Hey folks. First story here. Let me know what you think. Send comments to todd.dunne at protonmail.com.
All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. Disclaimer: If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex between adult men and teenagers offend you or are illegal for you read because of your age or location, do not read. This story is the property of the author, and is published on Nifty under its standard non-exclusive license.
Derek emerged from the shower and looked at himself through the haze in the mirror. He still had it, he knew--pretty damn good for 38-year-old. He admired his 6-foot frame in the mirror. He had chiseled, square pecs with small and perpetually stiff nipples near the outer corners. A light dusting of dark black hairs covered his chest and well-defined abs, and left a trail on the deep cut running between his abs and past his navel to the trimmed but prominent patch of pubic hair. This crowned an impressive, circumcised brown and purple 7-inch cock, which, when hard, curved slightly up and was an impressive 8 inches long and thicker than a Red Bull. In his preferred underwear--small and threadbare or sheer--part of his dick was nearly always peeking out. He liked his penis, and liked when people saw it.
He ran his finger along the ridge of the cut mushroom head. He licked his fingers and stroked the underside of his penis four times, taking longer each time. As his penis filled, the veins stuck out even more. He was at half-mast before he stopped, then took a moment to tug at his two plum-sized balls. He turned to the side to admire his bubble butt, the two melon-sized ass cheeks, which he also grabbed.
The door to the bathroom opened and he saw the light from the bedroom, although he couldn’t make out the person in the mirror. The figure stood and admired him for a moment longer than necessary, long enough for Derek to know he was being looked at. He gave his ass another squeeze for the intruder’s benefit, and turned his head, expecting to see his girlfriend, the blonde, ample-bosomed 33-year-old Christine. Instead, he saw his girlfriend’s muscular 17-year-old son with strawberry blonde hair, buzzed on the sides and long on the top. “Derek,” Jason said, his blue eyes darting up from Derek’s ass and penis region for just a moment, “Mom says you’d better hurry if you’re going to make your dinner reservation.”
Derek knew that Jason liked looking at his dick and ass. The kid was gay, and had never been in the closet. Christine had told Derek the first time she mentioned him that she’d known he was gay at age 3, when he first told her that he wanted to marry a “daddy” when he grew up. Jason was the result of an unfortunate summer fling during high school, and her parents had forced her to keep him.
She soon rejected her parents’ strong religious beliefs, and was thrilled to have such an adorable son. They’d practically grown up together, and she trusted his advice about her men.
And Derek? Well, Christine knew that Jason liked Derek a lot. Jason told her so, yes, but she knew even better from how often he would stare at Derek, often with a smile on his face or while looking hungrily at him. That meant that she had a really great guy, and she wasn’t worried if her son had a little crush on her boyfriend.
So now, with Jason staring at Derek naked in the bathroom, Derek didn’t mind. He’d known plenty of gay men. It was okay if Jason saw him nude for moment or three. This was part of a little game they played. Jason was allowed to steal a look, or a stare, or the occasional brush or squeeze with his hand. So, no, Derek didn’t mind Jason seeing him naked in front of the mirror.
He turned to face Jason. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom counter, then told him, “Yeah, I’m hurrying.” He dried off his penis first, then moved to his ass, all while Jason looked at him. “I don’t think we’re going to be late,” Derek said as he was drying his back while facing Jason. His huge pecs were flexing and un-flexing at the motion, with his semi-hard dick bouncing up and down. ‘He probably likes these low hangers,’ Derek thought, moving to dry them off again, just in case. They were indeed low hangers, plum-sized ones trimmed clean. “And anyway, I made the reservation, remember? Mike, my gym buddy’s the manager. He’ll keep our table.”
Derek walked forward and mussed Jason’s hair, with Jason not budging to get out of the way. Jason’s own dick was making a tent in the short white gym shorts that he was wearing, beneath a bright blue tank top. Derek walked past Jason, through the door, and to the bedroom, feeling the pressure of Jason’s hard cock on his left ass cheek. His clothes were laid out on the bed.
“Are these the right underwear?” Derek asked, holding up a small pair of briefs that had alternating black and sheer stripes.
“Yeah, they'll look great,” said Jason. Your package will look amazing."
