Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2018 12:29:02 -0500
From: Jeff <lickitpig@gmail.com>
Subject: Ian's Weekend With Stepdad

Ian's Weekend with Stepdad


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homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual
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      Some things are just part of being a guy.  So much so, most men don't
even give a lot of thought to them.
      Take, for example, being the dominant sex.  It is engrained into our
psyche from early childhood.  From the time we're old enough to comprehend,
we're told, "Don't be a pussy!" "Take it like a man!"  Unlike girls, we are
expected to bury our feelings.  And above all else, "Never let them see you
cry!"
      Testosterone obviously makes a difference.  It fuels a lot of
personal interactions.  Roughhousing and fights are frequent whether
necessary or not.  Punch first and ask questions later.  Nipple pinching
and ass slapping are everyday occurrences among the guys.
      Loving sports and team play is an obligatory right of passage and
taking falls, knocks and bruises without complaint was expected.  And as
far as sports are concerned, being around so many guys, you grow accustomed
to the musky, ripe man smells of pits, cock and ass especially after a long
game or workout.  Those smells intensify with age and you begin trying to
mask them with more frequent showers and deodorant.
      As you get a little older, other things become unspoken parts of
being a man. Every day when you get out of bed, even if your cock isn't
sporting the usual morning wood, you still have an unmistakable tingle
somewhere deep in your groin.  It's a feeling you first notice at a fairly
young age when your bush is hardly more than peach fuzz.  Before your nuts
have even fully descended, you are already feeling the urge to have sex.
You soon realize that tingle is coming from your balls.  They have started
filling with cum begging to be released.
       Even before you can cum, you know how good it feels to play with
your dick.  And after your first orgasm, because it feels so fucking good,
you quickly learn how to crank one out whenever you have a free second to
yourself.  Sometimes that means whipping out your aching cock and blowing a
load in your bedroom, in public rest rooms, in the back pew at church or
anywhere else you can.  Masturbation, for most, becomes a favorite
self-indulgence and guilty pleasure!
      Of course, there's a lot more to becoming a man than learning how to
jerk out a load.  It also had to do with your upbringing and family
environment.  So to some degree, every young man's journey is different.
Some guys, with very open relationships, learn from their dads.  Others
learn about sex from their schoolmates.  My buddy, Ian, told me about his
journey into manhood and it sounded something like this:
      From the time he was old enough to remember, Ian struggled with the
trappings of manhood.  When he was five years old, his dad was killed in a
car accident.  So, Ian had lost the only close male role model in his life.
His dad's parents lived out of state and his mom's father had died in the
war.  Ian's mom tried her best to play the dual roles of parenthood.  But,
having been raised without a father figure herself, she had no idea how to
foster the masculinity the boy was going to need to "man up".
      Ian and his mom spent the next 8 years together becoming much closer
than most moms and sons do.  They depending on and shared everything with
each other.  To say Ian was a `momma's boy' was putting it mildly!  Ian was
often teased at school for not fitting in with the other guys.  He was more
geek than jock spending most of his time reading or playing video games.
      When Ian turned 13, his mom started dating again.  Raising Ian alone
had been difficult.  And while she wasn't really interested in re-marrying,
she wanted her son to have a strong male figure he could turn to as he
started puberty.  After a year or so and several month-long relationships,
she settled down with Angelo.  Angelo stood 6'4" tall and was a muscular
225 pounds.  He had a broad chest and arms the size of most men's thighs.
One look at him and you knew he was all man.  His Greek lineage was obvious
in his thick, wavy locks of dark hair.  And the fur didn't stop there.  His
arms and legs were covered and his torso was matted with curly black hair
that started where his ever-present five o'clock shadow ended and trailed
all the way down to his bulging crotch.
      Ian, on the other hand, seemed dwarfed by Angelo.  Standing about
five feet tall and weighing in at a whopping 145, his hairless body
sometimes made him appear more girl than boy.
      Ian didn't like his stepfather much.  While he thought it'd be great
to have a dad, with Angelo in the picture, he felt more isolated.  His
mother had obviously backed off to let Angelo have more of an influence on
the boy.  From the beginning, the two had had an awkward relationship.
Angelo was the most stereotypical macho pig you could imagine.  While Ian
was the more reserved and quiet kid that usually blended in with the
furniture.  Angelo's efforts to indoctrinate the boy into what it meant to
be a man fell on mostly deaf ears.  The awkward teen never mastered sports
of any kind.  He flinched from aggression and sulked when Angelo bullied
him.
