Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 06:20:52 -0800 From: Karl Subject: StepDad Scott This story is the property of the author. It cannot be duplicated, sold, copied, etc without the writer's WRITTEN permission. This is a work of fiction. Please don't decide to show your stepson or the cute neighbor kids how to do anything that might get them or you in trouble. If you're too young to be reading this, shame on you. Go read something more suitable. That being said, Enjoy the story. ******** My Step Dad Scott When I was 4 years old my mom and dad decided to call it quits. They were always arguing and it really was the best idea. Of course, I didn't understand why daddy had to move away, but mommy said he could come and see me as much as he wanted. I saw him about 3 times after that. Mommy started working and we stayed with my grandparents. They were nice people but they were old and had raised their own brood. They lived in a neighborhood that didn't have that many kids so I was pretty solitary. They didn't look forward to another youngster around the house. For a couple of years it seemed like that would be my life. Then my mother met a new guy. He was a was a giant man! His name was Scott. They went out for a while before I met him. When we finally met he grabbed me around the waist and threw me up in the air. His hands were huge and he was almost able to put both his hands around my middle. When he threw me up in the air it scared the heck out of me but as soon as I started to fall he caught me. My immediate response was "Do it again!" He and my mom started going out pretty regularly and after about a year of dating mom came how really excited. Scott had asked her to marry him. She said she wanted to come home and talk to me about it but I could tell she had already made up her mind. I wasn't sure but I thought I liked him a lot. She explained to me that we would be moving out of grandma and grandpa's house and would be living in Scott's house. She told me I'd have my own room and that was all I needed to hear. I started planning what kind of posters I wanted to put up and I said I wanted it to be green. A month later they got married. I hadn't been to Scott's yet but my mom told me all about it. When we got there I couldn't believe how big the house was. It had 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. Mom and Scott had their own bathroom and then there was one that the other two bathrooms shared. The one downstairs was for company. Scott let me pick out which room I wanted for my own. I picked the room that could see over the whole yard. Scott and mom were down at the other end of the hall. Even though I didn't have my own bathroom it was sorta like I did since no one else ever used it. My bedroom was huge and I could fit my bed and, Scott said, I could even have a tv in it. I'd never had my own tv so I was super excited. The next day mom and I spent the day getting everything from grandma and grandpa's house. When we finally pulled up to Scott's house again he answered the door in coveralls that had green paint on them. He smiled at me sheepishly and said, "You're mom told me you wanted a green room. I hope it's the color you wanted." I ran upstairs and it was incredible. It was exactly the color I wanted. Then I noticed the poster that I'd had rolled up under the bed at grandma and grandpa's in a frame on the wall. It was the perfect room. I knew life was going to be alright. I woke up in the middle of the night one night shortly after our move into the new house. Scott and my mom had gone to a party and when they came in they were a little loud. My mom paid the babysitter and I listened as Scott and my mom made their way up the stairs. My mom was giggling and I could tell she and Scott were grabbing each other. I heard Scott make a growly noises and my mom moaned. They passed my bedroom, my mom shushing Scott. I heard them go into their bedroom. I could hear them moaning and making noises. I realized I hadn't heard the door close. I quietly got out of bed and made my way down the hall. I crept up to the half open door and looked in. I couldn't believe it. My mom was laying on the bed with her skirt pulled up above her hips and Scott had pulled her panties aside. He had his face buried in my mom's private area. I'd seen mommy naked before and asked 'how come she had hair between her legs' and she said that's what happens when boys and girls grow up. But I could see that she didn't have hair there anymore. Why did she cut it all off? I watched as she grabbed at his hair and he roughly pushed her legs apart even further. I couldn't tell if they were enjoying it or fighting. I watched for a while and realized that my peter had grown VERY hard. I could hear him lapping at her and she moaned and groaned louder and louder. Then it happened. Scott stood up and while holding her legs apart with one hand on one knee and his knee against her other knee. He pushed the front of his pants down with one hand. Struggling to get his underwear out of the way I noticed his enormous bulge. My mom started to get up but he pushed her back down and he pulled his underwear down just enough to let his giant dick free. It