Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2020 22:10:03 -0500 From: Naked Guy Subject: Seduced byMy Step-dad Pt 5 Seduced by My Step-dad Pt 5 Please don't forget to donate to nifty.org to keep these stories going! - - - The next few days were frustrating after my grandmother arrived. She planned to spend two weeks with us. Every time that Andrew and I worked out, my grandma sat on her bed reading a magazine or her bible. Sitting on her bed, she had a direct view of us. I got tired of it by Thursday. After she went to bed and mom was on the phone with Sherry, I tried to speak with him discreetly. "Why don't we just close the door and say we don't want to disturb her?" I asked. "She's your grandmother, dude! Have some respect." "Well I know you're horny too!" I protested. "But I guess you can fuck mom any time you want." "Shh! Tone it down, chief. Follow me outside now." I followed him through the back porch. He moved in his usual cocky strut. He turned around fast and grabbed me by the arm. "Look man, I can bury the bone with your mama any time I want! Don't be a jealous little bitch. I get it--you go into heat ever every time you look over at daddy's big dick! You're gonna have to celebrate `PALM Sunday' in your room until we ride this one out. Got it, chief?" "Palm Sunday?" I asked confused. You ain't satisfied with just boxing the one-eyed champ anymore huh?" "What?" I asked. "You know--jerkin' the gherkin...polishing the banister alone!" "Oh," I laughed. "You meant jacking off? Yeah, I like it better with you fucking me...or me sucking you off! Beating off alone isn't as fun!" "Ah, my boy's addicted to his daddy's cock now? He slapped me roughly on my ass. My face flushed hot. "It's mutual buddy. I can drill your mom's pussy like a jackhammer, but I don't enjoy it like I do when I'm punching the starfish with you!" In the dark of the backyard, he pulled me to the side of the house and laid a wet and deep tongue-kiss on me. "I'd rape you right here if your mother wouldn't come looking for us. We better get back inside. Promise me you won't go beating off until we can get it on again. I want to you full of cum and horny as shit the next time I dick you!" He licked the side of my face and walked away. I had an erection from hell. I waited for him to go back into the house and I walked back into the covered patio/porch. I turned to look at the dark backyard as I closed the glass door. The wind was blowing a hot breeze and lightning blinked silently in the clouds in the distance. I tried to think of something else. After my tented shorts deflated, I walked back inside. Grandma and mom were watching a rerun of In the Heat of the Night. Andrew politely sat with them with a beer in hand in his recliner. It was unusual to see him a shirt and khaki shorts instead of just flimsy shorts or a towel. It was probably a good thing because I wasn't able to check out his body. When he's in a towel, I always get hard. I went to my room and pulled off my shorts. I lay there naked on my bed in the dark and turned on some porn on my phone. This would be my test to see if I could watch it and not play with myself. I watched my favorite bookmarked videos of small "twinks" like me getting plowed by aggressive, strong men. Then I checked out new ones and discovered the lingo of "alpha top". That was us! I was a bottom who loved getting fucked by an "alpha" male. The thought of me being the submissive receiver was so sexy. I opened my photos on the phone and looked at the dozens I had taken secretly of Andrew. I had candid shots of him talking to mom. I had pictures of him doing guy stuff like checking under the hood of the truck, mowing the lawn, and playing poker with his buddies. I had close-ups of his penis, ass, feet, pecs, and his face. I took pics of his few tattoos on his upper arms. Viewing the collected works brought me to the realization that I was obsessed with this man. It was no small crush. I was nuts about him now! I started to rub my penis thinking of him fucking me for the first time in the garage during the storm. I stopped just before shooting my load. I took a deep breath and rolled over. All I could do was turn off the phone. I jumped when there was a knock at my door. "Hey babe, we're gonna start a game of dominos. You wanna play?" I'm not dressed mom. I'm just gonna chill and take a nap!" That was the distraction that I needed. My hard-on deflated at the threat of my mom opening the door. I looked down and on the sheet which I used to cover my dick and found a large wet spot from my precum. "Okay!" she said and was gone. I didn't know how I was going to survive without touching my dick! - - - A couple of nights dragged by with still no chance to fool around. I worked mid-day shifts at work and got home by sunset. Summers are long here and the sunlight doesn't fade until almost 9PM. I'd arrive at home, shower, eat leftovers from dinner, and then lay in my room fantasizing about sex and watching porn on my phone. Finally, on Thursday night, Andrew came to my room! It was an hour after grandma had said good night and mom and Andrew disappeared to their room. I lay on the couch watching reruns on the TV Land channel. I was about to doze off when Andrew slipped into the room. I had no chance to react when he sat on me and held my head. "Open your mouth!" I couldn't see in the dark with him blocking the TV. I naively opened my mouth and something gooey was squirted into my mouth. When I stuck my tongue out to stop it, he mashed something rubbery and pressed to my lips and rubbed it around. Then he put his mouth to ear and whispered. "I just fed you from my dirty rubber! I didn't have to use it, but your mama wasn't paying attention. She was too busy on all fours getting her pussy fucked good. Enjoy it, little stud! Daddy's fresh cum!" Then he lifted off and was got up. I saw him hurry out in just a towel. I grabbed the stinky smelling thing from my face. It was indeed a filthy, freshly filled condom!" I immediately pulled it off my face and tossed it on the floor. He had filled my mouth from something that had just been in my mom's pussy! I felt nauseous and wiped my face all over the sofa pillow behind me. I sat up in a panic and bumped the coffee table with my leg loudly. Despite the shock, I looked down and saw my penis tenting my shorts. "You okay in here, Christopher?" I froze when grandma spoke from the hallway. I grabbed the pillow from the floor and covered my lap. "Yeah Grandma, I just bumped the table." "You should turn a light on honey." "I know grandma." "Well goodnight sweetie." I heard the bathroom door close in the hallway. She'd gotten up to use the toilet. That had been close! I picked up the condom and took it my room. With only the light of my phone, I turned the condom inside out. I stuck it in my mouth to taste Andrew's jizz. It tasted like lubricant. I spat it out and shoved it under my mattress. I felt like a desperate fool. - - - On Friday morning, I got up and ate breakfast with my grandma. She cooked me pancakes and bacon. It was nice to spend some time alone with her before work. After I ate, I was really sleepy again, so I went back to bed to sleep for as long as I could. I had a crazy dream in which I was in a class at school and Andrew walked into the room carrying a sack lunch. He was wearing only a towel and flipflops. Everyone laughed at me as he told me that I forgot my lunch like a little baby. Then I realized I was naked and he was gone. I had to run out of the class humiliated. Then I am walking home naked down a busy street like it was totally normal and no one cared. My alarm clock on the phone shrieked me awake. I sat up and turned it off. I had to get ready and go to work for a late shift. I put on shorts, a t-shirt, and my shoes. As usual, I shoved my clean uniform into my backpack and walked to the garage to my bicycle. As I excited the garage, I saw Richie taking the trash out to the curb. "Hey there!" he said. "Yo!" I shouted. "Hey, let me run in and grab the toolbox your dad let me borrow!" I had no idea what he was talking about. I stood there holding the bike waiting for him. I needed to hurry, but I waited for him to come outside again. About thirty seconds later, he ran back out with a big tool box. "Tell your dad thank you. He's cool as hell! My dad's tools and stuff are in a storage unit and didn't get moved here yet. Man, there's all kind of shit to fix in the house. Your dad was a lifesaver!" "Yeah, yeah cool," I said coldly. "Just put it in the garage. I gotta shut it after you do that." "Okay!" He ran inside and dropped the box in the other side and hurried back out. I hit the remoted button on my