The first thing I realized that morning is how much more comfortable my bed was. It was cool and soft instead of the stuffy hard feeling my bed had been for years now. I could feel a slight breeze through the room and overall it just smelled cleaner, not that I was a slob, but I tended to not have a lot of time to do a deep clean of my place, or even get the chance to mess it up all that much. No, it was mainly the stale smell of dust and dirt accumulated in my carpets that created a lightly pungent aroma in my condo.
I opened my eyes and saw some crisp white curtains fluttering in the soft morning breeze. That was my first real indication something had changed. For one, I didn’t have any curtains at all, just some ancient blinds that came with the place, and secondly, I rarely have my window open.
I sat upright in the bed, definitely not my bed as I was under a very heavy down comforter laying on the softest linen sheets I think I ever experienced. No, this was a luxurious bed, which certainly fit in with the luxurious surroundings. My old bedroom could easily fit in this room twice over, in fact I could see to one side of the room there was what amounted to a private gym. Not just one of those weight bench sets, or weight machines they sell to gullible lazy people at two in the morning. No this was an Olympic bench, a rowing machine, and an elliptical all lined up in front of a wall of mirrors, with a full rack of weights off to one side as well.
To the other side of the room there was a large plasma TV taking up a good portion of the wall, connected to several expensive looking electronic systems. There was a fancy looking work desk to the left of that area with an open thin laptop left open to what looked like YouTube. Yeah, this was definitely a room that belonged to someone with VERY expensive tastes. Something I doubted I could even afford, or even enjoy as busy as I was with my work.
I tossed the covers aside and rubbed my eyes. Letting my eyes further adjust to the dim morning light. Looking down at my shirtless form wearing only some form fitting bright orange CK briefs, I had my second shock of the morning. Gone were my semi-permanent love handles, my under developed sunken chest with man boob combo, and my body hair that always irked me but I never had the time to deal with. No, the body I had resigned myself to being cursed with these last few decades was replaced with one well-tanned, highly ripped, with an eight pack and those “cum gutter” lines leading into my underwear and nice full hairless pecs. I experimentally flexed my arms and felt my new biceps pop into a satisfying baseball sized mound. Below my soft mound in the expensive CKs I could see I had massive tree trunk legs and calves that looked carved from marble, and beyond that, long lean feet. No, this was a body of a god, certainly! If I was dreaming, I never wanted to wake up!
I was starting to get turned on by my new situation, so I ran over to where the mirrors lined the walls and saw my new face was absolutely gorgeous. I had dark brown nearly black hair, bright blue eyes, a cheeky smile with high cheekbones and dimples with a cleft chin. This was the face of a young model, if I had to guess the age, couldn’t have been more than early 20s easily. I smiled to myself as I flexed my new muscular body. I realized it reminded me of a certain popular bodybuilder I saw often online… Jeff Seid, only with shorter hair and buzzed on the sides in a more trendy style than his shaggy mop top. “Damn, I look as massive and ripped as Jeff – motherfucking – Seid!” I thought to myself the entire time as I felt my cock get harder and harder.
It was at that point I figured, fuck it, let’s drop these undies and see the full package! So I tucked my thumbs under the waistband, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and let them fall to the floor after I pushed them down over my massive quads. I slowly exhaled and opened my eyes… And then I had the third shock of that morning…
OH I was certainly hard, in fact it looked painfully so, all 4 inches of it if I was lucky…
Yeah, I had a cock smaller than a lot of middle school kids. What the fuck! This cock certainly does not go with this body, what a fucking joke! This has to be some kind of fucked up nightmare right? But then I looked a little further down. My attention was so absorbed by this tiny little cut cocklet that I didn’t notice I had absolutely massive balls (guess that’s what was making the more satisfying bulge in my CKs earlier then). In fact, if I pushed my cock to point downward, my balls were still longer and hung lower than the tip was hard. That’s not to say I had “low hangers”, no, the ball sack was tight behind this joke of a cock. But the balls were probably each the size of an avocado, maybe even a little bigger. And to make things worse, there was so much pre leaking out of this little cock I thought at first I was pissing.
