This is Sean

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“And no sass!” I tell Sean without taking my eyes from the lane.

“Not even a little?” comes his reply from the passenger seat.

“No.”

I can almost hear him smirk. “Do they have a sass allergy or what?”

However, I’m not quite in the mood for jokes right now. I’m sure my parents will like Sean, but… Presenting a boyfriend for the first time has always made me nervous and it’s no different today.

“I mean it,” I try to say as diplomatically as possible. “Try to keep it down.”

“I’ll try my best,” he relents.

There is a short silence and in the corner of my eyes I see him fidgeting with his shirt.

“I don’t even understand why you’re the nervous one,” Sean muses. “By all means I should be.”

Are you?” I give him a quick glance to check if he is facetious, which he isn’t.

“Nah.” He just sounds mildly irritated instead. “Just uncomfortable.”

“The clothes again?”

“Yeah.” Sean’s mood seems to have changed. Gone is the jokester from a few minutes ago. Maybe he is nervous after all.

I can’t suppress a smile. “Aw, you’ll get used to it.”

“I’ll never get used to clothes,” he sulks.

My only reply is a roll of my eyes.

“It’s also cold,” he continues.

I take a look on the thermometer on the dashboard. “It’s not cold.”

Sean frowns out the window. “It is outside.”

“It’s just a few steps from the car to the door.” I try to calm him. “You’ll survive.”

“I just don’t see why I couldn’t stay in your underwear until we’re there.”

“And how—pray tell—would we get you dressed before meeting my parents?”

“Would we have to?”

I make a silent hand gesture indicating the loss of words. “… Yes?” I say. “They’re my parents. I don’t want them to see you naked the first time they meet you.”

“But in the future we could do that?” he asks in a most sincerely hopeful tone.

“No!”

Sean slumps back into his seat. I feel slightly guilty for getting a little upset, but it’s not like we haven’t talked about this several times before. Before I can think of anything reassuring, Sean continues.

“What if you excused yourself to the restrooms, let me out and get me dressed.”

“And how would we explain to my parents that I went to the bathroom alone and come out with my boyfriend?”

“We could get a big top hat and you pull me out of it. Tada! What a wonderful magic trick.” Sean mimics a magician in front of an invisible audience.

I don’t say anything.

“Or, you know,” Sean shrugs. “Just tell them the truth.”

“I can’t,” I sigh. “They wouldn’t understand.”

Sean crosses his arms. “Your parents are weird. My dads wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

“That’s because they’re also werecocks!” I helplessly gesture at everything again. “Don’t you understand? This isn’t how it works in the real world.”

In the corner of my eyes I notice the fidgeting stops and turn to face him, already knowing what look will await me. As I look at him, I see his disapproving face, laced with disappointment.

“The ‘real world’, huh?” he says and turns away to the side window.

My stomach drops. I really didn’t mean to hurt him like that.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I attempt damage control. “I just… You know what I mean right?”

No response.

“I’m really sorry,” I continue. “It was a bad choice of words.”

Still no response and I decide to not press the issue further. I know he’ll get over it, but it doesn’t make me feel any less guilty.

The rest of the way we don’t talk much until the house of my parents comes into view around half an hour later where I already see them standing by the door, waiting for us. Knowing my mother, she’s probably been waiting for our arrival on the patio for at least 10 minutes despite the chilly weather.

After I park the car in the front yard I turn to Sean again.

“Are you still mad?” I ask softly.

“A little,” he says after undoing his seatbelt and gives me a peck on my cheek. “I’m really looking forward to meeting your parents though. Maybe I’ll learn something about the real world today.”

Without a further word he opens the door of the car and steps outside, making his way towards my parents, without waiting for me to introduce him. I’m not sure whether it’s because of the thing I said or because he just wants to get inside quickly. Probably both.

I use the few seconds I have to myself to watch Sean greet my parents and reminisce about our relationship. His patience, especially towards me, will never cease to amaze me. It is a virtue I distinctly lack. Sean may be a cheeky little bag of sass, but I wouldn’t want to trade him in for anyone else in the world. And this makes the moments when I accidentally say something wrong all the more painful.

