Meet the Parents (Patreon)

“Dude, I cannot stress how much I hate this part of dating.”  Adam took a long swig from his whiskey and shook his head.  “I mean, we’ve only been seeing each other for a couple months.  I dunno how long this is gonna go...why do I need to meet her folks?”  

Sam laughed at his friend’s obvious distress.  He’d known Adam for almost two decades, and though they’d graduated from college the year before, the athletic stud was having a hard time growing up.  Not that Sam could blame him.  Adam had always been top dog in their group of friends, and he was literally a big fish in a little pond.  At 6’3”, the sculpted stud towered over most of those around him and he was used to having his way. Sam could understand why he’d have a hard time letting that go to face the uncertainties of adult life where not every situation could be solved through physical means. 

Adam had always been naturally gifted when it came to anything athletic, so that was go-to problem solving method.  As he grew up, he’d filled out from a lanky youth to a chiseled wall of muscle by his early twenties.  His sculpted body was topped by an equally impressive face, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and sparkling blue eyes.  His short, sandy blonde hair matched his perpetually tanned skin, leaving him looking like he’d just walked off the pages of a catalog.  And he knew it.  Given his good looks and charm, he’d grown accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.  He didn’t see his behavior so much as “bossing people around” as much as “people giving him what he deserved.”  It didn’t help that he was an only child being raised by a single father.  Without a mother’s influence, that left Adam’s macho, womanizing streak to develop unchecked.  Needless to say, commitment wasn’t high on his list of usual concerns. 

Sam had learned early on that it was easier to hide in Adam’s shadow than to challenge his friend.  He was impressively built in his own right, but he was nowhere near Adam’s powerful frame.  He stood five inches shorter, with a lean, defined build, and  though he looked small by comparison, Sam’s toned body was packed with more muscle than most.  His raven hair, olive skin and dark features made him the second choice for all the women that failed to land with the arrogant Adam, and he was all too happy to pick up the scraps.   

Which wasn’t to say that Sam wouldn’t get just as annoyed by his friend’s domineering behavior as everyone, but dealing with Adam was better than dealing with the other bullies.  He hadn’t developed as early as his friend, meaning he relied on the blonde hunk for protection while they navigated the turbulent waters of adolescence.  And it’s not as though Adam was really a terrible person, he’d tell himself.  His friend could be stubborn and pig headed, but he wasn’t a monster.  Sam was sure that the endless stream of women he saw leaving their house every morning when they’d lived together in college would probably have a different view, but it’s not as if they didn’t get something out of it.  

“I dunno what to tell you, man,” Sam said as he shrugged and sipped his beer.  “Cost of doin’ business?  Look at us,” he motioned to their button down shirts and loosened ties.  “Maybe it’s just part of growing up.”  

Adam looked down at the tie nestled between the bulging pecs and sighed.  “Fuck...what the hell happened to us, dude?”  He pulled his tie off like it was suddenly strangling him and dropped it on the table.  “Things used to be so much easier.  Fuck a different chick every night...hang out with the boys...football…” he took another swig of his whiskey.  “Now I just sit at a desk all day getting fat and some girl’s tryin’ to nail me down.  Meet her parents?  Then what?  Move in together?  Stop hittin’ other girls on the side?  It sucks.”  

“At least you’re still gettin’ some regularly.  Some of us have to work for it.  I’ve had four dates in the last two weeks and didn’t get laid once.”  

“Women,” Adam sneered.  “They’re more trouble than they’re worth.”  

“Cheers to that,” Sam said, raising his glass in a toast.  

While the two men continued griping, they didn’t notice the man watching them from a few tables away.  He’d been listening to Adam and Sam complain for the better part of an hour.  Normally he didn’t involve himself unless he’d been called, but it had been a slow day and the men were getting on his nerves.  He knew their type well, especially since he was usually called on to deal with men just like them.  All they wanted to do was use women when it was convenient and then toss them aside when they were done.  He had nothing against people who just wanted to hook up, but men like this, who had a chip on their shoulder about it, he couldn’t abide.  If they really wanted to see what a world was like with no women, he could arrange that.  

Their were infinite worlds out there, and a select few individuals could manipulate the bridges between them.  He didn’t so much change the world a person currently inhabited, as much as he sent their consciousness to a more suitable surrounding. It was a simple thing to take their current awareness and shift it over to a parallel earth.  The two men would continue existing in this reality as they were now, but a sliver of themselves from here would be aware over there.  

