Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 21:15:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Nifty <nifty_addict@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE STEPDAD LOVES HIS BOY

This story contains sex involving a step-dad and his teenage son.
It is mostly fictional.
If you are under 18 you should stop right here.
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THE STEPDAD LOVES HIS BOY

Luke was on the bus, on his way to the big city. The journey from Bugtussle
to Atlanta was long.

He was 16 years old and had lived all his life with his grandparents, and
today he was moving out of the small town which he called home to a
metropolis. He was filled with trepidation but he acted nonchalant.

His mother, Pricilla, was pregnant when she was thrown out of the house by
her husband 16 years ago and had moved to her parent's home, in Bugtussle,
Oklahoma. That's when Luke was born.

Within a year Pricilla had met Tariq, a plumber. Tariq, an illegal
immigrant from Turkey, was on the look out for an American to marry. When
he met Pricilla, Tariq knew she was the person he was looking for - a
pretty girl but as timid as a petrified rabbit. He married her shortly
after meeting her. He knew that her family and friends were much against
her marriage to "the uncivilized brute".  The couple left for Atlanta, soon
after, where he believed he had better chances of becoming successful.  In
fact soon after he got his green card Tariq set up a business as a
construction contractor, and did fabulously well. But Pricilla was never
forgiven by her son, Luke, for deserting him when he was barely 2 years
old.

Pricilla realized that within a year of their wedding, Tariq wasn't paying
much attention to her. His interest in having sex with her had diminished
and whenever he did he only sought deviant violent sex. And after 14 year
if he did still fuck her, it was in a drunken stupor, with violence and
abuse. She began to dread those occasional evenings.

He would assault her physically for other reasons too - the beer was not
chilled enough, the TV remote was hard to find, his clothes were not laid
out when he got out of the bath... or simply because she did not respond to
him fast enough, when he yelled out to her. A few times he thrashed her
because she complained that a couple of his friends had raped her. He said
that was simply not possibly- none of his friends would want to fuck a cunt
like her. She had reconciled to getting used by his friends periodically,
and to her surprise had begun to enjoy and look forward to those sexual
episodes.... except with Matt, who was a compulsive sadist.

Pricilla visited her patents and son in Bugtussle, a couple of times a
year, but never with Tariq. He was not welcome. Many a times she had landed
up at her parental home with a broken arm or a bruised face.  She of course
had good excuses for her injuries, but it was common knowledge that they
had been inflicted by her trashy husband.

Luke grew up in a rough neighbourhood. He grew up getting bullied by the
older boys and when he was 12, he had become a bully himself. He was a
tough lad and good at games. He had an athletic body and was good-looking,
like his mother. His grandparents loved him, but they could never predict
when he would fly off into a rage.

His grandfather died in a swimming pool accident, and his granny, suffering
from Alzheimer's, had to be moved to an elder-care facility. So now Luke
had no choice but to move to his mom's.

Luke was confused. Only after Granddad's death he realized he loved him and
missed him. He had never met his step-dad and was not looking forward to it
either. He had heard terrible stories about him and he was certain they
would not get along. He thought of running away rather than stay with his
mom, but couldn't get himself to do it.

Until a couple of days before his death, Granddad had had sex with him
regularly, albeit one-sided. Granddad would regularly come to Luke's
bedroom in the middle of the night, kneel by the side of his bed and suck
him off. When Gran showed the first signs of Alzheimer's a few years ago,
grandpa had visited his bedroom more often and gradually more blatantly.

Very recently, Gran had walked in on them in action, but she had looked at
them blankly and walked out. Grandddad hadn't missed a beat, in fact seemed
more inspired by his wife looking on. Luke had never played with Granddad's
cock and he'd presumed that the old man could not get it up.

The bus arrived in Atlanta in the morning. On the journey a priest was
seated next to him. The priest tried to make small talk, but Luke had been
brusque in his responses, so the priest had given up. At night, Luke
unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. No sooner had he done that, the
Father bent down and sucked him off. He seemed experienced and very deft at
his job. Then he wiped his mouth and went back to sleep. Luke nudged him
and gave him a dirty look. The priest pulled out a $20 bill and handed it
to Luke. Luke continued to stare. The priest quickly pulled out another 30
dollars. Luke put the money in his pocket with a smile but spat on the
priest's face before reclining in his seat. They didn't exchange a single
word.

