Stepping Into Dad's Shoes Part 5 - 6

[Otaru_grower]

Part 5


Day 3 of being trapped in his father?s body, Aaron woke up to his alarm, stumbled out of bed, rubbed his stubble and yawned. It was so unbelievable. He actually got to be a grown up for a whole week. But things hadn?t gone as expected. He had not only inherited his father?s body, he had to pretend to be his father at work! Aaron had to fill in and dad?s promotion was on the line. There were so many new things filling his head he felt like he barely had time to think. His reactions were all pretty slow, like everything he did took a few seconds to process before he could do it.

When he remembered that he wasn?t getting a ride today from Jimmy, Aaron called a cab. It had been fine last night, and then he had?had kissed Geoff from MorphCorp on the lips! It was like in the movies, only this time it had been two men kissing and Aaron knew what that meant. It meant he liked men as opposed to women. He didn?t know how to talk to his father about this. Just a few days ago he?d just been a kid and he had never had to deal with kissing anyone. Now that he wanted to, he wanted to kiss guys. Just like his dad. Aaron knew his father was gay and it was no big deal to him, but dad had never dated or brought guys home or said anything about what sex was like, even. And now it was all he could think about? Was he gay or just his father?

Getting ready for his day, he felt his chest hair tenderly and looked in the mirror. Gingerly the curls of hair touched his fingertips.

?I wish I could stay like this.? But he knew he couldn?t. Better just make the best of this week. He shrugged happily and skipped off to put his new grown up clothes on. His dad, who was bleary eyed from sleep, entered the room as he was getting ready to leave.

?Hey, dad! I?m taking a cab to work today. I have a lot to do so I might be late. If you need anything, call Claire in reception. You know Claire? Oh right, you work with her. Geez, sorry. So, I figure I?ll be home as soon as I can and if you need anything really badly just call your..er..me on the cel phone. That?s yours, but that I have.?

?I get it,? Jake said, yawning, and stretching his small frame. He was wearing XMen pajamas with Wolverine on them. Jake sort of resented wearing images of such a masculine guy?it was just one more reminder of what he wasn?t anymore. No muscles, no ability to look cool or wear leather. Or smoke or drink.

?Okay. Okay. Okay,? said Aaron really flustered and stuffing various papers into his briefcase. His dad?s but now his briefcase. This was so confusing!

?Son, are you sure you?re okay with all of this? We can call it off and pull some excuse out of the air?say I?m real sick and you have to take care of me.?

?Nooooooo, dad! I can do thiiiis!? Aaron stomped his foot and whined. It didn?t look becoming on a grown man wearing a business suit. Jake made a frustrated noise.

?Fine. Just don?t do that at the office. Try to act like a mature young..er?older man. Pretend to be me. Try acting like me.?

?Jeez, dad. That?s what I?ve been doing. It?s not that hard! I?m around you all the time, after all.? Aaron adjusted his tie. ?Well, son. I?m off for work! You be good and don?t get into any trouble.?

?Very funny.?

After his son left, Jake wandered over to the kitchen. What was for breakfast? Cereal would be good. He had to climb all the way up onto the counter to get it. Maybe I should just put the cereal down on the bottom shelves for now, he thought. Turning on the TV, he began to wonder about the transformation his son had undergone. It seemed like for all intents and purposes, Aaron was picking up things while in an adult body. When Jake and his own father had switched places, nothing like that had happened. He had gotten to stay home. Something about interacting in an adult environment must have switched on some magic that otherwise wouldn?t have gotten switched on. Ugh. All this thinking about switching is making me nauseous. Or maybe I just need to eat something that isn?t cereal. Maybe some Skippy peanut butter.

Jake had noticed his new food interests were those of his son. Perhaps he was being affected by being in his son?s body as well. He had no desire to eat spinach or make any of the fancier recipes lining the cookbooks all along the kitchen shelves. That just seemed like too much work now?

Meanwhile, in the cab, Aaron was checking out the cab driver ? a scruffy twenty five ear old with a scraggly goatee. Aaron kept picturing himself mesmerized and naked with him. And then?

?We?re here, man.?

?Oh..uh?thanks. You can keep the change.?

Walking down the street by himself was such a strange experience. He wasn?t trailing behind anyone or looking up at people constantly. He was bigger than most people now. The sudden importance of this made him smile with satisfaction, and he tugged at his lapel. He looked at his reflection in a local store window and said to himself ?Hot stuff.? Smiling stupidly with not a care in the world, he loved every minute of merely looking at his own image.

