Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2023 09:19:27 +0000 From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" Subject: Almost acceptable Almost acceptable A story about an unintended night of intercourse between a man and his teenage stepson. Both of them are above the age of consent and all acts are consensual. Remember to contribute to help Nifty through the long, lonely nights: https://donate.nifty.org/ --------- `He's only your stepson, Mike,' I try to convince myself, `so it isn't wrong ... not really.' My fingers around Reuben's manhood tell me that it is throbbing heavily with pent-up desire. If he were my real son, it would be different; but this is ... borderline, I think. "Yes, I do like it," I admit breathlessly, "... a lot ..." "Good ..." ... I am so sorry ... you haven't a clue what I'm talking about, do you? Let me back up a few minutes and restart the story from there, so that you can understand how my stepson and I got here. --- Once again, I am finding it hard to sleep – in part because Marilyn is at her mother's this week, so half the bed is cold and empty, but mostly because I am thinking about Reuben, who is sleeping a yard away. There is a sturdy bedroom wall between us fortunately, so it is not as if something questionable might happen, but just the knowledge that he is lying only 3 feet away is bad enough. He is 3 feet away, all long bare limbs and smooth young skin. He'll be sleeping in only his boxer shorts: snake hips, narrow waist, with the perfect amount of chest and shoulders to look athletic but not stupidly buff. Reuben was three when Marilyn and I got together, so while he is not my natural son, he is about as close to that as you can get without a blood relationship. He himself has no recollection of a time before me, and therefore I have been the main father figure in his life. I do remember of course how he came into my life as a little stranger, but these past 14 years have firmly cemented him in my mind as my child, someone to protect and love. The problem is that I have very much begun to love him in the wrong way over the last year. As he matured, and as regular trips to the gym were starting to have an effect on his physique ... Reuben is changing from a gangly awkward child to a confident and graceful man, a beautiful man ... And with it, my feelings are changing from protective fatherly love to undeniable lust. I have managed to hide my orientation for 25 years – not from myself but from the outside world. I am gay, I have known I am gay since I was about 13 – not even Bi, or `curious', or `questioning', just a full-blown unadulterated attraction to men, and men alone. Marilyn doesn't know that about me, because I make sure I do my marital duties towards her – the mechanical act of having sex will still drive me over the edge even if it isn't with a person who arouses me per se. I have kept my orientation carefully locked way, didn't visit cruising spots, didn't watch porn online, denied myself any and all temptation. To other people, I am a straight – and probably somewhat boring – husband and stepfather. Unfortunately, while I avoided meeting temptation, temptation didn't avoid me. My stepson, at first too small and boyish to be attractive to me, became taller and less of a child, and started to cause a tingle inside my belly. Then he became bulkier and manlier ... and gorgeous ... ... and now I cannot stop thinking about him. Is he sleeping? Or is he also lying awake, thinking about girls, as he slowly rubs his manhood? ... Or might he be thinking of boys while he does that?! Reuben's cock has become somewhat of an obsession with me recently. Ever since ... It happened about a month ago, perhaps 6 weeks, while we were watching rugby on TV – I watch every match, because like the sight of burly men wrestling with each other, and I envisage myself in the middle of every ruck ... but I digress. We were watching rugby, I was in my armchair and just on the edge of my line of sight, Reuben was flat on his back on the sofa, a leg slung over the backrest. I couldn't fail to see how he grabbed his crotch and began to rearrange his package through the material of his baggy shorts ... ... it was like he was grappling with a python! I kept my face firmly turned to the TV, watching from the corners of my eyes how he pushed and wrestled something massive until it was lying across the other hip. My stepson is hung like a stallion, I think! Since that day, I have been trying to glance unobtrusively, hoping to gauge from his bulge how big he actually is. The problem is that he always wears loose tracksuit bottoms, cargo pants, or baggy shorts, so you never get a clear outline. The bigger problem is that he is practically my son, and that I am lying awake here, fantasizing about the size of the lad's genitals, which makes me a dirty old man ... This cannot continue ... It will be a year and a half before he'll go to university ... I might well have gone mad before then. I lie on my back and fantasize about an imaginary family trip to the beach, Reuben is topless, wearing a pair of those tight 1970s swimming trunks. From behind, his pert arse strains the fabric, his torso V's out beautifully above. "Would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back, Mike?" he invites me. "Asking Mum feels a little weird ... a bit too close for comfort, you know ... I mean, she is my Mum!" I manage to act all cool as I take on the job, quietly relishing the feel of his firm muscles under my hands. I slap his shoulder when I finish, wishing I could slap his backside instead. This is my fantasy so I can do what