Best Player Around

Originally Posted on Tumblr: Nov, 9th 2020

 

Original A/N: Tried to write a caption..made a whole story.   

You see that hunk walking down the street. Well, a few months ago, he used to be my little boy. Wait, did he? No, He’s, my roommate. Wait, He’s only supposed to be a kid. I know. looks big for his age. The truth is that MAN there is 24. How had my son turned into that?

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“Come on, it’s not a big deal, you’ll do great in the next one.” I pulled my son, Henry, close and held him in my arms.  His blue and white soccer uniform had snot and tears falling onto it. He had been crying due to messing up in the soccer game. Of course, it was a children’s league, and most parents weren’t interested, but my son took it super hard. Didn’t help that his teammates blamed him for losing.

Was I mad? of course. I watched the game same as the other parents. Except for the ones talking on their phones. Oh wait, that was all of them! None of them cared how their child was doing. Not that I’m blaming them, after work watching a game could be exhausting. Though Henry’s teammates were tripping and losing the ball a fair number of times. However, all of them yelled at my boy instead of taking responsibility for themselves.

I didn’t intervene, because my son had long ago told me having his father step in to defend him was embarrassing. The other boys would laugh and call him a baby behind his back. It made my blood boil. Henry and I only had each other, so not defending him took a lot of energy. Instead, I hoped the other parents would step in and dissuade their kids. What fool I was! The other parents were just as disinterested in the children’s petty squabbles as they were with the game. Eventually they all dragged their boys off to go home.

That’s how I got left alone with Henry in the field. I carried my son in my arms, assuring him it was all okay, all the way back to our car. I put him in the back seat and drove off. He must have tired himself out because he fell asleep after shedding his tears. He deserved a rest, after all, the real annoyance would begin soon. You see we live in small east coast city; word gets around fast. And now that it’s Summer the word, my son screwed up the soccer game would be a major topic.

I wasn’t being pessimist. This was just the pattern in this town; something happens especially related to sports and the whole town will talk it to death. Like last summer 2 male high school seniors from opposing teams were caught making out. Or the year before, A middle schooler baseball star got strikes out every turn at bat. To be fair there wasn’t much else worth doing in this town besides talking, but I didn’t want my son to be the topic of that.

When we arrived home, I picked my son up out of the car and carried him in. “You’re getting a little too big for me to keep doing this.” I chuckled kissing his sleeping face. It was a struggle, but one I’d keep doing for as long as I could. I walked into the house and upstairs put him in his bed.

There had to be something I could do to cheer him up. And I knew the answer! First, I had to look for a candle. I went through the cabinets and even the cupboards. I was going to pick some up tomorrow, but perhaps there was one laying around.  Luckily, I happened to find one tucked away in the kitchen. No idea how it got there. It had a rather interesting design, gold and silver swirls all around. But it was small enough to fit on a cupcake, so I snatched it up and plopped it onto one from the fridge.  Carefully walking up to Henry’s room, I woke him up.

“Huh daddy?” He rubbed his eyes, just as I finished lighting the candle.

I presented it to him, “I know your Birthday isn’t till tomorrow, but I feel you could use a pick me up.”

My son reached out for it but stuck his hand back, “What happened to no dessert before dinner?” That made me laugh; he thought I was testing him. The truth was I knew he loved chocolate, and a chocolate cupcake would lighten his mood.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just make a wish and eat your cupcake.” His will just wasn’t strong enough to argue against the sweet deliciousness staring him in the face. Henry blew out the candle then snatched the cupcake from me, eager to bite in.

“What did you wish for Buddy boy?” I rubbed his head, using my favorite nickname for him.                          

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.” Crumbs spat out of his mouth. Normally that would put me on a small lecture, but I let it slide for today. When he was done, I took the cupcake remains and returned downstairs.

I sprawled out on the couch laying on my back and flipped on the TV. I undid my tie throwing it across the arm of the couch. I reclined unbuttoning my work uniform. A simple dress shirt and black slacks, but it felt like escaping prison. The news never had anything good going on. Flipping through the channels I sighed, I was doomed to watch another trash reality tv show. While I was laying there my son came down, still in his soccer uniform. Thankfully, no more tear stains or snot in sight. Part of me ached to tell him to go change but decided it could slip by tonight. He plopped down right on top of me, so we were laying stomach to stomach.

“Whacha doing?” he asked throwing an arm on my chest he could rest on.  

“I was watching TV before you tried to turn me into your personal bed.” I joked.

“Sorry I got you upset.” He said quietly.

“Buddy boy you didn’t get me upset your team did.” He didn’t look like he believed me. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket. I pulled out his first ever school picture. “You see this. I keep your picture in my wallet because I want you close to me.” I lightly pinched his cheek. “I’m always going to be there for you. Even on the days when you do get me upset.” I smiled down at him. We talked about absolutely nothing for the next few minutes. I don’t know how else to describe it. Kids will start talking about random things, then take you on a tangent. It’s a rabbit hole of no return.

No idea when we fell asleep, but my son was laying on top of me knocked out. I turned my head to the clock. I couldn’t find my wallet either. Maybe it fell onto the floor? Whatever, I could look for it later.

