Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2019 23:18:58 -0800
From: Jim Selfie <thejimselfie@gmail.com>
Subject: Stepdad Becomes Real Dad - Part 3

Stepdad Becomes Real Dad – Part 3 of 6

By Jim Selfie
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I awoke the next morning to an empty house. Mom was at some meeting at the
hospital and Sal had an early job, I guess. I gulped down coffee in bed as
I flipped through my pics from the night before: image after image of my
face and chest plastered with Sal's clumpy white cum. My left hand worked
my throbbing erection as I scrolled, replaying every sweet detail of his
thick stepdad cock and copious load. My left eye was still bloodshot, a
souvenir of Sal's intense cum bath.

After I shot my morning load, I had to get ready for school in a mad
rush. The day flew by— mostly because I spent every minute daydreaming
about Sal's cock. I lost count of my boners, and at one point in sixth
period had to excuse myself to the boy's room for a quick and violent
wank. My milky jizz rolled down the bathroom stall wall, reminding me yet
again of Sal's impressive cum blast the night before.

I was both excited and terrified to see him that night. Mom was home when I
arrived, but it was several hours before Sal joined us. The sun had already
set by the time his truck roared into the garage. Mom went to meet him
there, and I stole into the nearby alcove to eavesdrop on their
conversation. If Sal was going to tell Mom about last night, this was
likely the moment. I took a deep breath and strained to hear:

"Sal, honey you're late. We had to start dinner without you."

"S'okay baby. Give us a kiss."

There was a lewd slurp, followed by Mom's laugh. "You old lush! You smell
like IPA," she said, more amused than mad. "Been with the boys, I take it?"

"Yup... but now I'm ready to be with the girls!"

Mom yelped with laughter as they retreated upstairs. I ducked into the
alcove out of sight, burning with jealousy. Maybe he wasn't going to
tell... which at the moment didn't make me feel much better. I spent the
next hour alone in front of the TV, my eyes on the screen but my mind on
Sal in bed upstairs.

I didn't see him the rest of that night or the next day. He started a new
contract working an overnight job to repair a patch of highway just outside
of town— it lasted through the week and kept him out of the house from
the time I came home from school to the time I left for it again. "I hate
these hours," Mom muttered one night at dinner. "But it's good money, Sal
says, and he really wants to buy that boat." I nodded glumly and forked my
peas, remembering Sal's overtures about the fishing boat he was going to
buy after his next few big jobs. I pictured us out on an isolated lake,
just the two of us, and my cock jumped in my briefs.

That week Mom and I settled into our old routine, just like things were
before Sal came along. Only now I genuinely missed the guy— and not just
as a sex object. The house felt different without him, big and empty.

Saturday morning I was almost surprised to find him at the breakfast table,
newspaper in hand, in his usual weekend-wear of white t-shirt and plaid
flannel lounge pants.

"Morning, bud!" he said brightly. "Long time no see."

I smiled wide, relieved to hear his casual tone. If he was upset about the
last time we saw each other it sure didn't show. "Morning Sal. Where's
Mom?"

"Had a staff meeting at the hospital."

"On a Saturday?" I croaked, blearily pouring coffee.

"Yup, looks like they're changing her shift again. She made the breakfast
casserole thing."

I joined him at the table, choosing the chair directly next to his. "Maybe
later. How was your night job?"

"Fuckin' hell," he replied with a rueful smile. "But I'm one step closer to
that boat," he added with a wink.

I grinned. It really was good to see him. But his wink reminded me of a
similar image, in the cache of pics on my phone and laptop: my face coated
in this man's cum, one eye covered in a splatter of his thick cream... my
kind of wink. My morning wood returned with a vengeance.

"What's up for you today, bud?"

"Umm... this?" I chuckled. "Maybe video games. Maybe mall. I dunno."

"Maybe homework?"

I peered at him out of the corner of my eye. "Mmm... maybe not."

We settled into a comfortable silence, him flipping through the newspaper
and me sipping my coffee. Then:

"Chase?"

"Yeah?"

"About the other night... in your room."

Here it was. My face blushed scarlet, my eyes fixed on the wood grain of
the breakfast table. I gulped down a mouthful of coffee, as warm as the
jizz I sucked off Sal's cock the night in question.

"...Yeah?"

"I'm... I'm really sorry about that, bud." He set the newspaper down and
looked at me fully. My eyes met his— warm hazel, crinkled with concern
and regret. He brushed his thumb and forefinger over his bushy black
mustache (a nervous habit I found adorable) and swallowed hard.

"I didn't mean to... to do that," he continued uncomfortably. "To uh... I
mean, I didn't mean to... to..."

"Cum on me?"

