Jockmaster Mark (body swap)

It’s not easy being the coach. Especially when you’re only five years older than some of your players. The swaggering 6’5” tall blond basketball center walked into Mark’s tiny office.

“You wannad to see me, Marky?” said Jake.

Mark had his back to the door working at his desk crammed in the corner. The three assistant coaches shared the seven by five foot office, so the space was usually tight. But thanks to scheduling, rarely were more than two in the office at a time. This time Mark was alone.

He spun around in his desk chair, his knees grazed against the player’s hairy shins.

“That’s Coach Mark, Jakey--” Mark replied. He stopped short as he found himself facing Jake’s naked semi-hard cockhead inches from his face.

“I call it “Jakey,” too, Coach. When you’re done talking to my dick, Jake’s up here waiting to find out what you want. And don’t spend to much time with my cock, coach, I got a date, and I really need to shower,” Jake laughed raising his right arm and sniffing his own armpit, “I really need to shower.”

Mark took a deep breath controlling his anger at the young stud, and his attraction to him. Good thing he was wearing a jockstrap. He stood up pressing his clothed 5’9” frame against the 6’5” naked jock. Jake didn’t even give an inch.

“Yes, Jake, have a seat,” the coach said.

“That’s okay, I prefer standing, and I’m sure this won’t take too long,” Jake said as his hardening cock was pressed into the coach’s torso. He knew he was leaking precum, and would leave a shiny slimy spot on the coach’s shirt. “It’ll be faster if you sit back down and open wide. Come on, coach, you and I both know you want to suck me dry.”

Mark ran his tongue over his lips.

“Jake, you’re here because you’ve been letting your academics slip. I’ve been informed that NCAA rules require me to bench you unless you bring your marks up. You’ve got two tests before the game on Friday, and I’ll help you bone up on those subjects so you can pass those tests.”

“Help me bone up? Yeah, I guess you’re pretty good at that, aren’t you, marky,” sneered Jake, bending his knees to allow his erection to pop straight up. A string of precum streaked across Mark’s shirt and flew up in the air connecting to the underside of Coach Mark’s chin. “Tell ya what, coach, you take the tests for me, and I play on Friday. I really hate studying, and I know you’re into that gay body swap shit--hehe, I “borrowed” your laptop after the last game to check my emails, and you know you really should erase your browser history, and shouldn’t save your passwords,” Jake explained.

The coach’s shoulders slumped. He dropped back in his seat. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jake took the opportunity to shove his cock in the coach’s mouth. Then he began fucking marky’s face. Mark didn’t spill a drop. Jake moaned and pulled out with a big smirk on his face.

“Heh, heh, guess it didn’t work, coach. I felt for a minute like you really were sucking my soul right out of your body, but I’m still all here. Guess, you’ll have to find another way for me to pass my Spanish and Math tests,” he chuckled, “Well, I’m hitting the showers, and you may want to gargle with mouthwash, cumbreath.”

Jake turned around and scratched his ass as he left the coach’s office and headed to the showers.

Mark glared after the arrogant hotshot, then he opened his drawer and spat the young jock’s cum into an empty coffee cup. He got up and headed down the hall. Jorge was the wimpy 5’ 4” 140 lb 35 year old illegal alien who was wringing out a mop in the janitor’s closet. Mark had been teaching Jorge English and Math for the last few months.

“Jorge, I think I’ve just figured out how to get you permanent citizenship, plus benefits. Put that mop down and come with me,” Mark said.

It took Jorge a moment to figure out the gist of what Mark said, and then dropped the mop, “Si, Senor Marco!” he exclaimed with excitement. He ran on his stumpy legs to catch up with the coach.

“Here we go, Jorge, you’re going up in the world,” Mark said grinning as he held up the mug of Jake’s cum. He pulled a phial of magenta liquid out of his drawer and poured a measured amount into mug. He then took an ancient looking small portable native figurine out his drawer. He stuck some herbs into small urn in the figure’s lap. He lit the herbs, and began to recite the incantation that small wizened Navajo trader had given him years back after reading his stories on the web.

Jorge moved nervously back and forth, as Mark held the mug over the rising incense smoke. Mark turned and ordered, “Drink this, Jorge, all of it!”

It tasted bittersweet, and was kind of slimy, but Jorge drank it all. Mark smiled smugly, and sat down in his chair, and pulled out the phone book. Jorge stood there with a queasy feeling in his stomach. He moved back and forth as he heard his muscles and joints snap and pop. He stretched and suddenly found his trousers drop around his ankles. He stared at his hairy short dark brown arms, about a third of the hairs were turning golden at their roots, and the other two-thirds were being reabsorbed into his lightening skin.

