Capturing Moments in Time (body swap)
by zulator
It was a Friday afternoon and the head coach, Mr. Reynolds, had given me the task of cleaning out the lost and found locker--a fitting job for the new teacher. Mr. Reynolds had left early as he did most Fridays, and as the sound of buses faded away, I slowly went through the locker that contained a few years of lost underwear, jocks and tee shirts. As I picked through the pile of young kids gear, I couldn't help thinking how these well-worn pieces of under gear were like moments in time. Some of the underwear was so dirty I wondered if the owner just ditched them because he was embarrassed to take them home. I was talking dark yellow piss stains on the front and some crusty ones I ventured to guess was were very young cum stains from some daydreaming in the gym. The worst ones had racing stripes that and enough feces to be called toilet paper. Damn, I thought, this is pretty gross, however I was also thinking how erotic it was. If we could just capture that kid on that day, I was sure there was enough of his fluids and DNA to create a clone of him. As I made my way through the pile some more, the aroma of the gear was acting like an aphrodisiac and I was getting rock hard in my pleated Dockers. I would hold up a pair of briefs or boxers and look at the size, and then try to visualize what the kid looked like and what age he was. It wasn't long and I was actually sniffing some of the gear, feeling like some crazed sex fiend. It was so out of character for me to be doing this, but the smell the pure aroma of a high school locker room was clouding my senses and I was beginning to enjoy this task with every new pair of under gear I held up.
I was holding a pair of Fruit of the Loom white briefs, sized large and from what I knew about sizes, this was an adult size Large. Wow, I thought this kid was big for his age, not unlike some of the overweight kids who were in my classes. The pouch was totally crusted on the inside and the opening slot was stuck shut. Damn, I thought, this kid came with a passion. There was also a thin racking stripe in the back, like a thin brown line that must have stretched the whole length of this kids ass crack. Hmm, he must have been sitting in the back of some boring class just before gym class rubbing his hard on in his pants and sweating as he blew his load. I wonder what this kid was thinking? I brought the pouch up to my face and sniffed it, and smiled as the smell could be nothing else but pure boy cum. It brought back memories of when I was in high school and days when I got hard thinking of whatever. It looked like this kid was horny as hell when he blew his load. I sat back for a minute with the briefs laid over my face, just trying to imagine what this kid was like. The sniffing soon turned into licking and I was sucking on the pouch, tasting a salty flavor and the thick reconstituted cream that was once alive with billions of hot seeds. Damn, I thought, how many babies would this have created and what were the genetic features this kid's young sperm was capable of? I was rubbing myself while I thought about it and soon I could sense the wetness of my boxer briefs against my leg.
I was getting pretty worked up by now and I unbuttoned my pants and lifted my tight ass to let them fall down around my ankles. I was totally overcome by the smells and the answer to my question about what this kids genetic history was, was giving me real kinky thoughts. Before long I had kicked off my Dockers and boxer briefs, and was stroking a very hard thick cock. What if, I thought, what if sliding these Fruit of the Loom underwear on I could some how steal that moment in time as this kid shot his load to satisfy some hot fantasy he was role-playing in his mind? I couldn't help myself after a while, I knew I was going to cum soon and wouldn't it be so hot to cum into these worn dirty briefs. I slipped them up my muscular legs and aligned my cock head into the heaviest of the crusty residue. The briefs were way big for me as they lay loose around my 30" waist, but my tenting seemed to keep them in place as I rubbed my mushroom through the cotton material. Oh man was I horny. I rubbed and rubbed till I sent a sudden gush of pre-cum into the pouch, instantly dampening the dried crusted layer with my hot creamy fluid. The warmth at my fingers was getting me hotter, and I stretched out on the chair, probably in a similar way as the owner of the briefs had, and in doing so I could feel my ass cheeks grab the ass of the briefs and slide the former owner's racing track between them. I was so hot then thinking that I was making contact with the kid's fluids on both sides of the briefs now and I was more prepared to jack off more than ever. I rubbed the tented briefs just like the kid must have, and was moaning and sweating a bit as I did. I could sense my ass getting damp and in the excitement I felt myself release a slow fart out of my hole. The release felt sensual and self-gratifying. Oh yeah, I thought, a wet one that will leave more of a stripe than was already in the briefs, but I didn't care at that point I was so hot and wanted to cum very badly and somehow merge this kids DNA into mine. I could feel sweat dripping from my brow now and my pits were damp and my polo shirt was feeling hot and uncomfortable. Never the less I kept stroking my cock into the brief pouch hoping to match the young kids load, seed for seed. This had turned into a real desire of mine now to capture the essence of this kid at the very moment he came, and as I rubbed harder my head fell back into the chair and I was beginning to have some interesting daydreams. Why was I thinking of Dave Thompson the English teacher, I mean he was a great looking guy, but I had not thought of him the way I was right then.
