Papicum (body swap)
by zulator
It was a busy time at school, and testing was coming up. The students weren't especially happy about the new tests, but I was the messenger not the creator of them. The last thing my math students wanted was a new kind of test, and they would have traded a semester in my gym class not to have to take it. But such was life in high school.
As testing week approached, I was getting calls from home about my Granddad, who was hospitalized and was near death. My folks kept reminding me that once the doctor gave the word it would be time for me to head home before he died. This was not going to be easy leaving school at this time, but my Granddad practically raised me after my real dad left our family, and I had special feelings for him. In fact, I affectionately referred to him as my Papi.
So the testing week arrived, and on the second day of the testing, I received an emergency call at school, and I knew exactly what it was about. The doctors only gave him a day or so more to live, and I, of course, made the proper arrangements, and I was off on the next plane home.
During the flight, I kept reminiscing the days when my Papi took me to my first baseball game and later on he was instrumental in my love for basketball and would come to all my practices. For all intents and purposes, he was my real dad. Even when my mom remarried, he was the man who mentored me and gave me the real life lessons to survive. I remembered that on each one of my birthdays he would measure me against the wall to show how much I had grown, and he would always lovingly feel my chest to show me how much of a man I was. This routine kept up even through high school, and during those times he would also whisper in my ear at how much bigger my manhood was showing.
To the outsider this would appear rather sexual and might be construed as child abuse, but I knew what he meant, and it was all cool with me. I kind of loved that kind of attention and looked for it. After all, my Papi was the man I looked up to and wanted to be like. I would be lying if I didn't say I noticed his manhood during our times together, and I supposed that my Papi was my first love, and I wanted to be him so badly. I guessed that was my first understanding of how I became gay. I don't blame him one bit, he never touched me in a bad way, rather he seduced me with his mind and his extraordinary gifts and knowledge. It wasn't uncommon for me to jack off thinking about him and me, and although we had never touched sexually, I would have if he had asked.
He would always tell me that someday he would not be around and I should prepare for that. My response was always, "Then you can have my body Papi," and he would always laugh and sigh then press his hand into my crotch.
I think he would have taken me up on that offer, which was still a valid offer today. In all my fantasies of me and my Papi, I had imagined swapping bodies with him. The idea of being in his body always seemed very sexual, and I wanted to have his gray hair and wrinkles because in my mind it signified growth, maturity and superior knowledge. Losing my youth never seemed important to me, and for most of my formative years I was preparing my body in every physical way so that it would be perfect for him to assume had the opportunity arose.
It had been a whole year since I saw my Granddad, and my parents told me he had aged a lot since, and his memory was getting bad as well. I always knew he would probably die at a really old age, and at 89, I thought he lived a wonderful life up to now. The thought of losing him always brought a tear to my eye, and I knew when it was his time to go, it would be a hard blow especially for me.
When I arrived home, my parents brought me to the hospital right from the airport, and as we got closer to his room, I was feeling a bit weak and didn't know what I would say to him. Once in the room, I could see there were many machines attached to him, and his eyes were closed.
"Mom?" I turned and asked, "he looks so bad, what should I do?"
My mom grabbed me tight. "Listen Mark, you are the light of his life, just be natural. Tell him you're here and you're glad to see him."
I then went into the room alone and walked over to his right side where the monitoring equipment wasn't located and put my hand on his. Then I spoke, "Papi, I am here."
Immediately his eyes opened as if my voice was a key to awakening him. "Mark, is that you son?"
"Yes Papi it's me." His hand quickly lifted and grabbed mine and I felt so much better. "Papi, I am here now. You're looking great. I am so glad to see you!"
Right then his head turned towards me, and he said, "What did I say to you about lying Mark? I look terrible, and I am going to die before my 90th birthday. All I could do is stare at him. "Cat got your tongue boy? Let me see how you have grown!" Then his hand reached over to my chest, and he rubbed all around my firm hard pectorals and ribbed six-pack. "Yes sir, you're getting to be quite the man."
"Thanks Papi. We missed your birthday this year. I am sorry that I wasn't here for you."
"Nonsense boy. You have you life to live, and I have given you all the tools for living it!"
"Yes you have Papi," I said with a tear starting to form in my right eye.
"And how's that manhood doing my boy? Are you siwing your seeds?"
