Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2018 03:35:08 +0100 From: Nifty Tommy Subject: The Stepfather's Affair Part 1 Disclaimer/Warning: The following story contains material of an explicit sexual nature. It is completely a work of fiction and is not meant to depict any actual persons or events. It is also pure fantasy and is not intended to condone or encourage the events depicted, nor anything remotely similar, in real life. Do not read or download if you are offended by such material or if you are not a legal adult. Do not make it available to anyone who is not a legal adult. Remember to donate to Nifty Reach me at: niftytommy123@gmail.com The Stepfather's Affair - Part 1 Tommy Harper's 18th birthday celebration could have gone better. He'd gotten incredibly drunk, which had led to an argument with the girl he'd been seeing, and so he had stumbled home to be put to bed by his dads. I should explain that Tommy has his biological father - Rob Harper - and his father's husband of 6 years - Don Westlake. Tommy was the product of Rob deciding to have a baby with a female friend who had passed a few years after Tommy was born. Growing up without knowing his mom was hard, but Rob had always been a very maternal kind of father anyway. Thus it was always the more traditional father figure role Tommy had missed, but Don had filled this role since joining the family. Anyway, Tommy came home to his dad and Don, who proceeded to tease him about how drunk he was. They then helped him up the stairs to bed and left him with a sick bucket. The state he was in, they assumed he was conked out for the night and so went back to their bed to take advantage of what they assumed would be a very deep sleep. It was a standard lovemaking session for Rob and Don. At 42 and 53 respectively and 6 years of marriage, they had both maintained great physical appearances, but had lost some of the spark. Lying in bed after led to pillow-talk, which neither moderated at all because of their assumption that Tommy would be dead-to-the-world for the next few hours. How the topic reached where it did neither really knew... ... Tommy, contrary to Rob and Don's expectations, had awoken only a couple of hours after being put to bed. He saw he was still wearing the skinny jeans he'd gone out in and so slid them off before heading to the toilet. It was this small journey that changed everything in his life. Walking along the corridor he saw his Dad and Rob's door was slightly ajar and heard voices coming from the room. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help but listen, which is when he heard it. "You can't deny he's grown up hot!" he heard Don say, a gleeful playfulness colouring his voice. "He's my son!" Rob retorted exasperatedly, but with a naughty schoolgirl giggle following. Tommy was stunned to hear this conversation occurring, but couldn't help but want to see more. He made his way towards their door, peering through the crack. The two men were cuddling in their bed and stroking each other. Both were sweaty, clearly just having finished having sex. Don had his arm around Tommy's father rob, clearly the more dominant partner. "I'm just saying you must have noticed... how could you not?" Don teased Rob again, a devilish smile twisting the corners of his mouth. "That giant butt... when he walks around in those little boxers..." Trailing off, Don finished his sentence with a playful thrust into Rob's side. "You better be joking!" Rob said sternly, but breaking into laughter again. He clearly wasn't taking what Don was saying seriously, but there was something about it that Tommy believed. "Of course I am!" Don said, laughing a little too heartily "you're the only guy I have eyes for, look what you do to me". There was silence for a few moments, the two men just communicating with their eyes. Then there was a sudden burst of movement. The small crack in the door didn't allow Tommy to see much, but they eventually settled in a position in which Don's face was clearly visible. The rest of Tommy's view was taken up by his father's broad back and head, which was bobbing attentively in Don's lap. Tommy had heard them fuck before, but never seen it. He knew he should look away, but couldn't. It was after a few seconds of staring that Don's eyes suddenly locked onto Tommy's. Tommy had to stop himself from gasping. He was expecting Don to be shocked, angry maybe, but he barely reacted. Don just stared into Tommy's eyes for what felt like forever, an arrogant smirk on his face. When he eventually did break the eye contact, it was by closing his eyes, tilting his head back, and placing his hand on the back of Rob's head to encourage him to suck faster. Tommy watched a little longer and then wondered off to the toilet, dazed by what he had seen. ... The next few days were odd for Tommy. Neither he nor Don acknowledged the events that had occurred, but neither could stop thinking