Mark's Workout Gear (tt hs body swap anal)
by zulator
I picked up the new car at one of the local Mitsubishi dealers, and I was in jock heaven. Not only did I graduate with a 4.0 GPA and receive a basketball scholarship to Yale, I was also given a new car to boot. My family had really gone overboard, and I was really nervous driving back to the high school campus to clean out my locker. I didn't want a scratch on this beauty when I pulled up at the party later this afternoon. I knew all my friends were going to be there. My relatives from all over had flown out for the event, and I felt like I was the hottest jock in the world.
I pulled into the parking lot and parked the car, my head still buzzing from the excitement. I couldn't wait to slip one of my CDs in the changer, but I knew I would have my time with the long drive back to the East Coast. I was wearing a short tank top that showed my bare abs and jean shorts that hugged my hips and showed my Tommy boxer waistband. With the way my jeans draped my body, my crotch looked bowed out, and in my mind I knew I could fill it if I wanted, but it looked good as I strutted in to the front door of Eastwood High School. Walking the deserted halls felt kind of eerie, but my tough buff body gave me all the confidence in the world. I found my locker right away and spun the combination lock for the last time. Ca-ching! The door opened, and I just stared at the paraphernalia I had acquired over the past year, pulling down the pictures of all the cheerleaders and sniffing a pink envelope I got from the prom queen. My cock began to stir a bit, and my pectoral muscles tightened as I remembered prom night. I looked at my watch and knew I had to pick up my suit still at the cleaners and began stuffing things into a shopping bag. Well that looks like about it, I thought, but then stopped and wondered, shit, where is my workout gear? Then I remembered I had left them in the coach's office the last day when I had to change fast. I raced downstairs towards the gym and coming around the corner I nearly slammed into Ralph the maintenance man. I stopped short of hitting him, a middle-aged black man with round face, bald head, wearing his gray uniform and that thick black belt that kept his gut from folding over his waist.
"Oh fuck, Ralph, I'm sorry guy. I was in a hurry and just wasn't watching."
"Mark? What you doing here stud? You should be out partying till you run out of girls!"
Ralph and I always talked and seeing him again was actually a good thing. "Yeah my man. I plan to do just that in a few hours," I said, giving him a high-five. We were both now smiling, and I could see a tear forming in his right eye. "Hey man. You're not getting soft on me are you?" I asked, acting like I was a prizefighter giving him the one-two.
Ralph wiped his eyes and apologized to me. "Sorry Mark. I'm going to miss you stud!" I grabbed him tight, and I could feel him grasp me the same way. "You're like family to me, Mark!"
"And you're like my second Dad, Ralph," I replied, holding him tight.
He pushed me away a bit and held my shoulders looking me over. "You know you're the man Mark!"
And I grinned back. "Thanks Ralph," I said, trying to hold back my deep emotions for this man who knew me like a book and was there when I needed him the most.
"Hey! Now who's going soft?" he said to me.
I rubbed away the tear from my eye and said, "Well man, I'm sure glad you were a part of my high school years, and all the times you let me stay late and work out."
"Hey, I knew a winner when I saw one, "he replied.
"Heck man, I should be sharing this scholarship with you seeing how you were there to count my push-ups and pull-ups after school."
"Oh, Mark. It was my pleasure to do it, and I would do it over again 'cause you're a good son, Mark." Ralph put his hands over his face and began to cry. "Sorry Mark, I called you my son, and that wasn't right."
I grabbed Ralph again to comfort him. Oh man. I knew it was going to come to this, seeing Ralph relive the tragic death of his only boy. "Oh Ralph. You don't know how much I wanted to be a replacement for Edgar. He was my best friend."
Ralph took out his handkerchief and blew his nose and said, "Ok Mark. You better be getting on there. You still have a big day ahead, and a golden future to plan. And I'll get this mopping done and head home I suppose."
"Are you going to be all right Ralph?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. You be going now, Mark, and you remember to write me boy or I will haunt you for sure."
"Yours will be the first letter I write Ralph, so don't worry man, and when I come back for spring break, I'm going to be looking for you so we can catch up on old times."
Ralph smiled wide, and we did another high-five, and I turned quickly so as not to look back and get all emotional again. Ralph turned too and continued to mop the hall, singing a song as he often did.
I made it to the coach's office and went in looking for my gym bag, still thinking about Ralph and not able to remember where I put it. As I rummaged through the piles of lost and found I heard a moaning sound coming from the coach's private office, I stopped to listen more carefully, and it was a moan but not a moan like someone was hurting, rather it was a moan I was kind of familiar with personally. It sounded like someone in the act of sex, and they were really getting it on. I giggled and my cock began to tingle. Then I wondered, shit could that be Coach McKnight in there? That old man is getting it on, I thought, but with whom? Damn, the way it sounded in there I couldn't tell if that male moan was coming from a 60 plus man or my 14-year-old brother. I got closer to the door and I could hear heavy breathing, and the sound of a second person in there with him, and it sounded like another male voice, and my curiosity was running wild.