Well fuck, how do you end up this much a genetic freak? The perfect body, absolute aesthetic perfection all around, massive testicles that I’m guessing will pump out some pretty giant loads judging by the amount of pre dripping on the floor making a small puddle now, but this itty bitty cock that is actually pretty unremarkable in any way other than I had a bigger cock when I was 11.
OK, let’s take stock of the situation. I’m obviously pretty damn well off now. I doubt I do much in my free time other than workout judging by my body. I bet my work is either a personal trainer, fitness model, or something that requires a nice body and little else. I’m easily near to half my previous age. Aside from the small dick, it is infinitely less a stressful life than I feel asleep to last night.
…But this cock… Damn man…
Well I guess beggars can’t be picky. All in all, this is certainly an upgrade, even with the cock half the size of my old one.
I heard a ding from over by the laptop. I see an expensive cell phone, one of the latest versions that came out no more than a week or two ago that easily go for several thousand dollars. There was a message, a calendar reminder, that read “Office at 8:45” Office? I work in an office? This body works in an office? What the shit? I click on the message and it opens with thumbprint recognition, I see more detail “Dad’s office, the one at Rusk and Main, 10th Floor, dress nice”. A map with directions is below, showing a 15 minute drive from my current location (apparently a penthouse in a high rise a few miles away). The clock shows 6:50, meaning I have some time to kill at least.
I put the phone down and rub my cock with some of the copious amounts of pre still pumping up from my monster balls. Oh damn! It might be small, but fuck if it isn’t super sensitive at least! I make my way back to the mirrors and start to slowly jack the cock, having a bit of trouble as I am used to having a bigger cock so I was taking bigger strokes. Eventually I figured out exactly what worked, and that was rolling around the bright red head with the palm of my hand. As I continued to please my baby cock with one hand, I flexed my amazing bicep with the other arm, kissing the peak, and licking the pits a little. I felt all up and down my tight toned abs (all eight of them!) and played with my pert little brown nipples. Shit I was getting so amazingly turned on! I could feel the orgasm rising in me after about five minutes of this. I hoped I lived alone because this was going to be massive, messy, and really fucking loud! Reaching the point of no return, my slick cock covered in a thick layer of my pre, I felt it all just EXPLODE!
“OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! YES YES YEEEEEESSSSSS! FUCK!” I shouted like a madman, hearing my twangy surfer boy voice for the first time. Somewhere between a baritone and a bass, but definitely laid back (except during that orgasm, fuck!)
I underestimated how much cum these fucking balls would produce. I wasn’t even half as close in my expectations. No, my mirror was a total mess, it looked like someone tossed a pint of yogurt at it, the floor in front of me too had several long full streaks of cum from where I stood to the wall of mirrors. I counted at least a dozen spurts until I lost count and it all just ended up oozing out toward the end, like I was pissing cum.
Breathing heavily, I came down from my sexual high. “Oh fuck” I said to myself out loud, “That is definitely one hell of a mess!” Having time to spare and my neat freak instincts taking over, I found a dirty towel laying in a hamper near the “gym” and found it was actually already heavily encrusted with a previous load (I guess this is a pretty normal occurrence then). I did my best to spread the towel out, hearing the fine cotton tear apart ever so slightly as the cum adhesive gave way, and proceeded to wipe down the floor as best I could, leaving it a little streaky but getting a majority of it up.
Then a little kinky thought popped in my head. What does this god’s cum taste like? There was still plenty all over the mirror, what of it hadn’t fallen to the floor yet as heavy as it was, so I leaned over and stuck out my long agile tongue (another possible advantage I might use later?), and sensuously took as much onto the flat surface of my tongue as I could. My tongue fully coated, I curled it into my mouth, and allowed myself to savor the taste like a fine wine. It was slightly salty, sure, but there was definitely a sweetness to it, like a soft nectar or cinnamon roll icing. In fact, it tasted so good to me, that I went ahead and cleaned off the entire mirror that morning with only my tongue.
