Another Bad Penny... Oh Puck! (body swap)
by Drakkenfyre
Mr. Jeremy Raines wasn't all what Pete Parkhurst expected. He was tall blonde with the handsome toned physique from years of military service. That was expected. But he sported a goatee, behaved effeminately, and spoke with a heavy Arabic accent. The first words out his mouth were "Call me Ahmet."
Puckster Pete Parkhurst was still a stud at 43. A small circlet of scalp pierced through his that of light brown hair, it was his curse. He'd spent close to $20,000 on hair transplants, Rogaine and other hair treatments, but his genes always won out. The bald spot returned, though it's latest appearance was still smaller than it had been when he was 29. He was in good shape for a man his age, but over 20 years on the ice had taken its toll. He walked with a slight limp, and missed more goals than he did when he was younger. Parkhurst was a wealthy hedonist, who was so self centered that he'd never seriously committed to a partner, male or female. He regretted that, and wanted to change, but he couldn't really imagine loving anyone but himself. He listened carefully to see if this man really offered the benefit his introductory call had suggested.
"Ahmet" Raines said that he'd been an Iraqi prisoner during the most recent Gulf War. He'd been a small, dark, 20 year old man who'd been an Iraqi general's slave boy. In prison, the other men used him as a whore, which in the end proved to be his salvation, he explained. An American soldier decided to "interrogate" Ahmet, and paid him with a blackened penny for a blow job.
"Then, he started to change while I sucked him. It was strange. He had a big dick for an American, and it was cut like a Jew's, but he wore a cross around his neck, so I don't think he was Jewish. As I sucked him, his member swelled to eight inches, and then started to shrink as it got rock hard. I could feel the foreskin rubbing against my lips, but I knew there hadn't been one before. The whole time the soldier kept his eyes shut, and calling to some woman named Betty. The six foot white soldier dropped to 5' 7" and changed from blond to black haired. His penis even changed taste, the one that had been stuck in was clean and tasted of soap. The taste turned salty, gritty, and dirty--like it was covered with sand and old cum. He exploded in my mouth, and then started to change back into the blonde man, but he was screaming and cursing at me. The soldier kept rubbing his hands over his smooth chest, demanding to know what happened to his "furry" chest. He wanted to know how I'd transported him from the line to this prison. He asked if we had a transporter, and that he didn't care what I did, he would never betray his country. He thought he was my prisoner!" narrated the earnest sounding man. Pete Parkhurst listened with rapt attention.
"An hour later, I was in front of Major Jeremy Raines being interrogated. In the course of the interview, I handed him the contents of my pockets including the black penny, and he gave them to an orderly to put in a manila envelope. The orderly left me alone with the major, as I was not perceived as a threat. Apparently, a number of men had swapped at the base, and he wanted me to explain what was happening to his troops. I told him what I witnessed, and had the disconcerting experience of watching the major shrink, while I found my clothing stretched tight by my own expanding body. It was an interesting exchange, as we transformed into each other, we described what we felt. I found myself dressed in the soldier's oversized uniform staring down at the major's body wearing my tight prison garb. His pants dropped to my ankles, I pulled them up to cover the nakedness, and watched as his pale skin darkened, and his body shrank. I could feel my own body expanding to fit his clothing. The major was remarking on how he felt so sore. One hand rubbed his throat, and the other reached under his buttocks. I quickly walked behind him, and pistol whipped him with his own gun before he could cry out.
"I personally escorted the prisoner back to the cells, and loudly instructed the captain of the guard to make arrangements to transfer him to a private cell, since he was a key informant. Needless to say, my old body was dead before sunset. I was fortunate to discover that the major was single, kept a detailed personal diary, and was due to complete his tour of reserve duty at the end of the month. I deduced that the body swaps had been caused by the black penny, since it was the only thing that I had in common with the soldier who changed while I sucked him, and the major whose body I now inhabit. I determined that there were several coins in the camp, and arranged to acquire them without touching them before I left the camp.
"As an American civilian, the major was employed as an accountant. I learnt that one of his clients was elderly, and dying, he said he'd pay a million dollars to have the body of 20 year old stud. I told him that it might be possible, in exchange for the money to give him possession of another body. He thought I was mad, but I arranged a demonstration. At that was how I made my first million, by renting out this penny," finished the narrator holding up a plastic cased blackened penny.
Parkhurst reached for it. But the man snatched it away.
"Not until everything is arranged, Mr. Parkhurst. You would not like to find yourself penniless would you. First, you must arrange to transfer your assets, so that the new you can use them. You are an intelligent man, and I will leave the arrangements to you. When you are ready to rent the coin, contact me at this number, and after I receive the million dollars, you will receive the coin.
"What assurance do I have that this story is true? And even if it is, how would I know that you aren't using a counterfeit coin?"
"An escrow account may be set up for an additional $25,000, and it will hold two million dollars of your currency, until you return the coin. Then it will release the a million to me, and a million to the man delivering the coin. That man will presumably be you in your new body. I use the bank across the street," Ahmet said nodding out the hotel bar's window.
