Sleazy Stepdad Thirsty Son

London 2019

I was dozing on a chair next to my sleeping brothers hospital bed when my Dad opened the door to the room gently. It was three something in the morning on a Saturday night. Jayden had been involved in a serious car accident earlier that evening. His collarbone is broken, he has a torn ligament in his leg and was pretty lucky to be alive from what I could gather. I stirred from my light sleep sensing a presence. 

“Hello Ben”

I guess it makes sense that the hospital called him but I never thought I’d ever be in the same room as him again. Ever. It had been a six long months. I’d been counting.

“Hi, Dad. Dont worry, he's gonna be fine.   It looks worse than it is” my voice was measured and calm, hiding my abject shock at seeing him. I thought he was out of the country.

“I know, mate I just spoke to a doctor, are you OK?”

“Yeah I’m good, just glad he’s alright”

“Me too, mate” He looked sympathetically at Jayden, bloodied and bruised. An awkward silence enveloped us.

"It’s been a long time, Ben. How you doing?" He asked like a concerned Dad, no sexual edge or undertone. Just a guy checking in on his adult kid. 

"I’m... I’m.... doing OK. Dad. But I can’t do this. Not now" 

My mind was starting to race. I really didn’t expect to be confronted with this today. I’d spent months trying to move on, trying to forget what we did. The call from the hospital had filled me with dread, I didn’t know if Jayden would be alive when I got here. And now this?

“I’m sorry”

I grabbed my jacket and left the room hurriedly, struggling to slow my breathing. I heard him call after me, into the long corridor from Jayden’s room, but I continue walking the waxed floor towards an exit sign. My heart is pounding in my chest.

It was the sheer deep, authority. The volume of him that stopped me. Millions of memories bubble back: the terror of being shouted at as a teenager, or being caught doing something by him that would invoke his rage. 

“BEN. STOP. NOW!”

Three or four nurses, stop in their tracks all looking at him. Alarmed. He caught up with me, turned me around by pulling my shoulder roughly, he mutes his aggression and loudness sensing prying eyes:

“I don’t give a shit about the biological fucking stuff. I raised you, Ben. That makes me your fucking Dad whether you like it or not” 

He paused, really thinking about what he wanted to say next:

“Now, I understand if you don’t want me, can’t look at me. That’s OK. But you can treat me with the respect that I’m due as your fucking Dad. None of this is my fucking fault. Blame your slut of a mother”

“Dad, I....”

“Look I know we can never go back to how things were. At the same time you can’t deny me the chance to be your dad. Its not fucking fair, Ben and you know it. Stop being so fucking selfish”

Jesus. He was right. 

“Im sorry. Stay here with your Brother.... I gotta go find a hotel, I just flew in from Milan, if I....”

“Dad, Dad you can stay at mine, I’m fifteen minutes away. You can stay in Jayden’s room. But Dad we cant...do...you know”

“I know, Ben. I know we can’t do that anymore. I just want to be a Dad right now, get Jayden fixed up and get things sorted with you. You’re not as irresistible as you think.” He smirked.

It was risky, but he’d pulled it off. A small smile crept over my lips and I thawed a little: Maybe there was a way, over time that we could forget the sexual stuff, rebuild our relationship as Father and Son. It wasn’t only the sex. It was hard to explain with Dad because what we shared was so amazing, but underneath the sexual thrill of him was a strong, funny, loyal human being who loved his kids. One I had enjoyed getting to know as a man, outside of the paternal relationship that it started as; I didn’t just miss those mind-blowing sessions with him: I missed him.

We sit with Jayden an hour longer and then drive to mine in silence. I wasn’t ready to spend time alone with him. I couldn’t trust him yet and I wasn’t sure I could trust myself. Jayden’s bed was freshly made. I told him to help himself to beer, tea, coffee and food and explained that I was shattered, it had been a horrible day and I needed to sleep.

“Night, Dad”

“Night, Ben. Ben, mate. I’m sorry for the way that things....”

“I’m sorry too Dad. Let’s just focus on getting Jayden back on his feet” 

I went to my bedroom closing the door behind me.The moment I got into bed, my dick started to harden. The trauma of the evening had wiped me out, but now alone in the dark, I started to remember things about Dad. Dirty things. Things no Son should ever think about his own father. Just knowing he was there made me tremble. I lay under the duvet trying not to touch myself, think about his hairy body, how deeply and aggressively he turned me on. I couldn’t let it win: I wouldn’t let it win. I hear the springs of Jayden’s bed depress slightly. He’s in bed in the room next to mine, settling down. I should try to sleep. He’s only just flown in from another country: he’ll be snoring soon.

