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Like Son, Like Father Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Beardbear

The sunlight shone down across the road from the heavens, causing the rain soaked cement to give up the moisture in waves of steam that caught the wind and drifted like fog. It had been a rainy, dreary night and morning. The bad weather limited how many people were on the road, even as the true beauty of the day emerged. As far as Tuck was convinced, that was the best way to have it. Brown eyes gazed through aviator glasses, surveying the road ahead. Reddish brown hair flipped around behind his head, but it wasn't nearly as impressive as the thick beard hanging from his face.

The beard really compliment the young man's appearance. He was six feet tall, his legs straddling a motorcycle overflowing with power. The wide rubber tires gripped at the cement, propelling it along. The sun glinted off of the black metal and the chrome, the leather seat cupping Tuck's ass. His jeans were worn, his knees visible through the fabric. His boots were thick and tall, almost menacing with the amount of tread they had. His skin was weathered from his years of being a biker, but he was deceptively young. Tuck was only twenty five, but he hadn't been bear faced in seven years. He'd been rebelling since a young age.

After a particularly hard senior year, Tuck had managed to graduate from high school and his grandfather had given him a graduation present, a large check. It had been an unspoken assumption that Tuck would use it to go to college, but that had never been part of his plan. He'd bought a motorcycle and headed out that day to travel the country like the free soul he was. Tuck's shirt rippled across his beefy chest, the chest hair swaying in the currents. Tuck grinned, watching as the outskirts of his home town approached. It had been years since he had been there... years full of quite a bit of adventure.

It was hard coming up with living expenses with just a diploma and no work experience, but Tuck had found ways to make it work. He'd made friends in low places and made it along. His shoulder blades were covered with an old tattoo, flaming wings. Solid black stripes ringed his wrists, a few scars lined his body. He'd lived more in a few years than most people lived in a lifetime. It had been a wild ride and Tuck had seen things no sane person could believe, but it had propelled him on a new trajectory, taking him to the last place he had expected... home.

Tuck made his way through the town, slowing down inside city limits. He turned off main street, turned on cedar and pulled up outside his house. The bike fell into silence and Tuck just looked at his house, thinking of all the memories stuffed there... stuffed just like the house. His mother had been a bit crazy, a hoarder and emotionally unstable. Every day was a battle and Tuck's only defender had been his father... His only regret had been leaving his dad, and it seemed in his absence that things had gotten worse. The lawn was long, the trees untended, the windows dark... but his mom's same old stuff was there, piled up behind the window curtains. Thankfully her car was gone.

The biker slipped off of his ride, moving onto the sidewalk. He reached down to adjust his large bulge before he moved up to the door, knocking on it. There was silence for a moment, then a soft shuffling sound inside. At last the door opened and a fifty year old man appeared on the other side of the door, Andrew, Tuck's father. He had seen better years. His hair was going gray, his shoulders were slumped and his eyes seemed to be half dull. He searched the bearded man's face in confusion before he spotted the eyes, the same eyes his son had always had.

"Tuck?" The man asked in surprise.

"Dad..." Tuck said, moving to hug his father close, rubbing his back. The man came alive in the hog, clinging to Tuck harder, shocked and amazed.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!" he said in surprise.

"Well, I didn't know if you wanted to put up with me after the way I left, and everything that happened." Tuck said.

"Well, you're my son... That's never going to be an issue." Andrew said.

"What about mom?" Tuck asked. Andrew grimaced.

"That's a bit more complicated, but she won't be home for an hour." Andrew said.

"Well, I don't intent to be here when she comes back, but I do want to catch up. How about I give you ride to a good place I know on the edge of town, get a meal in you? My treat." Tuck offered. Andrew grinned a bit. Time away from the wife, a free meal, catching up with his sion? What could be better?

"Sure, that sounds great." Andrew said, pausing, "Will I fit on your bike?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, no worries. Worst comes to worst, I'll just get you your own bike." Tuck said. Andrew laughed, assuming it was a joke. He moved back into the house just long enough to grab his wallet and his keys before he followed Tuck out, locking the door behind himself. The two moved back to the street. Tuck climbed onto the bike and let his father settle in behind him. As Andrew settled onto the bike, a strange chill moved through his body, as if a shadow had moved over him... but then a deeper heat started radiating out from his body, making him feel more at ease. Tuck grinned softly, trying not to let it show too much. He knew it was starting already.

