What Goes Around
by purejetfuel
“Partner.” He liked how that sounded as Jack held a Champagne flute above his head while surveying the room of on wishers. At 32, Jack was the youngest associate to be made partner – he loved that more than the fact he had actually got the promotion.
He stood on one of the office chairs, to the chants of his colleagues.
“Speech! Speech! Speech!”
“All right, all right,” he said waving his hands to calm down the crowd and spilt Champagne on his suit. The room calmed.
“I only have one thing to say, and that is I feel sorry for the poor bastards that were up against me!” Once again the room erupted into cheers and laughter. Jack dismounted the chair picked up the bottle of Champagne and triumphantly drunk.
As the room emptied, Jack shook hands with random people who knew more about him than he knew about them; that is until Oliver came over. Oliver was in his late 30’s, from Italian decent. He was a similar height to Jack and a similar build but looked much older, with a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, little definition, dark brown short cropped hair with thinning temples and a definite bald patch developing on top. Modern thick black glasses framed Oliver’s face, Jack had often joked they made him look like old art student.
“Quite a party?”
“Yeah, it was arranged by Julie in Litigation” Chirped Jack, giving a hand gesture that Oliver took to mean she was hot.
“J u l i a – Julia,” corrected Oliver. “Gees she’s only been here for eight years”.
“Insignificant details my friend, always somehow missing the point, eh Oliver. Better luck next time on getting Partner.” He smirked “Oh yeah, this was your last chance, three years running and never got it; always the bridesmaid?”
Oliver’s face forcibly cracked a smile and reached out his right hand to shake Jack’s. As they shook hands Oliver interjected.
“Well, congratulations – you certainly got what you deserved, I just hope you can live up to it?”
Jack and Oliver were now alone, the last of the well wishes had disappeared to Walter’s, the bar around the corner. Jack suddenly felt uncomfortable; Oliver’s creepy stare with those beady eyes and the handshake that took just a little too long. Jack pulled away, Oliver smiled a knowing smile and left.
“Freak” mumbled Jack
Jack and Oliver had a strong mutual dislike for each other; Jack hated that Oliver was one of those slightly effeminate gay guys, too militant about his sexuality and too concerned with doing the ‘right thing’. Oliver hated Jacks arrogance, his inability to tell the truth and the fact that he was a manipulative bastard.
Oliver had been the number one contender for the position and although he was a better lawyer, Jack was much more cunning. The firm, whilst “an equal opportunities employer” was conservative. The managing partners knew that Oliver was gay but he kept it well enough hidden to prevent it being an issue. This was until Jack had persuaded one of his college friends and one of Oliver’s clients to complain to the firm that Oliver had propositioned him during one of their client meetings. This was enough to remove the competitor; Oliver had been lucky to keep his job. This is how Jack worked; he used other people’s ideas, work and then turn it against them - the perfect lawyer.
Jack arrived home about seven thirty, walked into the stark modern kitchen of his Dockland’s apartment and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. He leaned against the kitchen cupboard, staring at the view across the wharf, sweeping his hand through his floppy blond hair. He took a drink from the bottle, stretching the skin over his solid jaw line, his Adams Apple jumping with each gulp.
He looked at his watch; Tina would be arriving in an hour, just enough time to go for a quick run. In the bedroom, he stripped out of his work clothes; naked you could see Jack’s sleek defined runners build, not an ounce of fat or body hair, he trimmed the little bit of blond hair under his arms and on his groin. He slid on a pair black, tight Lycra running shorts, which clung to his cock and balls. Normally, he would have put a pair of lose shorts over the top but today he wanted to show off what he had – He was a partner after all! He threw on a lose t-shirt and grabbed his IPod, left the apartment and embraced the cool evening air.
On his return, he found Tina stood at his apartment door.
“I’ve been stood here for nearly 20 minutes, where the fuck have you been?” she scowled.
“Sorry Peach, I just got running and couldn’t stop” gasped Jack leaning against the wall, the neck of his t-shirt hanging low, wet with sweat. After gathering his breath he opened the door, allowing Tina to walk in before him.
