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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market - Forecast(2024 - 2030)

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Overview

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market is forecast to reach $362.14 Million by 2025, after growing at a CAGR of 3.2% during 2020-2025. Resorcinol is used to produce resorcinol formaldehyde (RF) resin to improve the adhesion of rubber and other materials in rubber products, wood adhesives, flame retardants, UV stabilizers, dyes, and others. The global COVID-19 pandemic has caused manufacturing activities around the globe to abruptly pause, impacting the market for rubber as well as their development and processing. The most critically affected end-use segments of the plastics industry include automotive & transportation, consumer goods, industrial machinery, manufacturing, and electronics.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Report Coverage

The report: “Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market – Forecast (2020-2025)”, by IndustryARC, covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments of the Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market. 

By Form – Powder, Pellets and Crystal, and Liquid. 

By Application – Printing Inks, Plastics, Coatings, Solvents, Personal Care Ingredients, Resins, Rubber, and Others.

By Region – North America, South America, Europe, APAC, and RoW.

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Key Takeaways

Growing demand from tyre manufacturing sector in automotive industry, and wood binding adhesive applications, tends to increase the growth of the market.

APAC is dominating the overall resorcinol market due to the rise of automotive manufacturing facilities.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) is produced from hydroperoxidation process, which includes the highest share in the overall market.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Segment Analysis -By Application

Rubber includes the highest share and dominates the overall Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) market. The growing demand for manufacturing tyres from the automotive industry makes the positive scenario is majorly boosted by the growth momentum of replacement tires market. In addition, the demand of Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) for the production of personal care ingredients is expected to witness higher growth in upcoming years.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Segment Analysis -By Geography

Asia-Pacific dominated the global market owing to the robust demand from developing nations including China and India. The region being a manufacturing hub for automotive is of the propelling factor for the resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) market growth in the region. Currently, there are two major resorcinol producers in the world, Amino-Chem from China and Sumitomo Chemical Company from Japan, the Amino-Chem itself includes the highest production capacity of about 40,000 Mt/y, where Sumitomo Chemicals includes about 32,000 Mt/y. Being the highest producers of resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene), APAC consists the highest share across the globe.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Drivers

Growing demand in rubber industry

Rubber products dominated the application segment, and it is expected to continue its dominance over the forecast period. Resorcinol is widely used for tire manufacturing for a variety of applications such as automotive tires, bicycles, and aircraft. The usage of chemical improves the overall rubber compound processability. It also results in the increase of static as well as dynamic modulus of rubber. Also, it does not have any effect on the overall vulcanization process of rubber and enhances the steel cord adhesion. Such inherent advantages are expected to benefit the segment demand growth over the upcoming years. Also, United States represents one of the largest and the most advanced tire market in the world by providing home to some of the largest tire manufacturers in the world, such as Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co., Cooper Tire & Rubber Co., Michelin and Bridgestone Americas Tire Operations (over 70% of the market share is reported with these four companies). Such factors in turn are estimated to boost the demand for the resorcinol market during the forecast period.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Challenges

Hazardous nature and higher cost tend to constrain the growth of the market

Resorcinol is harmful if swallowed, inhaled or absorbed through skin and causes eye and skin irritation. The compound is irritating to mucous membranes and upper respiratory tract. Depending on the intensity and duration of exposure, effects may vary from mild irritation to severe burns. Resorcinol is regarded as goitrogenic, causing hypo-thyroidism following persistent exposure, e.g. through intake of drinking water polluted with resorcinol from coal gasification and shale oil production, or through use as topical ointment on skin lesions. In addition, resorcinol also includes high cost. Currently, according to Trademap, the price of resorcinol has been increased at rapid pace resorcinol. The main factor impacting the price is the shutdown of resorcinol production plants in major region. Manufacturer such as Indspec Chemical, the only producer in U.S, had shut down its production in July 2017, the low outcome from the plant in order to compete in the market place oversupply and low-efficient manufacturing process, was the major factor behind the cause.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Landscape

Technology launches, acquisitions and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by players in the Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) market. In 2019, the market of Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) has been consolidated by the top five players accounting for xx% of the share. Major players in the Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market are Amino-Chem, Sumitomo Chemicals, Elementis PLC, Indspec Chemical Corp., Atul Limited, Alfa Aesar, and Kraeber & Co Gmbh among others.

