Stepdad's Birthday

WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

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Chapter 1

My mom and I had been on our own for the last five years since I was 13, after my dad was killed in a tragic car accident.  Initially, she had focused entirely on raising me, while also juggling a demanding career. So once I turned 16 and was more self-sufficient, I started encouraging her to start dating.  She dabbled in the dating pool, but would wait until she thought there was serious potential before introducing the guy to me, so I only met a few of them over the last couple years.  My mom knew I was gay since before my dad died, and, like a protective mother, always wanted to make sure that any guy she dated was ok with that.

I graduated from high school earlier this year and started college a few months ago about an hour away from home with a baseball scholarship.  When I came home for Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, she introduced me to Tom, whom she had been seeing for several months.  I knew it was getting serious because he stayed in the house the whole week, so it was just the three of us.

When I arrived home, Tom and my mom were at the door ready to greet me.  Although I had held out my hand for a handshake introduction, he stepped toward me and wrapped his massive arms around me, pulling me into him in a strong hug, almost lifting me off the ground.

Seeing him for the first time, I was a bit taken aback at how hulking of a man he is.  At 6'5, he towered over me, and looked like he was about to bust out of his tight oxford shirt with his bulging chest and arms.  My mom had told me that he was the football coach at the university, and he'd played in college.  For a guy in his early-forties, he was in much better shape than I had expected.  He kind of reminded me of Austin Wolf, the gay porn star I had jacked off to countless times.  But then again, I shouldn't be comparing my mom's new boyfriend to a gay porn star, even if it was spot on.

"So great to finally meet you, Caleb.  I've heard so much about you from your mom," he said warmly as he continued to hold me tight against his chest.  His scent was a mix of cologne and masculine musk, which I couldn't help but inhale as I couldn't escape his firm embrace.

"Um, you too, Mr. Lewis.  It's nice to finally meet you," I replied.

"Oh please, it's just Tom, kid.  No need for formalities with me," he joked, finally releasing me.

Looking Tom up and down, I had to admit that my mom had done well for herself.  He was hot, and younger than she was.  I wondered if he was just a toy for her to play with, but if that was the case, she wouldn't introduce him to me.

The next several days went well.  Seeing Tom interact with my mom, I could tell he was genuinely into her, and he treated her respectfully.  We even went for a couple jogs together and got to know each other better.

The only thing about him was that he wore very fitted revealing clothing that showed off his physique, which was different than most guys my mom's age.  I mean, I don't blame the guy, he has a very athletic masculine body, so I too would leave the top three buttons of my open if I were him.  The problem is that it just provided a distraction for me, as I caught myself thinking that he was kinda hot, both physically and the masculine and confident way he carried himself. 

I returned to college after Thanksgiving and was in the thick of studying for finals when my mom texted me.

"Son, don't be mad, but Tom and I are in Vegas, and we just got married!!"

I had to read the text about twenty times.  My mom was not impulsive at all.  As a senior accounting executive at a large company, she was a planner, always thinking four steps ahead of everyone else.  So this was new.

"Wow, mom, congrats.  I'm really happy for you.  Tom seems like a great guy!" I finally responded, having revised my response at least twenty times.

"I know you haven't had the chance to spend much time with him, but I know he'll be a great stepfather to you," she typed back.

Although a bit surprised, my initial impressions of Tom were positive, so I focused back on finishing my finals before heading back home for a month for winter break.  When I arrived home, it was clear that Tom had fully moved into the house, and he was just as excited about me coming home as he was the first time I'd met him at Thanksgiving.  If it was possible, he seemed to have gotten even more in shape since I'd seen him three weeks earlier.

The first couple days back home from break, I slept in, recovering from finals and partying afterwards, and going out with my high school friends, all of us reuniting from our first semester at our respective colleges.

The university that Tom coached at was also on holiday break, so he was around the house a lot.  I quickly learned that he didn't like wearing a shirt, as he often walked around in just tight gym shorts or even just his boxer briefs, particularly after my mom had left for work.  I certainly didn't mind, since he had such a muscular body.  One morning, I even discreetly snapped a pic of him cooking breakfast in just his boxer briefs and sent it to one of my gay friends with the caption "Hard to decide what I want to eat for breakfast."  My buddy responded with a tongue emoji.