He shut the door and leaned forward to kiss her but she pushed him away “Shower, now!” she ordered.
“Yes Miss!” he responded, removing his t-shirt and walking into the bathroom.
“I’ll prepare us something to eat. Don’t forget I’m at my sisters until Sunday so you’re gonna have to satisfy me tonight” came mumbled words through the bathroom door. “Tonight you get shagged by a partner” he retorted.
He removed his shoes and stood looking at his reflection in the Lycra shorts; they made his package look so much bigger and with this thought his cock snaked down his left leg. He turned on the shower, the steam clouding his image in the mirror. He pulled down his running shorts allowing his cock to bounce free. He stepped into the shower and squirted some shower gel into his hands, running his left hand over his hard chest and his right around his balls and cock. He used the lubrication of the gel to slide his hand up and down his shaft, swirling his thumb around the head of his circumcised cock, the slit at the end winking in affirmation.
“Are you going to be long? I’ve heated up last nights Chinese”
Jack jumped, snapping back to the moment. “Two minutes!” Jack shouted, giving his cock one last rub “I’ll save you for Tina” he whispered.
After he dried off, he pulled on a pair of lose fitting boxer shorts but as they reached over his semi-erect penis be noticed a few dark brown hairs in his groin. He rubbed them with his hand thinking they were threads of the brown towel but they did not fall off. He plucked at one but they were attached. How bizarre?
The meal was short for two reasons; firstly, last night’s Chinese involved half a carton of fried rice and a quarter of a portion of beef in black bean sauce. Secondly, Tina wanted sex.
“Here’s to you Partner” toasted Tina with a half empty bottle of Stella “Now sex me!” she stood up and led him by the hand into the bedroom.
“Now pace yourself, I want this to last” she ordered as her skirt fell to the floor. Jack watched with intent, she turned smiled and said “What you thinking?”
Without skipping a beat “I was wondering how you could wear that skirt with those shoes?” Jack bitched, then stopped, confused by his own words. Tina laughed, “You may have to spank me?” she replied as she pushed him back on to the bed and pulled off his boxers.
She started to play with his cock as she kissed his chest, her perfume strong in his nostrils. Jack moaned as she played with his limp cock but soon realised that nothing was happening. He moved his hand down to join hers and his other to her breasts, rolling her over on to her back; still nothing happened. He seemed confused and thought back to the shower and how he had looked in the Lycra shorts. His penis started to respond.
The foreplay seemed an eternity in his mind, it was a difficult to stay hard; and finally when the sex began he went totally soft.
“Is it the stress of your new job? You are never like this, in fact quite the opposite” Tina sympathised. Embarrassed, Jack tried to make up unconvincing apologies about being tired and about the stress of his new job. He kissed her goodnight, rolled over and faked sleep as she stroked his hair.
Jack woke up with Tina stood over him with a tray of food. “You were so umm, well, tired last night that I thought you might need a treat.” Jack sat up in bed as she lowered the tray on his lap. He smiled and apologised again for his performance the previous night.
“I’ve got to go, early meeting. I guess I will see you on Monday night?” she said making her way to the door “I’m learning all sorts of things about you ‘Mr Metro sexual’ all this time I thought you were naturally hairless, when all along you waxed your chest; would never have thought it would be dark brown. Oh my god, don’t tell me you’re not a natural blond! See ya” she closed the door behind her.
What the hell was she talking about thought Jack as he looked at his chest. Shit, she was right he jumped out of bed knocking the breakfast all over the duvet. He ran to the mirror, sure enough there were small dark brown hairs about a centimetre long growing between and underneath his pecks, down to his belly button and to his groin. He slowly lowered his boxer shorts and his pubic hair was now dark brown, about the same length as his chest. This couldn’t be happening, he came from good Scandinavian stock.