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"CONPAPTEX" Cord-aligner is centralizing device specially meant for tire-cord machines like Liner Re-Winder, Calendars, Dipping Plant, Let-off and Wind-up Stations. This Unit is widely used in Tyre Cord Aligner. Web Master the unit consists of two numbers jointed axle bowed Rolls light duty or heavy duty as per application/fabric tension. For more information contact our sales team: mail@conpaptex.com

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KEW ENGG. & MFG. PVT. LTD. company unavailable in Manufacturing, exporting and supplying of Tyre Cord Machinery, Fabric Re Rolling Machine of Tyre cord processing machinery, heavy duty Fabric Re Rolling Machine. Fabric Re Rolling Machine is used for any winding & unwinding application for guiding the web to reduce the wastages of the material & to get high production output with minimum man power.

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Web Master ”CONPAPTEX” Cord-aligner is centralizing device specially meant for Tyre Cord Aligner like Liner Re-Winder, Calendars, Dipping Plant, Let-off and Wind-up Stations. Web Master the unit consists of two numbers jointed axle bowed Rolls light duty or heavy duty as per application/fabric tension. Both side fabric edges are sensed sensor and take correction as required by jointed axle bow roll which works independently both sides by the sensing given by each side sensor.

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Web Master, Cord Aligner, Web Aligner Manufacturer for different hp motor for different machines, Web Master with heavy-duty roller, and web guide system. Krishna Engineering Works have been leading manufacturer, exporter, and supplier of Web Master from last 25 years from India. Our Cord-aligner is a centralizing device specially meant for tire-cord machines like Liner Re-Winder, Calendars, Dipping Plant, Let-off, and Wind-up Stations. Web Master Centering Device, Web Master for machinery, Manufacturer of Tyre Cord Aligner, Tyre cord Centralizer Cord Aligner, Manufacturer of Web Tyre Cord Aligner, Web Aligner System, Web Aligner manufacturers

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Pneumatic Brakes Manufacturer, Air Brake manufacturer also, heavy duty Pneumatic Brake Manufacturer India, Air Brakes with International Standard. Pneumatic brakes are popularly called as air brakes. They are manufactured in the widest range with electronics to match for continuous slip braking applications at medium power levels. These high-performance, dual disc brakes are characterized by their ability to perform right down to zero speed in open loop or closed loop modes of operation. Pneumatic brake offers wide range of torque proportional to air supply from 0.2 psi to max 90 psi.  Breaks produced in the largest range with electronic devices to coordinate for ongoing slide stopping programs at method power levels. We offer the widest range of pneumatic brakes and electronics to match for continuous slip braking applications at medium power levels. These high-performance, dual disc brakes are characterized by their ability to perform right down to zero speed in open loop or closed loop modes of operation.  Pneumatic brakes of various sizes and types are available to fit any applications.

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Flexible Packaging & Converting Machinery, Slitter Rewinder Machine, Winding Rewinding Machine, Rotogravure Printing, Lamination, Flexo Printing, Coating, Liner Rewinder Machine, High Efficiency Inspection Machine Batching Machine, Equipment Tyre Cord Dipping Plant, Automatic Tension Control, Web Aligner, Automatic Guiding System, Liner Drying Machine, Web Aligner System is much more than just an energy source. It’s designed for accurate and high quality edge guiding system. However, because it normally furnishes modulated power to the actuating devices. It’s amplifier of control signals, also power source In addition to providing hydraulic power for the actuating circuit the power unit produces pneumatic power for the sensors, Two Stage Winder, Two Stage Unwinder, Liner Drying Machine, Core Cutting Machine, Hydro Pneumo Web Aligner System, Cooling Heating Drums, Fully Automatic Tension Control.

