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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Antony was looking for love. He wanted to find a man who would protect him and whom he could worship. He wanted a strong, silent lover, a forceful yet tender companion between the sheets. With this dream in his head he entered the dark room. He was late twenties, dark haired, with a slim body that would later thicken out. An attractive man, blue eyes. Some people would turn to look twice at him

The shape- shifter was waiting, curled up on a bed at the very far end. Nobody else was there.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

By the time Antony got round to where it was, the shape was formed. A tall, muscular body with a well-defined torso, hairs across the stomach and chest, more hairs along the arms and legs. Antony bumped into it. The shape responded. It grew a magnificent penis, dripping with precum, a pair of balls hung down, the groin all smooth and shaved. Antony moaned in appreciation of what he could feel. They were standing now, embracing.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

They kissed and held on to each other. Antony was lost in his dream; the shape was feeding on it, able to read the mind of anyone who came within its orbit. It bent Antony over and used its tongue to prepare him. It grunted and pushed, easing its way inside the young man's eager body. It fed on the dreams and the essence of men. It needed Antony's semen to remain alive. Softly, slowly, it caressed Antony as he bent over the little bed in the dark room.

Finally, with a loud gasp, Antony came. The shape collected what came out in its hand, absorbing it into itself. It enfolded Antony with a supreme tenderness. They remained motionless for the next five minutes.

"I'll see you upstairs later, I hope," said Antony. "I need to see you in the light."

The shape murmured appreciatively, knowing that that would never happen.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Sam was a married man in his late forties. He slept with women, had a secret affair with a mistress. He used the sauna to relieve some of his sexual tension. He had excess of it. He played the part of the power top. His fit rugby-playing physique made him popular with the subs. His routine was always the same at the sauna. He used the dark room to work himself up so that he could go upstairs and shag non-stop. He saved himself till just before leaving, edging himself was his speciality.

The shape knew all this. It had to keep Sam interested enough so that he would climax in its presence. As Sam made his way around the dark room, the shape became smooth and nubile, well-rounded and feminine. Its breasts enlarged and its penis shrank. Its anus became tight and inviting, moist with sweat.

Sam was amazed at the feeling of the shape between his hands and against his body. He would have sworn it was a woman he held, except he could find no physiological evidence for it. As he pushed into it, penetrating the warm, pulsating hole, he felt totally enraptured by the experience. He wanted to withdraw and rest, but this was too good, the best sex he had ever known in a gay sauna. He was determined to find out what this person looked like in the daylight.

The hole around his penis at times felt like a mouth, at times like a wet comforting cunt. He shot the result of five days of abstinence into the hole, unable to stop himself.

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By *utdrguyMan
6 days ago

south devon

Different story !! But as it says- everyone s dream !?

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Archie was in his mid-sixties, a tall masculine guy with a penchant for chaps with beards. He especially enjoyed kissing. He wasn't a fan of the sauna dark rooms but had wandered down as a bit of a last resort. Maybe he'd get lucky before he left to go home. He didn't often visit saunas and, when he did, he usually left feeling somewhat ashamed and guilty. He could never relax into it totally as some men did.

The shape adjusted, waiting for him.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Archie fumbled in the dark and nearly tripped over the uneven floor. He stepped on cautiously, not sure if anyone else was in the room. Then he heard breathing from over in the corner. He made his way further into the all-enveloping blackness. His hand brushed against an arm and he stopped still. He reached out with both hands to feel a warm, furry body in front of him. The owner of the body moaned softly, encouraging his advance. They hugged and held on to each other. Archie moved in to try for a kiss and the other responded immediately, passionately. Archie was shocked and excited by the suddenness of it. He became very aroused and leant harder into the kiss, wanting to lose himself in the other man's embrace. His hands explored as he kissed, liking what he found. They were the same height so the kissing was easy and comfortable.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

For the next hour they made love. But what had happened was out of the ordinary for the shape-shifter. Things were about to change. Suddenly, without warning, the emergency lighting came on. A small incident in the kitchens above had triggered the alarm system. The siren started and rang constantly, warning everyone to vacate the building. The assembly point was in the carpark. It was total chaos upstairs. Naked men, with only a tiny towel to wrap around them, were being marshalled like sheep. No-one knew what to do. Some refused to leave; others tried frantically to get dressed; one or two were making the most of it, laughing and joking. Outside it was barely above freezing point.