keychain and garage door rolled shut. "Hey Chris, have a good one." "Yeah, as soon as I finish pedaling in the heat and working my ass off for minimum wage all night." He laughed and gave me a thumbs up. I was being sarcastic, but he thought I was just being witty. I drove down the street struggling to pedal uphill in the heat. I didn't like how Richie was going on and on about my "dad". When did they talk? I wasn't aware of any of this. Andrew never mentioned their interaction. As I blew through an intersection coasting downhill, a car ran a red light and nearly hit me! I tried to stop but skidded on the side of the road and rolled into a curb. I fell over on the bike and my foot got twisted under the bicycle. Like a dummy, I got up and tried to pedal the rest of the way to work. The further I got, my ankle hurt badly. I managed to drive the rest of the way anyway. Once I arrived at work, I went into a bathroom stall and changed into my work uniform. For the next few hours I was in agony. Every move I made caused my ankle to ache severely. On my break, the shift supervisor, Irving, came near the table where I was eating my meal. I had pulled off my shoe and sock to look at the injury. My ankle was swollen and was already purple and blue. "Holy hell! What happened dude?" I told him about the bike accident. He told me to I should go home. I pointed to my bike. Before I thought about calling Andrew to pick me up, he offered to drive me home. "We'll be alright tonight. We'll be a little short-handed at dinnertime, but we'll survive. You need to get that looked at! I'll put your bike in the back of my SUV and I'll drive you home." "Okay, thanks man!" I wanted to get home fast. Traffic was bad and we had to stop at every traffic light. The temperature was stifling and despite the AC being turned on in his SUV, I was sweating like crazy. I was covered in sweat in just a few minutes. The truck didn't start to cool well until the last two blocks of our ride. The garage door was open, so I got out and let Irving hand me the bike. As I walked it in, I heard two male voices. Inside the garage I found Andrew showing Richie how to operate a saw. Richie was all chatty and talked excitedly. Andrew had on a tank top and Richie a wifebeater. Their bare shoulders touched as Andrew leaned over to instruct him. They looked like real son and father. Andrew looked up when he saw me. "Hey partner! You're home early!" I wondered if that was a problem to him. I wasn't happy to see him spending time with Richie doing "guy" stuff. I didn't know any of that home repair or car shit guys talk about. I knew about sports only. How come he hadn't shown me how to do anything like that? "Yeah, a manager let me come home early because of this!" I pulled off my shoe and rolled up my pant leg. Andrew's eyebrow arched and he whistled. "What the hell, Christopher?" He came over to see me up close. Andrew had his hands on me affectionately and rubbed my swollen ankle. Richie looked uncomfortable as I stared back at him harshly. "Hey, I've gotta run. I'll catch up with you later." He emphasized the word "you". I didn't like that. I glared over my shoulder. I put my foot down and it hurt like a bitch. "Ouch!" I cringed. "Come on into the house man. Let's take care of that." He moved my arm around his waist and I leaned into him as we walked into the kitchen and to his bedroom. I didn't see mom anywhere. After we entered the bathroom, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a first aid kit. I jumped again when his hand touched my sensitive skin. I told him how I'd almost been hit by a car. "Did you get that asshole's license plate?" He talked in a protective and stern tone. He opened a tube of ointment and squirted it into his hands. Gently, he rubbed the medicine into my skin. He moved closer and pressed his nose into my sweaty hair. I got aroused from his touch. "I'm starving for you Chris. Just a sniff of you has got me worked up. I wanna rip your pants off and fuck you against this wall." I reached backwards and felt his dick through his shorts. The very second that I let go, mom walked into the bathroom. Her face immediately changed. "Oh my god! What happened to your foot, baby?" My ankle looked uglier now. I told her the story I'd told Andrew. Mom took over doctoring me and Andrew eased out of the room. I wondered if she had heard or had seen anything. After several minutes of her doting on me, my nerves eased. Mom planned to take off time in the morning to drive me to get an x-ray of my foot. Andrew told her he'd do it for her. I hoped that there was an alternative motive with the gesture. - - - I left their bedroom and went to my room to change into shorts. While the folks watched TV, I lay back with my foot elevated. I decided to call Garrett and tell him about my bicycle accident. "Hey cutie!" he told me. "Hey man!" "I can't wait to see you on the 4th. Maybe you can spend the night! Mom and dad's bedroom is downstairs and my sister is having girls stay over. I think no one will pay attention to us hitting the sack early and disappearing to my room! I can't wait for you to fuck me again, but I really want to eat your beautiful ass first!" I didn't tell him it wouldn't happen. I just enjoyed talking to him. He flattered me by talking about my body and telling how cute I was. "There's tons of guys walking around here at the beach but no one is finer than you. This long vacation is getting old. I just wanna be back home. I'm so nervous about going off to school alone." I couldn't relate about his impending adventure of going to college out of state. I was so intimidated when people talked about SAT scores, college tuition, and discussed shit about majoring in this or that. I had no goals in life besides looking forward to getting fucked again and getting my own car. In that order! As Garrett went on and on about his vacation, my attention drifted off. I changed the topic. "Oh fuck, let me tell you what happened to me tonight. It's why I called you!" I told my story to him. By now, I had the tale down to a perfect story with some minor embellishments. I laughed every time he said "OMG!" "I wish I was there to kiss it and make it better!" "That would be nice," I told him. "But I'm so tired now, dude. I'm gonna eat dinner and go to bed." "Okay, take care sweetie!" he told me. He talked a bit girlie. I don't think I had realized it until that moment. It was sweet. I felt bad now for leading him on. I'd promised I wouldn't mess around with anyone to Andrew. My stomach growled, so I got up and walked to the living room. Good food smells filled the room. Grandma was frying chicken and making biscuits. I was dying to eat. Andrew dug some old crutches from the attic and brought them to me. Mom helped me walk to the living room. It took me forever to walk awkwardly with the crutches and on one foot. When we finally sat down to eat, Andrew continuously complimented grandma's cooking. She just smiled and laughed when he asked for seconds. "Mom, I'm serious! This food is just delicious! Your gravy is the best I ever tasted. This chicken rivals anyone else's. And nobody better tell my mama I said that!" Mom and grandma laughed. He was a real charmer. He looked so handsome. His face was shaved clean except for the goatee and chin beard. His head was freshly shaved. I wanted badly to be rubbing my face against his...or maybe better if those whiskers were rubbing against my neck while he fucked me! I was enjoying the great food and the perfect view. He was very respectful to grandma and flattered her constantly. "Mom, maybe tomorrow we can fry up some of the fish that the boys recently caught. Andrew and Chris have really bonded lately." I was embarrassed over that last comment. I glanced at Andrew and a devilish grin appeared as his head bent down to chew on a chicken leg. After we'd finish dinner, mom got up and got a peach cobbler from the fridge--another thing grandma cooked earlier. As we fixed ourselves a plate of cobbler, I got glances from Andrew. He and I sat opposite each other and mom and grandma sat on either side of me at the small table. When I was stuffing my mouth, I felt Andrew's big feet rest over my good foot. As we ate silently, his feet moved back and forth and one foot moved up my leg and rested on my knee. My dick immediately went up. I tried to acted naturally, but I felt anxious. I guzzled down my milk and I didn't look up at him. Grandma and mom finished their dessert as I sat there horny. "Well, I'll help you clear the table," grandma said to mom. "Nonsense! You ladies go watch TV. I'll clean up!" he volunteered. "Oh, that so sweet!" mom said. "We won't argue with that!" I