My Life as an Incubus

Chapter 4

Brand New Threads

“Okay so please, just to reiterate, what happened?” asked Justin, we were all home, both my dads are acting like actual dads for once; trying to figure out what happened and help me through all this shit.

Justin was lying on the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose with his left hand while he used his right hand palming the top of his head massaging it. While Vance was pacing back and forth.

“I told you; I got asked by the waiter, fucked him, then suddenly all hell broke loose once I got fucked, I didn’t know that my powers would make everything happen that way,” I explained a second time, a bit exasperated, “I thought shit like this happens a lot for us?”

They comically looked at each other; then at me.

“No, it does not!” they both exclaimed. Which earned them both a confused look from me.

“I mean sure you get the run of the mill effects like getting gawked at, hit on, and groped,” Justin continued, “but this is unusual, an entire building just went hog wild to an orgy.”

“The building isn’t even full of gay or bi men,” chimed Vance, “I know the bartender, straight as a whistle, but there he was slumped on your back!”

“The Arab guy?” I asked.

“Yeah, his name is Malik; good bartender but grouchy worker,” answered Vance.

“Wait I thought you said that gay, straight, or bi; those guys would agree to fuck me easily?” I asked recalling what they said at the club.

“I mean yeah to an extent; but I was exaggerating,” Vance said sitting down on the sofa by Justin’s foot.

“This is perplexing,” Said Justin, “unprecedented; your birthday truly is a special one this year.”

Justin and Vance looked tired, good looking tired though; I guess that time at the club got them rejuvenated considering they looked amazing. Yet that still makes me wonder, what happened at the club to warrant all of that? What does this mean for my daily life if I cannot control any of it all.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do any of this.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” Vance agreed, “I just-we just didn’t realize this is gonna something else entirely,” he reasoned looking weirdly at Justin. Justin stared at him then got wide eyed.

“Fuck no!” Said Justin, sitting up.

“I’m just saying we might need his help?” Vance said pivoting to Justin who looks visibly in shock, “we don’t know what’ll happen next, we haven’t seen shit like this at all!”

“No, we can handle this!” exclaimed Justin standing up to get in the kitchen grabbing a box.

“Justin!” called out Vance, he looked at me in disbelief, “Can you believe your dad?”

“What exactly are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Nothing!” yelled Justin from the kitchen.

“Come on Justin stop being so stubborn!” Vance said now slumped on the sofa.

“Who are you guys talking about?” I asked again, still confused about all this.

“It’s- “Vance tried to answer but Justin came into the room with a devil’s food cake, adorned with lit up candles and of course saying, ‘Happy 18th Birthday Nathan.’

“Blow the candles and make a wish!” said Justin, presenting it on the table.

I looked at him a bit weirded out. I took a deep sigh; this normally is his way of saying to drop it, he’s done the same for years. Asking about who our “parents” were. We had photos of my so-called parents – who I’m guessing are basically strangers – in a box, yet they never spoke about them at all. Only saying that they’re gone. I just thought maybe it was because they too were still in pain from the “loss,” but I guess they couldn’t come up with a believable lie to me.

Taking a deep breath, I blew all the candles in one go, earning a cheer from Justin.

“Thanks Dad,” I said with tender affection.

Justin’s eye welled up and he tried to hide his tears, but he couldn’t, and he began tearing up, I stood up to hug him, Vance or “father” cocked a smile and hugged Justin from behind. We sat down and ate the cake, watched movies, and just slept in the living room. All of us were just happy we could be a family of sorts.

[Maybe a sex scene here]

When morning dawned, I woke up first, while my parents were still cuddled on the sofa. I got up to brew coffee and started making breakfast. They both joined me and helped as we also cleaned up the living room.

“Well since yesterday’s outing was a bust, why don’t we go somewhere tamer?” Vance proposed while munching on some pancakes, Justin was in the middle of eating then looked back at me.

“Out of the question!” Justin said with intensity.

“Come on babe, let the boy have some fun!” retorted Vance.

“He had his fun!” replied Justin.

“Yeah, and then some,” said Vance sniggering.

“This is no laughing matter, his powers are awakened, and he doesn’t seem to know how to use them,” Justin said staring down his plate.

“He won’t be able to control it if we can’t guide him properly,” Vance said trying to console a visibly upset Justin, “I know you feel guilty, we should’ve been there for him yesterday, but we didn’t know all of that was going to happen,” said Vance stroking Justin’s forearm.

“I just don’t know about that,” Justin said after a deep sigh.