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By *erewegoagain99Couple (MM)
6 days ago

Blackpool

😈

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Downstairs, the two men were frozen. Archie was staring with his mouth open, bewilderment in his eyes. He couldn't look away from the other man. Nor could he believe what he was looking at. For the other man was a perfect replica of himself. The shape-shifting had gone wrong. Instead of capturing an image of perfection from inside the mind of Archie, it had captured Archie himself. There was not an atom of difference between the two figures: twin handsome bearded men. Archie had spent the last hour making love to himself.

He wanted to run, get away from there, back up the stairs, out into reality. He couldn't. He was transfixed. He had to make sense of what he was seeing. He pushed the other man to see what would happen, to check it wasn't a mirage. The other figure toppled on to the bed, then righted itself.

"Who are you?" demanded Archie. The other didn't speak. The other couldn't speak, had never spoken. It was programmed only to moan, groan and grunt. The sirens stopped and the lights went off. Archie reached out and held on to the other body. It began to make love to him again, wanting only to fulfill its purpose, which was to feed.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The dark room was the perfect portal for the aliens. They had experimented many times with other locations. They found other dark, underground places, but few humans entered those spaces. Here, and in other such saunas across the globe, the dark rooms attracted all sorts of men, for some reason known only to the humans. The aliens did not understand the concept of sex themselves. They could see and learn everything about each other in an instant through the employment of their minds. They existed largely as amorphous cerebral beings. Essentially, they were placid and benevolent. Yet they needed to feed. They were not carnivorous: they would never eat human flesh, for example. Nor were they plant-eating. They required a special form of protein. On their planet this protein came from various grown and manufactured sources. On Earth, the best protein was found to be the seed of man. A very small amount of it would keep one of them alive for weeks. And it was possible to store the excess and share it with others.

Total darkness was essential for the portal to operate. Light could be endured only for brief periods of time. Sunlight interfered with their metabolism instantly and could be fatal. Artificial light was also dangerous, if exposed to it for too long. It affected the way in which their bodies could move and transform. Too much light would prevent a transformation of the body back into the necessary state for accessing the portal. Too much light could mean a life sentence on Earth.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"😈"

Love your profile, guys. You seem to be so popular and genuine. Hats off to you!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"Help!" yelled Archie, struggling to get free.

There were twenty steps down to this cellar and it was a long way back to where the stairs began. However, Archie realised that his cries might be heard in the room above. He reckoned the changing room was above them. Surely, more than one or two men would be there now, especially after the fire drill.

"Help!!" he yelled even louder. He was strong but his replica self had identical strength. He was held fast in the grip of the other man.

By now, the shape-shifting version of Archie was frantically trying to work out its own escape strategy. The exposure to the fluorescent lighting had affected its ability to summon up and enter the portal. It would need several more minutes to recover enough energy to transform and make the journey. If other people came down into the cellar, they would most likely drag it upstairs into more light, even into deadly daylight.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

To prevent further yelling, the other kissed hard on the mouth of real Archie. As he was kissing him, he caught hold of his nipples and squeezed them. Archie tensed in pain and pleasure combined. Part of him was glad to surrender, to let himself go on with whatever this was. He knew for himself deep down that there could be no satisfactory resolution otherwise.

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By *ilverbiguyTV/TS
5 days ago

Skelmersdale

Love the story and the concept

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

As they kissed, another strange thing happened. Instead of the shape-shifter being able to read Archie's mind, it worked the other way round. For the first time ever, a human being was connecting with the alien intelligence at a profound level. Archie could sense the endless benevolence of the thing he was kissing, holding, playing with. His whole body shook with it. Even his cock quivered with it. It shot out a huge load of semen, four long spurts and fifth shorter one. Then it hardened instantly and once again shot a stream of cum on to the body of the alien. A third time it hardened and another stream shot from him, painfully this time. Archie pulled away, unable to bear the incredible tortuous ecstasy of it. He shrank down on to floor and curled up in a ball.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The portal opened and the alien shape-shifter disappeared. Having fed from the human, it now had enough energy to make the transition back into its travelling form.

Archie was left alone in the dark room. He felt around, trying to find the other man's body. There was only empty space.