11:59pm

Crap, we stayed down here until almost midnight! One of the times I could be glad it was summer. No need to carry him upstairs and get him ready for bed. I sat there in the dark of our living room just listening to the silence and watching my son sleep. The clock ticked over to midnight.

Something brushed against my pants leg.  Already knew it was my son’s socked feet so happily let him kick around in his sleepy state. I rubbed a hand across his back and closed my eyes again. Both father and son had fallen asleep on the couch in our uniforms. We were quite a pair. There was an immense pressure growing on my chest, where my son lay. I shimmed trying to get more comfortable. I knew my boy was getting heavier every day, but heck maybe I was getting old! Sounds of fabric tearing filled the air. Then something brushed against my leg that was much thicker than my son’s foot. I opened my eyes slowly praying no strange critters made their way into our house.

Upon looking at my chest I had to blink multiple times. The night must have been playing tricks on me; It looked like my son had hit a growth spurt. As he slept his body grew closer toward my neck, his spine was lengthening. Spotting his feet, I saw they had torn through his socks and stretched further. They traveled along my leg until we were practically playing footsie.  I gently shook my boy awake trying to deny that I was going crazy.

Waking him was probably my biggest mistake, because as soon as his eyes opened, his body exploded with muscle. Like a weight crushing my chest his pecs pushed into me as he got heavier. His soccer uniform started to tear he was way too big for it. He sat up on my lap; his sculpted ass aligned with my crotch. His cheeks rumbled as his soccer shorts began riding up, looking like a second pair of briefs. On either side of me Henry’s thighs exploded with power, and his ass finally spilled out.

Meanwhile, in the front I could see Henry’s cock poking out the leg of his shorts. And it certainly was a cock for a man, long, thick, not even hard yet. It kept stretching out like a fire hose. His nuts swelled like grapefruits, falling out of his underwear. The coming form, that entire package, I could feel them, churning, producing testosterone, making a man. Henry pulled at his shirt as his chest grew, and his shoulders demanded space. His nipples poked out from underneath his shirt Rock hard and ready to be sucked. I thought I was having a surreal dream reached forward and tweaked a nipple.

Henry came hard on my black dress slacks. Just my luck. His cum was thick and even shot onto my shirt.

“Guh!” Henry groaned, voice cracking, as his pectorals barreled out, and his back broadened to keep up. He hunched his shoulders before they inflated with power. His arms grew big, with powerful skull crushing hands, the sleeves ripped from his shirt exposing his blond armpit hair. With a strong push of his chest forward, Henry’s shirt exploded. The fabric could no longer contain the muscle.

He came again, shooting farther up my shirt. The veins in his neck bulged as it thickened. Henry was sweating now, as the changes flowed through him.

“Daddy help me?” He begged and that snapped me out of whatever stupor I was in. His voice was still the same, but that wouldn’t last because his balls sheer size would attest to that. As if on cue Henry’s voice plummeted to depths deeper than the ocean. He blew another load of cum onto my soaked pants, this time it manage to hit me in the face.

“Is that my voice, Daddy?” Henry felt his neck and let his finger flow down do his chest.  The moment he touched them his pecs grew bigger, then had the audacity to grow again. His waist formed a perfect V cut. Then his cock throbbed.

SPURT.

Another cum shot. Landed in my hair and could be traced back to the course of the cock still oozing. I didn’t move and not just because I was unable to, but because I was stunned. My little boy had just gone through some intense puberty right on my lap. Well, he wasn’t exactly a ‘boy’ any more like a young man.

Henry fell onto me and our chest collided, though he knocked the air right out of me. The cum got slathered between us as my son wrapped his arms around my neck. He was trying to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t breathe. It didn’t matter whether it was his chest crushing my lungs of his monstrous arms strangling my windpipe; I needed air.  I tapped him on the back!

“Buddy boy, get up.!”  He did very reluctantly, eyes half drooping. That’s when I realized the living room stunk. Pure grade raw masculinity: a mixture of  Henry’s sweat, and semen had overtaken the area.

I finally realized I was tripping’ balls. Now I hadn’t smoked weed since college, but that was the only explanation. My dreams always got weird after a joint. Clearly, the real Henry was at a sleepover or something and I definitely had a lot of…something. I watch as  Henry studied his hands. Yeah, a strange dream that’s all it was. I dreamed my son had turned into a muscular  young man who came up to my nose. That was just crazy.

“I gotta get to bed.” I stated. Moving toward the stairs.

“What about my bath daddy?” The young man asked with his husky voice. I turned around to look at him. Had I dreamed I was with a one-night stand that had some sort of daddy fetish. Not really my thing, but this dream didn’t seem in a rush to let me go. I hope it would take mercy on me if I played along. And to be fair the young man did need a bath his scent had my cock hard since the moment he came on me. Not to mention seeing his own cum clinging to his body was a turn on.

“Okay… ‘Henry’, you know what to do.” He slipped out of his pants, or what tatters remained of them. His ass checks were so firm he had to reach in and pull out his briefs to take them off. The young man smiled running past me. His footsteps echoed throughout the hall, a man who didn’t know his own weight. Looking at the floor, I spotted the very same underwear I had dressed Henry in that morning. This dream was being way more invasive than I liked.