With a sigh I open the door and walk to my parents, who are already leading Sean inside.

“Hey mom. Hey dad,” I say as I enter the patio.

“Michael!” My mom squeals as she goes in for a hug. I must admit I hadn’t visited in a while, mostly because I accidentally let slip that I have a boyfriend now and my parents immediately asked to meet him, which of course is a little difficult, when he’s a werecock and spends most of his time attached to my crotch.

“Well, this is Sean,” I gesture at my boyfriend, who has already seized the opportunity and took a few steps into the door, crossing his arms to retain body heat. No wonder, I think, he’s used to the cozy warmth between my legs.

My mother, the acute observer that she is, turns to Sean. “Are you cold, my dear?”

“A little,” Sean says as I follow my mother inside. “It’s usually not this cold where I live.”

“Oh, you’re not from here?”

“No, not really.”

“Where are you from?” My mother asks as my dad closes the door behind us.

Sean glances over at me for a second with the hint of a smirk on his face. “Down south.”

I sigh internally while I try to keep a poker face.


In the following half an hour my parents prepare dinner, while Sean and I unpack our stuff in the guest room, my former childhood room, until we are called down to eat.

After we’ve sat down, as we are passing around the bowls, my mother can barely contain her excitement.

“Well then,” she starts. “Tell us everything!”

“Oof,” I let out as I pass the vegetables to Sean. “Where do we begin?”

“Where did you first meet?” my mother suggests.

Before I can recollect where exactly we met for the first time, Sean beats me to it.

“In a dark room,” he states matter-of-factly as he helps himself to a scoop of vegetables.

“That’s not true,” I blurt out almost instinctively, expecting Sean to retract with a smirk on his face.

Except he doesn’t and instead looks at me confused.

Then it hits me. The reason why I took longer to remember is that the first time we met, he already knew me. We did meet first in a dark room, but he wasn’t in human form at the time. I didn’t even know the dick in my mouth was a person. Later he approached me when I went to the club again.

I look into the faces of everyone. Sean and my parents expect me to clarify what I mean, but I realize that not counting the first meeting in the dark room would be disregarding my boyfriend in his cock form. I would be like denying a part of Sean.

Neither wanting to hurt Sean again nor dragging out the issue further, I concede. “You’re right. It was a dark room.”

My mother tries to hide a grin. Looks like she and Sean will get along nicely.

“But we did meet more normally afterwards,” I quickly add, my ears feeling hot. “You know, with proper dates and stuff.”

“It’s fine,” my mother reassures me. “As long as you’re happy and safe, we’re not judging.”

She takes a quick look to my father, who nods with a smile, somewhat awkward but entirely genuine.

“So it was love on first sight then?” my mother half-jokes with a wink.

“Not for everyone apparently,” Sean glances over to me and I swear I could see a smirk in the corner of his mouth. “Michael didn’t even recognize me from before.”

My ears feel like they’re on fire and I realize that I’ve forgotten to help myself to the meat. “Can we, like, change topics?” I beg through my teeth.

“Okay, so…” My mother is gathering her thoughts while cutting her food. “What do you do?” she asked Sean.

Sean seems confused. “As in?”

“For a living,” she clarifies.

Oh my god no, can we go back to the dark room topic? I think. How do I explain to my parents that my boyfriend literally does nothing all day but spend time in my pants?

“Umm, nothing,” Sean replies.

“So you’re like a house husband?” my father raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, sure.”

“He does help me out with work sometimes!” I interject. Technically it wasn’t a lie. I did occasionally take him to work, though the ‘helping’ part may be a bit of a stretch. “He’s not a bum!”

“No,” Sean confirms. “Quite the opposite.”

Sigh.

“As we said,” my mother reminds us. “We didn’t invite you over for us to judge you.”

Sean seems comfortable enough to continue the conversation while I finally fill my plate. “I went to university though. Studied botany with a focus on agriculture.”

