#male to male

[y00-nie]

MTL

"I think I'll have to learn to drive," Mike said as he looked at his new body, big, muscular, and above all, handsome. "The best part is seeing my crying brother in my body." It had been a day since little Mike had changed with his brother Kyle. Mike was a 12 year-old boy, thin, cute, and docile, but his brother was that kind of boy: the captain of the football team, 19 years old, tall, muscular, and incredibly handsome.

By some mysterious circumstance, that morning Mike, in his brother's body, discovered that he remembered everything his brother knew.

So, putting on his pants to cover his immense manhood, Mike left his house in Kyle's car. He walked around the city and discovered how nice it was to be the older brother. But as night fell, the best part came. Erik, Kyle's best friend, arrived home and Kyle, in Mike's body, began to cry bitterly while Erik and Mike went to his room. There, Mike discovered Kyle's secret. Kyle was gay and also passive. His body enjoyed it a lot, but Mike's mind was traumatized. For a straight man, finding out that his brother was gay was a blow. Sometimes life gives us gifts, but if you don't adapt, it can be a bitter pill to swallow.

[greatshiftstories]

The great shift

Hubert - Lucas

I woke up in the middle of the street. I thought I was having a heart attack or something. But I’m waking up now and I feel weird. I don’t feel heavy and my knees aren’t aching.

I look down and see I’m wearing something completely different, and my hands! Oh my god, my hands are so smooth now.

Further down the street I see an old man- my body! Talking to some man I’ve never seen before. I can’t stop looking and finally they both look at me.

So I start running.

The man starts chasing me and finally I do stop. I haven’t been able to run in so long.

The man starts talking to me and I feel this weird feeling in my stomach. ‘He’s so handsome. So hot’

That doesn’t sound like something I would say. I’m not gay.

I look at his arms and I start to get hard.

The man notices and asks me ‘do you want to come back to mine?’

‘Ok’ I say. It just comes out.

I don’t want to have sex with this man. But he holds my hand and starts taking me away.

-

We get to his house and I briefly get a look at my new face in the mirror before he takes off my shirt.

He starts kissing me. Passionately. Oh god I’m loving this.

We go to his room and he takes my trousers off. I see my new cock. It feels so good to be hard again.

He takes his shirt off and then his pants.

He has such a nice body. I understand why this young man that I now am loves looking at him.

I’m not gay, I’m not gay, I’m not gay. I have to keep telling myself.

He starts jerking me off, slowly. I don’t mind. I start twitching at how good it feels.

He turns me around and puts his cock in my ass. Oh god, yes.

It hurts a bit, but it feels nice. I don’t approve of gays, I think they’re disgusting.

He starts thrusting in me more and more.

The more he does it, the better it feels. I want to come so hard.

And finally I do.

I come all over the bed sheets and Jesus it feels so great. After all these years, I couldn’t get my dick up and now look at me.

I want him to fuck me again.

‘I’m not finished just yet’ he says.

He turns me around, so I’m on my back and he starts jerking himself off. His deep, gruntled breaths are so fucking hot.

He comes on my chest and then he falls next to me.

“What happened today? I mean, everyone was acting weird outside” I ask.

“Well for me, I woke up in this body this morning. I used to be younger. I was 21, a twink. I went outside, the old man talked to me, I found you and I assume you were the old man that was talking to me?”

“Yeah, at first I thought you would make me switch back. And I didn’t want to be old anymore, so I ran off. I’m not gay. You guys make me feel sick” I say

“Oh yeah? Then why’d you let me fuck you?” He asks

“ I don’t know. I didn’t want you to, but I also didn’t want you to stop. I love being young and I hope we can swap again so I can be normal.”

The man just laughs.

He gets up and stretches, making sure to show off his body.

I start getting hard again.

“If you don’t want to fuck a man again, just say so” he winks and walks off to the bathroom.

End of part 2

[petew21-blog]

Body for rent

My friend, Jake, has a weird way of making money. He let's other people possess him for an hour and then I have to make them leave his body.

