A Night in my Twenties (ar)
by zulator
Driving north to Denver in a white out really brought back thoughts of my youth. I had made this trip many times when I was in my twenties, but guess I didn’t remember the extreme cold, and at my age every joint in my body was crying out. I wasn’t far from where my sister lived in the southern suburbs where I would be staying during my visit, so I kept it slow and steady.
This would be one of my last business trips to the mile high city because I was retiring soon and was going to enjoy my new young wife and our plans for children. I had been married before but because of my work schedule we never planned on children. I simply wouldn’t have had the time to spend with them and what kind of father would that have made me. My former wife died a couple of years ago, and although I was pushing 65, I wanted to start a new life and have those children I never had. I was lucky to meet a girl who was half my age to marry me, but I can assure you my intention was not to be robbing the cradle by doing it. I wanted a woman who could have my children is all and the younger the better I thought. Even at 65 years old I really only looked 45 and she was 37 so the match seemed quite good. Our honeymoon was fabulous and I can say that with the help of Viagra, erections were not a problem for me at all. She didn’t care that I had to use it, she was after all in love with me, and that made everything OK. I will admit that getting normal erections was the thing I missed the most about my youth, but as you get older you kind of compensate when you have to.
I had been to many doctors to try to fix my problem and even a few gypsies who told me that wearing the underwear of a young guy might help me. Well there wasn’t an opportunity for that in my busy schedule, and whom would I ask anyway. The idea of wearing another guys underwear was kinky at best and it’s not like I have young men knocking at my door offering them.
I found however that this visit to Denver would be a rather enlightening visit, because the opportunity that I just mentioned would become a reality as I soon found out.
Upon arrival at my sister’s place, I quickly found out that my nephew Jason, the 21 year old basketball star and college student was being hospitalized for some injuries he has sustained from a recent automobile accident. This made my opportunity to wear his underwear, since I was going to be using his room this visit, and one only needs to look under the bed of a college jock to find the very thing I needed.
That night after a good home cooked meal, I said goodnight to my sister and headed upstairs to Jason’s room. Inside I started to undress and got myself down to my boxers and tee shirt and brought out a book I was beginning and got into Jason’s bed and got comfortable.
The aroma of his sheets would have been enough alone to get a straight man hard, and it brought back memories of my college days of being a sloppy young man who rarely changed his sheets. I suppose if the cum stains got to be a problem then the sheets had to be changed. Jason I suppose didn’t follow that ideal, and it felt kind of neat to have my body in his little sex cocoon for the night. I couldn’t concentrate on the book after awhile, I just wanted to sniff his pillow and smell the sweat he deposited there during one of his jack off events.
I wanted to jack off too just thinking of the cute young jock that used this bed.
I was about Jason’s height of 6 feet, so my body aligned well with the way his would as I lay there. I couldn’t believe a straight man like myself could be having thoughts of the young kid, but I was and knowing my ass was in the same spot as his would be normally was cause to have some very unusual homosexual ideas.
As I got more comfortable in the bed, my book slipped off and fell and without moving too much, I tried to reach over the bed to pick it up and set it on the nightstand next to me. As I felt my way around, I could feel something sticking out from underneath and pulled on it and brought it up on the bed. To my amazement, I had found a pair of Jason’s well-worn boxer briefs and since I was acting like a Homo, I took them to my face and I could swear my cock was trying to get hard. Jason’s underwear aromas were more pungent than his sheets could ever be, and the pouch was noticeably stained with a healthy one of his cum loads. The crusty yellow front of the white boxer briefs were making my mind go wild and the thought of my visit to the gypsy was coming back to me.
What if I slid these on? Would the gypsy’s prediction come true?
I wasn’t going to wait for some divine answer, so I pulled covers off me and got out of bed. As I examined the boxer briefs more, I could see that this pair had been worn for a few days. The faint hint of a racing stripe was showing and inside the pouch area where Jason had blown his load, several curly brown pubes were plastered into his dried deposit. If ever a perfect pair of a young guy’s underwear could be found, I had found it!
I wasn’t a fat man, but I wasn’t a jock either but my waist size of 34 could easily accommodate Jason’s youthful size and so I dropped my boxers and kicked them off, then proceeded to slid Jason’s hardy essence filled boxer briefs up my legs.