sat at the kitchen table as he cleared the dishes and loaded up the dishwasher. I heard the theme song to Golden Girls reruns playing in the living room. As I rinsed off the casserole dish, Andrew stood against me and bit my neck and stopped short of breaking the skin. "I'm in heat. I'm gonna crack if I don't get some of your tail soon!" he whispered. I heard laughter from mom and grandma. I moved my neck away from him. "Don't worry, I didn't scratch your pretty neck. But you mother wants to know who put all those hickies on your neck!" "Oh my god--what did you tell her?" I asked. He lowered his voice to almost a whisper. I stood up on one foot and hopped to where he was standing. "I told her I had no idea. I got hard thinking about how I made all those marks on your neck as I lied to her. You'll have to tell her something soon. Just tell her your porkin' that sissy boy I caught you with!" "Fuck no!" I gasped. "Shh!" he admonished. We had to shut up because grandma came to fill her glass up with iced tea. Andrew talked nice to herd. He was very charming. She ate it all up. If only she knew the real Andrew! I hobbled from the kitchen and sat down with them in the living room. I sat on the far end of the couch with Andrew in the middle. Mom was at the other and grandma used the recliner. We started out by watching the early local news. As the reporter talked about a murder, kidnapping, and mall shooting, my grandma just said, "oh dear!" over and over. During a commercial break, mom talked to grandma again about me and Andrew "bonding". "He's a good kid!" Andrew said in response. When he said that, he put his arm around my shoulder and I smelled his deodorant mixed with underarm funk. He still had on the sleeveless shirt. The hot, damp curly hairs clung to my neck. I squirmed from the close contact. Any touch from him simply made my penis twitch. "Andrew's gonna have Christopher go to work with him and see if that's a field he would like to work in!" I had forgotten about that. Andrew hadn't mentioned it since he offered the gesture when mom was gone. I was surprised. "Say buddy, you wanna try that after the 4th? Maybe you can ask off for the Monday after that?" he asked me. His rough hand tousled my short hair. His hand lingered longer than needed, but I didn't mind. Had anyone noticed? It felt like a boyfriend hug instead of "dad" hug. "Uh sure," I said hesitantly. I looked back over at Andrew after mom and grandma changed the topic and started talking about a cake recipe in the magazine mom had in her lap. Andrew gave me a searing look that made my cock rise. He winked at licked his lips. My face flushed hot even though he had said nothing. Just ever so casually, he rubbed his crotch in a manner that only I noticed. I swallowed hard. I wanted to run to my room and beat off. I pulled my t-shirt over my crotch and nervously rested my hands over my lap to cover. - - - We got up very early the next morning and Andrew drove me to the local emergency clinic. We weren't able to mess around--grandma decided it would be nice to get out of the house and ride with us! "OH mom, I've got a bunch of tools in the truck. Wait here and I'll go move all that stuff out." Then she told him not to go to all that trouble. I thought he was lying so that we could be alone together, but when we got to the truck, there was a bunch of equipment in the passenger seat. Andrew grabbed it all in a single armful and moved them to the backseat. My foot was hurting bad again from all the moving around. I had tried to put a shoe on, but my foot was too swollen. I just put a thick sock on it to keep it padded and protected. I thought maybe he'd try to fool around as we drove, but he simply drove. In a few minutes, we pulled into the parking lot. I had the urge to piss bad. "I really gotta take a leak!" I told him. "I'll get you inside, but don't rush and hurt your foot even more." "Okay," I said. He lifted me with no effort from the waist and eased me onto the sidewalk. When we got to through the glass doors, I thought I was going to wet my pants. He nodded to the sign on the wall indicating restrooms. Several kids ran from the lobby doors into the bathroom screaming. I wasn't in the mood for all that. "Check it out...that's even better!" he said. He pointed to another door past the bathrooms. There was a handicapped bathroom made for single person! People around us probably presumed he was my dad helping me into the restroom. Only he followed me in and locked the door behind us. "Sit down so you don't fall." He helped me to sit on the toilet. As I pushed my dick downward to piss, Andrew unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He started to piss in the sink! "Hell bro, I gotta go too now-heh heh!" I sat there staring at his penis piss out an impressive steady stream into the sink. I wondered how it tasted. I'd finished pissing and my dick started to get hard. I didn't want it touching the toilet so I pulled it upward. He looked over at me and smiled. "You like watching me take a whizz huh?" I just nodded. "Well, I'll give you a taste." He held onto his head and pinched it at the top. He moved it straight to my mouth and pushed it through my lips. "Don't get anything on my pants! His khaki dockers were pressed and starched perfectly. Suddenly hot piss filled my mouth and I swallowed fast to keep from spilling it or choking. It tasted salty and strong. My dick was totally hard. "I've been fighting a woody all the way here," he whispered hoarsely. His hands rested on top of my head and he pushed his cock all the way into my throat. I was ready for it this time. His semi-erect dick got fully hard and pushed into my throat after the piss stopped. Andrew slowly deep-fucked my mouth for about two minutes. Then he humped faster and my head bumped the bathroom tile on the wall behind me. I hadn't seen him cum this fast before. Cum filled my mouth and I swallowed as it spurted. He pulled out and cupped his dick head to catch any residual jizz. There was none. He went to the sink and wetted a paper towel. Instead of handing it to me, he wiped his cock with it and then shoved his meat back into his pants. "You gonna piss anymore or what?" "I'm done!" "Then get up! Let's go." He put his hand under my armpit and pulled me up. I got back on the crutches and we hobbled out of there. Just before he opened the double glass doors, he chuckled and brushed the side of my mouth with the back of his hand. "You had spunk on your face, chief!" I felt embarrassed as he hurried me into the lobby of the clinic. I felt the damp of precum in my boxers turning cold. He helped me to a seat and then went to the window to sign me in. When he returned to me, he handed me a clipboard. "I signed you in, but you gotta fill out these papers." I used the pen attached to the top of the clipboard. As I filled out the papers, he rested his hand on my back. He watched me fill out the questionnaire and medical history with his face close to mine. I could feel his breath and smell his mouthwash. I glanced up and saw our reflections in the tinted windows. Instead of a protective father, he looked like a boyfriend helping his lover. I wanted to turn and kiss him. I'd just swallowed his cum and he didn't even offer to take care of my dick in the bathroom. I tried to think of something beside his dick. Just then an enormously obese woman came through the door being pushed in a wheelchair. Behind her there was a tiny man who pushed her carefully as he walked in giant, dark sunglasses. "Christopher Grooms!" called a male nurse from an open doorway. Andrew helped me get up. I hobbled through the hallway where they stopped to help me carefully step onto a scale. After weighing me, we were led to a small room. The nurse was in his 30's and was African-American and very handsome. When he turned around to type into a small computer, I stared at his round butt. He asked about medications, allergies, and all that. Then he turned to look at my foot. "I'm gonna take your sock off," he said. I was sitting up on the examination table with my feet dangling. He moved the step I used to get up. My skin was extremely sensitive. I flinched when he ran his smooth hands over my foot examining the bruises and swelling. Then I started to get an erection. He looked up at me with pretty goldish brown eyes. "Could be a just a very bad sprain--let's get an Xray of your foot and then the doctor will look it over. The Xray technician will be right here in a moment." Then he left. "He sure handled you longer then he needed to," Andrew mumbled. Before I could react, another man entered the room. This guy was a short bear with salt and pepper hair. He was cute