I walked to our bathroom and started the tub, adding in the bubble mixture. Henry liked bubbles so I assumed whatever delusion fling was in my head liked them too. Footsteps bounded down the hall as the young man came in carrying my son’s action figure. Part of me wanted to snatch them out of his hand she was touching my son’s things, but since it was all just a dream that just meant it wasn’t really my son’s things. He climbed in and looked at me expectantly. I played along, grabbing a washcloth and cleaning him while he played with his toys. Were my wholesome dreams and horny dreams invading each other. Either give me a sweet moment between me and my boy or give me a hot guy.

Continuing to wash ‘Henry’ while he played, I noticed there was less room in the tub. I kept washing him, until I noticed he had stopped paying with his toys and just sat letting me clean.

“What’s the matter bored already?” I asked

“I don’t want to bring toys in the tub. That’s what babies do. It isn’t fun anymore.” He said it so matter of fact, it shocked me a bit. Then he looked at me, his skin turning red. “Sorry, I peed on you.”

“Peed?” I started to ask, but he pointed to the cum sill in my hair. Gross, I had forgot all about it! I ran to the sink and got it out.

‘I tried to stop it! Honestly, I did. But the white pee kept coming.”

“Oh boy did it.” I thought. I walked back over to him with my now damp hair. “It’s fine. come on time to put you to bed.” Henry stood up and I helped stepped out the bathtub for balance as he cradle his toys in his hands. Bending down I dried off his legs with a towel and worked my way up. Even through the fabric I could feel the power of his muscles, the curvatures and the

When we were finally standing face to face, I noticed Henry was looking me staring in the eyes. The young man had grown in the bathtub and we were now the same height. I was 5’10 and now this young man was too?! This dream needed to end. But would acting out my son’s nightly routine really be the answer? He ran to his bedroom butt naked and I followed him. The young man threw Henry’s toys into the toy chest. However, what caught my attention was what was sitting on his bed. Typically, I laid out Henry’s pajamas before his bath but hadn’t done it tonight. Yet somehow there was an oversized onesie similar to a small one I had bought my son Henry. Clothes, appearing out of thin air? I shrugged. I guess that’s what made it a dream. I rolled with.

“Time to put on your Pjs.” I held out the might clothes and watched, The young man step into them. He crawled into bed and asked if I would read him a story. “Not tonight it’s very late buddy boy.” I walked over and tucked him into bed. Kissing him on the head he smiled.

“Daddy, I really happy my wish came true.” He smiled before dozing off. Darkness flooded the room with a flick of the light switch. Sounds of shifting came from underneath the covers. I turned around Henry was already out, but it look like his pajamas were shifting. I shook my head nope it was time for bed. Walking into my own bedroom I threw me cum stained clothes on the floor, hopping into bed with only my boxers on. I closed my eyes and sleep overtook me too.

The next morning, I woke up feeling better than ever. I woke up stretching with a smile. I spotted my clothes on the floor thrown the same way they had been in the dream. It seemed that the real world had influenced my dreams. I must have walked up here after putting Henry to bed Though I couldn’t recall doing that outside of the dream. Anyway, there was no time for that, I had to make my little man breakfast.  I headed straight for the kitchen no detours. Eggs, bacon, biscuits, the works! Nothing was too good for Henry on his birthday. Catching the clock, I saw that it was 11:30. Had I slept that late? The party was going to be in a few hours. Thankfully, Henry could eat non-stop. He’d be ready for cake in no time.

Placing his food on a tray, I made my way upstairs. Special days meant special occasions like eating in one’s room. I wish I had been paying attention when I entered his room, but I was too focused on singing “Happy birthday”, while keeping the food steady.

My eyes flew up to see a massive figure balled up in my son’s bed, covering his head with the pillow. I was scared shitless. There was a stranger in my son’s bed.  The tray didn’t fall out of my hands, in fact my grip got tighter. My eyes darted around the room. It had changed. I didn’t see my son’s toy chest, or anything that related to what a ten-year-old boy likes. Instead, there were sports posters on the wall, an electric guitar in the corner, and a soccer ball on the ground next to discarded cleats that were 3x too large to be for my son.

“Who the hell are you?!” I shouted. The young man in bed jolted up.

“Daddy, what the heck?” The young man looked at me.

“How did you get in my son’s room?”  Not only that I wondered. How had he come in and changed the room without me noticing. An even better question why.

“I am your son.” The young man said, rubbing his eyes. He caught sight of his hands, “Wow! It wasn’t a dream my wish came true daddy!”

“W-what wished?” Contemplating how fast I could make it to the phone and call the cops.

“From the cupcake you gave me,” The young man smiled innocently.

Okay I was getting it. Last night wasn’t a dream. My son had really grown into a young man right on top of me. I set the food down and walked over to him, sitting on the side of his bed I cupped his face. When I looked closer, I could see his face was still boyish. This was Henry. I wrapped him in a hug. I kissed his forehead, I cradled him, I smelt him, I cried.

“Daddy what’s wrong?” he asked, it was weird hearing such a deep voice use such a innocent sentence.

“You,” I held his shoulders, “What happened to you?!”

“It’s just my birthday wish.” Henry giggled. No awareness of what he had done.

“Birthday wish?” Then I remembered he had been talking about the cupcake. “What was it? Your wish.”

“I wanted to be bigger and better at soccer than the other boys on the team… Oh and smarter! And… I wanted to be old enough, so you don’t have to worry about me.” His eyes looked away from me, ashamed.

