Wesley Bracken
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The Virility Curse (Suggested Story)
🕑 Added 2024-02-16 17:57:40 +0000 UTCMartin had been dating Kristie for nearly three years when the truth finally came out. He knew, on a certain level, that it would have to come out eventually—perhaps he had just hoped that things would die down, and they would separate before he ever needed to tell her the truth. Martin was twenty-eight, and Kristie a couple years younger than him, and she had always wanted to get married and start a family with him. On paper, this should have been fine—both of them were successful professionals, Kristie in the non-profit sector, and Martin was an up-and-coming attorney. The rub, though, was that Martin had never wanted to have kids. He just…didn’t like them, and didn’t like the idea that his life and his desires would have to come second to a family that he’d never really wanted. They’d talked about it, and fought about it a couple of times, and so he’d made a cowardly decision—without telling Kristie, he’d gone to the doctor and gotten a vasectomy.
Sure, he should have told her, but beyond the question of the future, they had a good relationship in his opinion. The longer they were together though, the more Kristie started pressing him to make a commitment to her, and so finally, he confessed what he’d done—and she’d been furious. He supposed that he couldn’t blame her, but he also thought that her reaction was a little extreme, as she’d stormed out of the apartment where they lived together, returning only once to collect her things before moving back home to her parent’s house outside the city. Martin did feel bad—not for his decision, but for lying about it, and supposed he did deserve some of the nasty things she’d said about him. For the next few months, things were relatively normal. He was a bit relieved actually, to be back on the dating market, and this time, he knew to find someone who’s picture of the future matched his a little better, until one day, he found a strange envelope slipped under his door when he got home from work.
“You might not think of yourself as a family man,” it said, “but I think you’ll find yourself becoming ‘daddy’ material one way or another,” and that was all. There was no signature, and it was typed up, but clearly it was from Kristie, though he’d had no idea that she was back in town. He tried to call her and apologize, but got no response, and she’d ghosted him on every other chat service. It was oddly foreboding though, and the next morning when he woke up, he found that something was clearly wrong…with his balls.
He’d always had a rather modest package, an average cock, and a small set of nuts tucked up tight below it. That morning though, it was like he’d woken up with someone else’s sack hanging off his body—and definitely hanging. It was almost twice the size of his last one, the nuts full and heavy, swinging in a meaty scrotum with a dense coating of hair he’d never had before either. That, and he was horny. Hornier than he could recall being in recent memory, even as a young man, and before work, he ended up jacking off twice—and each load was massive.
He made an appointment with his doctor, but even with tests, he couldn’t detect that anything was wrong, and assured Martin that bodies do keep changing as men get older. That didn’t help Martin feel much better, and as the weeks wore on, he noticed that his body seemed to be changing as well. He was growing hairier all over, even as his hairline suddenly started to recede. His beard began growing in thicker and faster, creating a substantial five o’ clock shadow by the time he got home each evening. Soon, every time he tried to shave it, he’d have a full beard sprouting across his face within a few hours, and out of frustration, decided to keep it, even though he felt it made him look unprofessional.
Then, there was the musk. He’d never been a particularly sweaty or smelly guy before, but now, even light exercise like climbing a couple flights of stairs seemed to make him damp, and he reeked no matter how many showers he took a day. Some of the partners at the law firm had noticed and brought it to his attention, but he couldn’t seem to do anything about it. Work was hard anyway, with how horny he was all the time. He couldn’t seem to focus, and it seemed like every day he was struggling more and more with work that had been natural to him just a few months before. In the end, the partners at the firm suggested he take an extended leave of absence, and when he assured them that it wasn’t necessary, he realized they weren’t asking—they were telling him that he’d be going away for a while, and likely not returning.
Without work, he found his horniness became front and center, but worse, every woman he tried to date seemed to be repulsed by him. He didn’t know whether it was his appearance, his scent, but whatever it was, most wouldn’t even sit through dinner without making an excuse to leave. He found his eyes wandering, but not to women—towards men instead, much to his disgust. He’d never had a gay thought in his life, but now he was having wet dreams every night, thinking about fucking random men he’d noticed throughout the day, waking up to sheets soaked in his musky sweat and precum, unable to stop himself from jacking off all over again, his own musk turning him on now.
He started going to the gym as a distraction, but men there started chatting him up, and he realized too late, that they were actually flirting with him—and worse, his body was eager and excited by them as well. He could smell them, almost taste them—it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t resist, and brought one of them home with him one night. It was only supposed to be an experiment, just to see if he liked it—but he hadn’t fucked anyone since the morning his nuts had changed, and he was so excited, he pushed his cock into the man’s hole and exploded almost immediately. He flooded the man’s guts with a load of his potent seed, but his cock was still rock hard, and he just kept fucking, and fucking, and fucking for nearly an hour, shooting another load on occasion, his nuts feeling like they were stuck in a vice as they drained themselves into the man underneath him. At last, he collapsed on top of him, both of them sweating and shaking from the exertion, and it was only a few minutes later that they were asleep.
When Martin woke up the next morning, everything about him ached. He managed to get out of bed and lumber into the bathroom, turn on the light, and when he saw his reflection, he let out a gasp of surprise—he was old! Over night, he’d gone from a muscular, horny man in his late twenties, and aged into at least his 50’s. His hairline was fully receded, leaving just a ring of white fuzz around his temples, his beard reaching down to his big, chubby belly. He’d lost a good amount of height as well, and seemed to be around five and a half feet tall now. He reached under his gut, and found his cock and balls, now shriveled up and puny, his cock mostly lost in a substantial fat pad, with almost no sensation and barely able to get hard.
He went back into the bedroom, and there in his bed was the man from the night before—only now, he had nuts even larger than Martin’s had been, like he’d sucked up all the virility Martin had pumped into him the night before. He was hairy, and muscular, and tall, and his big…big cock, fuck his son had the hottest fucking cock Martin had ever seen in his life, and fuck, he smelled so damn good…
Before Martin could stop himself, he’d climbed up onto the bed, and was sucking on his son’s big cock, smelling the musky aroma rolling off his body, his mind slowly succumbing to the new reality—him, the fat bottom daddy with a useless cock, and his massive muscular son who loved pounding his daddy’s hole more than anything. With a moan, his son woke up, rock hard, and within minutes, had his whole shaft slamming into his daddy’s loose hole, Marting moaning and grunting with delight as pleasure shook him to his very core. “Fuck, that’s it my boy, show your Daddy what you can do, fuck, I fuckin’ love you so much son.”
“Fuck Daddy, I love you too,” his son said in between thrusts, before unloading deep into Martin’s hole. It wasn’t the sort of family he’d imagined, but Martin had ended up a family man in the end, and he couldn’t have been happier with the result.
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OU812
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