Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:53:00 -0600 (CST) From: Tom Topher Subject: spying on stepdad The usual disclaimers apply: This is adult material meant for an adult audience. It deals frankly with sex and homosexual relations between men. If this offends you do not read further. This story is the property of the writer who authorizes only nifty and it's mirror sites to post it. If you would like to contact me my e-mail address is klipklop27@yahoo.com. I hope you enjoy! When I was 12 my parents divorced. I didn't take it too hard because my Father was a drunken asshole. We never got along, so I wasn't sorry to see him go. My Mom dated quite a bit, never finding anyone she really liked, until she met Tom. Tom was a geat guy. He had his own construction firm and treated my Mom and I really well. When I was 15 they married and he moved into our house. It wasn't that big of an adjustment having Tom live with us. He previously stayed over quite a bit. He was so considerate to my Mother that he didn't like to use the master bathroom in their bedroom, preferring to use the bathroom I did. The bathroom had a door off the main hall and a door into my room. When he first started using what I considered "my" bathroom, I was a little miffed. I didn't like sharing and had my stuff spread out. Tom didn't need much room, just enough for his shaving stuff and toothbrush. We shared everything else. Eventually it wasn't a big deal; I didn't mind making the sacrifice for Tom. I had to admit that when I met Tom I was as turned on by him as my Mom must have been. He stood about 6"1 and was solid muscle. His most winning feature was his smile. When he smiled he could get anyone to do anything he wanted and he knew it. He often tried it on me and, much to my chagrin, I often found myself giving in to whatever he wanted, usually getting strange emotions along with a stiffy many times. I knew I was probably bi and had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand I knew I had feelings for girls, on the other I might be a fag too and have everyone hate me. I didn't know what to do. Nudity was never a common thing in our house. I don't ever remember getting a look at my old man's cock. My parents had their own bathroom and I never had the opportunity. I saw plenty of dicks on guys my own age in the locker room, but I wanted to see an adult cock. With Tom using the adjoining bathroom, my curiousity peaked. One day I heard Tom striding down the hall toward the bathroom and decided to satisfy my curiousity. The door closed and I took up my position in the key hole. I waited for what seemed like forever for Tom to arrange things and ready himself for a shower. He set out his shaving things and I thought I would never get to see him, when he started to strip. First he took off his shirt giving me a look at his muscular bod. He didn't work out as far as I knew, but had a naturally buff physique. He next took off his pants giving me a nice view of his basket in his tighty whiteys. The shorts were stuffed! I was rewarded for all my efforts when he unceremoniously stripped them off and I gaped in awe of his thick dick and bull ball, low hangers. No wonder my Mom was in a good mood all the time. With that battering ram pummeling her she must have been on cloud nine. Not much happened after this. Tom took a shower, shaved, and then dressed, end of story. I spied on Tom off and on for the next couple of months and aside from the time I saw him with a stiffy, there isn't much more to tell. I kind of got the feeling Tom was uncomfortable around me now and I didn't know why. Whenever we were alone in the kitchen at breakfast he seemed to want to ask me something and it didn't dawn on me until I was shaving in the mirror one morning. I looked into the mirror and at the door to my room. A wave of panic swept over me. I couldn't believe I was so stupid! I thought he wouldn't have been able to notice me because the hole was too small. I realized all those times he kept seeming to glance at me watching him, he really was! I thought I was going to be sick. I didn't know how I would face Tom again. Never did I say anything to Tom nor did I spy on him for a month after that. I was too scared and ashamed. One hot June day I was home alone alone at my computer when Tom came home early from work. He did some things and then came upstairs. He entered my room and we had a normal chat and then he turned to leave, telling me he was going to take a shower. I looked over to see he left my door wide open, I guess for hwat would be coming next. I heard Tom coming down the hall, nothing unusual until, he came into my room stark naked! I almost fell off my desk chair. He asked me if it was o.k., as it was just us guys. I stammered out something that passed for my approval, he shot me one of his trademark