about them. Tommy found himself examining his body in the mirror, thinking about things he never had before. He had always known he'd had a nice face, with bright blue eyes and curly brown hair; however, being only 5'7" and lacking much chest hair, Tommy had always been disappointed in his body. Looking at it through Don's lens though changed things. Rugby had given him nice muscles, broad shoulders, and indeed a rather large butt that stretched the fabric of all his boxers. He may not be tall, as he thought most girls wanted, but he could see what a gay guy like Don would appreciate. Tommy had never really thought about himself as being gay, but he couldn't deny there was something flattering and enjoyable about Don's words. Don was undeniably a sexy guy; he was 6'4", with darkly handsome features, and still maintained his athletic, muscular body. Tommy found himself longing to show off more for Don and so was wearing his boxers around the house more and more frequently in the days after. Around a week after, he even began digging out old pairs of pants. Tommy knew these pants to be so small for him now, but he squeezed them over his juicy bubble butt anyway to get Don's attention. These efforts were noticed by Don, who openly ogled Tommy when Rob wasn't around and as much as he could when Rob was around. There was an occasion a few weeks after the incident when Tommy came down into the kitchen wearing a pair of yellow boxers he had had since he was 12. Every crevice was hugged, the material stretched so thin it was almost see-through. His giant ass was doing all it could to tear those pants apart. Don had had to stop himself audibly groaning when he'd seen Tommy like this, but stared at the boy's ass over the top of his newspaper for the whole morning. Rob remained blissfully unaware. Eventually Don reciprocated. He always came home later than Rob, working in a more demanding job and always visiting the gym after. This meant Rob would normally be out at some sort of community event - whatever book club or choir he had decided on for that month - by the time Don got home. This meant Tommy and Don would be alone together in the house for an hour or so. Don thus stopped wearing underwear for the gym. This meant that he came home, normally to a boxer-clad Tommy, sweaty and wearing only a thin pair of workout shorts that did nothing to hide the sizeable dong underneath. The outline of it was clearly visible and it became routine for Tommy and Don to stand in the kitchen, chat about their days, and openly ogle one another. After a few weeks, the sexual tension was becoming unbearable for the pair. Tommy had completely ended things with the girl he was seeing, no longer able to feel much sexual attraction towards her at all. Don had only managed to have sex with Rob by closing his eyes and picturing the young, lithe Tommy. The boiling point came one Friday night, around a month after the original incident. Rob was going on a hen night with some friends straight from work and would be staying in a hotel overnight, leaving Tommy and Don alone all night. Don decided to seize the opportunity. Leaving work early and skipping the gym, Don made sure he got home before Tommy finished school. He didn't have a plan, or know if he would really do anything, but he knew he had to explore what was going on between him and Tommy. The temptation was too strong. Don didn't have long before Tommy would be home. He decided to use the time he had to shower and clear his head. Plus, it meant he could be waiting in his towel for when Tommy got home. Just sitting in the kitchen waiting, Don could feel his dick beginning to chub with the anticipation. He could hardly believe it. A few weeks earlier, he had been pretty convinced - and disappointed - that Tommy was straight, but the signs since that night had been unmistakable. Tommy wanted him and Don wasn't a good enough man to deny him. Don had intended to take things slow, be cautious, but instinct took over when he heard the front door open. Weeks of sexual tension burst over at once. Tommy walked into the kitchen, still in his uniform, and Don launched at him. His towel falling away, the naked Don put his hands around his stepson's head and lent in for a long, deep kiss. The pair's tongues danced with each other, Don's pushing forward and dominating Tommy's. Tommy sunk into the kiss. He allowed his body to collapse into the much taller Don's. He was so shocked to be greeted by his stepdad like this, but also delighted. Overhearing that conversation had unlocked a deep craving for masculine attention that Tommy couldn't understand or control. Eventually Tommy pulled back, separating their lips, but keeping their heads close. "We shouldn't do this," he whispered to Don. Don simply smirked and lent down to continue the passionate kiss. Tommy couldn't help but submit to the much bigger man. Don's hands left Tommy's head and felt their way