in teddy bear way. Andrew stayed behind. The x-rays didn't take long. I was back in the room in less than fifteen minutes. When I returned, Andrew looked bored and restless. "What did they say?" "Nothing yet. Remember the doctor's gotta look at it." "Oh yeah." He flipped through a home repair magazine. I looked through People magazine admiring the cute actors and singers and the gossip stories. "You have to cancel appointments?" I asked. "When I can't make it, I call another service that will send someone out. I don't like doing that because they charge me." I felt bad for messing up his workday, but then he stood up next to me and put his arm around me. "But you're worth it, sexy!" He kissed me on the side of my mouth. Just as he did this, the doctor came inside! There was no way he could have mistaken it for anything else. It was a very sexy kiss. "Hey guys! I hear you had a biked wreck. Let's take a look at that foot." The doctor looked like he was in his early sixties. He had totally white hair and glasses. He had a very calming disposition. He told me there was no sign of a break and it was just a very bad sprain. He prescribed some pain meds and told me to stay off my feet for a week. He gave me a note for work. He talked to us like we were a couple. That really turned me on. As we got ready to go, I dropped my crutch and nearly fell off the table. Andrew caught me. It was a total accident, but I took advantage of it. "Thanks babe!" I said. "What would I do without you?" Andrew raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything. He didn't acknowledge my remark, but when he helped me walk out with my crutches, his hand stayed on my lower back. As we walked through the lobby with kids, parents, and couples, he let his hand creep to my butt and kept it there. Once we moved through the door, he kissed my neck! I felt a hot flash rush over me. "You like that huh? You like showing off that we're lovers?" he chuckled. "Yeah that was so fucking cool!" I said. He helped me up into the truck and kissed me again as other people were in our view. When he got back inside, I rubbed my hard dick through my jeans. "You horny, fool?" he laughed. "Duh!" "Hang tight!" He drove down the road without saying anything. We drove into the lot of a carwash. He pulled up to a display and opened the window to swipe his credit card. We pulled up behind another car that was waiting to drive into the automatic wash. A short man waved the car in front of us to move up. He began pre-washing that car with a hose. "Pull your pants down!" Andrew ordered. "But that dude--" I protested. He can't see shit up in here. Get them down now." I sat up and unsnapped my jeans. I pushed them and my boxers to my feet. My dick pointed to the ceiling. He spit in his hand and started jacking me off. It felt incredible. I was so excited because we were doing this in public. Then the guy waved to us to move up. Andrew spit in his hand again and stroked my cock faster. The man was two feet from my window but just inches from view of my lap. He waved for us to move up. Andrew drove up into the track and put the truck in neutral. Then we started moving through the car wash on the automated track. Then he bent over and started sucking me. I put my hand on his shaved head. I wondered if they had cameras in the carwash! He moved down to swallow me whole with no effort and when I felt the breath from his nose sniffing into my pubes I lost it. I started cumming fast into his mouth. I groaned loud. "Oh my god! Oh fuck!" I grunted. Just as we stopped in between the huge blowers, Andrew pulled his head up. "Tasty!" he said and smacked his lips. He handed me some napkins from his door. As two guys came over to dry the truck with towels and do the tires, I hurried to pull my pants up. "Don't worry buddy. These windows are tinted dark. You probably could have been naked and they wouldn't see it." I was very nervous after that. Once we drove away, I calmed down. He then pulled up to the drive through window of a CVS pharmacy to pick up my medicine. "One for Christopher Grooms!" he told her. The woman asked for my date of birth. I yelled it from my seat. She closed the window. "It's been over thirty minutes. They should have had it ready!" he said. He looked at his watch and I felt bad for taking up his time. After he paid for the medicine, he drove home fast. Back at home, Grandma came out to oversee us getting out of the truck. When I got into the house, Andrew had left to the garage to head to work. I stopped in the kitchen to take a pain pill. Grandma read the bottle when I went to the fridge for a Coke. "Now you gotta watch out for these Hydrocodone pills--they will give you bad constipation!" "Yes ma'am," I said laughing. "I'll be careful." I called my work to tell them I wouldn't be able to work for the rest of the week. I was glad to have a good reason to not work. After grandma cooked me breakfast, I spent some time with her watching daytime talk shows. It was boring, but my pain pill kicked in and I had a nice buzz. I felt calm and relaxed. In the late afternoon, she told me she was going to take a nap. I told her I'd do the same thing. However, I wanted to go jack off! In my room, I stripped naked and looked over the ace bandage the doctor had wrapped around my foot. I took a naked selfie of me with the bandage on only and texted it to Garrett. He answered back with a dick pic of his own. I browsed the internet on my iPhone for good porn. AS before, I ended up watching a huge Latino guy fuck a smaller young dude. It was a rough fuck. He slapped that boy around and flipped him back and forth to every possible position. When the top ejaculated on the twink's face, I shot a load all over my bed. Beat, I pulled the sheet over me and took a nap. - - - By the end of the week, my foot was healed enough to walk slowly with a shoe. It was the weekend of the 4th of July. I was ready to get out and go spend the night at Garrett's place for Independence Day. When I was leaving for his house, I couldn't find my old swim trunks. There had been a bag of stuff I'd left at the old apartment by accident. I guessed the normal swimming trunks were in there. All I had was my speedo from my old high school swimming class. I shoved it in my backpack with my other clothes. At noon, Garrett rang the doorbell. When I opened the door, he thought I was alone and slipped in and grabbed me in a huge hug. He kissed me tight on the mouth. I heard steps behind us. I pulled him off just in time. Grandma came around the corner. "Grandma, this is my buddy Garret." Andrew turned a deep shade of red. He looked uncomfortable now. "Hey sweetie!" she said. "Just call me Grandma!" she told him. He smiled and laughed. He realized we'd not been busted. "I'll see you tomorrow Grandma, I'm gonna spend the night at Garrett's house." "Oh honey, your mama and Andrew are driving me home tomorrow. It's been so nice spending this time with you all. That Andrew is a sweetie. I really like him!" "Yeah, he's really cool." I told her. "I thought you were staying for more than a week." She replied, "Well honey, it your mother who was so worried about me. But I'm a big girl." We all laughed. After our conversation, I hugged her and told her goodbye. A few minutes later, we were in Garrett's Mustang racing to his house. "Fuck man, I missed you. I can't wait until tonight. I wanna you to fuck me over and over!" "What if I wanted you to fuck ME over and over?" I joked. "Dammit, we can take turns!" I told him I brought my speedo. "Maybe you got pair of trunks I can borrow? "OH, hell no man. I'm gonna be strutting around in my speedo too!" We both laughed. "We'll be the only two in-shape hot guys. Everyone else there are people we barely even know. Lots of my dad's friends and their families are coming. We'll be alone at night though in my room!" I wondered how I was going to handle this. I promised Andrew I wouldn't fuck around with anyone. Then again, how would he know? I planned to shower good before I went home. I wasn't going to give him any way to accuse me of fucking around behind his back. - - - Garrett's house was a bit overwhelming. The huge house had six bedrooms, an office, a media room, and in the back was an enormous pool with a changing room. We took a swim after I arrived. His sister and some other junior high age schools were giggling as we walked through the house in our speedos heading to the pool. Then after we went outside, they followed and hung out under the umbrellas giggling even more. They didn't bother us though. They kept to themselves and we stayed in the pool. Eventually, the girls went inside and we took their place under the