The Barber Shop (body swap)
by zulator
It was Saturday morning and the wife was out shopping- the pension check arrived the day before and she was over anxious to spend my retirement. The check went into the bank automatically which made it a lot easier for her. So I was goofing around in the garage trying to fix the automatic door opener and amazingly, as it would seem for a 75-year-old out of shape retired military man, I successfully made the repairs and the door was opening once more. This was one of the honey dews that the wife had on the to-do list and now she could easily stow the car away with the flick of a finger again and this would take me out of the dog house for a time.
I was always good for at least two honeydews because my back would often give out and I would be confined to the couch and the big screen TV for the rest of the afternoon. My wife thought this was just a cleverly planned plot because she would be the one carrying in groceries or delivering beer to me when my thirst called for it. I admit I was a male chauvinist pig at times and she let me know it when her arthritis was flaring up or her varicose veins made her legs burn like crazy.
What a pair I would always remark to her- two old people looking for sympathy. Like that was possible!
Getting older has its advantages but then the down side is your body is shot or nearly shot the only store you visit routinely is the Drug Store.
Anyway, I thought I would treat myself to a hair cut while she was out shopping and get a chance to gab with Charlie the barber, who often thought of himself as the towns mayor. I hoped into the old 59 Chevy I had restored in my better days, and headed down to Charlie’s barbershop.
As I walked in, Charlie was just finishing up old Mack D as we called him, a hermit of sorts that no one really could connect with now that his memories had faded. He was well on his way to 90 and his daughter had to ferry him around, and today was no exception as she showed up just after I did.
“Hey Bobby!” Charlie said waving me into his hair-cutting establishment. “Hey Charlie, how’s the family?” I said.
“Fine, Fine he said as he showed Mack D the back side of his head with the big round mirror he hung on the back of the seat.
“OK Mack, Laura is here, you take care now and we’ll see you next time.” And with that Laura took him by the hand and they slowly left the shop and Charlie dusted off the seat and welcomed me aboard.
“So, Bobby, what’s new at your house?” “Are you kids coming to see you this summer?
Charlie had to know everything it seems but I knew he just wanted to pass the time so he could go home at 4pm.
“Fixed the garage door opener this morning if that’s what you mean Charlie and yes Ben is coming with the crew this summer and we might just head up to the hills for camp out as well.”
“Oh really.” Charlie said as he examined my thinning hair and wondering how he could cut it and be creative. “So what are we doing with this head of yours today Bobby?” He said.
“Well Charlie, I was hoping you could make me look like one of those pictures up on the wall- you know those young guys with thick hair and chiseled faces.” I said giggling so hard my stomach was shaking.
“Oh yeah?” “Which one suits you Bobby?” and I pointed to the picture of the guy with wavy dark hair, nice tan, thick dark eyebrows and that smile filled with perfectly white teeth.
“You see the one I mean Charlie?” Charlie looked up at the wall and adjusted his glasses and said, “Yup, you would pick that one!” Then he smiled as he ran his fingers through my thinning white hair.
“What’s the matter Charlie? Not feeling creative today?”
“Oh I’m creative all right, I just haven’t finished my miracle degree yet and besides what would your wife think if you got home looking like that?”
“Who said I would go home?” I said giggling again, and just then I gave out a loud yawn and Charlie knew I had found a place to nap for few minutes.
It wasn’t long and my eyes were closed and I was off fast asleep- cutting logs as they say.
That nap put me into a very deep dream state and that picture of that hair model up on Charlie’s wall wouldn’t leave my mind. That handsome face with perfect features was all that my mind could think of.
As Charlie cut my hair, I imagined I was that young kid getting his hair cut for that very photo and soon my nose filled with a spicy Latin aroma and the scent was making my body tingle with excitement.
As I sat there in that semi comatose state, I was having all kinds of physical sensations that seemed to be affecting every inch of my body. My brain was beginning to imagine sexual events that were obviously not mine, and although I couldn’t make them out just then, I knew that they were very explosive and were very satisfying. As my head swirled with thoughts of sex and pleasurable situations, my cock was coming alive as blood began to engorge the normally soft appendage between my legs.
With great conviction, my body throbbed with tightness and my cock was now rock hard- so hard I thought I might piss my pants. I could feel my ball sacs swell like peaches in my pants and I began to warm up as if I was a dog in heat.
The spicy scent, the rich smell of a young mans body and the desire for sex were about to make me explode and I wanted to wake up and find some satisfaction to all this stimulus I was being subjected to.
