An Unsatisfied Revenge

An Unsatisfied Revenge

This guy used to be such a cock hungry bottom twink. He would go into the club and then come out hours later like a pound heavier without having gone to the bar, if you catch my drift. Well, those days are over for him! Hahahaha!

You see, my man cheated on me and I’m sure you can guess with who by now. He said it was a temptation too great to resist. Can’t say I didn’t believe him. I heard the guy could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. But no matter, plenty of guys don’t cheat on boyfriends, regardless of any temptations, so I already dealt with him. I just also had to deal with the couple breaker. You know how it is.

Of course, what transpired next was just thoroughly annoying. This twerp, who proudly could have handled any stick south of the Mason-Dixie line, was made to have a massive body too big for his clothes and couldn’t fit a needle up there. And you know what he says? “Thanks! I was getting bored of bottoming all the time! I always wanted to try topping guys but they always laughed at me and then just fucked me raw anyways! Time to go back to all of them and do to them what they did to me! They’ll probably love it even more! Uhuhuhuh!”

Ugh…

Click (A Halloween Story)

“Damn bro, I’m looking thick as fuck!” Dylan said as he pumped his biceps. Sam watched on intently as each of the swollen muscles in his workout buddies’ arms expanded and contracted. Sam always thought that Dylan had the best arms. Who was he kidding, Dylan had the best everything. Years of grueling workouts, careful nutrition, and damn near perfect genetics had resulted in a powerfully muscled physique that most men would die for. Men like Sam flocked to superior specimens like Dylan in the hope that some of their perfection would rub off on them.

Dylan continued to flex his colossal arms and his wide lats. Sam stood back, watching the impressive display with interest. Suddenly Sam saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He gazed across the empty gym to see a lanky figure standing by the far wall. The figure’s face was obscured in the dark shadows of a hoodie, but Sam swore he saw a smile before the figure reached up and flicked the light switch behind it. Click.

The lights of the far side of the gym flickered out, plunging half the room into darkness. “Dude, what the fuck”, Dylan grumbled at the interruption to his posing routine. The sudden change in lighting was totally ruining his vibe. The large man thudded his way towards the dark side of the room. “Don’t go in there, it doesn’t seem safe” Sam warned, placing his hand on the larger man's oversized shoulder. “I think I’ll be ok man” Dylan sniggered, as he flared his lats, emphasizing his imposing size. Dylan stepped into the darkness and out of Sam's sight.

Sam waited in the light, his heart pounding in his chest. “Hey, who are you?” he heard Dylan growl before the sounds of scuffle broke out. Dylan needed his help. Sam ran up to the line where the light stopped before coming to a complete stop, frozen in fear. He couldn’t muster up the courage to cross beyond the threshold of the light. Sam’s heart stopped as he heard a blood-curdling scream. The scream became muffled by an unnatural gurgling sound. The sounds began to get louder as if the source was moving towards Sam. Horrified, Sam backed up to the far side of the gym. The sounds grew louder and louder as Sam’s back made contact with the cold concrete of the gym wall. Sam was cornered. He had no way of escaping. A series of sickening snaps and crunches filled the room. Then silence.

The gym was so quiet that Sam could hear his own heartbeat. Then, out of the darkness, Dylan emerged. Sam’s heart skipped a beat. Dylan didn’t seem to have a scratch on him, although his insanely pumped muscles were dripping with sweat. “Wha, what was that?” Sam croaked. Dylan's face curled into an unfamiliar smirk as he looked at his large calloused hands. “Nothing to worry about,” Dylan rumbled in his deep baritone. Dylan lifted his sweat-soaked stringer, revealing his cut abs. He shivered as his fingers explored the ridges of his cut midsection. Sam started motionless watching the display in front of him.

Dylan further lifted the stringer, causing his swollen pecs to bounce free of the tight fabric. Dylan felt their heft in his palm, massaging the swollen muscle. In one swift motion, Dylan tore the thin fabric from his torso. Sam almost came to the stunning display of raw power.

“You can touch if you like,” Dylan murmured as he pumped his sizable biceps. Sam instinctively stepped forward before catching himself. Dylan was cocky but he’d never act this way. Noticing his hesitation, Dylan tore his gaze from his own body to stare Sam right in the eyes. “I know you've always had a thing for me” Dylan taunted as he slowly began to approach Sam. “Imagine how hard these muscles feel,” Dylan said as he flexed his impressive biceps. “Or how these pits smell after a workout” he teased as he put his arms behind his head, exposing his sweaty pits. “Or how this monster tastes” Dylan moaned as he palmed the massive bulge in the front of his shorts. Sam bit his lip. Dylan was so close to him now that his nostrils were assaulted by the pungent sweat of his workout partner. He was so close to his fantasy, but something was wrong. “You’re not Dylan,” Sam said as he stared up at the giant before him.

“I am now,” Dylan said as he lunged towards Sam. Using his hulking arms, he hoisted Sam up off the ground, before pinning him against the wall with his powerful torso. Without pausing, Dylan reached in and seductively kissed Sam. Sam’s defences melted as his senses were assaulted. He kissed Dylan back as his hands explored the sculpted torso in front of him. This was everything he ever wanted. He opened his eyes to see Dylan’s eyes crazed with an unfamiliar lust that Sam had never seen before. With a smirk, Dylan reached up and flicked off the light switch. Click.

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BRANDON FLYNN Calvin Klein’s Holiday — James Brodribb (2023)

Grandpa Roger

(an updated vchris1989 classic)

“Won’t be needing these anymore!” Grandpa Roger said as he swiped his thick frames off his new eyes. “Thank you again, sport, for finding such a …virile…new form for me.”

“No problem,” I replied, torn by what I had just done. “Family comes first…So what happened to the real Sean? He was sort of my my gym bro and my best friend. It would be weird if you both ran into each other.”

“Sport, Sean is gone. This wasn’t just an ordinary shape-shifting spell. The old Sean had to disappear so I could become the new one. Don’t worry, I have all of his memories now, and it looks like he was always harboring a little bit of a flame for you. I guess since I’m not your grandpa anymore…why don’t you let me take care of that tent in your gray sweatpants, bro. There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you and do to you for a long ass time.”

Damn, I-I-I just erased my real friend off the face of the earth, but gramps is imitating him so well. Is this messed up or weird? I mean, if my girlfriend walk in on us they’ll just see me and my best bro screwing around. Oh my God, Gramps-I mean ‘Sean’- just reached his hands in my pants. mmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhh where did he learn to handle a cock like that?! Oh shit!

“Fuck! Sean! Where did you learn to do that?” I gasped out as he kept pumping me.

“I’ve had decades to practice bro. Just wait until I show you what I can do with my mouth,” my best friend shoots back as I close my eyes and accept this fucked up situtation.

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