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Father and Son Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Beardbear

The end had come to another shift and with it another day was drawing to a close, though typically Mason found the end of his days to be late at night. Today had brought an earlier retail shift and he'd managed to get off before the sun had set. Long orange streaks of light speckled the sky and for the first time in a week it wasn't wet when he emerged.

Mason sat on a bench outside of work, massaging his sock clad foot. With size fifteen feet, it was hard to find shoes that supported him for eight hours of standing, walking and light jogging. Mason was twenty eight years old and a little over two hundred and fifty pounds. Despite his weight, other than a bit of belly he didn't seem very fat. He was six foot one, had broad shoulders and a large rib cage. In general he just seemed 'big' to most, though he never could look past his own belly.

One of Mason's great reliefs in his job was that they'd let him keep his light brown hair fairly shaggy and he didn't have to shave off his beard, though it was trimmed short and uniform. Another relief was that he was able to wear any kind of polo shirt he liked, so he tended to choose brightly colored shirts. Today's ensemble was an intense green shirt and black pants, easy to spot... but it seemed that no one had spotted him.

A turn of his wrist and a glance at the watch revealed that once more he had been forgotten by his ride. Mason's brown eyes were weary, but he'd still gotten off earlier than usual. There were other methods to get home. He popped his shoe back on and stood back up, took one last glance of the parking lot and then started to walk. Mason strode past the cars, stepped over the grassy divider and stepped down onto the sidewalk. From there it was a turn to the right for half a block, then another right onto the street that would take him downtown.

While Mason had hoped not to have to take the bus home, there were certain aspects about the turn of fate he liked. First was, of course, the weather. The sunset was beautiful and he was walking right into it. There was a good wind too, enough to cool him off after being over-heated all day at work. He was a big guy and put out a lot of heat normally, but he was also a very hard worker and hard work made it even hotter. But still, that was probably not Mason's favorite reason for going downtown... His favorite reason had to be the eye candy.

It took about eight blocks, but then Mason saw his first catch of the day. A well tanned hipster stood on the street corner wearing a short sleeved white shirt with a purple scarf, his black hair shaggy and his black frame glasses unnecessarily thick. It was something, but Mason wasn't in the mood for a hipster. Mason wanted to see someone a little more interesting, a specimen of maleness to sear into his mind and imagination.

Mason was gay. He knew he was gay since his senior year of high school, but nothing much had ever come out of it. He was still in the closet to spare his parents who would feel like failures, even though they had nothing to do with it. He'd tried dating a few times but had extraordinarily bad luck... and his life situation wasn't all that good either. He'd pretty much given up on dating or even the hope of having a boyfriend in reality - but reality wasn't all there was.

Without any hope of a real boyfriend, Mason combed the internet and reality for men he could imagine as his significant other. The wilder, the more alternative, the better. He'd gotten bored with jocks and nerds in his first year of college, but the bus mall was always good for a wider slice of life. After several more blocks, Mason crossed the street, approaching the large brick and glass bus mall. Before he even set foot on the block, he could see the sea of people coming and going.

Some were coming and going from work, others school, but far more were using the bus mall as a way to socialize. Teenagers hung out on one corner doing skateboard tricks, older men stood on another smoking. Mason checked his watch again, though he cringed when he saw the time. He had arrived with exactly two minutes to spare before a bus left for his house... and another would not leave for a half hour. Two minutes wasn't enough time to look around.

Mason started to comb the crowds, looking to see if there was anyone he wanted to stalk with his eyes, anyone worth a half hour of his time. There were some Hispanic thugs that seemed mildly interesting, but there wasn't a mohawk or dreadlock in sight to wet his appetite. Mason's heard started to sink and he was about ready to resign himself to the fate of returning home when he froze.

A pair of hazel eyes met his, gazing back across the bus mall. The man was tall, at least Mason's height if not an inch taller. He had a bit of meat on his bones, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds. What caught Mason's attention most was that his dark brown hair continued into a very thick chinstrap beard that continued around his jaw line. Mason felt his heart flutter and his cock stir. That... was a man worth a half hour's time.

