Parenting Skills

 Originally posted on Tumblr: July 16th 2021

 

“Hey buddy, no need to cry. I got you.” Jeremy Weathers said helping his son, Kyle, up after he tripped on the porch. The father and son duo had been visiting Jeremy’s older brother, Oscar. Too bad Oscar lived near the woods, and the high wooden porch in his backyard had the father on edge.

“You should have let him trip. It would have taught him a lesson.” Oscar grumbled. “Tough love just like our dad taught us.”

Jeremy whirled his head around in disbelief, “You’re joking, right? Dad was hardly ever around.” Their dad may not have been a physically abusive monster, but neglect was its own abuse. He believed in the tale old ‘men don’t cry or show affections.’ Oscar, being the older brother, had certainly absorbed a lot of that and was good at acting it out. But when the brothers were alone, they were each other’s support system. Jeremy had promised himself he had to be the opposite of his dad. He didn’t want to smother his son but at least be there to encourage his son to share all his emotions.

“I know dad wasn’t perfect, but he did have some good points.” Oscar took a sip of beer sitting in his chair, looking out over his backyard. He had been blessed with a similar bulky physique to their dad, even growing his beard recently, unlike Jeremy who was rail thin. “Don’t baby him.”

There was a dry snort from Jeremy. Kyle was just a kid. If he wasn’t going to baby him now, then when? Jeremy released his son. “Okay, sport you got this.” Jeremy walked over to his brother and sat down, ‘What’s this all about?” Jeremy smirked.

“What?” Oscar said.

“You invite me over just to talk about how great dad is?” Jeremy said. “Did mom put you up to this?”

Oscar shook his head. It wasn’t that, “Dad was here the other day.” The older brother sat down his beer adjusting his baseball cap.  He was trying to avoid Jeremy’s gaze. “Don’t get it mixed up, I didn’t invite him. He was here when I got home.”

“And?” Jeremy asked.

“We had a long talk about us…about you?” Oscar lifted up his head, his face stone cold, “Said you were keeping his grandson from him. That you were going to make Kyle a wimp.”

“You already knew there was no way, I was going to let dad meet Kyle. Hell, he’d let Kyle get hit by a bus and tell him to walk it off.” Jeremy retorted.

Oscar nodded his head. There was no denying that part. “He said try things his way and you’ll get a son who starts acting like a man.” Oscar winced at what he was about to say, “And seeing you today I think he has a point.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped but Oscar quickly continued, “Not saying you’re a bad dad, but you should let Kyle experience somethings for himself.”

“Shaking his head Jeremy rubbed his temples, “Why would I do things dad’s way?”

Oscar shrugged, “Don’t know, but you were always the smart one. If there’s anyone who can find a medium, it’s you.”

Jeremy sighed, “Okay.” He wiped his mouth looking around, they were practically in the middle of nowhere. “Hey Kyle, your uncle and I are going to head in for a little bit. We’ll be right inside the living room. If you need us call.” Jeremy tapped his brother on the shoulder as they made their way inside.  All the while he heard Oscar whispering a mantra, “This is the right thing to do.’

Meanwhile, Kyle, only 7, had no interest in what either of the older men were talking about. The moment his dad was gone he made his way off the porch to the grassy part of the yard. He was going to kick rocks and dirt. His mom would never let him get away with that.  He was having a fun time acting like he was an adventurer, running between trees.  He went further into the woods.

A root snagged Kyle’s foot and he collided with the ground. Hard. Immediately tears started to flow from his eyes as he looked around for his dad. However, for the first time ever, his dad didn’t come running. Kyle realized his dad wasn’t going to come this time. If he needed an adult, he’d have to go to them, like at school. Tears, still pouring down his face Kyle got up. There was a big dirt smear over the front of his clothes.

Kyle started walking back towards the house to find his dad. He wanted to call out to him or cry, but his throat wouldn’t let him. At the time he didn’t know it, but his vocal cords were starting to shift. His body ached from colliding with the ground. As Kyle walked his footsteps got heavier. The boy grimaced feeling his feet growing to the edge of his shoes. His bones started stretching, as the little boy turned into a lanky teen.

The freshly made teen struggled to move his new body. Though his sudden growth had pushed him right into the throes of puberty. Muscles poured into Kyle’s torso, bulking him up. Abs and pecs pushed forth a sign of his avid lifestyle working out. Kyle’s legs throbbed, years of training and running emerged as his calves reshaped.  His feet erupted from his shoes as his hands swelled in size. Kyle’s clothes shredded and fell off his body. He stood at a proud 5’10

Kyle knew he was a big kid now. But why? He also knew he was naked and that was a bad thing. He grabbed the remainder of his clothes and rushed back to the house. His longer legs carrying him in stride.

At the house, Jeremy sat back on his brother’s couch watching the game. Oscar came from upstairs, carrying a strange case. The older brother plopped his ass down in the single chair beside the sofa. “These are dad’s prized cigars. A gift he gave when he left my house the other day. Said it’ll make men out of us.”

“Dude, you know I don’t smoke. And you’re not about to smoke around my son.” Jeremy stated.

Oscar grinned rubbing the back of his head, “Well your son is outside, and you’ve never had anything like this before.” He presented the open box, inside were two cigars though one had clearly been lit previously.

Jeremy folded his arms, laughing “I get it. This was a set up to get me to smoke these cigars with you. Even that parent stuff.” Jeremy leaned over and ran his hand under his brother’s chin, ‘Is that why you started growing this beard, to look cooler?”

Oscar batted, his younger brother’s hands away, “No man I’m telling you these cigars are something else. I just tried a little bit yesterday and this beard came in. but then I remembered Dad said we should take them together then; Kyle can learn from real men.”

