Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 16:48:17 -0400
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Subject: My Mother's Boyfriend

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I lost my father when I was fourteen. I was devastated. That year was
rough, I ended up being held back because of all the school I
inevitably missed. It was just me and my mother for so long. My mom
did start dating again but nothing serious. It was always one or two
dates then they'd be gone from her life. I was secretly happy that
these dates didn't work out. I know it's selfish but I was a dark
sullen teenager, still hurting from the loss of my father.

Before my father got sick, I was planning on joining the school soccer
team. I played outside of school and was planning on trying out when
my father got sick. He was always encouraging and even making a home
gym for us to work out in. My mother would often find me in there,
pouring sweat from hours of working out. By my senior year I had long
lean muscles on my compact frame.

I would often admire my smooth toned body in the mirror, running my
hands over the hairless hard muscles. My hand would move down to my
hard seven, gripping it, slowly stroking it. My other hand would move
to my muscled ass, squeezing it, feeling the firmness. Sometime after
I turned sixteen I ventured between the plump cheeks. It started out
with stroking the outer rim, eventually moving to a tentative finger
to full on finger fucking. When I turned eighteen I got bold and went
to a sex store where I bought my first dildo. I used it nightly.

I kept to myself at school. I wasn't bad to look at. I turned the head
of many a girl and a few guys. Standing tall and confident at five
foot eight, I was one seventy-five of tanned muscle. I was quiet in
class, hiding behind my mop of shaggy mousey brown hair. I was the
reclusive stud.

All my friends that I stayed in touch with graduated the year before,
so my senior year sucked. No one really interested me. In the meantime
my mother had started seeing someone, and it was getting serious.
While I was pushing that fake cock in me on New Year's Eve, they were
out celebrating till the early morning. This one was sticking around.

By February my mom decided to have us meet. I made up my mind before I
met him that I was going to hate him. She had him over for dinner and
forbade me from hiding away. I answered the door when he arrived and
was taken back by the handsome devil that appeared on my doorstep to
steal my mother's heart. I almost forgot to hate him.

He was my height, shaved head and thick muscled frame. His vivid brown
eyes drew you right in to that soft friendly smile with pouty thin
lips that held a mouthful of perfectly white teeth. His dress shirt,
opened at the top, showing the top of his muscled chest. His shirt
formed to his body, showing those massive biceps and triceps. I was
certain when he walked past that I'd see the perfectly sculpted ass by
Michelangelo.

"You must be Nick." He stuck out his hand in greeting. I ignored it.
"I'm Chris."

"Nicolas." I corrected, walking away.

"Nicolas." I heard him correct. "Sorry." I heard him shut the door and
trail behind me. "It's nice to meet you." I ignored him, leading him
into the living room. "I hear you're quite the athlete."

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, the man whose dick you're sucking is here."
The night didn't progress well after that. I was openly hostile
towards both of them till I was finally sent to my room. I could see
Chris restrain himself from jumping across the table once or twice at
me. I smiled wickedly at him as I pushed myself away from the half
eaten meal.

Mom brought him around more and more, forcing him on me. Though I did
like looking at him, I hated seeing him with my mother. The more I
made it known that I didn't want him around the more they made sure to
include me in things. It was my own personal Hell. Then they got the
bright idea to take me camping over a three day weekend. Some cabin
out in the woods. Chris would pick me up from school and drive us up,
and my mother would meet us after she got off work.

That was the plan told to me. That's not what happened. I sat, sulking
in the passenger seat for the three hour drive with my ear buds
blasting music so I couldn't hear Chris and his music in the seat
beside me. When we pulled off onto a dirt road that led into the
forest, I noticed my cell signal going down till it finally read those
horrible words... no service.

I groaned, pulling out my ear buds as the battery on my cell reached
dangerously low levels. We pulled up to a lone cabin in the woods, the
type that you see in all those horrible slasher pics. "Here we are."
Chris's cheery tone annoyed me. "My little space away from the world."
I sat sulking in the car as he got out. "Come on, it'll be great, we
have running water and electricity so you can charge that dead phone."

I huffed and followed him out the car, taking some of the bags out the
back and carrying them into the rustic cabin. It was nice for what it
was, a small cabin with a wood burning stove off to the side, a small
room off to the side that I guessed. The little bit of furniture I saw
was covered in sheets and a bit of dust had built up on them.

"You can put that stuff there." He ordered, heading back out for more.
I sat the bags down on the lone table and he came back in carrying the
last of it in. "We're going to have a blast." He had a mischievous
glint in his eyes. "If you'll pull the sheets off the furniture we can
get settled." I begrudgingly did as I was told, stopping only to plug
my phone in that still read no service.

