Rebuild, Replaster, Remould (Original)

 

 A/N:  I try to keep this the other way around, but on this I recommend reading the Tumblr Version for the spicier scenes.

 

*CRASH*
 
The words, ‘scatter’ or ‘scram’ were never shouted. It was the annual neighborhood baseball game for fathers and sons in Sedar’s park. Not a group of kids dicking around. Everyone watched Trevonte’s bat make a ball soar through the air right into a house window. One of the problems of having the parks so close to residential housing. Even worse, the owner of the house was the new staff member at the local school.
 
Mr. Jergens, father of the pitcher, groaned “Rhett, you threw it too soft again!" He shook his head. The man was a symbol of athleticism, gym trained. Hard-body and muscles showing through his tight, recently printed ‘father& son’ day shirt. The light blue sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a lightly hairy arm on display. The white center of the short had the yearly text stretched tight against his pecs. He chewed on his gum; jaw already covered in light beard after shaving days ago. Cap on backwards, he took it off for a moment to scratch his head, moving his brown locks out of his eye.  Only one thought was in his mind: Why did Rhett give Trevonte such a shit throw?
 
“Dad, that was perfect!” Rhett complained back. His dad only had in him baseball for most of his life; he knew how to throw a ball. Also, this was supposed to be a FUN game, not a test of skills. They had on the same uniform but were clearly not playing the same game. Rhett was leaner than his dad, blonde, and softer spoken. For him to talk back he had to be at a breaking point. The other dads and sons were giving Rhett that second hand embarrassed look. They knew the routine. Nothing to do but feel sorry for Rhett. Kids could not choose their parents. bBeing a young talent to a perfectionist dad was the worst. Rhett rolled his eyes out of sight of his dad, watching as Trevonte ran off the field.
 
“Sorry, that was on me!” Trevonte lied attempting to take some of the heat off Rhett. What were best friends for? Then the black boy ran up to his dad, resting in the dugout as Mr. Weldon gave his son a high five. They did two and on the second he made the teen jump for it. Hilarious as Mr. Weldon was 6’4” compared to his son’s 5’2”. The black man was an Adonis, but unlike Mr. Jergens, Mr. Weldon’s muscle came from construction work and rugby on the weekends. Trevonte hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet, but there was no denying he was going to be a stud when it came. He had already caught Rhett's eye. As Rhett did his.
 
“You know what you’ve got to do?” Mr. Weldon set his hands on his hips nodding to the house.
 
“Apologize.” Trevonte repeated.
 
“That’s right.” Mr. Weldon patted his boy’s back, “Let them know we’ll cover any of the cost.” 
 
Trevonte nodded, pulling off his helmet and shouting at the others. “Gonna go get the ball and apologize.” Everyone nodded, knowing the drill as another dad produced another ball, handing it to Rhett.
 
“Not so fast,” Mr. Jergens shouted. “Rhett, go with him and apologize for that terrible throw.”

“What?!” Rhett complained.
 
“You heard me,” His dad responded with a head nod, that said ‘get to it’ as he leaned his brawny arms on the park dugout fence.

Rhett pouted while walking off.
 
“Sammy, come on. This is supposed to be a fun day.” Mr. Weldon saddled up to his old friend rubbing his neck, getting right at that pressure point.
 
“Mmmmm,” Mr. Jergens said, rolling his neck along with the thick fingers’ touch. “No, Oscar, the boy needs to learn. He messes up, he should apologize too.” His shoulders dropped a tad as Oscar brought up his other hand to work those too. No one paid them any mind. The two had been like that forever, Mr. Strict’ and his calm massage therapist. One of the things about small towns was watching how everyone developed. Oscar Welson always had a closeness and way of defusing Sammy Jergens in a way people thought was unique until Sammy met his wife. But without her, Father-Son town activities would be impossible to get through without Oscar.
 
So, for that sacrifice, no one ever mentioned the boners they got getting handsy with each other. The two were very well endowed and in tight baseball pants that already showed their ass, any guy could look over and see the massive hogs these guys were carrying for each other. 
 
Mr. Weldon worked his friend’s tension out as the game continued. Soon enough, however, the fill-in pitcher had the bases loaded, due to even worse throws. Mr. Jergens started to quietly fume again as Mr. Weldon applied more pressure.
 
“Where the hell is he? How long does it take to apologize and get a ball back?” He spat.
 