I want, but I daren't fantasize about what might be on show if I make him turn around in my mind ... The sound of Reuben's bedroom door is followed by the sound of the bathroom door. `4:37' my alarm clock informs me ... just a bathroom break then. He'll be barely dressed ... If I `incidentally' need to go to the bathroom too now, I'd be in the corridor when he comes out ... in just his boxers ... I don't want to be pervert, but I think I have to do it. I have to get the urge to glimpse his bulge out of my system if I want to avoid it turning into an obsession. I quietly slip out of bed, open the door and half position myself in the opening, ready to pretend I am just emerging as he comes out of the bathroom. Remember to yawn and look half asleep, Mike! The bathroom lock clicks, I step into the corridor, pulling my bedroom door shut behind me ... "Oh," I act surprised to see him here this early, "Morn... OH!" In the autonomous part of my mind, I am aware that `looking half-asleep' has failed utterly. I am aware that I am staring wide-eyed at his crotch instead. Reuben is completely naked! More importantly, Reuben is not just hung ... he is shockingly hung ... truly monstrously hung! `Pull your eyes away, you moron! Stop staring!' my closeted guardian angel shouts into my ear. `But he's got a cock that reaches down to his knees!' the gay devil whispers into the other, quietly but temptingly. `Down to his knees' is a bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one. The thing is fat, and it is long, definitely very long! Reuben walks over to me – my shocked fascination cannot have passed him by – and with every step his manhood swings heavily from side to side. Even flaccid he could kill a man with a single blow, I think. My mind wishes to back away, but my body is refusing to cooperate, too eager to get close to the treasure that is my lad's todger. Standing close, he lifts his horse cock into reach, takes my hand and wraps my fingers around the shaft. They cannot fully circle it, that is how thick it is! I don't need his supervision for me to do the same with my other hand. He feels heavy and solid, even if it is still completely flaccid. This is wrong! "Like what you feel?" `He's only your stepson, Mike,' I try to convince myself, `so it isn't wrong ... not really.' My fingers around Reuben's manhood tell me that it is throbbing heavily with pent-up desire. If he were my real son, it would be different; but this is ... borderline, I think. "Yes, I do like it," I admit breathlessly, "... a lot ..." "Good ... because so do I ..." With a finger under my chin, Reuben lifts up my face, and I realise that I was still staring at that gorgeous pole which is now beginning to firm up. His lips brush against mine, briefly, teasingly ... I have never kissed a man! But now that I have felt it, I want more. Lips, tongues, he is a fantastic kisser! Has he snogged with other boys before? Or with men? Or do his kisses just seem better than any I have ever felt before, because I am finally kissing a beautifully naked man? His hands behind my head are keeping us locked together. My own hands are still busy, wrapped around his shaft. Growing! Long and fat as it was before, it is growing larger still as the blood is rushing in. Larger and much more rigid! I wish to worship it, kiss it, lick it, explore every inch of it ... with my hands and with my tongue ... and with my backside too. My fantasies about sex with other men have always revolved around me being a Bottom at the hands of a hung Top ... so now I wish to be fucked by my stepson more than anything. I want to feel that monster penetrating deep into my belly! "Our bed?" I invite him. If the notion that he might have sex with his stepfather in his mother's bed is disturbing Reuben, he is hiding it well, because he pulls away instantly to drag me into our bedroom. Grinning happily, he lets himself fall back onto the bed, his monster slapping hard against his belly. I drink in his naked beauty as I take off my pyjamas, conscious how old I look in comparison. I'm pretty good shape for a 39-year-old, really, but compared with the flawless beauty of my lad, I look like a gnarled old troll. I lie down on top of him, my lips and eyes inches away from his, his manhood between us. My own cock lies alongside it – I am not particularly small, but it is insignificant in comparison. "You are beautiful, Reuben. Absolutely beautiful and I want you to make love to me ..." I get my claim on his cock in early, so that there can be no confusion about who goes on top tonight. If he wants it reciprocated later, that is fine, but I need to feel his gut-ripper tearing through me soon, or I might lose my self-control. "And I want to make love to you ..." He briefly kisses me again, before he pushes me down towards his groin, "you better get me excited then ..." I want nothing more than gorging on his monster. It is too large to fit into my mouth, but I run my tongue along it, take his balls into my mouth, let my hands roam and rub and play with every inch of his manhood – and there are an awful lot of inches to play with. He takes hold of the base and slaps it playfully against my face, not hard, but it still feels as if I have been assaulted with a baseball bat. "You really are cock-obsessed, aren't you? Gagging to feel my massive schlong!" I was groaning with delight, I realise, as I slobbered on my stepson's shaft. I am cock-obsessed, he's right. I will do anything to feel him inside me. "Do you think you can take me?" he taunts. "I slept with two of my friends and neither of them could even just handle my dickhead. Do you