I began to blush as his hand went down into my loose fitting jeans, and he gave my package a nice squeeze.
"What is the matter with you Mark? Smile!"
"Oh Papi, there is so much you need to know about me that I haven't told you."
"Nonsense boy. You haven't killed anyone, have you?"
"Er, no Papi."
"You in trouble somehow? Did you lose your job?"
I shook my head no.
"Well, what it is, Mark, can't be too bad then, and whatever it is, it doesn't matter to me." He kept his hand in my boxers for the longest time, and I was getting hard. It felt so good to have his hand on my cock, and I didn't care at that moment cause we were alone. I shrugged my shoulders and straightened up so his hand would leave my pants. I wasn't sure that this wasn't the time to break the news of my homosexuality, especially now that he could die at anytime. I smiled instead, and we talked a bit about my schoolwork and the kids I taught. He wanted to know all about my life and my friends and hobbies. It was as if he was filling out an application in his mind with all my personal data.
While we were talking, a nurse came in and told me that they needed to change his sheets, and I would have to wait outside the curtain, which I did. As she was changing the sheets, the nurse commented, "Mr. Gordon, what is this in your boxers?"
I couldn't help hearing them comment. "Mr. Gordon, at your age, you trying to get me excited?"
I couldn't figure out what she was talking about, except what else could she mean but that he had pre-cum in his boxers. Hmm, I thought, did he do that because of me? Did holding my cock get him excited at his age?
The nurse left for a minute, leaving the soiled sheets and his boxers on the chair outside the curtained area. I was so curious, I took the boxers and examined the area and sure enough there was quite a soaking of cum on it. I heard the nurse coming back and got nervous and quickly folded the boxers up as small as possible and stuffed them in my back pocket. When she returned, she put new boxers on him and new sheets and the curtains opened again.
"There we go," she said, and I returned to his side. I felt I had stolen something I shouldn't have, the nurse didn't notice, but I felt awkward. Besides being gay, I had one hell of an underwear fetish as well and having my Papi's cum seemed like having his essence.
"Er Papi, I couldn't help but overhear the nurse. What did you do, pee your pants?" I laughed, and he did too.
"Actually, Mark I have to confess, touching you got me all excited, even now so close to dying, but I must also confess, that you have always gotten me excited young man. I almost feel ashamed to say it, but hell who cares now, I hope you don't think less of me."
I immediately grabbed him tight, leaning over the bed. "Hell no Papi, I have to confess myself. I have always loved your touch and wondered about your manhood growing up. You always got me excited as well."
At that moment a tear came down his face. "My boy, I never knew you felt that way. I feel so ashamed I have ruined your perception of me."
"No Papi. In fact, I always have felt a strong manly bond to you, more than normal, and I always meant what I said about the fact that you could always have my body!" At that I started to cry, and he did as well, and the both of us seemed inseparable.
I know it was weird, but I was rock hard then and leaking I was sure. I wanted my Papi to live on in me. It wasn't fair for him to leave me this way. As we hugged, he took my hand and forced in down under the sheets and into his boxers. For the first time, I was touching his cock and feeling his ball sacs and bush. I knew I was leaking at that point as I felt this 89-year-old man get rock hard in my hands.
Then he whispered to me, "Mark, please jack me off."
I couldn't believe he was saying that to me, but in my mind I wanted to do it. So I pulled back the sheets and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and began to jack him off. As I ran my left hand up and down his shaft he was moaning and grasping my right hand hard. His balls were rock hard, and I was going to blow any minute in my jeans. I kept the pace up and his pre-cum was dripping down my hand and there was plenty of it to act as lube. Soon Papi was arching his back, and I knew he was close, in fact so close, I let go his grasp he had on my right hand and grabbed the his boxers out of my back pocket to catch the load he was going to shoot. I got the boxers over his cock head and that did it. My Papi blew his load into the cotton of the boxers, and he was shaking violently. Then he fell back and his head turned away from me, and I knew something was wrong.
Suddenly there was a loud sound from the monitor, and the nurse ran in and I stepped away quickly, covering his now limp cock and stuffing the boxers back into my pocket. I was shaking then as I realized it was done he was gone, and I was the last to speak to him. My mom rushed in, and we cried together. All we could hear was "sorry he has passed!"