He went straight to the bathroom and carefully shaved his chest and stomach; by the time he got to his groin he was so painfully hard that he had to wank off. As he did he tried to think of Tina but his mind kept drifting back to his own body in his running shorts; as he shot his load he called out Oliver’s name. He stood stunned, watching his cum run down the bathroom tiles. Why had he just shouted Oliver at the point of climax? What was that smell? It smelt like musty locker rooms, men and sex.
Shit, Jack looked at his watch, he was going to be late for work - not a good move for the first day as a Partner. As he dressed he put on his favourite black suit, although he felt the trousers were a little snug on the waste and around his arse but they really did wonders for his package. Next he put on a Paul Smith dress shirt, it was fitted in all the right places and showed off his lean runners shape. His tie was a more difficult choice, all his ties were grey, silver black; so very drab. Then he remembered the tie he had bought for his sisters wedding, orange and lime green. Sometimes one needed a little colour, he thought to himself as he left the apartment.
The day went with a whirl and by lunchtime he had done more work than he had done in a week. He felt invigorated, vibrant and sharp; decisions came easily and they were based on reasoned fact. The promotion was doing him good!
About five thirty he walked to the secretary’s pool passing Oliver’s office. It was the first time that Jack had seen him flustered with briefs flowing off the edge of the desk. Jack paused and watched, he felt a sensation in his groin building, he had to adjust his trousers, and god they were tight. As he looked up again Oliver was looking back, Oliver smiled; Jack felt himself blushing and walked away, slightly bent so not to show his erection. Oliver laughed.
Jack was finishing up for the weekend when Susan popped her head around the door. “Me and some of the interns are heading down to Walter’s for a weekend drink. We thought it might be fun to ask along the new Partner?”
“Awesome, I so badly need a drink” leapt from Jacks mouth in a camp whine.
“Dude, be cool – see you there”
Jack walked into Walter’s and surveyed the bar, he was having problems seeing things in the distance and could not make out if the interns were at the back of the bar. He thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with the interns; they were so ambitious and prepared to do anything to get on. He usually sat with the girls and took one home if Tina was not around; tonight he may do the same.
As he continued to focus on the back of the room a young man in his mid twenties came up to him.
“Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m Andy, come and join us we are over here; we’ve been waving at you, you blind sod”
Andy led Jack over to the table with all the blokes. He wanted to be with the birds but Andy had bought him a beer and it seemed rude. The conversation around the table was all about law and who was right, at one heated point Jack interjected with “Boys, I can smell the testosterone from here” he said wafting his hand, rolling his eyes and crossing his legs. The table ruptured in roars of laughter, embarrassed Jack joined in with the laughter. Andy patted him on his back and offered to get him another drink. “Get me a Cosmo” said Jack “Andy winked “Sure Dude!” and returned with a pint of Stella.
As the evening progressed the beer flowed and Jack became intoxicated, bloated and could not stop itching his chest and stomach. One by one the interns started to leave, when finally the three remaining, including Andy decided to go to a club. They asked if Jack wanted to go but he turned them down, he would finish this pint and go home.
As the guys stood up and started putting on their coats, Jack was filled with a deep emptiness. Andy leaned over “Are you sure you are not going to join us? It could be fun?”
“Thanks, I’ll hang here for a bit” he paused “You could stay here and have another drink with me?”
Andy looked at his mates and then at Jack “Do you want me to stay?”
“Yes” said Jack “I’ll go get the drinks in?”
“Sure” nodded Andy, putting a hand on Jack’s knee, sending butterflies to his stomach.
Over the next hour the two chatted about nothing in particular until Andy asked, “So, the guys and I have this bet that you’re gay? Are we right? I wont tell them if you don’t want me too”
“What? What makes you think that?” replied Jack defensively, his eyes doing anything but look at Andy.
“Well, it is the first time that I have really spoken to you and you are so camp. Also you have been coming on to me all night and then you asked me to stay with you” said Andy placing his hand on jack’s thigh.
“No, no you are mistaken. I’m not gay.” protested Jack but he really did feel attracted to Andy and the evident bulge in his trousers was betraying him.
“OK. So why have you not removed my hand from your thigh?” asked Andy sliding it up towards Jacks groin.
