Redirection of Life (body swap)
by zulator
My life was full and very busy. I was young and free and very successful. I had everything I had always dreamed of having and some how it seemed it all came to fast and much too easy. I was lucky to be born of a wealthy family and was given every opportunity to succeed. My life was guided to success and every door that could be open to me was and I flourished where others my age did not.
I had settled in my home atop a hill looking over the sea. I often wondered what happened to the kids I knew in high school or the ones I knew from college. Being swooped into the business community so fast, my personal contacts from the past were gone and with all my success I was very alone. I tried different dating services only to find that there was a very broad difference in what they were looking for and what I was looking for. I gave up on finding someone and just got lost in my hobbies, my favorite being restoring older cars, and the other was working out and keeping my body fit and hard.
And so it went my success and my loneliness that I went home to every night.
Don’t get me wrong, I did go out to parties and did bring home some beautiful girls and even some beautiful guys, but it all meant nothing to me, those people had other agendas and were not what I needed as a companion. And there was no sex involved; as I could not give my seed to anyone I couldn’t feel for. I suppose I was looking for a special soul mate, a special person who could understand me and was easy to understand. A person that had the same needs as I did was totally hard to find, and I was too busy to keep searching.
One day while I was home, doing some telecommuting, the door bell rang and dressed very skimpily as I was in just my favorite cargo shorts and tank top, I answered the door. On the other side of the doorway was an older man who seemed a bit lost and wondered if he could use my telephone to call his family. I smiled and said of course, and the gentleman entered my home wide-eyed and thankful for my kindness.
I directed him to the telephone that was near the desk I was working at, and I continued to enter data into the computer, kind of stretching out my legs under the desk with the key board lying across my crotch.
The older gentleman seemed a bit upset that he was not getting through to who he was calling, and set the phone down and quietly asked if he could stay a while and try again in a few minutes. I looked up at him with my warm friendly face and said sure thing, make yourself comfortable. I set the keyboard down and got up and offered the man a drink and he accepted.
I came back with a glass of ice water for him and he was very happy that I was so kind and open.
I asked how he got so far out of his way, seeing that my home was quite a distance from others in the area, and he said he got confused and saw my large house and just headed for it, hoping that he could use the phone. Well I am glad you chose my house, I don’t get many visitors unless it’s been arraigned, so it’s a nice surprise to see you here today.
By the way my name is Collin Patton, I told him and he quickly put out his hand and said, “Nice to meet you Collin, my name is Paul and I must say your home is a castle.” “Thanks, Paul it works as my refuse and I have to say I really didn’t have to work that hard to get it.”
“Ah, your from a wealthy family then I gather?” Paul said.
“Yes wealthy would be a good word Paul, and I just became one of those wealthy bachelors that you hear about, the ones every one wants, and the one that never gets any.” I began to laugh and laugh at what I had just said, as if Paul was privy to what my life had become.
“Collin, I don’t see the humor in being the perpetual bachelor; you must be terribly alone then.”
“Alone?” “Well I am, but that word seems to have no meaning anymore, I like to the think of it as my time to study inner self!” At that comment, I kind of scooted over to Paul, kind of pressing my muscular leg into his leg and staring him in the face I said, what I wouldn’t give to have someone who I could love, someone that could understand me and make me happy.
Paul seemed a bit confused at my seriousness, but then composed himself and laid his hand on my leg.
“What I can see right now Collin, is that you need someone who can nurture you and tell you how much of a success you are, then make you feel like the man that you really are!” “And I must say you are quite the man from what I can see!” I just kept staring at Paul as if he had suddenly found all the answers to my needs.
“Furthermore, I believe that you need to be made love to in a very special way, since you are no doubt a very special person!” I nodded yes to him and I was becoming totally captivated by him and wanted to hear more.
Then Paul’s hand made its way up to my groin and in seconds he had unbuttoned my cargo shorts and was pulling my boxers down my muscular groin area and my cock popped out of it’s confines, throbbing like a sore thumb. Paul massaged it along with my cream filed ball sacs and all I could do was moan.
“You need a special man who can show you that you are special.” And at that Paul came between my legs and took my 7.5in uncut cock deep into his mouth and I could feel the pre cum blast out of the head and hear him moan as he savored the sweet taste of my youth. I fell back in the cushions of the couch and let him suck my cock, knowing he had found a way to make me relax and feel special. Was it simply a blow job I needed or was it Paul?
Paul was moaning with me as he sucked me gently and I let his hand reach up and play with my hard pectorals and ribbed stomach. I couldn’t believe how absolutely wonderful he was making me feel and my head went back and my eyes closed as I felt a deep desire to feed this man my precious seed. In all my sexual encounters, I have never shared my seed with anyone, fearing an unwanted pregnancy or the mixture of my fluids with another mans. This encounter with Paul was so different, and I wanted to mingle my fluids with him, he seemed to arrive at the very moment my needs had peaked and I had chosen him as the man who would get my seed.
Sweat began to show on my chest and stomach and Paul was now reaching up and holding on to my tight upper torso with both of his aged hands as he went up and down on me in a more rapid precession. His hands felt good as he rubbed through every ripple in my defined body and chills were running up and down my body, causing my sperm to stir in my sacs. I began to shake as I felt my bounty getting ready to be released and I whispered to him, “Here it Comes Paul!”, and I began to thrust into him, shooting my thick ropes of cream down his throat. It was so pleasurable I was in a continual spasm of release, and Paul willingly consumed it all.
