Jumpter (body swap)
by zulator
As a doctor, I had pretty much heard of every symptom there was. From the sniffles in the common cold to more serious complaints that have lead to many diseases, I have heard them all. But recently many of my patients have been complaining of something I had never heard of before or would expect to hear.
“Doctor, I just don’t feel right- I mean I feel ok physically with the exception of my health issues, but I just don’t feel like I should be me!”
Change the wording if you will, but I have been hearing this over and over again and only from men over 60. It has become so frequent that I was convinced that some mass hysteria was in play or some new rare virus that had just hit the elderly in town. Strange as it may seem, all these older men are seemingly honest and respected, so I have to listen to them with as much seriousness as their complaints.
Examining them proved pointless; after dozens subjected to full physicals showed nothing irregular in their tests. It was just a mental thing with them; they simply felt uncomfortable with their lives all of a sudden.
All I could suggest was a sedative or sleeping pill to help them along, but with all the extra business that had been hitting my office, I was ready to take a short vacation and have an associate from a nearby town come in to cover for me.
The symptoms were bothering me and I needed someone else to step in for a while to see if they could get a handle on it, so I planned a short trip to a beach side resort a few hundred miles away.
I was getting older myself and ready for retirement and at 69 years old I had practiced medicine in my small town for over 35 years. I was trusted and respected and knew everyone in the town by name. Heck I brought many of them into the world it seems and laid many to rest as well. This trip would be refreshing and allow my mind to become uncluttered.
So that Saturday I packed a bag and set off for Brye Beach with a good outlook on things and my pending retirement.
Being a bit off season, the resort was practically deserted except for the lingering young surfers and surfers want to bees. Late summer was always a good time for the surf as the winds and the angle of the moon changed. And although the temperatures were not as warm as summertime, the faithful beach boys lingered on for one last quest.
I checked in to my room and immediately ordered room service. My blood sugar was low and I needed to eat something. My food arrived and I felt replenished quickly, then undressed down to my boxer underwear and undershirt. I went through the cable channels but couldn’t find anything to suit my taste so I pulled the curtain open and cracked the arcadia door to let in some fresh ocean air.
I laid there in bed taking in all that breeze and quickly fell off to sleep. It was like a ton of bricks had been taken off my shoulders not having to answer a telephone or treat anyone.
Morning arrived fast and I was awoken to the sound of surfers’ noises and it was good to hear the sound of young vocal cords for a while. I got out of bed and took my morning medications, then went to the bathroom to urinate and take a look at how much older I had gotten over night- it was my morning ritual. I was planning a walk down the beach and back, so I showered and got dressed appropriately, planning to get breakfast after I got back. At my age it was harder and harder to exercise, but a morning walk seemed to keep me healthy and I wasn’t going to change my routine for anything.
So I left my room wearing some tan twill pants, a modest button down shirt, and hiking shoes and a light sweater then headed to the beach which was just outside my room.
The sun was brilliant and the surfer activity with all those colorful bathing suits made the scenery quit delightful. At 69 years old I really appreciated youthful activity and as much as I was sad to have lost my youth; I valued its existence and loved to see it in motion.
The breeze was still very active and my wavy white hair and beard seemed to dance on my head as I made my way to near the shore line. I would walk just a few feet from the surf coming in; close enough to enjoy it but far enough not to wet my shoes.
Every once in a while I would stop and watch one of the surfers make his wave and then cheer him on till he was safely off his board.
Yes the air was invigorating and the sight of those young boys playing seemed to add to the aroma of the morning. Maybe it was the youthful scents that were making the smells so much more enjoyable, or maybe it was just my imagination.
I would look at each of the boys and examine the definition of their bodies and sigh a bit, knowing it was a completely different life style that got them to where they were and old men like me didn’t fit into that life style. Still it was stimulating enough to dream about being young again and imagine myself as one of those young sun tanned boys of the summer.
I often thought about what I missed most about not being young and I would always selfishly think of sex, because it was so electric and gratifying at that age. My abilities in that area had dried up years ago and my career took over as being my gratification source. We all have our time in this life and we should enjoy it all when we can and as we can before nature takes its course and the breeding years disappear.
I was on my way back and my thoughts went from young boys to what I would eat for breakfast. My diabetes pretty much determined what I could and could not eat and although the disease had its bad points; I was eating healthier because of it. If I had eaten healthier early on in my career I wouldn’t be where I was today. It seems silly because being a doctor I should have known better, but we are only human after all.
The restaurant was known for its variety of food choices and sure enough I could find a suitable breakfast to suit my health needs.