About an hour later, I’m sweaty still throbbing and far from sleep. I need to bang one out before I explode. As my hand starts to tug quickly at my erection I hear the bedsprings creak through the wall and stop. Has he got up? Did he hear me? I slow my breathing. I hear a floorboard creek in the hall just beyond my door. He’s just using the bathroom. But I don’t hear the cord light of the bathroom click on. Another creak. Closer. A part of me wants to summon him, call him to my bed but I know I can’t. Another creak and the gentle, barely audible rattle of my door handle. 

A warm, almost liquid feeling of excitement and desire coursed through my entire motionless, rigid body as the door slowly opens. Oh God. It’s him. Naked. The dim light hits his silvery chest hair, his big chain glinting.  The rest of him is silhouetted against the bright light of the hall. His dick is twitching, unable to contain itself. He’s just standing there looking. Watching me.

I literally couldn’t pretend anymore. I was out. 6 months of longing for him had left me weak, exposed and tired of my own bullshit and denial. I start to pull the cover from me slowly, still looking at his motionless outline. My cock boings from under the duvet, slick with pre-cum. I leisurely spread my legs, inviting him into me as the cover falls to the floor. I don’t care about anything other than this moment anymore. I wanted him. I knew he was my Dad and I still wanted him. More than anything I’ve ever wanted. I feel like I can’t breathe again. The sleazy anticipation was so heightened I start to shiver. He starts to slowly make his way from the door. Aw I can smell him. Musky, manly, a slight hint of a cologne men don’t wear anymore.

“I shouldn’t be here” His voice is deep but...shaky, confused, filled with a desire that shamed him.

“I shouldn’t want you here....Dad” I spread my legs further apart and begin to start to stroke myself in long, delicate movements:

"But I do"

His cock is still convulsing involuntarily. He’s a tiny bit nearer now. I see a single strand of clear pre-cum dangling from its purple head. I’m reminded of how I loose it with him. How slutty and deviant he could make me feel. Another hand skims the light blonde fur of my inner thigh and I  start to finger my hole gently as I spread-eagle for him. I start to gyrate on own digits as he looks deep into me. I mouth the words daddy please whilst biting my lip seductively. There’s no sound but he knows what I said. I’m slowly wriggling now, lost in fantasy, my body an invitation.

“God. This is so wrong, Ben”

He takes his own cock in his big paw. Matching my stroking movements. Slow. Erotic. 

“I know, I know” I say it gently. I find his eyes in the dark and lock onto them, a violent longing is replacing my shame and confusion as I rise and fall onto my own fingers.

“Awww Ben” He growls quietly. 

His wanking is getting harder, quicker. I realised mine had too.

“fuck me” I whisper into his eyes. That was it: Spoken consent. Permission.

His hairy chest slammed into mine, his big, broad body falling between my legs. The wiry hair of his belly on my cock, squashing its urgent firmness between our writhing bodies. Were kissing. His tounge curling over my own with a desperate lust as mine responds by meeting it.

“Ughhhhmmmmmmm”

“Oh Ben, Ben. Mmmm”  Soon he’s on my nipples, I run my sticky hands over his bald head as he eats them, spending minutes caressing them, playing with them, darting their erect pinkness with the tip of his masterful tongue as I whimper. His five O clock shadow is rough and spiky on my chest. He's slowly grinding his belly into the slippery juices of my cock. My splayed legs tighten around his body, my bare feet on the soft bristles of his thicc rump. All I hear between his slurps is our hushed moans, heavy breathing:

"Ughh ahhhhhhhh mmm“ I need to taste your cock” I say it into his ear as he delicately bites on a nipple. 

He repositions quickly, he’s on his knees, straddling me, his dewy butt resting on my chest as he slides its veiny fullness into my hungry mouth

“MmmmmmOOhhhhmmmmm” His gigantic cock was at his vintage best. Fully, stupidly erect and smeared in the sweet tang of its own fluids. I ran my tongue over its, veins, flecked its tip, before falling into a rhythm of deep, hungry sucks as it pulsates and convulses repeatedly in my mouth, my throat. I’m moaning in pleasure. Fuck! I’d missed its delicious taste, its impressive size filling my mouth.

