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Mr. Antonio
by Mark Gordon
Mr. AntonioBy Mark Gordon
As I stood outside church, I got a glimpse of Mr. Antonio as he arrived with his grandson. Such a fine specimen of an older Italian man, he looked delicious to me. To say that I would jump at the chance to become him was truer these days, as my young life became more stressful, demanding and confusing to just mention a few things. I look at him and see only satisfaction and a life well lived and now in his retirement I see a man with a glow with achievement. His grandson looked so much like the family he had produced, with deep Italian features that made for a handsome display of male masculinity. Yes even his young grandson was masculine looking at the young age of 15, having been conceived with the fine DNA of the pure Antonio Italian family genes.
I wondered as I passed him and got a nod and smile, whether he would even entertain taking on my body and my life. Being who I am and thinking I was such a great looking guy, I supposed that anyone would be happy to take me on. I suppose that’s a bit arrogant, but it is what has driven me to keep myself as toned and healthy as I am.
Mr. Antonio always wore bright but conservative clothing that brought out the deep tan he had and that wavy Salt and Pepper hair on his head complimented his handsome face. Like older Italian men, Mr. Antonio had let himself go physically, and sported a large waist and large soft chest. His hairy body and noticeable 5 o’clock shadow however seemed to compliment his age and size and only made him more handsome and masculine looking in my eyes. The way his silky shirt draped his upper body and then followed a round taper down to his waistline was very erotic and physically stimulating for me. I would stare at him before church and get a rise in my pants thinking of what it would be like to assume his body as my own. Even thinking of what kind of underwear he used, would keep my mind busy, when I knew I should be paying attention to Mass.
I guess in my selfish mind I wanted to remold him into me and straighten out the curves and firm up his body, as he became the young athletic gym teacher that I was. If I were to become him I would want to do it while he was unaware so it was almost like stealing his body from him. The desire was so intense at times I would not stand during the church service for fear someone would notice my tented slacks.
As I look across at him and his grandson each Sunday, it was like he had no recall of me or interest, because although he knew where I was sitting, he would never turn my way or make a motion to me, to acknowledge me in any way. I suppose that was normal, after all he had his life and the thought of becoming me would seem stupid and frivolous and even if he had a fleeting thought of it when he smiled and nodded to me, I am sure the desire faded fast. Who would think that swapping bodies was possible anyway, I am sure if he had a clue it were possible he might stare a bit longer or turn and look at me while seated in church. But as it was he was there with his grandson; as a symbol of maleness and masculinity.
When the moment was right I thought to myself, I would seize it and cause the swap to happen. The process would take no more than a minute or two, and I knew it would be a very hot sensual and sexual experience. I was confident once the process would start, he would not resist at all. Once he could understand and sense what it would be like to be me, and know that I was eager to take on his body, I feel there would be no resistance to it at all.
I waited and waited for the chance for him to be away from his grandson so I could initiate the process. It wasn’t till church was over that the chance came and as he left his grandson to go off to talk to friends, Mr. Antonio re-entered the church to use the men’s room.
Ah a great time to do this swap I thought! If only I could be with him for a minute or two alone I thought! So I followed Mr. Antonio into the men’s room and stood next to him at the urinals, watching him take out his mature cock and begin to pee like a man does when he can’t hold it anymore. I saw an immediate need to get his penis out of his pants. I assumed men his age have problems at times and it was enjoyable to see him fondle his penis. I too let out my cock, but mine was hard from sexual arousal. I was hoping he would glance over and see my youthful hard on and was hoping that it would bring back memories of his youthful past and some desire as well to want a penis like that again. I wanted him to acknowledge my cock and my youth, but also I wanted him to desire me as a man he could no longer be like. I wanted the thought to be in his head, so that he would want to be me! I wanted him to doubt his own manliness for one second and have his desire to be me rage within him. If I could achieve that response, the ability to swap with him would be guaranteed. I wanted nothing less than total seduction of this man!
Then it happened, he turned and looked down at my hard cock and I could see a slight smile cross his deeply tanned and wrinkled lips and I knew it was the right moment to get things done. As he shook his soft cock off and was ready to put it away in his open Jockey briefs, I turned to him and said, “Welcome to a new Day Sir”! Then I proceeded to stick my stiff young cock into his open pants and into his open Jockey briefs. There was a quick grunt from him and a look of disbelief as his face first turned to horror having his genitals make contact with mine. The look on his face was like I had just invaded the most private and intimate part of his life.
He began muttering some swear words and began to grab my shoulder to push me away from him, but the process started immediately and I could feel my hard cock make connection to his soft one and his head went back as he moaned loudly. I knew he could feel the surge of my youth as we connected and I wanted him to experience the body of a young athletic jock and encourage him to want to take over my body.
I knew that he would instantly feel what it was like to be me, since our nervous systems were now coupled together. His head came back up and we were staring at each other this time he could not dismiss the pleasure he was feeling in his groin. With great exuberance he grabbed hold of our connected cocks and began to massage mine more deeply into his. He moaned and then I followed and his eyes glistened as he was feeling what I was feeling instantly and he knew what my desires were at that very moment and he was totally willing to let me have what I wanted. It was like whatever was in his mind before we connected had vanished and the need now was to fulfill my desire, which for him became his desire as well. I could not tell who’s desire now was stronger, mine or his, because he was now destined to become Mark Gordon and I could sense he was going to take control of the transformation from me.
