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A Change in Life's Direction

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That morning had started like any other morning in Bert's retired life. He'd been having this great dream where he was enjoying the company of not one but two of those blue-skinned boys on that planet where the kids were sexually mature at twelve of their planet's years. The fact that they also had the sexual libido of rabbits in heat had always made it one of Bert's favorite stops when he was part of a crew on one of the bulk freighters that ferried minerals from one of the mining colonies to a refinery on another planet in one of the lesser stars near the blue-white giant that Earth people called 'Saiph' in the constellation 'Orion.'

The fact that the warm tropical sunshine had made its way through the corner of the plantation shutters in the bedroom of his apartment at just the right angle to hit him in the face was what brought Bert out of the pleasure of his dream world. D**n, thought Bert as he roused himself from what had been a deep sleep. Reliving the past won't bring it back, he told himself as he set up on the side of his bed and tried to focus on the real world around him.

The old spaceman had given up sleeping in anything after his first trip into space. He liked the feeling of being naked under the covers. For a man of 57 he was still lean, if not as trim as he once was. None of that 'beer gut' look for him. The idea of turning to flab and dribbling beer down his chin while he watched his 3-D television day-in and day-out, like some of his former shipmates had done, left him cold. No, he would die as he had lived: a lean, still muscular man six feet [1.80 m] tall and still weighing the 175 lbs. [80 kg] that he had carried for most of his adult life. Sure, his muscles were not as firm as they once were, but he could still turn a few heads among those who wondered how he managed to look so good at his age.

He looked down and admired how his five inch [12½ cm] erect penis stood straight up with its morning 'wood.' That dream must have really been something, if I have it up from just a dream, he thought to himself. That's something that hasn't happened in a very long time.

Bert got up and walked slowly over to the bathroom of his apartment. After a 'pit stop' in the 'head' there would be time for a before breakfast dip in the swimming pool that was one of the better features of his Canaveral City apartment complex.

***

In another apartment in the same complex, thirteen year-old Peter woke from the dream that he was having. Sweat covered his forehead and upper body and he was breathing hard. Up until the golden skinned native boy on some distant plant had drawn a knife with the intent of cutting off his balls, it had been a great fantasy. He and the native had been having sex of the kind that every thirteen year-old dreams about. The young alien boy had been sucking his dick while Peter lay there enjoying every last lick of his four inch [10 cm] rock-hard penis.

Peter stretched his naked body and let his hand stray down to his still hard dick. D**n, he thought as he discovered that there was cum all over his dick head and the surrounding sheets. His mother was going to be really mad when she saw that. That was some dream! Wait, this was the day that she went to work early, he remembered. There was time to wash the sheets before she got home. She didn't have to know that he had had another wet dream

The boy quickly got up and stripped his bed of the soiled sheets. Still naked he carried them to the laundry room, placed them in the machine, and started the cycle. That taken care of, Peter decided that what he now needed was a swim before breakfast. Maybe that old space man will be there like he usually was. After all, the two of them had seen each other a few times before and were getting to know each other well. Even with the sophisticated monitoring devices of the twenty-third century (as time was still counted), it was still good to swim with someone else in the pool and, besides, the guy offered other enticements as well as companionship.

He stood there for a moment contemplating his swim as he ran his hands over his naked body. At thirteen, Peter stood about 5ft 4in [1.60 m] tall and weighed 140 lbs. [64 kg]. He was one of those lean boys with low body fat typical of a lot of boys becoming men. The beginnings of well-defined muscles (particularly his arms, chest, and abs) from the time that he spent on his school's wrestling and swim teams gave him a good-looking, athletic body that a lot of adult men would have been proud to have. His flaccid two and a half inch [6 cm] penis hung over good-sized, well-formed balls that were carried close to his body. Like all men and boys of the twenty-third century, at an early age he had been treated electronically so that all hair below his head was permanently removed. The time that he had spent in the sun on the deck beside the pool had given him a healthy tan over his entire adolescent body.

***

The main swimming pool at the apartment complex was intended for swimming laps and not for aerobics which were held in another room in a much smaller pool. The apartment management kept the two groups of users separate and satisfied by having the aerobic pool heated to 31 degrees Celsius [88 F] while the lap pool was maintained at 28 C. [82 F]. That made the aerobic pool unattractive to swimmers while the lap pool was too cool to attract walkers. The 25 meter [80 ft.] lap pool was therefore often unused during the business day, except for retirees like Bert and kids like Peter. However, early in the morning, almost no one used the pool except for the few dedicated swimmers like Bert and Peter.

When Bert opened the door to the locker room, the first thing that he noticed was the sound of running water in the adjacent shower area. He smiled to himself thinking That must be Peter. He must have gotten here first this morning. Then, walking the short distance through the locker room to the big group shower room he saw the boy soaping his naked body under the cascade of warm water.

Peter was in the process of soaping his hard penis. His eyes were closed as his right hand slowly moved up and down its shaft while his left was busy caressing first one and then the other of his dime-sized brown nipples.

The fact that Peter made no effort to conceal his presence let the old spaceman know that the boy knew that it was him and that he didn't care if he saw him masturbating in the shower. Bert's own cock hardened at the sight of the good-looking thirteen year-old boy with the water running over his firm, young body. He reached down and started to stroke his own organ as he watched the scene unfold before his half-glazed eyes. Bert doubted that Peter knew the full extent that his morning performance had on him and how he had come to look forward to these encounters in the locker room showers.

Bert moved up close to Peter and turned on the shower next to the boy. As the water began to flow from the adjacent shower, Peter looked in Bert's direction and smiled as he continued to stroke his hard dick as the warm water continued to flow over his adolescent body.