down to his bum; sliding into the back of Tommy's trousers, Don's hands kneaded the plentiful flesh there. It was Don's turn to pull away now. "I don't care," he said, hands still groping his stepson's ample bottom "I want you". Lingering for a moment, the pair stared into one another's eyes. Tommy was still nervous and unsure, but he couldn't resist the lustful certainty in Don's eyes. Beyond that, he couldn't deny that he was turned on by knowing that he was kissing a married man, a man married to his own father. It was just so taboo. Don bent down again to continue their kiss and, as he did so, began to use his hands to unbutton his stepson's shirt. Pulling the shirt off, he began to explore with his hands Tommy's body, as he'd been using his eyes to do for years. The supple and smooth flesh was delicious. Tommy found himself doing the same. Not yet brave enough to reach down to his stepfather's rock solid, giant cock, he felt around Don's big shoulders and hairy chest. The power of such a real man was irresistible. Soon both were completely naked. Don took a step back to appreciate the fine specimen in front of him. Tommy stood naked before him finally. He had broad shoulders and chest, small waist, and thick thighs, all with very little hair. His cock was rock hard. The boy was beautiful and Don was nearly drooling. Tommy was in a similar state, his eyes slowly working their way down his stepfather's body. Don towered over him and made him feel almost dainty. He was just huge. His shoulders, arms, and chest were thick, muscular, and were covered in dark hair. Tommy found something so sexy about the way Don's belly protruded from too many years of drinking beer. Finally, as Tommy's eyes reached their intended destination, his jaw dropped. He finally saw the enormous cock his eyes had been avoiding. Long, thick, and hovering above a pair of pendulous balls, it was the cock of a true alpha-male. Any feelings of guilt or reluctance were gone from Tommy. Instinctively, he dropped to his knees, feeling the cold kitchen tiles beneath him. Now level with his stepfather's engorged member, Tommy looked up for reassurance. Don let out a low growl, deeply aroused by the sight of his 18-year-old stepson on his knees. Tommy's sparkling blue eyes wide stared up, wide and searching for encouragement, while his thick lips were parted slightly. "Take it," Don whispered, gently thrusting his stiff cock towards Tommy's face. As the dick touched Tommy's lips, he intuitively opened his mouth wider and allowed his stepfather to push in. As Tommy began working his cock, Don couldn't help but chuckle. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd always been turned on by the perverted and screwing his barely-legal stepson had long been a fantasy, but not one he had ever thought would occur. Since marrying Rob he had largely denied this taboo side, but the floodgates had broken now and Don knew there was no turning back. "Gooood boy," Don said gruffly, whilst sliding his hands around his Tommy's head and twisting his finger in his hairs. From this position, Don could have skull-fucked the boy until he puked, but it was early days and he chose to go slow, ease him in. He let Tommy go at his own pace. Not even half Don's cock was in the boy's mouth before he started gagging - they were going to have to work on that he thought. Right now though, Don wanted to try out the rest of his new toy. Sliding his cock out of Tommy's mouth, he helped the boy to his feet. Tommy missed the cock in his mouth when Don took it out, having enjoyed the feeling of the hard shaft in his mouth. He was nervous about what would come next and looked to Don for reassurance. Don gave a sympathetic smile and pulled Tommy towards him, but his eyes were dark with lust and betrayed the hunger he felt. Tommy felt his heart beating fast and his cock throbbing. He had never felt such extreme arousal or fear. "You know how long I've wanted this beautiful ass?" Don murmured, as he pulled Tommy in close to him and groped the teenage boy's bountiful butt. "No," Tommy croaked back. Don responded with a smirk and a smack to Tommy's behind, enjoying the way it jiggled. Then he took him by the hand and led him upstairs. He was determined to have Tommy for the first time in the teenage boy's bedroom and so sent him to wait in there while he fetched some lube from his and Rob's room. Entering Tommy's room, Don found him bent down, attempting to clean up his dirty underwear. When Tommy heard Don come in, he shot straight up and whirled around, still holding his dirty pants. Chuckling, Don sauntered over to the teenager. He took a pair of white pants from the teenager and gave them a deep sniff. They smelt musky, like a locker room. "Open wide," Don ordered, his smirk widening into a toothy, cocky grin. Tommy opened his mouth, despite extreme trepidation and this was apparent on his face. That mixture of apprehension