This time it was Sal's turn to blush. He looked away, his expression
pained. "Uh, yeah... that. And I just... I have no excuse for it, bud, and
if I confused you, or scared you, or made you feel like..."

He trailed off, looking utterly forlorn. My heart ached for him— not
only was he not mad at me, but he was beating himself up over the whole
thing! He thought I was emotionally scarred or something. I gave him a
reassuring smile and smacked his arm playfully. "Sal, no need to
apologize. I'm all good, man!"

He looked up, hopeful. "Really?"

"Yeah!" I chirped brightly. "I mean, you totally made me feel better about
myself. I was so down on my looks, worried about what other people thought
of me, but you were there for me. You talked me through it and you showed
me everything was okay."

I watched as my words made him bloom back into his jovial smile. God he was
so... easy.  "You mean that, bud?" he asked. "Cause I've been feeling like
shit about how I handled the whole thing."

"You handled it great," I assured him, my mind flashing back to how I
handled him. "Thanks, Sal."

We smiled at each other and my knee brushed his— casual, but purposeful
on my part. Then I added, for good measure: "You didn't tell Mom, did you?"

He snorted, scooping the newspaper back up with a smirk. "Shit no. Guy
stuff, remember?"

I sighed, beaming. Oh, I remembered.

And my next plan was already fully formed.

With things back to normal and Sal between contracts, I had to force myself
to be the cool, casual, well-behaved stepson again. No hint of sexual
tension, no staring, no lingering near the bathroom when he was in it, no
suggestive moves or remarks. We had to settle back into life at home before
I could make my move again.

After a week and a half of being on my best behavior, I started to be
bad. I snuck around the house in secret, using my recently acquired home
improvement knowledge (thank you, internet) to surreptitiously sabotage a
few key household items and appliances.

It started with the garage door. "Damn thing just stopped working," Sal
huffed through a mouthful of scrambled eggs the morning after I disabled
the mechanism.

After breakfast Mom went to work in the garden and Sal retreated to the
garage. I stood in the alcove and listened to him setting up his toolbox
and ladder. A minute later I `happened' to pass by. "Need some help?"

He was high up on the ladder, fiddling with the opening mechanism on the
ceiling. He glanced over his shoulder and nodded. "Yeah, actually. Wanna
hand me that wrench?"

I took him in as I approached: beefy frame extended upwards, his bulging
arms overhead tinkering with the opener. A thatch of dark armpit fur peeked
out of the sleeve of his white t-shirt, his belly button and generous
treasure trail exposed as the hem of his tight shirt rode up to reveal six
inches of manly paunch. I grabbed a wrench in one nervous hand and walked
it to the ladder. "This one?"

"Yep." He looked down to grab it from me and the ladder lurched to one
side, his weight suddenly unbalanced. "Oh shit... almost fell!" he
exclaimed. "Damn ladder."

My eyes flicked to the bent leg of the ladder, another product of my
meddling. "Here, I'll spot you," I offered.

Without waiting for his assent, I got behind Sal and grabbed onto the
ladder. I stepped onto the rungs beneath him, my sneakers planted on the
rung directly below his work boots. My heart racing, I pressed my body into
his and laced my arms around his exposed belly. The fur of his treasure
trail raked against my naked, smooth forearms and sent a pulse of blood to
my cock.

"Uh... thanks bud. Only gonna take a second."

As he worked on the opener above us, my clinging arms began a slight,
gentle downward pressure. Sal's baggy contractor jeans were already two
sizes too big for him— and with his overstuffed wallet in the back
pocket, the ever-present ring of jangling keys on the belt loop, and my
clasped arms all pulling on them, those jeans didn't stand a chance. Sal
huffed and grunted as he applied the wrench to a loosened bolt above us;
all the while I silently adjusted myself lower on the ladder, gently taking
his jeans with me. Slowly, the waistband of Sal's white BVD briefs began to
peek out between the worn denim and swarthy skin above his rump. I inhaled
deeply, my face inches from the cleft of his ass. I smelled laundry
detergent, garage grease, and a hint of Sal's intoxicating musk. I needed
more.

"Ha... careful there, bud. Watch the ladder."

"Oh, right," I mumbled as I readjusted myself on the rickety ladder. I
stepped up again and adjusted my arms around the waist of his jeans, this
time placing my open palms on the exposed skin of his belly. He was warm
and furry, beefy and sexy as fuck. My hard-on pressed into my own jeans as
I started my subtle descent again.

This time Sal's jeans slid down a little easier, over the crest of his
buttocks and down his impressive bubble ass. "Damn pants, always falling
down," Sal muttered, his voice strained by his work. "Hang on bud, almost
done. Remind me to get a belt one of these days, huh?"

