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Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt7B

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"Hey Roidzoid," I yelled, Cole hated that name, "you've been leaving your shit around again!" He looked up, and I threw his vest in his face.

"Thanks, bud," he said letting his head drop on the pillow again. "Damn, I smell good."

"Get showered you smelly fuck, and no I'm not gonna scrub your back, you fucking gorilla."

He groaned and got to his feet. "You showered already?" he asked.

"Yeah, and I smell sweeeet."

He ambled into the bathroom and closed the door. Jack and Cole go back a long way, even more than Jarrad. He wasn't the smartest guy, and had never been afraid of Jack--that's why he liked him. I picked out a nice shirt and pulled it on; it felt good to be inside someone so confident.

Beep!

A text came through; it was Noah. "Jarrad's pretty shaken up, what did you do?"

"He was a dick," I texted back. He didn't reply.

Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt7A

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Changing the subject I explained my idea for infiltrating the frat party--he liked it. All we needed were some likely candidates to turn up at the gym.

For a Saturday it was quiet--Ray's memory told me that. To keep ourselves occupied Stuart wiped down and cleaned the benches while I attended to the locker room. There were the usual items of lost property; combs, meal boxes, supplement shakers--standard jock equipment.

One item proved interesting, a string vest with the letters UNLV emblazoned across its front, Las Vegas' nearest University. Seems these frat boys were locals. When I returned to the front desk I found someone waiting to be signed in, our first customer.

"You with the frat guys?"

"Yeah," he replied as he signed the book. A typical jock, standing shirtless, tattoos, heavy set, black shorts--definitely from the football team. He looked at me blankly, "Why?"

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Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt6

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I returned to the casino and hung out at the entrance, just as the unoccupied Evan had done a while ago. It didn't take long to ease myself into his psyche. He wasn't a bright kid, but he was blessed with good genes and an impressive body. He'd always had a predatory edge, even when he was younger he would hook up with older girls and women. He had a knack for making them feel special, and in return he'd milk them for gifts and money. Many a time the short one-sided romance would conclude with Evan adding another notch to the bedpost.

As girls and women passed, I felt myself scoring each one. The younger ones that responded were lustful, whereas the older women where looking for arm-candy and something else. I shuddered recalling some of his past encounters.

My mobile buzzed and I answered it. "Hey!" It was James, Evan's friend--they were sharing a room in the hotel.

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Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt5

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Tay got to his feet, towering over me. Something, worried me. Maybe I'd been pushing Chris too quickly? His dark eyes bored into me, daring me to move. His lips parted and I swallowed fearing the worst.

"Damn, what a rush," Tay grunted out loud. He looked thoughtful. "And my voice is different."

I sighed with relief. "Kinda cool huh?" I said trying to hide my concern. Returning to Tay's bag, I dressed in my own clothes. "What's your mobile number?"

He frowned and his eyes darted about. "Give me a minute," he muttered.

"You'll have to be quicker than that," I said after waiting a moment.

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Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt4

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I rolled Tay onto his front, and pulled his arms above his head; his broad back expanded. "We'll start off with the easy stuff," I told him.

"Start with something easy," Chris repeated. "It's not easy then?"

"Not to begin with," I said. "Who knows, you might be a natural."

He looked at Tay, then at me nervously. He was bigger than both of us, well Grant and Chris. If I wasn't inside Grant, we'd be about the same size.

"He's not going to wake up," I reassured Chris and gave Tay a slap to the ass. "See."

"OK, so what do I do?"

"Put your hand on his shoulder," I told him. He cautiously touched Tay, then looked back at me. "Gently push against him. Think about his body, imagine that his skin is just like the surface of water." He frowned, a confused look on his face. "Just try."

He pushed on the big man's back. His fingers causing little indentations--nothing happened. Moving his hand to another place he tried again. "It's not working, nothing's happening," he moaned.

"Give it time, let me show you." I placed my hand on Tay's back and gently pushed. His body relaxed and the tips of my fingers disappeared inside. I pulled my hand free, "Try again." Chris tried again, I noticed he was pressing hard. "Gently," I said again.

He was still having trouble, so I took his hand. He snatched it away, "No-homo," I muttered and took it again. Chris' hand was on Tay's back with mine on top. "Do it slowly to begin with," I explained, "later you'll be able to do it real quick."

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (6/6)

by Seuzz

The prickle of cool air on his face brought Vincent back into full consciousness. But he kept his eyes closed even after the towel had come off. "You get rid of those nurses," he murmured.

"It's just us," said the technician.

"'Cos this is off the books, you know."

"I know. And I'm erasing the data the moment you're out. No one will know it's you under your new face."

"Good. You hear from my man Trevon?"

"He'll pick you up at four."

"We'll be done by then?"

"It's not yet midnight now."

"Mm. I thought I drifted off longer than that. How's everything look below the neck?"

"Good. Are you ready for me to start working on your face?"

Vincent only smiled in reply, and smiled more widely at the dabs of alcohol to his jaw, chin and temple. Even the needles -- usually the part that bothered him -- prickled with promise.