What Are Friends For (body swap)
by zulator
It had become my motto throughout my life growing up, and now that I was the gym teacher I had always wanted it to be the phrase stuck with me. Saying"What are friends for" had become my landmark response, and it fit me so well because that was who I was.
I was a 27-year-old gym teacher and a person who took care of himself. I prided myself with how I looked and being fit really worked with my job and the energy level that I had to have. I was the sort of person who stopped to help old ladies with flat tires or dropped whatever I was doing to help a child with tying his shoes or helping a neighbor with a chore that was too much for him to handle.
Even with all that I did, I could always find time to give to others, but I found out all too soon that "What are Friends for" would change my life forever.
I was not sorry for what happened. In fact, I had grown into the person I am now, and really haven't looked back at what I was, for to be true to who I was, it would be selfish to look back or feel badly for what had happened to me. To say what I had said when I said it, had to mean something or it wouldn't have had the pleasurable results that it did. What I offered and what I delivered was exactly what was needed at the time.
I see myself now each morning with a new life and mission, and it is not all bad. In fact, the person I became I had always admired and liked and to now possess his life and daily routine had become a joy. No more would I have to work and wonder about the future, I had reached the pinnacle of life, and I was secure in knowing I had a decent retirement and although I wasn't wealthy, I had enough money to live a comfortable life.
I suppose I should begin where this all started. I remember the day and the time when it all happened and it has just become one of the many happy memories that I have stored in my mature mind along with all the great memories I had acquired from my wonderful donor.
It was a hot August day and there was a thunderstorm on the horizon, and I had just gotten home from my basketball club and wanted only to dive into the pool in my back yard. In fact on the way home I was undressing as I drove and I guess I was putting on a show for the rush hour drivers as I went shirtless and then lost my slacks as I hit the stop and go traffic. I had my gym shorts on under my pants so no one would gasp at seeing me in my tight boxer briefs.
So it was as I drove as fast as I could towards home and the cool relief of the pool I was dreaming to enter.
I pulled into the driveway and grabbed my clothes and entered the house only to drop my gym bag and head out the back to the pool area. It was so hot that day and as I got near the water I could hear the cracks of lightning as the storm was racing towards my side of town. I slipped off my shoes and dove into the awaiting pool, and as my body entered the cool water and I made my way across the pool, I felt the weight of the world leave my body.
As I came out of the water on the other side, a flash of lightning hit close by and the rattles of air conditioner motors stopped and I knew that power was now gone in the neighborhood. Before long the neighbor to the south, an older man whom I had met on occasion, came out in the alley behind me and walked up to the fence that separated the property and the alley and stood there looking at me for a while.
"Hey Mark," he shouted, "Is your power out too?"
I swam over to the edge of the pool closest to him and came out dripping wet not noticing my gym shorts clinging to my crotch as it was, and I walked up to the fence with a smile on my face. "Yeah I would suppose so, the pool motor is off now so I guess were out of power," I said.
I really liked this guy because he was so kind to me and always offered me a ride when my car would break down, and I would always return the favor with doing chores for him. I suppose he liked me because of who I was and it was mutual for him. I know he liked to see me shirtless and as I stood there it was evident that he liked the clinging gym shorts around my cock and balls as well.
"How long do you think it will be out Mark? I worry about my food freezer."
I giggled and said, "Oh Mr. Portelli, that should last for hours I would assume. Why don't you take a load off and come take a dip in the pool? Your air is out anyway you might as well jump in with me."
Mr. Portelli smiled, and I guess I must have looked pretty good to him, so he said sure, and I let him in the back gate.
All he could do was compliment me on how good I looked and how lucky I was to be young, but I would always hear that from older guys, I suppose they felt they were missing something, where I would always wonder how great it would be to be them.
Mr. Portelli came over and sat at the table near me as I was about to jump in again, and said, "Geez Mark, what it must be like to be you!" then he smiled and I said, "Well come in the pool, and I will show you!"
"Oh, I am not wearing swim trunks, Mark. I'm afraid I will just have to stare at you to get cool."
"Oh come on, just slip off your pants; your underwear is fine with me."
Normally a man his age would simply refuse to do that, but for some reason, Mr. Portelli was so attracted to me he stood up and dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes and jumped in the pool.
He must weight about 250 and stand 5'6", and he was wearing jockey briefs and made quite splash when he hit the water. I was on the other side of the pool by that time and standing towards him with my arms resting on the pool edge as he came up. He was smiling and that's all I was concerned about, I wanted him to feel comfortable with me and have some fun too.
I dove under the water and was going to surprise him by swimming through his legs then come up in front of him and then splash him. I did the dive and came through his legs seeing his manhood slipping out of his briefs then came up in front of him. I must have surprised him good since he looked quite surprised that I would be playing this way.
"What are you doing Mark!" he shouted, and I said, "I want to play. Are you game?" and he just smiled and gave me the thumbs up.
We played that way, taking turns swimming through each others legs and having so much fun, I almost forgot Mr. Portelli was nearing his 70th birthday.
After a while he was quite out of breath and we both ended up sitting on the step next to each other smiling and laughing.
