NEW HUNGER

I’d never felt hungry like this before, as sexually charged as I did in my brother’s body. I’d awaken in a different city, in my brother Adam’s apartment to find myself surrounded by his things. At first I was confused, but when I found his reflection staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, I knew something had happened . . . I’d become my older brother, but every trace of myself was gone. it’s like I’d never existed at all. 

I felt Adam’s memories hit me as all thoughts and fears left when I realized I was late for work. Dammit, I hated being late. I’d heard Adam talk about what a hard ass his boss was and I wasn’t looking forward to explaining WHAT exactly was happening. Not that anybody would believe me. 

I grabbed one of Adam’s tight grey tees and a black cap and ran out the door. I moved through the NY city streets as if I’d been living there forever. My new body was on autopilot and I loved the way it felt. Adam was so big and tight. He also got A LOT more looks than I ever had in my small twink body. I jogged into a familiar office building and went directly to the 55th floor. 

Everybody greeted me, and I oddly knew their names. I even had memories of . . . holy shit, I’d fucked A LOT of people in this office . . . or at least Adam had. 

I stepped up to my boss’s door and knocked. 

“Come in,” he said. I recognized his deep voice and felt something in my pants stir. My new cock . . . Adam’s cock. It was thicker than the one I was used to, pressed against my pants as i stepped in to find Mr. Arnold standing. Damn, he was hot. 

Wait, what was I thinking?

“Um, sorry I’m late. I’ve had an interesting morning,” I said, closing the door behind me. 

“We’ve talked about this Adam.” He sighed, standing and stepping closer. “When you break the rules, you have to pay the price.”

“Is that right?” I felt blood surge through my body. I licked my lips, something inside taking over as I stepped closer. 

“Is that right, what?” He asked. 

“Sir,” I responded . . .  on autopilot. 

Mr. Arnold licked his lips and rubbed his crotch. I glanced down at it and, for the first time in my life, was completely hungry for cock. I wanted it. I could almost taste it, my heart racing and I stepped in, grabbing Mr. Arnold’s tie and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I felt his beard against my face and my cock got even harder. 

Before I knew it, I was on my knees taking his cock like a pro.

It felt so good. So natural. I never realized my brother was into guys too, but everything about this felt right, Mr. Arnold’s long cock teasing the back of my throat as I reached for my own cock and started to jerk off. 

Like I said, I’d never been hungrier. 

A BETTER BLAKE

SHIFTER - PART 1

My name is Blake Weiss … or at least it used to be. I’m not sure if anybody will ever read this, and I’m not sure why I’m writing it, but I figured if I sent emails to this address I could always go back and retrieve them no matter who I became. I know how that sounds. This is going to sound crazy, but I don’t exist anymore. Not that Blake Weiss was rocking life or anything. I wasn’t, but sometimes I miss who I was … even though I hated myself. I think that’s how it all started. I’d never liked myself. So, I’d have fantasies about being other people.

When I jerked off it would be as I imagined I was somebody else, anybody else. It’s what got me hard and really excited me. What would it feel like to look in the mirror and see a different face, to feel somebody else’s clothes on my body. To hear another voice when I spoke. The idea was intoxicating and seemed much more interesting that a twenty-something kid who had never done anything important or looked anything more than ordinary. Hard part was that the rest of my family were pretty accomplished. My older brother was an attorney at a small firm. He had more women than I could even imagine … but he was also a total asshole.

MORE LIKE CHARLIE

MY NEW HUNGER

I’d never felt hungry like this before, as sexually charged as I did in my brother’s body. I’d awaken in a different city, in my brother Adam’s apartment to find myself surrounded by his things. At first I was confused, but when I found his reflection staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, I knew something had happened … I’d become my older brother, but every trace of myself was gone. It’s like I’d never existed at all.

SOLDIER

We were visiting my brother, Grant, at the military base. I mean I wasn’t “visiting.” I didn’t have a choice. I was sixteen and still in high school and was forced to do whatever my parents told me. I had ZERO desire to visit my brother. He was a dick in high school, and he was an even bigger dick now that he was a Marine . . . if that’s possible. The word MEAT HEAD JOCK described him perfectly and now that his hair was all shaved and he had a uniform, it was even worse. 

All he talked about was how strong he was and how much it meant to him to be a Marine and, of course, when my parents weren’t around he treated me like hammered shit. He’d make fun of me for being so small and nerdy and the fact that I was gay didn’t help either. He’d once caught me making out with a guy in my room and, after that, I’d never heard the end of it. Yeah, there was a part of me that wished I could be closer to him . . . that we could be more like brothers than enemies, but I just didn’t see that happening. He was an asshole jar head and that wasn’t going to change.

BEING GRANT

My brother's best friend, Grant, joined the Marines with my brother about two years ago. He'd always been a total asshole to me since we were kids. He was the SUPER JOCK at school and I always hated him . . . even though he was incredibly hot. Yeah, I'm gay and always got the brunt of Grant's jokes. There was a part of me that wanted to be with him, but there was another part of me that wanted him to feel what it was like to be used, to be the BITCH for once instead of the ALPHA. 

Guess I should have been more careful with the whole WISHING thing because this morning I woke up in Grant's body.

STRAIGHTEN UP

Not bad, right? This is a pic from last night's party and I fucking had a blast. Thing is, this isn't my body. Well, it is now, but that guy in the pic is my brother, Brody. He was a giant fag. He always had been, but not many people knew about it and, quite honestly, it disgusted me. It was even worse when he entered the Army. It was a total charade and don't get me started on the whole ask don't tell thing.

BIG BROTHER

I’d always been insanely jealous of my older brother. I was a freshman in college and still incredibly awkward, but he’d always been the golden child. Handsome. Masculine. He could get laid by anybody he wanted and was six years older than me. Already through with college and even law school, he was a high-powered attorney at a killer law firm in Los Angeles. He represented some of the hottest actors in the world. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to BE him . . . until I opened my eyes and found myself in his office.

One minute I was lying in my dorm, falling asleep as I was reading over a Biology assignment and when I opened my eyes, I was in a different place. I’d only been in his office a few times during Spring break, but recognized it immediately. What I didn’t recognize is the voice coming from behind me and the hand sliding over my ass.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck this ass all day,” he said. It was a strong, deep voice I'd suddenly remembered from somewhere. I turned and saw one of my brother’s clients standing behind me, but not just ANY client. It was freakin’ Jonathan Goodwin . . . only one of the hottest actors in all of Hollywood. He was completely naked, running his hand from my ass up my back.

“What’s going on? How did I get here?” I asked, my voice sounding VERY different, but familiar. I looked down at my hands, at the expensive watch and then reached up to feel my full beard. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. This couldn’t be happening, could it?

“So, we’re going to role play, Mark?” Jonathan asked, smirking at me. “I like it.”

            Mark? HOLY SHIT. I was my brother. Somehow, I was in his body and before I could say anything else, I felt Jonathan’s hard cock teasing my ass. I should have been horrified, but I wasn’t. It felt . . . it felt nice.
              "Oh wow," I whispered, rolling my eyes. This was totally happening.