Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2018 00:36:05 +0100
From: Nifty Tommy <niftytommy123@gmail.com>
Subject: The Stepfather's Affair - Part 2

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The Stepfather's Affair - Part 2

The atmosphere in the house, following Don and Tommy's tryst, was
uncomfortable to say the least. Don slid his cock out of his stepson's ass
without a word and then sauntered out of the room, as though he hadn't got
a care in the world. Tommy crawled further onto his bed, burying his face
in his pillow, but not bothering to get under the covers. He could hear his
stepfather moving around, taking a shower, going downstairs and starting to
cook dinner. Tommy just stayed there. Confusion immobilised him. Guilt over
betraying his father was battling for control of his mind, with the deep
pleasure he had taken from doing so. On top of that, he was simultaneously
outraged and aroused by the callousness with which his stepfather had
cheated on his dad.

Meanwhile, Don was on top of the world. He'd showered to clean his knob off
and was stood preparing dinner now. He was doing so naked, having chosen to
embrace the liberated feeling he was now filled with. For the first time in
years he felt like a real man again - filthy and powerful. At 53, he was 35
years older than the stepson he'd just ploughed. He felt like a virile stud
again. And that ass! So tight on his cock. Don was going to have to have
some more of it before Rob came home tomorrow morning. He had been thinking
they'd have dinner first, but decided he couldn't wait any longer. He
slammed the food he'd prepared into the oven and headed upstairs, tugging
on his dick in anticipation.  Maybe he'd do Tommy doggy this time?

Entering Tommy's room, Don found the boy still lying on his bed. Tommy was
face down, head buried in a pillow. This was the first-time Don had really
considered how Tommy might be feeling. The boy's ass was facing Don and it
was obviously sore; it was still gaping wide, red, and had cum dribbling
out of it. Despite Tommy's obvious distress, a large part of Don still
wanted to simply go over, slide his cock in, and go to town on that juicy
ass. However, he knew he had to play this right. Don wasn't going to give
up his new toy and knew he needed Tommy to carry on wanting him. So, he
carried on with the soft approach. He climbed on to Tommy's bed and slid
his arm around him, spooning the smaller boy.

"What wrong baby? Are you sore?" Don whispered.

There was silence for a while, which Tommy only broke when Don began to
stroke his side.

"I can't believe what we did," Tommy finally replied "we've betrayed my dad
- your husband!"

"I know," Don said, continuing to stroke the boy "but I can't pretend I'm
not happy we did it."

"It was wrong!"

"I thought you enjoyed it baby?"

"I did, I did! But my dad would be so upset... we shouldn't even be lying
together like this, it's terrible!"

Tommy moved to pull himself away, but Don locked his arm around his small
lover and held him close.

"Right, I know how you feel and I feel it too Tommy. Your father can never
find out about what's happened... but I won't pretend I haven't wanted this
or that I didn't enjoy it."

Tommy began to speak again, but was hushed by his stepdad.

"Let's not talk about it anymore right now, let's just go down and eat some
food ey".

Hiding his disappointment, Don helped Tommy out of bed and led him
downstairs. Fuck number two would have to wait.

...

For the next few days Tommy and Don's relationship was strained. Don wanted
to bend his stepson over and pound him every time he saw him, but Tommy
wasn't even making eye contact with him. The frosty atmosphere didn't go
unnoticed by Rob; he was continually probing Tommy, asking if he was
okay. To Don he was constantly worrying about the possibility of Tommy
being depressed - he was a man prone to melodrama.

After days of trying to be nice to the kid, Don decided to try a new
tack. He had to get in that ass again. Don's new plan was to make him
jealous. Every chance he could get, Don would kiss, hug, and grope Rob in
front of Tommy. Don delighted in the shocked and aggrieved reactions he
would get from his stepson when he did this. It didn't take long to take
effect either.

