maybe just a blow job

Martin followed Ben to the beach restrooms. As the two got into the men’s room, Ben quickly scouted all the stalls and urinals to make sure that they were alone. Once that had been determined, Ben propped a changing table up against the door handle, preventing any more men from coming into the restroom.

“What’s all this about?” Asked Martin smugly. He put his hands on his hips, emphasizing his manly figure. He knew it was about Ben’s level of horniness in his big brother’s body, but he wanted to watch Ben squirm and explain it.

“Okay so obviously you felt my boner while I was lotioning you up...” started Ben, his borrowed stubbled face turning red explaining this to his dad.

“How could I not notice? Kevin’s dick is pretty big,” said Martin, looking down at his son’s tighty whities.

Ben’s dick twitched, “As I was saying..dad..I..I’m really horny. But if I get off with you, I’ll switch back into my body and Kevin will know that I found being him erotic,” he extrapolated.

“Well if you didn’t bring me in here to get you off then what did you do it for?” Asked Martin.

“Well, that’s the thing... ‘I’ can’t get off, but I can get ‘you’ off while I edge. I was thinking maybe I could suck you? You know, since I might wanna save my anal virginity,” asked Ben. He couldn’t believe he was asking to suck his dad’s juicy cock. If his face was red before, it was molten lava now.

“So you’re alright with pleasuring your old man? And when you don’t even get to cum yourself?” Asked Martin out of curiosity. It was intriguing to him that his youngest son could derive pleasure just from sucking dick. His dick started to swell up again.

“I’d love to, if it’s not too weird for you,” said Ben, avoiding eye contact.

Martin grabbed Ben by the scruffy chin gently and turned his head until their eyes locked, saying, “Okay, but I don’t just let people blow me. You gotta give your old man a smooch first.”

Ben felt butterflies in his stomach. He might’ve actually been more excited to kiss his dad than to blow him, and he was plenty excited for the latter. He leaned in and his lips met his father’s. Martin’s scruff tickled Ben and vice versa.

Ben hadn’t been allowed to kiss his dad since he was a kid. His dad’s facial hair felt as good now as he remembered it did then. Only, this was a real kiss. It started with just lips intermingling tenderly, then escalated to Martin putting his tongue in and wrestling Ben’s. Ben let himself be dominated by his dad. His mouth was dad’s for exploring.

After a hot make out sess, Ben kneeled before his dad. Without needing permission, he pressed his face into his dad’s underwear bulge, inhaling, rubbing the already exasperated boner. He soon lowered his dad’s briefs and started sucking.

Martin was in heaven, letting his son do whatever he wanted. He found that the boy had great propensity for oral. He doubted if he was his son’s first cock to suck, but that didn’t effect his enjoyment at all. He ran his hands through Ben’s hair to reward the boy for the good job he was doing.

Martin noticed that Ben was jerking himself off while sucking him. Every now and then he had to stop, probably worried about blowing a load and switching back to his real body, like he said earlier. Little did either of them know that Manitos would not have his curse denied, and had in fact expanded the curse.

Martin looked into Ben’s eyes, “Oh son, fuck— I’m gonna cum— agh—ohhh.”

Martin had been added to the curse, causing all three men to switch bodies. Ben went into his father’s body which he was just blowing, staring down at Kevin who had a mouth full of cock. Kevin went back to his original body, surprised but not upset to find a dick in his mouth and a hot load flowing down his thrussy. And Martin found himself in his youngest son’s body, on the lap of a boy not much bigger than his new form.