Seanday Extra: Guys Vacation

It was kinda sick I know, but my son was having so much fun over the break. He'd hooked up with this other guy, Callum--a senior from his school I think--and they went everywhere together.

Joey--my son--was a shy kid, skinny as fuck. I thought it would be fun for him if I ordered one of those bodysuits for him to wear, help him with his confidence. Worked like a treat, I went through his year book from school and picked one of his students friends--Toby McIntire--he was on the wrestling team.

When I gave him the suit he was kinda freaked out, but I'd persuaded him to try it on all the same. About ten minutes later Toby emerged from my son's room with a huge grin on his face.

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Seanday Extra: Olympic Burn

Athlete doubling had been a big thing since the last olympics, they'd tried to keep it quiet but the underground newswire was burning with the news. They'd even setup a matching service.

So what was athlete doubling? Simply put, dealing in stolen identities, but just for a few weeks. The sportsmen (and women) in their prime would be jacked and somebody with the right money would be inserted into their body--to experience the Olympics first hand.

Take #37 here, this American was jacked two days ago. grabbed by two thugs while the sixteen year old son of a very wealthy businessman was inserted into his body. Yeah, they weren't fussy or had any morals about age or gender. If you had the cash, they could find the right athlete for you.

It's always fun to watch an insertion. This one was in a dark alley, they'd separated him from the rest of his group and dragged him into the darkness. They goons had him against the wall, and unbuttoned his shirt. Flipping him over, they pinned him to the ground pushing on his shoulders. Another pulled his jacket, shirt and under vest over his head to reveal his back. He placed four discs, one at each shoulder, the other on either hip. He tapped at their surface and they glowed. The athlete started to struggle, and the operator shouted at the goons to hold him still.

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Seanday Break

Well, the last 10 part story took a lot of effort. It's not easy sticking to a schedule and being creative at the same time. So I'm letting you know I'm taking April off...

There are two more stories scheduled for March, but after that, I'll be on a writing break. Maybe I'll partake in a Caption This, I don't know. But I will be answering comments, emails, Google Hangouts and the like in the meantime.

I just need to recharge the batteries--oh, forget that, I've said too much already.

Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt8B

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After seeing Brad leave the side room a little after Ray. I decided not to push into him immediately--if only to find out what was going on. So I played it cool, nodded my chin in his direction and took a few more pictures.

He slumped on the bench next to me. "What was all that about?" I asked. "You weren't gay'ing it up with that guy was you?"

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Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt8A

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I stumbled down the corridor, Jarrad poked his head out of his room. "What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," I slurred looking at him suspiciously. Chris could be anyone, so I pushed past him and into the room. Noah looked surprised, his waist wrapped in a towel. There was no sign of Grant, unconscious or otherwise, so I left.

"Are you OK?" Jarrad called after me, but I didn't reply.

The elevator was going down, I'd missed him. My head was pounding from Jack's hangover, I couldn't think clearly so I headed back to the room.

Laying on the bed, I stretched out of Jack's body leaving him asleep, thankful to leave his hangover behind. In the mirror I looked at myself, a wash of guilt hit me. I knew using Grant was wrong, maybe I should have tried harder explaining the power Chris had inherited. It was too late now, my son had left and with the power he'd mastered he could be anyone.

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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.

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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?"