Mark's Workout Gear 2(body swap hs mast)
by zulator
It seemed like an eternity to me having to hold my hands up in these handcuffs. I was still in shock from the body transformation, and Mr. McKnight's body had many aspects to it besides the pains. To say it was very different from my 18-year-old athletic body was an understatement. So this is what being old is all about. I thought. A good lesson in humility I supposed. I always respected older people, and now I respected them even more.
Suddenly I heard that familiar song coming up the hall, and I knew it was Ralph, and I began to feel a lot better about the situation.
"Anyone in there?" Ralph shouted.
"Yes. Yes!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and Ralph rushed in, and he couldn't believe what his eyes saw.
"Glory Be!" he shouted, seeing me cuffed to a pipe in just FOTL briefs, and on the couch was the senior quarterback laying out with his boxers and shorts around his ankles and no shirt on. "Holy Mother of God," Ralph went on as he tried to make out what was going on. "Oh Sweet Jesus. Mr. McKnight, are you ok?"
"Yes, Ralph and thank God you're still here."
"Well, let me get my tools and cut this link and get you down, sir. My goodness. Who would do this to you? And why is that kid half-nude over there? Oh Mr. McKnight, I bet you have one hell of a story to tell!
"Yeah Ralph, and it's a story I feel most will not believe."
Ralph cut the chain with a pair of bolt cutters and helped me to a chair. "My goodness sir, tell me what happened, if you can."
While I tried to put words to the mayhem, the quarterback woke up and looked around quickly like a scared bunny. "Oh shit, he said, "please don't tell anyone about this, please. I was just letting a bud suck me off and then the weirdest thing happen."
"I bet," said Ralph looking pretty upset that this boy had been a part of such a thing.
The quarterback looked at coach and said, "Sir, I'm so embarrassed. The last thing I remember is seeing double."
Something told me this wasn't going to work out right. "Just relax son," I said. "There is something going on here that needs to be sorted out."
"Hey," said Ralph, "where is Mark Gordon coach? He said he was coming down here. He was supposed to get something or say goodbye."
"Yeah... that's the thing Ralph. Mark is still here Ralph."
"Well I thought so 'cause his car is parked in the front of the building now, and I'm sure it was parked in the back just a while ago. If he's still here, he's locked in cause all the school doors are locked coach," Ralph went on.
"Ah, that may be a very good thing," I said out loud.
"Ok, now someone is going to tell me what is going on here," Ralph said in an authoritative way. "First you young jock," referring to the quarterback, "what is your story?"
"Well Ralph, I came to school to get well--you know."
"Yeah I know very well what you came here for," Ralph replied giggling. "So you're the 'suckee' as they say, what happened to the 'sucker?'" Ralph asked looking the jock straight in the eye.
"Well sir, you're talking about Mark now. He was giving me head and then it happened."
"Oh I think you got that wrong son. First of all, Mark would not do that."
"Well sorry to disappoint you Ralph, but Mark gave me head, until, well, until..."
"Speak up boy!"
"Well, until Mark came in."
"Ok boy, what kind of crack you taking there? You don't make any sense."
"Please believe me. I know it sounds crazy, but Mark was sucking me good, and then another Mark came in, and that was when I passed out."
Ralph was appalled and incredulous. "Oh boy. Sorry I asked. Ok coach, your turn."
"Well, if you didn't believe him, you're certainly not going to believe me either," I said.
"Just tell me coach. Maybe your story will make sense."
"Hmmm, well I came in here and found Mark sucking off Jeff here, but there is one catch to the story Ralph. You see, when I came in here, I was Mark. I mean, I *am* Mark, but I am stuck in Mr. McKnight's body."
"Well, now I have two cracked-up stories. Listen Mr. McKnight, I have always had the highest respect for you, but this story of yours implicating Mark is ludicrous, and I'm so ashamed of the way you both were going down on each other and using Mark as the scapegoat."
"Damn, Ralph! I knew no one would believe this, and you just have to see it to believe it!"
"See what you pervert? I don't know what is stopping me now from calling the police and having you both arrested."
"Oh shit Ralph," I said starting to cry. "I'm trying to tell you the truth."
"Ah now. Stop that--a grown man crying like that--have you no pride?"