Instantly there was a pulsating flow of my young athletic seed into his body and it suddenly felt like he was drawing it out faster in sort of a greedy manor. Then when he had sucked my balls dry and they began to throb in pain, the anticipated flow of his pure Italian cream began to be released. His sperm was probably twice the potency of mine since his 84 year old body had not experienced an ejaculation in years. So the surge of his cum was especially stimulating to my body and I welcomed the sudden and dramatic effects it was going to have on me. The feel of his seed entering my sacs was like a moment of ecstasy and his seed made my ball sacs throb with excitement as he was filling me to the brim. This connection was allowing him to actually empty his balls into mine. Normally if he could jack off, he would never be able to pump this much cum. With my youthful rod now connected to him, he was able to feel a full blown ejaculation, just as if he we already me. To see the delight in his eyes as he climaxed like the young jock he was about to become. With my balls so hard and full of his Italian seed I knew it wouldn’t take long for my body to regroup and my DNA to make the changes necessary to assume his body’s age, physique and features.
As Mr. Antonio became well aware that a body swap was in process, I reached down to unbutton his pants and then I unbuttoned mine. I was wearing a loose fitting button down shirt, which I quickly unbuttoned to provide room for the new torso I would acquire. Both of our slacks hit the ground about the same time as our waists make a dramatic size change. My waist was a size 30 and I assumed his was more like a size 44. I felt no sadness or regret at loosing my tight 30in waist and firm athletic ass. It was a delight to feel the muscle let go and sense my body making this change, after all, it was my fantasy. I began to feel the loss of testosterone from my body and I was shaking as my skeletal frame was changing inside me at the same time. I was instantly beginning to feel my body age as it progressed from age 27 to Mr. Antonio’s age of 84. In a mere few minutes, my body was going through all the necessary changes to age me 57 years.
Years of wear and tear of Mr. Antonio’s body was flowing into me as genetically I was becoming a man of Italian decent and he was taking on my Dutch/Jewish ancestry. I watched his hair darken and face reshape and his skin tighten to become smooth. Seeing him become young and virile made the sacrifice worth it.
That entire Italian heritage he possessed was leaving him and his body was taking back all that wonderful body hair that I wanted so badly. Becoming Mark meant he would be totally smooth with tight skin and molded chest and stomach. I watched as each wrinkle left his face and his age marks left him with a flawless complexion.
I found my body sending more and more hormone into him and as he was now hooked on becoming me, he demanded more and more of me. He almost gained a sarcastic look as my body was sucked so dry that my genitals became totally spent and dysfunctional, the way they would end up anyway once the transformation was complete. I was watching as Mr. Antonio’s upper chest and stomach were taking on my former definition and hardness. My sperm, so fresh young and potent was doing its work well as he began to produce my young sweat beads and begin to give off that smell of youth. Surprisingly I was evolving a few seconds ahead of Mr. Antonio, and had completed my body reconfiguration while still witnessing him transforming into me.
As I had predicted, the transformation would become all encompassing to both of us, the sensations and sexual nature of it would shadow any other thoughts that we might have for several hours. Mr. Antonio’s transformation was giving him reason to be a bit arrogant. His flaunting of his newly formed muscular chest and ribbed stomach seemed to be done in such a fashion that he was trying to humiliate me.
What was going through his mind I thought, could it be that I created a monster in my process to give this man renewal and take ownership of what I envisioned a quiet and accomplished life? Our cocks disconnected in what I would call a rather rude fashion as he gave me this appearance he was done with me and couldn’t wait to be free.
I could only imagine what he was thinking as he made his way to claim my Sunday clothes that would now adorn his new young body. In the process of swapping with him I found out that he had secretly desired my body for a long time, but because of his heritage he would be thought of as weak if he had shown any interest in me at all. Now nothing else seemed to matter as the reality of it was now his to flaunt and enjoy. It was still Mr. Antonio in my lean muscular body, but I knew his personality would make a radical change now that he was young and capable of sexual pleasure again.
All I was thinking about was the wonderful rest of the day I was going to have as I became the New Mr. Antonio. As the scent of his clothes made putting them on so much hotter, I wished I was not acquired his penile dysfunction, as I wanted to bone out in calibration of assuming his body. As his silky shirt came to rest on my new his soft chest and shoulders and I pulled on his Jockey briefs and pulled up his sized 44 waist trousers. I simply didn’t want to ever have to look back and regret my choice. My cock was to be forever flaccid now, as it found containment in his underwear which would become its familiar quarters.
When he was putting on my Tommy boxer briefs and my Sunday clothes, it seemed second nature to him and I knew just how it felt to wear them as he acknowledged with mutterings of pleasure. He never gave me a second look leaving the restroom, I could see that he was fully aroused and showing- and I wondered if I would ever see him at church again.
“Wow it is a fine New Day isn’t it” I heard him say to my grandson who was waiting outside for me to return. I saw him tent out and wanted to tent out as well, But my 84 year old body wouldn’t allow it, and besides I was more interested in finding my new grandson and be his mentor as he grew and matured.
As I met up with my grandson, he asked, “What took so long Papa?” I just smiled and said,
“I am not as young as I used to be son” and he laughed and then wanted to introduce me to this High School gym teacher named Mark Gordon who he was just talking to. “Gramps, can I transfer to his district?” “Mr. Gordon says the Physical Education in his school is the best. I got pale for a moment thinking that now that Mr. Antonio had control of my young Jock body; he wanted to control my Grandson as well. Luckily the new Mark Gordon just waved and jogged to his car and I quickly changed the subject.
Off in the distance I could see that young nice looking gym teacher enter his car, and I was sure he had many adventurous things planned, but that was much too much for this old man to even think about, I had my new family now and that’s all I ever wanted.
Looking back now over a year later I can still remember the intensity of watching his body transform and the gleam in his eyes as he thought of the world in a more youthful and sexual way. I forgotten most of the visual effects of becoming him since becoming him was the end of any sexual gratification for me.
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