Once into my oatmeal and fruit, a group of surfers came in to feed their hungry stomachs and it was nice to see them ordering up pancakes, sausage, bacon and the like; things their young bodies could metabolize with ease.
Again I could not stop noticing their young trim and defined bodies and those perfect tans they had. How does an older man respond to this type of stimulus? I suppose if I were 30 years younger I might get an erection, but as it was I was getting one in my head instead.
Soon after I was done and still enjoying the youthful dreams dancing in my head, a waiter came over and asked if I was Daniel Weaver and I said yes of course. I had checked in and noted that I was a doctor incase I had to respond to an emergency back in Clayton.
The waiter asked if I wouldn’t mind looking at his boss who was suffering from some delusional problems, and of course I said I would.
Entering the office behind the check in desk I found the manager, a man who was in his 60’s bent over holding his head down on his desk. “Sir, please can you see what Mr. Dobbins problem might be, he has been this way all morning.”
The waiter then left and I closed the door, then walked over to Mr. Dobbins and introduced myself. At first he didn’t raise his head, but I told him I might know what he was suffering from.
Mr. Dobbins immediately raised his head and looked into my eyes. His face was all flushed and his eyes red as he began to explain his problem. “Dr. Weaver, I am so embarrassed, but I just don’t feel like myself!” “I got up this morning like I have for such a long time and felt empty and lost!”
“Go on” I said.
“I always get up at the same time and enjoy being alive and doing my job, but today I don’t know anymore – I just feel like someone sucked out the joy and love I had for being me!” “Doctor, please can you help me?”
“I’ve seen this before Mr. Dobbins- in fact I have an epidemic of this same sort of symptom back in Clayton.”
“So what is it Doctor? A virus, new disease?”
I wanted to give him a conclusive answer, but all I could do is sympathize his condition and try to reassure him he was perfectly fine, but suffering from stress or maybe a mild virus of some kind.
I asked what medications he was on and then prescribed something to ease his stress, then went back to my room.
I paced the floor for a while wondering if I really had gotten away from my work at all. I was convinced that something was going terribly wrong and this was just the tip of the iceberg.
I took a nap for a few hours and had some pretty strange dreams. I dreamt that aliens had landed and were taking over the geriatric generation or worse that the government had started to infect the older men in the country to correct the imbalance in social security funds.
I woke up around 11AM and decided to go outside again. This time I walked in a different direction, which took me to a sort of surfer village made up of tents and surf boards, laced with beer bottles and cans and that undeniable scent of young masculinity. I felt like a real outsider as I tried to remain unnoticed in the crowd of young stud bodies, but it didn’t take long and I was spotted and was surprisingly treated with respect.
Before long a young handsome surfer ran up to me. His face was so cute and his eyes sea blue with a body that any one would want.
“Dude, you need to come and help!” he said with a very serious face.
“Me” I said – “what ever could a man my age do to help you guys?”
“Dude, you’re that doctor guy from breakfast and my friend Zarr needs some help!” “Zarr?” I said shaking my head.
“Yeah, short for Zachary- so can you come?”
I followed the boy and he took me to a secluded spot away from the others, to his friend who was acting strangely.
“Look dude, he must have taken some bad blow last night!” The boy said pointing to his friend who lying on his stomach humping the beach sand as if he was engaged in a sexual act.
“Dude he has been at this for hours on end and I can’t seem to stop him or talk to him!”
“Did you ever think about calling 911?” I said, watching the young kid literally pounding sand.
“If he doesn’t stop soon he might just end up with a sore penis!”
“Dude we can’t call 911 cause we got underage drinkers here and some dope.” The boy said hoping for another cure for his friend.
I knew what his dilemma was and kneeled down next to Zarr and tried to get him to stop. I grabbed him with the help of his friend and got him on his back, but one look in his eyes and I knew he was not on the same planet.
“Is this normal for you friend?” I asked.
“No Dude he never acts like this.”
The young boy was totally boned out, like he had over dosed on Viagra. I put my head to his chest and his heart was racing like crazy. Then I could hear something coming from his mouth. He was saying a phrase over and over but not able to move his lips much.
“What’s he saying Doc?”
“Hum sounds like, and I might be wrong but I think he is saying “No way motherfucker you can’t make leave my body.”
“That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.” The young boy said.
“Yep, he is definitely out of it!” I said shaking my head.
“Do you think you guys can carry him back to my room?” I asked. Then a group of the young boys picked up Zarr and followed me back to my room through the arcadia door I had left unlocked.
They laid Zarr on my bed, his penis still like a rock inside his swim trunks. I turned and I grabbed my bag; I had some medicine with me, just like an old doctor would, and administered a sedative that would hopefully bring him down.