I hugged his head, “Oh buddy boy I’m your dad. I’ll worry about you no matter how old you get.”

. “You think my team is going to be so surprised when they see me at the party?!” He bounced in the bed

“Oh, shit the party!” I got up. There was no way they could see him like this, “We can’t have the party. No one would recognize you.”

“We could just tell them. They’re going to be so surprised and shocked once I beat them in a soccer match.”

Placing a hand on his shoulders, I got him to dial back the energy, “Let me talk to the parents see if we can delay that party, while you eat your breakfast.” I put the tray in his lap and turned to exit. I noticed there were trophies lined up on the wall. I reached a hand a plucked one off. It read: MVP HENRI MCNEER

I snorted they spelt Henry’s name wrong. Placing the trophy back I excited the room. I dialed up Michelle Withers, her son went to school with Henry. They got along great and fortunately he wasn’t on the team that ganged up on my son yesterday. Thank god. I couldn’t deal with another one of those parents right now. They all had this condescending air about them, that somehow because I was younger and they had 2 kids they knew more about being a parent then I did.

Michelle, however, was always a breath of fresh air. Her son, Jayden and Henry played on their school soccer team and the parents there were much more my speed. I dialed her number.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey Michielle, what’s up? Bad news Henry’s come down with something, so I have to cancel the party.”  I was standing in my bedroom, looking at a photo of me and Henry. We had gone on vacation and were standing in front of a hiking trail. I smiled looking at Henry’s missing teeth. How was I supposed to help turn him back into my boy?

There was a long pause before she spoke, “Hey Daniel! It’s good to hear from you! Who’s Henry?”

“My son.” Duh

“Son? Oh, you mean Henrik!”

“No, I mean Henri my son, on the team with your son Jayden.” I glanced over at the photo. Henry and I were standing with our arms around each other’s necks smiling, giving a thumbs up.

Michele laughed, “That’s a good one! Don’t you think Henrik is a bit too old to play on my son’s team?”

I froze. How did she know that Henry had grown? And why was she calling him Henrik? Why had the photo just changed? Then again, I couldn’t recall what it had been before.

“Don’t get me wrong,” She continued, “I’m very grateful he takes the time to train Jayden. You have a great roommate.” She hung up.

That was right, I didn’t have the money to continue staying in the house myself, so I got a roommate. The photo was taken when Henrik and I had gone on vacation.

No! What?

I shook my head. My house wasn’t even that expensive. Henrik was my son! “I mean Henry!” I shouted to no one. Rushing over to my night stand I pulled the photo out of the frame. Scanning it over I found no second photo or any tricks. The changes weren’t only happening to my son. They were affecting everything that had to do with my son. I ran out the room downstairs. We had tons of pictures of us on the walls and tables. I scooped them up. It was clear the changed affected my memory theses photos were the only proof I’d have I wasn’t crazy. I couldn’t let the changes get to them. Only 4 were in my hands when I heard my son trouncing down the steps.

He was wearing a tight black t shirt and gray pajama bottoms. Hadn’t he gone to sleep in something different? He carried his tray into the kitchen and came out catching his stomach.

“Dad I was thinking about going to the park and kick around the soccer ball see if any of the guys show up.”

“What guys— Actually never mind that, your way to you to go off on your own.”

“Dad I’m old enough to vote I think I can handle walking to a park.” He sauntered upstairs.

Old enough to vote, that was ridiculous he was only…only. How old was Henry? Well, if we’ve been roommates for 5 years we probably met when he was. I shook my head and said that wasn’t right. The math in my head wasn’t adding up. Henry came downstairs confidently; ball tucked securely under his arm.

“Be back before 3!” I shouted. He closed the door giving me a thumbs up. I couldn’t be too upset. Him being out gave me time to set up his party. I started hanging up streamers and banners. Henry loves white and blue. I took special paper plates with animals on them.  He’d love that. By the time I was done the party was all ready to go. And it was only 2:30.

The photos I had collected earlier were still bunched up on the living room coffee table. I walked to collect them. They should be on display around the house. They were precious memories of Henrik and I spending our time together as friends. I shook my head. Henry. Henry. Bending over to pick up the framed photos, I noticed clothes perfectly folded on the couch. A white soccer uniform. Must have been Henry’s, but his uniform was blue, not to mention he tore through it. Picking up the clothes I found they were perfectly intact, and the perfect size for henry. Might show off his body a bit, but why would I think he’d burst through them.

At 3:00 Henry should have been back, but he wasn’t. At 3:45 the guests were absent also by 20 mins. I knew Henry was old enough to be on his own, but I was worried about my son. I took off not caring if any guest showed and ran to the park.

The park around our way isn’t a small corner, it’s a decently sized are, though there was only one section I could think to look: the section with the goal post. Sure, enough, I found Henry sitting under a tree, knees to his chest and crying.

“Henry! Are you okay?” I ran up to him and kneeled at his side.

“Dad?” He threw his strong arms around me, “I was so scared.”

“What happened, something the other guys did?” He shook his head in my shoulder,

“No, I was playing good, really good. Better than even the older kids here. Then this girl showed up. She asked for my number, so I gave her the house phone. But then when she asked if I lived around here, I told her I did. She asked where and I couldn’t tell her.” He looked at me tears silently travelled down his face. “Dad, I couldn’t remember how to get home. Even though I’ve done it so many times before. I was so scared you wouldn’t come.” He hugged me again.

