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One Drink too Many (version 2)
by Mark Gordon
One Drink Too Many version 2By Mark Gordon
It was a long night of sex, drugs and 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 an older man whom I assumed drove the big rig out side. The bartender came up to me and asked "What do you 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 still horny as hell, even after a night of sex with two hot chicks and receiving a blow job from a guy whose name escapes me. My plan was to drink myself drunk enough till I could turn off this desire for more sex and render my cock totally inoperative. I was 22 years old and pretty dammed hot looking with this lean muscular body I had. I was wearing a tight ribbed maroon tee shirt and my loose fitting stone washed jeans with my boxer waistband showing. My hair was spiked and with blonde highlights, my skin olive toned with dark killer eyes and cute boyish face. With all the partying I had done I think my deodorant had failed as I could get a good whiff of my pits scent radiating up to my nose, giving me that locker room aroma. My boxers were a bit uncomfortable and ripe as well, as I had been semi hard all night and leaking cum in them off and on, except of course when I was fucking and they were somewhere on the floor near my bed. I needed a shower for sure, but I didn't care, I just wanted to drink and get drunk again.
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 began staring at my chest definition that showed through my tight shirt. I had to admit that my physique was V shaped and my waist was 30 inches. With my dark eyes and chiseled face and killer body, I could easily make money modeling underwear. However I chose sales and was good at what I did and when I wasn’t in the sack fucking, there was nothing more gratifying than to see an older man get hot looking at me, after all I was what older men dreamt of.
As I drank down the second beer, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the big rig guy 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 man as I was interested in his company.
I suppose he was your typical older big rig driver, he looked like he was in his mid 50’s, he was chunky, thinning white hair, and was wearing one of those billed hats with some company logo on it. He was wearing a blue checkered button down shirt with his chest hair showing above the A shirt he had on under it, and he had a wide white mustache as well. His waist was probably twice mine and his beer gut hung well over his silver rodeo buckled belt. By the size of him he looked like he drank quite a bit. As I gave him the once over, I gave out a rather out of character belch and he smiled thinking I might just be kind of guy who appreciated truckers and motioned for the bartender to order up another beer for me. He was telling the bartender how hot I looked, and in few seconds 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 trucker made his way down to where I was sitting and took up residence on the stool 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." He said.
"Well sir, I am drinking myself into a stupor so I can crash when I get home." I told him with a very seductive grin on my face.
"Ah, ok, well I was just wondering if you were looking for a drinking buddy and maybe – you know – have some fun- sleep it off out in my sleeper cab.”
I could tell this old man was undressing me as he spoke, and he was shaking with anticipation while he boldly began rubbing his right leg against my leg. I knew exactly what he wanted, so I began to tease him to see what kind of reaction I would get. I followed his lead and began to rub my leg against his hard, letting him feel my muscled leg against his softer older one. His eyes lit up as he clinched his glass and I could hear a slight moan as he lowered his other hand down to his crotch. While he felt he was making headway, he began squeezing and rubbing his crotch in the hopes he would get rock hard for me and show me how tented he could get. I kept rubbing against him, staring at his crotch while licking my lips. His focus then went to my crotch where I had maneuvered my cock to slide out of my boxers and stretch along my left leg where he could make out my 8 inches under the jean material. He became transfixed on the long lump in my pants and released his hold on his own crotch and slowly let his hand roamed over to mine. He was nervous as hell and he began to sweat as he squeezed my cock as if it were a handrail, shouting “Mother of God your fucking hard as a rock boy!” I smiled at him and said, "So have you found something you like old man?"
"Fuck yes you fucking cum machine” “I want to milk that hard rod you have in your pants, you fucking hot stud!"
Then to piss him off some I looked down at my crotch then took my free hand and forced his hand off of me. Then I pulled my leg back from his and said, "Fuck no old man- no prize tonight, I just wanted to see if you could get a hard on, but I don't see anything in your pants that looks like a stiff cock to me, besides I don't have time for limp old has been men like you." "Your best load is still probably on your big rig, old man". I laughed so loud right then and his face got real weird looking.