He made his way back to the changing room. After the fire-alarm fiasco, people were in a cheerful, jokey mood. Most of the men were grateful to be back in the warm. Many of them were thinking of the many embarrassing consequences of being stranded without clothes in the carpark of a gay sauna. A few decided that this was their last time here.

Archie dressed and went home. For the rest of the week he went over the events in his head again and again. He tried telling a friend or two, but gave up on it, realising that they would only be able to give confused advice. He passed the week sleeping fitfully, awakening early each night with the memory of the powerful sexual release. His body itself was reliving it. He woke at midnight or one or two o'clock with a raging hard-on. Barely a touch and he came. Afterwards he slept until five or six, waking with the same hardness between his legs. He had to ejaculate again before rising, showering and getting to work. Each time he came he shot a huge, violent jet of bright white cream over his body. His orgasms had never before been so intense and powerful.

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By *utdrguyMan
5 days ago

south devon

Such a great story from a completely different angle- where would you get this idea from - hope it continues! It s a bit Venom / Tom Hardy , there s a combo I d like to see !

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

One night, just after midnight, Archie was aware of an unsettling presence in his bedroom. The room was pitch black. He sat up and put on the bedside lamp. For a second, as his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the outline of a figure standing at the doorway. The door was closed but the figure was silhouetted against its white painted surface. This was more than a week later. His nocturnal erections had stopped by then. He blinked, looked again, but he could see only the outline of the door. He waited a few minutes before turning off the lamp and going back to sleep.

In the morning, just before dawn, the same thing happened again. He woke up with a start, as though he had heard a noise. Again he saw the faint outline of a figure in front of the door. This time he refused to blink or look away. He trained his whole attention on the spot where the figure stood.

It did not fade away. Instead, it came towards him. Archie remained completely still. He held his breath and waited, not daring to move or speak. It came up to the bedside, a shadowy half-formed thing, neither man nor beast nor phantom. It was definitely a living presence. The bed-clothes moved and Archie was aware of what felt like a hand on his leg. The hand moved up his leg to the centre of his body. Quite involuntarily he felt himself getting hard. He gasped for air, having held his breath too long. Whatever it was lay over him, hovering a little away from his flesh, except for the hand resting on and softly stroking his stomach.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Such a great story from a completely different angle - where would you get this idea from - hope it continues! It's a bit Venom/Tom Hardy, there s a combo I'd like to see!"

Thanks.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Archie watched transfixed as the shape above him took on more and more of a human form. Facial features began to appear of a ruggedly handsome bearded man. This time it was not himself that Archie saw but the manifestation of his ideal man. The shape was delving into Archie's brain to bring together a tangible reality based on far distant childhood dreams.

At the same time, Archie was once again interacting with the mind of the alien, calmed by its abiding sense of love. Very slowly, as it completed its transformation, the body of the shape above lowered against Archie's. They kissed. As they kissed the essence of the alien consciousness entered into that of the human. A wave of warmth arose in each body, and as they clasped their arms around each other, Archie experienced a vast unfolding of his sexual desire. It came from the centre of him, filled his being, and spread out endlessly into the shadows of the dimly-lit room.

He breathed steadily and each breath brought with it a new ecstasy of sensation, a taste, a touch, a smell, a vision. They were making a completely new form of love. The universe had known nothing like it. At one point, unknown to and unnoticed by either of them, they merged into one new form, which pulsated and glowed, and then separated back into the two bodies. They were unaware of this because at that moment neither of them existed as individual entities. They were all one.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

In the morning, their two bodies were snuggled together in the bed.

"I shall call you Tom," said Archie.

Tom shifted his body, moaned gratefully and, unseen by the other man, smiled broadly. His arms enfolded Archie's naked body and they drew closer together. Archie could feel Tom's erect penis poking into the small of his back.

"Food," said the shape now known as Tom. It was the first word uttered. This was an important moment.

Archie moved so that he could lie on his back. Tom's hand slipped up and down Archie's moist cock, oozing out its precum with each stroke. Archie moaned thankfully. He arched his back, tensing his muscles as he raised his hips from the bed.

"Food," repeated Tom.

Tom's mouth came down upon Archie's aching member. It was harder this morning than he had ever known it. He felt an immense pressure from it, as though it might burst. Tom's wet mouth surrounded it. He felt it touch the back of his throat. Then Tom's tongue was playing around the tip, then his lips were on it, and then the mouth pressed down again, covering the whole cock with its slobbering.

