Chapter 1: Introduction
The heat in LA has become almost unbearable, and the old, mustard-colored bungalow that Morgan and Nate share offers little relief from the scorching sun. Morgan, who's slumped lazily on the sofa, frowns as he watches a bead of sweat trickle down his hairy chest. The flimsy black thong he wears does little to temper the heat. His eyes wander to Nate. "H-hey, kid.
Stop looking at me like that, will ya?" Morgan growls, trying to feign annoyance. Nate's eyes, however, betray a hunger that can't be contained. He's sitting at the opposite end of the room, but his gaze lingers on his father, tracing the strong, broad shoulders, and the well-defined abs that glisten in the sun. Nate leans forward in his chair. "C'mon, dad. I'm not a kid anymore.
I want what others have had," Nate whispers conspiratorially. Nate's voice snaps Morgan back to reality. "Ey, that's not how it works," Morgan replies gruffly, running a hand through his thick dark beard. "You gotta earn it; grow up, make something of yourself."
Morgan couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Nate was, after all, his only son and the spitting image of his younger self. But he has to steer Nate away from these dangerous desires.
Magical powers or not, losing one's innocence to a family member can't lead to anything good. "Besides, you've got a lot going for you," Morgan reasons, shifting his weight and making his thong ride up even further. "You don't need the powers to be the real deal."
Nate shakes his head, a stubborn look on his chiseled features. His green eyes, so much like Morgan's own, flash with determination. "That's not enough, dad.
I'm tired of being the guy that no one notices." Nate's voice is strained, and the sadness in his eyes clear. "I want to be like you, dad, someone who turns heads and makes people's hearts race." The conviction in his son's voice leaves Morgan torn. With his protective nature, he couldn't bear to see Nate hurt, but who was he to deny Nate his desires?
Morgan growls. " you're not ready for that kind of power. Plus, you're my own son. I'm not gonna just let you fuck me, we're family that's fucked up.
You gotta grow up the right way, the natural way." Morgan says firmly, trying to instill in Nate the importance of learning patience and self-control.
Nate slumps in his chair, defeated. The hunger in his eyes, though, is unmistakable. It's as though he's a young wolf pup trying to hunt down its first kill. But Morgan can't give in. "Besides, even if I were to give in, you can't handle that kind of power. It's not child's play," Morgan continues, kneading his bearded chin.
He stood up and walked past Nate to the kitchen. His godlike body glistened in the heat. The huge hairy chest, the fat bouncing globes of his well used ass , and the thick meaty cock, all a perfect tableau of dominance and masculinity. This wasn't Morgan's first rodeo. His bedpost showcased the many men he'd transformed; men that had gone on to become dominant alphas themselves.
Morgan grabbed a glass from a cabinet, poured himself a generous serving of whiskey neat. He downed it in one swift motion, cherishing the burn that coursed through his veins. Nate continued to cast longing glances in his direction.
The heavy, heated silence that enveloped the room was only interrupted by the occasional soft hum of the old refrigerator. Morgan sighed, running a hand through his dark, curly hair. He was growing weary of this continuous back-and-forth and knew that this game of cat-and-mouse couldn't continue without one of them eventually getting hurt. Picking up his empty glass from the kitchen counter, Morgan decided to change the subject, hoping to steer the conversation into calmer waters.
"You heard from those roommates of yours lately?" he asked, forcing a casual tone. Nate's shoulders sagged in relief, as if the change of subject was a reprieve. "Shawn's coming over later," Nate replied, his voice noticeably lighter. "Chris, on the other hand, still hasn't replied to my messages. He's probably pissed that my dad made him pay for breaking the window."
Morgan chuckled, happy to see that the tension in the room had momentarily dissipated.
He empathized with Nate's situation with Chris, but also appreciated the child's need for discipline. "Well, I hope Chris comes around soon enough. It's not like you to let things fester like this," Morgan said, making his way back to his previous position on the sofa.
He shifted a little uncomfortably, trying to find a more comfortable position that would ease the throbbing of his now half-erect cock. Morgan knew that keeping Nate at arm's length was the right thing to do, but that didn't make it any easier.
The thought of him being passed over time and time again, while so many others reveled in the power and allure Morgan could provide, was enough to tug at his heartstrings. Morgan glanced over at Nate, who was now engrossed in a TV show, the hunger in his eyes replaced, for now, with the light of fascination.
Morgan's gaze lingered on his son, admiring the youthful innocence and potential that shone through his every feature.
He knew that the desire in Nate's eyes would not be extinguished easily, but he couldn't bring himself to give in to the temptation. As much as he wanted to see his son transformed, he knew the importance of growth and maturity.
The old grandfather clock in the corner of the living room chimed, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. Morgan glanced at the clock, realizing the time. "Hey, kid.
I'm beat, and we got a full day tomorrow," Morgan announced, downing the rest of his whiskey in one swift motion. Nate looked up from the TV, a puzzled expression on his face. "Already? But it's not even eight o'clock yet."
Morgan chuckled. "Yes, it is. That clock over there doesn't lie," he replied, pointing to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "I've got an early shift tomorrow, and you've got classes.
