Better Late Than Never (body swap)

Times were getting hard for me. I was just laid off my job of 15 years- they called it down sizing, but I knew what was going on. New younger men were coming into the company, college grads that could start out at lower salaries and give the company a more streamlined look to potential investors.

It didn’t take long for my department to get picked for some changes, and before I knew it; my career was gone and hopes to retire in a few years taken away from me. To add insult to injury, I had to train the new guy, who was so fresh out of college I could still see the gleam of naïve innocence in his eyes.

Fresh out of college and such confidence that he could conquer the world, I almost forgot what I was like when I got my first job after graduation.

I was going on 59 years old and retirement was right around the corner. I was so looking forward to those days of freedom from the rat race and the politics of the corporate environment. I was proud of my accomplishments and I was really a team player as well. I didn’t let myself go physically like so many my age did; I stayed competitive and worked at my personal self image so that I could represent my company as a handsome middle aged man should. I even owned one of those Bow Flex machines you see on late night TV.

Unfortunately, it was my biological age and those benefits I had worked long and hard for that the bean counters were concerned with. Letting me go made perfect financial sense, but I was so hoping that this company would be there for me when I needed them most, but recent mergers and staff changes altered the philosophy the company was founded on and a sudden default on our pension program was the final twisting of the knife.

Now out of work and forced into retirement earlier than I wanted and on much less than I could live comfortably on, I had to rewrite my retirement years and re figure my finances for the time I had left, so that I could still do all the things I had planned. I had money invested, sure, but I wasn’t suppose to depend on that till years from now, but without a pension I would have to live on Social Security and probably get a part time job to make ends meet if I were to keep my investments intact.

I was a professional Engineer for so many years; how was I going to lower myself and take a lousy job that paid shit?

After a month or so of feeling sorry for myself, I sat down with my financial advisory and discussed my future. Because I owned a home free and clear, he suggested I could sell it and move into a more modest two room apartment and save on taxes and utilities. There was always the possibility of remaining where I lived and renting out rooms of which I had more than I needed, and take the burden of the house off me and be able to live closer to what I was used to.

I chose to stay in my home of many years and did some remodeling so that renting my spare rooms would not interfere with my normal day to day life. The two spare bedrooms were remodeled and separate entrances were put in, turning them into studio apartments.

My investment turned out to be a good decision as the same day I put the studio apartments in the paper; I had calls coming in steadily.

By the next week I had leased my studio apartments and with the money I would take in, I could cover the utilities for the entire house and have money for taxes on the property and profit as well. I suppose living near a large University was a big advantage and for a time I thought all was going well.

Before we go any further I should introduce myself. My name is Robert Crammer; a now retired Engineer who was widowed for ten years and who never had children. I married my high school sweet heart and was so much in love and had plans to raise a family just like my parents had done. My wife and I loved kids and couldn’t wait to have our own, but as it turned out, I was a young good looking, athletic, and very intelligent Engineer who graduated college with a 4.0 with honors, but who could not produce a single living sperm.

My wife Amy and I were crushed the we could not produce the children we so desperately wanted, it changed our entire outlook on life and although we could have adopted children, Amy believed she could never feel as deeply for an adopted child as she could one our own. So with our dream of having children taken away and the guilt of feeling like I was a damaged man, we slowly drifted further and further apart emotionally and the sex and happiness we should have enjoyed well into our years together never amounted to anything.

After a few years of trying to overcome the loss of our dreams, Amy wouldn’t even let me have the pleasure of penetrating her anymore. She had decided that because of her religious beliefs that sex was to propagate the species, and sex with out that possibility of bringing life into the world could not be something done for pleasure only because that would be a sin.

Now I was still in my 20’s and a very virile man when you looked at me from the outside. I was an athlete after all and I still loved the act of sex because my body made the event so intense and even though I was sterile, I climaxed vigorously and with as much sexual drive and sensation as any male in my physical condition.

Being religious myself, I couldn’t imagine cheating on Amy, I still loved her the same way as I did the first day we met, even if see had changed. So we lived our lives trying hard to be loyal and give each other 110 percent.

My first job had me away from home a lot at first so it wasn’t like we were loosing moments together trying to produce children. I often wished that Amy could find a man that was whole and agree to have his children to raise as our own, but that concept would never pass the fidelity test.

