Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:15:54 -0600
From: Xavier Lancaster <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Fulfilling My Dream

Fulfilling My Dream
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a stepfather and his
preteen stepson. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality,
or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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My mom and stepdad are separated right now.  He and I are pretty close, so
I still spend a lot of time with him.  As time has gone on, I've noticed
I've become . . . interested in him.  I don't know how to describe it.  I'm
12 now, and I just find myself checking him out and wanting to . . . to do
things with him.  You know.  Naked stuff.  He has dark brown hair with very
blue eyes.  An unusual combination.  Maybe that's what it is.  Or his nice
muscles.  Or, well, I've seen his dick before.  Even soft it's big.

I've tried doing things to make him notice me more.  Especially this
weekend while we're camping.  For instance we're camping on a friend's
private land, and they have a nice creek.  When we went swimming, I got
brave enough to skinny dip.  He seemed a bit surprised but nothing
happened.  At night I put on insulated tights while we were outside.  When
I was sitting in his lap, I snuggled up against his neck and put his hand
on my leg.

A couple of times he got texts, and then finally he got up to go get some
beer out of the cooler.  When he was out of sight, I looked at his
messages.  The last one caught my eye: "Cant.  With the kid.  Horny as
hell.  Wish I cld have ur pussy."

When it was bedtime, we went into the tent.  I waited until he was in his
sleeping bag, because I knew he took off his boxers when he slept.  "Carl,
I'm really cold.  Can we connect our bags and snuggle?"

I heard his deep sigh in the dark.  "Come on," he said.  We zipped the bags
together, and then I snuggled against him.  After a bit I turned onto my
side and asked him to cuddle me like that.  "Zach, I don't have underwear
on."

"That's okay, Carl."

"I think you're okay like this."

"Please, Carl?" I asked thinking fast.  Then it came to me.  "My dad used
to cuddle me like that, and, well, with you not in the house . . . I'm
really missing you both."  I waited for a few moments and then smiled when
I felt him moving against me.  I could feel his soft dick against my
briefs.  I felt his arm wrap around my chest.  I grabbed his arm and
started stroking it.  As we lay together for a while, I started squeezing
my butt cheeks together and then started rubbing against him.  When he
started to move backward, I followed him and said "Please don't, Carl."  He
stopped moving away. His face moved closer to mine, and I could feel his
hot breath against me.  It felt like his cock was starting to grow, too.

Suddenly I felt his mouth closer to my ear.  "What are you playing at,
Zach?"

I turned my head to face him.  "Nothing," I answered trying to sound
innocent.

"Bullshit," he said, his face very close to mine.  I started rubbing
against him more.  My arm that was under his rubbed against his hip.  "You
don't want to start something that can't be stopped, son."

I looked at his face and wished I could see his eyes.  I got brave and
moved my head up and kissed him on the lips quickly.  I could feel his gaze
burning into me.  I swallowed hard and moved my hand from his hip to his
hard meat.  I could only feel part of it with my hand.  I kissed him again,
and this time he kissed back.  He pulled back suddenly, removing his arm
from around me and said "Seriously, Zach."

I was so close to finally having it happen!  I could feel his heat.  The
only thing I could think of doing was to get naked like him.  I kissed him
again as I reached down and pushed my briefs down to my thighs.  I pushed
my butt up against his cock and felt it slide into my crack.  Then I rubbed
it up and down.

He moved away from me so quickly that I rolled backward onto my back.  He
grabbed my hands and pinned them by my head.  His hard dick was pressed
against my wood and stomach.  His mouth crushed mine, and I felt his tongue
slide into my mouth.  I opened wider and let him kiss me deeply.  I started
moving my tongue against his. He kissed me hard for a few moments.  "So
what, you're a fag now?"

"No!"

"But you want my cock, don't you?" he asked, grinding his groin against me.

I could feel my face get hot as I blushed.  "Yes," I answered quietly.

