The Breeding of Mr. Fields (body swap)
by zulator
Jamie and I (Mark) lived together in a small two bedroom house on a rather quiet street in the central city, we were both 24 and both of us had chosen to bypass college and ge right into the work place. I was the manager at a large companies warehouse and Jamie worked one of the largest clothing stores in the region. Jamie was always wearing the newest and coolest clothes, while I was happy with just loose jeans and tee shirts. When we were in high school, Jamie was on the track team, and even today he runs regularly and keeps his body in fine shape. I was on the swim team and yes I too have kept my body in tip top shape, even if I have to wear a blue work uniform most of the time. And, Oh yes, both of us were gay.
It was last summer that things came to a head with Jamie and me, and at first the thing that irritated Jamie the most seemed so innocent. Our neighbor, Mr. Fields, was a very likable guy, in fact I would be over in his back yard sitting with him at his pool, just shooting the shit and listening to his life story. I think he knew that Jamie and I were gay, but that didn't seem to phase him at all. We talked and talked and I was beginning to grow attached to him more and more as time went by.
Mr. Fields was not a jock at all, in fact he was about 70 years old and gravity had played it's mean trick on guy that age, and he had the typical sagging chest and swollen gut. Although he wasn't at first a sexual interest of mine, over time I became very interested in him and I would look forward to the moments we spent talking, and besides the beer was on him.
It didn't take long and Jamie was becoming jealous of the time I spent next door, and began to ridicule me for it and call Mr. Fields names and make fun of him.
"You turned on by old big bellied men?" Jamie would always say to me. "What could you possibly see in that old man, and why do spend so much time with him?"
All I could say to Jamie is that I was fond of him and we talked about things that interested me as well as him.
"What do you talk about?, aches and pains?, Arthritis? Or is it that your just giving him false hope that your in love with him?"
"That wasn't nice to say Jamie!" I said. "You're just jealous of the attention aren't you?"
"Yes I am, if you need to know!" "I love you Mark and I don't want some old retired man to take you away from me, besides does he know you and I are a couple?"
"I don't know what he thinks Jamie, but your really over reacting to all of this, I find pleasure being in his company, and he treats me with respect and kindness." "You could learn a thing or two about such things!", I said and Jamie really got mad.
"Mark, you're a stupid guy, don't you know what he wants?" "He is slowly seducing you and the next step is your going to be in bed with him and fulfill his desires to have a young kid!"
I got read and pissed, not believing a word of what Jamie was saying and dismissing his entire scenario.
"Well, Mark this is notice that I am pissed and if you don't stop seeing that old man, I guess our relationship is over!" "Just move out, I own this place anyway so you have no commitment to it!"
"Are you asking me to leave?" I said.
"If that's the way your interpreting it, then I guess so." Jamie said almost shouting.
"OK, I can deal with that, its not like sex has been fun lately anyway, so let me pack and I am out of here!"
We were both upset and mad and but I packed my shit and got my personal stuff and went next door to Mr. Field's place and knocked at his door.
When he opened it he looked puzzled, "Er, Mark what is that matter?"
"Can I live with you sir, I know you have extra rooms in your house and I can pay you, so will you let me move in?"
Mr. Fields quickly shook his head yes and helped me with my stuff, then told me to leave it in the entrance way and come back to the patio and talk over a beer.
I shook my head yes and we both grabbed a beer and got comfortable under the 'umbrella and turned on the mister. I just laid back, downing half the can and stretching my body out, trying to just relax.
"So, I guess you and Jamie have had words?"
"Yes I guess you can say that, but I don't want to talk about that right now, I am pretty upset, do you think I could just lay down for a while?"
"But of course, Mark, my house is your house and I have a room that I think you will like!" Then Mr. Fields let me up stairs to his childhood room that he kept just as it was when he was a kid. He had acquired his folks house after their death, so he could live in the house he was born in.
