Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 00:18:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: dream.quiet@yahoo.com
Subject: Playing The Game

Playing The Game

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Standard disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this, stop. If the
idea of sex between consenting male family members offends you, stop
reading. If even perusing this story would break local laws and/or
statutes, stop. Etc., etc.

Some of what you are about to read is true, though names have been changed
to protect the innocent. Some parts are fabrications, exaggerations and
fantasy. I am not going to tell you which parts are which; I will let you
decide for yourself what is real and what is the product of imagination.

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My stepdad and I always had an unusual relationship. There was none of the
usual animosity between the son and the "new" dad. It probably helped that
my biological dad died when I was pretty young, and my parents had divorced
about three years before that; I'd never really developed a strong bond
with my "real" father. That said, I never took to calling my stepdad by
"dad"; I always called him by his first name, Gary. It was never a point of
contention, though. He accepted that I still, on some level, could not
replace my dad with another.

Life not being a porn movie, my stepdad was no Adonis. He was a southern
boy, with a lot of hair on his chest and stomach, and thinning on the top.
He wasn't muscled, but he wasn't fat; he had a fairly thick build and a
stomach that showed his love of food. He didn't have a huge dick - it was
probably a good 6 or 7 inches, hard (yes, I had peeked.) But he was
comfortable with his body, and confidence can make a man very sexy. He
enjoyed being at home in near-nudity. He would often lounge around the
house in only his briefs, whether to watch TV or sit down with me and play
video games.

When the time came for "the talk", my mom just handed me a book about
puberty and called it a day (she was, and is, a very conservative Christian
woman.) Gary took it upon himself to actually make sure I understood the
physical changes of puberty, and was always available to answer any
questions I had. That was when he first told me that it was perfectly
normal for two guys to play around together, especially at my age. He told
me about his high school friend, with whom he had spent many nights jerking
off and swapping blowjobs. It's possible he knew I was gay before I did (or
at least, before I knew what my attraction to guys was really all about.)
He bought me my first porn magazine - not just a titty mag, but one with
hardcore fucking and sucking (even if it was of the hetero variety. I can't
say I blame him for not wanting to pick up a hardcore gay porn mag at a
truck stop, though.) When I was around 14 or 15, on a weekend my mom was
out of town, he rented the first porn I'd ever seen (this was before the
internet was really a big thing - or at least, before I'd discovered it for
myself.) We watched it together, and although I didn't get to see his cock
that night, he said it was okay if I wanted to jack off while watching the
movie - just make sure not to leave a mess on the couch. Me being shy, I
didn't quite take him up on it the first time.

There were a few other times where we watched porn together, always on
those rare occasions that my mom had left for the weekend (or the night.)
Once or twice, I dared to pull my cock out and stroke to the movie - he
never joined me right there, but would slip off to the kitchen (which had a
view of the living room and the TV) to do it. While I never actually SAW
him tugging his meat, I would sometimes spot him in the kitchen during our
movie watching, with a hard-on in his underwear and a wet spot forming.

Then one day, when I was around 16, I got very daring. Gary and I were in
my room, playing a video game on a very hot summer day. Seriously, it was
sweltering, even with the air conditioner running. He was in his underwear,
as usual, and I took the opportunity to strip down to mine as well. Then I
took it one step further. I slipped my underwear off completely, and lay on
my stomach, with my naked ass on display. He didn't say anything. I turned
over to lay on my back and, as I was playing the game with one hand,
started stroking myself with the other. He still didn't say anything; just
sat there and quietly kept playing the game. Eventually, I set the
controller down entirely and started jacking off in earnest, glancing over
at him every now and then. He never said a word, but didn't leave the room,
either. He just sat there and watched me pleasure myself. This went on for
a good 6 or 7 minutes before my mom started calling for him to come help
her with something or other, and he left the room. Later that night,
though, he came into my room before bed and asked "Why did you do that
today?" To that, I had no real answer outside of "I wanted to see what
would happen." I didn't give him that answer, of course. Instead, I just
said "I dunno." He said nothing else about it, and went off to bed.

