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RACER
Someone asked for a story about Marc Marquez, a Spanish MotoGP racer. I had never heard of him before but it inspired me. The ending is VERY different than my usual…. It’s also my shortest story and took only a few weeks to write. Funny how stuff flows and sometimes doesn’t.
Let me know what you think: [email protected]
It’s on my google drive…. easier to update and make corrections.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1u2jQZl6Jxkozz8wgM4ID0RvuzY6Cv0zS/view?usp=sharing
GOOD COP BAD COP
I've been struggling with writing lately. It's tough finding that spark of inspiration, usually some hot suited stud for me. Someone asked about a cop story with uniforms, and provided inspiration so here it is.
Feedback/suggestions appreciated.
Marine Switch
This is by far my shortest story to date….Twin brother gets even with his twin.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ayfcfmMfQ8NbIh2am9Y2TG9bbhmjH-1b/view
The Coyote and the Corporal
So someone requested a story involving a border guard and drug dealer who look alike. Funny, when I get inspired by a pic of a person, I get on a roll and it just flows (except for the ending that may change). Acosta Alicea had great pics with very different looks that made this fun to do. I have two other stories I’m working on, both using Ali Gordon but I’m stuck on them. If you find any mistakes, have suggestions, let me know. If you think it sucks, let me know…I’m thick skin here… [email protected]
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ITWZHQU8bF33C1rHpZ8buXzg5L_Ns_k-/view?usp=sharing
A big date
I took a very refreshing shower. I have to be honest; I would have loved that I have more time to relax. To move the soap through my muscular body a little bit longer. Sadly, that wasn’t possible. No, I needed to prepare for my big date. I quickly get ready. I styled my hair, perfumed my body and then I dressed up in my favorite suit. I was going all black. Black trousers, black shirt… extremely elegant for my first date with her. I expect that we have an extremely fun evening… that she likes the new me and that we can start building something great together. I am almost certain that Lucie is the one, I just hope that she thinks the same way.
I grabbed my wallet and cellphone before exiting my room. I looked for the keys, but they were nowhere to be found. I went to my roomies room, and I heard him struggling. He is still trying to get free, but I am sure that he would not be able to get free from my tight knots. It’s a shame, I really considered him as my best friend. However, after I discovered that he ended up being a match for Lucie on tinder, I knew that I needed to act. I have always loved her, but she never saw me the way that I wanted. Is obvious that she likes him. My personality in this new package will definitely win her over. If all works out, I will have to start thinking about what I will do with my former body. But let’s not worry about that. Now I have to focus on my date. I found the keys and relaxed for a bit. It’s strange, I am so nervous… let’s just hope that this date becomes the most magical moment in my life.
Does anyone know who this guy is and on what platform?
Overdue - Body Swap
Maurice, a captain in the german navy, returns home after months on board. For 7 years now, hes serving in the army, built a reputation for himself as a responsible leader and for a while now, he shares his life with thousands of people online. Hes living a happy life, which unknown to him, is about to change drastically.
Maurice enters his apartment through the main door. Its already late at night, hes exhausted, his body aches with every step he takes. He goes for the light switch, but oddly enough, it doesnt seem to work. 'Just settle in' he says to himself and closes the door.
But the whole situation is even weirder. He walks into the living room, carefully, minding his steps. The air all around him is thick, heavy and a faint smell hovers beneath it. Not sure what to make of it, he puts hls bag down, but catches something in the corner of his eyes. A shadowy figure moving in the dark. "Hello? Somebody there?" He says, his whole body tensing switly. Maurice notices the figure extending an arm in his direction, and he gets ready to defend himself. A thief, he thinks, but the figure wont move an inch. Instead, he hears the sound of words, a language he has never heard before.
Maurice takes a step closer, before something stops him. His whole body shakes, as something is pressing against his skin, like somebody restraining him angrily. "What the fuck." He screams, but these words barely come out. Unable to move any further, he closes his eyes, trying his best to take control again.