It got so bad for me not being able to enjoy sexual intimacy with Amy, I began to envy other men who were fertile and I began a routine of heavy masturbation dreaming of stealing sperm from them through some weird and magical form of osmosis. The only way I could ever hope to achieve this fantasy was to get involved in an athletic activity that gave the greatest occasion of having my crotch touch another mans so that the osmosis process would have a chance. It was a fantasy of course, but I wanted it to become reality for me to save the dreams that Amy and I had always had.

I quickly joined an amateur wrestling club which became part of my exercise routine while giving me the perfect excuse to press my groin into virile and fertile males my age.

From my mid-twenties to my mid-thirties to near 40 years old, I played as an amateur wrestler, making crotch contact my main goal and even if the fantasy didn’t become real, I developed an addiction to male to male contact and an incredibly feverish fetish of male gear.

I of course kept my body in tip top toned condition and I was very good looking and wearing a singlet just made me look and feel like I was a man who could breed women day and night and my bulge secured that idea in the minds of all the men I came in contact with.

It was ironic because I envied them because of their ability to produce sperm and they envied me because they thought I was a super stud and no one complained one bit when I pinned them with my famous crotch hold.

This fantasy went on till I turned 40 years old and Amy thought it was very childish and believed that wrestling was turning into a gay supported sport with men dressed as they were and exposing the size of their genitals.

She was pretty much on the money because my wrestling had redirected my sexual desires to men 100 percent and with the gear fetish I had I was incredibly gay in my mind, soul and self image.

In all those year of wrestling, I never had a sexual experience with another man. Even as abscessed as I was to have another mans potency, I could not cheat on Amy and my sole method of sexual satisfaction remained masturbation. My private life was very secretive and my collection of male gear, jock straps, underwear, gym shorts, and compression shorts became enormous. I went out of my way to steal items from lockers and gym bags to suit my fetish and fantasy.

As I got older and shamed out of my wrestling by my ever distancing wife, I kept a membership at a local gym where I could at least continue with my gear fetish fantasy, which at least allowed me to wear gear that contained major male deposits that might magically send another mans sperm producing capabilities into me.

By the time I had passed my 49th birthday any hope of restoring a sexual relationship with Amy was impossible as she had contracted cervical Cancer and in less than a few months was gone.

Amy’s loss drove me into a deep depression and my hopes and dreams of becoming a fertile sperm producing man died with her.

The years that went by after her death saw reminisces of my fetish disappearing, as my prime years of breeding were coming to a close, masturbation became less and less enjoyable. In fact I pretty much lost my spontaneous penal erections by 55 and maintaining a hard on in the positions I enjoyed the most, became increasingly impossible. I look back now and see a virile youthful sexual life wasted on fetishes and masturbation. If I had only crossed the line and allowed myself the excitement of a possible a male relationship, maybe I would have enjoyed real sexual satisfaction!

Now 59 and dysfunctional, I needed to find some happiness in my retirement, however that sexual excitement I never could attain seemed to be haunting me with out a job to take my mind off of it I was in a real rut.

Being replaced by young virile college grads had been the final insult and I was nothing more than an old steer placed out to the pasture.

Just imagining that those young sperm rich guys would be shooting their sperm into young fertile women to produce families, just didn’t seem fair to me- I did all the right things damit!

By the time I had settled with my life as it was going to be, I also started to slack off on my body. I figured what the hell- I don’t need to please anyone anymore and that included myself!

As the next few years went by and I became more sedimentary and watched a good looking body go soft, I tended to do less and sit more, which was totally out of character with my former life.

Even the two young college kids who rented from me began to comment on how I was letting myself go and loosing that young look I was able to maintain. I would smile and stare at them; at least I had young guys to look at from time to time.

The staring became a new fetish for me and although I couldn’t get a hard on when I saw them out side sun bathing or wearing just shorts, I could still drip pre cum and get satisfaction knowing I was staining my underwear. I had grown from size 32 underwear to a size 40 and growing.

Even in my enlarged condition I was able to ignore myself and concentrate on the young men who rented from me. I was encouraged as I found out that one of them was a wrestler. He certainly had the right body for it; while the other guy who rented from me was lean and was cute but as I found out very much the nerd type. The wrestlers name was Mark and the nerds name was Jeff.

Surprisingly they both got along as neighbors, sort of like Brains and Brawn. To tell the truth, I would be happy if I could have either of their bodies because they both were potent young men; however Mark was my favorite.

When Mark found out about my past wrestling experience, he began to ask questions and want to me to show him things. He wanted to wrestle me!

