My New Days of Maturity (body swap)
by zulator
I was caught off guard when Principle Wilson came into the locker office and grabbed my bare shoulder while I wiping down after a quick work out after classes. I turned quickly and looked surprised, not expecting anyone to be behind me or grabbing me in that way. I was half naked with a towel around me as I was planning to shower before I headed home.
“Principle Wilson, can I help you?” I asked with and inquisitive face.
“Mark, I’ve got an assignment for you and I hope you will help me out!” He said checking out my bare chest gleaming in sweat.
“Oh sure sir, what gives?” I said as I stood there adjusting my towel so I didn't show any unusual bulging.
“I think it’s the right time for you to get involved with a pet project of mine and I hope your as open minded as I think you are and this may seem like a wild request, but I am hoping you will be willing to participate.”
Not knowing what was coming next, I was hoping it was a chance to finally coach one of the high school basketball teams by myself so I began to grin and told him to I would love to participate in whatever he had in mind.
“Mark, I know your well liked by your students and you seem to relate to them well – after all your young still and they see that as being a bonus, but on a serious note, I was hesitant in hiring you because of that very quality and was hoping you would be more mature in you approach to teaching!”
“Err, I don’t understand what you’re getting at sir, don’t I perform well and haven’t I contributed to the school?”
“Yes Mark you have but you do lack one quality that I wished you had and that’s hard for a young man to attain without years of experience and maturity under his belt.” “The kids need more than just a young jock to relate to- they need a strong mature figure to instill in them the life goals they need to be thinking about and well you don’t seem to have that ability at this point in your young career!”
“Geese, I am sorry I have failed you sir, but I am open to any suggestions you might have to improve myself!” “Maybe if I work with the head coach more I could learn about what you’re saying and take a different stance with my students.”
“I am afraid it would take more than that Mark, that’s why I am here to talk to you alone- I want you to attend a lecture on male maturity that has proven in the past to be effective with guys your age.” “Don’t get me wrong Mark, you’re a fine young man both physically and mentally, but your young and your hormones come into play more than you think and might not make you as effective as you should be.” I want you to attend this seminar tonight – it’s all paid for and you just need to show up- in fact it starts soon so you might not get a chance to freshen up first, but I cant express enough the importance of it.”
I was hurt a bit at his statements and knew I was a good gym teacher, but what he said made sense- I was young and the kids related to me on a different level than they would an older coach and maybe I was more a physical mentor and not a mental one for them- I paced a bit looking up at principle Wilson on occasion as I thought it out. I knew I would have to attend this thing regardless but I was a bit deflated.
“OK sir, tell me where it’s going to be held and I will head over there.”
“Well you don’t have far to travel Mark, it is in the school auditorium and you don’t have to change into your street clothes – showing up in your gym shorts and tank top will be fine- I wouldn’t have sent you to this thing if I didn’t feel you would leave a changed man, besides you’ll see all the other young faculty there as well.”
“OK, no problem sir, I will head to the auditorium now.”
“Please Mark, have an open mind with this – the man giving this lecture is well respected and has a one hundred percent success rate so far.” “Since I know you have chosen your career wisely, I think this will give you a jump start towards the rest of your life.”
“OK, enough said sir.” I shook his hand and he smiled in a strange way and left and I just went into the men’s room and made sure my hair was neat and prepared to head to the auditorium.
I simply put my jock back on and slid on my gym shorts again and my tank top. I really needed a shower but I had to go so I was hoping the sweat would dry on my way to the auditorium.
When I got there I was standing with a mixture of men, some my age and some older. There were two single file lines that had older men in one line and younger men in the other and all were given seat numbers. I felt a bit out of place in my gym gear since everyone seemed to be dressed in a suit and tie or dressed for a meeting, but I smiled and entered the auditorium and found my place to sit. My sweat had seemed to dry almost completely but my jock strap was still damp under my gym shorts but it felt cool since the air conditioning in the auditorium was blasting.
The stage had been decorated with pictures of older men, professionals that have made great advances in education and the gentleman who was giving the lecture himself was quite old and as soon as all were seated he tapped the microphone and the lecture started.
“I want to welcome you all to this annual event and I promise that you will leave here a different person than the one you were when you arrived!” “The purpose of this lecture is to instill in you all the value of maturity and for you younger attendees I think you will notice a big change in yourselves when you leave!”
“Before we get down to the meat of this meeting, I would like every young man to shake the hand of the man to your right and introduce yourself and then this man will be your partner for the rest of the lecture and I encourage you to become friends as you both will experience a bonding of sorts.”
