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My Stepfather - 2
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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Continuation of taking care of my stepfather when my
mother wouldn't. (Mm, ped)
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PART 2
As George and I continued driving home, we kept talking
about sex. The more we talked, the hornier I got, but I
also kept getting up more nerve to ask more leading
questions. I asked him when he started jacking off and
when he first started cumming when he jacked off and
even asked if he still jacked off (of course, I knew my
answer to that from the previous night and this
afternoon), his answer however didn't match to what I
knew.
"No son, I don't have to do that anymore, thanks to
your mother. Sometimes, she gets this thing in her and
don't want me to pull it out," he laughed.
I also asked him questions about how many women he had
had sex with and how old he was when he first did it,
then I got really brave and went in for the killer
question.
"Have you ever fooled around with guys, like those
queers you hear about?" I asked.
"Hell no, there's plenty of pussy around for me not to
have to do that!" he answered.
I felt deflated, I thought if he had said yes, I had a
chance of something happening between us, but realized
it was not likely to happen. As we pulled into the
driveway, I was so disappointed, not to mention feeling
foolish for almost hitting on my stepfather, the man
who had been my dad for the past nine years, the only
real father I knew.
As we went into the house, my mother was packing a bag
and said that she and my two sisters were going with
her friend Dorothy and her daughter for a girl's
weekend. When George protested, my mother said she and
Dorothy had just decided it this afternoon when all the
kids were in school and it would be a good opportunity
for her to cool down after her fight with George.
"I think this is just what I need right now, we'll be
back Sunday night, there's plenty of food in the fridge
for the two of you and I left two steaks out for you to
grill tonight, love you both.", she said and then gave
us each a kiss.
"Okay," I thought, "so she isn't still mad at him like
she was, at least she is talking to him, and he still
hasn't had sex since the fight started, so maybe this
weekend will be good after all, if nothing else, I'm
sure to get to sneak peeks at him jacking off." I was
feeling much better now.
After my mom and my sisters left, George looked at me
and said, "Well, I guess we are on our own now. I'll
start the grill if you start the baked potatoes."
George walked outside and fired up the grill and I put
the potatoes into the microwave. As I finished, he
called from outside and told me to bring him a beer.
When I got out there with it, his son, Bobby was
outside with him and told me to bring him one also.
George's son Bobby was the youngest of George's three
kids from his first marriage and looked the most like
George, but was much taller. I had always thought Bobby
was very sexy and when I was much younger, he treated
me more like a baby brother than he did now that he was
twenty-two. Bobby had just gotten married about three
months earlier and he and his wife were still in the
honeymoon stage. When I brought Bobby's beer out to
him, he and George were making jokes about how much his
dick hurt from using it all the time. Bobby and George
were sitting in lawn chairs and the only place left for
me to sit was on a reclining lounge chair, as I sat
down, George got up and went to the back of his truck
and brought out a cooler.
As he opened it, he said to me, "If your mom and
sisters can have a girl's weekend, we can have a boy's
weekend, here," and he passed me a beer from his
cooler.
I had tasted beer a few times and never liked the
taste, but wasn't going to say so with George and Bobby
there, so I opened the can and took a big gulp. I made
a face and Bobby started laughing at me and said,
"You're such a pussy, Ricky." I ignored him and set
back in the recliner.
As George and Bobby talked about different things, I
just sat there with my mouth shut and slowly drank my
beer. Bobby's chair was right across from mine and
since I was in the recliner, his crotch was right at my
eye level. I had never seen Bobby's cock, but had
noticed for years how big his crotch looked. As we set
there on this night, I was staring right at it and when
Bobby shifted in his chair and spread his legs apart,
his cutoff jean shorts opened on one side and one of
his nuts fell where I could see it.
It was huge! It was even bigger than his father's and I
couldn't help but wonder if his dick was bigger too. I
was about to find out, because just then, Bobby stood
up and walked a few feet away from us and pulled his
dick out to take a piss. George and he just kept
talking like nothing had happened and I tried to act
like nothing was happening, but I couldn't help looking
at his cock. It was beautiful, even soft. Since it was
already about six inches, I was sure it would be
amazing hard and it was the thickest cock I had ever
seen. Bobby finished peeing and said he had to get home
and told George he would talk to him later.
I couldn't move from my chair as Bobby left, because
seeing his wonderful cock had given me a huge hard-on.