His mom had come to receive him at the bus station. She looked tense and
fidgety. They drove home in silence. His mom was nearly as much a stranger
to him as his step-dad.

"When does Tariq get back home?" asked Luke.

"He is at home. He runs his business from the outhouse, so he is generally
at home. Unless he has to visit a client."

As they drove down the driveway, Luke was impressed with the house. It was
a huge mansion.

Pricilla let themselves in.

"I will check with Tariq which bedroom should be allotted to you."

That fucker controls everything, thought Luke. Luke saw an intimidating man
standing at the top of the stairs. He was huge, wearing nothing but a pair
of boxers. He had enormous arms and pecs and tree trunks for legs. His butt
and crotch were bursting out of his skimpy boxers. His muscular body was
entirely covered with a tuft of hair. He had a trimmed goatee. But what
amazed Luke the most were the nipples - huge, erect, nearly a cm long -
visible even though the hairy tuft on his chest.  That was obviously Tariq,
his enemy. Luke knew he could not throw a tantrum here. This man would beat
the shit out of him.

As Pricilla headed towards a door on the other side of the room, Tariq
hollered from upstairs.

"Put the boy in your room upstairs. The air-conditioners in the rooms
downstairs are noisy."

"But . . ."

"You will move to that room obviously..., you don't have a problem with
that do you," his voice laced with heavy sarcasm.

"No, not at all."

"Ha ha," sneered Tariq, then added, "now Matt can make all the noise he
wants."

She shuddered at the mention of Matt, Tariq's sadistic friend.

"Come on up Boy, give your Dad a hug."

Luke did a double take. Dad?!!  What game was this playing? But he walked
up dragging his feet. Tariq pulled the boy close. His face sank in Tariq's
hairy cleavage - phew! those huge, hard, hairy pecs - but he made no effort
to pull himself away.

"Welcome home my boy. Feel at home."

Luke let his head rest on Tariq's chest and he felt a sense of relief, like
he had never felt before. And at that moment Tariq became Daddy. That was
the moment when it all changed. All the built-up resentment Luke had felt
over the years simply evaporated.

Luke also became aware of Tariq's crotch pressing against his stomach, and
the sharp odour emanating from Tariq's armpits. And he loved it. Still held
tight by Daddy, Luke turned his head towards the source of the odour and
his lips brushed against the erect nips.

"Pussy, bring the bags up. Don't just stand there." Tariq snapped at his
wife rudely.

"I will do it, Sir," whispered Luke.

"Don't bother Son, you've had a long journey. She will do it." He hollered
again, "Keeps the boy's bags in my rooms till you have moved your fukin
trash downstairs."

Luke realized that he was to get the bedroom next to Tariq's. He also
realized that, that was the room which his mother had occupied; she did not
share Tariq's bedroom.

Tariq led Luke into his rooms. There was huge den, which led to the
bedroom. The den had everything a man would want - a huge plasma screen
television, a computer in another corner, a well-stocked bar and pantry
with a refrigerator. Dumbells lay around and couple of machines for working
out - treadmill, bench-press, there was a boxing punching bag suspended
from the ceiling. There were huge mirrors on one of the walls. As Tariq
walked in, he looked at himself in the mirrors and began to flex his
muscles, stroke his chest and pulls at his nipples.

"You like what you see, Boy? You like how your Daddy looks?"

"Yes Sir. Very much.

"We will get you a body like this too, my Boy."

"Do you think Mom needs help with my bags?"

"Hey Boy, you will call me Dad or Daddy. And her, you will call what I call
her at the start of the day."

Luke looked questioningly.

"Today I started with Pussy. I used to call her Prissy once, but the cunt
responds better to Pussy or Cunt or Bitch or Whore. Anything but
Pricilla. She doesn't like that name," he laughed.