The sound was so sensual, I was getting rock hard now, and I wanted to know who, what, why, where--I giggled and also--HOW? I put my ear up hard against the wall, rubbing my swollen jeans as I did, and my imagination was running wild. The moaning on the other side of the door was getting louder, and my male hormones were growing intense, and I thought, damn, this is better than those party flicks I would watch with the guys and jerk off.
Then I heard someone shouting, "YES, YES!" I suppose as he was climaxing, and I was dripping now.
Then another male voice yelled out, "OH FUCK MARK! YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!" I was thinking, "yeah babe I am incredible." Then it hit me--HE? What was going on in there? Two fags fucking? Coach McKnight's name isn't Mark. In fact the last time I checked, I was the only Mark in the senior class.
Then HE shouted louder, "MARK YOU STUD! YOU FUCKING LUCKY STUD! YOU BETTER CALL ME FROM YALE WHEN YOU GET THERE OR I'LL TELL YOUR DAD YOU'RE A FAGGOT!"
My jaw dropped like a mile. HE was talking about ME in there, but how could that be? Did I have a twin? I better not have. This is crazy, I thought, and I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door with a huge thrust.
Laying on the coach's couch in front of me was Jim Russell the quarterback and a very good replica of ME fucking his ass. My jaw still wide open, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Oh shit!" I shouted. "Oh shit I must be dreaming! Yeah a dream!" I shouted again this time closing my eyes and hoping when I opened them the room will be empty except for me. I opened them again and nothing had changed. The quarterback is still getting fucked like a dog and the guy who looked exactly like me was doing it! Both turned to look at me and I was in as much shock as they were. The quarterback drenched in sweat couldn't believe his eyes.
"Mark! Oh fuck!" Jim shouted. "Which one is Mark?"
Then my imposter began to shoot cum inside the shocked football player, and the confused kid just closed his eyes then fainted. My imposter got up with a wide smile on his face and walked over to me, and I stood like a fighter ready to jump at him. "Mark," he said, "sorry you had to see this, but actually your timing isn't all that bad."
"Don't get near me!" I warned. "Who are you? You some alien body snatcher? Don't touch me! Stay where you are." My face was all contorted and angry with sweat building up on my forehead.
"Oh fucking relax Mark, you dumb jock," the imposter said giggling. "You're too tight. You need to loosen up man or you're going to cum in your jeans," he said, admiring my crotch.
"You stop looking at me that way you FAGGOT! How did you get my body? I mean is this done with mirrors? Oh fuck! I can't deal with this!" I said almost crying. "Ralph where are you when I need you man?" I whisper, all the time my body-snatching friend was pulling up his jock and shorts and packing away his now awesome fuck muscle. "Hey! Those are mine!" I exclaimed.
The imposter just smiled and said, "Right on Mark. They are yours and filled with enough of your potent juices to turn an old man like old Coach McKnight into the Stud of the Year," he said in a funny pose. He giggled and felt his awesome chest. "Didn't your momma tell you to wash your gear occasionally? You're such a naive jock Mark. 4.0 average, basketball scholarship to Yale, and oh yeah that new car Daddy bought you--or should I say--bought for me?"
"What did you say? You son of a bitch, change back now right now, you hear me? Now or I'll, I'll er..."
The imposter grabbed my shaking fist and pulled me into to his chest. "You're such a hot boy," he said as he grabbed my crotch and my semi-hard cock. "You have no idea what fun I have had being you, Mr. Str8 jock boy."
My face was full of fear and confusion as he seemed to be controlling the situation. I tried to look real tough and said, "You asshole faggot, you can't get away with this!"
He reached over behind me and before I knew it I'm handcuffed to pipe coming out of the wall. "Now what did you say about a FAGGOT? Oh Mark, I am so much a FAGGOT and more, and with your body I will be a very popular FAGGOT! You see Mr. ASSWIPE Mark, I've discovered that wearing your gear can change me into you! I guess it was destiny, my young friend. None of the other kids shit ever did this to me, and I've worn them all! You must be the pedigree--pure unadulterated JOCK! But now it's your turn Mark. Your moment of glory. Your destiny to become Old Coach McKnight!"
"What? You must be crazy! That's impossible!!"
"You dumb jock," he interrupted. "Ain't I living proof of what is possible and what is not? You are so typical Mark."
"Fuck you!" I shout and spit, hitting his face.
"Nice shot Mark. I will say you do have a fighting way about you, but that's all going to change when you become the illustrious Eastwood High coach, and I might add, a very, impotent Coach indeed. You see Mark, 30 years of watching you young studs strutting your stuff, jerking off in the showers and leaving your hot workout gear around like it was nothing, well, it's turned me into a FAGGOT, but now I don't have to dream about fucking guys. I have your body and youth and awesome genes. And seriously Mark, this cock works better than I ever remembered mine working when I was a dumb jock. Hehehe. When I found you stuff the other day I thought I had died and gone to heaven, You never leave your gym bag behind and one whiff of your jock and shorts sent me into such a FAGGOT high, I never thought I would cum down. That is, till I put your stuff on my body. Mark, it was a miracle! My dead cock grew hard and became young, and my balls swelled full of rich Mark-cream as my body started to become virile again. My white thinning pubes thickened and got dark brown, and I could feel the surge of testosterone explode in me, turning my soft ex-jock body into one of the most perfect male specimens I have ever seen. Yes, being you my young friend has now made me the envy of every girl and guy I've come in contact with. My sheer energy level and endurance is like a well-bred racing horse, and I have found my destiny in your physical being Mark!"