Suddenly as I could feel the build up of my cum making its way up my shaft from my throbbing ball sacs, I was transported into a classroom where he was in the back of the room up against the back wall looking at a rather hot looking male teacher up front. I wanted so much to be pumping this load into his firm athletic ass. In a flash I came buckets into the cotton pouch of my briefs and the loud groan that followed as I climaxed. My eyes opened wide as I realized I had cum big time and some of my classmates had turned to look at me because of the noise I had made. My eyes came in and out of focus as I started to sit up straight and adjust the glasses I was wearing. I could hear giggling as I tried to look normal, but sweat was dripping from my forehead. It was like I had just cum out of a dream state as the teacher called out to me, "Billy Wilson, are you ok?"
The whole class was staring now and I managed to reply back "Yes sir" and rearrange my loose fitting cargo pants to hide the slowly descending hard on I had. As the teacher read out the homework assignments, the bell rang and I got up fast and made it to the door and out into the hallway. I knew gym class was next and I had a feeling I needed to ditch these briefs I was wearing, feeling the huge dampness of my pouch and the stickiness of my ass as the back of the briefs felt like a G-strap fitting tightly into my ass cheeks. I rushed to the gym and the locker room and to my locker. I quickly took off my pants and briefs and pulled on my jockstrap and gym shorts, then put on my tee shirt and headed to the boys room to piss. As I let go a heavy stream, I was looking in the mirror and could now see the kid I had become clearly, and I was not the buff, defined gym teacher I used to be, but rather a chubby pimple faced kid with glasses and a wild unkempt head of hair. Gone was the tanned tight skin and thin waist. I was now a pale-faced young kid of 16. Looking down I could barely see the cock I had and I could smell the stench of my body. My face got beet-red thinking of what I had just done in the previous class and when I got back to my locker I took the dirty briefs I had worn and threw them up over the wall of lockers. I was now Billy Wilson, an overweight pimple faced kid with glasses, and not the kid you would fantasize about being with or wanting sex with. As I pondered my fate, the other coach, Mr. Reynolds, came in and ordered me into the gym, where they were picking teams for a basketball scrimmage. Oh shit, I thought as they were picking teams. I was last to be picked and of course I was on the skins team, which meant I had to take off my shirt. I had no idea how bad I looked shirtless, but was immediately reminded as the kids giggled at my soft wobbly chest and soft stomach. I played the game as best I could under the circumstances, and couldn't wait for the period to end. The names they called me were intolerable and I just wanted to hide my face.
When the whistle finally blew, the coach lined us up and had us head into the locker room to undress and shower. Oh fuck, another dose of embarrassment, I thought as I slowly dropped my shorts and jock and then took off my shoes and socks. I was so frightened. I forgot to take a towel with me as I walked into the shower. I found a shower stall as far away as I possibly could from the others. I turned on the water and just let it cover me, and wished I could be anywhere else but there. Finally, I grabbed some soap and scrubbed my body as best I could, hopping to rid myself of the stickiness of my pubes and the stench of my ass. I could hear giggling in the background as I cleaned my ass and got my final rinse. Realizing I had forgotten to take a towel, I turned quickly to get back to my locker, and in the process I slipped on the tile floor and hit my head on the wall. It was like my life was going in slow motion as I made the fall and heard the thump of my head agnst the wall. My head was spinning as the ambient noise of the shower seemed to fade away and somehow in my mind I began to feel safe and protected from further harassment. In a few seconds I was gaining consciousness again.
When my eyes focused I was sitting in a chair in the coaches office and I realized I was back again in my former body. I immediately took the briefs off me that had taken me back into Billy Wilson's body and moment in time. I got dressed in my boxer briefs and Dockers and felt my body to make absolutely sure I was Mark again. Then I got up the pile of lost and found and put the entire pile into a plastic bag and tied it up tight. HOLY SHIT, I shouted, that was too intense. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out of the building with the plastic bag over one shoulder. I knew where the dumpster was and was going to drop it in before I got into my car. As I made my way to the dumpster, I knew that I never wanted to have to experience another kid's life again, and threw the bag with all my force into the open dumpster. I raced back to my car and revved the engine and left rubber as I left the high school campus.
Little did I know, that only a few blocks away was the real Billy Wilson who had cum home from school and was jacking off at the exact moment I was jacking off in his dirty briefs. This time, Billy was not focusing on Mr. Thompson the English Teacher, but rather me, Mark Gordon, the new Buff athletic gym teacher who just started this year, and as he shot his load he had taken on my 25 year old hard-bodied physique as he lay there in his bed. The fantasy for both of us would have ended sooner, but Billy had continued to jack off after the first heavy load he had shot. Marveling at the feel of his transformed body, Billy had managed to climax three more times in the 50 or so minutes he was in my body, keeping me locked in his chubby former self till I had fallen and was knocked out. Billy's fantasy ended then just as mine had, leaving the boy to wonder if his desire to be me was actually been realized. As hard as he tried the remainder of the weekend, Billy could not accomplish the fantasy again. However on Monday, Billy was going to see if he could change his gym class to mine.