Another Birthday Wish

It was nearly midnight and for once Brandon was actually looking forward to his birthday, normally it would be a quiet meal with the family but this year it was going to be packed. Not only was he going to be eating and drinking a ton but he was also going to be meeting up with some of his favourite people. First he was having breakfast with Ash, his chilled surfer friend from back home who always wore the cutest undies. Even though Ash was straight Brandon couldn’t help but check out the usually tight, pink underwear that clung to his friends round, toned ass. Next he was meeting up with his best friend Mike for a coffee, the pair hadn’t seen each other in a while so it was bound to be fun. Mike was always the joker, pulling pranks and making everyone laugh, Brandon especially enjoyed it when Mike would rip his massive farts not only was it hilarious it always astounded Brandon how such a foul stink could come from such a skinny guy! After that was a quick PT session with Ryan, Brandon had been going to the gym for a year now and it only felt right training with Ryan. The guy was friendly, encouraging, a good mate and damn was he hot. Brandon would often have to stop himself from staring at his personal trainers rippling muscles as he demonstrated what he needed to do. Brandon was also convinced that Ryan had the plumpest arse he had ever seen, that perfect bubble butt not only motivated Brandon to work out but also to enjoy heading to the gym. Then lastly it was a couple of drinks with his work buddy Craig, usually Brandon would only socialise with him at work but Craig had convinced him to meet at the pub in the evening. While Craig was cool to work with, Brandon was unsure how it would be in a more social environment. After all Craig was renowned for his drinking abilities around town but really that's all he knew about him. Brandon was actually quite looking forward to getting to know Craig better, maybe it could be the beginning of a new life long friendship. Brandon chuckled as he looked at his phone checking the opening times for the cafe he was going to have breakfast at tomorrow. It was certainly going to be a long but exciting birthday… well it would have been.
 

Time to Gloat (Part 2)

Fredrick felt a shiver run up his spine as he slowly turned around to see the pale blue door slowly swinging open, what should he do? Should he slam it shut and hide with his old disgusting body or run for the hills hoping he would find some way to make the dream end. Fredrick looked at the door and his reflection, he should stay, even if he had to stare at himself for an eternity it would be better than going out that door and continuing one of the worse days of his life. Even just standing with the door open made Fredrick nervous and he moved his hand to cover his fat little nub of cock. Yet Fredrick couldn’t bring himself to close the door, a part of him was still defiant. Why should he have to worry? Why would he care if he had to endure that day again? After all this was just some fucked up dream, at the end of it all he would still be the muscular, playboy on the beach with a cock sucking himbo waiting for him, the changes weren’t real. Fredrick squirmed, the dream was so vivid that his old anxiety was preventing him from being himself and the sad squeaky fart that eeked out of his sweaty rump illustrated everything perfectly, why was he acting like his old self? He was a confident and successful man, not the pathetic boy he had once been, he may have the body but he was not Freddie. With a new surge of confidence and a wisp of green smoke Fredrick found himself stepping closer to the open door. He could do this, it was just a nightmare and whatever was thrown at him he could face after all he had done it before. With a large confident stride Fredrick took his first step out of the pale blue prison that had just tormented him and out into the campus gym, a place Fredrick had never returned to and he was about to relive why that was.

Time to Gloat (Part 1 of 2)

Fredrick couldn’t believe how his life had turned out, here he was lying on a golden sandy beach with a fancy cocktail in his hand watching the waves lap the shore. It was a far cry from the dead end, backwater little town where he had gone to school and college. A place with no opportunities and no future, but Fredrick had got out. Having made millions off an app he developed in college, he now never had to worry about money or bills ever again, he could spend his days on beaches and boats living a life of leisure. As Fredrick sat contemplating his life, a shiver ran down his spine at the very thought of still being trapped in that hell hole. It hadn’t been easy getting to where he was now, his childhood and years in education had always been filled with bullies and those who wanted him to fail. See Fredrick had been quite a typical nerd at school, preferring the company of books and computers to that of people. His dedication to his grades and his thirst for knowledge were not exactly qualities kids his age were looking for in a friend, meaning Fredrick spent most of his time alone. His lack of social skills and friends often led to him being left out and ignored but this was only increased when Fredrick realised he was gay and foolishly came out to the wrong person. Growing up gay in a small community and with immature peers can be difficult and Fredrick had learnt this the hard way. The friends he had made soon disowned him and even the support he had received from his teachers diminished. Thankfully a loving and supportive family were behind him otherwise he could have fallen quickly into despair. However even though he was a nerd, even though he was gay Fredrick faced the most torment over his body and the extra hundred pounds of fat that covered him. People can be cruel, the small comfort Fredrick found was in food not just eating it but making it as well. Fredrick took great pleasure in making all kinds of dishes and desserts, he adored baking and crafting with sugar and chocolate but besides his family he never had anyone to share his creations with, so he ate them. Fredrick had fallen into a vicious cycle, he would be bullied and tormented because of his weight, so in order to feel better he cooked and he ate, the delicious treats only contributing to his already chubby body. It wasn’t until he had escaped that town and the torment where he amassed the funds to finally change his body and his life, now he couldn’t be happier.