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We have been manufacturing heavy duty Liner Drying Machine, Krishna Engineering Works Manufacturer, Exporter & Supplier all types of Liner Drying Machine for textile industries. Liner Drying Machine is used for any winding & unwinding application for guiding the web to reduce the wastages of the material & to get high production output with minimum manpower. Also, we are manufacturer of Stenter Machine Pin Bar for the widest textile industries. Liner Rewinder Machine, Tyre Cord Machinery, Rubber Tire Machine, Liner Rewinder.

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Curved Bar Expander Manufacturer, Tire Cord Machinery, Tyre Cord Machines Exporter all over the Globe, heavy duty machines for Tire Industry. urved Bar Expander, designed for tyre cord dipping machine. The Duo expander spreads the fabric in low-tension zones by maintaining or providing uniform cord distribution across the entire width. Bow roll, Banana Roller, Bow Banana Roller, Expender roll. It spreads the fabric to the set width, left and right via two bow rollers linked to one another.

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Feed roll system in tyre cord dipping machine works on important part. Feeding the line by unwinding the fabric, also the roller head extruders are used to produce International standard with premium quality rubber products. Feed Roll System Manufacturer, Tyre Cord Machinery Manufacturer, Tire Cord and Technical Textile Machines with high quality spare parts, equipment. For More Information Visit Our Website: kew.net.in

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“KRISHNA ENGINEERING WORKS” is one of the Leading Manufacturers & Exporters of Flexible Packaging, Converting, and Textile Processing & Printing & Tyre-Cord Machinery from India. Krishna Engineering Works is a company engaged in Manufacturing, exporting and supplying of Flexible Packaging, Paper, Tire-Cord, and Textile Machinery & Equipment. Specialised manufacturer, exporter and supplier of Rubber Roller, Slitter Rewinder Machine, Web Guiding System, and Doctoring Rewinding Machine from India. We manufacture machines like, Rotogravure Printing, Lamination, Flexo Printing, Coating, Slitter Rewinder Machine, Inspection Rewinding Machine, Doctoring Rewinding Machine, and Winder Rewinder Machine for Inkjet Printer, Hydro Pneumo Web Aligner System, Web Aligner System, Web Guiding System, Roll Stretch Wrapping, BOPP Tape Cutting, Core Cutting, Edge Guiding Systems, Tracking Roller Assembly, Unwinder, Rewinder, and Rubber Roller. Flexible Packaging, Paper, Tire-Cord, Textile Machinery with a custom application for different industries specific requirements.

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I Wanna Be A Coyboy

by aussiebootboi

Billy was a weedy kind of guy. His parents had died when he was 5 year old and his grandmother had reared him. Although, small of build, he made up for it in being a bright and studious sort of guy. And, although you wouldn't know from just looking at him, he had a proud ancestory of Incan heritage. His great -great Grandfather had been of mixed Spanish and Incan blood. Their family had originally been of noble birth, and many tales of strange rites and incantations had been recounted at by his grandmother.Sadly, his grandmother had died when he was 15, and he had been forced into foster care, seeing he was still under legal age. He hated them. 

Their treatment was not overly honourable - basically they just wanted the government allowance and had treated Billy poorly. Eventually, after 18 months of poor treatment, he had run away. His closest friend in high school had moved to Florida a few years before and Billy was sure the friend's family would take him in & help support him as a new foster family.He had been lucky with a number of hitched rides with long haul truck drivers, but his luck had finally run out. Here he was in a small town in mid Texas, and no accommodating truck driver for over a day. He was now sick of the sight of the dusty gas pumps of this run-down gas station and was wishing his luck would change soon.Late in the afternoon, hot golden sun beating down on the iron roof of the station's pump cover, Billy was half woken up but the double ring in the station office as car tyres ran over the black bell cord. 