Mark was 20 years old and very much like I was when I was young and his bulge when I could get a good look sure fit the sport he was into. It didn’t take a lot of persuading for me to decide that I would wrestle him, the idea of pressing my crotch into his was bringing back memories.

So one Sunday night, Mark came over to my front door dressed in a very sexy blue singlet and it was then that I saw his bulge in full bloom and I knew I made the right decision.

My former singlet’s were all too small for me now, so I wore a rather tight pair of mesh gym sorts and tee shirt so that Mark wouldn’t have to see too much of my unflattering upper body.

I had a matt all set up in the living room, which caught Mark’s eye immediately. His eyes lit up when he saw all the pictures I had of my younger days and of course my younger body. He managed to pick each one up and look at my form in the pictures and I guess they must have impressed him as I caught a glimpse of him squeezing his crotch several times.

I wanted so much to get Mark into a crotch lock and feel a young hard package pressed into mine. I wasn’t wearing a jock or underwear under my gym shorts because I wanted to experience the full impact of his young hard genitals.

As Mark was viewing the last of my pictures, I suggested that we might have a beer and talk about some of the positions and holds we would use, but I really wanted to get him into a mellower mood. Deep in my 59+ year old mind, I was hoping that once we made contact like I wanted to make, Mark would magically reveal to me he was gay and want to spend the night with me. Boy was I over anticipating!

Mark did agree to a beer which turned into two beers and he seemed it seemed to produce the effect I was hoping for. Mark seemed totally impressed with the things I was saying and for one second I got a sensation of something coming alive in my shorts. Purely mind fucking on my part, but the vibes he gave me and the authority he seemed to assign to me, was making me wish I were 30 years younger.

Mark stood up and stretched and flexed, then got down on the mat in the start position. Oh I wanted to be him I thought! I quickly got into position as well and we started. Right away I could sense his youthful strength as he got me around the midsection and flipped me over on my back. He was on top of me for a short time smiling, pinning my chest firmly to the matt with his legs over mine and I could see that confidence radiating from his grin.

As he kept me down, he decided to slide a bit down my legs, leaning his crotch over mine. I tilted my head up a bit to see the distance required for full contact of his bulge into my crotch, and it appeared that he was so close, I should have felt the heat radiating from it.

For a second Mark lost concentration and his legs slipped off mine and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to twist his body to the right and take him off balance. Mark wasn’t expecting my move and I saw him slide to my right and I rolled my body fast and before I knew it I was on top of him, holding him down with just my weight. Our crotches still had not made full contact and I wanted to feel that bulge so badly, I simply leaned my waist into his; grabbing his head with both arms, causing my wish to come true.

That first contact was heaven as Mark’s full bulge was deeply meshed into my crotch and my cock felt the swollen part of his cock and balls, and I moaned uncontrollably at feeling his firm cock length and sacs grinding into mine. Soon I let go his head and grabbed him around his upper chest trying to pull him into me tighter and deeper.

I don’t believe Mark was on to my trick as he tried to buck his midsection a bit, which made the contact more enjoyable for me.

I wanted that moment to last forever- I wanted my sleepy cock to awaken and through some mysterious magical way, have my ball sacs absorb all of his young sperm into them while his youthful package somehow rejuvenated mine to bring it back to an earlier time in my life.

All this time of enjoying Mark’s contact, I was unaware of the leaking that had been occurring during our close contact. When Mark finally got free of my grasp and was able to lift me over, it was then that a damp spot could be noticed where he had pressed against me and he knew immediately the fluid had come from my body.

Once he had me in a tight control position again he grinned and commented, “Hey Robert, did you cum in your pants?” “You got some on me!”

I was embarrassed right away because I didn’t know what his actually response or feeling about it would be, but in a few seconds of seeing me turn red he said, “Don’t worry man it happens” “We never know what kind of fluid it might be- Pee means one thing while cream means something else!” Then he broke out laughing hard saying, “Actually grinding and getting the other guy to let go a load can be rather exciting!” “I would be honored taking some of your load Robert!”

I tried to understand what he was saying to me- Making the other guy cum was an acceptable goal? And he would be honored to take some of my load? Should I be asking Mark to grind harder then?

Before I could formulate a reasonable answer, Mark looked down at my crotch, kind of sizing it up, then said “So if we grind with the intention of letting one go, would I embarrass you if I let one go and it seeped into your gym shorts?”

I just laid there dumb founded shaking my head no, but wondering why we shouldn’t just get naked and get into the popular 69 position and forgo the grinding for oral sucking.