“Good,” Derek said. “I always like getting your opinion on my clothes.” He winked at Jason, then slid on the underwear. Once Derek’s underwear was on, he still knew Jason could still basically see his penis. Derek grabbed his shaft and adjusted it to point to the right, angled up, in the underwear. Derek’s penis was now nearly fully hard due to the attention. At 8 inches, the mushroom head was peeking above the top of the underwear. The sheer stripes gave Jason a good view. The teen didn’t stop staring until Derek had pulled his charcoal gray slacks up to the waist and zipped them up. Derek, ever the exhibitionist, grabbed his penis once more to adjust it, really just to tease Jason, whom Derek had found an enjoyable and willing combatant in this game.
“Are you sure I can’t come?,” Jason asked. “I love that restaurant.” He reached into his shorts and adjusted his penis so that it pointed to the side.
“No,” said Derek, “I don’t think so.” He was slipping on a tight white sweater that fully displayed his hard nipples. It had a deep V, that showed off his chest, going all the way down the cleavage between his pecs. “Tonight it’s just me and your mom.” He turned to the mirror and ran his hand through his hair. There was one patch of gray emerging from his temple, but otherwise his hair was jet black. His eyes were gray and piercing, and he smiled to check his teeth. “Should I have shaved?” he asked himself and no one in particular, rubbing his strong chin, which had a light 5’o’clock shadow.
“No, but you should hurry,” came a third voice. “The stubble looks good, but if you miss the reservation, you won’t be smiling anymore. That doesn’t look good on anyone.” Christine’s best friend, Scott, had walked in the room. Christine had surrounded herself with gay men, Derek thought, looking at Scott. Scott was slightly older than Derek, but took good care of himself too. He was tan and had a narrow waist but an impressive smooth chest and massive bubble butt. Derek might have been afraid of him as competition, if he hadn’t known that Scott was 110% gay. Scott’s chestnut brown hair and minty green eyes were set off by a tight blue t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged and emphasized his bulge. Scott nearly always wore underwear that lifted his balls up, making his bulge extend inches in front of the rest of his body. His whole frame was impressive, considering that Scott somehow maintained it by going to the gym and spending more of his time in the shower than on a weight bench. “And Jason,” Scott continued, "we're going to hang out tonight. No third-wheeling for you." He put his arm around Jason’s shoulders. "Pizza in or go out for something?" he asked Jason. Then Scott looked down and noticed Jason's hard on, and he smirked. "Maybe we should go out, and you should change? Or maybe stay in and play video games?" Scott knew already that Derek had chosen this night to propose to Christine, and Jason's normally welcome presence wasn't appropriate for this dinner.
Derek suggested that playing video games sounded like fun, having a guys' night while Derek took Christine out. "Okay," Jason whimpered, "video games, I guess," still looking distractedly at Derek’s package, which was prominent in his slacks. Scott stole a quick glance too, noticing that he could see the line of Derek’s mushroom head and the length of the massive cock. Derek noticed the glance, appreciating it. “You boys always have fun with those games,” he said as he walked out of the bedroom.
Jason and Scott started chatting about plans, with Jason walking across the hallway from his mother’s room into his own. As Derek walked down the hallway and into the kitchen, he thought about the morning he’d first seen Jason, about a year ago, which followed the night when he’d first met and fucked Christine.
That early fall night, Derek had been out with some colleagues from work, downing cocktails and beers at the bar of a swanky new club downtown. He was wearing a pair of army-green, ass-hugging slacks and a button-down white oxford open to below his pecs. He’d noticed Christine shortly after he’d arrived. She was standing at the other end of the bar, surrounded by her own crew of women, as well as the man Derek would come to know as Scott. He knew immediately that that Scott was gay, as he obviously was, in the too-tight polo and tiny khaki shorts with his bulge standing out prominently. Scott was also in too good of shape at his age to be Christine’s boyfriend or husband, and was utterly uninterested in Christine’s perfect, perky D-cup breasts. At 5′4″, she was more than half a foot shorter than Derek, though she made up for that with 6-inch stilettos. None of that mattered more than her perfect rack. She was tan and blond, with hair that went down to her shoulders. She had full lips and large, bright blue eyes, a trait she’d passed to her son. She wore a tight white dress that made it obvious she wasn’t wearing any bra, and her nipples were large and hard just below the the top of her dress.
