WWSMD?

 

 

 “Ugh,” Mr. Behnam sighed, stepping out from the kitchen. “Omar, are you going to do the dishes?”

“No. I should be outside, getting candy, not trapped in here.” The young man had his feet kicked up on the couch. He was stuck inside on Halloween decked out in Spider-Man paraphilia. He couldn’t wear his costume, as his body had torn through it. One shove from his legs and his powerful thigh ripped it right up.  Mr. Behnam thought the best solution was to at least provide him a new costume, but so close to the holiday already no way was he getting a true replacement. All the man could do was buy pieces to put something together. 

Omar had forgone the pants to prance around the Spider-Man undies. Mr. Behnam tried to get him in pants but Omar didn't see the point if he couldn’t go outside. Which he couldn’t, because no one would recognize the man: the beard, the muscle, the body hair? It may be hard to believe but Omar wasn't always this stud lounging around the Behnam house eating all his dad’s food.

Omar turned to his dad, “Wanna fuck?”

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The thud was loud and it came from the dad’s bedroom. Mr. Behnam had seen Omar walk in there, but hadn't thought much of it. His son was often in and out of a lot of rooms these days. With that New Spider-Man movie out young people, teens, and kids were all over the place. shooting fake webs, making sound effects. It was clear everyone was going to be Spider-Man on Halloween. Mr. Behnam, let his son have full reign of the house so, he had never actually seen what the trigger was for the change. Mr. Behnam rushed in thinking a bomb had gone off. And well? There he was, this young man, standing in his room butt ass naked.

 “Dad, I didn’t do it!” The young man stated.

Mr. Behnam didn’t have to ask. The face gave away that it was his son immediately, but he didn’t have words. The young man was tall and had muscles. What more was there to say In his hands was a packaged SD card Mr. Behnam had bought, from the store. There was some Anti-theft technology, but Mr. Behnam  had never once looked up what it did. Turns out aging out the crime seemed to be their solution.

There were calls, emails, and shouting. Why  hadn’t their technology been disabled. The reason they gave: People were stealing halloween costumes and if they were too old, too fat, or too tall to wear it, that  should discourage them entirely. Crazy thinking but there was no reverse or solution, which meant. Omar had rocketed though life stages with no way back.

One could say Omar had an issue of dueling minds. He was no longer his former self, he was smarter, more capable, but that didn't mean his memories had disappeared. The young man was very upset that he couldn’t fit into his favorite clothes anymore. So, he simply refused to wear anything. Big problem for Mr. Behnam when he was greeted by his son’s bare ass every morning.

He was throwing a temper tantrum although either version of him was too old for it. Mr. Behnam’s mental bandwidth had been drained so much, arguing with the store, he just let it happen. Why complain? He was a single father. No one was paying him to stay mad. If Omar wanted to run around butt naked, so be it. But the situation would have been easier if Omar hadn’t ended up so hot.

Worse, Omar didn’t even know how attractive he was, letting his butt jiggle throughout the house. Mr. Behnam did his best not to stare, but he was a single man and sometimes his eyes lingered a little longer. Mr. Behnam didn't even realize when Omar started talking to him again, no longer upset, they had a full conversation. His son was able to talk about the injustice of being screwed over by a company's mistake. But what he mostly wanted to do was gush about that damn Spider-Man movie.

The new change didn’t end with words, there were actions. Mr. Behnam would walk downstairs  to find Omar cooking breakfast. Before his son could barely boil water. Then came doing chores around the house. Omar barely cleaned his own room before, now he zipped along picking up trash, vacuuming!

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, but make it…sexy and useful?

Then a miracle happened. Omar started wearing clothes. Mr. Behnam bought them, briefs and shoes. Nothing else. Kept it simple. Left it on the bed, hoping Omar would at least look at them and talk about it later. No need, Omar put them on no questions asked. He went from pleasant into truly well behaved. Why?

“Because Spider-Man would be responsible with his power.” That was Omar’s answer. From that lens, his sudden growth was no longer an unfortunate accident, but his origin story. Not to be super and fight crime, but to be a hero in small ways. Translated: be a functioning member of adult society with clothes on, at least more often than before.

A good change overall. One Mr. Behnam could get behind. Though If there was perhaps another minor nitpick Mr. Behnam had. Older Omar ate like a garbage disposal. Food went into his bearded face and supposedly came out, but Mr. Behnam had no reason to believe his son was anything other than a black hole. Doing chores was nice but the young man was fueled by burning through their fridge and pantry. Coming home from work, Mr. Behnam couldn’t get mad because he'd take one look and well… 

 

 …the briefs shaped Omar’s ass nicely and the bulge. “Dad, there's nothing good in the fridge.” The young man stood tantalizing, with the fridge door open resting an arm on it. Mr. Behnam could only take so much, he wasn’t a saint nor celibate. He walked right up to his son, grabbing his head softly and kissing him on the lips. Omar kissed back enthusiastically, tongue dancing with his dad’s.