In the end, it was still blurry, as one would expect, but I could always take care of that later. I looked at the clock and saw my impromptu breakfast of god cum took me about 15 minutes. I now had a little under an hour to leave for my “Dad’s” office and not be late. I found the closet, which honestly about the size of my old condo’s first floor, filled to the brim with all manner of clothes. There were trendy jeans and shirts, lots of athletic wear, dozens of casual and gym shoes, and even a line of dress clothes along the opposite wall along with highly shined (and very expensive looking) dress shoes in all styles and colors. It looks as though my new body had planned ahead. There was a nicely pressed gray suit and purple dress shirt laid out on the couch in the closet (yes, the closet had a couch), along with a handkerchief already in the breast pocket of the suit jacket, a tie to go with the ensemble, and dress shoes and socks. There on top of the shoes and socks was another pair of CK undies, ones that matched the purple dress shirt. I took them in hand and walked to the door at the opposite end of the closet.
On a hunch, I found the bathroom connected to the closet, it too was massive of course, having both a garden tub, double vanity, and a shower unit. Opting for the quick route, I turned on the shower, letting the room get steamy, and put the purple CKs on the sink counter. I rubbed my hands along my face, feeling no need to shave, but getting turned on again by just how handsome I was now. Well, I could jack off in the shower again, but I’m afraid I’d clog the drain. No, better save that for later when I can easily clean it up and dispose of the evidence.
Minutes later, I was all clean, though my cock was still dribbling out a steady stream of pre, probably had been for a while – damn, just how much of a mess did I leave on the hardwood floors or carpet? Then it occurred to me, what if I leak through my undies, that’s going to be embarrassing for me. So I went to the nightstand by the bed and found what I expected to find – and something I hadn’t. Yep, there are the condoms and lube, but also a pretty good sized dildo… interesting. It was one of those kind with the suction cup on the end so you can use it in the shower or whatever. Well, no time to explore that now. So I unwrapped the condom and rolled it over my dick, then thought, well I might need several, so I put a couple more in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. Looking down, the condom was obviously too big for my dick, even hard, but I doubt they make middle school sized condoms, do they? No, that would be awkward. Well, just have to make do with what I have I guess, it should stay for the most part, as long as it doesn’t get over filled.
Fully kitted out now, the clock on my phone read 8:10, so I decided to leave now just in case of traffic of if I get lost (since I didn’t even know what city I was in now). I see a nice expensive Italian leather wallet and getting curious, I find my ID, dated two years ago. OK, I’m in Texas apparently. The address reads Sugarland, but I know that’s a suburb of Houston, so I’m guessing that’s an old address. Oh and most importantly, my name is actually Jeff. Not Seid, but Mercer. Jeffrey Hilton Mercer the license read, date of birth put me at 20 years old for another two weeks, 6’2” and 190lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. The keys by the wallet had the Mercedes emblem on it. Seriously? I make my way out of the penthouse, finding my front door IS the elevator down to the parking garage, and apparently, I did live alone as there was no one else in my absolutely spacious penthouse near as I can tell. The elevator doors open and there in the first parking space is a nice clean black 2019 Mercedes-Benz S Class coupe. DAAAMMMMN! This was certainly NOT a cheap car. I feel almost like a criminal driving it. But I guess it IS my car now, right? Just to make sure I checked the registration, yep, registered in my name, phew!
I was initially too afraid to drive the car like it should be driven, but then again, the busy city streets didn’t allow me to really gun it, so I took it slow, like it was a grandma driving one of the most expensive cars on the planet. I found the massive green glass building with a prominent accounting firm listed along the side of it and on the street level signs. Hmm, does my new “Dad” work for these guys? Do I work for these guys too? Was this the sort of kid even smart enough to work for an accounting firm as prestigious as this? Well I’d worry about all that later. In my previous life I did have an MBA with an emphasis in Finance, so I can at least try to wing it.