Mason glanced at his watch and started to wander through the crowd, doing his best to look as though he was waiting for a bus even as he walked past the one that would take him home. Mason had the whole route figured out in his head. He'd walk past the attractive man, get a good look up close before he'd walk over to the next island and sit down for long term observation... if his plan worked. It usually didn't and all he got would be the fleeting glance.

A smile crossed Mason's lips and he nodded to the handsome young man as he passed, trying to imprint every detail in his memory so he'd never forget. He remembered the curl of the hairs of his chinstrap, the way the light played in his hair, and his hazel eyes nearly being amber. Mason took a deep breath and exhaled, turning to cross the cross walk. Up ahead he saw a seventeen year old with an eight inch mohawk, and while normally that would thrill him, he was completely enthralled with the otter he'd passed. It had become his fantasy.

Mason turned and moved up the second island, finding his way to another bench. He sat down and looked back to where the man had been... but was no longer. Mason's smile faded. It always happened that way. The person he was trying to watch would inevitable head in the other direction, turn away, get on a bus or in a car... It was a bad plan. Mason knew he'd have to come up with a new one, one that didn't lose sight of the guy in the first place.

"Mind if I sit here?" came a silky voice. Mason turned, seeing it was in fact the handsome young man. Mason's heart skipped a beat but he shook his head.

"Not at all." he replied. A truth at last. The young man sat down on the bench close enough that their hips brushed. While Mason was dressed for work, the young man seemed to be in more casual wear. He had on dark brown cargo pants with puffy pockets and a loose purple t-shirt that hung low enough to reveal curls of chest hair. Similarly, Mason's shirt collar was unbuttoned low enough to do the same. Mason flushed a bit, feeling over-stimulated. He swallowed a bit, deciding to take advantage of his situation.

"So where are you headed today?" Mason asked. The young man smirked.

"Nowhere fast. Just killing time for the most part, looking around to see if anything interests me." he replied, looking Mason over. The amber eyes drank in the shaggy brown hair, the well kept beard, the bright colored shirt that hid the curve of the older man's stomach. Then the eyes went lower before coming back up, "What about you?" he asked.

"Just heading home from work." Mason replied, though he too had been looking around for what interested him.

"I like your beard." The younger man said out of the blue. Mason blushed a bit more but grinned.

"Thanks, I like yours too. I just wish..." Mason paused. The younger man chuckled.

"Wished what?" he asked. Mason shrugged.

"I wish this world wasn't so hung up on conventional looks. I hate having to keep it this short, I'd just grow it out if I could." Mason admitted. The young man grinned wider.

"Now that'd be hot... I think you should." He replied. Mason said nothing, caught off guard. In his experience he'd found few guys that were that hot and gay... It was an unheard of combination. Mason blushed a bit more before grinning.

"My job won't let me do that sadly, but maybe someday." Mason replied. The young man reached over and rested his hand on Mason's hip.

"Sometimes things are more important than jobs... and you can't be afraid to explore possibilities." he said before his hand slid across Mason's lap. Mason felt the blood rush to his face, turning beet red as the fingers of another man began to massage the groin of his black slacks. It wasn't long before Mason's cock was isolated, fingers sliding up and down. Mason breathed in deeply.

"I-I-I don't even know your name..." Mason whispered. The young man smiled.

"It's Caleb..." he whispered back before he leaned over, his lips coming to press against Mason's.

In that moment, Mason felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. It was his first male kiss... and it was in public. Anyone that knew him might see him and bring his world crashing down, reveal to everyone that he was gay, tell his parents... but Mason didn't care. It felt perfect. Caleb's lips were soft, his skin amazing... and the feel of that chinstrap beard tangling with his trimmed beard was divine.

Mason felt bad that he wasn't more experienced with kissing, but the only waiy to gain that experience was to try. He kissed and slurped and worked at it, tilting his head a bit. He shut out the rest of the world and gave into the kiss. Caleb grinned wide at his partner's eagerness, his tongue darting into Mason's mouth. Mason tangled his tongue with the other man's for a long moment. Minutes passed, busses came and went. People walked around them but Mason didn't know if they were disgusted, envious or ambivalent. All he knew was that it was perfect... but at long last they parted, gasping for breath a bit.