Upstairs at the end of the hall, was the room he grew up in. The walls and shelves were all filled with the awards and trophies he had acquired, and coincidentally he too was on the swimming team in high school, and as it turned out was the swimming coach when my dad was in high school as well.
"Oh my", I said. "But I can't use this room, it has all your memories in it!"
Mr. Fields took me by the hand and we both sat on the edge of his child hood bed and he said to me, "Listen Mark, you have helped me bring back those days when I was young and this room fits you perfectly!" "I insist that you sleep on the bed I did and help me further my dreams and memories of a time in my life when I was so happy."
"Well if you insist", I said, and I took off my tee shirt and unbuttoned my loose jeans and then slid under the sheets, turning and getting comfortable on the old mattress.
Within minutes I was asleep, and a very deep sleep at that, forgetting all the turmoil with Jamie and feeling very comfortable.
About two hours later I woke up feeling fresh and very horny, having spent time in the bed of a man who I had come to know very well and who had always made me feel important.
I pulled the sheets off of me, revealing a very rock hard cock tenting my boxer briefs and wanted to just jack off in this incredible mans bed. I just laid back for a time looking around the room and seeing all the pictures of this guy and wishing it had been me in those pictures.
Then there was a knock at the door and Mr. Fields walked in. I quickly pulled the sheets over my tented underwear, but not before he got a good look at it.
"Oh my boy, you seem to have caught the Fields youthful disorder!", he said.
"Er, what do you mean sir?", I said.
"OH that boner, I would always get out of bed with one, and it really brings back memories and stirs my loins."
I quickly focused on Mr. Field's crotch and low and behold the old man was tenting his shorts and his balls looked like they had turned into peaches under the material of the silky material. One look and you could see the difference between us. His organs were twice my size and I could just imagine what he looked like when he was young in those tight swim trunks they wore.
"Oh, my God I shouted as I couldn't hold back, and Mr. Fields smiled.
"So you finally noticed my family jewels?" he said grabbing them from under his sacs.
"Well yes sir, a very impressive sight I must say!" I said.
"Well, Mark, as nice as they seem to you, they did me no good in high school because my family had raised me Mormon. I could never use them the way I wanted unless I was prepared for the sin it would cause and the guilt I would lay on my self." "However, when I was young I met a rather mystical man who gave me the power to give these fine jewels to whomever I wanted." "However, I never could do it because I couldn't give them to another guy in my religion, and I never associated with anyone out side of it, so they went unused as I never married."
"I want to give them to you Mark, would you let me swap your size for mine?"
I grabbed my cock immediately thinking of what it would be like to have those huge balls and that long thick cock and how my climax would be.
I just shook my head yes, and Mr. Fields walked over to the bed, dropping his shorts and revealing his over packed jockey shorts.
"Now in order for this to work Mark, I need to mount you and touch underwear pouch to yours and I am told that within a few minutes there would be an exchange between us."
I loved this man so much and the thought of him on top of me meshing his genitals against me seemed like the most erotic and sexual thing I could imagine of this man.
So slowly the heavy set man got onto the bed and was hovering just above me, when he slowly lowered his swollen pouch onto mine.
As the bulging white cotton touched my tented boxer briefs, I knew that a huge load left my cock at that moment. It was as if my cock head had rooted into his genitals and whatever hot sperm I sent out seemed to find a home inside Mr. Fields groin.
The old man's balls sacs simply engulfed mine and his huge thick penis seemed to swallow my young rod and the two of us went into a prolonged moaning session.
I must have cum and cum and cum, as my body assumed his huge male organs. I could feel the weight of them as they attached to me and then the feel of having his long thick cock took over my senses and now my body was in control of it, and it was swelling fast. There was an intense rush in my groin as my body worked feverishly to fill the huge sacs and I was light headed at first as it took three times the blood to engorge my new cock.
