The Changed Man

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Part 1
 

Jesus Christ. What a long fucking day. Sean tossed his satchel over his shoulder as he left work. 8 clients back to back, each more taxing them the last. The weight of his full satchel a burden on his thin shoulders. 
Sean walked down the stairs to his office, out of breath from the exertion; and then he climbed into his car. Say what you want about Sean, but his job provided him with plenty of disposable income. 
He climbed into his new luxury car, starting up easy, and rolling out of the parking garage smooth as ice. 
For only being 27, Sean had made a comfortable life for himself. His parents had never really been huge influences on his life, and he had made his own way since he was 15. Getting his first salary job after college, climbing the ladder, and slowly gaining his independence from his family has been everything he’d ever wanted. 
Sean pulled out of the parking garage, his wheels hitting smooth pavement as he drove out of the city. 
Sean listened to public radio on his drive home, relaxing into his average every day afternoon commute. 
It was when Sean got home that he stripped his mask and dove into his true personality. Stripping off his suit and tie, his long socks and business loafers, Sean settled into the couch in only his underwear. 
He opened a gay chat app and began to message the men back. Each of of them a burly daddy type, thick hair, thicker muscles, and a love for skinny younger guys. 
Sean fit that bill perfectly, at 27 he had barely grown since he started college. 5’8” and 130lbs he was a small man, but he was hot none the less. Bud strong jaw line, defined abs, and model status face sealed the deal for him more often than not. 
One thing about Sean though. He was more of a tease and flirt. He preferred to play the field, work these men up to a fevered pitch, and then cut them off; leaving them horny and wanting more, sending messages, pictures, and videos frivolously vying for his attention. Sean loved the attention he received from these men, but there was really only one daddy he truly craved connection with. 
When he was 17 and came out to his parents, a decade ago, his dad had shut him out. Physically, emotionally, mentally. Sean felt his last few years in his home he was a stranger living in a foreign hostile. 
Sean’s dad, Clint, had always been a man’s man, he worked a blue collar job, worked out when he could, drove a pick-up truck. Sean never expected him to accept him, but he also never expected what came next. 
As he scrolled through his app, teasing the older men, his dad texted him. Odd. 
*Hey Sean. I know it’s been a while but I’d really like it if you could give me a call when you’re available.”
A wave of nausea and worry washed over Sean, his dad NEVER reached out to him. Something extraordinary must have happened. Sean was all at once needing to call his dad to settle his curiosity, and too intimidated and stunned to actually make the call. 
Sean went to shower, an ice cold shower always helped him calm down and think clearly. 
He undressed, his lean nearly hairless body reflecting in the mirror. Sean’s body may not have been too athletic, but his face told a different story. A strong, even jawline set his face, accentuated by his high cheekbones and well proportioned nose. His dark green eyes the color of an evergreen tree in late winter. His brown hair tossed and falling evenly, with a bit of curl. Sean knew he was a stunner, he had been approached many times to model for different projects around his small town.
Sean got out of the shower, dried off, and sat on the edge of his bed. He fumbled around with his phone, still wet and cold, but he could only focus on the phone call with his dad he knew he needed to make. 
He slowly dialed the number, and pressed call. 
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. Voicemail. “Hi dad, it’s Sean. I was calling in response to your text. Call me when you can.”
No sooner than he’d hung up, his dad called back. 
“Hello, Sean.”
“Hi dad.”
“How are you doing?”
“I’m okay. Dad is everything alright?”
“Not really, son. Your mom. She. She.”
Sean could hear his dad tearing up over the call. 
“It’s okay dad. Tell me what happened.”
“She left me.” Sean heard she sobs for a moment. He let his dad cry. 
“I’m so sorry dad. I hope you’re okay.” Still keeping himself distant from his dad. 
“No. It’s okay Sean. I’m not upset she left. In fact I’m happy. I wanted to see if you’d come over for dinner. There’s some thing I want to talk about. But I want to do it face to face.”
“Uh. I. Uhhh. Sure dad. When?”
“As soon as you can. Tomorrow is Friday night, does that work for you?” 
Sean took pause. That was so soon. But his dad clearly needed this. 
“Sure dad. Send me your address and what time you’d like me to come. Should I bring anything.”
“No son. Just bring yourself, that’s enough. I’ll text you my address and time when we get off the phone.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow dad.”
“See you tomorrow. I love you, Sean.” 
Then the call ended. 
Sean couldn’t remember a single time his dad had ever told him that he loved him. 
“8175 Wabash Ln. come over at 5pm.”
Sean’s mind rushed through all the possibilities for what his dad could want to talk to him about. He couldn’t believe his mom had left his dad, as distant as the two of them had always been with him, they always seemed so in love. What could have happened? These thoughts swirled in Sean’s mind until he drifted asleep. 

Waking up the next morning he checked his phone to see if his dad had said anything else, nothing. He quickly got ready for work and tried to get himself back into his comfortable routine; but it didn’t matter, every other thought in his mind was occupied by what could be happening with his dad. What this dinner was going to be like. Why did it have to be so sudden? 
The day crept on, the uneasy feeling of anxiety ebbed and waned inside Sean, knotting his stomach. Thankfully today was Friday and that meant less clients. He got off at 4:30, just enough time to make it to his dad’s on time. 

