Steven and Craig were flabbergasted at the diss from their son-turned governor, watching the hulk of a man marching off domineeringly into the distance, the both of them had a queer...I mean clear view of his butt and back, those traps really accentuated how strong and masculine the man was.
Little do they know, they were soon to join their former son as pure-breeders with no memories of their former homosexual relationship with each other.
“Get a hold of ya self Steven!”
Craig snapped out of his gay trance, unknown as he was already infected, as he immediately grabbed his partner. The slightly muscular father was dressed in a light blue shirt with a huge rainbow in the middle labelled ‘Hey Son, Im Gay’, with a matching light blue bottom which accentuated his nicely fit butt. The gay father had to support his ‘children’, his kind, as he wore clothing contrary to his normal office appearance.
His figure pressed out against his tee, pectorals and a muscle gut showing a very thicc ‘dad bod’, which is why he was often known as ‘democratic daddy’ in his meetings. After all-Craig is quite handsome, as he had a reputation as one of the hottest members of the democratic party of his state. Topping with a well-groomed full beard over on his angular yet appropriately masculine features, the daringness of his turquoise coloured eyes narrowed as his black hair was fluffed at the back like a Lion’s mane. The only downside was his average 5ft 7 height, something he despised when those Republicans looked down upon him.
His had silver studs on both ends of his ears, and his back was not something any Hetero could just laugh about. He was manly, even more so than some of the homophobes that tried to claim otherwise. Stomping his brown loafers-he angrily growled, something his husband loved in bed.
But even Craig could not deny the irresistible attraction emitting from the evil governor as his pent up frustration blew over the top.
“Our son...he just....”
Steven on the other hand, was practically the bottom of the two. Definitely the more effeminate of the duo but by no means is a twink or a push over, after all- like the game ‘Fuckable fathers’ , they always said the nicest ones were the roughest in bed...or in their dungeons.
Dressed in a light pink cotton polo tee, his semi fit-lean swimmer bod hugged nicely over his figure as his lean sized pectorals could be seen pressing against the fabric of his polo. Pinned against the shirt pocket over his right breast was a rainbow pin.
His longer 5ft 11 runners legs were held up by the bright pink belt looped around the loops of his pure white dress pants. Whose feet slid on a pair of size 8 loafers, the same size as his lovely hubby’s.
His arms were clasped together meekly as his fair caucasian tone round and bouncy was in contrast to his partner’s somewhat tanned firmness. His face was also clean shaven, and had blonde cherubic curls which framed over his head as well as baby blue eyes which showed the softness...yet power in him. A pair of light blue studs were pressed at each ear lobe, an affirmation of his position as a democrat.
Unfortunately for The Barry’s, Craig Barry and Steven Barry, you can already tell by their diamond wedding rings that they are about to get an unofficial divorce as the curse works its way into their minds. As Craig raised an eyebrow, as though history had been rewritten, and spoke to Steven.
“What are ya talkin’ bout’?”