My Friend's Dad

 Originally posted on Tumblr: June 6th 2021

 

There had to be a way for Will to say it, that wouldn’t start trouble. Then again, there was no way he could. His friend Peter was still chatting about the end of his soccer match a few moments ago. They were the only two in the locker room, but this was Peter’s common routine: change a bit slower than everyone else to talk after a match with Will.

I topped your dad.

It was a simple statement. One that shouldn’t have been annoying Will as much as it had been. After all it was only in his dreams where the action occurred. There was no way a man like Mr. Stranton would bottom for anyone. That stupid camping trip was to blame. Ever since Will saw the goods Mr. Stranton had been hiding, the dreams started coming.

The whole thing started innocently. Will saw Mr. Stranton chopping wood shirtless, then discovered Mr. Stranton paraded around in his underwear early in the morning. The man’s boxer briefs left little to the imagination. The single father was overly gifted in the front and the back. Will was sure the thin layer of hair over his pecs, arms, and legs kept the proud papa warm.

However, the breaking point was when Will had asked for a restroom break on their hike. Mr. Stranton had also joined him, probably expecting Will to act mature. The boys were 18 after all. But when Mr. Stranton whipped out his donkey dick from his jeans and aimed it at the ground, Will knew it was over for him. Mr. Stranton had closed his eyes and tilted his head back while he released his stream. The man was grunting in relief, but to Will it just sounded like moans. When Mr. Stranton stopped, he shook his fat cock - and caught Will staring.

“Sorry about that,” Mr. Stranton said. “I had to go sumthin’ fierce.” He tucked his cock away and winked at Will. That was the first night Will dreamed of Mr. Stranton. He dreamt he caught the man bathing under a waterfall. Mt. Stranton would start washing his wide chest and back, going down to his champion thighs and legs. That of course left the goods for last. Water cascading down that masculine body.

Will’s eyes snapped open. It was the middle of the night, and Peter and Mr. Stranton were still asleep in the tent. Will groaned lightly he could already sense a sticky dampness coming from the crotch area.

From that point on in the camping trip Will became hyper aware of Mr. Stranton’s body. The way his pecs would flex when he scratched the thin layer of hair on his chest, the movement of his biceps when he threw his arms around the boys. Those were just the PG ones. Will had stared openly when Mr. Stranton bent over. Amazing ass. Not to mention, the incident had fully awoken him to spotting Mr. Stranton’s bulge all the time.

Will didn’t want to creep on his best friend’s dad, but he couldn’t help it. The fact they were out camping only exacerbated it. Will was not a jock or outdoorsy kind of guy like Peter. The hike was strenuous on his thin, wiry frame. But the trip was a long time coming for the best friends and of course Mr. Stranton and Peter were very accommodating. They’d take as many breaks as Will needed. Which in turn gave more free time to watch Mr. Stranton.

Taking a sip of water Will’s eyes sneaked over to the Stranton men. Peter was very similar to his dad, the same dark brown chestnut hair, same dark brown eyes, and the same goofy smile. The only difference was Peter was mostly hairless as opposed to his wild beast of a dad. Mr. Stranton wasn’t a gorilla of a man but had a dusting of hair on his arms and legs, along with a well-groomed beard. During another one of their breaks Will casually mentioned that fact.

“Oh Dad, yeah, he’s hairier than me, but he told me that happened after he had gone off to college. Said it was like a second puberty waiting for him. He started growing hair and had to find ways to expel all the energy he was building up, and working out helped.” Peter leaned over. “So don’t be surprised when I come back from college looking more like him.”

Will almost creamed himself at the thought. Two Mr. Strantons walking around in the world was too much. But Will had to remind himself his best friend was very much the future Mr. Stranton. As they returned to the hike, Will purposely fell behind to watch Mr. Stranton climb up a hill. It was so steeped the man had to bend over a bit, sticking his ass out. Will could see a hint of the man’s bulge between the thighs, and he kept thinking “That’s the cock that made Peter.”

“Will, you okay?” Mr. Stranton asked further up the hill, looking between his legs. Pulled back to reality, Will nodded and rushed forward. He must have looked stupid or dazed standing there with the tent on their back. Peter had all the supplies and had already caught up to his dad.

The two Strantons stood at the top of the hill waiting. Will got a nice view of their shirtless bodies glistening with sweat. Will had always admired the bodies of the Strantons but this was the first time he was doing more than admiring. He was falling in love with it. Peter very much had the young version of his dad’s body. Mr. Stranton was packing two muscled furry pecs, a large set of 6 pack abs, and a wider frame in general. All that and more was awaiting Peter on the other side of puberty, while Will didn’t have much to aspire to. He’d prefer if his blond hair didn’t make his body hair look non-existent. Though his mother always said he had pretty green eyes. That was one feature he would keep. But what Will wouldn’t give to be a Stranton man…

From there, it was another week of sexual torture, until they all returned home. However, for the rest of the summer and well into senior year Mr. Stranton and his godly body wouldn’t leave Will’s dreams alone. Will hadn’t noticed at first, the change was slight, but every night their bodies had wandered closer together. December hit and the two were grinding and frotting on each other. Christmas morning arrived and with it, Will left a mess on Mr. Stanton’s muscled body. The months after developed into full on fucking. Rough and passionate, slow, and gentle, Will got it all. Always Mr. Stranton on top.