"K. I'm just gonna let them fall," I said softly as the jeans slipped from
beneath my dragging arms and slid down his meaty thighs. I was now holding
onto his exposed belly, my face just an inch from his brief-clad ass. His
underwear had slid down a bit too, exposing the top inch and a half of his
hairy asscrack. I dipped my nose into the dark cleft and inhaled
deeply. There it was: that nutty, testosterone-laden scent I had sampled at
our previous encounter. A low rumble crept into my throat as I gripped him
tighter and breathed in a second hit.

"Fucking... stupid... how did this... arrgh!" Sal grunted above me. He
jerked the wrench free of the opening mechanism and the sudden movement
made the ladder lurch violently. We quickly adjusted our weight, shuffling
our feet on the rungs. But the brief moment of imbalance jostled my face
directly into Sal's crack, my nose pressed into the white cotton fabric
over his furry hole. I kept my face there even as our balance restored. Sal
tensed up in my arms, keenly aware of my face in his ass. He cleared his
throat, suddenly still. I huffed his aroma again, noting that this time it
was mixed with the earthy smell from his asshole. I sighed into the fabric,
my hot breath exhaling through the cotton and into his hairy crack.

Sal grunted. "Uh, bud?"

I sniffed sharply, as if awaking from a doze. The heady scent of his ass
filled my nose one more time before I reluctantly pulled away and gazed up
his back. "Sorry, I was holding on tight! Thought we were both gonna fall."

I readjusted my arms as Sal continued his work. He was starting to get a
little sweaty, his swarthy skin now moist in the cramped heat of the
garage. I continued a subtle downward pull at his waist, dragging the
stretched elastic waistband of his underwear over the furry mounds of his
ass cheeks. Now the top half of his crack was exposed, forested with curly
black hairs that grew thicker near his obscured asshole. My cock was
spewing pre-cum as I let my nose dip down into the space between his
underwear and his opening. The scent was stronger here, with no fabric in
the way, and I couldn't help but bump my nose into his impressive ass
mounds as I tried to get a closer whiff. Sal shifted uncomfortably and
redoubled his efforts on the garage opener.

"Almost there, bud," he said with a strained voice... and so was I. Sal's
exertion had coated him in a sheen of manly sweat— I watched as a
trickle formed on the small of his back and cascaded down into his crack,
disappearing into the thatch of dark hair. The tangy scent of ball sweat
wafted up from his crack and hit my nostrils like a drug. My hands began to
caress his exposed belly, tracing their way up under his white t-shirt. I
loved the feel of his fur, slightly damp with sweat, running between my
spread fingers. Sal coughed above me and I knew it was now or never.

I stretched my right leg off to the side, purposefully throwing us and the
ladder off balance. Sal yelped in surprise as the ladder jerked violently
to the side. I took the opportunity to bury my face in his sweaty ass,
diving nose first right into his exposed crack. Ass hair tickled my cheeks
as I pressed my face in further, skin-on-skin with his beautiful butt. Sal
jolted forward to balance our weight and his powerful glutes squeezed the
sides of my face, drawing me in even further. My nose connected with his
asshole and I inhaled deeply. The aroma was so strong, so manly, so
forbidden. I nudged my face in further and my lips connected with the tight
pucker of his asslips— our first kiss. I was drunk on his scent, high
from lack of oxygen, and devoid of all reason. My tongue darted out without
warning and slid over his hole, slathering him with my saliva. The taste of
salty sweat, earthy ass, and tangy funk made my raging hard cock spew
instantly. I cried out into Sal's hole as I came, hands-free, my tongue
darting around his puckered flesh. A sudden shift in Sal's position made
his cheeks spread and his tight virgin hole blossomed open for one
beautiful moment. My tongue entered him instantly, connecting with the
velvety walls of his inner anus. Sal grunted and his hole clamped down,
asslips squeezed around my invading tongue. It was the best French kiss I
had ever experienced and the whole thing lasted maybe two, three seconds.

"Holy shit!" Sal breathed. "Bud, is that your... are you...?"

I speared my tongue into him one last time as my crushing orgasm
subsided. I savored the flavor inside him, that manly hormonal tang with a
hint of salty sweetness. I hadn't even realized that in our `accidental'
moment, my hands had darted up under Sal's shirt and connected with his
hairy nipples. My fingers were clamped around both of his dark nubs,
squeezing them to erection without even knowing it. It took all the
restraint I had to finally pull my face out of Sal's orifice and release
his erect nipples with a self-conscious chuckle.

"Oh my God... I'm so sorry Sal!" I lied between shallow breaths. "I thought
we were gonna fall and I just... just grabbed on for dear life, I guess!"