He looked up and saw this beaten up white wide convertible pull up at one of the bowzers. The guy who got out of the car was tall, about 6'4" , around 30 years old, and was so overly muscley, you would have thought he lived in a gym. He had a strong jaw line, wild, uncombed dirty blonde hair that hung down to his shoulders and cold, blue eyes. He wore a dusty, stained white tank top that pulled tightly over his enormous pecs, a polyester Hawaiian shirt over the top, unbuttoned, and his biceps looked like they were going to burst the short sleeves. His jeans were tight around his huge, beefy thighs and he wore a pair of snake skin cowboy boots. 

The man oozed sexuality. He was one hot-looking porn stud. As he got out of the car, he snatched from the back seat a dusty, cream Stenson and put it on his head.Billy was mesmerised. He was still a closeted gay guy and his man answered all his fantasies. Billy felt a slight tinging in his cock as the guy came towards him."Do you work here?" The voice was strong, arrogant, a deep bass coming up from that deep chest and was definitely Texan."No." Billy's voice was weedy and high in comparison. 

"I think the guy is in the garage to the side."As he said that, a fat, balding man, about 45- 50 years, wearing a blue boiler suit came from the side of the gas station; he used a bit of cotton wading to wipe his hands."Hi Jim-Bob, what you up to today?""Just in town for some supplies. Fill 'er up, Bud."The garage owner pumped gas into the convertible, all the while making small talk to Jim-Bob about the weather and wheat and corn prices. Jim-Bob followed the mechanic into the office, his heels making a clunking sound on the tarmac. 

He came out of the office, slotting a packet of Marlbro Red's into the top pocket of his Hawaiian shirt. As Jim-Bob made his way to the car, Billy summoned the courage to talk to him."Excuse me, sir." His voice weedy and slightly whiney."Yeah, kid." Jim-Bob said, turning on his heel and making a scraping sound on the tarmac."Where you headed?""What's it to you?""Um.. I'm trying to get to Florida and I wondered if I could hitch a lift to somewhere where I could link up with some interstaters.""Well. I could take you as far as my farm entrance and then you would have to walk about 5 miles to the Interstate Junction.""Oh, that would be great, Sir.""Yeah, get rid of him for me, will ya Jim-Bob. The kid's been hanging around here too long. 

He's starting to become a nuisance." The garage owner said, from the doorway of his office."Hop in, Kid. And stop calling me Sir." Jim-Bob threw his hat into the back seat, threw himself into the driver's seat and started the engine. Billy quickly collected his rucksack and bag and got into the car.With a jolt they had left the garage and were speeding through the main part of the town and shortly out onto the long flat plains. Jim- Bob opened the packet of cigarettes and lit one up."You want one?""No. I'm allergic to cigarette smoke.""Fuck! Well, seeing its my car, I won't ask you if you mind, cause I don't." Jim-Bob was obviously non-sympathetic to the non-smoker's cause.There was a stoney silence. The low, undulating countryside: fencing racing along the sides of the road, seemed to stretch to eternity."You got a girlfriend."Billy, replied in the negative."Shit!! You some kind of queer or something. 

Fuck! Have I got me some queer with me.""No!" But Billy's voice quavered slightly. He was frightened. He was almost 17 now, and for a while he was fairly sure he was gay, although he was still closeted about his sexuality. The look of a strong, muscley guy turned him on. The smell from this guy in the driver's seat, that musky male smell from a hard working guy in the heat, so close to him now, was arousing him and he didn't want to show his feelings or the hint of an erection that was threatening to reveal itself."I have been too busy to date girls, that's all. I took a girl to the last End of Year Ball." Billy justified himself."Did you screw her?""No." Billy said in a reflex manner."Then you could be a fag after all."There was no reply to that and Billy kept silent. The miles continued to roll by. But Billy was still drawn to those cowboy boots. The way Jim-Bob had walked in them at the garage: so arrogantly and with manly authority. He wished he could be like that; but he would always be a weedy guy. He vaguely remembered his father being a stick-like man: no bulk and his business shirts hanging off his cavenous chest. 

