He’s always been a daddy’s boy

Buck awoke thinking that the events of last night were just some wild sex dream. His body stretched and he soon noticed that he was in the wrong room...his son’s room.

Buck instantly realized that last night wasn’t a dream. He saw his son Pete flexing in front of the full length mirror in the room. Sure enough, his 18 year old son had all of his body parts from the neck down. He was clearly turned on exploring his dad’s muscles and other sites. A huge boner tenting in the boxers he was wearing.

“Hey dad, you’re up! I swear I didn’t do this,” said Pete, feeling like he was going to be in trouble.

“I know you didn’t. It was your uncle Rolf and his pervert son,” said Buck, getting up from bed and heading next to Pete to check out his new body in the mirror in the light of day. He was so small next to his son now. And worse, he felt attraction for his son and his newly shuffled bodies.

“Uhh, dad? I think you had a wet dream last night,” Pete pointed at a wet spot on Buck’s dinosaur briefs.

“Oh for fucks sake! Look at what your little faggot body did in my sleep,” Buck said about the wetness. He knew it was actually from him jerking off while feeling his son’s now muscular body against him last night, but he couldn’t bare to tell Pete that. “And what’s up with these boys briefs your body was in when we switched??”

“Sorry dad.. it’s just that men’s briefs tend to be boring and patternless.. and you know that my body tends to run on the smaller side. Well, your body now I guess,” said Pete.

“Well we are gonna get our bodies back to normal and you are never wearing this pervy shit again!” Said Buck, trying to maintain his authority.

Pete put his large hands to his hips, “No, dad. I’m an adult and I choose to wear whatever I want. Maybe I’ll even buy some sexy underwear that fit my new size.”

“You little!—,” started Buck. He had tried to raise a hand to smack Pete, but Pete pushed him down onto the bed and restrained his wrists.

Buck tried not to be turned on by his son pinning him to the bed, but he could feel Pete’s much larger junk meshing into his own through their respective underwear. Despite himself, Buck’s little pecker got rock hard.

“Aww, look at that. Your faggot son got you hard,” said Pete, grinning profoundly. His dad’s masculine face was flushed with embarrassment.