"Uh... s'okay," he said hesitantly. "I could tell you were freaked, you
screamed right into my ass!"

He laughed, and I joined him. But there was nothing funny about the way I
felt. I was overwhelmed with lust, hungry for more of Sal's delicious
ass. I swallowed a mouthful of drool (spiced with stepdad hole) and took
one last, longing look at Sal's damp, hairy asscrack. "Here, sorry man." I
took the waistband of Sal's briefs and snapped it up over the top of his
rump. Sal cleared his throat in answer. A second later the garage door
buzzed to life and started to open.

"Bingo!" said Sal. We descended the rickety ladder (especially difficult
for Sal, with his jeans pooled around his ankles) and surveyed our
handiwork. I covered my crotch with both hands, hoping he wouldn't notice
the dark wet spot of spent load in my jeans. But as Sal bent to pull up his
pants, I gazed longingly at his bubble ass— and could have sworn I saw
his semi-hard cock tenting his white briefs before he re-buttoned his baggy
jeans.

"Thanks for the help, bud."

"My pleasure," I said lightly as I sauntered off.

And that was only part one of Operation: Help Out.

(Okay so the name was lame but the plan was pretty clever.)

Next up was the upstairs bathroom sink. One day it just stopped working
(all part of the plan) and Sal determined to fix it after work.

I was there, prepped and ready, when his truck roared into the garage that
afternoon. He was just off a messy demolition job and was coated head to
toe in soot, dust, and dried man-sweat. I met him in the alcove near the
garage, noting the weariness on his handsome mustached face.

"Hey, Sal!"

"Hey Chase. How was school?"

"Kinda boring. How was work?"

"Messy as fuck!" he swore. Sal only cursed like that when he knew Mom was
not around— her new shift at the hospital had her working late most
evenings so we both knew we were alone.

"Well, hate to bug you right after work but uh... could you fix my sink? I
have a thing tonight and I really need to get ready."

"What's the thing?"

I blinked.

"What's the thing?" he repeated. "The thing you have tonight?"

My cheeks flushed. I hadn't expected him to ask! "Uh... well, if you must
know," I stalled, "Uh... I... have a date."

Sal cut a lascivious grin. I never went on dates, with anyone, a topic of
constant conversation with him and Mom. "Ohhh shit look at you, bud!
Special girl?" He winked, then as a concerned afterthought: "Or
uh... Special... special, uh..."

I watched him squirm a moment before I spared him. "No one special. But I
gotta look good. And I need that sink."

Sal sighed and ran a dirty hand through his dark curls, flecked with
sawdust. "Can I shower first?"

I shuffled uneasily. "Well, I'm sort of in a rush..." My face
brightened. "Unless I can get ready in your bathroom while you shower."

I watched the memory flicker behind his eyes: the night I stepped into the
shower with him and first experienced Sal's naked body. He shook the idea
off. "Nah, I'll fix it. Let me get my tools."

"Can I help?" I asked sweetly.

Sal's expression darkened. This was less than a week after I'd `helped' in
the garage and the memory of my spontaneous rimjob was still fresh for both
of us. "Nah, I'll... take care of it. It's a pretty simple job. But thanks,
bud."

I bit my lip. The truth is, it wasn't going to be a simple job... I had
made sure of that. Using every tool at my disposal (i.e. Sal's tools) I had
royally screwed up the pipes under the bathroom sink. He was going to need
my help whether he wanted it or not. Besides, Operation: Help Out was all
about being helpful.

"It's okay, I don't mind," I said brightly. "It'll go faster if we both
work on it, right? Let's head up now, you'll be on the couch with a beer in
five minutes." I paused and looked him up and down. "Okay, fifteen
minutes. If you sit on the couch before you shower Mom will chop your balls
off."

He laughed as he removed his muddy work boots and sweaty socks. I lingered
close by to enjoy the whiff of sour, daylong sock-sweat that rose from his
sore feet. We trudged up the stairs together, chatting amiably about our
respective days. When we arrived in the upstairs bathroom he saw that I had
already cleared my stuff out of the cabinet under the sink. Sal was just
about to slide under to take a look when I stopped him.

"Wait... are you gonna lay on the floor to get under there?"

Sal nodded. "Yeah that pipe is pretty far back, I gotta get under it and as
close to the wall as I can."

I scrunched up my nose, eyes flicking over his grungy work clothes. "Hey,
uh... I sort of just cleaned in here and could you maybe not, um... sorry
dude but your clothes are a mess!" Sal peered down at himself and we both
chuckled.

"Just take 'em off. Throw 'em in my hamper," I offered.

Sal hesitated. "Uh..."

