Bob's Seed (body swap)
by zulator
The day had finally arrived and Julie and I were going to marry and with plenty of planning it was going to be a huge event and a commitment to a fairy tale dream we both had. Julie and I had been high school sweet hearts, as she was the beauty queen and cheerleader and I was voted the top athlete of our district. It was a match made in heaven and we planned to raise a large family and grow old together.
Everything was right about our relationship, both with knowing ourselves and our goals and the families we had and how it was a perfect combination. I was born Mark Nunzio on April 4th, 1977 and was born to a family of above average means and was given the advantages that most kids only dreamed of. I did well in school academically and athletically and attended college receiving a degree as a CPA. Julie also attended the same college and received the same degree and our financial futures seemed secure and our way of life was going to allow us our dream of many children and the life we had planned.
The marriage ceremony went on as planned with over 100 guests at our reception. Our honeymoon was a fantastic adventure in Costa Rica and everything went off without a hitch. After about three weeks of fun and romance, we returned to a home we had purchased in advance and all was going well for us. We had even furnished the home just as we had imagined using ideas we found in magazines and ideas we found doing many visits to local flea markets.
I have to mention that our next-door neighbor was responsible for the flea market experiences and also became a very close and trusted friend through all our planning. Bob Gordon was his name and I have to say for a man in his 70’s he became my inspiration and now the closest friend I ever had. Bob made moving into our home and planning possible and we shared many an evening drinking a beer and talking everything from airplanes to dinosaurs and everything in-between. We also got to know Bob and his family and I marveled at his children and their professional successes and he was very proud. I admired him as a man and saw him as a fine father who had produced quality children. It wasn’t till about 6 months later that the subject of his obviously high grade of sperm came up for discussion.
Julie and I had been trying since our honeymoon to have our first child and after a while with no results; we were beginning to wonder if one of us had a problem. We did the routine tests before we got married and I was producing plenty of sperm and she was ovulating normally and had plenty of eggs.
We thought by now she would have gotten pregnant; but every test came back negative and I was wondering if our planned life was really going to come true. Children were one of the most important aspects of our relationship and future and without them it would be difficult for us. Of course we talked about the possibility of such a problem and the idea of adopting children, but it was always our desire to produce our own children through the normal sexual intercourse ways because we believed that sex was meant for creating children and that is how we wanted our children to be created. Both Julie and I were in perfect physical shape and I was determined to remain in top physical condition just for the purpose of producing the best sperm possible. Julie also was committed to keeping herself in top shape to make her pregnancies go easier.
After a while of frustration and stressful nights I went to a specialist and decided I had to find out if it was my fault and after jacking off in the bathroom several times to provide samples, the cause of our problem was finally revealed.
The specialist told me that I made plenty of sperm, in fact I made more than most men, but of all the sperm my body produced; none of them were mature sperms and that was the problem.
I learned all about sperm production because of this problem and found out how sperm was made in my testicles and how it traveled and how it had to mature and become fertile in the last stages of its production. The last area where the sperm went was called the Vas and this is where it stayed till full maturity and where DNA was added and other enzymes were added before it headed to my prostrate to mate up with my seminal fluid. It was quite an education learning about the process, but It didn’t solve my problem.
The doctors told me we could have children through other methods using donor sperm or the option of adopting was always there. I explained to the doctors and specialists that we were to have children through normal intercourse and I wasn’t so concerned about who’s sperm came out of my cock as long as it came out naturally.
I of course never told Julie about this since I was ashamed that a physically toned athlete could not produce mature sperm and then there was the embarrassment of telling our families and I just didn’t want to go there. After pleading with the doctors over several weeks, they finally came up with an idea that I was willing to go along with.
They told me if I could find a donor that I preferred, they could surgically attach a small tube to the Vas in my testicles that I could inject sperm into and therefore ejaculate it like it was my own.
The tube would be tiny and almost undetectable and would be located directly under one of my ball sacs and with my pubes as thick as they were it would be impossible to see and my wife would never know. I decided to do it since the surgery was to be done as an out patient procedure, on one Saturday morning I went and had it done.
My issue now was to find a donor that could provide sperm that would be equal or better than what my body could produce and more importantly sperm that I knew had already produced children of high quality. After thinking and thinking it became obvious as to who’s sperm would qualify and during some beer drinking as Bob was working on his car, I popped out the idea.
I had often walked over to Bob’s to see what he was doing and learn something along the way. Bob was changing a water pump on his car and as I lay on the floor next to him to watch what he was doing I brought the subject up.