I was shaking. I was so confused and felt so violated, like I was just robbed in broad daylight. My imposter took a pair of scissors and started to cut the clothes off of me. First my short tank top, which he sniffed then dropped to the floor. Then he snipped off my jeans down the sides and took a long whiff of the crotch area and then dropped them down too. Finally he cut off my Tommy boxer briefs and sucked out the stained pouch for what seemed an eternity, then stuffed them down the front of his shorts. "I can't let those get too far. Damn, Mark I seem to be falling in love with myself," he said as he licked my sweaty face. "I just may have to start exploring what fucking my own ass is all about."
I was standing in just my sandals now, and he was giggling while he fondled me. "Damn, what a waste it's going to be to see this become inoperative," he said, jerking my cock. Then he licked my hard smooth pectoral muscles and slapped his lips enjoying the salty flavor of my sweat. Then he pulled out his cock again and got it hard in seconds, then walked behind me and poked my ass. He grabbed my tight waist and pulled me into his cock, and I begged him to please stop what he was doing.
"Oh Mark, you know what they say, 'No' means 'yes.'" He proceeded to penetrate my virgin ass, wrapping his arms around me, humping me like I was pussy. I cried louder as his cock went deep in me, and he moaned as he thrust his full length into me. "Oh, fuck YES Mark! This is my destiny!" Then with one more thrust, he let loose a load deep in me, and I uncontrollably tightened my anal muscles around his cock and he kissed my neck. He whispered, "Yeah boy, you love it don't you?"
"YOU BASTARD!" I shouted.
Then he went over and grabbed what looked like a pair of plain white Fruit of the Loom briefs that looked kind of soiled and stained in the front and started to lift my right leg into them, then my left leg, all the while I'm whimpering like a scared 10-year-old and his cum dripping out my ass.
"OKIE DOKIE!" he shouted. "Ok maestro," he said, "give me a drum roll." He imitated a drum roll, then pulled the stinky stained briefs up over my ass, balls and cock, then stepped back and pulled up a chair, and sat down and crossed his leg like he ready to watch a movie.
I was so confused and scared I didn't realize what was happening to me, but from the bulge that was forming in the imposter's crotch, I knew he was getting off on it.
My cock got rock hard, and my balls throbbed like they were going to explode as my cum brewed in my sacs, and then I ejaculated big time, forcing what seemed like a very intense gush of cum out through the cotton pouch of Mr. McKnight's briefs, soaking the front. My hot juice mingling with the coach's pouch deposits causes my rich thick white sperm to combine and take on a yellowish color as it replicated the old man's cream.
"Nice!" he shouted to me rubbing his own cock through the material. "Yes Mark, your last blast was pretty hefty," he said.
I was shivering as my rock-hard cock became like a vacuum hose and sucked in the soupy yellow mixture and I squirmed as it slithered down my pee hole into my ball sacs. Once in my sacs, my rock hard shaft quickly shriveled down to a soft two inches and my ball sacs receded into my groin. My cock and balls instantly became the old coach's, and my thick bush turned white as my DNA was altered forever. Then I felt my tight ass cheeks swell and broaden then sag a few inches, and my imposter was pulling his cock out keeping a tight eye on the happenings.
I felt this acing pain start in my gut, and my stomach just swelled until I had love handles and a gut hanging over my cock and balls. Then the surge went higher, and my muscular tone faded to fat and hair grew wild on my stomach and chest, and then my pectorals dissolved away leaving soft fatty tissue in its place. My shoulders went round, and the muscle was being sucked into my now soft body, and my legs lost definition and got hairy and thin. My arms showed its new age, and my hands showed my veins now, and I have age spots where pure smooth young skin used to be. I felt my face sagging now, and I was crying big time as wrinkles popped out of my tight handsome chiseled face, and my hair receded into my scalp, and I was bald with salt and pepper stubble on my soft chubby face and chest. My facial expression hadn't changed, just aged big time, and my soft brown eyes now deep in their sockets with bushy eyebrows over them. My ears had gotten bigger, and my nose had grown too, and I felt like shit--no stamina to keep this up any longer.
Meanwhile my imposter had blown a huge load and was moaning as his climax seemed to go on forever. "Oh, fuck yes!" he shouted. "Why was Mark's youth wasted on Mark?" he asked himself, making my demise all the more painful for me. "Well, I suppose I have places to go and people to see," he smiled as he headed towards the door. He pauses for a second and counted with his fingers. "Oh yes, cleaners to pick up the suit and then home to shower and get dressed. Oh Yes!" he shouted again, bending down and taking my car keys out of my jeans and my wallet too. "Hmm, you're going to have to explain all this to someone Old Man."
I was still weeping as he left the back way and ran out to my car. I heard a loud squeal as a car outside the building left rubber in the parking lot, and my head crashed down to my chest in defeat.