"It's fine," I reassured as I grabbed the hamper and brought it to
him. "I'll put them in the laundry later." I opened the empty hamper and
looked at him expectantly.

Sal considered for a moment. My objection to his nasty apparel came as no
surprise— my picky cleanliness was legendary around our house. He was
grateful enough for my weekly housecleaning binges, so I figured he'd be
willing to follow my example and keep the place spotless... and I was
right. Sal slowly reached for the hem of his t-shirt. I followed its
trajectory over his belly (manly paunch, dark treasure trail, deep belly
button) and his chest (thickly furred, quarter-sized dark areola, pencil
eraser nips). When it was fully removed and tossed in the hamper, the
outline of the shirt still remained: it was the only clean part of him, in
deep contrast to his dirt-streaked arms and neck.

"Pants, too? Sorry to be such a pest, but..."

Rather than argue, he simply let out a tired sigh and reached for his
fly. Callused, filthy fingers unfastened the button and dragged down the
zipper with an audible zzzzzip. His baggy jeans fell away as soon as he let
them go, the dirty denim pooling around his muscular calves. Sal stepped
out of them clumsily. I took the liberty of bending to pick them up (making
sure to grab by the inner crotch, savoring his warmth still inside them,
dipping my head to subtly sniff their sweaty innards) and added the jeans
to the hamper.

Sal now stood before me clad only in sweat-stained tighty whities; a
picture of blue collar perfection. He brushed his thumb and forefinger over
his bushy black mustache, adorably self-conscious.

"Thanks," I uttered, my mouth suddenly dry.

Sal wasted no time. He crouched down with a pen light and inspected the
area, then sat on the white tile floor and laid back. His head ducked under
the sink and he let out a breathy sigh as his back hit cold floor. With the
top half of his torso in shadow under the sink, I was free to take in the
parts of him I so rarely saw: his meaty thighs matted with dark hair, the
generous bulge in his stretched and yellowed undies. He drew his knees up
to place his smelly feet on the floor, legs spread wide. I had a prime view
of his beefy asscheeks smashed into the tile, stretching the worn cotton to
its limit. His egg-sized balls lolled down low in their sack, bulging out
over his exposed taint.

"Hey bud! Did ya hear me?"

I shook out of my reverie. "Huh?"

"Hand me the pipe wrench, will ya?"

I did as I was asked and listened to him work for a while. He swore
intermittently, confounded by first the water valve and then the drainage
issues. I was now at full mast, loving every second of his beefy body
squirming on the bathroom floor. I snapped two surreptitious pics on my
phone and then enacted phase two.

"Hey bud can you hand me the— whoa, are you naked?"

Not exactly... but my shirt and pants were now folded on top of the
hamper. "I don't want to get my clothes dirty. Date, remember?" I said
casually. "I have socks and underwear on," I added, as if this was the most
normal thing in the world.

Sal peered at me from under the sink, face shrouded in shadow. He cleared
his throat. "Got it. Hand me the light, will you?"

I did, and then knelt beside him to watch. Our naked legs were an inch
apart— as I leaned in to look closer, I rested my thigh against
his. "What's the damage, boss?"

"Not sure how," Sal grunted, "but this sink is totally fucked. Must have
been installed wrong."

"Hmm." I reached over his prone body and placed a hand on the cold tile to
prop myself up. I was now sort of draped over Sal, my side pressed against
his warm, furry belly.

"Damn... thing..." Sal growled, his voice strained with exertion. There was
a clang of metal on metal and Sal cursed violently.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Fucking bolt is tight as hell. I'm having trouble getting this off."

I bit my lip, loving his dirty talk. "Can I help?"

Without waiting for a response, I half-stood and readjusted my position. I
held onto the sink as I lowered myself directly onto Sal's body, my thighs
resting on either side of his torso.

"Chase, wha— uh, what are you—"

"Here, I'll grab it from this end and pull with you. Ready?"

I reached under the sink and grabbed onto Sal's hands, firmly wrapped
around the pipe wrench. We sat there in silence for a brief moment, me
straddling my stepfather, both of us only in underwear, in a very nearly
sexual position.

Jackpot.

Sal grunted his assent. "K. On three?"

We counted down and pulled on the wrench together. He pushed his weight
into the handle while I pulled, both of us trying to wedge it toward me. We
strained together, with just a hint of give on the wrench that showed our
efforts were working (and me personally pleased at how well my amateur pipe
soldering held up).

Sal grunted and redoubled his efforts. He planted his feet firmly on the
floor for leverage and pushed up, thrusting his weight (and crotch) toward
me. At the same time, I pulled back at about half strength, not in a rush
to get this job done, and let my body rest against his. The result was me
sitting back on him, my ass spread open right over his crotch. Though two
layers of fabric prevented our genitals from making contact, I was thrilled
to feel his bulge right against my ass, both of us grinding together as we
pushed and pulled.

