Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 10:28:01 -0400 From: Dudley Donovan Subject: My Stepdad Loves me. part one of one MY NEW DADDY By Lee Donovan The old wood stove was fired up. It was 20 degrees below zero outside and the Maine wind was blowing hard as usual. No matter how much wood was poured into that old stove, the chill in the room was still very noticeable. I had made plans to hunker down and watch some TV and eat some popcorn. I was fourteen years old with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and average build. I had a nice bubble butt and was proud of it. I had done the usual fooling around with guys my age. You know, mutual jacking off and the like, but the thought of being gay had not yet entered my mind. L Liked jacking off and it had become my daily prime objective. I'm sure that all boys of fourteen go through that phase. My mother had married Harry a few months before. It was her fourth marriage. I couldn't understand what he saw in my mother. I figured he must really love her because he could have done better... much better. I considered my mother a slut. I had older half-siblings (sisters) all with a different last name which I found embarrassing. Mother was really unattractive, obese and foul mouthed and she wouldn't have won any prizes for housekeeping. I hardly spent any time with Harry. I considered him a nuisance that I had to put up with. He was kind of attractive, 15 years younger than my mother, six foot 1 inch tall and well built. The only time I ever paid attention to his looks was when he went away every few weekends for National Guard duty. I noted that he looked nice in his uniform, but sexually, I never thought about him. I called over next door to the neighbors and asked my friend Pete to come over to watch an all night movie marathon. It was really a scare-a-thon since all the movies were horror. My mother and stepfather were always in bed by 8 PM so I knew that Pete and I could shoot the breeze, eat popcorn and watch movies without interruption. So anyway, Pete came over, my half-sisters were out on dates, and Mother and Harry had gone to bed. At about 10 PM Harry came out of the bedroom wrapped in a blanket "Mind if I join you guys?" he asked "It's a free country, "I muttered and continued to lie on the floor beside Pete watching the movie. Harry proceeded to sit on the couch with the blanket wrapped around him complaining about how cold the living room was. Pete stated that yes, it was cold and that he was going home where it was warmer... "See you tomorrow "; I said thinking why did Harry have to ruin my evening. Pete may have stayed if Harry had just remained in bed. I'm sorry your friend left." Harry remarked after 10 minutes of uncomfortable silence. "I'm going to make some hot cocoa. Want some?" "Yeah, why not?" I mumbled. A few minutes later Harry returned with two cups of the hot chocolate. He placed them on the coffee table. He wrapped the blanket back around him and motioned for me to sit next to him. I took my perch on the other end of the sofa and proceeded to sip my cocoa. "Hit's the spot, huh?" He said, and I nodded, saying, "For sure!" "Aren't you cold?" Harry asked. I replied that I was. Harry said to move closer and that he would share the blanket with me. He put his hand on my shoulder, and, suddenly, I got a tingle in my balls I felt my six inch dick growing. I was kind of turned on and pulled the covers over me so he wouldn't see me tenting my pajamas. Still holding my shoulder, he reached around me and pulled the blankets away. I saw his eyes drop to my crotch, where my pajamas were sticking out from my hard-on! His eyes paused, and he smiled, and then moved his gaze up to look in my eyes. "I'll be right back" He said, quietly, then, moved his hand away. My face was burning, so I knew I was blushing big time, and I swear my dick got harder than it had ever gotten. It felt like steel. Harry got up to go to the bathroom. When he walked back into the room, he stopped, and looked right at my crotch. I looked down, and blushed a deep red. When I saw the front of my PJ's sticking straight up where my hard-on pressed into the cloth. I thought, "Oh shit, what am I going to do now?" Harry sat down next to me, and I saw that his face was kind of flushed, too. His eyes dropped into my tented lap, then back up to meet mine, and he said quietly, "looks like we might have a common problem" I looked down to see that he, to, was tenting his boxer shorts. I squirmed, and sort of swooned, willing my throbbing cock to shrink. No such luck. Harry smiled at me, and butted against my thigh, making my hard-on jerk even more. I felt the heat of his mouth in my ear as he whispered "Want me to make it spit?" I answered with a nod of my head. I watched as his hand started in the direction of my throbbing dick. I was actually starting to tremble violently. I could feel the precum leaking out of my rigid cock, and shuddered as Harry moved even closer to me, Harry's hand moved slowly against my leg, inching upward. My dick spasmed in my overstretched pajamas. "You jerk your own cock don't you?" he whispered. His mouth was so close to my ear that I was sure I was going to pass out. Again, I nodded in the affirmative. "All guys do it. It feels good doesn't it?" He said, still whispering in my ear. I blushed furiously, but nodded. His hand was in my pajamas now. His hand was on my quivering cock. He said in my ear, "I love playing with your nice, hard, cock!" "Oh God, Daddy, yes!" I mumbled, my heart exploding inside my chest. I sank further back into the sofa, giving myself up to the incredible sensation of his hand on my dick. "What a good boy you are. Daddy's here. Daddy will take care of you." Harry gave my aching dick about five good strokes and it was over. I let out a scream that started in the pit of my stomach and flew out of my throat like a rocket on the way to the moon. My cock was spasming uncontrollably, spraying thick ropes of cum everywhere. I collapsed my limp body against him. Harry wrapped an arm around me, and pulled me close, his big hand rubbing me all over. We stayed like that for a lomg time. "I've always wanted a son to love." He whispered. "I used to watch you playing ball at the park. That's why I started to date your mother. When I married her, it was because of you. I love you, son!" "I think I will learn to love you, too, Daddy." I whispered, as our mouths met in a long wet kiss. "Now, pull down your shorts, I want to make love to your ass." Now it was Harry who was shivering and blushing. Almost inaudibly, he whispered. "You can do anything to me that you want. I love you son" "I love you too, Daddy"