One Spicy Meatball, The Demise of Mark Gordon (body swap)
by zulator
With the help of my uncle, I was able to find my own apartment and move out of his house finally. I have been a guest of the family for over a year now and although we all got along, it was time to get my own place to go with my new job. My uncle, being in real estate, quickly found what appeared to be the perfect location and apartment. In a quiet residential area, he found an older man who was renting his mother's old apartment that was actually part of his house, but it had a private entrance and most importantly it was close to the freeway and my work. Two days before I started my new job, my uncle and my cousin helped move what little I had: TV, Clothes, my Bow Flex, and stuff jocks collect. The apartment was so cool because it was furnished already and the house had a pool in the backyard.
When we got to the place, it was my first meeting with the owner, and as it turned out, he was a pretty happy-go-lucky old man. He only stood 5'2", was sporting a very large and mature stomach and was very hairy. As I found out, he was of Italian descent and he looked it too with that round olive-toned face of his, hairy legs and a chest that looked more like a forest of white snow. His name was Tony Lapposini, and when we met he was wearing tan cargo pants and a tank top that showed the forest of hair he had. Tony was very animated and wanted to know all about me, and my job, and was quick to help me move and arrange things the way I wanted. He allowed me to put my favorite college and professional banners up on the wall and there didn't seem to be anything he would say no to. I suppose the hardest thing I had to do was to put my Bow Flex back together, and Tony wanted to help. It took us an hour to get it back together and I must have told Tony the complete story of Mark Gordon's life.
I'm a pretty casual guy, I am a gym teacher and I have a pretty nicely muscled body and cute face I am told for a 25-year-old. I love to dress as little as possible, not to be a show off, but to feel comfortable and free, so once I got settled, the time I spent at the apartment I would always be wearing thin soccer shorts and no shirt and would be wearing my flip flops. Tony was very out of shape, but he carried his weight well and for a short hairy man, he would be considered cute by some standards. To me, Tony looked a lot like Danny DeVito, but much older and with more white hair and mature face. Anyway, Tony was very happy to have me there. He loved to look at me and would always comment on my body like a father would, and he would always make me blush at the comments he would come up with.
It was only the second day of living in Tony's apartment when I had entered through the private entrance, coming straight from work and finding a note on the table from him.
Hey Mark--it said. I made your dinner for tonight and put it in the refrigerator for you. I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs. Signed Tony. I giggled as I took off my shirt and rubbed my hard chest and headed to the bathroom to shower. What I guy, I commented to myself. I hadn't even thought about dinner, the new job was great, but I had a lot of prep to do and I knew I was going to be up late setting up attendance rosters and grade books. I almost forgot what teaching was all about, with such a lapse from my first job in California.
Oh well I thought as I took off my khakis, shoes and socks, then my boxer briefs. I stretched a bit as the water heated up, doing a few deep bends and twists, to loosen up after sitting most of the day in meetings. The water started to steam up the bathroom, and I got in and it felt so awesome to lather up and feel clean once again. It was like rinsing off the road tar of the day and even with the strongest antiperspirant, my pits were reeking with the odor of a true jock. I have to say that my sweat is usually sweeter smelling if I had just worked out, but just doing little or nothing during the work day made my sweat smell really rank. Once cleaned, I slipped on a clean pair of boxer briefs and put on my favorite Umbros to lounge in. I heard a knock at the door, not the front or back door, but the door between my apartment and Tony's house. I was toweling my hair as I walked over and opened it.
"Mark," he shouted. "Gosh, you hunk. About time you got home." He was always so animated and smiling. He pushed his way in and checked my phone. "Yep, it's working Mark. The phone man hooked it up this morning for you."
"Oh, thanks," I told him. I hadn't even thought about it when I set up the service.
"And oh yes," Tony went on. "Here is the key to the mail box Mark. Don't lose it son," he said like a true parent would.
"Thanks Tony," I said as he just stared at my chest and what appeared to be tented Umbros.
"Whew!" He giggled, "it's because of kids like you they sell so much Viagra for us old people."
I smiled at that, not knowing how he meant it, but I knew it had to be a compliment coming from Tony. Tony turned to leave and I followed him to the door, but he turned around abruptly almost running into my chest
"Oh," he said. "Did you get my note?"
I thought for a second. "Oh yeah dinner. Thanks man, I had no plans at all and it was so thoughtful of you." I smiled.
Tony seemed to use the time it took me to respond to stare more. Then out of the blue he came close to sniff my chest.
"What is that cologne you're wearing son?"
"Er, well it's called Eternity by Calvin Klein," I said.
"Oh," he remarked and finally left the room and I closed the door. Wow, I thought, what a curious guy he is! I giggled and returned the towel to the bathroom and then took out all the paper work I had brought home and spread it on the kitchen table. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and started in.
