The Grass is Always Greener (body swap oral)
by zulator
Marvin Flanders was a former football player and an all-American in his younger years and quite the strapping guy in his youth. Now 40 years later, time and gravity have taken their toll on poor Marvin's body and his high school sweetheart whom he married and had 6 children with just served divorce papers on him, just as his job of 20 years was taken from him because of downsizing. So with his marriage on the rocks and no real career to speak of, Marvin took a part-time security job to make ends meet. The sixty-something former all-star, was now an overweight bearded man with a receding hairline, who wore glasses, had a chubby face and beer gut and was feeling the permanent effects of all the strains and stress he had placed on his body in his youth. You might say Marvin was a walking advertisement for Arthritis Formula Tylenol.
"What the hell has happened to me," Marvin would say each day as he slowly made his way out of bed to shower and get dressed for his meager job of being a minimum wage security guard. It usually took about 800 milligrams of Arthritis Formula Tylenol and a hot shower to work out the stiffness so he could stand straight, but his doctor insisted that the walking as a security guard was the best thing for him. It was the same uniform each day, dark brown slacks and tan shirt with the logo "Star Security" written over his right shirt pocket that seemed to show the outline of his now soft and pointed breast. Gone were the days of hard muscles and thin waists. Marvin would sigh as he stared into the bathroom mirror of his two-room apartment. "Shit," he would say as he tried to trim his beard, "Why do I even bother?" Marvin's life had become so rudimentary over the past 40 years that he couldn't see his marriage going bad, nor his job falling out from under him, and certainly never saw the slow degradation that had turned his once young body into the middle-aged pudgy old man's he had today. "Fuck, where did the years go, that bastard wife of mine got the best of what I used to be," Marvin would shout.
As a security guard for Star Security Company, Marvin could only boast that he would see a movie star or other celebrity once in a while, but that couldn't outweigh the depressed state he had fallen into with all that had happened in recent times. "So I get to see rich beautify people," he would mumble to himself. "Seeing beautiful people with perfect bodies and lives only makes me feel worse than I already am," Marvin would go on. I suppose the straw that broke the camels back sort of speak, happened one brisk February afternoon, while providing security for a photo shoot for a large east coast department store. It was a photo shoot that was for young men's summer wear, and the model that was hired was named Mark Taylor, a 20-something hunk of a kid, who could make wearing a band aide a special event. This kid had all the right muscles in all the right places, and looked like God's gift to manhood. Mark was blessed with great genes and a body that could sell anything that the clothing manufacturer was selling.
On this shoot, Mark was wearing undergear for the affluent urban male. How awesome Mark looked in the wet bikini swimwear that showed his young equipment so well. It was almost a crime to have him there on a public beach dressed that way. Marvin was focused on Marks great groin package and his awesome chest.
"God damn, what a fucking hot and sexy body he has!" Marvin thought. Mark was even better looking than Marvin was at that age, and all Marvin could think of as he watched, was to have that kind of body and youth again. Marvin's cock was getting rock hard, even in the chilly weather at the shoot site, and was so lustful of Mark, he wanted a piece of this kid if it was the last thing he did.
"Look at me," Marvin said to himself, "what a fool I am to think I could have that body and life. Shit! I had my chance, and I fucked it up, but what if--just what if I could try it all over again in this day and age with that body and that life?" Marvin was so hard he was becoming obvious to the production company staff, and his face became blushed and he really felt like a fool for the way he was reacting.
One of the producers walked over the Marvin, noticing his apparent condition, saying, "Hey don't feel so bad, it happens to the best of us," and burst out laughing. Marvin only felt more stupid as the man chuckled and stared at Marvin's bulging crotch. Then the man looked Marvin in the face and said, "If you can control that thing in your pants, I might be able to arrange a personal meeting with you and Mark." Marvin's face came alive with that statement, and promised he could control himself at the chance of getting close to Mark.
The shoot took about 3 hours and at the end, when it seemed the producer had forgotten about him, he showed up and brought Marvin over to Mark's trailer, and nodded to Marvin to just go in. Marvin looked scared, but grabbed the doorknob and opened the door and stepped in.