I was feeling guilty now, not wanting to be the dirty old man taking advantage of such a naïve athletic stud that Mark was. I said, “Hey lets take a break, I could use another beer once I get rid of the two beers that are trying to leak out.” I wanted Mark to think I peed my pants and not leaked seminal fluid into his tight singlet.

Mark smiled and helped me up off the matt and then I headed for the bath room and he followed behind me.

I turned briefly and said, “Are we both going to pee together?” Smiling broadly. Mark quickly slid his arms through the shoulder straps of the singlet and pulled the singlet down below his jock strap, then flipped out his cock and said “If you want Robert, but I was going to say Age before Beauty!” Then we both began laughing and I felt no shame at whipping out my cock right then and saying “Well lets try my way first and we stood across from each other letting go the beer that had made our kidneys swell.

At first we peed in separate streams trying to protect our flow to a certain location in the toilet. Then Mark looked up at me with a smile and began to make his stream collide with mine and I smiled and did the same. Mark’s powerful stream was very impressive compared to mine and I loved the idea that his piss was mixing with mine.

I got very bold right then and lifted my cock up a bit to make my flow land on his crotch and douse his young shaft, balls and drench his jock strap and singlet.

“Oh now look what you did!” Mark said as if I had done something really inappropriate, but soon laughed and started to drench my cock and balls as well, making sure he got my gym shorts really wet.

We caught each others eye and locked on to each other. In a second we let go our cocks and this young hot toned stud was grabbing me and we were kissing as we peed.

We moved away from the toilet a bit still in a tight embrace, then I felt the full sensation of his cock next to mine and he was swelling fast.

The kissing became more deliberate as his head turned to capture my entire lip area around his and I felt his tongue enter my mouth and play with mine and I definitely began to fell my cock swell as well!

Mark began sucking my tongue as if it were a cock and I was moaning then grabbed his tight ass cheeks to force his young cum machine deeper into mine. As soon as I got the chance, I began sucking Mark’s tongue and he moaned and began humping against me very gently. In no time Mark was rock hard and I was amazingly semi hard and so into what was happening I thought I was feeling young again.

Before long, Mark was pulling off my tee shirt, then his singlet came off him completely and my gym shorts fell to my ankles as well.

Mark began to lick my neck and ears and my cock was boning out like magic and my brain was telling my body I was a young stud again. Down to my neck he went, then took each of my nipples one after the other, swirling his tongue around my once formed pectorals.

His tongue then took the treasure trail down to my belly button and before long he was on his knees swallowing my cock. I was so horny I wanted to just grab his head and nail it to my cock- I wanted to cum so badly and feed him my sterile load of pure seminal fluid.

I had never gotten a blow job before in my life- even Amy never would do that for me- it was always my right hand working my meat.

Mark was so incredible at sucking me and I just felt my body shake and I was feeling spasms from deep with in my lower body, signaling that my body was going to make it to climax soon and I wanted that so much.

Mark could sense what was happening, my cock was rock hard like never before and he felt my cock swell and reach its point of no return. That put Mark in the deep long thrust mode and I shouted as his warm mouth took me from cock tip to root in deep thrusting motion. As if he were connected to me, Mark knew exactly when to push me to climax and when the time was right he did just that and took me to the root in a hard thrust which pushed me up against the bathroom wall. I shouted “HOLY MOTHER FUCKER” and began shooting my fluid in several releases, which seemed to satisfy Mark because he held his mouth wide open to enjoy the feel of the spray against the back of his mouth and throat. When I was spent he sucked me clean and pressed my ball sacs hard to make sure he got all of my fluid.

I became so electrified by having climaxed so intensely, when he returned to his feet and kissed me, I grabbed his wet cock and shouted “MY TURN NOW”

Mark positioned me up against the wall and began to literally fuck my face, but in a gentle rhythm. He was so fucking rock hard; his cock went right down my throat till I was almost gagging. I reached up to embrace his tight firm ass cheeks and could feel the flexing of the muscle under the skin of his waist above his cheeks.

I wanted to taste his young creamy potent virile and fertile sperm load, with a passion I hadn’t felt in many, many years.

The young boy was sweating from his forehead, chest and stomach and like a gentle spring rain, his sweat sprinkled my head and my nose filled with the scent of youthful musk, much like the smells I enjoyed during my gear fetish.

Looking up at Mark, I could see his eyes dilated and that sexy moaning sound that his young vocal cords rang out. I watched as his abs flexed before my eyes and his defined pectorals swelled a bit out with each thrust and his arms and shoulders glistened with sweat as well.