Jake was shampooing his hair when he started to shrink. His eyes were closed, but he felt the spray of the shower head rising up his neck and spraying the back of his head before he was ready. He reached up blindly as soap suds trickled over his face to adjust the shower head.

Mark keyed the phone number he’d found in the phone book. He looked at the transforming Guatemalan standing behind him, and said, “Jorge, close the door and take a look in the mirror on the back of the door.”

As Jorge gasped seeing his features changing, Mark spoke into the phone, “Hello, I.C.E.? Yes, we have an illegal alien here at the campus, I saw him naked in the student showers behaving strangely, I think he may be on drugs, and violent. Can you send some men over right away? Oh, you’ll call the cops and send your agents too? That’s great! We really appreciate your help.”

“Well, Jake, how do you like your new body?” Mark asked.

“I am Jake! And I speak proper English, but I’m still Jorge! I have all my memories. Y tambien hablo espanol. Que incredible!”

“Yeah, it’s incredible, but save the Spanish for your Spanish class. Now let’s get you some proper clothes, and watch the fireworks when the cops haul away you’re old raving body. If I know jakey he’ll be raging like a lunatic,” Mark said with a grin. He reached up and patted the new Jake on his shoulder. “I think I’ve got some gym clothes here that will fit you, then I’ll get you the combo to Jake’s locker.”

“Just get me some shorts, Coach Mark, I just remembered his combo is 6-18-45,” Jake said, “make that my combo. Thanks, Mark, how can I repay you?”

“Oh, I’ll think of a way, maybe make me your manager when you go pro, Jake,” Coach Mark said.

“Okay, and more immediately, maybe I can give you a blow job?”

“Sure thing, but later, right now I really want to see the expression on Jorge’s face when they take him to deportation. Won’t that be great!”

“I guess it’ll be pretty humiliating for the vain jock boy to be hauled away naked in the body of an overweight short wetback, who’s got three testicles.”

“Always said you had balls, Jor-I mean, Jake,” Mark said tossing him some shorts.

“Whoa this cock is three times bigger than my old one, poor Jorge!” laughed Jake as he changed.

In the shower room, Jake had just rinsed off the suds, and opened his eyes, and stared at the brown stubby fingers in front of his face. He looked around the shower room, it looked suddenly bigger. The ceiling was too high, so were the wall fixtures. He was a foot shorter, and his body itched. He was so hairy and fat. His hands explored his new body.

“Dios mio!” he gasped. “Que es? No, hablo espanol! Pero no soy un gringo! Que possible? Marco!” He concentrated, and managed to rediscover his English language skills, but it was like his second language now. “How dare marky do this to me!” he raged with a pitiful Latin American accent.

He left the water running and stalking dripping wet down the corridor to where he saw Coach Mark and his old body exiting Mark’s office. Police sirens could be heard approaching too, but that meant nothing to the new Jorge.

“Hi, Jorge,” Mark said, “I figured out how Jake can pass his Spanish test.” He winked wickedly and put his arm around the new Jake.

“Fuck,” Jorge looked down at his body and stole a glance in one of the mirrors on the end of the rows of lockers. He gasped and touched his face, “Me cambias? You changed me? You changed me into that cock sucking wet back Jorge!”

Jorge clenched his fists and stomped toward Jake and Mark, “Change me back or I’ll beat you to a pulp!” he shouted.

“Freeze, mister!” shouted a voice from behind Jorge.

“This doesn’t concern you!” Jorge called back over his shoulder.

“Yes, it does we’re the police. Now lie flat on the ground, and make no sudden moves,” the voice ordered.

“Policia?” Jorge spun around on his feet and took a step toward the cops. They could help him get his body back, he thought. The two metal prongs of the taser gun buried themselves in Jorge’s hairy man boobs. There was an electrical noise, and Jorge’s body spasmed uncontrollably. The locker room was filled with the smell of burning wet hair.

As Jorge regained consciousness, he realized his raging hard-on was shorter than his former cock when it was flaccid. His arms had been jammed into the sleeves of a straightjacket which the cops were now securing behind his back. He gasped as the straps were run between hislegs and up his butt crack. Jorge screamed as one of his three testicles was caught in the strap as it was tightened. He was so embarrassed as he came. It didn’t spurt across his torso. The pool of cum just oozed in a puddle below his dripping cock. He closed his eyes and found himself looking lustily at his old body. He wished he could cover himself or wipe the cum away, as he was rolled passed his former team mates and then passed a group of cheerleaders. His cock finally started to shrink.

Mark grinned as they strapped the straight-jacketed Guatemalan to a gurney. He was headed to the hospital prior to deportation. He looked furious and terrified as the paramedics wheeled him away. Jake’s former body stood there with his arm draped over Mark’s shoulder. Bodyswapping worked, but who would believe a short-smelly illegal alien homo?

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