I was pretty frank about it and told him straight up that I was infertile and decided that I wanted his sperm to produce my children.
I should have waited for him to get out from under the car because I think the question made him hit his head under engine block.
“What!” He cried out, as the pain of the bump became a reality.
“Did I hear you clearly Mark?” “You want to do what with my sperm”? He said looking at me as if I were nuts.
Bob got up and I did too and he cleaned off his hands looking at me in a weird way and repeated his response. “What is it you want to do with my sperm?” He said with a serious face.
“I want to use your sperm to make my children Bob!” I returned with a serious face as well.
Then Bob started to laugh out loud and I thought he was going to fall over. “Mark you really do come up with the silliest things and that one really was good” he said calming down a bit.
“I am serious Bob, this is not a joke- I am infertile and I couldn’t think of anyone else Id rather have donate sperm.”
Bob stopped and digested what I had said and his expression changed and he finally got the seriousness of my request.
“Lets have another beer” he said as he lead me into his house where we sat around his kitchen table.
“Mark I am both blushing and honored that you would even consider my sperm good enough to produce your children, but there are moral and ethical questions here to be discussed.” He said popping open two more Miller Lites.
“Listen Bob, many men donate sperm to sperm banks, here you would be doing the same the same thing so to speak.” “I have had a tube surgically inserted in my testicles and was instructed on how to insert donor sperm into it so that I could ejaculate it as if it were my own.”
Bob stopped for a moment and then said, “How does Julie feel about this arrangement?” And I told him she knew nothing about it and how I didn’t want her to know I was infertile and wanted to have children naturally.
Bob thought for a moment and sat back in his chair rubbing his crotch unconsciously, then leaned back towards me. “Don’t you think your going to notice that your children don’t look like you Mark?” “Don’t you think eventually your going to wish you never did this and in response become jealous of me knowing your children were actually fathered by me and not you?”
I knew what he was saying and I thought I had gone through that scenario in my head many times and felt comfortable with Bob being the donor. After all I knew Bob and loved him as a person and admired him so much it just felt right.
“Bob, I couldn’t do this unless I knew the person supplying the sperm so you are the only one I could think of and I am not concerned that my children don’t look like me as long as the sperm used is high quality sperm and I believe your is, so please say yes!”
Bob was tapping the table and thinking as he finished his beer then put his bottle of beer down and turned to me with a serious face and said, “I will do this for you because I feel a real bonding to you Mark, but on one condition and I don’t want you to take this the wrong way of seem me any differently than you do now, but the only thing I would ask from you in return is to let me give you a blow job every once in a while- if I am going to give you mature sperm to make your children, then I want to ingest your immature sperm in return!”
My hand went right to my crotch as he said that and I looked at him and I knew I wouldn’t feel any different about him if he sucked my cock so since would do anything to begin to have children, I said yes.
“Well young man, I would like to get my first installment right now if I could so I know what I am getting, and who knows it might just increase my own sperm production in the process.”
I told him that would be fine but my kidneys were about to burst and suggested that he let me take a piss first. Bob laughed and we both went to the bathroom and pissed in unison.
From there we went into his bedroom and I dropped my jean shorts and boxer briefs and took off my tank top and jumped on his bed. It didn’t take long for my cock to become totally erect and with a smile on his face, Bob began to suck my cock.
It didn’t take long before I was enjoying Bob’s mouth on my cock and I thought to myself, shit this is going to be great – Bob will give me his sperm and I will enjoy a free blow job from a man I trusted and could be discrete with. It also didn’t take long for me to realize that Bob was really enjoying what he was doing either and after he had brought me to climax and I blew several ropes of cum into his mouth I understood why he suggested it to begin with.
Bob confessed to me that he had always desired to give me a blow job and that he marveled at my toned and muscular body and wanted the seed of a guy like me and he didn’t care if my sperm was not mature enough to fertilize an egg, it was good enough for him just to swallow my young juice and take advantage of my hormone and testosterone rich cream.
So it went on that just before Bob would jack off to give me his sperm, he would give me a blowjob and the agreement seemed to be working. I would take his load and prepare it before I used a syringe to inject it into my testicles just as the doctor had prescribed. We would do this on nights that I was sure that Julie and I would be having sex and after a time once my body seemed to process his sperm as if it were mine; things began to happen.
After a week of trial and error, I hit the jackpot as Julie was in her fertile state and Bob’s sperm did its job and my wife finally tested pregnant.