I smile internally, though I’m not sure why he feels the need to make this story up.

“Oh? Does that mean you also know your way around gardening?” my father asks. “I’ve been trying to grow pumpkins, but they’ve never turned out right.”

“Are they wilting or just not growing well?” Sean inquires.

Wait, Sean does tend to the plants we have at home rather expertly.

“Just not growing well,” my father replies.

“What kind of plants have you next to them?”

“Potatoes.”

“Oh yeah, that’s poison to pumpkins,” Sean explains. “Finding the right companion plants is important. The issue is that potatoes drain nutrients from the soil that pumpkins need. You should instead plant onions or sage, or another strong smelling herb to repel insects. Even better, plant beans among the pumpkins. They enrich the soil with nitrogen, which the pumpkins sorely need, especially now that the potatoes have removed it.”

I look at Sean in disbelief, hoping that my parents don’t notice. Is he making this up, or did he really go to university? As a werecock? I’m not sure what to believe anymore.

“That’s very helpful,” my father smiles. “I could show you around the garden. Maybe there’s more advice to be had.”

“Sounds great,” Sean agrees. “We could do that tomorrow.”

My father beams with happiness. Well then, both my parents seem to genuinely like Sean and the nervousness in my chest begins to fade away. The hardest part is done. The rest is easy sailing from here.

I lean back to relax a little, grabbing my glass to drink.

“So,” My mother continues her interrogation. “What do you like to do in your free time?”

“My free time?” Sean thinks for a moment.

I barely follow the conversation right now, at least not actively. Lost in thought as I sip my juice, the last question leads me to imagine a normal day at home as is typical for us. Sean usually spends his free time attached to my crotch and when we’re at home, I frequently open my zipper and let him swing freely, not hidden away from sight. He’s my boyfriend, not an appendage.

“Oh, you know,” Sean finally says. “I like just hanging out.”

Pffst!” His words make me involuntarily eject the juice from my mouth, though there’s enough reflexes in me left that my hand prevents the most of it from spraying over the whole table.


I was able to convince my parents that I was just choking, and not reacting to what Sean said and the rest of the dinner went by relatively uneventful. After helping my parents with the dishes, Sean and I went upstairs, preparing for the night.

The bathroom attached to the guestroom is not big enough to accommodate two people, so I brush my teeth first and sit on the bed as I reminisce about the day and wait for Sean to finish.

Soon enough he exits the bathroom and sits down next to me. “Your parents are nice.”

“They are.” But there’s something else I want to talk about. “By the way, did you really study?”

“Yes.”

“… You never told me.”

“You never asked,” Sean retorts without a hint of accusation.

“I’m sorry, I just—” I stammer.

“You thought I was just a werecock,” he points out.

Ouch.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t mean to—”

“Hurt me?” he grabs my hand. “You’re not.” There was a short break before he continued. “You know you’re not my first boyfriend, but you’re the first who’s making an effort to understand. And that’s the important bit.”

“… How do you manage to be so patient with me?”

“I think it’s a werecock thing,” Sean shrugs. “I’ve seen it with humans who got turned. They generally lack the same patience that born werecocks have, but many start to adjust after a few years.”

I recall what Sean had told me about werecocks, especially their reproduction. There’s two main types, born and turned werecocks. Basically, when a man is penetrated by two werecocks, or otherwise cum of two werecocks finds its way inside a man as he himself climaxes, he turns into a werecock himself, but not before his dick falls off, including balls, which turns into a werecock too. The dick-turned-werecock is considered a born werecock, because he was never human to begin with and has no memories prior to being ‘born’, though he retains most skills such as language by his ‘brother’, the turned werecock. Apparently turned werecocks cannot control their transformation powers that well, which conversely come rather naturally to born werecocks.

Sean told me he lost contact with his brother, because the turning was an accident and not willing. Luckily his werecock parents took Sean in as a ‘child’ as is customs among werecocks. Having four parents, fathers no less, and being born an adult must make for some strange family constellation.