Do I agree with it? No. Does it make me happy that I have to guard his body? No. Do I envy them? Fuck yeah, I do.

But sometimes they include me in their exploring and that's the part I love. Exploring Jake, kissing him, sucking him off. One of these guys even fucked me. He was mean and rough. It didn't suit Jake's body at all, but it was god damn hot, how he called me names while cumming inside of me.

But that ends today. Jake agreed that he made enough money and this will be the last time.

He got ready, positioned himself, but nothing happened this time.

"Did you text him?"

"Oh, sorry. Forgot to tell you. As a way of pay back, you'll be the one possessing me today. Or for a few days. I don't really care. Just don't over extend it and enjoy my body and a lot of fun."

He lied down, put a blanket over his head and put himself into the possession mind set state.

I couldn't believe it, but didn't hesitate. I went straight into his chest. Everything passing through him and sucking me in.

Now, you can't tell me, that if you woke up to this beautiful abdomen after years of fat belly, you wouldn't enjoy it. That's what I did. The streams of cum landed all over these beautiful abs. I even tasted some. And man, I taste delicious.

When should I get out? Should I get Grindr?

Maybe a few months worth of possession would be worth enjoying this body properly?

What do you think?

[mypastnow]

[lgbtqflags]

MtM

male-to-male: a trans identity in which one is transitioning to male while having always identified as male

flag created and coined by: @beyond-mogai-pride-flags (Nov. 10 2017)

[truemalespirit]

Helping a friend with his Date

- Do you think this outfit looks good on me?

Along with the message was an image, although it took a few seconds to download. Sure enough, it was him, a pale, milky-skinned guy with a healthy build, but not at all muscular. As he was standing in front of the mirror (even in the image you could see the edge of the mirror) with the cell phone trying to get as much as possible, although covering much of his face.

- mmm…

I didn't know what the occasion was about. So I let him know.

- Are you going to a party or something?

He was slow to respond, although I knew he was struggling whether to tell me or not, because the little “Typing” sign popped up, then changed to “Online”, then back to “Typing”, then back to “Online” again. I decided to write. I opted for the humor option, though.

- Bro, I'm afraid of the whole set of words you seem to be writing X, D.

That seemed to get his attention since it took him less time to reply. Well, he was going to send me a whole paragraph.

-I'm going to a restaurant.

Okay, he didn't expect that. A smile of joy formed on his face, since the three years he had known him, it was a miracle that he left home on his own, not because he was shy or anything like that, his friend just preferred to stay at home.

- A miracle has happened!

Although curiosity and strangeness were not long in coming.

>> ...No!! !wait a second!! you. go out?! Who are you? and what did you do with my friend?!:C

he laughs at his own joke, although I looked at his phone screen with growing interest, this was something that needed his full attention. He didn't take that long to answer.

-I'm still me, no one has kidnapped me, though now I want to know how much you would give for my ransom.

I wasn't going to let him change the subject so easily. I wasn't going to allow it.

-A dollar and now tell me why you're going to a restaurant?

Now I take longer to answer.

- you are a AH. I don't cost that little either, at least I get a hamburger and a soda.

>>And... I... meet… someone.

And he said it in three different messages, you can tell it cost him. But the joy of the news flooded him, his fingers typed fast. He needed to know more.

- My baby is growing!!! And who is the lucky one? - I was a little hesitant before sending the message, because I wanted to make sure who would be his date. Because, yes, his friend throws them both ways. And I didn't want to sound disrespectful.

- That's him. I haven't known him long, though, but I don't think it will last.

Oh no, that's not a good indication.

- Why?! -Do you get any sense that he's a weirdo?

- Nono. It's not that, it's just that he's already told me he's attracted to “masculine” men.