“We will be there the entire time,” assured Vance, kissing Justin so tenderly to seal the deal. Justin broke the kiss and smiled gingerly as I made an awkward face at them. They both chuckled then got back to eating.

“We could probably get you some new clothes?” he said looking at me, “we won’t let you out of our sight this time.”

“What if something happens again?” I asked, unsure, if going out would be a good idea.

“Then we will be there to help,” Justin said looking at me, “I promise, and I’m sorry about last night, we didn’t know your power would be something else entirely.”

“You could say that again!” joked Vance which earned him a giggle from Justin.

“We just need to lay low for the time being,” Justin said as Vance muzzled his neck, “and a shower perhaps.”

“A deep clean shower,” said Vance in a gruff muffled voice as he nuzzled Justin’s neck, “a ‘very’ deep clean,” he whispered in deep voice as they made out. I got out of my chair to clean up my plate. My boner clearly hard from watching my own dads be so sexually open to me.

Both stood up and started hurrying upstairs as their own cocks lead the way, soon I was hearing the faint sound of the shower running. I cleaned the plates and got up to shower myself, but the opened door of Vance’s bedroom invited me as the sound of flesh pounding echoed through the walls.

Vance noticed when I reached his door, he smiled at me, then flexed his right bicep as he continued pounding into my dad, like Christian Bale in American Psycho. I smiled back but I decided that enough sex for now. I left them alone and got ready.

When I did get out of my shower theirs was running again, I guess they got too into it. I got dressed or barely dressed; my shirts were so tight, stretched out against my Adonis like body and my joggers too while creating a very obscene print of my flaccid cock.

“Well guess we don’t need to buy you any muscle shirts that’s for sure!” teased Vance as I stepped out my bedroom door, followed by Justin whistling a heckling tune.

“I mean maybe yeah, but I feel like this shirt is gonna rip so please let’s buy something stretchier, “I replied then the left arm ripped, “Oh shit.”

That earned them both a laugh, but Vance had a different idea and just ripped both shirt arms off, “there much better, and Hell show the guns!”

I flexed my biceps, and Vance playfully slapped my shoulder, then wrapped his arm around me as we headed to the car. We drove about an hour and a half to get to an outlet shopping center. It was on the outskirts of the city, only connected to the highway. The entire place wasn’t as busy. Which brought some relief to me knowing that whatever is happening won’t affect anyone at all.

“Let’s start with that one!” yelled Justin as he pointed to a preppy store.

“I’m not gonna start wearing suits to school,” I said as he started talking about what I should get.

“I mean why not?” He asked, “anyways you could probably use some new ones anyways.”

“Alright but I can’t afford anything from there,” I told them.

“You don’t really have to worry about money for now,” Vance said flashing a credit card, with my name on it.

“Wait what?” I asked perplexed, grabbing it from his hand, “really?”

“That’s only for necessities,” Justin reminded as he parked, “and yes really, but you’ll still get your weekly allowance, you might want to find a job if you want more money though.”

“I’m good with that!” I said as I hugged him once we got out of the car.

“You’re going to college soon and we might as well start you on the right foot,” Vance said as we walked inside the store.

We were greeted by a couple good looking attendants, one was a guy somewhere around five foot eight inches, cute face, might be my age, he had soft caramel skin, and the clothes he’s wearing still showing off the beautiful well-built body underneath.

The other guy was somewhere his late fifties, as tall as me, but very herculean, built like a linebacker, his pants stretched on his thunder thighs, with matching ass hanging like a wagon, and his chest bulging through his shirt. I couldn’t feel but get a semi just looking at both men.

“Hello gentlemen!” greeted the muscled Adonis, “I’m Tyrone, this is Connor, how can we help you men today?”

“We are looking for a few items for this young man here,” informed Justin, “he’s on his last year of high school, college is coming, might need a suit sooner or later why not start now.”

“Ah, good!” Tyrone said as he directed us to a rack, “we currently have some new designs on display, of course we can tailor any of the clothes to your liking,” Tyrone eyed me up and down, “but seeing this guy he looks like he’s gonna need a few sets, do you go to Milton High?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Well actually just starting,” answered Vance, catching me on the fact that he might recognize former me.

“Yes, he’s just starting tomorrow,” interjected Justin.

“Ah, that is good to know!” Tyrone said picking up a few shirts, “my son also goes there, so does Connor,” he said directing our attention to Connor.

“Maybe you can show me around?” I asked. Connor smiled shyly. A bit cute in my opinion.