I began to shake and moan and the heat got worse as my body was tried to wake it myself up. Please I thought, let me wake up and get some relief from this state I was in. Then at last I got control of my arms and legs and I was able to start to feel them again - then I was taking deep breathes and my chest felt unlimited in its ability to take in and exhale air. My ass cheeks came alive and I crunched my anal muscles tightly together and I felt my cock stick up straight like a steel pipe. Then my eyes were able to open and I was looking up at a thatched roof and then suddenly a gentle warm sea breeze was flowing over my body. Then my body could sense that I was lying in very comfortable bed made up with smooth satin sheets and my body was feeling so wonderful. It was then as I lifted my arms and touched my body that I realized I was not Bobby any more, but was in a very different body altogether. I felt my chest and discovered nicely formed pectoral muscles and then my lean stomach was ribbed with muscle as well. I felt my face then and found it to be smooth and young and my hair was thick and wavy.
Had I become the model in the picture I wondered? Could it be possible that I was being given a new lease on life and could live another life – the life of a hot looking model with a great body?
With all this wonderment, I had forgotten about the huge hard on I was sporting and the intense desire I had to bring it climax. Yes I was young, handsome and viral and had an intensely engorged cock that needed immediate attention.
I grabbed it and found that I like the way it felt and began to jack it off. My sweat coated body acted as lubrication for the task at hand and I was vigorously working the love muscle that was attached to my hot young body. Stroke after stroke, I could feel my youthful hormones at work and my ball sacs throbbed once again in anticipation. I was beginning to sweat again, but this time for a purpose and I began to moan and shake and feel this incredible feeling of calm and delight. My whole body was aflame in the act and as every muscle tensed, the eruption of male cum began.
With the force of my youthful furry, the thick streams of white cream shot out of me and there was this tingling I could not explain. Never in my life had I had such a fruitful and sexually satisfying ejaculation.
When the quivering subsided and I watched my throbbing cock slowly shrink in size, there was no other place on earth I wanted to be. Soon my cock lay against my muscled leg and the breeze was cooling the hot cum puddles on my chest and stomach.
I swung around and sat on the edge of the soft bed and got a glimpse of the room I was in and it was like a private ocean side cottage you see in those exotic travel magazines. I got up and headed to the bathroom and turned on the light to confirm the new body I now had, looking at my face closely in disbelief. I just stood there and yelled, “Yes”, then started the shower and got in to lather my awesome physique.
Singing like a little kid, I washed my nicely molded body and relished in the sensations of a tight lean body. I was so much the kind of man I had always wanted to be and I never wanted to go back to what I was before.
I was now too hot and awesome to even want to think of that old body I was in before and it was the last thing I was going to dwell on. As I rinsed my tan body off and was drying myself with a thick luxurious towel, I heard someone come into the cottage calling the name Ramón.
“Ramón, Ramón, time to shoot the next set!” “Five minutes!” The stagehand yelled and then left and I now knew my name and what I did. Guess I am a model then I giggled and came out to the living room again to find the clothes I was to wear. I got into the swimwear, a bright orange Speedo that contrasted nicely against my tanned body and grinned at myself in the mirror.
Then I heard my name again, “Ramón” and I ran out side to the set location and was told to sit down for makeup. As I sat in a barbers type chair, the makeup man threw an apron over me and started to fix my hair, getting ready for the style required for the shoot.
“Man I am so happy, I shouted” and the makeup guy just shrugged his shoulders. A nice breeze came up and I moaned and closed my eyes for a second to savor it, but just then I heard shouting and felt shoving as someone was trying to wake me up. “What the fuck”, I shouted as I opened my eyes and found myself sitting across from Charlie’s shop mirror, staring at the old face I wanted to forget for ever.
“Dam you Charlie, I was having a hot dream and you ruined it!” I said getting out of the chair in a huff.
“Dream or not, that will be ten dollars Bobby!” Charlie said and I pulled out a ten and started to walk out of the shop but stopped. Then I thought to myself - that was a pretty good dream, so I turned back and pulled out an additional five and handed it to Charlie and left.
As I got into my old Chevy and slid in the key, I looked down and noticed my pants were damp in the crotch and unzipped my pants to check it out. Low and behold my hand felt a thick sticky substance and I knew I had cum in my pants. “Yahoo!” I yelled as I pulled away- “the old man still has lead in the pipe.”
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