George told me to go check on the potatoes and as I got
up, I stuffed my hands in my pockets to hide my woody.
George started laughing and said, "When I was your age,
I always had the same problem, that damned thing
popping up all the time, still happens sometimes to me,
but if you catch the head of it in your underwear
waistband, nobody can tell."
Although I was embarressed, I thought it was so kewl
that George had noticed I had a boner, because he had
obviously looked at my crotch, regardless of how
innocently.
By the time George and I had finished dinner, I had
drank about 5 beers to his 12, but we were both pretty
tipsy. Every time I stood up, I would stagger and
George would laugh at me. As it got dark, we went into
the house and started watching "Dallas" on TV. I was
sitting in the chair and George was on the couch. After
a few minutes, he pulled off his t-shirt and his pants
and was just in his socks and briefs. He was not shy
and usually would sit around this way at night, even
when my sisters were home.
I couldn't keep my mind on the television show, because
I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye and
every few minutes, he would adjust himself inside his
briefs. I don't know if it was from him touching it, or
the many beers he was still drinking, but he started to
get a hard-on and I couldn't help watching it.
I was a very shy kid and would never let anyone see me
without my shirt and pants on normally, but feeling the
buzz from the beers, I decided to pull my shirt and
pants off as George had, he glanced over as I did this
and said, "More comfortable, ain't it?"
I just said, "Yeah," and sat back down.
After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and
feeling the effects of the beer, got up my nerve to
stand up (with my five inch cock, rock hard and poking
at my underwear). I stretched myself as I stood up and
made sure George could see my boner as I said I was
going to bed.
George looked over for just a few seconds and then as I
walked toward the hall said, "Yeah, looks like you need
to take care of that thing when you get there." and
laughed.
I said nothing as I walked to my room, but "taking care
of that thing" was exactly what I wanted to do.
As I got into bed, I had the idea to not sleep in my
underwear as I usually did and so I removed them and
let them lay on the floor. I laid there in bed very
quietly for a long time, hoping to hear some noise
coming from George on the couch, but could only hear
the television. I decided I was getting nowhere with
this and got up, pulled my underwear back on and walked
back into the living room. As I walked in, George
snapped the waistband of his underwear and jumped a
little. I realized he must have been playing with
himself, as he said, "I thought you were going to bed."
I said, "Yeah, but I couldn't sleep."
Although I know he noticed my still hard tent in my
underwear, he said nothing as I set back down in the
chair. Still feeling the effects of my first ever buzz,
I started rubbing my cock through my underwear, very
discreetly and noticed George was doing the same. We
were both rock hard by this point and my heart was
beating out of my chest from nervousness.
Finally, George broke the spell we both seemed under
when he stood up and said he was now going to bed.
Fantastic I thought, so now I can go to bed and listen
as he jacks off, which I was sure he would do.
I turned off the TV and told him I was going back to
bed also.
Again lying in my bed naked and very quiet, I waited to
hear sounds that would let me know he was jacking off.
It was only minutes until I started to hear a slight
rustle and decided to tiptoe to the door of my room, to
see if I could catch a glimpse from his room. As I got
to the door, I was shaking so hard, I thought there was
no way he couldn't hear me, but from the look of it, he
hadn't heard a thing. With the moonlight coming in from
the window, I was very easily able to see him lying on
his back, with one hand at the base of his cock and the
other rubbing very slow strokes up the shaft.
I almost shot a load right then. I watched him for what
seemed forever, standing there in the door with nothing
on and then I freaked, he started to get out of bed. I
quickly ran back to my bed as he came into the hall.
Since I had obviously made a great deal of noise on my
return to bed, George paused in the doorway and said,
"Richard, you asleep?"
I didn't move and he went on toward the bathroom and
then into the living room wearing nothing. In a second,
I heard the sound of his cigarette lighter and got out
of bed and pulled on my underwear again, still popping
a tent from my boner.
When I walked into the living room, George was sitting
on the couch, with his legs spread and nothing on.
There were no lights on in the room, but the moonlight
allowed me to have a perfect view of his enormous cock.
It was the first time I had seen it hard, without
having to steal a glimpse (here it was right in front
of me). It was beautiful, at least nine inches long,
about six inches around and thick the whole length,
with a huge round mushroom head. George made no
attempts at hiding his hard-on from me, so I made no
attempts at hiding mine in my underwear.
