Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 16:28:32 +0000 From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías Subject: Stepdad Michael - chapter 2 - SESSIONS WITH MICHAEL. Chapter 2 -- SESSIONS WITH MICHAEL. You've come to the internet looking for erotic dreams and you have found this website. Places like nifty are necessary to you to live all kind of sexual fantasies. If you can, make nifty survive and help it with some donations. Read a story of beggars which, for a change, is not a tragedy. It is love, friendship, beauty, liberty and happiness the faces of life which are shown here. You can read my trilogy either in Spanish, Luces de la Tierra, in www.luces-delatierra.blogspot.com.es or in English, Lights of the Earth in www.lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com.es I had to be all that day wanking over my stepdad. I felt fire in my cock and cumming did not calm me. I had to jack off some more times. I think that day I busted my load five times, when I was alone. The memory was arousing and I knew for sure that I was bisexual and I enjoyed masochistic experiences. I even thought of going one step further. But that would be, of course, if he was not embarrassed for what he had done. Both of us had had an incursion in gay sex and I felt sure he had enjoyed but might not accept his own feelings or feel remorseful for thinking he had cheated my mother after all. Nevertheless my feelings were so clear that the next day I was horny all the time and after my working hours I returned home and stripped completely waiting for him. It was a long two-hour wait till I finally felt the key in the door again and I silently prayed that it was not my mother and discover me there buck naked. But fortunately it was Michael again. He smiled at me, approached me and kissed me. He smelled of sweat again. He told me later that he had had a shower yesterday after leaving me, but today the weather was now real summer and he had sweated in his taxi this morning. -Hi, Bernie. I don't know if you want to repeat, but you shook my feelings yesterday. I doubt now that I am heterosexual but well, what I felt was right and I must confess I wanked over you and I am hard again seeing you nude. -Me too, Michael. My balls really ache due to the many times I beat my meat over you and it was so hot to look at my red ass in the mirror. So many times I jacked off that I thought of something else, Michael, and I will tell you. -Tell me. -I would like to see you naked, Sir. I hope you always allow me to call you sir. -Good as far as you have no doubt that I am your friend and you are not my slave. We are friends but you can call me sir. And ok, I will also take everything off. -Then I wanna start jacking you off and make you cum again, my dear friend. Next I hope you spank me again with your hand and with your belt and I am sure I can cum again. And to finish my pleasure and your pleasure, I am willing to give you a blowjob, Michael. -I will let you blow me, but since you have never done it, you can stop if you want, but I have to say two things first. -Tell me, Sir. -First you must understand that I cannot spank you every day. You must give your ass some time to recover its natural white. -I understand, Sir, but please spank me today. -Ok, I will. And the second thing is to remind you that your mother also has a key and she might enter and suddenly surprise us both naked and having sex. So I think we'd better do it in your bedroom. You can bolt the door and in case Edna suddenly came you can tell her you were having a nap buck naked and have bolted the door and I would get under your bed. Do you agree? -We'd better do that, Michael. And we headed to my bedroom and I bolted the door. Just then he told me. -Ok, you are already naked so now I will strip, Bernie. I so desired that moment of seeing his nudity. I was increasingly harder when he first removed his T-shirt. I approached and started to stroke his naked chest. I was not shy for I remembered he had let me touch him yesterday, and I kissed him all the time. I loved the intimacy we were getting. I stroked his crotch and he was fast to take his shoes off. He was wearing no socks. Then he finally dropped his pants and shortly after pulled off his briefs, clean but sweaty. He gave every piece of clothes to me to put on a chair beside my bed, but when I grabbed his briefs, I took then to my nose and sniffed his masculinity. I loved the smell and that made me more certain that I would give him a blowjob today. He was rock hard and then I asked him to sit comfortably on my bed and saying nothing I grasped his dick and started jacking him off. But that hot man still had to surprise me. No sooner I had started pleasing his rod; he grasped my dick and confidently started to jack me off too. -I don't think one day I might desire to suck a cock or to be fucked. But you are my friend and I will not allow you to be the only one who pleases. I can kiss you, touch you and jack you