Sean pulled up to his dad’s house. He guessed mom got their family home, and now his dad was staying in a small one bedroom home. It was a nice house, deep red bricks, a large porch on the front, a beautifully manicured front lawn, a garage off to the side. It had a very cozy feeling to it. Something about the little home made Sean feel at easy for a moment. 
He stepped onto the porch and knocked on the deep hardwood door, freshly painted a bright white to match the porch railing. 
Sean heard motion inside, the door opened, and his feeling of ease dissipated. 
In the doorway was a man who vaguely resembled Sean’s dad. His face was even different. Kinder somehow, maybe it was the big smile he wore, or the tear in his eye, but Clint looked…welcoming. Sean noticed at once that his dad seemed much larger than he remembered him. It had been almost ten years since they’d met in person, and it appeared his dad had started to take his workout routines more seriously. He’d also seemed to be taking better care of himself, his once round gut was now gone, all of the mass seemed to have shifted upwards and it now spilled into his chest and arms. Clint was taller too, or so Sean thought. When his dad opened the door he was staring directly at the bottom of his dad’s chest.
“Sean!” Clint said, almost in an exacerbated sigh, a release of tension audible in his tone. He stepped forward and pulled Sean into a hug. Sean’s face sank in between his dad’s pecs, he noticed how far he seemed to sink, emphasizing the size of the barreled chest. The large arms around him hard as stone. The force of the hug lifted him off the ground a bit so that Sean was on his tippy toes. He reached around his dad and ground that he almost couldn’t reach completely around the wide lats and thick chest. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his dad’s cologne, the slight sweaty musk between his pecs, the smell of a fresh shower. 
Sean squeezed, and he felt his dad’s much larger body pull him in even tighter. 
Clint then released Sean, lowering him back to the ground, “please come in.” As he stepped out of the way, Sean walked into the house. 
“Dad, this is a very nice little home.”
“Thanks son. I’ve tried. When I,” he paused seeming to hold back tears, “when I had to move here this was all I could afford and it needed some work. But some fresh brick, paint, floors, and some hard work on the front lawn has really brought it together.”
“Wow. So you redid this whole place, did you hire someone?” 
“Hire someone?” Clint seemed genuinely confused. “No. I did it myself. I needed a project to sink my mind into and this remodel was just what I needed.”
“You seem well dad.” 
“Come on Sean. Sit at the table. I have dinner ready, we can talk more there. I’m sure you’re wondering why I insisted we meet so soon.” 
He was right. Sean was whirling with possibilities as to why this was all happening. Above all, he felt an odd displacement in his mind, where the negative feelings he’d always harbored towards his father had suddenly softened. He was unsure if it was the way he spoke now, the affection he showed, or the simple fact that he now looked like the dream version of a man Sean would flirt with and tease. He knew the latter couldn’t possibly be it. 
Sean at at the table. A small dining set, four wooden chairs and a sturdy table, all the same dark mahogany wood. The grain had been sanded and treated. Everything in the home looked like it had been handled with such care. 
Clint rounded the corner, carrying a large pot in one arm and a large plate in the other. 
“I’m sorry it’s not much. As much as I’ve focused on building myself back up, cooking isn’t something I’ve mastered yet, but I remembered you liked beef stew, so I made that, and some homemade rolls. Although. The rolls didn’t come out as nice as I’d planned.” 
As Clint sat the food on the table, Sean appreciated the gesture. 
“I still love beef stew dad. I can’t believe you remembered. And don’t apologize, if it tastes as good as it smells I think we’ll be fine.” 
Clint even fixed Sean his plate, portioning out the meat, veggies, and selecting what he must have considered the most ideal roll in the bunch. 
“Here!” He said enthusiastically, handing the plate to Sean. 
“Thanks dad.” Sean gave his dad a quick glance and a warm smile. If his dad was going to put in so much work to be present, Sean figured he could try equally to make his dad feel like his efforts were valid. 
The two ate in silence for a while. Sean unsure of what to say, and Clint apparently too afraid to say what he needed to. 
Sean took the first leap, “Dad, what’s this all about?” 
Clint paused eating, and slowly sat down his fork. He seemed to be mentally gathering his composure, using one hand to smooth his shirt, which had bunched up underneath his heavy pecs, and the other to wipe sweat from his brow. Sean noticed his dad’s large dark nipples were visible through the thinly stretched shirt fabric, and when he raised his arm to wipe the sweat from below his well maintained brown hair, he heard a seam pop in the shirt as it stretched over his shoulder. 
“This is a hard story to tell. But I owe it to you. Just let me get through as much as I can and then we can discuss, okay?”
“Sure, dad.”
“So. Shortly after you moved out, I became unhappy. Not with your mom or anything specific, but life in general. I was getting old and fat, I was tired all the time, I was angry, I hated my job and everything in life seemed like a chore.” Clint swallowed hard, forcing down emotion as he got to the heart of the issue. “After a while I went to see a therapist, your mom didn’t know because I didn’t want her to think she was the problem. Through talking with the therapist we discovered a few things. The first being that I was depressed. The second was that I probably had low testosterone. Those two thing combined accounted for most of my symptoms. The therapist encouraged me to workout, saying that it would not only help with depression, but when I started receiving testosterone injections that it would help to moderate my energy levels and mood more.” He took a slight pause, a big deep breath, his chest expanding and pulling the buttons on his shirt almost to their breaking point. 
“The last thing we talked about was your mom. She was emotionally and mentally abusive and I had fallen into a dark place. When we would talk about you I had two different thoughts, how I really felt, and how I felt because that’s how your mother insisted that I feel. Years and years of her demanding I follow in her ideological footsteps let me to being a hateful scornful person, and it wasn’t who I really was. I withdrew from you because it was either that or face the abuse from your mom.” Clint paused again. The next words hung in his throat like a Vice was locked preventing them from escaping. 
“Son. I never cared you were gay. I knew it well before you came out. Your mother was blindsided and she couldn’t see past it. She would talk when we were alone and say the most vile things, I would agree, craving her approval, but at the same time I knew it was hurting you and that’s the last thing I wanted. So. That lead your mom and I to an impass. One morning I insisted we invite you over and make amends, I told her I couldn’t do it any longer. I called her on her abuse and told her it was time to change the dynamic. She argued, but I had practiced in therapy remaining steady and keeping to my values. I guess once she realized she couldn’t control me any more she left. It devastated me at first, because I craved her affection so much. But. These last few years I’ve come to realize that I could repair our relationship. I realized that the bond we could share as father and son could help me to heal. So. After years and years of struggling and fighting and working on myself I finally decided it was time. I’ve done a lot of work inside myself to prepare to be a good father, and I understand that it may be hard to accept. But I love you, and I want you to know the truth and the reason why everything happened.”
Sean sat. Stunned. He wanted to laugh and cry and run and disappear all in the same moment. His body was frozen in time. Clint studied him, watching for any reaction. Sean was stoic, completely unsure for the first time in a while of what to do next. 
Clint stood, rising to his full height, and walked over to Sean. With Sean sitting and Clint standing, Sean noticed he was at crotch level with his dad. Not wanting to seem like he was staring, he quickly stood as well, and the two hugged. 
They both teared up, holding on, waiting for the other to relent, but neither did for a while. 
Finally. Sean initiated the released stepping back, his dad releasing him from the hug. 
“Thank you.” Was all he could manage for the time being. 
Clint returned to his seat, and so did Sean. They resumed eating. The air between them seemed to clear, the tension releasing like a bungee cord just unhooked. Time seemed to return to normal. Then Clint spoke. 
“So. Do you think we can ever repair our relationship?”
Sean nodded, “I do. There’s a lot of time to catch up on, but it sounds like you’ve done most of the work already.” 
“You’re right. There is a lot of lost time. Tell me about yourself. What was college like, where do you work, how is life. I saw you drive a pretty nice car, I’m proud that you seem to be doing well for yourself. Do you have a boyfriend, I don’t seen a ring so I hope I didn’t miss a wedding?”
Sean was gobsmacked. Never in his life did he imagine those words coming from his dad’s mouth. Sean must have been sitting with his mouth agape because Clint continued, “sorry. I know that’s a lot. I’ve just thought about these things for so long.”
“No. It’s okay dad. Let’s see. College was fine, I completed by bachelors and masters and the firm I work for now pays me really well. I own a place downtown and I’ve started a small business on the side that will hopefully allow me to quit my job one day and simply manage. You’re right. No husband. No boyfriend either. I’ve never really had a steady partner.”
“That surprises me.” Clint said.
“What does?”
“That you’ve never had a steady partner. You seem so out together, despite how we raised you, and you inherited my good looks, I’d think it would be easy for you to find a man.”
What an odd conversation. Sean could hardly believe he was talking about this with his dad. 
“Well. Maybe I’ll meet someone one day. For now I’m really focusing on myself.” Sean said. 
“I understand that.” Clint agreed. 
“What about you dad, do you have anyone special in your life?”
“No. Like you I’m working on myself. Between work, the gym, fixing this house, therapy, and working to make myself ready to meet you again, I haven’t had time for anything else.” 
It really was like Sean was meeting his dad again for the first time. The man he knew growing up was gone, replaced by this much larger, much more caring version of his dad. 
The two finished their plates, Sean full after one, and Clint eating everything that remained. The big man had an appetite to match. 
“Would you like to come out back son? I can show you my plans for landscaping, we can have a few beers and just talk.”
“That sounds great, dad.” Although Sean wasn’t a fan of beer, this time with his dad was probably worth the taste. 
They settled into the porch into two separate rocking chairs, Clint sat a cooler of beer between them. 
“You like these chairs, Sean?” 
“Yeah dad, they’re sturdy, quiet, really nice actually.” 
“I made them.” 
Sean sat forward and examined the chair he was sitting in. It indeed had a similar grain to the table and chairs in the dining room, an even stain across them, and the cushioning was clearly hand sewn and detailed. 
“Now. I didn’t make the cushions. I got those at a local market. But the chair I did make.”
Sean sat back in the chair, running his hand along the smooth wood of the chair. 
“You’re quite the handyman, dad.” 
“Well you pick up a thing or two basically rebuilding a home with your bare hands.” At that Clint chuckled, a deep growling laugh that gave Sean flashbacks of his childhood, of happier times with his dad. 
“So how are you landscaping the backyard?” Sean asked. 
“Follow me!” Clint said, standing up and walking to the end of the porch. He stood there a moment and Sean wouldn’t help but notice how his dad’s ass stretched the khaki pants he was wearing, the dimples visible through the material. Standing, Sean followed Clint into the yard. 
Strewn across the yard were various different gardening and lawn care tools. Shovels, hoes, large bags of soil and mulch, stacks of lumber. 
Clint began to point around the yard, “over there I’m going to start a small vegetable garden. I figure I can fit around 10 tomato plants, a few stalks of corn, some beans and squash around the corn, a row or two of potatoes, and over there I’m going to have a strawberry and blueberry vine.” He swung his arm around, “over there I’m going to create a stone path, and I’m going to build a gazebo; in that corner I’m going to plant a new tree, haven’t decided what kind yet…” he continued to speak but Sean was lost in the moment. Seeing his dad so happy and passionate about something, there was something so…attractive about it. But not in the way that he found his dad attractive. Just the attribute of a person who’s driven. 
“Well son, what do you think?” 
“I think it’s going to take a lot of work.” 
Clint took a long drink of his beer, finishing it off, “yeah. It will. But it’s work I love to do. You’ll have to come back sometime and see it when it’s finished.” 
Two two walked back to the porch, and relaxed back into the chairs. They talked about anything and everything, Sean drank a few beers and being smaller and not used to alcohol he quickly caught a buzz. Clint, the large man that he was, was putting back bottle after bottle, seeming to loosen up a bit more each time. 
Suddenly Sean felt dizzy. He was getting drunk. 
“I think I’d *hiccup* better *hiccup* head home.” Sean slurred. 
“Absolutely not.” Clint said matter of fact, “you may be a grown man but I’m still your dad. You’re staying here tonight where you’re safe. No drinking and driving, if you did that I’d have to punish you.” Sean heard Clint laugh, but he could of sworn he saw a sly grin on his dad’s face as he said it. 
“Where and I *hiccup* going to sleep?” Fuck. Sean had to get rid of these hiccups. Annoying as hell. He held his breath. 
“In my bed.” Clint answered, and Sean exhaled the air quickly. What the fuck. He couldn’t sleep in the same bed as his dad?
“I don’t want to sleep in the bed with you dad. I’ll call and Uber.” 
“You little goober. I’m not sleeping in the bed with you. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Sean felt a sudden relaxation, knowing things would be okay, his eyes felt heavy and he slid into sleep on the porch in the chair. 

He awoke to feeling weightless. No. Not weightless. He was being carried. Clint had a hold of him, cradling his body against his big thick chest, supporting his weight with his strong arms. Sean was still drunk, and he felt so safe in this moment, he nuzzled his head into Clint’s chest further, swearing he felt a hard nipple under his cheek. 
Clint lay Sean down in the bed, assuming he was still asleep. In the dark, Sean lay awake with his eyes open. Clint began to undress. The room was dimly lit by the hallway light and the moonlight from the large window. Sean couldn’t make out everything, but he could see enough. 
As Clint unbuttoned his shirt, his chest seemed to expand, growing once the pressure had released. Sean could see a few hairs on his dad’s chest, the grey ones which shown in the low light. Clint struggled to get the shirt off over his massive shoulders and bulging tricep, he was still drunk too. In his frustration he simply, and quite easily, ripped the shirt down his back and shredded it into pieces, pulling it off his body. 
Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, Sean noticed his dad’s bulge. He should close his eyes. He shouldn’t be watching his dad undress. He needed to stop right now. 
But as he thought this, Clint’s bulge forced its way out of the opening in the pants, sticking out looking like his dad dad shoved a small watermelon in the front of his underwear. The weight of the package inside weighing down the waistband of the boxer briefs. Forcing his pants down over his huge quads Sean saw his muscles ripple and flex as he fought with the tight fabric that wouldn’t let go of the diamond cut quads. Finally. Clint was undressed, in only his underwear. He turned to leave the room, bending over quickly to pick something up off the floor, and Sean could hear the material rip as his large ass stretched the material too far. 
Clint stopped at the doorway, his wide back taking up more than the width of the doorframe, he turned slightly to fit through the door. As he did, he looked back at Sean and said, “goodnight son.” And he closed the door. 