Tuck kicked the bike on and moved down the street, feeling his father wrap his arms around his waist. Tuck moved away from the curb, heading down the road. Andrew held on with wide eyes, feeling amazing to be doing so without a helmet or anything. They pulled into traffic, rumbling along. Andrew was bemused by it all, but as the wind whipped over his body, his skin toughened a bit, his gray hair taking up a light sheen, looking silver as it started to grow out a bit. The talisman hanging on Tuck's chest tingled and burned as it did its magic, but Tuck knew it was worth it. This was only the beginning.

****

The idea of a meal with his son had been exciting at first, but as Andrew followed Tuck into the old bar, he was starting to have second thoughts. The parking lot was filled with nothing but Harley Davidson motorcycles. The place was poorly lit, smelling of bear and bacon, all of the other patrons having at least a thick mustache, if not much more. Tuck seemed like a prince in ad en of thieves, strutting around. Andrew tried to keep up, following Tuck. Tuck held up his hand, ordering two pitchers of beer before he and Andrew sat down at an out of the way table. Andrew smiled, though he was quite nervous. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.

"Do you come here often?" Andrew asked. Tuck chuckled a bit at that.

"Nah, haven't been here in years... but bikers have an unspoken bond, a brotherhood. It's been family to me, but... I realized I lost touch with the most important part of family, you." Tuck said, shifting a bit in their booth, his knees rubbing against his father's.

"I've missed you too son." Andrew said fondly.

"I wanted to thank you for all the times you stuck up for me, helped me weather the storm. I know I didn't make it easier on you." Tuck admitted. Andrew shook his head.

"No, you did what every boy is supposed to do... Besides, it's good that you left home when you did... Staying there any longer would have made you crazy. It looks like you've held up well, grown big and strong." Andrew grinned.

"There have been rough times too, but yeah. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world... It's amazing being so free." Tuck said, "But I saw a few pictures, I knew you had a wild youth too." Andrew blushed.

"Well, a little bit. I was too young for Woodstock, but the seventies were a wild time man." Andrew chuckled, "I'm glad that you've... sort of been able to carry on, I know I shouldn't say that in this day and age, but I can live vicariously through you." Andrew smirked. Tuck couldn't stand it, how imprisoned his father had become. He was so meek and mild, so repressed... But that was the father he had grown up with, the father he respected and loved, the one he had come to free. Tuck looked his father over, studying every detail. This was the last time he'd see his father quite that way. It felt like the last several years had been leading up to this moment. Tuck reached up, resting his hand on the pendant.

"I've been thinking about how to get back the time we lost, to reconnect... And I want you to come out on the road with me, to be free, to be a biker." Tuck said. Andrew's eyes widened in shock.

"I can't just leave everything, I mean... What about your mother?" Andrew asked.

"What about her? She's been making our lives miserable for years. The house is in her name, the accounts... But you deserve better. I know I didn't get my wild streak from her, that means I must have gotten it from you. Don't you feel that urge to be free, to be wild? To rise and fall when you feel like it, to piss where you want, to strut about like you own the place, to consider entire states your back yard?" Tuck asked. Andrew shivered gently in his seat as he imagined it, that freedom, the freedom he'd briefly explored in his tough. It had been amazing, compelling...

"It would be nice, wouldn't it..." Andrew murmured as their beer was brought. Tuck lifted his pitcher and tipped it back, getting the foam in his beard. Andrew was still lost in thought as he lifted the pitcher and tipped it back as well, unprepared for the rush of beer. He was surprised for a moment at the rush, but as he started to gulp and swallow at it, his nerves soothed.

"You'd be a natural." Tuck grinned. Andrew smirked.

"Wouldn't I be a bit old for all that?" Andrew asked.