Caleb moved to rest his head on Mason's shoulder, panting against his neck softly before he inclined his head, his lips coming close to Mason's ear.

"I want you to be my daddy..." Caleb whispered. Mason was confused but he didn't want to quash the idea. It was the first and best kiss of his life with another man. He wasn't going to throw that away.

"Your daddy?" Mason asked, wondering just what Caleb meant.

"I want you to be my big, strong daddy... Let your beard grow out, watch over me, keep me safe... And I'd do anything for my daddy, anywhere... If you want me to suck you off on a bus or in a bathroom, so be it..." Caleb whispered. Mason shuddered, taking another breath.

"You'd do that... for your daddy?" Mason asked. Caleb nodded.

"I'd do anything for my daddy." he whispered back before he started to move. Mason wasn't sure at first what was going on before Caleb straddled him and came down, their groins touching. Caleb wriggled his hips, starting to grind against Mason. Mason groaned as his cock went rock hard.

"My son..." Mason whispered back. Caleb beamed with glee before they resumed their kiss, frantically making out. There were only seven years between them, but in that moment they had adopted the roles. Mason imagined that Caleb was his son, that he'd brought him up to be as masculine and hairy as possible, devoted to sex... and Caleb imagined Mason as sex incarnate, the ultimate male role model. Their lips tangled and saliva spilled from one mouth to the next. It was the start of an amazing relationship. ****

Caleb's apartment had all the makings of a bachelor's pad; pizza boxes, stacks of gaming consoles, opened Netflix envelopes and a sink full of unwashed dishes. What set it apart, however, was that typically there were two occupants. Mason and Caleb had grown quite close and Mason spent as much time as possible with his 'son'. A soft chuckling came from Mason as he looked into Caleb's hazel eyes.

"I don't think I can get any more down... I'm full." Mason said. Caleb ground against Mason some more, holding a thick, greasy piece of meat lover's pizza in his hands.

"Oh come on dad, I'm sure you can do it..." Caleb said. Not wanting to let his lover down, Mason gave in and began to eat up the pizza. His teeth chewed through the crust and cheese and meat, his lips glistening. A few bits dribbled down into his thicker beard. It hadn't been trimmed since the day he'd met Caleb, though it had already added up to being put on probation at work. Mason gobbled down the pizza to the crust, the bits of garlic and cheese powder sticking to his lips.

As Mason swallowed, Caleb leaned in and kissed Mason again, grabbing his father's head, tangling in his hair. Mason grunted happily, wrapping his arms around Caleb's back, pulling him around his belly. In the weeks since meeting Caleb it hadn't just been his beard that was growing, it was his belly too. For years Mason's weight had been completely stable no matter what he did, but now he was packing on the pounds... and yet somehow, he seemed taller too. When Mason had met Caleb he'd been an inch shorter, but now even without shoes they were the same height. Caleb slid his hand up under Mason's shirt, trailing his fingers through the hair covered belly, playing with the rotund flesh. Mason sucked on Caleb's bottom lip, groaning gently. Caleb continued to stroke Mason's hair, though it seemed to be more of a contemplative act.

"Your beard would look even bigger if you shaved your head." Caleb said.

"I bet it would, but... wow, I've never even considered that look before." Mason murmured. Caleb grinned.

"Why not?" he asked, starting to slide down from Mason's lap.

"Well, I guess... even if it started thinning, I thought I looked younger and more friendly with hair." Mason said. Caleb began to unbutton Mason's pants before dragging the zipper down.

"You don't need to look young or friendly anymore... You're my bad ass dad, a man who doesn't care about anything other than gratification." Caleb said, drawing out Mason's fat, thick cock. His fingers wrapped around the meat before sliding it up and down. As the skin pulled back from the head, a rich and savory scent escaped, filling the air. Caleb leaned in, his tongue dragging up slowly, slurping at the meat before his lips spread around it. Mason's back arched and he groaned, a hand moving down to tangle in Caleb's own youthful hair. His lips curled into a deep grin as he thrust his hips upward, sliding his cock into his 'son's' mouth.