Jeremy arched an eyebrow, “Smoking doesn’t make you a real man.” Though the longer he looked, something about those cigars was appealing.

Oscar was about to reply, but before the conversation continued there was a knock at the sliding rear door. Turning around in the couch, Jeremy saw a naked young man looking through holding a bundle of clothes. Jeremy knew his son was out there with this nudist and he sprinted to the back. “Who are you?” Jeremy stepped out onto the patio, looking for his son. “Kyle? Kyle, where are you?”

“Holy shit!” Oscar said, walking out the house to see the nude young man.

“Daddy, I’m right here. I was growing and everything hurt.” Kyle lifted up his former clothes. Shirt, shorts, socks, underwear, even shoes. All with gaping holes where the new Kyle emerged. Jeremy looked in the young man’s face and when they locked eyes, he knew it was his son. The ‘boy’ version of Kyle was gone but all the features from childhood remained only now matured.

Jeremy ripped up the remains of Kyle’s shirt and handed to the young man, “Cover up son.”

 

It barely fit around his new waist. Didn’t matter because soon Kyle passed out falling into his dad’s arms. Growing up fast so soon had required a tremendous amount of energy. He needed to recover.

When Kyle came to, there were fingers running through his hair. Opening his eyes, he discovered his head was in his dad’s lap. Kyle’s body was balled up laying on the couch. His dad’s free hand rested on Kyle’s chest, where Kyle’s own hands were holding it in place.

“What the hell did he do to my son.” Jeremy wasn’t screaming, but he wanted to. The sleeping Kyle was the only thing holding him back.

“I—I don’t know” Oscar stammered. “We don’t even know if dad did this.” Dialing the number to his parent’s cell phone, Oscar tapped his foot on the floor.

“After what you told me, of course he did.” Jeremy fingers started to play on Kyle’s chest. The father was tapping to stay calm. “Maybe he poured something in the dirt. That’s why he was waiting for you when you came home.” Jeremy sucked his teeth. “He’s playing us.”

“Whadda ya want Oscar? Had those cigars yet?” Their Dad southern drawl rang though the phone.

“Dad.” Jeremy said through gritted teeth, “What did you do to Kyle?”

“Huh you questioning me about that? I thought dem cigars were supposed to fix dat? You did smoke ‘em all the way right boy?” Their dad grumbled through the phone.

Jeremy leaned forward and kissed his son’s head. “Go back to sleep Kyle,” Gently removing Kyle’s head. Jeremy stood up, snatched the phone from Oscar and went outside in the front door. Oscar stared back at his fully grown, nephew then out to Jeremy screaming outside the front of the house. This was partly his fault, he should have questioned what his dad was up to, but these damn cigars. He looked down on the coffee table where the box sat. What the hell had his dad said about them?

The yelling outside got even louder. Oscar got up and went outside. This had gone on for long enough, their father certainly needed to explain himself. Oscar joined his brother outside.

Kyle laid in the living room abandoned with the cigars laying out. He tried to go back to sleep, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head. The cigars on the table. He wanted to try one. Badly. He knew all he had to do was put it in his mouth, light it, then smoke it. Kyle jolted up; how did he know that? His parents never smoked. He hadn’t even seen it on TV.

His eyes turned to the cigars; they were calling to him. Reaching in he plucked one out. His dad always said smoking wasn’t cool, so Kyle prayed his dad would forgive him. He stuck the cigar in his mouth. Felt good. Felt right.  Though this thing needed to be lit. Kyle got up walking to the kitchen. He fished out a utility lighter, then he expertly set the cigar ablaze as if he’d done so many times before.

He walked out onto the back porch inhaling the smoke. His lungs swelled up, pushing his pecs out as they grew bigger and bigger with more meat. The valley between his abs became deeper as his abs grew thicker. His legs were restructured as his calves and thighs grew with new power. The boy was soaring into 6’ft territory without stopping. Kyle walked down the wooden steps of the porch, letting his body weight groan each plank. Once on the dirt, his arms fired up with power strong enough to tackle bears. He never even noticed as his memories started to shift walking deeper in the woods.

Jeremy stormed in the house, “So you will,fix it! Don’t ‘whatever,’ me dad!” He passed the phone off to Oscar, who retreated upstairs. Jeremy took a breath to calm down before returning to his boy. Now relaxed Jeremy noticed Kyle wasn’t there, not even in the bathroom. The father noticed the sliding door was open. Jeremy took off running into the woods to find his son. He called and called, but no answer ever came.

Defeated Jeremy had to head back and get his brother for help. Stepping into the backyard, he saw a broad man staring at Oscar’s house.

 

 

“Kyle is that you?” Jeremy stepped forward.

The huge figure turned around as Jeremy spotted the man’s hair darkening as well as his face snapping into place.

 

 

“Kyle, who the hell is that?” His voice was imposing along with his body.

“My— my boy.” Jeremy stated.

“Well, do I look like a boy to you.” The man asked.

 

 

“Definitely not, sir” Jeremy said. His eyes flew down as the man’s junk was completely out. Two huge tennis ball hanging around with a fat 10-inch cock aimed straight at Jeremy. The bear of a man was unbothered by his nudity and his cock crying for attention.

“My eyes are up here, BOY.” The man said but Jeremy couldn’t look away. This man was radiating masculinity from every inch of him. “Ah shit.” Jeremy heard the man say before he stuffed the cigar back in his mouth. “Tried to tell ya not to give it attention.”

There were two solid jerks from the cock before it erupted, firing the daddy bear’s thick cum into the air where it would land on Jeremy’s face and clothes. Jeremy stood sunned as the hot spunk got onto him. The huge man looked unbothered only watching Jeremy.

“What you going to cry?” The man asked.