The Connection (body swap)
by zulator
I had just said goodbye to my basketball buddies, having just finished a round of three on three at the park. It was a nice day - not too warm but I still was drenched from my tank top shirt to my silky black shorts and the gentle wind felt good as my sweat evaporated against my skin.
I walked over to a park bench to rest a bit before I walked back to my apartment, and found my self under large oak tree with an older man sitting next to me. He was looking up at the full branches and grinning which I thought was a bit weird but I managed to smile at him when he glanced down to see who was next to him. Then I turned and took off my tank top and my hard nipples were real tight with the wind against them and it made my pectoral muscles so stimulated that my cock was beginning to throb a bit. I squeezed out my tank top as the old man watched on, then set it out on the back of the bench to dry a bit.
Then I proceeded to stretch out my legs and lean back on the bench and the old man proceeded to speak to me.
"So young man, good thing you finished you game because it is going to rain soon!" he said.
I just grinned and then heard the crack of lightning in what I thought was a rather clear sky. Soon there was a downpour and the old man pulled out an umbrella and scooted over to me to keep me dry as well.
So there cuddled under the umbrella was the old man and I. He was wearing a checkered button down shirt and black slacks and had wavy white hair and a full beard. His body was thin and his arms were showing his bone structure and veins. If I had to guess I would say he was in his 80s.
"So how did you know it was going to rain?" I asked him as the shower encompassed us.
"The tree told me young man, don't you listen to them?" he said matter of facially.
"Did you say the TREE told you this sir?" I said wanting to scoot away from him just then.
"Oh yes young man, it is one of the gifts of being older- I listen to the flowers as well and the grass has a lot to say, but they only talk to older people so I guess that's why you didn't take notice of it!"
Now I was convinced that he was nuts and if it weren't for the heavy downpour I would have been out of there in a flash.
I began to shiver a bit as the wind picked up and my cock was getting hard as my kidneys told me I had to pee like a race horse. I was shaking my legs back and forth to keep from pissing my long silky black shorts.
"So young man I guess you think I am a nut case?" he said looking at me shiver.
"Oh no, I suppose there are a lot of people that talk to plants, err its just you're the first I have met that does." I said trying not to look too weird at him.
"Oh I don't blame you young man, but I can prove what I am saying- the tree is talking to me right now, here let me show you!" At that he reached up to my damp head putting his hand on it and instantly I was hearing what he was hearing like we were connected.
"Can you hear the tree young man?" He said.
"Oh yes, fuck, yes I can hear it now this is incredible!" I said looking like I had struck gold right there in the park.
Then the old man said, "Hum, since I have you connected let me look inside you for a moment and see what I can learn."
Instantly I felt him inside me like he had pushed me aside of myself and he was in control of my body. Then in a flash he giggled and my cock let loose of the pee I was holding and like a flood I peed myself. I was in shock as the gush of hot pee dripped down between my legs and the bench cracks.
"Oh sorry Mark", he said.
I managed to push his hand off me and was rip roaring mad. "What the fuck did you do to me mister, and how do you know my name?" "Look at me you fucking idiot you made me pee my pants!"
"I know you name because I now know everything about you from the time you were in your mothers womb to present day!"
I looked at him like he was some sort of demon who wanted to steal my soul or worse my life.
I was confused and confounded as He tried to put his hand back on my head to do more damage to me I supposed. He let up a bit but then took my hand and forced it on top of his head instead and I was inside him feeling every inch of his frail old body. No, no I shouted as his mind was dumping his life story into me and I was screaming, as I had to relive every day of his life in just a few minutes. I was glued to him till the very last memory was copied into me and I was thinking stuff I had never dreamed I would be thinking of. I just kept yelling, but the downpour was drowning out my screams.
NO, NO Fuck NO I screamed as my mind got so confused with my reality and his.
"What the fuck were you doing to me old man?" "Are you some fucking witch you proved you could hear the trees then you fucked with me trying to fuck my mind up!"
"Now, now Mark" he said looking at me as if he knew something secret he was going to tell someone.
"You can't know me, I am Mark Gordon I am not you!" "How can you know me by putting your hand on my head, and what did you do to me cause I know who you are, your name, where you live and I am filled with all this shit about you and I have a fucking headache!" I told him shouting like injured little boy.
"Now, now Mark, you will be fine, I didn't mean for us to go so deep, but you are a rather nice looking young guy and well I am hitting the big 80 soon and I couldn't help wanting to know you inside and out."
"But you had no right to steal my thoughts and secrets, what kind of a pervert are you?"
"Mark, calm down young man, your secrets are safe with me, but I felt it only fair that if I copied your mind into me that I should share my mind with you!"
"Fuck Edward!" "That's your name Edward Hanson, you used to teach at Madison High School and you retired in 1980 and you live at 5667 E Ash Avenue and you never married but you have two sisters now dead and your living on a fixed income." "Whew, you made me pee my pants cause you wanted to feel my piss flow through my cock didn't you?, so how did it feel pervert?"
"Oh Mark it was nice, I wish I could have made you cum instead of pee, I haven't felt that sensation for a very long time!"
