Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2018 11:47:46 -0500 From: Jeff Subject: Ian's Weekend with Stepdad 2 DISCLAIMER: This story and any/all others in this series are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. It depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual behavior. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. To keep stories like these cumming, consider a contribution to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html **************************************************************************** Ian sat staring at the brown nugget his stepdad had just dumped on the floor of their hotel room. The young man's head was still swimming from the unexpected, perv encounter he'd had with Angelo only a few minutes ago. Seeing his stepdad's fresh log lying on the floor proved what had happened wasn't only his horny imagination. Somehow, the young man still felt like he'd entered some kind of parallel reality. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom next to him. But he couldn't seem to get his body to move from where he sat frozen after the skull fucking he'd received from the older man. He could still taste Angelo's fresh cum and piss in his mouth and smell the man's cock stink on his face. His young boner hadn't relented at all and was still standing at attention between his legs. He didn't care anymore that he was naked. In fact, all modesty between the two had flown out the window since he'd swallowed his stepfather's spunk and piss and seen the man take a dump in the floor. Ian forced himself to stand up and walk over to where the warm, fresh shit lay on the floor. He'd never seen another man's crap much less up close. The perfectly formed turd had a hypnotic effect on the lad. He couldn't believe he wanted to get a closer look at the manshit. Ian squatted down bringing his face within a few inches of the thick, brown log. He thought he'd be repulsed by the smell for sure. Instead, he found the earthy smell intoxicating and arousing. Without thinking, Ian took hold of his rigid little dick and started rubbing the head up and down the length of the well formed, half-dollar sized turd. The residual warmth of his stepdad's dump felt so good and Ian's cockhead glistened with the brown juice he was creating by humping Angelo's amazing log. Raging teen hormones and animal lust fueled the boy's desire. He wanted to be as close to his stepdad as possible. For the moment, that meant using his stepdad's ass fudge to pleasure his aching cock. Faster and faster, Ian slid his dick up and down the turd creating a trench in the firm, brown log that fit his cock perfectly. The natural smell of Angelo's dump filled the air as the young man humped the filthy turd. Like all guys, Ian had learned to masturbate all by himself. Didn't need a daddy to show him how to pleasure his own cock. But, he never imagined fucking Angelo's turd would ever be a way to pleasure himself. Most of the time, Ian shot blanks. Every now and then, and if he was really excited, Ian squirted some clear liquid when he'd climax. He was sure this time was going to be the best yet! A few more pumps of his little cock down the turd trench and Ian felt his body begin to shudder uncontrollably. He leaned back stroking his shitty cock with a vengeance. Dizzy with lust, the boy's cock spasmed dumping the first real cum load he'd ever produced onto his stepdad's fucked log. White cream filled the trench he'd fashioned with his cock creating a nasty boat of teenage semen. Ian had been so hyper-focused on grinding the man turd; he hadn't heard when the water turned off in the shower. Even though his ears were still ringing as the blood rushed back to his head, he suddenly felt enveloped in the deafening silence. Ian looked up to see Angelo standing over him stroking his rock hard cock. He'd obviously seen everything as the boy shot his first nut into his hollowed-out turd. Ian blushed. He'd been caught `brown-handed' by his stepdad. There was no faking or lying his way out of it. But after what had happened earlier, Ian didn't feel as self-conscious around his stepfather as before. Angelo's dark brown eyes locked with Ian's baby blues. And, for the first time, both men felt a familiarity and a bond that hadn't been there even an hour ago. Angelo kneeled down across the cum-filled scat boat from his stepson. Reaching forward he pulled Ian into a deep kiss. His tongue probed the boy's mouth tasting a lingering hint of his own cock juices. When the long, passionate kiss finally broke, Ian watched as Angelo slid his huge cockhead into the groove of his own turd coating it with Ian's fresh teen jizz. "Be a shame to waste that impressive load, boy," Angelo growled. Reaching down, the man dragged a hooked finger thru what was left of the cum before lifting his hand to methodically clean the digit. Ian watched with disbelief while secretly hoping for another kiss so he could taste his spunk on his stepdad's lips. But Angelo had other ideas. Standing up, he thrust his hips forward offering the boy his cum & shit covered cock head. Ian opened his mouth wide for his stepdad. The sweet mixture of cum and shit made his eyes water as he wrapped his mouth around his stepdad's plum-sized head. Ian sucked greedily getting his first taste of his own spunk mixed with hints of Angelo's shit. Now that the Ian had fed from Angelo and Angelo had tasted Ian's teen spunk, there was no denying the two were bonded beyond anything Ian could have imagined. Ian didn't want these feelings to end. He wished he and Angelo could hang out in the room all weekend exploring their new bond. Sadly, he watched as his stepdad, half smiling, half smirking, stood up again and walked over to the dresser. Reaching into a plastic plant sitting on top, he pulled something out that had been hidden in the leaves. Angelo turned holding out a small square, black & silver box. Ian immediately recognized the GoPro cam he'd gotten for his birthday earlier that summer. He watching in horror as Angelo pushed the button on top turning off the blinking red light. The entire raunchy act had been recorded. Ian struggled to hold back the tears as every possible emotion flooded through him. What did his stepdad plan to do with the video? Had it all been a trick? Angelo walked over to his suitcase, twisted the combo lock and opened his bag. He pulled out some clothes before sliding the GoPro inside and relocking it. Ian wasn't sure what any of this meant any more. He watched as Angelo pulled on a pair of jeans and a tight, long- sleeved t-shirt that showed off every muscle on the man from the waist up. Ian robotically followed suit, dressing to meet up with the other guys. He had no idea how he'd ever be able to sit at a table filled a bunch of other dads and sons knowing what had happened between him and Angelo. Would the other guys figure out what a nasty little faggot he'd been? Would Angelo spill the beans? The weekend suddenly seemed like it would never end!