Becoming Mark (body swap)
by zulator
As I sat in the terminal waiting for Flight 721 to announce the boarding sequence, I was taking my last sip of Starbucks coffee thinking of what was ahead for me when I got to Chicago. With my divorce now finalized, I wanted to reverse my vasectomy and see what else the doctors could do with my other male problems. I hadn't been able to sustain an erection in years, and it really didn't have an impact on where my marriage was going anyway, but I was going to be a new man now and I wanted what I had lost. A man in his early 40's shouldn't be having these problems, and the sooner I got myself fixed, the sooner I wanted to find a new relationship and have the children I never had in my former relationship.
My name was Roger Petensky. I was 42 years old; I stood 5'8" and had acquired a stately weight of 250 pounds. I knew I was pudgy, I had years of stress to swell to where I am now, and part of my mission to begin a new life was to lose the weight and change my lifestyle. One thing at a time, I thought, let's' get the equipment potent again first, then get it hard and then I will work on the body.
All this kept going through my mind as I sat there anxious to get on the plane and get this part of my life fixed. There was an announcement from the counter that all rows were boarding and I got up from my seat. My pants were slipping down from around my gut and I tried to pull them up as best I could without being noticed too much. I had become this very sloppy unkempt guy and I was tired of it. As the line grew to enter the plane, I could hear this ruckus down the hallway and the sound got louder and louder. As the sound became louder and understandable, it sounded like a group of kids cheering on another, and sure enough as this crowd of young college kids arrived at the gate, they were carrying this young jock kid, cheering him on. Once the young man was lowered, the all circled around him giving him a huge bear hug and then all said their goodbyes and waved. The young kid was about my height, wearing loose light tan way he was, his pants were hanging low and his tee shirt was riding high. I could see his underwear waistband and his stomach and the outline of the stomach muscles he had. They seemed to go with his young chiseled face, dark hair, broad shoulders, nicely shaped ass and strong muscular arms. Having been carried the pants almost gave the illusion he had an erection, you know that tented look, however it could have been the style of pants that gave me that impression. The tee shirt he was wearing caressed his muscular chest just right, showing the outline of his defined pectoral muscles, and he looked so handsome and sexual, and it wasn't just me who seemed to be noticing either, all eyes seemed to be on him.
Whew! I thought, what a hot kid, and what a contrast to what I had become. I tried not to stare any longer, the kid had totally humiliated me and he wasn't even trying. As I made it down the jet way, all I could think of was that kid and how wonderful it would be to restart my life in his body, a rather selfish thought I know, but what the hell. He was young, obviously great looking, and I bet he had no problems getting hard or shooting potent sperm.
I got to my seat and adjusted my pants again for the long flight, making sure my shirt wasn't slipping out again. Once I felt comfortable, I sat down. I was in a row with two seats and I couldn't wait to see who would be sitting next to me on the aisle. I wanted to be able to lift the armrest to my left so I could fit more comfortably and be able to stretch my portly body. As the plane filled, I was hoping for the chance to have that freedom of an empty seat next to me, so as each passenger made his way past me, I smiled and felt reassured. Soon everyone seemed to have been seated and I was just about ready to relax, when racing down the isle came that hot young college kid and to my amazement stopped at my row and prepared to sit next to me. He was standing against the aisle arm rest reaching into the overhead bin and his shirt was still pulled out of his pants revealing his hard stomach, and his crotch still gave the appearance of a raging hard on. My face became flushed a bit as I could read the name Tommy on his boxer briefs quite clearly. The announcement for everyone to be seated came across the speakers and the young kid sat down and clicked his seat belt as the plane began to back out from the gate.
Under any other circumstance I would have been dealing with a raging hard on condition, but as it was my mind was willing but my cock was just a soft blob of flesh in my underpants. I wanted to just melt into the seat and become invisible, but before I could try that maneuver, the young jock kid turned to me with his right hand out introducing himself to me.
"Hi," Mark Gordon here he said with a smile and face full of confidence.
