Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 14:53:42 EST
From: GapGuy713@aol.com
Subject: My Step-Dad Ethan

Before I was born, my parents divorced.  I never met my father.
I don't know how long it was until my mom remarried, but by the
time I was five or six, my step-father was always in the picture.

My step-dad's name was Ethan.   Looking back, I realize now that
he was a damn good-looking man; black hair, blue eyes and full
sexy lips.  Ethan was well over six feet tall, big hands, big
feet, and a big cock.  He weighed in at around one hundred ninety
pounds, with a thirty-four inch waist.


How did I know he had a big cock?

When I was around six, we started showering together.  We
showered together in the morning while my mom was making
breakfast, and sometimes in the evening before dinner, if Ethan
had had a bad day, or worked really hard and was funky to smell.

My mom either didn't know (how could that be?), or didn't care
(unlikely) or it just never occurred to her to question why we
were showering together.  She was just doing that late fifties
wife and mother, Donna Reed thing.

When we started showering, it was strictly a hands-off kind of
thing.  When my mother gave me a bath, she always used a wash
cloth.  But when Ethan showered, I noticed he didn't use a wash
cloth.  He just took the bar of soap and used it to wash himself.
I would watch him as the bar of slope slid over him; his hairy
arms, hairy chest with the nipples the size of quarters.  Up and
down his perfectly formed legs.  Leaning against the shower wall,
he would lift his size twelve feet up and wash the bottom of his
feet, first the right foot and then the left.  The bar of soap
would then slide over his ass, and between the crack of his ass.
Sometimes his hand would linger over the crack of his ass, where
the bar of soap would linger near his anus.

When Ethan had soaked his ass with the bar of soap, he would
bring his hands around to the front of his trunk, and wash there.
You know? There - his pee-pee.  Most of the time he would just
wash carefully and rinse the soap off, makes sure all the soap
was off of me, and then out of the shower, with a towel rubbed
against out bodies, and we were off to breakfast or dinner -
after we  put some clothes on, of course!

We showered, Ethan and I, for there or four years.  Not every
day, probably two or three times a week.  Not on Sundays.  The
Sunday routine was different.  Ethan was Catholic, Mom was a
Southern Baptist.  Ethan, as far as I knew, went to Mass, while
Mom and I went to First Baptist Church for Sunday school and
Church; different schedules, different shower times.

There was such a routine about it.  We would shower, we would
towel off.  There was never much conversation, unless I forgot to
rinse off the soap well.

When I was nine, my aunt was having a hard time with the
pregnancy.  Near the delivery date, my mom went to Austin to be
with my aunt for the delivery, leaving me and Ethan to fend for
ourselves.  At first, the routine didn't change.  It went on for
a few days, just as it always had.  I came home from school, sat
on the couch and switched on the television.  It was a Friday, so
more than likely Ethan and I would be going out for pizza.

Ethan was a little late, coming in the door, he said, "Hey
buddy!"

"Hi, dad.  How are you?"

"I am beat.  It's been a long day.  I am looking forward to a hot
shower and bed!"

Ethan tossed me the keys to the pick-up.

"I picked up pizza on the way home.  It is in the front seat.
Get it and put it in the oven at 300 to keep it warm, okay?"

"Sure dad."

By the time I was back in the house and put the pizza in the
oven, I heard the water running in the shower.  I immediately
went into my room and shed my clothes, walking to the bathroom.
I walked down the hall and opening the bathroom door, I saw Ethan
standing naked, over the toilet, taking a piss.

I had seen Ethan piss before, so I wasn't shocked or surprised.

"Hey, buddy", he said as he shook the piss from his cock.

For some reason I stared at this cock as if I had never seen it
before.  It was around eight   inches long, and thick; maybe four
or five inches around.  Ethan saw me staring at it.

"Come on over here, buddy."

I walked a few feet across the bathroom and stood next to dad.  I
took a deep breath as I neared him, taking in the smell of him;
the sweat, the piss - god, he smelled earth and musky and
although I didn't understand what I was feeling, or smelling.  My
hand reached over and touched his side, just below his waist.  I
felt something deep inside me I don't remember having ever felt
before.  I felt a strange feeling in my groin, and my cock felt
strange.  I looked down at my cock, and then back to my dad's.  I
breathed deeply again, smelling the sex of my dad.  The smell
made my cock swell.

Ethan looked down at his cock and then mine.  In a low voice I
have never heard before, he said, "Let's get in the shower.  I
hope it isn't too hot for you."

"I don't think so."

I followed dad into the shower and closed the shower door behind
me.   Dad grabbed the bar of soap, I think it was Dial, and began
to soap himself.  Watching dad, I waited for the soap.  Dad was
soaping up his cock, and the thick, black hair that surrounded
it.  Again, my dad saw me staring at his cock.