“Ahhgh Ben. Yessssssss. Mmm mmm Ohhh” 

He’s starting to skull fuck me. He’s losing his gentleness, his insecurity in the process. We both are. What was so disgustingly wrong an hour ago feels so right now. I devoured every thrust until he slowly stops. He falls next to me on his back, out of breath:

“I want to be inside you” He growls it breathlessly. His cock, erect and waiting for my ass. I turn and begin to suck again as he groans, running his fingers through my messy hair. After a while I start to lick his pale hairy balls as his cock moves spasmodically above them, possessed by our lust.

After a minute this new urge takes me, I leave his nuts and gently pry his furry thighs apart. I lean in, pressing my face between his ass cheeks, pulling them apart with my hands. The musk of him here is fucking intoxicating, I inhale deeply. I begin to tease his hole, embedded amongst tight curls of grey hair. I moisten it with my wet tongue as he pulls my whole head into his crack. Id never tasted this part of him before. It was heavenly. Soon two saliva covered fingers start to make their way in and out of him. He’s growling my name in pleasure, gripping my head in his thighs and then splaying them outwards as he groans. 

Then I knew. I knew that I had to fuck him. I had to fuck my Dad. I get up on my knees and bait his glistening hole with my head, slicking my pre cum over his most intimate place with a dark pleasure. I lean over his body, glistening with sweat and start to go go town on his nipples, my cock edging inside slightly, in and out of his entrance, provoking it.  His growls become long and guttural, a continuous husky, deep moan. I lubricate his hole with a palm full of spit and look into his eyes as I enter him, squelching deep inside. It feels incredible. He takes its whole stiff length determinedly and pushes into me, as I plunge deeper, and backs up slightly as I withdraw. We build a gentle rhythm and I’m at his mouth again, tonguing him over his lips, then going in for deep, wet, sleazy kisses. All whilst I pound his thicc hairy ass. I raise my torso and grab his cock as I gyrate my hips into him. I’m Wanking him to the pattern of my thrusting, which has become fast; uncontrollable. I was beyond aroused or horny....every synapse was firing, every part of my body trembled and ached with this forbidden lust as I thumped into his sloppy, juicy hole.

“BBBBeeeennnnn asghhhaaammmm”

“You like me inside Dad? You like it Dad?” Said into his hot bursts of breath, his deep- ass groans.

“You like your boy fucking you Daddy? Yeah take it, Dad”  

I go deeper still, my body rising up away from his mouth. My hands are on his chest, one over each nipple. I look for the eye contact we would use to increase the intensity of our love making but his smooth head was thrown back in pleasure as his own son satisfied his every desire:

"OOOHHHH! Yesssss, Son. Yessssss....Fuckin’ do me!” He’s running his clammy hands over my hard body as I motor into his wide-open legs.  I was sooo close to filling him with spools of hot cum that I had to make myself leave him. Force myself to stop. There were other ways we wanted to demonstrate just how much we had secretly longed for this family reunion. I was so deep I had to grip its hardness in my hand to slowly withdraw it from him. It left huge gloops of pre cum, dribbling over his spit slicked hole and onto my sheets.

We fall into an embrace, he puts a hirsute leg over me, as we lay on our sides, rough-handling and grabbing each other as we kiss. His greased cock was compressed against mine, the wetness making them slither and slide over the other producing a sensation beyond words. We start an impromptu, whispered conversation into each others mouths.

“Ohhhhh mmm I missed you, Son

”“I missed you so bad, Dad”

“You want me inside you, baby?”

“I want your cum inside me Dad, I’ve wanted your cock so bad. I never stopped wanting you Daddy. Fuck me. Aw Dad please fuck me” I was desperate for it, ravenous.  His hand glides over my wet body and rests on my ass cheeks, his fingers slide down and start to toy with my hole.

“AWWWW DAD!” 

“I never stopped wanting you. Daddy needs his boy, Ben”

“Awwww fuck me Dad, put it in your boy”

“Mmmm sit on my cock, son yeah?”

As I slide onto the enormity of it, we abandon the whispered smut and raise the volume. I’m gyrating my hips and thrusting into his length. All of it. Every pound, every thud bringing me closer to a new level of ecstasy.

“AHHH BEN” It was roared so loud it almost made me jump.

“Mmmmm yeah fill me up Daddy!” I have both of his  nipples in my fingers, I’m squeezing hard, then softly.

