Just My Luck (ar bodyswap)
by zulator
It was one of those typical summer mornings where the over night temperature was in the 90's and my window air conditioner had frozen up again and I was drenched as I slid to the edge of the bed. What the fuck! I worked all my life and now nearing 70 years old and what do I have to show for it?
I live in a small studio apartment behind an Italian restaurant that my friend lets me use as payment for helping out with the dinner rush. Other than those few hours in the evening, I do absolutely nothing with my life and my body shows it.
So after an evening of doing dishes and cleaning, I come home to a hot apartment and hope the air conditioner is working and rush for the shower.
Taking off my smelly clothes and no doubt potent underwear happens in a flash and I step into the shower quickly and grab the soap. Getting the smell of food and drain stench off me feels so good as I lather every inch of my body.
I love to lather my over sized balls and cock just to remind me that I am still a man even if my cock doesn't respond as it did so many years ago. It's the thought that matters and just trying to jack brings back those memories of what it was like to be a careless young man and blow a load whenever I wanted. If I knew then what I know now, I would have jacked off more often; knowing what the future held for me.
I rinsed off and as I took a clean towel to dry off, I could sense the coolness of the air conditioner trading places with the steamy air in the bathroom. I quickly entered my bedroom and watched the steam come off my body instantly. I would quickly stand right in front of the air conditioner and just let my body cool down and feel the dampness evaporate off me and give me the sensation of a tight firm chest like I had in my youth – the chill would also make my balls shrink up a bit and my cock head for safe havens inside my groin. I would laugh because there was nothing to be protective of, I couldn't ejaculate so who cares if the sperm imprisoned inside my ball sacks went bad or were dead. I wasn't about to be breeding anything anyway, but as long as I could still pee I was happy.
I had a TV if you could call it that, but once everything went digital there was nothing left to watch and I certainly couldn't afford cable or satellite, so I gave that up as my entertainment source.
This routine went on day after day and my 71st birthday was almost upon me and another year to ponder my life and count the days till I would be passing on. I wasn't out of the woods medically as my soft fat body had developed Diabetes and my blood pressure was often very high. I try to see a doctor now and then when I have money so I can keep up with my medication needs. Most times it just seems like a big waste of time taking 7 pills in the morning and 7 or 8 at night. I feel like I am being kept alive by the pharmaceutical industry and will keep their profits up while I whither away or have a stroke or heart attack.
It is what it is as they say and as jealous of the young guys who live in this neighborhood, I know they will eventually reach my age and that keeps me sane. Its just those parties and all the noise and the sound of sirens occasionally that I wake up to.
At one of the homes in the neighborhood a group of young guys were partying hard and had a bon fire going and were dancing around from what I could hear. It's the loneliness that gets me most of the time and the sound of guys having fun made me want to just join them. My youth was good so I can't complain and I too partied and burnt the candle from both ends, but some nights my brain thinks I am in my twenties again and I am drawn to the sounds and want to be a part of it so badly.
On one occasion I pulled on some work clothes and took a walk down the street to get a glimpse of the activity feeling quite stupid snooping around. What if I get caught or the young guys see me? How would I explain it?
I was more interested in the eye candy and once I found a place to view the young guys it was all worth it. As I suspected all along they had a fire going and were all dancing around it singing songs and making weird pledges to their youth and manhood. The guys were all shirtless and seemed like they had found a method of bonding that most men would love to experience with another man. I suppose they could have been gay or bi as if I cared, but the view was most satisfying for a man my age.
Once I had gotten my fill, I turned quietly to return home but unbeknownst to me there was a young guy standing behind me all this time no doubt enjoying seeing me watching the activities.
“So what you doing Old man?” “See enough to get yourself off?
My face turned beet red as the kid who was only wearing underwear began to keep questioning me and call me a fag at the same time. In fact he began each sentence with Fag and I was becoming very uncomfortable. I tried to get a word in edge wise to explain that I lived just down the street and the noise had woken me up and I was curious as to what was going on. That should have been enough to quench his young mind, but it didn't.
