Roadside Samaritan (body swap)
by zulator
As I made the three hill run that Sunday afternoon, I had a mission to push my self harder than I had before and make the run without having to stop. Up the first hill I went pumping the pedals like a madman, feeling the sweat soaking my tight shirt and bike shorts. As I made it over the first crest, I knew I could glide down the other side and I was looking forward to feeling the chill of my sweat evaporating off me. Ah, what could be better than this, I supposed. The grueling fight up the next one and my legs were like dynamos as I pumped them hard. My whole body was working, feeling even my chest pectorals tensing as I got to the crest of the second hill. Over the top and down I went and the chill this time was making my nipples rock hard. As I neared the last and final hill, I came around a slight turn in the road and saw a man trying to push his van off the roadway, but as committed as I was to finish my personal endurance race, I could only do what my conscience told me to do, so I stopped to help.
The man was behind the van pushing with all his might, but the custom van appeared to be too much for him. As I pulled behind him, he smiled and waved and I parked my bike, took off my tight racing shirt and stood before him with my bike shorts all soaked and my chest gleaming in the sunlight.
"So!" I said, "can I help you get this van off the road?"
The man smiled, looked me over from head to toe and sort of sighed, "Oh God, Geez thanks young man! I've been struggling for a while and I'm pretty pooped out, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, no problem. Let me see what the both of us can do," I replied and I proceeded to get on one side as he stayed on his side. I positioned myself up against the passenger rear of the van and gave it my best. I could tell the man had no strength left at all, and I took one good breath of air and succeeded in pushing the heavy van over to the shoulder.
"There. Whew! " I said.
"You better take a rest," he said and we both slid to the ground with our backs to the van. "Wow! " he continued, "you sure have a powerful body, and those muscles are very handsome on you."
I smiled and reached out my hand to shake his. "Mark Gordon here," I said.
He wiped his brow and reached over. "Tim Blake's my name." And he cupped his shake so as to have my hand in his full grasp. "I'm so glad you came along Mark, I think I have run out of gas both metaphorically and literally, I thought I could make it to Springerville but apparently not. I'm really embarrassed."
I grinned, "Hey it happens to us all one time or another."
Tim keep looking me over then began focusing on my bulging crotch when he talked to me. I thought it was weird with Tim not having eye contact with me but I admit these bike shorts gave my crotch the illusion of being bigger than it really was, but this guy was paying to much attention I thought, so I got up and walked a bit to the side of the truck to shield it from his view.
"Hey, I could take a gas can and get it filled for you. Springerville is just over that rise."
Tim got up now and walked over to keep my whole body in view and shook his head yes saying, "I would appreciate that Mark, if you promise to let me buy you lunch when I get to Springerville."
"Oh, that's not necessary," I said, but the man insisted and I thought maybe I should, so I agreed. The man took out a small gas can and I put my shirt back on again and sped off up the last hill and over the rise to the nearby gas station. As I pumped up the hill I could see him in my rear view mirror standing in front of the van with his arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other just staring at me as I muscled my way up the hill.
I filled the gas can and paid the attendant, then sped back down the hill to where I left Tim standing. "Here we go," I smiled and then began to fill his tank. "So you on a cross-country trip Tim?" I asked.
"Yeah. Trying to see as much as I can before my vacation is over. So far you're the best thing I've seen so far."
Blushing, I said, "Well, carrying a spare filled can of gas always helps."
It didn't matter what I was saying, he was just undressing me with his eyes now and I could see he had developed a huge bulge himself. I began to blush as he kept complimenting my physique. "I don't know what to say, Mr. Blake. I'm just glad I came along when I did." After I finished filling his tank and put the cap back on, Tim walked over and I handed him the gas can and he stowed it in the back of his van.
"Mark, put your bike in the back and let's get that lunch I promised you." Again he was fixated on my crotch.
"Oh sure," I said and we had the bike secure in the van and we were both were seated in a few seconds. He smiled at me as I attached the seat belt, which just accentuated my bulge and I grinned back. I hadn't had such attention like this, well not usually when I biked, and I thought to myself, if he is enjoying looking at me, well so be it, so I stretched a bit to show the definition in my arms and chest to see his reaction. I don't know how he could drive and watch me at the same time, but Tim never missed a thing and he just kept sighing as we made our way along.
"So Mark, you must really work out a lot. I wish you would take you shirt off again. It's not often I get to see a real hot jock up this close. I smiled and removed it to see how far this fetish of his was going."
"So you like young muscular boys do you?" I couldn't believe I actually asked that question, but Tim was definitely making eyes at me and I wanted to see what his intentions really were. I was 24 years old, obviously in great shape, and good looking and confident of it. I knew I could take care of myself if I had to, so I wasn't scared a bit at Tim's interest.