After nearly a minute we stopped in unison and breathed heavily, both of us
starting to sweat. "Almost got it," I encouraged. "Let me adjust my grip."
I let go of his hands and sat up, reluctantly removing my ass from his
crotch, and shuffled forward a bit. As I did, I reached back with one hand
and found the tiny hole in the seat of my undies— the one I had cut,
with scissors, for this very occasion. Sal continued to push on the wrench,
none the wiser as I stuck two fingers in the hole and stretched it out
further. His grunts and groans covered the soft rip of cotton as I expanded
the hole in my briefs to a gaping tear centered right over my pink virgin
asshole. When I grabbed onto Sal's hands again my cock was painfully hard
and straining against my briefs.

"One... two... three!"

As we strained together a second time, I sat down fully on Sal's upraised
crotch with my newly-naked butt— and was surprised to feel a fullness
beneath Sal's briefs that had not been there before. Now only one layer of
cotton stood between my puckered hole and the thickening tube of Sal's
cock. I mashed my butt into him, humping him, raking my bare, quivering
hole over the piss-stained cotton covering my prize. My efforts were
working; I felt Sal's cock gradually fill up, rising to meet my ass higher
with each thrust.

"Almost... got it...!" I said through clenched teeth. Sal pushed against
the wrench with all his might, anxious to get out of this compromising
position.

Now we were both covered in sweat, our naked flesh sliding against each
other more easily. I gripped my stepdad with my thighs, enveloping his
beefy body with my strong legs. The odor rising from him egged me on
further: the rank smell of his pits, dappled with drops of acrid sweat, his
unwashed crotch and taint still reeking from a hard day's work. His natural
scent got stronger with every strain, every push and pull on that stubborn
wrench. It drove me wild and went right to my head. As Sal redoubled his
efforts on the wrench, I redoubled my efforts on him. My thighs slapped
against his sweaty belly as I slammed my bare ass down onto him
repeatedly. His cock was fully hard now, an obscene tent in his sweaty
cotton briefs. It jabbed into my ass with every downward thrust, making
contact with my hungry hole again and again. The wetness I felt in my butt
crack was a mixture of sweat (his and mine) and the generous flow of
pre-cum I just knew was soaking through his briefs. Our manly grunts of
exertion became something else as, for all intents and purposes, we fucked
without fucking.

I think it was pure sexual fervor that caused me to make my next move—
which I had prepared for, but reserved only as a last resort. I let go of
the wrench with one hand and reached over to the designated pipe,
previously rigged. With one good yank, it pulled away from its coupling and
a torrent of cold water shot out full blast under the sink.

"Gaaah!" Sal cried, instantly drenched. "Aw shit, the water main! Water's
still on!"

His words were garbled by the uncontrolled spray that drenched us both in
an instant. Though the water was cold, I was still on fire, lost in a
sexual haze as I rode my stepdad for all I was worth. "Oh shit!" I cried
over the roar, even as I continued to hump him. "What do we do?!"

Sal choked and struggled as he reached for the valve. "Gotta— ack!
Fucking valve is stuck!"

His body wriggled beneath me, giving me a chance to grind lewdly against
his cock. Sal was so distracted by the overwhelming spray of water that he
barely noticed. I was free to fully perv out on him... but I knew my time
was short. Sal sputtered beneath me, cursing as he struggled. I abandoned
all attempts to help. I didn't care that a growing puddle was spreading out
over the clean bathroom floor. I didn't care that Sal threw a now-muddy arm
over my thigh in an attempt to gain leverage, leaving a streak of sooty
muck on my torn underwear. I was drunk on lust, horny for my near-naked
stepdad as he writhed beneath me.

We were practically fucking already... I just took it one step further.

I reached behind me and, in one swift motion, pulled down the waistband of
Sal's underwear. It was a bold move, but totally lost on Sal in his
distracted state. He didn't even notice as the stretched elastic waistband
came to rest beneath his hefty balls, now pulled up tight to his body
thanks to the frigid water.

He did notice, however, when I squatted down onto him again.

Now there was no layer of pesky wet cotton between us. It was skin on skin,
his flared cockhead drooling pre-cum directly onto my exposed asshole. I
felt him jolt beneath me as we connected, man to man. Sal's face shot up,
streaked with mud, beads of dirty water in his bushy mustache. Our eyes
met, both of us pumped with adrenaline. He glimpsed down to see I was now
fully drenched by the back spray, my white undies completely translucent,
my hard teen cock pressing lewd and pink against the soaked fabric. He
could see that I was wearing underwear and yet he knew that his cock had
just connected, somehow, with my warm ass flesh.

