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“I’m headed to bed,” my stepdad announced, dropping by my room in his tighty whities just before midnight. “You decided not to hang with your buds tonight?” he asked.

“Nah,” I answered trying not to stare at his massive bulge. “All they want to do is drink beer in Dylan’s basement and then go hit on girls at the drive-in.”

“Well,” he laughed, “that sounds about right for eighteen-year-old boys on a Saturday night. What’s wrong with that?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I guess it’s just not for me.”

“I might not be your real dad,” he said, taking a seat on the bed next to me, “but you know you can talk with me if something is going on. And I promise not to tell your mother.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “But nothing—nothing’s going on.”

“Okay,” he replied, unconvinced. “Well, maybe then you can answer me this—I bought a large cucumber at the market yesterday, and now it’s missing. Your mother says she didn’t eat it, and I know I didn’t. Do you have any idea what happened to that cucumber?”

“No—no. I have no clue,” I stammered, averting my eyes from his stare.

“So if I were to maybe search your bathroom trash bin,” he suggested, rising off the bed, “you’re saying I wouldn’t find it at the bottom, all wrapped in toilet paper?”

“No—stop,” I begged, pulling him back down on the bed. “I stole the cucumber—okay?”

“And you fucked yourself with it?” he accused.

“Yes,” I confessed. “It was too big and it hurt like fuck. Jesus—you must think I’m fucked in the head to be having sex with a vegetable.”

“Not at all,” he chuckled. “I once cut a hole in a watermelon when I was your age, and then tried to fuck it.”

“Did it feel any good?” I asked, shocked by his candor.

“Nah. It felt like fucking a watermelon,” he laughed. “And the juice got the floor all sticky and attracted ants. It was a fucking mess.”

We were both quiet for a moment. I had to admit that I was turned on by the image of my stepdad fucking a watermelon as a younger man. I looked over at his tenting briefs and could tell the memory of it had aroused him, too.

“Have you—have you had any real dick yet?” he asked hesitantly. “You know—the kind that you don’t buy at the supermarket?”

“Not yet,” I admitted. “None of my buds seem to be . . . like me. All they talk about is pussy.”

“I’ve never told anyone this,” my stepdad began, “but I used to play around with an uncle of mine when I was your age. He liked to get fucked and would let me tap his ass. It’s not so unusual for guys your age to explore safely with an older man.”

“Would—would you be game for letting me, you know, explore with you?” I ventured.

“Absolutely,” he answered, pulling down the front of his briefs and unleashing his thick eight-incher. His helmet head was purplish and was already producing precum.

“Can I touch it?” I asked.

“Touch it?” he laughed. “I was hoping you’d suck it for me.”

Dropping to my knees as he stayed seated on the edge of the bed, I got between his legs and pulled off his briefs. Thinking back to all the porn I’ve watched, I started by licking and sucking his big, hairy balls.

“Christ, that feels good,” he moaned, his hand stroking the top of my head. “Now lick up my shaft and tease the head—I fucking love that.”

I had never had a cock in my mouth before, but sucking his big dick felt natural to me—as if I was born to do it. In a way, I imagined I was jacking him with my mouth, using the rhythm and pressure that works for me when I rub one out. Whatever I was doing seemed to be working from the way my stepdad was reacting as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” I asked, coming up for air as I continued to stroke him.

“No,” he protested. “I want to cum up your ass. Will you ride me?”

“Uh—yeah,” I agreed, both shocked and excited to lose my virginity to my studly stepdad.

“You got any lube?” he asked, scanning my room.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Well—what do you use to jack?”

“Umm—I’ve got some Vaseline,” I admitted as I pulled the tub out of my bed table drawer. “I like the feel of it.”

“That’s perfect,” he replied, dipping two fingers into the slippery stuff and coating his cock with a thick layer of it. “Now sit on my cock,” he ordered.

“What if Mom hears us?” I hesitated.

“She took an Ambien,” he reported, pushing his fat cockhead against my hole. “She’s gonna sleep like the dead.”

