Becoming Hugh (body swap ap ar)

I had finally saved up enough money to buy a house. I was 28 years old and my job was going well. I was a buyer for a large department store chain and traveled around the country and the world looking for new styles in men’s suits and accessories. Because of my job, I got to wear the latest men’s fashions and because I had an athletic body, I always looked pretty good.

The house I bought was in the suburbs, but it was my choice to live out from the downtown area in which I worked. Driving home now was a treat and when I pulled into the driveway it seemed that all the troubles of the day had left me and I was finally at my sanctuary.

After a few weeks of commuting and enjoying my routine, I happened to run into my neighbor to the south, who like me commuted to the city each day. It was on a day that my car was having problems that I got to know Hugh for the first time, and I was able to get a ride into the city with him that day. As I found out, his office building was just down the street from mine and while we drove in to the city we got to know each other better and it was decided that for a nominal fee I could car pool with him and save money.

Hugh De Fonso was his name, a middle aged half-Italian and half-Russian guy who seems to have kept himself in shape and at his age he looked pretty sharp in his suit and tie. He kept his focus on his appearance, which for some guys seems to be less and less a priority when they reach their late 40’s and early 50’s. Hugh was a salesman for a jewelry exchange, and also traveled a lot. He handled very expensive diamonds and would go to perspective clients’ offices and homes to show them. If I knew anything about sales it was that looking good always helped when making a sale.

Because I was in the business I was in, it didn’t take long for us to discuss our wardrobes and the kind of clothes we liked. In fact the first trip to the city brought us very close and I liked that he dressed nicely and found out that his suit size was the same as mine along with his waist size and shoe size. We went right down the list as we commented on each other’s clothing choices and I was impressed with his knowledge of the styles and designers around the world.

So from the day forward it was Hugh and I heading to work in the morning and some days we would even color coordinate our suits and shirts and it made each day more fun as he fought the inbound commuter traffic.

Hugh was so conscious of his appearance, that he always kept two spare suits and a complete change of clothes hanging in the back seat of his car. Hugh was prepared for any emergency and one morning I was to be at an important meeting at work and I had to avail myself of Hugh’s emergency wardrobe. As we entered the freeway, I was sipping on my morning coffee and because of an accident several cars ahead, Hugh had to slam on his breaks. My morning coffee went all over me staining my shirt, tie, suit jacket and slacks. Hugh was totally apologetic even if it wasn’t really his fault, but because he had a selection of clothes in the back, I was saved. “Pick out whatever you like.” He said as we got into the thick of traffic. I of course chose the most expensive suit and accessories I could find and I began to change clothes right there in his car.

Although we had become close, I had never undressed in front of him and taking off my clothes and revealing the style of underwear I used and how my genitals filled the pouch were going to be a first for Hugh. I carefully took my slacks off and then my shirt and I was sitting there in just my Perry Ellis boxer briefs.

“Nice body!” he remarked as I sat there preparing to put on his clothes.

“Oh thanks man,” I said trying not to bring attention to my tenting underwear.

I got the shirt on and buttoned up then slid up the slacks and noticed Hugh watching my pouch disappear as I brought them up to my waist. Before long I was putting on his tie and then his jacket and I was whole again. “Dang, you have fine taste Hugh, and you obviously wear my size”. Hugh’s clothes fit me like they were mine and he had saved the day for me. My meeting was a success and I even got commented on the suit I was wearing, which by the way was not one of the brands our chain sold.

On the way home that evening, Hugh and I decided that we should both keep spare clothes in his car and in fact we decided to use the same dry cleaner. I could tell by looking at Hugh that he was excited about the fact I was wearing his clothes and I supposed that he had thought about that all day. I had no idea of Hugh’s sexual preferences, but I knew he like to look good like I did and he could very well have been bisexual.

As time went on, Hugh and I were actually swapping clothes, mixing our suits and accessories as we tried to please each other and to look the best we could. Over time, Hugh was buying his suits from my chain and at a discount since I got the clothing at below wholesale prices. We were also beginning to use the same hair stylist and we also began growing similar goatees and were looking more and more like twins.

Even though there was a difference in our ages, twenty years to be exact, we were in a constant contest to see who could look the sharpest. Sometimes Hugh would change his appearance and try to look younger, styling his hair differently and using highlights and I would try to look more his age and wear my hair in a more conservative style. Before long it seemed like Hugh was trying to be me and I was trying to be him and we were both trying to act like each other. I thought it neat to compete with him this way, I liked how he looked and he seemed to carry his age well and I would have taken on his physical features because of it.

Our game seemed to move into our personal lives as Hugh began to want to socialize with me and my young friends from time to time, and I was finding Hugh’s friends interesting as well. At times, both our friends thought that we could be brothers or cousins and it also seemed possible that we could simply show up as each other and fit into each other’s crowd.