Derek’s penis had started to get hard as soon he started looking at her. When she glanced at him, with her blue eyes, she blushed. Then she dropped her purse (she later admitted this was on purpose), and turned with her ass to face him. As she bent over to pick up her purse, he saw with pleasure that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stood up, turned back to face Scott, but not before glancing at Derek and smiling.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He walked up to her, leaving his friends behind. Scott was staring at Derek’s impressive, growing package as Derek introduced himself to Christine. She smiled, accepted his offer of a drink, and kept on accidentally brushing against his cock as they each finished more drinks.
Eventually, Christine noticed that Derek had begun precumming. “It’s getting wet,” she said, feeling the dampness through his pants, leaving her fingers on the tip. This was too much through-clothes play for Derek, and moments later they were bounding out of the club, hailing a cab. Derek barely noticed that Scott was with them. The hunk dimly remembered Scott saying something about being drunk and crashing at Christine’s place that night, since his car was there.
Derek didn’t care who was there or was watching, as he began fondling Christine on the street and then in the cab. He and Christine were all over each other the whole way home. Before they had even gone a block, he had pulled the top of her dress down with one hand, running his fingers between her breasts, and stuck the fingers of his other hand in her pussy, which was flooding. She was moaning, and the cab driver began obviously masturbating. Derek had unzipped his pants and let the tip of his fuckstick out, which Christine was grinding with her pussy. Scott sat on the other side of the back seat, yammering mindlessly and staring. He kept one hand on his crotch, stroking it occasionally, as if he were actually hiding anything. Two minutes into the drive, Christine said, “Just shut up, Scott. Enjoy the show.” By this point her breasts were fully exposed, and Derek had lifted her like a doll onto his cock. He was moving her up and down the top three inches of his cock, plainly visible to Scott. He shut up for the rest of the ride.
On arriving at Christine’s house, she immediately stripped off her dress, nude except for her stilettos. Scott sat himself in the living room entrance stroking his cock, by now out of his pants, and watching as Derek began by removing his shirt. Derek’s enormous cock was sticking up over his pants’ waistband. Derek and Christine engaged in a sort of tango of undressing and fucking on the way back to her bedroom. He would make out with Christine and tease her pussy with his cock before she turned and walked a few steps. Just before the two disappeared down the hallway, Derek, without looking at him, said, “Night, Scott.” At that moment, Christine was just moaning.
She led him down a hallway to her bedroom. Once inside, leaving the door open, he was finally to the last bit of clothing, his underwear, a small pair of blue briefs that were so thin, every detail of his balls and schlong was visible. She commented, “I can almost see everything through those,” before leaning forward, pulling them down all the way, and taking his cock down in her mouth.
“It’s a wonderful cock. I think people should see it, aahhhhhhh,” he boasted before succumbing to the pleasure of her mouth. He fucked her face, her pussy, and her ass that night.
She screamed and moaned until 2 a.m., and before it was over, he had come three times and she had come four.
The next morning, she was nuzzling against him when he awoke. It was a shade after 9 a.m., and he was thirsty, with a slight hangover. He kissed her on the head, and started to get out of bed. When she asked where he was going, he said he was getting a glass of water.
“Can you get me some orange juice?” she asked as he slid on his underwear, which she noticed hugged his huge ass cheeks, fully displaying the crack.
“Yeah,” he answered, walking out of her bedroom and down the hallway. He didn’t notice that the door of the room across from hers was ajar.
In the kitchen, Scott was drinking coffee, wearing small black trunks and socks, and reading the paper.
“Good morning!, uh, …” Scott stuttered, smiling at Derek to his face before noticing that there was a large penis, barely covered, staring at him at eye level. Scott’s eye caught the veins, defined in the thin fabric, and the trimmed pubes that led to treasure.
Scott gulped. “Uhhm.”
“Derek,” said Derek, filling in, “I’m hurt. You forgot my name, Scott!” he teased.
“Oh no, yeah, I, uh, remember your name. I was just distracted.”
“Ah, no worries.” Derek smirked, knowing the effect he had on men like Scott. He asked where the cups were.
“Huh? Uh, oh, there,” Scott pointed.
“I need water,” Derek said, ignoring the fact that Scott’s head was following his cock around like a magnet. “And Christine’s thirsty too.”
“She’s always thirsty.”