We could both use a good night's sleep." Morgan stretched, the muscles on his arms flexing as he did. His eyes caught Nate's, and for a moment, the tension that had been building up between them returned. Morgan cleared his throat and rose from the sofa, intent on retiring for the night. "You coming, kid?" he asked, trying to muster up a smile.
Nate sighed and nodded, setting his attention back on the TV. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said slowly, giving Morgan a half-hearted smile.
Nate unfolded himself from the chair and moved toward his father, casting furtive glances at Morgan's impressive physique as he passed. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he did so, and he wondered whether he'd ever be able to experience the pleasure and power that Morgan bestowed upon his lovers.
As they ascended the creaky staircase and reached the landing, Morgan said, "Nate, I know this might sound harsh, but I'm doing it because I care about you.
I don't want you to make a mistake that you might regret for the rest of your life."
Nate frowned, his frustration evident. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who wants this. Everyone else seems to have moved on. I'm stuck here, unable to enjoy the kind of power and allure that comes with being transformed by you," Nate complained, his voice thick with emotion.
Morgan paused before opening his bedroom door, concern creasing his forehead. "I understand it's tough now, but trust me, the wait is worth it.
Your powers will manifest in due time, but you have to be patient. The power that comes with it is not something to be taken lightly," Morgan said as he gently placed a hand on Nate's shoulder. Nate looked up at his father, a hint of sadness in his eyes, but Morgan's soothing voice and comforting touch seemed to have a calming effect on him.
Morgan closed the door to his bedroom, and Nate was left alone in the hall.
The young man leaned against the wall, his thoughts swirling. How much longer would he have to wait before he could experience the life-changing encounter that others had gone through? He tried to shake off the frustration and sadness, but it lingered.
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Morgan slipped out of his thong, his mind still preoccupied with Nate's situation. Absentmindedly, he ran his fingers through his chest hair, occasionally stopping to feel the coarse texture.
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An hour later, Nate was sure the sleeping pills he'd put in his dad's drink would have taken effect. He tiptoed down the hall to his father's bedroom, turning the doorknob slowly, careful not to awaken him. As he entered, the creaking floorboards beneath his feet caused him to hold his breath, ensuring not to alert Morgan. The master bedroom was dimly lit by the moonlight that spilled from the window.
Morgan, lying still on his four-poster bed, appeared almost vulnerable with his muscular limbs splayed out carelessly. A soft snore escaped his lips, and his breathing was steady.
Nate let out the breath he'd been holding and moved cautiously towards him, each step deliberate and calculated, fueled by the fire of his ambition. The distance between him and the allure that Morgan offered had never felt so close yet so far away.
Nate paused momentarily, studying his father's exquisite form. Every inch of him a testament to both beauty and strength, Morgan commanded an energy that few could resist, and which Nate had craved for months. The want of it burned deep within him, blurring the line between need and desire.
And tonight, under the cover of darkness, Nate decided to take a leap of faith. The consequences of his actions, whatever they may be, would pale in comparison to the thirst that had consumed him for so long. As he assessed the magnificent figure sprawled out on the bed, he felt a sudden flutter of doubt. Will I truly be able to handle the staggering power that comes with this act, or will I succumb to its seductive allure, like many men before me?
Nate cast such troubling thoughts aside as he boldly climbed onto the bed.
The plush mattress dipped and swayed beneath him, conforming to his slight frame. The scent of Morgan's musky cologne hung heavy in the room, enhancing the carnal atmosphere that consumed him.
Gently, Nate straddled his father, mindful not to apply too much pressure. It's now or never, he resolved, reaching out to caress Morgan's rugged cheek.
The slight scruff grazed his fingertips, eliciting an unexpected shiver of delight that sent goosebumps rippling across his flesh.
Nate's heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, his pulse quickening.
Resolute, the young man lowered his head, drawing closer to Morgan, whose labored breathing deepened in response. With one hand steadying himself against the headboard, Nate pressed his lips firmly against his father's.
Morgan let out an involuntary groan, his body reacting to the intrusion almost instinctively.
Nate reached down to free his thick teen cock hard as steel, from the constraints of his sleep shorts. He reached down and placed it against his dad's big hairy ass, letting the head slide against Morgan's always slick opening.
Suddenly Morgan stirred, "wha.. what's happening..." Morgan muttered, his voice groggy with the remnants of sleep.
Nate's confidence wavered for a split second, unsure if he could proceed now that Morgan was semi-conscious, but the desire coursing through his veins fueled his determination. Morgan's body, still languid, began to respond to Nate's insistent touch. With a forceful shove, Nate pressed his cock more forcefully inyo his father's hungry hole and felt it pop inside.
"sorry Dad, I need this too much" Nate whispered in Morgan's ear, as he sheathed himself deeper inside the manly hunk of a dad.
Morgan, now moaning in pleasure rather than confusion, immediately recognized the feeling of Nate's thick cock spearing him open. While he still thought it was wrong for his own son to take him like this, Morgan couldn't deny that the feeling of being filled up was intense and satisfying.
He opened his eyes, still hazy from sleep, staring into nothingness until he heard Nate breathe heavily in his ear. "Aww fuck dad your.pussy feels even better than I imagined fuuuuck you big fucking slut