I shook his hand and said "Roger Petensky here" and tried to return an acceptable smile. He then went on telling me all about the little ceremony at the gate, and how much his friends hated to see him leave for semester break. I nodded trying to be polite, wondering how this hot good-looking kid would want to be talking to me, big fat Roger. The young kid went on and on and an hour had passed and I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. Soon the kid yawned a big one and he began to slip off into a deep sleep. All I wanted was to do the same, noticing the kid didn't take up a lot of his seat, I raised the arm rest on my left side to stop the pant of it rubbing up against my left side. I was barely awake as I lifted the armrest and then feel into a deep sleep for the long red eye flight.
My head was filled now with thoughts of this hot gorgeous kid named Mark, and I was imagining what it must be like to be him, all confident, great body and friends that loved him. It all seemed so real in the dream, I was this hot young jock kid getting all the looks as I walked down the terminal walkway - feeling confident of myself and how I hooked. I must have been smiling as I slept.
Soon the time just past and they were announcing the final approach and I awoke and so did Mark.
"We're here," he shouted and smiled at me. "Man," he continued, "I must have needed that sleep. Last thing I remember was telling you something."
I grinned. "Yeah you seemed a bit tired. So you have big plans while you're here?" I said wanting to know all about his life.
"Well I sure hope so," he said. "I'm supposed to meet this man and have an interview for a possible job modeling."
"Oh," I said almost choking. "Well, you should do well at that."
Mark grinned with confidence and I couldn't get over how cool he was for as good-looking he was. Most kids like him would be arrogant, but this kid was like untouched by that selfishness.
The passengers began filling out and as our row came next he stepped back to let me out first and I felt like I must be dreaming. As the file of passengers made their way down the isle, I could almost feel his body just inches away from me and I wished that he would accidentally bump into me so I could tell if his tented pants were for real or not. Well that didn't happen and he seemed to race ahead of me and I felt like I had just lost my best friend.
After I got my one checked bag, I went out side to the courtesy shuttle area waiting for my hotel shuttle to arrive. By the time I got there the shuttle door was about to close and I just made it inside and set my luggage down and sat down. As I scanned the seated passengers, there in the back smiling was Mark. He acknowledged my delighted face and smiled big time, and I felt good again. What luck, I thought, he was going to stay at the same hotel as me, who would have guessed? I couldn't keep my eyes off of him the whole time and he didn't seem to mind at all.
When we arrived at the hotel, the doorman took my luggage and I walked in just after Mark did and was standing two places behind him for check in. As he got served, I was getting all those fantasies back in my head and the desire to be him was beginning to take over me. Suddenly there was an argument brewing with Mark and the Desk Clerk and I became concerned. Mark walked to the side of the front desk with his head down and his hands covering the top of his head. When it was my turn and I got checked in I asked the clerk what happened to my friend.
"Oh, the young gentleman had no reservation unfortunately and we are booked up."
"Oh," I said as he motioned the next person to step forward. I quickly went over to Mark and tried to comfort him. "Mark," I said, and his head raised--I could see his eyes were a bit red. "Son, I heard what happened. Let's get a drink in the bar and talk." Mark followed me in and we sat away from everyone else and I ordered a rum and coke and he motioned for a beer. "So, you want to tell me what this is all about Mark?"
"I can't believe I trusted that man, the one who set this up. Now I'm here and I don't have a lot of money, or enough to stay in a place like this that's for sure."
"Hey," I replied. "Don't worry about that. Heck it's like I've known you son for a long time. I'm not going to see you stressed kid."
Mark's eyes stared at me. "What," he said. "I can't ask you to do that," he said with those deep brown eyes. I just wanted to suck him into me; he looked so delicious.
"Hey, let's have a few drinks. I have a room son. I don't want to hear anymore about not having a bed to sleep in. I'm going to be here for a few days and we can sort things out in that time."
"Oh thanks man," Mark said with a smile. "I will make this up to you I promise Roger. I haven't even told my parents about this, so if you can wait till we get back I will pay you back."
"Don't worry Mark, I trust you son. Now let's get another drink and get to the room." Before I knew it Mark was laughing again and as confident as ever and had decided he would just chalk this up to experience and try to enjoy the time away from school. I could tell this kid could not deal with defeat easily and needed to reason things out fast.