Several hours passed and I looked up at the clock. Shit, I said, I better eat now, as the clock said 9pm. I went and retrieved the meal Tony had provided and then heated it up in the microwave. In a few minutes, I was working away and eating from Tony's dish of spaghetti and meatballs. I was trying to concentrate on what I was doing while I was shoveling in his tasty Italian meal. Yum, I thought to myself, Tony is a great cook. I leaned back in my seat and stretched my chest and stomach. Damn, this is going to be great I thought. I had finished all the spaghetti on the plate, but I was not a big eater and the meatball looked like it would be a challenge for me, so I left it on the plate and worked feverishly to finish all the attendance rosters I had.
I looked up at the clock again and it said 11:30pm. Damn, it's past my bedtime. I put all the papers together and back into my briefcase, then got down on the floor to do some sit ups. I quickly did 50 fast ones. I got up to clean up from my meal, and that one meatball was staring me in the face. Damn that looked good, I thought, and I sat back down and took my fork and broke off a piece to taste. Wow, this great I said, and just devoured it in a second. I took Tony's dish to the sink to wash it, and on the way I let loose a big belch. Damn, that's-a Spicy Meat-a-ball, I giggled. I returned to the bedroom and dropped my Umbros and jumped into the bed stomach first rubbing my hard chest and stomach into the soft sheets, then found a comfortable spot where my bulge felt nice and cozy.
I was so tired, I didn't remember falling asleep, and when the alarm went off it was like a shock. I got up feeling groggy as hell, the clock said 5:30am, and I made my way to the bathroom to relieve my morning pee hard on. When I would pee, I would just pull the waistband down to let my cock out, but this morning when I did it hurt, and after a careful inspection I found dried crusted cum all over my cock and pubes and it was like pulling semi dried glue from my tender pubes. Shit, I thought, wet dream? What was I thinking about? I couldn't imagine, of course I didn't remember when I feel asleep either. I took my boxer briefs off then stretched out the sticky shaft of my cock and let my morning flow go. I marveled at the load I must have shot, all my pubes were coated and my cock shaft was clammy from the dampness. Since I usually work out first thing, I decided to wait to shower when I was done. I put my Umbros back on with out and underwear, and headed to the Bow Flex. I did my normal routine of 45 minutes, focusing on my chest, shoulders and legs. When I was done, I did about 100 crunches and stood up and felt great. I then started the shower and got all cleaned up and into a clean pair of underwear. I quickly got dressed, dismissing the wet dream, got myself groomed up and headed to the kitchen to fix breakfast. On my way I had gathered my dirty clothes from the day before and was going put them near the porch door where the washer and dryer are located. As put the clothes in a mesh cloth bag to leave for later, I could hear Tony coming out of his house and heading over to my door. I opened the door in advance of his knocking.
"Hey Tony," I said smiling.
He came in fast and said, "So, how was that meal Mark, the best you ever had, right?"
I giggled, "Yes Tony. It was super. You're a great cook man."
"Yeah, thanks Mark. We have to keep your nourishment up," he said with a grin. Then he quickly gave my crotch a squeeze, saying, "You need all the protein you can get Mark for the Badda Bing Badda Boom--if you know what I mean."
I was shocked at how forward he was. I had never had another man touch my crotch let along grab and squeeze it. He saw how embarrassed I was and quickly changed the subject.
"Mark, I see you have laundry. My cleaning lady does mine, so you can get yours done too."
Before I could say another word he had the bag in hand with my morning surprise in it and the rest of my worn stuff from yesterday.
"Don't say another word," Tony shouted and he turned and started whistling and was gone as fast as he appeared. I shook my head, did all this just happen or was I dreaming? This old man had just groped my crotch and then took off with my personal underwear and clothes. I closed the door and got my cereal and milk and sat down, still with my head spinning. Tony was a pushy little guy, I had finally realized. He was nice, but pushy, and I was wondering if this place was really as wonderful as I thought at first. Maybe I am putting too much into it? I mean it seemed like Tony was a straight man, just a touchy Italian guy, who probably grew up with touchy parents. Yeah that's it, I said as I finished my Wheaties and put the bowl and spoon in the sink. Well I've got to go, I thought, and headed out to my car and then I was on way.
There were more meetings and reports to do once I got to school and I knew it was going to be another boring day. Dang, I thought, can't wait till the kids arrive and the fun part of the job starts. With any luck I might be able to stay after school some times and throw some hoops too, I thought.
At school, one of the teachers, Gary Wilson, had befriended me right away. He was the one teacher who was slightly overweight and was and ex-pro football player. Gary had accumulated a rather noticeable gut and would probably look pretty hot if he lost about 50 pounds. Anyway, Gary somehow ended up in my office over the past few days, just chatting about sports and stuff. He knew exactly what I liked and it was nice to find someone at work who had some similar interests. The last half hour of school was Gary and I with our feet up on the desk laughing and joking. I had only met Gary a few days before, but we seemed to hit it off pretty well. He was single like me and I am sure he was looking for a friend to relate to. Gary was 27, 2 years older than me and had been teaching Math for 3 years. The other common thing between us was that I was also a math teacher when required, but this year I would only be a gym teacher. I suppose you might say Gary and I hit it off and it looked as if we were going to be friends. Gary was real interested in getting his own Bow Flex, and he was going to stop over this evening to check out mine. I gave Gary my address and he said he would show up around 8pm.