"No service here." He commented putting away things. "Had to put solar
panels on the place just to get some electricity." I scowled at him.
That was all I needed was him and my mom cooing and cawing in front of
me with no connection to the outside world. "The bathroom is there,
got hot and cold water." He pointed to the offset room. "Couch pulls
out to a bed."

"So I get the floor?" I asked, venom in my tone. I crossed my arms in
defiance. We hadn't even brought a sleeping bag and I wasn't taking
the floor without a fight.

"Nope." He smiled smugly. "You get the bed with me." He saw that
register on my face before I could should out some snide remark about
making my mom sleep on the floor. "She's not coming braniac." He
seemed to take delight in my puzzlement as the fact sunk in. "Time me
and you got to know each other and have a heart to heart."

"Fine." I huffed. "I don't like you. I don't like you with my mother
and we'll be both be happier once you're gone. Is that enough of a
heart to heart for you?"

He stopped unpacking the box he had brought in and turned to face me.
The shit eating grin on his face was enough to make me scream. "You
think you're all that your mother needs?" He reached down and cupped
his grossly full bulge. "This is what she keeps coming back for. And
nothing you can do will stop me from being... how did you put it? The
guy whose dick she's sucking."

My face grew beet red. He turned around, showing me that plump muscled
ass. I fumed for a moment before finishing unpacking the little bit of
gear he brought for us. "Where are my clothes?" I finally screeched
slamming the last of the empty bags on the ground. "You did bring me
something else to wear besides this?" He turned around with another
cocky grin. I hated that grin.

"Did I forget your bag?" His sarcastic tone grated on my nerves. "I
might have something you can wear for the weekend. Once you lose the
attitude."

The cabin was silent after that. I sulked angrily on the couch wishing
I could call my mom and tell her what an ass Chris was and what a
bitch she was for tricking me. Chris made us some sandwiches and he
handed me my plate as he sat down beside me. I watched him from the
corner of my eye, suspicious of anything he made me. "Just eat the
fucking sandwich." I heard him between bites. "I'm tired of hearing
your stomach growl, so eat."

I did so, tossing my plate away and slamming myself back into the
couch, trying to annoy Chris. "That's now how you'll get something
other than those nasty clothes to wear." He laughed. "Okay, seriously,
you stink after 8 hours of school and a three hour car ride. Go
shower, I'll bring you something to wear." I looked at him skeptical.
"What I want to have to smell you all weekend and the drive back?" He
gave me a look that conveyed trust.

I skulked into the bathroom, did my business then got undressed. At
least he brought toiletries and towels. I stripped naked, leaving my
cloths in pile on the floor. The bathroom was one of those multiuser
showers, where the toilet and the shower were separated by a wall in
case anyone had to go while you showered. I turned on the spray and
let the water warm before climbing in.

I was enjoying the feel of the water on my skin when I heard Chris
come in. "Room for one more?" He asked sliding in behind me. I was
shocked that he had done such an invasion of privacy that I didn't
know what to say as he pressed against me to get under the shower
spray. "Got to conserve water." He commented stepping back, giving me
just the little bit of room.

"What the fuck man?" I screamed, finally getting my bearings.
"Privacy? Ever hear of it?" I fought hard not to look at the creamy
white hard muscles of his chest down to his rock hard stomach and to
that enormous cock that swung low between his legs. "I'm getting out."
Before I could he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to his chest.

"You've got nice muscle tone." His hand roamed my upper body. "You see
I got you figured out." His hand dipped down to my plumping cock. He
squeezed his unapologetically. "See I know what your real problem is.
You want me but your mom has me." He slowly stroked me. "It's okay.
You both can have me, she never has to know." His other hand cupped my
ass, slipping a finger between my cheeks, rubbing my virgin hole.

"Stop." I begged halfheartedly, thrusting my cock into his hand and my
ass into his finger. "I'm not Gay." I lied. He breached my tight
muscle and I let out a groan of pleasure. He pulled me close, his cock
pressing against my inner thigh. "Chris." I moaned. "Please, don't
stop." The touch of a man I had always wanted and it was my mother's
boyfriend giving it to me.

"Let me get you clean." The wickedness was full on in his voice as his
hand left my cock and began soaping me, his finger never left my hole.
"Such a pretty boy." He commented as he languidly ran the suds filled
cloth over my body. "You've wanted me since the day you saw me, didn't
you?" His voice was full of venom. "You want me to give you your first
taste of cock too, don't you?"