stuck up fat and hard and had a slight curve. I was in awe. Even though it was a little dark I could tell that it was as thick as my arm and a lot of fluid was coming out of the tip. Was he peeing? My mom laid back down. He aimed his dick right between her legs and he shoved as hard as he could into her. She grunted and he laid on top of her. They stayed that way for a few seconds. Then he started pumping back and forth into her. He pulled almost all the way out and then shoved his giant dick back in hard. He was pounding down hard with each shove. She moaned and he pushed faster and faster. My hand naturally went down between my legs. My cotton pjs barely contained my hard as nails peter. I just rubbed the front of them, not really knowing why. I found myself rubbing faster and faster as I watched Scott pound his enormous dick into my mom. My mom started yelling and it scared me at first but then I noticed she threw her head back and moaned louder. She kept telling Scott that he was her daddy or something and he kept calling her a bad girl. That talk seemed to make Scott go faster. And then he said in a low soft grown, "Here it comes baby." He made a final thrust and tensed. I watched as he made small jerking motions on top of her. When he stopped he lowered himself down on her and she wrapped her legs around him. They started kissing. I realized I had just witnessed 'sex'. I wasn't sure how I felt about it but I knew it made me tingle from my head down to my groin. I went back to my room and thought about it some more. I knew that I liked looking at them have sex. From that point on I always listened for them but they didn't leave their door open anymore. Once I saw Scott come out of their bedroom with his robe half open and his hard dicks sticking out of the opening. He ran to the linen cabinet and grabbed something from under the towels and hurried back into the bedroom. I couldn't see what he grabbed but knew it was something that I wasn't supposed to see because it was sort far back and under some towels. When he went back into their bedroom I listened at the door but only heard my mommy moaning louder. The next day when everyone was down stairs I pulled a chair up to the closet and looked but it was just a box that looked like it had containged a thermos or something. The box was long and sort of square. It said something about "monster stretching" or something like that. That was the closest I'd seen to them having sex again after that. As time went by I got settled into my new school and things seemed to be going pretty well. I made some new friends and joined the basketball team. I was a little tall and gangly for my age but it paid off when it came to basketball. I really liked the new school and the neighborhood. We would have the neighbors over and Scott and my mom became the ideal couple. At one of the backyard barbeques my friend Kenny and I were playing under the kitchen window when I heard Scott and another man talking softly and laughing. They were talking about playing on a swing set or something. I didn't understand but the man said he and his wife liked to swing too. I couldn't imagine Scott or his friend playing on the swings. Sometimes my mom and Scott would send me over to my friend Kenny's house and I would stay there overnight. Mommy said they were having a party and that I couldn't be home. When I told her I'd stay in my room and be quiet mommy said that they would be making a lot of noise and I should probably stay over night at my friends house. I remember coming home early one morning after my sleep over at Kenny's and when I walked in I saw Scott's friend's wife was there at the kitchen table. They all acted weird when I came in, obviously not expecting me back this early. It felt like I walked into something but I wasn't sure what. When I asked about why those people were still here Scott said that 'it got really late and they had a sleep over too.' Oh. I didn't know grown ups had sleep overs. "Where's your friend?", I asked Scott, not seeing the man there. "He ran upstairs to use the bathroom," Scott said a little embarrassed. "Oh," I said as I grabbed my backpack. "I guess I should go to my room then," I said backing out of the room. Everyone seemed relieved to see me go. As I got to the top of the stairs Scott's friend was coming out of the bathroom that I normally used. He was reading something on a box. He only had a T-shirt on. His weiner was long and had a lot of skin on the end of it. I was hypnotized by it. It swung back and forth as he walked toward me. His balls were really big and hanging low too. They bounced against his legs as he walked. I couldn't imagine how he could fit that in his underwear. As I studied him I realized that he didn't have any hair on his weiner. His was smooth like mine. I must have moved or something because he jumped and looked up from reading the box. I stood there and he got kind of embarrassed and started to turn towards the bathroom. I just stood there staring at him. "Hi," I said feeling a little awkward but unable to stop looking at his huge penis. He looked at me again and realized I was looking directly at his crotch. He stopped. He looked down at