Parking the car in the building garage, I find my way to the lobby and select the elevator going to the 10th floor. Upon exiting, I don’t see the rows and rows of accountants sitting in cube farms that I expected. Instead, the lone door on the floor other than the bathrooms and the elevator read “District Office for U.S. Senator Jeff Mercer” Holy fuck, I’m a senator? No wait, that’s dumb, I’m too young to be a senator, you have to be at least 35. I open the fancy wood door and am immediately greeted by a receptionist, not much older than I am. She’s cute, but not my type (and I suspect, not Jeff’s type either), though she certainly looks like she wishes she was my type. “Oh young Mr. Mercer!” She exclaims, jumping out of her chair, her brunette pony tail bouncing and the headset dropping off of her head in the process. “I forgot you were going to be in today! Please forgive me for not having some coffee ready for you!” She said, genuinely hurt and fearful for her job. “Oh, uh, it’s ok. Not a big deal, I’ll just, uh, take a water?” She looked shocked, was she shocked I only wanted water, or that I didn’t explode on her like some spoiled brat? I hoped it wasn’t the latter, but suspected it might be. “Y-y-y-ess sir, right away sir!” she said, rushing to the small fridge behind the reception desk and handing me a nicely chilled water. “Thank you very much, uh…” She nodded curtly, “Christine sir, Christine Franks.” “Thank you Christine,” I said and smiled, “Can you let my father know I’m here now please?” She looked puzzled, “Your father is in D.C. for the rest of the week, I’m sorry if they didn’t tell you. But John, er Mr. Reece is here to meet with you today, let me tell him you’re here if you would have a seat in the chair there. It’ll only be a moment.”
I nodded and sat down, took a swig of the water, and surreptitiously checked that my condom was still securely in place. Apparently I’m a bit of a spoiled terror around here, well that’s one thing that’s going to stop. I might be rich and a Senator’s son now, but that’s no excuse to act like an entitled asshole to everyone around me. A minute later Christine returned, and shortly after that, the most gorgeous man I ever saw (well aside from my new body maybe) followed behind her. He was probably near my old age, definitely not over 40 (unless he keeps himself VERY fit, which looking at how tight that dress shirt is on that frame, that is a distinct possibility). He was easily as tall as I was; perhaps a little shorter as he was wearing brand new looking cowboy boots, short buzzed blonde hair, square jaw, and blue green eyes, with no facial hair. He had the bearing of a Marine if I had to guess since he looked straight out of central casting. He looked a bit like the actor Neal McDonough in his prime, if I had to compare him to someone famous.
“Jeff, good to see you son, glad you’re here early!” He exclaimed in a thick Texan drawl. “C’mon back and we’ll go over what I need you to do.” He walked behind me putting that thick muscular arm around my shoulder. Fuck! I’m gonna get hard, I hope this condom can hold up for as long as I have to be near this absolute blonde Adonis… He turned back toward Christine “Please hold my calls, and no interruptions until we’re done, understood?” He said with a smile but with a sense of an underlying threat to it. “Yes Mr. Reece, of course!” She said timidly, putting her headset back on just as a phone call came in.
I followed Mr. Reece, John, down the long hall to his private office. There were no windows looking into the hall at all, not even a window on the door. This was indeed a private office in every sense of the word. He opened the door for me and ushered me in, closing and then locking the door behind him. He smiled at me in a way that despite how amazingly attractive he is, made me feel suddenly vulnerable and uncomfortable. He reached up to loosen his tie and what I could see from him was the look of a predator sizing up his next meal. He leaned against his nicely carved wooden desk, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt to where I could see the tight white tank top underneath. He paused, looking at me expectantly. “Well?” Well what? Oh shit, is this really happening? I mean, I’m all for this amazing workplace sexual fantasy made real, but is this really appropriate? I’m son of his boss after all…
“I’m glad you wore my favorite outfit Jeff, but if you’re going to make me take it off you I’m not going to be gentle about it.” He said matter-of-factly with a smirk. God damn, this man was so fucking sexy, could I really do this? Fuck it, it’s not my life, and apparently it’s happened before. So I take off my suit jacket and start to unbutton my dress shirt, exposing my tanned muscular body for him. He shudders with anticipation and I can see the sizable bulge in his own tight dress pants. “That’s more like it son, keep going.” I do, as he likewise strips off the tight white tank top and I see a chest chiseled from pure marble that makes even my own sizable physique seem small. His pecs and solid eight pack are covered in a light dusting of blonde hair while a massive “EGA” (Eagle Globe and Anchor – it’s a Marine thing) tattoo covers his left pec with another simple tribal tattoo around his right bicep. A bicep that makes my arms seem like twigs in comparison. I’m sure by this point my mouth is watering, and John can certainly sense this. He seductively drops his dress pants, showing me the tight Under Armor sport trunks he’s wearing underneath which leave little to the imagination. Sticking out prominently from those grey trunks is a lump that betrays the size of the behemoth tucked tightly within. He looks down where I’m looking and then looks me dead in the eye and in his sexy southern drawl says “Yeah, daddy is definitely ready for you son. I’ve been waiting all week for my son’s sexy little muscle ass!” I nearly shoot a load just from that, I’m certain by now my condom is totally filled with my pre. I’m definitely getting turned on by this daddy/son role-play they got going on.