oversized umbrellas. A small outdoor fridge was between the two tables and was filled with waters, juices, and some wine coolers. We drank water and relaxed. "Damn dude, this is the life!" "I guess you can appreciate it better. It's not any fun by yourself or with your brat sister always around." "You ever skinny-dip when everyone is gone?" "Only once. And then the housekeeper came outside and saw my speedo on the pavement. She just went back inside and never said a word. Too bad it wasn't the pool guy or one of the gardeners!" "That sounds like the plot of a porn video!" I joked. "I'm so horny Chris. I've been dying to have sex with you. I've missed you. You're so handsome!" I smiled over his flattery. I couldn't just tease him. I had to have sex with him later! I needed it bad. "Your butt is so hot. Your speedo is so much tighter than it was in school. Your body has filled out. I bet if you bent over that speedo would pop off!" "Don't you wish!" I joked. "Yes, I do!" We heard a female voice calling. "That's mom. Dinner's probably ready. Let's go change!" Upstairs in his room, we stripped naked and made out for a couple of minutes. I put on my khaki shorts with no underwear and polo shirt. I brushed my hair in his mirror. He came behind me and kissed my neck. "The countdown begins!" he joked. "Bring on the night!" Dinner was delicious. The housekeeping staff served us in a formal dining room. I felt kind of awkward at first. I thought his family might think of me as low class...maybe even "white trash". However, after his mother began talking, my nervousness faded. His mother reminded me of Kathy Bates, the actress in both appearance and in personality. She was boisterous and loud and laughed heartily. Garrett's dad was short with closely dropped black hair. In fact, his nickname was "Shorty"! He was soft-spoken and mostly just nodded and laughed at his wife. He seemed very kind and was nice to me when he spoke. They asked me where I was from and I told them I lived with my mom and step dad. They didn't seem judgmental at all. I liked them. After dinner, Garret and I joined his dad in the media room and we watched a movie on a big wall screen. The housekeeper brough his dad a shot glass and us some snacks. For the next few hours, we watched a cool action flick. I smiled when all the times we yelled out at the movie; Garrett sounded slightly effeminate. There was no way his parents didn't know he was gay. After the movie, we went to Garrett's room. On the way up he told his parents goodnight. His sisters were using a guest room on the other side of the house for their slumber party. We stepped inside his room and he locked the door. I swallowed hard as I heard him undressing. "Get your goddamn clothes off Chris...I'm coming in for you!" Before I got fully naked, he had his clothes off and tackled me on the bed. He wasn't the only one who had realized how ticklish I was. He tickled all over my ribs and belly. "Stop it!" laughed. He continued torturing me and pulled my clothes off fast. We rolled over on his huge bed. We kissed passionately and our hands went everywhere. His hands kept returning to my butt! "Your ass is the most perfect ass I have ever seen!" he whispered. "So I've been told!" I blurted out. He got serious and froze. "Who else has told you?" "I'm just fucking with you!" I told him. Then he started tickling me again. I lay there and let him do it. I was hard from it. He moved his mouth down to suck my nipple. His hand moved to my dick and stroked it. I needed more than that. With no warning, I rolled him over and straddled his mouth. "Suck it good!" I told him. I fucked his mouth good and he took it without any protest. After a while, I slipped forward and sat on his face. He moaned as his mouth locked onto my asshole. He ate me out like never before. I jacked off while he rimmed me. After that, I stuck my dick back in his mouth and rode it. When he seemed to tire, I stood up on the bed and pushed his legs up. He grabbed his upper legs and pulled his knees to his chest. "Fuck me!" He gasped. I dove down and now it was my turn to eat his hole. His small pink hole tasted clean and smelled of the pool chlorine. I drove my tongue into him and primed him for a good lay. After his hole was dripping in my spit, I pushed a few fingers inside and twisted them. "You can do it now. I've been practicing with a dildo!" he told me. That was so cute, but a dildo never moves like the real thing. I pulled out my fingers and moved in between his legs. I slid my dick into the spit-slicked chute until I was at the base of my dick. He groaned. I didn't try to be careful like our old days. I started fucking him like a machine. My nuts flapped against his and he moaned. I bent over and we kissed with tongues. I sucked hard on his tongue as I fucked him intensely. He kept moaning and moaning like he was about to cum, so I put a stop to that and flipped him over. I pulled his ass in the air while on his knees. I pushed his head down with my hand on his upper back. He didn't seem to like it from behind as he did on his back, but I didn't care. I held onto his waist tightly and banged him. Soon, my knees hurt so I rolled him on his side. I pushed one of his legs in the air and shoved my cock back into his ass. That position seemed to satisfy us both better. My left shoulder lay next to his right shoulder as I fucked him sideways. When he moved in to kiss, I tricked him and pulled his face into my armpit instead. At first, he was taken aback. "Lick it!" I grunted. Then he started eating my pit out hesitantly. I hadn't bothered to wear deodorant. I fucked faster and held his face there. Finally, he submitted and started licking my underarm faster. When he tired, I moved my face to his tit and sucked it. He winced when I lightly bit down on his nipple. Then I licked it to sooth it. When he got used to that, I bit it again and then soothed with my tongue again. I felt rebellious and had the desire to bring blood, but after torturing pink little nipple, I have him a break. I let him kiss me after becoming aware of the upset look on his face. I reached down and took over masturbating him while I sucked on his tongue. He was a decent kisser, but he was not as good as Andrew. Finally, I got him on his back again and wrapped his legs around my ribs. He gripped me tightly as I jackhammered his asshole. When he moaned like he was about to cum, I grabbed his balls and twisted them. It must have really hurt because he cried out. "Stop it!" he shouted. Even though he protested, he started cumming with no hands on his cock. Seeing the jizz start to fly, I grabbed his penis' head and milked it fast. He groaned so loud I had to cover his mouth. When I felt the warm cum splatter on my chest, I started spewing inside him. We collapsed sweating and breathing hard. Then I kissed him slow and deep. My cock was still hard and up his butt. I licked all over his Adam's apple and then bit his cheek almost hard enough to scratch him. The air conditioner came on and blew coldly on us from two big vents. It was too cold! I pulled the sheet over us and shifted my weight off him. My dick pulled out with a plop noise. I reached between his legs and fingered his hole. My cum was leaking from his beaten hole. Suddenly he pushed me away. "Dude!" "Yeah?" I answered. "DUDE!" he said again. "What?" Under the low light of the small lamp he stared into my eyes. He was crying. "Who taught you to do that? You've been fucking with somebody!" I shrugged and laughed. "NO man, I was just so glad to see you!" "You've changed Chris. You fucked me differently tonight. It wasn't you." I shrugged and moved on my back. "Okay, don't tell me," he said. "I mean, we aren't boyfriends or anything. Someone has been teaching you new tricks." "New stuff like this?" I said. I pushed off the sheet and rolled him to his stomach. I went down on his asshole and rimmed him as deeply as I could. I dove my tongue inside to taste my cum. I ate my own cum out of his freshly-fucked, puffy butthole. Cum and ass juices drooled in my mouth and I swallowed. "You're so kinky now." He told me. "So, you don't like it or what?" "I didn't say that at all! It's just different now." I scooted back up and put my arms around him. I kissed him with his cum on my lips. There was no protest this time. "Let's go to sleep. I had a good time. Let's enjoy being together." I told him. He said nothing more. I lay awake holding him long after he was asleep. I felt mixed emotions. Why had I taken it out on his ass like that? I was a goddamn bottom! Maybe I just didn't like tame sex anymore. I rubbed his smooth chest as we spooned. I thought of Andrew finding out about