Until recently, somewhere Will’s desire had shifted from wanting to be under Mr. Stranton to wanting to be on top of him, pounding that dad’s ass.

Peter snapped his fingers “Earth to Will, are you in there?” He was half dressed out of his soccer uniform back in jeans and socks shirt still waiting to be put on?

“What, I’m listening!”

“No, you’re not, you’re staring at my pecs again?” Peter lunged himself at Will and locking the smaller male in a playful headlock giving him a noogie. Things were often like this between the two. Will had come out freshman year and Peter loved to tease him every now and again. Once Will had admitted he had a crush on his hot jock friend but shared it had been squashed knowing how annoyingly straight Peter was. However, he hadn’t shared that the crush had been reignited for the Stranton men.

Peter finished dressing and the two boys walked outside. Mr. Stranton pulled up honking his horn in a short sleeve shirt straining on his shoulders and biceps. The two boys rushed over hopping in the car. Peter took the front seat next to his dad while Will took the back. Mr. Stanton drove a large black pickup truck that was always easy to spot due to the other parents’ smaller cars.

“Hey boys! How was the game, Peter?”

“Easy, we crushed them!”

Will rolled his eyes. “Really I think you guys were having a tough time.”

“Hey, you’re supposed to agree with me.” Peter turned around, facing his friend. He tried to punch him in the arm, but Will easily avoided it.

“That’s enough guys, settle down.” Mr. Stranton laughed. “So, Will, are you spending the weekend with us, or do I drop you off at your place?”

Will wanted to say yes, but the truth was. He couldn’t trust himself around these two. At least not for more than one. There was no way he wanted them to hear moans during the middle of the night, so he opted to return home. Though that wouldn’t stop the dreams. The moment Will’s head hit the pillow he could feel the pull into that fantasy world.

His dream came into view clearly, as if he were seeing it in HD. There was a single door in front of him surrounded by darkness. Opening the door and walking in Will entered a hotel from. Warm cream colors all around the bed, the wall, even the carpeting. What had Will’s attention though was the sight of a semi-naked Mr. Stranton sitting with a robe open. It deliciously showed off his body but more importantly his hard cock standing up. The father had his eyed locked on Will the moment the young man entered the room.

Dream Mr. Stranton smirked, “You know what it’s time for. Come here and get your feeding.” He flexed his cock making it bob. Will didn’t have to be asked twice he dropped to his knees. He was honored to slobber over the polish sausage Mr. Stranton was blessed with. But it was more than just his want. The young man had a burning compulsion to do it. He nuzzled Mr. Stranton’s furry nuts dragging it across his face.

“Come on, don’t you want to grow big and strong like me? Then you gotta drink your milk.” Dream Mr. Stranton whispered seductively before ramming his cock into Will’s throat. Will heard that question every night and always sucked the cock more eagerly than a baby would at a bottle. No matter how much ‘milk’ he drank, it never helped him back out it the real world. Dream Mr. Stranton held the back of Will’s head as he unloaded and gave Will his feeding. The moment Will popped off his cock the two moved onto the bed.

The morning alarm blared. Will groaned and threw his pillow at it. He hadn’t even made it to the sex part yet! He forced himself out of bed shuffling his feet to the bathroom. Once inside he shut the door. Ready to get to business he pulled down on the front waist pants of his pajamas.

Out spilled eight soft inches of MAN COCK. The cock that dangled from between Will’s legs did not look his own. As it hung down it grew longer, pulled by gravity. His balls weren’t far behind dropping lower as they swelled. “The fuck?” Will whispered, taking a finger and lifting the shaft. There were dense dark blond pubic hairs covering the areas of his crotch. It was as if someone plopped a trucker’s cock onto him. As the front half of his cock dropped over the finger, Will recognized it was his dick, just magnified into a larger form.

“A MAN’S COCK.” The thought rang in his head. Will almost smiled before he realized he should be concerned. Was he going through some allergic reaction? He didn’t want to mess with it anymore, but he really had to go to the bathroom.

The first thing he did when he got dressed was call Peter. He needed a second opinion. His best friend was the only person he trusted enough to talk about his dick. And he knew it wasn’t an STI, because a person would need to be having real sex for that.

When Peter arrived, Will dragged him into the house by the arm and aggressively guided him to his bedroom before slamming the door.

“Where’s the fire?” Peter asked.

“Pete, something is wrong with me. My cock, it’s …”

Peter grinned. “Did your zipper catch your penis again? Hurts doesn’t it.”

“That only happened once!” Will stopped at that statement. That had never happened at all so why had he given that response? “Just look.” Will shoved down his pants letting his cock unfurl, until it swung freely once past the waistband. It was girthier than this morning.

Peter didn’t react.

