Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2010 02:01:39 +0100 From: John Prat Subject: My new stepson Part 4 Frances noticed the difference in my relationship with James and asked me if something had happened. I told her that I'd decided to have a real heart to heart with the boy and that I'd eventually got through to him. I told her that I was sure we would get on much better and that she was not to worry about us relating well to each other from now on. Frances claimed all my free time for the next couple of days and she more than satisfied my sexual needs. The only time I thought of my new stepson was when she let me fuck her asshole -- I have to admit I was imagining it was her son's asshole I was drilling. As I came inside her I had to stop myself shouting out his name. On Saturday, Frances asked me to take James to his soccer trial. James played with an under-18 amateur team in his old home town and he'd arranged this trial to try and get a game on the local team. I'd played soccer at school but not been involved in organised sport since. I kept fit in the gym and the occasional session in the swimming pool. I took him to the local park where the trials were being held and I have to admit I was impressed with his skills. I knew very quickly that he was better than most of his prospective teammates. I ended up chatted to the team coach as the trials were underway and he ended up inviting me to join the group of dad's who ran the team. I assumed he did this as he was going to ask James to join the club and he probably thought that getting me involved would encourage James to join. I'm not a great committee man but when James heard I'd been asked to join and that he'd passed the trial he begged me to get involved too. Reluctantly, I agreed. It didn't take the coach, Pete, to give me a job. He asked me to take charge of collecting the strips from the changing rooms and taking them to get cleaned. It meant that I had to go into the locker-room as the guys were changing and sort the shirts, socks and shorts into separate piles for washing. The guys were responsible for washing their own jockstraps or underwear and towels. The array of bodies on display was very varied and in the past I wouldn't have paid them much attention. In the swimming pool showers I'd seen plenty of naked guys but hadn't really looked. On this occasion I was aware that I was looking at all the lads in their naked glory and comparing them to James. Only one of the lads came close to his cock size, Tony. Tony was 17 and of Italian heritage with dark good looks and a stocky, muscular body. He had short black hair and very dark brown eyes. He was muscular and his cock hung down over a pair of big heavy balls. I was sure he trimmed his pubic hair to further enhance the size of his cock. James seemed pleased that I'd agreed to join the committee and said that he wanted me to watch all his games. I was looking forward to it -- and my time in the changing rooms, after the games. It wasn't taking me long to get right into exploring my gay side! I found myself wondering if any of James' teammates was into cock. We spent the rest of the day doing some shopping for bits and pieces for my car and when we got home, Frances was out. She'd left a message on my mobile to say that she'd gone to visit her sister as she'd had a minor accident and needed her help. She indicated that she'd not be back until Sunday evening. James was very happy when I gave him the news and he told me that he wanted to share my bed that night. My cock started to swell in my trousers at the thought. We had a couple of beers to celebrate his place in the team. James sat on the coach beside me and put his hand on my groin, squeezing my cock and balls. I undid my flies and pulled out my cock for him. He greedily took it into his hot mouth and proceeded to give me a long sensuous blowjob. I have to admit he is even better and sucking me off than his mother. He took me to the brink of orgasm several times then stopped. Frances was happy to get me off as quickly as possible! When I couldn't stand it any longer I had to beg him to complete the blowjob or I'd be forced to grab his head and fuck his throat. He obliged and I flooded his mouth with a huge amount of cum. James managed to swallow most of it. He stood up and kissed me, transferring some of my own cum into my open mouth. I'd not been expecting this and almost spat it out but he held my head and forced me to swallow it. "Dad, I really want to give you my full love tonight. I want to fuck you, Dad. Please say you want me." I was light headed from the beer. I was so satisfied from his expert blowjob. I was more relaxed than I'd been in a very long time. Perhaps it was time to see if I could take what my stepson had to offer. I took him by the hand and led him to my bed. I undressed him slowly, kissing his flesh as I exposed it. When I got to his boxers I saw that he had a huge wet patch of precum. I licked the head of his magnificent organ through the cotton of his boxers and enjoyed seeing his cock jump a little. I pulled his boxers down and let his fuckmuscle jump free and hit his firm, boy stomach. I quickly stripped off and asked him what position he wanted me in. I had the tube of lube out of the bedside cabinet and was coating his penis with a huge load of it to try and make sure it would enter my virgin hole with as little resistance as possible. James got me to kneel on the bed and told me he was going to lick me out first. I'd not thought of this kind of action but it got my cock starting to stiffen again. It was such an unexpected thing but as soon as the tip of his tongue touched my sphincter I quivered all over. James spent a few minutes licking and sucking my asshole and then trying to push his tongue inside but my muscle was too tight. Next he took some lube and coated his middle finger with it. Slowly, very slowly, he forced his finger inside my virgin ass. He finger-fucked me like that for a while until it was slipping in and out easily. He progressed to two and then three fingers over the next ten minutes or so. I lost all sense of time as I gave myself up to this new experience. I'd not had any way of preparing for this... but I found that I was really turned on by what my stepson was doing. Eventually, James announced that he believed I was ready for his cock. He placed the rock hard head of his monster organ against my hole. James grabbed my waist and pushed, hard. He forced his way into my rectum, my asshole yielding to his powerful thrust. He got his cockhead inside me and stopped. It was a real violation... it hurt like hell... I let out a whine...and begged him not to move. I could feel my muscle clamping down on this invading thing in my rectum. I was about to tell him to stop. Then, suddenly, I felt my ring relax a little and James started to very slowly slid more and more of his dick inside me. He must have hit my prostate. I felt sensations I'd never felt before. I didn't understand what was happening but I didn't want it to stop! "O god, fuck me, son... fuck me with your big cock." I was acting like one of those women I'd often jerked off watching in the porn videos. Begging the guy to fuck her hole. Now I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end. The little dildo I'd been forced to use by my first wife was like a pencil compared to what I had inside me now... this was a real cock... and it belonged to my wife's son. He was fucking me like I'd fucked a few women. Exerting his power over me with his huge prick and I was taking it -- starting to enjoy it now that I was getting used to it. I was so tight that James was getting very close to his climax. "O, dad, I'm going to cum inside you. I love you, dad. Tell me you love me too." I couldn't say anything. My mouth was tight shut. I was enduring feelings I'd never experienced before. The pleasure was intense. But he was hurting me with his deepest thrusts as he prepared to unload the content of his huge balls deep inside me. If I opened my mouth I was in danger of screaming. With one final thrust I felt the first of his jets of hot cum flood my rectum... shot after shot unloaded inside me. I collapsed onto my front and James collapsed on top of me, utterly spent, but o so happy. When I'd calmed down a little I managed to respond. "Yes, son, I do love you."