Suddenly, a irritating, disgusting smell reaches his nostrils, causing his eyes to jump open. An old, dirty man stands right in front of his face, a coy smlle across his rough lips, as he lays a hand on Maurices strong chest. "I was scared I missed this opportunity." The mans voice cracks horribly, as he snickers. Disgusted, shocked, Maurice tries to get away, but his body isnt obeying his orders.
The old man walks around him, again and again, his thin fingers running along Maurices soft skin. "Go away." He grunts deeply, but the man just laughs. "I will leave, but first, I need you to drinl this, Maurice." The man takes a little bottle out of a bag, a slimey white liquid moving inside it. There is no way hed ever drink something like that.
Maurice watches in horror as the man opens the bottle, and another, aggressive scent invades his nose. Unable to shake his head away, he realises, that it smells familiar. Its the scent of cum, mixed with an earthy, unrecognisable scent of herbs and dust. "No" Maurice protests, but its no use. The old guy grabs his head and jolts it back. So strong, so violent, and there is no resisting. In no time, the bottle enters his mouth, and the thick, tasteless liquid runs down his throat.
He can feel it cover his mouth, his tongue, down his throat, and its immediately showing effect. His body gets stiff, his mind gets heavy. Maurices head aches violently, barely able to keep his eyes open, he spots the old guy taking a deep sip from the bottle as well.
However, it doesnt seem to affect him that much. On the contrary, he approaches Maurice and wastes no more time. He feels the rough lips on his, trying to scream, to fight back, to overpower his assailant. No matter what he does, his body isnt reacting at all. Then, to make matter worse, he feels himself getting hard, his dick pressing against his pants, all of his muscles bulge inside his tight uniform. Something is taking over, he feels it running through ever fiber of his body. Its surpressing him... he can feel his body move again, but at the same time, it feels different. With a sudden push, Maurice shoves the old man off him and to the ground. But its not Maurice whos still standing, instead, hes watching himself from the floor, as his former body opens his eyes, and what he sees, is the same aura from the old man.
"What have you done?" Maurice says, and to his surprise, he hears the voice of the old man, just a rough crack, echoing through the quiet room. Lying on the floor, he watches his body standing there, taking a deep breath and open his eyes. It feels like looking into the mirror, but at the same time, its like watching a stranger on the streets. In shock, he watches himself running a hand through his scruffy beard, along his chin and now both hands down his own chest, firmly touching himself through his shirt. "Fuck." The man moans, as he reaches for his erect cock through his tight pants. "This feels so good. Mhmm." Unable to fathom this surreal situation, he hears his own voice, but its somehow not his voice. It cant be?? "What is he doing to me? This is my body." Still processing, he tries to move this old fragile body, but before he can get up, he gets pushed down and against the wooden floor by a heavy, black boot. "Nah nah. Not so fast." The man smirks, one hand massaging his dick while he reaches for Maurices chin. "Mind that old heart of yours." He says worryingly, caressing Maurices cheek. "You must have so many questions."
Maurice nods quickly, but the man just laughs. In one swift motion, he grabs him by the neck and lifts him easily to meet his eyes.
Breathing heavily, Maurice tries to fight back again, but this body is no use at all. "The moment I saw you, I knew yoir body was the perfect fit for me. The man says, releasing him, dropping him to the floor. "The strenght, the stature, the phisique. Magnificent." Hurt, Maurice lies on the floor again, watching his former body walk through the dark room, flexing his biceps, his chest, his thighs and his neck. "Fuck. Better than expected."
The man starts undressing, starting with the shoes before he unzips his pants. "I was afraid I would not be able to swap with you, this body being the mess it is." He points at Maurice, pity spreading across his face. The pants drop to tje floor, exposing the massive tent inside the boxers. "This cant be true.' Maurice groans, as the man starts touching himself even more. At first, he strokes himself gently, again and again. Still keeping eye contact with Maurice, whos visibly frightened. "Dont make such a face, it will pass. I promise." The man smiles, patting his cock, before he starts umbuttoning his shirt.