"Hey, you can be my biker daddy... Lots of guys have their mid life crisis and go wild. Besides, I want to see how long it'd take you to give my beard a run for its money. I bet yours would be amazing." Tuck said. Andrew growled in pleasure at the concept, trying to imagine himself in a few years, sitting down with his thirty year old son in a bar after crossing the country. His head wobbled a bit as his vision seeped into his brain. Andrew's silver hair grew out inch by inch, slipping down his neck. Years of shaving started to slowly unravel as thick stubble began pushing across his cheeks. Tuck watched eagerly as his father developed mutton chops, growing thicker and more wiry. Andrew lifted the pitcher again, sipping at it, seeming more confident by the moment.

"Biker daddy, huh?" he grunted, not realizing how compromised he was.

"Oh yeah, no one would doubt it with a package like yours, so big... always half hard from the roar of the engine between your legs... Not to mention your huge balls... Between your package and me, everyone would know you're the most virile biker in the mid-west." Tuck said. Again Andrew shuddered more, his disposition changing more and more. Years of being beaten down by his wife were eroding away, replaced with a general feel of self respect and freedom It was a potent drug to his mind. His back straightened out, his shoulders were wider, his breaths were deeper. He was seeming more manly by the moment.

"Well, I had to have something pretty special to spawn a behemoth like you... Look at how big that beard is, how long have you been growing it out?" Andrew asked, drinking more beer.

"This one? Only about a year... I once grew it out to my nipples, but I bet yours is going to be even longer. How long have you been growing yours out?" Tuck asked. The words had been a lie, but as they were uttered, it became the truth. Thick silver stubble grew out across Andrew's jaw and upper lip, closing the gap to his sideburns. His mustache grew out, curling over his upper lip, his chin hair stretching down, growing thicker steadily.

"Not damn long enough, I feel like a pipsqueak next to you, but I'll grow it out before too long." Andrew chuckled, "Can't let the other guys laugh." He smirked, taking another big gulp of beer. Tuck's heart fluttered as he looked at his dad all scruffy and hairy, getting more every moment.

"No one's going to laugh at you... They all admire you, but no one as much as me... I... have to admit, I've been waiting for this along time, to see you again, to tell you how I truly feel... That I don't just love you, that it's more." Tuck said, reaching out under the table, his hand resting on his father's groin. He gave the thick bulge a squeeze. Andrew growled at that in surprise, but after a moment it just seemed... right. He pushed his groin into his son's hand, making sure he got a good feel of it, feeling every inch.

"I don't know why I didn't realize sooner, that we should be together... Father and son, keep it in the family. If men don't know what it takes to please a man, who does?" Andrew asked, looking into Tuck's eyes, thinking back to his formative youth... all of those wasted opportunities, those times he knew his son was exploring his adulthood. Now it was different, now they had the future.

"I want to please you dad... In a way mom never could." Tuck whispered. The words were sensual, longing, hopeful. Andrew sized his son up before he leaned back, spreading his arms out over the backrest of the booth seat.

"I think I'll let you... Go ahead son, make your daddy proud." Andrew said. Tuck's eyes went wide. Beneath his thick beard he was blushing like a teenager. He glanced one way and then the other before he climbed down on his knees, moving under the table. He came up against Andrew's knees and reached up reverently, fondling his father's bulge before he drew down the zipper. The magic had been working. His dad's cock had swollen, his balls were larger and the musk was intense. Tuck reached up and slipped the necklace off of his neck and set it down on his father's leg. It was light enough he didn't notice, but the effect started almost at once.

Tuck felt so naughty, attending to his father in a biker bar, but he'd come too far to turn back now. He leaned in, nuzzling his bearded chin across Andrew's cock. Andrew moaned in delight, feeling the curtain of hair rubbing across his meat. It was so manly, so virile, and even hotter that that was HIS son, that the boy he made was that adult, that manly... and about to go down on him. Tuck reached into Andrew's pants, drawing out the thick, meaty cock. It was nine inches and still growing, stretching to ten, then eleven.

Tuck ran the length along his mustached lips before they parted and he took the head in, sucking on the tip, tasting the musky, rich flavors. He sucked and slurped, starting to lower his head. Above the table, Andrew looked as if he were enjoying a night out on the town. He grabbed Tuck's beer and tipped it back, taking another swig, lifting his hips lightly. The slight movement slid his cock deeper into Tuck's mouth and Tuck began to suck like a zealot. For years his father had been his only role model, his true hero. He was finally able to thank his dad, to show how much he appreciated it... and to give his rebellion, his strength, his wildness to his dad. The magic was growing more potent.