"Fuck, the water's everywhere!" I yelled, pretending to care. "Can't you
shut it off?!"

Sal tore his gaze away from me and returned his focus to the (soldered)
water valve.

It was now or never.

I placed my hands on Sal's meaty pecs, resting my weight on his powerful
chest. My thumb and forefingers naturally found their way to his dark
nipples, hard as pebbles. I tweaked them as I relaxed my thighs and sat
back.

I'll never forget that feeling... the feeling of the first time.

I hadn't really planned for it, although somewhere in the back of my mind I
suppose I hoped it would happen. I had certainly left a thick layer of
Vaseline in my hole after my afterschool jerk-off, which came in handy as
my asshole lowered onto Sal's cock. This was no gentle nudge like the first
time our private parts connected: this was me resting my full weight on my
stepdad's boner, giving his hard and mighty cock nowhere to go but up. One
moment I felt his dewy cockhead against my virgin hole, and the next moment
my hole was no longer virgin. Sal's rigid boner stood still as my pert teen
ass did all the work, lowering onto him and swallowing his cock inside my
lubed and velvety hole. My ass opened up to him naturally, hungry and
inviting. I felt no pain, only euphoria, as my well-prepped ass took its
very first cock, enveloping half of Sal's thick uncut seven and a half
inches in one thrust.

"Uuuh!" Sal groaned as he slid up into me. "Wha...?"

Our eyes connected again. He had a perplexed look on his handsome face, his
wet mustache twitching atop his quivering lip. He had just slid into the
tightest hole he'd ever experienced and we both knew it. But Sal was in
shock, distracted by the catastrophic pipe burst, utterly disbelieving that
his erection was now lodged inside his stepson's anus. I don't think he
fully registered it even as I sank down, my eyes never leaving his, and
took the remaining half of his hard-on deep inside my hole.

"Hurry Sal!" I urged. "The room is flooding!"

Sal sputtered, completely conflicted. One hand reached for the water valve,
the other grasped my ass cheek with sudden force. His thick digits dug into
the tender milky flesh of my rump; for a moment I thought he might try to
throw me off. Since I figured this may be my last chance, I ground my
pelvis into him even more. His wiry bush massaged my taint as I took him
fully, stuffed with every inch of my sexy stepdad's raw cock. I had never
felt happier in my entire life. I flexed my ass tight, wordlessly thanking
him for giving me his dick. If he had yanked me off of him in that instant
and that was all I ever got, I'd still die a happy man.

But Sal did not throw me off of him.

Instead he roared, his eyes rolling back in his head as I worked my anal
cavity around his cock. His head lolled backward and splashed into an
accumulated inch of water. For a moment all the tension left his body and
he surrendered to the taboo pleasure of my hole. He lay there beneath me,
fully relaxed except for his throbbing cock. Then he shot up, like a man
possessed, and gripped the stubborn water valve with both hands and a manly
scream.

"Fuck... this... uhhh... fuck!"

Sal cursed and grunted, groaned and strained. His mission was to shut off
the water but there was no doubt where his real exertion lie. And as I
started to ride him— truly ride him— we both knew exactly what was
happening. This was a point-of-no-return moment. This wasn't some accident,
some casual slip of a face into an ass during a home improvement
project... which, to be fair, was clearly no accident in the first
place. This was real now.

I was fucking my stepdad.

My stepdad was fucking me.

To be more specific, my stepfather had just popped my cherry. He was taking
my anal virginity and I was offering it to him gladly.

To be even more specific, my handsome stepfather Salvatore Hernandez had
his raw uncut cock— the same cock that had been fucking my Mom for
years— buried as deep in my ass as it could go.

"Oh... fuck this... fuck this thing... fuck!"

Sal's curses grew more strained as I bounced on him. The water was still
spraying and so was Sal's pre-cum— I could feel it coat my insides,
providing extra lubrication for us both. I was opening up to his invading
cock, able to ride more easily and faster with each thrust. I pictured his
foreskin dragging along my velvety inner walls, sheathing and unsheathing
his fat swollen cockhead... his piss slit wide open inside me, dumping
pulse after pulse of Sal's copious natural lube into my anus. The thought
of his sperm swimming around inside me made me throw back my head and cry
out in pleasure. I twisted Sal's nipples viciously as I gyrated on his
cock.

His animal cries rose over the spray of water. "Fuck! Almost... fuck!
Almost... almost fucking... there!"