By now he’s only got his Under Armor trunks and dress socks on. Meanwhile I still have my dress pants and dress shoes on. I’m in a daze staring at the absolute god before me that puts even my new body to shame when he breaks the spell, “Well don’t stop now son, let me see that sexy ass!” I blush and turn around, dropping my slacks and underwear in a single motion. He walks behind me and I can feel his cloth covered bulge settle in between the tight mounds of my ass. He grinds into me a couple of times, letting me feel the wetness of his crotch, and reaches around to my hard minuscule cock. Finding the condom on it, he chuckles. “Well, that explains why you didn’t have a wet spot today, that’s actually kinda hot son, feels pretty full of your boy juices already.” He slowly peels it off, paying extra attention to my sensitive head as he removes it and I shudder in sexual delight. I turn my head to see what he’s doing and he actually empties the contents directly into his mouth! “Hmm, my son makes the most delicious tasting juices, just like his daddy!” He empties the remainder into his mouth and then approaches my lips. I hesitate at first, but seeing this absolute sexy man mere inches from my face, I couldn’t resist and I meet his lips. His tongue enters my mouth and I taste my own juices as his tongue wrestles my own. Instantly I am harder than hard, I swear I may have grown another inch as I spurt what I initially thought was cum, but it was only yet more pre as I moan softly into his mouth. “Hmm you like that don’t you son? Show daddy how much you appreciate that. Suck the dick that made you.” Oh he really gets into this role play huh? All right “daddy”, I’ll suck your dick.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his trunks, smelling the absolute sexiest man funk already wafting up from them. I’m guessing he wore this to the gym and hasn’t changed them yet, which I find a massive turn on. My cock is already leaking all over the carpet of his office, an occurrence I suspect is pretty common. I originally thought the pouch of his trunks were a darker color than the rest, but then I realized it was actually soaked in John’s own precum. So much of it that it was like it was more precum than fabric at this point. Once I pull down the waistband, out springs a thick uncut cock, nearly 9 inches if I had to guess along with two massive balls that could have been twins to my own. I shuddered and moaned again as another spurt of pre hit the floor and some hit the front of his shin. I look up at him with wonder and lust in my eyes and he smiles down at me.
Then with a look of pity he says “I’m sorry I can’t give you a dick like your daddy the way I got balls like my sexy son… I guess you took after your momma’s side – I at least wish she’d kept you intact like I’d asked her.” He sighed, “Oh well, can’t be helped, you’re still sexy as fuck to me, now suck on your daddy’s dick son, make your papa feel good!” Then as he inserted his massive cock into my mouth it suddenly hit me – he’s not role playing, he really IS my dad! Oh Shit! What the fuck man! Part of me was grossed out by the idea of it, but then I realized that one, Jeff and John had done this many times before apparently and two, it’s not really my dad, but John is hot as fuck, so why not?
I sucked my “daddy’s” dick like it was the only thing in the world, and for me right now, it was. I could hear his moans of pleasure get gradually louder and louder until I could tell he was close to shooting his own massive load. Then he pushed my face away and said “Phew, damn son, you’re amazing today! Almost made me bust my nut, gotta take a breather.” I stood up and kissed him, we held each other tightly as we made out. Then he broke away and smiled, “OK, let me eat that ass of yours now, get it nice and ready for my thick daddy dick.” This wasn’t a request, I could tell, it was an order, and I was only happy to oblige. I bent over the couch in his office and he went to town on my ass. FUCK! He had the same long agile tongue I did! It was like he was fucking me with his tongue, it felt absolutely amazing! I’m sure by this point there was a massive stain of precum on the couch cushions below me, but neither of us cared.