“Oh, buddy boy,” I comforted him, rubbing his back. “I’ll always be here for you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Y-you mean it,” He wiped away his tear.

“Of course! And don’t beat yourself about not being able to find your way back you’re just a kid.” We both looked at each other when I said that. Like the knowledge I knew was conflicting with what I saw. He was a kid. What the hell was I thinking letting him go to a park alone?! But earlier I had been so sure it was okay. Holding out my hand, I pulled him up. We walked home with him holding my hand all the way.

No one was waiting on the steps for the birthday party either. Disappointed, but not surprised.  Okay that wasn’t true. While I was under no illusions his club soccer teammates would not be likely to show after they turned him into a scapegoat, I thought at least his school friends would be here. How could they all just abandon my son on his birthday?

Henry didn’t seem to mind, As I decided to make it a day for the two of us. I snapped a party hat on his head and took a picture. He was so cute. Though it did look a bit childish. Scanning the room, the whole event looked quite childish for some one of Henry’s age. How old was he turning? When I retrieved the cake, I hopped the candles would give me some answers, but I had just bought a pack with multiple candles.

With a sigh I stuck an indiscriminate number of candles into the cake, A fairly simple cake white frosting, chocolate on the inside, soccer designs on the side. A picture of young Henrik adorned the cake. I thought it was precious. Lighting the candles, I brought the cake out, Henrik jumped for joy. We sat and ate a slice of cake alone on our living room couch watching a movie. Not going to lie I was concerned as to why not a single person came to Henrik’s party.

After we finished eating Henrik tried to snuggle up to me on the couch like he did when he was little. When he was little? Henrik and I met as adults. He didn’t snuggle, at least not to me. Even if we were in the room together, he’s the kind of guy that man spread. Not because he’s rude, but because his cock really needs that much space and his thick thighs always secured it. The way he was acting now was more like my boy, Henry. Wait, Henry?

“Henry!” I turned to the young man laying on me. I grabbed is face. “I almost forgot. I almost forgot you were my son. I think your wish it’s doing something to my brain.”

“I think it’s affecting me too dad. I don’t feel like a kid that much anymore. Even when I was talking to that girl at the park. I was talking about things that adults do like…sex.”

I arched an eyebrow, but my heart dropped Henry was too young for this, “What do you know about sex?”

“Nothing, but I think I’ve had it before. Lots of times actually. As if the memories are on the cusps of forming.” He looked down at his lap. “Dad, I think I want to have sex.”

The way he was talking did sound less like a child. He was confident and had a clear diction. It made me nervous but being strong for my boy was nothing new.  Massaging my head, I pondered what to say. Should I encourage him or deterrer him? I had a feeling it didn’t matter because the wish he made was going to make us forget he was ever a kid which meant eventually he would have sex. Holding his much larger hands in my own I decided what to say.

“Remember when you peed on me?”

Henry blushed, “Yeah, I know that was cum now.” He facepalmed, “Geez I jizzed on my dad.”

I brushed that part aside. “Okay so if you cum inside of a girl. You’re cum will unite with a egg inside of her and they will fuse to make a baby. That’s why you always have to wear condoms.”  The process was more complicated in that, but I was sure the wish would fill in the gaps.

“So, if I have sex will I be grown up?”

“Why are you in such a rush to have sex for?” I tugged on is shirt, “ Well I guess I won’t be to against it…as long as you’re still weak to tickles.” I dove straight for his side and got to listen to his laughter, but it wasn’t his familiar gentle voice, it was a booming bass. Big Henry had the same weak spots.

The day ended without any fuss. I decided to put Henry to bed, maybe once his birthday was over his wish would end.  That seemed logical. Though before that I told him he needed to take a shower before bed.

“A shower? How do I do that?”

I caught myself before I said anything, I had been close to telling Henrik he was always taking showers after he played or worked out. Then I remembered my boy Henry had never taken a shower. I patted him on the back, walking him to the bathroom. “Guess I have to show you how.”  I showed him how to start the water and told him how to wash. Moving on leaving he started to whine begging me to show him how. I wasn’t sure because looking at his body was like catnip.

The water poured out, and I made Henry step in. I grabbed a washcloth and soap then went to lathering him up. He laughed as I would grab his arm, sometimes he’d pull back playing around.

“Henry, pay attention this is the only time I’m going to do this.”

He wiped the water out of his eyes, “Why dad? Aren’t you having fun?”

I sighed; it was time to come clean. “It’s not about fun. Do you remember when I told you your daddy is gay.”

“Oh yeah. I know what that is now. Wait, are you saying you like my body?” He arched an eyebrow.

Looking away I said, “Well not like I don’t. What can I say?”

A soft smile came across his face. “I’m glad you like my grown-up body.” I didn’t answer as I ran my hand over his back, I heard a crack. I pulled my arm away.

“Something wrong dad?” Henry asked. He seemed fine.

“No, I guess I heard something.” I started rubbing his back again. This time I saw it. Henry’s back expanded and his shoulders grew into boulders. I washed his legs, and they stretched in turn. Washing off his ass it expanded out firmer and plump. I just had to jiggle it; I came back to my sense when I heard Henry snicker. Putting the washcloth in his hand I told him to take care of his privates, and he complied. He spotted the tent in my pants and understood he was making things harder for me but didn’t press it.

