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My two dads (My perfect dad 19)

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.

Hey, I know you were expecting to see Jay. After all, He’s the one you’ve been chatting with, and He’s the one you made plans to meet today. But before you go out for your date, I want to take a minute to get to know you. I’m His dad, and I like to know a little bit about the guys who date my Son. Jay’s a special young man, and He deserves only the best in a boyfriend. 

Have a seat on the sofa. Yeah, right there. I’ll sit right next to you. You seem like a nice enough guy. You’re Jay’s type. So, man, where are you taking Him on your date? 

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dad to object (My perfect dad 18)

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 disappointed my Son. And for that, I am sorry. For that, I am being punished. Every hour that I lie here, immobilized and bored, is well deserved. I am my Son’s submissive father, and I must obey Him. When He says, “Kneel and be My footstool, dad,” He means now. Not in five minutes. Not in five seconds. Son deserves my full attention and my immediate, eager service. 

Now He’s going to get it. 

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Robopop (My perfect dad 17)

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.

Stud, you know I love you, and I love exploring all this role play stuff together. But I’m not sure I can wear all this gear. It looks really tight and constricting. It looks uncomfortable, and—don’t take this the wrong way, Babe—a little weird. 

Don’t get me wrong. I love the dad/Son role play we’ve been doing lately. Hell, last night when we were in bed together, and you whispered in my ear, “Hey dad, hold me until I fall asleep,” I got all kinds of chills up and down my spine. I’ve loved wearing all the plaid shirts and overalls and work boots you’ve brought home for me, too, Stud. Who’d have thought that dad/Son role play would strike such a chord with us? 

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Pledge of allegiance (My perfect dad 16)

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.

The other day, I saw a gay couple walking downtown. They were really cute. Just an everyday pair of guys dressed in jeans and polos, holding hands as they walked from the parking garage to a restaurant down the block. 

Heh. Jeans and polos. It’s been so long since I’ve worn anything like that, I can’t even remember what it feels like. Loose-fitting clothing? Yeah, that’s barely a memory for me. Once I’d earned enough money for my Son to buy me my first rubber uniform, the rest of my clothes started disappearing from my side of the closet. 

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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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