Mason imagined himself with a shaved head, looking bad ass. Maybe he'd get a motorcycle too, complete the look and really make his son proud. He'd be a real bad ass kind of a dad... He groaned in bliss at that idea, fucking Caleb's mouth more and more, giving into it bit by bit. Caleb continued to suck Mason off, feeling him adopting the persona, unaware of all the changes around him. Bit by bit, reality itself was shifting to match their fantasy. Caleb already knew his ID card had changed... Caleb Whishaw, the same surname as his dad. He was bending reality to his whim and he couldn't have been happier. ****

The buzzing of the trimmers filled the bathroom as Caleb finished up, drawing the whirring blades across Mason's scalp. The last of his brown hair had flaked to the floor below, leaving a surprisingly well tanned, smooth scalp behind. Then, right by Mason's now pierced ears, a thick and bushy beard started, growing longer and thicker the further down his cheeks the hair descended, flaring out by his jaw bone and fanning wide. Mason's mustache had no longer been trimmed, either and seemed to be threatening to obscure his mouth completely.

Caleb brushed the shaved hair off of Mason's shoulders, though the flesh there was hairier than before too. All of Mason was. Caleb traced his fingers across Mason's hairy chest and then his rotund, thick belly before reached up to pet Mason's beard. Mason gave Caleb a lewd, hungry grin. He loved the attention, the affection and being so damn manly. He looked back at the mirror, at his handsome body. He did look older and more in charge.

Mason was about to head out of the room to get some more food when he noticed Caleb kneeling down before him, working at the only garment he was wearing, his boxers. Mason was surprised as he hadn't thought of the bathroom as that exotic, but then again... they had just revealed his manly scalp. Mason reached down and pet Caleb's hair, watching his son get so worked up. Caleb slipped the button through the hole and opened the boxers wide, watching the long, thick shaft emerge from its hiding place.

Caleb licked his lips slowly, looking up at Mason, knowing that this was the moment, the final moment that any barrier would keep them disconnected. With great anticipation, Caleb leaned forward. His hazel eyes seemed to glimmer with an amber light as he began dragging his tongue up and down that meaty manhood, slurping at the loose flesh around the head before his tongue plunged inside, collecting every musky scent and morsel of left over sperm. He teased the slit and then his lips pressed around the head.

Mason groaned, tipping his head back. Caleb was very skilled at giving head, but it had never felt this good before. His fingers anchored in Caleb's hair, holding him there, drawing him forward and back inch by inch. Caleb sucked and slurped, drawing in the shaft and the heat, but in a way he was drawing more in. Ever so slowly, Mason's face seemed to change and mature. His skin seemed a bit more weathered and tan, his fingers grew more caloused. The faintest of lines Mason had on his head deepened just a bit. It wasn't much, but bit by bit he was looking a year older, then another.

As his face matured, the rest of his body strove to catch up. His muscles began to firm and harden, his chest thickening. Mason grunted deeply, pulling Caleb tighter around his cock, feeling even more posessive, more powerful, more adept at commanding his son. Caleb moaned and murmured around the cock, the vibrations stimulating Mason even more... but Caleb wasn't just moaning from the oral. He could feel his father becoming old enough to actually have sired him at the start of puberty, he could feel his own chromosomes shifting bit by bit to match... and he could feel his father ready to blossom into his final form.

A sudden surge ripped through Mason's body, feeling almost like an orgasm. Mason's jaw dropped open and he gasped, panting hard before he let out a loud moan. The hair on his face began to tingle and throb, feeling like an extension of his erection. The hair above his lip began to push out, curling down over the lip, extending further and thicker than ever before. The sides of his mustache grew even faster, descending past his lips like a frame, draping over the rest of his beard.

Mason growled and grunted, panting hard, his heart racing. The beard continued to grow, hair pushing out of his cheeks and chin and jaw. It flared out from the sides and descended down across his neck. In moments it reached six inches in length, then eight, then twelve... and there was no end in sight. It dropped down past his pierced nipples, then the beard hit the curve of his belly. The beard followed the slope of the flesh, angling out and looking even wilder.

After several breaths, Mason forced himself to open his eyes and look at his reflection. For a brief instant he was shocked and confused, but the reality set in soon enough. The beard didn't seem out of place. That was his mane, his crest, his beard... He'd been growing proudly for years, never trimming or shortening. It was a badge of masculinity as a father and he hoped one day his son would have a beard just as big as his.

