The Magic Ticket (body swap)
by zulator
Part 1
The afternoon was perfect, the temperature was 80 degrees and a group of my friends and I left work early to enjoy the weather and the park. With an 18 pack of beer and a pizza, Jake, Sam, David and I (Mark) headed to the downtown park where we could take our shirts off and play some Frisbee and enjoy an early dinner.
It was like playing hooky as we left the secretary to close up the office, but the boss was out of town and we had all met our quota's for the quarter, so this was going to be our own little perk for a job well done.
As we entered the park and parked, it only took a few seconds for shirts to fly off of us. All of us except Dave were slipping into our gym bags to find a pair of shorts to put on. I took off my khakis and boxers and slipped on my red gym shorts and I was free. I just wanted to get out in the grass and work off some energy and just let it all hangout. We found a picnic table and dropped the beer and pizza then we all ran out like little kids to play. All of us were similar in age, 24-26, and all of us were jocks. It didn't take long and we were all over the large grassy opening throwing and catching our Frisbee, and we were having a ball.
With sweat dripping down our bare chests, we took a break after about 30 minutes and grabbed a beer.
Whew! That was good we all said in unison, slapping our beer cans together in a toast. The first can went down like water and then there was a second.
Then the third can was starting to give me a buzz, but I wanted to get back to the field and throw some more, but David who was having difficulties running in his dress pants and Sam who just wanted to just sit and drink, were left behind.
Jake and I began to throw back and forth, trying to see who would throw the farthest. We had moved quite a distance from our friends as we got into our contest, and I was nearing a tree covered area and park benches that were frequented by some of the older men who lived near by.
With the sun directly in front of me, Jake's throw became impossible to see, and I ended up running into a park bench and missing the Frisbee. Luckily I was able right myself and only scrap my knee a bit, but the Frisbee had landed under one of the benches where an older man was sitting.
With my heart beating heavily and sweat pouring off my head, face and chest, I approached the man and excused myself, then told him my Frisbee had landed under where he was sitting.
The man smiled as I asked if he didn't mind if I reached under the bench and retrieved my Frisbee. I suppose he was joking as he said, "What's it worth to you young stud?" I was taken back by his comment, kid of grabbing my stomach as he decided to negotiate the recovery it.
"Hey man, I need to get back to my friend, and I am going to get under that bench and get my Frisbee no matter what you say."
The old man began to look stern, like he was pissed I wasn't going to play his game. I suppose he had lots of time on his hands and a game for him would pass some time, as well as get him someone to chat with.
I carefully made my move, and dashed under the bench and lifted the Frisbee out of it's hiding place. As I stood on my knees ready to stand up, the old man grabbed one side of the Frisbee and would not let go.
Before long we were tugging back in forth and to tell you the truth I was getting a bit tired of his folly.
"What is the matter stud boy?" "Afraid to take the time to talk to one of your admirers?" Upon saying that, I felt terrible and apologized profusely, not wanting to offend him, after all he was probably just a nice guy who was also enjoying his afternoon at the park like me.
"So, you admire me then?", I said. Then the old man took my hand and looked in my eyes and said, "Oh yes, I wish I was in your body right now, running and having fun and being the admiration of others just like you are." He was quite serious and I wasn't sure weather to smile or take him seriously myself.
"Well", I said with a gulp, "I suppose a proper wish for a man your age, but if it were possible how would I know you would give it back when it was time for me to go home?" I was giggling now as the old man put his hand to his chin and looked as if he had the answer right on the tip of his tongue.
"Well, it is a question of integrity my boy and I have never lied to anyone in my life!"
"OK", I said to prove that I could trust him in this fantasy of his.
"So is it a deal then?", the old man belted out as he lifted off the bench and stood in front of me as if this were going to happen.
"Deal?" "Unless you know a genie, I think I need to get back to my friends."
I really thought this conversation was going to end with a smile and a handshake, but the old man pulled out a small book from his pocket and pulled out a faded old ticket and put it out in front of me to accept.
"What is this?" I giggled.
"It is a receipt for my wish, and you'll need to take it to make my wish come true, and you'll need it for when I return and give you your body back."