After about half an hour, Zarr’s erection softened and his body seemed less tense and he seemed relaxed as his penis went down to its flaccid state.
“Doc, is he going to be ok?” The young boy asked.
“It appears we have solved his immediate problem.” I said.
“Oh good, we need to get back- the waves will be optimum now, could Zarr stay here for a while?”
“Oh sure, he will sleep for a while and I would want to watch him anyway to make sure he comes out of this ok.”
“Cool Dude” the young boy said smiling and he and his friends left via the arcadia door and ran back to the village.
Now I had two strange events to deal with, one a manager who is uncomfortable with himself and a young surfer who seems to have the belief his body is in jeopardy.
I sat in the chair across from my bed and just keep staring at Zarr, taking more time now to really examine is body.
With dark sun bleached hair and deep blue/green eyes and tan chiseled face and body; he was absolutely the cutest boy I had set my eyes on in a long time. Zarr’s chest had perfectly formed pectoral muscles and his shoulders were thick and hard. His waist was lean and his stomach was ribbed and for a young man his age he showed us all he was well endowed. I just looked at him and sighed some more.
After all that excitement I was tired, but the chair in the room was wooden and very uncomfortable for my old body. I really needed to be in bed myself, and since the bed was a king sized one I decided I would share it with Zarr since he would be out for several hours, he would never know the difference anyway.
I locked both the arcadia door and my other door and pulled the curtains closed then dropped my pants and took off my button downed shirt, which left me with my blue boxers and tee shirt.
There was plenty of room on the side of the bed I would be laying on so I pulled back the covers just to expose the pillow and laid down. I always lay with my back to the edge of the bed so I was facing Zarr as I got comfortable.
I couldn’t stop looking at his body and how perfectly formed it was. Laying as close as I was I could now get a whiff of his youthful scents and they became very over powering for me, which helped me get cozy and get sleepy. There would be no more physical response from my old body, so as I lay there my eyes fluttered as I began to drift off seeing his young body with each blink of my eyes.
As I began to drift off, Zarr moved from being on his back to turning to his side facing me, still sound asleep but now we were face to face with only about 8 inches between us.
His breath began to get heavy and his nose began to sniff and I began to feel his warm air hitting my face. The scent of his sweat, and breath made a combination that was driving my mind to go wild and I was unconsciously sniffing with my nose as well.
My body was tingling as his aroma saturated my front side and for the first time in many years there was activity in my boxer briefs and in my half asleep state I thought I was dreaming.
Unknown to me my penis had changed position and was peeking out of my boxers like a turtle coming out of its shell. Then as if to counter my exposure event, Zarr moved his right arm and entered the front of his swim trunks, massaging his penis for a while. Then I thought I could hear him whispering again, this time saying “Will this one do?” Then he pulled down the waistband of his trunks and his penis began to unravel and pre-cum began to ooze ever so slowly out of his cock head.
Now the mixture of scents included sperm and my tired old body had no choice but to start to emit some pre-cum of my own.
As my cock began to ooze its well kept secret sauce, my penis began to emerge from the peek hole it was looking out of and began to stretch in length.
Now remember, Zarr and I were only 8 inches apart penis to penis, but closer stomach to stomach. I had a bit of a tire on me, but not large enough to touch his tight firm abdominals.
As my penis stretched out, so did Zarr’s and before long two flared mushroom heads were Seeing Eye to eye. As if our bodies knew we were going to touch in that area, our pee holes stretched and opened wide till both our cocks touched and we had docked like a space ship on a space station.
My cock had reached its maximum length, but Zarr’s had farther to go, pushing against my cock, forcing it back into the cover of my boxers- but we were still connected firmly.
Once Zarr’s penis had reached its total length of 8 inches, his body began to spasm a bit and his cock began to throb against mine.
Zarr’s ball sacs began to swell to double their original size as they filled with as much semen as they could hold. Our cock heads were connected and locked together air tight and as Zarr’s balls filled to capacity, there was a pressure build up happening and whatever fluid was in my cock at the time was forced down my shaft. The pressure from Zarr’s cock was so intense that my urethra expanded like a balloon and the valve that controlled my bladder became blocked and the pressure was being felt by the tube that carried my sperm and seminal fluid. My old ball sacs, enlarged as they were at my age, seemed to have no limits and began to swell even larger.
In my half sleep state, all this stimulation would have been acceptable at any risk and I would have been satisfied with out an actually climax as a conclusion.
