Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2017 21:14:16 -0600
From: Billie Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Moms Boyfriend

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truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
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I was 14 when my Mom started really dating again. After my real Dad went to
prison for embezzlement, Mom just didn't trust anyone right away. At least,
not for the first couple years.

At some point, she quit her job at the gas station, and took a job at a
local bar down the block. She would come home sometimes at 2 or 3am, mostly
liquored up. Almost every night, I would wake up to her stumbling through
the house. I always made sure she got to bed, and then I slept until
school.

Mom's job was from 8pm to 2am, so I got used to eating a quick dinner with
her. We would talk about my day, and then she would kiss my forehead and
remind me not to use the stove while she was gone. I always thought that
was silly, because I was 14! I know how to use a stove. I was 5'7 already,
and I knew how to cook from school. I was kind of skinny for my height, but
that really helped with baseball. I was pretty good too. Compared to the
guys in the locker room, I was pretty normal, in all areas. I noticed I was
pretty much average in the cock department, being cut like most of my
buddies. IN fact, on our team, only the coach was uncut, and he had a thick
one! I hope I got to be as big as him someday.

One night, as usual, I heard the keys jingle in the lock. Mom walked in,
and she was giggling. That wasn't something she normally did; usually she
tried really hard to be quiet. When I would greet her, it was always, 'Oh
baby, go to bed, Mommy's all right...' - but she was never ok. I always
made sure she got to bed.

This time, when I came out of my room, the living room lights were on, and
a man was walking her over to the couch. "Oh, Jason, you're so funny. I
told you I could have gotten home... but I'm glad you're here..." she said.

Apparently, Jason was the new man in my house. I watched as he set her
gently to the couch, then turned to close the door. "Sharon, someone's got
to make sure a pretty woman like you gets home safe,"

When the door was locked, 'Jason' turned back to her. he looked over,
seeing me. I was not sure what to do; he was clearly helping her, like I
did. "Oh, hey there buddy - this your kid Shar?"

He walked over to me, stumbling a bit himself. It seemed he was a bit drunk
too. "Hey kiddo, I'm Jason. Just gonna get your mom here settled in for the
night. You can go back to bed, kay, sport?"

I backed up against my door as he walked toward, me, and I felt his arm on
my shoulder. He smelled like alcohol too, and I didn't want to argue. "Oh,
sweetie - Jason, is that Dade? Dade, honey, Mommy is ok. Head to bed.
You've got school..."

I didn't say a word; I let Jason turn me back towards the door. "Go on,
pretty little man, get to bed. Your Ma, and I will be good."

I went back to bed, and listened to them talk. Mom giggled and Jason was
talking low. They shuffled through the kitchen, and into my Mom's bedroom.
The last I heard was the door close.

I took my jogging pants off and got back into bed, only my boxers and a
sheet to cover me. It was August, and still warm at night. With a low spin
on the fan, I fell asleep quick.

The sound of the water running outside my door woke me up immediately.
Looking over at the clock, only 20 minutes had passed. I heard some
shuffling, and realized that someone was in the kitchen. I opened my door,
and saw Jason, struggling to find a glass. He was facing the sink, both
hands now holding himself in place, as the water ran. It was dark at 330am,
but there was always a light on above the sink. I could see that he was
just in his underwear. His shoulders flexed as he waited for the water in
the tap to get cool, and when he turned, I saw him fully. His body was
tight, and he had good muscles. His abs were flat, and he had a very nice
bulge in front. i felt my face got hot, as he saw me.

"Ohhhh, hey Dadey-boy..." he slurred. He turned the water off, and shuffled
toward me. my back felt the edge of the door frame as he got close. His arm
when above me, using the same frame as a support.

"You know," he sputtered, "Your Mom kinda promised me some things,
tonight."

His hand reached to me, and I closed my eyes as he stroked my blonde
hair. I had let it grow over the summer, and it was now about to my
shoulders. "You're, you know, kinda pretty, boy.." he whispered.