Flash forward a few weeks, and I was woken up by my TV in the middle of the
night. I cracked my eyes open, and there was Gary, with his underwear
around his knees, his cock at full mast, and stroking his dick hard to the
porn he had popped into my VCR. I didn't say anything; hell, I tried not to
let him know I was awake. I just watched, enthralled, as he stroked himself
off about three feet away from me. He must have noticed the change in
atmosphere of the room, though, because he looked over and saw me watching.
He didn't hurry about it, but he did pull up his underwear, tuck his dick
away, and say "your turn." Then he left my room. I got up and followed him
out to the living room, and sat down with him for a bit before I said "You
can do it with me, if you want." He looked at me for a few minutes before
finally saying, "I probably shouldn't right now." With that, I went back to
my room, slid out of my pants and stroked myself to orgasm.

A few months later, the game changed. One night, as I was sleeping, I was
woken up yet again - not by the TV this time, but my the sudden feel of
additional weight in my bed (keep in mind, I had a twin-size bed at this
time, so there was no way I wasn't going to notice this.) As I shook off
sleep, I realized that Gary was in bed, next to me. Naked. He was breathing
deep, and it seemed he had drifted off to sleep. My 16-year old brain
kicked into Curious George mode, and I looked down his body. Yep, he was
definitely naked, and he was definitely half-hard. I hesitated for a few
minutes - how far was I willing to press my luck? My sex drive won out, and
I tentatively wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a few expiremental
strokes. It got harder in my grip, so I kept going, listening hard for any
change in Gary's breathing. It never changed. Finally, a moment of either
boldness or insanity hit, and I slid down the bed to put my mouth even with
his cock. I waited, listening, for anything that would say I was pushing
too far; but, again, that sign never came. So I went for it - I leaned in
and wrapped my lips around my stepdad's hard dick. It was amazing - the
musky smell that filled my nose, the thickness that was stretching my lips,
the salty taste of precum as it leaked onto my tongue. I had never given a
blowjob before, but I had seen enough porn by then to have a good idea how
it was done. It took some time, and I was hyper-aware of my surroundings
from paranoia, but eventually I took him all the way to the base. I sucked
him, my stepdad, for what was probably only 10-15 minutes, but felt like
hours to me, before his dick twitched between my lips and he unloaded his
cum into my mouth. I pulled off his softening member, and carefully slid
back up the bed. A few minutes later, he turned onto his side and started
snoring. I dozed off soon after. When I woke up in the morning, I was alone
in bed.

Nothing was said about that night, and I eventually decided either he had
honestly wandered into my room by accident and slept through the entire
thing, or I had dreamed a very good dream that evening. Then a few months
passed, and things went further.

Gary and I were staying in a hotel, as he and my mom were having a huge
argument and she had kicked him out of the house (this was probably a
bi-monthly event, honestly.) I had just joined him, because.. hey, I was 16
and hotels were the best thing in the world. They had a pool! My mom didn't
mind, because it meant she got some time to herself for the night.

So, there we were at night, making ourselves comfortable in the hotel
room. Gary looked at me and asked if I wanted to get a movie; I was all for
the idea. It was a few minutes later, when the movie started, that I
realized he didn't mean something we'd seen in theaters. There was some
hardcore fucking on the screen, two guys on one girl. Gary wasted no time
in stripping out of his shirt and pants, leaving himself just in his
underwear. I stripped down to mine as well, and lay a few inches away from
him in the bed. It wasn't long after that Gary's hand was down the front of
his underwear, very obviously playing with his dick and quickly growing
hard. He looked over at me and just said "You can, too, if you want." I
took the chance and slid a hand down into my own underwear, playing with my
cock and getting hard just as fast as he was. My breathing must have been a
lot faster than usual - where was this going to go? We had never done
anything like this before, so brazenly. My answer came about five minutes
later, as I was watching the movie and jacking myself in my briefs, when I
felt his hand slide beneath the band of my underwear and nudge mine out of
the way. His hand wrapped around my cock, and he started stroking me
without a word or question of permission. He grabbed one of my hands with
his other, the one that had just been on his dick, and guided it to the
bulge inside his briefs. "I know you want to," is all he said, and closed
my hand around his cock.

I did want to. And here I was, given permission - hell, given blessing - to
do it. So I did. I stroked him slow and fast by turns, and he jerked my
cock with the same care. This went on for a good 20 minutes, both of us
getting more excited, edging the other and pulling back when we sensed the
impending orgasm. Then, as the movie moans and grunts continued on the
screen, he pulled his hand out of my underwear, and pushed my hand off his
cock. For a moment, I was confused - weren't we having fun and enjoying the
moment? Was something wrong? Was he having second thoughts?