I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to this kid and more amazing was the fact that he had totally accepted me--old fat Roger. We got to the room and it turned out to be a suite with two rooms, one bedroom and one front room with couch and service bar. "Wow," Mark commented. "I think we hit pay dirt. Wow, Roger this is a nice place," he said looking the place over with me. "Well I will take the couch Roger," Mark said and I immediately said "Oh sure kid, that sounds great."
Damn, I thought, there goes my dream of sleeping with this guy. I couldn't help commenting, "Well Mark if you get uncomfortable I do have this huge king sized bed you can get into with me." My face got red immediately. Why did I say that, I thought, now this kid will think I am after sex.
Mark got quiet then came to the door between rooms, and said, "Ok Roger but I warn you, I sleep in the nude." And then he gave me a big wide smile.
I couldn't believe what I just heard and my heart was pounding like mad. "Cool Mark," I said. What did I just say? Cool Mark? He must think I'm a pervert now.
"Roger," Mark quickly remarked. "Listen I trust you man. If I have trouble sleeping, I would be happy to share your bed and get a good night's sleep."
"Whew!" I said . "I... er... didn't want you to get the wrong impression Mark, you being well, you and me being older. You understand, son."
"Yep I do and don't worry Roger. It's cool." Mark closed the door between rooms and I was breathing easier. I still wanted to jump into his skin but the idea of taking full advantage of him first crossed my mind, and how desperately I wanted him to slide in bed with me in the middle of the night.
I quickly undressed and took a shower, keeping the fantasy of Mark going in my mind, and as I toweled off standing in front to the mirror, I knew that there had to be a way to rid myself of this old fat body of mine. I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and slipped into bed. Damn you cock, I whispered, why can't you work tonight, I could really enjoy shooting a load, especially with that gorgeous kid just feel away. Alas the cock did not even tingle and I fell off to sleep.
At 8am, the alarm clock went off and I woke up fast shaking my head and wondering if all this was just a dream or not and stood up yawning and stretching. As I turned around, lo and behold, on the other side of the bed was Mark and when I had gotten up I had pulled the sheets off him and laying there like an Adonis was Mark in all his youthful splendor. I walked around him to see all that I could and my heart raced as I saw his beautiful chest, ribbed stomach and nicely shaped ass. His hands were coving his manhood slightly, but I could see the boy had a rather nice cock and balls. In fact it looked like Mark was fully erect. Then he started to awake turning on to his stomach not noticing me at all and it was like he was humping the mattress a bit and I didn't know if I was going to have a stroke or faint. Then I rushed to get dressed, not wanting him to awake with me staring like that. When I came out of the bathroom fully dressed he was sitting on the end of the bed in his boxer briefs, waiting like a little boy to use the bathroom.
"Good morning Roger, hope I didn't wake you when I slipped in last night. I forgot I had no sheets or blanket and it took me a while to settle."
"Oh no you didn't bother me at all Mark. Er... bet you need to use the bathroom don't you?"
"Thanks Roger," he said and he went in without closing the door and pulled his cock out and started to piss like a racehorse. I wanted to watch but I couldn't. The next thing would be me wanting sex, and I couldn't take advantage of this kid. He was so polite. When he was done he smiled.
"Well Mark, I'm off, I should be back later this afternoon. Just order up whatever you need and we will do dinner together later." I grabbed my wallet and change and coat and slipped out. As I walked to the elevator I was still in shock of the past few hours of my life, trying to understand it all and this new desire I now had.
The doctor's visit took about 4 hours of the morning, and I was told that my fertility problem was now fixed and I should be shooting live sperm by evening. I had to remind the doctor about my other problem, but he said he examined me thoroughly and there was no physical cause for my dysfunction.
"What?" I said.
"Yes, Mr. Petensky. It's all mental, I'm afraid. Here is a prescription for Viagra and an address of a man who may be able to help you with your dysfunction."
"Oh thanks," I said and left. I knew that Viagra would probably work just fine, but I wanted the same kind of erections I had when I was young, and speaking of young, I wanted ones like Mark could have. I looked at my watch. 1pm. Heck, there would time for me to see this guy and get back to have dinner with Mark, I thought, so I grabbed a taxi and went to the address.