Mason slowly looked down at Caleb, watching the young man's mouth stretch around the cock, taking it deep until his face disappeared into the thick bush. Mason looked at Caleb with new eyes, feeling so strange that he had ever considered the boy to be a new acquaintance... This was his son, his boy, his progeny. He'd had Caleb when he was barely more than a boy himself, but they'd grown and changed and now they were both hot, fantastic men... and Mason was so in love in every way.

A thick hand came down and caressed Caleb's cheek with great affection and Caleb felt his heart melt. He had succeeded, he had created a father for himself... and he could feel their lives rewriting bit by bit. They'd played legos, playstation, skating... and as they matured, they matured together. Caleb slowly pulled off his father's cock, though as he drew back there seemed to be no end to the length. Inch by inch, Mason's cock seemed all the bigger.

After nearly fourteen inches of shaft, the thick, round head popped out. Mason groaned, looking at his veined cock bobbing and bouncing there in mid air. Caleb licked his lips slowly before he turned around and looped his fingers under his waist band, drawing his shorts down slowly. Mason watched with hungry eyes as Caleb's round, hairy ass was exposed. His position left his cheeks parted, his pucker quivering in the open air.

In Mason's mind it was almost simple math. There was one hole and one shaft... It had to be filled. Mason moved forward, tracing the head of his large shaft between the cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, only his cock oozed out its own juices, wetting the pucker, preparing the way. Soon Mason's hands grabbed onto Caleb's hips and he began pushing forward, penetrating Caleb.

Caleb felt so safe, so loved and so complete as Mason pushed into him and came around him. He loved that his dad was so tall and so big and so hairy and so horny. He could brag to all the other guys that he had the horniest, sexiest dad ever. He moaned loudly as he felt Mason's huge shaft enter his body, sliding deeper and deeper. Mason growled in bliss as well, feeling so very possessive of this life he remembered creating, as if their whole lives had led to this moment.

He pumped in and out, back and forth, grinding and grunting and moaning. Each thrust pushed Caleb forward and back, rocking him with the power of it all. Mason basked in it all, in his own dominance and masculinity, in his son's perfection. He tilted his hips a bit, increasing the friction as he pumped into that ass over and over again.

"Caleb, you're such a hot fuck... My perfect son." Mason said, meaning it deeply and truly, claiming Caleb as his own. Caleb had been waiting so long to hear those words, to have a father, to be loved. It was nearly enough to push him over the edge, though he didn't want to ruin the moment. He began to clench and tighten his ass, his colon latching on like a milking machine. It began to tug Mason's cock in deeper, causing the man to call out in lust.

"I love you too dad, you're the best father any boy could ever have." Caleb grunted and groaned, lowering his head, panting and drooling as he was filled. It wasn't long before the head of Mason's shaft found Caleb's prostate, bumping the organ through layers of flesh, sending out waves of pleasure through Caleb. Caleb shuddered and shifted, his fingers digging into the teal bath mat outside the tub before he lifted his head and howled out into the heavens.

Mason could hear the sound of cum hitting tile, but even more he could feel his son's ass milking his cock, fluttering with orgasm, his entire body attuned to the pleasurable release. Knowing he had brought his son that much bliss, Mason tilted his head back, let out a roar of pleasure and his huge, thick cock began to pulse, spraying hot and thick cum deep into Caleb's ass... but even with the orgasm, Mason kept thrusting. His cock churned the cum like butter, working it deeper and harder, his cock coated in it.

For many minutes more Mason worked at his son's ass, claiming it and filling it, but at long last Caleb collapsed onto the bathroom floor. Mason pulled back, his fourteen inch cock popping out, glistening with sperm. Mason grunted as he sat down, looking at his cock like a monument to masculinity, amazed with just how big he was... but he wasn't the only one looking. Despite his exhaustion, Caleb had opened his eyes, spotting his father's cum soaked cock... and it looked delicious.