"Besides, Id be careful. The hearts not doing a very good job. Otherwise you might have a stroke." A coy smile escapes his lips, but Maurice doesnt feel like smiling at all. "Give me my body back. This is insane!?" He protests again, but his old mans voice is way too husky and rough for anyone to understand really. All whats left for him to do, is watching this man undressing him, for whatever diabolical reason. Slowly, carefully even, he removes one button at a time, until his beautiful chest is fully exposed.
"You did an amazing job, toning this body." The man smiles, running a hand a long hls chest, feelinh his pecs bulging harshly. He starts stroking himself, purring like a big cat while hes pleasing himself. "Stop that." Maurice yells as he tries to get back up again, but his old body is way to quick and way to strong for him to keep up. The man grabs his wrist and neck, twisting it slightly, making Maurice scream again, this tlme in pure agony. He swirls him around and presses hlm agalnsh the stone wall. "Shut the fuck up." The man says firmly, their faces just inches away from each other. Maurice smells the faint scent of his aftershave, and he tears up. "Please. Give me my body back." He whispers, and it feels like the man is considering it, before laughing. "Youre funny." He giggles, before intesifying hls grib once more. "There is no your body anymore. Its mine now, understood?" He shoves him, hard, making him flinch. "But..." Maurice protests.
"There is no but." The man chokes him for a second before letting go off him, taking a step back. The shirt drops to the floor, and he turns around again. "
"This is mine now." He smirks, gesturing towards his body, before stroking himself once more. Casually, he walks through the room, pics up a phone and makes a call. Maurice slides down the wall, his whole body in pain, unable to say another word with his throat slightly damaged.
"Can you send someone? I came home and found this old dude in my apartment. He attacked me but Im okay." He looks at Maurice and winks. "Thank you, see you soon."
He ends the call, throws the phone away and approaches Maurice one last time. "Say goodbye now" The man bites his lip, and before Maurice can react, he knocks him out cold.
Teaching Obsession
(A request for @deliciouskittycreator)
This past year had been an… interesting year for Luke to say the least. He’d started a job at his local college as a teaching aid last September and one of the groups he’d been assigned to help was being taught by Mr James Tenner. From day one James had caught Luke’s eye.
James was 39 and soon approaching 40 years old so he was a fair bit older than the young man that Luke was. Despite that however he kept himself in ridiculously good shape. You could tell by how well fitted most of his clothes were to his fit frame. Most of the time he would be seen wearing suits or at least something that was smart casual. He was very well groomed with immaculate stubble and slicked back, styled hair that was now getting a bit of grey throughout. At a glance you could immediately tell that he took a lot of pride on his appearance and it certainly paid off. Most of the time he looked more like a distinguished businessman than a college English professor.
For each and every lesson he would aid alongside Mr Tenner, Luke would grow more and more obsessed with the man. Constantly stealing glances at the handsome professor, his body perfectly wrapped in the fabric of whatever suit he’d decided to wear that day. And if he was lucky, James would take off his jacket giving Luke an even better view of that hot teacher ass. And though Luke didn’t interact with it, he would constantly hear the students whispering to one another saying how fit Mr Tenner was.
Now however it was getting near the end of the academic year. Luke only had one more lesson left of James’ to sit in with and after that they were done for the year. Who knows if he’d get to work alongside him again next year. After getting to spend all this precious time around that hot stallion of a man, he just didn’t want things to change. Well thankfully for him, maybe they didn’t have to.
Recently a strange package had arrived on his doorstep. After checking it was definitely for him and not a mistake, Luke opened it to find a letter sat on top of what looked to be a strange machine. Pulling it out he found that it was actually two helmets of some kind both wired up to a controller. Confused, Luke opened the letter to figure out what this was about.
