Cup A Joe (body swap)
by zulator
Call it a chance in a lifetime, but Joe Reynolds calls it a new beginning. Joe, through a chance of pure jock luck, became the proud owner of a beach side coffee shop, and at 27 years old, it was a chance for him to make something out of himself. Joe was a surfer dude, had the right physique, hair and looks to make him surfer boy of the month, but like so many of the pretty boys on the beach, Joe had little going for him when it came to deep intellectual discussions or thing much similar long division. But having said that, Joe still had the fortitude to engage himself in this new chance for success, and proudly named his coffee shop, "Cup A Joe". So this chance to run this coffee shop would turn him into a legitimate kid, one with a future now and not just a kid with a gorgeous tan and awesome pectoral muscles. Joe stood 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighed 185, had dark wavy hair, a models body, with his deep ocean blue eyes, he could do well selling anything. So with his new business and the location next to the beach, Joe was on his way to a new future.
It was late one warm summer evening and the sun was dipping into the horizon and Joe was about ready to close up, when an older man appeared in his shop. The guy was pretty old and weathered, and was wearing blue shorts, sandals, bare chested which did nothing to compliment his soft hairy chest. The man had thinning white hair, had that age spot looking skin that so many of the older sun worshipers had, and was wearing a gold necklace and a gold chain bracelet.
"I'll have a coffee" the old man said with a gruff voice, so common with men who have smoked their whole lives, in fact the old man pulled out a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes and proceeded to light up as he demanded service. Soon the caf� was filled with thick smoke, and Joe was not accustomed to breathing that stuff, as he was a very health conscious beach jock who had hated cigarettes or anything that would harm his body.
Joe quickly got the man a cup of black coffee and put it in front of him and smiled, "here you go sir", and proceeded to sweep the back of the counter, hoping the old man would drink up and let him close.
But as soon as Joe grabbed the broom, the old man with his cigarette glued to his lips, shouted, "I need cream boy", and Joe turned towards the old man. "Sorry sir, were all out of cream", "But I have some fat free milk if you want?"
The old man stared at Joe, looking him over and then concentrated on the boy's crotch, then said, "Oh I think you have plenty of cream boy, and I bet it's the thickest and richest I have ever come across!"
Joe knew exactly what the old man was talking about, and having the focus on Joe's young bulge the topic of discussion, Joe naturally became stimulated and his cock was tingling as the thought of expelling cream got his young sperm stirring in his balls.
Joe blushed as he spoke, "Sir, I don't think that kind of cream is appropriate", and proceeded to grab the broom again.
The old man looked around at the restaurant and noticed the signs and posters and said, "Are you the Joe in "Cup A Joe"?, and Joe smiled and nodded yes.
"Well then", the old man said with his cigarette ash hanging nearly ready to fall, "I think I will have a cup of the real stuff, and proceeded to get up and walk towards where Joe was standing, carrying his cup of black coffee with him.
Joe looked puzzled as the man approached him, staring at his crotch and looking like he was going to operate some machine that dispensed the cream he was looking for.
As the old man's eyes scanned Joe's body once more, he and Joe met eye to eye, and the old mans eyes began to glow red and Joe began to worry.
"I want the real thing" the old man said as he dumped the coffee in the sink and pressed the cup into Joe's crotch, pushing the material of Joe's long swim trunks in so as to make Joe's cock outline more defined.
"What the fuck!" Joe shouted as the man took one finger and started to push on Joe's right nipple. Joe froze right then and couldn't move a muscle on his hard body.
As the old man pushed on Joe's hard nipple, he said "CREAM," and out of Joe's cock head spewed Joe's thick rich creamy sperm and the output flowed right through Joe's trunks and into the cup of coffee. The old man kept this going till Joe was feeling his balls and prostrate throb, and the old man pumped the young beach jock dry of all of his seed. The cup was almost overflowing as he lifted up with a grin that made Joe shutter with fear.
The creamy foamy liquid had the constancy of a rich thick malted milk shake, as the old man took the cup to his lips and drank the cup down in one big gulp, leaving a ring of cream around his lips.
"Fucking A!" the old man shouted as Joe seemed totally dehydrated by the event and fearing for his life. "Now for Desert", the old man said grinning as he pressed on Joe's other hard nipple and proceeded to force the cup into Joe's groin again for a refill. "What the Fuck!" "No you bastard, stop what your doing - your taking more than I could ever produce!"
This time the old man said, "Now I want the rest of the real JOE." And at that the poor young surfer jock began shaking as the old man commanded Joe's body to release it's very essence into the cup.
Joe looked down as his cock began to release more fluid, and as it came out in spurts, Joe began to feel weak and he could sense he was loosing everything about himself that made him a young buff beach boy. As the cup filled, Joe was getting older, much, much older, and his skin was aging making his muscles faded away into his skin. His checks swelled then became wrinkled aged skin and his spiked hair turned white, as his features changed. All his youthful juices were being drained from him, and the depletion was causing a serious radical mood swing. Within seconds, the once hard pectoral muscles Joe proudly showed off were mere soft sagging skin. Joe's bulging trunks were expanding from size 30 to size 48 and his cock and balls were becoming insignificant appendages. Joe's age had advanced 40 some years and all the gravity was pulling on his skin and he was now a very out of shape older man with a white hair and a wrinkled face.
The cup filled to the top and the old man then pronouncing his prize, downed it all, burping as he finished it, and then the old man began his own transformation.
The old man's body instantly began morphing into Joe's former surfer physique, with hard, defined muscles forming all over his body, and deep ocean blue eyes, spiked blonde hair and a bulging cock taking form in his blue shorts. It was like science fiction movie as the old man stretched and flexed his way to becoming Joe. Instantly the old man's soft hairy chest became a picture frame for his new awesomely formed smooth muscular body and poor Joe, was standing there watching his former physique unfold, wondering how and why this had happened. The old man's body now gleamed with a hint of sweat as the scent of a young jock formed around him and his hormones were now young and he was producing a bounty of hot seed in his pants. The transformed old man was in awe of himself now and how easy it was to steal Joe's body. Of course this was not the first of his catch. This old man had lived many a young boy's life in his travels around the world, and at age 60, it was time to steal another one, and Joe happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The man now reached into his bulging shorts and slammed a buck on the counter and smiled, "Thanks Joe", then walked out to live another youthful life until it reached age 60 and it was time to find another young stud.
END