Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2021 20:38:34 -0500 From: seph 1212 Subject: My Stepdad's Dick Disclaimer: If you live in a jurisdiction where reading sexually explicit and homosexual material is prohibited by law due to your age or any other reason, leave this page and go play Pokemon. In the 8th Grade there was a rumor going around that some girl had sucked Tommy Dominguez off on the basketball court. Of course all the guys were trying to figure out who the girl was. I suppose they wanted to be her next, but I started to think about Tommy. Over the past year I realized that guys were attracting my eye more than the girls were. I'm a horn dog and have been messing around with girls, and gotten some blowjobs...and more...and had a reputation as a flirt. But I guess they just weren't turning me on as much as the guys were starting to. As for Tommy, he was in my English class, but I didn't know much about him. He was quiet and seemed like a serious student...so I started checking him out...and he was a hottie. I don't know why it took this rumor for me to really notice him. Maybe it was because he was so quiet. He was similar to my 5'10" height and active build...maybe a little taller. He had shaggy black hair, and had a jumpstart on the rest of us guys with a scruffy mustache and goatee. I couldn't miss noticing his large hands and nice butt. Also because of his seriousness, he had a mysterious quality to him...it made him sexier. Even though I'm pretty outgoing, I suddenly felt like a shy doofus around him, and I'd just smile and say "hey" when we passed each other. "Hey," and a sexy smile was his response. My home life is good. I'm an only child, my father's out of my life, and my mom remarried a several years ago. She's a sweetheart, and my stepdad's a pretty good guy. During the week he worked hard, and on weekends we'd always do something...teach me how to fix things, have people over for grilling, go four wheeling, whatever. Also about a year ago, I started noticing him too. It felt weird to check out my stepdad, but he was kind of a stud. In cargo shorts and a T, he looked pretty good in his late 30s. When the t-shit came off, it was even better. I guess I'd describe his build as sturdy, with a strong chest, back, arms, butt and legs overlaid with some healthy padding. He also had short, dark hair, beard, and hair across his pecs followed by a trail disappearing under his waistband. Coming out the other end of his shorts were furry legs. I wouldn't mind growing up to have a build like that. Maybe I could the body, but while the sun makes me very tan, it also makes me very blond...and it's always sunny. After school I often hung out with buddies unless I had a ton of homework. This day Zach, and the rest, we were going to go to Papa Jay's to get a slice of pizza and play arcade games. Regardless, I always stopped home first to drop off my stuff and rub one...or two...out. Everyday, watching that clock hand slowly count down to 3:00 drove me crazy. I needed to get relief. I biked home in a bit of a sweat...it was April, already a hot day...and David's truck was in the carport. Ugh...I wasn't used to him being home. He'd been injured at work and was laid up for a bit. I felt bad for him, because I knew he was going nuts being home and doing nothing. But I also felt bad for myself, because I was used to having the house to myself for a few hours, maybe for having friends over, listening to music as loud as I wanted to, but mostly for some "me time". I dropped off my backpack in the living room and went in the family room to say hi. The room was usually kind of low light because of the cedar lined walls, and the two sliding glass doors that opened out to the back yard were shaded by a covered patio. Besides a fireplace, bar, and table for playing cards & games, there was a big sectional, a couple comfy chairs, stereo system, and TV. I was my preferred place for me time when I had the house to myself. Well...there was David, buck naked and draped across the sectional. His right leg...in a cast...was on the sofa and left foot was on the floor. His right arm...also in a cast...was kind of over his head and his left hand was wrapped around his dick. The TV was playing a movie on a channel that I don't have the passcode to. Although I'm not gonna lie, I've watched some of those movies even though they were scrambled...for a glimpse of something...anything. He looked up at me and said, "Hey," and looked back at the TV. I was a little shocked. I mean, I would have been shocked to have been found like that, but his attitude was like, whatever. I walked around him, kicked off my flip-flops, dropped my shorts to my ankles, sat in the easy chair near him, and started stroking my rapidly hardening dick too. I guess I figured if he could be in the family room jerking off without a care, so could I. Beating off was one of the reasons I stopped home after all. I watched the movie. It was a couple having missionary sex in some tropical location. The guy's butt attracted my attention as it was flexing with every stroke. I spit some more in my palm, and continued with watching the move, but I also started looking sideways to see what David was doing. I no longer had to guess what was under his shorts between the treasure trail and furry legs. His trail ended in a dark bush and a really fat cock. Now that shocked me. I've mostly only had other guys in the locker room to compare with. I'm doing pretty good for myself and thought I was thick for my age, but shit. Like me, he was stroking. He was so sexy, and my dick was drooling precum. I began looking at the TV less and more at him. I was pretty worked up when he