Goin' South

Dedicated to "Pops"

Mark was never the type to be anything less than arrogant, snobby, egotistical, and a hundred other adjectives, none of them flattering. Granted he was a very handsome man who came from a very prominent Newport, Rhode Island family vested with so much old money that it would take several lifetimes to spend, but in no fashion would that ever excuse his behavior. His viewpoint, the only one that mattered to him of course, would be that no one was quite like him.

There was no denying that dressed totally in black leather that only accentuated his muscular body and dashing good looks that he was the epitome of every woman’s ideal and every man’s wet dream. Add to that mix his hot black motorcycle and voila he was a true force of nature.

 On a whim he decided to take a road trip on his motorcycle. He had no planned destination in mind, only that he wanted to get away for a while and see what adventures he might have someplace different. He had no worries because if anything happened Daddy would be there to bail him out, so it was a win-win no matter how he looked at it. A stop in New York saw him bedding a few women, much to the dismay of their husbands and boyfriends. And some asses got promptly kicked when some Pennsylvania boys thought they could jump him from behind. West Virginia, Kentucky, and Tennessee, well, those could be tales unto themselves. Heartbreak and mischief followed in his wake wherever he went. He was having the time of his life. Until he came to North Carolina.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 5 (of 7)

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The next morning I woke to find myself alone in the bed, opposite Mark sat slumped in a chair, his head back staring at the ceiling. A few moments later Sandy walked in from the bathroom, "Oh you're awake, I didn't want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "How long has Mark been like that?"

"About half an hour," she replied.

"That long?"

"He's been taking a lot longer to wake up recently. I'm wondering if its because I've been inside him for such a long time."

I sucked on my lip, "At least he still wakes up."

She just shrugged. "Say, you want to swap today?"

"If you like," I replied a little reluctantly. I threw the quilt to one side and sat on the edge of the bed stretching. I pondered on the fact that I'd be losing Grant as I gently rubbed my thick pec. Trying to push the thought from my mind I got to my feet, leaving Grant still sitting on the bed. Devoid of any control his body relaxed and fell to the bed.

I glanced at Sandy's naked form and blushed a little, still feeling the embarrassment from the teenager's mind that I now shared. "I can't believe you still blush when you see me like this," she smirked as she hugged me, "you're something special Daniel." Maybe I was, a thirty-four year old hiding in a teenager's body.

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Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 4 (of 7)

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We continued our sexual exploits, only this time it was Mark's head bobbing back and forth. Whether it was Mark's thick neck or Sandy's perfect control he was able to take me all the way to the root. Sandy was right, there was a whole level of excitement knowing that the heavy shoulders and back writhing in front of me belonged to the very straight body of my friend Mark. With a grunt I exploded into his mouth and throat, and he gulped down every last drop of all I could muster.

He sat back with crossed legs and wiped his mouth. "Just needed the right body to do it in," he grinned. There was nothing I could say as I watched him get to his feet and head for the bathroom, I heard him gargling before returning.

"Beer?" I asked.

"Damn straight," he laughed. "And don't think that sucking you off is going to be a habit, I've got a reputation to hold up."

We returned to the bar, and slowly drank our way through some Margarita pitchers before going into the nightclub for the final time. I felt like a honeypot at the club with girls hanging off me, and asking for my number.

Mark organised the cab to the airport the next morning, living up to his Captain Sensible tag. When we arrived home I made sure the group held together. Terry revealed to the rest of the guys that he was bi, and was surprised that they were OK with it--even Mark.

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Threesome

Note: Inspired by Mr. C. and his writer’s guild. Thank you, gentlemen.

      Mr. Cavanaugh made his way to Chris Pratt’s trailer. Still in the guise of the hot young actor KJ Apa, it was a breeze for him to get on any shoot he desired. Normally he would hang around to watch the proceedings but today he was on a mission and couldn’t waste any time. After finding Chris’ trailer he knocked on the door, waiting for the actor to open up.

     The door finally opened, Chris looking ruggedly handsome in his Starlord costume as he greeted KJ.

     “KJ? What are you doing here? Want to come in?” KJ started up the steps but stumbled, albeit on purpose, as he reached the top. Concerned, Chris rushed out to help the lad to his feet. “You alright?”

     “Fine. How are you feeling, Chris?” That was a strange question, Chris thought, but then he noticed something odd happening to him. His bare arms were turning silvery, like chrome, and getting thinner and hollow.

     “What the…?” but before he could complete his sentence he found himself falling to the ground, his hands and feet transforming into shiny chrome forks supporting tires. The costume he had been wearing disappeared, leaving only his ass covered in black leather. In a matter of seconds where one of the hottest actors had been standing now sat a metallic midnight blue Harley just begging to be ridden.