He considered shifting both but eventually settled on Adam.  Not that two was more difficult than one, but it was the big blonde who was doing most of the griping.  He could see that Sam was just humoring the other man like he probably always did.  Punishment enough, the man thought.  

He focused on Adam, the room around them blurring until the hunky blonde was the only thing in focus.  Sights, sounds, smells; all other senses faded away as his target froze in place.  The big man was unaware that any of this was happening as time stood still.  The man who’d been watching closed his eyes, searching intuitively through the multiverse for the world he sought.  It was possible for him to alter their current world, but doing so brought risks and challenges that he wasn’t willing to deal with when he was working for free.  He felt the worlds flow through his fingers like grains of sand until he zeroed in on the one he wanted.  Then he gave a gentle nudge, and Adam went sailing.  

“Wha…!”  Adam jerked awake in bed, his heart pounding.  He was disoriented and sweating.  He felt out of place and didn’t know why.  One second he’d been at a bar, then he felt like he was falling, and now he was on a bed in a room that he didn’t recognize.  “What...what the fuck…?”  He fell back against the bed, rubbing his face to try and clear the cobwebs in his hazy brain.  “How much did I fuckin’ drink last...night…” He trailed off when he realized that he wasn’t alone in the bed.  “More than I thought,” he laughed when he saw Sam slumbering next to him.  His friend reached for him in his sleep, draping an arm across his chest and scooting close.  Adam wasn’t sure how to react.  It wasn’t the first time he’d shared a bed with Sam, he just didn’t have any idea how they’d gotten there.  The last thing he remembered was being at the bar.  He could almost remember what they were talking about, but it was just out of reach.  

He folded his sculpted arms behind his head, his huge biceps flexing in the process.  For someone who normally didn’t like sharing his bed, Adam was surprisingly content with Sam cuddled up next to him.  His eyes started drifting shut again until he felt his friend’s solid cock dig into his side.  

Adam froze.  He realized he was equally naked, but he was more concerned by the sudden jump of the sheets as his own large cock twitched.  Before he even knew what was happening, he was looking down at a prominent tent.  

“Mornin’,” Sam yawned, pulling closer and resting his head on Adam’s impressive chest.  

“Uh...mornin’...” Adam stammered.  His heart was pounding from a mix of confusion and unexpected lust.  

Sam looked up at him with a puzzled grin.  “You okay?  Your heart’s racing.”    

“I...uh...I mean…” Adam fumbled for the words.  Nothing about what was happening made sense but all of it felt right.  It wasn’t just the warmth of Sam’s lean body pressed against him that seemed oddly familiar, it was everything.  The way the mattress on his side of the bed sank under his weight, the smell of Sam’s cologne from the day before, the dim light filtering in through the curtains on windows he’d never seen but somehow recognized; it all felt like home.  He was stroking Sam’s back and leaning down to give his friend a peck on the top of his head on instinct.  “Do you, uh, do you remember last night?”  

Sam rolled over so that he was draped half on top of Adam’s broad frame.  “Yeah, I sure do.  We went out and you had waaaaay too much to drink,” he said, giving the tip of Adam’s nose a quick kiss while he squeezed a firm pec.  “You passed out on me as soon as we hit the bed.”  

As Sam spoke, hazy memories started to form in Adam’s mind.  He vaguely remembered stumbling home in Sam’s arms, but something other than the obvious seemed off about the recollection.  “I did?”  Adam realized that his hand had drifted down to Sam’s perky bubble.  His friend’s firm cheeks against his palm felt so familiar that he hadn’t even noticed.  He was more focused on figuring out why he enjoyed Sam’s rigid cock pressing into his thigh so much.  

“You totally left me hangin’,” Sam winked.  “Speaking of which…” 

“MMMMmmmm….” Adam let out a loud moan when Sam’s hand slid down his washboard stomach and gripped his throbbing cock.  Instead of questioning what was happening, his body went into autopilot.  Sam’s head dropped to work his mouth across Adam’s sculpted chest, sliding ever lower until Adam’s large hand drifted through his short, dark hair as he swallowed as much of Adam’s thick seven inches as he could.  “Ooohhhh….fuckkkk….” Adam whimpered, squirming on the bed.  He couldn’t believe how good his friend’s mouth felt.  Whatever was happening, Sam was blowing him better than any other guy ever had.  