All that night we kept ourselves from really breaking down by talking about the earlier times and the best times we had with him. We went out to dinner, but I could hardly eat. I had drenched my boxers just like Papi did, and thank God it didn't leak through to my jeans! Then we decided to go home where to get some sleep and hopefully be more with it in the morning. I brought my suitcase into the guest room and pulled back the sheets. I took off my shirt, pants, shoes and socks and sat on the edge of the bed for a while thinking as I looked down at the wet stains in my boxers. I took my boxers off then and then took my Granddads boxers from my pants pocket. I lifted his boxers and unfolded them, showing the still damp sticky stains he had left just for me hours ago. I had the essence of my Papi, and I wanted to sleep with them on as a memorial to him and his life.
First, I pulled the boxers to my face and started crying again and wondering why he had to leave me. Then I stopped crying for a bit and got a real sniff of the boxers, and it smelled so hot to me that I took my Papi's stained boxers and slid them up and over my cock and balls. I grabbed my manhood and gave it good squeeze so my Papi's cum would cover my shaft. I could feel my cock move as I lay there staring at the ceiling, and I was getting an erection thinking about my Papi. I watched as my cock rose to make a tent.
Soon my cock was straight up and throbbing, and I could feel the surge of pre-cum rising out of it, and within seconds my cock head had spurted out a gush of pre-cum, and my jiz was mixing in the cotton with my Papi's cum.
"Oh fuck," I shouted, "this is so incredible!" What a gift he had given me, I thought, and as I moaned with the pre-cum flowing, I began to feel a sharp pain going through my back. That instant pleasure was now turning into a painful event. It was like every muscle and joint in my body was aching and on fire. It hurt to move any of my limbs. My stomach was churning as well, and my whole body was throbbing, like my skin was moving in some way. My breathing was not a deep as it usually was and my hands throbbed as my skin tightened and I could see my veins just under the skin of my hands. This went on for almost 5 minutes, and when things seemed to subside, I used all the energy in my body to lift up and turn to the side of the bed. I had to rock forward to get up on my feet and even then I was rocking back and forth to get enough momentum to stand. I had a great need to piss just then, so I limped over to the bathroom and turned on the light. As soon as I saw the reflection in the mirror I began to piss my boxers because I was looking at my Papi's 89-year-old physique in the mirror.
"Holy shit!" I shouted as I went though denial at what I was seeing. My Papi had taken my body just as I had wished for all those years and now I was in his aging body. But how could that be? He died and was probably in the morgue now. Just then the telephone rang and rang till my mom got it, and I could hear through the wall what she was saying. Apparently the hospital was on the phone saying that my Papi's body had disappeared somehow and they were sure they would find it soon enough, but they wanted us to know because the funeral home was coming soon. Oh shit, my mom would probably be coming into my room. What should I do, I wondered?
First thing I did was to take off my Papi's underwear and hid them and got dressed in my clothes again, thinking I could fool her somehow in the dark. I made my way back into the bedroom and took off my Papi's boxers and slipped mine back on as best I could, then stretched to put my shirt on and then my pants and socks. Just as I was finished, my whole body heated up, and I thought it was my nervousness, but it was my body changing back.
My Mom was knocking at the door asking if I was still awake, and I tried to speak, but I had Papi's voice. It must have taken the whole 5 minutes till the transformation back was complete, and I rushed to speak- yes, yes I am awake, and I went to the door.
"Mark, you feel asleep in your clothes?"
"Er yes, Mom. Guess all the excitement got me real tired."
"Well I just wanted to know there is some mix up at the hospital, they called and said they can't find your Granddad!"
I tried to look concerned. "What?! That's impossible Mom."
"Well dear I think so too, but I wanted you to know because you have such a bond with him."
"OK thanks Mom," I said and then I kissed her and then the phone rang again. The hospital was on the line telling my mom how embarrassed they were and said they found his body again. We were both so burned out, we both laughed, but I was the only one who knew what could have happened. When I put on my Papi's boxers, he had become me as I was transforming into him. Laying in on that table in the morgue he surly didn't look 89 years old. For the short time we had swapped bodies. He apparently was just examining his body as I was examining his. Apparently his time as me was very short, and he didn't want to arouse anyone, I had imagined. Well it was neat, I thought, a chance to actually be him and he me, so I had fulfilled my promise to him.