What he read seemed unreal. The letter explained how the sender somehow knew of Luke’s obsession with James and that they simply wanted to help fulfil that desire in greatest way possible. When it explained how the machine worked, one part of Luke’s mind was screaming that it was bullshit but at the same time, whether it be out of lust, desire or just dumb hope, he couldn’t help but believe it. It also explained how there was a small vial in the box he’d probably need as well before the mystery person simply signed “W” at the bottom.
After sifting back through the box, Luke was quick to find the vial that’d been mentioned and placed it down on the table beside the machine. In that moment a grin broke out across his face as he imagined what this could possibly mean for him.
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The next day Luke arrived at the college as he normally would except his backpack was a fair bit heavier today than usual. He was with Mr Tenner for the afternoon so he had to slug through the morning with as regular of an attitude as possible but on the inside he just couldn’t wait to get this first half over and done with. After lunch however, it was finally time. Luke couldn’t help but give the handsome teacher a kind smile as he entered the room before sitting down and discussing the afternoon ahead with James. Since it was the last day and they’d done the final exams for the year already, today was planned to just be a fun lesson for games and socialising so it ended up being a very chilled out afternoon.
Once the students had been allowed to head home however, Luke stayed behind. Usually he’d leave along with them but today he had different plans. Instead he sat and chatted with James for awhile in the classroom as the handsome professor finished up the last of his paperwork. Luke eyed up the strong cup of coffee Mr Tenner had beside him and just knew that’d be his golden ticket. He waited for just the right moment when James got up to grab something, leaving his drink unattended when Luke swiftly whipped out the vial, poured in the liquid and stuffed the bottle back in his pocket.
Of course the mature suited man didn’t suspect a thing as when he sat back down he took another hefty gulp of coffee. Then another, and another until he finished the very last drop. It didn’t seem to be keep him awake and alert but rather making him drowsy instead. Very drowsy in fact. Then as his vision began to blur, he knew something was wrong but at this point there was nothing he could do. The last thing he saw before passing out was Luke’s face with a look of… excitement?
Luke watched with glee as James’ head tilted back over the chair, his pen dropping to the floor. The man was out cold meaning step one was complete. Now onto step two. Luke reached into his bag and carefully pulled out the two helmets along with the device linking them. He wasted no time in getting James to sit a bit more upright before placing one of the helmets on his head. Once it was secured in place, Luke grabbed the matching helmet and slipped it on himself. Step two complete.
The young man grabbed the device and looked down at the buttons. Finally onto step three. Thankfully the letter he’d got came with a few simple instructions on how work the machine. He went ahead with pressing a few buttons and adjusting some setting until he got it onto the right mode. With that Luke looked across at the older man, then down at himself and finally back to the device. ‘Here goes nothing’ he thought to himself before activating it.
It was hard for Luke to recall what happened after that. There was a flash as the helmets sparked to life causing him to jolt around a bit. His vision quickly became blurry as he started to loose feeling throughout his body until finally it all faded to black… but not for long. About 10 minutes later Luke awoke groggily only now he was sat behind the professors desk and not in front. Even more surprising though was seeing his own unconscious body slumped in a chair before him!
Looking down at himself Luke was swift to notice the suit he was now wearing. It was Mr Tenner’s! And his body… it all felt so different. Older yet also stronger and slightly bigger. All the evidence pointed towards the machine doing exactly what it’d promised but he just couldn’t believe it. Luke grabbed the helmet on his head before tossing onto the desk and jumping up to inspect himself.
On impulse his hands started to explore the body hidden beneath his dress shirt. He could feel a solid pair of defined pecs far bigger than his former ones before moving down to feel the hard ridges of abs. This quickly tempted him to untuck his shirt and pull it out to reveal them and he wasn’t disappointed, rubbing and feeling them along with a dusting of stomach hair he hadn’t had before.
Bringing those hands up to his face, Luke explored his facial features. His jawline felt more prominent, lips slightly fuller, a fine stubble in place of the short beard he used to have and he couldn’t help but notice his hair. The hairline receded a bit but most notably the gel used to slick back his hair.