his crotch and then directly at me and gave me an evil grin. "You like my big dick?", he said in a whisper. It was so low that I almost didn't hear him. My mouth was completely dry. I just nodded my head. "Wanna come feel it?", he said looking over my shoulder and down the stairs a little nervously. It felt like someone else was in control of my body. I put my backpack down and walked over to him. I stood right in front of him. My chin was about even with his belly button. I just reached out and felt the skin around the head of his dick. "How come...", I started to ask, but he put a finger to his lips and shushed me. "Is that your room?", he asked looking in the direction of my door. I nodded my head indicating that it was. He grabbed my backpack and my hand and we went over to my room. He softly closed the door and said a little louder, "Okay, you can feel it all you want but we have to be quiet and it has to be a secret, okay?" I nodded and grabbed his dick again. It was a little thicker than it had been earlier. I squeezed at it and gave it a little tug. He moaned and listened toward the door. Then he reached down and pulled the skin back on his dick. The head of it was red and shiny. It was a little moist. He took his finger tip and took some of the liquid that was coming from the end of his dick and then put his finger to my mouth. I just opened up for him. He put his finger in my mouth and I closed my mouth around it. "Fuuuuuuuck," he hissed. "You like that?", he asked excitedly. I nodded, feeling his finger slide in and out of my mouth as I nodded. His dick really started to get hard. He grabbed the end of his dick and started to bring it toward my mouth. As I opened up we heard someone in the kitchen. It was like it snapped him back to reality. He brought his head up and looked at me. "Damn kid, doesn't look like we're gonna be able to finish this," he said pulling away. He opened the door and I watched as his cock bobbed up and down while he headed back into the bathroom. He yelled from the bathroom door, "Hey you guys got any Pepto? Stomach's a little upset." He put his finger to his lips and winked and stepped back into the bathroom. I closed my bedroom door and realized my little dick was hard as a rock. I heard Scott coming up the stairs and saying, "Yeah, it's in my bathroom though. I'll get it for you." I heard the bathroom door open and heard Scott laugh, "Damn dude. Doesn't that thing ever go down?" "C'mon Scott, give it a little kiss," I heard his friend say. Scott moaned and said in a quieter voice, "Dude, you're killin' me. Ronnie's home. I don't want him to see that." The guy laughed and said, "He'd probably like it." I just stood inside the door breathing hard. I never really saw them again after that except at the barbeques and stuff. Scott and my mom made sure they knew when I was coming home when I'd stayed the night at a friends house. I always had to call and let them know I was on my way. For a couple of years thing went along as normal. I was still trying to see Scott's enormous dick and he managed to never let it show. The best times were when he'd wear his basketball shorts around the house. They were made out of thin material and I could make out his dick head as it brushed the front of his shorts. I'd just turned 11 and I'd noticed that my feelings around boys had started to change. I didn't really think of girls any differently except for noticing that all the other boys around me at school had started acting weird around them. I didn't know who to talk to about it. My new best friend, Will, was always talking about girls now. The words 'homo' and 'faggot' started being bantered around the locker room. I didn't want to be one of those guys. They were all prissy and fussy. I mean, I tried to make sure my hair was combed and stuff but I didn't think about clothes and stuff. I thought about it. Maybe I could talk to Scott. He always said if I needed to talk to a guy about 'guy things' I could talk to him. I was gonna ask him about it all. But when it came time I couldn't. A couple of times I started to but then I started to think of him and his giant dick and how much I wanted to see it again. I'd get all flustered and just say 'nevermind'. One day at school Will came up to me and said, "Dude! I did it!" I looked at him and asked, "You did what?" He lowered his voice and said, "I spunked." "Huh?", I asked feeling very stupid. "You know. I shot cum," he said, making me feel even dumber. "Did it hurt?", I asked not quite understanding it. "What," he laughed. "You know. When you jack off. Well, maybe you don't. My brother showed me how he jacked and then shot cum. He showed me how to do it and I do it all the time. But just this morning I actually shot." I was totally confused. The class bell rang and I still didn't understand completely. The rest of the day I knew I had to talk to Scott about it. That night I asked Scott if I could talk to him. "Sure," he said stretching back on the couch next to my mom. I looked over at her and then at him and said, "It's kind of a guy thing." My mom, taking the hint said, "Well, it's getting a little late. I should probably let you men talk. I'm going up to