When it was time for the mortuary, my Granddad was cremated as he had requested, and my mom let me have the ashes because our closeness. I was so happy to now have his body in the vessel and his cum in his boxers. I was going to head back home with the very substance that made my Papi who he was.
When I got back to town and got home, I put the vessel of my Granddad's ashes on a table near my bed and fell asleep very quickly.
The next morning I awoke and got out of bed fast and quickly went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I had overslept a bit, and I had to work out before I showered and got ready for school. As I dried off my face I walked back into the bedroom and walked past the vessel feeling good that I had what was left of my Papi. I walked over to my Bow Flex machine and started my workout, thinking of my Papi and what had happened at my mom's house. I was imagining him in my body doing my daily routine and was getting hard. I made it though my 45-minute work out and grabbed a towel again to wipe the sweat off my face and chest. Sitting at the edge of the bench I wondered what would happen if I put my Papi's boxers on again. I pondered the thought through my 100 crunches and again took the towel to wipe myself dry. I had to find out if it were still possible to make the same transformation. After all, wouldn't it be great to have him live as me for a while? I felt terrible all of sudden because the last time I cheated him by only giving him a few minutes to experience my youth and body. Maybe I could do it again and let him experience me for a longer time.
My Granddad was dead last time we made the swap, and he is certainly dead this time in the vessel next to my bed. I got up stretching and flexing, then walked over and took the vessel and carefully opened it and poured the ashes on the bench of my Bow Flex. I was going find out right now if I could do this again.
I went to my suitcase and put it on the bed and pulled out Papi's boxers that I had sealed in a plastic bag. Damn, the smell was really strong with all the piss and cum that had drenched them. Then, I laid them on the bed and took off my boxers and threw them into my dirty clothes pile. I paced a bit before I picked up my Papi's boxers, wondering if this would work or not.
Then I made the plunge and lifted them up, giving them a good sniff then put them on quickly, then laid down on my back as before in my mom's house. Just like before my cock began to rise to make a full tent in my Papi's boxers, and my cock began to throb hard, and I could feel my pre-cum rushing up my shaft to the opening of my pee hole. Then like before, it gushed out soaking the stain my Papi had made. As our DNA mixed in the cotton, my body began to go through the same sensations as last time. My bones and muscles were aching again, and as my body aged fast, there was a strange cloud forming over the ashes of my Granddad. As my skin was changing, getting old and wrinkled, I could feel my youth and jock body fading away. The pile of ashes was swirling in the cloud and my body was forming in the mix. Before long my former young muscular body was sitting on the bench looking at me, and after a while I raised up to see it in all its jock glory. I was smiling, and my Papi was smiling at me, but this time pinching himself to make sure it was real.
We were facing each other, and it was the most exciting event I could imagine. I had really accomplished my wish again, giving Papi my body. I couldn't wait for his reaction now that we were together again.
My Papi stood up flexing and stretching. "So you just worked out didn't you Mark?"
"Yes," I said in an older voice. "I like this body very much. In fact I have always lusted of for you boy, even at your earliest age."
"I knew you would grow muscular and strong, I saw to that, and you have your dad's good looks as well and with those I knew you would be a very hot good looking guy."
I grinned at his acceptance of my body. He was beside himself in wonderment of his new physique and he was showing it off like he was trying to seduce me or something.
"Hey Papi," I tried to shout, "is this all you wanted? To take my body from me? I am happy you like it Papi. You're going to like being me for a while."
My Granddad walked over to the mirror and looked at himself turning every way he could to get a glimpse of every part of his new body.
"No son, it wasn't my plan to steal--er I mean--assume your body at all, although I feel good being in it. After all, this was your wish Mark, and well I guess I can live as you with no regrets at all. I don't want to sound ungrateful, but somehow having what I've always wanted seems to have changed things a bit. What I do want if you don't mind, is the chance to experiment with the new equipment I have for a while, so that I can use the knowledge I have gained through the years and apply as I use your body."
I stood up keeping my balance, walking over towards him. "Well Papi, I always wanted you to have my body. What exactly do you have planned for me? I am sure you want to get ready for school soon and get into my life as quickly as possible, don't you?"
Papi just kept touching and feeling his new young frame, almost trying not to commit to anything just yet.
"You have kept this body so perfect Mark. I have to commend you for your focus and desire to have a hard body."
