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Trick or Treat

by Mark Gordon

Trick or Treat
By Mark Gordon





It was Halloween night and I just got off my job as a trainer at the LA fitness a few miles from my house. I was 19 years old and in great physical shape and was making good money as a trainer.
Home for me was still at my parent’s house- I was saving money and helping out at home to compensate for living costs, so my mom and dad felt they were not being taken advantage of. Besides, I had already put money down on a new apartment in a new complex that was being built on the other side of town and it was going to be a few months till I could occupy it.

So at home besides me and my mom and dad, was my younger brother Dean who was just entering that weird puberty stage in his life. My name was Kevin and if I had a real life I would be out with friends partying it up, but alas I was not into drugs or alcohol so that left me pretty much out of the party scene.

As I pulled into the driveway, Dean had already gone out trick-or-treating with his school friends and my parents were holding down the arriving kids, handing out candy.

When I was younger I would always look forward to Halloween because I used to be a candy junkie till I got fit and swore off the poison for good. However this night I had strange desire to go out and see how much candy I could collect, and not having a costume planned; I just changed into some torn jeans and a tee shirt and decided to go as a down and out Jock.

My parents thought the idea was silly, but I needed some diversion from a long day at the gym, so I just smiled and headed down the street. If nothing else I might bump into my brother and make sure he was doing ok.

Things were going along fine and most people laughed at me as I rang the door bell and explained what my costume was. Everyone thought it was quite original and my candy bag began to fill nicely.

Along the way I did run into my brother and his group of friends so I decided to reduce the weight I was lugging along and gave most of my treasures to them.

As time went on I was again loaded up pretty much and decided I would head home and call it a win, win night and make my brother happy. Along the way I passed a house I had missed and decided I would stop there before I headed back home a few blocks away.

The street was strangely empty as I walked up to the house that was mostly shaded with over grown bushes. I walked up to the door and rang the door bell, then stepped back to wait for an answer.

It seemed like no one was at home, but I could hear the TV going inside, do I rang the door bell again; but this time twice in succession.

Then I heard some stirring inside and some heavy foot steps coming to the door and soon there was an older man standing in front of me who looked like he was just awoken out of a deep sleep.

The man stood around 6 foot high, with a pure white beard and a head full of similar white hair. He was wearing a blue tee shirt and tan cargo shorts and was rubbing his eyes as he stood there.

I quickly said my line- Trick or Treat so as to snap him out of his sleepy stupor and the man began to laugh out loud.

“Now I’ve seen it all young man, what are you supposed to be?” he said scratching his head.

“Well I am a Jock down on his luck!” I said smiling and hoping he would connect the dots with my torn jeans and scruffy tee shirt.

Then he began to laugh again and said, “Yeah well they ran out of those costumes and I had to settle for the Old White haired man costume.”

I laughed too and said, “Yeah this Jock down on their luck costume went fast I suppose, guess I missed the Old White haired man costume!”

“Yeah, it was the last one they had or I would have to go as Cinderella!”

Then we both began to laugh.

“So what’s it like wearing that costume?” Does it make your feel like a young jock for real?” He said very seriously.

“Well of course and I am sure yours makes yours makes you feel like an old man now does it?”

The old man scratched his head again and said, “I would sure like to swap costumes with you and find out exactly what it feels like!”

Again he looked quite serious as he examined all the holes in my torn jeans; especially the ones that were located near my crotch and ass cheeks. He could tell I was wearing my blue striped boxer briefs.

I thought for a moment he could see through my clothes because I was beginning to get stiff fast and maybe he was hoping the hole near my crotch would reveal something stiff trying to escape.

Then he told me to stand by and went into his house and I thought he was finally going to bring me his candy bowl so I could pick out what I wanted, but when he came back in a few minutes he had torn a hole in his cargo shorts near his own crotch and one near his ass cheeks and torn a pocket in the front too.

“Now I am an Old White haired man down on his luck!” he said smiling but I don’t feel any different, well maybe I can feel a draft.”
And that got us both laughing again.