"Gosh Edward, your scaring the shit out of me, I don't want you touching me anymore, I should be leaving anyway!"
My head was throbbing as Edward's entire life was spinning inside my head, there simply wasn't room for all his memories and I wanted him out of me but I had no idea how to make it happen.
"OK, Edward you have to give me some relief, I can't live with all the shit you put into me." "I am Mark Gordon not Edward Hanson and I don't appreciate your invasion of my thoughts and my life."
"Ah feeling bad Mark that you are gay and no one knows it?" "When are you going to free yourself of your torture and live your life in the sexual way you fantasize about." "Maybe you will get your wish and swap bodies with an older man as well!"
"Oh shit, oh fuck you have to promise to tell no one, fuck I am a gym teacher and you could ruin my career!" I said feeling totally violated now.
"I know you from the womb to present day remember?" "Mark the only thing I don't know right now is what your body feels like being in your skin or when you jack off or have sex and I still want to know that first hand!" "I have all your memories but those don't relate to the body I am in so I can't fully experience things like when you jacked off this morning." "I know who you were thinking of but I am not in your body so I can't relate to the sensations and the huge load you shot out of you." "As you can imagine my cock does nothing more than remove liquid waist anymore and my life of sex is well over with." "I don't attract anything but flies, where you are young beautiful and cum like a faucet!"
I just sat there listening to all he had to say- he told me things only I knew and his knowledge of me was having a seducing effect on me and my cock was building up with the desire to cum. I was beginning to want to let this man have his wish. The poor old man couldn't relate my experiences and for some reason I wanted him to know me completely. I knew his entire life and his fantasies and I know he was watching me playing basketball and wondering what it would be like being me and being able to have sex and feel those sensations. The fact that he knew me totally now and knew my inner secrets beyond being gay- my fantasies of becoming an older man and my inner arrogance that I had to work on to control. He knew I fathered a child in high school and lived my sadness of never seeing it. He lived my fears as my real father left my family and the struggles of bonding with a step dad. He even knew everyone in my family and all my friends and my secret desires I had when I went drinking with those friends.
"So Mark, can you see your way to let an old man experience what he now knows you have enjoyed and let him smile and moan again as he gets to jack off in your body?"
"What are you asking Edward?" "You want to steal my body now, I know I fantasize about being an older man, but this is not how I expected it to happen!"
"Mark, who knows when the time is right?" "I am here, you know all about me now and I know all about you, so isn't this the perfect situation?"
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck", how can you make me do this on such sort notice! I have a new school year starting tomorrow, and I have scheduled basketball with my friends' tomorrow night! I was going to hike next weekend with some of my former college buddies, then go to Four Peaks to drink." NO, NO it's too soon I want to do this things and you can't make me swap right now, I won't!
I covered my face with my hands wondering what the fuck I was going to do now, having to make this choice, something had to change I couldn't go off with all his shit in my head.
"Mark, please I promise I will only keep your body for a short time, I fashion a week would be long enough to enjoy my fantasies and heck you've scheduled some great activities that will let me use your body to its full extent!"
I turned to him and said, "ERR a week you said?"
"Yes Mark, only a week and then you more than welcome to return to your body and continue on as if nothing had ever happened!"
I turned and looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "You promise?"
"Yes, Yes, young man now let us put our hand on each other's head and lets get this thing done and both of us on our respective way".
I let out a sigh of relieve and we turned to each other and he put his hand on my head and I put mine on his.
In an instant I felt my consciousness flowing into his old body and his into mine and within a few seconds I was now Edward Hanson and he was Mark Gordon- but wait.. I tried to shout but it was gone in a flash - my recollection of who I was, was gone and in another second that revelation was also gone and I was Edward Hanson with no further memory of Mark Gordon or who he was.
"Well nice knowing you young man, I think I have to go now as I cant remember so many things anymore." I said in a confused old voice- then walked away.
The new Mark Gordon let out a roar and groped his damp silky black shorts, squeezing his young cum machine and screamed "FUCKING A, I DID IT, I FUCKING STOLE THE DUMB JOCKS BODY AND I GET ANOTHER LIFE TO LIVE!"
Then the jock just danced around doing jumping jacks and sprinting as he made his way back to his apartment, swinging his damp tank top around his head - giving passers by a chance to see him shirtless and show off his nicely formed chest and stomach.
Epilogue
The real Mark Gordon never returned to his body again, he was now Edward Hanson, an 80 year old teacher who made a deal with the devil so he could steal a new life for his own. Edward Hanson died the very next day and Mark's soul was gone!
Just like every deal that is made with the devil, there is always a bittersweet victory that is made. Edward Hanson became Mark Gordon all right, but getting Mark's body was too easy. The Devil had to throw a wrench into this miraculous deception! That wrench would be that Mark Gordon would become openly gay and in less than a year of Edward having delightful sex and Mark's wonderful body, then he would contract aids from one of Mark's straight friends who had finally been seduced. After that, the Mark Gordon we all knew became sickly and became hospitalized with so many infections, his body just disintegrated. On the anniversary of his body being taken over by Edward, Mark's body was laid to rest in a family plot in Las Vegas, Nevada where he was born.