The next Monday, my mom came into my room and let me know that she had to take a last minute work trip to Dubai, so would be gone the entire week.  I told her that's fine, as long as she was back for Christmas.  She then told me that Tom's birthday was on Wednesday, and she'd planned a whole day for him, but now she'd miss all of it.

"Do you mind spending the day with him?  It'll mean a lot to him," she pleaded.

"Sure, mom.  No problem," I assured her.  She vowed to leave detailed instructions for me.

Wednesday morning, I was woken by a text from my mom from Dubai reminding me of the schedule for Tom's birthday, including me bringing coffee and breakfast to him in bed.  Having been out late with my mates the night before, I begrudgingly got out of bed in my white briefs and made my way to the kitchen to brew some coffee for Tom.

Carrying a freshly made latte with whipped cream on top, I proceeded down the hall to my mom and Tom's bedroom. I slowly opened the door without knocking and quietly walked in. 

I paused, taking in the view of Tom, buck naked, face down on the bed, the sheets pulled down to his ankles.  His muscular ass was like two basketballs, lightly dusted with sandy brown hair.  His left leg was slightly cocked, so that his balls and his meaty soft cock were also visible.  His arms were tucked up under the pillow, causing his biceps to naturally flex, along with his big rounded shoulders and traps.  I couldn't help but take my phone out and snap a pic.  My dick started stirring, but I tried to shake it off, realizing I was staring at my naked stepfather.

I walked up to the bed and sat on the side. I gently put my hand on his muscular back, softly shaking him awake.  He groaned and then rolled over on his back, squinting from the light as he slowly opened his eyes.  But my eyes were fixed on his cock, now in full unobstructed view.  It looked to be semi-hard, probably from morning wood, and had to be at least eight inches, maybe more, and was thick.  I could tell he trimmed his hair down there, but not so much that it looks perfectly manicured, so it fit with his rugged masculine looks.

He finally opened his eyes fully and realized it was me sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Happy birthday, stepdad," I said, somewhat softly since he was still a bit groggy.

He rubbed his eyes and then smiled at me, the dark brown stubble on his face making him look even sexier.  He sat up against the headboard, not bothering to cover himself up.  I handed him his latte.

"Hey, son.  Thanks for this," he said as he took a sip, getting whipped cream on his nose.  We both chuckled as he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

"I know you wanted to spend the day with my mom, but I thought I could make you breakfast and then we can do whatever you want for the day."

"Thanks, Caleb.  That sounds pretty awesome to me."  He took another sip from the mug.  "Mmm, this latte is really good," he said.  "Here, try some," he said, gathering some whipped cream on his finger and bringing it up to my mouth.  Without thinking, I took his finger into my mouth and twirled my tongue around it.  I quickly realized what I was doing and pulled off, looking over at his somewhat stunned face, but he grinned and laughed it off.

"Um, well, I'm gonna go get started on your breakfast.  Why don't you enjoy your latte and then just come out whenever you're ready," I said and quickly got up and walked out of the room, hoping he didn't notice the bulge in my briefs.

In the kitchen, I was focussed on cooking bacon and eggs for Tom when he walked in.  

"Mmmmm, that smells so good!" he exclaimed, commenting on the smell of the sizzling bacon in the cast iron pan.  I looked over at him and quickly realized he was still buck naked, his snake of a cock swinging back and forth, smacking against his muscular quads as he walked over toward me.  He came up behind me and put his chin on my shoulder, looking over at the stove and reached around and hugged me, his firm masculine hands cupping my chest, and giving me a small peck on the cheek.  "Thanks for this, Caleb.  I really appreciate it."

I nodded, focusing back on the skillet, and not at the feeling of his soft dick brushing against my ass. 

He pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, his legs spread widely giving me a full view of his amazing naked body and cock.

"Listen, now that your mom and I are officially married, can I call you son, or you wanna stick with step son?" he asked.  "I know you were close to your dad, so I don't want to cross the line or anything."

"Son is cool, either's fine though," I replied, flipping the eggs.

"And you can call me dad, I'm good with that," he added.

"Ok.  Just don't expect me to call you daddy," I said jokingly.

"Yeah, I know.  You're not five," he said with a confused look.

I glanced over at him and laughed a little, then turned back to the eggs.

"What?"