off. -Ok, Michael, I will allow you this as far as you are comfortable with yourself. We are friends and if you don't like it you can tell me. We'd better not have any secrets for each other. But so stoked we were that we did cum too soon, both of us staining the other's hand and I was brave and took my hand into my mouth and tasted his jizz. I was sure I wanted to taste it again after a blowjob. -Spank me now, please Sir. And I lied on the bed exposing him my ass again. He told me he was hard only looking at the red bruises he had left in my ass the day before and was surprised that I desired it even redder. But he took his belt to my mouth and asked me to kiss it again, saying that would be a ritual we would always follow. And just two seconds after I had started to kiss it he unexpectedly started to spank me. I was overjoyed feeling his naked hand on my buttocks again and I started to jack off. I asked him to go on, imploringly. But he knew he could be making my ass brutally red and only spanked me three more times. Then he told me he was gonna use his belt. I took a deep breath and finally that beautiful instrument of torture crashed into my ass cheeks and the harder the pain, the harder I became and knowing he was giving me fun he continued and it was as many as ten blows on my unprotected ass. Of course I was wanking as a lunatic and I knew cumming would be the end of the torture. I did not want the torture to stop but I couldn't help but fill the sheets with a long amount of spunk. He told me that I was cutest when cumming and rewarded me with a long ardent kiss. -Thank you, Michael. Now sit comfortably and be sure I will give you a blowjob now. But I will start tasting your balls. And one more thing: I would also like to taste your pits if you allow me, Sir. -You can, my hot Bernie. Hope you have some fun too now. You can start if you want. I did not hesitate and went straight to his balls. The taste surprised me but I liked it and started moaning and jacking off. I told him. -Let me please explore all the tastes of a dude, Michael. -If you like it, you can be there for as long as you want. You are so hot, Bernie. You know this can be regarded as my selfish pleasure but I'd be calmer if I see you enjoying. -I'm really enjoying, you hot guy. Thank you for allowing me. I want to suck your cock but I will be here a long while first. I love this taste. Just tell me if it is pleasant for you. It's my first time. -Really pleasant, Bernie. And I must confess this is the first time someone licks my balls. Knowing that and hearing how he moaned in ecstasy, I slurped his entire ball sac, and remained there a longer while, but I had to know the taste of a dick at last and take him to heaven. So it was very easy for me to slide slowly up his cock, working methodically in his manhood. And I had then three different feelings: I knew for certain I liked boys too; no more tests would be necessary. I loved the taste of a dirty dick. I knew Michael was covered with sweat and I guessed his dick was sweaty too. But I talked to him then and told him I would always love to have his dick in my mouth and I would love every taste, cleaner or sweatier. My third feeling was enjoying the pleasure I was giving Michael. It was not only the fun I was having giving a blowjob at last, but I felt that pleasing my hot friend would always give me as much pleasure as enjoying cocks. So I told him. -Michael, I hope you let me enjoy giving you at least a blowjob a day. -You can. -Since my ass really needs to recover its natural white, you will not spank me for a few days, but you can keep on coming every day and I will jack you off, blow you at least once and so on. And when I finally make you cum today, my mouth will continue in your cock till you feel like pissing. -Perfect then, Bernie, you can go on. I was doing all kinds of things to please him. I returned to his balls, and licked them more, I continued up his shaft in an untiring repetition, I licked in no hurry his sensitive corona, tasting some of his pre-cum and I gulped it down again and learnt soon to have it deep in my throat and never gag or choke with that sexy rod. It was the best moment in my sexual life so far and I wanted to repeat daily. But I felt him cumming at last. Oh how good the taste of cum is. I became soon addicted and wanted to drink every day. As I had told him I continued in his dick, licking it with affection after he had blasted his load. And just a minute later he started to piss. I gulped down with delectation a new stream of his hot piss. The more I could drink from his sexy fountain, the more I would always need. But at last he was drained. -You see I haven't cum so far Michael, even if I haven't stopped jacking off. But it is because the smell of your pits is calling me to be wilder now and pump my dick with its smell that's making me so horny. Now I wanna feel the taste. He was there then lying spread-eagled and I did at once what I was dying to do. I started at his right pit. I