A daddy’s boy returns home

Now that you were in the town with nothing more than a measly two gold and a pair of silk underwear, you had to decide what your next move was. It was enough gold for a room at the inn and a hot meal, but that was a short term solution to a long term problem.

There was really only one good option, but it was kind of wild. You thought that you might be able to get a position as a live-in farm/smithy hand for none other than your own father.

You were sure that there was no way your father would recognize you in your current form. People don’t age backwards, after all.

You already knew everything about running your father’s farm and smithing business. If he gave you a chance to prove your metal (pun intended), then maybe it wouldn’t matter that you were some beautiful pervert boy dressed only in underwear. Maybe he’d give you a shot.

As you strutted your way through town, to the far side where your father’s farm was, many people stared at you. A lot of horny men copped a feel on your backside as you walked by. Some of them were younger than you, not that they would’ve known that.

You got to your father’s farm house. Your little pecker was a stiffy from the warm welcome of all of the townsmen. You gave yourself a minute reprieve, allowing your boner to subside.

You knocked on the door and waited. Your father soon answered the door with a curious look on his face. Perfectly understandable when a half naked stranger was on your door step.

What you didn’t expect was this absolute vision before you. Your dad was only 14 when he and his late wife had had you. This made him 50 by now. His hair was white and cut short like yours. He had brown eyes which seemed to catch light and sparkle. His beard and mustache where full and white as well. He had clearly been working hard today, as he was currently shirtless and sweating. His body was ripped with muscles.

You never remembered your dad being this sexy, but then again, you grew up only having those feelings about women. You had the strangest desire to be held in his strong arms and suckle the hairy nipples on his meaty pecs. You shook these disturbing erotic thoughts from your head to brace yourself to make a case for why you should be in his employ.

“Well boy, what is it?” Asked your father. His eyebrow was cocked looking at your ‘outfit.’

“Hello sir, I’m new to this town and looking for gainful employ,” you said.

“And what is it that you do?” Asked your father reasonably.

“I’m a prostitute for male clients,” you said. You told yourself that you were only saying this to explain your lack of attire, but the truth was that some part of you wanted your dad to demand sex in return for room and board. “But I also know how to tend animals and run a forge.”

“Well, you’ll have to prove yourself. After all, it’s not every day that you meet a young man who prostitutes for other men but can also run a forge. But, I could use the help. And I appreciate your forwardness. Follow me,” said your dad.

He showed you the forge, which you already knew intimately but hadn’t seen in over a decade, and tasked you with creating an item worth selling. You knew that with your body’s drastically reduced strength and muscles that you had to pick something small. You decided on a dagger.

You worked away flecking iron and feeding the forge while your dad scrutinized. At one point while you were fanning the flames he got behind you and put his arms around your arms, his chin on your shoulder and his hips lined up cupping your ass.

“This is the proper form for fanning,” said your dad, inches away from your ear. A shiver ran down your spine despite how hot it was at the forge.

He guided your arms through the motion with the bellows. Your dad’s large hairy hands eclipsed your smooth ones. You could feel his fat cock between your buns, even through the fabric of his trousers and your underwear. It’s not like he was erect, but he was so big in the pants that you couldn’t help but feel it, and like it.. you had never noticed what a thick cock he had before.

The rest of the process he let you do by yourself. When you were done you had made a splendid dagger. He inspected it and gave you this assessment;

“This is fine work. You obviously know your way around a forge. With what a runt you are, you won’t be able to make shields or swords, but I have use for you yet, boy. You tending the animals will give me time to get larger items made, and you can take care of any small orders or collecting payments.

I’ll treat you as one of my own, so you’ll eat as well as I do, and share in my profits. You remind me of someone I like anyway.”

You were so happy that your father was such a generous man. You went from having no prospects at all to a safe warm home and food.

“I’ll buy you some clothes today while you tend the farm. But uh, you don’t need to wear anything more than you are now around the house.. I mean, we’re both men..” your dad said and then actually blushed. He walked away before he could see the aftermath of you blushing harder than he was.

Your dad clearly didn’t mind seeing your young half naked body around the house, and that thought turned you on to no end. You felt so conflicted. It was already strange enough being attracted to men, and your own father no less, but also that you weren’t telling him who you were. He deserved a chance to know that you’re his actual son so that he could make a decision to not look at you sexually....and yet.. the chance of having your own father look at you this way was just too sexually fulfilling. You wouldn’t let him cross any lines... probably.

To get your mind off of things, you tended all of the animals, straightened the smithy and house, and even cooked your dad and yourself some dinner. Soon, your dad was walking up the path to the farm house.