.

Collin had taken me home last night after some drinks with the rest of the office staff. I had never really taken notice in him, but he seemed to gain pounds and pounds of muscle just within a month and a half or so.

“Just Greek yogurt?” I asked

“Not too hungry, just need to get some nutrition in.”

“Come on, you have to present today. I’ll make you some eggs.”

Seanday Repost: Devil Dog

As it's Halloween thought I'd re-post this story from way-back. Hope you enjoy it.

-- Trick or Treat...

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It was late afternoon when I went to meet Edmond, he'd just finished work. I could tell he'd been working hard as the sweat on his body glistened in the sun, I really couldn't resist taking a photo.

As I looked through the camera I saw Christian, one of the guys that worked with Edmond. Then something quite strange happened, the image blurred and refocused on him but his face had changed into something quite different. It showed the head of a dog on his shoulders; it had brilliant red skin with large ears. I returned my gaze to Christian, only this time I saw this creature without the need for the camera.



"Holly SHIT!" I screamed.

Turning I grabbed Edmond and ran as fast as I could. Looking over my shoulder I gasped as Christian came running after us, he was catching up fast with giant inhuman strides.

We both ducked down a side alley but suddenly my grip on Edmond's hand was torn from mine. I turned to see Christian crouched on all fours on my friends back, and with a leap he launched himself tripping me up. I tumbled into some trash cans cracking my head and a dull darkness enveloped my consciousness.

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Seanday Shorts 2/2: Time Out, Time In

I walked into the locker room, the cheers were loud, but then you'd expect that; they'd just won the final.

As I turned the corner, the room went silent, all eyes turned towards me. A few months ago I'd be beating a hasty retreat, but now all these jocks belonged to me.

With a snap of my fingers they all collected together, lining up, puffing their chests out. Each one excited by my presence.

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Keith's Good Side

“You ready to play some ultimate?” I asked getting into Keith’s car.

“Just about,” he answered. “I just need to get this shirt off.” Just as he said that, his shirt disappeared. “And since we’re going to the park, I’d like to look a bit tan-“ his skin darkened “-and maybe 30 lbs. more muscle mass.” As he finished his sentence, his body inflated all over with hard muscle.

Keith propped his arm on the window, showcasing his new bulging biceps, flashed me a sexy look, and finished, “So, yeah, I think I’m ready. You?”

“I can see you’re in a good mood today,” he broke his sexy look and we both laughed, “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Oh, you know you love me in a good mood,” Keith remarked.

I had been dating a Storyteller for six months now, and I can’t say I regret anything. The thing about Storytellers is that literally anything they say goes. That’s a blessing and a curse, mind you, but a blessing most of the time, especially when you’re on their good side. And I happened to be on Keith’s very good side.

Seanday Sun: Surf's up

I was on holiday, my first alone. At twenty-seven it was weird not holidaying with anyone; but I had my reasons.

Walking along the beach seemed to take my mind off things, at 6am there were hardly anyone around--apart from the dedicated surfers. I watched them for a while, all in their late teens riding the crests of the waves--not a care in the world.

As I came to the top of a dune I spotted a camper van with a couple of boards strapped to the top. Then I heard some grunts and groans, I ducked down and watched.

From behind the camper a man; late thirties perhaps, stumbled into view. Cursing he pulled on some ratty old sweatpants and vest, heavily stained with something I'd care not to guess.

He ambled away from the camper, not looking back. It didn't stop him cursing all the way.

As the sound of his voice trailed away, I thought it was safe to explore the vehicle.

I tentatively made my way down the dune; the dry sand seeping between my toes. As I peered through the window, I saw a teenagers naked on the floor. I feared the worst, but waited to see if he stirred.