me and Garrett. Then again, how would he even know? It was stupid to worry. Maybe fucking Garrett so hard had been a "fuck you" to Andrew's order banning me to fuck anyone else. I was GLAD it I did it. - - - The next morning, we went downstairs to the biggest breakfast spread I'd ever seen outside of a restaurant. Some family friends had already arrived and small buffet tables with cans of little blue flames sat under catering equipment. There were square metal containers of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausage links, sliced fruits, and bottles of water and juices. I fixed a full plate of food. Then a guy in the corner was making people pancakes. After that, we went outside and lay under a tree on lounges. It was hot and breezy. We sat in our speedos and flipflops. Eventually kids and other adults arrived. More girls joined his sisters' gang. Cute boys and men of different ages came and went. At noon, we put sunscreen all over each other and dove into the pool. The diving board was elevated and the water was deep. It was an exquisite pool. We did our share of showing off our skills from the high school days. Lunch came at noon and we stuffed ourselves all over again. In the afternoon, we had a difficult time finding a private place to fool around. Guest rooms were full and relatives were unpacking in his room. He took me to their attic. It looked like a small storage room. It had no AC, so it was really hot. We pulled off our speedos and I fucked him over several cardboard boxes. I held his hands behind his back and pounded his butt with no mercy. I talked nasty to him and he ate it up. I was surprised to hear him moaning like a bitch getting worked over. As he whimpered, I reached around to jack his cock while I pumped another load of sperm in his ass. As I pushed all my weight on him and jacked him harder, I triggered his orgasm. Once again, I feared others hearing him squeal. I covered his mouth with my free hand. We were seen leaving the hallway to the attic stairs by a male member of their house staff. We were covered in sweat with semi-erections in our speedos! - - - After sundown, the neighborhood had their own fireworks show. We all watched from the backyard with a perfect view. Lots of alcohol was passed around and made it into the hands of us underage guys and girls. After that we tried to get away to Garrett's room, but there was a lot of activity in the house. The remaining relatives who were staying over had arrived. Two small portable beds had been pushed into Garrett's room for the cousins to sleep. That night, he and I slept on his giant bed while the others dozed around us. We had no chance to fool around again. To my disgust, we got woke up early by the kids running in and out of the rooms. He and I went down for a swim. No one was in the pool. I thought maybe we mess around in the shower house if no one was out there. We had slept in our speedos, so there was no need to change outside. When we got to the pool, I hinted we should go into the shower house. It had a small bathroom, room to sit, and had a lock. "Are you sure you don't have a new boyfriend?" he asked. "Dude. What's this all about?" "Well, the two of us were virgins, or at least that's what you told me. This weekend it felt like you are way more experienced than you've led me to believe. Should I get tested?" "I better get home!" I told him. "I have to mow the lawn today." He didn't bring up that I still had a limp or that it was a holiday weekend. He didn't argue it at all. "I'll go and get my keys and we'll head out." Then I felt bad. I went inside and got my backpack. I just put a shirt on over my speedo. It was one of Andrew's shirts that I had sneaked out. It covered my speedo and had no sleeves. It looked like an oversized workout shirt on me. We didn't speak on the way home until we drove into our driveway. I put my hand on his leg and kissed him. I didn't care if Andrew was watching from inside the house. Garrett didn't return the kiss. "Let's hang out soon!" I told him. "Alright!" he said flatly. I got my bag out and closed the door. He backed out of the driveway without waving or anything. Then I clicked the garage door opener. A voice called out to me from behind me. "Yo, man. Is your dad home?" It was Richie again. "You saw me just get out of a car, right?" I snapped at him. "Oh, well okay. I was gonna ask him if I could borrow...well no worries." I glared at him through my sunglasses until he turned and walked back to his house. I stepped into the garage and saw it was full--both Andrew and mom were home. I went into the laundry room and left my backpack there. Andrew was at the fridge opening a bottle of beer. "Well, I guess you had a great time!" he snapped. He eyed me up and down with a lurid leer. He turned back the bottle and guzzled it down entirely as I watched. He had beer foam over his upper lip. He walked up to me and shoved his hand under the bottom of the shirt and grabbed my nuts. "It looks like you have no fuckin' pants on with this little bikini you got on!" The he burped right into my face. He was completely drunk! "I bet if you walked around with just this shirt on no one would have any idea your little dick was bouncing around!" "My dick ain't little!" "That's right! You got such a big fuckin' sausage down there draggin' the floor." He gripped the side of my speedo at the hip and pulled it--it made my balls hurt. When I turned to push him away, I heard a rip sound. "Goddammit fucker!" I shouted at him. "You tore it!" That angered him. He pulled open a drawer and grabbed a big knife. I tried to push him off but he reached under the shirt and cut the side strap of the speedo. Then he pulled so hard the other side popped some stitches. He let go and they fell to the floor. Just then, my mom walked into the room! "Hey babe, glad you're home! I'm running over to Sherry's." I glanced down and my speedo was under his foot. She hadn't noticed it. "You need to get out of that wet swimsuit or you'll catch a cold!" She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then her phone rang. "What's wrong mother?" she said. She turned and faced the bar and Andrew put his arms around me from behind and bit my ear. With his arms around my upper waist, he lifted me off my feet into the air for about five seconds causing my shirt to ride upward. For that time, my dick and butt were exposed! I used all my strength to pull out of his grip and then pushed my shirt down. It just barely covered my butt and crotch. Andrew started laughing his ass off as my mother turned around to wave her arm telling us to be quiet. She had almost seen me exposed. "I'm on my way out the door, mother. Remember, we talked about that. Her probate lawyer will call you." I was between mom and Andrew almost totally naked except for the shirt. I was afraid to move and have it flap upward and expose me. Andrew sniggered again. "I'll call you back when I get home. Yes, love you too." Then she hung up the phone and pushed it into her purse. "See you guys later. I'll be back in a couple of hours. We going to see "La Vie d'Adèle" at the Angelika. Don't worry, it's a chick flick neither of you would want to go see." She gave Andrew a quick kiss and then went through the garage door. "What the fuck?" I shouted to him. "Don't give me `what the fuck'", he mocked in a sissy voice. "Shut up! I don't sound like that!" He pushed me into the corner of the kitchen against the refrigerator. "Is your ass full of his cum? How many times did that goofy boy fuck you?" My temper was brewing. "Is your ass swollen shut from all the fucking?" "He didn't fuck me! Get out of my way!" I shoved him hard and he almost fell backwards. I hadn't seen him this drunk before. He followed me into the living room. "You're fucking lying to me!" he shouted. "I'm not lying! He didn't fuck me. I fucked HIM! And I fucked him hard as you fucked me and he knew I'd been fucking someone else because of that. Now he probably won't even be friends with me. Thanks a fucking lot asshole!" I screamed. Andrew snapped out of his stupor. He pushed me over the arm of the couch on my face. Before I could get up, he pulled my hands backward and used his foot to press down hard on my head. He held my head down with his foot and spit into my exposed crack. He spit two more times onto his dick and slid it into me. There was minor pain, but I was mainly stunned from the push he gave me. I started to cry from frustration as he fucked my ass so roughly. I tried to move and his foot pressed my face harder into the couch cushion. My wrists hurt where he gripped them like a vice. I turned my head sideways to breathe. The alcohol must