Jack stood up, almost unsettling the table. “I, I’ve got to go to the bathroom”
He staggered to the toilet and found the bathroom empty and he stood in front of the washbasin and turned on the tap, cupping water into his hands and splashing his face. His mind, numbed by the alcohol he tied to reason with what had just happened. Men had hit him on before but this was different, his body was defying him by responding. He looked up into the mirror and had to take a second look; the reflection in the mirror was a blond haired man with heavy dark stubble and crows feet spreading from either eye. What had happened to him, he raised his hands to his face to validate what he was seeing but the hands that met his gaze where not his own, they had soft brown hairs growing on them, stretching from his little finger diagonally across his hand.
“So this is where you are?” Jack’s raised his eyes to see Andy’s reflection in the mirror.
“I, I was…” stammered Jack, trying to defend something but not sure what?
“Enough talk” instructed Andy, dragging Jack by the hand into a stall adjacent to the urinals; Andy locked the door, as Jack tried to protest. “Come on Partner, let’s see what you got?” Smiled Andy, pushing Jack against the cubical wall, holding his head with his hands, planting a long deep kiss on Jack.
Jack grimaced but could not believe the intensity of the kiss; Andy’s tongue reached deep into Jack’s mouth, initially meeting resistance from Jack’s tongue but intoxicated and flamed by a new passion it was soon dancing and twisting welcoming Andy’s advances, spurred as Andy rubbed Jacks cock through his tented trousers.
Jacks mind fought to reason his actions, losing thoughts in the passionate embrace; sure he had been kissed many times by girls but this was intense, forceful and masculine. He loved the way his lips were starting to burn from the friction of Andy’s stubble. And then it stopped.
Jack, suddenly brought back to the moment, opened his eyes “Why, Why did you stop?”
Andy smiled, kneeled down and undid Jack’s belt. “Let’s see what’s under these legal briefs?” He undid Jack’s trousers and unzipped the fly, folding the his pants outwards to reveal his light grey hipsters, damp where the head of Jack’s penis lay. With one slick move Andy pulled down his underwear, liberating Jack’s penis. Andy turned his head upwards to meet Jacks gaze “Nice” winked Andy. Jack saw a beauty in Andy’s eyes as he licked from the base of his penis up to the tip of his cock before engulfing it with his entire mouth.
Shudders of ecstasy registered in Jack’s brain as he moaned, eyes rolling back in his head. As Andy’s head bobbed under the tails of Jack shirt, expertly twisting his tongue around the head of Jacks penis, Jack grasped the toilet role holder, almost ripping it from the wall as he tried to maintain his stance.
Andy slowed the rhythm as he felt Jack’s penis harden and fill as he came close to orgasm. Jack noticing the rhythm change held Andy by the hair pushing him to maintain the stokes; finally Jack felt a weakness in his knees as the pressure built in his groin and with a audible whimper came in Andy’s mouth.
Andy slowly stood up and kissed Jack leaving the salty taste of his own cum in his mouth.
“Fuck, that was… was… so unreal” gasped Jack, his blond hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. “Oh my god! I’ve had loads of blow jobs from women but this was…”
“Women?” questioned Jack “You have been with a man before?”
“No, no I have never been attracted to men… but that was, was awesome”
“If you take me back to your place I can show you a whole lot more?”
Jack fumbled for words, he did not know what the hell was wrong with him but wanted to explore. “Sure, I think”
Jack and Andy hailed a taxi in the late evening rain, taillights and street lamps creating neon stripes in the puddles as jack stared out of the window. His thoughts broken only when Andy slipped his hand into Jacks, squeezing it slightly.
The coolness of the night air brought clarity to Jack, and the realisation of what he had just done. He was not gay but why was he holding a guys hand in the back of a taxi after being blown in a public toilet.
“Andy?” uttered jack, unable to make eye contact “I’m not sure if this is such a good idea; I’m not gay, I just...”
Andy cut across him “I understand this is a lot for you to take in” he place his other hand over Jacks “I really like you and I am prepared to wait, to help you through this”
Jack tried to respond “Its OK” reassured Andy.