When I got home that afternoon, I was again pretty tired of doing mostly nothing all day, and got in the apartment and just wanted to relax and maybe catch the news on TV. This was unusual for me, but I knew that next week things would fall into place more. As I lay down surfing through the channels to find what I wanted, I glanced over and saw another note sitting on the kitchen table. Hum, what is this I thought? I opened it and it was a note from Tony. Mark!
"My cleaning lady did your laundry and its on your bed in your bedroom, also I fixed you as special Manicotti dinner, which I left in the refrigerator for you."
I laughed--Tony is too much. I walked into my bedroom and there all folded and ironed were all my clothes from this morning. I couldn't believe it--laundry service was included and apparently room service too. My bed was remade for me and I noticed things were tidied up a bit. Hum, this is great, but that means that either Tony or his cleaning lady were in my place going through my stuff. I panicked for a second, but then let it go. Shit, I don't have anything secret or important in here anyway. So what if they want to be nice, I thought. I suppose I could live with this kind of service.
I walked into the kitchen and took a peek at what Tony had left for me, and it really looked good, so I took it out and heated it up. I might as well eat now I thought, it will save time and Gary was coming over later anyway. I took off my polo shirt and threw it over near the door where I would have my dirty laundry anyway, then got a bottle of water and sat at the table with my fork in hand. The smell of the food was outrageous and the taste was magnificent. I could hardly contain myself as I savored every drop of it. And oh yes, there was a meatball included and I ate that right then also. I took a drink of water to wash it all down and got up to bring the dish to the sink, and again a big belch came out of me. I grabbed my stomach and giggled. Damn this food must be rich, I thought. Coming back into the living room I was yawning as the food in my stomach was taking all the blood it needed to digest Tony's Italian handiwork. Man why am I so tired, I thought? I lied down on the couch and must have passed out pretty fast and only woke up when I heard Gary knocking at the door. I jumped up and looked at the clock. Oh shit, I shouted. It was 8:20pm and I rushed out to let Gary in, not realizing I was still sporting a bare chest. "Oh man," I shouted. "Sorry Gary. I must have dozed off man."
"Hey no problem Mark," he said seeing my chest and stomach for the first time. "Damn that Bow Flex is looking like a good deal more and more," he said.
I laughed, "Thanks man. Sorry to greet you undressed."
"Oh no problem Mark. Nnow I know what to work for," he giggled. "So this is your place," he said as he walked through the living room into the kitchen.
"Yeah it is small but big enough for me," I commented. "Oh, can I get you something to drink? I am afraid all I have at the moment is bottled water," I said.
"Yeah sure," Gary said, and I got a couple of bottles for us and then led him into my bedroom where I had the Bow Flex set up.
"Well, here it is man!" Gary walked over and examined it top to bottom.
"Do you mind if I try it out?" he said.
"Hell no, Gary. Try it all out if you want."
Gary lied down on the bench and grabbed the handles and was trying out the machine as I sat down on the edge of the bed watching. As he gave the machine the once over, I couldn't help feeling very uncomfortable in my crotch. No it wasn't Gary making me hard, it was something else, so I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my boxer briefs a bit and to my surprise I found a similar discovery as this morning. My cock and balls were drenched in semi dried cum and my pubes were sticking to the inner pouch of my underwear and it was uncomfortable as hell. It appeared that this time my load was double or triple what it was before. What was going on here? Two wet dreams in two days. Fuck, I couldn't think of what was making me cum like this, and now wasn't a good time to try to figure this out. I took a warm washcloth and cleaned up a bit, carefully scrubbing the sticky mess. I rinsed out the washcloth in the sink and to my surprise I had pulled out several pubes in the process and to my amazement, there were several gray pubes mixed in with my dark brown ones. Holy shit, I thought, gray pubes and I'm only 25 years old? I didn't want to leave Gary waiting long, so I slipped my boxer briefs off and into the hamper then just put my slacks back on without them.
I went back into the bedroom and Gary was still working out, and I was amazed by how he seemed to figure out how to adjust the tension and stuff without asking.
"Hey man, looks like you have the hang of it," I said.
"Mark, this thing is great. If I wasn't sold on it before, I am now. I can see if I was truly devoted to this I could really mold my body just like yours."
I blushed, "Yeah man. It's been pretty good to me."
Gary sat up and I could see he was perspiring pretty well and he was packing a pretty solid bulge in his pants. I tried not to notice but he wasn't hiding it at all. "Dude you need more water?"
"Yeah, ok Mark," Gary relied. "Oh, can I use your bathroom in the mean time?"
