Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2010 16:54:42 +0100
From: John Prat <wan-kerguy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My New Stepson

Please read no further if sexual activity between an adult and consenting
teens offends you or if it is illegal for you to access such material.

This is a work of pure fiction and should be read in that context.

The writer and the publisher accept no responsibility whatsoever resulting
from this story and it's content.

Part one sets the scene and does not contain any sex scenes. I hope you
bear with me and enjoy the story.  The sex comes late.

My New Stepson

I knew the kid would be a problem.  He was sixteen and hadn't had the
discipline required since his mother had divorced his dad four years
previously.  I was the new man in her life and he hated me.  James was a
typical teen, under the influence of raging hormones, angry at the world,
very insecure and far too damn cocky, a very bad combination.

I'm Paul, 43, successful businessman with one failed marriage behind me.
No kids of my own but now responsible for my new wife's brat.  I've always
thought of myself as basically straight, I did have one same-sex episode at
university when my best friend and I decided to try oral sex on each other.
We were high on drugs and the girls had left us horny and frustrated and
Calum had suggested a blowjob.  It wasn't the best experience in the world
and we didn't talk about it afterwards.

I like to think of myself as fit and reasonably attractive.  I workout in
my own home gym a couple of times a week and my partners have always told
me I look good naked.  I'm not the biggest guy in the cock department.  In
fact, when I'm soft my prick is really quite small but when I get hard it
stretches to an average size of about 61/2 inches.  It's always been able
to keep the ladies coming back for more so I'm not complaining.

To get back to the story of James I just have to let you know that we were
not long back from our honeymoon and James had just moved in with us, after
being with his dad for a month.  That sad excuse for a father had wanted
little to do with the boy from his conception – his mum told him that
his dad hadn't wanted kids and had tried to get her to have an abortion.
No wonder the kid was angry.  I'd tried to be nice to James and all my
efforts had been rebuffed so far.

It was 1am and I'd just been set to fetch him from a friend's house where
he'd been at a party, celebrating the friend's sixteenth birthday.  The
guys had gotten hold of some vodka and by all accounts James was a bit
drunk and the other lad's dad had phoned to say he needed to be picked up
and taken home.

I got to the house and rang the bell.  James was brought out to me
obviously under the influence and very lippy.  "What the fuck you want?
Just fuck off and leave me be."  I thanked the birthday boy's dad and took
charge of James, forcing him to the car and pushing him in.  "You ever talk
to me like again and I'll give you the biggest thrashing of your sad
life. Understand, you little bastard?" I looked him in the eye to let him
know I was deadly serious but he wasn't even looking up.  Five minutes into
the drive home he begged me to stop the car and let him out for a piss.  I
knew he was desperate from the pawing of his groin he'd been doing for the
last few minutes so I stopped as soon as I could.  He had difficulty
getting the door opened and he found it hard to stand upright as he pissed.
In fact I ended up standing beside him and supporting him as he relived
himself against the tree.  I say against the tree but in fact he managed to
pee all over the place including on his jeans.  He'd started to piss before
he'd got his cock out.  I'd not seen James naked before and I have to admit
I was surprised by the size of his flaccid cock.  He's only 5' 7" and not
well build but his soft penis must have been at least 5" and really quite
thick.  He was having difficult stuffing it back in his pants and so I told
him to take off the piss-soaked jeans and boxers and sit in the car.  I
knew I could drive straight into the garage at home and get him into the
house without anyone seeing him.

By the time we got home he was nearly asleep and getting him out of the car
and into the bathroom was a bit of a struggle.  His mother was asleep when
we got back- she had a very busy day the next day at work and I'd told her
to go to bed and not wait up as I'd see to the lad.  He was stinking of
piss and I decided it would be better to put him in the shower rather than
just put him to bed.  I lay James on his bed and proceeded to strip him
completely.  Seeing him in the bright light of his room I was even more
impressed with his body.  He'd obviously been doing some training himself
and had the beginnings of a six pack.  His legs and arms were well
developed for a sixteen year old and as I said, his cock was impressive.
His pubic hair was red, unlike the blond hair on the rest of his body and
he kept it trimmed.

