Chapter 1: Introduction
It had been a long day of fishing and as Jason returned from getting a couple of beers, Tyler noticed something a little strange “Hey dad, what’s that in the bottom of your shoe” as he left a trail of footprints of an almost pink substance
. Tyler bent down to examine the strange residue coating the sole of his father's shoe. Jason looked down at the riverbank where a faint vapor seemed to rise from a damp patch of earth. The odor was strange, something akin to a chemical sweetness.
“Damn, must have stepped in something,” Jason muttered, as he scraped the bottom of his shoe against a rock, dislodging some of the clinging substance. Tyler wrinkled his nose at the acrid scent.
"Smells like something's rotting." He looked up at his dad, "You okay? You're sweating like a pig."
Jason wiped his brow, feeling a strange heat wave wash over him. "Must be the humidity. Let's get back to the cabin, I'm beat."
As they walked back, both men had not only started to sweat but felt strange.
Jason scrapped the crap off the bottom of his shoe onto a rock near the front door, before pulling off his boots and heading inside, Tyler did the same.
As Jason flopped down into his chair, he noticed a strange sensation coming from his groin. He looked down and his eyes widened. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, unzipping his pants to reveal an enormous bulge straining against his boxers.
Tyler looked up from his own inspection, his eyes bugging out. "What the fuck, Dad? My dick just grew like three sizes!" He grabbed his crotch, feeling his own pants tighten. "Shit, mine too!"
Jason stood up, “I’m going to turn in, hopefully everything will be back to normal in the morning
." He made his way towards the bedroom, leaving Tyler staring at the ceiling.
"Fuck." Tyler muttered to himself, as he pulled out his phone, and dialed Donna, his girlfriend.
"Hey babe, what's up?" She answered, her voice warm and inviting.
"Nothing much…you?”
"Just watching Survivor " she replied “caught much?”
“not as many as we’d like, anyway, dad wanted to get away a little earlier tomorrow so we should be home by lunchtime or so ”
“Ok sounds good, anything else?”
“Umm” Tyler paused, deciding not to say anything just yet, “nah, see you tomorrow babe, love you”
“Love you too, night ”
Tyler hung up the phone, and looked down at his crotch, his cock had seemed to settle down “Thank Christ” he sighed before grabbing a beer and heading off to bed.
***
The following morning Tyler woke up to the smell of coffee . He looked down and sighed with relief, things seemed to be back to normal. Maybe a little swelling, but no erection and no pain. He slipped on a pair of shorts and headed into the kitchen.
Jason was already there, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked up as Tyler entered, a wry smile on his face.
"Morning, Son. Sleep well?"
Tyler ignored the hint of knowing in his father's voice. "Yeah, not bad. You?"
Jason nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Like a log."
As they sat down at the small table, Tyler noticed his father's hands shaking slightly. But when he looked up, Jason was grinning at him.
"You're sweating, Dad. You sure you're okay?"
Jason waved his hand dismissively.
"Just a little hot is all. Let's get this show on the road. I figure we’ve got about 2 hours of fishing before we should head back"
They packed up their gear and headed down to the dock. The air was thick with humidity, and both men felt a strange energy buzzing beneath their skin. As they cast their lines, Tyler couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
"You sure you're okay, Dad? You've been acting weird since yesterday," Tyler said, his voice laced with concern.
Jason gave him a sharp glance, his blue eyes intense. "I'm fine, Tyler. Just... focused.
Let's catch some fish."
Tyler nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. They fished in silence for a while, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the water against the dock and the occasional splash as they cast their lines.
As the morning wore on, Tyler felt a growing discomfort in his shorts again, no erection. He shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself. But it was no use. The sensation was too intense, too insistent. He looked over at his dad, who seemed to be having a similar issue, his own hands moving to adjust his crotch.
"Maybe this is a sign we should call it a day," Tyler suggested, standing up and ignoring the obvious bulge in his shorts.
Jason nodded, reeling in his line with a grunt. "Yeah, let's pack it in."
As they headed back to the cabin, the air between them was thick with unspoken tension. They dumped their gear in the back of the truck and went inside to lock up . But as soon as the door shut behind them, the dam broke.
Tyler turned to his father, his eyes wild. "What the fuck is happening to us, Dad?"
Jason leaned against the door, his chest heaving. "I don't know, son. But let’s just get back home, we can call the girls and get them to book an appointment with Doc Edward’s this afternoon ."
Tyler nodded “Yeah okay”
They packed up their remaining stuff, locked the cabin and started the 2 hour drive home .
They pulled up to the house, Megan was in the kitchen making lunch.
"Hey, you guys are back early," she said, smiling. But her smile faded as she caught sight of them. "What's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"I need to talk to you, Meg," Jason said, his voice low.
"I’m gonna head home dad, I’ll talk to you later"
Megan looked between them, her brow furrowed. "Okay, sure. What's going on?"
“Dad will explain, love you mom” he said kissing her on the cheek before heading off.
It took some time, but eventually, Jason managed to explain what had happened at the cabin. Megan listened, her face paling with each word. When they finished, she sat back in her chair, stunned. At first before leaning forward “Well I guess you should show me then, Mr John Holmes” she asked sarcastically
“You don’t believe me… fine” he said before undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor.
“Holy shit” said Megan
, her eyes widening at the sight of his enormous cock, already half-hard and leaking precum.
Jason replied. “Told you.”
Megan licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his mammoth cock. “Put it away, Jason. We need to figure out what to do.”
But Jason just shook his head, a slow, deliberate movement. “I can’t, Meg. I fucking can’t. I’ve been hard since yesterday, and it’s only getting worse.”
He stepped closer, his cock swaying heavily between his legs.
“Shit Jason, you want me to care of this for you, are you fucking kidding, you must be 12 inches long now, there’s no way I can..”
“Please, Megan. I’m fucking dying here,” Jason begged, his voice raw and desperate.
Megan looked at him for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She bit her lip, then slowly dropped to her knees.
“Fuck, this is insane,” she muttered, her hand reaching out to wrap around his thick shaft. Her hand barely fit and Jason groaned at the touch. “Fuck, Meg. That feels so good.”
Megan stroked him slowly, her hand slick with precum. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Fuck, Jason.
This is... this is huge,” Megan whispered, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, her fingers unable to meet around it. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty precum leaking from him.
Jason groaned, his hips bucking slightly. “Fuck, Megan. That feels amazing.”
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his enormous girth. She couldn’t take more than the head, but her tongue swirled around it, her hand continuing to stroke his length.
“Shit, Meg.
That feels so fucking good,” Jason groaned, his fingers tangling in Megan's hair. His hips began to move, fucking her mouth slowly. Megan gagged slightly, but she held on, her hand and mouth working in tandem to pleasure him. She could feel his cock growing even thicker in her mouth, the veins pulsing with his heartbeat.
“Fuck, baby. You're gonna make me come,” Jason warned, his voice ragged.
Megan picked up the pace , her mouth and hand working in a frenzy, determined to make him explode.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Megan. Goddammit, I’m gonna come,” Jason roared, his hips thrusting hard, fucking her mouth.
She pulled off him with a pop, her hand still stroking him furiously.
“Where? Where do you want it?” she asked, panting.
“In your mouth,” he growled, his balls drawing up tight.