The Phantom Pheromone
Chapter 1: Jack In The Shower
Danny imagined it was another normal day with Dash intimidating him around school, his parents yelling at him about his grades, and a ghost terrorizing some part of town. As he jumped into bed that Friday, he had no idea about that events that had transpired which would change his life forever.
He woke up promptly at 7:30 am. He kicked himself for waking up so early on a weekend, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not go back to sleep. He grumpily got out of bed and headed for a shower. He should have heard the water running, but he was too tired to pay attention. He opened the door to find his father, naked, lathering himself up. Jack hadn't noticed his son walk in.
Danny's eyes widened, and he tried to bolt out before the situation turned awkward. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave. He couldn't help but to strip and surprise his father by joining. Jack's scolding and protests did not phase Danny from getting on his knees and grabbing his father's cock. Danny bent forward and licked his father's length.
Jack pushed his son off of his dick. "Daniel!" He shouted. "What has gotten into you!"
Danny was wondering the same thing. "Please, daddy," Danny whimpered, "I need you. I need to satisfy you. I have to service you, sir." Danny had no idea what had overcome him, but he knew that the most important task in the world was making his father cum. He emphatically jumped back onto his father's girth to suck and bob his head with a vengeance. He had only taken a short break from worshipping the older ghost hunter to slap himself in the face with his father's meat as he moaned, "Daddy, I really love this dick. Please, daddy, feed me."
Jack had thrown his head back guiltily in ecstasy. He first grabbed Danny's hair to push his son off, but he couldn't help being overcome by pleasure. He looked down at his child when Danny had taken the break, but he could not help himself when he saw his cock slapping Danny's face. He caressed the boy's face before pushing Danny's head back onto his rod. Jack had never gotten a blowjob this amazing, and it had been a while since the last time he got off. The older man was painfully hard, but Danny's mouth and hands had been taking care of his meat without a break.
"Oh, Daniel…" Jack moaned, overcome with lust. "Suck my dick!" Jack had grabbed Danny's face and held him at the base of his rod. His son took this opportunity to flick his tongue as much as he could while sucking in sharply as if his life depended on it.
After the young halfa's father released his grip, Danny did not move from the base of Jack's length. Rather, he started to twist as he continued sucking and flicking his tongue. Jack felt his legs going weak as he grabbed the shower wall for support. Danny was hard as well, but he refused to touch himself while he focused on his mission. The hot water poured onto his back as he was worshipping. One of Danny's hands trailed to Jack's sack, and Danny soon followed with his mouth by kissing. Once Jack heard Danny's long inhale of his ballsack's scent, they both knew they were close.
"That's it son," Jack groaned, "make your daddy cum."
"Please sir," Daniel whimpered, "I need to drink you. I must."
He starting sucking with a new vigor that Jack had not even fathomed as possible. Within seconds, his father had shot waves of cum down the younger boy's throat. As soon as Jack had ejaculated, Danny felt himself overcome with waves of pleasure. Danny's whole body shook as he swallowed the older man's seed while releasing his own. Danny blushed knowing he had not even touched himself.
"Oh, Daniel," Jack had moaned with his head tilted back. As he came down from the high of unleashing his load into his son's stomach, he helped Danny to stand up. Jack knew it was wrong, but he leaned forward to kiss his son. Danny happily, almost greedily, kissed back. He had no idea what compelled him to suck his father's dick in the shower, but he could only think about the intense joy he got from pleasuring his dad.
His father broke the kiss. "Danny, what made you do all of this?" Jack asked, with concern and guilt evident.
"I… I don't know, daddy." Danny replied. He had no idea why he kept referring to his dad as daddy, but for some strange reason it felt right, as if he couldn't imagine calling Jack anything else. "I just really needed to relieve you. You've just made me the happiest I've ever been in my life. Thank you, daddy."
The halfa knew that he was talking weirdly, but his head pounded when he tried concentrating on it. Hearing his son's words, though, had given Jack a little relief from the guilt and shame he felt.
Jack finally realized how close they were, with their soft dicks rubbing and wet chests pressed against each other. He pulled away from his son. "Look, Danny, this is wrong. I should not have let you even start. In fact, I should have locked the door in the first place. Now I have no idea what to do. Maybe it's best that we forget about today and continue normally. If you are into men you should embrace that, but you shouldn't embrace it on me."
Danny wanted to scream that he was not gay. He wanted to agree with his father and forget about everything that just happened. "Daddy," he heard himself start with a sultry tone, "I need you. I will always need you. Please let me take care of you, sir." That was not what he wanted to say. "I will always be here to relieve you, daddy."
Danny finally felt that he could take control of his body. Before he said anything else embarrassing, he stepped out of the shower. Danny quickly covered himself with a towel and ran to his room before his father could say anything else. He wondered what had gotten into him. He had never expressed interest in anything of the sort, let alone in his father. Though, as he thought about the event that had just transpired, he could not help but feel accomplished. He also urged for his father's dick again.
He opened his closet to wear the same outfit he always wore, but the array of clothing had been altered. Danny's underwear had been replaced with black, sheer thongs. His shirts looked the same, but they were slightly smaller and shorter. His jeans had become dark blue, skinny jeans. While he examined his wardrobe, his head started to pound again. Reluctantly, he escaped the throbbing pain by putting on the new outfit. As he inspected himself he the mirror, he had to admit that the outfit was not so bad. In fact, he could not help but love it. The pants grabbed his ass invitingly. When he lifted his arms, or did anything really, his shirt rode up to expose his soft skin. He knew the outfit made him seem a little slutty, but that thrill had completely controlled his mind.
His thoughts then travelled back to blowing his father in the shower, and the words he had said after. His face turned red as he remembered begging for his father's cock and semen. He needed to get out of the house and away from the embarrassment of being near his father, for a while. It was still too early in the morning for his friends to have been ready to hang, so he decided to go for a walk to clear his mind.