As sad as it sounds, everyone has their preferences. And I'm not calling my friend fat, even though he spends most of his time at home, he makes an effort to maintain a healthy diet, even though he's not the exercising type. I was going to help him with this, he deserves to be happy. I held up my hand, watching her as I thought about how she uncorked a bottle, imagining how some sort of bluish-greenish smoke began to drift out. Now said smoke I shifted it towards my hand, visualizing it in a way that surrounded it. I began to write on the screen.

- So what are your “manly boy” preferences?

Again the “typing” text.

- Well he likes men with beards.

- And what do you have? It's not that protruding, but you do, or does he prefer lumberjack beards or Santa Claus style?!

- And I don't plan to have it that way, thank you, no thank you. But that reminds me, I have to fix it.

Two different messages, although when I read the second one I laughed. I proceeded to write.

- Thanks, it's my pleasure to help

- And what else?

- He likes men with broad shoulders.

- Man, you don't even walk in normally, you have to walk in half sideways.

He decided to mess with his friend.

- Or did you forget that I once saw you hit yourself with both sides of the door frame?

- How could I forget that day, you kept picking on me for that.

- You know you could have stopped me, your arms are big enough to break heads. - though I added X,D at the end of the sentence.

- Despite what you tend to think, it's not quite like that.

- We're getting off topic. See? You're using your hypnotic abilities, I knew you had them.

His friend wrote “Hahaha”

- I wish I had those skills.

- You already have two. What more do you want to have?!

- And you tare with that again, I already told you I don't have any. - it finishes with an angry emoji.

- Do I have to remind you how the girl stared at you and then looked at herself? Or how women used to spank you?

- Please don't remind me of that again.

- Sorry.

>>Also, do you have great legs, or did you forget that you walked the Camino de Santiago three times.

Then I scrolled up the screen, scrolling through the messages we had written in the thirty minutes since the conversation started. And there it was, the picture he had sent me before. Although now it had changed, as I expected it to. He was no longer dressed as I expected, now he was just standing in front of the mirror, looking straight ahead, or facing the camera. And the truth is that the changes were somewhat different from what I had planned. Although the first thing I noticed was that he now possessed a more commanding presence, which made him look more mature than the young adult in his mid-twenties. The next change to stand out at a glance was his neck, having thickened more than usual, probably to better adapt to the new body. The veins were marked, showing the low percentage of fat he had on his arms. The chest, as I had mentioned, was a set of pecs, which were quite prominent, accompanied by a set of abs.

A layer of hair covered his pecs, giving them more volume, and with a trail of hair descending towards the crotch, covered by the boxers. And although the picture didn't show it, the way the fabric of the garment stretched. It gave her an idea of the size of his member.

He couldn't notice anything else, but from the description in which He had given the messages, He didn't need to check.

From an early age I knew He had powers, although the correct term is magic use. His mother informed me about it when he began to manifest it around the age of seven. She instructed him on how to handle and use it.

Although he wasn't going to play the saint, saying he hadn't altered the bodies of several people throughout his life, both for good and bad, but he is sure more than one, learned their lesson for trying to get smart with him (literally and metaphorically speaking). But always being part of the possible culprits in order to get away with it.

And that also includes more than one teacher, and principal.

But as is the universal law “for an action, there is a reaction”. And the use of my powers are no exception.

Now came the part he liked least about his powers. The price to pay for modifying a person's body. The memories.

Since, although the physical part has been changed, he had to change the memories, so as not to cause incongruities, and what would lead to the individual to realize the changes. That is why he also had to change the memories.

And even if he didn't like it, if he didn't do that, there could be problems. Fortunately not fatal (although he would not gamble).

He repeated the method of activating his magic again, although this time the flame was not a whitish-blue color. He moved his hand to the screen, pressing the keys on the keyboard. Before his fingers touched the screen he hesitated, but took a deep breath, exhaled, and with that, began typing on the screen.

- Dude, I know you're not the smartest, but as you're telling me you don't know what to wear.

- Hey! Just because I got a B- on a test doesn't make me a bad student.

And then it showed up.