I was getting anxious and wanted to get back to Jake, who was probably giving me up for lost. I looked at the ticket and then the old man and back again several times, thinking whether I should take the ticket to humor the old man or just say See Ya and get back to Jake.
The old man was grinning at me and I decided to take the ticket but when I went to grab for it, he jokingly pulled it away and said, "Are you sure?"
Now I was really getting pissed, and the old man could see it but seemed happy with the game.
I looked him square in the face and shouted, "Fuck yes I'm sure!" and plucked the ticket from his hand, feeling I had won his stupid game.
Within seconds the world around us seemed to go blurry and the old man and I were now spinning in a circle, with the increasing speed pulling us closer together. As our bodies touched I was immediately connected to him and him to me and my thoughts were being bombarded with his and I knew that he was going to get his wish. The first point of contact was our crotches with my cock getting rock hard and it seemed like I was climaxing directly into him and he was loving the stimulation and seemed to be enjoying my flow of cream into him. Then we met at the chest and stomach I could feel my tight hard muscle mix with his soft aged chest and I was taking on his physical features as he took mine from me. It was not only our bodies changing, but our clothes were changing as well. As fast as the spinning had started, we stopped spinning, and I plopped down onto the bench and he was standing in front of me! Before I could say a word I was sitting there in the older mans body and he was young, buff, and ready to party. My head was not ready for this and I couldn't fathom this event even happening, but there I was a 60 something man, sitting on a bench watching my young body take off towards Jake. And oh yes, I still had my original hard on from the swap.
"See you in a couple of hours!" he shouted as he made his way to an area where he could fling the Frisbee back to Jake. I sat there stunned and just stared off into the distance watching my body slowly fade from view.
My cock was still throbbing in my shorts and I moved my hand down to massage it. I wasn't horny before meeting this older man, but I was now and I keep edging myself as long as I could till the cream was released and was dripping down my leg. God that felt good I thought, then I got a bit sleepy after that and just put my head back and took a snooze.
It must have been a few hours and I was awaken and the sun was almost setting and I had given up that my young body would return to swap back.
Oh fuck I thought, what the hell am I going to do in this body? I don't even know who I am or where I live and all that was in my pockets were what looked like house keys and that stupid ticket. I got up off the bench a bit stiff and began walking, really feeling lost and lonely.
I walked about a block, to where the park let out into the neighborhood, and just as I was about to cross the street, I heard this shouting behind me.
"Hey Stop, Stop!" I couldn't decide if the call was for me or someone else, but I turned and to my delight I saw my former body running my way.
The young stud body that I thought I had lost was now standing in front of me. "Wow man that was neat, we played Frisbee and finished off that beer and pizza, I want to thank you for the opportunity to have a few hours of fun!"
My face lit up and the young man said , "Ticket please." And I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. "You thought I wasn't coming back, didn't you?" and I shook my head yes with at tear about to form.
"Well I am a man of my word as I said," And at that the ticket was taken from me and we began to spin like before and the whole transformation went like last time, starting at our crotches and then our chests an stomachs and this time I could feel that young cock surging its load into me and the sensation was incredible. In a few seconds I was me again, and the old man was hard and tented.
"Wow that was powerful wasn't it?" he shouted.
"Fuck yes!" I shouted, and smiled at him as he turning to go home. Thanks the old man shouted and before I knew it my friends were pulling up.
"Mark, so what was the deal picking you up on this side of the park?"
"Oh nothing much, just returning a favor."
Jake could see that I was rather tented, wearing not underwear at all, and said, "Er, was that an oral favor?"
Part 2
After twenty minutes of teasing and razzing by Sam, Jake and David, I was dropped off at my apartment and waved goodbye. I scratched my head as I watched them take off, knowing that what happened today was unique, very powerful, and I was glad it was me that got to swap with the older man, rather than those guys.
Eugene, yes that's his name- shit its all coming into my mind now! Heck, that two hours or so in his body and I think I have acquired some of his memories.
As I popped in Healthy Choice meal into the microwave, I began to get flash backs of the day and of course the overly sexual interaction during the swap. Not being a gay man, it was hard to explain the feelings I had when I was connected to Eugene, it was powerful and sexual and I felt a deep desire once I had merged with him to want to swap.
