“You wanna cold one?” my stepdad asked, reaching into the fridge at nearly midnight while I did homework at the kitchen table. Drinking beer in front of the TV in his tighty whities after Mom went to bed was a nightly ritual.
“Nah,” I refused. “I gotta finish studying for this chemistry midterm I’ve got coming up.”
“You know, Jimmy, I’m proud of you,” he said, popping open the beer and taking a sip.
“It’s just community college,” I demurred.
“That’s something, man,” he replied. “You don’t want to be busting your ass like me, cleaning pools for a living when you’re my age.”
“I guess,” I replied sheepishly, but what I wanted to say was how proud I was of him for working so hard for my mom and me. I wasn’t even his flesh and blood, yet he was putting me through college. I could never find the words to tell my stepdad how much I loved him, but perhaps I could find a way to show him.
“Do . . . Do you and Mom still fuck?” I asked hesitantly. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night when I was a kid, the sound of him grunting as their headboard banged against the wall, my mom moaning under his weight. But that had stopped years ago.
“Shit, Jimmy. You’re grown up now, so I won’t lie to you,” he began. “It’s been years since your mom and me fucked. Marriages can be really complicated. I know your mom loves me, but she doesn’t want to fuck no more.”
“You can fuck me . . . if you want,” I offered, my eyes meeting his.
“Christ, Jimmy,” he exhaled, placing his beer on the counter. “You know I support your being gay and all. But I can’t fuck you. Guys like me don’t fuck other dudes.”
“Your buddy next door fucks me,” I confessed,“in his garage out back after Judy and the kids are in bed.”
“Hank?” he asked in disbelief. “He fucks you?”
“Yeah,” I affirmed. “A few times a week. He fucked me on top of his Harley last time. Hank loves my tight hole. He said Judy’s cunt got all baggy after popping out all those kids.”
“Jesus,” he exclaimed. “Hank told me he was getting some pussy on the side, but didn’t tell me it was yours.”
“Are you mad?” I asked. “Mad that your best bud is fucking your stepson?”
“Nah,” he denied, his tighty whities tenting. “It’s kinda hot when I think about it.”
“Then why don’t you think about getting that big cock in me?” I suggested, dropping to my knees and pulling down his briefs. His thick, hairy cock was rock hard and just about smacked me in the face.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, his head rolling back as I took his big cock down my warm throat. “I’m warning you . . . I nut fast.”
“In that case, we’d better get that cock up my ass,” I replied, lowering my shorts as I stood up and braced myself against the kitchen counter, my hole presented for his use.
“Christ, you are tight,” he marveled, pushing into me, his hands gripping my hips. “I ain’t gonna last long.”
“It’s cool, man,” I assured him, reveling in the fullness of his thick cock buried balls deep in me, his hairy belly rubbing against my smooth ass. “Shoot whenever you’re ready,” I told him. He was ready.
“Fuck, man,” he grunted urgently. “Here it fuckin’ comes . . . SHIT . . . DAMN.” His body convulsed as his hairy balls emptied inside me. Pulling out of me, his load began to drip from my hole. I quickly clenched my anus, wanting to keep his seed in me as long as possible.
“Damn, I needed that,” he exhaled, pulling his briefs back up and over his wet, spent cock. “You ain’t gonna tell your mom, right?”
As I nodded in affirmation, my phone suddenly buzzed. Reaching into my crumpled shorts on the floor, I noticed I had a text. “It’s Hank,” I announced. “He wants me to come over. You wanna join us? You two can take turns tagging my ass.”
“Fuck YES,” my stepdad exclaimed, his tighty whities tenting again. “Lemme just put on a pair of shorts before we head over there.”
“Forget the shorts,” I laughed. “You won’t be in them for long.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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