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Sean slept well that night, and in the morning he woke with a slight hangover. He rolled in the bed, forgetting there we was for a moment. The bed he was in was much larger than his queen bed at home. Then it returned to him. The memories from the night before, drinking with his dad, being carried to bed, watching his dad undress, WAIT, did Clint know he was watching. Was that why he said goodnight, or did he just say it to himself?! Oh fuck. If his dad had caught him watching him strip it would ruin everything. Fuck. 
Sean climbed out of bed and looked to the floor. The shirt was still there in tatters. Laying next to the shirt were the briefs Clint had on last night. Sean picked them up, his inner voice screaming at him for doing something so depraved as going through his dad’s underwear. He’d just reconciled with his dad, and he was putting that all in jeopardy, but his morning wood horniness won out. He picked up the briefs and inspected them. Indeed the entire ass was split and frayed, but more interesting to Sean was the front pouch. It seemed that long before they gave out, the front pouch had been stretched and worn this. The fabric near see through in places where it had been pushed beyond its intended size limit time and time again. Sean remembered the huge bulge Clint had stuffed into these briefs the night before. What a sick thought. He couldn’t think about his dad’s dick that way. But still the same, his own dick twitched in his underwear. 
Wait. 
Where we’re his clothes? 
He looked around. He didn’t remember his dad taking them off of him. But he couldn’t find them anywhere. He also couldn’t go out looking for them with his hard on. But he ALSO couldn’t jerk off in his dads bed to get it to go away. He felt trapped like a horny teenager. He opted to text his dad once he gained some sense. 
*hey dad I just woke up. I can’t find my clothes, would you know where they are?*
He waited for a reply. With each passing moment the sights in his dad’s room peaked his curiosity, the shirt and underwear weren’t the only clothes on the floor. In fact, they were near a pile of clothes. Sean walked over to them, maybe there was something he could wear. He picked up a pair of pants from the pile, a large hole tore from the crotch down the leg of the pants. He picked up a XXXL shirt. It was mostly in tact, except the arms had been ripped off and there were tears in the front where his dad’s chest must have stretched it too far. Shirt after shirt, pant after pant, every item in the pile was worn and torn, every pair of underwear held the same stretch marks in the pouch as if his dad could never find underwear big enough to hold him for long. Of fact. It seemed like none of the clothes held him for long. 
His phone chimed and he jumped. 
*you spilled beer on them last night. I took them off before we came inside. They’re in the dryer now. I’m outside so you can come out of the room and grab them.*
Sean crept out of the room, aware he had no idea where the laundry was, but it was a small house, it wouldn’t be hard to find. He walked down the hallway toward the living room, he opened the door in the hall. It was a bathroom, but completely new and redone. Sean took a minute to appreciate the work his dad had put into it. Since it was the only bathroom in the house he had gone all out apparently. The shower was set deep into the wall, no door or curtain, but set fair enough back that no water would escape. The stonework making up the shower blended into the stone on the floor, all hand laid. The back of the shower had several different lights and shower heads, but it was wide. The shower dominated much of that corner of the bathroom. There were double vanities on the opposite wall, only, the wall was covered in mirrors. Not just a mirror behind the sinks, but all along the wall was a row of floor to ceiling mirrors, all cleaned and polished to an even shine. An interesting design choice, Sean thought. 
Walking back into the hallway, he continued to the living room, the bright morning light shining in through a large bay window. The dark leather of the furniture and the fresh hardwood floors give Sean a sense of comfort, that this place was designed to be comfortable just for him. Passing through the dining room he entered the kitchen. The room was quaint, but the new cabinets, freshly installed island with a stove built in, and new fridge dominated the space. On the opposite corner of the room he saw a door with a sign on it that read *laundry, the never ending cycle*. 
It was cute. 
Sean crossed the kitchen, looking into the backyard through the window as he walked past the sink and something caught his eye. It was the gleam of a hoe being raised into the air. 
Sean moved and got a better view. It was Clint, his father. He was outside working on his garden. He was breaking up the ground, but the work on the garden wasn’t what enticed Sean to keep looking. Clint was shirtless, his form on full display in the morning light. Right now Sean could only see his back. The wide lats flairing out as he raised the hoe to bring it down to the ground. As it struck Earth his muscles shook with force. As he raised the hoe again his back muscles flexed, bunching up around his shoulder blades and bulging under his tanned skin. He was so sweaty the lines of sweat ran down his back and into his jeans. The jeans were painted onto his ass, the sweat forming a darker line in the denim down hjs deep crack. 
Sean noticed he was still in his underwear and rock hard. His cock forming a small wet spot of precum. He was also painfully aware he was getting worked up over his own dad. He quickly looked away from the window. He turned and leaned against the sink. Contemplating. His thoughts raced. How could he be so unlucky and so lucky at the same time. He had his dad back, not only that, his dad was a walking wet dream, but it was still his father. Consumed by the thoughts he almost didn’t notice the sound of the back door opening. 
“Sean!” Clint called. 
Fuck! Sean thought as he scrambled to cover himself but it was too late. Clint rounded the corner to see him standing there, cock hard and dripping. But that wasn’t the biggest issue. 
Taking in his dad from the front. His wide frame filling the doorway. His shoulders were cannons of power, leading down to his massive arms, covered in veins popping from his work his biceps swollen from exertion and the head of his bicep flexed, the size of a melon. Clint crossed his arms, folding them under his chest and seeming to lift them up. As he did his biceps fought for space with his massive chest. Clint entire body was immaculate, but his chest was on another level. His huge pecs lifted and supported from below by his thick forearms. The deep deep crevice between his chest seeming to disappear into darkness as the muscles bunched together. The striations emanating from the center and leading to the deep intentions at the edge of each huge mound of muscle. Lowering his arms, Sean saw his nipples. Dark, hard, and the size of half dollars. The entire expanse of muscular chest covered in a dark thick fur. His muscles so huge the definition was noticeable under the thick mat of fur. Moving down Sean saw his dads large abs, the gut he once had was now 4 abs, prominent, but not a flat aesthetic washboard. He was the perfect muscle daddy. His jeans from the front were again painted over his large quads, and the bulge in front was just as obvious as it was last night in his briefs. 
Sean realized he’d been staring for too long. His cock ready to explode. His dad standing there staring at him as well. The entire form of his dripping with sweat and power. His body seeming to shine as the layer of sweat over his body reflected the bright kitchen lights. 
“You still looking for your clothes son?”
“I uh well I…”
“It’s okay son. Everyone gets hard in the morning, I do too. No need to hide anything from me.” 
Sean moved behind the island, “still though. Could you turn around and let me put some clothes on first?”
“Sure son.” And Clint turned around. 
Sean hurried to the drier and grabbed his pants out and slid them on. Positioning his cock so it didn’t show and he slid on his shirt. “Okay dad.”
“You sure slept well last night.” Clint said turning back around. Sean getting weak in his knees again as he got to see his dad’s muscles on display. 
“Are you okay Sean, you look pale.”
“Oh I. Um. Hangover. You know. I don’t drink much.” 
“I understand. Well. I’m just going to spend the day fixing up the garden out back. I understand if you want to head home now. But I hope you’ll visit soon.” 
“Yeah. I do need to go home and shower and change clothes.” Sean admitted, “but I really enjoyed last night. Maybe I can come back over and help you plant your garden, I’m sure the bell would be nice.” 
Clint beamed a smile, “I’d love that son.” 
“Alright well let me go change and I’ll be back soon.” 
“If you want to stay tonight you can. I’m really enjoying getting to know my son.” Clint said, his smile refusing to go away. 
Sean went for the doorway to leave but Clint was blocking him. 
Clint opened his arms and pulled Sean into a hug. Shoving his face deep into his sweaty pecs, Sean reaching around his huge dad and feeling the dramatically large muscles freshly pumped from his work outside. His large arms sucking him in deeper into the deep striated hairy chest. Clint stepped back quickly. “Sorry son. I forgot I was so sweaty!”
“It’s okay. I need to shower anyway haha.” He quickly left, his cock about to explode in his pants from feeling the big muscles and smelling the manly scent off his body. 

