by ?????
This is a true story of my transformation from one type of man to a complete different type of man.
Ten years ago I was your average mid forties gay guy. Professional job in a small business I owned and grew, nice townhouse in the city, pricey foreign car. I hung around other professionals, went to gym, rode expensive bicycle long distance, ate organic and healthy, manicures and biweekly haircuts, pricey clothes and shoes from Bloomingdale’s. Pretty sweet office job wearing nice clothes and an occasional suit.
I was not muscled but average build. Light work outs at the gym, some cardio, yoga kept me in decent shape. A weekly 25 mile bike ride added to my body being in good shape. Kept my waist at 32-34 depending on the cut of the pants. I enjoyed wearing the lycra to ride and a water polo speedo at the beach or pool. I did man groom to keep my body tidy, with a bi annual waxing of my back to keep me smooth.
The Shaft
The young man worked for a courier company.
As he stood there he had a package he was rushing to deliver to management on the top floor.
Hearing the ding of the elevator the man got in.
Pacing back and forth he checked his reflection in the mirror.
He was a good looking guy no doubt about it. Smooth-shaven, 24, light brown haired and packing an impressive 8-inch cock.
The Bears Den – Part One
by Titan
This couldn’t be the bar he was looking for. For one thing, it was definitely the seediest part of town, Luke thought to himself as he steped over a tramp swigging on a bottle wrapped up in brown paper. But the address matched the one in the ad for ‘the den’. He was new in town, looking for some male action, and had read about this place in some ‘pink’ newspaper.
The Bears Den- Part 2
by Titan
As Luke sat breathing in the smoke of Ken’s pipe, and continuing to down another of “the Dens” special brews, Luke couldn’t help but feel very relaxed and at ease with his surroundings. Looking around at all these ‘real’ men now, he had no desire to leave just yet. Maybe he’d get lucky after all; the night was still young!
Blind Date
One of the biggest problems with online dating, at least according to Michael, was the complete unreliability of photos. Guys lied. They lied all the time through outdated photos and misrepresented numbers. Men posted photos from six years ago, listed their weight as twenty pounds lighter, or used completely stolen photos of someone else and hoped when real life meetings occurred that nothing would be said. Not with Michael. Having one too many dates expecting a jock and getting a pudgier version, Michael’s profile was explicit and direct.
“No fat guys. Period. If you have gained weight, put on a gut, lost your six pack, don’t lie and pretend you still have it. I’ll call you a fat ass and bail on the first date.”
Our big brothers (we are cousins) were being assholes so Grandpa switched us with them. Now we get to smoke cigars! Awesome! They totally hate us for it but Grandpa says we can stay like this for a few weeks! He is punishing our bros because I guess he overheard them talking smack about Grandpa and said some things that made him mad. He is saying he might not even switch us back if we are able to pretend to be them well enough! Guess we’ll just have to have fun until our bros decide to apologize!
When Grandpa takes over my body, he makes turns me from a shy nerd into a cigar smokin’ fuck machine! That’s me looking shyly away as he lives it up. It’s not like I have a choice, he takes my body whenever he feels like, and I have no idea how he has the power to do so. The worst part is I am now addicted tobacco thanks to him! He said I should thank him for making me less of a pussy.
Good Things – Part 3 (Patreon Commission)
Just how much was too much anyway?
Eddie was in the bathroom again, leaning on the counter, his gut pressing against the lip, looking at himself in the mirror. His coveralls were unzipped down to his belly button, and he ran one hand across his hairy chest, over to one fat nipple and gave it a…
Good Things – Part 2 (Patreon Commission)
Eddie found that his days at work were increasingly interrupted by a constant need to excuse himself to the bathroom in order to jack off. He knew, in his head, that he should try to moderate, that these changes were eventually going to cascade out of control, but it was so much easier to lock…
Good Things – Part 1 (Patreon Commission)
“You let him haggle you down to what?” Mr. Greery just stared at Eddie in his office, “I can’t run a dealership if you’re selling our cars at a loss.”
“I-It wasn’t at a loss, we got that car at auction for a couple thousand—”
“Don’t quote numbers at me Eddie!” Mr Greery shouted, “I could have sold…
Stuck as Santa 