The Indian Trading Post (body swap)
by zulator
The advertising agency that Jed and Randy worked for had chosen a unique location shoot for the new fall line-up of Wrestling gear, and Jed and Randy and other models working for the agency were sent up to Northern Arizona, to the Navajo Nation to shoot the new catalog pictures. Jed and Randy were actually wrestlers in real life and were given the opportunity to break into modeling by winning a contest that spanned several college campuses.
Jed and Randy were both 22 years old. Jed had black hair while Randy had dirty blonde hair and both had just graduated Arizona State University with degrees in health and fitness training, and both had several offers for jobs at universities all over the country. Jed wanted to work in California and Randy wanted to go back home to his native Michigan, so as luck would have it, Jed was offered and accepted a coaching position at UCLA and Randy accepted a position as trainer at Michigan State University.
The contest and the limited modeling contract were like icing on the cake for both boys so they planned to use the money to go off on a wild vacation in the tropics, something both boys had always dreamed of. Tahiti was the destination both had chosen for a month-long romp on pure white beaches and life as beach bums until they got started on their careers. In fact on the bus trip up to the shooting location, it was all the boys could talk about. When the bus finally made its way into the Navajo compound, the whole group was greeted and treated like honored guests. The chief of the tribe, Morgan White Tail, gave each of the models a symbolic eagle's feather to signify friendship between his nation and his guests.
The photo shoot took a few days, and the boys along with others were getting a real first-hand education on Navajo culture and history. Since Randy had minored in history, he was the one who had to drag Jed along to all the sites and displays, as the two spent most of their free time exploring Indian remains and special sacred places.
One place Randy had a real desire to visit was for some reason off-limits to white folks and was located in an old adobe trading post building off a ways in the red rock country that made up the tribes awesome nation.
"We have to see this," Randy insisted to Jed.
"What? And ruin a perfectly good relationship we have with the tribe here?" Jed explained. "You know that place is off-limits and we need to respect the sacredness of it," Jed went on. "Besides," he added, "it's just one more boring place you want to take me."
"Nonsense," Randy told Jed, with his historian blood churning in his hot jock body. "We are going and nothing is going to stop us", Randy exclaimed.
At the end of the last shoot- even before we change, were going up to the Trading Post and that's it! Randy was emphatic, so Jed just shrugged his shoulders and it was a plan. Jed was mumbling under his breathe- "You always get your way don't you"?
The last shoot was done against the vivid red rocks, deep in a canyon and because it was the last day, everyone was snapping pictures to remember the adventure. Among the picture takers was the tribes historian Raymond Pinder, who Randy had befriended quickly from the very first day. Mr. Pinder had the two young jocks stand together and took their picture to keep for his own memories and Randy took some of him also.
When the shoot was done, a big feast was arranged for the agency models and it was going to take place at a location called Willow Place, where a large tent was constructed, and Indian women had been preparing food all day.
Randy pulled Jed aside and told him this was the time for them to do some special exploring, since the feast didn't start till 7pm and it was just past 5 o'clock. The two slipped away and made their way up to the Old Trading post location in about 20 minutes.
"Whew! Finally!" Randy explained.
"Yeah man, I hear ya," Jed relied. "And why do you really need to see this?" Jed added.
"This place is supposed to contain the actual spirits. The Indians call it the Seeds of past Indian leaders."
"Oh, can I take some home to plant?" Jed said giggling.
"NO, you stupid idiot," Randy said shaking the jock like he was a really nuts. "This is the most sacred of all places, so just stay with me and we can get this adventure over and us back to the feast before were missed."
"Shit", Jed said. "You are serious, aren't you?"
"Fuck-in-A", Randy said as they stepped up to the front porch of the Old Adobe building. On the door was a sign that read, "Through these doors have walked the mightiest Warriors".
As Randy led the way, Jed held on to Randy's wrestling attire and the two made their way through the dimly lit and dusty building.
"Man I could spend a semester in here," Randy said, and Jed just nodded his head. Every minute in the building seemed like an hour to Jed, and he kept reminding Randy of the time.
"Fuck, Jed. Just be patient man."
And then the two entered a small room that had racks and racks of beautifully-decorated cylinders, with inscriptions written under every one. Randy was just in awe of the place and his eyes just wandered like he had found the most important find of the century. Jed just yawned and nodded his head.