Never before have I had these feelings of wanting to be like that hot young nephew of mine. I had always admired his body and sports skills, but that was the extent of it. Now however there was something else going on in my mind and wearing his underwear for me was going to change my life forever.
I had the boxer briefs pouch meet my hanging balls and limp cock then pulled them up the rest of the way to caress my aging ass. Then I let go the waistband and they seemed to hug me like a glove. The first thing I did was to squeeze the pouch around my cock and balls and I never thought I would like the feeling, but I did and it was making me horny as hell. I don’t know how long I massaged my equipment but visions of my past youth were taking over my thoughts.
I giggled thinking that I had really shown how foolish a man I had become. What was I doing with my nephew’s underwear on? What was I thinking?
I began to grab the waistband to take them off, but just then my sister knocked at the door and I jumped back into bed under the sheets to cover my body. Even as kids I never let my sister see me in just underwear so I covered up as she entered. She had brought me a sleeping pill and some water and I took it and drank some water and she left wishing me a good nights sleep.
I was tired, and I forgot about the underwear and just shut off the light and it didn’t take long and I was out like a light.
I have to say I don’t really dream that much anymore, but that night my head was flowing with sexual thoughts and they were not all-straight thoughts either. I must have tossed and turned and humped the bed a while, because when I awoke the next morning, I had added to Jason’s deposits when I found out I had had a wet dream.
I was also feeling quite fit all of sudden because most mornings I don’t want to get out of bed, and I attribute that to my biological age regardless of what I might appear to look like. There was also another indication that my night was different, and that was the fact that I was rock hard, and like I remembered from my youth it appeared my morning woody had returned.
I cant tell you the jubilation of having a hard on was for me at that moment, and I popped out of bed to walk over to the long mirror on the wall to see first hand the view from every angle.
As I jumped out of bed and sped over to the mirror, it was like I was stronger and more agile. I found out it was not only my cock that had become erect, my chest and stomach had magically firmed up and I was now sporting hard pectorals and ribbed abdominal muscles as well. Gone was the chest hair and facial hair I went to bed with, after all Jason was smooth and clean shaven. I stood before the mirror and when I got the whole picture of what had happened, I began to climax immediately, shaking as my cum oozed out off the cotton pouch of the boxer briefs.
My face was young again! My body was to die for! I was no longer 65 years old in biological years, but now in my early twenties again and the shrill of my climax made me shout. How could this have happened? I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer, I had become young again and I was the happiest man alive. I was me in my twenties, just a smooth version of who I used to be.
I pulled my cock out of the confines of the boxer briefs and still had the urge to jack off another load, which I proceeded to do for the glory of the moment. God this was so easy to do now that I had this incredibly hot young fit body. I just jacked myself off with the load I had just shot and the cream cum lube was making this effort so easy. In seconds I was pumping out more cream. More cream than I could even remember from that time, but shit this was not like ever before! How many older men get to become young and athletically fit over night? The answer is None! Some how I was given this gift and maybe it was so that my new life and fatherhood would be a success. Whatever the reason for this event, I was now a new man in a freshly new body and my life would be extended for many more years.
I was a mess with all the cum on me so I took Jason’s boxer briefs off me and went into his shower to clean up. It felt good to feel the water flowing over my youthful body and lathering up was an act of self-love.
I popped out and dried myself and winked at the young man who was smiling at me. I was famished and needed to consume protein fast and I knew my sister would have a big breakfast for me. I just pulled on the boxers I had worn last night and proceeded to get dressed. At first I noticed I didn’t have enough holes in my belt to keep my pants on snuggly but as my body got a chance to absorb the essence of my former self, things digressed fast. In a panic sweat my body was going back to it’s original age and body features and it felt like something had just sucked out all the energy and vitality I had. I could feel my cock go limp in my pants and my chest go soft and my waist return to where it was. Now I could find a hole in my belt fine because the rush of being in my twenties was gone. I was me again, the older me- the one who can’t get hard.
I knew then that the underwear was the catalyst to the miraculous event of last night, so I carefully wrapped them up and stuck them in my suitcase for future use, and went down for breakfast.
My sister greeted me at the bottom of the stairs asking how my night was- I said “fabulous, sleeping in Jason’s bed made me feel like a young kid again!” She smiled as if she knew what had happened, but how could she?
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