The first sensation David became aware of was smell. The air was different, fresher somehow. Was that the ocean? It certainly smelled like the salty air he had experienced each summer vacationing with the family in Hawaii, but how...?
Wait a minute, he thought. How do I smell the ocean air during rush hour in Los Angeles? He tried to open his eyes, but nothing happened. He could feel his pulse start to race at the thought that he was falling asleep while driving down the interstate, but then he remembered.
He was flying down the expressway, locked into the mad race with the rest of the evening commuters, when he heard the squeal of brakes and stopping tires and saw the cars in front of him swerving to avoid...what? His last memory was looking into his rearview mirror and seeing the oncoming tractor trailer filling the reflection, its trailer skittering sideways as he locked his brakes to stop, the driver's panic stricken face getting closer and closer...and now blackness.
David was a middle-aged, middle manager for a distribution company in the LA area. Everything about his life could be defined as middle. He had the modest home in the suburbs, modest wife and two normal, semi well adjusted children. Even his dog was unremarkable. Everything about his life was middle of the road and had been for as long as he could remember. He put in his time each day, came home, had a few drinks, went to bed and woke up each morning to repeat the process. He played golf on the weekends, fucked his wife once a week, twice if she let him, and went to church only as often as his conscience let him get away with. His taxes were paid, his housekeeper was legal, even though the landscaper wasn't and his friends were all like him: half prisoners of a life they couldn't or wouldn't break out of.
His only outlet, the one thing he hid from everyone around him, was his online life. While a lot of men were like him, seeking pleasure from the reassuring screen of their computer, David knew that his fantasies were outside the norm, not quite mainstream. Nothing outright perverse mind you, no bondage, scat or anything of the like. It was just that, somehow over the years, the same mindless images and videos no longer did much for him. He still thrilled over the big busted vixens and their feigned pleasure in the huge cocks that serviced them. He felt empty somehow, didn't get the same rush he used to and late at night, as he released himself into yet another wad of tissues, he wondered if there was something else out there. Something that would give him that same thrill again, something that could pump some life back into his nonexistent one again.
His self examination of his life was cut short when his eyes flew open. Was he dead? He was staring at a ceiling fan, slowly turning above him. Sunlight bathed the ceiling and he started to rise, but was unable. Well, if he was dead, it might take a while for everything to start working again.
He laid there the smell of the ocean still filling his nose, when he became aware that he could now hear the ocean! The faint crash of surf could be heard and he strained his senses for more input.
He next became aware of the feel of the soft mattress and cool sheets he was laying on. From the feel of the fabric on his skin, he must be naked. Well, we all come into the world naked, may as well depart it the same way, he thought.
David still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but his mind turned to the ones he may or may not have left behind. While not loveless, the marriage he had was definitely in a rut, but his life insurance was paid up, the bills current and his wife would not be left in the lurch. His kids' futures were set, the college funds faithfully fed each month, and he took reassurance in this.
Something loomed at the bottom of his vision and David strained his eyes to tell what it was. As quickly as it was there, it was gone. His first thought was that he was seeing his penis rise up before him, but that hadn't happened in the morning in years and even if it had, his middle-aged gut would have hid it. In his attempt to get a look, he found his head slowly rising and he looked down his body.
First of all, his gut was gone, replaced by a lean build he hadn't had in thirty years and apparently, that had been his penis. It was now bobbing over his flat stomach, hard as a spike and eyeing him like a one eyed snake. He found that his arms worked and he reached down to grasp it and hefted it for examination.
This was definitely not his penis, he thought. His penis was just south of average, unremarkable in every feature. This penis, no, this was a cock. This cock was much bigger, not a monstrosity, but thicker and longer and more, more....beautifully shaped than his.
Well, he thought, it was attached to his body and was definitely working, so it must now be his. David raised his body off the big white bed and swung his legs over the side.
Where the wall should be was open to the outside, filmy curtains fluttering in the breeze. He could see a large lawn off the covered patio just outside, leading down to what was definitely a beach, the large waves splashing against the shore. David looked about the room. It was large and sumptuous, well appointed with expensive looking furnishings, thick, white carpet and two doors on opposing walls. Hoping that one of these led to a bathroom, he rose and walked over.
He entered a spacious, marble outfitted bath, with a large open shower and sunken tub. As he was walking past the vanity, he caught sight of himself out of the corner of his eye and pulled up in amazement. Gone were the lines and folds of extra flesh from his older face, replaced by the smooth, unwrinkled skin of a much younger David. Pressing his face close to the glass, he surmised that he now was only twenty or so. He spied a full length mirror on a door in the bath and stood before it. Definitely not 45, he thought. His body was tight and lean, no spare fat anywhere. It was his younger self, but in much better shape. Even at that age, he hadn't been this fit, he thought. What was going on here? Finding the toilet, he took care of business, and then reentered the bedroom.
That hadn't been there before, he thought. A thick, white bathrobe lay on the bed. He looked around urgently for any sign of where it might have come from, but saw nothing or no one. He shrugged into the robe and exited through the other door.
The side of the house facing the lawn was open to the outside the length of the house, allowing the fresh air of the sea to permeate the living area. He found himself in what must be the living room, similarly expensive looking furnishings filling it and the dining room adjacent. Looking past, he could see a door leading off the dining area and walked towards it. Coming close he could hear sounds from within: a cabinet shutting, a cup being placed on a counter and then the tinkle of a spoon stirring something. He took a deep breath and entered.
A black haired woman stood with her back to him in front of a coffee maker, stirring a cup of steaming coffee. She placed the spoon on the counter and lifting the cup, turned towards him.
"I remember that you took yours with two sugars and cream, right?"
That voice, that black hair...it was his mother!
As she turned to face him, David was taken back in time to his childhood. The woman before him was, like him, a much younger version of the person who had died of cancer not three years ago. Her blue eyes had a sparkle he hadn't seen in ages, her face smooth and unwrinkled from the strains of being a single mother. She wore a robe much like his, belted at the waist, but much more fitted. David found his eyes drawn down his mother's neck to where her robe opened slightly, allowing him to glimpse his mother's apparently unencumbered breasts, the large globes shifting as she walked forwards and extended the cup of coffee to him, a smile on her face.
"Same old David. Even in death trying to snatch a look at your Mom's tits."
Chastened, David jerked his attention back to her face.
"So, I am dead?"
His mother nodded, "As a doornail. It will definitely be a closed casket. Tractor-trailers are very unforgiving."
"What about my..."
"Family? They'll be fine. You provided well for them and in time, they will all move on with their lives."
David nodded and paused to take a sip of his coffee. It was perfect. In fact, it was the blend that he had first discovered on a vacation in Costa Rica. He hadn't had it in years!
"So, what is this place? Is it heaven?" He gazed around at the expensive appliances and fixtures. "It can't be hell. They don't have Viking stoves in hell, do they?"
His mother laughed. Unlike the world weary hack she had at the end, this one was full of life and care free.
"No, it's not heaven and definitely not hell, but we have time to discuss all that. How's the coffee?"
"Perfect! So, if I'm dead and you're dead, is this what happens after? We revert back to our younger selves?"
His mother paused before speaking.
"After a fashion, I guess that's true. I take it you have noticed that all is not what it was or even the same as when you were younger?"
David thought about his pe...cock and how it was the one he'd wished he had all these years. He noticed his mother looking at him knowingly, a smirk on her face.