Their lips broke apart Mr. Behnam’s  forehead resting on Omar’s, their chest breathing heavily, “Son…I—

“Dad, that was awesome!” Omar shouted, “Can we do it some more?” His eyes ignited.”

The older male smirked, “What would Spider-Man do?”

Mr. Behnam picked his son up and carried him to the master bedroom. Where they fucked. No words around it. Every inch of that dad dick buried into his son’s tight bubble. Anal walls clutching to the shaft like Omar’s life depended on it. Bodies met repeatedly as Mr. Behnam drove his dick in and out. So much tension the man had built up, that  he could take out on the muscled ass. Suffice to say, long without a partner and out of practice, Mr. Behnam didn’t last long. His body convulsed as his fat balls unloaded into his boy. “FUCKKKK!!!” He yelled, voice carrying through the house.

No rest or reprieve, Omar was like a fire ignited. He flipped the script and had his dad on his back. Then his cock was shoved abruptly into his dad. Omar's face was pure euphoria as he enjoyed plunging into his dad’s depths for his first time. Mr. Behnam reached up and ran his hands over Omar’s biceps and shoulder, the young man bringing their bodies flush. Then he began his fuck in earnest. His hips didn’t move like a first timer’s, borrowing his dad’s skills. The only issue? No control. He got faster, and frantic within 5 minutes. “I’m gonna nut.” And then with no time in between, following the announcement, Mr. Behnam met his grandchildren as his ass was flooded with sperm. Omar collapsed on his chest. 

They laid there, stuffed with their shared DNA.

Mr. Behnam slapped his son’s furry behind, thick cum sputtered out in response. “How was that Spider-Man?”

“Fucken Eh, dad.” Omar had his arms splayed over his father’s pillow. “That was a fucking gallon. Where'd it come from?” 

“Me? What about you? Didn’t last long, but shit, your swimmers kept moving in.” The man chuckled back, so much tension had lifted from his body. 

“I think maybe that was my superpower, unlimited cum.” Omar gave a smirk, half of his face hidden in the pillow.

“Is that so?” Mr. Behnam teased, “Want to test that theory?” 

“Huh?” Omar said close to dozing off.

“What would Spider-Man do?”

Omar turned, lifting his body off the bed, his cock had sprung back up. “Let’s go again.”

The days following Mr. Behnam had to ask himself a question. Was it possible to pass a personality through sperm? Sounded absurd but whatever path Omar had been set on accelerated at an amazing rate. Omar went out and got himself a job of his own free will. All because he knew he was eating his dad out of house and home. Which of course meant he started wearing clothes more regularly. Not casual clothes either, dress clothes. A collared shirt, tie, and dress pants.

Omar would come home, the last lingering scents of the day’s cologne wafting off his body as he collapsed in the living room.  Mr. Behnam would try his best not to turn every post work talk into sex. But it was hard. Especially when his son was so prone to opening his legs all the time. Omar’s ass and crotch are always so ready for attention and worship. And he’d still want to talk about Spider-Man.

So how did such a well mannered, well dressed, young man end up in his undies on Halloween? Well that damn holiday really was the trigger. As Halloween approached, Omar stated he was looking forward to it before his dad mentioned, there was no way he’d fit into his old costume. The young man tried. Though it was visually clear it’d never work. He was too tall, too stacked. Mr. Behnam watched leaning on the doorframe as Omar hopped around the room. He couldn’t get his foot through. Then all at once, it popped in. As he tired the other, getting it through too, he slid the costume up eagerly. That’s when his thigh muscle struck, destroying the outfit entirely.

Following that, Omar devolved slightly, unsatisfied with the tattered remains of his costume. He was moody and miffed. Which is why Mr. Behnam was more than happy to get the hero makeshift replacement. Omar loved wearing it, especially the mask, but he couldn't just go around on Halloween and stock up on candy. That’s what led to him lounging in the living room being unproductive after munching down on several leftovers leaving a stack of tupperware in the sink.

Mr. Behnam sighed, stepping out from the kitchen. “Omar, are you going to do the dishes?”

“No. I should be outside, getting candy, not trapped in here.” He nodded to the window. There were kids outside, knocking on doors, college kids headed to parties. All younger than Omar now. He wasn’t getting candy, going clubbing,or attending late night parties when everybody he knew were work friends. Omar turned to his dad, “Wanna fuck?”

Did Mr. Behnam want to fuck the jock lying on his couch? Yes. Yes he did, Omar looked adorable in his clothing, but those dishes were still getting cleaned. A light bulb went off in the father’s head, “ Man I wonder? What would Spider-Man do, if there were dirty dishes?” he let that question ring out.

Omar activated like a sleeper agent, sitting up and saying. “I’m on it!” He pulled down his mask and ran into the kitchen. Mr. Behnam made a mental note not to buy him some candy later, but for the time being he was going to stand behind his son and supervise. Real up close just to make sure he was cleaning the plate well. If Mr. Behnam’s cock happened to poke the back of the Spider-Man undies, they’d have to find out what Spider-Man would do next.

And then, maybe Spider-Man could have a photoshoot.