I grabbed my dinner and sat in front of the TV to get the news, and as the events of the day flew by on the screen, I finished my meal and just laid back as the words began to fade in my ears.
I fell asleep right there, and my dream engine began to percolate, and I was somehow put back into Eugene's body and reliving the day as him.
The day started as usual for Eugene, up at 6am and coffee brewing. Although he wanted to go back to bed, once he was up that was it and the day went on. Eugene loved his morning Danish, heated and coated with butter, and he would sit out on his apartment balcony with his paper, and all was right with the world. Eugene had a plan to visit the park, and hopefully witness the young guys that played there, but this day would be like no other. Eugene would wait till mid-afternoon till he made his way to the park, knowing that was the best time to catch the young guys who were just getting off work, or the ones who were getting in some fun before night shift.
Always on time, Eugene would sit in the same place each day, buying some peanuts to snack on and some bird food to feed the many pigeons that lived in the park.
My mind was going nuts as this day of Eugene's was taking place in my brain, and it was all so vivid and real, as if I had lived it myself. The dream took me all the way to our meeting and the moment we traded back and with a jolt I was awake again, with the TV blaring. I woke up so fast, I didn't notice the stream of cum that had shot out of my cock and was soaking into my shorts and the fabric of the sofa.
Holy Shit, I shouted as I slowly got up to see the total output I had done. Fuck, I thought, this is something I have never done! A wet dream on the sofa?
I took my gym shorts off and used them to clean my leg and crotch, then went into the bathroom and started the shower. As I was ready to throw the shorts into my pile of dirty clothes, I couldn't help but notice a shiny white pubic hair that had stuck to the fabric of my shorts. I took the shorts and looked inside and noticed many white hairs that had apparently torn from my bush and a rush went through my body. What was this I thought? A vivid reminder of today? I was careful to inspect my cock and ball sacs and found that my pubes were brown as always, but this was surreal to find white pubes and the sexual nature of it was tearing at my mind. Why is this driving me so, I thought. Pubes are making me get hard? I was normally straight as an arrow, but the sight of these pubes which were obviously Eugene's, was confusing my sexual drive and the though of them being in my shorts was becoming an overwhelming sexual catalyst.
Grabbing a new towel, I hoped into the shower and washed off my day of work and play and the steam seemed to permeate ever cell in my body. I was hoping the steam and soap would wash away this silliness I was feeling, but as I found out, this was not going away! Washing my cock and balls seemed very sensual, and the thoughts of swapping came back to me and I was hard again in seconds. A vision of Eugene was in my mind and I couldn't shake it. What was this desire I was having? Was this swap thing going to change me into wanting to be Eugene? My mind was filled with more and more information about Eugene, Fuck, I knew his address, birth date, and his social security number was being engrained in my head.
I just stroked and stroked till I shot another load. My red face told me the answer I was looking for, and as I shouted as my climax peaked, and I was calling Eugene's name.
I dried off and tried to make sense of it, then slipped on a clean pair of underwear and jumped into bed. The year of 1938 kept coming up in my head and my mind was filling with information of Eugene's life and it was overpowering my own memories.
The night was a furry of dreams and transformations and when I woke up, my bed was torn apart and I had cum a few times and my mattress and underwear were soaked in cum. As I sat up from my drenched pillow, I was remembering events that took place long before I would have been born.
Some were good and some were bad, and my brain was being taken over and it was hard for me to think straight and remember that I was a young jock.
Again I ran to the shower, my alarm was not set and it was past 7am which means I missed the bus to work and I was pissed. I turned on the water and then slowly pulled down my boxers, only to discover some white pubes stuck to the inner front of my underwear.
My pubes were still brown in my crotch, so what did this mean? Had I become Eugene in my sleep? Was I going to relive the swap with him every day?
I rushed through the shower, scrubbing my entire body. I wanted so much to play with my cock and shoot a load, but this was crazy! I forced myself not to do it, and quickly dried off and found some clothes to wear.
I put on my boxers, dark socks, white shirt, dark blue khakis, and a red and blue tie and loafers and sped out of my apartment, running down the street towards work. When I had reached a certain point, I took a cross town bus and got to work just as Marilyn the secretary was coming back from the coffee shop.
