Credits to vchris1989, the original writer of this story.
“Okay, son. This will be the most important lesson of your life. Today is the day I teach you what it truly means to be a man. You’ve done so well learning our family’s ability, but now it’s time for you to see things from another perspective,” Marlin said to his son, Ben.
“I think I’m ready, Dad.”
“Okay, son. Remember what I taught you. Close your eyes and relax. Breathe deep. Let your spirit separate from your body. Let the sound of my voice grow faint…”
In just a few moments the two went limp and unconscious as their spirits peacefully lifted out of their bodies. Seeing each other’s spirit forms, they immediately went to work to continue the family tradition as they drifted over to the house next door.
“Dad…can you just leave me alone? You’re always on my case about stuff,” Dylan said to his Father, Jeff, who was sitting across from him on his bed.
“Son, I know we’ve grown apart since it’s just been the two of us, but I want you to know that I care about you, and that’s why I get so strict on you sometimes.”
“I just think you’re hard on me for little things that literally all the other seniors at Bell High do.”
“Look, Dylan, I don’t care if even the faculty at Bell High are doing pot. No son of mine is going to get criss-crossed with that stuff,” Jeff responds sternly.
“Dad…Things just haven’t been easy for me since you and mom split,” Dylan said before averting his gaze down to his bed.
“Hey. Dylan. I know things haven’t been easy, and I know you’re a kid and you’re going to make mistakes. I just hate feeling left out of the picture. Maybe if you could do something so I’d feel less left out maybe then I’d be more inclined to keep your little secrets. I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do my share of partying when I was your age.”
Marlin and Ben phased through the walls, watching the conversation between father and son before Ben started floating towards the unsuspecting Dylan. But before he could get within swooping distance, his father’s astral form zoomed passed him and phased directly into Dylan’s chest.
“nnnnnngggggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” Dylan groaned before gasping as the impact sent him falling down onto his back.
Ben watched, confused, as his classmate squirmed and writhed on the bed, wincing and gasping for breath as Marlin’s astral form flooded his teenage body and stole control.
“Son! Dylan!!! WHat’s wrong?!” Jeff asked as he began shaking his seizing son. “Oh my God! 911! Where’s my damn phone?!” Jeff said as he frantically checked his pockets. Right as he pulled the phone out, Marlin finished stealing Dylan’s body and sending the real boy into a state of stasis. Dylan’s eyes flew open, his body calm now as he grinned and began to feel up and down his lean teen torso.
“Weird being on the other side of tradition,” Dylan’s body says with a cheeky grin.
“Dylan! You’re okay? What was that?”
“Oh…ummm. ‘Dad,’ I just got a cold chill or something.”
“Son, that was definitely more than a cold chill! Let’s get you to the ER,” Jeff says with concern.
His son just smirks at him though.
“You’re going to be a great vessel for my boy, Jeff.”
“Dylan, what are you talking about?”
“Ben!” Dylan’s body hollers out. “This was the secret of the tradition. You’re learning how to be a man and a father. Do you get it now?”
“Dylan! Who the hell are you talking to? Did you hit your head earlier today? Let’s get you to the ER,” Jeff says with confusion and concern.
Ben is still watching, confused and feeling uneasy about his family’s tradition.
“Ben, it’s time to learn what it means to be a man! Take him. Take him now!” Dylan’s body shouts right as Jeff starts to make his move, ready to grab his son and drag him into the car so he could visit the doctor. But right as he grabbed the squirming and resisting Dylan, he felt a sharp pressure in his back as Ben zoomed right into the man’s back, disappearing and being absorbed in one energetic collision.
“Urrrrrrgrgggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!! What is-?! Unnnnggggggggggg!!!! FUCK!” Jeff howled as he collapsed onto his son’s body and writhed in discomfort.
“The first time’s always the hardest, Ben. You can take him though! Push his mind into dormancy!” Dylan’s body exclaimed as he wrapped his arms and legs around Jeff and held him down against him.
“Agggghhhhhhhh let me go, Dylan!!! I-I-I- What’s happening to me?! What the hell are you talking about?!” Jeff groaned as his squirming body tried to escape from his son’s grip.
Dylan’s body pulled Jeff even closer, whispering intently into his ear, “Fill him. Take him. Flood every ounce of his body…”
“What are you-unngngggggggg why are you doing this, Dylan?” Jeff asked with a winced and agonized face. “Dylan…”
Jeff’s entire body thrashed one last time before collapsing onto Dylan, breathing deeply as his mass and warmth pinned the grinning Dylan to the bed.
“Son…Ben…you did it. Wake up, ‘Dad.’ It’s time for the lesson to start.”
Jeff’s body grumbled gently as its new inhabitant, the teenage Ben, began to flutter his eyes open.