The prick on the side beats in his head, let out a whimper of pain. Squeezing his forehead and applying pressure as if that would do any good.

He felt the memories of his friend and him comparing exams, being that previously it was A and A-, rippling and distorting like the surface of water being interrupted, towards a B-. Remembering the surprised look on his face and how he himself had also been surprised by the grade, as we both started to check the reason why he got less than he should have.

Reality molded itself to fit how that memory affected not only that moment, but a series of subsequent events, how nervous he was about telling his parents, the failed attempt to talk to the teacher about where he had failed, how he told her the next day that his father had scolded him and made him bend his elbows during that week.

However, after so much stress, he had a panic attack, causing his parents to take him to the emergency room because they didn't know how to treat him. Informing him the next day that they got him into a sports club to get rid of some of the stress.

And because of that, he got some relief from anxiety. Albeit in a healthier way.

Something she kept up until she finished college, where unlike her unaltered version she had only managed a few encounters with people, without her parents knowing about it. But she had not told him either.

In the new one, he recalls all the chaos that was generated, memories appeared of him informing him, with some doubt it must be said, that he had experienced more.

Then a feeling of sadness came over him, having to bring his hand to his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt. He remembers how he stopped insisting as much as before to stop meeting. To count on him.

So he went on with his normal student life, although he felt like in the original line, classes did not change (and less the mountain of work they had to do). Being that day he decided to do a video game night, he even remembers what he would play, Batman Arkam Asylum on emulator.

Leaving an earphone out in case something happened, his mother taught him that trick after much nagging.

He heard the knock on the door three times. He left the game, approaching the door to open it. Wondering who it might be about. His surprise was evident when he found his friend standing there.

He remembers how he asked “What do you want?” being as curt as possible. And how his friend tried to ask to speak inside his room while refusing. Though after insisting, and other roommates coming out to see what was going on, hesitating to see if they had to call the floor manager.

Finally he let him in.

He stood in the doorway while the opponent stood in the middle of the room, looking around, avoiding looking at him. He stared, impatiently.

- Well, if you're not going to say anything, you can go. -Remembering to make his point, he opened the door, motioning for him to leave. The other man stammered, trying to buy himself some time, though all he seemed to do was that the words just wouldn't come out. Which only irritated him.

Seeing that they didn't come out, he paused for a second to take a deep breath, filling himself with courage. And he looked at him, even though his gaze seemed determined, his insecurity was palpable.

- The reason we hadn't seen each other was because I was experimenting.

The reaction he apparently had in this reality felt horrible, as he felt as if he was minimizing his friend's words. Contracting his shoulders, accompanied by an indifferent “Aha”.

But he seemed to want to keep talking. Proceeding to apologize. Even though he didn't believe them.

Although he was relieved, and happy that the opponent had apologized to him, but he was angry at the moment. Downplaying the importance of the matter and that these things happened, people change and so do tastes and that it is something that usually happens.

His friend refuted, explaining that it was not about tastes, and he was quite nervous, being that he was scratching his arm a lot as if he had too much itching.

- I mean… I'm bisexual.

I look at him with uncertainty. Letting out a laugh, but full of malice, he proceeded to explain that it was not an excuse for his behavior, but that he understood that he wanted to change his life and he respected that.

He vehemently denied it, proceeding to explain the whole situation and how he was conflicted about his sexuality, acknowledging that his actions were not good at all. But he was asking for another chance to prove that he wanted to remain her friend.

He looked at him without any conviction, but something inside him, whether it was his desire that his friend was telling the truth or that he was tired. He agreed.

- Do you want to play or do something? -He asked, in an attempt to demonstrate his change.

- Don't push it.

Although his look seemed to be that of someone in pain, he nodded accompanied by a “I Understand”.

As she stood in the hallway, he turned in her direction, though he was just about to close the door.

-See you tomorrow.

The truth is that at that moment she totally doubted it, and she let him know it. But he assured her that he would make it right, assuring her that he would keep his word. And boy, did he keep his word.