Once inside, Marvin could hear a shower going in the back of the trailer, and up front where Marvin was standing was a pile of clothes, the very ones that Mark had worn during the shoot, and he was nervous as a little kid. Marvin sat down near the pile of Mark's hot clothes and thought to himself, shit I want to pick this stuff up and sniff it, but what's holding me back? Marvin was getting rock hard and couldn't control himself, so he picked up the bike shorts he so admired on Mark and brought the crotch up to his noise. "Oh fuck, YES," he almost shouted as he got a whiff of Marks athletic body musk, and as he sniffed he was rubbing his crotch, making his cock like a steel pipe in his tight brown pants. This was more than he could possibly have dreamed of, and he was going to meet the young stud as well. Once, he had gotten enough of the shorts, Marvin then picked up a pair of Mark's underwear, a classic style of Tommy gear, and sucked out the very pouch of it, tasting the young kids salty cock residue. Marvin's cock was leaking for sure as he sniffed and sniffed, and his heart was racing as his lust for Mark was peaking.
As Marvin rummaged through the rest of the pile, a vivid stain was appearing where his cockhead stretched down his pant leg. Being so into what he was doing, Marvin never noticed that Mark was standing behind him with just a towel wrapped around him leaning against the wall, relishing in Marvin's apparent fetish for the clothes he had worn, getting hard himself.
Mark looked at the chubby security guard and wished his desires could be realized. "Oh I wish you could just be me and know what the life of a model has done to me," Mark thought. For some strange reason, Marvin looked good to him. So what if he was old and chubby, Mark thought. He probably has a great family and this is just job to make a few extra dollars, Mark thought.
Mark's life was not exactly all fun and games and he was so good looking that he was only thought of as a sellable piece of meat, and too awesome looking to be taken seriously.
Yes, Marvin's appearance of a stable and happy man gave Mark the desire to want to become him.
Soon Mark made some noise and got Marvin's attention, and Marvin immediately dropped the clothing he was sniffing and turned beat red.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" he shouted, but Mark just giggled and walked over and sat next to Marvin, putting his strong arm around Marvin's beefy shoulders.
"Hey don't worry man. It's all cool--you're making me hard as a rock sniffing that stuff!" Mark said trying to comfort the portly security guard.
Marvin saw that Mark was smiling and when Mark grabbed the throbbing cock in Marvin's pants, Marvin fell back and shot a his load right then. Moaning and rubbing his pants to keep his climax going, Marvin was in shock at Mark's interest. As Marvin continued to pump cream into his pant leg, Mark bent over and began to suck out Marvin's cream, to let him know how much he appreciated the attention.
Mark sucked and sucked till he had taken in all the hot juice Marvin had expelled, and then insisted the pudgy man take off his clothes and lay on the bed. Nervously and like he was now a desirable young stud again, Marvin striped off his clothes and lay in the bed as Mark dropped his towel and began to crawl on top of him. Hovering over Marvin's body, Mark bend down and gave Marvin a deep and satisfying kiss, sucking on Marvin's tongue like it was cock. Marvin was beside himself as Mark made love to him, and all he could think of was how beautiful Mark was and how much he wanted his youth and perfectly formed body.
Soon Marvin began to take control and it was he on top of Mark now meshing his wet cock into Mark's, and kissing Mark so hard, Mark was moaning and now had his legs locked around Marvin's mid-section. Marvin's hairy soft chest was rubbing Marks hard pectorals, and Marvin's beer gut was rubbing Marks six-pack abdominal muscles. Both Marvin and Mark were in a sexual frenzy as each one wanted the others apparent perfect life.
After the two had kissed and sucked, Mark took the upper hand and rolled Marvin over staring him in the face. "So you want to be me?" he said.
Marvin's eyes opened wide, "Yes. Yes! But why would you give away such an awesome body?"
Mark put his finger over Marvin's lips to quiet him, and said, "It's time for a change, and you look pretty desirable to me." Marvin wanted to tell the young kid what he would be getting into if he was him, but Mark wouldn't hear a thing, and Marvin was to eager to become the young stud to foil his apparent desire.
Lying on the bed rock-hard again, Marvin watched as Mark removed a small vial of liquid from his fanny pack and brought it over to Marvin. "Here," Mark said, "drink this down to the first line," and pointed to the black line on the vial.
"Are you sure, you want this old body of mine?" Marvin asked.
