Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 06:21:35 EDT
From: BARECT@aol.com
Subject: My stepfather and I

This is a true story of a developing relationship between a stepfather and
his stepson. This story is of an actual relationship that is going on. If
you do not like material such as this, then don't read it. This is not
intended for minors (under 18). I thought that I would share this. I hope
you enjoy it. Comments are welcome.


I remember when my dad passed away. I was very young, about 6 years old. It
was rough for mom at first, taking care of a young child who really had no
idea what was going on was a big drain on her. She worked 2 jobs and I
stayed with my aunt who watched out for me. I was small and scrawny. I was
the one who was always picked on. About 2 years later, my mom met a man by
the name of Alex. He really cared for my mom, which made me happy for her,
but I did not like him. How dare this man, an 8 year old mentality, try and
take my dad's place. I did not like him for that. Whenever he came over I
would always act up. My mom would say:

"That's it! I have had enough of your attitude young man. Brian, go to bed.
Now!"

My reply most often was: "But, but mom. I'm not doing anything."

Alex would just sit there and look like a hurt puppy dog. He would say:

"Let him be. He's just a young boy. He's angry at me cause I'm not his
dad. Let him vent if he wants to. Sooner or later he'll come around."

For my age, mind you, I was pretty advanced.  Thanks to my aunt. She taught
me alot about being grown up at an early age, but not to let anyone try and
harm you or your mom.

"Your the man of the house now. It's your job to protect her."

So for many years this went on. Eventually, I came around. It was in high
school and my mom and Alex had decided to marry. He had been good to us
both and I had decided that I would rather see her happy with Alex, than to
be out there in that crazy world. I graduated high school and was going
away to college. I had blossomed in a nicely developed man. Not overly
buffed-up, but I could take care of myself. For the most part thanks to
Alex. He bought a house and we moved in when I entered high school. He set
the basement up as a home gym for all of us to use. He had shown me all
sorts of exercises and lifting and such.  I was kind of getting used to
him. Alex was not a muscular man, but he had a great tight body.

He had jet black hair and a beard. He was hairy all over. Even his back was
covered with hair. He had nice arms and great strong legs. He was handsome,
as well. His eyes were greyish-blue. Strong facial features. I could never
get myself to look at his crotch. I was ashamed to. I knew I was gay and
hid myself very deep. I could never let him nor my mom ever find out. I
always lingered in the showers after gym to get a look at all those young
guys naked and joking around with one another. I joked too. We were all
friends. That happens in small towns. Occasionally, we would see whose dick
is bigger, but nothing more than that. When I would get home I would
usually jerk off to the memory of the day.

Alex and I started to bond very well which pleased my mom. I knew I could
not hold out that much longer. He was OK. He was like a father to
me. Helping me out, even when I didn't ask for his help. Upon the end of
the summer I left for college. Halfway into the semester, Alex calls me and
tell me my mom left. I was very confused and upset. He informs me that she
was cheating on him for a few years, but did not want to ruin my high
school years. At his decision. We had talked for along time and told me
that she was not coming back. Again I was lost. No family, except Alex.

He knew I was really upset and told me to come home for the weekend. I was
at school about 3 hours from home.

I said I'll be there Friday afternoon after classes were over.

I was mad as hell. Not at Alex, I felt really bad for him. He went out of
his way for me! Making sure I was not screwed over when in high school. I
was pissed to no end at my mom. How could she do this. To him. To me. As I
pulled in the driveway, all sorts of memories came flooding back. We had
good times here. So I thought. My emotions got the best of me. I hadn't
cried like that in a very long time. As I lay my hands in my face, a knock
taps on my window. I look up, it's Alex.

"Come on Brian, come inside and we'll talk."

When I looked up at him, I could see he was very upset as well. I opened
the door and stepped out. I said

"Hi Alex."

and gave him a big hug. We stood there what seemed like a lifetime
embracing each other. our faces buried in each other's shoulders.

"Let's go inside Brian."

He said with a shakiness in his voice. I could smell whiskey coming from
breath as he spoke. I pull away and look directly at his reddened eyes and
say

"You OK?"

"Yea, I'm fine. Let's get your stuff and go inside."

We grab my things and enter the emptiness of the house.  As I enter I see
the place is a mess.

"What the fuck happened here?"

I ask in a stern voice like a parent to a child. His reply was

"Well, Brian. it has been rough for me as well. I'm busting my ass to keep
this place going and no one to help me clean it up. I do what I can when I
can."

"Let me put my stuff in my room and you go and hit the shower. You look
like shit. I'll get started somewhere. Is the kitchen a mess too?"

"No, that's at least presentable."

He states in a sarcastic manner.

"There's beer in the frig and some whiskey on the counter. Help
yourself. I'll see you in a little while."