"Yes!" I gasped as he touched my magical inner button. "Please." He
pulled his finger from my ass, I felt so empty. It wasn't like when I
did it to myself or used the dildo, it was something more having him
violate my ass with just a finger, while his body was pressed against
mine, his hands running over my body. "Please." I begged again, my
balls aching my mind lost in a haze of sex.

He turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. "Open." He
commanded and I did. He sat the tip of his cock in my mouth and pushed
it slightly in. He had to be at least ten inches and three thick. "Let
it rest there." His hands held my head as I obeyed, his fingers
fisting my hair. I was lost in the thought of actually having a cock
in my mouth when his little surprise came.

"Drink." He said as my mouth filled with the acrid taste of urine. I
tried to pull off but he held me tight on his cock. My lips stretched
around his cock formed a perfect seal and as he emptied his bladder, I
had no other choice but to swallow. "Drink it all baby." He said once
I had taken the first rancid gulp. "Yeah, that's it. You're going to
do all the things for me that your mother won't."

When he was done he let go of my head and pushed me back. I fell on
the tub floor, gagging and sputtering as he stepped up and began
soaping himself. "Now that we know who's in charge, every time I need
to take a piss this weekend, your mouth is my urinal." I sat there in
a daze, water pooling around me, staring up at him as he washed his
magnificent form.

I stayed on the tub floor while he washed. I didn't even get up when
he turned the water off and stepped out. I just sat there, stunned, my
cock throbbing for attention. "Get your ass out here and dry off." He
barked. It took a moment for it to register before I got up and took
the other towel. He eyed me hungrily while I shyly dried myself.

I turned and hung my towel. His hand was instantly on my ass, roughly
squeezing and groping my delicate muscled orbs. I turned to protest
but found myself trapped between him and the wall. "The only thing you
get to wear this weekend is my cum." He growled. I audibly gasped at
the thought and his closeness. He reached up running his hand running
up my face to my face to my hair.

What I thought was a tender gesture turned into pain as his fisted my
hair. "Come on boy, time to teach you your proper place." He sneered
pulling me along with him naked into the cabin. I was hunched over,
staggering as I walked trying to break free, cursing and begging him
to let go. He just tightened his grip and pulled harder.

He sat on the couch, pulling me down with him. I ended up across his
lap, my ass in the air and my still hard cock pressing into his thigh.
He pulled my head back, causing me to press my cock into him further.
"I'm going to let go, and you're going to stay there and take your
punishment for being a smart ass brat to me and your mother.
Understand?"

"Yes." I cried through gritted teeth.

"Answer properly." Came his sarcastic tone. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I winced in pain before finishing it off with, "sir."

"Good boy." His sinister voice came, releasing my hair and rubbing my
wet mop gingerly. "See how nice I can be when you listen. Now, we're
going to start out with ten, open handed." He said it so casually that
I relaxed. I knew what was coming but it didn't register what he was
going to do. "Try and get off my lap and I'll add two more.
Understand?"

"Yes, sir." My voice was low and deep, filled with wanted lust.

"Good, boy." He petted my smooth globes. Then the hard smack of his
hand across my delicate cheeks. I cried out in pain, arching my back,
pressing my pelvis into him. "One." I held fast not to squirm off his
lap as he counted out nine more. "Good boy." I could hear the
amusement in his voice, his hand slowly stoking my fiery hot cheeks.
"Keep up the good behavior and you'll be rewarded with my good side."

Without warning he pushed me off his lap, sending me crashing to the
floor. "You haven't earned that reward yet." I sat dumbfounded on the
floor, squirming to find some perch that did not send fiery flames of
pain across my ass. "I'm going to guess correctly that you're a virgin
and the only thing that's been in your ass besides fingers is this
dildo." He pulled my flesh toned toy from between the cushions. My
face flushed red. He tossed it casually into my lap.

"Come, on your knees, between my legs. Bring your little toy with
you." I did, standing on my knees facing him, my face down, the dildo
in my left hand. "No need to be ashamed." He soothed, rubbing my head
tenderly. I half expected him to yank my hair again, but he simply
gave me comfort. "You were just using that toy to prepare yourself for
what you always knew you were going to be, what you were meant to be.
A fuck toy for men."

He took the dildo from my hand with his other. He continued to stroke
my head with encouragement. He brought the dildo to my lips. "We're
going to teach you properly have to be a fuck toy, but you're not
getting any of my cock till you learn how to suck properly. Open." His
words were soft, yet forceful. I opened my mouth. "Wider." I did and
he pushed the dildo past my lips into my mouth. I gagged as he pushed
it towards the back of my throat. "That's what I thought." He pulled
it out, just leaving the tip in my mouth and he slowly pushed it in
again, letting me taste the fake silicone flavoring.