We had a calibration after her doctor confirmed it and life as we had planned seemed to be back on track. Both of our families went out of their way to make it a memorable occasion and I never saw Julie happier.
Even after the news of her being pregnant, the blow jobs didn’t stop and the insertion of Bob’s sperm kept up because I felt more like a man knowing I was shooting real lead and the blow jobs just got better and better and my desire for them after a while became more important than the sperm.
It wasn’t long after when the baby was close to nine months and all was going well that Bob was getting just as excited as we were and when that day arrived and we were at the hospital, a beautiful healthy baby boy was born and life was good.
That night we brought the baby home was special and we had another party and this time Bob was invited because he was our neighbor and I knew he wanted to see the baby; after all it was his biological son.
As the time passed and my first son was around 2 years old, Julie and I decided we wanted another and with regular insertions of Bob’s sperm she got pregnant again quickly and again life seemed to be going our way.
What I didn’t know and wasn’t told by the doctors or specialist was the fact that the procedure I had been doing was not common and there wasn’t any research into what would happen over time with the insertion of foreign DNA into the testicles of another person. I received a call from the specialist during Julie’s second pregnancy and was asked if I noticed any physical changes with my body and until he asked me that question I hadn’t even thought about it. I knew that from the beginning of the insertions of Bob’s sperm my personality changed a bit because I felt more of a whole man now that I could shoot real sperm, but never even thought of physical changes to my body.
I knew that I had developed a mole on my chest below my right pectoral muscle but didn’t pay any attention, just like the light fuzz of hair that seemed to develop sporadically in different placed on my chest, stomach, back and shoulders. I also never thought much of my beard thickening a bit either and just thought I was growing up and it was natural. I new I had to shave more frequently but again it was all manly stuff that I was into and thought was part of my normal maturing.
It wasn’t till we had our pool installed and had Bob over one day to swim and it became obvious that the mole I had was in the identical place Bob had one and the fuzz was also located in similar places. It didn’t really bother me too much because I had such a bond with Bob that if I somehow began to look like him it would be find with me.
The deal was as time went on, that in fact, I was transforming into Bob and though it started out in subtle ways, after our 5th child it was becoming apparent to Julie and me.
Because it so subtle, I don’t think she cared because as our first son grew and entered kindergarten, I resembled him more and more.
What became even more remarkable than me transforming slowly into my neighbor Bob, was the fact that Bob was ejaculating more and more like a man my age and I supposed it was from the entire hormone and testosterone he sucked out of me. If my sperm could do that to him I was more than happy, but I wished it could have transformed him into me, as I believe that would have been more of what Bob would have wanted. Of course Bob never complained as ejaculating for him was so enjoyable and he was doing it on a regular basis and with greater and greater output.
After our 7th child I was offered a job on the west coast and it was such huge promotion that I had to take it and we thought hard and decided to make the move. I was pushing 47 years old but because of our desire to raise more kids, it was in our plan to have more.
I wondered if I could find another donor where we were moving, but with all the work and my life getting busier, I never did find the time to search. Bob was too far away now to help and I missed him dearly and actually returned once a year to see him. I was now giving Bob blowjobs as a return gift from getting ones from him and taking his sperm orally seemed to escalate the transformation process. I could see that Bob was changing as well, not a fast as my transformation but it was evident that his physique had altered and he had been secretly working out and there was a definite change going on with his body. Bob should have been well into his 80’s now but time had reversed itself for him and his body was more like that of a man in his 40’s.
I was so pleased to see that our arraignment had been beneficial for both of us and leaving Bob after those visits was hard and emotional. I felt confident in Bob’s out look as he went back into the work place and, taking on another engineering position similar to what he done previously in his life.
Back at home Julie was begging that we have another child and I just smiled and went through the actions with out the insertion of Bob’s sperm and miraculously Julie got pregnant again. It was a miracle of course but what had happened is that I had transformed so much into Bob that my previous infertility had disappeared and I was producing pure Bob sperm now and our dream of having, as many kids as we wanted would come true.
With ten kids now under my belt and a successful job, the only other wish I could dream of was to have Bob living in the same town as me. My dream came true as a letter arrived from him telling me of his transfer and that he would like some help finding a home near mine. Even Julie was excited about having our former neighbor living near us again and of course I was overly excited to have him here and enjoy the discrete relationship we had. It was only natural that he be near us since these ten children were made with his sperm it had to be!
Once Bob came west, he found a home in our subdivision and he was looking so much younger and virile than before and of course the sex with him was evolving as well. We were exploring anal as well as the oral and life couldn’t have been better.
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