noticed me checking him out. "Hey, come here a minute." My attention snapped back to the TV. My thoughts raced. What the hell did he mean by that? Ignoring him seemed like I'd be playing stupid, and I thought I had only two options. I could say "what the fuck", leave and finish myself off in my bedroom...or I could go there for "a minute". I definitely wanted to go there. So with a pit in my stomach I stood up. My 7 incher...yes I measure it...was sticking out ramrod straight, with pre jizz dangling off the slit. I took a couple steps towards him. He looked at my dick and had a sly smile on his face as if to say, "busted". Then we both looked down at his hard dick, and he was lazily sliding the foreskin up and down over the head with his thumb and forefinger. There was a collection of pre cum. He rubbed his thumb over it, brought it up to his mouth, and licked it. Jesus. We made eye contact again, then both looked down at his dick and he shook it in my direction. We made eye contact again, and against any rational judgment I walked over and lowered myself down to my knees between the sofa and his one foot on the floor. He widened his legs a little. Now I got a really good look at him...what's been hidden in those shorts. His dick was a little longer than mine, but I couldn't get over the thickness. The base and middle were thick, it tapered down to a head, and curved a little up towards him. Like I said, it was a hot day and his body had a sheen on it. I was sweaty too. His sack was hanging low and his nuts were resting on the couch between his furry legs. He took his hand off his dick and nodded at me. I looked at his dick, then took it in my hand. Damn, it was thick and very warm. Like he had done, I slowly slid the foreskin up and down over the head. He closed his eyes, his chest expanded and contracted, and more pre cum came out. I brought my face closer to his crotch. The heat radiating from him was strong...then the light scent of musk. When it hit my nose, I inhaled. Something was happening to my brain. I'd never been on my knees with my face in a man's crotch before...his dick in my hand. It all seamed pretty gross. A dick in my mouth? No way. But my excitement overruled any thinking. I leaned down and licked his sack...I guess because I REALLY like having mine licked, but what the hell was I doing licking another man's balls? One nut contracted up and released back down. His sack was warm, salty, and I inhaled again. His chest expanded and released. I continued licking his balls. I liked it. Unlike the rest of his crotch, they were smooth. I knew he liked it too, but I'd forgotten to keep stoking his cock, and he reminded me by taking my hand and putting it back on his dick. I really stuck my nose into him and inhaled. The spit I'd been slathering on him ended up on my face. He let out a low rumble. Slowly, I licked up his shaft. God it was thick. I looked at it. Pre cum was rolling out of his slit. Again, I thought I couldn't go through with sucking dick, but it was now or never. I stuck my tongue out and licked up some pre from the tip...his cock twitched. It tasted like mine, but saltier. He adjusted his body so he could spread his legs even wider. I put one hand on his strong, furry thighs and my mouth over the head, and with my lips I pulled up his foreskin and all of the precum under it came into my mouth. It was actually good...slippery. I looked up at him. His head was rolled back, casted arm over his head, with thick, dark armpit hair. Something was really happening to my brain. I took a couple inches of him into my mouth. It wasn't gross at all. He rested his hand on my head...in an encouraging sort of way. When he did that, all on its own, my dick throbbed, twitched, and erupted all over the side of the sofa. Unfazed, I went further down on him, and as I did my mouth opened more to accommodate his widening shaft. I was staring right at his pubes, If I went any further, I'd have to close my eyes. I think he was halfway in, and his dick was really hard and soft at the same time. I didn't think a dick would feel like that...I really didn't know what it would feel like. He slowly rocked his hips, and his dick slid up and down in my mouth. He rested his butt back down and I took over and sucked him. He began pumping again...going further, then further in until his cock head was knocking at the entrance to my throat. I gagged and pulled back a little. There was no way. I took over the sucking, but I really wanted to see if I could deep throat him. I took as much in as I could...his cock head again pressing at my throat. I gagged. My throat would not budge so I continued the sucking. He was totally stuffing my mouth. I looked up and he was watching my mouth going up and down on him. When our eyes met, he gave me a devilish grin. We continued this for a while...it was definitely a LOT longer than "a minute"...me licking his shaft and under his foreskin, sucking him, or him pumping my mouth. Then he began to pick up pace...pumping my mouth. I grabbed onto his hips and then butt when he pumped. It was firm, furry, and flexed with each pump. I returned the enthusiasm with my sucking. His cock was getting harder and thicker than ever. It was almost too much...he was leaking precum like crazy too. I was swallowing it...getting ready for what I knew was coming. We continued the pumping, sucking, leaking, swallowing...and sweating. His breathing came faster, his stomach was buckling, and his balls were drawing up. I thought I knew what was coming... ...but suddenly, he got really aggressive. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pushed my head down on his cock. He was strong and pushed me down further, while his pelvis thrust upwards hard. Not only had he broken through my throat, he must have pushed in a few inches. My nose was pressed firmly into his pubes. I was gagging, and couldn't breathe. I tried to lift my head off him and push away, but he held my head tightly right where he wanted it...with his cock buried in my throat. The underside of his dick was pulsating and his eruption caused me to choke. He growled deeply. Some of his sperm must have went into my sinuses because I could smell it. I was still struggling to get free...get his dick out of my throat, but he was grabbing my hair tightly, pushing down with strength, and his hips thrust again...hard...timed with another blast of jizz. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, I was choking, and I thought I was going to pass out. That didn't happen, thankfully because he loosened his grip a little bit so his cock left my throat and was just in my mouth. I tried to cough, but really couldn't because my mouth was stuffed with his fat dick. Pulse after pulse filled my mouth with warm, thick batter...salty and musky. He was growling with a low, deep rumble and breathing hard with each pulse. My mouth couldn't handle everything he was feeding me, and it was leaking out of the corners of my lips. He was still holding my head firmly enough to keep me from pulling off his cock, so I did the only thing I could do...I swallowed and swallowed his load. I was trembling because of the ordeal of it all, and also because I was beginning to cum again. Wave after wave rolled through my body. My aching nuts tightened and my painfully hard dick began shooting blast after blast all over his furry leg. I don't think I'd ever had such and intense orgasm in my life. He had released everything he had, and I pulled off him and we caught our breath...me coughing too. He looked at me. I must have looked dazed and confused...with slobber coming out of my mouth. Gently, he again pulled my head back down. I opened my mouth to take his fat dick and he rocked it back and forth. I took over and lightly sucked him. My tongue brushed his head and he pulled back a little, so I concentrated my tongue on his shaft. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he looked so satisfied. Soon, he was getting soft, and the head had retreated into folds of skin. Wobbly, I stood up. Taking in everything that had just happened...I looked up and down at his sexy body...and there was that sly smile again. I went off to my bedroom...with my shorts and underwear still in a pile in front of the chair...and heard him say, "Hey Erik...thanks." I got to my room and shut the door. His jizz was so thick, that I hadn't been able swallow it all, and my mouth was still coated with it. It really wasn't gross after all. I liked the smell, taste, texture and rolled my tongue around in my mouth. My cock wouldn't deflate. I spit in my palm and went back to flogging it...even though I'd cum minutes ago. I licked around my mouth swallowing all of David's salty, musky goo...and exploded. I was exhausted and forgot about the plans I'd made with friends. A couple hours later I awoke startled to hear a knock on my door. "Erik, dinner's ready." "Okay mom, I'll be there in a minute." Shit, I had passed out on my bed. My t-shirt was pulled up over my head, and I was otherwise naked...with my hand and stomach covered with my dried jizz. My throat and jaw were really sore. My God, I had actually sucked MY STEPDAD'S DICK...and I liked it. I switched shirts, threw on some boxers and shorts, and went to the bathroom to wash up. I looked in the mirror. I was disheveled and there was some dried cum on my cheek. I scraped it off with my thumbnail and tasted it. David. That night mom had made the creamy crock-pot chicken with dumplings I like, but I really couldn't enjoy it. Mom was talkative, asking us about our days, but David and I were quiet...it was awkward. After a bit, I excused myself, told her dinner was great, and went for a bike ride to get some fresh air. The next day I caught hell from my friends for ditching them...I certainly couldn't tell them why. So, I made up some lame excuse and promised I'd meet up with them at Papa Jay's after I stopped home real quick. Of course, David's truck was still in the carport. I entered and started walking towards the hall to my room. David had heard me come in, and from the family room he called, "Hey, come here a minute." I suddenly got a pit in my stomach all over again. I don't know if it was because of excitement or dread. He was on the same sectional, in a t-shirt and shorts, reading the newspaper as best he could with one functioning arm. He looked at me and said, "So yesterday...let's just say that never happened, forget about it, and go on without any awkwardness. Okay?" He gave me a reassuring smile. "Yeah okay." I said, "You're right." I went to my room, shut the door, and beat off furiously recalling the wild blowjob and him shooting his huge load in my mouth. I couldn't forget about it...at not least for just one more wank...and I came hard. He was right though. I felt relieved that he had cleared the air. We had a good relationship that I didn't want getting wrecked. I soon put it out of my mind and only thought about him as a father. In any case, I had others to think about...I licked my own sticky jizz from my hand, and thought about Tommy Dominguez' load...and how to seduce the pants off his nice butt. Unanswered questions: 1. David had to know I'd find him when I came home from school. Was he being reckless or had he planned on seducing me? 2. I wonder if David had messed around with some buddies in his day. Did they suck him? Had he sucked them?