Communion Ver. 2 (body swap)
by zulator
As I stood outside church, I got a glimpse of Mr. Antonio as he arrived with his grandson. Such a fine specimen of an older Italian man, he looked delicious to me. To say that I would jump at the chance to become him was truer these days, as my young life became more stressful and confusing. I look at him and see only satisfaction and a life well lived and now in his retirement I see a man with a glow of success and achievement. His grandson looked so much like the family DNA pool that man him; with deep features that made for a handsome display of male masculinity. Yes even his young grandson was masculine looking at the young age of 15, having been given the fine genetics of a pure Italian family.
I wondered as I passed him and got a nod and smile, whether he would even entertain taking on my body and my life. Being who I am and thinking I was such a great looking guy, I supposed that anyone would be happy to take me on. I suppose that’s a bit arrogant of me, but it is what had driven me to keep myself as toned and healthy as I was. I just imaged myself as possibly much more than what I was in the eyes of other men; especially older men who would possibly be searching to return to a youthful and toned body.
Mr. Antonio always wore conservative clothing that brought out the deep tan he always had and that wavy Salt and Pepper hair on his head complimented his handsome face. Like older Italian men, Mr. Antonio had let himself go physically, and sported a larger than normal waist and a soft under developed chest. His hairy body and noticeable 5 o’clock shadow however seemed to compliment his age and size and only made him more handsome and masculine looking. It wasn’t like the old man was fat or sloppy, it was just that he had decided to grow old gracefully and allow nature and gravity to have its way.
The way his silky shirt draped his upper body and then followed a round taper down to his waistline was very erotic and physically stimulating for me. But I suppose even more than that was what I imaged was under those slacks in the way of underwear and how his older genitals were packaged. I would stare at him before church and get a rise in my crotch thinking of what it would be like to assume his body for as own. Even thinking of what style and color of underwear he used, would keep my mind busy; even when I knew I should be paying more attention to the religious service.
I guess in my selfish mind I wanted to remold him into me and straighten out the curves and firm up his body; making him became the young athletic gym teacher that I was and was hoping he would want it as well. If I were to become him I would want to do it while he was unaware so it would be almost like stealing his body from him. The desire was so intense at times I would not stand during the church service for fear someone would notice the tented slacks I was wearing or by chance he himself would notice them.
As I look across at him and his grandson, it was like he had no clue of my interest in him, or that I was even there close by behind him. Although he knew where I was sitting, he would never turn my way or make a motion to acknowledge me. I suppose that was normal, after all he had his life and the thought of becoming me would seem stupid and frivolous and even if he had a fleeting thought of it when he smiled and nodded to me, I am sure the desire faded fast as he was a practical man and didn’t appear to be one who lingered in the world of fantasy.
Who would think that swapping bodies was possibility anyway? I am sure if he had a clue that it was possible he just might stare a bit longer or turn and look at me while I was seated near him in church. But as it was he was there with his grandson being the symbol of maleness and masculinity that the young kid needed and depended on.
When the moment was right I thought, I would seize it and cause the swap to happen and make my desire a reality. The process would take no more than a minute or two, and I knew it would be as much a sensual event for me as it would be for him. I could only imagine the hot sensual and sexual experience that would come out of it and was sure in my mind it would be something he would enjoy.
I was confident that once the process started, he would understand the benefits that he would be enjoying and not resist at all.
I waited and waited for the chance for him to be away from his grandson so I could initiate the process. The anticipation has caused my pre-cum to drench my boxer briefs and because of the volume I had released; I knew this was a sign that today would be the day my wish came true. It wasn’t till church was over that the chance came and as he left his grandson to go off to talk to friends, Mr. Antonio excused himself, then re-entered the church to use the men’s room.
Ah a great time to do this swap I thought! If only I could be with him for a minute or two alone I thought! So I followed Mr. Antonio into the men’s room and stood next to him at the urinals, watching him take out his mature cock and begin to pee like a real man does when he has been holding it for a time. I too let out my cock, but mine was hard from sexual arousal so urinating was not an easy task at that moment. I was hoping he would glance over and see my youthful penis; hoping that it would bring back memories of his virile youthful past. I wanted him to acknowledge my cock and my youth, but also to begin to desire me as the kind of man he wished he could be one again. I wanted the thought to be in his head, that he wanted to be me and make the desire so strong that our swap would be swift and guarenteed. I wanted him to doubt his own manliness for one second and have his desire to be me rage inside him and become a sexual need. If I could achieve that response from him, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
Then it happened, he turned and looked down at my cock and I could see a slight smile cross his deeply tanned lips and I knew it was the right moment to get things done. As he shook his soft cock and was ready to put it away in his open Jockey briefs, I turned to him and said, “Welcome to a new Day Sir”! I then proceeded to stick my stiff young cock into his open Jockey pouch and make the sexual connection I wanted so desperately to make. There was a quick grunt from him and a look of disbelief, after all how many young 27 year old guys stick their ragging pre-cum soaked cocks in your underwear?
The process started immediately and I could feel my stiff cock make connection to his soft one. I knew he could feel the surge of my youth flowing into him as we connected and I wanted him to experience the body of a young athletic jock and wanted to take over my body and look forward to all the years of sexual gratification it would offer him.