loved to be touching sweat with my tongue, I loved to be touching his scarce armpit hair but the fragrance was so enjoyable that all my doubts, if I still had any, died in that moment. That scrumptious smell was the best perfume I had ever smelled. -Oh, please, please Michael, if you want to keep on having sex with me, you must allow me to lick your pits every day. -You don't know how horny you turn me, and how cute you look with the arousal you are showing, my hot Bernie. I will have to reconsider some things after today for I really enjoy it with you. Ok, be there all the time you want. That smell and taste was a life-changing experience for me and I had to tell him. -I want to cum with both your pits, I cannot help it. So ok, I'm cumming now. I filled the sheets with a long stream, the longest one I remembered and with no hesitation I moved to his right pit now and started beating my meat stronger. I had always felt tired when cumming and I also told him that. -But not today, not with you Michael, not with this delicious manly smell. I don't remember how long I was enjoying his left pit now but it was a long time. He congratulated me once and again and told me he would always feel calm watching my aroused face. And at last and screaming as if I were possessed, I busted a new load that made my sheets a lake of jism now. "Thank you, thank you, Michael", I repeated. -I'm glad you are having so much fun with me. Now I will put my clothes back on and leave you. And ok, tomorrow I will not spank you but I will return and we can jack each other off, naked, kissing and touching, you can give me a new blowjob and lick my pits again. But I want to tell you something more. On Friday it will be your mother's birthday and we will have a party in the town swimming-pool and of course you are invited too. I hope both of us can hide what we are feeling. -Of course, I will go Michael. I hope you come to my house too these three days before the party. And he did come and in those three days he stayed for hours and we talked of many things as friends do. I started the day jacking him off. He pissed me all the times he needed to relieve his bladder. I gave him at least a blowjob a day and relished in the scent of his pits, always sweaty in that torrid summer. I also learnt to enjoy the taste of his feet and his ass. It was heaven to have sex with that hot man. But finally Friday arrived. That day he also came to my house but it was just a short blowjob that I gave him and at about eight we left and went to the swimming-pool where my mother's birthday was gonna be celebrated. The town swimming pool had a garden very well kept, was well lit but the lighting did not hide the brilliance of the moon, full today. Soon we were more than thirty people. I sat comfortably in a round table, next to my mother and Michael. As he and I had similar jobs, we spent a lot of time talking about cars and soon we slipped into other conversations. My mother congratulated us for having become such good friends and repeated she liked seeing her husband and her son enjoying each other's friendship. But my mother was not stupid. And before eating the cake, she took me aside and started talking to me. -Tell me the truth, Bernie. You have sex with Michael, don't you? I was so taken aback that I was really red and stammered, knowing that I could lose Michael now but with such an intelligent girl as my mother was, I'd better tell her the truth, for she would not have enough with a false answer. -I... we, well, it is true mum, some sex we have had. But it's only me giving him blowjobs and little else --I managed to always hide her that her husband usually spanked me and I drank his piss. -Are you gay, Bernie? -I've just discovered I am bisexual, mum. -You're my pride and joy, Bernie. Hug me. I was still worried of what she could say next but I did hug her strongly. At least she was accepting I was bisexual. -Michael is the love of my life, my dear son. After your father's brutalities and Miguel's infidelities, I was crushed. I don't want to live the same story again. I will give Michael permission to cheat me, but only if it is with you. And I promise I will always ring the bell when I go to your house. I don't wanna enter and suddenly discover both of you having sex. It's ok, Bernie. You can keep on having sex with him as far as I never see it. And don't worry; I will always love him. Tonight I'll talk to him. And little else. The party continued two more hours and finally we all congratulated her again, kissed her and left. I was worried about Michael next day. Would he come? But at four p.m., our usual hour, he was there again. He kissed me and said. -You must know, Bernie, what Edna told me last night. I had to tell her everything, how this started and all the things we have done so far. But she has granted me permission to have sex with you, as far as it is always only with you and with nobody else, and now we can be naked in your living room and do anything. Oh, how I