“Peter! My cock! It’s huge!” Will motioned his hands towards his crotch. Peter didn’t seem surprised or scared by the snake that had taken residence on Will’s body, which confused Will. Peter definitely should have suspected something. But the other teen wasn’t even accusing Will of taking penis enlargement pills.

“You know you’re not the only one with a huge cock, right?” Peter stood up, lifted his shirt to display his abs and then shoved his pants down with his free hand, letting his own cock flop out.

Peter had never done something so brazen before. Will’s eyes were locked. Peter’s cock was very similar to his dad, just not as hairy or thick, but all it needed was a few years. Peter’s lovely package was surrounded by warm brown pubic hairs. Will’s cock was no longer staying soft. The minute Peter pulled down his pants, blood was rushing. The perfect jock cock for a perfect jock’s body. To Will that made sense. Peter was the kind of boy who’d have a cock like this. Will knew all the jokes about skinny men being hung as fuck, but he wasn’t one of them. At least not until today.

Will’s eyes flew to his own cock. He was sure his cock was getting permanently bigger even as it grew hard. His eyes went back to Peter’s cock, he kind of liked that he had a cock that rivaled Peter’s. Actually, the more he looked, their cocks did look kind of similar. Perhaps all big cocks looked the same after a point? Then Peter walked up grinning.

“Sword fight!” Peter slapped, Will’s cock with his own. Will groaned and flinched for a split second as he shot precum on to the underside of Peter’s cock. There was no other way to describe it, there was a precum trail connecting the two cocks.

“Ew, gross,” Peter wiggled his eyebrows, giving smirk. That was not the reaction Will had expected either. The words Peter said were correct, but he’d never play it off as a joke. While Peter was a great guy, he had always been clear he only liked women and that he never wanted to do anything with a guy. So why did he not seem bothered by it today?

Will’s mouth fell open as he watched Peter take a finger and lick up the precum. “You taste sweeter than usual dude.” Will’s cock leaked more. He was saving that image for later no doubt, but this wasn’t getting by him. “Pete, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“What are you talking about?” Pete asked. His face grew more tense as he dropped his shirt down.

“You’re lapping my precum like a dog! You’re not gay, You’re straight.” Will said, breathing heavily having gotten the words off his chest.

Peter cocked his head to the side, “Will are you sick or something?”

“Please, will you just look at my cock.” Will begged putting his hands together.

Okay, Peter tucked his cock back in dropping to one knee, He grabbed Will’s fat monster. The warmth caused Will to moan. Peter poked and prodded, lifting the nuts, examining them, even running his fingers through Will’s bush of pubic hair. Peter looked up, “Dude everything looks fine to me. And I didn’t feel any lumps if you were worried about something like that.” Peter stopped talking, then swallowed Will’s cock to the hilt, pulling off he smiled. “Taste the same too.” He winked.

Will shuddered, before composing himself, “Peter my cock is the same size as yours! Doesn’t that surprise you? I mean people called me pencil dick before. Now I’m lugging around this!”

Peter arched an eyebrow, “What are you going on about? You’ve always had this cock. Remember when I first saw it and I was happy someone was like me? It’s not like I wanted to ask my dad about all this. And since you were gay it made me curious about touching yours. Next thing you, know we’re experimenting bros.

That was absurd. Never could Will imagine Peter would want to experiment. Peter always seemed so confident and self-assured in who he was. A straight man through and through. Yet here was Peter now saying Will’s huge cock had made him curious. A cock that hadn’t existed before this morning. They had also apparently bonded over their sizes. Previously Peter had once mentioned that most girls couldn’t handle him. Will thought it was a joke at the time, but now? Had Peter really felt isolated because people couldn’t relate to him and his huge dick? That seemed silly but…

“Earth to Will, you back yet!” Peter was standing back up, cock tucked away.

“Oh yeah of course,” Will was having trouble thinking. Why had he invited Peter over? Was it to compare sizes they did that often, but of course it always ended in a tie? Though taking a brief glimpse down his cock appeared larger than when he had invited Peter over. A trick of the light no doubt, after all Will was known for having a serious case of MAN COCK. That’s what the guys in school called it. His body was thin, but his third leg was anything but.

“No, you weren’t. You were doing that thing you do. Zoning out to another dimension” Peter joked.

“Yeah, Yeah. Listen, I’m sorry about calling you over. Guess my cock just wanted some attention from you.” Will smirked to himself he was sure his cock was swinging heavier than Peter’s. But that was just obvious, while Peter was gifted, he wasn’t a true man yet. Will’s cock however had bypassed all that puberty crap gifting him the goods. In fact, instead of Will calling him hadn’t Peter asked to come over, so they could talk about their huge cock. Peter had wanted some advice on handling since Will was bigger than him, but the two got sidetracked. That made more sense.

After a few video games, Peter left Will’s house. Will stayed in the house the rest of the time trying to finish up homework. He kept having to reach down to adjust his ever-growing package, never taking note of how much he had to man spread to accommodate it as the hours past. Eventually, nighttime and Will was lulled into slumber yet again.

This time Will dreamed he wandered into Mr. Stranton’s garage. Will was looking for Peter while Mr. Stranton was bent over shirtless looking into the hood of his car. It was only when he turned around did Will see Mr. Stranton’s cock ready at attention.