Adam paused at the thought.  This was the first time a guy had blown him, wasn’t it?  Usually a...another guy did it.  He shook his head at the unwanted words.  It wasn’t what he’d been trying to say.  He was trying to think of a…Again the words failed him.  

“OOOHHHHH….fuck...fuck me…” he heard himself whine.  It brought his attention back to what was happening.  Sam lifted his head from between Adam’s meaty thighs and grinned as his larger friend clutched desperately at his blonde scalp, his massive chest heaving.  “Please...fuckin’...give it to me…” 

“I love it when you beg,” Sam purred, hefting Adam’s heavy legs into the air.  The desperate blonde was too shocked by what he was feeling to protest.  He’d never felt a need like the one he was currently experiencing before.  It was like his whole body was on fire with an itch that he couldn’t scratch.  

“Ggguuuuh!”  Adam gasped breathlessly when Sam plunged in, working deeper until his entire six inches were buried and their faces were almost touching.  Adam reached up and pulled Sam’s face down, mashing their lips together as Sam started pumping in and out.  Instead of pain or humiliation, a wave of relief washed over Adam as soon as his friend slid inside.   His untouched cock wedged between them, oozing and throbbing while he grunted and clutched at Sam’s tight body.  “Oh fuck...oh fuck...yes...yess….yeeeesssssss….” 

The part of Adam that felt like it was struggling to wake up was baffled by his actions, but the rest of him was acting as though this was all too familiar.  Strange thoughts started creeping in as they rolled and shifted position so that Adam was straddling Sam between his strong thighs and vigorously rocking his hips to work his friend deeper inside him.  Sam’s groans of pleasure drove him on, and while they did, he started to see his friend in a different light.  Sam wasn’t his friend of decades, but a more recent lover.  They’d chosen each other to be partners, and now Adam could complete the rest of his transition.  

Before he could think about what any of those foreign thoughts meant, he felt Sam tense beneath him.  His sparkling blue eyes locked onto Sam’s deep brown ones as the prone man came inside him.  Adam found himself using his hole like a third hand to wring out every last drop from his friend.  His own aching rod slapped against Sam’s firm abs, leaving a wet, oozing trail.  

“Wait...wait...don’t cum yet…” Sam panted, shifting Adam off his lap.  “Sorry big guy,” he laughed, patting Adam’s plump pecs and giving the confused blonde a quick kiss.  “Save that for when we’re at my folk’s.  You can really show ‘em what you’ve got to offer.  Fuck…” Sam muttered under his breath, looking at the clock.  “We’ve gotta hurry or we’re gonna be late.”  

Adam had no idea what Sam was talking about.  He numbly let the other man pull him out of bed and into the shower, trying to ignore his aching, blue balls.  The house around him was equally foreign and familiar.  Part of him felt like he was seeing it for the first time, but he knew where everything was.  And not just on an intellectual level, but a reflexive one.  When he was in the shower, he knew what bottle to grab without looking, and when getting dressed, he knew which drawers held what clothing before opening them.  He knew the strangely familiar house the way anyone knows a place after having lived there for a while.  

He stared at his naked reflection while Sam flitted about getting dressed.  His sculpted body and handsome face looked the same, but he something he couldn’t see was clearly different on the inside.  He’d just enjoyed getting fucked by another man, which was definitely new, and he felt like he was on the verge of putting his finger on something bigger.  

“Come on!” Sam laughed, pulling Adam away from the mirror.  “You can’t just stare at yourself all day.  Here...the red one looks good on you.”  

Adam slid the bright red jockstrap on without paying attention to what it was, noting with a rush of embarrassment that Sam was right; he did look good in it.  The bright red material popped against his tan skin and blonde hair.  It rode low in the front, with the elastic waist coming to just above the base of his cock that, along with his heavy, churning balls, filled the pouch to capacity.  The straps in back lifted and accentuated his already prominent cheeks, giving him a large, round bubble.  

“Hey…!”  He blushed and laughed awkwardly when Sam nodded approvingly and started fussing with his hair.  

“Oh, calm down.  I just want to make sure you look good when you meet them!  I know they’ll like you just fine, but the dads can be picky.”  