"How did you decide to offer me this deal?" Parkhurst asked.
"I overheard a couple of doctors in the steam room. One commented that the latest graft hadn't taken, and the other said that your case was hopeless. I figured that you would be amenable to staying in the game as it were," Ahmet smiled.
So did Peter Parkhurst. Ahmet had gotten it wrong, he wasn't terminal, just his scalp was terminal as far as hair grafts were concerned. Still Parkhurst was passed his prime, and had already negotiated a pay cut for the coming hockey season. He wouldn't mind having the healthy body of a twenty year old. Especially, that hot new Canadian player Andre Le Fleur. That kid had potential. With Parkhurst's knowledge and experience, Le Fleur could be the next Gretzky.
The monies were placed in escrow at the bank, and a messenger delivered the plastic cased penny to Peter Parkhurst's penthouse apartment. In the locker room, Peter got into Andre's locker, and replaced one of the pennies in Andre's penny loafers with the black penny.
Andy was thrilled to be playing on the same team with the Puckmaster Peter Parkhurst. He clearly idolized the older player. He'd grown up cheering the Puckmaster, and now he actually shared the ice with the legend. Andy was an orphan, and hockey had been his ticket out of Canada and into the United States. He wanted nothing more than to become a US citizen. If he succeeded at hockey, he might just be able to achieve that dream.
At practice, Andy had speed and strength, but was outmaneuvered by the more experienced players. Sweaty and exhausted, he stood in front of his locker stripping for his shower, when his hero put a hand on Andy's shoulder.
"Hey, kid, you've got a lot of spirit, but you were unlucky today. I noticed before practice that only one of the pennies in your shoes was shiny. Here's a shiny new penny for good luck. Replace the black penny with this one, and I bet you'll play like a new man tomorrow," Parkhurst said handing Andre a new penny. He was glad that he was still wearing his cup, or Andy might notice that Peter Parkhurst was getting an erection because of his young team mate and the plan that he'd just set in motion.
"Thanks, Pete," gushed Andy, "I'm sure I play better tomorrow!" He kissed the penny, and pulled his loafers out of his locker. He took the black penny out and set it on the bench, and inserted the shiny new penny that Parkhurst had given him into his shoe. He finished stripping, and headed to the showers.
Parkhurst flagged down one of the trainers, and handed him the plastic case that the penny had been delivered inside. He asked Tom to pick up the black "lucky" penny that Parkhurst had just given Le Fleur, and to put it back in its case, and to put it in Le Fleur's locker. He emphasized that the new kid needed all the luck he could get. The moment Tom touched the penny, Pete could feel the change begin.
Standing holding his jersey, and wearing his pants, and socks, Peter Parkhurst watched the hairs on his chest begin to be reabsorbed into his skin. He could see his abs becoming more defined, and his jockstrap suddenly seemed a lot tighter. He ran his fingers through his hair, it was definitely thicker.
Andy was startled to feel hairs growing on his chest as he lathered up. Alone in the corner of the shower facing the corner, he began to jack off. He reached down to clean his foreskin as his monster started to swell, and gasped as he found it was missing. Soap was getting in his eyes, so Andy stuck his head under the showerhead to wash the shampoo out of his hair, and to clean out his eyes. He was startled again to feel a definite bald spot as he ran his fingers through his hair.
He opened his eyes, and took a step backward. He was in the locker room. He looked down at his smooth chest, and noticed he was still sweaty and wearing his pants. He should have been clean and wet. He undid his pants to see whether or not he still had a foreskin. As he unlaced the trousers, he saw his abs diminish, and a covering of tiny hairs emerged on his abdomen and chest. He gasped as his torso looked just like his hero Parkhurst's. He started to lower his unlaced pants.
Andy couldn't believe his good luck, as he eyed, the American flag on Pete's jockstrap--well, now his jockstrap. He knew that Pete Parkhurst was a sports legend, a millionaire twenty times over, and a U. S. citizen. So what if his penis was two or three inches shorter, and circumcised, the dude had a dozen hot young groupies waiting for sex after ever match. And a half dozen waiting after practices, so what if it was smaller it would get a lot more action than Andre ever had. Sure, when he was in his own body, he was younger, and had a lot of potential, but he also could get hurt, and end up selling insurance in Quebec.
Pete Parkhurst stood in Andre's young body wearing only a towel admiring his half dressed old body. He felt a great sense of power knowing that the new "Peter" would need his help to survive. He wouldn't even know the security code to get into Peter's apartment, let alone his "PIN" numbers. Right now Andre probably thought he was in the body of a multimillionaire, but Pete had planned this out very carefully. Pete had transferred most of his assets to overseas bank accounts accessible via secret pass code numbers only, so Pete only had $20,000 in his local bank account, received a $28,000 monthly pay check after taxes, and owed creditors monthly payments of $39,000. So in about a month, "Peter" would be in financial straits, and ready to become "Andre's" slave boy. Pete's lusty thoughts of fucking his old body with Andre's 10 inch tool caused a bulge to appear against his towel, and a tight-lipped smile to grace "Andre's" face.
END