I said of course, and Gary headed into the bathroom and closed the door. While Gary was taking a leak, he was looking around I supposed for something of mine, because he eyed my hamper and was going through my dirty clothes. Apparently Gary was gay, he found my underwear and was sniffing away and enjoying my recent cum surprise.
I had walked back into the kitchen I could hear a knock at the door, and I thought, oh well Gary was about to meet my landlord I guessed. Tony was looking into the kitchen and caught a glimpse of me, and about that time Gary was coming into the kitchen and right away Tony's expression changed as if I had been caught doing something wrong. I walked over and opened the door and he rushed in.
"Everything ok here," he said giving Gary the once over.
"Yes Tony, everything is fine. Gary, this is Tony," I said to introduce my landlord. Gary had his hand out to shake, but Tony didn't raise his at all. Gary felt weird for a second and he had to put his hand down without getting it shaken.
"So Tony, what is up with you tonight?"
"Oh just wanted to see if you found your laundry and wanted to know if you liked your dinner?"
"Yes on both," I said. "And I am really impressed with the quality of both, Tony," I said with a smile, and I gave him a wink. Tony's eyes lit up.
"Well the least I can do for a hot jock like you Mark."
I grinned and said, "Well Gary and I were trying out my Bow Flex. Gary is going to get one himself."
"Oh ok, nice," Tony said, looking like he was a little jealous.
"You can try it too Tony if want."
Tony eyed the sweaty bench and he quickly got on where Gary had been seated. We both watched as Tony's body got on the machine and without making any adjustments to the tension, Tony was trying to use the same weight resistance as Gary was. Tony grunted and pulled and was turning red, and for few seconds it was hilarious. Then I quickly ran to his aid and made the proper tension adjustments for him. Tony smiled then since he was now able to pull agnst the resistance.
"So," Tony commented. "This is how it's done son?"
"Yep, you got the hang of it now Tony." We could still see that it was a strain for him, not having used certain muscle groups in a long time. Tony was dripping now with sweat and breathing pretty heavily. Tony was feeling winded, but he maintained a smile. "Don't be afraid to stop Tony if you've had enough for now. There will always be another time."
Tony sat up slowly and his tee shirt was drenched with sweat. "Whew!" he said. "Now I smell like a real jock. That's a good work out guys." And we all giggled and agreed. "Well I have to go," Tony said.
As I walked him to the back door, he pulled me aside and said, "Did you eat that Manicotti yet?"
I grinned really wide and said, "Yes man, all of it and the meatball too. It was outstanding."
Tony grabbed my upper right arm, squeezing my hard muscle, then grinned and left, and I went back to Gary.
"So that's my landlord," I smiled.
Gary grinned, "He is an unusual man, I can tell you that. So, Mark, you ready to head out for a brew?"
I turned to Gary, "You know man that sounds good about now."
"Well cover up that model's chest and let's get going."
I giggled and pulled on a tee shirt and we headed out. Gary and I decided on a microbrewery right in Tempe, and we were having a ball playing pool and drinking one pitcher after the other. I told him all about first meeting Tony and the meals he brought me the past couple days and we were making a joke about the meatballs. It was so great to be out again having fun, and not wearing any underwear gave my cock room to express itself, and I think Gary was enjoying the view. By the time we left, we were ending every joke with "That's a spicy meat-a-ball" and it felt good to just have fun and act silly.
Gary dropped me off and we said goodbye but before I walked back to my door, he grabbed my arm and said, "So stud when can we see each other again."
I was pretty drunk and said, "Come on in and let's talk about it." I couldn't believe I was so forward with Gary, but we had fun and he was cool and I just didn't want the evening to end right there.
Gary and I walked into my apartment and I put on a light and said, "Make yourself comfortable, man." I went into the bathroom to pee.
While I was depositing my thick yellow stream into the toilet, Gary said, "Hey Mark, looks like Tony left you a gift."
I splashed my face with water and dried it off before I left the bathroom, and noticed my eyes were a bit puffy and I could see a few gray hairs mixed in eyebrows and along my temples. Boy you're not only tired, I said to myself you're getting old I giggled. I was so high on beer it didn't seem very important. When I came back in, I saw Gary reading Tony's note. I giggled, man that Tony, I wonder what it was this time? I went to the refrigerator and saw a plate with a couple of meatballs on it and took it out.
"You hungry at all Gary?"
"Oh no, Mark, I ate too many peanuts tonight."
"Well I am going to eat these meatballs man, I starving." I heated them up and as I began to eat, Gary sat down across from me watching me enjoy the food.
"Mark?" Gary said. "You know stud I think I kind of like you a lot!"
My expression didn't change since I was so buzzed, and just smiled at Gary and giggled. "Oh yeah bro, so what does that mean?" I couldn't believe I was pursuing this. Ordinarily I would have dismissed his comment and changed the subject, but my cock was loose and getting hard again and maybe I was looking to see where Gary was going with this.
Gary bent over towards me as I was chewing the last bite of Tony's meatballs, and looked me right in the eyes and said, "Mark, can I stay here tonight?"
