Man of the house

Hi there. My name is Gary Warren. If it's okay, I have a story I'd like to share with you guys. The story of how my son became the man of our house, and of how I began to take on the role of his woman. 

I am a white british man who stands tall at 6ft 6 and have a solid muscular body. My hair is chestnut brown and my eyes are so dark they are almost black. My face has a strong well defined jawline and I have soul patch style beard. You could probably say I'm an attractive man, but it's never something I really noticed that much.

I was a man of traditional values. I spent most of my life believing that the men of the household should run the home and provide financial security. The women? their role was to make sure the chores were completeted and that the men were taken care of. It may sound outdated, but I want to be clear that I wasn't wasn't a sexist person. I fully understood the value of a good woman and knew that they were not to be taken for granted. 

I knew how I thought the world should work, and what I wanted out of life at a young age. So, at the age of 19, I decided to start becoming the man I wanted to be and set out to find a job.

As luck would have it, my older brother set up a small IT company and offered me a position working with him. The company did exceptionally well and expanded much quicker than we had planned. Before I knew it, I was making more money than I could count. The success was great, but I didn't have anyone to share it with, and that got pretty lonely.

I might have only young, but I knew I wanted to find a dedicated relationship. Maybe I didn't need to rush into things, but I didn't see the point in waiting to find my own happiness. So the next week, I went on my 1st date with a girl I met in the park. Things went okay, but I knew she wasn't really what I was looking for. 

I went on a few more dates, but quickly realised it wasn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped. Just as I was about to take a break from the romantic world, I met a woman in a bar called Sarah. The attraction was instant and we fell deeply in love at first sight. I proposed after 3 weeks then before I knew it, it was a year later and Sarah and I were married with our first child, Marc. 

I loved Marc with all my heart and raised him as my passion project. I always made sure he worked hard and gave him the time to learn the expectations of his role as a man. He akways listened carefully to my words and learned every lesson I taught him for 17 happy years. 

Then, it happened out of the blue, at 9am on March 22nd. Sarah was killed in a tragic car crash.

Unfortunately for Marc, Sarah's passing couldn't have a worse time for him. His mum passed away just a week before he was due to leave for his new life in college dorms. Stiken with greif, he decided he was going to put his education plans on hold.

It wasn't long before I fell into a deep depression and eventually couldn't even face work. Things hit me harder than I ever would have imagined. The house got into a shameful mess and after some time, the bills began to pile up. We got into real trouble fast, and I didn't know what we were going to do. 

Marc reached out his uncle and explained everything to him over E-mail. When my brother understood how bad things were, he offered Marc a lifeline. If he was willing to work hard, he could have a well paying position at his company. And just like that, at only 17 years old, Marc became the new breadwinner.

Marc took the job with one condition. He told me that if I couldn't be the man of the house, then I was to take the role of a woman. It would be my job to do everything Sarah did for me. If I wanted to keep a place in this home, my only option was to earn it.

As Marc was now making the money, my only choice was to listen to what he wanted. So that's exactly what I did. 

I began to prepare all the meals and clean the home on a daily basis. I would tend to the garden and pay all of the bills online. Things were very different than before, but everything had worked itself out. It wasn't the life I chose for myself, but I had come to accept things for what they were. Then, just as we had found our rhythm, everything took a turn on Marc's 18th birthday.

The day started as normal as expected. I woke up early to make Marc's breakfast and I ironed his suit for him. We spoke about what he would he doing today at work and I send him off with a hug. I spent the rest of the day deep cleaning the bathroom and baking Marc a cake to celebrate his big day.

I was just finishing serving dinner when Marc came home. He was tired and pretty irritated from a long day at work. Having so much pressure at such a young age was effecting him and it broke my heart to know I couldn't fkx things for hom

I did what I could and  welcomed Marc back home with a kiss on the cheek and a big hug, as had become our daily routine. I took his coat for him and brought him to the table to eat. 

When he finished, I brought out the cake and gave him a large bottle of Whisky to celebrate. Marc thanked me and poured us both a glass before be served us both up a large slice of birthday cake.

We drank together for a few hours and remembered Sarah together. It was nice to talk about his mum and express how me both still loved her dearly. Eventually, Marc began to feel the drink and decided it was time he went to bed. I wished him goodnight then began to clear the pots, readying the kitchen for tomorrow. 

When it was about 10pm I called it a night myself. I walked up the stairs and just as I was about to get into my bed, Marc shouted for me to come into his room.

Curiously, I walked in to meet his voice. What I saw nearly knocked me out cold. Marc was sat naked on top of the bed with his dick in his hand. I couldn't believe how big and thick it was. I knew Marc was a man now, but he was still young. Still, it had to have be the biggest dick I'd ever seen, easily 9 inches and incredibly girthy.

'Shit, errr, sorry son' I stuttered as I panicked and turned around to leave.

'No, dad. Don't go. I want a birthday kiss' Marc slurred, he was clearly drunk out of his mind. 