When he pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out, there was no doubt he had grown. He had to be about 6’4 now. Grabbing the towel, I watch him dry himself off. Then I wrapped the towel around his waist, to show him how.

I returned to my room but didn’t come out until later. Passing by his room I heard him grunting. Damn it was he growing again? I opened his room thinking I could give him some pain relieve if the growing hurt.

Instead, I found Henry staring at a cellphone. His cellphone. He held it with his left had while his fight one strokes his cock. Although he had earphones in, I could two men fucking a girl on the screen. my son was jacking off! He stroked faster until he unloaded all over himself. He flew up his body, even soaring past his head to hit the headboard and the wall.

He breathed heavily sprawling out. His eyes flew to me, and I froze. A cocky smirk grew on my son’s face. It was the look of a man who knew what he was doing. Has he known I was there the whole time?

“Wanna join?” He pointed his still hard cock towards me.

Somehow, I found the strength to shake my head, “No Henry. I’m your dad.”

Henry’s face dropped and he tried to cover up his cock. But even his massive paws couldn’t hide that beast. “I’m, sorry dad. I don’t know why I said that!” He got up and rushed past me to get to the bathroom, Not knowing his powerful scent had already been infused into the room.

The next morning, I came downstairs and spotted Henrik drinking milk from the carton. He was parked in front of our open fridge nude. Wasting power was a past time of his.  The phone rang. He made no effort to get it. I rolled my eyes walking past him. Who even calls house phones anymore? No time to deal with Henrik I couldn’t shake the feeling I was forgetting something.

Picking up the phone I said, “Hello.”

“Hi, this is Macy. Is Erik there?” The stranger asked.

“Erik? I don’t know any Erik.” I said. A hand patted me on the shoulder as the phone slid out of my hands.

“That’s me,” My roommate pointed to himself. Come on dude, you forget my name?” He joked, bringing the phone close to his ear. “Hey, Macy what’s up?” Erick walked out of the kitchen. I poured some cereal and sat down in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Erik came back in and knocked on the doorframe, getting my attention. “Hey, I’m going to go meet up with Marcy, Then I might bring her back late tonight. That alright with you?”

“Why do you care what I think. When have you ever asked how I feel?” I didn’t think Erik ever brought girls home to be rude or malicious. That’s just the kind of guy he was. He could have any girl he wanted, so he had them all.

“But you’re my,” Erick scratched his head as if he lost the words he was about to say. “You’re my roommate, what you say matters to me.” He smiled.

I got the feeling roommate wasn’t the word he was looking for, but I didn’t press it. What options did I have? Tell him no and have him resent me for not letting his lady friend in the house? I gave him the okay and he hugged me. The rest of the day, chugged by slowly as if I was in a fog and my body was strapped in molasses, Things were out of sorts.  By the time it was 9 pm I was back in bed.

Erik came into the house; I could tell his lady friend was with him because they kept giggling. The came up the stairs and he whisper, “Don’t wanna make my roomie,” The duo laugh. By their voices I could tell the two were lightly buzzed, so I prayed they’d fall asleep on top of each other. While lying in the darkness I heard it.

The sound of Erik’s headboard hitting the wall. The dude must have been piledriving her. Soon Macy’s moans joined in as I covered my head with a pillow. That didn’t help as Erick own primal grunts added. The two didn’t seem to be in a rush so I had to listen for a while. And honestly It got my cock hard. I was a bit jealous of Macy. Who wouldn’t be? Erik was probably a sex god.

Erick gave more forceful thrust as he reached his climax evident by the banging into the wall. “FUUUCCKKKK!” He cried out. My cock was rock hard. There was shuffling coming from Erik’s room. I decided to creep of bed and peek outside, into the hallway. The door to Erik’s opened and Macy stepped out clothes half on, eyes glazed. She closed the bedroom door then stumbled down the stairs then left.

I scrambled to my bed, never had I witness what a girl looked like after one of Erik’s session’s, though to be fair I was usually stroking my cock, climaxing alongside Erik. My hand started to travel to my boxers.

A knock came at my door. It started to open without waiting for an answer. Standing at my doorway in his black nylon shorts was Erik. He looked like and abandoned puppy, though his cock was still hard. He came into my room and climbed on the side of my bed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“What, scary dream?” I joked. I expected him to laugh, but he didn’t.

“Something like that.” That was all he said.

I wasn’t one to knock platonic male affection and it was clear he was going through something. I lifted my sheets and welcomed him in as he eagerly climbed in. He shifted around.

“I don’t remember your bed being so small.” Erick shared.

“When have you been in my bed?” I was dreading he’d tell me he fucked some girl here. Not that I could stop him he was pretty much in control here.  He was the cool hot roommate; I was the loser. He was so strong and confident people loved him. But why was he acting so out of character coming to my bed?

Not answering my question, he snuggled up to me. Damn! I could smell his after-sex musk pouring off of him. Though it was no time to be horny. I decided to ask him, “Hey come on you can tell me what’s wrong.” I rubbed the back of his head, and he smiled. It was natural as if I had done this a thousand times before. My vision blurred, I could see a kid, coming into my room telling me he had a nightmare. But as soon as the scene came it was gone, and Erick was laying next to me.