Sean returns me from my thoughts. “I guess you just learn to be patient with people when you spend a significant amount of time as a body part of theirs.”

“Mmh,” I let his words sink in.

“So, uh,” Sean changes topics. “Would you let me stay in your crotch for the night?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“We’re at my parents’ house,” I explain. “What if they see us like this?”

“Your parents would just barge into our room?” Sean raises an eyebrow.

“No but—” I struggle. “What if there’s a fire and, you know-”

“I’d assume there would be different things on their mind when the house is on fire than what we do in the bedroom.”

“It’s not about what we do in the bedroom,” I try to clarify. “It’s like ‘Suddenly magic is real’, you know. It just turns everything upside down.”

“Sooo, it’s better to pretend as if we don’t exist?”

I let out a long breath. Sean doesn’t understand the situation and how should he? This conversation is absurd from his perspective.

I crawl towards the head end of the bed, getting under the blanket. “Can we please have this talk another time? I’m really tired.”

Sean seems somewhat defeated. I realize the whole situation isn’t easy for him either.

I sigh. “You can stay in my crotch for the night. I figure that’s the least I can do.”

Upon my offer a shine returns to his eyes and he dives down under the blanket. Moments later I feel him take my dick in his mouth and merge with it. After a few seconds the transformation is complete.

“Good night.” I pat Sean through the blanket and turn off the light.


I awake to the morning sun and early bird song coming through the window. Only moments later I notice someone else lying next to me in bed. Confused I turn around and see Sean resting his head on his crossed arms, staring at the ceiling. From the contours of the blanket I gather that he is in half-cock form, his lower body forming a man-sized shaft with a glans at the tip.

“Good morning.” Sean looks at me.

Meanwhile I am confused though. Sean had never left my crotch during the night on his own. “Is everything all right? Why did you detach?”

“I’m okay.” His eyes go back to the ceiling again. “I needed to think.”

“About what?”

There is a short break as Sean gathers his thoughts. “Remember when you told me about your coming out?”

“Yeah.”

“I never quite understood it. I mean, yeah, society doesn’t know about us, but I feel that’s more of a difference than a similarity. Gay humans have certain stereotypes attached to them, that you have to deal with on a daily basis. Meanwhile us werecocks don’t. Even if we tell people, they just laugh at our face unless we show them. So yeah, I never understood the point of a coming out.”

He turns to me.

“Until now,” he continues. “I never had to lie, you know. The topic either never came up, people wouldn’t believe me or I would simply show them, but there was never a point where I had to keep the fact I was a werecock to myself. Plus, I never needed to tell my parents either. But now it’s different… I think I understand what you mean when you say it’s not trivial to tell your parents, but it’s also not very satisfying as is, at least in the long run.”

Now wide awake, I sit up. “You… You want us to tell my parents about…?” I gesture at his lower body.

Sean rests his upper body on his elbows. “Would that be so bad?”

“They…” I try to gather my thoughts. “This is different.”

“How.”

“I mean, I understand how you feel, okay? I get that this is… that this doesn’t feel right, but… A coming-out at least has some basis in…” I struggle for the right words.

“Reality?” Sean raises an eyebrow.

I let out a defeated sigh. “You know what I’m trying to say right? People know what a gay person is, imagine I told you dragons are real. Would you believe me?”

“If you showed me, sure.”

“You want—” I sit up at the edge of the bed. “Are you serious?”

Sean just shrugs. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

I begin counting on my fingers. “They could disown me, they could get a heart attack, they could chase us away with torches and pitchforks, they could take away all my toys.”

Realizing I went half-serious towards the end, Sean’s facial features soften. “I think they’ll be fine.”

There is a long pause as I contemplate Sean’s idea for a long minute, before I let out a sigh. “Okay… fine.”

Sean’s face lights up.

“But—” I add with a raised index finger. “If they take away my toys you spend the next whole weekend in my ass.”

Sean scoots over on his cockbody and hugs me from behind. “You say that as if that’s a punishment.”


