Red Eye (body swap)
by zulator
I was running so late. I just finished a triathlon and jumped into the shower, I was taking a plane to go see my relatives back east. Even though I was booked on a Red eye, I had stuff to do and people to see before I dared to leave town.
I worked for an investment company and wore those expensive suits to work. I was a former Olympic star in the day but my goal was to make money so when I graduated College, I got a job at a glitzy investment company that helped affluent men invest their money. The reason I got the job is because of my athletic body and good looks, and at 26 years old I was at the peak of my physical form and definition.
This trip would allow me to leave the business world behind and return briefly to the casual and risque life style of a young man in a sexual world. I wasn't too worried about the fact that I sought sexual pleasure from both men and women because for me and my busy schedule and routine, when I needed sexual pleasure I needed to use whatever source I could find. I suppose that means I wasn't looking for commitments or long term relationships, because I lived in the here and now and when I needed a blow job or something to fuck, nothing held me back.
So, after doing what I had to do to leave town, I got dressed in some cargo shorts and a form fitting polo shirt, white socks and my favorite pair of Nike cross trainers. I stuffed a small back pack with my essentials, underwear, socks, tee shirts, extra pants, a pair of Pajamas and whatever I could carry on board the plane legally.
I arrived at the airport via taxi and prepared myself for the long trip and hoped I could make up for lack of sleep in the air. With the backpack on my back I looked like a hot college kid on vacation and didn't mind the stares from eligible women or older men who seemed to like what they imagined my life style to be like. I suppose most older men saw me as a jock with little intelligence who walked around with an erection all day long, a spoiled arrogant kid who was lucky to live off my daddy’s wealth and social advantage. That wasn't true of course but I liked to play the part because it make me look sexier and more and sexually vulnerable.
So I was at the gate waiting for boarding and finally they called my number and I swiftly went down the ramp and onto the plane. The stewardess smiled as she checked my ticket and I found my seat pretty fast. Luckily the plane was one of those large 747's yet there were only about 100 people taking the flight, so I knew I could stretch out and relax and get that shuteye I wanted.
Once I found my seat I stowed away my back pack, gave my crotch a nice tug, then sat down and put on my seat belt. It seemed like I was melting into the seat which felt good, so I was assured a comfortable ride for the 5 hour trip.
My day was so busy it only took closing my eyes to tell my body that it was time to rest and let all the muscles on my body take a break. Of course that one muscle between my legs wanted to stretch and before long it slid out of my boxers and down into the right leg of my cargo shorts. It felt good and all was good in the world for me that moment.
There were all the normal announcements before we would pull away to taxi to the runway, but that was all pretty much a blur as all I wanted was to nurse my erection and fall asleep.
As I lay in my seat comfy and smiling, I never noticed the man who had the seat right next to me. Like I said the plane had very few passengers for its capacity so I never thought I would have to have another person so close, but later I found out that the upstairs and first class were cordoned off which reduced the amount of seats available.
The man who was sitting next to me could have been the president for all I knew as I was off in dreamland as I anticipated my time with relatives back east.
The man next to was in his 70's and would find out later had just won a lottery prize and was on his way to Europe, changing planes at the airport I was going to. He was no doubt very excited and happy, but he was alone. During the long flight I had dove into a very deep sleep and nothing was going to wake me once in that state. What I didn't realize or know was that the man next to me thought sitting next to me was as much a prize as the money he had won and his mind was active imagining me as his partner, love interest or just a hot looking man to rape.
Once the lights were lowered and most people were sleeping, the man next to me who I will call John, took the liberty of sliding his hand closest to my right leg and touch and feel my swollen cock as it stretched down into my cargo shorts leg. I can't imagine why I couldn't enjoy his massaging but I was gone to dreamland. When I have an erection, my cock is over 8 inches long, and this man was feeling all 8 plus inches and was in heaven. Of course with one hand massaging my cock, his other hand was massaging his own cock and enjoying two erections at once.
Eventually the stimulation of his hand filtered through my dreamland state and I was beginning to appreciate the man handling of my sex tool and could be heard moaning from time to time because of it. I can't remember where my mind was and how I interpreted that stimulation, but my body began to respond the way any healthy young man would. I was oozing out pre-cum after a time and a damp spot was forming that could be seen through the material of my cargo shorts. Pre-cumming was normal for me so it was not unusual for this to happen with even lesser stimulation.
Apparently my friend John next to me was emitting pre-cum as well and showing a stain in his pants as well. So now we have two men who are experiencing the bliss of sexual stimulation, one deeply asleep and the other fully awake.
