They woke the next morning like that, Jeff with his arms wrapped around his father’s smooth young pussyboy body.
“So I have thought about the future,” David said as Jeff started to gently play with his lower lips, “ “But I don’t regret last night. Not the way I feel now. I think… I want to keep growing. As myself.”
Jeff nodded. “I think I do too. Naturally. Not just jumping into adulthood. I am not ready to be this old.”
They sat in silence for a moment, the kind of silence that speaks volumes.
David reached for the chronivac remote resting on the coffee table and turned it in his hands. “If I stay like this,” he said, “it’s not because I want to relive anything. It’s because I want to grow up the right way. On my own terms.”
Jeff smiled. “Then let’s do it together. You, me, and… whatever comes next.”
David grinned. “Pansexual twink cuntboy house boyfriend isn’t the title I expected when I became a parent, but I’ll take it.”
“And I’ll keep going to school,” Jeff said. “I want to build something. Maybe for both of us.”
They spent the rest of the morning wrapped in conversation—about their future, about boundaries, about identity and freedom. They used the chronivac to ensure a comfortable life as two 18 year old boys living alone—an inheritance here, a generous trust fund there. Enough to live quietly and without scrutiny. Enough so no one asked what happened to Jeff’s father, because in a way, he was still there. Just changed. Rewritten into something new.
Their new life together settled into an unusual rhythm—Jeff went to school during the day, focused and curious in a way he hadn’t been in years. David stayed home, handling the household, leaning into the calm satisfaction of daily routines and self-discovery.
But nights? Nights were different.
Their intimacy was instinctive now, born of mutual understanding and complete lack of inhibition. What started as curious exploration became a source of profound connection. Their bodies, once mismatched by time and experience, now met on even ground—two young men, both changed, both drawn together by history, chemistry, and a strange kind of fate.
David, with his androgynous beauty and the soft curves of his transformed form, found himself experiencing pleasure in entirely new ways. The sensations were intense—sharper, richer, and utterly addictive. Every time Jeff touched him, kissed him, held him afterward, it felt like reclaiming something he never knew he’d lost.
It was better than when he’d been married—more alive, more present. Not because Jeff was some ideal partner, but because David himself had changed. He wanted differently. Needed differently. And in Jeff’s arms, he found both the safety and spark he craved. And when Jeff pinned him to the ground and took him from behind, cock stretching the his front hole, it was like seeing god. He had always had a very submissive side that his ex wife had not been eager to acknowledge but Jeff let him be what be needed to while never forgetting to make sure that both of them received pleasure. He loved being mounted and taken from behind while Jeff kissed his neck.
And Jeff, who for the record, had used the Chronivac to make sure he was attracted to his father in addition to making the world believe he and David were 18 year old boyfriends, loved having a partner that knew everything about him but was still so new.
At home, David had fine-tuned his wardrobe into something closer to visual temptation. His favorite lounge shorts clung to his hips and rode high enough that the distinct lack of a bulge was impossible to miss. Sometimes it showed as a soft cleft. Sometimes a sharp line. Always enough to drive Jeff wild. And if it was really hot out, David shut the blinds and went around naked.
“Babe,” Jeff groaned one morning, eyes glued to David bending to grab laundry, “you can’t just walk around looking like that and expect me to function.”
David just grinned. “Not my fault you like the view.”
Outside the house, he was slightly more discreet—boyshorts and tight pants with just enough camouflage to avoid stares. But those who looked closely… saw. David was very popular with gay men but his heart (and pussy) were Jeff’s.
The beauty of it was, David didn’t care anymore. Not what people thought. Not who noticed. Not even that the world saw a twinky teen boy with a body that didn’t quite add up.
He was hot. He was happy. He was Jeff’s.
And he never had to explain a thing.