CHANGED DADDY

The best way to describe my dad was straight corporate douchebag and since he and my mom split, he spent most nights at the bar afterwork hitting on anything in a skirt. I couldn’t count the number of women he’d brought home, fucking them endlessly down the hall as I had to listen. He’d always give me shit because I wasn’t tapping as much ass as “the old man.” Little did he know … I was interested in a whole different kind of ass … and cock. 

Then one night he came home early and caught me watching gay porn on my computer and things got ugly fast.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re gay?” He asked. “You’re telling me that my son is a faggot?”

“Dad, don’t. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Not that big a deal? MY SON isn’t a faggot. MY SON WILL NOT BE A FAGGOT!”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you Dad because I am, and you’re just going to have to deal with it, okay?”

“What you’re doing, this whole thing. It’s a choice. You are choosing to do this and that’s going to stop now!” He was pacing a hole in my bedroom floor, waving his hands in the air, his face beet red as he continued to scream. “We’re going to fix this goddammit. No son of mine is going to be a fucking fag!”

“Well, you’re going to have to deal with it, because it’s not going to change. I CAN’T change who I am no matter how much you’d like it.”

“Just shut the hell up.” He came at me, grabbing me by the neck and throwing me into the wall. I was eighteen, but he was still much bigger than I was. “NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BE A FAGGOT. Understand?”

His fingers dug into my throat and felt myself begin to tremble, tears streaking down my cheeks as I struggled beneath his grip. “I didn’t choose this, but I’m not ashamed of who I am.”I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the tears and he released me. “I wish you could just understand. I wish you could just love me the way I am.”

“That’s not going to fucking happen,” he said, glaring at me with more hate than I thought possible.

Then, something strange happened. The lights in my bedroom flickered and we both froze. I tried to move, but couldn’t and my dad was the same.

“What’s happen–” He tried to speak, but his words drifted away as I saw his body begin to tremble, his eyes beginning to flutter until they closed. I watched as his suit suddenly dissolved from his body, disappearing into nothing as his suit pants suddenly shifted into a pair of jeans. I was confused and I’m not going to lie … I was freaked out as I watched my dad begin to change.

His older, pale frame began to grow thicker with muscle and tan. Muscles swelled, thick pecs and abs forming where his once middle-aged gut was. I saw tattoos swirl over his arms and across his chest, two nipple rings appearing as if they’d always been there, my dad moaning as I watched his body continue to shift.

His jawline grew sharper, more defined, thick stubble sprouting over his face as dark hair began to grow from the top of his head. It grew higher, spiked into a mohawk where there was nothing before as two studs appeared in his ears. It was strange, but he looked slightly older than me now and I found one simple thing moving through my head… this wasn’t my dad, he was fucking hot.

The lights flickered once again and it was as if the thickness in the air was gone. I could move again and the man that used to be my dad opened his eyes. They weren’t angry and blue anymore. They were a rich, soulful brown and when he looked at me, a faint smile eased over his face as he licked his lips.

“Hey babe,” he said. “Look,I don’t want to fight anymore. I just …” He slid his hands over his large belt buckle and unbuttoned his tight jeans. He then unzipped, his gorgeous tan cock pouring out of his pants like magic. “Can we just, you know … go back to normal?”

I didn’t know what normal was, but if this was it, I was totally game. I dropped to my knees and had his cock in my mouth before I had a second thought. I moved up and down his meaty shaft as he placed his hand behind my head, moaning as I teased the tip of his dick with my tongue. Somehow, I knew exactly what he liked as new memories flooded my mind.

His name was Travis. We’d been dating for two years now, and he’d always loved and accepted me for exactly who I was. I loved him completely and knew we’d be together forever.

“I love you, babe,” he managed as I continued to work his cock. I glanced up and saw those brown eyes staring down at me, followed by that sexy smile of his. This is how life was supposed to be … like a wish come true … and it wasn’t long before I was on my back andTravis was giving me the fuck of my life with that beautiful cock of his.

Then again, it wasn’t like he had a choice in the matter.