Showing Sean around the garden has to wait. The weather decided to be rainy today, so we spend the morning after breakfast inside in the living room, talking about this and that and reading various magazines.

There is currently a conversational break when my mother returns with tea in her hand and sits down across from Sean and me, though it is my father who is the first to speak.

“We have a barbeque coming up soon,” he says to us. “Would you like to come too?”

Before we can answer, my mother interjects. “Oh that’s a great idea! I totally forgot about that. It’s a little get-together among neighbors. First barbeque of the year.”

“Sounds cool,” I say. “When is that?”

My parent’s look at each other. “Two weeks, right?” my mother asks and my father nods.

“Oh sorry,” I reply. “I’m afraid we can’t.”

“Oh? Why not?” my mother wants to know.

“It’s full moon,” Sean says behind his magazine.

Well yeah, I thought, but I figured there was a better way to say this.

“And, uh…” my father begins. “That’s a problem? Are you a werewolf or something?” my father jokes.

“I mean…” I manage, before Sean continues.

“Not quite.” Sean puts down the magazine. “I’m a werecock.”

There were few things that got my mother stumped, but now I see her eyebrows twitch. “A what?”

“It’s like a werewolf, except I turn into a penis,” Sean continues. “I guess it’s slightly more complicated but that’s the gist of it.” He mumbled the rest mostly to himself, looking at his own gesticulating hands.

My parents look at me, possibly expecting some sort of punchline or clarification. But there’s nothing I can say, so I just shrug my shoulders and put on my ‘What can I say, it’s true.’ face.

After a few more moments of awkward silence, Sean looks at me with a questioning glance. I think about it for a second and then nod.

“Maybe a demonstration is in order,” Sean says before I watch him get smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing in a pile of his own clothes.

My parents freeze, but as it is when humans are presented with the impossible, they find ways to distract themselves with other thoughts.

“Is he going to turn back?” my father asks.

“Eventually,” I reply. “It takes Sean about 10 to 15 minutes until he’s ready to transform again. It also depends on circumstance. That’s why full moon is a problem for him. It takes more willpower to stay in human form.” I noticed that I started blabbering, probably to mask my own nervousness.

There are no more questions, but my parents eventually pry their eyes away from the pile of clothes and Sean and give each other puzzled looks.

I figure that my parents need some minutes to process what they’ve just witnessed, so I get up and pick up Sean and his clothes, cradling him in front of my chest.

“We’ll, uh, be in our room,” I say. “Sean is going to be naked when he turns back,” I add as if we needed a reason to leave.


Back in our room, I close the door behind me and sit us both down on the bed. I start stroking Sean’s phallic form with my thumb as my hand cradled his balls. I feel him twitch a little, getting closer to my hand. A couple months ago this would have felt weird to me, but now it comes more… natural. It almost feels as if the werecock coming-out legitimized our relationship. I realize now, that we both needed this.

“Well, at least they didn’t throw me out yet,” I say half-jokingly.

There is of course no reaction, not that I expected any. “In fact, I think they handled it relatively well,” I continue. “It was a bit different with my own coming out, you know. My parents always wanted grand kids, and being the only child… Well. Let’s say the tone was slightly different. Not aggressive, mind you, just, I don’t know, disappointed, I guess.”

My mind goes back to my parents and what they would be discussing right now. I can’t imagine them having a bad reaction, but that still doesn’t help my nervousness. I can’t sit still anymore, so I pull a piece of clothing over Sean like a tiny blanket and untangle the clothes so that he wouldn’t accidentally rip anything when he turns back.

Then I get up and walk towards the window, leaning my head against the glass as the rain prattles against its surface.

The rain proves soothing enough that time seems to fly by and I hear Sean behind me move on the bed.

“I’m sorry if I made things difficult,” I hear him say and turn around. There Sean lies on the bed in his half cock form, his flaccid lower body hanging down the edge of the bed. He appears to be somewhat exhausted. Sean probably tried to turn back as quickly as possible, only allowing him to manage the half form.

