Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and take a step back. Things are way too
confusing to begin with, and what's worse is that your teenage body seems to be
interfering with your ability to think clearly. There's too many choices with the condoms in
front of you, and so you're just going to have to go with something simple!
Thinking for just a moment, you come up with what seems like a clever idea - no matter
what kind of condom your brother would need, you know dad's a safe bet. And he's just
home from work having his shower before dinner. Since you can't remember ever having
seen your dad naked, you'll have to go and say hello before choosing.
With your heart pounding, you go into the hallway and slip past the stairs, grateful nobody
saw you. Would they recognize you at all? Heading into your parents' bedroom, the
floorboard creak underfoot. "Is that you, honey?" you hear your dad yell from the
bathroom. Distracted, you see your dad's jock strap lying on the floor. It has a huge
pouch, and looks soaked in sweat. Snapping back, you move to the door, the sound of the
shower stopping makes you jump. It's now or never - if you don't go in your dad will have
a towel on and then you REALLY won't know which condom to pick.
Throwing open the bathroom door, you step in just as your dad is coming out of the
shower. "Whoa, son! What's up?" Laughing nervously, you shield your eyes and say,
"Nothing, dad, just coming in to get some toothpaste!" As you move up to the sink, you
look in the mirror, carefully getting a look of your dad's package.
What a piece he's got! Nice and long, thick and a little darker than his olive-complexion
skin. His balls are big, too, the size of eggs and hanging low. It's hard to keep an eye on
the stuff that matters right now because your dad's so hot otherwise - 6'2", muscular with
a little pudge, and a light dusting of hair over his body with a little 5 o'clock shadow on his
face. Keeping that image of his dick in your mind, you race back down the hall. "Hey
sport! You forgot the toothpaste!"
Back in your room, you clock and lock the door. You hear your mom call up, "Dinner!" Ok,
no time to spare. You look through the condoms again, seeing one that looks right. But
wait, dad's dick was thicker than that. Almost ready to cry, you finally see one that looks
right - some brand called "Warming Sensations." Your mom yells again - she's not going
to wait much longer before coming up to look for you.
Taking a deep breath, you pull your shorts and underwear down in one motion. Your little
cock stands to attention as you fumble the condom out of its wrapper. Placing it over your
dick, it looks very sad, almost comical - this huge sleeve on a little man.
Suddenly, you feel a jolt. A sensation of warmth flood up through your penis and into your
body, causing you to throw your head back. As you do so, you feel yourself growing, the
room going back to a perspective you're more used to. Breathing a sigh of relief, you look
down and see your cock filling out the condom nicely. Looking up in the mirror after
another moment, you gasp. Not only did the condom take you to an age like your dad... it
seems like it made you an exact COPY of your father. Your hair, skin tone, even a small
scar on your arm is the same. And you can't believe how horny it makes you.
Reaching down, you pull off the condom and start to stroke your cock, teasing your nipple
in the process. You're so intent on this that you don't hear someone come to the door and
knock. Just as you're getting close to shooting, the door opens and your dad yells out,
"WHAT the HELL?!"