During this period of retrospection, he was now staring at Jim-Bob's snakeskin boots."Jesus, what you staring at, Boy! I swear you're some kind of fag.""I'm sorry." Billy said. Then off the cuff: " I bet you score big time with the babes in those boots. I want a pair when I get a bit older and have worked out more in the gym to bulk up." He felt he had got himself out of that hole."You're damn, right there mister. Do I pull them in. The sound these mean mother-fuckers make in a bar, has those hot cock-thirsty pussies just wanting it: they are panting for it and man! They can't get enough of this piece of meat. Kid, you have a long way to go to get anywhere in the league of this stud."Billy could just see this guy leering at the women. He was personally disgusted and although he was in awe of the sexual power Jim-Bob was giving off, he loathed the type of guy he represented.

Jim-Bob pulled over sharply to the side of the road and turned to Billy."Well, kid. This is the end of your trip. That's the entrance to my farm over there and I don't plan to take you any further. About 5 miles straight ahead you will find the Interstate junction. You should be lucky enough to get yourself a ride to where you want to go. OK, shift that faggy arse of yours."As Jim-Bob was taking to Billy, a motorbike was making its way towards them. Jim-Bob had glanced at it, but hadn't taken much notice. As the bike went past the entrance to Jim-Bob's farm, the rear tyre picked up some of the scattered gravel. One stone fairly hit Jim-Bob on the side of the head, just above his ear and he slumped forward. The bike, unknowingly, continued along the road, deaf to Billy's calls. Billy felt Jim-Bob's neck and could still feel a strong pulse. 

A trickle of brilliantly coloured blood rolled down the side of his head.Oh God! What to do, thought Billy. He looked across the road and saw the mailbox and a dirt track making its way over a small rise. That's his farm. Maybe there some help there or at least a phone. With considerable effort and some time, Billy moved the limp body over to the shot-gun seat. In all that time, not another vehicle had passed. Fortunately the car was automatic and Billy was able to drive the car up the dirt track. About a mile down to it, he came to a low, run down farmhouse. The front verandah was full of old, rusty machinery and one corner was at a sharp angle where the floor stumps had rotted and no longer supported the verandah poles. Billy drove to the rear of the house, where the car was obviously parked and it was shaded. Manoeuvring Jim-Bob's body was going to be a difficult task. Billy called out, but no one answered. 

He walked up to the house and knocked on the screen door. No one answered and he decided to go inside. The kitchen was gloomy after the bright back yard. Dishes were piled in the sink; empty beer bottles were stacked by the side of the fridge. It soon became apparent that Jim-Bob lived alone. Only one side of the bed had been slept in and there were only his clothes to be seen from the open closet door.With boots leaving furrows in the dust and lots of breath breaks, Billy finally dragged Jim-Bob and dumped him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. An unconscious body is a dead weight and Billy wished he had spent time in the gym. 

Back in the kitchen, Billy found the wall phone and the red-boarded letter from the phone company disconnecting the phone for not paying the bill. There was no way of getting a doctor out there and Billy was frightened to leave Jim-Bob in case he died. A runway didn't have a very strong case in court and no judge or jury would believe that it was accidental and not a robbery. Billy put a cool, damp cloth on Jim-Bob's head, checked his pulse again and washed the blood which had now congealed. The pulse was strong, so it was obviously a case of concussion.He then proceeded to undress Jim-Bob. 

The manly sweat that came off from the boots was deeply arousing. Billy took deep breaths and fantasised a little about having this strong man, now being an overly gay man, taking Billy up into his arms and hugging and kissing him, and saying endearments. Billy returned from his dream and looked down on the homophobic bully lying on the bed. He loosed the belt buckle - a large circular, shiny tooled piece of silvery metal - and undid the buttons. 

