As Frank walked down the stairs, the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against the tip of his penis. The only other person in the house was his son, and he was in his room eating and drinking. There would be no interruptions for him for a while.
Heading across the kitchen, Frank originally wanted to make some oatmeal, but the feeling of horniness was too much to bear.
Frank planned to run to his room and do his thing there, but by the time he walked to the living room, it was too late.
Frank’s seven inch throbbing hard cock began to twitch. With each rhythmic twitch, he could feel his penis come closer to cumming. He covered his mouth to avoid moaning and alerting his son.
To avoid cumming his pants, Frank carefully removed them, but the air touching his penis would make it worse.
With the changes, that also means his levels of hormones changed too. It also changed his penis, so it’s more sensitive since it is brand new. It would take him time to get used to it.
Frank remembered the guest bathroom, and he had no choice. He ran as fast as he could. With each step, his cock swung back and forth, stimulating his sense.
By the time he got in front of the toilet, he couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted the lid and began jerking it as hard as he could. He pumped and pumped his hand against the raging 7 inch penis. Soon enough, he let out a small moan. He didn’t want it to happen again, so he grabbed a decoration towel small enough for his mouth. He wrapped it in a ball and gagged himself.
The closed door and the towel helped muffle the moaning as Frank began to stroke his penis faster and faster.
Eventually, he began to feel something inside him. It was like a naughty desire. One that he couldn’t imagine doing.
Using his other hand, he rubbed two fingers around the ring of his asshole. He didn’t even notice when they entered his ass. When he realized what he was doing, it was too late. He was enjoying every second of it.
Frank stopped fingering himself and began to rub both of his fingers against his nipples. He didn’t have to worry about his cock since it began to bend upward. It was like a canon aiming for his hairy chest.
He thrusted his hips as if he was barebacking a woman. Except, in his mind he imagined barebacking a man. He shook the thought away and went back to pleasing himself.
After 10 minutes, the cum finally shot out. It felt like a blessing to Frank finally able to cum. Except it wasn’t over.
Frank watched as the cum landed on his hairy chest. He felt oddly hungry. He watched as it shot into his chest hair. He spat out the towel and felt his mouth begin to water.
“I can’t let Erick see me like this!” He thought. With the fingers that wasn’t in his ass, he scooped up his cum and ate it like jello. It tasted like nectar to him. He bent his penis so that he’d cum into his hand. When it was enough, he’d slurp it up and go again. He continued this until he was all dried out.
When Frank finished, he realized what he had done. It wasn’t like him at all. He wasn’t sure what made him have such gay tendencies. What he didn’t know what that the meteor didn’t make him some buff man with a bigger penis. It had actually made him into what is known as a “bear” in the gay community. It had also made him gay, which is new to Frank since he’s only been with his ex wife when it comes to love.
He cleaned up any evidence of what he done and went back to the living room to get his sweats on. Frank felt dirty, and he knew Erick had enough food and milk, so he didn’t have to worry.
He headed back to his room and took his shower. He had to scrub his chest multiple times when he finished, he brushed his teeth and used mouth wash multiple times in fear that his cum eating left any evidence involving smell.
When he finished, he looked in his clothes for something to wear. Sadly, there was nothing. He was fucked with nothing to wear. Even if he did wear something, it would probably make him horny if it wasn’t underwear.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he was able to go downstairs to grab his phone and quickly return to the comfort of his room. He grabbed his measuring tape and figured out what size his clothes should be.
He knew that if he can get Erick to wear the baby clothes he could join, but that would be embarrassing to bring a toddler underwear shopping when the toddler probably hates wearing diapers.
Frank put the sweats back on, feeling disgusted while wearing them. He walked back into his son’s room to grab his shirt. As he left the room, he could hear his son talk to someone. Erick was bragging about diapers and being lazy, which made Frank glad that he wasn’t ruining his son’s pride.
Going back into his car, Frank planned to go clothes shopping, but this time it was for himself.