The Imposters: Evan

Evan was barely able to contain his fury and frustration as he stared at the giant oaf across the room, it was all William’s fault that they were in this mess now and it was that lumbering idiot that dragged him into this stupid little group to begin with. Evan huffed as he paced around the room not even making eye contact with the other man across the lounge, he had been quite content tricking and scamming by himself but with his silver tongue William had convinced him that working together could net them both bigger sums of money.  Sure William had been right, he had been richer than ever before but now, now he was holed up with these morons waiting for either the police or the mob to bust down the front door, find them and god knows what else. Evan rubbed his head; surely there was a way out? Surely there was a way he could throw these chumps under the bus? Surely he wouldn’t meet the same fate as these imbeciles?

A Confidence Boost

Thomas stared forlornly out of his dorm window, barely able to comprehend what he was watching. Just outside his window was the girl he had lusted over for so many weeks, Thomas had put in the time, built a friendship and was working up the courage to finally ask her out but it looks like it was all for nothing. As Thomas stared at the beautiful woman he had hoped to make his girlfriend, anger bubbled up inside him. There she was parading outside where he lived kissing some dumb, ape like jock. Thomas couldn’t understand it; he was a nice, intelligent guy why would she pick that dumb, smelly muscular brute over him? Thomas clenched his fists, this always happened to him the girls always went for the idiot jocks not the smart, kind guys.

Smart Thinking

Cliff let out a long sigh as he stared at the view from his boyfriend’s apartment, well his soon to be ex-boyfriend’s apartment. Cliff turned and stared at the naked, sleeping body in front of him, Max had been perfect in nearly every way, he was kind, thoughtful, protective, funny and was always up for a party, however even with all those amazing qualities Cliff had to break up with him. The problem with Max was that he wasn’t the brightest; he wasn’t dumb really, just impulsive which often led him to make bad decisions. Decisions like adopting a cage of mice, drinking eight bottles of beer upside down, buying candy and soda instead of actual groceries or spending money on extravagant items that they didn’t need or want. Cliff had put up with all those things, but after yesterday he finally had enough. Max had kindly invested all of their savings into a virtual currency and had quickly lost it all. Max had lost five grand in a matter of minutes; but instead of arguing with him, Cliff removed his clothes and led his reckless boyfriend to the bedroom.

A Birthday Wish

Birthdays are always fun for the Trickster, people are always getting what they want and always make a wish when they blow out their candles. However Aaron had attracted the Trickster for another reason, his abnormal lust and desire. Every day and every night Aaron would pleasure himself to stories and images of airheaded fem boys, overweight slobs and big ass sluts. Aaron couldn’t go a day without thinking about them or an hour without getting an erection about one of them. Even today, on his birthday he was thinking about them and that’s just what the Trickster was hoping for.

Scoop

Miles could have been a great investigative reporter, he had the skills, the charm and the knowledge but after he sold his first story about a movie star soliciting sex, he soon found out that working as a paparazzo was far more lucrative.  He could make double maybe even triple by selling a story about a celebrity or politician than some informative piece about an oil company or the Middle East. So Miles had dedicated himself to finding all the juiciest, scandalous and naughtiest secrets celebrities had to hide. Miles had sold stories exposing drug use by musicians, exposed top actresses nude photos, reported on a models mental health issues and even outed several closeted celebrities. Sure he may have ruined a few careers and relationships but he was earning so much money that he really couldn’t care less about the people he was writing about.

Currently Miles had a new target he wanted to expose; Omar Brown was football player and a rising star. He had quickly gained popularity due to skill on the field, it also helped that he was pretty good looking and was particularly charming in interviews. Miles knew that magazines and companies would pay a lot of money if something shameful was exposed to the world about the popular player. However after a couple of weeks Miles found himself trudging home after finding nothing about the player that wasn’t already public.

It was 3am when Miles finally got to his apartment and after a quick snack he sat on his bed going over the information he had gathered over the last few days. Miles sighed, he had nothing on Omar, and the portfolio he had created was basically empty.