He was right. Deep down inside, Pricilla loved her husband and loved the
way he treated her - like trash. Whenever the men raped her she actually
enjoyed every bit of it. When Greg and Gary, the twins who worked for
Tariq, raped both her holes simultaneously, she would whimper for them to
stop, but she actually wanted them to fuck her harder, with greater
aggression. And the fact that they were verbally abusive as well only made
the experience more satisfying.

Tariq ran his hand through Luke's hair lovingly.  Was this for real?
Wondered Luke.

Luke walked around the room gingerly. Tariq pulled out a coke can from the
fridge and threw it at Luke. "Catch.... Sit down Boy. Get comfortable."

Luke settled down in a comfortable chair. Pricilla walked in with the
suitcase.

"Shall I get my backpack?" said Luke, getting up.

"No, Pussy will do it. She's a little deaf, so you will have to speak up a
little," said Tariq looking down at Luke.

Tariq was standing close to Luke and his crotch was barely a foot away. He
could see the muscles on the hairy thighs.  Luke seemed possessed.  "Pussy,
where is my fukin backpack," he snapped rudely at his mom.

Tariq let out a short laugh of approval and ruffled his hair once again. He
pulled Luke's head towards his crotch, and Luke willing let his head be
buried in his Dad's crotch. He could get the divine cock smell and feel
Dad's cock quivering through the fine cotton material.

"Sorry Luke, I think we left it in the car," said Pricilla.

"Then don't just stand there staring at my Boy, Cunt. Go and fukin get it."

Pricilla hurried out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Tariq switched on a machine which simulated F1 Track Racing . Phew! Luke
had never seen anything like this before. But he got on to the seat and
took to it like fish to water.

"Pussy," Tariq hollered. Pricilla rushed into the room with the backpack.

"Have you started clearing up from the room?" asked Tariq.

"Am doing just that."

"Do it fast. Also stock up my fridge with beer. If I run out of chilled
beer, I will shove a warm can up your pussy, bitch" Tariq said softly, but
in a chilling tone.

"Now pass me a beer."

Pricilla pulled out a can from the fridge and handed it to Tariq.

"Anything you need, Boy?" Luke smiled mischievously. "Ha, ha!" guffawed
Tariq. "We are going to share this."

After a few beers and a pizza, Luke went to his bedroom. He was tire and
groggy after the beers. He took off his clothes and settled under the
blanket. He was soon fast asleep, tired after the long travel.

In the middle of the night he woke up with a start. He went to the bathroom
to pee. He tip-toed down the passage to Dad's suite.  He opened the door of
the den and walked to bedroom. Light was streaming in though the window,
there was a sound of gentle snoring - the rhythmic sound was
reassuring. When his eyes adapted to the darkness, he saw Dad, spread out
on the bed, his torso bare and revealed. He walked to the bed, got in next
to the sleeping form and put his arm on the chest.

"Bitch, what are you doing here," he growled, pushing him away. "Oh, it is
you Boy, come on under the sheets."

Tariq pulled his Boy close to him and gave him a peck on his mouth. Luke
rested his head on Dad's chest and began to lick his nipple.

"Suck on it my Boy," said Dad, barely awake. "That is all yours."

The Boy began to suck on his Dad's nipples, while twisting the other with
his fingers. Dad's breath smelled of whisky and cigars, which Luke found a
big turn-on. Soon Dad started breathing evenly. Luke continued to suck and
then slipped his head under the covers. The cock though flaccid, was at
least three inches long and pretty thick. Luke began to sniff and then
eventually suck his daddy's cock.  The cock quivered sometimes but it never
rose. Dad had now started snoring softly. Still half asleep, he stroked
Luke's head. Despite the sharp farts, Luke continued to lick the cock and
balls. After a while Luke went back to his room, but couldn't sleep. He
couldn't believe at the turn of events in his life. When he finally dosed
off, he had a beatific smile on his face.

The surreptitious visits to Daddy's room went on for a few days out of
respect for his mom.  But within a week, Luke had begun to blatantly share
his Daddy's bed.