Derek smiled at Scott, and while walking out playfully nudged the back of his head with his underwear covered bulge as he walked past. ‘Damn,’ he thought, his member stiffening at being watched so closely, ‘getting hard again. I guess I’ll give it to her again.’ His penis pretty well always stiffened when he was thinking about it, which happened when he caught others looking at it, which was often. He started walking into the hallway. Scott had spilt some of his coffee on the table, and Derek was pleased with himself.
He’d realized the pleasure that others took in looking at his body at an early age, when he noticed that friends and even coaches in the locker room would linger as he changed out of his jock straps. He’d learned to give little shows in locker rooms and when changing in front of college roommates.
With this in his mind, he felt the blood pumping in his penis, just before noticing that his way down the hallway was blocked. There was a 16-year-old in front of him. Much as Derek was in nothing but his barely-there underwear, this well-muscled teenager with citrus-sized biceps was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. This was a light gray jockstrap, which was about a size too small for the kid. His strawberry blonde pubes were fully visible beneath well-defined abs. The precise outline of his penis showed in the pouch. It was pointing down, and the circumcised head has prominent. The whole penis wasn’t fully covered--this kid wasn’t small, so the pouch only covered the bottom two-thirds of the penis shaft and head and balls. The fully visible pubes lead to the root of the kid’s cock and ballsack peeking out from the top of the jock strap.
“Uh,” said Derek, surprised at seeing anyone, and then surprised at seeing a teenager.
The teenager, unlike Derek, didn’t seem surprised. “You must be the man who my mom brought home last night,” the kid said. “It sounded like you had fun.”
Derek, an exhibitionist but not a cad, was suddenly embarrassed. He blushed! This was the girl’s kid, and Derek was practically nude. And the kid was looking at his cock. Already semi-hard, it pulsed as it began growing more. As the teenager looked at it, Derek looked too, seeing that it was stretching his underwear fabric, and then looked over at his interlocutor’s teenage cock, which was also starting to press against the fabric.
Before Derek could think of what to do, the kid stretched out his hand. Derek thought he was going for his crotch, but instead the kid took the glass out of Derek’s right hand, then reached to shake hands. “I’m Jason,” he said, and they shook.
“I’m Derek,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”
From the master bedroom, a voice called out, “I have a son, by the way!” Christine could obviously hear the conversation.
“Just met him!” yelled Derek, taking the glass back from Jason. “Sorry for this,” he said, regaining his composure, then looking from his dick to Jason’s and smiling.
Jason smiled back. “No worries,” handing the glass back, then walked past Derek. Derek kept his eyes on him and turned, smiling in a friendly manner. Jason, walking past, playfully tripped, and ended up on the floor on all fours. Derek now fully saw that Jason was wearing a jockstrap, and had managed to spread his cheeks. Derek could readily see his ass hole, which was pink.
“Oops!” Jason said, blushing. He pushed his ass back further, which Derek continued to see. Jason’s asshole winked at him, and Jason said, “Clumsy me!” before jumping up and walking into the kitchen. Derek’s penis throbbed a little harder.
Derek wasn’t sure what to make of Jason, but he walked back into the bedroom, forgetting to shut the door. Christine was on top of the bed, nude and spread eagle. Derek gave her the drink, then pulled down his underwear and released his cock from the restraint. “Oh, god,” he said, looking at Christine’s breasts. “But first, um, I’m sorry I met your son like this.” He looked down at his penis. Christine took a swig of the OJ, then said, "Oh, it doesn’t matter.“ Then she grabbed Derek’s cock. ”I’m very open about everything with Jason. He probably liked it. Just like his mom." She put his penis in her mouth.
Derek, realizing both that Jason had probably heard everything the night before, and that he could see this now if he walked by, moaned, then said, “Wait, baby, let me close the door.”
She removed her mouth from his penis then said, “Oh, sure. Since everyone’s awake now.” Derek ran to the door quickly, and as he was shutting it saw Jason walking by, looking into his mother’s bedroom. Jason stared at Derek’s rock hard penis, and Derek noticed Jason’s cock was fully sticking up from his jockstrap now. “Sorry,” Derek said, closing the door. “Me too,” said Jason, before looking Derek straight in the eyes, beaming. “Have fun!” he said as the older man closed the door.
The proposal went perfectly. Unexepectedly, they’d even managed to fuck right there in a private dining room at the restaurant, with the help of Derek’s friend Mike, the maître d’. Christine also loved her ring, and sent photos to her gaggle of best girlfriends. They insisted on doing a brunch with Christine and Derek the next morning.