As I bring my stuff to my room, nothing has been changed. Just the way it
was when I left. I stop myself and do not ponder over the past.  I grab a
beer, down it, and open another one. I fix the living room and den up as
much as possible. Actually it's not all that bad. I have a tendency of over
reacting sometimes. About and hour or so later, Alex come down from his
cleansing.

"Wow! What a shower can do for some people."

I say jokingly.

"Well, being your a mess as well from cleaning, hop in the shower and we'll
worry about eating later. You know where everything is."

He says while wearing nothing but a towel. He still looks good and I had a
chance to see his bulge. It looked nice from where I was standing. He heads
upstairs and I finish my 4th beer. At this point I am feeling alot
better. I was getting a good buzz going and knew this was going to be an
interesting weekend.

As I finished my shower I smelled an odor that I had smelled before. I
toweled off and put my shorts on to find Alex smoking a joint.

"What are you doing Alex?"

"I am smoking a joint what does it look like."

I was amazed at his reaction. Not that I have a problem with it, I smoke
myself.

"You want a hit?" he asked.

"Sure why not. I have nothing to hide."  So there we are the two of us
sitting there in the kitchen toking up. It was amazing. Getting high with
Alex seemed to be natural. We spoke about all the stuff that went on with
mom and felt even more bad for him then ever. We had a few beers and some
whiskey shots. Then, Alex started crying. I had never seen him upset or
angry. My heart went out to him. I got up from my stool and went around
behind him and put my arms around him. We embraced for a few minutes. I
just kept on rubbing his hairy arms slower and slower to ease him down a
little. He breaks from my embrace and turns and hugs me back face to
face. Feeling his hairy body up against mine felt so natural. My hands
rubbed his hairy back in an up and down circular motion. I could feel that
our bodies were moving closer and closer.

As we break from our embrace I could see that he was somewhat turned on. I
did not know what to do. His sweats were very revealing. He looked down
then back at me and said

"I'm sorry Brian. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I haven't had a hug like
that in a very long time. It felt very, very good. Lately, the breeze gets
me excited."

I did not know what to say. I just looked at him with of easiness.

"That's OK Alex." Here it goes. "Alex, I have a confession to make."

"Oh no. Hold on. I think we may need a shot for this."

He pours two shots and we drink them.

"Go ahead. What is it?" he groans.

"Alex, umm, well, it's like this."

"Spit it out. What?!"

"I'm gay. There I have said it." I say waiting for the shit to fly.

"Is that all? I thought it was something big." he laughs.

"I have always known Brian and I love you even more for telling me. I have
a confession too."

"God are you gay too?" I say questionably.

"No, I am not gay, but I love you. Not in a son way, but in a romantic
way. I have watched you for along time. Seeing you become a man was the
biggest thrill for me. Having you here is what I have needed for a long
time. I love you and want to take care of you and spend the rest of my life
with you."

"But Alex, you're my stepfather. That would be wrong."

"I don't care and I know you feel the same. You always have."

"Did mom know?"

"Not at all."

"Alex, I don't know, I just ..."

With that he comes closer to me and puts his arms around me and kisses
me. A long deep kiss. My world is spinning. I feel myself getting turned on
by this. I think to myself do I stop and leave or do I give in to
temptation. I return his kiss. Our mouths open and tongues flicking. I feel
his hands moving and roaming my body. I have often wondered what it would
be like to be with a man. Alex would be my first. As I start to explore his
body, he steps out of his sweats. I stand back to admire this wonderful
man. He does have a good body and his cock is perfect. Not to big and
definitely not small at all. His balls are the size of lemons and they are
clean shaven. My cock is at full attention. He reaches for my waistband.  I
hesitate.

"What's the matter?" he says in a gentle voice.

"Nothing, I'm just nervous that's all."

"Don't be son."

Son? He has never called me that. This makes me feel even more welcomed
than ever. I remove my hands and my shorts drop to the floor. We stand
there for a minute or so admiring each others body. He is one fine man.

I mutter to him "You are my first."

"Really!?" he exclaims.

My replay was "Yes, and I have no idea what to do."

"Don't worry. Everything will be all right. I would never hurt you."

With that he reaches for my cock and starts to stroke it. My eyes close and
I let out a moan of relief. No one has ever touched me there before. It was
like a ton of electricity shot through my body. Then I feel a different
sensation. As I open my eyes and look down I see Alex on his knees sucking
my cock. I let out a gasp.

"Easy Brian. Shhh. It's OK. You'll like this."

He starts to slide his mouth up and down my cock shaft while kneading my
ass. I feel my cheeks start to spread apart. I do not hesitate. He turns me
around and starts to lick my asshole. I had never, ever done that before
and it felt good. Real good. My moans become louder and louder. I feel his
tongue penetrating my spasming hole.

I stop him and tell him I want to try it.