Adam wasn’t sure what he was more thrown off by, Sam referencing “dads” or the fact that he found himself being pulled out the door in nothing but the jock and a pair of matching tennis shoes.  He felt like he should be more embarrassed than he was to be walking down a busy sidewalk nearly naked, but it felt perfectly natural.  It helped that he saw countless other men in similar dress.  They were all well-muscled like himself, ranging from chiseled athletes to hulking brutes.  The big ones had equally huge, half-hard cocks that strained against their skimpy confines.  

The other half of the men on the sidewalk were normal, average guys.  Unlike their mostly naked counterparts, some of the men were fit, while some were heavyset.  Some were short, some were tall.  Regardless, everyone acted as if the mostly naked men were entirely commonplace.  Adam saw several holding hands or walking arm-in-arm, clearly couples, and the thought struck him as odd.  He kept thinking that he should see another type of person out and walking around.  Like before, the word wouldn’t come.  The most he could manage was “not men,” but even as he thought it, it seemed ridiculous.  Of course everyone was a man.  What other option was there?  He didn’t even realize he was holding Sam’s hand while they walked until his friend slowed down in front of a tall brownstone.  

“Okay…here we are,” Sam said nervously, turning to give Adam another once-over.  “Are you ready?”  

Adam couldn’t help but think how cute his friend looked when he was nervous.  “Are you?” he laughed as Sam anxiously paced.  “It’ll be fine,” he said, still no idea what was going on.  

Sam stopped pacing and gave Adam another quick peck before knocking on the door.  A few moments later a thin, middle aged man ushered them inside.  

“Right on time!” the man said, swallowing Sam in a hug before turning to face Adam.  “You must be Adam.”  

Adam blinked, feeling dizzy.  He’d known Sam’s father for as long as he’d known his friend, but looking at him now, he felt like he was seeing him for the first time.  His heart picked up as he stuck his hand out.  “Nice to meet you, sir,” he said, trying to sound confident.  

“Sir? Please!  Call me Dan,” Sam’s father said, looking Adam up and down as they shook hands.  His eyes lingered on Adam’s stuffed bulge.  “You certainly weren’t exaggerating about that,” he winked at Sam, who rolled his eyes in embarrassment.  

Before Adam could question what was happening, a massive, nearly naked wall of muscle came around the corner.  The man was almost as wide as he was tall and was covered in thick, veiny muscle.  His round, bald head looked like it sat directly on his shoulders as the muscle piled up to swallow his neck.  The only thing he had on was a pair of straining purple briefs that were tented out by an impossibly huge cock that oozed against the stretching fabric.  

“Sam!” The giant bellowed in a deep, booming voice.  Adam watched Sam practically disappear when the beefy man swallowed him in a bear hug.  

“Hey dad,” Sam laughed, his arms not even coming close to wrapping around the burly mound of muscle.  The dizziness Adam was feeling got worse.  He at least recognized the first man as Sam’s dad, but something about this second man felt increasingly wrong, like whatever he was held the key to everything that was happening.  

The man let go and turned towards Adam, cocking his head.  “This Adam?  Kinda scrawny, isn’t he?”  

“Larry...be nice…” Dan chided.  Adam saw the exposed giant’s round face break out into a dull smile as he lumbered forward.  He was scooped up into the same kind of hug that Sam had been, his body tingling as their flesh pressed together.  

“Aww, I’m just kiddin’,” the man said, his deep voice rumbling against Adam’s chest as he tousled the young blonde’s hair.  He stepped away and looked Adam up and down again, squeezing one of his arms and prodding his abs.  “He’s bigger’n me when I started.  And if Sam says you’re okay, then you’re okay,” he beamed.  Adam got the impression that Larry wasn’t the smartest, and something about that terrified him.  

“So!  Should we get the formalities out of the way first?”  Dan asked cheerfully.  

“Uh, yeah, that works for me.  You good with that,” Sam asked, looking over at Adam with a raised eyebrow.  

“Ye..yeah, sure,” Adam said, focusing most of his attention on remaining upright.  His vision was blurring and he felt lightheaded.  He was only dimly aware when Sam pulled his jock down and he was turned in a slow circle to let his friend’s dads inspect him.  A voice in his head was screaming.  His heart was racing as he began flexing and posing while Sam readied a long, thick vibrator.  “NNgg…” he grunted quietly when it was shoved inside, the voice in his head going frantic as his cock twitched and hardened in front of the two older men.  His eyes drifted shut as the vibrations began.  He kept flexing and posing as the pressure built.  