bed. I'll see you in the morning." She kissed Scott on the lips and then me on the top of the head. Scott looked up at her and winked. When I heard her head up stairs I settled in on the footstool at Scott's feet. Scott was still laying back on the couch. He had his basketball shorts on and I could totally see the outline of his dick. It was a warm night so he didn't have his shirt on. The hair on his chest looked extremely hot and I could see the hair sticking out from under his arms. I was having all these new weird feelings and I didn't know what to do about them. I didn't know how to say it so I just blurted it out, "How do you jack off?" Scott started a little and he sat up a little straighter and put his feet on the floor. He got a look on his face that said he hadn't been ready for that question. "Well Ronnie," he started slowly, "every guy does it a little differently. I do it one way and you probably do it another..." "Yeah, no, I mean, but what is it?", I asked feeling completely frustrated. "Oh. Oh, you mean you want to know how. Oh. Well. Let's see. Does your di.. co.. penis ever get hard?", he asked trying to be parental. I nodded. "Okay then. That's the first step," he said feeling like we were already making progress. "When your penis," he said and then said in a 'man-to-man' tone, "your dick gets hard are you thinking about any girl in particular?" I shook my head 'no'. "Okay then," he said continuing. "What do you think about?" "What do you mean?", I asked feeling a little flush. "When your dick gets hard are you thinking about any particular thing or are you maybe looking at a particular girl?", he said stumbling along. "I don't think about girls," I said feeling very hot and like maybe this was a mistake. "Oh," he said getting very quiet. "I guess maybe we should talk about this later," I said feeling a little trapped and a lot uncomfortable. "No. No. It just threw me a little that's all," Scott said looking at me softly. "Some boys like other boys. That's okay too." "But I heard some of the guys at school say that that meant you were a homo or a fag," I felt like I was gonna cry. Scott lifted my face up to his and said in a half sympathetic, half angry tone, "Look those kind of people are ignorant. They've been taught to hate and hate is never a good thing. It serves no one." I was a little surprised by his tone. He seemed to soften a little and said, "It's okay if you like boys. I like boys and girls." "How can you like both?", I asked not understanding. I only liked boys. "Oh, it's all very complicated sometimes," he said sighing. He sat back on the couch again leaning into it. I could still see the outline of his dick in his shorts. It was just hanging there to the side. "So are you going to tell me?", I asked, going back to my original question. He seemed to come back to the moment. "Oh yeah, right," he said sitting back up. "So what do you want to know?" "I wanna shoot spunk," I said in a tone that I hoped made it sound like I knew what I was talking about. Scott stifled a laugh and said, "Well, first you have to know how to have an orgasm. Have you played with your hard dick?" "I guess I rubbed it a few times but it didn't make cum shoot out," I said feeling like I may be in over my head. "C'mere," he said, pulling the footstool I had been sitting on closer. "So, let's see," he said as he looked up the stairs toward their bedroom. "I could give you a book and let you learn from there or I could show you some tricks," he said looking at me. "Will you show me?", I asked excitedly. "Okay. But if we do this it can only be between us. Some people wouldn't understand that I'm just showing you how to do this and it's a natural thing," he said looking me in the eye. I nodded my consent and crossed my heart. "Stand up," he said pulling himself to the edge of the couch. I stood up and he pulled me in front of him. "Pull down your pants," he said in a clinical tone. I felt my face catch fire. I just stood there. He was sitting and I was standing. Even though he was bigger than me we were about eye to eye. Then he looked me right in the eye and said, "Here, I'll do it." His voice was a lot less clinical. He seemed to be thinking about something else. I stood there as he brought his big hands to the tie on my pajama bottoms. He pulled the knot and my pajama bottoms fell to the floor and I was standing in my tighty whities. I felt like my heart was going to explode. I could feel my dick hard. Scott was breathing a little harder. "Step out of those," he said, indicating my pajama bottoms. I stepped out and kicked them to the side. He started to put his hands inside the band of my underwear and stopped. He looked me in the eye and said, "This has to be between us. You can't tell your mother or anyone else. Is that clear?" He had a look on his face that indicated he was a little afraid of what was happening. I nodded my head and shivered a little when I felt his hands move to my sides. I closed my eyes. I felt his thumbs slip inside my underwear and pull them forward. I heard him suck in his breath as he looked down the front of my underwear at my rock hard dick. "Is it okay?", I asked feeling a little panicked. "It's