My fears were unfounded as he slipped out of his underwear entirely, and
rolled over to lay on top of me, his hairy body pressing down against my
relatively smooth one. "I don't want to cum yet," he said, and leaned down
to assault my mouth with his. I was shocked as I felt his tongue slide
between my lips and explore mine. I'm not sure how he managed it, but he
somehow slid off my underwear as he kissed feverishly, leaving our hard
cocks to rub together, leaking precum between our bodies. Eventually, I
found myself pinned beneath him entirely, with him holding my arms together
over my head, and his knees slowly pushing my legs apart. Not that I was
exactly resisting at this point. As he moved his mouth from mine and
started nibbling at my ears and neck, I was moaning just as excitedly as
the girl in the movie. Though he was being rough and more than a little
forceful, I wanted more. I lifted my hips from the bed to rub my cock
against his and, when his slick cock slipped down to brush against my ass,
I groaned in delight.

He stopped, then, and looked at me. Then he smiled - a genuine, happy
smile, as I think he realized that he wasn't forcing me into anything; I
really, really wanted this.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "I'm gonna be your first, ain't I?"

"Yes, Gary," I answered, as I started trying to wrap my legs around his
back. "I want you to be my first.."

"It's gonna hurt."

"I'll be okay. I want this.. I want you. Fuck me, Gary."

He didn't say anything to that - just spit into his hand and smeared it
against my waiting hole. He did this a few more times, before rubbing some
of the excessive amounts of precum along the head of his dick. He looked at
me one last time, and asked "Are you sure?"

"Fuck yeah!" I answered. Admittedly, I was nervous - this really was my
first time, this was my stepdad, and I was about to have a hard cock inside
me with no real lube. He was right. It hurt like a son of a bitch as he
pushed himself into me. I almost begged him to stop, but was able to turn
it into begging for more. I pretended this was our own little porn movie,
and our audience wanted to hear me craving it, asking for it, pleading. And
as he bottomed out, when I felt his balls come to rest against my ass, it
didn't hurt quite as bad. He started off slow, sliding out about halfway
before pressing back in. That didn't last long, though, before he started
going at it with gusto, pulling almost all the way out and shoving himself
back in fully. He started swearing up a storm, saying how good I felt, how
long he'd wanted to do this, how we were going to do this more..

"Oh yes, please, fuck me more!" I moaned as he flipped me over and mounted
me from behind.

"Oh yeah, babygirl. I'm gonna tear that pussy up, make you want it all the
time! You like my big cock in you, babygirl?"

"Yes, daddy.. I love it. I love your dick inside me! I want it!" I didn't
even care that he was calling me 'babygirl'; I just wanted more of this,
more of my stepdad's hard cock inside my hole, more dirty talk, more of
this forbidden sex we were having. Because damn it, it was fucking hot.

"Your pussy is so tight, baby. Daddy loves that sweet hole.."

"Take it, daddy.. it's all yours to use."

And he kept fucking me for a good two hours. The movie had long stopped
playing, and the only sounds were our moans and grunts, our swearing and
dirty talk. The smell of sex filled the air as he took me in several
positions. Doggie style, on my back again, me riding him, on my stomach as
he pinnned me down and whispered obscenities into my ear, on our
sides.. But it was when I was on my back for the third time, looking up
into his lust-filled eyes that he finally said those magic words.

"I'm gonna cum, babygirl. Daddy's gonna fill you up with his cum. You want
my cum, don't you babygirl? Want it inside your little cunt?"

He didn't wait for an answer - he shoved himself in, balls-deep, and I felt
him unloading himself into my hole. He must have shot for at least a
minute, and I felt my insides getting wetter and warmer as each load from
his cock pumped into my willing ass.

"Unh..  baby..." he grunted, as the last of his spunk left his body. He lay
down on top of me and began probing my mouth with his tongue once again. We
lay there for awhile, just making out, enjoying the afterglow, as his dick
softened and slipped from my ass. Finally, he rolled off of me and pulled
me next to him, wrapping an arm around me and telling me to get some
sleep. Nothing was said about not telling mom; I knew that this was a
secret we couldn't share with anyone but each other.

The next morning was business as usual, as we went back home and he and mom
made up (again.) Though outwardly our relationship hadn't changed at all,
we never discussed the sex we'd had, and despite the heat of the previous
night, we didn't repeat the performance.

At least, not until a few years later.

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I hope you enjoyed the tale. Again, parts of this story are entirely true.
Some are author's creative license. I will leave it to you, dear reader, to
separate fact from fiction. Comments, critiques, praise and tips can all be
sent to dream.quiet@yahoo.com