Sean drove home. Quickly getting into his place he stripped down and jerked off, as he did he pictured his dads huge flexing body, his hairy sweaty chest, his heavy arms at the side. He was close and the image of his dad’s cock shoved into the briefs, stretching them so that they’re nearly see through, and he came. Sean shot a load that flew past his head and hit the headboard of his bed. 
He lay there, panting, and disgusted with himself. He just jerked off to the thought of his own father. He stood in the shower, regretting what he’d done, but all the same every time he pictures Clint’s big body blocking the doorway as he left, and being pulled into that hug, his cock got rock hard again. 
Sean got out and got dressed. He was determined to make this relationship with his dad work, and to overcome his dark desires. 
Driving back to Clint’s home he rehearsed in his head what he would say to himself to keep his mind away from his lustful thoughts. 
Pulling into the driveway Sean steeled himself. Making his mind an iron cage. 
Walking through the house he repeated his mantras to himself, preparing, it shouldn’t be this much work he thought. I shouldn’t have to convince myself so much not to get a boner from my dad. 
He opened the back door, and all bets were off. Whereas this morning Clint was in jeans, he had now torn the legs off and he was in a pair of fresh denim short shorts, the white tassels still hanging uneven and loose where Clint had clear just used his bare hands to tear his jeans off. 
“Sean! I’m so glad you’re back so soon. Grab that bucket with seeds off the porch and let’s get to planting. 
Sean hoisted up the bucket and found it a bit heavy. He lugged the bucket across the yard to the garden. Stopping a few feet from his dad, Clint was squatted down, the waistline of his shorts pulling down, and revealing a his red and black jockstrap. Sean felt his knees go weak again. If there’s one thing that made a big muscle daddy more attractive to Sean, it was seeing them in skimpy underwear and jockstraps, bulging out in the front and back. 
Clint stood and turned, face Sean; Sean made every effort to look down at the seed bucket and not to gaze directly into his dad’s tanned muscular chest. 
“So how can I help?” Sean asked. 
“Did you think the bucket was heavy?” Clint replied. 
“A little.” Sean hated to admit it. Knowing it took his strength and both hands to bring it over here he barely kept the 5 gallon bucket off the ground. 
“Alright then I’ll carry the bucket,” Clint picked up the bucket swiftly with one hand, the weight not impacting him one bit, “I’ll hand you seeds and you plant them in the holes I’ve already made.”
Sean began to walk down the row of premade holes, every few steps he would stop, bend over, reach back, his dad would place a seed in his hand, and he would plant it. 
Sean became aware that each time he bend over, the bottom of his ass shown, perhaps he’d chosen a pair of shorts that were a bit too short. 
As Sean made his way down the rows Clint followed closely behind him, diligently placing the correct number and type of see in his hand each time he reached back. 
Sean was looking ahead and he noticed that two of the holes were closer to each other than the others. Suddenly Sean stopped and bent over to take care of the irregularly placed hole. 
All at once Clint bumped into him, knocking him to the dirt. Sean knew what he felt. He felt his dad’s massive bulge shove against his ass. As he lay on the ground, he rolled over to get up. As he rolled over he looked up and saw a sight that sent blood rushing to his cock. 
His father stood over him. His thick tree trunk legs  leading up to his massive upper body. Every muscle still pumped and sweaty from his morning outside. But the center of it all was the bulge in his short denim shorts. He zipper on the front pushed out, threatening to burst, the weight of his cock weighing down the shorts so much the top of his pubic hair was showing. Sean couldn’t hardly see his dad’s face over the large overhang of his pecs. As he lay in his dad’s massive shadow, he realized how long he’d been staring at Clint’s cock. His dad leaned forward and extended a hand, his cheeks blushing. Sean grabbed his dad’s large calloused hand. Clint gripped Sean’s much smaller hand and with the strength of one arm, hauled his son up to his feet. 
The two stood there, staring at each other for a brief moment, which seemed to last for ages. Sean looking from the large heaving sweaty chest in front of him, to the big bulge that was stuck out so far that it was nearly touching his stomach. 
“Sorry son. I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t mean to knock you down.” Clint was authentically apologetic. 
“It’s okay dad.” And Sean wiped the dirt off of his face and front, “let’s get back to planting.” Sean was begging for any excuse to take his attention off his dad before his little dick busted in his shorts. 
The two continued on and finished the planting. 
“I think that’s enough work for today, you’re starting to get a sunburn. Let’s head inside.”
As they walked inside, Clint stopped and grabbed a few beers from a cooler. The cold aluminum dripping with ice, Clint help them to his chest as he closed the cooler. The cold can making his fat nipple erect. Sean could swear he saw his dad’s cock jump in the shorts, but he knew it was just his imagination. 
Clint tossed a beer to Sean, “No thanks. I over did it last night. I think I’ll stick to water tonight.” 
“Suit yourself son. But they’re here if you need to loosen up a bit.” And then Clint walked inside. His big thighs rubbing together and giving him a slight waddle to his walk where they were just slightly too large for his body. 
Up the stairs and Sean was on trying to focus on anything except his dad’s two massive ass cheeks bouncing in front of him. 
Inside, Sean sat down at the table, “why don’t you go sit on the couch?” Clint offered. 
“Ah. I don’t want to ruin it with this dirt and sweat.” 
“Do you have any extra clothes with you?”
Sean in fact did. He’d packed a few shirts and underwear and pants just in case he got offered to stay the night again. 
“Uh. I have underwear and shorts, but no shirt.” 
Sean was playing an angle. He wondered if it would pay off. 
“Hmm,” Clint rubbed his chin, scratching at his even scruff that accentuated his masculine jawline, “I guess you could wear one of my shirts. You’d be swimming in it, but you could…”
“Yes!” Sean said a little too quickly and a little too enthusiastically.  
“Alright. Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll bring a towel and a shirt into the bathroom for you. I’ll shower after, and then we can talk about dinner.”
Sean’s plan worked. He wanted to wear one of those shirts that his dad’s huge muscles had stretched out. He wanted to feel how big it was on his small body, to be intimately familiar with just how large his dad was. 
Sean walked to his car and grabbed his bag and then back inside to the bathroom. He closed the door, stripped off his dirty clothes, and then proceeded into the deep shower. Sean stood and looked at the different nozzles, switches, and soon he figured he wasn’t entirely sure how the shower worked. 
Just then he heard a knock at the door, and heard it opening. 
“Sean? Are you in here?” 
“Yeah dad. I can’t figure out how the shower works.”
“Would you like the to come in and show you?”
“I don’t have any clothes on, dad.”
“Nudity doesn’t bother me, unless it bothers you, son. Nothing I haven’t seen before. If it would be better I’ll leave the bathroom, let you put on a towel, then come back in and start the shower and leave.”
Sean considered. He also agreed that nudity wasn’t a big deal. Or was that the lust he had for his dad clouding his thoughts? No. He didn’t want his dad to go through all that other shit to turn the shower on. 
“Well?” 
“That’s okay. You can come in and show me. I don’t care.”
Sean’s heart was beating out of his chest. What was he doing. This was so wrong. But the thought of it made him so excited. He faced the back wall and heard his dad’s heavy footsteps in the bathroom, then the stone floor of the shower, “you’re going to have to move so I can get to the controls haha.” Clint said. 
“Oh right.” Sean said, turning. He tried to focus on ANYTHING but his dad. Willing his cock to not get hard in front of his dad. When he turned, he lost that battle. Turning he immediately was faced with Clint’s huge hairy pecs. His dad so wide that he nearly took up the width of the shower. But that wasn’t what got Sean the most. Clint was only in his jockstrap. 
Sean looked down reflexively, without thought. While he was staring at his dad’s chest, Clint’s huge bulge was almost touching his stomach. The cock so large it was pushing out the jockstrap pouch. Sean could see the thick base of his dad’s cock. Immediately Sean got rock hard. His much smaller dick poking out and almost touching his dad’s hairy leg. 
The two stood there for what seemed like ages. Sean swimming in his desire, fighting it at the same time, mortified his dad had seen him get hard. He had no idea what to do. 
Then Clint turned to his side, “go ahead. Shuffle past me.” Even turned to his side he still took up a considerable amount of the shower width being as thick as he was. 
Sean pressed himself against the wall and began to move past his dad. As he did, his cock rubbed against Clint’s leg, his face scrapped against his dad’s chest, and that bulge had definitely gotten bigger as Sean moved past his dad, the package rubbed across his tight stomach, catching and bouncing as he moved. He could of sworn he heard his dad moan the quietest moan. And then he was standing behind Clint. The big man had to bend over slightly to reach the controls, and when he did his furry ass cheeks parted. Sean saw his dad’s huge muscle bubble butt on full display, covered in a light dusting of dark hair. 
The shower came on and doused both of them in a shockingly cold burst of water from all directions, gradually warming. 
Clint turned to his side again, inviting Sean to step back into the shower. Sean again moved past his dad, this time taking his time as his cock drug across his dad’s quads. Clint had to be flexing them, they were so hard, Sean’s sensitive cock head felt every striation and cut in the muscle. His dad’s swelling cock pushed further into his stomach, he could clearly feel the huge head of the cock through the wet jockstrap, and he could see more of the base of the long veiny cock as it had grown and pushed the pouch out even further. His face still scrapping against his dad’s hairy chest, he could also swear his dad was flexing and swelling his chest, he felt his mouth graze across Clint’s hard thick nipples as he moved deeper into the shower. 
The moment that seemed to last forever passed. Clint turned and started to walk out of the shower, “just turn the center knob down to turn the water off.” He said as he left the bathroom. 
Sean leaned against the shower wall, absolutely in heat over his dad’s massive body, his thick cock, the flexing, the moaning, he knew he didn’t make that up in his head, it had happened, he was sure. 
He wanted to jerk off. His cock needed release, but he couldn’t. His head was too full of racing thoughts. He quickly washed and got out of the shower. He put on his underwear and shorts and then picked up the shirt his dad had gotten him. An XXXL red Golds Gym shirt. Sliding it over his head he noticed the elastic in the neck was stretch from Clint’s thick neck muscles. Putting his arms through the holes, he saw that both of them were torn and ripped along the biceps where it had been flexed through. The red fabric around the chest was stretched and worn around the edges where Clint’s heavy pecs had pushed the shirt to its limits many times. The shirt on total hanging down to his knees. 
Sean opened the door to the bathroom and walked towards the living room, as he rounded the corner into the living room, he expected to see his dad, but he heard the bathroom door shut quickly behind him. 
Sean settled on the couch. Completely unsure of what to do with himself. His thoughts still racing, he needed to silence them. He looked around for a remote to the large tv hanging on the wall. He turned it on and left it on whatever it was, some old movie he was sure. 
Remembering his dad’s offer he walked to the back porch and grabbed some beers. That would help quiet his mind. 
Sean downed the first beer quickly, feeling the effects on his body, he relaxed, lowered into the couch, and opened a second. 
He heard the bathroom door open, and another door close. 
A few minutes later, Clint emerged into the living room. He was wearing a stringer tank top, ripped completely down the sides, his wide chest sticking out of each side. His nipples still hard. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatshorts, hugging his large thighs, and a prominent full bulge in the front; however Sean noticed it was much reduced in swelling from when he rubbed against it in the shower. 
Scratching his stomach as he walked in, his hair still slightly wet from the shower, “what do you think we should have for dinner, son? I’m thinking some big steaks on the grill.” Clint smiled down at Sean, who sat on the couch completely covered in the huge shirt. 
“That sounds good, do you need any help?”
“I don’t need any help, but I could use the company.” 
The two made their way to the back porch, Clint grabbing the steaks and seasonings. 
Out back Clint started the grill and let it heat up. He sat down and Sean fought the urge to look at his huge dad relaxing in the chair. 
“So dad. I have to ask….”
Clint cut him off, “when did I get so big?” He eyed his son, watching for a reaction. Sean tried to hide his shock that Clint had guessed. “Well. Like I said yesterday. I started receiving testosterone injections to help with my low T. At the same time I started working out to help with that and depression. They offered me a new type of medication for low T, some kind of gene therapy mRNA thing I’m not really sure. The point was it was meant to spur my body to naturally create more testosterone so I wouldn’t need injections too often. But. The therapy worked a little too well. I had so much energy, I spent every spare minute running or working out or fixing up this house. Every day I just got bigger and bigger. My test levels remained at slightly above average for months, but the gene therapy had some side effects.” Clint paused and gauged Sean’s reaction, but Sean seemed stoic, taking in the story. “You see. Every muscle on my body got bigger, if you know what I mean,” Clint looked down at his bulge, “my balls got bigger, and I got worried about cancer or something. I went to the doctor and they told me that other genes had been affected. I was able to create more muscle. I was creating more HGH, more Insulin, more Cortisol, basically my body had converted into a muscle growth factory. The doctor recommended I workout as often as possible to keep up with hormone production to avoid any more side effects. So I kept working out and growing. Slowly I plateaued and my growth started to become more regular and normal. Hormones stabilized and that was a few months ago. But the habits of working out and shit stuck so now I’m just left with this huge body, the hornyness of a teenager, more body hair, and a desire to workout.”
Clint’s story seemed to end. 
“So. Are the side effects like hormones gone forever?” Sean asked. 
“They aren’t sure. It’s an experimental thing so I’m still being monitored for long term side effects. But for now I’m happy where I am.”
The grilled had reached temperature, and Clint placed the steaks on the rack.
“Having all my depression gone and all that energy really gave me time to focus on who I was as a person and to decide on how to repair my relationship with you. So I’m grateful for all of it.”
“Well, I know we’ve only been reconnected since yesterday. But I’m happy that you’re doing well and I’m excited that I finally have my dad back.”
Clint turned around from the grill and looked at Sean. 
“Say, would you be interested in starting to workout with me? I understand if not, but it’s something I’m clearly passionate about and I’d love to share it with you.” 
How could Sean turn down an offer like this. 
“Absolutely!”
“Are you staying the night again tonight?” Clint asked. 
“If that’s okay?” Sean said. 
“Well. Of course. I workout every morning for a few hours, you can join me tomorrow.”
Clint finished up the steaks, carefully cooking them to a perfectly tender medium rare, Sean was impressed by his fathers attention to detail in every aspect of his life. He was so put together now. 
His dad placed a steak on his plate and the two began to eat. In the back of Sean’s mind, it nagged at him. What must his dad think about him? They’ve only been around each other for like 36 hours and already he’s been caught staring, drooling, and getting a boner in front of his dad. He was loosing the fight hard at hiding it all from his dad. 
“How is it?” Clint asked, snapping Sean back to reality. 
“It’s really good. Perfectly medium rare. Thanks for cooking dad.” 
“No problem, son.” Clint paused. “Say. I wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable in the shower earlier. Living alone I usually walk around in my underwear and like I said nudity doesn’t bother me, but I didn’t think about how we’d have to rub against each other in the shower.”
“It’s okay dad, really. I do the same thing at my house.”
“By the way. Thanks for helping me plant the garden today.” 
“You’re welcome, dad. I’ve been wanting to spend more time outside and I’ve always wanted to try out gardening, I just never made the time for it.”
“I have an idea.” Clint said, finishing his steak and wiping his mouth, “what’s your favorite movie?”
“Umm. I’d have to say the Terminator movies.”
“Interesting.” Clint replied. 
“Why is it interesting?”
“Arnold was one of my inspirations while I was working out. We have very similar chest insertions so I took ideas from his chest workouts.” 
“If you don’t mind me saying, dad, I think your chest is bigger than his.”
Clint smiled, “of course I don’t mind. And thank you.” Clint inhaled and swelled his pecs up, pulling the stringer down so it was trapped between the two mountainous muscles, and then he bounced them. Slowly rolling and flexing the muscles, rolling them, each fiber of muscle pulsing with power, at full flex they were so puffed up they rubbed against the stubble on his chin. 
Sean shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his boner begging for attention. 
Clint seemed far away. Mesmerized by the size of his own huge chest. He continued to slowly flex his pecs, squeezing them together by brining his arms together, the deep chasm between them growing even deeper, the stringer straps sinking further into Clint’s flexed chest. 
Sean knew he had to say or do something before he came in his pants watching his dad flex his pecs. 
“What’s your favorite movie, dad?”
“What? Oh. Sorry. I got caught up didn’t I?”
“I don’t think so.” Sean said. “I just wanted to know your favorite movie too.”
“Well. Probably Stand Talk or the Rocky movies.”
“Why’d you ask my favorite movie, dad?”
“I want to keep getting to know you. So I was thinking we could watch your favorite movie tonight. Would you be okay with that?”
“For sure!” 
“Alright. I’ll clean up out here, do you think you can handle turning the movie on in the living room?”
“I think I can manage.”
The two separated. Clint cleaning up dinner, and Sean going into the living room. Where to sit was a decision. On one hand he could sit on the couch WITH his dad, or he could sit on the chair and be able to LOOK at his dad. He played the options in his head, deciding that it would be better to sit with him and not put himself in the situation where he gets caught staring…again. 
He turned on the tv and began to search for the movie. He heard his dad’s heavy footsteps approaching and he turned to see Clint standing at the threshold of the living room, arms crossed, smiling. 
“What?” Sean said smiling. 
“Nothing. You just look so small in my old shirt.”
“I mean. It’s an XXXL so yeah haha.” Sean flexed his scrawny biceps, the extra fabric of the stretched and ripped arm hold hanging loosely off his bicep. 
“It’s crazy that I outgrew that just last month.”
“Hey. I have an idea before we watch this movie. If you’re up for it?” 
“What’s that?” Sean replied. 
“I’m entering into a bodybuilding competition next month. I’d like to show you my posing routine, I know you may not know much about it, but I still think you’d give great feedback. If not we can just start the movie.” 
Sean saw the pride in his dad’s eyes. He knew how proud his dad was of his body, and he wanted to make his son proud, he wanted to show off his hard work. 
“Alright dad. I’d love to.”
“Great!” Clint said, almost leaping in the air, “I’ll go put on my posers and get the oil!”