As I set down, George said, "I couldn't sleep, guess
I'm used to your mother being in the bed."
I wasn't sure what to say, so all I came up with was,
"Yeah, I can't sleep either."
We were both quiet for awhile and then as he put his
cigarette out, George said, "Well, since neither of us
can sleep, maybe we could both fall asleep if you slept
in the bed with me." George and I had slept in the same
bed before, throughout the years, but usually just on
camping trips or vacations. Since I was finally getting
the chance I had wanted so badly for the last two days,
I wasn't about to refuse and quickly said, "Okay."
We headed back off to bed, but this time, we were
headed to only the one bed, his...and my mother's.
George was only semi hard now as he crawled into bed,
but I was still rock hard and with my beer induced
nerve, decided since he had just gotten in bed with
nothing on, I would remove my underwear. I let them
fall on the floor, and thought how my mother must do
the same thing when she has sex with this man.
George made no comment as I removed my underwear, we
both laid very still and I could see from the corner of
my eye that George was now fully hard again, under the
sheet. I pretended to fall fast asleep and rolled onto
my side, facing George, when he didn't move, I snuggled
over closer to him and made soft sleeping sounds.
It was only a few moments, until George quietly
whispered, "You asleep, son?"
I said nothing, and snuggled a little closer toward
him, so that my knee was barely touching the side of
his hip. After a few minutes, George pulled the cover
down past his hips and then using his foot, pushed them
down to the foot of the bed, this left him totally bare
in the moonlight and me partially bare beside of him.
Looking through squinted eyes, I stared at his amazing
cock, as he spit in his hand and started to rub it.
Being so close to him as he was slowly jacking off, I
wanted so bad to touch it, but instead, I snuggled
still closer to him and this time, I let my one leg
rest slightly on his upper leg. As I did this, he
raised his left arm from his side and cupped it around
my shoulder. Taking this opportunity, I pushed myself
completely against him and we were now completely
cuddled with him on his back, left arm around me and my
head resting on his left chest. I was in heaven and
loving every second of this.
George started again to stroke his cock and with our
new position, my left arm was across his abdomen as he
jerked himself off. I stopped trying to pretend to have
my eyes shut and had them fully open as I lay there
watching my stepfather stroke his cock, with me curled
up against him. At that moment, I knew I wanted to do
anything I could to help him satisfy the fact that my
mother had refused him sex last night and had left him
alone without sex this night. I had no idea how long it
had been since they had sex, but I knew I hadn't heard
them in weeks and it was obvious George was very horned
up.
After a few minutes of watching him, I pulled up all
the nerve I had in my 14 year old body and lifted my
hand from his stomach to his cock. I grabbed it firmly
with my young hand, but was not able to wrap my hand
completely around it. George moved his hand as soon as
I did this and turned to me whispering, "We shouldn't
be doing this, you should go back to your bed, son."
My response was as quiet as his comment, "George, I
want to do this. I wanted to help you last night when
Mom wouldn't let you have sex. I heard you jacking off,
I saw you go to the bathroom last night. I did push the
door open to the bathroom when you were jacking off in
there today. Please George, don't make me go back to my
bed, tell me how to help you, I want to do anything to
help you cum, let me sleep here just tonight, we never
have to do it again, but please, let me help you cum,
please George, please, please... Daddy?"
George started to cry very softly and said, "I love you
Richard, I love you as much as I do my own children, I
always wanted to do this with one of my own boys, but
they never let me get this far, all they ever gave me
was the opportunity to watch them jack off, or for me
to let them catch me jacking off. I remember when I
first met your mother, you were only five years old. I
couldn't wait to meet you when she told me she had a
young son. When I looked into those big brown eyes of
yours the first time, I knew I had to do whatever I
could to get this opportunity with you.
"I've waited nine long years, your growing up right
before my eyes, and I almost thought I would never get
the chance while you were still a boy. I still wish one
of my sons had ever given me this chance, but you are
also one of my sons (if only by law). I don't want you
to go back to your bed, I do want you to stay here and
help me to cum and I want to help you to cum also, but
I must stress to you, nobody can ever know about this,
promise?"
"I promise," I said and I started to cry with joy as
George rolled me onto my back and put his lips to mine.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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