I couldn’t help noticing his boxers that were now showing and the design on them was faces of Mickey Mouse.

“Nice underwear your wearing there sir!” I said trying to keep a straight face.

“You like them do you young man?” he said as if he would trade with me if I had only asked.

“Your blue striped ones are sure sexy – you sure you don’t want to swap costumes young guy?”

I wanted to get my candy and leave, but I didn’t want to humiliate or hurt the man’s feelings; although the thought of becoming him had been the main catalyst for the hard on I was growing in my pants.

“Yes sure sir lets trade costumes for sure but I have to tell you I need to be going here as its getting late and I need to be a work early in the morning!” I said wanting to see it that would possibly cause him to start swelling as well.

No sooner than saying those words, the old man began to smile from ear to ear and his Mickey Mouse boxers began to push out of his tare and a strange rush began to go through my body.

“Looks like our bodies are looking forward to the change!” he said staring at my crotch again now that my blue stripes were being forced out as well.

I was feeling hot just then and no doubt looking flushed as I felt like his wish was about to happen and in just a few moments I would be looking at myself from his door way.

I could see his anticipation as he witnessed my body in stress, while both our erections were getting out of hand.

“I can see your holding back aren’t you young man?” “Scared aren’t you?” The old man said in a very matter of fact way.

“Scared?” “I’m not scared of anything!” I said to show him I was in control of myself.

“Then reach out and take my hand young man and lets get this thing going!” he said as he reached out his right hand.

My body began to shake as I shifted my candy bag from my right hand to my left to free up my right hand to shake his. Slowly it stretched out to meet his and it was almost like a magnetic field drawing our hands together.

Finally our hands came together and he grasped mine hard and the warmth of his body forced my cock to bone out fully as did his and I knew that something was going to happen.

“Oh yes I can begin to feel what its like to be in your costume.” He said as if he were connected to me in some way.

“I hope you don’t mind young man but I must experience your climax before I jump in to you!” And right then I felt him command my body to climax and my cock let loose its load and a huge wet spot appeared against the cotton of my boxer briefs in plain site where he could witness the results of his command.

All this time he was moaning and grunting as I shot my load as if he was experiencing it instead of me. I concentrated hard and took control of him now and forced him to climax as well, experiencing every sensation he would have had while watching his Mickey Mouse boxers dampen.

I must have concentrated very deeply as I found my mind being sucked into him and I could not stop the forward motion of entering him. As I slid into his body, his body was being forced out of his shell and into mine and his entering me felt so good I didn’t want it to stop.

“Now close your eyes and it will be done!” he said as he began to close his.

I knew closing my eyes would complete the swap and my eye lids were so heavy and as hard as I tried I could not keep them open.

Then they closed shut and the transfer completed and I could feel the new physical form I now was in, especially the dampness in my boxers and my cock finally going soft in the puddle of cum I had released.

When I finally opened my eyes again I was looking at the body I used to have and the grin that was on the old man’s face was now on my former one and his eyes opened to confirm he was now in possession of my body.

He dropped the candy bag right then and began to stretch and flex his new young body, then he massaged the boner he still had making some of his new cum load coat his fingers. He brought his fingers to his lips to taste his young juice and licked his fingers clean.

“I am going to like this costume I think.” He said adjusting his torn jeans and lifting his tee shirt up to feel his young muscular chest and stomach.

“So I am a trainer at LA fitness, not a bad job for this body of mine!” he said. Right then as he said those words it was if I had heard them for the first time.

I suddenly looked down at my crotch and saw the tear next to my crotch and felt naked all of sudden. What happened to my pants I thought? The young kid standing in front of me was totally into himself and it was becoming very embarrassing in light of my own clothing issues, so I told him I had no candy and he should be going.

The kid smiled and gave me a salute in a very odd way and made a military turn and headed down to the side walk singing and then began running fast.

I stepped out of the door and picked up his bag of candy, looking inside for something that I liked, then quickly went inside and sat back down in front of the TV. After a few Milky Way bars while watching a Bow Flex infomercial, I threw the bag of candy on the floor and said “That stuff is poison!”

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