A World of Fantasies

I opened my door and saw right into Adam's room. He was taking off some shorts but paused to reach for the plug. He pushed it back in forcefully, and I watched as his cock bounced. He turned in my direction with this look in his eyes, and I ran down the stairs as my cock filled what little space remained in these shorts. 

It must have been my panting that kept me from hearing the moans and heavy breathing on the first floor. I didn't notice them until I was almost facing who were making those sounds. I had to walk into the living room and through the dining room to get to the kitchen, and the two people who grabbed my attention were seated in the living room. Well, one of them was sitting. The other was on his knees between their legs. 

Who I saw seated in that side chair as my younger brother, David, sucked on his cock cemented the idea that this had to be a dream. The man I saw pushing his fingers through David's new buzz-cut hair died in my world two years ago. The naked dead man was our next-door neighbor, Pastor Fedrick Keyy. He was hairy all over, and I mean all over. He was truly a bear of a man, and he started to pull my brother's mouth further down onto his dick as I stood there looking at them. 

"Are you ready for my seed boy?" Pastor Keyy huffed in grunts at David as his hips moved faster, and he held on harder to his short hair and an ear with both hands. David might have answered in agreement if he was able to make a sound at all. Until now, David had been rimming and fucking his ass behind the purple thong he was wearing. His hands found themselves on Pastor Keyy's hairy thighs as he fucked spit and pre-cum out of David's mouth. 

"Here I cum my little bitch. Swallow it all!" he commanded David as he pulled him down into the thicket of pubes at the base of his cock, that matched the dark blonde on his head. I saw David's throat as he worked on swallowing the cum, if not milking the cock that was giving him that cum, as he balled up his hands in the hair that surrounded them. 

A moment later, Pastor Keyy let go of David's head, and my brother pulled back and off a cock that matched the solid body it was attached to and dragged air back into his lungs. His eyes had watered during the face fucking, and his entire face was smeared with more than one fluid, but he gladly opened his mouth to show that he had indeed swallowed it all. 

"Good boy," Pastor Keyy said to praise David as he ran a thumb over his swollen and slightly trembling lips. 

"Enjoying the show Joshua?" Pastor Keyy asked as he now looked in my direction. 

"As if you need to ask that," David chimed in with. I looked down as I realized that I was playing with my nipples through my poor excuse of a shirt. While my cock had pushed itself free of my shorts to leak pre-cum down what little fabric I was wearing. I may have pulled it out through my waistband, but I don't remember. 

When I looked up again, David was settling over Pastor Keyy's lap, and his fingers went straight for my brother's hole. 

"Did you cum?" I heard him ask as he pushed a finger inside. 

"No," David moaned before they kissed. 

"JOSH!" Dad shouted again. 

"I'M HERE!" I shouted back as I started to move forward. I watched as Pastor Keyy seemed to rethink their position and had David stand in front of him. As I got closer, he turned my brother around and told him to bend over. That is when I saw that his nipples had piercings too. His were connected by a thin chain that rocked with the movement of his body.  

"You take any longer and you are going to get Dad mad," David told me before he laid his hands on the coffee table. I rubbed against the chair that Pastor Keyy slid out of and onto his knees to have his lips meet David's ass. I heard David's moan of approval as I finally turned into the kitchen. I grabbed onto the door frame and remembered to breathe as I took in the sight before me. My Dad was an obscene vision in white. He was standing with his back to me as he poured himself some coffee. He was wearing a white tank top that was too small for him too. Unlike David's lacy thong, he wore a white jockstrap that couldn't show off his hard ass any better. 

They lead into thighs that I wanted to feel under my own. Strong, thick, and corded with muscles that would make me feel every thrust he would be willing to give me. He turned around as he took a sip from his cup, and I felt a shiver travel the length of my body. Twice. 

It was official. Every member of my family had their nipples pierced. Dad's were bigger, and one seemed to have rubbed a hole into his tank large enough to set the nipple it was attached to free also. I moved down his body until I saw more metal. He had another barbell going through his belly button, and then there was the wide metal of his cock ring that encircled the base of a dick that was trying to break free of the pouch. The waist may have been the correct fit, but the pouch was at least a third too small for that thing which was trying to prove that it couldn't be contained when fully engorged. 

"Baby?" Dad said when he looked up and saw me fighting to stay standing by hugging the wall. He peered at me like there was something wrong. I could only guess at what a sight I must have been. I felt sexually frustrated, and this outfit had me looking like an illegal streetwalker. Hard nipples pressing through the rainbow colors of a skin-tight crop top. I didn't bother looking to see how much of my crotch was still dry. I know I've been leaking this entire time.

"Daddy," I said in a weak voice as it crossed my mind that it would be ok. This was my dream, wasn't it? Everyone around me made it seem ok. Expected. Normal.