The monster of a flaccid cock fell out of the now-loosen boxers. At least 6" and thick, Jim-Bob had at least not lied about his piece of meat: it would easily grow into 7 or 8 inches when erect. Billy wanted to desperate touch it but was afraid in case Jim-Bob woke. He did manage to lightly brush his hand against it.His ordeal had made him tired and so, after putting the groceries in the fridge and bringing in his gear, he searched for a knee rug. 

He made himself comfortable on the sofa and started to reflect on the day. This lead to other recent unhappy events and this invariably caused him to reminisce on happier times with his loving grandmother.With his mind wandering even more, thoughts of his attraction towards Jim-Bob began to form: that strong, muscley body, those hot snakeskin boots, the tight jeans showing a decent package. A tingling in his dick started up and he developed interesting fantasies with what he could do with that hot body. Words popped into his head: something vaguely he could remember from his grandmother. "Irikalimabro. Tradi om, broroo dinda, broroo dixi, broroo dinda, fore rimni dint crawlix, fore rimini dint crawlix." With these words chanting, softly in his head, he fell asleep.

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Billy woke with a splitting headache. Light was streaming from the window and it was obviously morning. His head felt unbearable and he had problems focusing. With some effort he concentrated on the brown shape across the room. Eventually he could make out some checked shirts hanging in the closet. He then realised that he was lying on a bed. 

Where was he? This wasn't home or anywhere he recognised. His vision was steadily cleared and he could make out through the dirty net curtains a dusty yard and an open white convertible between him and a rundown barn with one door hanging off its hinge.He vaguely remembered having seen that car before recently. 

Where??? Through the fog of the headache, it dawned on him where he had seen the car before and then the previous day's events converged onto his fuddled brain. He sat up abruptly. Where was Jim-Bob, and why was he now sleeping in the bed? He turned to get out of bed and as he did, the room spun. When his vertigo had subsided, Billy made another attempt to stand up. As he did his jeans fell to the floor and there was a metalic clunk where the blet buckle hit the wooden floor. He bent down to pull up his pants and then had to sit down abruptly. These weren't his jeans!! 

The belt buckle was the same as the buckle he had loosened from Jim-Bob yesterday!Suddenly he felt his stomach erupt in nausea. He was definitely going to be sick real quick. He stood up and lurched out of the room and quickly made his way to the bathroom, where he was violently sick. Waves of nausea washed over him and for some minutes he just held onto the toilet bowl and wished it would all end soon. Eventually, the sickness passed and when he felt strong enough he made his way to the sink. He splashed water on his face and then gasped as he looked into the mirror.His stomach lurched again, but it was empty and he gave a loud, hollow burp instead. There, staring at him, his face bleached white was Jim-Bob's face. 

Gradually he surveyed the rest of his body. Yep! Everything he saw was what he associated with Jim-Bob: the nicotine-stained fingers, the strong masculine hands with curly blond hairs on the wrist, the Hawaiian overshirt, the tight blue jeans, the strong jaw that was lightly shadowed with beard stubble, the wavy dirty-blond hair down to the broad, muscley shoulders."Oh, my God!!" Jim-Bob's deep voice sounded back at him. "Jesus! What happened.""Fuck!!" and a high pitched squeal came from the sitting room further in the house. Billy recognised that voice: it was what he thought of as his.Billy rushed into the sitting room. 

The boy was standing by the sofa, looking in at the grimy, bevelled mirror over the fireplace. He turned when he saw Jim-Bob standing in the doorway."What the fuck have you done, you freak!!" Billy squealed at Jim-Bob. "You fuckin' faggot! You fruit!" He then lunged at Jim-Bob, his hands ready to punch the life out of him.Jim-Bob put his hands up to protect his face. Billy aimed at punch at Jim-Bob's stomach. Billy reeled back, holding his hand and crumpling up with pain. "Fuck!!" he explained. Jim-Bob put a hand out to Billy's arm to see if he was alright. Billy pulled away and then lunged to make another hit. Jim-Bob reacted by seizing Billy's wrist, griping it tightly. Billy tried to pull away and cringed, "Shit! That hurts.""Then stop." Jim-Bob's voice boomed. He was having problems adjusting to his new body. He didn't realise he that much strength in his body now. He hadn't meant to hurt Billy, but you could definitely see red markings on the boy's wrist where he had gripped him. He would also have to get used to not talking as loud. 

