DILF Chronicles: Richard

 

 

“Congrats, Rich! I’m sure 45 looks good on you. Where are you in the world now?”
 
Dickie was confused, listening to his father, now younger brother, talking to him on the phone. He had woken up in a hotel room to a blaring phone ringing. Right away he noticed the heaviness it took to move his body from under the covers, but it was seeing his large feet slam to the ground that woke him up. Dickie jumped off the bed, shocked to see how far from the ground he was. He was so tall now and his body had gained pecs and abs overnight. There were no signs of his pajamas, only a pair of white briefs adorned him like his father wore. His face was all itchy as a beard had taken up residence on his jaw and upper lip.
 
“You there?” Sean asked. 
 
“Uh yeah, dad,” Dickie reached out for a white balloon tied to the back of a chair. The same white one his dad had blown up and tied to his bed frame last night. He twirled around the end in his finger examining it.
 
Was this really happening?
 
Sean let out a laugh, “Don’t be a dick, Rich. I’m sure dad and mom will give you a call, but you’re always in a different time zone. You can't expect them to keep up.”
 
A download of information came rushing into Dickie’s head as his father spoke. Memories and recollections of things Dickie had never done. A life he had never lived. He went from making fart jokes in the school cafeteria to being the host of board meetings. Richard was a man who traveled like it was going out of fashion, not just for work, but his own enjoyment as well.  When he walked into a room people looked. He was the kind of man that carried a presence with his walk. 
 
Dickie—Richard’s brain tried to process it all. On one hand, he remembered the long flight from Europe, the stay in first class. On the other hand, such a visceral memory of Sean as his dad, asking him last night if Dickie had any wishes for his birthday. When you had a dad as awesome as Sean, what kid wouldn’t wish to get to hang out with him more? That’s what little Dickie thought at the time, but the Richard of here and now was so confused. A wish had aged him overnight.
 
“Where are you?” Richard asked. His voice was commanding and powerful,though he only meant it as a simple inquiry.
 
“Avoiding the question, huh?” Sean stated playfully, “Keep your secrets then. If you must know, I’m out right now but later I’ve got a date, don’t know with who though, Trisha won’t tell me.”
 
“How many times have I said you can’t trust your friends and blind dates?” Richard chuckled. Internally though he had no idea what he was saying. His mouth was running all on its own as if it had talking points pre-prepared.
 
“I know but, not like I had much else going on.” Sean sighed.
 
Their talk ended. Richard hung up and sat on the bed. Elbows on his knees he put his hands through his hair. No if, ands, or buts about it. He had definitely been Sean’s son. From Richard's point of view, Sean was the younger wilder brother. But there was a laugh, a private chuckle, that Sean only let out when he was overly proud of his boy. There was no way for Richard to know that, but Dickie knew it inside out. Of course, he knew his dad’s habits, his laugh, his hugs, his cries. Little Dickie was such an inadequate name for whatever was chilling in Richard’s boxer briefs as he stared down at the bulge. All his. The damn thing throbbed and Richard jolted from the shock and enjoyment. He shook his head. He didn't have time for that. 
 
Throwing on something quick was the easiest solution. Too bad for him that meant dress clothes. He found his hands helping him step into dress pants, fasten a shirt, buckle a belt and button a tie before he even caught it. Next thing he knew, he was out on the curb ordering a ride as if he’d done it his entire life.

A few men and women walked by him whistling at his backside. He had a lot of ass and the black didn’t slim it down at all. A smile was on his lips, he knew he was kryptonite for people. They wanted what they couldn’t have.
 
But Richard couldn’t get distracted, not today. 
 
Eventually, his car came and he was off the street. He watched his phone, reading through work emails as 30 minutes ticked by. The car pulled up to the house and Richard made his way inside swiping the key from under the mat. Once he was inside, he took a deep breath. At least home still smelt like home. Richard looked in the living room, pictures of Sean throughout the place, with Richard by his side in a few. Some were familiar but there were details warped throughout. Richard headed up the stairs.  He opened the door to where his room should have been only to find an empty space.
 
Stepping in, he checked thoroughly. Nothing about Sean’s son remained. He threw open his old closet. No clothes, shoes, or even abandoned toys. Maybe there was something in Sean’s room. A curious thought entered his mind as he made his way to Sean's room. There was an itching curiosity he always had. Upon opening the door, Richard found a larger bedroom. The only thing he remembered being bigger than it actually was. Sean's closet was filled with suits and dress shoes. Richard walked around looking at them, his finger traced over the fabric testing the quality. 
 
Well, without his father there. No reason to not get into his stuff. He spent a while putting on and taking off various of Sean's clothes. They felt nice on his body, a little too small but ultimately it stretched and fit him perfectly. As the older brother it was weird to feel like he was playing dress up in his dad’s clothes. But a look was a look. He snapped a picture.

No saying how long he was there. Some part of him temporarily devolved while raiding Sean’s closet, more fun than he expected. 45 and having the time of his life dressing in clothes that weren’t his. The sun started to go down, Sean hadn’t even returned home yet, but time was running short regardless. 
 
He grabbed a different outfit from Sean’s closet and put it on. He could forgo the jacket; the shirt and pants were enough. Maybe be a bit more formal and add a tie. He made sure everything he had touched was back in place. Then he was off, strutting in front of the house, more confident and satisfied when he entered.
 
At 8PM, Sean slammed his ass down in the chair across from Richard in a huff. “Is that my shirt?” The older brother tried to hold his smirk in.
 
“I thought you might like it.” Richard said, gazing down at the menu in front of him.
 
“You could have said you were back in town.” Sean rolled his eyes.
 
“Where’s the fun in that? Besides I wanted to see you all gussied up. Now come on and order, it's my birthday.”