He also realized he could go and buy things for himself. Whatever he wanted. He didn?t really want anything right now, but?wait a minute. Video games! He could totally buy the ones he?d been wanting now! He ducked into the game store and quickly found a bunch of M rated games. All of them involved shooting and violence and even nudity. Then he realized other things he could buy. He could buy a hunting knife for camping. He could buy porn mags even! Oh, yeah. That would be awesome. But he?d do it after work or he?d be late. Bringing up an armload of games, he handed over one of his credit cards to the clerk, who said ?Wow. Be sure to enjoy all of those.?

?Oh, I will!? he said happily and ran out the door, pleased as a lark. The way I figure, he thought, dad owes me for doing this. So this is like, my payment for helping him out. Ebullient, he went to work. Everything just made him feel good. Walking into rooms filled with adults and no kids and not having to feel weird about it. Getting looks of envy or lust. It was odd because where before he never would have noticed that sort of thing, now he picked up on it right away.

Getting to his office, he stowed the games in his desk, and began working on calling various people, to set up meetings. Mostly what he had to do today was conference calls, which were pretty boring. He listened while other people talked and chimed in to give information about his company?s products here and there. But mostly he put his face in his hands and smooshed his cheeks in a bored fashion. Finally when he was done, Jimmy came in.

?Hey, Jimmy!? Aaron said, remembering to call Mr. Bentley by his first name.

?Hey, bud. So here are the spreads for the new ads. Go over them and tell Mortimer what you think. Oh, and we?re all going out to lunch today with the old men from Morph Corp. We want to keep an eye on these guys until the deal is done, which should, by the way?be Tuesday!?

?No way! That soon? So they definitely won?t be going with anyone else.?

?No, man. You smoothed things over with them pretty good. Congrats. That promotion should be in the bag as soon as they sign those papers.?

?Awesome! Wow! This is so cool!?

?Yeah. Wow, you sure have a lot of excitement. Wish I had that much energy. Maybe you can tell me what to do for that.? Jimmy slipped his hand around Aaron?s butt and squeezed gently and then slapped it. ?See you at lunch, bro.?

Aaron smiled to himself. What was up with that? Did dad and Jimmy get it on? Or not. It might be just playful adult stuff. It could just be because they?re friends. Or more than friends. This was so confusing! Suddenly, the phone rang.

?Hello? Aa-uh Jake Sanders, marketing.?

?Hi, little brother!?

?Aunt Katie??

?Don?t Aunt Katie me, you haven?t called me for a month. I just came over to see how Aaron was doing. I heard he was sick when I called your office the other day.?

?Oh! UH?you?re with him??

?No, not anymore.?

?Oh,? Aaron said relieved.

?No, I dropped him off at school this morning.? Aaron?s eyes widened.

?You WHAT??

?Don?t get upset. He was totally faking. Remember when I used to fake getting sick at that age? I know he?s faking. So I took the little bugger to school in spite of his protests. Oh, he was so mad! But he?ll get over it, it?s just school and he has to go. I mean, winter break is around the corner. Anyway, I just wanted to check in. Hey, I got a new set of horses?I was hoping you could come over and see them. One poor thing was gonna get shot because of a bum leg. I?ll use him for riding lessons when he?s healed, for younger kids. Come out to the ranch some weekend. We haven?t seen you out here in forever.?

?Uh?I gotta go Aunt?I mean, sis.? Aaron shook his head. It was so confusing, and this was horrible! What was he going to do? Dad would be so mad! ?Uh?I?ve gotta go do um important work stuff but uh uh I?ll call you okay? Okay??

?Okay, I get it. You don?t want to talk. Geez, well have fun wanking over all those hunky roid rage cases. I?ll talk you later. Kisses, bye!?

?Oh man, what am I gonna do. What am I gonna do. What am I gonna-?

?Jake!?

?Oh, hi!?Aaron said, sounding panicked. I forgot this guy?s name, thought Aaron.

?Jake, Hallerman wants to see you, stat.? Aaron?s phone rang but he ignored it.

?Oh, okay.? Aaron got up and followed?whatshisname out the door and past several glass walled offices which had views of the city below. The man veered away from Aaron and went to his desk. Aaron tried to act nonchalant as he looked for a name anywhere, but couldn?t find one. The guy wasn?t that hot, though. Maybe if he was like that cute temp, Trent, was fresh out of college and had a nice ass and looked like a model and oh man I have to stop thinking about all this!

?Jake! Have a seat.?

?Hi, Mr. Hallerman!?