My cock went rock hard then and my jaw dropped. Gary was obviously propositioning me for sex and I didn't know what to say. The next moment I felt his hand under the table stroking my 7" hard-on that had grown down my right leg, and my eyes closed and I just moaned.
"How does that feel Mark?" Gary asked.
I smiled big time and opened my eyes and looked into his with a serious look. "What do think it feels like rubbing a horny jock's hard-on?" Again I was being so bold and playing on Gary's obvious attraction to me. I knew I could have sex with a guy if I wanted, but I was the straight jock all the time and now I was being put to the test. Gary was serious as hell and I suddenly realized I had played this scene too far and I was in trouble.
I scooted out of my chair fast and brought my dish and fork to the sink, trying to defuse the situation. Gary got up and walked over to me, and the next thing I felt was his hard-on pressed into my ass and his arms around my waist. I moaned big time and slowly turned around so that he could feel my hard-on next to his. Before I knew it, Gary had his lips on mine and it felt so hot and we just kissed hard right there at the sink and we were grinding our cocks like wild men. I didn't come up for air for what seemed like minutes, and I pushed him back a bit and said, "Whew! Dude! What's happening? Damn Gary, you're fucking turning me on dude!"
Gary dropped to his knees before I could say another word and in a flash my pants were down and he was on my cock in a second. "Holy shit," I shouted, as he began to suck me so hard and fast. My cock seemed so thick and I wanted this to happen I was so turned on. Before long my hands were grasping his head and I was fucking his face. I was so amazed he could take me right to the root of my cock, slamming my balls into his chin as I was forcing my cock deep down his throat. As I stood there fucking his face and getting ready to give him what he wanted, out of the side of my left eye I thought I saw Tony looking into kitchen door window. It was like a flash, and when I turned he was gone. Then Gary grabbed my ass cheeks hard and pulled me in to his face and that was all it took. I exploded big time and it was so intense. I just kept shooting and shooting into him and he was moaning in delight at the quantity of sperm I had let loose.
He let loose of my throbbing cock once he had sucked out the last of me, and looked up into my eyes and said, "Mark, you fucking cum machine, you're incredible!" Gary stood up and we both walked into the bedroom and I took off my pants and sneakers and socks and he undressed and we were in bed in seconds. Gary and I must have kissed for hours and his cock laid next to mine and I knew what was going to happen next. I had always imagined me as the dominant top in my imaginary sex scenes, but I was about to become the recipient of Gary's cock and I wanted it badly. Before long my legs were lifting up onto Gary's shoulders and he was penetrating me with his cum-soaked rod, and he entered me and pushed and with each thrust he managed to go all the way into me. It felt so incredible to have him inside me. His throbbing cock pulsing in my love canal.
"Well?" I said. "You going to fuck me or not?"
And with that, Gary went nuts and began to show me how much of a man he was. His rhythm was great and I knew this guy was totally infatuated with my body and this was his way to make claim to it. The bed was shaking like mad and squeaking as he plowed my ass good. This was only the second cock that ever entered me and it had been a while since I felt the warmth of a male cock inside. Gary paced himself so as not to rush the moment, and I was very content on having him stay inside me as long as he wanted. About 10 minutes of his work out and he was shooting his warm seed deep inside me and my own cock was rock hard and spewing more of my Mark juice. Soon Gary just fell onto my chest and slowly his thick monster slid out of me, we were both so exhausted we just fell asleep.
When morning arrived I could feel Gary now behind me cuddled up to my ass and his cock was nestled in my crack. Gary awoke grabbing me tight, "Hey stud, you one fucking hot man." Gary was running his hand through my thick hair as he kissed my neck and shoulders. "So Mark," he said. "You're kind of young to have gray hair and a bald spot growing?"
I giggled, "Ok man, enough of the jokes."
"Mark, I'm not joking," he said. "Kind of looks interesting on you dude, as well as the occasional hairs growing on your back and chest.
I slid out of bed and ran into the bathroom and to my shock--Gary was right! I now had the beginnings of hair growth around my pecs and down the center of my chest. Looking at my face I had real stubble growing too, and I had shaved yesterday. Damn, I thought, is this just me maturing more? I took a hand mirror and positioned it to see the balding spot Gary had mentioned, and sure enough it was there and quite visible. I just stood there for a minute in shock. Well, I thought, I guess this what getting older is all about. I guess this is just preparing me for more discovery once I am in my 30s and 40s! I shook my head and said to Gary, "Hey man, let's shower!"
Gary got up and walked in to the bathroom grabbing my ass. "So that's the hairy ass I delighted in last night? Mark you have a forest down there you know." And he rubbed my bushy ass cheeks and I turned to the mirror and it was true. "Mark, what is up man? Your buns are hot, what's the problem?"
I wasn't about to say gee whiz I got hairy over night. Something was happening to my perfectly smooth jock body and I was starting to worry. Gary would think I was nuts if I brought up this hair growth thing up, so I just let it go and acted as if I knew all about it.
