The Changed Man

[W0lven]

Holy hell that's hot

I wonder how much Clint will produce next time.. And if edging will have an impact on his physique

 

[OldFashioned]

So hot

[Lutz]

Will this continue?

[Throwaway0282639]

3 hours ago, Lutz said:

Will this continue?

Absolutely! Just been busy. 

[Lutz]

4 hours ago, Throwaway0282639 said:

Absolutely! Just been busy. 

No pressure. Just for information. 

[Throwaway0282639]

Part 6

Sean got home. Stripped off his clothes and laid in bed. His head spun as he recalled the events from the past couple of days. How had it gone so far, so fast? More importantly, how was it real. How had he worshipped his FATHERS muscles and cock? It was his ultimate fantasy, but to do it with his own dad? 
No, Sean thought to himself, you now have everything you’ve ever truly wanted. Don’t overthink it, don’t over analyze it, just enjoy it. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered what surprise Clint had had shipped to his home. 

Waking in the working, Sean felt a sudden sense of loss. It had only happened twice, but he missed the way his dad held him, waking up feeling safe and protected. He resumed it usual mundane routine, but the quiet thought in the back of his mind already counting down the hours until Friday when he got to see his dad again. As he was gathering his things to walk out the door, his phone buzzed, odd, clients and colleagues knew not to message him this early in the morning. 
It was a text message from Clint, with a picture waiting to download. 
*just a little something so you don’t forget me* the text read. Sean clicked on the image. His legs went weak when he saw it. It looked to be an older picture, maybe a few months old, Clint was smaller in it, and less hairy, but still an absolute beast. He was wearing a bright red posing suit, the bulge in the front looking obscene as ever. Clint looked almost competition ready in the picture, a deep tan over his body, veins and striations abound over his expanse, a slight shimmer of sweat gleaming on his body under the harsh white light he was under. In the photo, Clint had one foot forward towards the camera, leaning forward into a most muscular pose. His wide shoulders dominating the width of the picture. Clint face was amusing as well, as he winked at the camera and stuck out his long tongue. 
Sean had to sit down as he heat over took his body. Less than 12 hours away and he was craving to be smashed between Clint’s rock hard pecs again. He texted his dad back, *eh. I’ve seen bigger.*
If he was going to play the role of teasing his dad into doing horny shit, he needed to commit. In his head Sean envisioned Clint growing in size just to prove him wrong and drive the fantasy home for both of them. 
He left for work. Knowing if he say there any longer he’d jerk off already and be late for work. 

