The Day Crawler

 

 

 “Where are you going?” He hopped down off the upper stairs, blue tail swaying over his lap. His sharp yellow eyes, like a cat’s, locked onto me. A predator teasing his prey. He had just appeared and then positioned into a squat, thick thighs open. He was fully decked out as a creature from another world. My pants and underwear were gone, stolen, while my hard cock pointed straight at him. 
 
I didn’t consider myself exceptionally talented or rich. I didn’t buy an amazing suit nor paint a stellar job. There was no ritual or advanced science at work. The only thing I did was give it my best. My son deserved nothing less. Halloween was tonight and he told me he HAD to be Nightcrawler from the X-men. A teleporting superhero. Look, I saw the 2nd film. I'm not inept. 
 
When Halloween rolled around. I thought I did a pretty nice job. My son however was ecstatic. I’m talking about bouncing off the walls ecstatic. There was so much paint on my hands I got up to go wash them off. I didn’t see the start, but I walked back in on a transformation in progress.
 
Wiping my hands on my pants, I froze as my gaze landed on my son. He stretched to the ceiling as the suit grew with him. His shoulders pushed wider as muscles began to fill, the fake padding of the costumes. My personal shoddy paint job became a consistent blue across his face. The backside of the suit swelled out, round as a peach. The bulge stretched and fattened, resting heavier. His ears stretched back into pointed ends. A beard and thin mustache erupted from his face. Where my son had been was a monster, a mutant, I guess. He turned to me, then pounced. I fell back on my ass.
 
“Rafael, Are you okay?” My voice managed to escape. All he did was give me that tooth grin as he grabbed onto my pants the white gloved fingers of his suit sinking in. As he crawled onto me, a smell of expensive cologne hit my nose. The best thing I had ever smelt in years. My cock was hard. Inches for where he was grabbing. In a puff of smoke, he was gone and so were my pants. My mouth dropped open as my thighs were left out. 
 
My body finally shouted RUN.
 
I got up and scrambled out the door, rushing down the steps. Reaching the bottom stairs, the blue creature with my son’s face popped in front of me and went for me again. I pivoted back as my ass got clenched in strong fingers, sliding on my underwear. Another puff of smoke and he was gone. He had my boxer briefs. I only noticed as my hard cock slapped my thigh as I ran upstairs. Turned on and frightened were not great to be.
 
BAMF! That was the sound when he popped in front of me on the landing squatted. “Where are you going?”  He looked at me as if I was a sweet treat. Precum gathered on my cock head and spilled out. His nostril’s flared. He could smell me. I saw a twitch in his costume. The head of his cock resting on it: he was hard too.
 
I didn’t know if he wanted to kill me or fuck me. “Raf, you still in there?” I backed down the steps as my traitorous cock dripped on the steps. Rafael leaned forward, trained on my dick, not saying anything. “Yeah, I'm still in here,” he said. His voice was suave, smooth, with a twinge of a German accent. Definitely not a voice belonging to my son.
 
My foot hit the last step.  
 
“Look what I can do!” He shouted as he hopped up grabbing the wooden railings pillar. The size of him was insane, the curve of his ass, his arm.

Did this man ride dick like that?

A moan escaped my mouth. My cock throbbed very visibly. His face of wonder shifted to a knowing smirk. He had me. The purpose behind his action had been specifically to show off for me. He disappeared again, and then he was on top of me, wrapped around my waist. Another poof and we were both gone. 

We popped out in our backyard. 

 

He looked at me, tail wrapping around my leg.
 
My back collided with the grass as he yanked his tail. Rafael was kissing my neck. It was a beautiful day. Not something I ever thought I’d notice just before Rafael’s blue lips found mine. Once those lips were on me, my attention was gone. He was eating me up, kissing better than me.
 
Finding the back off the suit's zipper, I pulled. Perhaps hoping it’d bring it to an end. I’d quickly come to find out that was only the start. Rafael smiled, looking down upon me. He thought I had something else in mind. More of his suit came off. Blue paint covered his body. Not a sight of black skin anywhere. He stripped it off, dragging it down to his waist, ensuring I was watching. Pulling it further his cock, sprung out smacking his abs. A twin to my own.
 
He teleported again, right in my face as his cock slid into my mouth. My throat opened and accepted him, until my nose was buried in his pubes. It wasn’t a face fuck, not at first. He just got his dick coated in my saliva then pulled out and slapped every hard inch over my face. Chin to forehead. He shifted his hips and soon I was gargling balls. Beautiful round orbs choked with seed; my tongue lapped at time. My mouth inhaled them. The so-called superhero couldn’t contain his moans, as I made him moan like a bitch on top of me. I wasn't quite myself, but it was all my own actions. I showed Rafael exactly how much his dad loved him.
 
“Dad, I’m gonna—GUHHHHH!!!!” The sexy fucker couldn’t even finish his sentence as his cum burst into me and flew down my throat. Shot after shot. I kept swallowing, relishing in his delectableness.
 
When his cock was spent, he wasn’t. Rafael sat back on my dick, making it too disappear, up his furry cheeks. He took all of me. Like he was made for it. He didn't even have to ride me; my hips were already doing the work. Up and down, he went, not teleporting away, not backing down from every inch I gave him. The euphoria one feels when they cum inside their own flesh and blood. There’s nothing like it. The man riding me was definitely a hero in every way.
 
I sat up and wrapped my body around his, as my hips kept going. My head was in his chest hair, nuzzling as his fingers found my dark curls. “Oh Raf, I can’t stop!” I whispered, not wanting my neighbors to hear as my cock denoted an unforgiving baby-making load inside him. My cum was as eager as his. If flew, no doubt seeking a womb to fertilize the best tail it ever got. However, there was no egg awaiting, up their big bro’s glorious ass, just a voracious cavern that kept sucking them deeper. “Fuck son!” I panted, then made us both collapse on the grass.
 
Our chest battled as neither could catch our breath. His ass did not release my cock, greedily clenched onto it and his siblings. I don’t remember a drop spilling. The day and night was nothing but monster mutant sex for me. The trick we got into when a partner could teleport about the place. Halloween passed us by no sweets for us, besides the cum shots we traded back and forth.
 
The next morning, I awoke to the shower running. Following my cock, I walked into the bathroom to find my son in his naked glory. The blue paint was finally washing off and gathering in the tub before swirling down the drain. I joined him to make sure he got his backside and between those two fat ass cheeks. There was a bit of blue on my dick by the time I got clean.
 
We stepped out and the universe was right again.  With Halloween over his teleporting powers vanished as well. Rafael was human once more. Though our cocks weren’t exactly soft as we watched each other dry off. Which meant I just had a large hunk of a man I was now living with. His clothes had morphed into oversized versions, as everything in our house restructured into a new life. One neither of us had lived as. As partners alongside being father and son.
 
A walk through the park could become a date in the park. We’d sit and talk and I’d try not to lose myself in the beauty of him even with paint stripped away. He was less lustful and more introspective, but love was there and I felt it deep. My cock twitched in my shorts. He gave me a slight smirk. 
 
I was in need of a hero.