After that Luke had to see it. He snatched up James’ phone from the desk and switched on the front camera. The face staring back at him was none other than the very same man he’d been lusting over all year. Mr Tenner. An almost sadistic grin emerged on his face that would’ve looked very out of character for James as he started to further admire his handsome, mature new features. Loving how his face looked aged but not wrinkled due to the lengths James went to take care of his skin while also enjoying the silver mixed in with his styled hair. Just gazing upon his new reflection was causing the bulge in his suit pants to grow larger and tighter… but he wanted to save the best for last.
Next he went onto grab at his biceps, adoring how they bulged inside the fitted suit jacket showing them off perfectly. It was incredible how a body almost twice Luke’s age could be this fit… this strong… this perfect. The professor had clearly put huge amounts of work into this body and now Luke was more than happy to reap the benefits. He gave his arms a flex, loving how the jacket and dress shirt underneath had to stretch over the muscle. By now his cock was begging for attention but he had one more thing he wanted to checked out first. After giving his pecs another quick squeeze through his shirt, Luke’s hands wandered down to his powerful new muscle ass, gripping it tightly with both hands. Fuck he’d wanted to grab and squeeze this ass all year long but he never imagined it’d be on his own backside when he finally got to do so. Just then his old body started to groan. Luke took quick notice of this, fascinated too see if the setting he’d input to alter James had taken effect.
James blinked his eyes open, astonished to see none other than his twin standing before him! Wearing his clothes!? He cursed out loud, demanding to know what was going on but as he did he noticed the difference in his voice and body. He was much slimmer than before and wearing clothes similar to what his Teaching Aid Luke had been wearing before. Come to think of it, his voice just now sounded somewhat like Luke’s as well… what the fuck was going on!?
Looking back up at his imposter, James couldn’t help but notice the sinister smile plastered across his face. He was about to say something when the other man spoke up first. “Get over here and kneel in front of me.” The suited man spoke with such confidence, the words rattling through James’ head. Every fibre of his being was telling him to obey this man. What was wrong with him? “Now.” The man demanded in a slightly deeper tone. After that James’ body moved on its own, scrambling over and dropping to his knees as he was told.
At this point he was getting even more freaked because the more he looked up at his former… handsome… mature… sexy body he couldn’t help but feel incredibly turned on. Like he just wanted to endlessly service it. But he’d never been into men before? He was straight! So why couldn’t he pull his eyes away from the other man’s bulging crotch?! Then without warning he felt a hand grab the back of his head, pressing it against the bulge before telling him to worship it. One part of his mind was screaming at himself get run but it was vastly overpowered by the part that only wanted to obey and worship. And so James found himself kissing, licking and sniffing at the outline of his imposters cock.
Luke almost couldn’t believe it. Not only had the machine been able to put him in the hunky body of Mr Tenner but it’d made the original James’ mind completely subservient to his will. Now the former professor, now in Luke’s old body, was doing everything he could to please his new master. After watching James press his face against the significant bulge in his suit pants however, Luke finally decided it was about time to whip out his brand new cock. By the look on James’ face, he was just as excited as Luke was about it.
“Fuckin woah… now that’s an upgrade for sur-oooohhaah” Luke barley had a chance to finish his sentence after unleashing his new monster cock before James had his lips wrapped around it, sucking away with passion. Luke just went with the flow, pressing James’ head down while loving how incredible and sensitive this dick felt.
As his cock was being worshiped, Luke felt the overwhelming desire to strip out of this suit and give his new body some proper appreciation. Buuuuut it was probably best to wait until later. After all if he was caught naked on college grounds he’d more than likely be fired from his new job before even having a chance to start. Just this blowjob was enough of a risk as it was. With that in mind he pulled James off his dick momentarily to jerk himself off furiously. James could only was watch in awe as his former body jacked his dick like his life depended on it. This is until Luke finally started to feel his new seed welling up. With that he plunged his cock right back into James’ open mouth and, with just a few eager bobs of James’ head, Luke grunted as he exploded his professor nut down the younger man’s throat in a thick salty blast.