Everyone got up at that moment and I turned to the man next to me who appeared to be one of the much older men there and we shook hands and exchanged names.
“Mark Gordon here.” I said shaking his wrinkled hand. “Professor Dylan here!” “Mark I am very, very happy that you have agreed to attend this lecture my boy.” I smiled as he clamped down on my hand and placed one hand on my bare shoulder, feeling how muscular it was.
“I guess I will become your friend tonight Mark and I hope you and I will give each other what each of us needs and I must say, I would have no problem accepting what your young athletic body has to offer.” He said giving me the thumbs up as he gazed at the outline of my pectoral muscles through the tight tank top I was wearing.
I didn’t know what that meant but I smiled at him still a bit confused at what this whole lecture would evolve into and how changed I might become when it was over.
We all sat down again and for a time I was feeling quite virile and maybe this man was interested in me because I was so lean and muscular and in my gym gear I was showing off how defined I was. Maybe he had a fetish for young lean and muscular guys and just maybe that is what he was referring to in saying he wanted to share my youth. Maybe he was offering to give me a blow job afterwords? Being a closeted Homosexual, I could only imagine what an older man would want and need from a young man such as myself. I had no problem with older and younger men having sex, I had done it many times; so it wasn't an unusual concept.
I just wasn’t quit sure how all this was going to pan out or how we would become friends the way he had implied especially with the age gap between us, but I promised principle Wilson I would keep an open mind to whatever was asked of me. I had always been turned on by intellectual types, so maybe this would be my basis for my interest in the Professor.
So we sat there and the Professor would occasionally look over at me to see my expression as the lecture took its course and I was content with that, yet after a while of sitting there with my hands folded over my crotch, I began to start nursing an erection as the Professors visual interest in me was getting me sexually aroused. All I could think about was the possibility of this man getting into my pants to satisfy his need for some young fluids. If he had come right out and proposed giving me a blow job I would have said yes right then and there. My fantasy mind was putting all kinds of situations together as the lecture was going into a different phase, but I liked how things were going as my hard on grew more intense.
All of us were asked to repeat phrases and words that were designed to help our minds concentrate on the subject of male maturity and the virtues of old age and how maturity reigns compared to youth. It was as if being young was a bad thing somehow and all the talk and suggestions placed before us were meant to down play the benefits of being young and to promote age as the answer to everything. Youth meant hormones that were detrimental to the ability to teach and it wasn’t till a man dried up so to speak that he could be an effective teacher. The suggestion that a young man’s sexual needs was a major distraction in his ability to teach was kind of far fetched I thought. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but again I was going to be open to whatever came my way. Maybe it was good I had a hard on, so I could make a point of sorts that I was young and that was part of what being young was all about. I wasn’t sure I was really making a point, but as long as the Professor kept looking at me I would give him something to look at. I wanted him to know I was having an erection and wasn't trying to hide it as much as before.
At one point we all had to raise our right hands and make a pledge to the virtues of being older and at first it seemed a bit silly, but after the rigorous repetition of words and phrases, I was becoming a believer and I found that my body wasn’t as interested in engorging my cock anymore and I didn’t need to cover my crotch anymore. In fact I was no longer thinking the way I was when I came in. I couldn’t believe that my mind could just turn off my sexual energies, but it happened and my cock got soft fast and the sensations were gone in an instant.
The sense that I was there to defend my youth and show my new friend my virility seemed senseless and too immature for a gym teacher who was to instill morality and the hard lessons that needed to be taught. I was beginning to see the light as it were, and the more we chanted the wider the smile on my friend’s face next to me got and the more I felt I could share myself with him, but more importantly that he could share his maturity with me as I grew to want him more and more as a friend. It was almost like there was a renewed twinkle in his eye and he seemed to be sitting up straighter and I was beginning to like this man very much. He could see that I was now open to change and this was giving him a sense of confidence that he would in fact come away from this meeting as physically changed as I was going to become. He was feeling secure in the fact that I would be open to changing and that his change would be dependent on me and he could sense that I would give him exactly what he needed in exchange for what I was going to get from him. At the moment I had no idea of the extent of the change to me or him, but in my mind everything was on the table.
There was an intermission after about an hour and we all filed into the cafeteria for refreshments and it seemed like I couldn’t wait to discuss what we had done during the lecture with Professor Dylan and we quickly found a seat across from each other with a drink in our hands. I felt so embedded in the ideas that were posed to us and how much I wanted to become more like the man across from me. I think he knew what I was experiencing and seemed very pleased that I was chosen to be his partner. I could sense in his face and gestures that we were going to have a successful night.