Then I could feel a tightening as his cock expanded and I could feel the veins on his cock bulging as he was nearing his time of release.

As his body shook and he began to arch his back, I could hear him whispering “I want to be in you” “I want to be in you”

I was thinking the exact thing as I felt his climax approaching “I want to be in you” “Fuck!-I want to be in you”

There was no doubt in my mind what so ever that this young 20 year old athletic stud pumping his seed into me was asking for something very similar to what I had always dreamed of.

How could it be I wondered, this perfect specimen of youth was willing to accept my body in exchange for his? Did I impress his young mind so sufficiently that I had seduced him both mentally and physically?

What ever was going to happen would be out of my control I felt, at the moment all I was only concerned about was his load pumping into me.

The whole fantasy was causing another unexpected erection for me and as I let Mark pump my face and drip his aromatic sweat on me, I could feel my penis rising from a flaccid state to another full erection. The power this youth had over me was beyond anything I could have imagined, but nothing far from the fantasy he was creating for me.

Then with a huge grunt I felt his ass cheeks tighten like a rock and his tight stomach was pressed hard into my nose and forehead and Mark began to vibrate like a gentle massage motor and his head went back and his cock went deep and he exploded as his body convulsed. I felt warm streams of thick sperm shoot out of his cock and at some times back flow nearly to my lips. He sent three long thick ropes of his breeding seed into me, and then two short spurts and his cock keep throbbing up and down.

The flavor of Mark’s cream was sweet and pure and the texture was that of thick dairy cream.

Mark slowly allowed his cock to slide out of my mouth and then pulled me up to my feet so that my boner nestled next to his cock, then lip locked me again, this time taking deep sucking breathes of my air, then blowing the contents of his lungs into mine. Over and over we drained each others lungs and with each fill of my lungs, I began to feel my chest and stomach tingle and a real sensation of euphoria take over my body. My skin began to tighten from my legs to my shoulders; stomach, chest, and ass were all giving the same sensations.

I instinctively reached up as a jock would do to feel his pectorals and abs, and my hands were feeling a quite different pattern of skin mass and shape. My ass cheeks got so tight I thought I was going to fart or shit as I stood there, but it was part of a transformation that would allow me the gift of a young fit body that produced live potent breeding sperm. I was aware of every inch of my body as it took on Mark’s features and could actually feel the sensation of sperm production in action as my genitals reshaped into Mark’s and I became a fully functional 20 year old wrestler.

I was so into my own delights I didn’t notice as Mark was taking on the body of a 59 year old former wrestler, not noticing his changing voice as his moaning told me he was totally Ok with his new body I felt his cock go rock hard as it took on my familiar shape.

I stood back so I could see myself in the bathroom mirror and was totally amassed and satisfied with Mark’s body. As I gathered his jock strap and singlet, Mark turned to me and said “This was what you wanted right?”

“Dam straight” “But how did you know?” I said sliding up the wet jock then putting each leg into his singlet.

“I had no clue that this was your dream too!” “When I found out about who you were and then saw the pictures today I knew right away I wanted to be you”

“Well it’s like you read my past and understood the struggles and failures I had to endure.” I said in a very young excited voice.

“I am sensing some things about you now as I believe your entire life will soon become part of me.” Mark said pulling on my tee and grabbing my gym shorts to put on.

I finished putting on the singlet completely and admired how well it fit, especially in the crotch- then for no apparent reason I blatted out “Randy is coming over tonight” and Mark turned and added “yeah 8pm don’t forget”

Mark tucked the tee shirt into the shorts and turned to me and said “So who is Amy and why do I seem to understand the principles of electric circuits?”

“Interesting how those two subjects were tied together!” I winked at him.

“Amy was my wife and you’re becoming a retired electrical engineer” I laughed.

“Oh my you’re majoring in Psychology and urban planning?” I said scratching my head. “Aren’t those mutually exclusive?”

“Oh you’ll figure it out, maybe get some better grades too” he said giggling in my former gruff voice.

Mark rushed out of the bathroom and began pacing in the living room like he was trying to remember something.

“I think it best you go Mark, I really enjoyed the wrestle.”

“Oh sure Robert and I’ll remember to leave the rent check at the neighbors across the street; you will be out of town for a few days next week?”

“Oh sure, right” Robert said walking me to the door. “Take care Mark!” he said with a subtle smile.

Robert looked confused a bit as I left, but for me it was all good as I felt great, after all I was 20, young and had a hot date this evening.

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