Sean went through his day on autopilot. Honestly he couldn’t recall a single thing that he did, He’d have to work on that, he couldn’t go all week at bare minimum. 
When he got home he noticed a package in front of his door. 
Sean picked up the heavy package and headed inside. 
Setting the package down he called his dad before he opened it. 
Clint picked up on the first ring. 
“Hi Sean. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah dad, I just got your package and wanted to open it with you on the phone.”
“Oh hell yeah. Go ahead. Open it!”
Sean grabbed a knife and slid it under the packing tape. Lifting the cardboard it was a plain black package covered in a thin shiny plastic. 
Sean lifted the black box from the cardboard box. “This box is kind of heavy sad.” Sean said, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he pulled the package out. 
“No offense son. But I think you’re just small.” Clint laughed, very clearly joking. 
“Leave me alone!” Sean joked back, “what the hell did you order?”
“Hurry up and open the box, I can’t wait for you to see it.”
Sean tore the thin plastic film off the box and pulled the lid off of the long black box. 
Inside there was a folded layer of black tissue paper. Pulling back the layer of tissue paper he gasped. 
“Yeah?” Clint growled into the phone. 
Inside the box, under the tissue paper, was an assortment of toys. Butt plugs, dildos, poppers, lube, cock rings. 
“What is all this stuff for?” Sean said, knowing, but wanting to hear his dad’s deep gruff voice admit it. 
“Well. I figured you had such a hard time taking my cock you could use some…practice.”
Sean sorted through the items in the box. The dildos ranged in length from around 4 inches, similar to Sean’s own cock, to around 10 inches. The butt plugs ranging in thickness from Sean’s pinky to about to thickness of his forearm. The cock rings looked durable and thick. 
“This is nice dad but…” Sean paused, “none of these dildos are as long as your dick, and none of these things are as thick as it.”
Clint chuckled again, “well these will help you prepare. I still want you to be surprised when you take the whole thick thing in your ass.”
“So. I’ll use these all week to prepare and then…” Clint cut Sean off.
“And then Friday night you’ll feel my big balls smacking against your tight little ass.”
“I can hear that the edging is already getting to you, pops.” 
Sean could feel his dad blushing through the phone, “sorry son, was that too much?”
“No dad. I love it when you get all horny like that.”
“Good. Let me know how those toys treat you. I have to get off here now, I’m heading to the gym. Have fun, and I’ll see you Friday.”
“Alright. Love you dad.”
“Love you too son.”
And they hung up the phone. Sean spent some time further examining the things in the box. They were made from a variety of materials. The dildos and some of the plugs made from a thick silicone, others made from a heavy, cold, metal. There were a few different sample bottles of lube, some with the heating and cooling, water based, and a few sample bottles of “sensual massage oil”. 
Sean’s thoughts raced, and they returned to the picture his dad has sent this morning. It felt like time for some sexy payback. 
Sean selected one of the smaller butt plugs, one of the bottles of regular lube, and went to his bedroom. Taking off his clothes quickly, Sean grabbed his phone and toys and climbed in his bed. 
Sean slowly worked one finger into his hole. He could swear he still felt a slight sticky mess left inside him from his dad’s massive load the day before. 
Coving the smaller plug with a coat of lube, Sean worked it into his ass, finding it slide in surprisingly easy. The feeling of something in his ass spurred his cock to get hard. 
Setting up his phone, he took a picture. Legs behind his head, ass up in full view, with the plug end sticking out, and pushing his little cock forward to show it’s hardness off to the camera. Sean leaned his head over and winked at the camera as the picture snapped. Surveying the picture, Sean decided it was the perfect amount of raunchy and teasing that he was going for, and he sent it to his dad with the caption, *can’t wait to have my hole stretched for you*. 
Sitting back in his bed, proud of himself for finding the courage to continue teasing his dad, Sean began to play with the butt plug, he quickly decided to move up to a larger size, and selected one about medium length and girth. His hold already wet, and slightly stretched, he began to work the silicon tube into his hole. He was about halfway in when his phone vibrated. Sean quickly dropped everything and checked the message. Unbelievably it was just some guy from work trying to make plans with him. Slightly frustrated Sean tossed his phone across the bed, when it vibrated again. 
He reached and checked the phone and this was the one he’d been waiting for. 
*1 New Message, Clint/Dad*
Unable to contain his excitement for what his dad had replied with Sean hurriedly opened the message. 
He read the caption first *it’s all for you, boy*
And then he opened the picture. 
Clint had been holding his phone above his chest, the camera looking down his body. At the top of the photo we’re two huge furry mounds of Clint’s pecs, below that in their shadow was his long, hairy torso, his and becoming more defined. But the star of the photo, was encased in a pair of regular grey boxer briefs. The thick extravagant cock hard in the pouch, stretching it so that the pocket slit in the front of the briefs was spread open, showing just a bit of the thick veiny cock beneath. The shaft ran down the right leg hole of the underwear, being pushed forward by the incredible amount of thigh muscle shoved into the fabric. Then, peaking out at the bottom of the leg, was the engorged, thick, mushroom head of Clint’s cock. It looked red and angry as it flared huge in the picture. A stream of precum leaking from the tip down onto the big quad below. Sean could also see a hint of the balls pushed into the pouch as they were pushed to left left side of the briefs, creating two large softball sized spheres in the underwear. 
Sean had to lock his phone and go take a cold shower. He couldn’t look at it any longer or he’d cum. Was this going to be his whole week, fighting to not cum at every interaction he had with his dad? Maybe, considering every time they interacted it seemed to have to be sexual like some proverse dream. 
The cold shower cooled him down, he focused. Four more days and he could feel those muscles again, it was his idea to do this while waiting game after all, he just hadn’t realized how punishing it would be for him as well. 
Sean took a pill to help him sleep, and quickly dozed off, dreaming that night about Clint, holding him, protecting him, securely wrapped by his burly body. 