have impeded his ability to cum faster. For about fifteen minutes he fucked me in that position with no hint of an end. My neck hurt. When I wiggled to get free, he moved his foot to the back of my neck! He relentlessly fucked me hard like he was taking out his anger on me. He pulled out of me and I thought it was over. However, he grabbed my arm and nearly drug me toward my room. I tried to walk but he pulled fast and hard and my foot ached. He stopped at the bathroom and pushed me inside. When he pushed down on my shoulders, I fell to my knees facing the toilet. Behind me, his foot pressed on my back. He didn't turn the light on. Under the light from the hall, he started pissing all over me. When I tried to move, his foot pressed hard and I collapsed. My face was on the cold tile and hot piss sprayed in my hair, face, and on my back of the shirt. Then he burped nastily. "Look Chris, you little shit. I'm marking you as `mine' again. Don't forget it. You hear me? You're my cum dump--no one else gets their cock in you or otherwise." I sat up and he shook his dick in my face to clear the piss from it. It got in my eyes. I blinked it away like tears. "Are you fucking deaf or do you need me to piss the wax from your ears?" he slurred. "Alright!" I moaned. "YOU HEAR ME?" He shouted. "Yes sir." I whimpered. He turned the light on. The floor was covered in piss. He pulled me to him. My piss slicked shirt pressed against his beefy, hairy. "Open your mouth!" I thought he was going to kiss me. He gripped my chin with his hand and opened his mouth into a pucker position. But when I Opened my lips, he spit a huge load of spit into my mouth. Then he pushed up with his hand to close my mouth. He gripped my chin until he felt me swallow his glob of saliva. Then he licked up the side of my face and let me go. He walked out of the room. I slowly squatted to my knees in the piss puddle and cried. After he was gone, I numbly cleaned up the bathroom floor. I used three towels to soak up the pool of piss--it was everywhere. I tossed all the towels into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain closed. I planned to take them to the washing machine when no one was home the next day. With no shower, I walked to my room and fell down onto the mattress. I smelled of dried urine. I left the door open and lay there naked and exposed. Garrett's words repeated in my head over and over. "Yes, Garrett," I thought, "I have changed." - - - The next morning, I hid in my room and avoided mom and Andrew. I don't know who came and closed my door, but I woke up with the door closed and a sheet over me. I hurried to get the dirty towels washed and dried. It was my last day of being off from work due to my foot injury. After being dragged around by Andrew, it was sore again. With no one home, I decided to go exploring in Andrew's room again. I don't know what I was looking for nor for what reason. Maybe I was snooping for revenge? I stepped into their bedroom and found the bed was made. I wondered why they bothered. No one ever saw their room. I guess I wanted to snoop through his private stuff. He must have something secret kept in the closet or some other hiding place. Maybe this snooping was another form my obsession with him. Nothing was found in his drawers. That made sense because mom would easily find stuff there. I'd have to dig deeper, so I hit the closet next. The large, old ranch style home had huge closets. I looked up in the top of the closet and both sides had old junk. Baseball trophies from his childhood, stacks of old sports mags, and shoe boxes. Behind all the clothes on the bottom I found a battered old shotgun and a new looking rifle. In the corner were three dusty old boxes. One by one, I opened them and went through their contents. The top one had old school yearbooks. I flipped through each to find Andrew. I found him in his 7th grade annual. He looked boyish and nerdy. In the next one he looked cute in a thug way. In his ninth-grade photo, he looked angry. I laughed at all the goofy old hairdos from the 80's. There were no other yearbooks. He'd told me he quit school. I looked at all the signatures from his friends. They were mostly all from girls with sickly sweet notes like, "to the cutest boy in the school" or "don't forget to call me in the summer!" The notes from his male friends were short and simple, like "Take it easy this summer!". The rest of the box had junk like old rulers, a faded car air freshener shaped like a tree, etc. The second box had old clothes in it. I pulled them out. A pair of old workpants that was too short in length to belong to Andrew. The shirt was an XXL size. There were some old white hankies with someone else's initials--maybe his dad? All of it was on top of a ratty old blanket. I slowly put the stuff back the way I found it. The bottom box contained a metal box inside it. I opened that to find a ton of old photos. I recognized his mother's face in them. A few photos showed his mother with a slim and tall white man. It must have been his father. I recognized his mother from the two pictures hanging in his bedroom. I could see features from both of his Andrew's parents in his face. These were pictures from when he was a kid. Some photos were framed but most were in smaller envelopes that said "Fox Photo" or "Walgreens" on the outside and included negatives. I noticed a few had a guy of Latino looks who seemed to be in his 30's. He was good looking, but short with a stocky body. Most of the photos were of Andrew's mother or adults I didn't recognize. There was brown envelope that was closed with a metal prong that I had to unbend to pull the flap open. My eyes bugged open when I flipped through the photos. They were all of Andrew--but he was naked! He had one of those old 1980's haircuts. He was naked on a couch in most of them. He appeared to just be watching TV and unbothered by the camera. I recognized the bar from the same house we were in now! The living room had 70's style carpet and furniture. In the photos, Andrew was lanky and skinny, but already had hair in his armpits and had a hairy bush. I had no idea of his age--maybe 17 or 18? Before I knew it, I was jacking off flipping through the photos again. I wondered who took all the photos. Andrew was hard in some of them, but the rest he looked like he was just watching TV in the buff. With those photos were a group of polaroids with a rubber band around them. These showed Andrew sleeping naked. One was an extreme close up of his dick. I started jacking faster. I thought about last night and how he pissed all over me. I should have been revolted, but the memory of it got me so hot that I started squirting cum into the carpet. Afterward, I rubbed the cum into the carpet with my foot. I gathered up the photos and tried to group them as I had found them. When I pushed the photos back inside the big envelope, I felt another piece of paper. It was folded in two with a photo on the front. The words "In Loving Memory" were in bold letters over the photo. The handsome and stocky Latino man's face I'd seen in the family photos was embossed with a golden oval. Below it was the name Charles Luis Aguilar and dates. It was a funeral program. Was this his "Uncle Chuck"? The paper was browned from age. I felt intrusive now and put the pictures and funeral program back where I found them. I looked at the photos of his family again. I wondered why we hadn't met his mother yet. He had only mentioned her a lot when grandma was visiting. I only knew that this used to be her house and now it was his. She lived down south with his aunt. I stole one of the non-naked photos of him as a teenager standing in a doorway with a despondent look on his face. He looked lost and sexy. In the evening, Andrew acted like the previous night had never happened. I wondered if he even remembered it because he'd been extremely drunk. After he got home from work, he opened my bedroom door and playfully asked me if my "lazy ass" was gonna work out with him. I put on shorts and joined him in the next room. Not a word was spoken about my night with Garrett nor about the crazy previous evening. - - - My foot was still sore, so I skipped the treadmill. As he jogged on it, I stretched on the mat. I watched his butt flex in the tight shorts. His dick bounced in the front. When he saw me staring at him, he winked at me. It was official--I was horny for him again. When he finished his 20-minute run, he stepped off the treadmill. I was on my back with my feet I the air doing stomach crunches. He grabbed my foot and sucked on my toes. "You'd look better without those shorts on!" I heard mom on the phone in the living room. Feeling