“You’re gonna do well in Milton, we live far but they have amazing programs for athletics,” said Tyrone, “what’re you 210 pounds?”

“Somewhere around that?” I answered not knowing. He directed me to a tri-fold mirror with a stand, I got on it and he started taking my measurements.

“20 inches; neck,” he said measuring my neck, Connor jotted down the number in his notebook, “you ever thought of going into football?”

“No, I prefer single person sports,” I lied which I hoped was convincing enough.

“52 inches; chest, impressive,” he said approvingly, “what kind of sports?”

“Martial arts,” interjected Vance.

“Gymnastics!” Justin exclaimed at the same time as Vance, contradicting one another. Tyron and Connor stared at them weirdly and I just made a ‘what the fuck was that’ at both.

“Oh, which one is it?” asked Tyrone as he continued to measure my wrist, biceps, and shoulders.

“I did both!” I said getting both the staff attention again. Tyrone asked me to raise my arms.

“32 waist, that sounds good!” Tyrone continued and he seems like such a sweet guy. I did feel a bit of my pheromones maybe hitting him as his breathing got deeper.

“50 hips,” he said gulping down, I got a bit wide eyed when I felt that lust I felt yesterday.

“Alright last one,” Tyrone said bending over, earning all four of us men to stare at the pronounced muscled ass. I then saw Justin wide eyed at me as he mouthed ‘control it’ as I realized my Incubus pheromones must’ve gone haywire again.

“36 inseam,” said Tyrone, his eyes a bit dreamy, and in a trance.

“Tyrone mind showing me anything for myself?” asked Justin. Tyrone stared at him then shook his head.

“O-of course,” Tyrone smiled, “Connor can you show?” Tyrone said, taking a pause.

“Nathan,” I answered. Feeling a bit guilty with his actions, he seemed like a good dad, I don’t want to ruin anything, especially his marriage.

“Nathan, to our dressing room?” he continued as Connor led the way.

“You’re gonna like Milton high,” said Connor. I felt something else from him too, he’s affected by my incubus abilities too. I can sense his horniness.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, I mean you do have to watch for idiots of course,” he said chuckling.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Not to scare you but there was this guy, right, he was caught jerking off in the gym locker room, there was this idiot on the other hand who took a video of this guy,” he explained, my ears perked up knowing who he meant; me.

“But now this guy put it on TikTok and then of course it unraveled, and it became an entire thing,” said continuing as he opened the door to the dressing room with his key, “you can put your clothes there,” he said pointing at the chair.

“What happened then,” I asked.

“Oh, none of my friends don’t know yet but we will find out soon enough,” he said, “the video probably got sent to everyone at school, I heard there was a big hunt for who the guy on the video is,” he stopped talking once he saw my bewildered look and went back to his quiet shy self.

 “But you don’t worry about anything, you’ll be fine,” he said meekly as he left me on my own.

My heart was beating so fast I could almost feel myself puking. I don’t know how long I was left on my own, but I guess my burgeoning abilities suddenly encircled me because once Connor came in, he felt the sudden rush of it, leaving him weak in the knees.

“I-I-I have some shirts and p-pants for you to try,” he stuttered, leaving the clothes on the hanger rack, “j-just let me know if y-you need anything.”

He left in a hurry, like he couldn’t get away fast enough, and I tried to calm myself. Taking deep breaths and focusing on what’s now. I couldn’t help but feel restless anyways and my anxiety just overflowed once again. Knowing there won’t be any way to figure it out right now, I got started on trying the pairs of pants first.

“How am I gonna do this?” I asked myself about going back to Milton high, but I guess Connor was on the other side and thought differently.

“D-do you need any help?” he asked peeking inside; I was wearing a jockstrap and because I was midway through getting undressed, he saw my spectacular ass and started visibly sweating and gulping down his drool.

“No, I-I think its fine,” I said as I started putting on the first pair of pants, he stood there awestruck, as it stretched over my thick ass, but the waist was a bit loose on me a bit.

“I-I think the butt – back, back part is f-fine,” he said stumbling on his words. I couldn’t help but feel nice about his awkwardness, especially since it’s because of my body.

“The waist seems to be a bit loose though,” I said, fingering the extra fabric around my waist.

“Oh, that is fine, you can wear a belt with it,” he said pushing his glasses back to see better as he stepped to check out how much adjustments they could do, “we might be able to adjust the waist by a couple inches.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” he said almost like a whisper. My dick was throbbing hard knowing he wanted to worship me.