Just then, they heard someone running down the hallway toward the coach's office, and Ralph said, "Hey all of you guys hide in this storage room for a minute." As Jeff and I went into the storage room, Ralph started mopping the floor as Mark (the imposter) came barreling around the corner and into the office.
"Oh Ralph!" the imposter said kind of surprised not to see anyone else.
"What? Were you expecting someone else Mark?"
"Er, no, I was looking for you to get myself out. All the doors are locked."
"I thought you left along time ago Mark."
"How would you think that? I just ran into you just now Ralph."
Ralph now knew something wasn't right since he and Mark had such an emotional meeting in the hallway. "Oh, janitor intuition I guess, but now that you're here Mark I wanted to tell you how much I am going to miss you son."
"Oh, well, that's nice to say Ralph seeing how I'm just one of a large graduating class." Ralph turned a minute then took the mop handle and gave the imposter a swift slam to the head, and he fell to the ground out cold. "Hmm, now maybe will get this story straight."
Ralph let Jeff and me out of the storage room, and we look surprised to see the imposter lying on the floor. I thought Mr. McKnight had already taken off with my car earlier when I heard one peeling away in the parking, but that must have been someone else who was already outside the building.
"Ok gents, now this better be good, 'cause I just bopped a very close friend of mine and knocked him flat out."
"Ok, ok, I can show you now what happened Ralph, but we're going to have to get those pants and underwear off that person on the floor."
Ralph got ready to bop me. "Now, no more funny business you hear me? I'm not going to take much more of this gay shit a minute longer!"
"Please Ralph, I have to in order to prove this to you. Just let me do this and then you decide."
"Ok you have about one minute before I call the cops."
I scurried to the floor and took off the imposter's jeans and underwear, and Ralph looks on in disgust, and Jeff was squeezing his crotch. I got the underwear and then dropped my FOTL, and put my boxer briefs back on. Within seconds Ralph's eyes opened wide and Jeff went into shock as both witnessed the old body I was in transforming into my old hot perfect body.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Ralph shouted. Jeff fainted again and slid down to the floor.
"See Ralph? I wasn't lying to you. Ralph, you with me?"
"Son, my God! This is too much for me to handle. How in heavens name can this be possible?"
"Ralph if I could answer that I would, but it was Mr. McKnight who did this and then changed me into him. The coach is the pervert and he was the one who decided to steal my body to use at his will. I'm so embarrassed because I don't know how many jocks he has had sex with using my body, and my reputation could be in jeopardy now."
Ralph grabbed me tight. "I believe you now Mark, and they will have to believe you if it comes to that." Just then the imposter was waking up.
"Oh shit!" I shout. "We have to stop him and prevent any more shit."
The imposter got up fast and started running away, and I jumped on him. "Ralph, call the police please!" I screamed, and he ran back into the office and dialed 911. He then came back out to the hallway. In our fight, the coach pulled down my boxer briefs and they managed to fall off me and then he took off his shirt, and we were both now fighting nude. He figured if we both were naked, Ralph couldn't tell who was the real me. Ralph figured this out too and wanted to help me but was just as confused as anyone would be.
"Hmmm," Ralph said, rubbing his chin. "If two can play this game then I am sure three can." He took his shirt off, then his pants, socks and shoes and then his white boxers, then picked up my boxer briefs and got ready to put them on. "Oh dear God, forgive me for this. I am doing this to save Mark." Ralph took in a big breath and then slid the boxer briers over his ass, balls and thick uncut black cock and huge ball sacs covered in kinky white hair. In seconds, his body went on a transformation that would turn this nice, straight 65-year-old black man into an 18-year-old buff, white athlete, and for Ralph, a rare sexual climax. Ralph's aged black body began shrinking to 5'9" from 6 feet, then his kinky head of salt and pepper hair went straight, lengthened and turned dark brown. His sunken chest swelled with my muscle mass, and his stomach formed tight hard abs. While his ass formed a firm, tight bubble butt, his skin was changing to Caucasian with a nice athletic tan, then his legs, arms and shoulders swelled with muscle, and his facial features became mine. Ralph just stood there for a second in awe of what he had just become and a little embarrassed with the load hot cum he shot into my boxer briefs. Ralph reached around to feel his chest and his wet crotch, which contained a new active sexual organ.