Luke watched with glee as his old body licked the cum off his lips. He shoved his softening cock back into his suit pants before pulling his new boy toy up onto his feet. “From now on you’re Luke the teaching aid and you will only refer to me as either Mr Tenner or Sir. You got that?” The new Mr Tenner stated.
“Yes sir! Will I be able to worship you again soon?” Asked the new Luke though his inner self was still screaming against it.
“My place tonight at 8:00. You’ll be doing a whole lot more than worshipping…” The new professor stated before giving his former self a kiss on the cheek. As he did, the device caught his eye. With a smirk he grabbed it, ripping out the wires connecting it to the helmets before dropping it on the floor and smashing it beneath one of his new dress shoes. “Just so you don’t get any ideas. I am James Tenner now and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” He sneered towards the new Luke.
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Just over an hour later James now found himself in his new incredible looking home. He’d stripped off his suit piece by piece, slowly revealing the adonis body beneath. He stood before a mirror, admiring the full beauty of his new form. A light dusting of hair spread across two incredible pecs and a set of well defined abs. Arms that stretched most dress shorts he wore, threatening to rip through them. And of course the incredibly well sculpted ass he just couldn’t get enough of.
Now that he was alone, he was free to go full on perve mode with his new life. Walking around the house fully nude with a constant boner. Going through all dirty clothes in the hamper and smelling the gym clothes this body had recently worn and loving how that scent was now his own. Sifting through his entire new closet and trying on style after style of clothes, mainly suits, and loving just how well it all fit him. So much so that a quite a few pairs of his new suit pants now had his ball batter splattered all over the inside, staining them slightly with his seed. It almost felt like he was marking his territory in a weird way.
The time just flew by in all his excitement and before long he heard his doorbell ring. James answered the door in some slightly more casual but still incredible looking clothes to see none other than Luke, his new obedient slave. He invited the man in without hesitation and led him towards the living room.
“Alright boy, you should remember what this body likes to eat. If you make me so good food I might consider taking off this shirt and letting you worship my pecs for awhile. Then we’ll see how it goes from there.” James stated smuggly, grasping his cock a little before watching Luke scurry off to the kitchen while he sat down to watch some TV. He already knew in the moment that this new life of his was going to be absolutely incredible. Bit by bit he’d been tapping into some new memories so by the time summer break was over he should be able to completely and utterly assume the full identify of Mr Tenner without anyone batting an eye over at the college or in his personal life.
He still had no idea who sent him that machine in the first place but whoever it was, James was incredibly grateful for it.
Like a BOSS
Justin didn’t know how it happened but he was more than happy to suddenly be in a different body. Instantly he could smell the sweet scent of fresh sweat. As he looked down he saw a muscular body wearing used gym clothes. He lifted his right arm and took a whiff of his armpit. He felt how his new dick started to grow inside the red shorts. His eyes fell onto his new reflection in the mirror in front of him. He looked at his new handsome face. His hands ran through his stubble. He slowly kicked off his sneakers and took off his black shirt. He admired his muscular chest before pulling down the red shorts. He was now standing in front of the mirror only wearing his black CK briefs. His new dick was pulsating and leaking and Justin was excited to get to work on it.
Suddenly memories of his body started to flood his mind. He knew that he now had to go to work and that the pleasure had to wait some more. He entered his new bedroom and was thrilled when he opened his wardrobe. Lots and lots of suits.
He took out a navy blue suit, a white shirt, black belt, striped red tie, sheer socks as well as a pair of black derby shoes. He loved the feeling of slipping into the sheer socks and pulling them above the knee. He slid into the suit pants, trying to hide his boner. He put on the white dress shirt and buttoned it up. He zipped up his pants and put on his belt. He tied his tie and took a look inside the mirror. He loved his new look. He took the leather shoes and took a deep breath of the smell of leather and sweat. He slipped into them and laced them. One last look into the mirror and he knew that no matter the circumstances,he would never trade back. The last 20 minutes in his new body were so much better than the rest of his earlier life and he would love this one to the fullest.
