One Drink Too Many (body swap)
by zulator
It was a long night of partying and I had drunk myself sober. All my friends had gone home and I was driving around in no real direction and found myself heading out of town towards Tucson. I was wide awake and I needed another drink I thought, so I pulled off the interstate and stopped at a small bar that catered to truckers and pulled in. The parking lot was vacant except for one big rig, so I headed inside to continue drinking.
The bar was dimly lit and I got a seat on one side of the bar and sitting on the other end was a older man whom I assumed drove the big rig out side. The bartender came up to me and asked "What do need young man" and I told him to give me a tall one of whatever was on tap. He made me show ID and I grinned as I showed him that I was 21.
I was horny as hell and was planning to drink myself till I could wear off the desire I was having. I was wearing a tight ribbed maroon tee and my loose fitting stone washed jeans with my boxer waistband showing. My hair was spiked and blonde and I think my deodorant had failed as I could get a good whiff of my pit scent. My boxers were a bit uncomfortable as well, as I had been semi hard all night and leaking cum in them. I needed a shower, but I didn't care, I just wanted to drink.
I was served my beer and downed if fast, then asked for another. The bartender giggled as he watched me down the whole thing. "You're a thirsty young stud aren't you" he said and I grinned as the middle aged bartender staring at my chest definition that showed through my shirt. I had to admit that my physique was V shaped and my waist was around 30 inches. I had blue eyes and a chiseled face and I could easily make money modeling. However there was nothing more gratifying than to see an older man get hot looking at me.
As I drank down the second beer, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the older man sitting on the other end of the bar was looking at me and shaking his leg at the same time. Once I put the glass down, I whipped my lips of foam and smiled at the old guy.
I suppose he was your typical older rig driver, he was pudgy, thinning white hair, was wearing one of those billed hats and was complete with a spreading waist and a gut that hovered over his belt. He was wearing a checkered button down shirt with his chest hair showing above the A shirt he had on under it, and he had a white mustache. By the size of him he looked like he drank a lot. As I gave him the once over, I gave out a rather out of character belch and he smiled and then motioned for the bartender to order up another beer for me. He was telling the bartender how hot I looked, and in a minute or less there was a new beer in front of me. I smiled and acknowledged his gift and held the beer up to toast him.
As I took the beer up to drink, the older man made his way down to where I was sitting and took up residence next to me.
"So are you alone tonight stud boy?" he asked.
I put the beer down with a grin and said, "You don't see anyone else with me do you?"
"Hey don't get snippy with me boy, I was just wondering what a stud like you was doing in a bar like this all alone."
"Well sir, I am drinking myself into a stupor so I can crash when I get home."
"Ah, ok, well I was just wondering if you were looking for something to do, you know - well do I have to spell it out?"
I could tell this old man was undressing me as he spoke, and he was still shaking his legs, but this time he was rubbing his leg against mine. I knew exactly what he wanted, so I began to tease him to see what reaction I would get. I began to rub my leg against his hard, letting him feel my muscled leg against his. He clinched his glass and I could hear a slight moan as he lowered his other hand down to his crotch, where he was squeezing his package in the hopes he would get rock hard for me and show me how tented he could get. I kept rubbing against him and when his hand roamed over to my crotch, he was very happy to find me rock hard. He squeezed my cock as if it were a handrail and I smiled at him and said, "So have you found something you like old man?"
"Fuck yes you stud, you going to let me get into your pants?, I want milk that hard rod you have in your pants, you fucking hot stud!"
Then to tease him some more I looked down at my crotch and forced his hand off of me. Then pulled my leg back and said, "Fuck no, I just wanted to see if you could get hard, but I don't see nothing in your pants that looks like a stiff cock to me, besides I don't have time for limp old men like you." "Your best load is still in your rig, old man". I laughed so loud right then and his face got real weird.
Then I got up and headed to the men's room and the old man was feeling like a looser and ordered another drink to think over his next move. When the bartender brought his drink he said to the old man, "not getting anywhere with the jock are you?, here slip this into his drink and then see what happens!"
The bartender gave the old guy a vial of powder. "What's this stuff?" the old man asked.
"It's your ticket out!" the bartender said.
"Ticket out of what?" the old man replied.
"Ticket out of your pathetic life. You want to be that stud don't you? and this will make that dream come true!"
"You fucking with me?" the old man said squeezing his crotch again.
"Just do it and you'll find out soon enough" the bartender said.
At that, the old man immediately put the powder substance into my beer and swashed it around to dissolve it.
When I came back out from the men's room I was shirtless to further tease the old man, but instead of finding a disappointed old man, I was looking at a man who had gained some confidence and I was getting ready to expect another round of physical innuendoes.