Sean’s head was swimming. Why did he agree to that. He knew it would be entirely impossible to hide his lust from his dad. Fuck. He almost came in his pants watching him flex just his chest while wearing clothes. Now his dad was going to be covered in oil, in nothing but a tiny posing suit, flexing just in front of him. He was doomed. He’d let his dick win the thinking contest with his brain. 
Thundering down the hallway he could hear his dad returning. The big man walked in front of the couch and Sean nearly fainted. 
In front of him was his dad, holding a large bottle of body oil. He was completely nude, save for the tiniest bright yellow poser. The front of the poser looked as if his dad had stashed a honeydew melon inside, although Sean couldn’t make out any details, it was simply a large smooth bulge. The waistband sat just below his Adonis belt. 
“Well I didn’t realize that I’d already kind of outgrew this poser.” Clint admitted, “but it still kinda fits. Just a bit tight, and it fits more like a thong in the back. But it’ll work for tonight.”
“Here!” Clint said, excitedly handing Sean the bottle of oil. “Help me put this on. It’ll be like a real competition look.”
Oh no. Sean couldn’t do this. It was one thing to look at his dad, but touch him? There was no way he could do that. His rubbing his daddy’s huge muscles would cross a line that he wasn’t sure he could come back from. 
Sean took the oil. He fought within himself. Either crush his dad’s happiness right now, or risk losing everything when his dad saw him getting horny  for his muscles. 
He cracked open the bottle, and Clint turned around, “start with my back.”
Sean took in the sight of his dad’s wide back, the deep grooves in the muscles. Clint pulled his shoulder blades together, and then extending his lats out. So wide that alone they had to be larger than Sean’s wingspan. Sean dropped the oil onto the top of his dad’s shoulders, having to reach above his head and almost stand in his toes to reach the top of the large man’s back. The oil ran down, following along the lines of the flexed protruding back muscles. The oil continued down, hitting the waistband at the top of Clint’s globular ass. That ass was eating the thong like poser, the material completely embedded into his furry crack. 
Sean began to massage in the oil. Taking his time, not only appreciating his dad’s size and the feel of his huge muscles moving under his hands, but also willing his cock to not get hard. But that was a fight he was losing. 
Sean worked his way down to Clint’s legs. Each leg had to be bigger around than his waist. As he reached around to cover the full leg, Clint had to widen his stance so Sean could access where his big thighs rubbed together. As he parted his legs, Sean saw the heavy bulge hanging down like a forbidden fruit hanging from a tree. 
He continued down the legs, working the oil into Clint’s diamond shaped calves, his dad moving  his legs to flex and pose his calf muscle as Sean worked the oil. 
Still on his knees, he finished his dad’s backside, except one area. He had neglected oiling Clint’s bubble butt. 
“Uh. Son. You forgot to get my glutes.”
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to touch you there?”
“Of course. Someone will have to do it for every show I’m in. I have to be comfortable with it.”
Sean settled on his knees. Dripping oil onto his dad’s massive butt. He placed his hands onto one large cheek, and Clint flexed the huge muscle, turning it stone hard under Sean’s hands. He worked the other cheek. His cock ached in his shorts, he was thankful for the large shirt that covered up his small bulge. Sean moved his face close to his dad’s big ass, his lips inches from his dad’s hairy hole. 
Then Clint turned around. 
The speed at which he turned, Sean didn’t have time to move, and his dad’s massive bulge smacked him in the face. The heavy meat knocking him off balance and sending him to the floor.
“Oh shit!” Clint said reaching down and helping Sean back up to his knees. “Sorry son!”
“It’s okay dad.” Sean said, trying not to stare at the huge cock in front of him. But he saw it looked noticeably larger than when they had started. Was his dad getting hard?  “I guess I’m still learning how to wield this.” Clint said, gripping his bulge with one large hand, but the size of the package was too big to be contained even by his dad’s paw. He shook it a few times, the heavy yellow sack again seeming to swell with the attention. 
Sean quickly stood up. Unable to look any longer. 
He applied the oil to his dad’s pecs. Clint kept them relaxed throughout. The huge mass kneading under his small hands. It took both hands to partially cover one of Clint’s huge pecs. Sean worked the oil into the deep crevice between the pecs, his hand completely disappearing between the masses of muscle. Clint leaned forward, “don’t forget the top of my chest, my traps, and shoulders.”
Sean complied pressing his hands into the defined muscles. 
“Alright. Now my arms and we’re done. You know. Next time I’ll have to shave and get a pump in first so you can really see the size and definition.”
Clint lowered his flexed bicep. 
Sean practically drooled as he applied the oil. The head of Clint’s big Boulder hard biceps had a thick vein running across it. The biceps had to be the size of basketballs. Sean was in heaven. His cock twitched and jumped in his pants, the slightest breeze right now would send him over the edge. 
As he finished oiling his dad’s bicep he looked down. The heavy cock in the yellow poser was indeed swelling, it now pushed the waistband down and out, allowing Sean to once again see the thick base of Clint’s cock, big veins visible as blood pumped in his cock. Sean stepped back and took a quick breath. 
“Alright. Now sit down and watch.” Clint stepped back as Sean sat on the couch. Doing his best to hide his small bulge. 
Clint began. He first hit an immaculate double bicep pose. The peaks of the biceps rising up. He then moved into a most muscular pose, his pecs reddening with the blood flow to make them swell. The striations rippling and rolling. Clint’s big abs and the deep grooves between them causing them to pop. 
Clint turned to his side. Pulling back his arms into a side chest pose, showing off the incredible thickness of his watermelon sized pecs. His big hard nipples forced to point down to the ground by the weight of the muscle. Clint then flexed his tricep, the deep horseshoe shaped muscle exploding out. Clint turned around. Spreading his legs and then pinching his shoulder blades together, he set his arms on his hips, and he started to expand his lats. 
Then. He stopped. Clint’s arms fell to his side. His shoulders began to shake, and if he were incredibly upset. Clint sat down in the large leather chair adjacent to Sean. His head in his hands, a pillow now covering his lap. 
“Sean. I’m so sorry.”
Sean was so confused. “I don’t know what’s wrong dad?”
“I’ve been lying to you and using you, Sean. I’m just as terrible as I’ve always been. I’m so ashamed.” 
“Hey. Hey.” Sean got up and put his arm on Clint’s bronzed boulder shoulder. Clint quickly pulled away. 
“No son.”
“Dad. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I lied to you. I have been with someone since your mom. His name was Brent. He was about your age, a little taller, a little more muscle. I explored my sexuality as I discovered who I was without your mom. But along the way I discovered my type is men much smaller than me. I never intended for this to happen, but when you walked through the door that first day and I saw how handsome you were. It has to be the worst luck. I finally get my son back, and I find out that he’s the embodiment of all my strongest physical attractions.” Clint paused. Looking up at Sean to see if there’s a reaction. When he saw Sean also with his head in his hands, he continued. “I never meant for this to happen. I thought I could keep myself under control. In the shower. In the doorway when you left yesterday, just now with the oil and flexing. I was using you. I hoped you wouldn’t notice, but then I hit you in the face with my cock. I’m so disgusted with myself. I thought I could at least finish posing and then move on. But…I…I started to get more than a semi. Okay. I started to get hard. I’m so sorry son. 
Sean looked up. Taking in the view of his dad completely broken by this. He was embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted with himself. Sean only saw one way to truly help his dad right now. 
“I think it’s time I told you a secret dad.” 
This time. It was Clint’s turn to look up surprised. 
“You know I’m gay. And it’s funny really. Im exactly your type, and you’re exactly my type. The bigger and hairier the muscles, the more put together the man, the more irresistible they are. And you’re the largest, most out together man I’ve ever met. I’ve had the same sinful thoughts as you. Trying to keep them at bay so I didn’t ruin our relationship already. I’ve had a constant boner around you from the very second I walked into the house, and to be perfectly honest, I was so worked up oiling up your body that I have precum leaking from my underwear right now.”
Clint stared at his son. 
“So. You’re not mad or disgusted or upset with me?”
“No dad. And you’re not with me?”
“Of course not, Sean.” 
Sean moved over to his dad. Wedging his way onto Clint’s lap. Straddling bud dad’s thick thigh. Then he leaned in and hugged Clint. Feeling the oil from his hard body. 
In the hug, Clint reached one large hand up and felt in Sean’s pants for Sean’s hard cock. Gripping it, he could cover the whole thing with just one hand. 
“Daddy’s muscles get you this hard son?”
Sean came. Covering his dad’s hand with his load. 
Clint pulled his hand out, and licked the cum off his hand. Not breaking eye contact with Sean as he devoured the thick load on his hand. 
Sean sat. Mouth agape. Then he got bold. He gripped the pillow and ripped it from Clint’s lap. 
His dad’s cock was pushing the posing strap out so much that he could fit his hand onto the base of Clint’s cock. 
Sean looked at his dad, and Clint gave him a nod. Clint picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. 
“Let’s wash this oil off and head to bed, what do you say?” Clint offered. 
Sean was in ecstasy. But he didn’t need to say yes for Clint to know he was down. 
In the bathroom, Clint gently sat Sean down. He looked down over his huge chest at Sean. 
“Wanna see something hot?” Clint said, a grin creeping onto his face. 
Sean shook his head. 
“Play with daddy’s nipples.”
Sean reached up, spreading his arms wide to get at the nipples on either side of the vast expanse of his dad’s chest. Grabbing the nipples in his fingers he began to pinch and roll them. Clint moaned. 
“Tell me how big I am.” Clint said. 
“You’re massive dad. The biggest man I’ve ever seen. So thick. So wide. Your muscles are so hard. So big you hill out of all your clothes.”
“That’s it son. Keep going.” Clint’s eyes were closed. He was enjoying the hell out of this. 
Sean ramped up him assault on the big dark nipples. Using a full hand he groped at his dad’s pecs. 
“Alright son. I’m almost there. Get on your knees.”
Sean complied. He got down on his knees. He was no face to face with the huge bulge between his dad’s legs. The poor fabric was tortured trying to hold back the monster behind it. Sean was his dad’s cock twitching and swelling larger. Each pump of blood into the thick tube pushing the waistband lower, forcing the pouch to expand more and more. 
“Kiss it.” Clint said. 
Sean leaned forward. His face right next to the huge package. He gently kissed the expanse, and then licked it. 
“Ughhhfff!” Clint moaned. Just then Sean hard a *snap* *pop* *snap* and Clint’s posers fell to the ground, his king sized cock hulking out of them. The cock swayed out in front of Clint, the big man looked down at his son, and gently swung his hips so his large cock smacked against Sean’s face. Sean looked up at his dad, from his point of view all he could see was the impossibly thick, long, hard, veiny daddy dick completely dominating his view, and slightly in the field of his vision as he looked up was Clint’s chest, heaving with deep breaths. 