Jack stood in the rain watching the taxi pull away. By the time he got to his apartment he was drenched. He pulled off his shirt and pants as he walked into the bathroom. He patted down his body with a towel; he looked in the mirror in disbelief at someone else’s body. Gone was the smooth Jack, replaced with an older looking poofy faced man with a dusting of brown hair on the top of his chest, arms and legs. The only sign of Jack was his brilliant blue eyes and mop of blond hair.
He felt sick, this was wrong on so many levels. Tomorrow morning he would go to see a doctor.
He awoke with a start, catching site of the clock; it was 14:15. He never slept in this late he thought as he stared out of the window, trying to piece together the events of the previous evening; it was all coming back with depressing clarity. He sat up on the edge of his bed and stared at his legs. They were covered with dark hair leaking from underneath his underwear down his legs to the edge of his ankles. His heart skipped a beat and his throat went dry.
“What the hell happened to my body?” he exclaimed, holding his hand to his throat to mask the effeminate sound that came out of his mouth.
He stood up in front of the full-length mirror opposite his bed, examining his body or the body that now encapsulated his being. The first thing that attracted his attention was how is cock and balls pulled down on his grey hipsters, dragging down the waistline; from which dark brown hair formed curls over the waistband of his underwear, flowing up his stomach over his belly button, up a treasure trail to his pecs, the barrels of his six pack accentuated by the swaths of hair. From the base of his pecks to his collar bone was covered in the same soft dark hair, only this time it was so thick that his skin was barely visible, thinning as it spread over each shoulder and as he twisted it ran down his back, thickening slightly. His face looked different, apart from the dark shadow of his beard, his face looked rounder and his chin dimpled. He stared into the eyes before him; they where brown – not blue, framed by a pair of dark eyebrows. He still had his floppy blond hair but as he ran his hand through he revealed dark routes with about two centimetres of growth. As his hand left his head so did a handful of blond hair, leaving a bald patch on top of his scalp. He held on to the clump of blond hair in front of him, following the hair on the back of his hands as it thickened up his arm, tufts like waves over his watch strap, thinning on his upper arm to meet with the hair on his shoulders.
With in trepidation he pulled down his hipsters to reveal a penis but not his. Firstly it was bigger, at least 8 inches soft and it was uncircumcised. He was going insane, he thought he was going to have a panic attack; it was like all the oxygen had left the room. He had to find a doctor immediately; grabbing a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt he headed for the door. As he opened it he found Andy poised to knock.
“Hi, I need to talk to you.” said Andy assertively, trying to hide his own nervousness.
“Now is not a good time” He said trying to push by Andy.
“It never will be” replied Andy holding onto his arm.
“Let go, I have to go to the doctors; this is very wrong”
“Doctors? Fuck! There is nothing wrong with you. What are you going to tell a doctor? Where will you find a doctor at this time on a Saturday?” Jack stopped and looked at Andy “Come on, let’s go in your apartment and talk about this?”
Andy followed Jack into the apartment. Over a pot of coffee the two talked, Jack explaining that he had changed - his body and mind was different. Andy sympathised, not fully understanding what jack was talking about, thinking it was some kind of metaphor for coming out.
Following a silent moment Andy took Jack’s hand and leaned over to kiss him Jack neither moved nor responded. Andy moved closer, placing his hand on Jack’s thigh and kissing him more intensely; this time Jack responded. Andy stood up and led Jack to the bedroom. “I’m going to show you another world.” promised Andy.
Andy sat on the bed and removed his clothes, save for his boxers; Jack’s eyes widened as he drinked in his body, smooth, young and slim. Jack removed his clothes and sat on the bed next to Andy, instigating a kiss that forced Andy to lie back on the bed; the two kissed, intertwining their bodies rolling passionately between the covers. Andy prized himself from Jack’s embrace and removed Jack’s underwear. “Now lets have a little fun” he smirked. He reached down and slowly placed his index finger into his arse, to Jack’s surprise. “Its OK” reassured Andy as he lifted Jacks head to kiss him, whilst stimulating his prostrate. Jack’s body jerked with pleasure as the stimulation increased to the point that he ejaculated, streaming cum across his hairy torso.