“Easy now.” Mr. Weldon rested a hand on his friend's chest. “I agree it’s taking a bit long, so let’s go check on them, WITHOUT biting their heads off, hmmm?” He offered.
 
“Fine.” Mr. Jergens huffed before walking off with his friend. 
 
The house where the ball landed. They knew the house used to be Ms. Shelby’s, but she sold it to go live with her daughter. The man in there now was a mystery. People may have pretended not to care, but everyone wanted to know his deal. Such was the life of a small town. He was apparently a therapist/counselor for the students and some parents had opinions. Though no one ever said anything concrete about his worth ethic it was all based on ‘vibes’.
 
For Mr. Jergens and Mr. Weldon, those vibes were hard to catch when strolling up to the pristine. All the wear and tear it had gotten under its previous ownership had been swiftly dealt with. Roof fixed, outer bricks refreshed and a freshly mowed yawn. The only misaligned bit being the obvious hole in his window.  The two didn’t need to go far to find the owner as he was outside washing his car.

The Indonesian man was bent over, washing the car’s sides. He was in nothing but a white tank top, blue shorts and flip-flops. He had a short and lean build compared to the two hulking men approaching him. 
 
“Mr. Gunawan!” Mr. Weldon gave a wave and smile, as the homeowner turned and stood up, coming only to Weldon’s chest.
 
“Call me Halim, please.” The man stuck out his hand that Mr. Weldon shook. 
 
As his large hand cupped the smaller man’s, Mr. Weldon took note of something. Halim Gunawan’s black hair was perfectly combed, not a blemish on his skin, and a row of perfect white teeth. The homeowner was as put together as his house. It was strangely comfortable in a way Mr. Weldon couldn’t quite place. Like seeing a dog and just KNOWING it matched the owner.
 
“We’re looking for our boys,” Mr. Jergens cut through rudely. “They put that hole through your window.” He pointed out. “Which my son will be more than happy to work off until he can learn to pitch.”
 
The man turned to the hole “Oh yeah! Rhett and Trevonte, nice boys. I told them they could just go, the door’s open, feel free to go get them.”
 
Mr. Jergens didn’t need to hear anything else; he was charging straight inside. Mr. Weldon was right behind him. The door was already cracked opened, and one shove was all it needed to fly back as Mr. Jergens stepped in. Immediately, the men could see the baseball was planted in a wall.
 
Mr. Weldon stepped up, examining it. “This is what happens when companies buy cheap shit.” He reached up and with a bit of force plucked out the baseball. “Yeesh, that’s gonna be a pretty penny for me.”
 
“Forget the drywall, where’s Rhett and Trevonte?” Mr. Jergens grumbled, looking around the empty living room as a smell, perfectly sweet, drifted into the room. The man followed his nose as the aroma nagged at his mind to go further into the house. He walked past the dining room and into the kitchen. Rhett and Tre were there munching on freshly baked chocolate chip cookies sitting out, with glasses of milk in hand. 
 
“What are you two doing?” Mr. Jergens chastised. “Did you ask before eating someone else's food?”
 
“It’s soo good though dad.” Rhett moaned, there was something off about his eyes. The green in them looked almost glassy, as if he wasn’t even here. Despite how strange it was, Mr. Jergens had to admit the cookies did look good. Maybe he could take one and just blame it on the growing boys? Only then did he notice he was already munching on the chocolate deliciousness dancing across his tongue as his thoughts faded.
 
“Are you guys ready to go?” Mr. Weldon came in tossing the ball in his hand. The smell had also gripped his nose and seeing everyone else munching down, he didn’t mind treating himself. After his first cookie his mind was gone too. 
 
—-
 
Mr. Jergens' eyes opened. He was back in the living room. His baseball clothes were removed, and he was in his underwear. White shapely briefs that did nothing to hide his ass or obscure his goose egg-sized testicles and sausage width cock. The man couldn’t move or speak, only see out from his eyes directed straight ahead. Oscar stood beside him, barely in his peripheral vision, in the same state of undress, wearing boxers, just as frozen. Their boys, however, stood a few feet in front of them on the opposite side of the room. They had also been stripped down to their boxer-briefs, muscular youthful bodies out in the open, developing bulges front and center. 
 
“You’re awake!” Halim smiled, sitting on his couch, wiping his sweat on a towel. “Good, that means we can get started!”
 