"Look! Look!" Randy told Jed shaking nervously as he pointed. "This one says 'Chief Ironside'. Do you know what that means?" Jed shook his head no. "Well dum-dum, this cylinder contains the Seed of Chief Ironside, the famous warrior. THE ACTUAL SEED!" Randy shouted as he had just realized something so tremendous.
"Ok," Jed said. "So can we go now? I'm hungry." He tried to pull Randy from his statue-like pose.
"Shit no. Just wait," Randy said. Then Randy carefully looked at it more closely and Jed turned around to look at some similar ones just behind them. Jed found a cylinder with the inscription Chief Running Bull and he was actually starting to get interested. With Jed it was all physical and he had to touch the cylinder, so he reached out and was dusting the artwork with his finger when he got this incredible sensation in his crotch. It felt so good Jed just let it happen, and before he knew it his cock was rock hard and he was massaging it.
"Oh God! Oh God!" He was repeating as the erection became so awesome and he felt like he could blow a few pints of cream right then. "Oh Randy," Jed studdered out. "You're not going to believe this."
Randy didn't answer. Soon, the cylinder Jed had touched became shiny and it lifted out of its holder by itself, spinning in front of Jed's face like a multi-colored carnival display.
Randy was having the same experience, unaware of Jed, he had touched the cylinder of Chief Ironside and his young cock was stiffening quickly. Randy's desire to learn was being overcome by his raging hard cock that was about to tear itself out of his wrestling clothes. Randy watched as the cylinder spun and shoot out rays of light. Then it began to hover right in front of the jock's tented uniform. Randy's eyes closed and his head went back as the cylinder attached itself to the head of his young, thick cock, which had magically pierced the spandex fabric of his wrestling uniform. Randy's body began to climax immediately and his young cum machine body was pumping out gobs of his pure white and youthful jock seed into the cylinder, until his supply was totally depleted. Randy was breathing heavy with his cock still throbbing and his body was still in its pulsing mode, when the cylinder de-attached and started hovering again in front of him.
Jed had gone through a similar event, and the sexual stimulus was right down Jed's alley. "OH! Bring it ON!" Jed was thinking as his body exploded and released his young thick semen into the cylinder. Jed was in his glory as he worked his body to deliver his most potent bodily fluid. Jed was flexing his bubble butt to enhance his indescribable climactic event. Both youths were now just standing there back to back breathing hard still quivering, but their cocks were still like steel pipes. With both bodies totally drained of every last speck of living sperm, Jed and Randy stood there frozen like statues. Both were being mesmerized by the spinning cylinders in front of their faces--a hypnotic trance that prevented them from moving.
The cylinders began to change color now and strobe lights came out of every sparkling jewel on them. Then the cylinders made their way back to hovering in front of the boys tented uniforms and were getting ready to attach again.
"Oh yeah baby," was the thought in Jed's mind, while Randy was thinking "Oh my God, what next? What have we gotten ourselves into?" The cylinders re-attached themselves to the boys' cocks, but this time instead of draining cum out of them, the cylinders were preparing to pump cum into them. With the cylinders firmly attached, a tiny tube came out of each one and was inserting itself into each boys pee hole, traveling down each ones rock hard shaft to their ball sacs. Then the cylinders began to make a buzzing sound as they began pumping the rich thick-aged warrior seed into the two jocks' balls. The sensation of receiving the seed made the two young jocks jerk around and become unstable. Randy was getting his balls filled with the cum of the old Chief Warrior Ironside and Jed was being filled with the cum of Chief Running Bull. The sensation for both was indescribable as each received the essence rich seed and both Jed and Randy's ball sacs were stretching as they filled up making the spandex material around them show one hell of a bulge. The pressure was mounting agnst the material as thick white pubic hairs were weaving through the spandex replacing the young boys' fine pubic hair. Jed and Randy's cock and ball sacs were becoming transformed. They were aging quickly, replicating each warrior's old cock and ball sacs. Jed could tell something was different down there but couldn't look.