beautiful," he said in a soft whisper. He pulled my shorts down around my ankles and I rested my hands on his shoulders as he pushed them down to the floor. I was almost sure I heard him inhale deeply as he got right next to my dick. I could feel his breath on it. He straightened back up and I let my arms loose. "Okay," he said with a little shake in his voice. "Since you're circumcised it's going to be different that it is for someone like me," he said as he looked up at me. I wasn't sure what he was talking about but I didn't want to interupt. Plus, I was pretty certain that I saw the outline in his basketball shorts expand a little. "Have you ever played with your dick?", he asked, seeming not to know where to begin. "I've rubbed it," I said feeling a little nervous and a little dumb. "Have you ever stroked it up and down in your hand?", he said. He seemed to be getting excited now. "No. I've just rubbed the front of my shorts and stuff," I said softly. "Okay. I'm going to show you something that will feel good but it might feel a little strange. You may want to put a hand on my shoulder for balance," he said putting his index finger and thumb in his mouth. He got them really wet and then stuck them on the tip of my dick sliding them over the top and bottom of the head at the same time. I felt my insides explode. It felt so good. I looked at him and he got a really evil smile on his face. "Feels good, huh?", he said watching the expression on my face. "Uh huh," was all I could manage. He put his fingers in his mouth again and took out more spit. He slid his fingers back and forth along the entire top and bottom of my dick. I was in heaven. I jumped a little when I felt a finger from his other hand slide under my balls. It sent even more sensation coursing through me. I looked down at his hands working on my dick and saw movement in his shorts. He was getting hard too. "God, you have such smooth skin," he sighed. "Just like your mom," he said taking the hand that he'd used on my balls and running it along my side. As he ran his hand along my side and then back to my butt I felt my stomach start to tense up. I panicked a little and said with panting breath, "You better stop. I think I gotta pee." "That's okay, you just do what you need to do," he said smiling and breathing a little harder himself. He stopped for a second but I noticed it was only to grab more spit between his fingers. Then he started stroking me even faster. I started breathing really hard and feeling like I was going to faint. The whole time Scott was saying, "That's it Ronnie. That's the way it's supposed to feel." Suddenly I felt my body stiffen. I felt myself start to shiver and I started to spasm. I put my arms out so I could lean on Scott. I could feel the world exploding around me. Scott slowly lowered me to the floor. After a second or two I looked up at him sitting back on the couch smiling. "How was that?", he asked with a wicked grin. "That was amazing," I said as I laid there and panted. "Did I cum?", I asked, making sure that was what happened. "Well, sort of," he said chuckling. "Your little balls aren't ready to make cum yet. What you had was called an orgasm. As you get older you'll start to make cum. But for now you know how to have an orgasm," he said as his hand dropped between his legs and massaged his obvious hard on. "Can I see you make cum?", I asked excitedly. "Uh, well, I don't think I'm ready for that," he said giving my head a little rub. "You just had your first of many orgasms in your life. You'll find out what cum is as you get older." "But...", I said, hoping desperately to see his dick. "Another time maybe," he said with a smile. "Maybe when your mom's not around I'll show you some other tricks, but right now you need to go to bed. There'll be plenty of time." I felt my heart sink a little as he bent over and picked up my underwear and pajama bottoms and handed them to me. "Now, get dressed and head up to bed," he said standing pushing down his sinking erection. "Now you can tell your friend that you know how to jack off too." I smiled. I was gonna be able to tell Will I knew exactly what it felt like. "Okay," I said as I pulled everything on. I hugged him around the middle and could feel his half hard-on against my chest. "I love you Scott," I said as I continued to hug him but looked up at his face. He was looking down at me and he hugged me back. "Back at ya kiddo," he said and I could hear him choke up a little. "Back at ya." He straightened up and patted my bottom. "Now, off to bed," he said trying to sound fatherly. I turned around and went up to my room. I could feel him watching me and I couldn't wait to try jacking off again once I got to my bedroom. I closed my door and laid on the bed. I pulled off my pajamas and underwear and felt the cool sheets on my erection. I put my index finger and thumb to my mouth and slathered them with spit... ************************************************ I hope you enjoyed this work of fiction. As always the writer takes a little from life and puts it down on paper. If you'd like to share any of your own experiences I'd love to hear them. 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