Little did I know that the Professor and my Principle Mr. Wilson were close friends and that I was hand picked to be his partner? Had he always wished to become close friends with a athletic jock? I really didn’t care at this point, the man had seduced me sufficiently and he had me in his control. Professor Dylan was an intellectual marvel to me and I was completely under his control.
Everything else about my life seemed unimportant now and I wanted to gain some maturity and the experience that my new friend possessed. My love for sports and athletics seems unimportant and almost a barrier to the relationship I was developing with the professor. Professor Dylan reached across the table just then and grabbed my folded hands and asked me bluntly, “What are feeling right now Mark?”
Staring into his eyes I was day dreaming a bit -I felt I was under the influence of a truth serum and I just rattled out words I never thought I would say.
“I want to become mature and experienced like you sir, I want to somehow trade what I have with you in anyway possible to achieve that goal!” I said it and his eyes opened wide with excitement as if he had just made a killing in the stock market. Unbeknown to me, I said the right answer and he was getting excited about what was going to happen next.
He then smiled with his excitement and said, “You know Mark, I was never the jock type growing up- I can’t begin to thank you for being my partner”. With new confidence he reached over and began to feel the outline of my upper body; taking his fingers around the lines of definition in my chest and abs. I thought nothing of his touching me that way and encouraged it as I wanted him to know the other side of me; the athletic jock side he seemed so eager to know and desire.
I could feel his hand begin to sweat angst my tank top. Then I began sweating as well and there was a real wave of heat that began from the tip of my toes and ran up my body but it was soothing and comfortable and every muscle in my body seemed to relax and I could swear my balls were swelling in my boxers as this warmth took over my body and there was a sudden increase in sperm production.
Something dramatic was happening to the both of us and our hands came together; becoming the transfer tool to make it happen. My head was spinning as this transfer was taking place. My whole body was in a state of flux as I was releasing into him the very prize he was after. I felt weakened a bit in my knees and there was no longer the sensation I needed to hold anything back from him. I felt hot and cold both at once and a bit bloated as the waistband of my shorts seemed to be stretching and my tank top seemed to cling tightly to my skin. The looseness in my gym shorts seemed was slowly changing and my anal muscles didn't seem to be twitching as they were.
With all these sensations going on all at once, the professor looked into my eyes deeply as if he could assess my soul. Then he told me how he had gained much so far from knowing me and believed that I had taken well to this learning method. I just smiled as my body shivered and shook a bit.
“I have to say that what I have gained from this bond we have made has renewed me in ways you would not understand.” He said as I noticed his shoulders had become larger and his upper body had made some changes.
At that moment he released his hands from me and stretched back in his seat, flexing his arms and chest as if to prepare for a marathon or some other strenuous exercise. “Yes Mark I am a renewed man for sure!” He then grabbed my hands this time grabbing them tighter than before and that warm flow started again. Things were rapidly changing to my physique as the transfer continued at a faster rate and I began to sense spasms in my legs, arms, chest and shoulders.
I was unaware of what was happening to me at first, but I did notice that the Professor didn’t seem as old as he was when we first met. I was unable to understand the consequences of this sharing and what the final results were going to be, because I was too much under the influence to notice much in the way of detail and as long as Professor Dylan had his hand in mine the obvious transfer that was taking place would continue. The Professor was getting younger and younger and I was getting older and older.
If I was in my right mind I would have noticed immediately that I was changing both physically and mentally, but alas I was chosen for this lecture because of my youthful vulnerability like the rest of the young teachers that had shown up. For Professor Dylan, it was a chance to gain some much needed youth back into his body and he was draining the youth he needed from me and replacing it with a much more mature physique better suited to the goals we had just learned about. He was being reshaped with my DNA while I was taking on his.
Right in front of my face, I watched an older man blossom into a young athletic guy and witnessed the rejuvenation that he had wished for all his life. I just knew he was enjoying the sensations of his penis engorging as he talked to me and the realization of what he was becoming was very apparent to both me and him. I could sense his pride having a tight hard upper body and tight firm ass and the confidence that would add to his future successes. He was not just becoming any young athletic guy as I sat across from him, but taking on a reincarnation of the youth and athletic physique of who Mark Gordon used to be.
As his body reshaped he was taking every advantage of the Dutch/Jewish genetics I once had, while my body was taking on his English genetics that lacked in muscle production or the masculine traits every man hopes for. Even my genitals seemed insignificant and not something I would be proud to display in a locker room setting.