Mr. Stranton wiped his hands on a hand towel, “Did the baby come back for his bottle?” Mr. Stranton’s hard cock waved in the air. A dryness entered Will’s throat, his stomach grumbled. He was craving a full serving of testosterone from Mr. Stranton. He moved over, assured of what he wanted. Only this time he undid his pants to let his own cock out. It was so huge it’d be troublesome if he got hard.

As Will sucked Dream Mr. Stranton flexed a bicep, running his fingers over it. “You like what you see?” Will nodded on the cock. “Well, then make it yours. Time to feed and grow muscle. You don’t want to be mistaken for a boy. People need to know you’re a man and not just by your cock either.”

That pissed Will off his cock was just as large as Mr. Stranton’s if not bigger. He greedily slurped up his meal into his whining stomach, but the moment it was over he. Pushed Mr. Stranton playfully back onto the car. “Let me show you what this big-dicked boy can do.”

Will woke up to his alarm. Another time his dream was just about to get good. He forced himself out of bed. He grappled with his cock in the bathroom but eventually managed to stuff all that meat back into his pajamas, making his way downstairs. Will kissed his mom’s forehead while she sat at the table.

“Morning, sweetie. Your dad just ran out to the store if you’re looking for him.” She stated.

The young man shook his head, too tired to talk. He just wanted to eat. Making his way into the kitchen he shifted through the cereal, the sugary the better. Not exactly the healthy choice, but he wouldn’t mind today. After making himself a bowl he sat down chomping away.

“Are you going to hang out with Peter today?” His mom asked.

Will shook his head again. Peter had been weird yesterday, though now Will couldn’t remember why. The boys had fooled around before but something about Peter’s laid attitude about…something had unsettled Will. Too bad he couldn’t remember what that ‘something’ was.

“I’m just going to stay in and rea—

Will dropped his spoon into his bowl he felt at his throat. The voice that had left his mouth was gruff and heavy. Not the voice of a senior in Highschool.

“Sweetie, are you coming down with a cold?”

A wave of relief washed over Will. His mom had clearly recognized something was off. She leaned over feeling his head. She sat back in her chair confused.

“You feel fine to me.”

“Of course, I do. You know I have a bad case of man-voice.” Will couldn’t believe he had just said that. But wasn’t it true? He had not only been given the cock of a man but a voice of one too, it bellowed with power whenever Will opened his mouth. His voice dropped a vocal range every day since puberty. Even now his voice was deeper than his dad’s. He’d speak and sometimes his parents would think an intruder was in the house.

Though Will had been dealing with his voice for a few years he spent the entire Sunday trying to make everything he said not sound like he was barking orders at his parents. It was not a fun time, but he got the hang of it before his head hit the pillow.

This time when he entered dreamland, He woke up at a dinner table. That wasn’t hard to place. He could tell by the tile flooring and the open space he was at the Stranton’s home. He had practically grown up here, there’s no way he wouldn’t know it. What was odd was that he was sitting alone at the table, Peter and Mr. Stranton were missing. Their TV wasn’t even on and that was a big no.

Will got up and walked to the sliding doors leading to the back of the house. It was dark outside, but he could hear muffled music coming in. Slowly sliding the door open a burst of golden sunlight peered into the room. Will gasped before, opening the door completely. He stepped outside an orange hue from the afternoon sun covered everything. The place was prepared for a cookout, but there was only one person there. Faced away from Will, flipping burgers was Mr. Stranton. Will knew that tough silhouette anywhere. Mr. Stranton was naked with only an apron covering his front.

Turning around Dream Mr. Stranton smiled. “You’re a little late, aren’t you?” His apron read ‘Kiss the cook’ with an arrow pointing to his crotch with a hole cut into the apron and the dad’s hard cock swinging about. “It’s time we got some meat in you.” He pointed to his cock. Will dropped to his knees in service of the Greek god in front of him.

“Do I want this?” Will asked for the first time in his dream. Of course, he wanted to have sex, but something pulling him to dream Mr. Stranton was more than his horny teenage desires.

“Mmhmm your voice is sounding sexy as fuck. How did you get it so deep? You get my cum stuck in your throat.” The Dad joked.

Will could only give a muffled response as his mouth was already stuffed with dad cock. Dream Mr. Stranton patted Will on the cheek, then he turned around and grabbed a burger he had cooked. He slapped the patty down on a bun. “We need to stuff you with protein. Nothing better to get a man bigger.” The man’s great legs trembled once again as he erupted in Will’s mouth.

The alarm rang as usual.

Will woke up in a cold sweat. His muscles ached everywhere as if he’d done another endless hike with the Stranton men. The teen forced himself out of bed and hopped into the shower. By the time his mom had dropped him off at school Will was feeling better, though his collar was agitating him a bit.

He went to his locker. All the boy’s heads seemed to turn as he passed them. They all knew the meat he was carrying between his legs. It started as a gossip from seeing him change after gym class. From there it erupted to the most well-known fact upon the boys. The girls were blissfully unaware because none of the guys wanted their girls stolen. A fact that always brought a smile to Will’s lips. As if he’d ever go for the ladies anyway.