Then he stopped, stroked the precum covering his cock a few times, and slowly inserted it into my tight muscle ass. While it hurt at first, this may have been the biggest cock I’d ever experienced, once he was fully in, he let my ass get used to his monster before he started fucking me in earnest. Slowly at first, little bit of in and out but not deep thrusts. But after a few minutes of that, he was pounding my firm muscle ass like I was a bitch, and I definitely felt like one for this sexy blonde muscle daddy! MY sexy blonde muscle daddy! In a few more minutes of this deep sexual pounding with me squeezing his massive cock with my tight ass muscles…
“Oh fuck son, yeah son, just like that. Oh yeah, keep that shit up son, make daddy feel good. Oh fuck… oh fuck…. OHHHHH OOOOHHHHHH UHHHHHHH….
And then I felt the flood into my ass, easily as much cum as I had shot this morning…
“FUUUUUCKKKK YESS! FUCK YES SON! Oh GOD! OH GOD!” and he was still shooting into my ass. So much cum I am sure it would start leaking out soon enough. But he thought ahead on that one. In one swift movement, he reached under the couch and found a plastic bag and positioned it directly under my ass and his cock – Father and son joined as one in sexual harmony…
He slowly pulled out his beast of a cock as it started to deflate, and sure enough, a small puddle of cum began to form directly under my sore but satisfied anus. I started to jack my own small cock, wanting to get off too, but my dad saw this and told me to stop. “No son, you’re forgetting to return the favor. I gave you my cum so you can stay big and strong, now you gotta give me your cum so I can do the same!” Wait, is that really a thing? Well looking at father and son and their equally impressive physiques, I’d have no reason to doubt it. So why not? Getting fucked by this perfect muscle daddy was amazing, then fucking a perfect muscle daddy should be fantastic!
We switched position on the couch, but instead of doggy style, he was face up – probably because it’s easier for me to get my cock into that bubble ass this way than doggy style, but I appreciated the opportunity to see my bodybuilder god body of a new daddy face to face. It certainly turned me on way more to be able to feel all over his perfect pecs, astonishing abs, and beautiful body hair, he would even flex his biceps for me to squeeze as I fucked him. Yeah, I didn’t have quite the stamina he did, and I kinda worried I might not make as much cum since I did shoot a load this morning. But as I approached orgasm, those thoughts were swept away by the feelings of pure sexual bliss.
“I’m gettin’ close daddy! I’m gonna cum in your ass daddy, do you want yer boy’s cum daddy?” I said, imitating his Texan drawl. “Yeah son, fill your daddy up, give me that cum that’ll keep me big and strong and sexy for my handsome muscular son!” “I’m gonna cum daddy… Oh fuck, here I go daddy, oh fuck, I’m, I’m…. FUUUUUCKKKK!” and for the second time that morning, I shot an absolutely record breaking massive load, this time deep into the ass of the most perfect specimen of man I had ever seen since I saw my new body this morning. “Yeah son, oh yeah! Fuck, I can feel it in me. Oh fuck, it feels so good. I can feel the power of your cum! I can feel it all through my body!” I thought back to when he came inside me, and yeah, I did feel a bit of an overall surge of energy in my body, but I figured it was just the post orgasmic rush of endorphins, maybe there is something to the cum these two produce?
I slid out of my dad as a flood of my semen fell onto the plastic bag. “Now for dessert!” My dad said, as he kneeled over and began to lap up the combined semen like he was a dog drinking water. He roughly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into him as he shared our sperm between our mouths. Again I could taste the slightly salty taste, but overpowered by the sweet taste. I broke off our cum filled kiss and fell to my knees and started to lap up as much of the cum as I could as well. Fuck this shit was addictive! We finished off the remainder and shared much of it between us, it was the kinkiest sexiest experience I had ever had, and something tells me there was going to be way more experiences just like that in the very near future.
Once we were cleaned up and back to presentable, I saw that about an hour had passed since I got into my Dad’s office. Then I started to think about, just how is this sexy beast of a man my father when I have the Senator’s last name? I didn’t want to freak him out with my question that would have been obvious to his REAL son, so I kept it to myself. We made out a little more after we were fully dressed and then I excused myself saying I had to run some errands. Dad was disappointed, but he didn’t press it. I was an adult, and I could do what I wanted to now, so long as I saved my cum for him, it seemed.
