Mirror, Mirror on the Wall (body swap)
by zulator
Living with my renter Mark was always a rush for me. At 68 years old, I had really slowed down, but with Mark in the house, life seems to have stepped up a few notches.
In the morning I would hear him in his room working on the Bow Flex machine and he would be grunting and shouting at times as he pushed his body to the limit. Then there was always the brief silence as he stood up and peered into the long dress mirror he brought with him. I have caught him through the crack of the door looking at himself to admired every inch of his toned body.
I would also hear him talking to himself, or the mirror, saying "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Who's the hottest jock of All". Then I would hear him mimic a reply saying, "It's you young Mark, you're the one, no one surpasses your athletic might and no one meets your physical Delight". I often times would imagine me in his body, feeling the tightness of his toned physique and the pure youthful hormones that must keep his cock and balls at attention.
For a man my age, looking at Mark was always a pleasure and an even better reason for me to pop a Viagra pill just before he left in the morning. It was when he left for school dressed like an Abercromie kid with his tan cargo shorts and pastel colored Polo shirt and baseball cap, that I would scurry to my bed room and drop my pants so that I could jump into bed and start stroking my cock. Mark was always fresh in my mind and the best material there was to achieve a climax. For with the help of that magic pill, I was able to duplicate as best I could, a climax of my past. With a grunt and a shake, I would release as small and sudden gush of milky white cream, that would leak out and drip down my stiff cock. Gone were the days of the super pump, now it just leaked out and flung around as I worked my cock hard. It was usually over pretty fast because at my age the lingering sensations were more mere memories than anything else.
So it went like that every morning and it was the thought of Mark that kept me going all day. When he would return from school or basketball club, I would run to the window to watch him walk up to the house, I was simply infatuated with the young man and he was the focus of my all my fantasies and sexual desires.
One day, I must of over slept, and when I got up Mark had already left for work and I felt cheated that I didn't hear him working out or listening to him in front of his mirror. What good would the Viagra do now I had thought since I had no fresh material to work with.
I managed to take the pill anyway and hope that I could get a clear picture of the young jock so I could jack off like every morning. My cock was rock hard, but the mind could no focus and I was getting frustrated, sweaty and loosing interest fast.
I got out of bed with my cock and balls still hanging over my waistband and walked over to Mark's room. Surprisingly, Mark had forgotten to lock the door and I slowly opened it and entered it. My first whiff was of Marks Polo East cologne and it began to fill my head with nice thoughts. As I walked around to the Bow Flex machine, I picked up the towel he had laid on the bench to soak up his sweat and not make his body stick to the plastic. I brought the towel to my face and I could smell the scents of a true jock. The smell sent me into a very rapid desire to try and jack off again. I now had the material to make this work now. The towel contained enough of Mark to satisfy my desire, so I laid on Marks unmade bed and got into the center of it as I would imagine he does, and lay my head on his pillow. With the towel and the scents coming off the pillow, my cock and balls were throbbing and my face was flushed. I covered my head with the towel and grabbed my cock and started to bring myself to what was going to be the best ejaculation I had had in years.
My body was tingling as I lay there where my young jock renter lay and the whole experience was making my heart beat double time. I was so scared, afraid and feeling like I had invaded Mark's privacy. Somehow I didn't care about Mark, and only about myself and my build up got more stimulating as I jacked and jacked my rock hard cock. Normally jacking off was a chore having to reach over my bulging stomach to reach my cock, but this time was different. My stomach seemed to make way for my arm and I was feeling the pre cum ooze out of me and act as lube and make the sensations even greater.
I didn't realize how I had sweat and drenched Mark's sheets and pillow, but that even added to the excitement of knowing my juices were bringing out his so that I could absorb his young essence right there.
My head was spinning as my climax was creeping up on me. I wanted this to last and last and not just stop and leave me frustrated. It was all aglow as the cum in my sacs was about to make it's explosive presence. I screamed, like I would suppose Mark would do as his body pumped out it's rich seed. Once I reached the point of no return, my wish was fulfilled and I watched and felt as my load shot up out of my cock head and the sensation seemed like it would never end. I in total ecstasy as the sensation of ejaculation magically returned to my body.
I spread my legs and just laid my arms out on the bed as I savored the slow throbbing demise of my old cock. With each beat of my heart, the monster that had released such pleasure lowered itself and became more and more softened. It was sad to see the erection go, but the memory of what I had just done would stay with me for a while.
Once I had savored it all, I turned and got up out of bed. My briefs were all stuck to my body with sweat, and in my excitement I had created a racing stripe in the back. Still I felt like a million dollars and I walked over to Mark's mirror and stood before it imagining I was him in all his youthful glory.
I closed my eyes and recited what Mark did in the morning, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the hottest jock of all".
I grinned as I wanted to mimic what Mark always said in reply, but to my amassment, I heard the reply!
"It's you young Mark, you're the one, surpasses your athletic might and no one meets your physical delight."
What I didn't know was that Mark had returned home and had watched the entire event, and realized exactly how I felt about him.
As Mark completed the reply he felt faint to the ground and at the same time I opened my eyes to reveal the shock and excitement that I was now Mark standing in front of his mirror. Young buff hard athletic and sporting a hard on in my underwear, I was the young jock I had become so insanely infatuated with. With out speaking I was turning and flexing the body I had wanted since Mark had moved in and I grabbed my new pouch that was filled with its youthful prize and got off in an instant, drenching the material instantly. As I was shouting and grunting with pleasure, a very tired and older man was coming to his feet before me, apologizing for watching me as he was.
But wait I thought, but no - I am Mark- I have always been Mark - I got red in the face as my landlord pleaded to forgive him.
I looked at him with his stiff cock tenting his cargo shorts and his gut hanging over his waistband. His polo shirt was stretched to the limit and it was funny seeing him try to imitate me.
END