Walking down the hallway, Will still had the dull ache in his muscles. Each step he took down the hall made his body stretch up. Having been a measly 5’4 Will ascended to a height of 5’9. Will’s thoughts were already onto the new path his body was forging. His thoughts were ‘It feels good to be tall. I started growing before everyone and I’m still getting bigger.’ Thoughts that made his cock swell. Now that he was taller, boys in school knew him as the beanpole with the huge fuck stick. Growing had done nothing for his body’s muscle.

Peter came up from behind, wrapping Will in a hug. Once released, Will turned around. He already knew who those strong arms belonged to. Though once he saw Peter his body shuddered. He was staring into his best friend’s brown eyes. Will accepted he was tall, but he knew Peter had always been taller than him. A clang rang form the locker as Will took a step back. There was no way he could be this tall.

“How can I be almost as tall as you?” His deep voice bellowed.

“Almost?” Peter smirked. “You know when you grew taller than me, I was jealous at first. But I realized, being two of the tallest studs was another thing bond over along with our childhood friendships and our fat cocks.” He leaned over to state the last part.

Then stubbornly, Will’s body stretched him a good two inches, over Peter. Will had to admit it felt somewhat good towering over, the boy who represented all things masculine in the context of Highschool. His thoughts drifted to Mr. Stranton. That hunk was still taller than Peter. The father represented a branch of masculinity Peter hadn’t attained yet, but once the younger Stranton was released from the confines of high school Will was sure Peter would obtain it. Will wished he could join in on that, unaware of his body packing on another inch.

The middle of the day was when things got weird. Will was in social studies staring out the window. He was trying to ignore how tight his clothes were getting. The boy that sat behind Will raised his hand.

“Mr. Dayton, Will keeps farting.”

“No, I’m not!” His tone hushed the boy up. What the boy had heard however was the sounds of Will’s clothes beginning to stretch and tear. The dull ache that had been building up from that morning was finally subsiding. A button popped off Will’s shirt, hitting the boy in the face, as Will’s chest jutted out. Two jugs larger than any girls and stronger than any guys sat on his body. Will raised his shaking hand.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” It wasn’t a question. He bolted out of there. The boy had finally noticed his ass was stretching out his pants and his forearms were increasing in mass. His hurried footsteps down the hall grew heavier as his expanding feet made his shoes explode into a confection of rubber. The new size fourteen feet carried him all the way to the bathroom.

Passing by the mirror, Will got a good view of himself. He was as fit as any jock at the school. In fact, his physique was slightly even better than that. He briefly thought about his dream hadn’t Mr. Stranton said they were going to put meat into him. But that was just a silly sex dream. There was no way it could affect reality. Dream Mr. Stranton had said something about changing Will’s voice, but Will had been deep for a while just like his dick was big. Will’s growing body continued to wreak havoc on his clothes. Will didn’t hesitate to call his mom and ask her to pick him up.

When Will’s mom arrived, He rushed out of the bathroom. No lingering students in the halls commented on his ripped clothes. That felt odd to Will, but he wasn’t going to question it. The boys in the hall were probably thinking about his man-cock. Though ever since he started getting bigger it became less noticeable. It was still a big cock just more suited to his new body. He wasn’t the skinny guy in class anymore.

Will hopped into his mom’s car and even she didn’t comment on his clothes. Will remained on edge until he passed out later that night.

In his dream, Will woke up, in his own house stripped to his boxers. He was on the couch however his head was in Mr. Stranton’s lap. The TV was on and the man had a beer bottle in hand watching a show that was indecipherable to Will. All Will could see was a white light emanating, that lit up the dark room. Will was amused that his huge body had managed to fit onto his couch.

“Are you… doing something to me?” Will asked, voice groggy. In his dreams his mind felt more clearly. Something was definitely happening to him, as to ‘what’ it remained obscured.

“You wanted to be a Stranton man, right? I’m just giving you what you want.”

“But you can’t really be Mr. Stranton… Who, or what are you ?” Will’s voice was as weak as before.

Dream Mr. Stranton looked blankly before releasing a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry about something stupid like that.” He reached a hand down, unzipping his pants. Pushing down his underwear his cock swung out. Will tried to resist it, but his mouth latched to that hard-leaking member.

This time before he blew Dream Mr. Stranton pulled off and came all over the young man’s face. With his meaty paws Mr. Stranton rubbed his cum into Will’s cheeks and under his nose. Mr. Stranton grabbed Will by the hair pulling his head back.

“Don’t you feel ashamed, wearing Peter’s unborn brothers and sister, Swallowing them down night after night.”

“Fuck no.” Will smiled dumbly. He didn’t know why he said that. He didn’t even want to answer the question. His mouth, however, wouldn’t stop talking. “He’s a boy and I’m a man. I do what I want!” Will’s body roared. Mr. Stranton slapped Will in the chest, leaving a hand splotched of the dad’s thick load on him.