Returning home to my penthouse, I decided to start searching for answers. My first thought was, I wonder if Jeff has a diary or journal or something? I looked in his drawers, once again seeing the dildo and recognizing it was about the size of Dad’s – hmm, good practice! I put it away and kept looking for anything like a journal. I came up empty handed. Then I remember the computer. I sit down at the laptop and start to search through the system files. I even turned off hidden files – BINGO! There in the folder called “Pics from Summer 2018” was a Word document titled “Me”.
I open it and start to skim through it, it is a journal of sorts. Not a daily journal, but looks like key important events. He talked a lot about his small dick, poor guy. Looks like it stopped growing when he was 13 and never grew since. He asked his parents about it, if there was anything that they could do – at the time the senior Mercer was a highly successful oil executive and his mother was a cardiologist and professor at the University, so money wasn’t an issue. They tried hormone therapy, which only seemed to make his balls even bigger but the cock remained the same. Meanwhile Jeff hit his second growth spurt, putting on nearly 100 pounds of muscle over the summer he was 15. The doctors thought that it was all part of the hormone therapy, which should have produced a larger cock, but instead only produced more muscle and larger testicles.
When the younger Jeff was 16 the elder Jeff Mercer ran for Senator, winning the election, and hiring an old friend from his military days as his chief of staff, John Reece. They had both served in the Marines before Jeff was born and John was a good friend of the family. Jeff had only served one term, being injured in combat by an IED, while John continued to serve another 20 years. Turns out that Jeff, the elder, was unable to have kids after the attack, something both he and his wife Ruth Anne, wanted very much. They turned to John and, being a good friend of theirs, asked if he would be willing to be a donor for them to have a child. Jeff knew that John was gay, and so would never have kids of his own, so this seemed a win-win situation for the two parties.
The younger Jeff had known John most of his life. Even before he worked for the Senator, he would often visit the family on leave, as his own family was also in Houston. It wasn’t until he was 16 that Jeff was told that John was his real dad. Jeff apparently took it pretty hard at first. He’d always known him as “Uncle John”, and he would often take Jeff on trips around town, out camping and hunting, or buying him presents for Christmas or his birthday. Never knowing that the tall lanky geeky looking blonde guy was his real dad and not the stocky short man with Mediterranean features he grew up with.
“Wait, John was lanky and geeky looking? Is this the same John?” I asked myself. I kept reading on.
Young Jeff kept getting more and more muscular, which was great because it meant he wasn’t picked on as much as he used to be due to his “baby dick”. Sure they would still talk about him behind his back, but they wouldn’t dare say it to his face now. He was the biggest most muscular kid in his private school. In time, his parents felt he would be better off learning at home, so they took him out his senior year so he could finish school without all the drama and hassles of his private school. He resented the choice at first, but then realized it was probably for the best. It was about this time he started discussing his sexual thoughts in the journal, mainly how he had a massive crush on one of his main bullies, a kid nearly his height and very fit (but not as fit as he was now) named Cody Mullins. This Irish looking kid just turned him on so much that nearly every night he would jack off imagining getting fucked by this bully, while the other bullies would join in for sloppy seconds. This was when he realized his balls produced such massive amounts of cum and precum that he would keep plastic grocery bags around to catch it all to reduce the need to clean up the mess.
Once he finished high school, “Uncle John” offered to take him on a two-month vacation around Europe to celebrate his 18th birthday. By this time, Jeff hadn’t seen John aside from Christmas two years ago after his parents revealed the truth. He also knew that John was gay, as his parents explained, and felt maybe he could relate to the thoughts Jeff was having and help give him advice how to cope.
…”Hmm, I can see where this is going…” I thought to myself.
Sure enough, the trip started out pretty normal, city hoping, spending a week or so in each town. Once they got to Germany and Jeff got a little of the German beer in him, he told John what was going on in his life and the sexual thoughts he’d been having. John explained it was normal to get thoughts like that from time to time, sexual fantasies, kinky thoughts, stuff like that. But what did Jeff really want, John asked. “I just want someone to be there for me, I never really felt like I had a good man in my life. Yeah my dad, well ‘Senator Mercer’ cared about me and raised me the best he could, but he ended up spending most of his time with work, and now in Washington.” Jeff looked sad, “And then I find out you’re my real Dad, and you weren’t able to be there either because you were in the Marines.” John pulled Jeff close “Oh son, I really do wish I could have been there for you. You turned out to be an amazing young man. I mean, shit boy, you’re gigantic! You’ve obviously been eating and working out right!”