He let go of my hands and sat back.  "Show me."  I reached out and took
hold of his dick and started stroking it.  "That dick feel good, son?"

"Yes, Carl."

"Tell me how it tastes."  He moved up thrusting his cock toward my face.  I
opened my mouth and started sucking him.  "You like that?"  I nodded my
head as he leaned forward pushing more of his dick into my mouth.  I
couldn't believe this was actually happening!  I grabbed his ass cheeks and
kneaded them as he slowly pumped my mouth.  "FUCK!  Do my balls!"  I
released his dick and took his hairy ball sac into my mouth and started
sucking it.  After several moments he pulled away from my mouth.  I heard
him unzip the sleeping bag, and I felt the cool air against my skin as he
moved backward.  He grabbed my legs and shoved my knees back toward my
chest.  I could feel his cock pressed against my hole.  "Is this what you
want?"

I hesitated before answering "Yes."

He leaned down between my legs so that his face was against mine.  "I want
to hear you say it.  Tell me what you want me to do."

"I. . . I want your dick in my butt."

He kissed me hard, and while his tongue plunged into my mouth, I felt his
hands slide down my legs.  He grabbed my briefs and pulled them off my legs
and feet.  I moaned out of desire.  His hands moved to my nipples and
pinched them hard.  "Your mom pack Vaseline like she usually does for your
lips?"  I nodded yes.  He moved back, and I heard him going through my bag.
After a bit he returned to me.  My legs were hoisted back into the air, and
then I felt his finger press against my hole and push inside me.  He rubbed
it around the inside briefly.  Then his dick was back against the hole, his
lips near my ear.  "You sure you want this, Carl?  Once my dick is inside
that tight hole, I won't be able to stop, and it could hurt. A lot."

I turned my head and kissed him.  "Do it, Carl!  I want it!"  And then I
saw a flash of white light behind my eyelids as fire erupted in my ass.  He
was kissing me which kept me from yelping.  I know my legs pushed
reflexively against him, but he seemed ignorant of it.  The burning grew
worse and was soon accompanied by a sharp pain as he push more of his large
meat into my ass.

"Sonofabitch!  You're so fucking tight, Zach!"  He kissed me hard again and
shoved more of his rod into my aching butt.  "I gotta get my whole fuckin
cock in you, son. Holy shit!"  I felt his lips on my neck, and I gasped for
air between the sensations I was feeling from his sucking on my neck and
the feeling like my ass was getting ripped open.  He pushed it in more.

"Carl. .  ."

"I warned you, bud.  My dick is pretty big."  He kissed me on the mouth
again as he started humping me slowly.  "You've been wanting this for a
long time, haven't you?"

"Yes," I breathed.  "I should've got my dick in that amazing pussy the
first time I saw you staring at me."  He started sliding his cock back and
forth more now.  "And to think all that time you were in the other room.
When your mom wouldn't put out, I could've been ramming my cock in you,
right?"

"Yessss."  Suddenly there was another type of pain as his dick was
withdrawing from my ass.  "Why are you taking it out?"

I felt his rough hands on my hips, and he flipped me onto my stomach.  I
felt a pillow being shoved under me, and then his body was covering mine.
His dick slid into my crack again, and then I was being opened up by his
thick meat.  His knees pushed between my legs and spread them apart.  I
could feel his cock moving back and forth in my ass.  He started sliding it
back farther and then shoving it back in.  I muffled my noises in my
pillow.  He whispered in my ear: "No one can hear, Zach.  No need to hide
it.  Might make it even hotter."  His cock sank into my deeper, and I
moaned loudly.  "YES!  That IS hotter!"

He started humping me faster.  As I moaned I felt him enter me more deeply.
I felt him sucking on my shoulder and biting on it as his cock continued
tunneling into me.  "Fuck Zach!" he said, picking up speed again.  Soon I
could feel his body leave mine a bit and then felt and heard it slap
against me as he drove his rod in harder.  After a bit I felt even more of
his cock inside me.  I could feel his skin pressed against mine, his wiry
hairs around his cock rubbing me.

