A McNight in Mark's Workout Gear (body swap)
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 and receive a scholarship to Yale, but I was given a new car to boot. My family had really gone over board 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 CD’s 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 showing my bare abs and jean shorts that hugged my hips showing my Tommy boxer waistband. 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 ere, but my tuff 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 cheer leaders 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 thought, shit were is my workout gear? Then I remembered I had left them in the coaches office the last day when I had to change fast. I raced down stairs 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? Watch are you doing here son, you should be out party hopping you stud! Ralph and I always talked and seeing him again was actually a good thing. Yeah my man, (we do a high five) I plan to do just that in a few hours. Were both now smiling and I can see a tear forming in his right eye. Hey man your not getting soft on me are you?, I say acting like I’m a prize fighter giving him the one two.
Ralph wipes his eye, and apologizes to me. Sorry Mark, I’m going to miss you stud! I grab him tight and I can feel him grasp me the same way- You’re like family to me Mark! And you’re like my second Dad Ralph, I say holding him tight. He pushes me away a bit and holds my shoulders looking me over- You know you’re the man Mark! And I grin back- Thanks Ralph, I say, 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 says to me. I rub away the tear and say well man, I’m sure glad you were a part of my senior year, 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 pushups 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 puts his hands over his face and begins 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 be getting on there you have a big day still and a golden future to be planning and I’ll get this mopping done and head home I suppose.
Are you going to be all right Ralph?, I said. OH yeah, you be going now Mark, and you remember to write me boy or I will haunt you for sure. You’re the first letter I write Ralph, so don’t worry man and when I come back for spring brake, 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 there piles of lost and found I heard a moaning sound coming from the coaches private shower, 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 McNight in there? That Ole stud is getting it on I thought, but with who? Dam, the way it sounded in there I couldn’t tell that male moan was coming from a 60 plus man. I got closer to the door and I could hear heavy breathing and the sound of a girl in there with him and she sounded young like a high school kid, 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 and where I giggled and also HOW? I put my ear up hard agnst the wall, rubbing my swollen jeans as I did and my imagination was running wild. The chick on the other side of the door was getting louder and the male moaning was growing intense, and I thought – dam this is better than those party flicks I would watch with the guys and jerk off. Then the girl shouted I suppose as she was climaxing and I was dripping now. Then she yelled out OH FUCK MARK YOUR INCREDIBLE! I was thinking yeah babe I am incredible. Then it hit me she was talking to the guy fucking her. Coach McNight’s name isn’t Mark, in fact the last time I checked, I was the only Mark in the senior class. Then she 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 GOT ME PREGNANT. My jaw dropped like a mile, she was talking about me in there but how can that be? Do I have a twin? I better not have. This is crazy I think, and I grab the doorknob and open the door with a huge thrust.
Now laying on the coach’s couch in front of me is the prom queen and a very good replica of ME sucking on her tits. My jaw still wide open - I can’t believe what I am seeing. OH shit I shout Oh shit I must be dreaming Yeah a dream I shout closing my eyes and hopping when I open them the room will be empty except for me. I open them again and nothing has changed. The prom queen was in as much shock as me as she looked at us both – then fainted. The guy gets up with a smile on his face and walks over to me, I stand like a fighter ready to jump at him. Mark! He says. Sorry you had to see this but actually your timing isn’t all that bad. Don’t get near me I shout- who are you ? you some alien body snatcher I shout don’t touch me stay where you are. My face all contorted and angry with sweat building up on my forehead. OH fucking relax Mark you dumb jock, he says giggling- your too tight – you need to loosen up man or your going to cum in your jeans, he says admiring my crotch. You stop looking at me that way you imposter- How did you get my body, I mean is this done with mirrors? OH fuck I shout, I can’t deal with this I say almost crying. Ralph where are you when I need you man? I whisper. All the time my body-snatching friend is pulling up his jock and shorts. Hey I shout – those are mine I exclaim. The imposter just smiles and says right on Mark they are yours and filled with enough of your potent juices to turn an old man like me into the stud of the Year. He giggles and feels his awesome chest. Didn’t your momma tell you to wash your gear occasionally? Yours such a naïve jock Mr. Gordon, 4.0 average, basketball scholarship to Yale, and oh yeah that new car Daddy bought you- or should I say me? What did you say you son of a bitch- change back now Right now - you hear me Now or I’ll - The imposter grabs my shaking arm and pulls me up to his chest – your such a hot boy, he says as he grabs my crotch and my semi hard cock. You have no idea what fun I have had being you- Mr. Straight lace Gordon- Mr. Str8 jock boy. My face was full of fear and confusion, as he seemed to be controlling the situation. I try to look real tuff and say- You ass hole fagot you can’t get away with this. He reaches over and handcuffs appear and before I know it I’m cuffed to pipe coming out of the wall. Now what did you say? I have gotten away with it and now you’ve saved me the time to find you amongst your boring Str8 buddies and make this swap complete. What? Swap? You must be crazy that’s impossible! You dumb jock – ant I living proof of what is possible and what is not? You are so typical. 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 former heart bypass patient I might add, very impotent Mr. McNight.