Then I got up abruptly and headed to the men's room leaving the old man feeling like a looser. Defeated and embarrassed, the old man 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 powder 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.
"You’re Ticket out of your pathetic life asshole!” “What made you think you had a chance in the world with a young hot looking stud like that?” “Look at you- you’re over weight, you’re out of shape, and you know you couldn’t keep it up for that young stud anyway!” “This vial will reverse things for you- You want to be that young hot looking stud don't you?” “You’ve been dreaming about having his body and that hard on in his pants - 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 so as to further tease the old man, but instead of finding a disappointed trucker, I was looking at a man who had gained some confidence so I grinned and took my seat and waited for another round of physical innuendoes.
After I hopped up on the stool and grinned at him, I took the beer in front of me and downed it in one continuous gulp, giving off another big belch as I set the glass back down. Then I rubbed my smooth defined chest moaning at bit, knowing that with my shirt off he was getting a good whiff of me.
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 the beer was finally having an effect on me. All of a sudden my cock got so fucking hard and my face got flush. My cock was fully erect again and had made its presence know but this time it wanted to stand straight up making the tenting of my jeans unmistakable. Then a wave of heat flowed through me and I began to develop sweat beads on my forehead and my pits were on fire. Sweat began to cover my chest and stomachs as well making my body go into a sexual heat. I was on fire with sexual desires as my ball sacs filled to the brim and became painfully hard and my cock begged to be milked. Every hormone in my body was setting on high alert as cum production became my body’s only purpose now. The scent of raw male sex was emanating from every pore on my body and the smell of young sperm was radiating off of my tented pants and the scent was like ambrosia to the old man.
Instantly his soft cock came alive and his sperm production quadrupled as he snorted the aromas coming off my body.
I started getting these incredible sexual desires for the old man as I watched his pants tent out. The need to pump my cream into someone was becoming a necessity and I was fantasizing about making his wish to milk me of my young cock become a reality. My head was throbbing as I imagined the pleasure I would experience as he took my cock into his chubby old mouth to consume this over abundance of seed my body was making. I wanted this old man to achieve his desired pleasure and I wanted it now!
Totally out of character, I reached my hand over and grabbed his hand and placed it onto my throbbing tented pants and was begged him to do me.
“Hey old man, I thought it over – if you still want to milk me dry well here I am!”
The old man, now in control of the situation, stood up and unzipped his pants and forced my hand inside his briefs where I could touch his rock hard cock and balls. He used my hand to jack his rod a few times, and then forced my hand to cup his throbbing mushroom as he released a sizable amount of pre cum. He then took my hand and made me rub his pre cum into my chest and stomach as a means to mark his territory. Then he demanded that before he would even think of sucking me off now, I would have to get on my knees and suck him dry first. Without thinking, I went to my knees, his briefs dropped to his ankles and the smell of his ripe musk scent filled my nose and his cock went deep into my mouth and he began fucking my face like it was hot tight fertile pussy that he was about to breed.
The bartender watched as he has seen this scenario played out many times and with his own cock in hand was going to jerk himself off as they events played out.
The old man’s cock swelled thick as if my warm young mouth was feeding it the hormones it needed. The old man got harder and harder the faster he fucked my face. His old sacs were filled with his hot breeding seed just ready and waiting to be released in me. Then the old man began to moan and grunt and he began to arch his back as his build up meant his climax was about to happen. With a loud resonating moan and thrust, he pinned my head firmly against the padded bar and shot what had to be the biggest load his old cock had shot in many a year. He quickly filled my throat and mouth with his incredibly thick white load of sperm and I gagged and coughed as it went down my throat while the excess dripped down my face and onto my chest and stomach. Shivering from his explosion, I looked up at him with blood shot eyes gasping to catch my breath.