As we entered Springerville, Tim kept driving and staring at me, passing every restaurant in town. As I saw the town limits sign pass by on my right, I began to worry a bit.
"Tim," I said abruptly, "so where were we going to have that lunch you promised?"
"Oh, yeah," he said clearing his voice, "I have stuff here in the truck, I... er... was looking for a nice place to stop and us have something."
In just a minute, Tim was pulling off the road and traveling down a dusty forest road to a clearing that had a tent and fireplace built. "Here we are," Tim said.
"Oh, and where is this," I replied?
"Just my camping spot. I hope you don't mind Mark."
"Well, no I guess. I just need to be going in awhile. I have some plans for the night."
"Oh sure, no problem. Let's get out and get that lunch going," he said and we both unbuckled and walked over to the campfire. Tim then went into his tent where I supposed he was getting our lunch, and I began walking around the area doing some stretches as I normally did after a ride. In a few minutes Tim came out of the tent now dressed in only some torn jean shorts, no shirt and wearing sandals, carrying a couple of beers and a sub sandwich cut in two.
"Sorry for all the mystery Mark," he said handing me a cold beer and half the sandwich. "Ah, thanks Tim," I said sounding half-satisfied for having to wait so long, then sat on one of his fold out chairs and he did the same. The beer was perfect and the sandwich was very tasty. I stopped eating long enough to thank him. "Thanks Tim. This was super!" I smiled and he just ate and drank with his legs spread wide open, shaking his legs like he was needing to pee soon. "Gosh, this is pretty nice Tim. I guess traveling around the country can be a real adventure," I said smiling as I dusted the crumbs off my chest and downing the last of the beer. Tim just stared now and didn't reply, but I was feeling good. The one beer seemed to hit me just right and I was metaphorically speaking, fat dumb and happy. I took a deep breath of air and all seemed right with the world. Whenever I felt this way I was usually totally uninhibited, and my cock seemed to swell now as my body began to relax. There was a rise forming in my bulge now and Tim seemed quite pleased with it.
I grinned and for the first time took attention to his body, which was a bit overweight, with a noticeable gut that hung over his waist, and a relaxed chest witch was sprinkled with wisps of hair that seemed to start from his neck and continued down into his pants. He had dirty blonde hair and a handsome face. For a man I suspected was in his 40s, he looked pretty much like the average kind of beer drinking, T.V. watching type of guy, who worked hard and lived for getting home to his favorite chair and a can of beer. As I was thinking this, I found I was spreading my legs also as I began to get more comfortable in the chair thinking more and more abo
ut the person in front of me and what his life must be like. Ordinarily I wouldn't have cared, but for some unknown reason Tim was becoming the most interesting person I had ever met. Tim must have been undressing me over and over again and I think that was keeping my cock rock hard. I really have never been in quite the situation I thought, sitting in the woods in just my bike shorts and sneakers sitting across from a middle aged man who was obviously dreaming of my youthful muscular body. I couldn't imagine why he hadn't offered to suck me off by now, my cock seemed to be the focus of his interest in me.Time was flying by as we both sat there in silence and I began to stare at Tim's crotch more and more and although I would have never given a man his age the slightest hint of any sexual interest. I found I was beginning to develop a severe sexual fetish for this 40+ year-old man. He was becoming as much my desire and I was his. Tim had been very quiet for much to long a time, yet he kept staring, not flinching a bit sort of looking at me as if I were Cinderella about to change back. I wasn't going to let Tim down, so I my right hand meandered down to my crotch and began to massage my swelling love muscle to see if I could get him to do something.
Without any warning at all, Tim stood up and walked over to me until he was standing right in front of me. It was obvious the man had a raging hard-on inside those cutoffs he was wearing. "It's time Mark!" Tim said. Tim started to unbutton his cutoffs and they fell to his ankles, revealing his thick rock hard cock. Tim was fully nude now and I was about to explode and tear a hole in my bike shorts, I wanted his cock and body so much. I thought to myself, well he finally decided it was time to suck or insist on a 69 with me.
Tim reached out his hands, grabbed mine tightly, and pulled me up to my feet. Tim's cock was pressed into my tented bike short pouch, his oozing mushroom aligned with mine and only the latex of my shorts came between my cock and his. We were staring at each other now and I could feel my precum beginning to flow out of me, forced through the latex and into Tim's awaiting cock. I began to shiver a bit as if that liquid connection to Tim had sent me a message because I felt like this wasn't a routine sex meeting at all and I had become a participant in something that would change me forever.