Even if he had things to do, he always made sure to show her that he had time, even if that ended up in her having to sit him down and assure him that she wasn't pushing herself to where he was. Which, although his friend denied it, did make the friendship not feel like an obligation.

And he remembers where getting some more of his work, he didn't have as much time as before, but he got a job in the field that he kept, which he knew hadn't changed, but he could tell he had gotten more benefits and more promotions for his physique. He didn't envy him.

He was still amazed at how much one thing had triggered so many changes.

It was true what his grandmother used to say about time altering, it's not the big events that change, it's the small actions. Emphasizing to her that they should be careful about it when using their gifts. After what felt like hours, the prickling stopped, she dropped her head against the back of the couch, placing her forearm over her face. She sighed in relief and exhaustion.

Then her phone rang. I patted the surface of the couch a few times looking for it, not pulling my arm away, but leaving just enough room to see the phone screen.

Another message had arrived, but my eyes shifted to find out how long it had been since I decided to make the switch.

<<18:46>>

Three minutes had passed since I made the change, maybe less. But it felt like it had been much longer. BZZZ

The phone rang again, he didn't feel like answering it, but he had a feeling it was his friend.

Without raising his head from his position, he lifted the cell phone to the level of his face, being able to observe the notification on his phone. It was from his friend.

He grunted, psyching himself up to answer. He opened the phone.

- Then can you tell me what clothes I could wear?

I closed my eyes tightly to get rid of what was left of the remaining headache. He took a deep breath and started typing on the keyboard.

- Sure, but I need to know, is this a love date or a one-night stand?

The typing text reappeared.

-In principle it's a “we'll see what comes up” date.”

-In that case, a blue, red wine red or reddish orange shirt and your Beige pants.

-Thanks buddy!!! You saved me.

He had done more than save him, but the truth is that the contrary had to experiment.

-let me know how is going, in the meantime I'm going to lie down for a while because my head hurts a lot.

While he waited, he got up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom.

BZZZ

He felt his cell phone vibrate, looked at the screen again as he sat down on his bed.

-Take a pill for the headache.

He wasn't going to, but the contrary didn't need to know that.

Send a thumbs-up emoji. He closed the phone, depositing it on the bed. He needed to rest.

[coffeebean-transmasc-experience]

Genuine question is there a difference between amab/coffee bean transmasc and MtM other than just "I use one label over the other bc I'm more comfortable with it"? (Which in itself is a completely valid reason but I digress.)

If you don't know what these are about here's links to the wikis about them:

Maybe amab/coffee bean transmasc is a bit more of a loose and all encompassing term, while male to male is strictly a binary male transiting to binary male? That's my guess but I'm not sure.

If you don't know the answer that's fine! Just tossing ideas around and talking abt it if you have anything to say is just as chill. This just seemed interesting so I thought I'd ask around :3

[itsmetord]

A New template for @rhyliethecaterfly @lizzietherwbychibifan @sweetnekoheart

[taramboyle]

Il fait peut-être très froid en haute montagne, mais la température est brûlante entre Mehdi et Clovis. Les deux jeunes hommes se découvrent des affinités inattendues...

Les Amants contraires 🔥 Taram Boyle

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[mrsnaketbg]

When Mr Snake and Mr Wolf go on a love date

Mr Wolf- What are you doing, Cutie.

Mr Snake- *blushes* Nothing, just waiting for you to say something to me after a long day of being good.

Mr Wolf- *smiles at Snake* Do you want to do something privately, Snake.

Mr Snake- Hell yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this

Mr Wolf- Well, let's go to the bedroom and get started, buddy.

Mr Snake- Let's do this, Wolfie.

*both making moaning sounds*

[vatoscambiandodecuerpo]

Poseedor - Mi mejor amigo

Anteriores partes: El chico del gimnasio, El corredor

Mire a mi mejor amigo quitarse la camisa dejando al aire su increíble y peludo pecho, me lanza una mirada de extrañeza.