I knew that he would instantly feel what it was like to be me, since our nervous systems were now tied together. He and I were staring at each other with the exuberance of penal stimulation he had long forgotten and now desired to have again. He was feeling what I was feeling instantly and he knew what my desires were at that moment and he was totally willing to let me have what I wanted. It was like whatever was in his mind before we connected had vanished and the need now was to fulfill my desire, which for him became his desire as well. I could not tell who’s desire now was stronger, his, or mine because he was now destined to become Mark Gordon and I could sense my destiny was about to be fulfilled.
Instantly there was a flow of my boyish athletic seed into his body and then the anticipated flow of his mature and potent load into me. His sperm was probably twice the strength of mine as it had been so concentrated in his ball sacs for so long. So the surge of his cum would be especially stimulating to my body and I welcomed the sudden and dramatic effects it would have on me. The feel of his seed entering my sacs was like a moment of ecstasy and his seed made my ball sacs throb with excitement as he was filling me to the brim with his powerful DNA. This connection was allowing him to actually empty his balls into mine and I knew when we had swapped our sperm it would be just a matter of moments to complete the process. Normally if he could jack off, he would never be able to pump this much cum, but the uniqueness of the connection was allowing his body to do things that his age would never allow. With my youthful rod now connected to him, he was able to feel a full blow ejaculation, just as if he we already me.
As Mr. Antonio became well aware of the body swap in process, I reached down to unbutton his pants and then I unbuttoned mine. I was wearing a loose fitting button down shirt, which I quickly unbuttoned to provide room for the new torso I would acquire while I assisted him in unbuttoning his. Both of our slacks hit the ground about the same time as our waists make a dramatic size change. My waist was a size 30 and I assumed his was more like a size 44. I felt no sadness or regret at loosing my tight 30in waist and tight ass or for that matter my sexual prowess or abilities. It was a delight to feel the muscle let go and the sensations my body was going through to make this change happen, after all, it was my fantasy.
I began to feel the loss of testosterone and other vital young hormones from my body and I was shaking as my skeletal frame was changing inside me at the same time. I was instantly beginning to feel my age as my body progressed from age 27 to Mr. Antonio’s age of 70. In a mere few minutes, my body was going through all the necessary changes to age me those 43 years and in the process Mr. Antonio’s life was flashing in my head while mine began flashing in his.
Years of wear and tear of Mr. Antonio’s body were flowing into me as genetically I was becoming a man of pure Italian decent and he was taking on my Dutch/Jewish ancestry as our DNA did its job nicely. I watched his hair darken and face reshape and his skin tighten to become smooth and young. Seeing him become young and virile made everything worth it and I wanted him to be thinking of how he could become a sexually active man again, which I now knew was his desire all along.
All that made him Italian was leaving him as his body was taking back all that wonderful body hair that I wanted so badly. Becoming Mark meant he would be totally smooth with tight skin and molded chest and stomach. I watched as each wrinkle left his face and his age spots left him with a flawless complexion.
I found my body sending more and more seed into him, watching Mr. Antonio’s upper body and stomach form into the body I had religiously maintained. Seeing his soft man tits transform into molded pectoral muscles and his soft stomach become rigged with abdominal muscles made my flow of sperm even faster, with greater volume than before.
My sperm was doing its work well and his seed was also working hard to give me what I wanted. Surprisingly I was transforming a few seconds ahead of Mr. Antonio, because his man seed was much more concentrated making his essence much more potent. My young body was like a sponge to his sperm and my body was tingling like I was experiencing puberty once again.
As I had predicted, the transformation would become all encompassing to both of us, the sensations and sexual nature of it would shadow any other thoughts that we might have had. Mr. Antonio was transforming into me nicely and he seemed to enjoy the muscle pack as it formed on his chest, stomach and back. His soft round shoulders rose to the occasion of the new muscle that his arms and shoulders were gaining and the moans and groans were a testament to it as he grinned wider and his voice sounded like mine.
What was going through his mind I thought, could it be as miraculous as what was going through mine?
I could only imagine what he was experiencing as he made his way to my age and body physique while his mind filled with my life and experiences. Somehow a rather impossible event was made possible and deep down inside, he really did have a desire to become me after all as I found out as he fed me his life story. Now nothing else seemed to matter as the reality of it was happening before his new young eyes.
All I was thinking was the wonderful rest of the day I was going to have as I became him and I was enjoying the feel of my new soft chest and shoulders and didn’t care how spread out my waist was becoming.
The process was coming to an end, because his soft cock was now stiff and young and mine was now soft and placid, so we disconnected completing what for most would be an impossible event.
Looking back now, I was so intense on watching him become me, I missed out on the visual effects of becoming him. In our stupor we quickly changed clothes. The confusion was followed by me watching the new Mark’s young crotch tent out as we swapped underwear, and it was like nothing had really happened as he smiled and said, “Wow it is a fine New Day isn’t it”. I wanted to tent out too as I got comfortable in his clothes but my aged body wouldn’t allow it, and besides I was more interested in finding my new grandson and continuing on with my new day.
As I left the men’s room my head was filled with thoughts of my grandson as he ran up to me and asked, “What took so long Papa?” I just smiled and said,
“I am not as young as I used to be son” and he laughed and we were off to finish our day.
Off in the distance I could see that young nice looking gym teacher running to his car, I was sure he had many adventurous things planned, but that was much too much for this old man to even think about, I had my family and that’s all I needed.
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