As his dick slid in my hole, I could feel pressure building in my groin.  I
knew that meant I was getting close to shooting.  It always felt like this
when I was jacking off.  He was pounding me faster, and I figured he was
getting close, too.  I started moaning more loudly as my dick and balls
tingled more heavily.  Whenever my moans got louder, he slammed his dick
into me harder.  Seconds later I cried out as I orgasmed.  My ass clamped
down on his cock, but he kept pounding me saying "Fuck yeah!"  His fingers
dug into my flesh as my dick twitched. I felt his teeth bite into my
shoulder harder as the pounding became more aggressive.

"Oh gawd, Carl!"

"You like that big cock, son?"

"YES!  YES!"

The fucking got more intense, and then he froze.  "FUCK!" he yelled, and I
could feel his dick twitching deep inside me.  When his rod stopping
moving, I figured he was done, but then it would unload more.  He seemed to
cum forever.  Finally he moved us onto our side, his dick still lodged in
my hole.  I heard the zipper being pulled and could feel the warmth of the
bag.  His hand grabbed my chin and turned my face toward his, and his
tongue was in my mouth again.  He kissed me hard, his saliva covering my
lips and the edges of my mouth.  I felt his hand move to my throat and his
teeth nibble on my ear.  "This is our little secret, Zach.  Got it?"

The edge to his voice and his hand resting where it was scared me a bit.
"Yes, Carl.  Of course."  His hand moved to my chest and pinched my nipples
again.  "Good boy.  So was it like you imagined?" he asked, kissing my
cheek.

"Better!"

He kissed my neck and wrapped his big arm around me.  We lay in silence,
and soon I heard his slow steady breathing.  I joined him in dream land
quickly.

When I awoke I was alone in the tent.  I could smell a fire and bacon
cooking.  I got up and instantly felt the cool air.  I pulled on my sweats
and climbed out of the tent.  Carl was a little weird but greeted me and
pointed to the plates.  I got us the plates, and he served us both
breakfast.  When we were done eating, I climbed into his lap.
"Zach. . . we need to talk.  About last night." I nuzzled against his neck.
"That really can't happen again, son."

I kissed his neck.  "Why not?  I liked it."  It hurt, but it also felt
really good.  If that made sense.

He pushed me off his lap.  As he started to talk, I knelt down between his
legs.  "It just isn't right, Zach.  I'm your dad. . . stepdad.  And you're
only 12."

"I thought you liked it, too," I said.  I reached up and grabbed his sweats
and pulled the front down exposing his brown pubes and his dick.

His hands moved slowly to mine.  "I did, Zach.  It just isn't . . . "  My
mouth on his cock cut him off.  I could feel his dick swelling in my mouth.
"Zach. . . you . . . need . . . to stop."

I had a quick idea.  "I heard you tell someone Mom doesn't swallow."  I
looked up at him and saw hunger in his eyes.

"Yeah. . . "

"Does that mean she won't swallow your cum?"

"Right."

I licked the head and then went down on him, sliding my head back and forth
a few times before I moved to his balls.  Before sucking on them, I said "I
will, Carl.  I'll swallow it all."  And then I began sucking on his nuts.
He was quiet for a bit, and then I saw his hands shove his sweats down
more.  I knew I had him.  I ran my tongue up the big vein on the underside
of his dick until I got to the top, and then I started sucking him.  I felt
his hand on my head, and I started forcing more of his dick into my mouth.

"Shit, Zach!  For someone who isn't a fag, you sure like cock!"  I started
sucking him harder. "Goddamn, son!  YES!  Suck that fuckin cock, boy!"  He
started pushing my head down more forcing his thick meat into my throat.  I
struggled to not choke on it.  Soon he was moving to his feet.  I pulled
his sweats down as he grabbed my head with both of his hands.  He started
driving his rod into my throat harder, his balls moving back and forth.  I
gagged and pushed back when he shoved it in further.  "Come on cocksucker!"
he said, gripping my head harder and driving his dick back in.  I felt
tears go down my cheek as I gagged repeatedly.