“I’ve been out of it all day.” Erik spoke his eyes closed, letting me run it through his blond hair. “I thought if I had sex, it’d put me back to normal. Make me feel like I don’t know…An adult? A Man?”

“But you don’t?” I asked. He shook his head. I considered telling him I felt similar but didn’t want to intrude on this moment. I hoped it wasn’t carbon monoxide poisoning. Throwing the thought aside I turned my body in bed to face Erik. “And your first thought was to come to me?”

“Well, you’re always so nice to me. I thought maybe you could make me feel better.”

I frowned, “Erik, I’m not magic. I can’t just make whatever’s going on with you go away.”

“I know it’s just.” He sounded so frustrated. Then he turned so we both faced each other, “ Can we just cuddle. We don’t have to talk about it tomorrow, but I need someone right now and my whole being is saying it’s you.”

Silence was all I could give him. He was being so emotional and raw it caught me off guard. Where was the strong Erik that took no shit. The way he was acting didn’t line up with my memories at all, I got a nauseous feeling in my stomach. Instead of confronting, I opened my arms inviting him in. He moved closer, placing his head on my chest and wrapping his strong arms around me.

The air rushed out of my lungs; He made it hard to breathe but not impossible. His cock lined up under mine poking my balls and the underside of my shaft. There was a wet spot forming on my boxers poking his abs. I couldn’t help it though. Is cock was generating insane heat, like he’d stuff pocket warmers down there. My mouth began to apologize, but when I looked down Erick had fallen asleep on my chest. I tried to move away and didn’t want any late-night accidents to end up on him, however Erik’s tight grasped assured I stayed in place. It wasn’t all bad, in fact Erik looked kinda cute when he slept his face was so innocent. Maybe that’s why girls liked him; their ovaries exploded when they saw his baby face. Actually, he kind of looked like…like.

I woke up the next morning in bed alone. Erik must have snuck out. Maybe the whole thing was too much for him. I lamented the only time I’d ever get to sleep in a bed with him. Making my way to the kitchen I spotted Erick making breakfast in his underwear. That’s right he had taken off his shorts and purposefully put on black boxer briefs to cook! Erik never cooked. I didn’t even think he knew how. I hadn’t taught him yet. Wait, taught him? I shook my head.

Erik smiled upon seeing me. He placed a plate loaded with eggs, bacon and bagels. My favorite. Okay, I was convinced He was definitely doing this for me.

“I just wanted to say thanks for last night. I really needed you.”

“I thought you wouldn’t want to talk about it. You know be all macho like usual.” I stated pulling out a chair to sit.

He nodded his head, “I thought I would too, but that’s not the kind of man I want to be. I want to say thank you. Acting cold and aloof isn’t being an adult. Saying thank you is. So, thank you Daniel.” He was just as sincere as last night. Weird it’s like the person he was today and the person I knew before were different people.

He clasped his hands, “Also before you dig in, I found your wallet. It was under the coffee table in the living room.” He grabbed it off the counter and threw it to me. Catching it I checked inside, had to make sure nothing was missing. I’m not saying Erik was a thief, but you can never be sure. There was a strange picture sitting inside my wallet. It was a young boy in normal clothing. Had I stuffed one of those stock photos in my wallet. I got up to throw the picture away, but I checked it again. This time I stared hard. Like a wave crashing down on me, the memories of my son came back.

“Henry!” I spun around so fast even Erik was shock, wrapping him in my arms I pulled him close. “My boy.” What the hell had happened to us? There were two conflicting sets of memories in my head, but I knew Erik was my son.

‘Get off Dan!” Erik pushed me off of him. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Henry it’s me! It’s your dad.”

The glare he gave me was offensive, he wanted to pound me into the dirt. “You are crazy.”

“No please, Look at this photo! I keep this picture of you. I always have it on me because I love you.” I shoved the photo in his hand. He didn’t want to look, but he took a glance and then he was staring. His eyebrows scrunched and he snapped the picture from my hand. His face soften as recognition washed over him, “Dad?”

“Hey buddy boy.” We embraced each other.

“I’m sorry dad. I can’t believe I almost forgot you.” He said, shaking his head.

“We have to stop this.” I stated. “We gotta turn you back.”

“Why, don’t you like me grown up?” His voice got defensive.

I put my hands on his arms, “Henry, I love you. You don’t need to be in a rush to grow up. And yes, your body is great, but you deserve to have real memories getting to this place.” I moved my hand up till I was cupping his face, “Also my son you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I could live as long as the universe and still not be able to show how much I love you, but Erik is just a roommate. He’s not even my son.” Now I started to cry, “I want you to be my son.” The tears just streamed down.

My point must have reached him because now Henry was crying, “I’m sorry dad it was a stupid wish. I want to be your son and I want you to be my dad!  I love you too. I do like being an adult, but being your son is better. I’ll do whatever, I’ll even take back the wish.”

“How would you even do that?” The photo in my hand began to change Henry was the same, but the image faded out and became older. I had to think fast, reality was changing again. It hit me and the trash can probably still had that weird candle. Maybe that was the cause? I rummaged the trash bin looking for it. No matter how much stuff I moved around I couldn’t see it.