Will woke up before his alarm went off. He couldn’t remember a single thing about his dream, just that it left him with a boner. But as he brushed his teeth, he had to stop when he spotted peach fuzz poking out from his face. He leaned closer. That had to be a mistake. The men in his family were mostly hairless. His eyes flew down to his chest. Three dark blond chest hairs were poking out. Will pulled on them; they were certainly real.

Must be puberty, Will thought. He let his day go on. Even going back to school no longer afraid of getting bigger; that’s just how he was. Throughout the day his beard got thicker and fuller. Going from stubble in the morning to a well-groomed beard by the time school was over. His chest hair also grew under his clothes, connecting to his pubic hair and giving him a pelt. The growth didn’t end there: his arms and legs grew a thin layer of hair as well.

“Where’d you go yesterday?” Peter asked after school, as they waited for Mr. Stranton.

“Wasn’t feeling well.” Will rubbed his beard unsure of why he was in such a rush to leave yesterday. It was time he shaved his beard though. People might begin to mistake him for a parent if he wasn’t careful.

A horn honked as Mr. Stranton pulled up. The two boys walked to the car. Peter hopped in the back, a shock to Will. Peter hadn’t even tried to call shotgun or play shove Will at the car door.

“Hey, looking good, Will my man!” Mr. Stranton said as the boys sat down, removing their bags.

“Thanks Mr. Stranton.” Will looked over. The father was staring into the mirror running his hand over his five o’clock shadow. Will’s beard grew another inch, watching the father groom himself like a proud lion. Typically, Will felt inferior watching that happen, but today Will scratched his manly beard unperturbed. His cock was hard. They stopped at a gas station and Peter didn’t wait to go inside. After loading up on gas, Mr. Stranton sat back with Will.

“Mr. Stranton, have you had any strange dreams recently?”

“Will, ya know I have been having strange dreams. Every night I’m pounding away at a different woman and my balls just burst. I fill those girls up completely, but when I wake up my balls are empty as fuck.” He reached his hands down, cupping his package.

Will’s eyes got hungry, staring at the lump Mr. Stranton was cradling. Though the young man was surprised at how open and honest the father was being. He was expecting the father to sidestep his question. Mr. Stranton started unbuckling his pants, “Actually if you could check them out for me.” The dad popped his big balls out.

Time froze for Will. Was this another dream? No, definitely not. This was real. But why was Mr. Stranton acting so familiar with him? But that wasn’t going to stop Will. He reached over and held Mr. Stranton’s glorious family jewels. The twin tankers didn’t feel empty at all, in fact almost like they were still filling up.

“Damn, Peter’s coming back. Better put these things back, hun.”

“Huh?” Will watched as Mr. Stranton tucked himself back in. The Stranton’s dropped Will off Walking into his house, Will called out for his parents but didn’t get a response. For a moment Will thought he caught his dad, but it was just his reflection. He pressed a hand to his furry cheek. How did he look so old?

That night he slept like a log. When he dreamt Will entered an all-white bedroom. Mr. Stranton was asleep in a huge bed, while his top half was shirtless. Will knew the father was naked underneath. The hard cock tenting a thin white coversheet, told Will as much.

A smile crossed Will’s face. He crawled under the sheet inching towards the cock until it was in his mouth and he was milking once again. Mr. Stranton exploded, and Will swallowed down the discarded masculinity. However, Will wasn’t satisfied with his meal this time, he moved his body up. Mr. Stranton opened his eyes as Will met him face to face. Their hard-muscular bodies pressed against each other. Pecs, arms, abs, and legs were all mirror images of each other except for the blond hair on Will against Mr. Stranton’s brown hair.

Will’s overgrown cock poked at the tight entrance to Mr. Stranton’s ass. The cock nudged its way into parting his cheeks. Mr. Stranton’ ass sucked the cock in once the head entered. Only in a dream, right? No way a straight man’s ass would part like the red sea. Will rutted, pounding into Mr. Stranton’s ass. Finally, he was topping this prime beef of a man again! His balls got heavier, churning up thick viscous baby batter. The sounds of muscles slapping against each other echoed louder. Will pounded faster. It was like he couldn’t control himself. All he wanted to do was stuff Mr. Stranton full of cum. Will roared as he came. His cock exploded and Mr. Stranton rolled his head into the pillows.

Mr. Stranton’s stomach, bloated out with cum. Will’s cock kept pumping his glorious load, draining his nuts, and shrinking them back now. Mr. Stranton’s belly got absurdly large filling up. The father ended up with a great round beach ball, looking bigger than a lady at 9 months. Will collapsed, exhausted.

Will’s hand tapped the alarm before it could even go off.

The young man arose from bed. His limbs now hung off the edges. He swung his large legs over not even thinking about it. Instead, his mind was stuck on the fact he had fucked Stranton. Nothing could take his smile away today. He got up, getting a shower and a shave.

He got to school, though stuffing his huge body into his mom’s car was hard. She drove him to school neither commenting on any of the changes Will had undertaken this week. The truth was Will barely looked like a teen anymore. Being dropped off at school by his mom made even less sense. In school, people shot him looks, wondering why a grown man was walking around. It was only when he told them his name that everyone would back off.