"I knew that was you, Bert," said Peter.

"One of these days you're going to think it's me and it will be someone from the apartment staff and then you'll have fun trying to explain yourself," responded Bert with a half a smile on his lined face.

"I'll take my chances. After all, the apartment management knows that few people use the pool this time of day and let's face it, they're not exactly balls of fire when it comes to checking out the place," responded Peter.

Both of them laughed and continued to stroke their dicks under the cascade of warm water. Slowly, almost unconsciously, they moved closer to one another. Then they reached out with their free hands and began to soap each other's bodies.

In another moment their lips found each other and they kissed passionately as they continued to explore their own and each other's bodies. Moments later, the orgasms that followed sent bursts of cum all over each other's bodies. While this was a routine occurrence for a boy of thirteen like Peter, it was something that a man of 57 like Bert only achieved when stimulated by his much younger sex partner.

Once they had washed the cum from their bodies, they turned off the showers and headed for the lap pool. Bert always liked to let Peter walk ahead of him so that he could admire the boy's firm bubble butt as he walked naked to the pool.

***

Once they had finished their swim, as was becoming their custom, Bert invited Peter back to his apartment for coffee and a brioche. Naked save for their damp towels, the two of them walked back to Bert's apartment. Bert liked the way that Canaveral City not only tolerated nudity but quietly encouraged it among its diverse inhabitants. That meant that both the young and the old could work on their overall tans without anyone getting uptight about them being nude.

Bert opened the door to his apartment and stepped back to let Peter enter. Today's the day, the old space man thought as he envied Peter's firm butt as it moved tantalizingly through the door of his unit.

"Give me a minute to make some fresh coffee. You know where I keep the brioche. Help yourself, if you want," he said to Peter.

The boy found the breadbox on the counter beside the stove and brought out a cardboard box with several of the fresh pastries in it. Then he reached up on the shelf above and retrieved two salad plates before putting a brioche on each plate. Then he heated first one and then the other in the micro-wave so that they would be 'oven warm' with the coffee.

Minutes later they were drinking hot coffee and enjoying the warm pastries as they talked across the kitchen table.

"You still want to go into space like I did?" Bert asked his young friend.

"You know that I do," replied Peter his face changing to a serious expression for the first time that morning.

"Suppose that you could go right now, this very day. Suppose I could make it happen right now. Would you be willing to leave your mother and go into space?" asked Bert with an expression on his face that indicated that he was not just kidding around with his young friend.

"I'd give anything to get off this planet and go into space. Leaving my mother would not be hard if I could escape the boredom of living on this outpost . Heck, we don't even have interplanetary passenger service here except for once a week. How much more backwater can you get?" replied the boy with a frustrated look on his young face.

"During my travels around the galaxy, I encountered many people from many races and a lot things that they could do that we cannot. Some would say that we're not supposed to do those things while others would see them as great opportunities to advance our civilization. Some of those things are legal and some are not. On one of my voyages, I learned about a drug made from a rare plant that enables two people to exchange consciousness so that in effect they inhabit each other's bodies. How would you feel about becoming me while I became you for a while. You could go into space as me while I could do what I always wanted and further my education by becoming you."

"You're making this up," said a skeptical Peter looking at Bert like he had lost his mind. "Exchanging bodies is the stuff of science fiction stories or of fairy tales. There's no way that you can do that, is there?"

"Suppose that there were. Would you do it?" asked Bert as he smiled mischievously at Peter.

The boy hesitated for a moment looking deeply at a spot on the wall before replying "Yes, I think that I would. I really don't want to wait until I'm older to go into space. I'm tired of school and the routine of this outpost while all of the action is up there in space. My mother would have left years ago, if she had any place to go. If my father hadn't died in that mining explosion, we wouldn't be living here anyway."

Bert walked over to the cabinet and came back with a small bottle greenish liquid and placed it on the table between the two of them. The bottle seemed to glow softly even in the bright lights of the kitchen. Peter looked at the bottle and then at Bert and said "Is this for real or are you just playing with me? If this is real, then tell me what I need to do to make it happen."

"We each drink half of the bottle. Then, we kiss and the exchange takes place. It's as simple as that, or so I saw it happen when I witnessed it done a couple of years ago."

Peter picked up the bottle, looked at it intently, and then opened it. He stared at it for a moment and then said "What the Hell, let's try it. What have we got to lose?" Then, he drank half of it and handed it to Bert.

Bert took the bottle and smiled. Then he drank his portion saying "Bottoms up!"

Peter felt strange and light headed. There was a warm feeling that was enveloping him. Bert came around ton his side of the table and pulled him to his feet. Then, the older man kissed him full on the lips as their naked bodies pressed against each other. Peter could feel his heart racing or was that Bert's heart? There was a sensation that they were locked together at the lips followed by a feeling of utmost peace. Then, things went blank.

***

Two weeks later, 'Bert' was outbound on the passenger ship Andromeda headed for the major colony on Rigel Seven. Other crew members on the ship were surprised that an older guy like Bert would be interested in working as a waiter on a passenger ship after a career moving freight around the galaxy, but, hey, a lot of older guys just couldn't take retirement. Even they had to admit that the old guy was eager to learn and eager to please. Then too, rumor had it that he was a whiz in bed and could satisfy even the most jaded passenger's needs.

Back on Terra Nova the teachers at Peter's school were impressed at the change in the boy since last term. Here was a kid that had only been going through the motions who now seemed to be truly motivated. His newly acquired interest in science was particularly noted as was his request to audit astrophysics so that he could take the course for credit next semester. It was strange how much more mature he seemed to have become over the summer, but, hey, some kids just seem to grow up overnight.

The End