As our desire to be each other continued, we were finding ourselves sleeping in each other’s beds and the relationship was getting to be a serious male to male sexual exchange with the focus being that each one wanted to be part of the other.

Hugh had been working out feverishly to get his body up to my young athletic standards, hoping that would somehow help his mission to assume my body and life. I was having serious fantasies about being him and taking over his job and life and for a time we were secretly doing all we could to make that happen.

It came to head one night while Hugh and I were relaxing while watching a movie together in just our underwear. Hugh became insistent that we exchange underwear because that is the only part of our wardrobe we had not exchanged yet. Hugh came at me in a rather physical way trying to take my sexy boxer briefs off me and put his on me in exchange. I don’t know why I just didn’t go along with his idea, because I was kind of partial to my underwear being private, but Hugh and I were actually fighting on the floor as he insisted that we exchange them. The physical energy made us both incredibly sweaty and although I wasn’t going to give up with out a fight, Hugh made it a personal thing and began grinding his crotch into mine to cause us both to ejaculate. Now we were locked in a tight hold with our underwear drenched in sweat and cum and Hugh began shouting and was becoming abusive.

“I will have your underwear whether you approve or not!” he growled, then punched me in the gut till I was bent over in pain.

“What the fuck!” I shouted holding my stomach tight. “Fuck man, is there nothing sacred here- if you want to swap underwear then fuck lets do it, but dude I think your crossing the line!”

Hugh stood up and slid his boxer briefs off feeling his graying pubes pull out of his ball sacs and stick to the creamy deposits that lined his inner pouch. I made my way to my feet and did the same and handed him mine that were equally as stained and sticky. “Here you bastard!” “Enjoy them!” I said.

Hugh feverishly slid them up over his cum coated cock and balls and then squeezed his genitals into my drenched pouch and proclaimed victory. I pulled on his to make him happy then sought relief from my pain lying on the couch.

The pain in my stomach seemed to be subsiding a bit as I tried to understand what sense this whole episode made and how it would change our relationship. I wanted to be Hugh and he wanted to be me, that was common knowledge. But it was a fantasy that we had and we had played the game the best way we knew how, but Hugh was becoming very anal about it and was determined that it would happen and trading underwear was the key to making it happen.

As I watched Hugh get dressed in the rest of my clothes to complete his desire, I wondered what would be next if this didn’t work? Would we be transfusing blood between us?

Standing in front of the mirror in the hallway, Hugh kept repeating my name and rubbing his crotch, demanding that he become me through whatever means possible. “I will become you!” he shouted like a mad man and even swore he would give up his soul to make it happen. It was all too creepy a scene and I just turned to cover my ears hoping he would come to his senses and accept reality. We had accomplished every aspect of becoming each other with out actually swapping bodies and for me that was real enough, but not for Hugh.

After a while there was silence and I became scared that he had done something stupid and got up to see what he was doing. As I approached the hallway I could see his silhouette against the pale light from the bedroom and it looked as if he was not alone. “Hugh” I shouted to get his attention, but he did not respond. Just then there was a flash in front of where he was standing and he began to howl like animal. I wanted to go see what had happened but my body was frozen in place and every inch of my body was tingling like I was getting a rash. Then Hugh turned around and walked to where I was and out of the dim light came a man that looked exactly like me in every way. “Oh my God!” I shouted as I witnessed him now in my likeness.

“It has happened” he said. “Now it’s your turn” he said as he grabbed my hand and I was now able to walk. Down the hall into the darkness he led me and there where he was standing before was a dark figure of a man who I could not make out. “I am scared Hugh!” I said as he pushed my hand out to meet the shadowy figure. I then touched the thing and my body got cold.

“Just let go,” the dark figure demanded and chills got more intense as he squeezed his hand tighter around mine. “Ask and it will be yours” he went on and I knew what he wanted me to say. “Say it!” he said. Then the dark figure opened his mouth and let out a frigid breath of air and my skin was turning blue.

I was shivering as my blue lips tried to force out the words he was looking for. “What did you say?” he asked putting his ear up to my chattering teeth.

“I WANT TO BE HUGH!” I said now clasping my near frozen body and in an instant I got hot and was sweating as my body began to transform. My head was spinning as the change was taking over me and my mind was being filled with Hugh’s memories. I simply let go and began to shake as Hugh’s cum deposit in the underwear warmed up and formed a pool at the tip of my cock and was then drawn into me like a reverse ejaculation and I felt my ball sacs fill. My body turned towards the mirror and I was now Hugh totally.

From that moment on things were really exciting as I waited outside for my neighbor to join me on our commute to the city. The young kid of 28 always looked hot in his suit and tie and we seemed to compliment each other in style and looks. Being 20 years his elder seemed to be a barrier to us getting much closer. He had his life and I had mine- his friends were young and mine were nearing middle aged. Our conversations never got personal yet we did seem to admire each other’s good looks and choice of clothes.

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