“What do you think son?” Clint said, peering down at Sean again. 
Sean sat on his knees. Staring at Clint’s dick. “It’s so fucking big, holy shit.”
“Go head. Touch it.” 
Sean reached forward, his hands not able to reach around the full girth of Clint’s cock. It was hard and hot to the touch. Sean’s small hands were dwarfed by the thick muscle, covering barely half of his dad’s cock. As Sean grabbed the dick, a stream of precum started to leak from the large mushroom head of the cock, running dripping and pooling on the bathroom floor. 
“Let’s get in the shower and get this oil washed of, what do you say?” Clint winked at Sean as he turned and walked towards the shower. 
Sean couldn’t move from the floor. What the fuck was he doing? What was happening? He needed to leave, this was so wrong. Sean stood up and followed his dad into the shower, unable to resist the temptation of the bulging muscles and big daddy dick waiting for him. 
Clint turned on the shower, a warm drizzle sprayed from every direction. 
Clint grabbed the soap and handed it to Sean, “here. You put this oil on me, you can wash it off.”
Clint turned around again, exposing his backside to Sean. 
Lathering up the washcloth he smelled the aroma of his dad’s body wash, it was such a strong manly scent that Sean knew mixed perfectly with his dad’s natural musk. 
He began to rub the body wash on the huge back, painting it on like an artist to a canvas, feeling the muscles ripple and flow under his hand as he moved back and forth, from lat to lat. 
The soap was running down Clint’s back and was being funneled directly into his asscrack. Sean got down on his knees and started to clean the oil off his dad’s ass. The deep dimples turning rock hard as Clint flexed his glutes. He alternated flexing them, left, right, left, right, Sean smiling as he grabbed handfuls of hairy ass in his hands, only to have it removed when it turned to granite under Clint’s command. Clint had already spread his legs to have a wide, steady, stance, but then he leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall in front of him, arching his back, and placing his ass on full view for Sean. 
Clint didn’t provide any instruction or command, he didn’t need to. Sean leaned forward and slid his hand down the deep, deep crack. His whole hand almost fit between the cheeks before the reached paradise. Clint’s hole. Using both hands, Sean tried to pull the huge cheeks apart, but he couldn’t seem to get them with enough to gain access to the prize. The large muscles too thick and wet for Sean to hope to control them, “what’s wrong son? Too much man for you to handle?” 
At once Clint stood up and turned around. His cock somehow even more erect than before, the huge organ sticking straight out, and with a slight curve upwards. 
Sean couldn’t make eye contact with his dad. His internal struggle between his biggest muscle slut size queen dreams on full display in front of him, but it had to be his dad. 
Clint squatted down, now eye level with Sean. No words were exchanged, they simply locked eyes. Clint then flexed his left bicep, and looked over at it, nodding his head slightly. He pumped it a few time, and Sean began to wash the oil off of the massive gun in front of him. Unable to help himself, he leaned in and kissed the huge head of the bicep, his cock jerking as his lips made contact with the skin covering the iron hard muscle. Then he moved to the right arm. This time Clint flexed the tricep, allowing Sean to see the huge arm muscle that made them so large in the first place. 
Finally. After working from arm to arm and cleaning Clint’s traps and shoulders, Sean stared at his dad’s pecs. Impossibly huge. Sean cupped one with both hands, barely covering the dense muscle. It was heavy, as he tried to squeeze the pec, he felt just how much muscle was in each slab making up his dad’s barreled chest. 
Clint began to bounce his pecs, Sean again smiling as the muscles jumped in his hands, Alice with power. They went from dense and heavy to hard as bricks in an instant. Sean dropped the washcloth and moved his hands to the large nipples on either side of Clint’s chest. 
Moving two fingers in a circular motion, he teased his dad’s big nipples, willing them to get hard in his fingers. Clint’s nipples were hard wired to his cock, which was jumping wildly between Sean’s legs. The big cock swinging back and forth as Clint accepted the pleasure of muscle worship from his son. His heavy dick slapping against Sean’s tiny legs with wet smacks and slaps. 
In turn, Clint lowered himself even further, bringing his chest to Sean’s waiting cock. 
What was he doing? Did Sean need to move? 
Then Clint reached around Sean with his huge wingspan and engulfed the boy in a sort of hug. Sean’s cock plunging between his dad’s wet slippery pecs. Sean felt his cock sink deeper and deeper between the big muscles and Clint bounced them. Unfortunately it didn’t last long because the feeling of his dad’s hairy flexing muscles chest was too much and Sean came. His cock pumping his load in between his dad’s pecs. 
Clint pulled back and looked down, his son’s cum dripping in his thick cleavage. 
“Clean dads up, won’t you?”
And he rose again, his chest again eye level with Sean. 
“I’m a little too short.” Sean said, confused why his dad had stood up. But then he felt it. Thick and long between his legs. Throbbing. 
“Let me help you.” And Clint lifted Sean off the ground. Sean’s body trapped between his dad’s large cock and his dad’s rock hard physique. His face staring directly into the cum soaked hair of Clint’s chest, Clint put his arms behind Sean’s head and pulled him in. Sean began to lick and tongue the deep striations in between his dad’s pecs, working to remove all of his cum from Clint. Sean felt his dad’s cock pulsing and twitching as it rode up his back. 
As he finished he looked up at Clint, who sat Sean back down. Turned around and turned off the water. 
“Okay. Let’s dry off and get the fuck to bed.”
The two dried off quickly and poorly, both too excited to get down the hallway. Clint picked up Sean and carried him over his shoulder to the bedroom like he was a sack of flour. Sean’s view down his dad’s front from this angle was just sPECtacular. The hairy tits, the thick thighs, the bobbing cock. It was like before, but better. 
Clint threw Sean on the bed, and stood at the edge, hands in his hips in a signature dominant pose. 
“I have one more thing to tell you son.”
“What’s that, dad?”
“I HATE to jerk off or cum anywhere that isn’t a tight warm hole. I haven’t came in weeks, waiting for a nice hole to come around. Are you going to be a good boy and let daddy fill up your hole?”
Sean gulped, he’d only ever had toys inside himself. There was no way his dad’s monster cock could fit inside him without breaking him in half. 
“I. I don’t know dad. It’s so big.”
Clint took a step forward, towering and looming over Sean. He grabbed his cock with one hand, flexed a huge bicep with the other, and began to smack the huge head of his cock against Sean’s tight wet hole. “Oh yeah. Daddy’s fucking huge. God son I have such a big load for you.”
“Please let me worship your cock more!” Sean pleaded. 
“Alright. But don’t think I’m going to neglect that hole.”
Clint laid down on his back on the bed. He grabbed Sean by the waist and lifted him in the air. 
“Damn son. You’re so light.” Clint began to press Sean up and down like he was benching. Sean reached down, feeling his dad’s strong arms, hard chest, thick forearms as Clint pushed out rep after rep. 
“You’re so strong.” Sean whimpered out. 
“Yeah. You like these big muscles?” Clint teased. Lowering Sean down one last time, he sat his son down on his chest, Sean’s ass facing Clint’s face. 
“Worship that cock son. I’m going to work your right little hole.” 
Sean fell forward. His dad’s hard stomach catching him, the huge cock rising in front of him. 
Grabbing it with both hands, he held his father cock in front of him. 
Clint gripped each of Sean’s asscheeks, one in each large hand. His dad’s hands were hard and calloused from years of working out and doing manual labor. He pulled Sean’s ass open and dove his face in. Clint’s stubble rubbing against his bare ass. Then, his dad’s big tongue rimming his hole. 
Sean looked his dad’s cock head on. The head flaring wildly, a steady stream of precum coming out. 
Sean lost one final fight in his mind. Every predisposition he’d held, the memories of his dad, the apprehension because it was his dad. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He wanted this cock so fucking bad. 
He leaned forward and with his tongue, he licked from the base, up, and up, and up his dads rigid cock. At the top, he tasted the pre. Stretching his mouth as far as he could, he inhaled the head of his dad’s monster cock. 
Clint moaned into his Son’s ass as his huge sensitive dick was assaulted my the warm embrace of Sean’s tight warm throat. The cock swelled in Sean’s hands and mouth as his dad got even more turned on, the girth swelling in his hands, the tip expanding in his mouth. 
Sean worked his hands up and down the length of Clint’s cock, his tongue working over every inch he could reach. 
Clint upped his game, he inserted one large, thick finger into Sean. Sean moaned on his dads dick, relaxing his hips. As he did, his cock sank again between his dad’s huge pecs. The embrace of his dad’s thick hairy chest encasing Sean’s small cock was heaven. Clint bounced his pecs as he worked his son’s hole with one hand, and smacked it with the other. “Fuck. Boy liked his daddy’s tits doesn’t he?”
Sean couldn’t take the huge cock out of his mouth, he simply sucked harder in response. Spit and excess precum ran down Clint’s throbbing meat as his son worked at a feverish pace. 
Clint inserted another finger. Then three. Spreading open Sean’s virgin hole. Sean was in ecstasy, operating in animal instinct as he devoured the huge cock before him. 
Finally, Clint slowly pulled his fingers from Sean’s hole. “I think you’re ready son.” 
Sean looked back at his dad. The squares jawline and massive muscles pulling him in. Sean crawled up Clint’s huge body, and kissed him. Clint’s big tongue forcing its way into his mouth, the big man wrapping his arms around his son and pulling him right into his big body. 
Clint’s cock poked at Sean’s stretched hole, begging, threatening to stretch it further. 
Clint pushed Sean away, “one more thing before I fuck you.”
Sean looked at his dad with anticipation. 
“Worship daddy’s balls.” 
Sean nearly came. The sentence so absolute and commanding, so taboo, so fucking hot. 
He lowered himself to Clint’s huge nuts. They each had to be the size of kiwis, and equally as fuzzy. He licked and sucked on balls so large he could only worship one at a time, the thought not lost that he was feasting on had created him. 
When they were sufficiently wet, Clint’s cock was overflowing with precum, and Sean’s hole was prepped, Clint made the executive decision he couldn’t wait much longer. 
With a quickness that should be impossible for a man his size, Clint flipped Sean onto his back underneath him. Placing Sean’s legs a top his shoulders, and bringing his hairy gorilla arms down on either side of Sean. 
“Tell me you want it.” Clint growled. 
Sean bucked his hips, rubbing his hole along the length of his dad’s cock. 
“I want it dad.”
“Tell me what you want.” 
“I want your huge daddy dick. I want all that muscle to fuck me.”
“Mmm. You’re so fucking hot son. I’m going to take good care of you.” 
Clint poked his cockhead at Sean’s tight sphincter. 
“Relax son. You’ve gotta really want it.”
Sean relented, wanting nothing more than to be his fathers fuck toy. 
Clint’s huge cockhead slid inside. Clint threw his head back in pleasure as he began to fuck his son. 