The taxi dropped me off in a rather congested part of downtown, lots of small shops and stuff and the office I was looking for was on the second floor above a magic shop. I made my way up and came into an open paler. I could smell incense and there were strange statues and masks hanging around. Soon a short thin man of oriental decent came in dressed in white silky clothing and invited me to sit across from a round table. I was so mystified I just sat as he suggested and in a soft voice he asked what I was there for. I babbled out who recommended him and blabbed out my most private sexual problems to him like it was nothing at all.
"Ahhhhhhh," he said. "I have helped many people and I can help you. "Your name sir?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. Roger, Roger Petensky," I almost shouted out.
"Ok Mr. Petensky. Can I just call you Roger?
"Oh yes, please. Do you really think you can help me?" I said with a doubting face.
"Oh yes. Please understand what I deal with is strong medicine Roger and I have had no one ever come back with a complaint."
"Oh good," I said. "So you can make my penis work like normal sir?"
"Oh yes. You have some kind of mental block about achieving an erection Mr. Petensky and all you need to do is get rid of this wall you have built up so you can enjoy the natural function of your male genitals again."
"Oh yes. Yes! Yes!" I went on. "Please I will pay anything to have that again."
"Well, I have one fixed price Mr. Petensky and it's the same price I charge everyone. Ok, now lets talk about your cure, Roger, and you will need to complete this cure after you leave me with something I will give you to work with."
"Oh ok," I said, wanting to believe anything he had for me. The man left for a brief time and returned with a box. Inside were two doll figures, both with male features, and a collection of material and little props. He went on to tell me that this box contained magic that really worked and if it worked for me that I wouldn't tell anyone else. I, of course, agreed.
As he placed the box in front of me, he began to explain the concept, and it sounded a lot like voodoo. He told me that in order to remove this block I had put up within me, I must transfer it to someone else and therefore take someone else's virility from them. I shuddered. "You mean steal another man's capability to have an erection so that I could...?"
"Well, yes and no, Roger. You can make your donor someone you never met or possibly someone who once lived, and in this way you will have no personal connection to this person and you would still have what you desire."
"Hmm, well explaining it that way, I feel a little better."
"Sure, now let me show you how this works. First you dress one doll here that will represent you, and you have a variety of materials here to choose from. Then dress this other doll as best you can, to represent the other person you will be trading with. Now you are probably familiar with standard voodoo and in that case they always use something that the other person owned or touched their body, but in this case you will not have to go that far, besides that makes this dangerously serious magic, and with your problem this will not be necessary at all. Just the suggestion with props will work. Now I have fashioned a small rubber penis that can be added to each doll, one is a tiny one and one is a full erect one. Do you see what I am getting at Roger?"
"Hmm, I think I am beginning to understand now."
"Ok then, this box will cost you $100 dollars then."
"Hmm," I said. "That's it? Just pay you and take the box and that's it?"
"Yes, Roger. Did you think I was going to ask for a million dollars? He he," the old man said laughing.
"No, of course not. But you're sure this will work?"
"Yes, one hundred percent."
"Ok, so I can go now?"
"Yes Roger, and the sooner you do this then, the sooner you will gain what you desire." "Ok ok," I shouted. "Thanks Doc... er... sir." And I left.
It took me forever to flag down a taxi, but as soon as I did I went straight back to the hotel room. I now had a new sense of confidence as I entered the elevator and made my way up to my room. As the elevator door opened and I turned to walk towards my room, I saw my door open and I thought it was Mark somehow going for a Coke, but this other young man was leaving and was lingering at the door a bit then headed down the stairwell. The kid looked like he worked for the hotel because he was dressed in a uniform. What was I thinking? Mark probably needed linen or towels. Shit, I thought, am I talking like a jealous girlfriend or what? I dismissed the event and entered the room and Mark seemed surprised.
"Oh, Roger, it's you!"
"And who else would it be? Did you find stuff to do today Mark? I think I got all my problems and questions answered," I said, chuckling.
"Oh great Roger. It's just I thought you were coming back a bit later."