A Living Fantasy

Lee always looked forward to Tuesday and Sunday nights, they were the highlight of his week as they were the days his favourite cam model performed. His username was JockGOD and he was a stereotypical arrogant jock, the guy who likes to pose and flex for anyone who will look at him. Lee especially loved how he would wave around his perfect bubble butt right in front of the camera teasing people with the odd sight of his tight asshole. JockGOD totally got off on all the worship and adoration he received from his fans; it would make him super horny when he read the comments of how his followers had blown their loads over his impressive body. However Lee wasn’t that type of follower, the reason he loved watching JockGOD was the thought of him being taken down and turned into Lee’s personal bitch. Lee fantasized about how he would dominate the cocky jock making him rim his asshole, deep throat his impressive cock and then fuck his tight muscle ass until he cried out in submission. The thought of reducing the cocky arrogant jock into a submissive and obedient servant made Lee’s dick twitch and tonight his fantasies were going to come true because Lee had forked out for a private show.

Precious

Harry was a privileged individual, having been born into money he had not wanted for anything his entire life, thus far. After attending private schools, colleges and universities, Harry had decided he wanted to be part of politics and perhaps give something back to the community. However that community tended to be other rather rich and privileged individuals. Having been brought up in an affluent area Harry had never really mixed with anyone below his social standing, however in recent years the local council had tried to make the area more accessible. Lower and working class people had moved in and soon Harry’s hometown was flooded with ‘riff raff’. Harry had made it his mission to return his town back to how it should be, for people like him with higher status and higher class.

A Drunk and Jealous Wish

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Getting to know his neighbour

Jake had been spying on his new neighbour for weeks now, she was just his type: slim, fit and her skin was the perfect shade of brown which reminded him of milk chocolate. Sometimes Jake would spend hours watching her out his window while she sunbathed in the yard and then spend several more hours jerking off to her. It had started to worry Jake just how obsessed he had become with her especially as he hadn’t even plucked up the courage to even ask her name. However Jake ignored his better judgement and continued to watch her, he realised that if he was lucky and at the right angle he could sometimes see her in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Jake had even thought about get a small video camera so he would never miss an opportunity to ogle his perfect neighbour. If only he had paid more attention to what was going on around his neighbour rather than just her body he wouldn’t be in the mess he was now.

New Friends

I was happy; I had a good job, a great boyfriend and some close friends all of which were gay like me. While this had its benefits, my particular group of gay buddies loved drama and gossip, which I found quite boring and tiresome. Our lunches and nights out were always dominated by whatever scandalous thing someone we kind of knew had done and I really just could not  give a rats ass,  I mean who cares if Bobby flirted with Carl last night?

It was during another dinner date where my friends had started talking trash about some guy who hadn’t texted one of them back, that I made my wish. I had gone to the bathroom to get away for a while and as I washed my hands I wondered if straight guys had similar conversations. I let out small chuckle thinking about some of the monster guys at the gym complaining about another guy’s slutty outfit, naa that’s not their style. Then just under my breath as I was just about to leave I whispered

 ”I wish I had straight friends”

Unfortunately for me I wasn’t alone in the bathroom; sitting in one of the stalls was a magical being that loved mischief – a Trickster.  He pounced on my thoughtless wish as quick as lightning, before I knew it I was engulfed in green smoke and I fell unconscious.

I woke up to a loud muffled honking sound which was followed by a terrible smell, as I opened my eyes I saw the two pale ass cheeks and little hairy arsehole. I was stunned, too stunned to move when another rank fart was blasted into my face, I rolled away and was surrounded by laughter.

Two guys across the room had filmed the whole thing and were cracking up, the guy that had farted then grabbed my hand and helped me up off the floor. “Dude you are the best guy to prank, that look on your face when I farted was hilarious” I was red with embarrassment as I hurried to escape and managed to shut myself in a room. I was still trying to make sense of it all, this wasn’t my home and who were these guys, but for some reason the room I was in seemed familiar. As I looked I saw my possessions and clothes, what were they doing here? I grabbed my phone to call for help but none of the contacts seemed familiar, what was going on. It was then I heard a voice seemingly coming from nowhere.

“Enjoy your new straight friend’s hahaha”

A wisp of green smoke then left out of my new bedroom window and something in my brain clicked, I think my wish was granted.

So now I live in a sweaty, smelly apartment with Chad, Hunter and Joey, three straight guys that love nothing more than talking about hot chicks, the gains they’re making at the gym and how big their last dump was.  Plus I could do without all the “pranks” they pull on me; I mean Chad can clear a room with one of his protein farts. It’s horrible, but for some reason I can never leave them for too long and I feel obliged to do stuff with them, it seems they’re my new friends from now on. Well I’m off to the gym with Chad now; maybe it will be better when it’s just one on one? 

Or not…