12 years of neglect (Patreon)

I slowly moved the cigarette away from my lips savoring the strong taste of tobacco that was now in my mouth, the aroma of smoking was now throughout the room, and the hot air from the ventilation of the huge mansion that was now my home warmed my skin tanned and tattooed, this was paradise, right now I wouldn't mind stomping on the magic ring my grandfather gave me and staying in my father's body... but I still had plans for that ring.

When you are born into a family that fights every day for something to eat the mornings in your father's big soft bed become a paradise, I thought I would end up hating the face of the man who abandoned my mother and me at the time When did you know of my existence?

but I was wrong, over time living with this face I learned to love him as only a son loves his father but in a twisted way, my ritual every morning began with a long section of masturbation in front of the mirror in the room where it all started, the moment when I made that wish to the strange ring that my grandfather had given me for my 12th birthday.

"I want to see my father one more time"

After putting on the ring and sleeping with the ring on my finger as my grandfather said my wish It came true, the next day after having detailed dreams of my real father's life and not that loser I called stepfather, I woke up in a luxurious room surrounded by 2 beautiful women who while they woke up were fighting each other for my morning erection, they played around with my penis until it went completely flaccid and they lost interest, it's a shame that I wasn't interested in women because I was 100% homosexual.

While they were dressed completely annoyed at not receiving my now colossal cock in their pussies I was exploring my mature and muscular body, right away I could notice my beard that was recently shaved, my blonde and greasy hair, the piercings on my nipples, the tattoos that they adorned my skin and the lush pubic hair that hid my balls that now hung from my crotch.

at that moment I must have been scared but... it wasn't like that, suddenly over and over again the cell phone that was next to the bed began to vibrate and on the screen, it showed a number that I recognized perfectly was my old number.

I felt very tempted to answer the phone and talk to my real father, dozens of movie situations occurred in my mind where father and son exchanged their bodies and learned about the problems from a new perspective... but not this time, it was 12 years of I abandon that they would not go that easy, while the girls were finishing changing I answered the phone and the first thing I heard was my effeminate voice on the phone.

I couldn't help but smile as I held the newest iPhone to my ear as listened to my father plead with me to undo my wish and return everything to normal.

-Fuck you... dad I'm going to have fun with your body and you'll stay quiet, you're going to pretend to be me as a good boy if you want to get your life back and get out of that shitty trailer before you turn 18 -

-YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME I AM YOUR FATHER AND-

I didn't let him finish, I hung up the phone and then put it on silent as I took my first steps into my new house, completely naked and amazed by the enormity of my new home, I explored the corners of my new mansion as my mature cock swayed back and forth with every step of my huge new feet.

The servants who were around the house lowered their eyes every time I entered the room, bothered by my huge cock and my muscular and naked body, without a doubt my father was a damn millionaire, and despite everything that I and my family and suffered all these years he had not even given me anything for Christmas.

I ended up where it all started in the room smelling of semen, booze, and cheap perfume from the women who left MY HOUSE some time ago and walked into the fancy walk-in closet that was the size of my old house and started fiddling with the My father's clothes, tailored suits molded to my massive, muscular figure with labels from Armani, Burberry, and Dolce & Gabbana.

The fabric was soft, cool, and much more expensive than the bank-owned trailer I used to live in. This was life, this was MY LIFE.

driven by the desire for revenge and excitement for not having solved my father's morning erection, I took one of my father's most elegant suits and threw it on the floor, with my calloused hands massaging my cock enjoying my father's unknown hands that Now they were jerking me off, after a few minutes I left my hot and oily cum on my father's perfectly pressed suit.

I was completely sweaty and tired, perhaps the resistance of an adult man was not the same as that of my 12-year-old body, but without a doubt the friction of my calloused and strong hands molded by a daily routine in the gym, the smell that my sweaty armpits and my dirty cock that gave off a bitter and powerful smell made that moment much sweeter.

I don't even know how to reverse this wish, I don't even have my grandfather's ring now, the only thing I was sure of was that I would finish this cigarette and enjoy myself until my father came to this place and begged on his knees to get his life back and that I'll apologize for all these years of neglect.

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