“Mmmmmm?!” Mr. Jergens tried to yell, but his mouth was closed tight. His eyes went back to the boys. Their eyes were just as active; they looked like Ken dolls standing there stripped. Which meant Oscar and he probably did too.
 
“You know it’s not nice to go into people's houses eating their food.” Halim stated, as he placed his hands on Mr. Jergen’s hairy pecs. The lithe brown fingers traced into the brown chest hair, playing with it, before running over the nipples, that hardened quickly under his touch. Halim’s hands went lower to the abs, and his face was more studious, the farther he got down. The stranger poked and prodded the father, testing his body. Pressing into the abs, a squeeze of the biceps, bend of the elbows, grasp of the ass cheeks, even weighing his testicles. Halim explored every inch of Mr. Jergens, and it felt good. Mr. Jergens could do nothing to hide the boner he sprung in front of his son from another man’s touch. 
 
Halim stood up nodding to himself, “I have to admit. The cookies were just an excuse. When your son came up to me, I could just tell he needed help.”  The man walked over to Oscar performing the same examination. Oscar’s pleasure was a bit more overt. Halim’s fingers were like ecstasy as he moaned all the way through, right next to Mr. Jergen’s ear. “I’m glad you came Mr. Weldon. I think you and your son are exactly what those other two need.” Halim backed up smiling as Oscar’s cock slipped out of his boxers, hard, and dripping precum. A large excited black cock in the room with everyone. Oscar muttered something that sounded like an apology to everyone as his cock refused to go down. Continuing his work Halim made his way over to the boys and performed the same strange ritual.
 
A quick snap of Halim’s fingers and everyone was freed from stasis. Mr. Jergens couldn’t will his body leave, or attack Halim, they just had a bit more freedom than before. “What are you going to do to us?” He managed to get out.
 
Spinning on his feet with a wide grin, Halim said. “Fix what’s broken here,” he motioned between Mr. Jergens and his son. “I bring people together. That’s why I came to this town. I see you want your son to be more like you, and your son wishes you were nicer.”
 
Mr. Jergens, shocked at the statement, had his eyes fly to Rhett who wouldn’t meet his gaze. The words must have been true. The man knew he could be difficult sometimes, but his own son didn’t think he was nice.
 
“Let me show you how I can help,” Halim pressed his palm to Jergens' abs.  Applying pressure, he pushed further, and the brown hand sunk into tan skin as if pushing into quicksand. The smaller male stepped to the side, giving the boys clear view as to what exactly was happening.
 
A deep invasion occurred to Samuel Jergens as the hand dug around inside him. A soft scooping of his soul. When the hand came out it had a huge writhing putty like mass, the same fleshly color as Samuel himself. Samuel didn't feel like the full Mr. Jergens when Halim’s had exited. No, Samuel felt a deep vacancy within himself, as if a large portion of him was hollow.
 
“We got a feisty one,” Halim joked, showing off the large helping of doughy flesh he had. There was no aggression or erratic behavior from the mass, but there was no doubt to Samuel it was alive. A part of him. Halim walked over and with his free hand did the same to Oscar, except this time the man’s touch was gentler, delicately moving around inside the black male.
 
Despite the visual of being invaded so publicly Mr. Weldon could not will his cock to go down. It bobbed in response to every shift inside him from Halim. The boys once again had a clear view of what was happening. Eventually Halim found something and clenched a fist pulling on the man. Mr. Weldon threw his head back as his cock erupted in response. Cum surged out his dick and launched across the room as the first shot splattered perfectly on Trevonte’s face. Halim pulled a black mass out as the orgasm died as that version of Mr. Weldon went with it. Oscar was left feeling empty and drained. Halim patted him on the back. His stolen mass was less active, but no less alive than his friend’s.
 
Then Halim mashed both of the masses together, rolling them around in his hand and kneading them as their colors mixed and settled into a blended putty.  Once satisfied, he rested the sphere on the ground, propping his foot over top of it like a soccer ball. Next, like lightning, his hands went inside the boys and pulled smaller masses out, none of the showmanship as before: over and done. Nothing compared to what he took from their fathers. A quick twist of the hand was all he gave to mix it together. Then removing his hand, the boys’ conjoined mass floated in the air. 
 