Our shower was great and I almost forgot about my discoveries as Gary milked my cock while the warm water rinsed off out love juices from the night before. Gary was incredible and I was shooting like no tomorrow. When he had finished and we were cleaned off, we both dried off and I offered Gary a pair of my loose boxers that looked like they would fit his 34 inch waist, the ones I only wore occasionally and he seemed very pleased. I put on a pair of my 30 in waist boxer briefs and we got dressed for breakfast.
I felt like a little kid as we headed over to Denny's and ordered up a big breakfast. Gary liked to eat in the morning, and for me it was much more than I usually ate, but I was enjoying the big meal and it felt good to fill my stomach after an awesome night of sex. I was stuffed when we left and when we got back to my house, Gary gave me a kiss before I left his car and I knew this was going to make a big change in my lifestyle and was probably going to force me to come out of the closet sooner than I wanted. I tried not to think about it as we kissed again.
"Well, I have to get going Gary, it was great man!" I got out of his car and smiled, and I said, "Call me?" Gary grinned big time and then took off. I took a deep breath and stretched a bit as I walked up to my door and inserted my key. I got inside and I knew I had to spend some time on the Bow Flex. My unexpected guest kind of messed up my routine. I went into the bathroom and took a piss and I was flowing like a broken water main it seemed. Damn, I thought maybe I needed that sex to clean out the pipes. I giggled and shook off my cock. I couldn't get over how much thicker I seemed, but I just thought I must be excited. Then I took off my pants and shirt and tossed them over to the hamper and then looked for my favorite pair of Umbros. Shit, I thought, I just had them on last night. Well I finally just gave up and just started my routine in my boxer briefs. I did my 45 minutes on the Bow Flex and then did my crunches and all the time I couldn't stop thinking of Gary and how great it was to have sex with him.
I was totally drenched from the workout and suffering from dry mouth and I hurried into the kitchen for a cold bottled water. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed one, and noticed a couple of plates of food. I smiled, that Tony! I turned around and on the kitchen table was a note and a pile of clothes he had washed. I looked through the clothes and saw not only my underwear but also the ones that Gary had worn last night. Shit, I was gone for about two hours with Gary at breakfast and Tony must have come in and taken all the dirty laundry and washed it. Fuck, this coming into my apartment was becoming uncomfortable for me and I wanted to tell Tony, and maybe set up some system of me leaving things outside the door for him instead of him coming into my apartment. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but this just wasn't normal anymore. I picked up the note that Tony had written and in the process got a whiff of my right pit. Damn, that smelled familiar. I mean I knew what my worst perspiration smelt like, but this was different--much stronger. Anyway, Tony wrote that he had done the all the laundry and that he had left me a dish of meatballs and some pasta for later.
I took the clothes back to the bedroom and noticed that the bed was made up fresh too. I must have missed that, I thought! Shit, if Tony was in here, he must have noticed all the cum stains on the sheets. Oh great, I thought! I had to talk to Tony now. I slipped on a pair of cutoffs and just toweled myself dry and headed out and over to Tony's door. I knocked and knocked till finally he showed up and opened the door. Instead of instantly saying hello, he was staring at my chest and the apparent hair growth on my pectorals and down the center of my chest.
"Looking good there," he said and I smiled.
"Er--Tony, we need to talk."
"Oh sure," he said. "Come in. I was just doing my own laundry." I came in and sat down at his kitchen table and he sat across from me. "What can I get you Mark? A drink? Something to eat?"
I said, "No Tony. I just need to straighten something out." Tony was staring at me big time and I was starting to sweat. "Listen," I said. "You're a real nice guy and all Tony, but I kind of feel uneasy about you just coming into my place at your own whim and snooping around!" Tony looked shocked at my statement. "And furthermore," I went on. "It's nice that you're doing my laundry, but that's kind of personal stuff and I am pretty embarrassed and all just having you do it for me." Tony could see I was no pleased, and he didn't want to piss me off. On the contrary, his plan was to make me dependent on him.
Tony got up without saying a word and went into his pantry for a minute and came out with two glasses of red wine. "Mark, before you say another word, let's calm down and have a drink."
I took the glass, but was in no mood to start drinking with the old man. I was pissed and my privacy had been invaded. "Tony, I don't think you understand what I am saying. I mean I have friends and I like my privacy!"
Tony gave me a look of concern and said, "I understand Mark, you're quite the stud and I am sure you're going to be dating more men as time goes on." He said it so matter-of-factly.
I was really getting mad now that Tony had come clean. He was looking through the window at me and Gary the other night, I knew it! I stood up now almost spilling the wine. "How dare you spy on me!"
My face was beet red now and Tony just disregarded my outrage. "Mark, Mark," he said in a silly voice. "You're getting all worked up over nothing. I don't care who you see and your private life is totally safe with me. Besides, soon this will all mean nothing," he went on.