Be a champ, dress like one
“I’m gonna love being you, dad” I snapped a photo with my legs perched up on the table, I was admiring the nice suit I was wearing, the expensive shoes my dad bought for himself, I was basking in everything that my dad was as mine.
My dad was a real shitty father, my mom died in a car accident when I was 10 and that just left my dad and I, He’d work and hardly ever did I see him, my birthdays I got a card with a few dollars, with dad’s signature on it, like it was some business paper he had to sign, the lack of parenting in my life caused me to become a rebellious teenager, while my dad was always out of state going to New York or San Francisco or some other place he was leaving me at home, he’d leave me an allowance till he came back.
It was when I was 17 our relationship started to deteriorate more so than it already had, me with my typical teenager attitude and my dad’s possessive, everything’s his way or no way attitude we always butt heads and fought, then the worst came, on an average day just like any other I came home from school, and dad was sitting there in the kitchen, waiting for me, drinking a bottle of Jack. He had a stern look on his face like he’d been waiting for me all day to get here and he looked like he was ready to pounce.
“Sit down.” he commanded, I walked over to the table I laid my bag in the chair and didn’t sit, “I SAID SIT DOWN!” he slammed his hand on the table, I just looked at him and it was just hanging in the air the sound of him banging on the table “fucking christ what is it?!” I was starting to get pissed, I pulled the chair out and sat, “Okay I’m sitting what do you want?” I just looked at him, arms crossed and he looked at me “I saw you at a FAG Club on Saturday night, I didn’t want to believe it so I went through your computer” he brought up my laptop and to a page of gay porn that was in my history, I was pissed, scared, and a fuck load of other emotions in between “You went through my fucking computer! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I barked at him slamming my hands on the table “I DO NOT RAISE A FAG IN THIS HOUSE!” he yelled, and this is how it began, “RAISE?! Are you fucking kidding me?” I scoffed at him “You don’t raise shit in this house all you fucking do is allow me to be here. Thank you Mister Jackson for offering me a room to stay in this home!” and like that I couldn’t control my anger, my tongue, and my mind, like knives my words cut my dad “You are a fucking queer! No son of mine is going to be some fucking homosexual butt fucking queer!” I know I’m my dad’s son because his words are just as sharp and painful, We started barking back at each other now like two rabid dogs about to get into a fight he went up stairs and started throwing my shit from my room telling me how having a gay son was the worst thing I could do to him, and how I was an “ungrateful little shit”, I just called him a self loathing asshole who didn’t care about anything else in the world than himself, his money, his image, and his booze, and with that he told me to get the fuck out of his house and that I was dead to him “You’re a fucking pathetic old man Richard! I don’t need your shit, I’ve been fine for 7 years without you around!” with that I stormed out of what was my home and slammed the door as hard as I could, some kids from school were outside that lived on this street, they must have heard all the commotion they all looked at me quiet and frozen “What the fuck are you looking at!” I barked at them too, I started walking to wherever I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, My mom’s family lived in Maine, my dad’s parents lived out in fucking Minnesota, I had no clue where to go now..
It was around 7PM, the sky was turning orange and night was coming soon, I was sitting on the bus just riding it wherever. I was sitting there replaying the whole thing over and over in my head. Where am I going to go? I tried to use my phone but he had cut it already. all I had was $80 in my wallet, I sat and rode the same route about a hundred times, till finally the lady driving the bus came to me “Honey you gon’ have to get off, this tha last stop.” I realized I was the only one on the bus, I didn’t say anything I got off the bus, I was in some part of town I never been to. it wasn’t ghetto, nor was it nice just a quiet part of town didn’t seem like a soul was out here, I started walking
“Psst…"
I heard someone calling to me, I looked around but it was dark there were only the street lamps on
“Pssst… come here” I was a bit nervous, it was probably some homeless drug addict wanting money from me, I kept walking.
