Guest Post

by RandomJack

For the past month, Andrew had been experiencing random blackouts without any warning. It all started one day when he was working out in the college gym when he experienced the first one. At one moment he doing bicep curls, focusing on completing his sets, and suddenly he blanked out. When he came to, Andrew was suddenly in a different part of the gym and found himself in the midst of showing off in front of the glass mirror with his shirt off. Andrew looked around bewildered and quickly put his shirt back on, unsure what just happened. I must be too tired from working out, he thought but he soon realized this was something more than a single incident.

The second time Andrew had a blackout, he was about to head out to his business class, but right when he was about leave his dorm room with his book bag on, it occurred again. When he came back to, Andrew found himself not on his way to class, but instead lying down on his bed naked. “Not again!” Andrew gasped, as he unexpectedly realized his hand was grasping his erect member. Andrew let go in shock as he got up and looked down at his body to find his cum dripping down his abs and hand. Andrew quickly started cleaning himself in disbelief, when his roommate Alex groggily woke up from his nap and looked over.

Deceptions

Read Part 1 "Expectations"

“Hello, Casey”.

“My name is Peter, not Casey. Who are you and how did you get in?” Casey was certain he had locked the door and he certainly was not going to let anyone know who he was, let alone some stranger that somehow just walked in.

“Name’s Finn. Merlin sent me, mate, so you can drop the “Peter” act. I knocked but no one answered and the door wasn’t bolted so I came in.” Finn extended his hand in greeting.

“No act here, Finn. I’m Peter Quinn and this is my home. What do you want?”

“Like I said Merlin sent me. He thought you might need some watching over while you’re in hiding.” Casey was still puzzled. He had only been Peter for about an hour and Merlin was already sending someone to watch him? That just didn’t make sense to him but then nothing Merlin did made a whole lot of sense. Maybe Finn could be trusted.

Casey shook Finn’s hand. “Have a seat and let’s talk for a while.”

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Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule

Craig raised an eyebrow, "Cuba? Really? Isn't that kind of like a drug capital?"

"Dude, it's OK, they're legit. I've been there three times now and look at me!" Kurt replied with a grin.

It was true, since his friend had been going to the spa, he's been getting bigger, heavier, and more muscular. Craig just wanted to be bigger, that's all he ever wanted.

Craig was a cautious man. He'd checked the Instagram and blog sites of his favourite heavyweights and they all raved about the place, so he couldn't believe his luck when they offered an opportunity to visit and review the spa.

That was six months ago.

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Seanday Shorts: New Bud

Jake was a monster; king of the gym and he knew it.

Guys would jostle to have their photo with him, knowing it could add a few hundred followers to their Instagram accounts.

Jake had only real bud, Casey. He was just a bit younger, and just a little smaller. Why? Made Jake look even bigger, to be truthful Jake was an egotistical jerk. Some other saw it in him, others aspired to be like him, but they were always out to help them selves.

The session at Gold's started much the same way as they always been; heavy lifting, supplemented with excessive selfie pictures, something was off--with Casey in particular.

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Expectations

Casey was the town street rat. Ever since his parents had died he had to survive on his own, stealing food and evading capture by the local constables. Wise beyond his tender 17 years, he had street smarts, as people called them, and plenty of them. He didn’t trust or need anyone, which suited him just fine.

Merlin was the town eccentric, the person others loved to talk about. Little was actually known about him other than he seemed to have been around for as long as anyone could remember. He would be quite congenial when he met folks, but he preferred to be left to himself.

Their lives intersected one day when Casey accidentally acquired Merlin’s watch after the two bumped into each other.

“Sorry mister,” Casey apologized to the older man. “I didn’t see you.” Merlin smiled at the youth. For some odd reason, he was feeling uncharacteristically guilty about stealing the old guy’s watch.

“That’s okay son. Accidents happen.”

Casey nervously fingered the watch in his pocket, trying to make sense of why he should feel so guilt-ridden about what he had done. He never had been bothered by his thievery before so why this time?

“Say son, you don’t look so well. How about coming home with me and I give you something to eat. You look like you haven’t had a good meal in a while. What do you say?” Something about the man set Casey’s defensive instincts off but he couldn’t tell just what it was. Go home with him? He might be some kind of perv or worse. Was it the glint in the old man’s eyes as though he knew something he wasn’t telling Casey? The dude was only trying to be friendly, right? Besides he could take care of himself and this guy was certainly no match for him if it came to that so what did he really have to worry about?

“Yeah, okay, but only for a meal and then I’m gone. Deal?”

“Fine. My name’s Merlin. And you are?”

“Casey.”

“Follow me, Casey. I don’t live too far away.” The two started to walk, Merlin setting a rapid pace that surprised Casey. He certainly was spry for an old guy. They soon arrived at what Merlin called his ‘humble’ abode. Strange thing about the house though: it appeared small on the outside but upon entering Casey was overwhelmed by just how large the interior was. Must be an optical illusion he told himself.

Seanday: Just a Quick One

"Come on, stop fucking around. I know," Hassan muttered

"What are you talking about?" Alexis retorted, and he continued to jog through the dunes.

Hassan, a man just as big jogged a little faster to catch up. "I know what's going on!"

"Just leave me alone," Alexis shouted over his shoulder and started to run.

"You're not not the same man!"

The man running in front didn't reply.

Hassan sprinted, catching up and then tackled the man. Alexis fell, face first into the sand a crumpled heap.

As he began to push himself up, Hassan reached down and pushed his hand into Alexis muscular back. He let out a groan, and froze.

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Guest Post: Official Team Tutor

Guest Post by: nonotnolan

Being one of the tutors for the Basketball Team had its advantages.  For starters, it meant that none of the athletes on campus would be giving me any grief for being so bookish.  It also meant I was invited to all of the big dorm parties.  Not that I ever went, of course… but I could have.  Of course, there were a few weird things as well.  "If one of us ever ends up with a high risk of academic suspension, we’re stealing your smarts.“  That’s what the players always told me.  That’s what the players told all of us tutors.  I never took them seriously, of course… how would that even work?

Of course, one day in mid-March, I found out exactly what they meant.  I was just minding my own business, reading something for my English Lit class, when Clark– one of the lead point guards– came barging into my room, backed by two of the biggest cronies I’d ever seen.  "I’m about to fail Calculus,” Clark said, looking at me with a wry smirk.  "Hey, Nathan.  Coach says it’s time to pick someone’s brain, and I’ve decided on yours.“

"Wait… I… are you serious?” I yelled.  "That’s not real.  You can’t do this!  Look at me!  My intelligence is all I have!“

"As if I care,” Clark said.  His two friends laughed, and cracked their knuckles.  "You can come peacefully, or we can have Mitch and Justin drag you there by force.  Either way, we’re going to Coach’s office.“

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