"Work your tongue around it." He instructed. "Yes, that's it." I
didn't even realize I was moaning. "Enjoy the feel of that cock in
your mouth, watch your teeth. That's it." I felt some odd sort of
pride as he continued pushing the fake cock in and out of my mouth,
thrusting it further and further, testing my gag reflex every so
often. "Good boy. You'll get there."

He continues on for some time, my jaw aches from holding it open
perfectly for him to slide my toy in and out. Drool and spittle are
running down my chin. He finally pulls the toy out completely and sets
it down on the table beside me. He cups my chin with his hand. "I knew
from the moment I saw those pouty lips that you were a natural cock
sucker." I smile. I know I should be ashamed by what he has done to me
but I'm oddly proud.

He ran his thumb over my lips. "I think you're ready for the real
thing." I suck on his thumb without being told when he pushes it past
my willing lips. "Do you want to suck my cock? Taste my seed?" I moan
my yes, my tongue caressing his thump. "Say it." He pulls his thumb
from my mouth. "Tell me you'll be my good boy."

I hesitate and he lifts my eyes to his. He conveys the silent command
to say it. My voice cracks with excitement and fear. "I want to be
your good boy." I begin. "I want to suck your dick, taste your seed."
I repeat, pausing for a moment before adding, "I want you to fuck me.
I want to give you my virginity, sir."

A smug smile creeps across his face. "In time." He aims his cock up at
me with one hand, the other draws my head down. "Show me what you can
do with your mouth." My lips automatically part allowing him entry. I
barely register him saying, "Fuck yeah. Good boy." It's an odd
sensations of pride mixed with pleasure I'm feeling. I focus on his
cock.

The freshly clean taste of his cock explodes across my taste buds. I
can taste his sweet juice drip upon my tongue. It's just the cut
mushroom head in my mouth, but I make out with it like it's a new
lover. The spongy hardness is so different from the silicone latex.
This is real. This situation. This man. This cock in my mouth. I
openly groan my satisfaction. "Taste it boy." His voice is soft yet
commanding. "Enjoy the taste of your first real man cock."

I inch down, his meat stick stretching my lips around it, filling my
mouth with its thickness. I groan with satisfaction. I absently hear
him as I'm taking him down. "You mouth feels better than your
mother's." I hear. I should find the comment repellent, but I feel
some sort of pride. "Show me what a good cock sucker you are." I do.
My jaw aches but I push it aside. I'm lost in the moment. My tongue is
running over his cock in the tight confines. "Further than your mom
can get." I push him against the back of my throat, trying to force
him down.

It's too much. He's too big, too thick for my unexperienced throat. I
pull off him, coughing and gagging. Before he can say anything, I
recover and I have him back in my mouth. "Use your hands." He advises
nonchalantly. "I'll teach you to take it when we're ready." I reach up
with a tentative hand, feeling the heat off his cock. I try to wrap my
hand around it, my fingers barely meet. I stroke him in succession
with my mouth like some porn whore. "That's it, baby boy, work my
cock."

His cock is pulsing in my hand and mouth. So much precum spills from
his slit, I feel like I'm drowning. His hand is on the back of my
head, forcing me to go faster. My eyes are watering, tears of lust
fall down my cheek. He's making noises. Sounds of pleasure. He's
close. Fuck he's close. "I'm going to fucking blow!" He bellows. I'm
about to pull off, but he holds my head just at the head.

"Fuck!" Is all I hear and then white hot cum blasts into my mouth.
He's filling my mouth. I can't believe he's still shooting in my
mouth. "Swallow you dumb fuck." I do. I gulp down his precious seed as
he begins to soften. He's limp in my mouth, but he holds me there. I
look up at him with curiosity. I wonder if he'll let me off his dick.
"Swallow." He says as if to answer.

I'm confused, there's no more cum coming from his dick. Then I feel
the hot acrid flow come forth. I gulp as fast as I can, his piss is
washing the sperm down my throat. He doesn't piss a lot, but it's
enough to let me know he wasn't kidding about using me was his urinal.
I do my best not to gag on the taste. He relaxes his grip as I swallow
the last bit

He pushes me off and I fall back on my hands. My mouth tastes like
piss, cum and dick. I want to hate him for it, but my rock hard cock
says I love it. "Go brush your teeth." He makes a foul face at me.
"Your breath reeks of piss." I'm stunned by his sudden callousness. I
slink away, my hard cock swaying, aching for release. "And don't touch
your cock!"


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