Archie gurgled and swallowed. He cried out. His body jerked from the waist. His hands grabbed at the bed sheets. Load after load after load shot into the hungry mouth.

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By *uckmehardMan
4 days ago

dudley

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The 'food' seemed to keep Tom satisfied for two or three days. Tom stayed all day in the bedroom while Archie was at work. In the evening, he was available for Archie to use as he wished. Sometimes it was enough just to lie beside him. Tom never washed or cleaned himself nor required any other use of a bathroom. Occasionally, the smell of him reminded Archie of a figure from his distant past, an uncle maybe, a friend of the family, even an old teacher. It was a scent of both natural and artificial maleness, of musk mingled with a trace of cologne.

But sometimes Archie felt horny and made the most of it. He now knew that anything sexual was possible with Tom. He wanted to go back to the sauna and take Tom with him.

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By *oy2017Man
4 days ago

Frome

A fabulous story. God knows where your imagination got this from. So well written and sexy - even if it were alien. Thanks

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By *utdrguyMan
4 days ago

south devon

Loving this tale ,such a different, but so erotic , storyline .

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Probably this idea to return to the sauna was what inspired the shape known as Tom to do what it did next. The prolonged exposure to one another had not only resulted in a very swift understanding of each other’s needs and wants. Something else had happened that, as yet, Archie was unaware of. Tom was about to illustrate it. He rose off the bed as soon as Archie entered the bedroom and directed him to the mirror. It was a full-length mirror on the wall in the hallway. Tom stood Archie in front of the mirror and, with his hand around his waist, stood behind Archie, undressing him. The two men looked into the mirror. Tom was smiling; Archie was frowning. Tom removed all of Archie’s clothes so that they were both naked.

“Change,” said Tom.

Archie looked into Tom’s eyes through the mirror. The face was glowing, a radiant expression in the deep blue eyes that spread out across the rest of the facial features. Archie looked at his own face. His brown eyes were similarly radiant, sparkling. The glow from the eyes moved outwards as though separate from the face but also of the face. Archie’s features began to change. His beard slowly disappeared until he was smooth shaven. His hair began changing colour, from grey to blond. His face became thirty or more years younger in the few seconds he stood watching himself. Not just his face but the rest of the body was also changing. His whole form was altering into the shape of a much younger, smoother, beautiful man. Archie shook his head and the figure in the mirror shook his too. Archie raised his right arm and the figure did the same. He pulled a lot of silly expressions with his face and saw them all reflected in the mirror, but from a face wholly unlike his own. Tom stood to one side so that Archie could see only himself transformed.

The smooth young man had a long, slender uncircumcised penis. Archie’s gaze was drawn to it. As he looked at it, it began to twitch and stiffen. Archie touched it with his hand and felt along the length of it. He was able to wrap both his hands around it, one above the other. His own hands had also changed. They too were soft and smooth. He rubbed them over his chest, feeling for the hair that used to be there and finding none. He stroked his chin, finding no trace of the beard he’d had since his twenties. By now he was fully erect and precum was beginning to drip from the end of his penis. Archie took some between his fingers and put it up to his lips, savouring it. He turned to look at Tom who was nodding and smiling proudly.

“Change,” repeated Tom. He pointed at himself.

This time the transformation took place with Tom himself. In the space of about ten seconds he was the perfect replica of what Archie had become. He moved over and stood next to Archie. The two beautiful young men, identical as twins, looked out from the mirror. Tom also displayed a firm, proud erection, the precum dripping in strands on to the carpet. Archie reached over with his hand and took some to taste. He turned to face the other and they kissed. When they looked back at themselves in the mirror, both men had huge smiles on their faces.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"A fabulous story. God knows where your imagination got this from. So well written and sexy - even if it were alien. Thanks"