“Glad you could wake up, Dad,” Dylan’s body said with a grin as Ben began to push himself up off the teenager beneath him, planting himself on his elbows and marveling at the mass and strength he now felt.
“Dad?” Ben asked, gasping and putting a hand up to his throat as he heard the powerful and deep voice of Jeff projecting out of him. It felt good to be bigger and older…more powerful. It was like his new voice reverberated through Jeff’s muscles, vibrating from head to toe.
“I’m not your Dad right now. That’s the lesson. It’s time for you to learn how to be a father that can satisfy and protect his boy. My father did this for me just like his father did it for him and so on. When you’re older and have a boy you’ll do the same, except you’ll be the one taking over the boy, the ultimate act of fatherly love as you let your son take you so he can learn what it means to be a man.” Marlin forced his host to say.
“This is just really weird, Da-I mean, son. How does this teach me what being a man is about?” Ben asks with confusion as he looks down into Dylan’s twinkling eyes.
“Well, Dad. You’ll understand in time. It’ll take us a couple of tries for you to fully get it. I was asking the same questions, but once that moment of enlightenment hits you, it’s all gonna make sense…there’s nothing like seeding a boy’s hole with his father’s meat, Dad,” Dylan’s body says with a grin as he looks down, signalling that he can feel Jeff’s meat starting to swell up against his own crotch.
“Why does this feel so right if it’s so wrong?” Jeff asked.
“Like I said, I was in your position, Dad. But it’s hard to break a good tradition. Now come on, Daddy. Make me feel good,” Dylan said with a grin as he began grinding his hips, sending electrifying friction between Jeff’s crotch and his own.
“Ohhhhhhhh damnnnnn,” Jeff cooed as he felt his boy grinding against him. His Daddy meat was being caressed by soft, cotton boxers and almost acting on instinct, he began to grind back against Dylan, using his more powerful body to take the lead and assert his dominance.
“mmmmmmmmm yeah, Daddy. You feel so good. Your big strong body makes me feel so safe,” Dylan cooed as he wrapped his legs around his Dad’s firm butt and pulled the larger man against him, making both of them get lost deeper and deeper into the roles of the tradition.
Jeff pulled his shirt off, showing off his powerful arms and chest. Dylan smiled as he grabbed his Dad’s pecs in his two hands, squeezing those muscular mounds tight in his hands and squeezing those hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Jeff growled like a feral beast as his boy appreciated and worshiped his body.
“Do you feel that Daddy?! That’s the fatherly testosterone coursing through your veins. Do you feel it making you want to dominate and protect me at the same time?” Dylan asked as he began fumbling with his own shirt.
Jeff saw his struggling boy looking so cute as he fumbled with that thin cotton. He felt the urge to help his son, so he grabbed the shirt at the collar and effortlessly ripped it in half. Dylan beamed as he looked into his father’s eyes which were now bursting with ferocious love, devotion, and desire.
“Wh-wh-what’s happening to me?” Jeff asked as he groaned before crawling on top of Dylan and laying down on top of him, shuddering as he felt their chests and abs smash together. The way that smooth skin felt against his rough and hairy torso was intoxicating and made him start to grind their bodies with even more enthusiasm than earlier, being sure to get friction between their hard cocks, but also trying to feel as much warmth pass between their chests as possible.
“It’s the tradition, Dad! nnnnggggggggg You’re a fast learner! mmmmmmm yeah keep doing that Daddy! Fuck you’re so good at this!” Dylan gasped back as his Dad let all of his body weight pin him down and began to more forcefully thrust against his son’s leaner body.
“I want to take you now! I-I-I want to seed you and breed you and make you feel safe and protected!!” Jeff blurted out as he stared down into the longing eyes of his son.
“Then do it!” Dylan fired back as they both started struggling to break free from the shorts holding their throbbing cocks prisoner.
Jeff kicked his shorts off his feet and was happy to give a helping hand to his boy who had his legs up in the air. Jeff pulled those shorts up and over Dylan’s ankles before bringing the crotch part right up to his nose and huffing in that youthful musk.
Dylan stared up with pride as his father rummaged through the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube, slicking up that thick meat and rubbing some around his tight, virgin boycunt. Jeff teased his son, running circles around his son’s hungry hole with the head of his Daddy meat. He circled closer and closer to that perky little rose bud until his cockhead was lined right up with the entrance, but he only put enough pressure to just barely stretch that tight hole.
“nnnngggg Please, dad! Don’t tease me like this!” Dylan begged as his breathing became gruff and he started squirming from anticipation, legs wrapped around his dad’s butt and desperately trying to pull him towards him. Jeff’s body was far too strong though and he just chuckled as he felt his boy try to pull them together so he could get stretched and filled with some thick Daddy meat.