He was shouting now and he had only intended to speak to the kid in a normal voice.The reaction of hearing his voice from his old body caused Billy to break down and cry. He was obviously distressed and confused. "Hey," Jim-Bob said. "I don't know what's happened. Hopefully it's a temporary thing. But no matter, I'm not leaving you till all this is sorted out.""What happened? I last remember giving you a lift and dropping you off outside my farm.""You were hit in the head by stones thrown up by a motorbike. I brought you up here, put you to bed and then I fell asleep and somehow a switch happened in the night.""Yeah, well if I was hit in the head so hard, how come there is no bruise or headache?" Billy sneered."That's because I have the headache and cut," Jim-Bob moved his hair to reveal the cut above his ear. "And that's why I'm off to get a shower and take some headache tablets." Jim-Bob turned and retreated to the bathroom.

Finding some pills in the medicine cabinet, he stripped. He stared at the stud like body in the mirror. He was one Hot dude now: rippling muscles, huge pecs and biceps, a ripped 6-pack. His dream had come true. He was getting a hard-on just looking at himself.He entered the shower and started soaping himself, luxuriating at the feeling of running his hands over his tight muscles. When he came to his cock, he saw a thick, yellow rim of dick cheese."Jesus, dirty pig." He explained. He started washing around the head when he felt a wave of erotic sensations washing over his body. Man! did that feel good. He did it again, rubbing his thumb under the skin: the sensation was incredible. He started stroking himself: it was soo good. His cock was stiffening now, a monster 8 inches and thick, ropey veins along the shaft. He was pumping this muscle monster now and when he couldn't hold back any more, his legs bent, he released a hot, ropey stream of cum all up the shower wall. 

He kept pumping and the fire hose of cum kept pouring out. Exhausted, he sat down in the shower, feeling the warm water washing over his head. He had never shot that much or so intensely before. A small river of cum was trickling down the wall nearby. With a finger he scouped some of it up and licked it. It tasted salty and slightly sweet. Man! one of the best things he had ever tasted. He sure wanted to do that again soon.He rubbed himself down, enjoying the sensations of the rough towel against his tight muscles. Into the bedroom, naked, his cock still red and swinging, he made his way to the closet. A white wife-beater, a cleaner Hawaiian shirt, tight black jeans and the same white snakeskin cowboy boots. He looked at himself in the mirror, now that he was dressed and liked what he saw. He had power, presence, strength. 

He could feel the boots on his feet and the leather shaft rubbing slightly against his calves. He was growing a hard-on again because he was finding himself so sexy and Hot.Back in the bathroom, to return the towel, he bent down and as he stood up he hit his head on the edge of the cupboard. "Shit!" he said and rubbed his head. Boy! I must be tired, he thought, because I never swear. This is all been a little too stressful this morning.On the sofa, Billy was lounging, an unhappy or perplexed expression on his face. "Breakfast, or shower," Jim-Bob asked him."Breakfast. I don't need a shower.""No way, boy. While you are in my body, you are going to continue to treat it the way I did. And that means regular washing. OK. Breakfast it is, and then the shower." Jim-Bob decided he needed to be forceful with Billy from the start. Why waste this strength and power he was feeling. With these muscles, he knew he could force Billy to do almost anything he wanted.Breakfast was basically a silent affair. 