"OH FUCK RANDY! MY COCK IS DYING!" Jed shouted, but Randy was experiencing the same thing could not speak a word. Soon the colorful Spandex uniforms were transforming into the old heavy clothing the old Indian men were wearing when they died. Jed kept shouting as his body physique was changing to that of a short old Indian. He could feel each hard muscle go soft and his bone structure alter his awesome jock body. The transformation moved up Jed's upper body, swelling him out and making his skin ruff and dry, his face bloated out with dry weathered wrinkles and his hair got thick and long. Jed's lower body then changed and his legs were short and stubby. Randy just let it happen, but he could feel his body digress and a tear was dripping down his aging face. The process was a sight to be seen, as these two young handsome jocks were transformed into old Indian warriors in a matter of minutes. In just a few minutes, the two young boys were taken from the 21st century and turned into Navajo warrior men both physically and mentally. What was Jed and Randy, their essence, was now contained in those two cylinders.
When the transformation was complete, the cylinders de-attached and returned to their spaces, with the inscriptions magically changing to reflect the seed inside. One read "Randy Johnson, white wrestler", and the other "Jed Nelson, white wrestler".
The two old men just stood there for a second becoming accustomed to breathing again and feeling life in their bodies. Then they turned to each other and grinned, then both spoke a few Indian words and left the Trading Post building to find an explanation of their sudden return. Along the way they spoke back and forth like they were telling stories, and as soon as they walked into the place where the festival was taking place, the historian Raymond Pinder knew exactly what had happened. He brought his hands to his head and said "Oh my God, no." He quickly ran and met the two old men and led them to a private room. They talked and talked and shared emotions. Then the historian explained in Navajo just what had happened and showed them a picture of the two young white boys who had wondered into the Trading post. The two old men looked at the picture Mr. Pinder had taken oohing and aahing at the sight of the two young white jocks, then looking very serious at the thought that they were resurrected from non-Indian bodies. Mr. Pinder had to convince the two that this was not their time to return, and the old men saw that it wasn't meant to be since transformations like this to bring back the old ones was traditionally done in a ceremony using young Indian men who sacrificed themselves to become resurrected in this way.
Mr. Pinder quickly led the two back to the trading post, and the old men agreed to initiate the process and return the young white jocks back into existence. Each one touched the cylinder of their respective jock and the two old men began getting massive hard-ons. The sound of moaning and grunting filled the room as the men's old bodies prepared to ejaculate their seed back into the spinning cylinders. Soon the cylinders attached to their tented pants and the process became very ceremonial as the old warriors chanted as their bodies shot erratically until both bodies were depleted of their Navajo semen. The process was a very painful experience for the old men who had little or no sexual function left. Then the process continued and the two old men felt the cylinders re attach and a tube enter their old pee holes to attach to their ball sacs. The two old men began chanting again as the cylinders pumped the young potent white boy jock seed into them. The old men shook violently as their old cum sacs filled to the brim with the thick pure white semen of Jed and Randy. Their ball sacs swelled and swelled as tears dripped from their weathered faces. It was obviously very painful to return to youth. Soon, starting at the crotches, the men's old clothing began to transform back and resemble the colorful spandex uniforms the boys were wearing and the old warrior bodies became tight smooth, and young and buff and Jed and Randy's life were returned to them unharmed. Randy's eyes opened wide as his cylinder returned to the stand and Jed was just grinning as his tented uniform slowly returned to normal.
"Oh yeah! Let's do that again!" he shouted, not noticing Mr. Pinder watching on. Randy opened his eyes wide and saw Mr. Pinder and immediately began to understand what had happened. Randy began to apologize for not keeping sacred what he knew was out of the realm of White people.
"Oh sir, I am so sorry. You have no idea how sorry we are for invading your most sacred place."
Mr. Pinder too them both aside and said, "Well under other circumstances this could have been a disaster, however we caught this quickly and it's all back now."
"Let's get back to the festival boys," he said smiling and the three returned. "You must not mention this to anyone, you realize," Mr. Pinder quickly told them before they could speak to the others. Both boys nodded their heads yes.
"Hey Jed! Hey Randy!" the gang was calling. "You two get lost out there in the wild?" Both smiled and returned. Jed quickly filled a plate with food, while Randy grabbed a beer and they sat down.
"Whew!" Randy said. "The sooner we get out of here the better."
"Right on," Jed relied.