Sean woke the next morning with a start. Fuck, he thought, I overslept. Quickly showering and dressing he didn’t have a moment to check his phone before he left for work. 
Another long day on autopilot, running though his tasks as best he could, working to focus on the papers before him. He found himself grounded, more present. 
He sped through work after that, able to focus on tasks, and able to finally put thoughts of his dad on the back burner. 
Sean drove home, he decided to stop in at his favorite take-out place on the way home. A little Thai restaurant a few blocks from his place. Sean got out of his car, and walked inside. The smell of fresh food hit him immediately. He hasn’t realized how hungry he was. He waited patiently at the counter, hearing commotion in the back, but not seeing any staff. 
Sean waited a bit more, and then, appearing in the doorframe to the kitchen was a very large man. His straight black hair heavy with sweat, his white T-shirt soaked as well, leaving little to the imagination as his muscular body struggled to stay inside the fabric. His dark nipples, and deep cut abs visible through the shirt. The man looked at Sean apologetically. 
“I’m so sorry!” He said quickly, “I’m helping my parents out here tonight and they left me alone. I’m trying to get everything finished. It will be just a moment.” His eyes pleading with Sean for compassion and understanding. Now. Sean would have been polite regardless, but this bronze statue of a man was making it too easy for him to be agreeable. 
“Of course. It’s no problem. I can go someplace else or come back later if that would be easier for you? If not I don’t mind waiting.”
“Stay. I’ll be right with you!” And the man disappeared back into the kitchen. His strong sharp jawline and high cheekbones leaving a heavy impression on Sean. 
Sitting down to wait, Sean pulled out his phone. He saw he had a missed message from Clint, with an image attached. He knew better than to open that in public. 
The sound of heavy pans falling in the back snapped Sean back as he heard a heavy *thud*. Sean stood and looked in the doorway, trying to make sure everything was okay. 
He saw the long black pant legs perpendicular to the ground and rushed into the kitchen. Sean ran over to the man as he lay on the floor.
“Hey.” “Hey!” Sean called getting alongside the wounded stranger. “Are you okay?”
The man opened his eyes and winced. 
“My pride and ego are a bit bruised. But I’ll be fine.” He admitted. Sean look a moment to look at the name tag pinned to his shirt on his big chest. 
“Are you sure you’re okay, Rocky?”
The big man sat up and looked at Sean, “yeah. I’m fine. I mopped earlier and since it’s just me didn’t put out a sign. I slipped and fell. Thank you for coming back to check on me. What’s your name?”
Sean blushed without meaning to or without the ability to control it, “Sean.” He said, standing and extending his hand to help Rocky up. Rocky’s hand was large, but incredibly soft to the touch. Standing next to Rocky, Sean guessed he had to be 6’4” at least, and he was heavy, huge with ripped muscle. He looked like a competitive bodybuilder, but he was lean and cut. 
“Well it’s nice to meet you Sean.” And Rocky smiled. 
Sean turned to head back out and wait but Rocky reached out and grabbed his shoulder, the forced halting him in his tracks, “You never ordered. What can I make for you?”
“I can wait. Honest.” Sean said sheepishly. 
