CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

LIKE MY BROTHER

 "What the hell did you do to me?" I asked, staring into the mirror at some skinny dude dressed up like he was going to some kind of reenactment shit.

"I gave you what you wished for," the genie said, crossing his arms and about to zap out.

"Wait, this is not . . . I wished that I was a Marine like my brother. This is not that."

"No, no . . . you said you wished you were a Marine and now you are. You're just a Marine in 1776, and a quite handsome one at that. Corporal William Daughtry is very popular with his commanding officer."

"What does that mean?"

"Why don't you look over at that handsome soldier across camp. The one with the piercing eyes and muscular everything." The genie nodded across the camp, tents lining muddy ravines as other guys like me, I guess,  were congregating. Then I saw the chap the genie was speaking of. He was dashing.

"Why, he looks most dapper," I said, catching myself as my accent shifted into something not quite American. "What? I'm British? I'm not even American? What have you done, and..." My eyes wandered over the soldier in his flawless uniform, and I swallowed hard as he looked at me with a hungry smile and reached for his crotch, rubbing it as he licked his lips. I was immediately hard. "Well, shite. I'm a fancy, aren't I?"

"You are quite fancy," the genie smiled. "Glad I could make all your wishes come true. I'll come back and check on you in a few weeks or months. Who knows? Enjoy!" He winked before disappearing in a cloud of green smoke as the soldier from across the way approached.

"Good day, Corporal Daughtry," he said, smiling as I got even harder. Fuck, I wanted his beautiful British cock inside me so bad.

"Doing quite well, Sir. Is there anything I can do for you today, Sir?" I reached for my own crotch and winked at him.

"I do have some maps that need attendance in my tent."

"Is that an order, Sir?" I asked, my accent almost feeling natural to me now.

"It is."

"Of course, Sir. Quite happy to oblige, as always." I followed my commanding officer to his tent and five minutes later, I was bent over his desk taking him deep, following orders like the proper Marine I was.

THREE PERFECT WISHES

When I realized the Genie was real, I made a few changes. I’d really been lonely since my best friend Greg left for the Marines. We were always the guy and girl everybody THOUGHT should be dating, but we never did. I’m pretty sure I knew why, but . . .

Number 1 : I wish I was in the Marine Corps with my best friend, Greg.

In a flash, I was standing on a base in a Marine uniform. I glanced down at my body . . . holy shit, I was a dude! I found the nearest bathroom and there I was . . . the NEW me staring back. I was cute, a real small town every guy vibe. I moved my hands over my beefy pecs, adjusted my new cock. this was strange, but I liked it . . . a lot . . . but I knew Greg wasn't into the young twink kind of guys. He liked them a bit older. So . . .

A DIFFERENT ROUTE

 

From TRAVIS THE DEMON, a blog I loved and miss quite a lot. Please message me, Travis!

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.

REQUEST : HAPPY ENDING

 

It had been almost a year since my best friend, Jeff, had been shipped off to Japan. He was in the Marines and I rarely spoke to him anymore. Yeah, we were best friends, but I’d always felt more for him than he did for me . . .not to mention he was straight as an arrow, had a new Japanese girlfriend and wouldn’t have done anything with me to begin with. But, I still had my imagination and had jerked off to him more times than I could count.

I often wondered what it would be like, to have him on top of me, in control and taking me with his huge dick. He wasn’t a big guy, but was handsome and lean with just enough muscle and a smile that just seemed to light up a room. Yeah, I’ve got it bad, but I’ll never know what THAT would feel like. I’ll never know what it would be like to be in a relationship with Jeff.

That’s what I used to think.

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.

MEMORIAL DAY

I'd never been much of a man, but had dreamed of being a soldier since I was a kid. I even tried to enlist when I graduated high school, but because of asthma I was turned away. I'd always wondered what life would have been like if I'd enlisted, what kind of man I'd be.

Then, I woke up this morning like this. I'm a fucking Marine.

THE RECRUITER : PART 2

 

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            I sat there, staring up at his cock as the recruiter took a seat in front of me. He leaned back, gave me a stern look.

            “Let me ask you something,” he said. “Do you want to keep slinging pizzas in a fat body with no future in sight or do you want to become a true man, a Marine like me?”

            “I’d have a completely new life?”

            “Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

            “Okay,” I whispered. “I want a new life.”  

THE RECRUITER : PART 1

 

            A lot of people would say I peaked in high school and, at the time, I would have told you they were full of shit, but now that I’ve been out of high school for five years I’m starting to realize they were right. I never went to college and worked at the local Pizza Hut. I ate all day, delivered pizza at night and sat on my ass playing video games and watching porn until I fell asleep around 3AM. Every day was the same. I’d gained a shit ton of weight and hadn’t gotten laid in years and started to realize that I was going nowhere fast. No plans. No prospects. No respect. I was a hot mess and decided it was time to take drastic measures. That’s how I ended up in front of the recruitment center for the Marine Corps.

THE REAL CAPTAIN

 

            
          The first time I saw Drill Sergeant Cooper I knew boot camp was going to be hell. Yeah, I’d expected it, but when he stepped onto the bus and started screaming at us in his deep, southern voice I started to second guess my dream of becoming a Marine. As expected, the next few months of my life were a living hell. I considered dropping out more times than I could count. It wasn’t that I was afraid or couldn’t take the pressure, but the fact was I'd never be as big as the other guys. . . no matter how hard I tried.

THE BEST MARINE

          My older brother, Chris, had always been the JOCK in our family. He was stocky and perfect and everybody’s favorite guy. I’d looked up to him forever, but wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to follow in his footsteps. He’d joined the Marines with his best friend Pete and they were inseparable. I didn’t have a best friend and I wasn’t really Marines material. Sure, I was just fifteen, but if I was going to start filling out like my brother, it would have started already.
      I guess I was just cursed to be the tiny little brother my entire life. I wished I could have a shot at a life like that.

BEFORE THE BALL

I opened my eyes and found myself in a completely different place, confused and not sure WHAT was happening. I started to turn my head and felt a hand hold it in place.

            “Come on man, hold still. Almost done.”