“Time to begin.” Halim turned back to Samuel. “Watch closely now,” The man’s left hand caressed Rhett’s face, as his thumb gently stroked over the soft features. As he did, Rhett’s face began to get rubbed away, deforming in real time into the same clay texture next to Halim’s head.
 
“Hey, what are you?” Rhett tried to say just as the thumb traced over his mouth and wiped it away. “Mmpphhhh!”. A swipe up and one of Rhett’s eyes was gone. If he had any panic, it was all gone once the boy’s face was. Halim then took the hair and tucked it into the fleshy mannequin that was once Rhett. 
 
Then cleaving the fathers’ mass on the floor in two he began to coat half of it onto Rhett’s body. He wasn’t simply covering the boy either, Halim was warping the integrity of the young male’s body. His entire arm shoved through Rhett’s head until it emerged on the other side, fingers wiggling free. Halim added his other arm into Rhett’s figure, forcing the fathers’ concoction to follow the man’s movement into Rhett. Halim pulled his arms out, as Rhett became a clay cocoon, no distinguishable features. All devoured by whatever had been poured on and in him from his dad and Mr. Weldon. Rhett’s natural skin color was lost, integrated by the brown pigmentation. Grabbing where the shoulders used to be, Halim pulled up, then out as Rhett stretched to his command. Carefully, the man began to sculpt a head shape and facial features, before moving to the body. Wide shoulders went best with a heavy chest as Halim brought two bodacious, muscle pecs to life from Rhett’s chest.
 
Pausing on Rhett, Halim grabbed the remaining half of what he’d taken from the men and dumped it right on Trevonte. Mr. Weldon’s cum was still cooling on his son’s face as it was hidden along with the rest of him. Trevonte went from boy to blob of putty right on the spot as its hue darkened consuming the boy. Halim got to work, twisting and reshaping him into a more imposing stance. Just like with Rhett, Halim pushed him into a taller version of himself. The extra mass was perfect for muscle fodder. Cannonball shoulders, formidable biceps. It was all coming together nicely.  While he was dividing Rhett and Trevonte’s abs into the perfect complementary six pack.

He snapped his fingers, turning back to their dad. “Apologies, sometimes I get so lost.”
 
Halim approached the men, cracking the small ball by his head from their son’s like an egg, then rubbing it on both men’s abs as it was absorbed within them.
 
Samuel and Oscar felt it in unison, Memories not their own. A combination of their boys’ flying into their heads. A part of the men had been taken, and the contribution from their sons was being used to replace it. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn't supposed to be. Both men were both still so hollow, an emptiness inside them. The boys were too small to fix that. More was occurring under the surface. Samuel saw exactly how much of a hard ass he was to Rhett, even if his boy loved him. He saw how well Oscar and Trevonte got along. 
 
As for Oscar he was overwhelmed by how frustrated Rhett was with Samuel’s behaviors. Oscar had always had a nearly saintly demeanor for his best friend, but Rhett’s thoughts were intertwining with his own. He also got a heaping of Trevontae experiencing Samuel’s perfectionist attitude towards Rhett. Another boy's frustration taking root within him. Luckily there was more than just negativity. Oscar always thought of himself as reserved, but Trevonte’s laid-back nature went even further, regressing a fundamental part of the man.

Then it happened. Samuel collapsed in on himself. Not like a building falling, almost like a wax figure slowly melting. He sensed it. Within him the strong solid foundation that made him… himself was gone. He wasn’t the man ‘Mr. Jergens’ anymore. The part of Rhett and Trevonte stuff inside of him made him realize that. Samuel could not hold his shape, and his bulky body gave way, revealing just how much of him had become a shell. Halim was there in a flash, hand already in motion manipulating the man’s body. 
 
The so-called therapist compressed and compacted Samuel’s body down, easily.  There was nothing to resist because nothing of substance was inside Samuel. The man shrunk as Halim contorted him around, reworking his musculature for its proper frame. 
 
Samuel felt like nothing and everything. The man’s hand was once again going beyond his physical body. Halim pressed on his shoulders, patting them down. When Halim’s fingers invaded, Samuel got another rush of the boy’s conjoined memories. They weren’t just placed into him, they were mixing into him, altering his sense of self. Every second that passed with Halim hard at work, Samuel identified more with the boys. As if he himself was a boy and not the large man that had wandered into the home. From his feet to his hands everything got reworked smaller, softer, rejuvenated. The remaining bits of him were enough to mold him into a new teen.  He opened his new eyes to see Halim squatted in front of him with a smile.  “You’re not quite finished yet.” 