He was touching the waist, ‘fiddling’ around with it, he tightened it, and I could feel the very pronounced globe my ass shaped to that tightness.

“Just a couple inches,” he whispered again, the double entendre making me smirk a bit. His short stature against my own and the warmth of his cock pressing on the back of my thigh as he stepped closer made me almost delirious.

I couldn’t really control myself anymore and slid off my pants myself. He got down on his knees and I saw my reflection in the mirror blurring as my eyes turned heavy once the touch of his tongue reached my hole.

For a nerd he was an expert. I don’t think I was his first jock to fiddle around with for sure. The way his tongue probed inside me, swilling side to side then darting with pulsing rhythm like matching the beat of my own heart. I couldn’t help but make oohs and aahs as he ate me out like I was meal to be savored.

His wandering hands helped make an impression as he fondled my thighs as he dug his face even deeper. Like he’s reaching for my prostate with his tongue. He then reached for my abs, gently caressing the washboard muscles inside the shirt. He soon found my pecs and he started kneading them like I was a bitch, I flexed them, and he then pinched my quarter sized nipples.

“Fuck,” I whispered quietly, trying to not arouse any suspicion but I know I’m on borrowed time. He stopped playing with my chest and then I opened my eyes once again and saw he was then jerking off his cock, a cock impressive for someone so short in my opinion. It was almost the size of my own cock but thicker.

Compared to his small body it looked so erotically unnatural. Like he was afflicted with priapism and the way it dripped with bountiful precum made me want it inside me. I couldn’t get my eyes out of it as he drowned in the meaty crevasse of my ass, he was jerking it frantically. I had to stop him because I know I want to get fucked by this nerdy guy.

I took off the shirt and got out of the pants wrapped around my ankles now stained with Connors saliva and precum. He looked at me with heavy lids. Waiting for my next move, I guess what I did next really made him happy.

“Fuck yes!” he whispered as I straddled him and pointed his gigantic cock inside my boypussy.

“OOooh,” I whispered to myself as the thick mushroom tip entered me. I slowly sank down, my ass meeting his pubes. He exhaled a heavy breath as he felt the warmth of my ass, enveloping his cock with a vice grip.

He closed his eyes, fully laid down as he used his arms to move my ass up and down his steady cock of a pole. I moved with the rhythm he wanted. Gyrating on his cock side to side, mimicking the way his tongue invaded my hole a few moments ago.

We were both in silence, only making a couple of moans and whispers of encouragement, the only noise surrounding us was the jazzy tune that was playing in the store and of course the wet gentle slapping of our bodies against one another.

He pulled out of me, my ass letting a popping sound, and earning a groan of disappointment from me.

“I wanna mount you,” he whispered to my left ear, he then got me on my chest, hands to my back and ass up. What I didn’t anticipate is the idea of this little guy then stepping on my face with his right foot and then mounting me like I’m some kind of common whore.

Taking deep breaths to make sure I didn’t make any noise and groaning as he dug deep inside me thoroughly. The way his cock reached so deep and massaging my prostate, made me go wild with lust. His foot also added to the eroticism of submitting to someone who would be called less of a man for all his skinny stature, but his stature didn’t matter in this moment, his gigantic cock, his manly dominance, and the way he’s making me his bitch made me drool on the carpeted floor.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,” was all that came out of my mouth as he then pounded down my ass four times, leaving the tip then smashing in with all his length, in full force, like he wants to disturb the silence we were both trying to maintain, to show that I was nothing but a whore to him and show the world that I was his whore in this moment.

I felt his dig so deep that he penetrated my second ring, he stayed and held that position as we both took a deep breath, he took off his feet off my face and bent over to kiss the redness it left on my skin. Fluttering kisses like apologizing for his insolence. Yet he just started to fuck me deeper again, my second hole plying to his wishes as it adjusted to his invasion.

I was near delirious with his deep fuck strokes that I made louder guttural sounds. Inviting the company of Tyrone, who we both heard knocking on the door.

“Hello, is everything okay in there?” he asked, probably sensing my pheromones drown the entire store like last night at the club.

“Hey, Tyrone, I think I found something I like mind showing me some stuff,” Vance said loudly trying to get me out of my trance no doubt, but I didn’t care. The sound of fainting footsteps left me and Connor to our privacy as he pummeled deep into me, his hands on my waist, and all his weight fully thrusting down as he truly mounted me like a dog mounting a stallion.

“I want to see your face,” he whispered, and I gladly took his cock off my ass. The wet squelching of his cock popping out and my gaped hole was what I saw when I looked back at the mirror.