Then Mr. Fields lifted his weight off me and I watch as his now collapsed pouch left mine and he now had my balls and cock, but they were his age and had become smaller because of it. Me on the other had his cock and balls rejuvenated as I took them, tight hard and fully operational. Now laying on the bed we had a much different situation. My manhood was so enlarged that the pouch of the boxer briefs could hardly contain it all and the boxers became uncomfortably tight.
"Oh, my God Mr. Fields, thank you so much for this gift!"
"It is my pleasure that I could give them to you", "All I ask is that you do one thing for me?"
"Yes, anything your heart desires sir!", I said rubbing my new package and wondering what it would feel like to blow a load.
"Mark, now that I am older and my parents are gone, I decided to no longer follow the Mormon ways, and in my mind I believe that I am gay, I would ask that you let me give you your first blow job with your new and improved man hood?"
The thought of him sucking me off was a desire of mine and nothing I had to think about and I smiled as I pulled my tight boxer briefs off, making it easier for him to access me.
With the most gentle and romantic way about him, Mr. Fields took my magnificent cock and swallowed it to it's root, then slowly went up and down on me with his warm deep throat. I was shivering as his thick hot saliva coated my new shaft and the rhythm was perfect. With my male organs churning cum and the stimulus of his mouth, I was shaking like a scared little boy. It was like I had reinvented the word ecstasy, for I had never in my life experienced this kind of sexual stimulation.
There were several sprouts of pre cum as the build up continued and with his constant up and down motion, plus this incredible desire for him to suck me off, I began to spasm and release my hot juices. As my cock went ballistic, I could see that the hot loads shooting down his throat was almost too much for him to take, and at one moment he grasped the tip of my mushroom to stop the out pouring so he could swallow it all. Upon releasing his grasp of my cock head, the pressure sent a very thick rope of cum spraying the inside of his mouth and then over flowing his lips. He squeezed my softening balls to make sure he had emptied me and I wanted him to have it all.
Once we had both sighed our last sigh and things had calmed down, I knew that I was going to live with this man and devote my self to his pleasure.
I grabbed his head and gave him the deepest kiss I had ever given even Jamie, and he responded back, almost sucking my tongue from me.
The he whispered in my ear, "Are you sure you want to be mine?" and I said, "I think so, I love you so much."
"I know now that all I want from this point on is to please you in anyway possible", I went on.
"Well, Mark, if you will allow me to orally drain you in the mornings and then if you would fuck me in the evenings, I would be the happiest man alive."
I pulled him onto the bed and got on top of him and began to lick every inch of his mature hairy body licking his ears, then his neck, his thick hairy pits and then sucking his aged chest. His moans and sighs were enough to get my new thick cock hard again and I continued down his hairy torso, leaving no spot untouched. Then when I got to his cock and balls I took each one into my mouth, sucking each ball sac and then his cock, the one I had know for 24 years as my own.
"Please Mark," he said, "I can't get very hard anymore, but you can certainly suck on it if it gives you pleasure."
I didn't even listen to him as I sucked and sucked and after about 15 minutes, I could hear him shake a bit as he did climax, but could only give me a short spurt of his seed.
We kissed and rubbed bodies till it was time for dinner, and we sat at his dinner table devouring a rotisserie chicken he had prepared earlier. Like two starving young bucks we ate and ate till we couldn't any more, and I was beginning to see a man who had been given a new lease on life. The soft and gentle old Mr. Fields had come alive with the prospect of us being a couple. The fact that I was 24 and he was 70 meant nothing and all I wanted was to please him and give him the love and romantic life he had never had before.
And so it went, I continued my job as a Manager, moved in, and each morning and night belonged to Mr. Fields.
What I found out over time was that the mystic who allowed the genital exchange, was also the mystic who also said that if Mr. Fields could enjoy the fruits of his own manhood, it would slowly rejuvenate his body.
So as the weeks and months went on, I was able to infuse my new lover with enough cream to rejuvenate him into a virtual duplicate of myself and eventually I was making love to my twin. The only difference between us now, was the size of our cock and balls.