He patted Samuel on the head before walking to Oscar.
 
Across from them, parts of Rhett and Trevontae’s bodies had turned back into real flesh, their chest moved, breathing. Monumental pecs with dollop sized hard nipples. Down lower, their cock’s hug out massive, rivaling their fathers’ perhaps even dwarfing them. 
 
As Samuel watched, hair sprouted from the boys’ skin, coating their pecs as, then a forest of new pubes emerged around their bare crotches. Rhett’s face was the first to return, face longer, jawline sharper than before. Light brown loose curly hair spilled across his head. Not a trace of blonde remained. When Trevonte’s face reemerged, tight curls happily arose alongside him. His neck was wider, like a lineman’s body wider than the previous men. Trevonte’s skin’s pigmentation had darkened from mixing with his dad’s, Samuel and Rhett’s additions easily gobbled into the blend with no impact.

Beards erupted on the newly carved jawlines, hiding those sharp angles underneath well-groomed facial hair. The Jergens genes were making the boys hairier than Samuel had ever been.
 
“What do you think?” Halim asked. Samuel thought he meant the boys, but with a snap of the stranger’s finger, Samuel’s body turned towards Oscar. All of Oscar's mass and muscle were gone. He stood reshaped into a young teen. Not the one Samuel had known in his original youth, but one completely created by mixing in Rhett and Trevonte. An understanding shot down Samuel’s back, it was exactly what had happened to him. Trevonte still had on his very large boxers only because his cock was holding it up through the slit. The cock was no longer the beast it had once been, but the horniness was there. Samuel looked down at himself realizing his underwear had long since dropped to the floor.
 
A rational person would have screamed or yelled at the sight, but he couldn't. Halim, whatever he had done, had removed the worry from Samuel’s head. Samuel knew the sight was strange but couldn't compel himself to react. Another snap of Halim's fingers and Samuel’s body turned back to look at their sons.
 
“What happened?” a booming voice left Rhett’s mouth.
 
Trevonte responded, “I can’t remember,” voice was gruff
 
The two paused, hearing themselves, looking at each other. Their eyes scanned the massive older bodies where teens had stood moments prior.
 
“Tre?”
 
“Rhett?”
 
“What happened to you?!” They said in unison. 
 
Walking to the center, Halim clapped his hands as Rhett and Trevonte turned to face him.  “What happened is simple, Rhett. I thought you and your father could learn to appreciate each other more. And to make sure you weren’t consumed by your dad’s… persona so to speak, I thought Trevonte and his father could help. They didn’t really need your treatment exactly, but I think it’ll give them a new appreciation.” 
 
The two hunks looked at each other just before their stomachs let out a GRRRLLLLLLRRRG in unison. Turning back to Halim, they unleashed monstrous belches, shaking the house, as their tiny boxer-briefs came flying out of their mouths, landing on the floor in front of them. Just by eyeing the disparity in size, it was comical they even wore them.
 
“Ah, I always forget about those.” Halim laughed, “I just get so into it and the underwear got lost in the sauce.”
 
Trevonte and Rhett were fully naked, mature, massive cocks out, hanging out in front of their fathers, their own boy briefs plopped to the floor. 
 
“I don’t just look big.” Trevonte said, wiggling his fingers “I feel big. Older.” Then he reached down and grabbed his cock. Even in his large hands, the dark rod looked heavy. “And my balls feel so bloated.” He gave it one good stroke and his cock was awake.
 
Halim shrugged, “That’s on me, shouldn't have mixed you with your father’s nut on your face, but eh, what can you do? I think your unborn brothers went straight to your balls.”
 
Trevonte moved his cock out the way, and his mouth dropped open, finding goose eggs hanging below. He turned to Rhett who had large testicles on his own but not what Trevonte was working with.

“My dad’s brain, your dad’s brain. They’re both in my head. I don’t feel much like a boy either.” Rhett added that, eyes taking in Trevonte. His crush had already existed and whatever he had inherited from their dads amped it up to 11. His cock hardened without a single touch, with their dad’s watching. And thanks to whatever magic Halim had worked, he didn’t feel any shame in that moment. 
 