I hopped up on the stool and grinned at him, then took the beer in front of me and downed it in a second, giving off another big belch. Then I rubbed my bare defined chest moaning at bit.
Still grinning at the old man, my head began to spin a bit and my eyes got a bit blurry, but I tried not to show that I was having a problem. All of a sudden my cock got so hard again. I felt like I should take off my pants to relieve the pressure, but that was not really an option being in the bar as I was. Then a wave of heat flowed through me and I began to show sweat beads on my forehead and my pits were on fire as I began to sweat heavily and my body odor was getting over powering.
Then I started getting these incredible sexual feelings for the old man next to me. He was looking very attractive to me and I was fantasizing having sex with him. My head was throbbing now as I imagined the taste of his cum and the feeling of him sucking me dry so I began to leak in my pants again. I shook my head like I could shake this feeling off me, but alas I wanted this old man and the desire was growing with every second.
Totally out of character, I reached my hand over to his crotch and felt his soft cock and was massaging it in the hopes it would get hard, because I wanted him rock hard so badly. The old man took my hand and unzipped his pants and forced my hand inside where I could touch his cock and balls. Once I had contact directly on his package, he began to stiffen up a bit but not very hard and he moaned like he hadn't done this for a very long time. Before I knew it his hand was in my pants and my boxers and was jacking my rock hard cock as he rested his lips on my neck, taking in the heavy scent of my athletic body.
As he cuddled close, I could smell the stale dried old man sweat smell with a hint of some stinky grease, mixed with the odor of his bad breath. Normally those smells would send me running, but for some reason they were just making me hotter and hotter and my balls sacs were getting hard as rocks.
I was moaning like this was the most important thing I could be doing. He was whispering in my ear, telling me that he wants my body and soul and he began to lick my ears and then ended up on my young lips.
I turned towards him and grabbed him and we were totally engrossed in hugging and we were meshing our swollen crotches together as we took turns sucking each other's tongues. Before I knew it my cock was taken out of my jeans and they were at my ankles. In another second his big jeans were down around his ankles along with his ripe briefs. I could feel my wet cock against his and we were humping each other a bit. His ball sacs were like soft cushions and my hard stiff cock rubbed them and his soft cock.
Before I knew it he had me stretched out against the barstool and he was sucking my cock like no tomorrow. As he sucked me wildly, he reached up and was rubbing me and squeezing my sweat coated hard pectorals. He was feeling my chest like he had never felt anything so masculine in his life.
I was so hot and in real heat as he fondled me and sucked and sucked and as the sweat dripped down my chest and stomach my lean back arched and I exploded with much passion. As I pumped my juice into him, he moved his hands down to my ass cheeks and squeezed and pulled me deeply into him. My cock went so deep into him, it was as if he had swallowed me whole. I was shaking wildly as I blew several loads of my thick cream into him. The old man was shaking and moaning like he had just had his first climax.
Once he was done drinking me dry, I fell limp to the floor on all fours, where he then proceeded to mount my ass and force his cock into me.
All I could do is scream, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck - not my ass please old man!"
My screams went unheard as the old man penetrated my virgin ass and fucked me hard, grabbing my waist to guide his body onto his cock. The old man was in a frenzy as he fucked me, slamming his ball sacs into my cheeks as if he had gained some extraordinary energy. As I whined, wailed and begged him to stop, in a few seconds he had taken my cherry, and my body was going into a tail spin. Every inch of me was throbbing as if I had lost my youthful strength.
Soon the old man gave way and sent his load deep into me and I could feel it slamming against me inside and I felt so violated and dumb.
However that was not my major concern, as I trembled and began to watch my skin age. In just a few minutes while I remained on all fours, I began to take on the old mans physical features as he took on mine. For a time it was like a surreal dream as every youthful juice was zapped from me and my muscular physique and young handsome features faded away to reveal the old mans face, skin and soft hairy chest and stomach.
The old man tightened like a rubber band going back to its original shape and in an instant he was young and hard and was me totally. I could hear the bartender moan as he climaxed right then, sending his cum right down his leg.
I stumbled around as the bartender looked on and was still moaning, shouting, "Works Every Time".
The old man stood up now in my body, punching his hard chest like a monkey showing me he was now king of the hill.
"That's what you get when you tease an old man!", he shouted, then took my jeans and boxers and put them on. "I don't know who the hell you are kid, but I am going to have fun finding out!"
And with that he left the bar and took off in my car.
I made it to my feet only to have the bartender tell me the bar was closing and that I should get dressed and leave. Crying, I put the old mans clothes on and limped out of the bar to the big rig outside. Standing in front of it, I shouted up to the heavens, "Why God Why ME!"
END