      Angelo had never been a father.  Now he found himself trying to
connect with a kid with whom he had little in common.  So he was beginning
to run out of ideas.  When he was about ready to give up, Angelo decided
he'd take Ian into the city for a step-father/son weekend.  He'd bought
tickets to the Bears game and booked a hotel for the night before and after
the game.  A couple of Angelo's buddies were bringing their sons too and
Angelo thought it was worth one last-ditch effort to connect with the boy.
Ian, on the other hand, wasn't very excited about the game and he dreaded
being all alone with his stepdad for an entire weekend.
      The weekend came all too soon for Ian.  The plan was to go down early
to hang out with some of the guys on Saturday and then head to the game on
Sunday afternoon.  Ian had met a couple of Angelo's buddies and their sons.
Most of the dads were variations of Angelo.  And all seemed to share a much
closer connection with their boys than Angelo and Ian could hope to share.
      After getting to the hotel, Angelo and Ian checked in and went up to
their room.  Angelo had splurged on a fancy, high-rise overlooking Lake
Michigan.  From their 34th floor room, you could see Soldier Field in the
distance.  The hotel was so close, they could practically walk to the game.
Angelo threw the suitcase on a chair and quickly grabbed for the remote to
see what the channel lineup looked like.  Ian sat on the bed as Angelo
flipped quickly through the programs.  Ian was surprised when his channel
surfing stepdad passed his normal sports favs.  The clicker didn't slow
until he got to the Adults-Only channels.  Ian hadn't seen much porn except
for some soft stuff he'd accidently stumbled across after a failed Google
search.  He watched as Angelo scanned past a couple more channels.  Most
showed women in various positions being porked in one end or the other by
some muscle guy's big dick.  Ian's little dick stirred.  He wasn't sure if
he was aroused by the porn or the fact that his stepdad was in the room
watching with him.
      No sooner than he'd picked up the remote and started flipping
channels, Angelo turned the TV off and spun round toward Ian.  "We have
time to grab a quick shower before heading down to meet the other guys at
the pub", he said.  They'd planned to meet up with the other father/son
duos around 6.  Angelo told Ian to go ahead in the shower first.  And he'd
call Ian's mom, in the meantime, and let her know they'd checked in without
any problems.
      Ian walked into the luxurious hotel bathroom.  He wasn't used to such
a big room let alone the fancy dŽcor & amenities.  He stepped onto the
super soft, plush rug in front of the closet-sized, clear, glass shower.
Scrunching his toes, he slipped off his cargo shorts and pulled his tank
top over his head.  Ian turned on the shower's eight rain heads and turned
to make sure the door to the single bathroom was closed before stepping in.
      Ian was lanky for his age and a little underdeveloped.  He'd noticed
a little soft fuzz around the base of his cock and on his upper lip.  His
pits had the first few hints of hair as well.  Ian was always very private,
especially when showering after the gym.  He felt self-conscious compared
to the other guys who seemed to revel in torturing anyone that showed signs
of being different.
      As the water washed over his slender body, Ian tried to relax and
consider his strategy for getting through the evening.  Would he feign
illness to cut the night short?  Or would he try to make the most of
Angelo's effort to bond?
      Out of the corner of his eye, Ian saw movement somewhere on the other
side of the shower door.  As the shadow moved closer though the steam, Ian
could see Angelo had joined him in the bathroom.  As he walked past the
shower stall, the man grunted something about having to "take a shit" and
he "hoped Ian didn't mind the company".  Ian watched in disbelief as his
stepdad walked past the shower to the toilet just at the end of the room.
Without hesitation, Angelo dropped his shorts exposing the first adult
male's ass Ian had ever seen.  Ian stared at the thick, black hair that
seemed to pour over the mounds of his beefy glutes down through his crack
and back out to cover his thighs all the way down to his ankles.
      A loud fart rumbled between Angelo's cheeks as he stood taking a piss
in front of the boy.  Ian jumped at the unexpected, loud noise.  He was
suddenly aware of his own nakedness, as he stood exposed for the first time
in front of his stepdad.  With clear shower doors and standing only a few
feet from Angelo, there was no hope of hiding.  Angelo turned to settle
down on the can.  Neither of them said anything as Ian pretended to wash
his face and Angelo strained to give birth to the mammoth log aching in his
colon.