Thanks, Roy

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

As long as they avoided daylight, everything was fine. After dusk, a short drive took them to the sauna with plenty of hours left before closing time at midnight. By now they worked as one combined entity; the lack of speech did not mean lack of comprehension. Each day brought with it new revelations and discoveries. Archie was no longer sure where he ended and Tom began. Tom had even begun feeding Archie. A thick viscous liquid, smelling of cum but much brighter, like molten gold, erupted from him in their love-making. Taking it in his mouth or anus, Archie was immediately invigorated. It was like the hit of a strong forbidden drug, a taboo substance. He felt its powerful effect as it coursed through his veins, making every limb throb with excitement and gratitude.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Far from seeing the sauna as a place of shame and guilt, of dirty secrets in dark corners, Archie now revelled in the thought of what it really represented for him. Here he could reach out to any man he wanted and never be rejected. Here he was free to be anything he wished. As he sat waiting for men in some of the darker rooms and corridors, he very quickly learnt to gauge the exact nature of the other men's desires. Within a few seconds he was able to change himself into what they were secretly looking for. By this means, by ensuring a perfect compatibility, some of his sexual encounters in the sauna lasted for hours. Instead of jumping from man to man, as had been his habit, he now settled into long passionate love-making sessions with just one or two men a night. Many of the men asked for his phone number and wanted a second date. Each time he told them to meet him here next week.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

At other times, Archie and Tom would play as a team. Sometimes they would pose as twins and drive some of the alpha males wild by presenting themselves together for inspection and training. Six or seven men would stand around them waiting for a turn at their peachy seductive bottoms. Sometimes they would adopt two very different male forms and instigate a group orgy, building up everyone into a frenzy of release. Both Tom and Archie would feed greedily on the results.

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By *avidIanMan
3 days ago

Bolton

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

It was no longer possible for the shape-shifter known as Tom to travel via the portal. His home was now on Earth. Had it attempted to travel, it would have found itself unable even to summon up the portal, let alone journey through it. However, it never tried. It was content where it was. It had found in Archie a calm, welcoming, friendliness that was very akin to its own native characteristics. Its essential goodness had found a good home.

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By *avidIanMan
3 days ago

Bolton

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

One morning, as they were lying together in bed - they usually slept alone until Tom appeared at Archie's door - something unusual happened. Tom turned to Archie and looked at him intently. He held his gaze and looked deep into Archie's eyes. His bright blue eyes glinted with tears.

"Love," he said.

Archie understood. Tears welled up in him too. He buried his head in the other one's arms. They clung tightly to one another. It was exactly the right moment.

A victim to the law of diminishing returns, Archie had started to tire of their sauna visits. They had tried every conceivable combination of sexual interaction over the last few months. But now the days were lengthening as spring approached. Their last visit had been too rushed and frantic. Not just that. It was becoming boring. Sex itself was becoming a bore.

"Love," repeated Tom.

As they held on to one another, as each of them felt the other's man's flesh against his own flesh, smelt the scent of one another, cried the same tears, only this strange thing called love existed. There was absolutely no trace of the usual sexual urge that came over them when they were together in bed like this.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Tom reached down and placed his fore-finger at the entrance to Archie's rectum. There was nothing erotic about it. This was something else. As the finger entered him, Archie felt neither pain nor excitement. This was the most comforting thing he had ever experienced. He was like a baby being nurtured with a bottle, a nipple, the rocking of a cradle. Tom's hand went further inside, the fist, the lower arm, the upper arm, and then... the whole of Tom disappeared inside Archie.

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By *avidIanMan
2 days ago

Bolton

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

For the rest of his life, Archie was never lonely again. He lived alone. He drove out into the countryside alone. He walked alone through lush green ancient woodland. He sat alone in cafes. Alone, he wandered contentedly through crowded streets and sat alone on trams and buses, going nowhere in particular. He still talked to people, interacted with them in all the usual ways, laughed and joked with them, listened to their stories and their wayward concerns. But he was never lonely. He never missed Tom. Whatever Tom was, or had been, or might well be in the future, was deep inside him and couldn’t be shaken out. Tom was himself and he was Tom. Tom was the other, the alien, and he, Archie, was also the other. He too was the alien, the refugee, the displaced soul.

One day, many years later, he said to himself just one word.

“Death,” he said.

There was a hushed silence. Even the traffic stilled. The birds held their breath. The trees were completely motionless.

"Death," he repeated.

It was the most joyous moment of his entire existence.

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By *avidIanMan
2 days ago

Bolton

Wow. I guess that is the end. It didn't get followed much but I enjoyed it. Thank you.

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By *omerBumMan
2 days ago

......Somerset

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Wow. I guess that is the end. It didn't get followed much but I enjoyed it. Thank you."

Quite a few private messages, which is always nice.

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