Caption This (24th Feb)

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

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"Sandy," I chuckled. "You're so naughty. And on their wedding night.

"It's still MY wedding night, and tonight I wanted to be the woman. Why should Becky have all the fun?"

I eased myself into Mark's body enjoying the confined fit. The shirt I was wearing was damp and tight, as was the waistcoat. I took a deep breath stretching my arms above my head. With a grunt, I sat up on the bed. "Hello gorgeous, did you miss me?" I whispered in Mark's voice. Piece by piece I slowly started to undress beginning with my tie pulling it free of the collar and swinging it around my head. Next the waistcoat, shirt, and then my pants. I stood there in just my white underwear, turning in a circle. "This is what you signed up for, this is it!" I looked down, and then back at Becky. "Have you been working out? Mark's got a lot more definition," I flexed an arm, "yeah, definitely."

Becky smiled at me, "I made him sweat, making him hot for the wedding."

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down. "Should the married couple christen the suite?"

"I think they should," she smirked.

Caption This (17th Feb)

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Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 6 (of 7)

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I walked into the storeroom. On the table was an identical suit to the one Mark was wearing. The girl; I now knew as Jill was holding out a white shirt. "Try this on for size," she told me. I pushed each arm inside as she held it up, and then pulled it over my shoulders. I turned around and she started to button it up. "It's tailored, so should be a snug, close fit around your middle."

Smiling I pushed all of Grant's confidence to the fore. "You're a beautiful woman, stunning. My friend's talking to his fiancée. I'd like to find out if you're a snug close fit around my middle." I rolled my shoulders tightening the shirt across my chest.

Her eyes widened, as if a wish had been granted. She said nothing, but pushed the suit aside hopping onto the table. "You sure your friend won't come to find you?" She asked pulling at her panties. I shook my head as I pulled at my underwear, freeing my hardening dick.

Leaning across her, I kissed her gently, then more deeply, slowly laying her to the table. Unbuttoning her blouse, I eased my hands inside and freed her breasts and sensuously massaging them. She murmured something between kissing, but it made no sense. I reached down and took my dick. From memories I knew it to be about eight inches, but it was thick. Even as I touched it I was surprised at its weight as I'd never had the opportunity to experience it hard. She let out a gasp as I pushed in deep, the fit more than snug--tight, almost restrictive. Pulling back, I paused and pushed again--a little harder. Each time I ploughed deeper, the louder she moaned. I was pacing the rhythm and she was keeping up. The tightness, warmth and dampness only made me want more. Beads of sweat began to pepper my forehead as the pace slowed, but each stroke only became more purposeful, and the harder she pushed back. I felt my butt clench, my abs tighten and with a lingering growl I pumped five loads into her. We both paused, catching our breaths. Bracing myself against the table I pushed myself up, unceremoniously pulling myself clear. The shirt clung to my torso, damp with sweat and sticking to my back. I unbuttoned it, and peeled it off as Jill eased herself off the table. Her long hair was tangled, and she tried to fix it--unsuccessfully. Her attention turned to her clothes, she pulled at her panties fixing them in place as best she could. I handed her the shirt. "Sorry, hope that's not the only one," I asked. "Have you got any--," I gestured to my groin and she pointed at a box of tissues.

"That's our only shirt in that size, but I can have it cleaned by the time you need to pick it up next week."

Caption This (10th Feb)

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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.

Caption This (3rd Feb)

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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.

Caption This (27th Jan)

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Threesome

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      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.