I took the glass of wine and downed it then, hoping to calm down more. There was a sudden rush of warmth through my body within a few seconds and my cock got rock-hard instantly and I just closed my eyes and my head went back.
"Mark? Mark?" Tony said, checking to see if I was awake. The specially prepared wine had done its work and I passed out now, just as Tony had planned. Tony giggled, "If you had just waited a few more weeks this would have all happened naturally, but I will just have to speed things up I guess." Tony had been preparing his own elixir from my dirty laundry. He lied when he said his cleaning lady would do my stuff. It was Tony taking my worn clothes and underwear and extracting my DNA from the sperm and sweat I left in them. My essence was now brewing in a quart jar and all he needed to do was drink it and his body and biological age would change into mine. He was just counting the minutes and seconds till I had transformed before he was going to make the leap in to my body.
How could I have been so naive? Tony was planning from the get go, ever since he saw my body, that he was going to steal it from me. Tony had been preparing me for my transformation with the food he had been giving me. Those meatballs were packed with extracts from his DNA and other added ingredients that were enhancers to transform my 24-year-old body into his 60-year-old chubby Italian body. Tony grunted and lifted me up and slowly carried me into his bedroom. The walls were filled with candid shots of me dressed and undressed. His bedroom had become a shrine to my very existence. I lay there totally out of it as Tony undressed me and noticed the subtle changes that had already happened to me. He was so impressed at the progress of the changes.
"Look at you Mark," he was saying knowing I couldn't hear him. "You're becoming me, my hard cum filled stud!"
It was true, from the bald spot growing on the back of my head, to the hair on my chest and ass. My body was altering to become this old chubby hairy Italian man. All that was needed to complete the swap was for Tony to suck my cock and then fuck me! Two things that Tony was only too delighted to make happen. Tony undressed and set his clothes aside, and then positioned me so that he could suck my cock the easiest way possible. My cock had changed so much, it was thicker and my bush was thicker and the beginnings of foreskin were creeping up to meet my mushroom head. Tony licked his lips and began to give me head. Before he did, he removed his upper and lower dentures and carefully set them next to the bed where I could find them later. Tony took my cock deep and was sucking me with all the excitement he could muster. His chest was pounding as he sucked me wildly and it took no time at all for this toothless man to bring me to a quick and fulfilling climax. My loads were thick and generous and Tony was lapping it down making sure he got it all from me. Then the sweaty overweight man rolled me over onto the side of the bed for his anal entry and to make my transformation complete. Wearing a tight cock ring, Tony was rock hard and was penetrating my firm hairy ass, slamming the cock ring into my cheeks as he went in as far as his short thick cock could go. He humped me fast and the chubby old man was sweating like a pig. All the while was repeating the words "It's my time to have fun Mark. It's my time to have fun Mark".
The sweaty man breathing so hard finally felt his build up coming and with a swift and prolonged thrust into me, he let loose his small but potent seed load into me, and it began to work fast in my perfectly healthy and toned body. The rapid absorption made for an instantaneous alteration in my body physique, and Tony was in awe as he watched my hard toned body make its way to resemble his short fat and hairy body. So much was happening at once. My muscles just melted immediately and then my height changed and then my mass increased, making my pectoral formation swell to make my nipples protrude outward from my chest. Then my stomach filled out like a balloon and my waist went from 30" to 54" in seconds. My legs got shorter and chubbier and my shoulders rounded and my facial features became Tony's, reshaping my face and making my thick hair recede as I became bald. I lay there now an exact duplicate to Tony in every way. Tony was just giggled saying, "That's a spicy meat-a-ball"
Tony was elated as he grabbed for the quart bottle of the elixir he had been brewing and took off the top and gave the bottle a quick whiff. The smell was very musky and intoxicating as he brought the edge of the bottle to his lips.
Opening wide, the chubby man started to gulp down the mixture as if he were in a drinking contest, and held the bottle above his tongue to get the very last of the slimy mixture.
The first thing to happen was his balls began to swell and his cock grew and then the cock ring disintegrated around the base of what was becoming his new young Mark cock. Then his entire body began to shake uncontrollably and his skin became beet red and he was sweating again like a pig. The elixir combined with my young potent sperm immediately started to rejuvenate the old man from the inside out, turning his aged organs into young ones, then he began to get taller. Soon his bulky fat mass was melting and his hair follicles were disappearing into his changing skin and the texture of his sun-damaged skin was changing to smooth young flesh. Muscles were forming on his shoulders, arms, legs and back. His soft protruding tits now had become flat and his nipples shrunk in size as pectoral muscles formed and got rock hard. His stomach and waist now shrunk were firming up and his abdominal muscles were becoming ribbed and shaped like mine were and his waist was now 30". Tony's ass had shrunk and become a perfect bubble butt, smooth like the rest of him and finally his head filled with my thick curly hair and his facial features and head shape finalized. Tony took a deep breath in his new young 25-year-old buff body. His smile could not truly express his delight as he flexed and felt every part of his awesome body. He was so horny at that moment he could fuck anything that walked. He turned to look at me in his old chubby body and just shook his head saying, "Beware the Spicy Meat-a-Ball, you stupid naive former jock."