After a while he sat back down, but he kept shoving my head down on his
cock.  I could feel his fingers gripping my hair.  I gripped his ass as I
sucked on him hungrily.

It seemed like minutes later before I heard him say "Let's go back to the
tent."  I got up and walked with him.  He pulled my sleeping bag out,
unfolded it on the ground and lay down on top of it.  He pulled his sweats
off and spread his legs wide, and I returned his yummy meat to my mouth.
"You suck cock before?"  I shook my head no. "Damn, `cause you're better
than your mother.  That's for damn sure," he said.  "Okay, slow it down.
Go nice and slow, son."  I did as he said slowly moving my mouth up and
down the long, thick shaft.  "Savor that dick, boy.  Taste good?"  I nodded
my head yes.

When I saw him lift his shirt up and begin playing with his nipples, I went
back to his balls and sucked on them for a while.  After a bit he guided me
back to his cock.  "If I had only known my stepson was a cock-loving faggot
earlier!"

I really didn't like him calling me that, but he was right I loved his
cock.  That was for sure.  I continued slowly worshipping his dick with my
mouth until he finally said: "Okay, son.  I need to nut.  Go for it."  I
started blowing him much faster.  Soon he was shoving my head down again,
his cock filling my throat.  I felt his dick swell, and then he said: "Yes,
baby!  Come on and get that cum, cocksucker!"  I started blowing him
faster.  "YES!  You want it, Zach.  Swallow it!  Every goddamn drop!"  He
had my head in his grip as his hips shoved his meat in my throat, and then
in a few seconds I was choking as his thick fluid blasted down my throat.
It was slightly salty and didn't taste bad, but it felt like if I didn't
keep swallowing I'd drown.

Finally it slowed down, and I could enjoy the taste better.  I couldn't
understand why my mom wouldn't swallow this.  I mean, yeah, it was hard to
get it all without choking for those first few squirts, but then it wasn't
so bad.  And he obviously enjoyed this!

When he released me, I took a few more pulls on his meat with my mouth and
then let him go.  "Zach, I think you may just have to move in with me!" he
said, chuckling.

"I wish I could," I said watching him pull the sweats back on and rubbing
my wood through my shorts.

He looked at me and noticed my hand.  "Here, lay down."  I did as he said
and felt him pull my sweats down.  He spit into his hand and started
stroking my dick.  He lay down next to me and started kissing me as he
began speeding up.  I shivered as his grip tightened and got faster.  I
kissed him harder, and he responded similarly.  Soon I was humping his
hand, and a few moments later I felt his fist get tighter as my hot jizz
flowed over his fingers.  He wiped his hands off on my sweats before
getting up and going back to the fire.

I got dressed again and went to him and embraced him from behind.  "Are you
mad at me, Carl?"

"Fuck no!  It's just . . . a little confusing."

"What is?"

"For starters, you're my son.  My stepson.  Whatever.  Second, I don't like
dudes, but you fucking get me going so bad."

"So what's wrong with that?"

"Adults aren't supposed to be fucking little boys, much less family
members."

"But you love me, right?" I asked.

He reached behind him and moved me around to his front.  As he hugged me, I
stared into his deep blue eyes.  "Of course I love you, Zach.  That's what
makes this . . . weird.  Well, one of the things."

After standing there in silence for a while, we separated to take care of
the fire and stow the food in the trees.  We grabbed our day packs and then
started hiking.  By the time we reached a good area of the creek for
swimming, the day had warmed up quite a bit.  We pulled out towels and
spread them out.  I watched as he stripped out of his clothes.  "Come on,"
he said and headed into the water.  I quickly got naked and joined him.