I didn't know if he meant the water valve or his orgasm and I didn't
care. His voice had taken on a low bass rumble; I could feel it in his
diaphragm as my thighs squeezed his manly beef. I flexed my glutes together
on the up thrust and pinched Sal's nipples on the down stroke, producing a
low moan and another shot of pre-cum from Sal. His engorged cockhead
dragged along my prostate, ten times better than my amateur three-finger
masturbation. This was the real deal, a powerful man's cock, bare and raw
and rock hard inside my ass. And I knew I wanted it everyday for the rest
of my life.

It all lasted less than a minute but it was the greatest minute of my life.

Every detail is etched into my memory. The water surged, the floor now
completely covered. Our legs writhed in the puddle. My wet buttocks slapped
into his thrusting thighs, again and again and again. His manly groans, the
way he barked out the word "fuck" over and over. The feeling of fullness
inside me; the satisfaction of a perfect fit. The warmth and hardness of
his tool buried to the hilt. The waves of pleasure emanating from deep
within my ass, where Sal's now eight inch thick cock awakened a part of me
I had never known— but would never forget again.

I was a teenage cock slut and I was about to make my stepdad cum.

"Here goes!" Sal roared.

His cock hardened to its full, impressive girth just before it began to
spew. But in the instant it took for Sal's load to leave his oversized
pulsing nuts and travel through his cock, he did something surprising. He
wrenched the water valve closed, cutting off the torrent of cold water with
a sudden metallic squeal. From there his hands shot down to either side of
my ass, grabbing onto my spread haunches in a double white-knuckled
grip. With one powerful heave, he lifted me off his expanding cock just at
the moment of climax. The bathroom walls reverberated with his inhuman cry,
vicious and guttural, as his greasy cock dragged out of my pre-cum soaked
chute. Sal's fat cockhead slid out of me with an audible `pop!' I had about
half a second to register the sudden emptiness inside me before I felt (and
heard) Sal's hot blast of sperm smack against my gaping hole. He had lifted
me off of him just in time to spray me with his first and most powerful
jets of clotted cum. He held me there, in his firm grip, as another and
another volley of cream bathed my sweaty ass crack.

"Uhhn! Uhhn! God! Fuck! Unnh!" Sal's every exclamation was accompanied by a
shot of cum. Each was as powerful as a stream of piss, expelled from his
cock with a force I had never experienced before. Sal held me still above
him, his powerful arms shaking, veins popped out all over his bulging
muscles as he drained his balls all over my backside.

I squatted over him in stunned silence, two of my own loads already soaking
into the front of my torn undies. I had been orgasming pretty much
continuously throughout our minute of hot raw fucking, even though my cock
remained untouched. To feel Sal's powerful ejaculation now, to watch his
pained face as he expelled a hot load all over his stepson's freshly fucked
ass, was so sexy I almost spontaneously came again.

Of course, I wished more than anything that he had just left his cock
inside me while he shot. I was still in disbelief that he pulled out,
baffled and jealous of the load I almost took in my ass. The thought of
Sal's creamy cum inside me, of his virile swimmers exploring my anal
depths, absorbing into me and becoming part of me... it drove me absolutely
insane with lust. I suddenly fought against Sal's powerful two-handed grip
in an attempt to sit back on his cock. He held me tight, his strength far
superior to mine even in his post-coital stupor. I was only able to kiss
his cockhead with my asslips for a brief moment before he yanked me up
again— but in that moment of connection, I pushed out and opened my hole
as wide as I could. His gaping piss slit, still belching cum, was enveloped
in my widened hole and sent a half-strength jet of Sal's potent cum
straight into me. It was nowhere near enough, but it was better than
nothing.

When it was all over, Sal had sprayed me with eleven shots of impossibly
thick semen. It dripped off my ass in a web of long, interconnected
strings, so packed with sperm it almost looked like melted cheese. His
swearing and cum noises subsided, replaced by shallow breaths and a steady
drip beneath the sink... and beneath my ass.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The near-silence was deafening. Sal's arms finally relaxed and my wet ass
smacked against his softening cock, his load squishing between us.

"I think you better go," he said softly. "I'll clean up the mess."

Sal's head was turned to the side, cheek half-submerged in water, utterly
spent. He couldn't look at me... but I could sure look at him. I savored
the sight of him beneath me one last time— his cheeks flushed from
exertion, his heaving chest covered in dark fur and water droplets, the
swarthy skin soaked and streaked with mud. Then I stood and turned away
without a word.

My no-longer-virgin ass swayed as I sauntered out. Clumpy ropes of cum
clung to my nether regions and torn briefs. A long rope of stepdad jizz
rolled down my thigh and plopped into the inch of water coating the
bathroom floor. I felt no guilt. For the first time in my life, I felt like
a man.

And I knew it was going to happen again.

Only next time, I was going to make him want it.