“You have to come,” Christine told Derek as he was falling asleep that night, having fucked her once more (this time in the bedroom with the door closed). “Jason too. And Scott too. I want my whole family there for the brunch, and Scott counts. I’ll get Jason a mimosa too. He’ll want to celebrate too.”
“Of course,” Derek said, groggily, just before falling asleep.
The next morning, he felt the bed shake when Christine was getting up, but he didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t realize he’d fallen back asleep until he felt Christine shaking him. “Derek! It’s 9:30 and we’re supposed to be there by 10:30! The drive is 20 minutes, so you have to get ready fast!”
“Mmmm? Oh? Oh-kay,” said Derek, opening his eyes. Christine was naked in front of him, hair still dripping wet from her shower.
He stood and started walking toward her bathroom. “Nope,” said Christine. “I need the whole bathroom to myself, I forgot to shave my legs.” Derek looked at her quizzically. “Just go use Jason’s bathroom. He’s not even awake yet, so you’re going to have wake him up first. And you’re going to have to get ready at the same time. I don’t have time for this!” Derek smiled, gave her a kiss, then said, “Sure, baby.” Christine could get high-strung when she was getting ready, and he knew to give her space.
He walked out of the bedroom, naked. He would be showering, and didn’t feel the need to put on underwear just to shower. He walked into Jason’s room first, and heard him snoring. He tousled his hair. “Hey buddy, get up. We’ve got to hurry. We have brunch.”
Jason turned over in bed. “Hey,” he said, looking Derek in the eye. Then he noticed Derek’s penis, just hanging there, flaccid but still long. “And hello to your penis.” He looked back at Derek’s eyes and smiled.
“Hi,” Derek said, smiling. “So, we have brunch with the girls. Like, now. Your mom’s taking her whole bathroom, so we have to share yours. I’m going to get in the shower first. Okay?”
“Okay,” said Jason.
Derek started walking out of the room, then turned, realizing that Jason might not know the news. “Oh. Um, I proposed to your mom last night, by the way.” He smiled, “She said yes.”
Jason smiled back, “Scott said that might happen. That makes me really happy. Congratulations! I like having a man like you around!” He looked at Derek’s penis. "I guess you'll be my dad?"
Derek blushed. He felt a rush of blood into his penis. “Dad? Ha! I guess? I’m glad to be family with you. You’re so old, though. Not a little kid. I feel more like an uncle or a brother or just your mom’s fiancé. Or Derek.” Jason noticed Derek’s penis jerk. Derek’s penis was again responding to being looked at.
“Whichever. I like having you here.” Jason smiled.
“Me too,” Derek replied, then gave Jason a playful salute. “We can figure that out later, but let’s get ready fast!” Then he walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He left the door ajar, then opened the walk-in glass shower door and stepped in. He turned the water on, then let it run over his body, zoning out for a minute or two.
He lost track of time. He had a hangover from the night’s festivities, and it seemed worse now than when he first awoke. Suddenly, he heard his fiancée's voice. “Are you just standing there? I can’t believe you’re still in the shower. Why isn’t Jason showered yet?” Derek started to stammer a response, and Christine snapped, “Hurry up, mister. We’ve got to go in like 10 minutes. I’m finishing my makeup.”
“Okay,” he said. Then he finally grabbed the soap and started to wash, cleaning his ass first. He had finished with the soap and was rinsing it off, eyes closed, when he heard the shower door close. He hadn’t even noticed it open. He looked, and saw Jason standing in front of him. “Jason?” Derek asked.
“Mom told me to hurry up and just get in.” Jason was naked.
Although both Derek and Jason had seen each other in various states of undress, this was the first time they’d been naked together at the same time. Jason’s penis was clearly interested in the sight in front of him. When soft, it was about 6 inches , and he kept the hair above this penis trimmed to about a inch. But at this point, it was much closer to its full 7 inches, and standing straight out in front of him. Derek looked down at it.
“Nice equipment, Jason.”
Jason reached up and stroked his own penis. “It’s okay, but not like as yours.” He reached out and grabbed his soon-to-be-stepfather’s penis and stroked it. “Have you washed everything yet?”