The spell had been hard to obtain, one that Tuck had to do many favors for, but it was worth it. He'd spent a third of his life as a biker... and that same portion was being shared with his father, but a third of his father's life was a lot longer. Andrew shuddered as his hair pushed out of his head a lot faster, the silver hair a flowing mane that had been growing for over a decade, but no biker could have hair that long unbridled. As if it knew, the hair started to whip around, fashioning into a braid, a long pony tail.

With each loyal suck and slurp of the cock in his mouth, Tuck gave more to his father... His fetish for beards chief among them. Andrew grunted hard, feeling his mustache grow out long enough to hide his lip, covering it completely. The hair pushing out from his cheeks and chin continued dropping down to three inches, five, then seven... but there was no end in sight. Fifteen years of beard were filling out. Andrew grunted, the magic pouring through his veins. His beard was wavy and thick, long and bushy, intense and gray... It filled out completely, looking as if he'd been growing it for a year as it reached the bottom of his neck, then two years worth at his collar bone, then more as it stretched out longer and wider.

In moments, Tuck's beard was dwarfed by his father's... It grew longer and wider at impossible rates. The beard was almost as wide as his shoulders, radiating out like rays of the sun. The beard crept past his nipples, the base resting against the top of his stomach, a stomach that was growing with muscle and fat at the same time. Andrew grunted, polishing off his son's beard before he reached down, grabbing Tuck's greasy hair, holding him in place, commanding him to suck harder.

Tuck bobbed his head up and down, working the cock for all he was worth. He sucked, slurped and swirled his tongue, eager and loving. His father's gray bush was thick, rubbing all over his face, covering it with musk. Andrew moaned in sinful pleasure, finding nothing better than his son servicing him... The spell began to grow in strength, creating false memories for the two to share, that Tuck had been sucking his dad off on the road for years, that they had traveled together, grown their beards out and fallen in love and lust. Andrew's arm hair got thicker, growing out into a forest of silver... a forest that Tuck even envied.

Tuck's cock ached against his jeans as he sucked his father off, but his dad was his priority. His cock was nothing compared to his dad's... Tuck wished with all his heart that his father could enjoy being just as hot and amazing as Tuck imagined him to be, but to his surprise, the pendant started to make that a reality. Andrew's body tingled and throbbed, in credibly warm. He ordered another beer, not even bothering to take his hand off of his son's cock. As the waitress moved off to get more beer, the neck change in Andrew's transformation picked up.

It started at first with a few extra large breaths, his chest rising and rising. His ribs grew thicker and spread apart, making more room. As his chest swelled, his pecs grew wider, making more room for chest fur, the strands getting so thick that his flesh disappeared beneath a forest. His stomach was the next to change as his back widened. His stomach started bulging outward, his shirt rising up to reveal a four inch wide treasure trail hugging his stomach. When the change reached the man's groin, his bush nearly exploded around Tuck's head, working in with his hair, coating his head in musk and spice.

Tuck eagerly sucked, feeling the cock creeping down his neck longer, his lips widening as the shaft increased. Tuck grunted hard, his throat sending vibrations down Andrew's shaft. Andrew growled, his hands throbbing as his fingers fattened and lengthened, his palms widening, hair growing out of his knuckles. The silver hair from his arms even crossed down across the back of his hands, making him almost look gorilla like... a change not limited to his hands. His shoulders bulged with thick mounds of muscle as his arms grew and bulged, the bones and muscles expanding.

Andrew felt the pride and power flowing through him. He panted hard, making animalistic sounds as his son sucked him down... But as much as he had grown, it was surprising his clothes had lasted as long as they had. His shirt shuddered before a button popped, then another. The shirt split open to revealing Andrew's furry chest and rounding belly... But it wasn't the torso Andrew remembered at all... His nipples were huge, like party sausages, hard due to the thick metal rings hanging through them... But the flesh around his bush started to tingle before two thick bull horns appeared on either side of his bush. Andrew's arms throbbed as well as ink flickered across his arms, spreading like the fire they represented. The tattoos sunk in, becoming more intense, creating sleeves of color obscured by hair.