"Mark!" "Hey stud your just in time for coffee, I knew you probably missed your bus, but leave it to Marilyn to know you would be here." As I opened the door for her, she took a whiff of my morning perspiration, and commented, "Woof boy, you just pop out of bed with some babe?" I grinned, but the bulge in my pants made a case for her comment, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't hide this thing that was driving me insane. I was beginning to believe that I was Eugene in every way, even to the extent of craving his favorite lunch time meal of a McDonalds Quarter Pounder, something I would never think of eating. As my stomach growled, I tried to sneak into the office unseen.
I rushed to my desk to sit down, and flipped on the computer, hoping I could get some work going to get my mind off Eugene.
As I got comfortable in my chair, Sam came by wondering if I need a ride to the gym after work, and I smiled and said yes, then Jake walked by me and popped in whispering, "How was the blow job, yesterday?"
"Fuck you," I whispered back, "maybe your just jealous Jake!"
Jake giggled and said, "nah, I don't get my blow jobs in the park." Then scurried over to his own cubical and quickly picked up the phone.
Then to make things even worse, David had printed out a rather suggestive picture off the internet of a hot guy getting sucked off in what looked like a outdoor setting, and folded it into a paper airplane and sent it sailing into my cubical. Needless to say I was still hard, and pissed off. I couldn't fuckin think or figure out how to work the computer. I was flustered and had to get out of that place. I stood up and made a general announcement, "OK guys, Mark is sick and I am going home!"
With that I headed out the door, past Marilyn who just went, "Save some for me Sailor."
I got outside and yelled, "Fuck!" and headed off down the street in the direction of the park. I knew all my answers would be found there, and it seemed like the right place to be right then. I knew inside me that this is where Eugene found peace and contentment, and I needed that more than anything. My gut was crying for food, and I didn't care what I ate. I passed a vender selling hot dogs, and quickly bought two of them, and stuffed them down fast, along with a 20 ounce Coke. I let out a sudden belch, like I just drank a six pack of beer. I was beginning to feel better now that my stomach was filled, and then ran the rest of the way to the park.
When I got there, I had built up a good sweat, and upon entering I bought some bird food and some peanuts and walked over the bench where I had found Eugene yesterday. I sat down in his place and just slumped with one arm over the back of the bench with the peanuts balanced in between my legs and crotch and the bird food at my side. "Fuck!" I shouted again, Peace at last. If Eugene was going to take up all this time in my head, then I might as well take his seat to figure this thing out, I thought. I was completely detached from the Mark I used to be and all memories of him seemed so distant. As I fed the birds and filled up on the peanuts, all I could think about in my head was the mailman who was going to bring me my retirement check and what I would eat come dinner time. My life had become much more simple then I knew possible, with little worries and no big demands on me.
I sat there through the morning and into the afternoon, staring out on the green grass, waiting for the young guys to show up. My mind became fixed on the field and I had even nodded off for a while as I sat there like a statue as if I were Eugene. As I faded in and out of sleep, my mind was further filling with details on Eugene's life past and present. Suddenly a flock of pigeons flew away right in front of me and I awoke to a shirt lined in sweat, and a crotch full of cream. I grabbed my head and just rocked back and forth, wishing I would just be Eugene and get it over with. Every time I thought of him, I was either rock hard or feeling a load of cream in my pants. I needed Eugene, I wanted Eugene and it felt like the only thing left to change was my body.
As I watched a group of young jock's like myself begin to pass a football, I grinned and felt my cock come alive again and before long I was rock hard, hoping one of the guys would have to retrieve their ball somewhere near where I was sitting. I was thinking just like Eugene and being filled with his desires.
Just then I turned and looked down the pathway towards the neighborhoods and there was Eugene headed down towards me, my heart was racing as he got closer and closer, and I noticed that he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. My cock was ready to explode as his eyes caught mine and before I could take another breathe, the wind picked up just then and a wall of dust engulfed both me and Eugene, and my cock blew like a hydrant in my pants.
As the dust cleared, I was standing near a tree coughing and sneezing. As I looked up, there was Eugene sitting in his place on the bench and that Frisbee from yesterday was there under his seat, and I was wearing the red shorts I had on yesterday and the scene was very surreal. Like a magnet I walked towards Eugene and stood before him, and before I could say a word, he smiled and said, "Did you loose your Frisbee again Mark?"
