“You game for a quick fuck?” Frank asked, that devious look in his eyes as we watched Sports Center together on the motel bed, the shower running in the bathroom. “I could really use it.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” I objected. “Mom could catch us.”
“She’s washing her hair, so she’ll be awhile,” he countered. “Plus, you know I never last long inside you.”
Frank had married my mom when I was in the 10th grade. I was attracted to him from the start—the hairy body, the sexy beard, the gruff demeanor, the gravely voice. I had been raised by a single mom, so it was no surprise that I had daddy issues. And it didn’t help that my mom and I were attracted to the same type of guy.
The fucking was a recent thing. Frank waited until I was 18 before making his move on me, I’ll give him that. We never talked about my sexuality. I was still fairly closeted, but he had to have seen the signs. And he must have suspected that I was attracted to him.
Mom was away for the week when it first happened, visiting her sister in Toledo. “Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?” Frank suggested late one night as we finished watching an old James Bond movie. “I get lonely when your mom is away.”
I knew what to expect, what was going to happen—and I wanted it. We were side by side in their king bed, laughing about something funny that happened earlier in the day, when Frank turned off the bed lamp and promptly rolled on top of me, his hard cock pressed against me. His tongue was in my mouth, his beefy body dominating me, consuming me as he pulled off my briefs.
Pushing my legs apart, he fingered some lube into my hole, and soon his thick cock was inside me as my nails dug into his back. Rocking his load into my virgin cunt, his hairy belly rubbed against my hard cock with each thrust, driving me wild. He rolled off me when he had finished, his seed spilling out of the gaping void he left behind. He thanked me for giving myself to him. And then we both drifted off to sleep.
We started fucking a lot after that. It was like when I first discovered jacking off—I couldn’t get enough. Frank never explained why he suddenly preferred my ass over my mom’s pussy. I had my theories, but the reasons didn’t really matter. All I knew was that I liked being Frank’s new fuck toy—a toy he played with a lot.
Frank fucked me every time that Mom left the house—a trip to the grocery store, or getting her hair done, or when she volunteered at church. We looked for any reason to send Mom out on errands.
We had to seek out creative locations for when Mom was at home. One time, Frank railed me in the men’s room of the city park down the street. Another time in the storeroom of the hardware store where he worked. Twice in the bathroom of the ice cream shop where I worked. And five times in the backseat of his car, parked behind an old, abandoned gas station, the windows steamy with our hot breath.
We fucked in many risky ways and places, often close to getting caught. But we had never fucked in a motel room with my mom in the shower less than 20 feet away.
“Come on,” he pleaded, rubbing his tenting briefs. “It was a long drive today, and you know I’ll sleep better after dumping my load in you.”
“Fine,” I acquiesced, slipping off my boxer briefs as he climbed between my legs. “Just please be quick.”
Frank didn’t even take the time to remove his briefs, instead pushing the waistband down below his balls, freeing his beer can cock. He spat on my puckered hole—our usual bottle of lube unobtainable in his toiletry kit in the bathroom.
“More spit,” I winced as he began to push into my dry hole. He obliged by hawking another wad of spit onto his cock head, sliding in easily at that point.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he exhaled, his hands on my thighs, pushing them wide apart. “I fucking needed this so bad.”
“I know,” I sympathized, reaching up to stroke his hairy chest and belly as he thrusted rhythmically. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
“Pinch my nips,” he ordered, his full balls smacking my ass. “You know it always gets me there fast.”
I complied, feeling his cock growing harder in me, seemingly swelling to double in size. He picked up his pace, pushing my thighs even wider, my ass raising so he could breed me deep. His breathing intensified.
“SHIT,” he gasped, trying to suppress his usual bear grunts as his cock pulsed inside of me, spewing its warm seed in my depths.
Frank collapsed on top of me, his balls depleted. I stroked the downy fur on his back as he stayed inside me, holding his body close to me as his breathing subsided.
He pulled out quickly when we heard the shower turn off. Frank yanked up his briefs, stuffing his spent cock back into them, as I scrambled for my boxer briefs.
Mom soon emerged in a cloud of steam from the bathroom, a scratchy motel towel wrapped around her. Frank and I quickly turned our attention back to Sports Center, acting like nothing had happened. My hand rested upon a viscous wet spot that we had left on the sheet.
“I just need some panties,” Mom announced, rummaging through her suitcase before tracking back to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Whew, that was close.
“Why did you have to pick a college that’s 500 miles away?” Frank asked rhetorically, his hand rubbing my bare leg softly. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you after we drop you off tomorrow. Promise you won’t forget me once you start bending over for all those horny frat boys.”
“I won’t forget you,” I assured Frank, which was true. I was going to miss his thick cock, the feeling of his hairy body rubbing against me as he seeded my hole, his strong arms holding me close to him.
But honestly—the idea of bending over a cum-stained couch in a fraternity house basement, taking a line of cock, was fucking awesome. And, thanks to my stepdad, my hole was more than ready for it.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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