“You just did me a kindness by coming to check on me, I’ll return the favor. Whatever you’d like, and it’s on the house.”
“Do you have any of the soup already made up?”
Rocky beamed, “I do! It’s my speciality here. I have a fresh pot I just finished storing. Let me get it for you.”
Sean watched Rocky leave, enjoying the way his tight black pants hugged his thick thighs and round bubble butt. 
Rocky returned with a large 
 container of soup, and some extra appetizers. Sean tried to refuse the extras but Rocky insisted. 
Sean looked at the food and Rocky could sense something was wrong. 
“What’s up? If you don’t like the appetizers I can take them back.” 
“No no.” Sean laughed, “they look and smell wonderful.  I had just planned on getting take-out. 
“Shit! I’m sorry. Here let me…”
Sean cut him off. “It’s okay, I’ll eat here. The atmosphere here is much better than my apartment.”
Rocky looked back at the kitchen and then to Sean, “would you mind if I joined you? I haven’t had dinner yet, and it’s been a little lonely tonight.”
Sean swooned internally, “I wouldn’t mind at all.” 
Rocky prepared himself the same as Sean, and joined him at a table out front, the small wooden chair creaking and groaning as he shifted his weight onto the chair. 
“So Rocky. Helping out your parents tonight?”
“Yes. They insisted they needed a night away from the restaurant and I agree. Then spend entirely too much time working. I figured I could help them.” Rocky took a big spoonful of the creamy soup and continued, “what about you? Where do you work?” Sean and as scared to bore him, but as he told Rocky about his job and passion he saw not a hint of boredom in the dark brown eyes looking back at him.”
“Rocky though? That’s an interesting name.” Sean joked, loosening up and feeling more comfortable around the not so stranger. 
Rocky laughed a deep laugh, “I get that a lot. My parents were huge fans of the Rocky Balboa movies when they immigrated here 30 years ago. So when they had me, it was their first choice.” 
“So how old are you?” Sean asked. 
“26, and you?”
“27.” Sean replied. The two continued to eat and talk, as the night grew on, their soup grew cold. They had done more talking than eating. Around 9, Sean checked his phone. 
“I really should be going, I have work tomorrow.”
Rocky dropped his head with a bit of disappointment. 
“Well. Thank you again for what you did.” Rocky said. 
“And thank you for the food. The soup was delicious.” Sean began to clean up the table, but Rocky stopped him. 
“Please, let me.” And he cleared the table and returned to the kitchen. 
“One last thing!” Rocky called from the kitchen, and he emerged with a coupon, “here, this will get you a free soup the next three visits to the store.” 
“Thank you.” Sean said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice that there was no phone number written on the coupon. 
“Have a good night!” Rocky called, waving to Sean, as he raised his arm in the air to wave, his shirt lifted up, exposing the veins and v line taper on his smooth lower stomach, and his dark hairy armpits showing hair spilling from the tight sleeve of the shirt. Sean walked the few blocks home. Reminiscing about the dinner he’d had. He looked at the coupon to see when it expired. As he shifted the coupon in his hand to inspect the fine print, he noticed his hand had been covering something written on the back. 
‘When I said you could have anything, I meant it’ and a phone number followed. Sean practically skipped the rest of the way home. Absolutely thrilled with himself. 