Caleb turned around and crawled over to his father, his ass still leaking cum before he leaned up, nuzzling the base of Mason's rod. Caleb smeared cum over his lips and chin, some strings of semen getting in his chinstrap beard before he licked his way back to the head of the cock and began to slurp once more. Mason groaned, his cock extra sensitive from having just orgasmed... but Caleb was very good.

Caleb savored the salty, heady taste of his father's seed before he went deeper, taking several inches into his mouth and then throat. With an oddly practiced ease, he tilted his head and let Mason slide down deeper and deeper. Mason roared with surprise and bliss at that, his hand caressing Caleb's head. His only regret was that he couldn't see his son's distended throat wrapped around his meat.

Mason's shaft offered up a few more spurts of cum before he collapsed backwards, laying in a heap on the floor. Caleb continued to suckle and nurse from the thick rod until it had been licked clean. He crawled up around Mason's hip before he laid down, using his father's beard covered belly as a pillow, closing his eyes. Mason lifted one hand, draped it over his son's shoulder, letting it linger there before he passed out from sexual exhaustion, feeling like the luckiest man on the planet. ****

The street noise was palpable. Cars honking, cell phones blaring, bus engines rumbling... but inside the huge truck, Mason heard nothing. He leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the steering wheel as he moved along. His thick beard cascaded down across his chest and stomach, nearly obscuring Caleb as he sucked his father off while driving. Mason felt like the king of the road. His life had reshaped itself completely with new memories and new attachments. He had new, burly biker friends. He owned a shop specializing in the needs and desires of masculine men. His new life was nearly seamless... nearly.

As Mason drove past the bus depot, something tugged at his perceptions. He felt a desire to look, to see who was there, to scope out all the men. He wasn't sure why at first, the events of his entire life had rewritten themselves, but still there was some faint inkling. Mason pulled over slowly to the curb and put the truck into park. Mason's eyes surveyed the crowds, looking at the thugs and punks and skaters. None of them were as sexy as his son, so why was he looking?

Mason's questioning was interrupted as he groaned and shuddered, filling Caleb's mouth with cum. Caleb's cheeks bloated out and he savored the earthy taste before he took a gulp, then another, licking his father clean before he slid off and licked his lips. Caleb neatly buttoned Mason's pants back up, though they remained quite tented. Caleb looked at his father and then looked around, trying to figure out where they were before he paused, his eyes widening.

Caleb swallowed a bit. He remembered meeting the pleasant, shy, closeted gay young man... but Mason shouldn't have remembered. Mason had a new life, new connections. He'd probably never even had a need to come to the bus depot before. Caleb felt worried, almost scared that it would all fall apart. He didn't want to lose his father, not after everything had come together perfectly. Caleb took a breath.

"What are we doing here?" Caleb asked gently.

"I don't know... I was driving and I felt like pulling over." Mason paused, looking at the men out there, "Do you ever feel lonely being an only child?" Mason asked. Caleb was startled for a moment but then slowly grinned.

"You mean... you want me to have a brother or two?" Caleb asked. Mason chuckled at that before nodding.

"I wouldn't want to deprive you of attention, but at the same time you need some boys to watch over you, to protect you, and when I'm busy you should still have some fun. You're still a horny bastard like your dad." Mason chuckled. Caleb licked his lips slowly.

"I think that's a good idea, we can build a big family... You're manly enough to have lots of sons." Caleb said, leaning over, his hand petting Mason's huge, thick beard. Mason groaned at that before he leaned over, his lips pressing against Caleb's. Mason kissed Caleb with gusto, their tongues wrestling and tangling in a wild embrace.

Caleb felt his heart flutter as he thought of the opportunity. It was better than his wildest dreams. He'd just wanted a connection to this world, a father, a past, a history and a relation... but now he had the chance to make an entire family. Caleb's eyes gleamed a brighter yellow as he kissed his father, feeling the magic surge through him, throbbing and aching... just like his cock. His manhood stretched and grew, filling out fuller.

The sexual energy spreading out from the truck had a palpable effect on the men in the bus depot. Some felt an inopportune erection hardening in their pants, others looked at other men in a different light for the first time in their lives, and two teenage boys flung themselves at each other, kissing each other frantically. None of them knew why, none of them knew it had all originated from a very new breed of incubus sucking off his father at the end of the block.