Mark smiled and put the vial up to Marvin's lips and Marvin nervously drank the liquid down to the line and then Mark took the rest in one quick gulp.
"So what happens next?" Marvin stuttered out. Mark just repositioned himself on Marvin, straddling him so that his cock was hovering above his face, and his above Marvin's cock. Marvin needed no instructions at all as Mark almost swallowed Marvin's cock and Marvin pulled Mark's cock into his mouth. The two began a most pleasurable 69, with Marvin taking Mark's cock deep to the root, savoring the youth's sweet flavor. Mark was sucking on Marvin fast and furiously so as to bring Marvin's dream to reality, and to seize the security guards life for his own. The moaning and sexual frenzy went on for minutes, till both seemed to climax simultaneously and the sounds each were making seemed to enhance each other's hot creamy output. Once spent of cream, the two lay next to each other as the process that each one so desired began to take place.
For Marvin this transformation would make up for all the bad luck he had ever experienced he thought, and as the surge of hormones intensified in his body he knew that something was happening. Every inch of Marvin's body was twitching and throbbing as his DNA was now laced and over taken by Mark's. He could feel the years pealing away as his soft body got tight and his physical features altered. As the year melted from Marvin, his body reshaped and his soft chest and beer gut shrank down to form the hard muscular body that would become his new home. Marvin's balls were on fire as they began to produce his new young seeds and Marvin's facial hair was disappearing into his now chiseled young face and Marvin was now the young strapping hard 20-something kid he had only minutes ago was lusting over.
While all this was happening, Mark was feeling his young perfect physique swell up as his awesome genetic makeup was giving way to a new DNA string and his body was taking on the features he so wanted to have. Gone was the young chiseled face as age took over his head and hair blossomed out of his cheeks, turning salt and pepper as it did. The youth's awesome chest and shoulders as well as his tight stomach let loose of the muscle pack and soft aged skin reappeared. What was once a hard V-shaped body, now was becoming a mature one with a beer gut and huge nipples and wide waist. Mark's tight firm ass gave way to a much thicker and wider anal pose, and his cock got thicker and his balls took on the size and stature of a man in his sixties.
Soon both had swapped bodies completely and Mark got up and started to put on Marvin's clothing, but not before he himself sniffed what Marvin had worn. Oh yes this will work out fine, he thought as he slid on Marvin's underwear and then the rest of his security uniform. Then straining to bend over to put on his socks and shoes, Mark commented, "Well Marvin, you're not going to have to do this anymore." As his face got red from the stain of putting on his shoes, Mark stood up taking a deep breathe, and admired his new life as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
Marvin looked on as Mark seemed to have captured his dream, hoping what he finds out later will not dampen his desire.
Marvin got up and slipped on a pair of Mark's underwear and laid back into the pillow chair and closed his eyes for a moment, running his hands down his new physique, while was Mark in front of the mirror examining his pudgy new body.
"I think I have gotten the best of the deal," Marvin said as he felt the hard pectorals he now had and then the ribbed stomach and small waist. "I can't believe you gave this up for my old worn out body," Marvin said as he turned to get a side view of his new young physique. "This body will bring me years of happiness I am sure, Mark and I can't begin to thank you enough for just giving it to me this way."
Marvin looked over at Mark, who began to feel guilty all of a sudden and Marvin could sense that he wanted to say something. "Hey what is the matter, Mark? Having second thoughts?" Mark just stared at Marvin and went to the door.
"Well it's time," Mark said as he opened the door to let his aide know that the switch was complete. "Hey wait," Marvin yelled. "Is this it? I mean don't you want to know anything about me?"
Mark just turned and shuffled out the door. Marvin went for the door, but his aide came in and said, "Well get some clothes on, we have another shoot this afternoon and we need to hurry." Marvin was given some clothes to wear and tried to act like he was the new supermodel. "Save the acting for the shoot, you have just enough time to get to the gym to give your chest that fresh work out look".
Marvin began to feel like he wasn't in control anymore as he was lead out to an awaiting car. As he got in, he could see Mark walking the parameter of the shoot location like a security guard would. As Marvin pondered about his former life, his aide began to read off the schedule for the rest of the week, listing all the photo shoots, gym times, meal breaks and even when Marvin would go to sleep. "Damn," Marvin said with a tear about to roll down his chiseled cheek, "this new life doesn't sound so hot."