Then with incredible strength, the old man lifted me up onto the bar with my legs hanging over the edge, then tore both my loose jeans and my boxers off of me leaving me totally nude with my cock sticking straight up like a steel pipe.
My head was leaning over on the bartender’s side of the bar and my head was staring right at the bartender as he was still nursing his cock for the final act.
The old man arranged my body to suit his attack, and then went down on me like it was his only mission in life. His mouth and throat took every inch of my 8 inch cock and his hot mouth began to suck me off like I have never experienced in my life. His deep thrusting motion took his lips to the root of my cock with each cycle and every pleasurable sensation my body could create was happening right then and his wish to milk me dry was just moments away.
The powdery substance that I consumed with my beer, that had thrown me into a wild and crazy sexual heat, had literally turned my young athletic body into a fertile breeding vessel for the old man’s seed to transform me into him. It also transformed my seed into a special breeding sperm that would breed this old man so that his body would transform and take on my youth and physical features.
It didn’t take long and the incredible pressure of my sperm needing to be released was over and with all the energy my body had left, I reached such an incredible climax I nearly passed out. My cock became a straw as he was able to suck my sperm right out of me, making the pumping spasm of my body a needless waste of energy. The old man sucked out multiple thick ropes of my precious sperm and never stopped till I begged and shouted.
As soon as my body was milked dry of all it had, I began to feel every muscle in my body give way and years of dedicated workout and the youth I so dearly loved began fading and was replaced with fat and soft aged tissue. The old man’s features took over quickly as my body swelled from 159 pounds to 260 pounds.
The bartender watched it all happen to me, a scene he had witnessed time and time again- but the greatest show of all was about to happen as the old man’s body began to take on the features of the body I had just lost.
Standing with great pride and achievement, the old man’s body stood in silence as tight defined muscle was taking the place of his soft aged skin. A smooth young hairless chest and stomach replaced the chubby, hairy aging one he had grown so used to. Dark spiked hair highlighted in blonde appeared where thinning white hair once was, and a chiseled young face replaced a chubby one and in seconds his weather beaten white mustache was drawn into his new young upper lip.
Muscular legs, arms, shoulders and a tight firm ass now ruled the once older mans frame and a nice youthful olive tone gave it the touch it needed to be complete. Then his sagging ball sacs and short stubby cock were replaced with a youthful 8 inch sex muscle and peach sized sacs that would make up his new pleasure machine.
It was then the bartender finally popped his load and the shot of sperm he released splattered not only the back of the bar but my face as well.
It took all of my strength to lift up my heavy torso and slide off the top of the bar. When my feet hit the floor, I could feel every pound of my over weight body and the stresses against my new skeletal frame.
"Works Every Time" the bartender shouted as he whipped is cock clean and stuffed it back into his pants.
The old man stood there in my body, punching his hard chest like a Gorilla showing me he was now king of the hill. He threw all the cash he had in his old wallet as a tip for the bartender then turned to me laughing just the way I had done to him earlier.
"Now you’re going to get a taste of what Humiliation is all about!” he shouted, then took my boxers, jeans, and ribbed shirt then 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 in a cloud of dust.
As I gave the bartender a stare of hate, he reminded me that the bar was closing and that I should get dressed and leave. Crying, I put the old mans smelly briefs then the rest of his clothes and limped out of the bar to the big rig outside and got in. I had no idea whose body I had just been forced into or how to drive the big rig I was now in. I crawled into the sleeper compartment and passed out.
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* One Drink too Many (version 2)
10:02 on 2007-03-22 by dougkent60
a good story I would have prefered the transformation to be more detailed a possible wiki here?
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* One Drink too Many (version 2)
20:02 on 2007-03-22
Great story plot. Would like to see it longer and more detail. How about a Version 3 ?
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* One Drink too Many (version 2)
22:42 on 2007-05-24
very good bodyswapping story, wish it would continue
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* One Drink too Many (version 2)
17:41 on 2009-09-06
I'd like to see the "new" trucker find someone else to swap with. Or, maybe the bartender to swap with someone.
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