"You sure know how to make an old man smile, Mark!" he said and I just grinned and said, "What are friends for," and he put his arm around me and put his head on my shoulder. Then he said, "I value your friendship so much Mark, you treat me like I was one of your young buddies. I wish I was like you--heck I wish I *was* you Mark!"
I couldn't help but see his jockeys swell in the water and it was pretty obvious that my gym shorts were tenting as well.
"Well sir, I wish there was a way to make that happen--I mean us trading lives and bodies--I would be most happy and honored to slide into you and become you completely!"
All this time the storm was teasing us, but we didn't have a care in the world as we were bonding so tightly, I wanted him to be with me and it felt right for us to be there together having fun.
"Would you let me touch your muscled chest Mark?" Mr. Portelli asked.
"Sure man, what are friends for!" I said and raised his weathered hand to my smooth chest and he outlined every definition on me and my cock grew to full length at the stimulation.
As he gave me great pleasure adorning my chest I reached over and rubbed his, playing with his nipples and feeling the hair that he had around them and on his stomach.
"Do you like that Mark?", he said as he pinched my hard nipples then slide his hand down into the water and grabbed my cock like it was a steel handle.
I moaned and moaned and said, "Oh yes... oh yes ... I love what you're doing!"
"I just wish you could squeeze the essence right out of my cock sir and then let me into your mature being."
Just then Mr. Portelli turned and pushed me down on the deck and began to kiss my lips and the way he was on top of me, my cock was probing his jockey pouch with my rock hard cock.
I just let him do whatever he wanted to, I was very much ok with his desire to love me and he was licking and kissing my face, neck and chest and I was loving it.
I lifted my legs around his waist so that I could anchor my cock in his jockey shorts and let him know the furry of my youthful muscles. I could feel his soft stomach against my tight abdominal muscles and then his soft chest against my tight firm one. At one point we were rubbing nipples together and I was wanting my raised defined pectorals to transfer to his chest via our nipples. The fantasy was causing me to leak I wanted us to swap bodies so badly.
Then he shouted, "Oh Mark, I feel like such a fool being with you this way, how could an old man like me expect a young muscled guy to fall in love with me!"
At that statement I reached down and let my cock out of my shorts and then grabbed his and squeezed them together telling Mr. Portelli that I wanted my cock to enter his and I wanted us to trade our males seeds, filling each others ball sacs with each others male seed.
There was another snap of lightning and I could swear his cock and mine were one and his balls raised up to meet mine and I could feel a surge of hot fluid coming into me from his body and he was shivering as he felt my hot seed flow into him. It was like an automatic ejaculation with all the climax of a hot sexual event.
My balls were throbbing and tingling as his seed was going right into my soul to transform me into him.
Mr. Portelli was in sheer ecstasy as my young stud seed was infiltrating his body and setting his features and physique up for a radical change.
He moaned and moaned as his old frame became totally rejuvenated with my sperm and as he became younger and younger and I could see his features changing into mine, I became aware the I was changing also and there was no way to stop the transfer. Of course I didn't want anything to stop, I just wanted it to happen and happen fast. I can't describe what it felt like to sense my muscle mass melting away and that surge of energy I was famous for leaving me and taking all that youthful vigor with it. My virility was going away with my body and I didn't care that my instant hard on conditions would be a thing of the past. I wanted Mr. Portelli to have my life and all that came with it!
It was truly amazing to watch his old skin turn tan and new and his hairy chest go rock hard and smooth, it seemed with each new moan of pleasure he was taking on more and more of what I was.
Soon his jockeys feel to his ankles and I pushed my gym shorts off me to make the transition to his body size more enjoyable.
It was an incredible feeling just letting loose of all that firmness I had prided myself with, but it wasn't going away, it was just changing hands and I knew that Mr. Portelli would be a good guardian of who I was. Besides if all went the way I wanted it, the swap would be transparent and it would just be during our transformation process that we would know we were swapping.
I knew I was almost entirely him now, but I was still pumping the last of Mark into him, the last drops of who I was. I was rock hard however and it felt wonderful being him and being rock hard next to a hot looking young man named Mark.
With a final kiss the young stud lifted off of me, our cocks came apart and we were now two separate people again. I looked at the young man putting his gym shorts back on and I could swear I knew him so completely. Just like me the young new Mark was totally engrossed in who he was and for a second I thought he was going to call me Mark.
I grabbed my jockeys which were clunging to me like skin showing my low hangers and short stubby cock and grabbed my pants and put them on.
I was so confused I turned to Mark and asked, "Did we have sex Mark? Please say we did cause I feel like I just shared something wonderful with you!"
Holding his crotch and staring as his chest and stomach, Mark looked up at me and said, "It must have been Mr. Portelli, cause I can see sperm floating all around us and I feel like I just unloaded a huge load of cream.
I smiled and said, "Well Mark, thank you for the most enjoyable afternoon I have ever had!"
Mark came over to me and planted his lips solidly on mine and kissed me hard, and sucking on my tongue till my cock began to move.
"Yes we had sex, and it was the most wonderful experience I can remember, cause I feel like a new man! And we can do this again because... what are friends for?"
END