smiles, and sauntered off to the bathroom through my door. He left the door open asking me if we could chat while he showered. I said sure, moving to the open door to get a better view. I was always told it was rude to not look someone in the eye when you talked to them. This was unbelievable! Tom and I talked while he got his things ready for a shower. I took mental notes of every time he moved and I saw his perfect ass flex, his cock bob, or any of the other million things that was making my cock strain against my shorts. I hid behind the wall, until I decided to be as brazen as Tom and stand in the center of the door with my cock jutting straight out and dancing in my shorts. Tom was looking at me in the mirror and I saw his eyes drop down to stare at my bulge. He looked for a couple of seconds, then met my gaze. He decided he wanted to be fatherly and have a man to man chat. "When I was your age, I was already having lots of sex. At sixteen I was banging alot of the cheerleaders on our squad and then some. I also, I also kind of did things with some of my friends, when we couldn't find a girl that it. I was always horny. My old man explained to me the importance of precautions though. It's important to use a condom and play safe" he said as he winked. I was even hornier thinking about Tom fucking a girl or even better a guy. I wasn't too sure where things were going. He seemed to take a awhile rummaging in the cabinet. He looked back at me in the mirror. "Did you understand what I said? About condoms? Would you like me to pick you up some?" "That would be o.k., I guess" I answered nervously. "I couldn't help but notice you seem pretty interested in my body. Haven't you ever seen a guys cock before?" I turned beet red and nodded that I had. I didn't want to say that it was his cock I had spied on for the past couple of months. I didn't know what to do so I looked away from him at the floor. "It's o.k., I don't mind. It's perfectly natural. Everyone is curious. For instance, I'm kind of curious to see what that big bulge is all about" he said as he nodded to my crotch. "Want to show me what you've got?" I stood there glued to the floor. Was he serious? Did he really mean that or was he testing me? I smiled goofily at him not knowing what to do. Tom turned from the sink to show me that he had a raging hard on himself. He turned, leaned against the sink, and folded his arms across his chest. "If you're embarrassed, maybe you could look at mine a little closer, until you get up the nerve. I know you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asked with his big smile. I couldn't resist. I inched over to Tom. His one eyed monster stared up at me with a little bit of precum oozing out the tip. I bent down mesmerized. His cock was the most beautiful sight. It was around seven inches, thick, and hard. It was like a rock! Every now and again it bobbed a little. I took it in my shaking hands as if it were a delicate flower instead of the throbbing love tool in need of servicing it was. I marveled at it's numerous veins. I even traced one of the veins with my finger. I played with it for several minutes before jacking it back and forth. Tom sucked in his breath and heaved out a deep, long sigh. "That's it! Nice and gentle. Nice and gentle" Tom instructed me. I jacked it back and forth and was rewarded with a steady stream of pre-cum oozing onto my fingers. I leaned in and tasted the pre-cum. It was salty and delicious I decided and kept the fountain flowing. I picked up my pace and Tom braced himself with his arms on the sink. His head was back and his eyes were closed. "Yeah! That's it! You're doing a good job. Why don't you try tasting it? Put it in your mouth" "Nah, I'm o.k." I told him. He looked at me and smiled, then went back to enjoying me masturbating him. I jacked back and forth for a little while longer when Tom grunted and asked me to pump harder. I complied standing to jack him off a little quicker. Tom told me he was near and I stared at his cock in eager anticipation. He was thrusting his hips to meet my jerks, when all I heard was a loudly panted: "Ah fuck!", and then watched as a jet of cum shot out of his dick and went in all directions. Numerous little blasts of watery liquid gushed into the air and then I counted three long steady volleys of thick, ropy cum splatter my arm and the floor. Tom leaned back, exhausted and sweaty. I looked down on the tile floor at the puddles of white goo. Tom told me not to worry about that, he would clean it up. He thanked me and then did something I'll never forget. He grabbed me to him and gave me a hot, wet, french kiss. It was amazing standing in his strong arms, his wet dick poking into my leg, and his tongue darting around my mouth. We have had many experiences since, but I will always remember that hot kiss!