I then realized that Mark was nude and covered by just the sheets. "Hey did you just go back to bed when I left? You will probably be up all night now," I said as I headed towards the bathroom. As I prepared to enter, Mark got up and tried to stop me from going in.
"Roger I have something to tell you," he said.
What I said as I went in, "I have to do something now. You can tell me later." Then I shut the door quickly almost catching one of his fingers. As I put the box on the sink counter, Mark was knocking and trying to explain what Roger was about to find in the bathroom.
"Roger, listen. I met this guy and, well, we had sex. I'm sorry you had to find out like this but it just happened."
I froze up for minute. "Well, you're over 18, Mark. I suppose you could have sex if you wanted," I said not believing that Mark could be gay. "So what exactly did you guys do Mark?"
"Well, Roger, I fucked him!"
As Mark said those words I noticed a used condom on the floor next to Mark's boxer briefs and I picked both up and set them on the sink counter. I raised the condom up and it was pretty full, and inside mixed with Mark's jiz was a few of his pubes that had ripped off of him, I assumed, as he took the condom off. I lifted Mark's boxer briefs and examined them also, and noticed the pouch was full of cum stains and a few pee stains and I couldn't hold myself back from taking a sniff of the young jock's most personal attire. "Oh yes!" I shouted.
"Roger, you ok with this?" Mark kept shouting. "Listen if you want me to go its ok."
"No, no. We will talk Mark just relax." I felt both deeply hurt and tricked somehow. Maybe Mark was telling me lies all along. Maybe he was just a male prostitute. I sniffed his boxer briefs again and suddenly I didn't care anymore. I looked at the used condom and the thickness and quantity of Marks healthy ejaculation. It felt heavy and I knew right then I wanted to shoot like that. I looked at the box I put on the counter and began to think, "Yes, I think I have everything I need," and began to dress up one doll to represent Mark standing on the other side of the door and then dressed the other similar to the way I was dressed. I took some paper and made a small little pipe like prop that was to represent Mark's penis, then made one for my doll. All this excitement, plus the drugs used for my operation this morning, left my cock a bit wet I found as I pulled my cock out. There appeared to be a slight glaze as I pulled apart my pee hole I got another idea. First I pulled one of my white pubes out and set in on the counter, then took one of the paper penis props I made and stuck it in my pee slot to soak it with the pre cum I had developed during the day. I quickly inserted this soaked penis in Marks doll pressing it in to the groin area of the doll and affixing my pubic hair around the penis I made. Then I dipped the other paper penis prop into Mark's condom and took one of his pubes and did the same thing to the doll that was dressed like me, carefully redressing it when I finished. Then as I got ready to concentrate and work the voodoo magic, I could hear Mark begging for my forgiveness.
My eyes closed shut and I grabbed the sink counter and began to make a chant, making the suggestion that Mark and I exchange bodies. My desires were so strong as I did this that sweat was dripping down my forehead and my chest and pits soon felt damp and a surge of blood went instantly to my cock, engorging it to full erection, and I kept repeating and repeating my request. Suddenly Mark stopped talking to me and my body felt like it was spinning as I stood there affixed to the counter. I began shaking and these incredible warm rushes went through my body. Some of this sensation was me climaxing over and over and I could feel this intense release happening- not realizing I was shooting thick ropes of white potent cum out of me for the first time in decades. Then the spinning sensation stopped and I was able to open my eyes again. Looking back at me from the mirror was Mark's awesome nude body and the look of excitement was coming from me but out of Mark's face. I quickly felt myself face to toe, staying fully erect during the entire exam. I was getting scared now. I couldn't hear any voices from behind the door and I quickly slide on the boxer briefs and flushed the condom down the toilet.
I walked over and opened the door and entered the room to find Roger in bed laying on his side. At that moment I became totally confused. Suddenly Roger turned towards me and said, "Damn kid, you fuck like a rabbit! I really appreciate what you did. Hurry back in bed now. I've kept a warm place for you."
Instantly I understood. I just made love to Roger and fucked him with the condom I had just flushed down the toilet. It was all coming back to me know, Roger had invited me to stay in his room because of the foul-up with my reservation, and well I was a top and Roger was in need.
"Sure Roger," I said as I jumped back in bed and quickly snuggled up.