When he walked inside he quickly sank into the couch. Almost immediately he debated on texting Rocky, but no, too soon, he didn’t want to look desperate. Instead he decided to check his messages from his dad. 
The picture opened and Sean forgot all about Rocky. 
Clint’s phone must have been placed at the foot of the bed, propped up. Clint was holding onto his legs and pulling them to his chest, exposing his furry hole to the camera. 
The true draw of the picture was what was IN Clint’s ass. 
The long, extravagant, cock was pushed down between his legs, and the huge head and first few inches had been stuffed into Clint’s hole. 
Sean could see the stretching the thick cock was causing his daddy’s hole to do. 
His huge thighs flexing with effort as they were held in place. 
Clint’s huge balls pushed to the side, noticeably swollen still. 
The message read, “Now I know why you had so much trouble taking this cock ;)”

Sean needed to control himself. He needed a distraction, anything to take his mind off of that picture, because if he didn’t he’d blow his load right now thinking about it. 
He texted Rocky. Maybe a bit too soon, but either it worked or it didn’t, Sean decided he couldn’t couldn’t control if Rocky replied. 
“Hi, Rocky. This is Sean. I really should have gotten some soup to go. I can’t stop thinking about how good it was.”
A but formal, cautious, but he played into the one experience they shared at this point. 
His phone vibrated, damn that was quick. 
“Anytime you need some, let me know. I’d be happy to make a delivery.” Rocky was confident and forward, very much up Sean’s ally. 
The two continued their flirting game back and forth until finally Sean knew he needed to go to bed. They said goodnight, and Sean passed out. 

The next two days went by easier for Sean. Rocky was able to keep his mind off of his dad, and without teasing Clint, his father had held off on sending any more pictures. 
But now it was Friday. After work, he’d get to see Clint again. His whole body ached to be near his dad again, a carnal lust consuming him. His hole twitched as he anticipated his dad’s cock. 
Sean had eagerly worked on stretching his hole this week, and he was now up to the thickest butt plug, he’d decided to wear it all day to prepare. 
As he sat at his desk the constant feeling of the plug drove him wild as he pictured sitting on his dad’s cock instead. His head swam with plans and ideas and all things he wanted to do tonight to please and service his huge dad. 
5 o’clock took forever to come, but it finally came. 
Sean eagerly texted Clint, “I’m off work, headed your way now!”
Clint replied, “hurry up son. My balls are so full their about to bust!” Followed by a picture of his absolutely massive bulging package in a pair of tight underwear, the huge orbs of his swollen testicles hanging out the side. They were fucking full, and Sean intended to have them drained by morning. 

Sean drove to his dad’s house, parking and quickly hurrying to the door. As he reached for the door, the handle moved out of his grasp and standing in the doorway was Clint. He was in a tank top stringer, the straps looking pathetically small as they draped over his pecs. The side of the string split down the length of his torso, showing off his obliques and allowing his wide lats to extend out. Below the waist, Clint was only wearing a pair of briefs, the poor fabric looked like it would rip at any moment as it fought to hold back the python within. Clint picked Sean up and planted a kiss on him, his fresh stubble scratching against Sean’s smooth face, Sean’s boner threatening to blow his load right then. Clint sat him down, “it’s about damn time, get in here!” And he grabbed Sean’s arm and pulled him inside. 
Clint practically ripped Sean’s clothes off of his body, leaving nothing and exposing him right there in the entryway. 
“Oh fuck yes!” Clint growled. He picked up Sean and pushed him into the wall, squashing Sean’s body between the plaster and his pumped up chest. Clint bounced his pecs as the two made out. Sean’s hands wandering of the huge pecs pinning him to the wall, and Clint’s hands exploring Sean’s body. 
“Oh what’s this?” Clint said as he poked the plug that was still inside Sean, “you prepped for daddy?”
“Yes sir.” Sean whimpered. 
“Good. Because I need to FUCK!” 
Sean heard a ripping noise and Clint released a primal growl, “arghhhhh!” And Sean felt his huge, thick, hard cock slap against his ass. The wet smack emanating from so much precum leaking from the big piss slit. 
“Dad did…”
“Did my cock just rip out of my underwear to get to your ass? Yes.”
Sean shivered as his cock was dangerously close to cumming. Rubbing against Clint’s stringer, feeling his rippling hard muscles grind against it, and the absolute raw horny power Clint possessed. 
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” And he carried Sean through the house, holding him firmly by the ass, Sean kissing Clint’s neck as the older man made his way down the hallway. 

[boardman]

Just hot af

[dredlifter]

Ooof.  Oh yeah Clint show off all that size and power for your boy!  And please keep GROWING

[spacevlad]

Whew I’m glad I found this one! Absolutely red hot, made for a lovely morning edging session of my own. Here’s hoping for more and that Clint had grown even bigger in the week they’ve been apart

[kinostigre]

The shooting feels great, and the writing is excellent.