      Ian couldn't believe what was happening as he kept stealing glances
of his step dad .  Angelo sat with his legs spread staring right at Ian as
his face slightly contorted as the first of several logs splashed into the
bowl.  As quickly as he'd sat, Angelo was on his feet again walking away
from the toilet without wiping or even flushing.  Ian would've certainly
noticed the breach in hygiene except for staring at Angelo's crotch.  Just
as his t-shirt had exposed Angelo's hot beefy ass, it also rode high enough
for Ian to see Angelo's ample bush hovering over the biggest, veiniest
uncut cock Ian had ever seen.  Ian watched Angelo's cock shift back and
forth over his lime sized nuts.  Ian reached down and rubbed his finger
around his partially exposed head appearing to wipe off the last few drops
of piss.  Instead of wiping it on a towel, Ian watched Angelo sniff his
fingers then lick them clean.
      WHAT THE FUCK!!!  What had he just seen?  Surely his eyes were
playing tricks.  Embarrassed, Ian turned off the shower and grabbed the
towel he'd thrown over the door quickly wrapping it round his waist.  As he
stepped out, Angelo said, "My turn!" reaching up to take off his t-shirt.
Ian watched in amazement as the t-shirt slowly slid up revealing Angelo's
hairy, washboard stomach, followed by his firm pecs and finally his broad
shoulders.  Ian had only seen his stepdad shirtless a few times and never
so close he could touch him.
      Ian tried to step aside as his stepdad passed.  Completely naked,
Angelo walked right by the paralyzed teen reaching out and tweaking one of
Ian's sensitive nipples.  Flinching in surprise more than pain, Ian lost
his footing as he jerked away.  As he scrambled to steady himself, his arm
grazed past Angelo's bush clipping his hefty cock.  Ian blushed as Angelo
laughed and grabbed his plump shaft by the base, shaking his fat dick at
the boy.  Ian couldn't get out of there fast enough.  But before Angelo
could close the shower door behind him, Ian's sensitive nose caught a hint
of an unfamiliar sweet/sour odor coming from Angelo's direction.
      Ian felt a stirring in his groin causing the towel around his waist
to tent conspicuously in front of him.  He quickly put his hand over his
crotch and ran into the bedroom to hide his rock-hard erection.
      Ian grabbed his jeans off the desk chair and slid them on to help
hide his embarrassment, not to mention his boner!  No sooner had he slipped
them on and sat down on the bed, he turned to find Angelo standing naked
and watching him from the bathroom door.  Angelo wasn't wet nor was he
wearing a towel.  And once again, Ian's sensitive nose was assaulted by the
same smell he'd noticed at the shower door.  Now, however, it mingled with
a more familiar, sweaty man musk. Ian recognized it from the smell of his
own un-showered dick.
      Angelo walked right over to the awestruck boy putting one hand on his
shoulder.  Ian had no choice but to stare at the floor to keep from coming
face to face with the man's limp, but formidable, cock hanging inches from
his nose.  The intoxicating smell of Angelo's foreskin, only inches away,
reinvigorated the boner in the lad's pants and Ian squirmed uncomfortably
trying to figure a way out of the awkward proximity to his naked stepdad.
      Without asking, Angelo put his hand behind Ian's head and pulled the
boy toward him as if to give him a hug.  Ian squirmed as his stepdad's soft
cock grazed his cheek peeling back the ample foreskin to reveal his bulbous
slimy cock knob.  Ian sat in shock as he felt Angelo's cock slide along his
cheek.  Even though his eyes were tightly closed, he could feel every inch
of Angelo's penis slide along his face leaving a moist trail of man stink
behind it.
      Ian's cock was now straining so hard against his pants he was sure
the buttons in the fly would shoot across the room at any moment.  Slowly,
Angelo relaxed his hold on the boy's neck and Ian opened his eyes.  Still
in his stepdad's grasp, he saw the man's cock aiming right at his nose.
Angelo's grip on the back of his stepson's head tightened again.  And with
his free hand, he peeled back his foreskin gently guiding the boy's nose
into the rancid hood that normally covered his large mushroom.
      Ian's head was spinning and his nostrils burned as they filled with
the most disgusting, yet arousing, odor the young man had ever smelled.