Tim's eyes began to glow white and beams of light began to extend out from them making their way to my eyes and my desire to ejaculate became ever more necessary as my body began to tense up and every muscle in my body became tight and ultra defined. When the beams hit my eyes, my bike shorts instantly tore at the pouch and slid down my legs and Tim's deepest desires became known to me as he could now connect to my brain. Tim grabbed my tight ass checks and began to pull me into him. His pee slit expanded to the diameter of my throbbing cock and as he pulled me in, his cock slid over mine and the feeling was indescribable. I was shaking and my back was arching to accommodate the release of all of my youthful cum into Tim's cock. Once Tim's cock head reached the root of my shaft, my body began to climax and I was pumping my thick white ropes of cum into him. Load after load left my body. His cock began to squeeze around mine and my body just keep feeding him my youthful jiz until my balls began to burn. The extreme feeling of pleasure was becoming painful and I began screaming for him to stop.
Then Tim's body shook violently and the beam connecting us started to hurt. Not only had Tim sucked my young juices out of my cock, he was now sucking my life out of my head and as every memory I had flashed in my brain, it was then sucked away from me, leaving me senseless and totally without any body control at all in just a matter of minutes. During this process, Tim's body was altering and manipulating itself until it took my exact physical shape and age. All my features and rock hard body was now his. Once his body had finished reforming, his cock began to fill me up with the seed from his former body and my ball sacs were filling fast with sperm made from the body of a 40+ year old that had to be removed before his new young body began producing it's fresh load of young cream. It filled so fast and my balls filled to the brim instantly. As my body processed the middle-aged seed it quickly began to transform me into Tim's former age and physique and the sudden shift in hormones and body mass was like a climax in itself. The beam between our eyes intensified and my mind was being uploaded like a computer with all of Tim's former life history, from conception to present day and I was reliving it all in the few seconds it took to upload it all into me. I could feel my facial expressions changing as each chapter of his life came into my mind's view and when it was complete, there was a sudden and forceful disconnection of his body from mine and his eyes became normal age, but they were now my eyes. The sensation made us both fall to the ground.
As I shook my head to regain composure I noticed that we both were dressed, and to anyone who had witnessed the event, I had totally and completely become the middle-aged man I had met on the road just a few hours ago. And the young athletic kid now standing in front of me, the one so eager to help me, seemed extraordinarily anxious to leave and insisted that I take him back to Springerville. I complied of course, feeling I had bored the young kid long enough.
"Mark," I said as we pulled out of the campsite, "I want to thank you again for your help!"
"Oh no problem Tim," he said as if he wanted to be anywhere but in my company, and I was feeling hurt a bit. Had something improper happen back at the campsite?
I drove back to Springerville and Mark jumped out of the van before I could come to a full stop, and before I knew it, his bike was out of the back and he was taking off back down the road.
"Hey!" I shouted to at least say goodbye to the kid, but he was gone before I knew it. I couldn't imagine what I could have done to upset the young kid to make his exit so rushed and with out a word of goodbye. I filled my van up with a full tank of gas and continued on my way back to my camp. As I put out the fire and got comfortable in my tent, I picked up my notebook and was going to list some supplies I needed. As I opened the book, a couple of pages fell out and I grabbed them and began to read and my eyes began to almost pop out of their sockets.
It described in much detail was supposedly my plan to swap bodies with the young kid who stopped to help me, and included a powerful elixir that I was to add to his beer once I served up his lunch. I couldn't believe it. I had written those words and had apparently been successful in stealing Mark's young athletic body, handsome personality and future. Oh my God, I thought, that meant that I was Mark once! Falling back on my pillow, I was trying to piece the whole episode together, but I couldn't remember exactly what we did except eating a half of sandwich together and a beer each. The story seemed too impossible to believe, and what proof did I have? For all I knew "Mark" could have slipped that into his notebook to play a mind game with me. I did pay a little too much attention to his body. It could have been my payback for lusting the way I did. I rolled over and fell asleep.
Returning back to his apartment, "Mark" anxiously made numerous phone calls to locate the doctor who had given him the elixir. He was anxious to tell him of his success and how wonderful he felt now living in a 24-year-old body. He could only leave messages in his attempt so he gave that up and stripped down to shower. As Mark lathered his young hard body and shot off his first few loads as a young hard bodied stud, he felt so confident about himself and felt no guilt in taking on the body he had always dreamed of. Wearing clothes that looked good was always a desire, and to have the body to go with it made getting dressed again more of a pleasure than a task. Mark knew he had to move and move quickly for fear his former body might have retained some memory making Tim come looking for him. He loaded his car, grabbed some food from a fast food restaurant and set out on his long journey to San Francisco, where he could live his desire to be a hot young athletic gay man in the prime of his life.