Andy gently laid down Jack’s head and smiled at him triumphantly. “How did you learn to do that?” Jack asked in disbelief. “Now it’s your turn” he said rolling Andy onto his back and removing his shorts. Intuitively, he sunk his mouth over Andy’s dick; his nose rubbing against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Jacks wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, stoking whilst his tongue teased the head. Jack could not believe how natural and exciting this felt and when he felt the warm, salty explosion in his mouth the sensation was not only erotic but familiar.
The two lay next to each other in the after glow, Andy stroking Jack’s hair. Noticing his dark brown routes he said, “Jack, I think you would look much sexier with brown hair, stop colouring it blond and why not go for a buzz cut instead of trying to hide your bald patch”
Jack was about to protest when Andy got up “Look I have to go; wanna get together tomorrow?”
Jack sat up on his elbows “Sure”.
After Andy had gone he went to the bathroom and stared at his hair in the mirror. He picked the clippers out of the draw and started to give himself a crew cut, his blond locks falling in to the sink. He looked at his reflection; the last of Jack had been removed.
His thoughts were broken by the doorbell, he thought it might be Andy; his cock stirred. Putting on his dressing gown he went and opened the door.
A familiar looking man pushed into the apartment. Jack looked at him, he knew him from somewhere; he was a tall and young with a defined jaw line and a blond crew cut – he looked like Jack.
“Oh my god, look at you?” exclaimed the stranger “You look confused my friend? Here try these it might help you see a little better” passing a pair of artsy thick rimmed glasses to Jack. Jack put them on and suddenly the room was crystal clear. “You are going to need these now, they suit you”
“What do you mean? Do you know what’s happening to me? Who are you?” Asked Jack
“Don’t you recognise me? Its Oliver?”
“But you look like, like me?”
“Yes, I am you; or will be! A friend of mine works with ancient curses and this is a simple body swap. Physically we swap but mentally we are the same people”
“This is impossible, it can’t be done?” quizzed Jack
“Well I’m no longer the balding furball, so something happened” He mocked. “This body is going to get me so much action down the gay bars, shame your dick is so small” he said removing his shirt. “In an hour or so the transformation will be complete and irreversible” he stroked his hand across his chest, the action making the few remaining hairs fall to the floor.
“Shit! Why? This explains why I have become attracted to men?” reasoned Jack.
“Because…. What did you say? It has made you gay? Oliver looked concerned
“Yes”
“Nonsense, it is only physical – it must be some latent homosexuality thing. OK, its now time for you to leave” Ordered Oliver, handing a set of car keys and a piece of paper to Jack.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“No, I’m out of your fucking mind! The piece of paper has the address of my house; your new home”
“I won’t go!” Jack defied.
“Leave or I will call building security – who do think they will believe? You or the person who looks and talks like Jack?”
Two months later New Jack was filling a cardboard box with his personal office effects. He looked exhausted, his blond hair had grown to his ears and the ends were split and damaged. His eyes were red from drink and lack of sleep and his once hard abs now covered with a tyre of fat. New Oliver walked into his office, his tailored suit showing his strong, muscled buffed body; his open necked shirt showing his closely cropped chest hair. He smiled through is goatee “So they fired you? I suppose you know they have made me, Oliver, Partner?”
New Jack seethed, almost unable to speak with anger. Over the previous two months New Jack had struggled in all aspects of his life as the physical transformation had been accompanied by some mental transformation. The two had swapped sexuality and mental capacity but their cunning and morals had remained the same. New Oliver was now sharp, smart and cunning, where as New Jack was not so bright and needed to do the right thing – he did not have the mental capacity to function as partner.
“This is not over, you may think it is but I swear,” threatened New Jack.
“Now Jack, as Darwin put it – It is not the strongest of the species that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”
END