Billy decided he didn't want to be communicative and munched morosely throughout the entire meal. Jim-Bob then ordered a day of cleaning the house. Dishes were washed; laundry washed and hung on the line (Jim-Bob found a mountain of dirty clothes piled up by the side of the bed); vacuuming and mopping of floors. Throughout all this, Billy had needed regular cigarette breaks. Jim-Bob didn't like the idea of him sullying his body but also recognised that it was hard to make a person quit cold turkey, and Billy still had cravings. Jim-Bob reckoned they had worked hard enough for the first day and recommended a bath for Billy. Billy, tired after the work and recent ordeal, agreed.All through the day, Billy had asked Jim-Bob how this strange phenomenon could have happened. Jim-Bob was as ignorant as Billy, but had decided to make the most of it and was sure it was a temporary condition. 

He wanted to return to his old self and get to Florida and continue his studies and start his new life.From the bathroom came a muffled "Fuck!" "What is it now," Jim-Bob asked through the door."Kid, you have one average sized dick. How am I going to snatch pussy with this thing. Its almost useless.""Yeah, well you'll get used to it.""Does this mean I'm a queer now?""That's up to you. You sure don't sound like one, although it probably wouldn't hurt you to learn some tolerance.""Well, fuck you!" came the reply and then silence.Later they both had an afternoon nap and then proceeded to prepare the evening meal. 

The bath seemed to have soothed Billy, because he was finally even-tempered and personable. As they were preparing the vegetables, Jim-Bob slipped with the knife and nicked his finger."Shit!" he said before sucking his finger and hopping around the room. "Oh Man! Shit, that hurts."It was a small cut and after lightly bandaging it, they continued the preparation, although Jim-Bob couldn't help musing that that was about the fourth or fifth time he had sworn that day. This was surprising because he never blasphemed with anything stronger than a Jesus or Damn.Dinner was a successful meal. Billy was in a friendly, conversant mood and started asking questions about being on the road and the reasons why he was, considering he wasn't the normal type of hitcher.

After the dinner, they moved out onto the side porch to view the sunset and just rest. Billy suggested they both have a beer. Jim-Bob hated the taste and smell of beer and declined. But Billy insisted and to be concillitory, he accepted. A bottle was tossed to him and he cracked it open. The hops fragrance waffed out and he steeled himself for gagging that normally ensued. It didn't happen. The smell was rather enticing instead. He was liking this scent after all. He took a swig. What was this stuff?? It tasted fantastic. He swigged again."Hey! I thought you didn't like beer.""Yeah, I know. Normally I don't. What brand is this??""Bud." Billy said.Well Jim-Bob had tried Bud before and it definitely had never tasted like this before. Maybe it was bottled differently in each state."No. All comes out of one brewery, as far as I know," was Billy's answer.Jim-Bob quickly finished off his beer and reached for another. 

Billy declined his offer of having another. He wasn't enjoying the taste as much as usual and thought maybe this case had gone off or something. They watched the encroaching gloom of evening, and it was the insects that finally forced them inside.A game of poker was suggested. Jim-Bob agreed which surprised him, seeing he loathed most card games; in fact he boycotted most games. As Billy didn't have much money in his pocket, they decided on using the coloured pins from the chinese checkers box, with each colour being a ranked value. The game quickly became intense. Throughout it, Billy regularly smoked and Jim-Bob drank beer. In his previous life, Jim-Bob suffered from asthma around cigarette smoke, but now he was hardly being effected. He definitely wasn't finding the smoke a nuisance. 

Both were in a good mood. When the game was not too intense, Billy had relaxed enough to tell bawdy male jokes. Most of what he knew were the kind involving women's breasts and sex. Traditionally, Jim-Bob found them degrading and disgusting and wouldn't remain in the hearing of them. But he felt so masculine, so manly, sharing male time with Billy, that he laughed as heartily as Billy. He was finding them funny and he was feeling a tingling in his dick. They were actually turning him on! As the evening progressed, although Jim-Bob was obviously becoming drunk, he was still the superior player. By the end of the evening, he was playing like a pro and scooping the kitty. 

This stunned Billy, who prided himself on being a crack poker player. Around 11, they decided to call it a night. Both men were tired when they slipped into their crisp, clean sheets on their respective beds. In the case of Billy, a temporary bed had been made up in the spare room - normally a lumber room.

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