Tommy's guilt carried on plaguing him, but it didn't take long for his lust
to build again and challenge it. He had managed to ignore his desire for
Don at first, but, as the days since their fuck passed, it became harder
and harder. So, when he began to see Don cavorting with Rob so openly,
Tommy felt both outrage and jealousy boil inside him. It was just like
after he'd overheard Don talking about him in bed; he knew he shouldn't,
but he craved his stepfather's attention. Jerking off did nothing to soothe
this desire - it was more than simple horniness. He began to constantly
think about ways he could get Don's attention back on him and then
reprimand himself for doing so.

The breaking point came in the kitchen one morning. Tommy, wearing his
skimpy underwear again, came downstairs and found Don and Rob in the
kitchen. Rob was trying to cook and Don was behind him, kissing his neck
and grinding into him. Rob's eyes were closed, but Don looked straight at
Tommy. Don slowly slid his tongue up Rob's neck, all the while staring
straight into Tommy's eyes.

Almost without thinking Tommy acted. He mouthed the words "follow me"
silently at Don.  Then, he turned and walked out of the room, sliding his
pants down over his butt as he did so. Tommy didn't know what had come over
him, but he knew what he was going to do. He walked straight to his
en-suite bathroom, left the door open, and got in the shower. He soaped
himself up, seductively rubbing his body, flexing his muscles, and making
sure to spend extra time massaging his big ass. Opening his eyes, he turned
around so he was facing the door. Just as he'd hoped, Don was standing in
the door way; he had a triumphant look on his face and a hand down the
front of his trousers. The pair smiled at each other, a dark conspiratorial
look passing between them. They stayed like that, both rubbing their stiff
cocks for a while. It was just as Don went to unbutton his trousers that
Rob's voice broke their lustful bubble.

"Breakfast's ready!"

Don paused, before removing his hands from his trousers. Giving Tommy a
wink, he walked back downstairs.

Don was almost giddy with excitement. He'd not expected Tommy to come
around so quickly, but soon he'd be pounding that sweet 18-year-old boy
cunt again. He couldn't wait.

...


The rest of the day for Tommy went by in a haze. He was at school with his
friends, but Don was all his was thinking about. He wondered constantly
where he was, what he was doing.  The girls that Tommy normally flirted
with in class were very put out, because he suddenly payed them no
attention at all. The guilt about his dad was still there, but he was
embracing his desire for Don now. Don was all he wanted.

Don's day went a little differently. What had awoken in him was not just a
lust for Tommy, but lust in general. Thus, Don spent his day alternating
his thoughts; one minute thinking about drilling Tommy, the next thinking
about what he'd like to do to the many cute guys in his office. He'd of
course noticed they were hot before, but he was looking at them with the
eyes of possibility now - he wasn't saying 'no' to himself anymore. There
was a gorgeous little intern that Don knew he would have at some point. A
21-year-old called Finn, he was a delicious blond twunk, with pouty blow
job lips. Don couldn't help but think how good Finn would look gagging on
his cock.

This meant that, for different reasons, Tommy and Don were both incredibly
horny when they got home. Unfortunately, Rob wasn't out at one of his
community groups this night, having chosen to stay in and spend time with
his husband. Don had intended to go home and tear his stepson's clothes
off, but instead was forced to spend time chatting with Rob.  Tommy and Don
barely got any time alone together at all, but that didn't stop them
teasing one another.

Tommy was, of course, walking around in his tiny boxers. He bent over in
front of his stepdad at every opportunity. Don, feeling more empowered with
every passing moment, groped the boy's ass every time his husband's back
was turned.

Eventually, the three ended up sat on the sofa and watching TV
together. Tommy threw a blanket over himself. He only did this because he
was cold, but Don saw an opportunity.

"Gimme a bit of that" he said, dragging the large throw over his body too.