When he finished licking his lips he came up on top of me and for the first time I could feel his hard cock against mine through his pants. I took my legs and locked them around his frame as his lips met mine and I began to suck on his tongue and get a taste of my creamy deposit. He gently unlocked my legs and I felt him unbuckle his pants and felt them fall to the ground against my feet. Then his white boxers made their way down to meet his pants and in a second my legs were propped up and I could feel his hard cock sliding between my tightly formed ass cheeks and I knew he wanted to go into me. I wanted it at that moment as well; so I let my muscles relax so he could penetrate me then I felt his manhood enter me and the Paul was in total ecstasy as he knew his aged cock was entering my young ass.
“Yes, Yes, it is you I want to take my Cherry,” I shouted.
“I will take your cherry Collin and breed you with the seed your body needs!” he said in a gentle calming voice that was making me melt.
Holy fuck I thought to myself, I don’t even know this man and he has sucked my cock and was now fucking my young ass!
Paul made a slow but steady entry into me, not wanting me to feel any pain as he brought his 68 year old cock into the bowels of my 27 year old body tight and ripe for breeding my anal passage. My muscles relaxed immediately as if his cock were coated with some local anesthesia and amazingly his cock went all the way into me to its root.
I wanted him to fuck me so bad, he knew how to please me and I wanted his seed in me, I wanted his life force to enter me, his kindness his understanding of me and his rich thick mature cream to calm the confused youth inside me. I wanted his seed to breed me into a more complete man, one who could find solace in the crazy world I lived in. For once in my life I wanted another man’s seed to taint my body and let it’s DNA entangle with mine.
Paul could sense my ecstasy and desire for him, he knew that he was doing it all the right way, and soon he was thrusting harder into me, pressing his mature sperm sacs against my tight ass cheeks. It was so fucking awesome that I was leaking and feeling another buildup inside me. Paul’s ball sacs were so hard, I knew this man had not gotten off in a while and I knew that what he had for me was going to be more than my ass could hold.
In and out, in and out the old man was driving me into another climax and when he came to his explosive moment, he paused one second as if to get a breath of air, then blew his healthy load into me along with his maturity. My body went into a sensation of a thousand rushes and I shot again uncontrollably up his chest, pumping my white seed into his hairy forest of white chest hair. Like the dry sands of the desert, his aged chest just sucked in my fluids like a sponge.
With every thrust of cream I shot up his chest, my anal muscles tightened around his cock and I was milking the old man for all that he had, sucking out his manliness and years of gentle living. It was the perfect sharing of youth and old age.
My body shuttered as his seed assimilated into me and every inch of my body was tingling as his essence was fulfilling my inner needs. From my toes to my chiseled face, Paul’s genetic code was re-writing who I was and who I would become.
In comparison, Paul’s older body had absorbed my seed as if his inner soul was parched and needed to be drenched with my youthful fluids.
As I moaned and shook feeling my skin let loose of its firm tightness my head began to spin as things began to change with in me. At first it was a queasy feeling in my stomach, then my nipples began to tingle and burn a bit, but it wasn’t until my tight firm ass cheeks just let loose and became relaxed that I realized I would not be breathing out of the same lungs I had for the past 27 years. I opened my eyes and had to rub them to focus and discovered that I was no longer in ownership of the youthful fit muscular body I once had, but instead an older one with hair on my white on my chest and a softer more relaxed physique.
I sat back up and noticed a rather confused young stud sitting on the floor examining his body. “Paul is that you” I said in a deep gentle voice.
“I suppose it is Collin, but for the life of me I can’t explain how this happened!”
“What did I do to deserve your perfectly molded body and youth?”
“I suppose we both gave each other what we really needed and in this case I need to be you and feel the calmness of your level head and maturity.”
I got up and pulled up my underwear and cargo shorts and rolled back down my tank top. All seemed to still fit me but I was now 68 years old and quick look in the mirror reflected back Paul’s white bearded face and lines of age.
“So I am older now, I suppose I can focus more on my job and less on how disconnected I had become with the world.” I said as I looked out of the large window that out on to the city off in the distance.
Paul came to his feet as well pulling up his boxers and slacks and rearranging his clothes to accommodate his new muscular body. “I suppose I should be going then?” Paul said confused and disoriented.
“Will you find your way or do you need to still call someone?” I said in a gentle caring voice.
“Well I was going to call my daughter but I am not sure I have one anymore, I mean it is so hard to remember much of who I was, maybe its your daughter now!”
“Ah, you may be right – yes in fact you’re absolutely right, I am widowed and have a daughter and I shouldn’t be calling you by my name anymore. You see I am Paul now, and you're Collin. “Yes I feel that – I am Collin!”
“Well thanks for stopping by Collin. I am sorry for all the confusion but I really need to get these reports done, but if you’re in the area again give me a call.”
I handed the young kid a card which magically had my name Paul Donaldson, CEO on it, with my personal phone number, fax and email address.
“OH thanks” Mr. Donaldson, Collin replied. Then the young kid let himself out and began walking back to where his car was.
Once in the car it hit him like a lead balloon, he had an appointment with the owner of a modeling agency on the street just beyond where he got lost.
Collin sun a wheelie and was there is just half a minute.
END