think your arse is practiced enough to accept my whole cock, up to my balls?" "I am sure I can ..." I am not sure at all, but I am willing to die trying. Let's not tell Reuben that I have never slept with a man before. "Get ready then!" He slides from under me, and I get onto all fours to receive him. Forehead on the mattress, back bent hollow, arse sticking up in the air. Doggy-style ... whenever I fantasize about getting taken violently, it is always doggy-style ... as if I am a little Yorkshire terrier bitch that is about to be skewered by a Great Dane, defenceless and without a say in the assault. Now it is no longer fantasy, as I am about to get fucked in the backside ... although it will be more like a little Yorkshire terrier bitch that gets ravaged by a bull-elephant. Shouldn't I get opened up a bit before he rams his cock into me? With his fingers, or by his tongue, perhaps. Reuben grabs a pot of hideously expensive `day cream' from Marilyn's dressing table and scoops up about 50-quids-worth of grease to slather onto his tool. I don't even care about the cost, just relieved he isn't about to enter me dry. "Brace yourself," he smirks as he pushes his head between my bum-cheeks. It feels like he is about to force a cantaloup into me. This was a stupid idea ... A virgin shouldn't expect to be able to take that monster and survive. My anxiety about the entry doesn't last long – a hard thrust with Reuben's entire weight behind it is not something my arse is designed to withstand. He's in! Well and truly in! And against the odds, my ring hasn't ripped as it gave way to the invader ... ... it just feels like it has. I scream into my pillow as not to wake the neighbourhood, scream at the unbelievable agony of my boy's monster cock tearing into me. My obvious suffering doesn't seem enough to stop him, though, because he rams and thrusts, hammers his dick deeper and deeper. I bite the pillow and groan with every lunge, unwilling to beg him to take it out. Not because I am too proud to admit defeat, but because – despite the agony – the knowledge that I am getting fucked forcibly by a young man with a colossal cock is too arousing to give up on. "You really are going to take all of me!" Reuben pants, long-dicking ever further into my gut. "Fuck, this feels good! Fuck you are hot!" He is right that this feels good, because despite the ache and the suffering, I am truly alive for the first time. His fat fuck-rod is magnificent as it drives into me, stretching and bruising and ripping, so deep that I can feel it poke painfully against my stomach. After 25 years of hiding my orientation and fantasizing about other men, I have a monster cock deep inside my arse! "Fuuuuuck ... I am there! I am actually all the way in!" my stepson gasps. His hips are grinding against my bum. "Thank God ..." "Are you not enjoying it?" "Oh, I am ... but it hurts so much ..." "I'll be gentle ..." "No ... I want you to fuck me hard, Reuben," I shock myself. "I want you to slam your beautiful massive horse cock into my belly as if your life depends on it." "Fuck, you really are a whore!" He sighs insultingly, albeit with more than a little truth. He does as he is told, though – and not reluctantly either, I am sure. He pulls out most of the way and rams his monster into me so hard that I slide a foot up the bed. My high-pitched moan is not enough to make him reconsider, because the next thrust is harder still, longer too, pretty much the entire length of his manhood. He's trying to kill me, I think. He is trying to pummel my innards so hard that I will die from internal injuries. ... Christ, this feels good! It is sheer agony, but it is fantastic agony. Reuben is leaning on my shoulders to pin me down as he uses gravity and muscle force to ram his tool into me repeatedly with sickening violence. At least he won't be able to keep this up for long, because I don't think I can either. He swears as he drives in as deep as he can possibly get, already emptying his big adolescent balls into my gut in several powerful gushes, keeps shooting until there isn't a drop left unshot. "Bloody hell," he wheezes as he collapses on top of me, pulling his fading manhood from me as he turns over onto his back. "For over a year, I've fantasized about having sex with men, but I didn't think it would be like this." `I didn't think it would be like this either,' I quietly admit to myself, but I am not brave enough to tell him that until today my gay sex life was imaginary. I roll over and pull him towards me for a kiss and a cuddle. "You were majestic, Gorgeous," I tell him. "Best sex I have had in my entire life ..." Ten minutes later my son is asleep, curled up against my side with his head on my shoulder. His gloriously enormous manhood is lying across my belly, where my fingers can play with it, gentle enough not to wake him. An hour ago, I had left my bedroom to get him out of my system, but instead, he has woken the beast inside me. Rather than trying to figure out a way to glimpse his manhood, I am now desperate to feel it get hammered into me again tomorrow morning, and tomorrow evening, and the day after that. From now on, I need to get fucked by my stepson every single day. Unfortunately, that is not something you can hide from the world for long. Can we be open about it? Can I say to my friends and family, "this is my new boyfriend ... yes, he is the teenage son of my ex-wife" and expect people to just shrug and congratulate me? I mean, Reuben is not truly my own flesh-and-blood ... Surely, compared to sleeping with your real son, sleeping with your stepson must be almost acceptable. THE END