"What is with all the clothes and being late for breakfast?" Dad asked me with concern in his eyes and voice. He raised a hand and waved me forward as he sat down in front of a half-eaten plate of food. I moved to take a seat in front of what I believed to be my breakfast of eggs and wheat toast. There was also a carton of fruit juice next to an empty glass. His comment of being overly dressed seemed to fit with everything else I've seen so far, but I didn't really consider myself dressed at all. When Dad placed his mug on the table, I heard him slapping his thigh like he wanted me to sit there. 

I looked at him and knew it would be easy to do. He was forty-five but still looked every inch the marine he use to be. He and Adam were the same height at six-five, but Adam had a little more muscle on him from all his working out. But that didn't paint my Dad as any kind of slouch. He still dwarfed my frame even if I was twenty years old and sporting this new buff bod of mine. And his cock and thighs were bigger than Adam's. That was something I was able to confirm today for the first time.

"You want me to sit on your thigh?" I asked him before I tried to and realized I misunderstood him. 

"No, I want you to sit in my lap," Dad said. "Seriously Josh, are you alright?" he asked me as he pulled on my arm to have me saddle his hips with our cocks came into contact with each other. "You are wearing a shirt and pants inside the house. You took forever to get out of bed and come downstairs. I ask you to sit with me like you normally do and you act like this has never happened before." Worry colored every word he said as one of his hands reached up to check my temperature. 

"Things just seem so different today," I honestly told him.  "I'm just trying to cope," I added on as Dad slipped his hand down to my throat and checked the back of my neck. 

"You just need to stick to your routine to get over the fact that she's gone," Dad said before he rocked into my crotch a little as he looked up into my face. She? Mom? She was the only one I hadn't seen or heard about since I woke up today. I remembered how she reacted when I came out to all of them. She had rounded us up for family game night, and I made myself say something Before we all went our separate ways for the rest of the night. 

Everyone but Adam was surprised. He said he knew since I was seven that I would want a big strong boyfriend with a big strong cock when I grew up. Mom gasped and hit him with the nearest thing she could get her hand on. That turned out to be the tv remote. Dad and David took a moment before saying anything. David offered up the information that he really did like girls, and to ask his girlfriend May if we didn't believe him. We didn't know he had a girlfriend until then. Dad stood and walked over to me. He was a little hesitant at first, but soon I was wrapped in a tight hug as he told me that he still loved me. 

I almost cried that night at how well they were taking it. Soon everyone but Mom left the room. She tried to smile when she walked up to me. Mom laid a hand on my shoulder and patted me before leaving the room herself. It wasn't as reassuring as Dad's hug, but clearly, she never saw this coming and needed time to adjust to the reality that I would never love a girl. 

She had four years' worth of time, and it was still something we never worked through. As I felt safer interacting with others like me, she became less involved with my life or knew what I was going through outside of significant life events. She never showed me hatred, but how she treated me compared to Adam or David was visibly different. At least to me.

With the unusual changes this world had to the one I came from, it's not surprising that she isn't here. It sounds like she left recently, which was just as remarkable that she survived in this household that long. 

"Fedrick is here now," Dad continued. "He'll do a good job helping me with you boys," he said across a nipple before he licked it. Yeah, I saw how Father Keyy was helping out with David. I was interested in seeing how he interacted with Adam. My rocking hips pulled me back into the here and now, and any thoughts of her fled my mind. Just like the moans from my mouth. 

"Daddy," I said out loud when I felt his cock ring press into the space between my cock and balls. 

"Yes, I'm here Baby," Dad said as he licked up my throat. "Are you ready to give Daddy his good morning kiss?" he asked me. I looked into his eyes for a split second before I pressed our lips together. The clashing of this reality, my old life, and my fantasies lit my body up in entertaining ways. 

"You are getting us both wet," Dad told me when he pulled his lips away from mine but kept our privates together and rocking. 

"Breakfast," floated out of my lips at the same moment it manifested in my brain. Of course, I did nothing to stop what was being done to me. I wasn't stupid. "Mmm," I grunted as I bit my lower lip and shifted my ass a little. 

"You should eat something," Dad also said without stopping what we were up to. At least not right away. We all too soon arrived at the point where he was holding my hips still, while he fucked me with his eyes. "Up," he then demanded of me. Reluctantly, I stood up, and he pointed to the chair I was going to sit in when he told me to sit in his lap. "Eat quickly," Dad tells me as I watch him pull his thick, damp cock free of its wet pouch. 

I was emptying the last of the fruit juice that I had poured for myself as I kept my eyes on my Dad as his breathing picked up. As I put my glass down, he slid his half-empty plate away.

"Clear the table Baby," he told me before I stood to put my plate in the sink. I stacked his dishes with mine along with my glass in his mug. I placed them in the sink and hurried back for the juice to transport it to the fridge. "Take that thing off," Dad said once I was within five feet of him. I didn't realize how stuck to my shorts I had become until I tried to pull them free of my body. Finally, I got them off and stood in front of him hard and ready. Dad stood and pulled me towards the table. He pressed my chest into the cool surface, and my piercings created a sharp clinking sound as they made contact with the table.