and subservience turned Don on more than anything and sent jolts to his cock. He stuffed the dirty pants into his stepson's mouth. Tommy let out a high- pitched groan around the dirty underwear in his mouth. Don's domineering behaviour was a turn on Tommy never knew he had, but knew he was now slave to. "Don't want you making up too much noise now do we..." Don said playfully, before giving Tommy another smack on his ass "and you're probably gonna need something to bite down on". Guiding Tommy with his hands, Don lay the teenager down on the bed and pushed his legs back so that his knees were by his shoulders. Without being asked, Tommy grabbed hold of his ankles to hold them there - he'd seen many girls do this in porn. The sight of his stepson with his legs over his head, dirty underwear stuffed in his mouth, and virgin hole on display was a thing of true beauty. Don lubed up his fingers and began examining the boy's virgin hole. It was naturally pretty smooth, although Don made a note to get him to remove all hair from it soon. Don hadn't felt a hole so tight in years. Getting one finger in was a struggle and Tommy winced as he did. He kept fingering it though and soon was adding more fingers. Once he worked his way up to three he decided he couldn't wait much longer. Don slid his fingers out, stared down into his stepson's eyes, and lined his cock up with the virgin hole. Don leaned down to place a kiss on Tommy's lips and began to push in. Don had fucked virgins before and loved slamming all the way in with the first thrust, but he couldn't do that here. Tommy had to enjoy his first time if they were to continue this affair. So Don went slow and gave the hole time to get accustomed to him. Sliding in a little, sliding back out, sliding a bit more in, and then repeating. Tommy was letting out a long, continuous moan and had scrunched up his eyes, grimacing. The pain was intense, despite Don's considerations. Tommy had wanted this for weeks though and knowing his stepdad was inside him was incredibly arousing. Don loved seeing this play out across Tommy's face; seeing that pain, mixed with excitement, and the determination to power through. He wasn't even half way in yet. Eventually Don did feel his balls make contact with Tommy's taint and was relieved to finally be all the way in. Kissing Tommy passionately, Don began to pick up the pace now. Sliding his cock out and then slamming back in, Don was loving the squeeze of his new plaything's tight hole. High-pitched whimpers came from his stepson with every thrust and these only served to arouse him more. Tommy had never felt so filled or so right. Still holding his ankles above his head, he felt like a slut and was loving it. He was living out the fantasy he had had ever since hearing his stepfather speak about him when in bed with his dad. Every thrust was hitting something inside Tommy that released sparks of intense pleasure. His cock was rock solid and leaking precum like a faucet. Every hammer of the big cock into him, whilst still painful, also helped build him closer to climaxing. He wasn't even touching his cock and yet he could feel his balls churning. As he was getting closer to his own climax, Don couldn't hold his tongue anymore and began to spew dirty talk at his new lover. "You love this cock don't you, you dirty faggot?!" He barked. Tommy could only whimper in response. "So fucking tight on my cock, so fucking tight... tighter than your dad's ass has been in years!" Don continued "You like hearing that don't you? Hearing what a good pussy boy you are for your new daddy". "Yes!" Tommy said finally "fuck me daddy!" For both, that word was the final push needed. Don calling himself 'daddy' and Tommy saying it back was the last straw and neither could hold on anymore. Tommy moaned and his teen cock began to spew hot cum all over the pair's bodies. Feeling the boy's orgasming tight hole contracting around his thick member pushed Don over the edge; he began to spill his seed inside the 18-year-old's deflowered ass and roared as he did so. Finally, after the fuck that had been building for weeks was over. Don slumped on to Tommy, pinning the much smaller teen under him. As Tommy's horniness faded guilt and remorse for the betrayal of his father begin to set it. He was so confused; he had loved everything that had just happened, but also wanted to completely erase it from history. Don though, felt no such confusion. He had just deflowered his 18-year-old stepson and felt nothing but masculine pride. It released the alpha beast he'd had to lock away since marrying Rob and he wasn't going back now. This was just the start, whether Tommy knew it or not. ... That's the end of Part 1! I really hope you've enjoyed and shot some good loads to it. I have an idea of where I want to take this story, but would love to hear feedback about where you guys would want it to go and any specific requests you might have.