Go out with me.

"Hey, Dad, will you go to a beach party with me? As Kate Upton?"

Walter froze; several responses came to mind, and then he smiled.

"Looking to feel like an alpha male?"

"Dad, don't make it weird."

Walter blew out a hot breath, causing his chest to heave. "Oh, I get to make it weird? Your mind is locked on these ideas."

He cupped his breasts with his hands and walked over to Peter, displaying them.

"You want me to rub them in your face?"

Peter put his hands up in defeat but couldn't speak before Walter interrupted.

"I'll go. This could be an interesting experience."

Peter dropped his jaw and ran over to hug Kate, squeezing her bust against his chest.

"Oh, thank you!"

"Hey, easy tiger," Kate said, feeling small in Peter's arms.

Peter placed her back down and took a step back. Walter turned away, displaying the perfect rear end.

"What a fine trunk," Peter muttered.

Walter stopped. "You have no self-control... maybe I should..."

Walter paused in his retort to look over his shoulder and see the firm set of buns he was now sporting. He spanked himself to watch them jiggle.

"Damn, she does have a fine ass."

He turned back to Peter and saw the modest bulge. Walter just shook his head; his son was sporting a fine erection. Not huge, but a fine one.

"Not another word, son, but I can see why you're losing control. Not enough blood is going to your head."

Peter blushed and made to cover himself. Walter chuckled and pulled the hand away. His own delicate hands felt the stiff rod through the shorts.

"A girl should know what she's dating."

"Fuuuck, oh that isn't—"

Walter released and started walking away. "Let me know when you're ready. I need to freshen up."

Peter gasped and shook his head.

"What did I do?"