Still just Jack Dickinson

The great shift turned the lives of so many people completely upside down. In some ways, my family was lucky that we were affected ‘differently’ by the event. For one thing, Shift scientists had paid to study our case for a couple months after. They reached no conclusions, but we got paid bank.

Let me explain just what makes our family’s case so different. For one thing, the four of us only swapped between each other. You may be confused now because I told you I’m still Jack Dickinson. Well I only wish I was still 100% Jack Dickinson. You see, each of the four members of my family were home during the shift and we each traded another our genitals.

I got the short end of the stick, literally. I had ended up with my little brother’s smaller cock and balls.

My little bro was happy, of course, ending up with our dad’s big schlong. My mother had my penis. She was taking it the worst and had actually been in therapy sessions daily since the event. She wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as my father and had been showering with a blindfold.

My dad wasn’t happy being the odd one out with a vagina. He always considered himself a man’s man and took pride in his hairy muscular build and big package. Now he’d stopped wearing sweatpants around and couldn’t even use the urinal with the other fellas.

My dad must be too embarrassed to masturbate with his new anatomy. I know he’s still horny though, because sometimes I see him rubbing his legs together under his jeans. Particularly while my little brother and I are walking around the house semi naked. I can’t blame him, I check out my little bro Tim’s big package every chance I get. I’m not afraid to admit that it’s made my new little dick very hard from time to time. What surprises me is how often (i)I’m(i) the one he’s checking out.

It’s a pretty normal night. Tim at a friend’s, mom at therapy. I went to my room to jerk off my acorn when this is what I beheld,

“Son, you can tell me to leave if that’s what you want, but I haven’t gotten off in three months...I was thinking maybe you’re the perfect size for a beginner like me,” said Dale, my dad.

I never cared for vagina, but the rest of my dad’s body was reading male. And it was super hot that my own dad was asking me to fuck him. If he’d ended up with mine or my brother’s penis, he’d just be jerking himself by his lonesome. Now my masculine dad had a craving for penetration. My penis grew to it’s full four inches.

I climbed over dad and slapped his opening with my dick. He moaned, “Oh yeaaaah, just think of me as a hot girl or something.” He closed his eyes.

“I don’t want to. It’s hotter to think of you as my dad. My dad who wants to be pegged,” I said.

“You little punk,” he said, looking up at me again.

I stuck my penis in and dad moaned girlishly.

“Okay, never mind. That feels really good. I don’t care that I’m your dad. I want your little pecker to jackhammer me till I cum,” said dad with an intense look of enjoyment on his face.

I pumped him as requested and was shocked when his big arms pulled me in for a make out session. He was practically inhaling my tongue, like he wanted to be fucked in the mouth too. I started pushing my tongue in and out while I fucked him. I used my hand to stimulate his clit while I kept humping as powerfully as I was being driven to. It wasn’t long before my dad looked me in the eye and we orgasmed as father and son.