His body leaned into me, and I could feel his abs on my chest. Still
stroking my hair, the other hand slid down his chest, reaching to his
bulge. He gave it a couple of squeezes.

"So, Dade," his words were coating with liquor, and I could feel his hot
breath in my ear. "I bought your Mom dinner, drinks, took her out dancing,
and even got a cab here.. she made some promises..."

I gulped. I wasn't stupid. He was gonna make me pay for Mom's night. "But,
Jason... I'm not..."

He covered my mouth. "No, I know. Neither of us are homos. I just can't get
to sleep until he's done-" he grabbed his crotch again, "-And you are the
only one awake. Unless you want me to go to your Mom and-"

"No," I said. I didn't want him to do anything to my Mom if she was passed
out. I shook the thought form my head, and went back into my room. Jason
followed, closing the door behind us.

He pulled off the underwear he was wearing, and put his hands on my
shoulders. I knew the part of the porno, so I let myself go to my knees.

Now, part of me was thrilled. I've been watching porn for a little while
now, and I pretty much knew I was gay. I only liked the guys, and I always
loved the part where the guy gets cum on his face. Maybe I was convincing
myself, but here I was.

"Just watch the teeth, and let me do the work." I opened my mouth and he
slid in. His cock was rock hard, and had a curve up. His hips began to rock
back and forth, and I felt the tip go deeper and deeper with each thrust.
His hands held my head in place, and I began to gag. He pulled back
immediately, but then slid back in.

"Watch the teeth," he reminded me. I tried to, but his curve was too much;
he was too big. He winced a couple more times, then pulled out.

I gasped and fell back, my body now able to breathe. My own cock had gotten
hard, and I tried to quickly adjust it. He noticed.

"Ahh, haha, Dade likes it!" he pronounced. He stumbled back a bit, grabbing
his cock with his fist. In the light of the window, I could see just how
big he was. With his hand wrapped around it, he still had about 2" sticking
out. Later, I'd learn that it was about 7".

"We're gonna have to try something else, your teeth are too much." I tried
to apologize, but he covered my mouth again. "No, shhh...I know what we can
do."

He spied some lotion by my bed. "Jerk off much, buddy?" he laughed. Yes, I
did, that was my lube.

He stood me up by taking his hands under my arms. I was like putty in his
hands. He twisted my body, and pushed me down. Now on my stomach, he yanked
at the fabric of my underwear.

"Get those off," he ordered. I stayed face down and slid them off my body.
I felt his body get on top of me, his chest on my shoulders, his arms by
mine. We were lined up. He whispered, "You're so pretty; I really need
this."

I felt his breathe at my neck, and the weight of his body, as he reached
down to the bottle of lotion. His dick, which I didn't feel yet, had been
between my legs. he arched up, and the cold lotion slid across my ass. He
arched his hips, and that's when I felt it. HIs dick, now flat against his
stomach, had found its way between my ass cheeks. I Slammed my eyes shut as
I felt the confusing sensations.

His body on me felt strange. ON the one hand, it felt very secure and safe
to have him on top of me. His warmth and touch were soft, and strong. As he
slid himself between me, his 7" of steel made my cock even harder against
the mattress. Just as I was starting to get into it, his hand came up to my
face. "Ok, dude.. I can't wait no more... I need to get off."

I felt panic set in, as he pulled back. His knees locked against me; I
couldn't move my legs. "Dade, this is gonna hurt at first. I mean, I know
it will. What you need to do is just push out, like you're gonna shit."

He re-covered my mouth, and I felt him begin to push. My eyes went wide,
and I began to scream. I could feel my ass ripping as he pushed. His cock
stretched against my hole, and I couldn't stand it. His cock, now just
barely in my hole, remained still. My screams, muffled from his hand,
couldn't escape. The pain was unbearable, and the tears slid down my
face. "I know, I know, just relax, get used to it." he said.