?Aw, Jake, just call me Lou. Now Jake, I wanted to talk to you man to man. You know as well as I do how important this account is. The Peterson account is in no danger, half of all the other gyms in three states have heavy reliance on us, and that is what we need. But this? This is nationwide, and it?s going to account for what will take this company to the top. And you know that. Jake, what I?m trying to say is, I need you to continue your bodybuilding and pump it to a new level. I want you in the gym every day for the next month. Now, as soon as the deal goes through, I?ve decided to make use of your body. You are the perfect look of health. You are going to be our spokesperson for the high school project, they need a hunk they can slap on the face of this thing for promotional reasons. Posters, mags, educational materials, but also it has to be someone from high up in the company. Now the rest of us, we?re not bad, but we?re also all over 50. Once you step up to V.P. you are going to take on a whole new level of responsibility and representation. I want you to give speeches in high schools, talk to kids about working out, make sure they know how it?s important to us so we have good community standing. What do you say??

?W-wow. I mean, really? You?re gonna need me for all that??

?I am. But I need you to be ready. Are you??

?Yes, yes sir. Yes, Mr. um. Yes, Lou. Yes, I am!? Aaron eagerly shook his new boss?s hand. The old man talked to him some more about being a real man and what it meant, how it was both body and a state of mind.

?You see what I?m saying? A lot of guys out there in the world are like, little kids running around in adult bodies. But you Jake, you?re not one of those guys.?

?Oh, yeah, I totally know.? Aaron said, then looked the other direction uncomfortably.

Aaron walked quickly to the bathroom. He didn?t want anybody to see what he was about to do. Dressed in fully formal clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror once more and did a huge dance. He jumped up and down, left and right. Boxed with his reflection and then made ?yes? gestures wildly with his fist. Threw up his hands in the air and made grandstanding gestures of thanking imaginary crowds. Suddenly a toilet flushed and he stopped, adjusting his tie as Trent the temp came out and washed his hands.

?Hi, boss.?

?Oh!? Aaron said nervously. ?Hi, hi Trent. What?s up??

?Not much, man. Hey, you get to go to the big lunch, right? They?re leaving now.?

?Oh, no, uh thanks!? Aaron nearly slipped as he hurried out of the bathroom.

Suddenly, his cel phone went off. Flipping it open he dodged into his office, which had a glass wall in the front like the rest.

?Jake Sanders, how can I help you??

?It?s me! My sister dragged me to your school. Son, I?m on the pay phone. You need to get over here. RIGHT. NOW. And pick me up. I?ll ditch them if I can and meet you up front.?

?Dad, I can?t. I?m supposed to go to lunch with-?

?I don?t care! I can?t stay here! It?s a bunch of kids, I don?t fit in here?this is a nightmare!? Jake hissed in his kid voice. ?Come down here NOW. That?s an order, mister. Or you?re grounded.?

?Dad, I can?t. I have really important things to do and-?

?Jake! You comin?? We need ya, man.?

?Look, I?ll meet you after school, okay? Maybe I can get out early.?

?What?? You get down here! Hello!? Hello?? Jake gulped. ?He hung up on me.?

?What are you doing not in class? Didn?t you hear the bell ring?? A balding man in a suit asked him.

?Oh, pipe down, I?m going already!?

?Excuse me? You do not talk like that to your elders, young man. Look at me when I?m talking to you?? The man whipped out a notepad. ?I?m assigning you detention for a week. That ought to straight out your attitude, Aaron. First you?re trying to skip out and now you?re getting a lip. Well, don?t just stand there. March!?

Jake walked down the hall, feeling totally humiliated. What a total dickwad! If I was an adult he wouldn?t have dared to talk to me that way! What an?what a?I don?t want to go to detention. He sniffed. What?s wrong with me? Why am I nearly crying? He yelled at me but I?m a man, I can take it. But?but he didn?t even.. what a stupid jerk!

Class was even worse. He?d never been that great at history, and one of the other kids kept thumping him in the back of the head. Just to get to him! If that little punk face was doing that and I was an adult, I wouldn?t have to think twice about intimidating him!

?Excuse me, but could you please stop that? I?m trying to pay attention.?

?Awww! Poor little Aaron.? The fat boy flicked him in Jake?s forehead. Furious, Jake turned around. Someone passed a note onto his desk.

?That is enough! What?s this?? The teacher, an old lady with crazy hair and a purple cardigan and glasses strode over. Passing notes, Aaron??

?No! I didn?t even write that!!?

?Then who did??