love your mother now. -I'm overjoyed to see you again, Sir. I had thought of something for today if after talking to my mother you wanted to return, that is. I really need you, my dear stepdad, and I really want to go further today. -Tell me, Bernie. -Well, Sir, I don't like that it is always me making the schedule. -Remember that you will never be my slave, my dear Bernie. So be brave and tell me what you have thought. -Well, Sir. I would like to start today giving you a blowjob. Then I will lick your pits and cum with them again. And next, well, Michael, my dear friend, I am a masochist and thanks to you I know now that I am bisexual. So I wanna try everything and I would like you to fuck me, Sir. -Ok, I will. But if you ask me to stop, I will stop. -And one more thing, Sir. Let me ask you: do you feel like shitting today? -It's not a strong need, but if I do some efforts, I can shit. Why are you asking? -Well, Sir, I would like to try your shit too. Here's what we can do. You can go to the bathroom and I will go too. You can comfortably start taking a dump as if you were at home. I wanna see you and smell what you shit. And in case I like that stench, I could try and eat some shit. -I will take a dump today before you but you must be very sure before you eat it. So ok, Bernie, let's strip. We were hard again when watching each other's nudity. But I was not prepared to see what that hot man did next. But unexpectedly he started to lick my balls. -You will try today many things, even being fucked. I don't wanna be fucked but what the hell? Since I have Edna's permission to have sex with you, I wanna be more courageous and at least give you a blowjob. He came then slowly up my dick. I asked him if he was sure and told him that he could stop. But he told me he would not stop and that curiously he was enjoying himself in the first blowjob he'd ever given and told me my shaft tasted good. Then he was still braver, and I saw the determination in his face to make his dear stepson have a lot of fun and just then he gulped down my shaft with no hesitation. He had learnt from the blowjobs I gave him how to do it perfectly without biting. I started moaning and was son yelling very loudly and three minutes after the first blowjob I have had from a man started, I blasted my load in his mouth. He was a long while drinking, praising the taste and later he kissed me affectionately. -Ok, Bernie. Now you can blow me. But remember after now I will suck your cock too. I have really enjoyed the experience. Never doubting that he deserved a blowjob now more than ever, I started again at his balls. What a good taste they always had whenever I could be savouring them. I pleased him there for a while but wanted to soon be travelling up his shaft. Now I would give him a blowjob or real gratitude. And I came to his head and spent a long time running my tongue in that area, driving him crazy, I hope. I was so long in that spot that he thought I would never gulp down the entire length of his sexy rod but of course I finally took it completely in my mouth and started massaging his entire manhood with my tongue and my lips also helped to the tender caresses. I wanted him to resist today longer than ever and as I sucked I was thinking that soon I would have that yummy dick in my ass too and the rhythm of my tongue helped me to muster courage to be fucked later, my first time. I wanted to lose my virginity with him, that was clear. No other man would deserve the gift of my ass as he deserved it. Oh, I hope you also enjoy my other hole, Sir. I was thinking all this as he constantly moaned and thanked me. It was a long blowjob but I saw in his face that he was close and he told me at last: "ok, here is my juice for you again. Drink it." And after he was satisfied and saying no words, I went straight to his pits. I started jacking off to the rhythm of my tongue, which was dancing again in his right pit. I was hornier than ever and I wanted a short time of enjoying his pits today for I really wanted to be fucked. So only two minutes in one of his armpits and I changed to the other one and licked frenetically, wildly beating my meat then. He told me today he wanted me to shoot my load on his chest. So I finally busted my load and filled his hot chest with it. He was so sexy filled with jizz all over. His pecs were white and some drops of semen were resting on his nipples. -Fuck me now, Michael, please. I need to know everything. -Ok, Bernie. Lie on your back. I wanna see your eyes and remember that any moment I can stop. When I was at last lying on my back and watching again those steely blue eyes he had, he caressed my ass cheeks for a while, making me on fire. Oh how I desired his cock plunging in and battering me. Come on, Bernie, don't show him any fears; you know too well you are a masochist so enjoy. I had to ask him to take courage and ease his road inside my burning crack and he finally drove it in, gently at first, till I told him the truth: it hurt me a