"Oh I feel so good Lord!" he shouted then dropped the boxer briefs and joined in on the scuffle. Now three of us were engaged in this fight, and I realized what Ralph had done and so did the imposter. Now more than ever Ralph was confused as we both tried to convince him which of us was the real Mark.
"Oh Lord, what do I do now?" Ralph yelled as he had me almost in a chokehold. "Mark, if this is you, tell me something only we would know." Ralph had me in such a hold that I couldn't talk. "Mark, tell me about my big loss."
I tried to speak, "S-son, your-r-r- sooon-n-n."
Ralph loosen his grip a bit. "Did you say my son?"
"Yes," I said and repeated and repeated.
"Ok then," he said and let me go. We then both jumped and held on to Coach McKnight, the imposter.
"Ralph, you're so clever," I said as I held on to the coach's hands while Ralph had his feet. By this time Jeff had woken up, and the police were knocking at the door. "Jeff, get me something to tie this guy up with." When he saw there were now *three* Marks, he looked like he was ready to faint again. "Don't faint Jeff! It's real. Get a rope."
Jeff ran into the office and was frantic, but he manages to spot a lamp and tore the cord out of it and ran back. "Here! Here!" he said as we tied the imposter's hands together, and before we did his legs I had Jeff go back and get the coach's FOTL briefs. We forced the briefs back on the imposter's body and then made the final tie and watched him change back. Jeff fainted again, and Ralph was holding the transforming Mr. McKnight down as he fought for his life.
The police were ready to break the door down now, and we all panicked. I ran into the coach's office and grabbed our clothes. Ralph bopped Mr. McKnight on the head to stop his struggling, and I threw Ralph my boxer briefs, jeans and tank top, and I proceeded to put on all of Ralph's stuff. First his boxers, shirt, dickie pants, and finally his socks and shoes.
"Mark, what you doing boy?"
I giggled as I started to transform into Ralph's former body. "Just wanted to know what you're all about there, man." In seconds, my buff young body became older, black, and stretched to 6 feet tall. As my muscles faded and my hair got kinkier, I could feel my healthy manhood changing, swelling thick and my kinky bush now tickled. My new cock was rock-hard as the changes finalized, and I couldn't help letting loose with a load of my own. "OH FUCK!" I shouted as Ralph saw the bulge in my pants and broke out with a laugh.
"YOU DO an old man good there, Mark," Ralph said giggling.
I hurried as fast as I could in my new body to let the police in, and they took Mr. McKnight into custody.
Once the excitement was over and the cops were gone, the three of us--me in Ralph's body, Ralph in mine, and Jeff-sat in Ralph's office giggling and going over the events of the day.
"Well Ralph, I hope you have enjoyed being in my body. I know I have really gained some insight being you for at time.
"What?" Jeff said. "You guys swapped bodies? When did this happen?"
Ralph and I laughed. "When you passed out for the fourth time Jeff, as Ralph and I were swapping clothes." I said to Ralph, "I'd take your body over Mr. McKnight's any day."
And Ralph smiled as he pulled up his damp boxers and felt the changes happening. "Oh Mark, thank you so much for letting me know you so intimately."
I just smiled as I pulled up the boxer briefs and stuffed my thick cock in them and closed my eyes to take in the sensual transition from Ralph' body to mine. Changing cocks like we were just doing, we couldn't hold back the inevitable ejaculation.
"Holy Mother of God, forgive me," Ralph shouted as his cock changed back to his thick kinky hair-covered one, and the blast of hot cream that shot out of it as his transformation completed.
I was biting my tongue as my boxer brief stain grew with my own release of cream. "Oh yeah," I shouted.
Meanwhile, Jeff was beating off as he watched us both make the change, and his load shot up in the air, hitting the hanging ceiling light over Ralph's desk.
"Well, I guess we all got our relief, I see," Ralph commented. We all took in a breath of relief thankful that everything had returned to normal. "Well Mark, don't you have a party to get to?"
"Oh yes, and I have to pick up my suit too." I got up and hugged Ralph, and Jeff stuffed his cock in his pants and said, "Hey Mark, can I get a ride home?"
I smiled and said, "Sure bro," and the two of us headed out waving to Ralph as we left. Jeff and I jumped into my hot new car, squealing the tires as we left the front parking lot.