?I don?t know, someone just put it there.?

?Miss Waters sucks. Oh that?s lovely. Well I?ll give the entire class detention, then.? The entire class gasped. ?What, you don?t want that? Well then no more note passing!? she screamed at him and marched back to her desk. Suddenly Jake felt someone flick the back of his head.


Part 6

Aaron was in a fancy restaurant with a table full of adults. He had ordered from the wine list, and his face turned almost as red when it came. He actually was starting to feel pretty grown up. That?s when he got a call on his cel phone from the elementary school. When people looked at him oddly as he got up to leave he explained ?It?s my dad. I mean, my son. My dad called uh?to tell me my son got into a fight at school. I?m really sorry, but I have to go.?

Aaron?s boss, or rather his father?s boss, (it was so hard to tell the difference on these things) shook his hand before he left and said ?Jake, take the rest of the day off. You look like you could use it. I?m sure we can handle things here. Just make sure that you are ready to impress by Monday. We have a whole lot of material to cover then.?

?OK. See you guys later.?

Aaron took the express metro across town and got there by two. School was almost over, but as soon as he stepped inside the school it was a sudden dizziness. Everything was way smaller! And all of these little kids walking around?they used to be his size just last week. Trying to control his smile, he walked to the principal?s office. Man, this is cool. The principal can?t tell me what to do anymore.

As he walked in he felt an immediate sense of ego wash over him. He was the tallest one in the room! He always had to look up at all the grown ups before?the secretaries, the administrators, the principal. Now he was looking down at a balding, and unthreatening Principal Spurner. Wearing a cocky smile, he shook his principal?s hand, which was now dwarfed by his own large, mannish grip. ?How?s it goin, principal Spurner.?

?How?s it goin, indeed. Your son was caught fighting in the cafeteria with this other little hooligan.? The principal indicated a larger boy who was frowning from where he sat, next to a guy Aaron assumed was his dad. The kid was Kurt Grundle. One of the worst bullies ever in the history of bullies. And now Aaron towered over to him.

?Hi, there kid.? Aaron nodded. Kurt Grundle sneered back. Aaron decided to do his best dad impression. ?Now, son. What have I told you about fighting, young man??

?I didn?t do anything! He ambushed me! He was threatening to before, Principal Spurner, believe me I do not like making this accusation!?

?I?ll bet you don?t. Look, we have a no tolerance fighting policy,? the principal said to Aaron.

?Well if it?s bullies?? Aaron began.

?Bullies my ass. Your kid just antagonized mine,? Kurt?s dad said.

?Yeah, right,? Aaron said laughing. ?Your kid is totally wailing on half the school and you?re blaming me? He was totally picking on m-him. On?my son. So maybe you need to teach your kid some manners!?

?Where do you get off??

?Excuse me, but I can explain what happened. I was minding my own business when he shoved me against a wall. I fought back because?? Jake in Aaron?s body got cut off.

?Oh shut up,? Kurt?s dad said.

?Don?t tell him to shut up!?

?I?ll tell who I want to shut up. I?m a corporate lawyer, pal. You want a lawsuit? You might be lookin? at one.?

?I can?t believe I didn?t go to law school. Why didn?t I go to law school?? Principal Spurner said to himself, and began muttering.

Aaron sized up the other dad. He was a gritty faced sandy blond guy with craggy skin?some stubble. Nice suit. Total asshole, just like his son.

?For what? For your kid trying to pick a fight? If you try ANYthing with me, I?ll have half a dozen parents willing to testify against him,? Aaron said, pointing at Kurt ?that he?s no good and a little jerk. So?just try it.? Aaron folded his arms. He posed a pretty impressive figure inside his dad?s body. He could tell it made the other man nervous. This guy was nowhere near as built as Aaron now was.

?My mother said, son, go to law school. But no. I wanted to make a difference,? the principal continued.

?C?mon, Kurt. We?re going home.? Kurt?s dad walked out, seething silent anger.

?Not so fast. Your child is going to be disciplined if this checks out. I still have to talk with the cafeteria staff. They?ve gone home for the day but if they corroborate this then I?ll have no choice but to suspend Kurt for a week. That?s on his permanent record. This is the fourth time he?s been in fights this month. You should be prepared.? The principal waved them all off. ?I?m gonna go in my office and call my mother. You need any info, just ask Claire here.? He indicated the receptionist wearing grandma glasses with a 50?s curlers hairdo.

Kurt and his dad left and Aaron could hear the dad chewing Kurt out.