"Fuck the Frisbee," I shouted, "I want to know what you have done to me!" "I can't seem to get you out of my mind, and more than that, you have taken over my sexual desires and we need to do something about this!" "I can't even remember what I do for a living or justify being in the body I am in!"
Eugene put his hand on his chin and thought for a second, grinning because he had pretty much assumed much of who I was and knew the next step was something more permanent.
"Well young stud, if you take this magic ticket, I promise a remedy to our problem!"
With that, Eugene pulled out the ticket and presented it in front of me. The color of it seemed exceptionally bright and new and he made a motion for me to take it.
I went to reach for it, and Eugene again like the first time pulled it away like he was playing a game.
"What the fuck!" I shouted, feeling like he was in control of everything.
Eugene again offered the ticket saying, "You sure you want to take this to the next level?"
"Yes damn it." And I grabbed the ticket from his hand and in a flash we were both in his apartment, nude and in his bed. I was laying there next to him with my cock sticking up like a steel pipe, and Eugene was kissing my neck and teasing my nipples and I was moaning with delight. Then in an instant, Eugene was straddling my body and we were in a 69 position, both gagging on each others cocks. The smell of musk was filling my head and I was sucking Eugene as if it were a life saving event. Eugene's balls, like mine, were rock hard and they laid like lead weights against my chin as I was sucking the life out of him.
As Eugene sucked me like I have never been sucked before, I could tell this was magical and once we both let loose a lot of what was confusing for me would no longer be a factor. Like two peas in a pod, we both climaxed at the same very second, and drinking Eugene's man juice was like drinking sweet cream from a mothers breast. As we both shook, moaned and screamed with ecstasy, all I could think of was one thing - one thought - one desire.
"My God! Eugene!, I want to be you so Fucking Much!", I shouted as his lips met mine and I turned to my side, forcing my cock up against both our stomachs next to his throbbing cock.
We wrestled in his bed for what seemed like an eternity, kissing sucking tongues and sweating like two wild animals, as the transformation, the swapping of bodies, generations and lives was in process. His hairy chest was soaked with my sweat and our ball sacs were as hard as un- ripened pears, as things began to change.
All I wanted was to be this man and I wanted it more than anything. I had been him, inside him and breathed his breath and shot his load, I had been inside his mind and soul and I was ready to give him the last thing he needed to complete the transformation.
Then Eugene made me lay on my back, and said, "It's time Mark," the proceeded to mount my glistening pipe of steal, and as he lowered himself on my cock, I could feel the warmth of his ass swallowing me down to the root of my shaft.
Smiling as his body conformed to my stiff cock, he shouted, "FUCK ME INTO YOU MARK!", and we proceeded to make his dream complete. With each others cum now inside us, the process was beginning, but with Eugene on me like this I knew this would be the real cork buster.
Up and down on my cock like teenaged boy getting his cherry popped, Eugene was in total control of me. I was moaning and shaking as my youthful juices were being sucking into him along with the impending explosion of semen that would finalize the permanent body swap that Eugene had dreamed would happen.
Shouting and screaming as my heavily loaded balls were unloaded and a thick creamy rope of young jock cream was sent up my cock and into Eugene's awaiting body. As the stream filled him and the echo's of my youthful climax shook the walls of his bedroom, this gentle older man was transforming right before my eyes and as his skin tightened and his body molded into mine, my transformation seemed to follow his part for part.
As my face changed, so did his.
As my chest swelled out and filled with white hair, Eugene's got tight buff and smooth.
As my stomach swelled with soft tissue, Eugene stomach was becoming hard and ribbed.
As my ass relaxed and spread, Eugene's was tightening up and becoming molded.
As every youthful hormone and juice was transferred to Eugene, I was becoming relaxed and subdued, and as my cock became Eugene's, I could feel the difference in size and hardness. In seconds it slowly softened as it slipped out of him.
At that moment I feel into a deep sleep and the magic that brought us together, quickly took us apart and Eugene was now Mark, the jock he wanted to be, and Mark found peace in being Eugene.
Life went on, Mark overcame his friends jokes and was very successful, and played in the park almost every day, and Eugene was there on his park bench looking on..
END