Tony wanted to realize his prize and enjoy his first climax before anything else, and he slipped on my clothes and headed back over to my apartment.
As fate would have it, Gary was just walking up to return my underwear and retrieve his and as Tony saw him walk up to the door, his cock was about to tear itself from the confines of what was holding it in.
Tony swung open the door and literally pulled Gary inside. "Hey man," he shouted. "Let's fuck!"
Gary was a bit shocked at how forward and direct his friend had become, but it was just that idea that had brought Gary back so soon. The underwear was just an excuse to get back to see Mark. Tony practically raped Gary, tearing off his clothes and Gary's in a matter of seconds.
"Holy Marcel!" Gary shouted as Tony was on top of him in no time and, with a grunt and scream from Gary, Tony was inside him pounding his ass for all it was worth. All Gary could do is moan now and begin to like the feel of a Mark cock inside him. "OH DUDE! You read my mind," Gary shouted. Tony just grinned and was enjoying the feel of what it was like to fuck a man in a hot jock body. Tony didn't miss a beat at all and gave Gary the most intense fucking of his life. Tony's new young body just spewed its rich thick athletic sperm into Gary's awaiting ass, and Gary was clamping down on the throbbing cock that was inside him. Load after load shot inside Gary, and the excess hot fluid was dripping out of his ass cheeks as Tony's climax seemed to never end. Gary had cum in the meantime and spewed his milky load all over Tony's hard chest and the intense tingly episode seemed like it would last forever. All Gary could say once he could caught his breathe was "Goddamn, Mark! I fucking love you man!"
Tony pulled out and laughed, "You lucky bastard you," talking to Gary. "You were in the right place at the right time!" Tony giggled.
"Well yeah," Gary relied. "I suppose I was, but it was inevitable, don't you think?" Gary said with a smile.
"Na. Just luck," Tony said as he walked into the shower and started to clean himself.
Gary was feeling a bit deflated. "Hey man can't we share that shower?"
"Na," Tony said. "I am in a hurry actually. Feel free to clean up if you like and lock the door when you leave."
Gary was feeling hurt, "Dude? What's this all about? I came over because of how we feel about each other, I thought..."
Tony interrupted as he got dried off and dressed. "Don't assume anything, man. I needed to get off and you were there--best timing ever--but as for our relationship, I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea Gary. In fact, please don't plan on coming over anymore! You never know who I might have in bed." Tony had totally become an arrogant self-centered son of a bitch now that he had my body, and Gary just got dressed and left without another word. Tony giggled, "What a loser!" and stuck his head out the door saying "Loooser! Looser!" laughing out loud as Gary tore off in his car.
Tony grabbed all of my clothes and packed my duffel bag and left, not caring about anything else and drove off in my car to the nearest branch of his bank. He went to the ATM and started withdrawing out as much of his cash as possible and headed towards the border where he had set up some accounts in the name of Mark Gordon with all his retirement and savings. Tony was now free and headed towards the rest of his life south of the border.
The next day, a very groggy me woke up in Tony's bed and when my eyes could focus, I was presented with a room filled with photos of myself and as I strained to sit up, the reality hit me right in the face. I looked at my body and immediately knew that Tony had swapped bodies with me and I was now a 60 something chubby Italian man, no longer young and muscular. I put my hands to my head trying to understand what had happened, but I was at a loss. My mouth felt weird as I felt it and found I had not teeth. My face was all stubbly and my stomach was huge now. All I could do is cry like a baby, and I did big time--who would believe me? I was wailing like a wounded animal. All I wanted was for this terrible nightmare to go away and for me to wake up and all would be as it was. I staggered over to get on Tony's clothes, and dressed in his race stripped underwear and large sized pants and shirt. I refused to put his false teeth in my mouth and headed over to my apartment. I walked inside and looked around. My face was all wet from crying and all I wanted was my body back. I headed for the refrigerator for some bottled water, and saw the food Tony had left for me. I took the dishes and hurled them across the room in anger, then drank the bottle of water down. I made my way to the living room and saw things all messed up and then into the bedroom and all the dresser drawers emptied. It hit me right then and there that I would never see my body again. I sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't stop crying.
It was worse than dying I thought--my future destroyed, my hopes and dreams now to be played out by a very demented and obviously perverted old man. The time just raced by and it was dark, I had passed out without realizing it and I awoke drenched in sweat. I wanted so badly to call my parents in Las Vegas and see if they could possibly understand and help me, so I dialed the number and my mom answered, but I couldn't speak. I knew she knew it was me because of caller ID. She kept calling out "Mark, Mark is everything ok?"
I just hung up and in a second the phone was ringing. I knew I could not answer it, so I just pulled the cord out of the wall.