“FUUUCK,” I cried out as he suddenly grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down on his cock, impaling me with his big dick.

“There,” he winked. “I just popped your cherry.”

The pain was unreal at first. It felt like a semi-truck had been driven up my ass. I winced, closing my eyes tightly, trying to endure the brutal assault on my hole.

“Just hold still,” my stepdad instructed in a soothing voice. “Once you adjust to having me inside you, it’ll start to feel good.”

And he was right. After a couple of minutes, and some deep breaths, the pain subsided. And in its place was a delightful feeling of fullness. I began to push myself up and down on his shaft, reveling in the waves of pleasure that were coursing through my body.

“Yeah, that’s it,” my stepdad encouraged me. “Ride that cock. I’m gonna let you set the pace. You just enjoy this big dick.”

I was enjoying it—immensely, in fact. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to bob up and down on my stepdad’s thick shaft, his balls slamming against my tight hole with every downbeat.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “You keep up that pace and you’re gonna have my load before you know it.”

“Yeah, gimme that load,” I begged, riding him even harder. “I want to feel you cumming inside me.”

“SHIT,” he exclaimed urgently. “Here it comes. Aww, FUCK . . . DAMN.”

Instantly, I could feel my stepdad’s cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, releasing his seed. I wondered if it felt the same for my mom when he fucked her. Instinctively, I began to grip his cock from within, milking his balls dry.

“Fuck,” he winced, pulling out of me suddenly. “Sorry, but my cock gets ultra sensitive after I’ve shot my load.”

I fell back onto the bed, his load trickling onto the bedspread from my wrecked hole. It may sound odd, but never in my life had I felt more manly than when I had his cock up my ass. There was an inherent power in taking cock, one that I had never anticipated. The entire experience was overwhelming.

“You okay?” my stepdad asked, wiping his wet cock with his briefs before pulling them back on again.

“Yeah—I’m great,” I answered. “But I’m trying to understand why you like to fuck guys so much if you’re married to my mom?”

“Sex is complicated,” he sighed. “It’s not just black and white. There’s a lot of gray—and I fall into that gray area. I like both guys and girls. How about you?”

“I think it’s just gonna be guys for me,” I answered, fingering my cummy hole.

“Well, you’ve got a cunt made for cock, so I think that’s the right choice,” he winked. “Just promise me no more cucumbers up your ass.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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John had always been a quiet and reserved man, but the death of his wife, Susan, hit him hard. He became frustrated and angry, often taking his anger out on his son, Mark. Mark, a strapping young man of 22, had always been close to his father, but he didn’t know how to help him through his grief.

One night, after a particularly heated argument, John stumbled into Mark’s room, clearly distraught. “I’m sorry, son,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “I don’t know what to do without your mother. I miss her so much.”

Mark felt a pang of sympathy for his father. He knew how much his mother had meant to him. “It’s okay, Dad,” he said, wrapping his arms around his father’s shoulders. “I miss her too.”

John looked at his son, his eyes filled with gratitude. “You’re a good boy, Mark,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. “You take after your mother. You’re so kind and caring.”

Mark felt a warmth spread through his chest at his father’s words. He had always looked up to his mother, and he was glad that his father saw similar qualities in him.

As the night wore on, John became more and more agitated. He paced around the room, his fists clenched in anger. “I can’t take it anymore,” he muttered. “I need to let it out.”

Mark watched his father, unsure of what to do. He had never seen him like this before. Suddenly, John turned to him, his eyes wild. “Mark, I need to fuck,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

Mark recoiled at his father’s words. He had never heard him talk like that before. “Dad, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, his voice shaking.

But John was beyond reason. He grabbed Mark, pulling him close. “I need it, Mark,” he said, his breath hot against Mark’s ear. “I need to fuck you. I need to pound out my aggression.”

Mark felt a mixture of fear and excitement at his father’s words. He had always been attracted to men, but he had never acted on it before. And he had certainly never imagined being with his father.