      Abandoning the bike for the time being, KJ went to find the next part of the triad he required. Chris Evans was already on set in his Cap costume shooting an intense action scene when KJ wandered over.

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 3 (of 7)

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"Just make sure the door is locked," I muttered. I knew that Terry had told Daniel in confidence before they left that he was bisexual. As himself Daniel had been shocked, putting some distance between himself and Terry but it would appear the girl that was in Daniel yesterday had used the information to get a blow job in the rest room earlier today. As Terry locked the door I pulled the shirt over my head and leaned back locking my hands behind my head. I grinned at Terry, "Drain me."

Terry smiled. "I'll do my best, just don't choke me with that monster," he smirked. Kneeling down he unbuttoned my shorts and carefully pulled the zipper down. I rocked from cheek to cheek as he slid the shorts to the floor. My dick sprang to attention after being released from its cage. "Fuck," Terry whispered.

He gently teased at its tip with his tongue and I groaned as tingling etched the surface of my groin. Clear juice started to ebb from my dick's tip as it pulsed in Terry's gentle hold. Inch by inch he took it into his mouth. I could feel the warmth and pressure as he sucked on its length. Sitting upright on the edge of the chair, I tried to give Terry a better position. I was already breathing heavy as I watched the top of Terry's head bob back and forth. I grasped the back of his head and guided him deeper and deeper. This was better than I'd ever experienced, as I felt Terry open his throat allowing me to push down further. My groans became louder with every stroke until with a triumphant growl I shot hard down Terry's throat.

He started to gag and splutter. I released his head and he fell backwards his eyes wide staring at the ceiling. I quickly got to my feet pulling up my shorts and rolled him onto his front. His whole body started to convulse as he choked. I gasped as the back of his shirt started to distend. Moments later the same girl that had possessed Daniel pushed herself free of Terry and rolled onto the floor.

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TGIF: SOMETHING IN THE WATER

by TS Escher

“Thanks, Marty,” Xander said. He smiled appreciatively as he accepted a bottle of water.

Heading back to the locker room, the former marine looked back affectionately toward the old man. He had never been accustomed to kindness, yet despite his best efforts, he had found Marty anyway.

Every morning Marty opened the boxing gym two hours early, just for him and his trainer. Although getting on in years, the old goat never seemed tired. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, he was always ready with a cold bottle of water for his favorite client. He even washed Xander’s gym clothes with the towels. Fresh clothes! Every day!

How did I get so lucky?

He stepped into a pair of tight black underwear as his trainer Howard entered the room.

“Ready to put ‘em up, big guy?” he said with a laugh.

“You bet!”

Icing

By Carlos Palanca

Tristan waits anxiously for his friends, Matt and Mike to arrive at his house. They called earlier and told Tristan that they want to show him something. Hours passed and Tristan kept waiting for his friends to arrive. He kept himself busy by checking his Instagram feed.

By 3pm, the doorbell rang. Tristan unlocks the door and opens it without checking who is standing on the other side of it. Tristan says, “It’s about time you guys showed--”

Tristan stopped talking as he was completely shocked that it was someone else, a stranger to be more precise. Tristan apologizes and tells the stranger that he thought that he was his friends

The stranger says “You know that you should be more careful when you open the door to someone because you never know what that person is capable of!”

Tristan apologizes again.

The stranger asks him if he is at the right address and if he is Tristan.

Tristan was shocked to hear what very muscular stranger asked.

He tells the stranger that he is Tristan and asks him, “Can I help you?”

Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 2 (of 7)

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I looked at the teenager and thought about all the fun I'd seen him have over the past twenty-four hours--even though he wasn't in control of his own body I could see the potential. I felt my own chest, flat and without definition below the cheap grey shirt. Cheap, it's all I could afford. I knew Daniel had come from a wealthy family--that's why he was targeted by the girl.

"Fuck it!"

Grabbing Daniel's shirt I pulled him behind a dumpster. Piece by piece I removed his clothes. Then I removed my own, dropping them into the waste. I touched the teenagers chest again and my hand disappeared inside--I pulled it out, and briefly thought about what I was planning to do: steal a teenager’s life. I looked down at Daniel again and convinced myself that I could be young again--the thought of it started to make my own dick go hard. I stepped over Daniel and slowly lowered myself into his body. I could feel the cool stone against MY butt cheeks?

It was working. Quickly I moved my legs aligning them with Daniel's. There was the same tightness again. I wiggled my toes and watched as Daniel's responded.

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