“You made a good choice,” he heard Dan say proudly.  “He’ll make an impressive Alpha.”  

The floor dropped out from under him as soon as Adam heard the word “Alpha”.  The strange thoughts and memories that had been creeping around the edges of his brain all morning rushed in like a tidal wave as Adam simultaneously remembered both lives.  He was aware of his life as a straight ladies man, with his corporate job and group of friends that he lorded himself over.  At the same time, he was aware of his current existence in a world where women didn’t exist.  Just thinking the word “woman” felt odd.  There were only men, and they were divided between average guys like Sam and his father Dan, and Alphas like Adam and Larry.  

The Alphas were the breeding stock in this world.  Not just anyone could become one, but Adam’s natural athletic prowess meant it was more or less a given that he’d wind up as one of the muscle bound studs.  He remembered a normal childhood, complete with two fathers in this world, but instead of going to college he’d decided to follow the Alpha route.  It was a physical existence.  He worked out and kept his body in pristine condition while he searched for a partner, which he’d finally found in Sam.  He’d been running out of time.  He couldn’t begin the next phase of his Alpha transition without a partner, and he was nearing the cut off point.  Now that he and Sam were together, he could fully begin the path.  His future consisted of working out, growth hormones, and libido stimulants.  It would be his and the other Alphas’ seed that was used to grow the next generation of men.  Without the Alphas, there was no offspring, and the chemical cocktail that they brewed with their bodies ensured that each successive generation was healthier than the last.  

These chemicals were the reason that an Alpha couldn’t progress without a partner, and why the name wasn’t without irony.  The Alpha’s were the biggest and most hung, but they weren’t the ones in charge.  While the chemicals grew the Alpha’s body and sex drive, they ravaged the brain.  It was the Alpha’s partner who was responsible for taking care of them and making sure they produced enough to meet demand, all while working the countless day-to-day jobs that kept society functioning.  Despite their prestigious name, Alphas were little more than glorified pets.  Adam had been right in assuming that Larry wasn’t the brightest, and he’d been terrified because he knew that fate awaited him.  In a few years he’d be a big, dull mountain of muscle getting milked several times each day.  It was a simple existence of physical sensation.  He remembered how proud his two dads had been when he told them his decision.  Neither of them was an Alpha, so having their child join was a way for them to contribute.  It was like sending a son off to join the army.  

The old Adam railed against the thought.  The knowledge that he was standing naked with a vibrator in his ass about to cum in front of his friend’s parents was mortifying.  The straight, college graduate was horrified at the image of himself as a dumb, naked brute who existed to get fucked and milked by other men.  He tried to cling to the memory of a soft, feminine body writhing beneath him, but already he’d forgotten what that felt like.  Bit by bit his old life was being buried by this new reality.  There was another stab of horror as he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn pants or a shirt.  Instead of feeling like the big man on campus, Adam remembered how insecure and disappointed he’d felt all those times he’d flexed and jerked off for countless men, just to have them choose one of the bigger, more impressive Alpha recruits.  In a world of only men, his impressive build wasn’t so out of the ordinary.    

Then there was Sam.  The way his stomach fluttered at the thought of the other man almost made the terror worthwhile.  They’d been childhood friends who’d lost touch, and when Sam heard that Adam was becoming an Alpha he’d sought him out.  They clicked immediately, one of the few similarities in both worlds.  Only now Adam knew they’d be much more than friends.  

“UUUUnnnnnnnnn….!”  Adam’s eyes shot open as he came, thoughts of Sam running through his mind.  With each ample spurt, more and more of his old life faded away until it felt distant and dreamlike.  

“Very good!” Dan cheered as Adam sprayed a seemingly endless stream.  Next to him, Larry clapped excitedly.  

Adam beamed with pride while Sam looked on.  He flexed his plump cheeks and rocked his hips to work the last few spurts out.  With the approval of Sam’s dads, their future together could really get underway.  Adam’s dads would meet Sam’s and their families would grow.  Maybe they’d even have kids of their own at some point.    

“Welcome to the family!” Larry said, swallowing Adam’s naked body in his arms for a second time while Dan patted him on a broad shoulder.  

“See?” Sam asked as he pulled the vibrator free.  “I told you meeting my parents wouldn’t be so bad.”