“I’ve got something you might want, boy, you’re bitter and your old man kicked you out.” it was then an old black man with wrinkly wrinkly skin showed himself to me
“How…. the fuck?” how did he know that, I was confused, the old man didn’t seem like a threat, he was homeless, ratty smelly clothes, and two different shoes
“I know what happened the spirits from the other side told me about your situation, boy.” the old man, slightly hunched over, reeked of bad hygiene, held out a bottle of light purple liquid “If you believe what I say, boy, I can help you get back at your old man, he’s a cruel man, don’t care fo nobody but himself”
“You’re crazy old man” I stared at him
“Tell you what, give me food, and I’ll give you this here drink” the old man was so sure of himself, this is why I hate talking to the homeless, they’re always crazy and always trying to get stuff, but I’m the same as him, homeless.
“All I’ve got is a candy bar and a coke” I handed it to him, might as well, this is probably some drug the old man is giving me, the old man handed me the drink and we walked on past each other I looked at the bottle, only 8 oz. this purple stuff looked strange, I opened it and smelled it, smelt like Jack, I decided I’d drink and see what happens…
yup, tastes like Jack the same shit my dad drinks, suddenly I felt like I’d been drinking a lot more than that 8oz. my stomach was turning, my head became dizzy and I got tunnel vision
“What the fuck old man!” I heard dad’s voice and saw his image in the mirror “WHAT THE FUCK! Richard! THIS IS ME I’M HIM WHAT IS GOING ON!!” I still felt drunk, I was so confused my mind was racing, memories of dad came to fill my head the day he met mom, and eventually had me, he was a happy man in those times it was after Carol passed away that I became so bitter towards the world “I had a headache and passed out
when I came to, I woke up with a shock again, I realized this wasn’t some bizarre dream I looked at the mirror “Wow… this is going to take some getting use to” I said a loud, hearing dad’s voice I looked at my suit and snapped a photo “I’m going to fuck as many guys as I want, I’m going to do whatever I want with your money and your credit cards” I smirked thinking this was probably the best revenge I could get at my dad.
Like a BOSS
I would give everything I have just to wake up in this sexy body, wearing those beautiful suits, shoes and gym gear🔥
I‘m looking for a story I‘be read in the last couple of days/weeks. It was about a woman who transformed into the soldier she had sex with while he became a shell of his former self. Does anyone know who wrote it or the name of the story itself?
I can't stop taking selfies. I was never this narcissistic before, but I have just stolen this body from a dick at the gym. He was making fun of my pudgy body so I decided he needed to feel what it was like.
When the swap happened and he realized what his fate was he started to cry. I laughed in his face and grabbed my new gym bag, groping around for his car keys, and told him to have fun waiting for the bus. I used to have real bad anxiety and had never bothered to even get my license, which was unfortunate for him now.
I hopped inside my new sports car and let his muscle memory take me back to his apartment. I have been going through every item of clothing he owns, trying it on and snapping pictures. I downloaded Grindr on my new phone and started looking around. Oh look, my old body is active right now. Guess he made it back to my small, shitty apartment in the bad part of town...
Fuck, I can't believe this is what I see in the mirror now. After this dude swapped our bodies and left me in his, I had to learn as much about my life as I could real quick.
He doesn't drive, I feel weak and anxious all the time, and he is super poor. Earlier today I was a walking Adonis, now I am just some chubby guy who lists after men like that. Wait, lusts?
On the bus on my way to my new home, I started scrolling through his phone. He had Grindr downloaded. Im not gay but I opened it out of curiosity.
The blessing of finding yourself in a new gay body with a small dick is that at least the entire bus didn't see my erection when I saw the guy in my old body had already set himself up with a profile.
I drooled over my old body for a minute before sending him a message. I found myself feeling like a submissive, humbling asking him to just meet with me and talk. He responded quickly, telling me that he was out of my league before blocking me, shutting me out of my own life.
Oh no, now other guys are messaging me. Guys that look like I do now. What am I supposed to do?