Angelo slowly slid his pungent foreskin all the way over the boy's nose in
some kind of weird territorial marking ritual forcing him to breath through
his mouth to keep from fainting.
      The teenager couldn't believe what was happening.  He struggled to
make sense of what his stepdad was doing.  Even more puzzling, he grappled
with why he and his body clearly wanted more.  The smell of Angelo's uncut
hood was so concentrated now Ian could literally taste the funk of the
man's foreskin in his mouth.  And it tasted amazing!
      Ian pulled back from Angelo.  But, he hoped Angelo would realize he
wasn't trying to get away.  Freeing his nose from the man's foreskin, he
raise up so his lips were now touching the wrinkled hood of skin.  Slowly,
Ian opened his mouth and Angelo took the hint slowly pulling the boy down
onto his rapidly hardening cock.
	Inch by inch, Angelo moaned as his cock slid deeper and deeper into
his stepson's throat.  Angelo hadn't intended to take things this far.  By
now, however, his balls were boiling with an uncontrollable need to
release.  Just as his thick, curly bush started to tickle young Ian's nose,
the boy's virgin throat constricted.  He gagged as the large member
continued its intrusive descent.
	The sound of his stepson gagging on his huge cock drove Angelo
insane.  Overcome with fuck lust, Angelo began thrusting his hips back and
forth to force his bulbous knob deeper into his willing victim's warm, wet
throat.  Driven by millennia of instinct, Angelo's cock was now on
autopilot.  His rhythm and speed increased automatically with each thrust
down the young faggot's throat.  He could no longer control the primal need
to spew his cock snot into the warm orifice that was pleasuring his
manhood.
	Ian's eyes and throat burned from the assault of the rancid, uncut
cock.  He could also smell Ron's un-wiped ass only a few inches behind the
man's large, sweaty balls.  Rather than being repulsed by such nasty
smells, he found them oddly intoxicating.  He was also surprised at how
natural it felt to have the man's penis in his mouth.  He was even more
surprised that he wanted it!
      Ian could taste a heady mixture of precum, stale piss and headcheese
mixing with his own spit and forming a frothy lube for Angelo's cock.  Ian
concentrated on relaxing his throat.  Grabbing a breath between every
thrust, he tried desperately not to pass out.  His eyes watered as the
brutal skull fuck reached a frenzied pace.
      Seeing tears in the boy's eyes was all it took!  With one last
thrust, Angelo slid his entire 9 inches of fuck stick down Ian's throat and
blasted a seemingly unending stream of seed into the boy's gullet.
Finally, after the 5th or 6th volley of boiling hot spunk, Angelo's cock
relaxed.  He slid the head back out of the boy's throat to give him a
chance to swallow what hadn't been forced down and to catch his breath.
      As his softening cock head lay on Ian's tongue, Angelo once again
tightened his grip on the boy's head.  Without warning Angelo released a
stream of strong, yellow piss from his cock washing down the white creamy,
jizz he'd just fed the kid.  Ian struggled at first.  But Angelo's grip was
unyielding.  And the teenager had no choice but to drink from his
stepfather's cock faucet or drown.  Angelo pissed for a good minute and a
half before releasing Ian's head and finally pulling his drained and
satisfied schlong from Ian's mouth.
      Without saying a word he turned away from the dazed and exhausted
boy.  As Ian watched Angelo walk back toward the bathroom, the man's beefy,
hairy ass taunted the boy.  Just before stepping thru the door, Angelo
looked over his shoulder.  Reaching behind himself, he spread his ass
cheeks to expose his hairy, un-wiped hole.  Ian stared as the man flared
out his nasty shit-covered ass lips in his direction.  He watched in
stunned silence as Angelo's pucker squeezed out a small nugget-sized turd
that he let fall the floor.  His stepfather smirked at Ian then turned back
walking on into the bathroom.
      Ian sat in a mental fog staring at the little piece of his stepdad's
shit on the carpet.  What was he supposed to do?  Was this some sort of
test?  No matter what, he certainly hadn't expected anything like this on
their weekend getaway.  As the sound of running water in the shower broke
the deafening silence, Ian couldn't help but wonder what the next 48 hours
held in store.  It certainly seemed like he had underestimated his stepdad
in many ways.  If this had been any kind of example, there was definitely a
lot he had to learn about being a man.


É To be continued