Andrew's goody two shoes image had washed away beneath power and musk. He was tall, broad, a hulk of masculinity. He had years of hair and beard growth, intense tattoos... and absolutely no conflict in his son sucking him off, only that he was taking too long. Andrew grabbed Tuck's head, curling his fat fingers in his son's hair, getting a good grip before he pulled up and pushed down, using Tuck like a sex toy. His thick cock bucked the back of Tuck's throat. Tuck relaxed just in time, avoiding his gag reflex before he felt his dad's cock slide down his esophagus.

Tuck shuddered as his throat tugged and pulled at Andrew's cock, further teasing it, further stimulating it. Andrew's cock stretched to thirteen inches, then fifteen before slowing. His balls had swelled to the size of kiwis, then navel oranges, but they were tingling before pulling up. Andrew tipped his head back, letting out a grunt of desire... and then it came, the musky flow. His seed was pent up, thick and hot, pouring down Tuck's throat... but that wasn't where Andrew wanted it.

Andrew pulled on Tuck's hair, pulling him off the cock momentarily. Tuck got a face full of sperm, the musky ropes splashing into his thick bushy brown beard before he moved back, wrapping his lips around his dad's cock head like a popsicle, suckling it eagerly. The seed flowed down his throat, filling his stomach as the spurts on his face sunk into his locks. Andrew grinned ear to ear, ears that were now pierced with thick gold rings. He'd marked his son, just as he always would.

Tuck kept sucking for a few more minutes before his father went back to being half hard. The younger biker slowly pulled off of his father's cock, crawling back and sliding up into his seat. Tuck settled down on the cushion before looking across the table, his eyes widening in shock. His father had changed so much... Andrew had to be at least six foot four and three hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and fat, covered in almost as much fur as a bear, the tattoos proud and settled with time. Tuck moaned, drool leaking from his lips, mixing with the cum his father had put there.

"Not bad son, not bad. Tasty?" Andrew asked.

"The best, so salty..." Tuck whispered.

"Well, then give your daddy a taste." Andrew said, leaning forward. Tuck shuddered before he leaned in, their lips meshing. Tuck felt his brown beard mesh with his father's gray one, the hair rubbing. It was like kissing his future. He hoped to age gracefully, dominating a son of his own one day... but before then he'd have many amazing years with his dad. He sucked Andrew's lip before his mouth was invaded. Andrew was forceful with the kiss, probing his son's teeth.

As the waitress brought the beer, Andrew and Tuck pulled back, a few small strings of cum connecting their beards before it snapped. Andrew reached up, running his finger over the cum before sticking it in his mouth, sampling his own juices before he grinned. Wordlessly, Andrew and Tuck lifted their new pitchers of beer to their lips, drinking it down with thick, satisfied gulps, both reveling in just how much cum Tuck's stomach was full of.

****

The heavy growl filled the parking lot as Andrew rode Tuck's bike in, Tuck squeezed in front of his lap. The attendant lifted his head, looking over in surprise. Andrew climbed off the bike, his new heavy boots touching down, leather pants cupping his legs perfectly, a special pouch added to accommodate just how big his junk was. Tuck clambered off as well, wearing tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination... and the leather was stained in spots, splotches of cum all over it, dried in the sun.

Andrew turned, striding across the parking lot, his leather jacket hanging over his massive frame, his braided pony tail like a whip. His beard was free flowing like a mane, silver as the clouds above. He was a giant, a behemoth, and Tuck was following in his footsteps figuratively and literally. Tuck stayed close to his daddy, his own cock as hard as stone, his nipples aching with excitement. The salesman looked at the two in awe and shock at how true hardcore they were, admiring their look before he moved out with a clipboard.

"Hello there gentlemen, that's a very nice bike you have there." He said, complimenting Tuck's.

"It is, though my son's bike is a bit small... I'd like to get the next model up for myself." Andrew said.

"Well, we do have one in stock, but a bike of that size doesn't come cheap. Perhaps we can make some modifications to a model that - " The clerk was interrupted by a growl from Andrew's throat.