[dredlifter]

Holy moly.  Ok I only got about 3/4 of the way through.  Saving the rest for later, haha.  Love it.  Love the slow burn.  The semi-plausible growth mechanism.  How it's fun and kind-hearted story.  

I had to stop when the dad suggested showing his son his posing routine, lol.  Saving the ending for later, I can't wait to finish.  

I certainly hope the dad is still growing.  One suggestion, how about some basic stats for Clint.  You gave us Sean's age, height and weight, how about Clint's?  Or at least his height?  Or at least his height before he started growing...and then confirming if he in fact got taller or not??  And I apologize if this is detailed toward the end of the story posted so far.  Like I said, it was too good I have to break up my reading of it in parts

[LifterD]

4 hours ago, dredlifter said:

Holy moly.  Ok I only got about 3/4 of the way through.  Saving the rest for later, haha.  Love it.  Love the slow burn.  The semi-plausible growth mechanism.  How it's fun and kind-hearted story.  

I had to stop when the dad suggested showing his son his posing routine, lol.  Saving the ending for later, I can't wait to finish.  

I certainly hope the dad is still growing.  One suggestion, how about some basic stats for Clint.  You gave us Sean's age, height and weight, how about Clint's?  Or at least his height?  Or at least his height before he started growing...and then confirming if he in fact got taller or not??  And I apologize if this is detailed toward the end of the story posted so far.  Like I said, it was too good I have to break up my reading of it in parts

Dude me too! This story is right up my alley! The slow burn, the tension. Wow!

[flamedelft]

On 5/24/2023 at 7:15 AM, dredlifter said:

Holy moly.  Ok I only got about 3/4 of the way through.  Saving the rest for later, haha.  Love it.  Love the slow burn.  The semi-plausible growth mechanism.  How it's fun and kind-hearted story.

I certainly hope the dad is still growing.  One suggestion, how about some basic stats for Clint.  You gave us Sean's age, height and weight, how about Clint's?  Or at least his height?  Or at least his height before he started growing...and then confirming if he in fact got taller or not??

"Holy moly" is right. Amazing work @Throwaway0282639!

@dredlifter, using giantdimensions, with Sean's height being 5'8" and at the start he was described that looking straight ahead he was looking at the bottom of dad's pecs it looks like Clint is around 7'3".  

If that changed and dad grew more in the first few days, I for one would not be complaining... 

I hope there's more to come!