“Dan—dad what are you doing?” I heard Henry say. My tears were starting to well up. I was going to forget too. We couldn’t stop it the universe was fighting against us. I’d fight until my last memory to help Henry, and the universe was ready to test that. I grabbed Henry by his arm and dragged him in front of a mirror.

“Look in the mirror your name is Henry,”

“My name’s Eric, Dan” he sneered. His voice boomed with authority, but I wasn’t scared. I’d do anything for my son. I pointed to the mirror, glaring at him.

“Your name is Henry. You’re my son. I love you more than anything. Your worth an infinite number of Eriks.”

Henry was touched by what I said but before he could respond he grabbed his head. “It hurts. It hurts dad! My head.” I rushed to his side. Holding his head.

“Henry, I’m right here stay with me!” I pleaded.

He gave me a soft smile, “I’ll try dad. I’ll try just for you.” Suddenly his gaze went past me to the mirror. “I look so different now.”

“Yeah, you really grew up,” a sad laugh escaped my lips. Was my little boy really still in there?

“Yeah… but don’t you think it’s incomplete?”

“Incomplete how?” I asked. I didn’t like the way he was talking.

“My arms, they’re a bit small.” He flexed them and they started to grow.

“No, No!” I tried to force them back down as the bulged out. Henry didn’t care what I was doing he was of in his own world. Every flex was another ounce of growth, His hands grazed over his pecs, “These things are weak.” His chest pushed out the name of the game was bigger and better. I watched as he added another two inches in height. Next, he rubbed his face “I look like a fucking kid!”

Not his face! Not my Henry’s beautiful face. I’d forget what my son looked like. All the other pictures in the house had been transformed into ones of me and my adult roommate Erik.

My hand touched his face, and he didn’t snatch it away. Instead, he looked at me, lovingly. He hunched over, grunting both hands balled into fists. I could hear the bones in his face restructuring. He opened up and eyes to look at me.

Then it hit me, Henry was fighting against the changes, but it must not have been easy. What the hell was I doing My son was in pain. Of course, I wanted him to stay my little boy, but not at this price.  I would just be a sick freak if I let him get tortured for my own selfishness.

“It’s okay Henry.”

“What’s that Dan?” he asked.

“Henry…grow up.” As if waiting for my permission, the changes swept over Henry’s face. destroying the kind roundness and baby fat for a square jaw and elongated features. Erick stood up straight admiring himself in the mirror, and why wouldn’t he? He was a gorgeous man. He really was my son, all grown up. And yet he wasn’t. He was Erik. Who said that he got to exist, but not my son? Then again, this ‘Erik’ was never the Erik in my memories. He was his own man. As if my son’s personality and Erik’s personality were combined.

Tears fell from my eyes again.

Erik caught me in the mirror, “Dan, you know I hate it when you cry.”

Yeah, Erik probably wanted me to go to my room or something. What was I even crying for? Erick walked up to me and hugged me. “When you’re sad. I’m sad.” Though it was unexpected his arms felt nice.

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I was laying on the couch in just my boxers when Erik came home from work. He was a professional soccer player and had just returned from practice. He smiled upon seeing me and kicked off his shoes and stripped off his practice uniform, so he was in his boxers too. Then, I had the audacity to lay on me.

This man knew he was too heavy for that. He had it so his crotch was lined right under mine and every now and then he would grind his hips.

“Do you enjoy torturing me?” I asked.

“If you don’t like it kick me off.” He replied with a shit-eating smirk.

I grumbled both of us knowing I would never do that.

He started to slide down my boxers. I grabbed them at the waist band, “Wait, right now? Didn’t you just see Emilia.”

Wearing a smirk, he retrieved a condom out his discarded pants, “Saw her and Marcy. They just didn’t do a good job keeping up with me.” He grabbed his package shaking it around. “I’ve got to empty these somewhere.” Walking back over he succeeded in taking my boxers off. Then he got nude and slid into me.

No one could refuse Erik. Everyone wanted him, women and men. They’d see him take charge on the soccer field for his professional team and he certainly took charge off the field. People assumed that alpha personality flared up in our house. Sometimes it did, but other times like now. He could be so precious. Even now when we were laying chest to chest, He buried his head beside my neck. Having all that weight on me felt amazing, yes it was suffocating. But most a turn on knowing it was all Erik’s muscle bearing down on me. His hips did all the action thrusting in and out of me. My wandering hands soon found his muscled ass cheeks and assisted with the pumping.

‘Oh, fuck Danny…Dan.!” I know Erik was saying my name, but it sounded like he was whispering ‘Daddy and Dad.’ My sexual stamina wasn’t up to his and I started cumming on his abs. He kept fucking me through it, forcing more cum out of me. I rubbed his head as he plowed me into the couch.

I kissed the side of Erik’s face, “Damn Buddy boy.” The words just popped into my head, so I said them. Not particularly sexy, but it felt right.

“Fuck!” he started filling up his condom. That was the fastest he’d ever lost his load.

“Did that turn you on that much?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but when I heard you say it. I couldn’t stop.” Erik panted in my ear. His cock was still rock hard. “I’m going to need another round.”

“Whatever you say, buddy boy.” I whispered in his ear. His cock twitched in my ass and his ears went red. Man I was going to enjoy this!