His other hand, once guiding his cock, now reached forward and held my
frantic arms in place. He was still pushing slowly, and I could feel the
burning as he filled my hole. Inch by inch, he didn't' stop, until he got
all the way in. I felt the hair of his balls against my own, and my eyes
stung from the tears. His chest fell on my shoulders, and his hands
loosened. I had stopped screaming, but I couldn't stop crying. It was a
pain I'd never felt.

"You are, SO tight," he kept saying. His chest relaxed on me, and I felt
the full weight of his body. I could barely breathe with him on me, and
every thrust of his hips made me gasp. His hips slid back and forth, and
started to get faster. "I'm getting close, buddy. Give you my load soon."

His pumping got harder, and my bed started to squeak. My pillow had
absorbed my tears, and I looked over at the clock. It was only 345am. "Oh,
yeah, buddy.... Oh, yeah...."

He started to breathe heavy, and his strong arms surrounded my body. The
pain, now only sharp when he pushed in deep, was starting to subside. My
own hips were being pushed to the bed, and I could feel the friction
against my cock. Was I? I Was.. getting close myself. I clamped my eyes
shut, and gripped his arms, wrapped around me tight.

"Yeah, fuck, stud... Yeah... take it..." He pumped faster, and my holding
him seemed to get him closer. I felt him tighten, his whole body from arms
to legs, locking in place. His cocked pulsed, 1, 2, 3, 4, times inside me,
and my own cock reacted. I couldn't moan, the feeling was so great. My
whole body pushed back on his cock, and my own cum squirted into the fitted
sheet, now mixed with a layer of sweat.

HIs body relaxed and collapsed on me, and I couldn't move. I felt my ass
begin to clamp down, and each time, I heard him squeak, and flinch. With no
warning, he pulled his softening cock out of me; I felt like he had pulled
my liver with him. I gasped from the sensation, and my body curled as he
lifted up.

"Just what I needed, buddy." He slapped my butt, walking back to the
kitchen. I turned to watch him. He took a few paper towels and wiped the
sweat off his chest. He slid down, wiping his cock as well. He opened the
towel, then shook his head. "Fuck," he said.

"Where's the shower, dude?" he whispered. I pointed to the door behind him,
and heard him turn on the water. When he was under the spray, I walked out
to the kitchen myself. I could feel the lotion between my legs, and I
needed to wipe up. Using some more paper towels, I noticed that there was
some red mixed in. I felt around, and realized that I had bled a bit.
Thankfully, it didn't hurt in that way, so I crawled back in bed.

I didn't go to school that morning; in fact, I slept very sound. When I
woke up, Mom and Jason were at the table, eating some eggs and bacon. They
both looked at me. I had put on some jogging pants, but no underwear. My
butt as sore.

"Well, skipping school, now, are we?" Mom said. she smiled a bit. "Oh
honey, it's ok. Jason told me what you did for him last night, so you
deserve a little slack."

MY body went numb, and I felt the blood from my face leave. He TOLD her?

Reading my mind, Jason added, "Yeah, Shar - He was so helpful. Made sure
you and I got to bed, got me some water, even helped my find the shower,"
he winked, "I think I may have scared him though, coming out of your room
all naked and all. But he was very helpful."

I smiled. I was still confused about what I felt, but I knew that I liked
it.

Mom and Jason broke up shortly after that, and I never really saw him
again. After high school, I started working at the local grocery, and one
time, he came through in my line. I nodded to him, and he smiled, but he
was there with a girl. When he handed me his credit card to pay, he tilted
his head to nod at his girlfriend, and leaned in. He whispered, "Your ass
is tighter."

I gave him the receipt and he left. That night, I asked my boyfriend to
fuck me. He looked at me funny. "Yea, for once, I want it. Shut up, before
I change my mind." He smiled, and pulled out the KY. "First time for
everything, I guess." he said.

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