I’m shaken I am so confused and violated- like I was just robbed in broad daylight.
The imposter takes a pair of scissors and starts to cut my clothes off me – first my short tank top, which he sniffs and moans then drops to the ground. Then he snips off my jeans down the sides and takes a long sniff of the crotch and then drops them down. Finally he cuts off my Tommy boxer briefs and sucks out the pouch for what seemed and eternity, then stuffs them down the front of his shorts, saying I can’t let those get too far. I am standing in just my sandals now and he fondles me giggling, “Dam what a waste it’s going to be to see this become inoperative.” Then he licks my hard smooth pecs and slaps his lips enjoying the salty flavor of my sweat. Then he goes over and grabs what looks like a pair of plain white Fruit of the loom briefs that look kind of yellowish in the front and starts to lift my right leg into them then my left leg- all the while I’m whimpering like a scared 10 year old. OKY DOUGHKEE he shouts- Ok mister he says- give me a drum roll, and then pulls them up over my ass, balls and cock. Then a step back and pulls up a chair, and sits down and crosses his leg like he ready to watch a movie.
I am so confused and scared I don’t realize what’s happening to me, but from the bulge that is forming in the imposter’s crotch I know he is getting off on it.
My cock gets rock hard and my balls throb like they are going to explode, and explode they do forcing what seemed like an gusher of cum out through the cotton pouch of Mr., McNights briefs. Nice he shouts to me rubbing his own cock through the material. Yes Mark your last blast was pretty hefty, he shouts. I’m shivering as my once rock hard cock now shrivels down to a soft two inches and my ball sacs reseed into my groin. Then I feel my tight ass cheeks swell and get broad, then sag a few inches, and my imposter is pulling his cock out keeping a tight eye on the happenings.
I feel this aching pain start in my gut and my stomach just melts and I have love handles and a gut hanging over my cock and balls, and the surge goes higher and my muscular tone melts and hair grows wild on my stomach and chest and then my pecs devolve away leaving soft fatty tissue in its place. My shoulders get round and the muscle is being sucked into my now soft body, and my legs loose definition and get hairy and thin. My arms show age and my hands show my veins now and I have age spots where pure smooth young skin used to be. I feel my face sagging now and I’m crying big time as wrinkles pop out of my tight handsome chiseled face and my hair reseeds into my scalp and I am bald with salt and pepper stubble on my soft cheeks and chest. My facial expression has not changed, just aged big time and my soft eyes now deep in their sockets with bushy eye brows over them. My ears have gotten bigger and my nose has grown too and I feel like shit, no stamina to keep this up any longer. Meanwhile my imposter has blown a huge load and is moaning as his climax seems to go on forever. OH fuck yes he shouts, why is youth wasted on the young he goes on. Well I suppose I have places to go and people to see, he smiles as he heads towards the door. He pauses for a second and counts with his fingers oh yes cleaners to pick up the suit and then home to shower and get dressed. OH Yes he shouts, bends down and takes my car keys out of my jeans and my wallet too. Hum your gonna have to explain all this to someone- I just hope they believe you.
I’m still weeping as he leaves the back way and runs out to my car. I hear a loud squeal as he leaves rubber in the parking lot, and my head lowers in defeat.
END