"Now listen, my son... Money is no object. You're going to get me what I want, and I'm going to pay in full. Do you understand?" Andrew asked, gazing into the clerk's eyes. The clerk trembled.

"Y...yes. Yes sir." The clerk murmured.

"Now, go get the paperwork." Andrew commanded. The clerk nodded, running off. Tuck all but laughed.

"Oh daddy, I'm so proud of you." Tuck said.

"Come here you little biker pig." Andrew said, pulling Tuck to him, gazing into his eyes before their lips came together again in a fierce kiss. Tuck melted in his father's hands, completely at his mercy. They kissed and rubbed, their groins grinding together, the two humping. Tuck broke the kiss and began nuzzling his way through and under Andrew's silver beard, making it to his neck to suck and nibble, to bite and draw on the flesh. Andrew hissed in bliss, grabbing his son's head, holding it in place as he let out a growl of pleasure.

****

Sunset on the plains had been an amazing sight. The horizon was on fire, heat wafted up from the road, not a soul for miles... Just Tuck and Andrew, together, their hair flowing in the wind, their sweat evaporating off, their hogs keeping them aroused... They'd ridden for four days, stopping only to eat and piss and barely catch a wink. They'd put more state borders between themselves and their old lives than they could count... They were finally free of the woman that had bogged down their lives forever.

Andrew held out a leathery hand, signaling for them to pull over to a seedy motel next to a convenience store. Tuck followed his father's lead, the bikes pulling in and turning off. The roar of the engines fell away, leaving nothing but the sound of crickets chirping away and the faint buzz of a neon sign. Tuck had barely climbed off his bike before he felt two huge hands on his shoulders, pushing him over the back of his bike. Andrew grabbed at his son's jeans before he almost tore them off, throwing them down, the underwear next.

The biker daddy licked his lips as he looked at his son's furry ass before he opened his own fly, fishing out the phone pole of a cock he had. He gave himself a few good strokes before he brought the head of his cock to his son's ass and began to ram it in. Andrew had thought about waiting until they had a room, but he couldn't. The sight of his long haired son in the desert was too delicious. He knew his son could be the alpha male of any bike gang, and the fact that his son was his bitch, well that just gave him goose bumps. Andrew pulled back and thrust in, picking up his pace, grinding like a madman.

Tuck was jerked forward and back, lying over his own bike. He reached down and grabbed at his cock, his fingers squeezing his shaft, working it hard. It had only been a few days, but he thought about how mild his father had been and the monster biker he was now, the insatiable lust, the insatiable thrill for freedom. It was what his dad deserved to be, and it was what they shared. They were reunited again... They were family, they were lover, it was all good, all perfect. They didn't need a damn other soul, just a few gallons of gas and a few gallons of beer and they were prime.

"Who's your daddy my little pig slut?" Andrew growled.

"You are, daddy!" Tuck grunted, his voice deep and hard.

"Damn right." Andrew said, slamming into Tuck's prostate, jack hammering it until Tuck howled out, spraying his load all over his bike seat. Andrew took a step back, taking Tuck with him. Andrew licked his lips, "Now clean up your bike." He commanded.

Even as Tuck was fucked in the ass and jerked off his softening cock, he leaned down to lick up his cum, swishing it over his teeth and tongue, gulping it down, riding Andrew's cock like a cowboy. He shuddered, moaned, and then had a second orgasm, though this was a dry orgasm. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Andrew moaned, feeling his son's quivering ass around his shaft, as if he was trying to be milked.

Andrew tipped his head back and basked in the pleasure as his balls seized up and he started to pump cum into his son's ass yet again, filling him good. Andrew kept thrusting, churning his seed, filling every crevice of Tuck until at last his flow stopped. He slid back out, his cock dangling in the cool evening air. Tuck whipped around and gave his dad's shaft a quick suck to clean it of the juices before he stood up. Andrew tucked his package back in and zipped up his fly before letting Tuck bring up his pants. Once the two were squared away, they headed towards the hotel to book a room and crash for the night. It was just the beginning of summer, they had many months of lust and freedom ahead of them still.