"Randy?"  He very rarely called me by my name; it was always
Buddy or Sport.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to wash me there?" he said, as he handed me the
soap.

Taking the soap from him, I began to wash the thick hair that
surrounded his cock, and then took the soap and began to soap up
his cock.  As I rubbed his cock, it began to harden, and I
stared, fascinated.

"That feels really good; too good."  Dad turned around and,
leaning against the wall, his ass close to my face, he said,
"Wash my ass with the soap, Randy."

Unsure of what to do next, I followed his directions, and began
to soap his ass - first the left cheek, and then the right,
knowing instinctively to wait and soap the crack of his ass last,
Dad began to move rhythmically as I soaped up his ass, moaning,
"That feels great, Randy".

I continued to use the soap in the crack of his ass, cleaning it,
but longing for the smell of sex that was quickly draining out of
the shower.  Dad continued to thrust his ass forward and back, as
I soaped it.

"Damn, that feels good, boy", he said as he turned around and
faced me.

Well, he didn't exactly face me, his raging hard on did; all
eight thick inches of it was suddenly near my face, "Why does it
do that dad?  What dies it feel like?"

"Well, Randy, that is what happens with a guy gets excited.
Blood fills up the cock and makes the cock hard.  You have seen
the horses up on my Dad's ranch, right.  When the stud mounts the
mare?"

"Yeah Dad.  Oh, it's like that.  You know, I have seen two dogs
going at it over at my friend Ronnie's house.  Only he has two
male dogs."

"Sometimes that is what happens, when two guys are together."

I didn't really hear much of what he was saying.  His big cock
was still too near my face and my attention was focused on that.

"When will my cock get hard like that, Dad?"

"Maybe now?  Let's see"

Dad took the soap from my hand and began to soap me up all over,
lingering on my cock and the crack of my ass.  His hands came
back to my cock often.   As my dad stroked my cock, all I knew
was how good it felt.  He stroked my cock slowly, and began to
soap my ass.  The soap caused his hand to slide over my cock.  My
Dad was working the soap between the cheeks of my ass.  He took
his time with my ass while he stroked my cock.  Dad dropped the
soap onto the shower floor.  I could feel his hands kneaded my
ass, and his fingers feeling my chute.  Dad stroked my slick,
soapy cock smoothly.  My cock began to harden, fill with blood.
I felt a head rush, and I thought I was going to faint.

Dad took his hand away, first from my ass, and then my cock.

"Hold on there Randy.  Let's rinse off."

I shook my ahead to wake up from the sexual stupor I was in.  I
didn't want my dad to stop, but I rinsed off and followed my dad
out of the shower, where he handed me a towel, and then took one
for himself.

"Hey, let me do that for you," and he took my towel and began to
dry me off. He started with my back, and under my arms.  In my
heightened awareness of everything manly about my dad, I could
feel his breath on my body, giving me goose bumps.

"Cold," he asked?

"No."

He dried my hair, my legs, and the cheeks of my ass.  My cock was
still hard, getting harder, as my dad's hands slid over my body.
Every time his hands torched my bare skin, I felt as though I
were on fire.

"That's quite a hard on you have there boy!"

"A what?"

"When your cock is hard like that," he said looking down at my
now erect cock, "you call it a hardon."

"But it isn't as big as yours?"  Half disappointment, half
question.

I looked at my cock.  Was it really a part of me?  It had never
done this before, that I knew of.  It was not nearly the size of
my Dad's cock.

"Give it some time.  You are only nine.  I am twenty-eight," he
sighed, thinking how old he was.

I looked at my cock.  Dad had all ready explained to me about not
being circumcised.  Like him.  My cock was about five inches at
nine, and about three inches around.  Even I realized it was
thick for a nine year old.

"Let me see that cock?" Dad said, as he took it in his hand.  I
jumped.  The hotness of his hand against the hotness of my cock
startled me.

My dad said, "Relax", and leaned me up against the wall, and
stroked my cock up and down.  Not knowing what to do, my body
relaxed as the heat that was my dad's hand moved me close to a
euphoric state.

"Look's good enough to eat," my dad said, and wrapped his lips
around my cock.

"Oh god!"

Slowly, my dad's mouth sucked on my cock.  He massaged the cheeks
of my ass and sucked my cock some more.  I thought I was going to
fall down, and my knees buckled.