I stood there for a second not really knowing what I should do. Marc probably didn't even know where he was, I'd never seen him so clearly out of it. I guessed if all he wanted was a kiss for his birthday, I should probably just let him have it.

I walked over and kissed him on the cheek, but he turned his head instantly and met his lips with my own. Shit...that was awkward.

I nerviusly wished Marc a happy birthday and turned away to leave, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed with him.

That's when he said it. The words I will never forget. 'Dad, you do a good job around here as the woman of the house. Thing is, I'm a man now and I have other needs that I'm gonna need you to start meeting'.

Marc then took my hand and held it on top of his massive dick, letting out a large, pleasure filled moan.

I felt myseld freeze in place, caught stiff in total shock. I couldn't believe what was happening. What the fuck was I supposed to do here? 

Marc took my hand and wrapped it around his juicy meat, then began to move my hand up and down.

I wanted to pull away but my body refused to move away. I just sat there, letting Marc move my hand along my sons massive shaft as he got himself off.

Marc played with himself, using my hand, for a few minutes before he leaned into my ear and whispered 'go on dad, suck it. Be good for me and listen to the man of the house'.

Marc began to push my head downwards and before I knew it I was eye level with his sticky precum covered monster. 

Although I knew this was wrong, and I didn't want to obey, I knew Marc had only learned this way of thinking from me. It was my fault he expected this and ultimately my responsibility to fulfil his wishes.

With a deep breath, I took Marc's dick and held into to my lips. I then opened my mouth and began to suck him.

His dick tasted slightly salty and was warm in my mouth. I had tasted a dick before, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Wait... was I enjoying this?

Marc held my head down and caused me to gag on his meat, but I didn't stop him. Before I knew it I was actively trying to take his full length down the back of my throat. 

Wait. Shit. I was liking this.

Marc grabbed my hair and pulled me back to his face, telling me to spit his precum into his own mouth. I nodded my head and did as he asked.

I looked Marc directly in the eyes and asked him 'is...is this good for you, son?'

He nodded his head, then grabbed me and threw me directly onto my back. With hunger in his eyes, Marc told me to pull my knickers down.

I slowly pulled down my boxer shorts and opened my legs wide. Fuck. I was really getting horny now. I couldn't believe it, I had never been considered myself gay or even thought about being with a man...but I wanted this and I wanted it badly.

I took Marc's hand and pressed it onto my untouched arsehole 'you can do whatever you need to, Marc'.

Without waiting a moment, Marc dove head first into my arsehole and began to lick it like a hungry animal would raw meat. My whole body shuddered in a way I had never felt before. Fuck. 

I took my hands and opened my hole as wide as I could. Marc responded my pushing his face harder into me, making out with my tender arsehole. I couldn't believe it, I was on my back getting rimmed by my own son. And I wanted more.

'Shit, dad. Your hole is so good. I need to fuck it'. Marc panted heavily as slapped his gigantic dick on my willing gape.

'Yes, sir. Anything the man on the house wants' I spoke neverously. 

I had never taken a dick before, nevermind one that was so big. I was scared of its size and worried it would hurt...but that wasn't about to stop me. I took a deep breath and started to push Marc's dick inside me.

I felt a stinging pain as Marc pushed himself deeper into me. 'Shit Marc, no it's too big. Take it out'.

I struggled a little and tried to move away, but Marc pinned me in place and out his hand over my mouth.

The pain started to go away, and as it did, it was replaced by an intense sexual pleasure. Before long it no longer hurt and I was writhing as I was overcome  with an orgasmic high.

Marc moved his hand from my mouth and began to fuck me faster and faster. 

'Marc, please, no more' I begged him. I couldn't take this anymore. 

Marc sped up until he was fucking me as fast as he could, his entire dick going in and out of me. He then leaned close into my ear and whispered 'shhhh, dad. Here it comes'.

Marc pulled my body into his and forced his dick into me as far as it would go. 

He roared like a lion reverbaerating through the Savannah as he threw his head back and came load after load inside me.

Marc held himself in place for a moment as he caught his breath, the room silent apart from his panting. He then pulled his dick out of my arse and told me to clean it for him. 

I got onto my tummy and looked him in the eyes, before silently sucking the remaoning cum off his huge dick. I sucked his dick clean and then swallowed it down, making sure not to miss a drop.

Marc pulled me into him and laid my head on his chest. He then stroked my hair as if to reward me for a job well done.

'Dad, you did a good. I hope you liked it, because you are going to do that every night from now on. Remember what you taught me, the woman of the house pleases the man'.

I nodded my head obediently as I agreed to another domestic duty. 

Since that day, I have continued with my role in the home. The house is always clean, the bills are always paid and the man of the house is always looked after.

I don't know if I'm gay, or if I'm in love with my son. I know Marc enjoys everything I do for him and all of my needs are met in return.

Looking forward, I don't plan on changing anything and I think Marc is content too. Whatever we have, things work for us and maybe that's all that really matters.

The end.