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The uncle basement (My perfect dad 15)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

My relationship with my Son was going really well. Until it wasn’t. Over the last few months, I’d noticed He was putting less time and effort into my transformation. He used to hypnotize me every day, but lately I was lucky to get one good brainwashing session a week out of Him. I was starting to remember bits and pieces of my old life before He took me in as His submissive dad. 

He was losing interest in me. Every time I walked into the room, whether I was serving His meals or putting away His laundry, I noticed He was swiping through profiles of other guys on His phone. I tried to level up my service and take on more around the house, but O/our relationship wasn’t like it used to be. 

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Touch of gray (My perfect dad 14)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Son, I’m back from the barber shop. I asked them to dye my beard gray, just like You said. I think it turned out pretty nice, but I know my opinion doesn’t matter. What do You think of the dye job, Son? 

Not gray enough? Are You sure, Son? Looks pretty gray to me. I look plenty older than You now. No one would suspect that W/we’re only nine years apart. 

Older, Son? You want me to go older? How much older? Erm, with all due respect, Son, I think I easily look 20 years Your senior. Definitely Your bearded old man, Son. Of course I am more than happy to do anything that pleases You, Son, but what more can I do to look older? 

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Three dads in one (My perfect dad 13)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

First, you made me your flannel dad. The noise and buzz of the city got to be too much for me. I sold my condo and moved out into the country and got a job doing inventory at the truck stop to earn us some extra cash. When I’d come home after a long night shift, you’d call me into the bedroom and make me strip out of my work clothes. 

With my hands behind my head, back straight, chest out, and chin forward, I stood in silence while you inspected my body. You told me how fit I was getting, how the physical work was better for me than sitting behind a desk in a faceless corporate skyscraper. I believed you. I still do. 

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Camera roll (My perfect dad 12)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

What am I looking at, Son? Who’s this a picture of? I don’t recognize him. 

It’s me? No way, Son. That’s crazy! He doesn’t look anything like me. He’s so small and young. Not an ounce of beef on him. And what’s with that haircut? Never seen anything like that, Son. What do you even call that? A fo-what? A fauxhawk? I guess that’s what the kids are doing these days. 

Now that you mention it, Son, I guess there is a little bit of a resemblance. This guy on your phone has my eyes, my nose. Maybe the forehead looks similar. Are you kidding me, Son? Playing a joke on Your old dad? 

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A flip of the switch (My perfect dad 11)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Aw, man, why do you do this to me all the time? Why do you make me remember everything when there’s nothing I can do but sit here and dwell on it? 

Surely you’ve had enough fun with me by now. I told you, if you let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing. I’ll make something up. I’ll tell everyone I was a drug addict or I was in a coma or something. Anything, but I promise your name will never come up. 

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The dad workshop (My perfect dad 10)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

“Is this the place, babe?” 

I looked out the car window. Through the streaks of rain on the glass, I saw a rundown storefront at the end of a dying strip mall. The windows were papered over and the signage long gone, but ghosts of the lettering were barely visible above the door. An old furniture showroom, maybe? 

My boyfriend Scott grasped my thigh, giving it a firm squeeze, and then killed the engine. “This is it.” 

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Reporting as ordered (My perfect dad 9)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I am smiling, but I am not happy. 

I am exhausted. And hungry. And sore. And yet, as I look at my reflection in the locker room mirror, I can’t help but be turned on by what I see. A thick beard, meaty pecs, even the beginnings of some abs showing under my pelt of belly fur. 

Damn, I’m a hot dad. Can’t wait to show my Son this pic. He’s going to be so proud of His old man. Maybe, if my measurements look good this week, He’ll take me to Buddies for bear night and let me buy drinks for all His friends. God, I love serving my hot Son. 

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dad bod (My perfect dad 8)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

My police buddies started calling me fat. I outgrew three sizes of uniforms and ultimately couldn’t complete the obstacle course in the required time. First warning, second warning, final warning—I just couldn’t seem to drop the excess weight and get back into shape for my job. Nineteen years on the force, only one year away from retirement, and I got canned. Weirdly enough, losing my job wasn’t the scariest part. I was more scared about how my Son would take the news. 

He was so understanding. “Don’t worry, Dad,” He said. “I’ll find you a job in no time.” Then He put His arms around my belly and pulled me into a tight bear hug. Every concern I had melted away. Six months ago, back when my Son was just my boyfriend, He told me that when I became His dad, I’d never have to worry about anything ever again. 

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Favorite things (My perfect dad 7)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I still remember my old life. Sometimes I wish I didn’t, but that’s the way my Son wants it to be. He likes knowing that all my memories and intelligence are trapped inside this big, dumb body, wanting to get out but unable to. Every morning when I wake up before dawn and lay out His clothes for the day, I stop and think to myself, “What would I be doing right now if I’d never met Him?” 

I was a physicist, for Pete’s sake, tenured faculty at my university, just hitting my stride,  career wise. Another 10 or so years on this trajectory and I’d have earned myself a long, comfortable retirement. 

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Music theory (My perfect dad 6)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Author’s note: I wrote this story based on photos of a dad I personally know. I couldn’t keep the story a secret, but out of respect for this dad’s privacy, I removed the photos from the published version. But trust Me, this dad is hot. –JHW 

That’s me. Well, it was me. Things are a lot different now, and it’s hard to remember everything that happened to make me, well, who I am now. It all started when he left a few comments on my YouTube channel. 

Hey, I really like your music! 

Wow, this one’s great! Really enjoyed listening. 

Your best track yet! So good, man. 

The next day, I noticed he subscribed and then went through my uploads and liked every single one of them. The next week, he was tagging other YouTubers and driving new listeners to my channel. Every time I published a new video, he’d be there almost immediately with a compliment. This was awesome. I had a new fan! 

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