"Lay down on the bathroom rug," my dad said in a low, gruff voice
that was unfamiliar to me.  I lie down on the bath mat, and once
again my cock was in my dad's mouth.  As he sucked me, he lifted
my legs up, bending them at the knee, and began fingering my ass
again.  Slowly my ass was opening up for him.  I was taking deep,
ragged breaths; my heart was racing.  Ethan sucked my cock faster
and faster.  My nine year old body was on fire.  I writhed in
ecstasy, feeling things I had never felt before,

My dad's mouth left my cock, "Feel good, baby?  Want me to stop?"

I shook my head no.

"That's good.  Now my baby boy can shoot his first load for his
daddy!"

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing.  My dad's mouth was back
on my cock, sucking and pulling and loving my cock with his
mouth.  My dad showed his love for me by introducing me to male
on male sex.  My god it was great!  My eyes rolled up and back
into my head as my dad brought me closer and closer to the brink
of cumming.  I started to beat his shoulders as the cum started
to shoot like fire into his mouth.  I gasped and my dad swallowed
my first load of jizz.

My dad lifted me off the floor, walked out of the bathroom, down
the all, into my parent's bedroom.  The bedclothes, all ready
turned down, my dad laid me in the bed and tucked me in, where I
fell into the most peaceful sleep you can imagine.  Later, my dad
told me that I had shot a big load for a nine year old boy who
had never cum before.

When I awakened, Dad was sucking my cock.  Seeing that I had
awakened, my Dad took his mouth off my cock, and spreading my
legs, lifted my knees over his shoulders.  With both hands he
separated the cheeks of my ass, and began to lick my asshole.  My
whole body shook as if an electric wire had been shoved up my
ass, his probing tongue was so fucking hot.

Dad took his mouth off my ass for long enough to ask me, "Does
daddy's baby boy like that?"

Not having an answer, and being unable to speak, I just pushed
his head back down on my asshole.  My dad ate my ass as if he
were a starving dog, lapping at my boy pussy as if it were a last
meal.

Lifting his head from my anus, "Damn, baby boy, you have the
sweetest ass."

I must have frowned with disappointment,

"Don't worry baby boy.  Daddy's not finished with your boy pussy
yet.  Not by a long shot.

Ethan got off the bed and stood over me, his eight inch cock once
again near my face.

"It's so big!"

"The better to fuck you with," he said.  "But first you gotta
suck my cock, Randy."

"How do I do that?"

"For a little faggot like you, Randy, it will come naturally.
Kiss it."

I leaned up and sat on the edge of the bed.  His cock, inches
from my face, my mouth.  I leaned into his crotch, smelling
deeply.  Taking all of Ethan's essence into my being.  I wanted
more and instinctively, I knew how to get it.  I kissed the tip
of his cock.  The head of his cock was swollen and big.  I kissed
it again.  With my tongue, I licked it, somehow knowing I was
teaching my Ethan.

"You little cock teaser!"  He laughed and pushed my head down on
his cock, opening my mouth I took as much of him into my mouth as
I could get, choking on his huge cock.

"Choke on it you little faggot!"

I just started sucking.  Craving his cock, whatever it held for
me, I wanted it.  As my dad had sucked my cock, I began to suck
his.  As my dad had stroked my cock while he sucked me, I stoked
his cock with my right hand, sliding my mouth up and down his
cock.  As I had, my dad's breath became ragged.

"Suck my cock baby.  Suck your daddy's cock, pussy boy!"

I didn't slow my attention to my dad's cock down at all.  I
sucked his cock and rubbed his hairy balls.  As I sucked him, I
realized how hard my cock was.  I had a swell hardon, and it
needed some attention.  My dad placed both of his hands on the
back of my head.

"Yeah, sweet baby, daddy's gonna fuck your sweet little face.",
and holding my head in his hands, he fucked my face, choking and
gagging me.  But I loved his cock.  I wanted it.  I started to
play with my own cock.

"That's it baby.  Jack yourself off while daddy fucks his little
boys face!"

I tried, but I was so excited by the way my dad's cock felt
inside my mouth, I couldn't think about jacking off.

"Oh I am so close Randy.  So fucking close to cumming!"  As dad
said this, I looked up, seeing what I thought was pain.

"Am I hurting you dad?"

"No baby, it feels fucking great,"!  Daddy began to jack off his
cock, fast in jerky motions.

"Here it cums, pussy boy, I am going to shoot this fucking load!"

No sooner had Dad said that, he positioned my face in front of
his cock.  Suddenly I felt a hot liquid shooting all over my face
and lips.  God it was hot and smelled fucking fantastic.  My dad
let out a groaning, "Fuck yeah!"

Falling on me, he licked his cum off my face as he kissed me to
sleep in his arms.

Story by Gapguy713
     c Just For You; c Gapguy713@yahoo.com