?But dad!?
?No buts this time! I am furious with you! I keep trying to cover for you and you screw up again! You?re going to be mowing the lawn for months! And forget about allowance or TV!?

Aaron smiled and played with his tie and practically glowered. He and Jake walked slowly and kind of surreally without saying anything until they got outside. Kurt and his dad were nowhere to be seen.

?Dad, that was awesome!?

?That was humiliating.?

?I told him! And because of me he?s gonna get suspended! Hey, dad, I?m sorry I couldn?t come sooner.? He rubbed his dad?s hair.

?What are you doing??

?Um?nothing. Hey, what?s wrong with you? That totally ruled.?

?I don?t feel good, okay?!? Jake tried not to cry, but his bruises still hurt. ?I got beat up by a bully today in case you didn?t fucking notice.?

Aaron stopped cold. ?How?you aren?t too hurt are you, dad? Man, did I really?I mean, you take a wallop today??

?Just my rib hurts a little. When he slammed me. I punched him pretty good, though. I just feel like I?ve gone through a heavy workout.?

?Oh that reminds me, my boss wants me to go to the gym.?

?You mean, my boss. Why?? Aaron filled him in on his dad?s new hot job prospects.

?They want me to model, too? That?s unexpected. But, looking at me from this vantage point I can see why. I am pretty impressive, aren?t I??

?Well you are when you?re in this body, yeah dad. Jeez, didn?t you ever notice?? Aaron leapt up to grab the top of a bar on the mini sun shelter arcing across two hallways. ?Wow, I could never reach these before! I keep doing that, I?m so tall now!?

?I can?t wait until we get back.?

?Aw, it?s only a few more days.?

?It?s four more days. FOUR. I am not doing this again. I?m not coming back to this school!? Jake said, making Aaron laugh. The forcefulness of a kid saying something like that was just too funny.

?But dad, you have to now.?

?Call in sick for me.?

?Dad, your sister told them you weren?t sick.?

?Crap. That interfering wench! Alright, I?ll consider it. I don?t want to get you into trouble, but this place is a nightmare. I forgot how?well, I guess I owe it to you. It isn?t easy being so?you know.?

?Little??

?Yeah.?

Jake was silent on the bus ride home. ?You want some ice cream?? Aaron asked as they both saw a Baskin Robbins. Jake looked up at his son with a grimace like ?you?ve got to be kidding?. ?What??

?No, I don?t.?

?I do.?

?I don?t.?

?Oh come on, it?ll make you feel better.? Aaron rubbed Jake?s hair.

?Why do you keep doing that??

?I dunno. Just was trying to comfort you, I guess.?

Jake and Aaron got home and Aaron plopped down on the couch.

?Man, dad. I?m hungry! Would you mind if I went out tonight? I?ll make some dinner first and then head to the gym.?

It was really strange for Jake to hear his son sounding progressively?more independent. Without someone there to guide him everywhere. He seemed to handle it better than he had conceived.

?I guess that?s okay.?

?Great. I?ll make some eggplant parmesan.?

?Ugh. Eggplant??

?You like eggplant, dad.?

?Not now that I?m in a little kid body. Now all I want is sweets and fried food. Do we have any??? He stopped himself.

?Any ice cream?? Aaron smiled and took off his tie. ?We do, but you don?t get any until after dinner. Now go wash up, you?re a wreck. And take some children?s aspirin if you need some. How?s the pain feeling?? Aarons said, taking out cooking instruments.

?It?s feeling better, actually. I forget how quickly you can heal being a kid.? Jake was in the bathroom before it hit him that something seemed strange, but he wasn?t sure what. The next hour progressed as his son made dinner for a change, and he ate it grudgingly, looking forward to dessert. Aaron poured himself a beer into a glass while Jake had KoolAid, which was fine with him since KoolAid rocked. Aaron got his gym gear ready and before he knew it he was out the door. Jake felt something gnawing at him. Watching TV, he found himself veering away from the news so he could watch family sitcoms that he wouldn?t normally watch, when it hit him. He hadn?t been given permission to do something by his son. And he had gone along with it. He felt a chill go down his spine. What exactly was happening to him? He replayed it in his head. Why shouldn?t he be able to eat ice cream whenever he wanted? HE was the one in charge of this family, after all. Not his son. Him. This was only temporary. Why would he just let Aaron take charge like that? Without even saying anything?!

He cuddled up into a blanket and said a silent prayer that tomorrow was Saturday and that neither one of them would have to deal with school or work.

