It Runs in Your Jeans (body swap)
by zulator
Having lived his life and now enjoying retirement, Bill at 70 years old, was always the dreamer who wished he had been someone else or lived his life differently. Although not his main concern, he often daydreamed while at the park or joked with friends about growing up in a different life and body.
Bill was a very slightly built man, standing only 5 feet 5 inches, and weighing 145 pounds, his physical stature was not his greatest source of glory, rather it was his mind and his great intellectual powers that made him who he was. This intellectual side of Bill was his legacy because it was what he left behind in the minds of his former students while he was a professor of English that would proceed him in any autobiography he might write. Yet with all that going for him, Bill still always wanted to be like the strong muscular jocks he taught, and his desire had never left him till this day.
Bill had always been the seeker of why he happened to be the lean man he always was. Time after time, he was told, "It runs in your Genes", which of course is correct, but that never seemed to satisfy this great educator, and the desire to live in the body of someone with better genes, was always his fantasy. Often times when with colloquies for a cup of coffee, he would bring up the subject and was always told, "remember Bill, what you lack in the physical, you have gained in the intellectual". This would always satisfy the moment, but not the long nights or days when he would be sitting in the park watching young men have fun flaunting their youthful bodies.
As Bill daydreamed one day he was thinking about the phrase "it runs in your genes", and in his flight of fantasy he would literally imagine those young jocks running around in those short jeans letting loose of their male juices, making the phrase a reality of sorts. All that sweet young potent cum dripping from those young cocks and permeating the jeans they wore, made for a fine fantasy in Bill's mind. Those jeans full of genes he would think, if only it were that simple to slide on a pair of jeans from one of those handsome jocks, then my plight would be conquered and I would have something good running in my j(g)eans as well.
However ridiculous the theme of Bills fantasy, he still kept the thought fresh in his mind, and with all the time on his hands now that he was retired, this idea seemed to be over taking his intellectual good sense.
One day, while doing his laundry at a small Laundromat near where Bill lived and the university he taught at, he was loading a clothes washer as he did every Saturday, when I very good looking young lad arrived with his clothes in a duffel bag. This bare foot young man was the perfection of physical form, wearing only pair of reddish orange shorts, with a muscular body that any sane man would die for. As the young boy was starting to stuff a few pair of Jean shorts into the washing machine, Bill was looking on with daydreaming eyes and wished that could be him. The Laundromat was empty except for Bill and the jock and if ever there were an opportunity to make his dreams come true, this was it, Bill thought.
Before the young stud was finished loading his Jeans, his cell phone rang and because of the importance of the call and to protect his privacy, the young lad stepped out of the Laundromat and walked out of view of Bill. Nearby was walk bridge and bench, which the young stud laid on while chatting with his friend.
Bill, who was all worked up was beginning to sweat at the thought he might be able to come near the object of his fantasy, so he began to slowly make his way towards the jocks machine. Just as he was getting close enough to touch the invaluable cotton material, the young stud jutted back in the door and shouted, "he sir could you watch my laundry I have to be on this call for a while", at which Bill grinned and nodded yes. As the stud vanished from sight again, Bill grabbed a pair of what looked like well worn Jean shorts and gave them a huge whiff. Instantly the retired professor was sexually aroused and his aged male organ was beginning to show signs of a hard on, which was not common anymore for Bill. The Jeans were filled with all the jock aromas one would expect from such a stud, and Bill knew immediately that he had to try on the Jeans right then and there, and while he was at it, a pair of the jocks fancy boxers would add to his fantasy. So with out thinking, Bill grabbed a pair of the jock's boxers, and with the Jeans near by, dropped his slacks and briefs and slipped on the boxers and Jean shorts, then took a deep breath.
With in seconds of the event, Bills cock got rock hard and felt like it had grown to a length far beyond what Bill had ever had, and his ball sacs seemed to be pulsing with some activity going on inside them. All Bill could thing of at the moment was "Oh My God!"
What was happening was Bill's dream was becoming reality, and with every new breath he took, his body was transforming as if the genes had changed inside him and along with that his age and body features, they were transforming him into the young stud of his fantasy. His ball sacs pulsed as they were producing a new and different crop of semen, and his testosterone was going nuts within him. The journey from 70 years old to 22 years old was the most erotic adventure he could ever imagine.
The sensation was so incredible that Bill climaxed right there, right into the jock's boxers and flowing into the Jean shorts, and Bill was holding on to one of the washers, as the famous metaphor "It runs in your Genes", was literally becoming a reality.
Before long Bill was sweating like a jock who had just worked out for an hour, making his physical body start to glisten as his muscular form took shape. Bill's 5 foot 5 inch body was growing taller to match the young jock's 6 foot 4 inch stature. Bill's lean thin body was swelling now with new hormones and muscle mass forming on his chest, back, shoulders, arms, legs and a new tight bubble butt ass was taking form. Bills shirt tore off his upper body as a new massive, young tight chest and stomach were making their appearance and Bill's face was transforming into the young jocks handsome chiseled one, and this time for Bill was pure ecstasy.
As Bill flexed and gazed at his reflections in the mirrors around the room, his head was spinning and filling with ideas and memories that were taking the place of practically everything he ever knew. Ideas were filling his head, ones that a young kid of 22 would have. Soon names of friends and girls were flowing into him, while his former life seemed like a story once told to him and not something he had lived at all.
Once the transformation was completed, Bill naturally returned to the jocks washer to finish loading it, and coming through the door was a short older man wearing reddish orange shorts holding a cell phone and looking confused. "Er, I think you left this phone outside young man!," the old man said looking confused.
"Oh Cool," the young stud shouted as he started his machine. "Wow, thanks I would have been lost with out it sir." "By the way my name is Mark, and yours?," the handsome stud asked.
"Oh, Bill Matherson, I used to teach at the university." The young stud smiled as he looked over the older man dressed so scantly and said, "Yes you just retired didn't you, nice to meet you!" "It's funny sir, I think I have a pair of shorts just like that", and he giggled.
The newly formed older man looked at what he was wearing and blushed, "I must tell you young man, I don't normally go out looking like this." "I am sure if you have a pair of shorts like this they would look a hell of a lot better on you than me!" "In fact, I am a bit embarrassed being caught with out a shirt on," the old man said looking down at himself. "I really don't think I can get away with it at my age," he said with a grin, and at that, they both laughed as the old man grabbed a shirt from his pile of laundry to cover up his aged chest.
The retired English professor was doing his best to make a good impression on the young stud, even commenting on how masculine he was showing off his muscular physique. With that statement, the young kid blushed as he ran his hand over his chest and abdominal muscles, saying, "Well, I can't take all the credit for it, it RUNS IN MY GENES".
END