I drop to my knees and admire his cock. I had never seen one that up close
before nor smelled one before. It was beautiful. Very clean, very veiny. I
could feel the blood pumping through it. I put my mouth on his pulsing cock
and grab his low hanging balls. They feel so smooth. He helps me work his
cock. He grabs my head and moves it back and forth. Slowly he glides
himself in and out of my mouth. I want more. I try to take it all the way
but being inexperienced proves me wrong. I gag.

"Easy there Bri, you don't want to choke."

I bring my face to his balls. I lick them and suck on each one as if they
were a piece of candy.  My hands are working on his butt. Feeling that
hairy ass was driving me crazy. Do I dare to go further? I take my finger
and start to play with his asshole. I hear a big grunting moan coming from
him.

"Boy, you are working magic on me. Oh Yea. MMMMM. Thats feels so good."

I continue my initiation of male sexual pleasure when he says to me

"I want you. Lets go to the living room."

He helps me up and takes me by the hand. All this is happening so fast I
start to get light-headed. He takes a firm grip of me and says "I got ya."
and kisses me again. This time more ravenous than ever. There we lay on the
living room floor. I am on my back and he starts to eat my ass again. This
time he uses a finger to enter where no one has ever entered before. I
wriggle with the movement of someone with a spasmodic disorder. My body is
getting a new lesson, one which was very enjoyable. Then a second finger
goes in. I feel him playing around inside me.

"Yea, we have a juicer here."

and he goes back down on me. This is all to much for me to take. He pulls
his fingers out and starts to move closer. I could feel His cock head at my
asshole.

"I have never done this before ." I say sheepishly.

" Don't worry. I will take it very easy. If you do not like it I will
stop. All you have to do is say so. I would never ever hurt you."

His eyes and expression say it all. He wouldn't hurt me and I knew that. I
felt his cock head trying to push through my virgin asshole. I winced on
the first try. "I'll be right back." he states.

As I lay there waiting for him to come back I start to wonder what am I
doing. This is my mother's husband. How could I do this. I also remember
she split. The two best things that ever happened in her life. While I am
contemplating about her, Alex comes back.

"This should make it easier. It's lube. It makes it easier to get
inside. If you do not want to, just let me know."

I answer to him "We'll try it and see. I have never had anyone there
before. Please, please be gentle Alex."

"I will. I promise. I won't hurt you."

He positions himself at my entrance. He puts some lube in and on my
puckering hole. He starts very very slow. Little by little he starts to
work his way in. Getting his head of his throbbing cock was the hardest.

"Ow, it hurts." I react.

With such gentleness, he makes it pass. My mind is a blank. My body
tightens up around his cock head. He stays there for a moment. I feel his
cock pulsing. As he tries to work himself in me, I start to get into his
movements. Slowly, he enters me all the way. We start to move in sync
together. I feel like the bell the strongman has to hit. Our eyes are fixed
at one another. We had reached the point of no return. Sweat is dripping
from his hairy body. The smell is over powering. Two men, family, locked
with one another. He is so gentle. I feel him going deep inside me and the
withdraw then back inside. We start to move faster and faster. My moans are
getting louder and louder. Alex starts to pump harder and faster. With each
thrust, my body meets him without hesitation.

"Oh yea boy. You are all mine. You like this don't you."

"Oh yes. mmmm. More. I want you Alex. Give it to me all."

"Shit boy. Youre gonna make me cum. You want me to cum?"

"I want to feel it. I want to know what it's like."

I say hopingly.

"All right boy, I'm gonna cum boy, I'm gonna cum boy."

he says as he drives me faster and faster. I feel my balls starting to
churn that young man's cum. Alex is fucking me faster and harder. His
grunts get stronger, more intense.

"Oh shit boy, here it cums, here it cums, here it
ccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmsssssssssss. mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm. yea
boy thats it. milk this cock dry."

My body is uncontrollable.Feeling his cum splash inside me drove me
crazy. I drain his cock in my ass. Alex keeps on thrusting one after
another. He grabs my cock and starts to jerk it. He pulls out and goes down
on my asshole.

"MMMMMM. MMMMMMMM. Sweet juice boy. Sweet juice."

He sucks on my ass and jerks me faster and faster.  "Oh God, I'm
GGGGOOONNNNAAAAAA shoot."

I feel his mouth cover my cock as I shoot my load. As my cock drains it's
cum, Alex sucks it all up.

"MMM. Sweet young thing. Fresh milk."

Alex drinks up my remaining droplets and starts to finger me. My hole is
dripping with his cum.

"Oh Brian." he says "You have made me the happiest man in the world. Don't
ever leave. I'll take care of you. You can go to college here."

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

We hold on to each other as if the world was coming to an end. We kiss and
hug and play with each others cock for a short while. We get up and my body
is sore. Alex takes out 2 more beers and pours 2 more shots. We toast and
drink. He lights up a joint, takes a toke.

I take a hit and when I pass it back I say " I love, dad."

He looks at me and his eyes fill up.

"I love you, too. Son."