The moment school was over Will met up with Peter. The blond stud didn’t consider how he towered over his best friend now. He was shocked when Peter started walking off the campus.

“Where are you going?” Will asked. “We have to wait for your dad.”

“I’m going to pick up my little brother like I always do.” Peter stated as if it was obvious.

Will snorted, expecting Peter to laugh. But when Peter didn’t, Will looked at him concerned. “Since when do you have a little brother?”

Peter arched an eyebrow, “Uh since always.” He walked on with Will trailing behind him. They walked a few blocks to an elementary school. The moment they arrived on the grounds a small kid ran up to them right into Peter’s arms. Peter easily scooped the kid up.

“Up we go Jayden!” Peter stated.

The small child was almost the innocent spitting image of Peter, if not for his blond hair and hazel eyes.

“Will’s here too!” Jayden exclaimed. The kid reached his arms out and clasped his hands. Peter rolled his eyes and transferred his brother into Will’s arms. Will tried to reject it but ended up with the kid anyway. He wasn’t sure what to do with this kid he had never seen before. The two waited for Mr. Stranton to show up.

Holding Jayden wasn’t even an issue for Will’s larger body. The kid was practically weightless. Jayden had also rested his head in the crook of Will’s neck and fallen asleep. The longer Will carried the child the more familiar he seemed to be.

“Hey Peter …about your brother…your mom didn’t give birth to him, right?”

“Jayden’s mom was a surrogate. My dad wanted another kid. Have I not told you this before?” Peter asked.

Will shook his head, He certainly had no idea about any of that. Hearing it though had calmed his heart. There was the inkling of a strange dream that worried him, but Peter’s explanation was very reasonable.

Mr. Stranton pulled up in his trunk honking. Will was pissed when Peter hopped in the back, leaving Will to put Jayden into the car seat. He’d cuss him out later for that. Will got into the front of the car. Halfway home Jayden woke up and started demanding candy.

“I’m not stopping at a store so no, you don’t need sugar anyways.” Mr. Stranton stated.

“Will, can I have candy?” Jayden leaned forward.

“Yeah sure.” Will wasn’t even listening as he played with an app on his phone.

Mr. Stranton groaned and pulled into a gas station. Peter got out taking Jayden with him. Will was currently trying to gain a high score.

“You shouldn’t spoil him, William,” Mr. Stranton said.

“Huh?” Will looked up from the phone, realizing Peter was gone and he was alone with Mr. Stranton. Will shrunk back a bit, he wasn’t trying to get between this dad and his kids. After all, what say did he have in Mr. Stranton’s decision for his kids? And Mr. Stranton had used his full name. Never a good sign when adults did that. But why had any of them listened to him? He was just an 18-year-old with no parenting skills whatsoever. Mr. Stranton didn’t have to stop at a store, and the kids certainly didn’t have to jump out.

Mr. Stranton sighed, “It’s fine.” He looked into the rearview window, then leaned over and whispered, “Think we got time to do something before the boys get back?” While looking out the window checking he spread his legs open showing off his bulge. Will’s face flushed red. What the hell was going on today?

“Shit!” Mr. Stranton lightly tapped the dashboard spotting the kids walking back to the car. “Maybe back at the house then.”

Will wasn’t even sure if he had asked to go to the Strantons’ house, but he didn’t feel like he had the right to refuse. He sat quietly, trying to look out the window, but it became very apparent Mr. Stranton was giving him a nice view of his outlined cock in his jeans.

When they got to the house, Will and Peter directly hopped into video games. Will was amazed at how much smaller the controller was in his hands. Maybe they’d always been that small, he was a big guy after all. About an hour in, Jayden pulled on Will’s leg begging for help with his homework.

“Ask Dad, Jay,” Peter said, trying to send his brother away.

‘No fair, you always get to play with Will.” Jayden folded his arms with a pout.

“That’s because he’s my friend. Duh!” Peter said back.

Jayden’s grumpy face was making Will stifle a laugh. Though he was feeling a little bad for the kid. “Maybe I can help him out just for a bit?”

“What, why?” Peter groaned. “Fine.” The older brother let Will and Jayden go.

Finishing Jayden’s homework was easy, but Jayden also wanted Will to play with him. He kept trying to sneak away only for Jayden to pull him back. When Mr. Stranton called all the boys for dinner, Will finally managed to escape. He had been a slight bit uncomfortable hanging around a kid he never knew existed until today, but there was something familiar about it. Walking into the kitchen up to Mr. Stranton, was the first time Will noticed he was the same height as the man.

As they sat down, Will couldn’t pry his eyes away from Mr. Stranton. Even sitting they were at the same level. Odd at first but as the boys tore into dinner, Will worried less and less about it. He had always felt comfortable in the Stranton home, but now he was feeling even better. Something about the liveliness of the Stranton men created a familial warmth. Once dinner was over the boys quickly scattered. Will would have followed but he elected to do the dishes. While he was filling the sink Mr. Stranton came by and cupped his ass, then kissed him straight to the mouth. Will was surprised but ended up kissing back, Mr. Stranton was dangerously talented with his mouth.