Getting on my back facing the ceiling, I slightly raised my head to see the damage this nerdy brute made of my hole, I made a ‘Y’ of my right fingers as I spread my hole. Connor then collected some spit and slowly let it drop down as it went in without problem.

“Fuck,” he said as he started eating my gaping hole. His tongue has no resistance this time. His cock meanwhile was slapping my face, I then started sucking on the tip, savoring the taste of my own pheromonic ass juice and his sweet precum.

My throat then adjusted as he slowly fucked my face, his cock gliding through with resistance but only because of the slow phase we were both in soon I was gagging on his cock after five minutes as he fucked my face hard, snot coming out of my nose, and tears running down the side of my face. I loved it, the rush of it all, flooding my brain. His fingers were soon probing my ass, he was fingering my prostate, making me moan on his cock. He liked the sensation and soon was finger fucking my hole trying to get me to do it again and again.

He got off my mouth, his cock twitching, I’m sure he was so close. he stood there, heavy lidded eyes watching my body, we both smiled at each other as I stared at his glistening cock. I got cheeky and got into a pancake position, holding my thighs, exposing my hole, I made it wink and he groaned.

He took a couple deep breaths closed his eyes then he manhandled my ass to get into position. I held up my thighs closer to my body, his hands pinning down my ankles close to the floor as he fucked my ass once again. This time he was like a piston ramming inside me with wild abandon. Staring deep into my eyes with his mouth slightly agape, taking deep breaths. I too held the same facial expression, he pooled his spit and let it drop into my mouth which I accepted and swallowed with grace.

He then kissed me deeply. With such passion, our tongues playing as my inside welcomed his probing gigantic cock. He was a marvel to behold for sure, I know this won’t be the last time this would happen.

We were in the same position for almost ten minutes then he kissed me deeper than he did before and came inside me, he was moaning in our kiss and so was I. His cum filling my guts a torrent of cum. Overflowing as he continued piston fucking my hole. The wet gushing sounds made me cum myself. Unleashing on my abs.

Our heavy breathing, as we broke our kiss, smelled so musky. The scent of manliness. Wrapping ourselves in it made me want more. He looked so exhausted. Like he has not had any sleep. I felt sorry for all of it, but I felt great knowing I drained his cock anyways. I smiled at him and kissed him.

The euphoria didn’t last much when the reality set in for him. He frantically untangled our body, getting dressed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He exclaimed as he put on his pants, I did the same, “I’m so sorry!”

“I-it’s fine,” I assured him as I clenched my hole tight. Trying to keep as much of his cum inside me.

“I think I know what you could get and like, we could probably deliver it to you in three days if you want,” he said staring down, probably embarrassed as hell.

“I like these ones,” I said pointing to several clothes that were still on the hanging rack, “if they come with matching jackets, I’d like them too.”

“Okay thank you,” he said meekly as he took those clothes. He got out and I got freshen up trying to get everything seem like nothing happened. Putting on my tight shirt and getting out of the room.

Justin and Vance were nowhere to be found. I browsed the store while a still recovering Connor showed me some more items, cufflinks, shoes, and suspenders. I got a few here and there knowing both my dads would probably be okay with it.

Then Justin popped out of the door that says staff only, Connor didn’t seem to notice or probably tried to ignore it. I got a bit shocked wondering what happened. Soon he was followed by Vance who adjusted his cock through his sweatpants smiling as he approached me.

“What did you guys do to him?” I asked Vance, Tyrone then joined Justin as he helped my dad pick up a few items from across the store.

“Nothing,” sniggered Vance, “we just took him to Paris,” he playfully answered as we headed towards Justin, who also looked satisfied with the ‘service’. The idea of that daddy of a man submitting to my young-looking dads just made me wish I could’ve joined as well, but my ass is sore and full of cum like Tyrone’s meaty ass sure is too.

“S-see you next time Sirs,” stuttered Tyrone, looking a bit flushed, his brown skin gleaming with a small bit of sweat. Justin picked up the tab and ran his card through while Connor meekly looked at me. His puppy dog eyes, wanting me to smother him in my embrace. He almost ran straight to the back room, hopefully my brothers were more careful to keep the secrecy of ‘Paris’ between the three of them.

We then got out and headed outside for another store. I looked back through the glass and saw Connor walking out from the back room, with a paper detailing which clothes I was getting. But I can also see Tyrone eyeing down the growing snake that just pummeled my ass inside Connor’s trouser. I’m guessing Connor found out and will be swimming in beefy daddy ass from now on.