Chapter 1

Tom has always been a pretty average teen in every sense. Living in suburban Milwaukee with his mother after his dad passed away. 

He didn’t remember much about his dad except that his name was Richard but from the pictures his mom had shown him he looked like a big hairy man with rippling muscles, a real man.

He hadn’t told his mother yet but he was gay and even though he was ashamed to admit it his dad would definitely have been his type, at least physically.

He wasn’t really sure if it was actual attraction or more along the lines of wanting to be like him, a real strong man.

Richard had passed away in a construction accident.

His eighteenth birthday was coming up next week and he was stoked about it to say the least, being an adult sure is a good prospect when you’ve been closeted to spare your still mourning mother some emotional stress. 

The week passed normally but Tom couldn’t stop thinking about how he would miss out on having his first somewhat legal beer with his dad on his birthday, actual drinking age was still twenty one but he drank before at parties or with friends but this was more about the emotional bonding than trying to get drunk.

And it sure was easy to get drunk in Milwaukee some would even say there was traces of alcohol in the tap water, or was it cryptosporidium? Didn’t matter, he was still bummed about it.

Then came the fateful night before the birthday, soon he’d be an adult in the eyes of society to some extent. 

He looked at himself in the mirror, his pale and slim visage was disappointing to say the least could barely grow a stubble that didn’t look terrible. Basically no muscle, he really still felt like a kid. 

He took a piss before brushing his teeth and going sleep, maybe he’d feel better about himself tomorrow.

Getting waked up by his mom sure was expected but it was still startling when she barged into the room with a party hat on and a party blower.

In her hands was a small box wrapped in reddish paper. 

It was a birthday gift of course, she handed it over to Tom and told him  “Your dad wanted you to have this on your eighteenth birthday, he always wore it so it makes sense that he wanted you to have it.”

Tom looked at the box  now resting in his lap over the bedsheets, “something his dad wanted him to have?” He thought.

His mom told him that she would go down and finish making the breakfast.

When she left Tom opened the box.

Inside was carelessly placed a golden chain with what looked like a bull charm with a malachite eye. It seemed a bit tacky to say the least, like something pulled out of a gift store or Chinatown.

But it was regardless the thing his father wanted him to have.

He decided that he would wear it, at least for today to honor his fathers wishes.

He put it around his neck and went down to get breakfast.

The rest of the day went as expected,  he went out with his friends to eat and no one seemed to notice the gold chain on his neck. Eventually when he got back home his mom told him to go to the attic and look through some of his fathers things now that he’s older.

The attic was always a bit scary, the floorboards creaked and it was dusty, guess that happens when you lock everything up and don’t open it for about 16 years.

There wasn’t much light other than the dirty window, after rummaging for a bit he finally found tree boxes labeled Richard in shaky handwriting with a sharpie.

The first box was some old books and after flipping through a few of them there was nothing interesting, the most eye catching was a book about working out and building muscles. Dad really found a use for this book considering how muscular he looked. 

The second box was random clutter, fishing lures, what seemed to be a cigar cutter, a bottle opener in conclusion just random stuff people keep stored somewhere at home.

The third box was significantly bigger, after brushing away the dust with the palm of his hand it was labeled as clothes. 

Opening it up at the top was a hard hat and some working overalls, so just work clothes. 

Under that where a few button up shirts that where a bit worn out and some socks.

After that was a pair of denim jeans that looked kinda nice, wouldn’t fit Tom regardless.

Some old sweatpants and shorts that he may could use.

Would it be weird if he used his dead fathers clothing?

It’s kinda like getting things from a yard sale or a thrift store isn’t it.

Finally at the bottom of the box was some underwear, it did feel awkward to look at but he proceeded.

It was some xl boxers and a few jockstraps the pouches on both did look specially big.

It kinda reminded him of some underwear he’d seen online on some gay pornstar.

It was starting to get a bit to weird so he just put the stuff back and left the attic.

It had been a long day and it felt like the focus of it was more placed on the memory of his father being this big and apparently hung strong working man rather than him becoming one.

After dinner he went to sleep, still with the chain on. 

It wasn’t unusual for Tom to have dreams but this one felt different, he was standing naked in front of a full length mirror in what appeared to be a bathroom. He saw his body still pale and scrawny, his penis modestly between his legs. He was average in every regard.

He felt a big hand on his shoulder but couldn’t see it in the mirror. Tom quickly turned around and before him was his dad or at least his dads body, more like a mental construction of what he thought it looked like. No head tho.

The headless body in front of him, big hairy and muscular. It was pretty arousing to say the least.

Then he looked down, between the beast of a mans legs was a beer can thick cock about eight inches long in front of big plump plum sized balls, that would sure fill a large pouch and would probably be too big for a normal speedo.

No wonder he had a bull amulet, he sure was a bull of a man.

Tom extended his hand and touched the chest of the headless body, groping at the large hairy pectoral. 

The body’s cock started to get hard and stood in front of him at an impressive ten inches.

The he felt something touch his hand, it was the bull charm or rather an identical one to the one he was wearing. 

The malachite eyes where mesmerizing, a manly voice resounded through his mind. 

“You want this?”

Tom said yes.

All faded into the blue greenish color of the malachite.

When he opened his eyes he stood in front of the mirror again, naked but this time with the massive body of his father.

His face has gotten more masculine as well, a big beard but still recognizable as him.

On his broad bodybuilder neck was the chain tightly put and the charm still on. He was the bull of a man his father was.

The dream ended 

He woke up in his bed, his clothes felt unusually tight, specially in the crotch of his shorts. He knew what had happened and must admit that it was the best birthday gift ever.