“I think we need to bring you around to the group and get their opinion of your activities.” the young kid said. Now that he had my full attention, I couldn't help but notice the hot multicolored briefs he was wearing and his perfectly molded physique. Oh how I remember those guys in my past and the nice bodies they had. I wasn't as fortunate but I still had many friends and always being a bit chubby never seemed to curtail friendships.
Anyway in the time the young kid was questioning me, another two young studs arrived and the three of them dragged me into the back yard where a large group of curious faces were waiting for me. As soon as we got to the group, all the young guys encircled me and began to take turns poking me and again the humiliation followed. I was wearing a pair of work pants and a tee shirt which did not make for a pleasant visual compared to the tight hard bodies surrounding me. My gut overhung my belt and I looked so out of place I was totally embarrassed and all I wanted was to disappear instantly.
The hazing didn't stop and the crowd demanded that I undress myself and with that demand I began to feel weak and knew I couldn't handle the embarrassment of showing off my fat body which had developed man tits. I tried to delay the inevitable but they all grabbed and pulled and before I knew it I was standing there in just my white briefs trying to hide my body.
The laughter was unnerving and I began to produce tears.
Then when I thought they were going to remove my underwear, one of the group, probably the most handsome and well built; came over to me and gave me a hug. I was crying on his shoulder then begging for him to let me get dressed and go home. I kept repeating how sorry I was to invade their space and the young man patted me on the back, whispering in my ear that all will be OK. Once I had recovered a bit I was able to actually enjoy his embrace; feeling his hard molded chest and abs pressing into me while his tented crotch seemed to fill in the void in my own crotch.
Then the most incredible question came out his mouth that my heart almost stopped beating.
“I have been authorized to invite you to join our group.” he said with some authority and the whole group was in agreement giving me the thumbs up as their way of showing approval.
At first I was delighted and elated but then I thought how can I possibly join this group of 20 something studs being as old and out of shape as I was.
The young stud who was hugging me must have read my thoughts and I could see in his expression and the expression of the others that something very magical was about to happen.
He reached down into my white briefs and grabbed my pathetic genitals and as he welcomed me to their group I could feel my cock come alive and my balls tingle with activity. All the young men then lined up and one by one came up to me and slid their hand into my briefs and repeated “Welcome to the Group” each successive touch of my genitals brought on a change to my body that was both rejuvenating and giving my body a whole new shape.
I could feel each surge as my genitals got massaged and feel my body changing. When I arrived I was nearing my 71st birthday, weighed 220 pounds with a huge belly and man boobs and a face that looked like I earned every one of those years. I could not believe how this could happen but didn't care as the line of hot handsome young studs did their magic on me.
Feeling my chest firm up and my stomach melt away was so erotic and the sensation of muscle replacing fat was causing an erection like no other I could remember. My body was feeling incredible and I felt like I had the energy and endurance only found in a firm toned body. I know I had cum several times during the line of men did their thing to me and once all had touched my cock and balls, my mind was renewed and filled with the thoughts and desires that a young stud would have.
I felt my body then and felt the definition in my chest and the feel of my abs was incredible. My face was now chiseled and my skin young and tight and I could not get over my muscular arms and shoulders. I wanted to shout but the words could not come out of me I was so elated and sexually stimulated.
My erection was keeping my white briefs from falling off me but I quickly tore them from my body as I didn't want the smell of Old Man on my young body. I was handed a very stylish pair of underwear and then the group of young men led me to full length mirror so I could see fully my incredible new body.
Soon my mind engaged with the others and I was dancing around now a part of a very exclusive group of young men. The night seemed to go on forever and at some point we all sort of wandered into the house and found a place to sleep.
It was a dream to awake the next day cuddled between two other young studs – now I would find out who I had become and what my life was going to be like, but that is another topic for another story.
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