─¿Todo bien? ─me cuestiona con una voz firme.

Me limito a mover mi cabeza y desviar la mirada de su torso. Verlo de esa forma siempre ocasiona que me ponga caliente, no importa cuantos años pasemos siendo amigos siempre me derrito cuando me muestra su increíble cuerpo.

─¿Qué quieres hacer primero? ─pregunta mientras desempaca ropa de su maleta.

Nos costó mucho encontrar espacio para tener libre este fin de semana, no quiero arruinarlo por mi calentura, simplemente quiero pasar tiempo con él, extraño mucho la convivencia que teníamos en la escuela.

─¡Hey me escuchas! ─mi amigo mueve su mano frente a mi sacándome del trance.

Se acerca tanto a mí que es inevitable no ver su pecho, sudor frio comienza a resbalar sobre mi espalda, mi temperatura sube y una erección esta más que lista para salir. Lo miro a los ojos y mi impulsividad gana, trato de besarlo.

Inmediatamente el coloca su mano entre los dos y de un movimiento suave me aleja.

─Ni lo pienses ─me regaña con una voz suave y profunda─, quiero pasar tiempo con mi mejor amigo, con su cuerpo, no que compartamos el mismo.

Desde que besé a alguien por primera vez supe de mi habilidad, tomar el cuerpo de otras personas. Mi mejor amigo fue la primera persona a la que le conté, también fue el primero en tirarme de loco, así que tuve que demostrárselo. Aún recuerdo su cara de shock cuando me vio usando su cuerpo.

─Si quieres tomar el cuerpo de alguien que sea el de una señorita linda ─dijo con una sonrisa tonta.

─No me gusta el cuerpo de las mujeres, me siento raro.

Se encogió de hombros y siguió desempacando. Mire hacia abajo para confirmar que la erección seguía allí apretando mi pantalón. Decidido a tomar su cuerpo me acerco a él desde su espalda, situó mis manos en sus hombros para bajarlas despacio hacia su pecho y finalmente tocar sus pezones.

─Recuerdas la escuela ─susurro en su oído─ como nos divertíamos con todos esos chicos, recuerdo que siempre decías que con ellos nunca lo harías, o bueno, eso fue hasta que tome tu cuerpo y lo experimentaste ─La punta de mis dedos jugaban con los pezones, pero mi vista estaba fija, en la cada vez más grande, entrepierna─ si quieres que ambos disfrutemos este viaje me dejaras manejar esto.

Hubo un momento de silencio, esperaba otra negativa de su parte, ya lo ha hecho antes. Para mi sorpresa dio media vuelta y me planto el mejor beso que le he dado. Rápidamente mi alma salió de mi cuerpo para entrar en el suyo, sentí de nuevo la calidez y calentura de ese cuerpo. Primero las piernas anchas, la entrepierna a punto de reventar por la erección completa, su torso formado por años de entrenamiento y finalmente su rostro con el cual ya no me sentía extraño.

En el momento en que mi vista se recupero mi anterior cuerpo se desplomo, con mis nuevo reflejos alcance a tomarlo hasta de que azotara.

─Quiero chicos con un buen culo ─escuche a mis espaldas.

Mi amigo estaba allí de brazos cruzados, esperando que dejara mi cuerpo sobre el sillón, una presencia que solo yo podía ver.

─¡Perfecto! ─exclame entusiasmado─ probemos un poco el producto ─rodee la zona de la entrepierna con mi mano y di pequeños golpes en la punta del pene ─sigue estando allí ─gemí mientras una enorme ola de placer se expandía.

Mire a mi amigo sintiendo la misma satisfacción. No puedo esperar a encontrar un chico que nos guste follar a ambos.

[the-trans-man-with-no-plan]

one time i was in an olive garden bathroom and my packer fell out of my shorts and this ten year old boy just looked at me with absolute terror and without thinking i said "that's what happens when you don't eat your vegetables" later i saw him eating salad at a speed no human should be capable of

[animentality]