Halim nodded, “This is how things are. I did some tweaking combining all of your best qualities so everyone could share…of course that means some bad ones are shared too. But ultimately boys, welcome to fatherhood as your own fathers have been dwindled back into youths after sharing such a large part of themselves.”
 
The Jergens and the Weldon’s all exchanged looks. There was a new hierarchy. The new fathers were more manly, and the sons were more boyish. A total swap of youth and power. One that neither party had asked for but rather been forced into. 
 
“You are all welcome for the free session by the way. All I ask is that the newly anointed fathers fix my wall before you go.” He walked away leaving all the other males standing.
 
Trevonte and Rhett didn’t think they had any knowledge fixing a wall and yet their subconscious guided them as they nakedly patched up the hole. Once they did, Halim returned carrying the uniform he had taken from them. Samuel and Oscar slipped into their clothes fine, though they were not excited about wearing the underwear their former sons had burped up. As for Trevonte and Rhett, their father’s former clothes were even tighter on their bodies. Chest too large, asses too fat, cocks bulging. 
 
They walked out of the house, a matching doll set. The door shut behind them. The sky had the same hue as when they went inside. That couldn't have been possible. Halim had ‘worked’ on them for what they experienced as hours. And yet standing under the warm gaze of the sun barely a few minutes had passed since crossing the threshold. They awkwardly made their way back to the game.
 
—
 
Sammy stood at home base as he bunted the ball and got his last strike. “Are you kidding me?! That was a hit," the teen shouted.
 
“You did great Sammy, but you’re out. Just hit it next time.” Rhett said from the sidelines. Watching his father play was awkward. Knowing that all the power his dad should have had was resting on his and Trevonte’s bodies. There was an underlying urge, a nag almost to scold Sammuel’s technique courtesy of Jergen's testosterone. Thankfully Mr. Weldon’s personality was a good, calm, and rational service.
 
“I did hit it!” Samuel, didn’t mean to argue back so much, but teenage hormones were unrelenting.

“Dude just go sit out,” Oscar shouted from first base. The teen couldn’t put up with his best friend's shit the way he used to and was much more willing to hold his ass to the fire.
 
Samuel trudged his way back to the dugout as Rhett went up to bat, rubbing his son’s head lovingly. None of the other fathers or sons saw anything different. They believed the Jergens and Weldon pairs that returned were the exact same one who had left. 

The baseball came fast as Rhett’s bat connected and sent it flying with the strength of two men. Samuel watched, annoyed, and somewhat impressed at how effortlessly his son used his newfound strength. The team went wild as Oscar and Rhett made their victory lap across the bases. The boy let out a sigh, his son was an even better player. 
 
By the time everyone was heading home, father and son day over with an orange sky setting in. The Jergens and Weldons were doing another play inning.  Sammy at bat, Rhett throwing the ball, Oscar and Trevonte watching on the sidelines. It had been an afternoon of learning their new roles. The sons now the men, the father the boys. They needed to decompress more. 

Perhaps all the more shocking that despite the different last names, Rhett and Trevonte were married. Their own budding romance, mixed in with whatever their father’s had, bloomed into a fully developed relationship. It came too as the other fathers and sons made comments about them and new memories trickled in. They were one big family unit.
 
“You’re swinging too slow, Sammy. Wait an extra second.” Rhett offered advice. The critiques flew out naturally, but he had the knowledge on how to say them gently. He tossed the ball again. The bat connected with it and sent the ball flying. Into the outfield.
 
“I’m on it!” Rhett charged off, as the new Mr. Jergens tore down the field. 
 
“Can we go home now?” Oscar asked the new Mr. Weldon. “I think my body needs a nap. I’m tired.”  The black teen rubbed his neck.
 
“Sure let’s—-
 
Trevonte’s words were cut off by a sound from down the field. A loud rip occurred as Rhett bent over to retrieve the ball. All eyes flew to him as his ass shredded right through his dad’s former boxers and pants, mooning everyone left in the process. Another tear happened closer to the boys, right from Trevonte’s crotch as his cock tore out the uniform pants. The black dick twitched in the air, fully aroused at the sight. He truly was his father’s son. 
 
Both men had to cover themselves as the consistency of their clothes was ready to give way. The walk to the cars was even more embarrassing as the men could practically sense their sons eying them up. Rhett and Trevonte’s eyes met, and they gave each other a slight smile. 

Life was going to be strange from now on, but they could shape this new one however they wanted, just as they had been shaped.