John started to stroke Jeff’s hair, which was actually fairly shaggy at this time in that trendy sort of style, “But hey, I’m here for you now, and I can always be here for you now that I’ve finally retired from the Corps.” Jeff looked up at John, closed his eyes, and leaned in. John, stunned, allowed the kiss to happen, not knowing what else to do. Then he got his senses back, “Whoa son, we can’t be doing that sort of thing. I’m your bio Dad after all, ya hear?” Jeff started to tear up and was about to run away from embarrassment when John stopped him and pulled him closer, “Look son, I love you, more than you can imagine, and it hurt me not ever being there for you the way you needed me to be.” He sighed, “But I don’t think I can be THAT for you, ya understand?” He shook his head, “Even though you are fucking gorgeous with one of the hottest bodies I swear I’d ever seen outside of the Corps – Damn!” he smiled, and they both laughed.
“I tell you what, we’ll sleep together tonight, but just cuddle, ok? I mean, I would be lyin’ if I said I couldn’t use a big strong boy like you in my life son, it’s been several years since I’d had someone regular in my own life, so I think it’d be good for the both of us.” John said and smile. “I’d like that Dad, I’d like that a lot!”
Well, needless to say, it didn’t stay at cuddling. Sometime early in the morning John felt Jeff’s hard cocklet grinding at the back of his boxer shorts as his son’s massive arms encircled his lean hairy chest. John couldn’t resist, try as he might, this boy was simply too perfect, even if Jeff might only be half awake. John pulled down the backside of his boxers and maneuvered the cocklet straight into his waiting hole. It being short and not particularly thick, it slid in to the hilt no problem. Then suddenly it stopped. “Oh my God, Uncle John! I’m SO sorry, I didn’t know! Please forgive me!” Jeff sputtered out. “Son, call me Dad, and it’s ok, I want this.” “Uh… Are you sure Unc… er Dad?” “Yes, I’m positive, please fuck your Dad’s ass son, give me that cock, that beautiful cock, and all your cum!” Without another word Jeff began to fuck his Dad’s tight but flat ass. While a cock that small wasn’t very satisfying for John, knowing it was attached to an absolute perfect specimen of a boy made it all that much hotter. He rolled Jeff onto his back so he could ride him while facing his son. So he could feel those firm pecs and tight abs, he even flexed his beautifully peaked biceps for his Dad to squeeze as he grinded away into his ass.
Jeff ended the juicy details there, but suffice to say, he shot one of his massive loads deep into his Dad’s ass that night, and again the next night, and every night after that for the remainder of the trip. John said his cum was addictive, that he felt amazing after every load, like the world’s most perfect energy drink or something.
He began to notice significant changes after only a few weeks during the trip. While John had always been particularly thick and decently hung, he started the trip as a tired looking worn out former Marine. Albeit one who stood six foot tall with a wiry lean build at 165lbs. He was once especially toned, from years of combat training and high cardio, but in his waning years, he lost a great amount of his ripped physique going more toward a leaner overall fit build – healthy but not jaw dropping as it had once been.
Now, however, he had put on 20lbs of solid muscle in a little under two weeks. Every muscle appeared to pop out more or look even fuller than before. His balls were twice the size they had been before as well, being about half the size of his son’s gargantuan balls. By the end of the first month of their nightly love making, John was even bigger than his son, weighing an impressive 250lbs to Jeff’s (at the time) 190lbs with balls equal to, if not slightly larger than, his son’s massive pair. It didn’t take them long to realize it was the cum that did it. And soon, John was fucking Jeff too, and watching his physique grow ever more larger during their last two weeks there. Eventually, they seemed to top out at 260lbs for John and 230lbs for Jeff as of the last entry in the journal dated only a week ago. So now they just fuck regularly for the high it gives them as well as to maintain their sizes.
OK, so now I’m some massive muscular dude with gigantic balls that produce cum that can make others grow massive too, but with a cock smaller than most pre-teens. I shook my head trying to wrap my mind around everything I’d experienced so far – Fuck it, I think it’s time for a nap!