Jeff finally decided to give his boy what he needed and began slowly pushing his powerful hips forward, stretching that hole wide as it clamped down so tight around his meat. Dylan tossed his head back and winced as his hole finally stretched wide enough to take the head in.
“Are you okay, son? It’s pretty long, so you’ll get stretched out pretty deep inside,” Jeff asked with concern, pausing his entrance while Dylan caught his breath to answer.
“K-k-k-keep going!” he whimpered. “I wanna feel all of you inside me, Daddy! Fill me up and stretch my tight boypussy!”
Jeff grinned as he began pushing again, sliding in another inch and shivering as he felt that tight boypussy squeezing so hard on his meat.
“NNNNGGGG It’s so big, Dad!”
Jeff grunted as he slid another couple of inches inside.
“F-f-fuuuuuuuck, Dad! Aggghhhhhh GOD does my tight boycunt make you feel good?! nnnnggggggg Yeah gimme that meat!”
Jeff was overcome by lust as he thrusted his hips with all of his might, catching both of them off guard as he slammed the remaining inches into Dylan so hard that he lost his balance and collapsed onto the thrashing boy.
“UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG OH MY FUCK, DAD!!!!! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit AGHHHH!!!!!!!!” Dylan howled as he tossed his head around and felt his Dad’s mass pinning him down. He hadn’t been expecting that- to get filled so forcefully and rapidly, without a chance to adjust, but there was something so satisfying about the pain and the dominance.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, son! I-”
“Just fuck me!” Dylan said with a half smile, half wince on his face as his teen meat dripped pre-cum from the excitement.
Jeff saw Dylan’s dick leaking and took that as a sign that everything was alright. So he propped himself up and sighed with pride as Dylan grabbed his powerful pecs and massaged his nipples. The powerful man groaned as he slid his meat out of his boy and used his powerful hips to slide back inside, gently and slowly feeling that warm velvet squeeze and massage his thick cock. As he built up his rhythm he really started adding force from other muscle groups. Jeff’s ass and thick thighs contracted with each thrust, and his built back and abs added enough ummffff to make his son know who was in control and who would be there to protect him.
“ooohhhhhhhhhh Dad that’s so- nnngggggggggg- so good. Kiss me!” Dylan gasped, making Jeff lean down for a quick peck before pulling back and resuming his rhythm. It felt so good to have his boy rubbing those smooth hands all over his back and chest while he pumped him full.
“I just want to look at you, son. This is perfect, seeing you like this,” Jeff said between grunts as he shivered from his boy’s touch as Dylan massaged his powerful arms and shoulders. The sounds coming out of Dylan’s mouth were booming through the room and after a solid half hour of love-making, Jeff and his son were thrown over the edge.
Jeff roared as he threw himself down and grabbed onto his son in a vice-like grip as he pumped and thrusted wildly into his boy’s tight cunt. His boy’s hole was squeezing and milking his meat with so much force that he thought the load would get sucked right out of his dick. And fuck! The way Dylan was hugging him back, rubbing his back and drifting his hands down to his butt and pulling his Dad’s ass against him sent him over the edge.
“AARRRGHHHHHHHHHHH I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!!!!” Jeff roared as he pumped load after load of his cum deep inside his son. Dylan just squealed as he heard his Dad’s roars ringing in his ear and the satisfaction of being seeded by his Dad filled him with creamy warmth. Without even touching his teen meat, Dylan whimpered loudly as he felt the cum travel from his balls to his prostate and finally to his pulsating cock.
“Nnnnnnngggggggg Yeah Dad!!!!!! F-f-fuuuuucccccck me, Dad!” Dylan begged as his loads launched between his and his dad’s body. Somehow Jeff was still pumping loads into his boy, growling in a primal frenzy as the orgasm kept going and going while he wildly thrusted every drop of his juices into his boy.
With loud gasps for breath, they both loudly moaned out before collapsing, spent and exhausted from their passionate father-son fucking.
Jeff was gasping for breath and dripping sweat onto Dylan, who was also sweaty, so sweaty that his hair was all matted up.
“That….was incredible, Dad!” Jeff’s body said with astonishment as he looked into Dylan’s eyes with shock.
“That’s the power of tradition, Ben,” Dylan’s body knowingly responded. “Did you feel yourself swept up in the urge to keep me safe? Did you feel the power of fatherly love? I was surprised how well you adjusted into the role.”
“I mean…I felt something. It was powerful whatever I felt!” Ben said through Jeff.
“Well, we’ll keep doing this until I think your training is complete. This is our family’s most sacred tradition, and I think you’re more than on the right track. Now let’s get our neighbors cleaned up and head home.”
“Well, there’s no rush to get back right away, is there, son?” Ben asked with a coy smile.
“You know…You’re right, Dad. We could go one more round before dinner time,” Dylan said with a wink and smirk as they started rubbing against one another, feeling the heat of lust and passion return.