“Um,” Derek started to say, noticing that his penis was rapidly getting hard in his soon-to-be-stepson’s hand. His hangover had miraculously disappeared.
“I’ll help.” Jason said, continuing to stroke Derek’s cock with his left hand, grabbing the soap with his right. “And then you can help me too.”
Jason carefully washed Derek’s penis. “How big is it?”
“Um, 8 inches, maybe 8 when fully hard.”
“And when it’s soft? Not like right now.” Derek’s penis was just about all the way there.
“Oh, 7-ish.”
“That sounds right, but I’ll have to look closer later when you’re not sprouting wood,” Jason said, getting down on his knees. He looked up at Derek and smiled. “I think you like this.” Derek swallowed hard, then half-smiled at Jason. Jason looked back at what was in front of him. One of Jason’s hands started massaging Derek’s balls, and the other started stroking his shaft. He lifted Derek’s shaft up and knelt in closer, looking at the balls. “I’ve never seen your balls so well before. They’re so nice.” He stuck his nose under his stepfather-to-be’s shaft, and gave the balls a great long lick.
“Oohhhhhh,” moaned Derek.
“Mm, they taste good. I think I’ll have to clean them after you work out sometime.”
“Whuh?” asked Derek. He was enjoying this thoroughly, despite a still feeling a little uncomfortable.
Jason stood, turned around, and asked Derek to wash his back.
Derek grabbed the soap, lathered it on Jason’s shoulders, then started washing the top of his back. “Lower,” Jason said, pushing his ass back as he did. “Get my ass.” Derek lowered his hands, and rubbed Jason’s luscious ass. Jason exhaled, then pushed back. Derek’s penis was between Jason’s ass cheeks now, and Derek was enjoying massaging them. His cock was harder than he ever thought it could be, and Jason was pushing pack on it. Then Jason started movinv his ass up and down, giving Derek’s mushroom head a massage. Finally, Jason positioned his asshole so that Derek’s head was right against it, then started pushing back.
As he did, they heard the bathroom door open. The shower glass was fogged up, so they couldn’t see who had opened the door, nor could that person see them wholly, except for two bodies fairly close together. “You boys aren’t ready?” Christine’s voice said.
“Almost there,” said Jason, who then pushed his ass back, sliding Derek’s first 4 inches inside himself. Derek exhaled.
“Well,” Christine said, “the girls decided they want it to be an girls-only thing, so you boys can take your time. Enjoy your morning! Scott’s here somewhere.”
“Greeeeeeeeeeeeat!” Jason said, pushing his ass the rest of the way onto Derek’s cock.
“Um, god, okay Christine, uh!” This ass, Jason’s ass, his stepson-to-be’s ass, was the finest, tightest, best thing he’d stuck his dick in in a long time. Better than his fiancée’s cunt. Better than her ass. He loved this fucker’s ass, and he lost all discomfort.
Christine, thinking he was complaining, said, “Sorry to change the plans again. We’ll get brunch, all of us, tomorrow. You guys can just hang around, do whatever you want together. I’ll be home later. Is that okay?”
Jason replied, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” as Derek was pulling out until the tip was just inside his asshole, "That’s okay, Mom. Take your time. I was to get to know my new dad better. Who knows what Derek will get into. I want to help him feel at home." In saying this Jason pressed his ass back until Derek was entirely inside him, then twisted around, grabbed Derek by the neck and kissed him passionately on the lips.
“Good!” Christine chirped. “You boys have fun!” And she began walking away, leaving the bathroom door open.
Derek called out after Christine, stuttering with the waves of pleasure rushing up and down his dick, “Okay, Christine, I’ll take care of your son!” He rammed his cock in Jason. “I’ll make sure he gets his fill of fun today!”
Christine smiled when she heard Derek say that as she was walking down the hallway. ‘It’ll be good to have a man around here all the time. A straight man.’
Derek was driven wild by this sexy young man on his dick, and as he was kissing him, pulled him out and turned Jason around so that Jason was facing him. Jason pouted, “But I liked your cock in me!”
“And it belongs in there, so here,” Derek replied, in doing so he leant over, kissed Jason directly on the lips, then reached down and lifted Jason up by his legs. Jason’s penis was rubbing hard against Derek’s abs as Derek maneuvered his powerful penis into Jason’s waiting hole.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Jason moaned, sliding back down onto the cock. Derek began thrusting, lifting and lowering the muscular teen by his legs. “I know you like doing my mom this way, I didn’t know I was going to get it like this.”