Meanwhile, at the gym, Aaron tried out all the machines. A lot of them seemed familiar. He?d occasionally gone with his dad to the gym, but only briefly. This time he was the one lifting big amounts of weight and flexing his muscles. He didn?t automatically know everything. He had to adjust the weights as he could lift them per machine, and often had to look at the side instructions. But it all came to him a lot easier than he thought it would. An hour later, he was totally pumped and sweating. He ended the session with some cardio on the running machine. Walking there he noticed a few stares. Did he have something on his shirt? He rubbed a sweaty pec. No. They?re staring at me because I?m so fucking hot. He noticed a few guys looking at him and purposefully strode around the room trying to spot the guys that followed him with their gaze. He smiled to himself. This is fucking hot. They all want me.

After his gym workout, Aaron took a bus back to his neighborhood. In the corner store he stopped for some eggs and then remembered he was almost out of beer. He picked out some Guinness (which he really liked the taste of, though he couldn?t remember ever having it). He got up to the counter and spied something. He added. ?And uh?I?ll uh?take one of those cigars. And a lighter.?

?Which ones, the Romeo y Juliets or the Montecristos??

?Man, you have the higher end cigars.?

?Yeah, I got the cheap stuff too, but I can tell you like the good stuff.?

?I?ll take a Montecristo. I?m treating myself. I just got promoted tonight.? Aaron smiled and handed over the money. Aaron walked with his new prize and felt so giddy he could barely contain it. I?m an adult, he thought. And I can buy cigars. No one will stop me! I didn?t even get carded! He rubbed his stubble proudly and pondered. If dad was still awake he wouldn?t be able to smoke this thing. It was funny, but he didn?t know anything about cigars except for that they smelled funny. Now he took the precious thing out of its wrapper and smelled it. Mmmmm! It smelled so good! Better than he thought, so much so his cock started throbbing. Let?s see?how does dad do this? His dad only smoked them once in a blue moon. But for most of the day Aaron had been thinking about this. This might be his only chance to do it. He sat down on the steps before his apartment building. He chewed off the bit end with his teeth. Kind of gross but he spit it out and smelled the tip. Now his mouth was watering. He put his mouth around the end of the cigar and wished he had a mirror to pose in. He tasted the end, and the taste of it was such a mix of the aromatic and forbidden. He savored it, sucked it a few times. When he took it away, his entire mouth was tingling from the sensation of it!

Slowly, he lit the cigar. At first nothing happened, but then he remembered that you really have to work for a cigar. He sucked and sucked and sucked. Finally?smoke came pouring out of his mouth! He nearly gulped it down and gave a cough. The end was lit now! He drew some smoke in and blew. This was so unreal. Two minutes later, he still couldn?t get over it. He was actually smoking! He had never smoked before. It was so natural, though. He smiled and smiled, enjoying it for all the sensations it was giving him. Eventually he finished it, and stubbed it out on the steps. He was getting to do all the things real men did, and he was glad. He would have to go back to being a kid next week, so he might as well live it up.

Inside the apartment, his dad had fallen asleep while an episode of Saved by the Bell played on TV. Aaron smiled. That was probably what dad watched when he was a kid. Maybe he was just having fun being a kid, finally. Aaron got inside his dad?s room and shut the door. He got into bed and took off his clothes and started stroking his man meat. He still couldn?t believe the sensation of pleasure and satisfaction it gave him?to have such a huge cock! His dad must sure miss it. He kept it hard for a while, and then flipped through some porn mags he?d also picked up. The guys all had huge dicks and some of them were having sex. Aaron had never seen anyone having sex nude before. It made him beat off all the more furious. He came, and wiped it up with a washcloth. He walked over to the dresser and looked for a towel. His hands came upon a box buried by socks.

A box of cigars.

Proudly, he took one and smelled it. Delicately, he held it in his hands and walked to the bathroom and looked at himself holding it, then chewing it, posing with it in different ways. Finally he couldn?t take it any more and he stroked off. He got down on the floor of the bathroom so he could masturbate furiously once more.

By the time he was done he was wet everywhere with cum. He showered and felt orgasmic relief ebb away. He had just whacked off four times and he still felt pumped. He dried off, brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash. Hopefully dad didn?t notice the cigar smell but if he did it was all good. Dad smoked them, so it was alright for Aaron to as well. He could do anything his dad could do.

Maybe some things he could even do better, he thought before falling asleep.

[bobman]

Great story! I can't stop reading it. The characters really speak.

[msman]

Good story but I have a feeling that the boy will become arogant ungreatful person.