Dominic was staring at him, a suggestive smile on his face, and Evan felt a blush rise to his cheeks. What was he going to say? Part of him wanted to rip the boy's pants down and– he stopped himself. No, he was still a dad, he could...appreciate, that his son had matured more than he noticed, but he had to stay in control. But, surely a touch would be alright? Right?
He cleared his throat.
"I wanna...f-feel you," he finished, "Your body, it looks so..."
He trailed off. What could he say? Hot? Sexy? Muscular? It made him feel tiny in comparison, and just that thought made his new cock stir in his pants?
"...big?" Dominic suggested, giving him a lopsided grin, and Evan nodded.
"Go ahead, dude," Dominic went on, shrugging off his jacket, "feel all you like."
Gingerly, Evan reached forward. This was all normal, he told himself, it was just his job to check in with this stud– with his *son*, and see how developed he was. After all, he clearly hadn't noticed Dominic was this buff before.
He started with Dominic's pecs, placing a newly small hand carefully over them and letting himself gently squeeze. He'd never felt anything like it before...back when he'd been in military school, he might have been this built, but he'd never paused to appreciate his body. Dominic's pecs were soft, but not like his wife's chest. They gave under his fingers, but below that they were firm, and hard, and powerful. The boy flexed them, and Evan marveled as he felt them tense.
"You like that?" Dominic said, voice breathless. Evan looked up to see that his eyes were beginning to fill with lust, "You like worshipping my pecs like that, bro?"
Evan gulped. He didn't want to admit the answer to himself, let alone his son...instead, he just looked back down, and began to feel up his arms. Dominic flexed for him, and Evan marveled at how big his bicep was. His new hands, with their elegant fingers and painted red nails, couldn't even fit around it.
Then, something unexpected happened. He was so focused on Dominic's bicep that he didn't notice his other arm move until it was on him. Dominic had reached over and grabbed him gently by the waist, hand resting just above where his love handles would be if he still had them. Evan was starting to get so horny that he didn't even flinch, and instead involuntarily leaned into his boy's grip.
"You really are small compared to me...and so pretty..."
Dominic's voice was low and sultry, and, as he spoke, he ran his hand down Evan's side, caressing his thin waist, his sensuous hips, his soft thighs. Then, before he had time to react, Dominic reached around behind him and grabbed his ass, gripping it with one large hand and squeezing gently, kneading into it. Evan let out an involuntary moan.
"Damn, you have an amazing ass, bro..."
Evan felt a surge of pleasure at the praise, but shook his head. No, no! This wasn't right! What was he even doing? Reluctantly, he pulled away from his son's arm, and turned back to face the road, cheeks hot and red.
"I-I..." he stammered, "Thanks. I...we should get going, though. To my– I mean, to your house."
Dominic shrugged.
"Works for me," he said, "We can pick up where we left off."
Evan shivered at the thought as Dominic turned the car back on, and set off towards home.
"What's your name, by the way?"
Without thinking, Evan told the truth.
"Evan."
"Huh, that's funny. Same as my dad's name. Mind if I call you Evvie? It's hard to imagine someone as cute as you with the same name as my old man."
Evan hesitated, biting his lip. What was the harm?
"Uh, sure."
"Nice. Pleasure to meet you, babe."