There was a sound of a throat clearing and the two men spun around to find Peter standing there. Will’s mouth fell open. This was terrible.

“Dads don’t be gross.” Peter went into the fridge and pulled out an apple.

“Don’t be jealous, maybe someday you’ll meet a lucky guy or gal.” Mr. Stranton pulled Will close and muzzled their faces. Will wasn’t responding; he was stuck on what Peter had just said.

“Whatever,” Peter walked away smiling.

The truth is though Mr. Stranton was getting pleasingly handsy, and in a moment of weakness Will had slipped his hand into the back of Mr. Stranton’s pants to cup that ass, Will questioned what Peter said. The moment he finished washing the dishes instead of having a romp with Mr. Stranton, he ran to Peter’s room.

“Why did you call me Dad?” The words were out his mouth when he burst through the door.

“No, I didn’t,” Peter said after getting over his initial shock.

“You most certainly did, kiddo.” That last word flew out his mouth before he even realized it. Where did he get off saying that, weren’t Peter and he the same age?

“Oh, sorry then,” Peter stated. “I guess, I feel you’re kind of like my dad. Since you’re dating him and all.”

That made more sense. Peter had just had a slip of the tongue. Will had been with Mr. Stranton for a long time, so it followed that the son would think of him as a father too. Will walked over a rubbed Peter’s head. “You’d make a cool son.”

Peter’s face lit up at that though he tried to hide his slight smirk. He tossed Will a game controller. “Co-op?”

“You know it!” Will hopped onto Peter’s bed. It was a school night, but Will still ended up falling asleep in Peter’s bed. Before he dozed off, he thought someone would wake him. But that never came to pass. That night Will dreamed of having sex with Mr. Stranton in every room of the house. For one final time Will’s body grew. This time it was Peter’s bed that had to handle the shift.

“Dad, Dad!”

Bill woke up expecting to find an alarm. Except all he found was Peter standing over him. The young jock was standing in loose shorts, waiting on his father.

“What happened?” Bill rubbed his head.

“We were playing games last night and you fell asleep on my bed. But I got to get ready for school and Dad says you’re driving us.”

“Oh, shoot I took your bed? Why didn’t you wake me up last night?”

Peter shrugged as if he were too cool to care. “I grabbed an old sleeping bag and slept on the floor.”

Bill stood up stretching, taking up even more space in the teen’s room. As Bill stared, something was off about Peter. Was it the pajamas? No. Maybe his hair? Nah, Peter’s light brown hair was suffering from bed head but that wasn’t anything new. Though his hazel eyes were looking a bit more tired this morning than usual.

 Mulling it over, Bill left the room, leaving Peter to get dressed. He knocked on Jayden’s door to wake his younger son up. Then he strode over to the room that he shared with his lovely husband.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Stranton.” Rory was wearing one of his cocky smiles. “Heard you stole our son’s bed last night.”

“It was an accident, MR. STRANTON,” Bill shot back. The two men shared a laugh. They began undressing to change for the day. Bill was definitely drinking the sight of his husband’s nude body. Bill knew he was lucky to have landed a guy as strapping as Rory Stranton. Hell, he even took the guy’s last name! Though he knew Rory felt just as lucky. Bill was a huge man even bigger than Rory. Bill could comfortably rest his blond bearded chin on Rory’s head. No one would have ever suspected Rory was the type of man who could open his heart up to another guy, but there Bill was.

When they decided to have kids, they each chose a surrogate that looked similar to their partner. That led to Peter and Jayden looking like the perfect mixture of the two. Other parents could hardly tell who had the biological connection.

Bill made sure to pretend to struggle with his khaki pants, as if he couldn’t squeeze his oversized ass and elongated cock into them. It had the desired effect of making Rory do the same, so Bill slid over and helped slip his man into them. The two made out until Rory put a finger on Bill’s lips.

“Jayden says he doesn’t think girls are yucky anymore.”

“Oh boy, another puberty to look forward to,” Bill wiped his head. “You know that one’s on you right?” Bill had taken charge the first time with Peter, setting him aside, explaining how the Stranton men were blessed with oversized cock and balls. Peter even shared he’d slept with a guy and liked it and maybe he was bisexual. Rory always went on that he’d never been able to bring that side of Peter out, and that there was just something special about Bill. He had a special connection to all the other Stranton men. Peter liked playing video games with him. Jayden liked to have his attention constantly and Rory Stranton loved to get intimate all the time

Bill buttoned his long sleeve plaid shirt, sealing away his amazing torso. Thankfully, the fullness of his chest prevented the top buttons from being fastened. Blond chest hair poked out the top proudly. He decided to add a little spice and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, then slid into his gray tennis shoes with ease. Bill picked up his black rim glasses from the nightstand. ‘Dad’ outfit complete, he posed in the mirror like Superman, at least until his husband caught him.

Finished getting dressed, Bill waited in the SUV as his sons came barreling out of the house. Rory still had his truck but that was only used when the family went camping. As Bill pulled off the driveway he couldn’t help but think:

It’s great to be a Stranton man.