"Just one thing before I leave for class, Dad." Jeff logged on to the Chronivac and removed his Dad's access to Jeff and himself. "I know you're watching this, and you're feeling betrayed, but I have to do it." Jeff got quiet and glanced at his reflection in the mirror as he pulled on his jeans. "I'm not giving up my life."
His father's silence picked at the edge of his mind through the bus ride and his first two periods. It was when Jeff yawned during a lecture on French Imperialism that his father finally spoke up, "So am I expected to go through High School again? Are you taking my life away?"
Jeff blurted out, "That's not what I meant." That garnered a glare and an in-school detention slip from Ms. Gruntmeyer, who was old enough she may have been present for Napolean's defeat. Alone in the hall walking to detention Jeff spoke to his father once more, "I want this, whatever this is, but I want you to run things by me before you turn me into a buttplug or a pair of socks." Jeff's briefs tightened as he spoke and a little voice chortled in his mind, "Buttplug?" The uptick in his Dad's voice would have been enough for Jeff to tell he was interested but the growing erection against his ass made the point much clearer.
Jeff choked out a response, "Dad, not in school!" He pushed open the door and rushed to his seat before anyone could see the bulging expanding to a respectable 10in at the seat of his pants. His speed only attracted more stares, including a few eying up his 6inches, rock hard at the thought and feel of his father's desire. Jeff buried his face in the wooden desk, hoping to stifle his moans as his Dad impaled him. "It's a perfect fit, Jeff. I knew it would be." Jeff thrust and squirmed against the briefs that were all that remained of his Dad.
"Please..."Jeff moaned quietly.