Pricilla would walk in with the morning coffee and the newspaper for Tariq,
to find her son sleeping with his head on the chest of her husband.

Once she walked in to find him under the covers, sucking Daddy's cock.

"Oh Luke, what are you up to?" she whispered, visibly shocked.

"Just get the fuk out of here, Cunt!" Tariq shouted back and threw at her
some object he could lay his hands on. But she stood there transfixed.

"Here, you want to watch?" said Tariq, pulling the sheet away. The wife ran
out averting her gaze from her son blowing her husband. She was totally
horrified.

"Cunt, come and watch how to do it right," Luke screamed after his
mom. Both the men laughed loudly.

The Boy loved his Dad... he loved the way Daddy looked at him, kissed him
deep and ruffled his hair. He had never been treated with so much love
before. He also loved his Daddy's cock... his hairy chest and smelly
armpits... just everything about his Dad... of late he even loved the smell
of his Daddy's hairy, crusty asshole, which he loved to lick and suck.

And he also loved the way he could treat his mom, who he had always
despised. The slut who'd left him with his grandparent and disappeared when
he was barely 2 years.

Luke pulled down his shorts and sat on Daddy's cock.

"It wouldn't go in that easily, Son," said Dad. "Get me the tube of gel in
my table drawer."

Luke lay on Daddy's knees with his butt facing up. Daddy squeezed out a
generous dollop of KY Jelly on three of his fingers. He slowly began to
push them into the Boy's asshole - one, two and finally three fat fingers
went into the hole. Daddy bent forward and gave the Boy a deep lingering
kiss. He could see that the Boy was in great pain but made no sound, not a
whimper. Silent tears rolled down the Boy's face, but for his Daddy he was
willing to suffer all the pain. Dad started pumping his hole with three
fingers. Soon the pain seemed to ease and he began to enjoy it.

"Come now my hungry slut. Come and sit on Daddy's cock and make him happy."

The Boy sat on Daddy's cock and began to pump. Daddy started fuking his Boy
in every conceivable position and at every possible angle. The action was
passionate and aggressive. The moans and groans were like two animals on
heat, copulating.

"Take this my son. Take Daddy's huge cock in your pussy-hole like a man."

"Yes Daddy, fuk your Boy's hole. Use and abuse your Son, Daddy."

"Aaaah! I love you my Boy. My slutty Boy. Take Daddy cock up your Pussy."

"I love you Daddy. Your slutty Son loves you Daddy."

"Boy, I want you to eat your Daddy's cum."

The huge cock pounded the son, then it was pulled out suddenly and Tariq
pushed his son's head on his throbbing cock.  The cock was covered in blood
and ass-juices.

"Eat the cock and clean it for Daddy."

The Boy began to enthusiastically lick and cleaned the dirty, pulsating
cock, as it began to ejaculate cum into his mouth.

On the other side of the door, Pricilla was peeping through the keyhole and
listening intently to the sounds. Her fingers were under her skirt, rubbing
her clit.

After ejaculating, Tariq positioned his asshole on Luke's face, who lay on
the floor. Luke sucked at Daddy's delicious shithole, at the same time
wanking himself off furiously. He finally ejaculated all over himself and
on the floor.  Daddy lifted his Boy up in his arm and licked the cum on his
Boy's stomach, as he carried him to the bathroom.

Pussy heard the bathroom door shut. She walked in nervously. She knelt down
and began licking her Son's cum off the floor.

Inside the bathroom, the Boy was kneeling in front of his Daddy. He was
drinking the fresh, warm piss from his Daddy's beautiful cock. His eyes
were shut and he looked ecstatic.

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like the story. So please write to Sam at nifty_addict@yahoo.com

If you like this story please read my other stories on this site:

COACHING A DAD AND SON- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/coaching-a-dad-and-his-son

DAD GRANDDAD AND I- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dad-granddad-and-i

THE JOB INTERVIEW- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/the-job-interview

MY DADDY'S PIG- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-daddys-pig

MY FATHER-IN-LAWS BITCH-   http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/father-in-laws-bitch

THE SON RETURNS- http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-son-returns