When my damp spot began to glisten because of the build up of cum, my friend John was dipping his finger into it, then tasting it with his tongue. Apparently the taste was sweet to him and the infusion of my manly hormones, testosterone and seed in that damp collection of cum was giving him an energy spike which made his cock harder and thicker.
He was now oozing out pre- cum at the same rate as me and thought it would only be fair if I could enjoy the fruits of his manly output, so he took a clean finger on his hand and scooped a bit of his cum and carefully swiped my lips with it. He did this till he felt there was enough there as payment for what he was enjoying from my body.
There was enough of his juice on my lips that my body would respond occasionally and my tongue would take a lick of it, bringing his essence into my body to be processed.
Even at his age of 70 plus years, his semen contained potent amounts of sperm, and hormones and that all important level of testosterone very much equal to the levels I was producing. I wouldn't say he was my twin with regards to male fluids, but the reality of it all was simple, he was consuming my bodily fluids and I was consuming his. The male body apparently recognizes these special hormones and powerful essences and uses them as fuel to enhance the male performance and overall health of those who partake of them. Over and beyond the hormonal blast we were both experiencing, there was that all important infusion of DNA, that code that determines our physical and mental development, the blue prints of our body.
As our bodies took in all these influential hormones and essence properties directly, an event was set into motion that neither of us could have imagined. Things with in us were changing and were subtle in the beginning, but as the dose of each others genetically laced fluids were induced at the rate they were, the effects were becoming noticeably significant to the naked eye.
So deep in a dream state, the effects that John's fluids were having on me were creating with in me, an alter existence or consciousness based on his genetic predetermination’s, while my fluids were doing the identical thing based on mine. Some men have genetics that favor physical development more so than others and in the same vain, some men do not have this predetermination and things such as muscle growth or just simple male physical enhancements are absent during male development.
I know my body and its DNA were from parents that passed on my predetermination to become an athlete. John's DNA did not possess this, but it doesn't mean that John is any less the man than me, it only means that my body can take advantage of a complete physical development that would insure broader shoulders and arms, superior muscle development and muscle form and a metabolism that can process food to my benefit and development.
So as the flight made its way from west to east, two lives were in the process of a rather unique transformation that would forever change them.
Once my body got hooked on John's DNA, it became like the domino effect for me as the advantages I had due to my own DNA were changing, and for John, the same effects were in process. His DNA was becoming more like mine and mine more like his.
Luckily our body mass was similar and our stature as well, plus each others hormones and fluids were sending information about our ages and susceptibility for diseases or anomalies or defects that would in time shorten our lives because of neurological problems.
So as I lay there in deep sleep, my body is racing to correct its blueprint by altering my biological development, including age, skin tone, and major physical features. My body was now producing hair follicles where they never were before and the nipples on my chest were changing slightly because John's were shaped differently than mine. John's navel was and outie where mine was an innie. The characteristics of our genitals was also changing, the length and girth of our sex organ was altering.
So as my body was growing chest and stomach and back hair, and my hair line and facial features were altering, John was experiencing the same thing as what hair he had on his chest, stomach and back was being sucked back into his flesh as those follicles were dissolving away. John's skeletal shape was changing making his shoulders widen as if going through another puberty. John's skin was changing texture and tightening, forcing the creation of chest, stomach, arm and leg muscles to form. John's biological clock was turning back, while mine was advancing forward.
My body was taking on John's features rapidly now, my head of hair was shrinking and my skin was drying and facial hair was becoming more prevalent as well- my chest muscles were the first to go as did my stomach muscles as well. My shoulders rounded more now and my ass was settling into a new comfort zone as John's ass firmed up.
Along with the physical changes, there were emotional adjustments based on hormone types and levels. Predetermination of what I desire as a man was also changing along with John's. Its as if what our DNA directed us to look like gave us a desire for those things we seemed to be lacking. Becoming more John than myself made the male physique something I admired over other seemly important issues. John's physical Renaissance allowed him to experience a self love he had never dared experience or display publicly. John became a bit self centered and boarding on arrogance as his body now represented an image very new and exploratory in sexual need and desire.
So in John's seat was a rather young smooth chested man with exceptional muscle definition on his chest and stomach. A young man with a full head of hair and a smooth completion.
Sitting next to him was an older man, wearing casual clothing meant for a man over half his age. A man wearing fashion underwear and a penis that is showing its age and a forest of salt and pepper pubic hairs gracing his delicious cock and balls.
END