Almost immediately, Tommy felt Don's hand begin to caress his leg under the
blanket.  Scared at first, his eyes went wide with alarm, flashing between
Don and his father. Rob, however, was totally unaware, being engrossed in
the soap he was watching. Don quickly moved his hand up and under Tommy's
boxers, but kept his eyes fixed on the TV at all times. The corners of
Don's mouth twitched as he held back laughter, delighting in his own
daring. Tommy was biting his bottom lip, trying to hold back moans; he was
so aroused by his stepfather's hands and it was made hotter by doing it
covertly in front of Rob. Soon Don's fingers were toying with Tommy's
hole. He had no lube, so he was careful not to stretch him too much, but he
certainly made it hard for Tommy to supress his reactions.

It wasn't long before Don felt a hand rubbing his rock-solid cock through
his trousers. He was enjoying it, thinking it was Tommy groping him,
however he soon realised that both the boy's hands were on top of the
blanket. Glancing to Rob next to him, Don realised it was his husband who
had coincidentally began to rub his cock. Don had his hand inside his
stepson and his husband's hand on his cock, with neither realising what was
going on with the other.  It was too much for him - he needed to get his
dick wet. Of course, there was no gay he could do Tommy now, not without
Rob getting very suspicious.

"Shall we go to bed?" Don said mischievously, turning to Rob and sliding
his fingers out of Tommy.

"Yeah, let's go," Rob said, jumping up "night Tom, see you in the morning!"

Tommy looked on in despair as the two men walked out of the room. Despite
his efforts, Don would still be fucking Rob tonight, not him. He sat
staring at the TV, dejected and horny.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him.

"Come up in five," Don whispered in his ear, before leaving the room
quickly enough that Tommy barely had time to turn around and see him.
Tommy was suddenly excited again. Was Don going to ditch his dad? Were they
going to fuck as Tommy so wanted? His mind rushed with all these thoughts
as he sat in the living room waiting. He left it exactly five minutes
before sneaking upstairs as quietly as he could.  Creeping along the
hallway, it felt much like when he'd eavesdropped on Don and Rob before and
heard their chat about him. Similarly, he found their door was left
slightly ajar and peeked inside.

He could see clearly what was going on - Don had made sure he would. Rob
was on all fours on the bed, with a silk blindfold tied around his
eyes. Don was behind him, thrusting in fast and looking like a giant bull
of a man. A giant smile broke across Tommy's face and he silently pushed
the door wide open. Staring into his stepdad's eyes, Tommy began putting on
a show. He slid his tight pants down and rubbed his hands all over his
lithe body.  Eventually, his hands came down to his stiff cock and began to
stroke it.

Don was ploughing Rob harder than ever, imagining it was that tight young
stepson he was ramming. Meanwhile, Rob was doing his best not to make any
noise, rather ironically being afraid of his son hearing. Don started
putting on a bit of a show too, flexing his big biceps for Tommy and giving
them each a kiss.

Soon enough, Tommy was close to coming. His toes curled a face contorted as
his balls boiled over. Realising he couldn't leave cum stains on the
carpet, Tommy cupped his hands around the head of his cock and caught the
fat load. Now standing with a hot load of spunk in his hand, he looked back
to Don.

"Lick it," Don mouthed silently. When Tommy didn't understand the
instruction, Don mimed lifting his hand to his face and licking the
palm. Seeing the look of disgusted shock and subsequent look of tempt on
Tommy's face was amazing. Biting his lip nervously, Tommy slowly lifted his
hand to his face and tentatively stuck his tongue out. The taste was sweet
and pungent. Tommy couldn't really say he liked it, but he wanted to turn
on Don. With long slow licks, he cleaned the jizz off his hand. Watching
him doing so, Don's smirk grew into a giant smile. Once Tommy's hand was
clean, Don gave the boy a wink and nodded his head to side, signalling for
him to go. The spent Tommy strolled to his room, leaving Don still pounding
his dad.

...

Thanks for reading! That's the end of chapter 2. Thanks to everyone who
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