“Yeah? You want this, Son? YOU FUCKIN’ WANT MY COCK, BOY! He power fucks me. Hard. Harder than ever. Than anyone ever. His cock hurts but it’s an exquisite pain, gift wrapped in the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced with anyone.

“Uggghhhohhh. FUCK ME DAD!” The squeaking springs of the bed fill the room as the bed buckles beneath us. He feels it break underneath him:

“Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop AWWWWWW!"

 I’m wanking so hard that my hand's a fucking blur as he continues to smash his girth into my deeply appreciative body. 

“Awwwwww Cum in me Dad. I want it inside me”

“Yeah boy? You want the cum that made you? YEAH!”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMM!”

He unloads into me as my cum splatters on to his chest, a final load hitting his stubbled chin. Wed become experts at dual climax over our time together.

 “AAwaahh Daddy”

"You like that Baby?" He’s wiping my cum from his face, sucking it from his fingers.Suddenly the bed collapses entirely. As the mattress slams to the floor, parts of the frame topple around us. We both laugh like idiots.

“Fuck. Dad. Fuck that was....Fuck!"  I was out of breath, exhausted. He laughs again. His dick slides out and we’re next to each other, looking into his deep brown eyes was almost as good as the sex. Almost.

“Do you want me to go, mate....I couldn’t help myself, I...”

“Dad. I don’t want you to go anywhere. I’ve tried to fight it. I tried really hard. I’m done. I want you”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Turns out I am that irresistible”

“Yeah, yeah, I had that one coming” he grins as I run my hands over his body.

"Could you go again?"  I ask after we rested for twenty minutes or so. My sloppy dick was slowly growing into his thigh and we had an a couple of hours until visiting hours started at the hospital. We could sleep later.He leant in for a kiss, seductive and naughty. His hands on my nipples again. The wet mess of his cock was in my hand again, gaining mass.Then the doorbell rang.

“Ignore it, Son” He snarls. 

I fucking love it when he’s authoritive. 

I agree with him silently, letting his tongue tangle into mine as an amazon missed-delivery card slides under the front door. 

By the time we get into the shower, we’re dead on our feet, practically holding each other up. Dad had filled me with his cum twice; Exhausted, didn’t come close to describing it. It had been a fucked up night, but Jayden was going to be OK and Dad was back. I felt good. Weird but good. I couldn’t get enough of his body, his tongue as the hot water hit us. I knew we were due at the hospital and it wasn’t leading to sex.  We just couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, his touch, his taste the way he smelled invigorated me. I had secretly longed for him so much that it felt so good to sense that same ache had been present in him too. Maybe this was it. If I removed the biological connection from my head, or learned to live with it, somehow, then we had nothing but happiness ahead of us.

“You seen my phone Dad?” I was naked on the sofa putting socks on. Jayden probably had a list of demands already. I’d packed him a bag but we could stop at the supermarket if he needed anything else. I should give him a bell.

“No, mate. C’Mon, Ben we’re gonna be late” He had always moaned that I took too long to get ready. He enters wearing just an open shirt, his dick bouncing around as he looked for his keys. I felt a boner start to develop as he bent over to pick them up from under the sofa, flashing his big hairy ass at me, those furry nuts and his enormous cock dangling beneath.

“OK I’ll find it later. Oi Dad?” He knows what I want already.

“Again, Son? You trying to give me a heart attack?” It was so good to see him smile.

I didn’t know that I’d left my phone at the hospital in my hurried panic earlier. I didn’t know as my Dad leant in for a soft kiss that a bored and irritated Jayden is scrolling through my videos on my phone. After Dad let’s me take off his shirt and start licking his hairy chest, his nipples, he starts to squeeze my dick.

“We can be ten minutes late” He says. “It’s not like he can get into trouble in a hospital” 

“Fuck me again, Dad”

We end up in the kitchen, one of my legs on the marble work surface as he grinds into my ass, hands gripping my hips nuzzling my neck, whispering dirty smut in my ear from behind me. I knew he was tired but what he has lost in stamina he makes up for in precision and satisfaction. I must have been lost in his rhythmic, steady fucking at about the time Jayden discovers a password protected video file in my phone. By the time I’m licking warm, creamy cum from our Dad’s dick, from his hairy balls, Jayden is typing MICHAEL89 into a password field. An educated guess.

PASSCODE ACCEPTED

As we’re rushing around, pulling clothes on for a second time,  Jayden is clicking on a file entitled:

#HOTEL1