When I walked into the auditorium I was a young 28 year old gym teacher with over active hormones and a bit of a youthful arrogance that is common with good looking guys my age. I was after all young and good looking and virile in comparison to the older men around me and an excellent example of what being young and athletic was all about. I even gave off the scent of what a masculine man smelled like and was a fine tuned physical machine.
What I had evolved into was a 60 year old man seriously changed physically and mentally. At 60 years old with a redirected mind, there would be no more need for wild and out of control hormones to feed my sexual drive and fantasies, nor would there be a need for an over abundance of testosterone to prolong a muscular body. No more arrogance to hinder my success and no more chance that I might embarrass myself with a tenting penis my gym shorts. No more need to wear tight fashion underwear or loose fitting clothes to cover my youthful excitement. I had become after all a gym teacher in the final phase of his career, who could now very easily instill in his students the values that the school district was now mandating. I would no longer be a youthful distraction to the kids going through their puberty years and if by chance the kids did get a glimpse of my chest; the sight of it would discourage any thought of an erection.
I was looking across at the smooth wrinkle free face of a man who had given his life to education and now at 28 years old would be able to continue on in a fresh healthy and physically fit body to achieve his next level of educational goals.
I began to feel a chill go through my spine as my body settled into the physique that would be the new body of Mark Gordon. Along with the aging that made me now a 60 year old man, came the knowledge and moral values that were important for me to instill in my students and as narrow focused as that was; it was who I had willingly become.
When the lecture was over and I said my goodbyes to the young Professor Dylan who was readjusting his belt to his new waist size, I was also witnessing the results of the transformation of other young teachers who had given up their youth to their partners in exchange for the virtues of maturity.
I saw my friend Gary across the room as he glanced my way and like me he had given away his youth to another educational professional. And then there was Principle Wilson who was no longer looking like he was headed towards retirement, as he smiled in his rejuvenated body, making him now 25 years old and owner of the once fit body of Carl Stanton our youngest math teacher.
It wasn’t till that evening when I arrived at home and I undressed and took a good long shower that was long over due that I came to the realization of what had happened to my body. I hadn't showered from my morning gym classes and I smelt funny with a combination of Young Mark sweat and the older Mark sweat I was now putting out. It was strange taking a jock strap off of my old body as the pouch seemed like it really had not much to cover and protect; yet there was still some pre-cum stains from earlier in the day still in them.
If the reflection in the bathroom mirror wasn't disturbing enough, once I had been in the shower a while, something didn’t seem quite right as I began to remember some of my normal shower routines that were so much a part of my former youthful existence.
Taking a shower meant jacking off to relieve the sexual tensions I had accumulated during the day and while lathering up my body- that memory flashed back to me and I reached down and made a point of lathering that area intensely. But as hard as I tried, my heart and mind just wasn’t into it and I had to become accepting of having genitals that would not responding on demand anymore. The feel was all wrong too as my normal 7 in cock and tight balls had changed and the thickness and length of my cock was so different. My ball sacs hung lower somehow and felt like one huge single sac. No longer was there two distinct ball sacs that hung like two chestnuts in flesh sacs from behind my cock. My cock itself was much thicker and apparently stubbier and as much as I lathered it up and stimulated it, it would not get hard and I could not hold a sexual thought long enough to maintain my interest anyway. I couldn’t even bring to mind the various homosexual thoughts that drove my libido every day of my former life. Whatever happen to me had changed me radically and the body I now possessed was meant for intellectual goals and never designed for physical ones.
I soon gave up on jacking off and began to discover the new man I had become. The feel of my body was very different and the tight hard feel of my chest and stomach seemed to have been replaced with soft skin that I could now push into easily. There were no more 6 pack abdominal muscles just a soft gathering of bloat that most would call a belly. Gone too were the tight firm pectorals that were my pride and part of my male aurora. In the're place was sagging skin that made my nipples droop downward. My shoulders were no longer box shaped and muscular; but soft and rounded as my frame had become smaller and narrower. The discovery was a bit shocking at first, considering the tight V shaped muscular body I had just this morning. When I dried off and looked into the mirror to see my face, I thought I was looking at someone else as I examined the wear and tear that my face now exhibited and the wrinkles that were now embedded in my once smooth young tan face. My eyes drooped a bit and there were bags under them now and my lips were not as plump as before and showed age lines, while my goatee was a mixture of salt and pepper hairs. The rest of my head was mostly gray and had thinned where dark wavy head once grew.
So much gray was now a part of my personality, but it looked respectable and if I was going to age I would have wanted it to happen this way. The fact was I was not 28 years old nor was I the owner of a tight and muscular physique anymore. I looked like I was just as Professor Dylan had appeared when I first met him with just a hint of Mark Gordon in my aged features.