I smiled then because I had done just that, hoping someday my Papi could experience it. Papi just kept moving and flexing in front of the mirror, then stopped and hopped on my bed, grabbing one of my tube socks and then began to jack off his new hard cock.
"Oh yes, this is another reason I am happy to have your body my boy." And he began to jack my cock with furry and passion so he could experience my climax. While he was jacking off like it was his first time, he started to tell me about his escapades as a young boy. He told me how he and his friends would jack off and see who could edge the longest and giggled as he was doing that very thing right in front of me.
"Papi, that's nice to hear but it's getting late and school will start soon," I said. It was as if I hadn't said a word to him as he went at it making my cock his only focus. "Papi? Didn't you hear me? I don't think I understand!"
"Nothing to understand Mark. I am gay, young, and full of cum." Then he let go and shot what had to be a huge load into my sock, arching his back as he did and yelling like a wild animal. "Whew! Nice fucking load your body makes Mark. This is just what I wanted, and you, Mark, made it happen. You know son, I got married for one reason, and that was to have a boy that I could raise and control and eventually take control of, but your father rejected me and then left your mother. He had no desire to become me so when you were born, you became my focus, and I mentored you and sculpted you to the magnificent boy you had become. I can't take credit for everything in your life, but I gave you the encouragement to become what you have become, and now I am going to take advantage of it."
I just stood there and looked shocked. "So you had planned this all along?"
"Hell yes. I had given you the seeds to become gay, the way I groped you growing up, and I knew you would grow up as a gay guy, wanting me to do more and lusting to become me. And I made sure you would have a fetish for underwear because of the way we would swim in just our underwear and the sleepovers where we slept together. Yes I have been training you to love me, you just took the bait and went with it. I knew you had grown desperately close to me, and it was just a matter of time for you to make your offer to give your body up to me if you could. I wanted you to believe what you did, that I was your very special Papi, and you fell for it hook, line and sinker. What you didn't know was the fact that my field of study all my years was to accomplish a body swap, and how specifically to do it. I traveled the world to find out how it could be done, and well here we are today." His face was now smiling with an evil grin.
I sat back down on the bed, holding my head and wondering who my Papi really was. Was he the man I always wanted to be or was he just a devious jealous man who made his deal with the devil? It was obvious what he had his prize, and I felt like I had been fooled and that I was just an inevitable victim of his callous plot.
I knew I had to find out his real plan for me and was thinking of a plan for myself if he was not willing to be reasonable. I looked over to where I had thrown my boxers and wanted to be able to get them fast if I had to, so I could reverse this mistake I had actually wished for.
As Papi went over to the Bow Flex to try it out, I was able to catch my dirty boxers with my foot and swing it over to the floor on the other side of the bed where he couldn't see. As I encouraged him with his Bow Flex workout, I was planning how I would get my boxers back on. I wasn't as flexible as I was when I was in my 26-year-old body, so I had to be graceful in my attempt.
Papi was really getting into the workout and enjoyed feeling his tight chest as he stretched his muscles. As he got more and more into it, I posed the question of whether he was going to pursue my life as I had planned to do with my teaching and working with kids.
All he could do is giggle and make fun of what I had chosen for my life plan and suggested a more high paying profession in the world of pimping, drugs and male prostitution. I knew I had to do something and fast, so I carefully dropped his boxers and slowly pulled my dirty ones up my aged and weak legs.
As he pushed harder and harder at the machine, I began to feel my cock swelling out and I slowly made my way to lay on the bed. Soon my body was heating up and I could feel the changes happening as my cock spew pre-cum into my boxers mixing with my young DNA. I could hear him straining now as his body was changing and decomposing. It was a terrible wail I could hear as he stopped his work out with a cloud forming around him.
"You bastard boy!" he shouted as his body got weak was turning into ash. "You never gave me a chance!" were his last words to be spoken as his body completely gave way and fell to the floor in a pile of ash.
I was a nervous wreck as I got off the bed to make sure he was gone. Holy shit, what a fucking lie I was living to believe in him all these years. I kept pacing back and forth, gritting my teeth as I recalled every time he touched me. All the groping and touching he did in the name of making me feel like a man. I picked up his boxers and wanted to tear them apart right then, but threw them into my dirty clothes pile, scooped his ashes up into the vessel and showered for work.
To be continued....