Then I felt some kind of flow in my direction, as Zarr’s body began to release a mixture of rich youthful hormones and testosterone rich enzymes directly into my scrotum. My genitals began to feel active as if I was producing sperm again in my prostrate, and in fact that is what was happening at the moment. The sudden rush of activity could be felt even in my semi sleep state and it was as if I had borrowed Zarr’s testacies. My libido was coming awake and as Zarr’s body began to deplete itself of its youthful juices; that I was becoming the beneficiary of for that moment in time. I was having dreams that this was my renaissance, my ticket back to youth, but I was unaware of what this process was all about.
My body was rejuvenated enough to produce sperm again, but it wasn’t to transform me into a young man again; it was to prepare a worth while load of fresh cum inside me for what was going to happen next.
My old body had produced more cum in a few minutes than what might be produced in a young man in two days time, and I was beginning to feel the youthful urgency and desperate need to release it all. All I could think about was sex and shooting my seed and the obsession of that thought was taking over my very essence. I was going to be my climax, and my essence would be infesting the sperm that was swimming in my body and for Zarr, the very same event would send his essence into me via his young sperm.
So the scene was set- I was going to have my seed exploded into the urethra connection I had with Zarr and he was going to explode into it as well. Our rich cum loads would be laced with the very core of our individual essences, which would mean that in the end, my essence would be reside inside Zarr and his would reside in me.
Unaware of the concept at the moment, I was not prepared as I could sense that both Zarr and I had reached capacity and were going to make the Jump. I could feel my own pressure working against Zarr’s now and the stimulation of our penises was very much the same. We were both feeling identical buildups and the release for both of us would be wild and primitive.
Before I could think another thought, Zarr’s body began to convulse, his back arched and his mouth let out a pleasurable moan that would make any man cream his pants. Then his sperm load shot into me like the long tongue of a frog snapping up a meal; entering my body with great force and purpose. Then without warning I released the huge load I had produced and with the same intensity my load shot into Zarr and the sensation almost made me black out. I had let out a primal yell that I had never heard before, then the two of us passed out and we rolled to our backs. Our cocks slowly receded into a flaccid state and our minds went blank.
I awoke an hour latter to the bed shaking and I quickly turned to see Zarr jacking off. I was confused as to what was going on and I quickly got up and got dressed again and then tried to get the young boys attention.
I felt out of place and strangely alienated with my surroundings. For an instant everything seemed out of place for me and I wondered why I wasn’t in bed jacking off as well.
I had to pee like a race horse and quickly did before I could do another thing. While in the bath room I quickly understood why I wasn’t jerking off as the young boy was- I was old and instantly felt embarrassed. The white hair and beard wasn’t the only clue I had, my penis was very short and unresponsive and I had to aim so as not to pee all over the toilet seat or floor. It all came back to me who I was, but that wasn’t convincing enough, even seeing the body I was in.
I straightened up and said to myself, “I’m a Doctor, Dr. Weaver!” As if to convince a crowd. Then zipped up my pants and returned to Zarr; who was reaching his climax. I stood still watching him on his last strokes and the volcano of cum that shot up like a fountain. I instinctively grabbed for my crotch, but again my cock was small and stubby and unresponsive.
Still standing in my confusion, there was a knock at the arcadia door so I went to let back the curtain and see who was there. A crowd of surfers were standing there, so I unlocked the door.
“How is Zarr?” a familiar face asked. I turned pointing, “See for yourself!” And the group of tan surfers burst out laughing.
“Hey Zarr, this isn’t wacky time!” the kid said throwing a beach towel at him.
“Dude you missed it,” Zarr said to his crew. “Missed what?” “You didn’t harm the doc did you?”
“Fuck no dude; I woke up feeling like a million dollars and for once in my life I was glad to be young and alive.”
“Sorry Doc, I couldn’t hold back wacking the monster but I feel like I was just born into this body for the first time.” Zarr said laughing.
At that Zarr got off the bed and they all headed out. Running down the beach, they all called out “Thanks Doc” and headed off to their friends.
I waved goodbye but somehow I wasn’t feeling right. In fact, I felt like I was going to black out from low blood sugar. I brought an apple from breakfast and quickly chomped into it and plopped on the bed right where Zarr had laid and could still smell his presence. It was after all a very familiar smell.
It was like going through a midlife crisis the remainder of my stay, feeling like I had lost so much and now was Old and tired. Walking past the young men and waving to Zarr was no relief at all.
The trip back to Clayton was slow and tiring and the last thing I wanted was to be who I was. It was like I was in the wrong place all the time, even maybe in the wrong body.
Instead of understanding the phenomenon, I had become one of its victims.
END