bit, but I wanted him inside me and he could fuck me now harder and deeper. It was painful but I knew I could withstand it and would have guts to tell him to go on and would even ask him to fuck me every day now. Soon the pain was less but it never stopped hurting; nevertheles it was exquisite pain now. I was so relaxed that I started to beat my meat there in his presence and in that moment, I felt he was getting calm too. "Fuck me, Michael", I told him once and again and even though I could feel he had not opened me up that first day, I knew for sure I wanted him inside me every day. After twenty long minutes he filled my crack with his moist white liquid. I thanked him once and again and he kissed me. It had been such a good experience for me that I had forgotten to ask him what he had felt, but he calmed me saying fucking a boy was heaven and if I liked it he would fuck me now constantly. -Will you please take a dump now? -Ok, Bernie. I want you to try everything you guess that can be funny for you. Come with me to the bathroom. I was curiously on fire when I walked behind him to the bathroom, knowing I would be given now a shit show. I was sure that I would enjoy seeing Michael taking a dump. We were in the bathroom at last and he finally sat on the toilet. I beat my meat then knowing I was gonna see for the first time in my life, a man taking a dump, not just a scene from a porn movie. He pissed a bit and even farted, but that day it was easy for him to shit and when I could perceive the smell I went harder and wanked more wildly. I saw his turds, just two today, finally falling to the toilet bowl, and later I even enjoyed seeing how he wiped his ass. When he stood up the toilet was full with shit, and not thinking twice I grasped one small heap and first took it to my nose and sniffed. -Are you sure you want to do this, Bernie? -Sure I'm sure. I wanna taste it now, Sir. And unhesitatingly I took this morsel of his shit to my mouth and tasted it. I don't know what I was expecting but the taste was repulsive, a lot indeed, not easy to swallow but my masochistic desires were stronger than me and unexpectedly I came with the first flavour of shit. -I'm glad I have cum, Sir, so you can see I have really enjoyed the experience. Now, if you allow me, I will eat more. And I grabbed some more shit and it was really easy now to eat it, repulsive as it was. I saw Michael's eyes were luminous now and speaking loudly of his strong arousal at seeing me eating his shit and enjoying. -You are a really courageous guy, Bernie. I hope I can please you now with anything you want. -Thanks, Michael, you hot man. One other day I would even like you to take a dump straight in my mouth. Everything with you is hot and I wanna repeat everything we have done so far and even taste your puke. I convinced him to have a shower together that day for his chest was full of semen and my mother should not see him like that. So we showered together, as two good friends and I soaped him up and even asked him to let me give him a new blowjob under the stream of hot water spilling over us. And I did blow him one more time and both of us knew the fun we would always have together. Shortly after he left and I stayed alone again, of course wanking over him, my only masturbatory image now. This situation has been prolonged for two years. Every day we have sex with each other and Michael even asked me one day to fuck him, but I convinced him saying that I wanted to be bottom with him and told him please allow me, so he compromised. But I blow him every day and lick his entire body. Sometimes he has indeed taken a dump in my mouth and I always tell him the same, the taste is always disgusting but I manage to always cum when I am allowed to eat his shit, scarcely though. But though I don't enjoy the taste of shit, I enjoy it because I love seeing myself doing it, and being that dirty and that used and degraded; but I love the taste of puke itself. It makes me hornier every time I can taste it. We have also played with farts, snot and gobs and I have told him the truth since I am always sincere with that hot boy: I love the taste of snot, and I can easily swallow gobs, but farts is the only thing I don't like and he has not farted in my mouth any more times. I do not pay many visits to Walter Fey, my real father, and the affection we have for each other is scarce, but I often have the visits of Miguel Reyes, my mother's ex-husband, always her friend and mine; and Michael and I thought one day of telling him the true facts of our relationship. He understands and is more of a father for me than my real father is. We always have my mother's permission who allows us to do everything. Michael often tells me that he should only cum once with me, for he needs some rest for his cock to satisfy his wife later. And I wait for him every day, horny as hell, and knowing it would be him and not my mother now, I almost shoot my first load every day whenever I feel the key in the door.