“Don’t worry,” I say as I walk back to the bed, sit down and put my arm around Sean’s shoulders drawing him closer. “I think it was the right thing to do. Besides I owed you anyway.”

Sean raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t break away. “Owed me?”

“You’re always putting up with me and I don’t know how you manage.” I peck him on his cheek. “Guess this was the least I could do.”

“The least, huh?” he smirks. “Well, if that’s the case—”

“Now, now,” I interrupt him. “Don’t press your luck.”

“That’s not how it works,” Sean teases. “You’re not very good at owing people, are you?”

“Don’t worry,” I start stroking his lower body. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Sean inhales deeply and as I notice his shaft turning into a giant semi, I get excited as well.

Our moment is interrupted by someone knocking on the door. “Michael, Sean,” I hear my mother outside.

Caught unawares I scramble for a blanket to throw over Sean’s lower body. “Come in.” I answer hastily. Just before the door opens, I pull my legs up and cross them to conceal my semi, though in retrospect that was a little silly, considering the contours of Sean’s lower body is clearly visible through the blanket.

My mother peeks in and hesitates. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you need a moment?”

“No, no, we’re…” I reply and look over to Sean, who I now realize is naked apart from the blanket. I sigh internally. Of course Sean didn’t think about throwing on his shirt. “We’re fine.”

My mother opens the door, revealing my father behind her. “We just wanted to let you know, that…” She seems to struggle for the right words. “This were-thing isn’t a problem for us. We were just… surprised.”

Dumbfounded is the right word, but yeah. I think. “Thanks” Is the only thing I manage. I am not sure what else to say, really.

But clearly there is another thing on my parents’ minds as well. “That condition,” my mother continues. “Is it transmittable?”

I have to suppress a chuckle. It’s almost like a role reversal. My parents aren’t the wise advice givers anymore, but now the confused children.

“Come in. Take a seat,” I say, gesturing at the armchairs near the window. “We’ll fill you in.”

After I manage to convince Sean to put on a shirt, we spend the next half an hour talking about how werecocks work. We mostly cover the ‘biological’ aspect, leaving out the private day-to-day details of our relationship. Sean tells my parents where new werecocks come from, the different kinds, born and turned werecocks, as well as shaft-downs and shaft-ups and that he is a born shaft-down. Explaining to my parents that shaft-downs attach orally and their lower body becomes a penis with a glans while shaft-ups attach anally with a penis and balls as a lower body is a little embarrassing, but luckily we don’t dwell on the topic. My parents want to know if there’s female werecocks too, but Sean says that while all werecocks are technically male, the different kinds of werecocks, born and turned, and shaft-down and shaft-up serve as some sort of gender system in terms of associated stereotypes and behaviours, not reproduction. I think about likening it to gay archetypes like bear and twink, but I figure my parents wouldn’t be able to make much sense out of that either, so we move on.

Over time my parents’ awkwardness shifts to curiosity and so Sean talks about his own ‘birth’ and his brother, as well as the transformation process in general and what full moon means to werecocks. He brings up his fathers too and my parents suggest meeting them.

All in all the talk goes really well and my parents seem somewhat relieved. I am not sure what they were fearing, but they leave as if a weight was lifted off their shoulders.

Once the door closes behind my parents, Sean loses no time shucking his shirt. I would roll my eyes, but to be honest, I want to go back to where we were before, though I know Sean just does it because he hates wearing clothes.

I turn to him. “That went well.”

“Yeah!” Sean seems elated. “I can’t wait for my fathers to meet your parents.” I forgot he probably never got to introduce his fathers to parents of former boyfriends.

I go in for an embrace. “I forgot to thank you,” I say warmly as I lay him down on the bed.

“For what?” Sean asks as I feel his shaft below me hardening again.

“For keeping the sass down as I requested.”

“Does that mean the sass ban is lifted?” he smirks up at me.

“No, no,” I jest. “I like you more without the sass.”

Sean raises an eyebrow without losing his smile. “No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” I admit as I start kissing his neck.

Today went much better than I hoped.


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