Genetically I was Professor Dylan, with a body that lacked sufficient levels of Testosterone for normal muscle formation or the hormones that maintained smooth youthful skin.
As I looked in the mirror it was impossible to imagine my former jock years, but I felt content with a body that would be more prone to creating fat than anything else. As it turned out, I wasn’t an overly fat man, but I wasn’t a lean man either. My body was OK I suppose for a man my age, just nothing like what it once was before I entered the Lecture. In fact, the one thing I prized the most, My Chest, would be the last thing I would want to flaunt ever again, so the days of going shirtless I suppose were gone forever but it really didn't seem to matter.
I also noticed my waist was no longer 30 inches. Age had spread me a bit and I was lucky to have a stretched pair of boxers around to accommodate my new 36 inch waist. I would have to say that my physique was now more pear shaped than V shaped.
I was still handsome I suppose but my focus was not what it was before and I had to accept that my hormones had changed and testosterone levels had flattened out and my most gratifying sexual years had passed by me during that time with Professor Dylan. They weren’t lost really, just transferred to Professor Dylan along with my near perfect genetic code and handsomely toned body. I was in my physical and sexual prime just this morning, but now I was more like a jock want-to-be; with the educational background to be a Gym teacher but lacked the physical body and youth to go with it.
I suppose in my maturity I had lost my sexual desires because I no longer had any interest in a sexual life or the seemly uncontrollable desires that plague a younger body. Now I was neither gay, bi or heterosexual – I was beyond classification as there was no room, nor a desire for even a sexual experience. Professor Dylan’s model for educational success and the mental disciplines I inherited from him through this remarkable transfer came with out any focus on self gratification. His success thus far came by turning off his inner needs so that he could expand his education and achieve his doctorate and national acclaim.
Now it was his turn to re-claim some of his lost personal gratification as he gets a second chance at being a young student. With his former knowledge intact and a plan to achieve more academic degrees, Professor Dylan will also begin to enjoy what a jock’s life on campus is all about. Now refitted in a young lean and toned body, the Professor will enjoy the fruits of two worlds. Education being the first and a rich college social life in his new healthy and handsome body. With the capture of my DNA and physical body, he would now begin to understand life from an athletic view point. He would now enjoy his two worlds full throttle and begin to experience life in ways he had never been able to do before.
I kept thinking of what I had lost and what Professor Dylan had gained as I searched for something to wear. I had never had a problem with clothes before until now and dressing like I did before would be impossible, as my waist had surpassed even my loosest fitting jeans and pants. Then I remembered that my landlord Tony wore a size 40 waist and I quietly found a suitable pair of pants to wear to school and my first day back as the new Mark Gordon.
I had almost forgotten about my landlord Tony and how I would explain the radical change I had made in age and physical shape. Tony was 70 years old and was used to having a young 28 year old jock help him around the house. Now I was only ten years younger than he was and not in the greatest physical shape and things would be much different from now on. I would have to devise a strategy for explaining to Tony what the new Mark Gordon was all about and how things between us would be different in some ways. I was planning on slipping out of the house unnoticed and deal with it later in the afternoon.
As I arraigned my clothes the best I could and grabbed my keys and wallet, the phone rang and on the other end of the line was Professor Dylan.
“Hello Mark!” He said in a very energetic tone.
“Oh Professor, how are you doing?”
“I am doing splendid my friend and because of you I am fit and young enough to come out of retirement and go back to college and go for a new degree!” “I have even decided to take up a sport this time around and keep this delightful body you gave me tight and healthy.”
“Because of you Mark, I am a man in his late 20’s and have the best part of my life to relive again, the part of my life that seemed to be non existent the first time around.”
“So how does it feel to be in a mature body and have a new vision of teaching and relating to your students without the distractions you once had to deal with?”
“Professor, I am more than delighted at the results and I have no regret at loosing those years to you- the sharing worked miracles for me in my vision of who I am and what my job really is all about. I really needed someone like you to re-train my mind to become clear and focused.” “I will return to school a changed man, with a new purpose!”
“Mark, that is so good to hear- you have given me a new lease on life and a real chance to make great headway in educational reform!”
“Well sir you deserve the chance and I am proud to be the one who shared my youth and body with you.” “By the way, if you’re looking for clothes that would fit your new young body, I have some that would fit you to the tee!”
“Well thanks Mark, I will take you up on that and I too have a selection of clothes just made for that new body of yours as well!”
After we hung up, I went through my clothes and packed away the stuff I would be giving the Professor. It was like putting away one generation and beginning a new one.
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