We swam and played around in the water for a while.  When we climbed out, I
lay down on my blanket.  Carl came out of the water and was immediately on
top of me.  I opened my eyes just as he began kissing me.  I kissed him
back.  I was surprised at how much time we spent just making out.  When he
lay on his back, I cuddled up against him, resting my head on his big
chest.

After dozing a bit in the sun, we got up, got dressed, and headed back to
camp.  We ate lunch, and then Carl said we needed to head to the
convenience store.  We got in his truck and took the 20-minute drive to the
nearest place.  We bought some snack foods, some more beer, and a small
plastic bottle with some clear liquid or gel in it.  When we got back into
the car, I asked him what was in the bottle.  "You'll find out soon
enough."

When we got back to our campsite, I started to get out of the truck, but he
told me to stay put.  He walked behind the truck.  A few seconds later my
door was opening.  I looked and saw him standing there naked, his cock
getting stiff.  He reached across me and grabbed the paper bag.  I watched
him pull out the mysterious plastic bottle.  He squirted some of it into
his hand, and then I watched him rub it onto his cock.  "What is that
stuff?" I asked.

"Lube."

"What's it do?"

He set the bottle aside.  He grabbed my head and pulled my face to his, and
he kissed me deeply.  I felt his hands on my shirt.  He pulled it up and
off me.  "It makes it easier for me to get into that tight ass of yours."
He grabbed my legs and yanked them toward him.  He took hold of my shorts
and yanked them off me.  Holding my legs, he crossed them and then twisted
them so that I flipped onto my stomach.  He pulled me so that my ass was at
the edge of the seat.  I felt him behind me, his hard dick in my crack, the
swollen head prying my hole open.

"Carl!"

"Gonna fuck you good, Zach.  REAL good!"

I heard myself say "Unnnhhhh!" as I felt his thick cock shoving into my
ass.  He wasn't kidding.  That lube stuff got his dick inside me much more
easily, which kind of made it hurt more since his cock was sliding inside
me harder.

"We're gonna make this one last, Zach.  What do you think about that?"

"Yes, Dad!  Fuck me good!" I said as his meat plowed into my hole more.

"Dad?  You hardly ever call me that."

"Do you like it?"

"Fuck yeah!" he said.  "What do you want Daddy to do to your sweet little
ass?"

"Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck me hard!"

He shoved his dick in a little harder now and started humping me.  "Yeah,
son.  Daddy's gonna tear that pussy up!"  He pulled his cock back and
slammed it forward.  Not only did he shove it in to where it had been, but
he kept pushing so that more of his dick slid into me.  "You love Daddy's
big cock, don't you boy?"

"Yes, Daddy!  I want it so bad!"

His hands slid up to my shoulders.  "And you're gonna get it all right now,
baby!" he said.

"UNNNHHH!!!!!" I yelled as his thick cock rammed inside me.  Pain spread
through my ass.  He kept pushing it forward until he was buried inside me.

"Daddy!" I cried as he started slowing moving his dick back and forth.
"I've never had a tighter hole, Zach.  Shit you're so fuckin' hot!"  He
slowly humped my butt as I moaned loudly.

After a while he pulled out.  When I looked back he pointed toward the tent
with his head.  I turned around, and he moved between my legs.  He grabbed
me and lifted me up.  I squeezed my legs around his waist, and we kissed as
he carried me to the bag that was still spread out from this morning.  When
he released me, he told me to get on my hands and knees like a dog.  He was
quickly inside me, his cock buried all the way, balls bouncing against me
as he fucked me.

He alternated between rapid pounding and slow, full thrusts.  When he was
moving slow, he would pull my backward as his dick shoved in my hole.  I
started taking over and pushing myself onto his cock when he did his
forward thrusts.  After a bit he leaned back and sat on his heels.  He
pulled me down onto his rod.  "Fuck yourself, son."  I took over moving my
butt back and forth.  It felt so good I started speeding up, shoving his
meat deep into my hole with each thrust.  "Goddamn you feel so good!"  I
did this for a while before he stopped me.  He pulled out and then lay
down.  "Come ride me, baby."