Derek stopped kissing Jason for a moment, then smiled at Jason. “You little slut. You’ve been angling for my cock since you first saw it.”
Jason laughed, “I’ve wanted that cock since I first saw the head of your penis through your underwear that first night you fucked my mom. In fact, after hearing her all night, I knew I needed to get a look for myself. I thought I would have to sneak around, but--ohhhhhhhhhhh,” Derek was thrusting in hard now, so much that Jason could barely talk. “Ohhhh, but you weren’t shy, mmmmmmmmmm.”
“Unh.” Derek thrusted. “It’s a nice cock. It deserves to be seen.” Derek rammed in hard, twice. “Fuck yeah! Don’t you agree?” He was close to cumming, but it too early, so he pulled Jason off of him, let him stand, then nodded him down. Jason understood, and got on his knees.
“Oh yes. It’s very nice.” He started licking the head and massaging the balls with his right hand as he stroked his own 7-incher, which was dribbling pre-cum. “Will you please fill me up?”
Derek grabbed his penis, and slapped it against his soon-to-be step-son’s face. “Yes, as much as you want.” He then put his penis his Jason’s mouth, and started face fucking the boy. “But for this second, I need to shut you up. My cock in your mouth should do the trick.”
Jason stared up at this beautiful man, looking in the older man’s eyes with longing. He wanted this man’s sperm in him so bad, every way he knew how. He was straining to take the whole monster cock down his throat, but he was trying his best. He had to get that cum.
Derek rode his face hard, pulling out occasionally to let the teen breath, slapping his face with the cock, slippery from saliva and ass. "Do you like how your ass tastes?"
“Yes, Derek. I love how my ass tastes on your dick.” Jason breathed deep and lunged forward, taking Derek’s whole dick down his throat. He sucked hard, as hard as he could. He wanted the seed in his ass, but more than anything, right now he wanted to please this man standing above him.
“Unh, unh, yes, unh!” grunted Derek, face-fucking the eager teen. “I guess I’ll have to taste your ass too. But first, I’m going to breed it.”
He pulled out of Jason’s face, turned him around again, then placed the spongy head of his monster cock at just at the rosebud of Jason’s ass. “Do you want this, Jason?”
“Oh, yes, Derek. More than anything, I want your huge cock in me. I want you to fill me up, all the way, so that you’ll make me yours. Ohhh!” Jason screamed as Derek suddenly rammed his penis in all the way. It was painful and so good, at the same time. “Yes!” He screamed. “Fuck me!”
Derek rammed Jason, hard. The whole time Jason’s arms were splayed against the back wall of the shower. Derek, under the water, would pull back until just the tip of his rod was in this hungry teen, and then slide it all the way in at once. The boy loved it. Every thrust would drag the meaty heat of Derek’s penis past his pleasure spot, and it felt heavenly. He loved feeling full with this man’s penis inside him, and never wanted to be empty again. Jason was moaning in ecstasy, and Derek was grunting and shouting with pleasure.
“Yes, boy. Yes! Your cunt is so nice. You’re my bitch, now. I own this ass.”
“Yes, Derek, yes. I’ll do whatever you want! Anything! Anytime! Anywhere! Just let me have your cock in me! I’ll do, ahhhhhhhhh, anything for it!”
Derek could feel his testes tighten. It was time. He thrust in once more, grabbed Jason and brought his face to his lips, and kissed him. Then he turned his face to the side, said “Fuck!” and felt his massive organ start to pulse. “Rarraraahahghghahrahghhgr!” Derek roared as his cock and balls emptied into Jason’s ass. Jason, feeling the heat of the warm sperm coat his insides, could no longer contain himself. He was stroking his cock fast, and screamed "Yes, Derek!" as he pumped out what seemed to be gallons of teen spunk.
When his cock finally stopped gushing, he turned his head to Derek’s and they kissed, a long sweet kiss. “God, your ass is amazing!” Derek said, as they finished. “You’re such a sweet boy.” He smiled warmly at Jason.
"It’s yours, Derek."
They kissed long and passionately, and Derek said, “Let’s get dried off. Maybe we can have another round or two before your mom gets back.”
“God yes,” Jason said.