But as John’s hands roamed over his body, Mark found himself responding. He moaned as his father’s fingers brushed against his nipples, his cock hardening in his pants.

John noticed his son’s reaction and smiled. “That’s it, Mark,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I touch you.”

Mark nodded, unable to speak. He was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body.

John wasted no time in stripping Mark bare. He admired his son’s toned body, his eyes lingering on his firm ass. “You’re beautiful, Mark,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

Mark blushed at his father’s words. He had never thought of himself as beautiful before, but coming from his father, it felt right.

John wasted no time in burying his face between Mark’s cheeks. He licked and probed at his son’s hole, preparing him for what was to come.

Mark moaned as his father’s tongue explored his most intimate places. He had never felt anything like it before.

John soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, slicking them up with saliva. He teased Mark’s hole, pushing in and out gently.

Mark gasped as his father’s fingers breached his hole. It felt strange but good, and he found himself pushing back against them.

John took this as a sign and positioned himself behind his son. He guided his cock to Mark’s entrance, pausing for a moment to look into his son’s eyes.

Mark nodded, giving his father permission to continue.

John pushed in slowly, giving Mark time to adjust to his size. Mark moaned as his father’s cock filled him up, his muscles clenching around it.

John began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Mark moaned, his cock hardening even further.

John reached around, wrapping his hand around Mark’s cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, his fingers slick with pre-cum.

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. He cried out, his orgasm ripping through him.

John followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled his son’s ass with his seed.

As they lay together, panting and spent, John looked at Mark. “You’re my little wife now,” he said, smiling.

Mark blushed at his father’s words but couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and love. He knew that they had crossed a line, but he also knew that they had found something special between them.

From that day on, John and Mark became lovers, their bond stronger than ever. They explored each other’s bodies, learning what made each other moan and gasp.

And though they knew that what they were doing was unconventional, they didn’t care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.

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He sauntered up to the lifeguard station me and my guard partner, Ken, were manning.  It was a pretty calm, boring day.  Both of us probably didn’t need to be there.  In fact, before the man walked up, I was a few minutes from telling Ken I was bagging on the rest of the day and heading home.  He couldn’t have been younger than 50, ripped as hell, with what looked like a nice bulge in his board shorts.

“Hi there,” he said, squinting in the sun.

I pulled my sunglasses down and peered over top of them.  Trying my best to sound authoritative, even though he had at least 15 - maybe even 20 - years on me, I asked, “How can help you, Sir?”

“I’ve walked down the beach all the way from the other end and I’m not very familiar with this end of the shore.  I’m finding myself needing to take a leak and I don’t want to just wade into the water and do it.  I was hoping you could tell me where the public restrooms are.”

“Sure.  They’re right over…”  I started to point in the direction they were located when I saw the look in his eyes.  It was a look I was pretty familiar with as he surveyed my body - well-maintained, if I want to brag on myself a little bit.  I smiled at him and winked.  “You know what.  They can be a little tricky to find.  Why don’t I walk you over to them?”

“I’d like that very much,” he said, smiling at me.

I told Ken, who had overheard the whole conversation, that I’d be right back.  Without saying anything, he merely shook his head and laughed.  He knows that I have a type and this guy fit it to a tee.

As we walked across the sand, toward the restrooms, I remarked to the DILF-y stud, “Maybe I’d better go inside with you…just to make sure the coast is clear.  You never know what kind of riff-raff might by hanging out inside.”

He clapped his hand on my back and rubbed it softly.  “I appreciate your dedication to my safety.  Top-notch lifeguarding!”

“How can I thank you for being so helpful?”

I don’t know about the guy, but all of this thinly-veiled sexual tension and innuendo was really getting my motor revved.  “I’m sure you’ll be able to think of a way.”  I wiggled my eyebrows at him as we arrived at the public restrooms.

“Lead the way,” he said, gesturing me to go ahead of him.  As I walked inside, not only did my cock feel like it was going to bust through my regulation swim trunks, I felt his eyes on my ass.  I couldn’t wait for what was about to happen…