it was safe, I pushed my elastic down under my dick and balls and to show off my hard-on. He rubbed his bare foot over it. "If I could take you anytime I felt the urge, you'd never get any rest!" he told me. We heard mom coming our way. I covered up and turned on my stomach pretending to do pushups. "You guys ready for dinner?" she asked. "We're on our way!" he told her. At the dining table, we ate and they talked about their workday. I sat opposite the empty seat. Mom and Andrew were on either side of me. I sat up close to the table to avoid spilling hot food on my bare chest and stomach. Andrew slid his hand on my upper leg and rubbed my thigh. I was instantly hard. He put his bare foot on top of mine and stared me hungrily while he ate. After dinner, we cleaned up for mom. She told us she was heading to their room to take a bubble bath. After we were alone, slid his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. He shoved his hands in my shorts and fondled my dick as his nose pressed into my hair. I got another erection. He let go of me and I was going to turn to kiss him and mom stepped back into the kitchen. We had been just a few seconds from being busted! She asked if anyone had seen her romance novel. Andrew pointed to the couch in the living room. My back was to her and I tried to rearrange my dick in my shorts. Andrew slapped my hard dick and it poked sideways in my shorts again! I pulled it up and secured it under my elastic and covered it with my t-shirt. She quickly headed back to their bedroom. "Let's go to your room!" he told me. We walked fast and he followed me there. He turned on the light and closed the door behind us. "Where's your fuckin' lube kid? I'm gonna a drill you fast! We don't have much time." I ran my hand under the far side of the mattress and grabbed the bottle and handed it to him. Andrew undressed me and then he got naked. I grabbed my phone while he pulled off his shorts and then moved it behind the other pillow. He rolled me on my back and told me to pull up my legs. Cold lube squirted into my crack. "You must really be hungry for my cock!" I just nodded and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands. Andrew pushed in my ass to the hilt with a single hard shove. There was no pain. He rode me up and down with his knees pointing outward. While he rode my hole, his hands kneaded my pecs. Craving the roughness from before, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. I looked straight in his eyes. "You want my spit? Here you go!" He spit long ropes of spit into my mouth. I sucked it in. He did it again and it drooled onto my face. He rubbed it all over my face with his hand. He shoved his two middle fingers in my mouth and I sucked them like a cock. This sent him over the edge. He grunted hoarsely and started cumming. "UGHHHHHH!" I was surprised that he was so loud. His brazenly loud orgasm triggered mine and I jacked furiously squirting cum all over his stomach. After he recovered, he spit into my mouth again and we kissed hard. He glanced at the clock. He rolled over and used my shorts to wipe off my cum. He used them again to wipe off his dick. He tossed them on me after he was done. "Don't wash those! You hear me?' "Yes," I gasped. He opened the door and was gone. I picked up the phone and touched the "stop" button. For the next half hour, I fingered my ass letting his cum drool out into my palm as I watched the secret video I'd just made of our quick fuck. I was so turned on watching it that I used cum from my asshole to jack myself to another orgasm. I played it a third time in the dark after that just to see it again. I thought I looked hot with my legs spread as my stud step dad filled me with his sperm. I wondered how he never failed to produce such huge cumloads. Boy, I had it BAD for this man! - - - On Saturday, I was due to go back to work again. I didn't want to do it. So, I called in and said my foot was still sore. I didn't get up for a long time after that. I decided to get up when I smelled food cooking. It was just after eleven in the morning. The smell of bacon made my mouth water. So, I pulled on those dirty shorts and headed to the kitchen. I didn't notice anything right away. Standing in the living room, the bar blocked my view of Andrews waist. Mom sat at the table. I told them good morning and they looked surprised. "You didn't go to work buddy?" Andrew asked. Mom was giggling. I had no idea why until I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. Andrew was cooking naked! Mom was in her skimpy short gown that she normally covered with a thin robe. Her nipples brazenly showed through the material. "Oh my god!" I said. "Well, when you're not home, we sometimes don't put on clothes." Mom was laughing more. "Come on babe, go grab a towel." "Why bother?" he said. "He's got the same equipment! It's not like he's never been in a locker room at school!" I shook my head and pretended to be bothered by it. I faked embarrassment, but instead my heart raced. I was so fucking turned on! I felt my underarms sweating. Andrew didn't bother to get dressed. He used the spatula and put the bacon on a plate. In the sunlight shining through the window over the sink, the hair in his ass-crack was fully visible. Any other guy would have left and come back after they were done. I wasn't missing this! He brought the bacon and a bowl of scrambled eggs to the table and just sat down. I put food on my plate and pretended to just look down at my food. I glanced up at him once and he had an arrogant look on his face. We ate like nothing was weird about this whole scenario. When he got up to put his dishes in the sink, mom walked to the laundry room. He bent over and pressed his mouth to my hear and whispered. "Look at me struttin' my stuff in front of my two bitches!" He stood at the sink as Mom reappeared with a towel and slapped his ass with it. "Come on honey, put it on. You're embarrassing Christopher. "Mom, it's not like I haven't seen it before. I don't even care! I'm too hungry to give crap." He put the towel on and gave me a devious, sexy grin. I put my dishes in the sink and he boldly grabbed my ass. Mom was only turned to her side pouring a cup of coffee. I hurried out of there and went to my room and beat off in a fury. - - I dared to go back into the living room in the afternoon. I was still shaken up over him walking around the kitchen without any clothes on. It was obvious they had just fucked before breakfast. When I stepped into the living room, he was in the same towel. They were watching a nature show on TV. He sat in the recliner like a king. Mom was on the couch behind him with her novel in her lap. She looked up at the TV as the announcer talked about a national park. I laid on the carpet in front of the TV with both of them behind me. "That's so beautiful, it reminds me of going camping as a little girl." Mom said. "You wanna go camping babe? I've got a badass tent and camping grill." He asked her. "Oh honey, that was when I was a girl. I ain't getting out in the heat like that ever again!" I imagined going camping with Andrew--the two of us alone! "I'd go camping!" I said. "That's right babe--you've never been camping!" "Yeah why not? You wanna go next weekend Chris?" he offered. I looked at him sitting there just out of mom's direct view. He nodded `yes' to me. "Sure!" I said. "Great! It's a deal. You don't mind if we do that without you babe?" he said to mom. "Not at all, that's so nice the two of you spending time together. Doing father and son stuff is what he really needs!" I rolled my eyes. I glanced back at him and his towel was pulled back enough to expose the head of his cock. Mom couldn't see it, the back of his recliner faced her. He pulled his foreskin back and exposed the head of his penis. I sat there shocked as he let his dick grow to a full erection. I turned back now and then to see it. I tried to not be so obvious. Besides, I was trying to avoid my own erection from being seen as I rolled to my stomach. Andrew rubbed his finger into his huge piss slit. When he pulled it away, a long stream of precum stretched out until it broke. I gulped hard. Mom's cell phone rang and he coolly covered his dick. She got up to get it and sat on the arm of his chair. "Good afternoon mom!" She said. I knew the show was over after my grandma called. I headed to my room and stripped. I came ten seconds after I started jacking. Drenched in my cum, I lay there wondering how I would stand to wait for our camping trip. I dug under my mattress and found a pair of his dirty underwear worn on a hot day at work. I fell asleep huffing his smell. I was obsessed! To be continued...