I switched on the shower and then decided that I'd better strip off too
since I was going to get soaked otherwise.  I put us both under the warm
water and propped him against the wall.  As I worked my way down his taught
muscular frame I was very surprised to find that I was getting a bit of a
hard-on.  I'd never been interested in guys but feeling his firm flesh
under my fingers was exciting me.  When I got to his groin I started to
fondle his balls gently.  His scrotum was very large and low slung with a
pair of extra large nuts inside.  I took far longer than necessary to work
the soap around his sack and then started to work on his cock.  He is uncut
and his foreskin was quite tight, covering the head of his penis
completely. I worked the shaft slowly, up and down, up and down, marvelling
at how soft it felt, enjoying it rather more than I'd imagined!!!

After a few more rubs I felt it start to stiffen and I know I should have
stopped then but I was now consumed with a desire to know just how big my
stepson's manhood was going to get.  I'd heard that guys cock's were often
about the same size as their dad's and my new wife had let it slip that her
ex-husband was very well endowed – I'd had a bit of a crisis about that
news but she reassured me that what I'd got was plenty for her and that I
was a much better lover than he ever was.  He was just a wham-bang fucker,
only interested in his own pleasure.  Anyway, I continued playing with
James' cock and balls and within a couple of minutes he was at full
stretch... at least eight inches of thick fuck-muscle and pointing straight
up to his chest.  Very impressive.  He stirred at this point and took his
cock in his own hands jerking himself off and moaning.  "Please, Marie,
suck it for me.  I promise I'll not cum in your mouth."  I gave a little
laugh at that, remembering my teens when I'd used the same kind of pleading
tactics and promises.  The lad must be dreaming that he's with his old
girlfriend, I thought.

Then, another, very unexpected thought came, unbidden to the front of my
mind – why don't I suck him off?  I'd not thought about another man's
cock since I was his age. I was newly married and just back from a
fuck-fest of a honeymoon.  Why did the sight of this young man with a huge
erection make me think of sucking him off?  My head was spinning.  He
grabbed my head and directed it towards the tip of his pulsating organ.  I
didn't resist.  I wanted to taste this boy's juices.  I knew I was going to
suck him to orgasm: and I wanted to do it.

I greedily took the first few inches of his fuck-muscle into my quivering
mouth, tasting the first drop of his sweet precum.  I was working his
tightening balls with one hand and massaging his firm right buttock with
the other.  It wasn't easy getting much of his cock in my mouth: I felt as
if I was going to choke on it at any second but I couldn't stop myself.
Licking the glans and sucking on the shaft like my new wife had done for me
just that morning, only she could take the whole of my length and I
couldn't take him all.  I found myself playing with his tight asshole,
that's something that really turns me on and it was having the same effect
on James.  I knew from the deep growls that were issuing from his smooth
chest that the boy was nearing orgasm.  I didn't, for a second, imagine
that he'd not shoot in my mouth and I didn't care.  I wanted to taste his
boy juice.  I wanted to feel him erupt in my hard working mouth, for him to
shoot his cum down my throat.  And cum he did... hot gob after hot gob.  I
lost count of the number of times I felt his massive organ jerk in my mouth
and deliver another load of his boy cum.  I couldn't swallow it fast enough
and a load escaped from my lips and ran down the still rock-hard shaft into
his trimmed pubic hair... I followed it down and licked him clean.  The
water was still flowing and I let it clean us both before getting him out
of the shower and drying him.  I placed him on his bed, naked, with just a
thin sheet to cover him.  It was a very warm night and I knew he'd be fine.
I wanted him to know that someone had put him to bed and seen him naked and
I was wondering if he'd guess if it was me or his mother.  I wanted to see
if he'd ask us.  My own cock was still hard when I got back to our bedroom
and I lay beside my new wife, jerking off, imagining what it would be like
having her son sucking on it or what it would be like to fuck his tight
asshole... I exploded more forcefully than I'd done for a long time and
knew that what had just happened with James wouldn't be the last sex
together, if I had any say in the matter.


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