[Lutz]

I love this very much

[TonnyGiant]

[Throwaway0282639]

Part 3

“Holy FUCK that’s tight!” Clint boomed as he waited for Sean’s hole to adjust to the size of his massive intruder. Sean was doing his best to relax, but his hole was on fire. 
“Just relax son.” Clint said, attempting to soothe Sean. 
Slowly, he pushed in another inch, and then another. Sean took a gasping breath, and but his hands on his dad’s powerful thighs, pushing him back. 
“Dad…you’re…ughhh…too big.”
Clint leaned forward, his powerful arms still on either side of Sean, his cock frozen in place, and he whispered him Sean’s ear. “Can I fuck you with just the first few inches? Come on. You know you want his huge load inside you. 
That was true. Sean wanted nothing more than to be covered and filled by Clint’s load. 
“Okay. But no more than what’s inside me now.”
“Promise.” Clint said as he got back up. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, only leaving in the head, then sank in a few inches, he did this a few times testing the length and Sean’s response. Then he began to move faster. 
Sean couldn’t help it. He was whimpering and moaning in pleasure and in pain. His cock bounced as his dad’s rock hard dick penetrated him. 
Sean couldn’t take it much longer. The feeling of his dad inside him. Looking up at his powerful flexing muscles as he fucked him with perfect precision. Clint’s pecs flexed, his biceps swollen. 
Sean came. Ropes of cum streaking up his stomach. 
“Oh fuck yeah. That made your hole so fucking tight. I’m gunna cum son. Are you ready?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Tell me what you want son.”
“I want your load.”
“Where do you want it.”
“Inside me sir. Please. Fill me up with that daddy load.”
Clint threw his head back and pushed his cock in as far as Sean allowed. 
The head, impossibly, got even larger, and Clint began to pump his load inside of Sean. Shot after shot of cum landing inside his son, Clint didn’t seem to stop. He began to rock his hips back and forth, urging his cock to keep pumping Sean full. 
“Fuckkkkk dad. Oh my god. So much cum.” 
Clint was creating deep, vibrating, gutteral, animal noises as his orgasm slowed. 
He pulled his cock out of Sean’s hole with a wet, loud, *pop*, his cock still jerking and twitching sending out ropes of cum all over Sean’s hole. A thick creamy load covered the tip of his dad’s cock and every space in between. 
Clint grabbed his cock and ran it up and down Sean’s creamy crack, the wet noise causing him to smile. 
“That was one hell of a first load son!” 
Sean looked in confusion, “first load?”
“Sean. Be fucking for real. Look at me!” With that Clint flexed one large bicep, his cock responding in kind by burping out another shot of cum. “I usually need to cum 4-5 times before my cock relaxes.” Clint studied Sean, “what’s the matter son? Is this it what you wanted?”
Sean sat up, his poor gaped hole still leaking with copious amounts of cum. “It’s exactly what I’ve always wanted, and more. I just can’t believe it’s happening. And with every passing minute somehow you just keep getting more….more….”
“More fucking hot?” Clint said, a devilish smile creeping onto his face and a wink sealing the deal. 
“Yeah.” Sean let out with a sigh. 
“Tell you what. Why don’t we hold off on more ass fuckin for a little and focus more on your worshiping your daddy’s big strong muscles and this big ol’ cock that still needs to be drained?”
Sean’s eyes lit up. His dad had listened to him. “Please.” He said, and Clint pulled him into a hug. 
“Alright. Then next position is going to be throat fucking.” With that Clint grabbed Sean and pulled himself up so that his ass was sitting on Sean’s chest. He slowly lowered himself down, careful to not put his full weight on Sean, but also putting just enough pressure so that Sean couldn’t move and he could feel the power. 
Clint gripped his cock in his hand, and smacked Sean across the face. The thick sticky cum splattering on his lips. 
“God. Look how big my dick is compared to your cute little face.” 
From his point of view, Sean could only see the girth of Clint’s big dick, and past that, his enormous shelf like pecs. 
Sean stuck out his tongue as his dad smacked him more with his heavy cock. 
Clint scooted forward, holding his big balls over Sean’s waiting mouth. 
“Look at that pretty little mouth.” Clint licked his lips, “I think daddy’s balls need some attention.”
Sean’s mouth watered, he was drooling as his dad lowered his fuzzy balls into his mouth. 
Leans lapped his tongue over Clint’s balls, only able to handle one at a time to to their size, swollen with another massive load waiting to be released. 
“That’s right son. Worship your fathers big bull balls.”
Sean SUCKED and lathered his dad’s balls, the salty taste of fresh sweat filling his mouth, the smell of Clint’s manly crotch filling his nose and sending him into pleasure. 
Using his free hand, Clint reached back and gripped Sean’s stiff cock. Sean moaned with his dad’s big balls in his mouth, the vibrations turning Clint on even more. 
Pulling his balls out of Sean’s mouth, Clint moved back, positioning the tip of his cock right at his son’s lips. 
“Let’s see how much of daddy’s cock you can swallow boy.” 
Pushing with force, Clint shoved the thick head of his cock into Sean’s mouth. Sean had one talent here he could flex, he possessed no gag reflex. 
Clint pushed further and further, Sean’s lips stretching at accommodate the thickness of his dad’s meat. 
Slowly Clint pushed more and more cock into Sean, Sean breathed through his nose, determined to impress his dad. 
Clint moaned and bucked his hips. Starting to get a rhythm as he felt his balls scrape against Sean’s strong chin. Using his strength, Clint held his big body up and moved rhythmically in and out of Sean’s mouth. He’d pull out until he felt his cockhead touch Sean’s warm moist lips, then he’d shove it back in until he felt Sean’s nose diving into his pubes. 
Sean gasped and slobbered and but never once did he release his dad from his mouth. Sean reached and grabbed his dad’s huge muscle ass that was planted firmly on his chest and began to try and work his fingers into the crack. Earlier he couldn’t get it, but now he was determined to fine his dad’s hairy hole. Swallowing cock and using every last bit of consciousness he had left, Sean worked at sliding his hand deeper and deeper into the furry muscled ass. Finally, he felt it. The tight pucker of Clint’s man hole. With one finger Sean worked his way into Clint’s ass. 
“Awe fuck. Son. You’re getting me close.” His breathing picked up. His chest heaving, cock swelling. 
Sean inserted another finger and went deeper. 
“Fuck boy. Fuck. I’m gunna cum.” Sean shoved a third finger inside Clint, forcing his hand as deep as it would go, at the same time lifting his head as much as he could, feeling his dad’s cock shove deep into his throat. 
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Clint yelled as he shoved his hips forward pulling his ass away from Sean’s hand, and unloading his thick wads of cum deep inside Sean. As his cock pumped cum Clint slowly pulled his cock out of his sons mouth, thick jizz coating ever surface inside Sean on its way. Popping the head out while he was still cumming his cock rocked and jerked as Clint sprayed Sean’s face with his load. 
“Yeah son. Take daddy’s fucking load. Fuck!”
Sean stuck out his tongue licking Clint’s still leaking cock. 
Clint began to jerk his dick, forcing more cum out of his length, “damn you look so good covered in your dad’s cum.” 
“Well there’s plenty of it.” Sean said, licking the final drops off of Clint’s cock. 
Smacking Sean’s tongue with the head of his cock, the sound of a wet and heavy *thwack* *thwack* *thwack* filling the room. “There’s still more where that came from boy.” Clint slid his huge body down Sean’s torso, planting his large firm ass on top of Sean’s cock. The deep crack completely enveloping Sean’s dick as Clint grinded back and forth, the hairy hole teasing his son’s cock. 
“You ready to see if you can handle fucking a real man?”
Sean’s mind went blank. For a moment it seemed he levitated above their bodies looking down, his dad’s huge figure completely covering his own. Sean’s cock rubbing between his dad’s bare ass cheeks, Clint’s own monster cock grinding in the tight space between Sean’s tight torso, and Clint’s rock hard body. “Well?” Clint said, pulled Sean back to reality, “you wanna fuck your daddy?”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh you’re going to love this.” Clint said, applying his cocky smile and rolling off top of Sean. Clint got down on the floor on all fours.  
“Good thing out already stretched my hole a little.” Clint said looking back over his shoulder and winking to Sean. “Come on don’t be shy.” And Clint smacked his huge ass, the relaxed muscles bouncing and shaking with the force of the heavy hand. 
Sean squared his body behind Clint’s, his own cock wet and covered in cum and spit. He lined up his cock and prepared to insert. 
“Wait!” Clint said suddenly, “I have an idea. Go. Ahead and put it in. But then freeze.” Sean obeyed. Slowly poking his small cock in between his dad’s massive ass, the depth and thickness of Clint’s ass swallowing Sean’s crotch. Clint helped by pulling his cheeks apart, allowing Sean access to the hairy hole deep within. 
Once Sean had pushed in as far as he could before his pelvis made contact with Clint’s rock hard glutes, he froze, just as instructed. 
“Are you ready for this?” Clint said, looking over his shoulder again at Sean. Sean tried to imagine what was about to happen, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Clint arched his back, extended back his legs, lifted his upper body off the floor with his arms. Sean realized he was laying on Clint’s back, cock still inside his dad, and Clint was in a push up position. 
“Let’s make this interesting son. You fuck me while I do push-ups. If you can fuck me for longer than I can keep going, you win. But if you cum before I’m done doing push-ups, I win.”
“I’m about to cum right now dad. This is hardly fair.”
“You can do it. And even if you can’t, you get to fuck me, cum in me, and worship my muscles as I pump them up. I don’t see how you can lose.”
Sean reached his arms around Clint’s big body. Around his outspread lats, and to his chest. Sean couldn’t reach all the way around his dads big body, but he could go far enough to hold on to each pec, and to reach Clint’s big sensation nipples. Sean gave them a tug, and Clint responded with his hole twitching, gripping Sean’s cock with force. 
Sean moaned and Clint slowly began to descend into his first push-up. As he lowered his body his ass tightened around Sean’s cock, trapping it inside his body, Sean’s hands got further apart as Clint’s back and chest extended in the push-up. Sean held on, squeezing his dad’s huge chest as he concentrated on not cumming just yet. At the bottom of the push-up, Clint held position, flexing his ass once more, sending waves of pleasure through Sean, causing the smaller man to moan again. “Oh this is going to be fun.” Clint said, and he began to raise his body back up. 
 

[dredlifter]

17 hours ago, flamedelft said:

@dredlifter, using giantdimensions, with Sean's height being 5'8" and at the start he was described that looking straight ahead he was looking at the bottom of dad's pecs it looks like Clint is around 7'3".  

I don't think he's anywhere near that tall.  Muscular men often seem taller than they really are and part of it is because their chests stick out so much.  You feel like you are looking directly at a tall muscular man's chest because they are so broad and thick that their head is further back than you think.  If that makes sense.

In this story I picture Clint being 6'4.  Very tall but not absurdly so. 

But it does bring up a good point, that I really wish some indication of height were given (in this story and others) as it does have a big affect on our perceptions of the characters. 

 

Still loving the story!  Some really fun and creative muscle sex going on and I'm for it!