Chapter #7His Father's Room by: AlcaPoco   As Tony drifted on the air current, slowly floating towards the whole new world below, he surveys the room he has just ended up in. A huge bed with the sheets tossed back sits in the middle of the room, which Tony was most likely going to land on. Further observance rewards him with the site of shorts and jockstraps littering the floor, between the bed and the monolithic door that leads to the bathroom. Next to the door, a dog bed with an enormous mass of muscle and fur was nearby. The creature occupying the bed was none other than Blaze the Doberman, one of the Family dogs. Tony has had many experiences with blaze and has been on every millimeter of that dogs body, inside and out. Tony had learned at a young age he could withstand enormous pressure, and could go a long time without substantial oxygen, the ways of learning were never pleasant however. Tony finally landed on the bed sheets with a silent thump, then quickly got up to survey is immediate surroundings. The scent from the sheets was no doubt that of Hunter his father, who was basically a god to Tony. As if on cue, the bedroom door swung open and Hunters massive frame filled the doorway. His chiseled pecs rose and fell as he stood there a second as if knowing Tony was around to admire him. It wasn't too uncommon for the men in the house to get domineering with Tony, playfully dominating and commanding him to worship every inch of their godlike figures. Hunter finally heaved his frame into his room, causing Blaze to flick his ears at the disruptive noise Hunter made as he simply walked, each step shaking the room slightly. To Tony each footfall of his father was an Earthquake, each word from his mouth a Boom, each burp and fart a hurricane. Tony broke from his daydream to notice that his father was soaking wet and in a tight fitting swim trunk. His crew cut hair glistened with water droplets as did his entire body. Tony watched as his father peeled off the trunks and exposed his hefty package to the room. Hunter then grabbed a used towel nearby and quickly dried himself off, dancing around slowly to get every crevice lining his body. When he was finished, his Goliath rear was now facing Tony. Hunter, Ross and James bring the term Mooning to the next level when Tony is involved. Their cheeks are the size of mountains to him, their cracks canyons, their holes caves. Tony stepped back as his dad sat down on the bed, sending ripples through the fat and muscles of his backside as well as the bed. He shifted backwards more and rotated so that he was now laying on the bed, leaving Tony between his massive thighs, facing his canyon butt crack with his building sized balls hanging over it. A sigh escapes Hunter as he grabs his phone and begins to flip through it, Tony capitalizes on his fathers prone state too....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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