"Nothing, forget it," I responded.

"I'm obviously missing something," he pressed.

I turned to him, my spatula in hand.  "Well, dad, there are some younger guys in the gay community that have a, shall we say, affinity for older in shape guys that we would call a 'daddy'," I explained.  Judging from the puzzled look on his face as he processed this, he'd never heard this before.

"Hmm.  Ok, I hadn't heard of this.  So.  Would I be considered a daddy?"

"Oh yes, for sure," I responded, a little too enthusiastically.

"And that's a good thing?"

"Yes, consider that a compliment.  With that body, and that, um, there, you'd be a very populate daddy at any gay club," I said, plating our breakfast and carrying over the plates to the table, sitting down across from him.

Although I don't know how he could be so oblivious to the fact that gays would flock to his body like crazy, he seemed to now enjoy the compliment, so I'd let him have that, given it's his birthday and all.

As we both started eating, he looked over at me and asked, "And, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you, you know, into daddies?"

"Dude?!"

"What, just because you're gay, we can't talk about your sex life?" he responded.  "It's healthy for a guy your age to have another man in your life to talk about these things.  I want you to be comfortable talking to me about anything, son," he said, genuinely.  "If you were my straight stepson, we'd be talking about girls, so why can't we talk about guys?"

"I appreciate that, dad, I really do.  It's just a little awkward talking about my sexual preferences with my step dad sitting naked across from me."

"Oh, does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked, looking down at his own naked body.  "I thought since it's just us guys..."

"No, no, no, I don't mind at all.  It's just I'm not used to being this open with a male father figure, so it's me that needs to adjust." I said.  "It's actually kind of nice."  He relaxed a little once he knew he wasn't making me uncomfortable.

I paused, and then took a leap forward, saying, "And to respond to your question, I usually go for guys around my age, but I did have the hots for my high school baseball coach, and I have messed around with some older daddies."  That was very weird saying something like that to my mom's new husband.

He grinned.  "You dawg!" he exclaimed, reaching out to fist bump me across the table, a very straight reaction to a very gay revelation.  It seemed like he had the same pride as a father knowing his son was banging the hottest chicks.  It kind of made me feel good seeing that reaction from him.

"So, what do you wanna do today, dad?" I asked.  "I am at your service," I joked.

"Well, I need to go pick up a suit that I had ordered a while back to wear for dinner with your mom, then, what do you say we go for a run and then watch the game together?  I know you don't want me to take up your whole evening, so I can go out for beers with my buddy, Jack, if you want to go out with your friends." 

"Sounds like a plan," I said, standing up to clear the table.  Tom stood up, and before leaving the room gave me another hug, this time from the front.

"Thanks for spending the day with your old man," he joked, as I felt his firm pecs pressed against mine, and his cock brushing up against my briefs.  Hopefully, he didn't feel me getting chubbed up from the contact with his naked body.

We both went and got dressed, and I waited for him in the living room.  He soon walked in, and I looked him up and down.  He was wearing extremely tight jeans that showed off his muscular legs, as well as his huge bubble ass.  It also strained at the crotch to contain that monster cock I'd seen earlier.  He was also wearing a tight short sleeved polo shirt that strained against his massive biceps and showed up the cleavage of his pecs by leaving it unbuttoned.

"What? Something wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked, seeing me stare at him.

We started walking out the door together.  "Nothing, dad.  I just hope those buttons hold, or someone's gonna lose an eye," I said, joking.

"Ah, someone's a wise-ass today, huh?!" he said, wrapping his massive arm around my neck and tussling my hair as we both laughed, making our way to his car.  

He drove us to an upscale men's clothing store and we were promptly greeted by an older well-dressed gentleman.

"Mr. Lewis, welcome!  Your suit is ready in the dressing room to try on," he said enthusiastically.

"Hey, Pierre!  This is my son, Caleb.  He's hanging with me on my birthday," my stepdad said.  "Hey, son, why don't you try on a suit with me?"

Before I could respond, Pierre had sized me up and was off pulling a navy blue suit from the hanger, along with a white collared shirt.

"Here, this should be fitted, just like your dad's, and show off your athletic build, but let me know if it's too tight," he said, leading us back to a single large dressing room.  It was a very old school place, with dark leather chairs and very traditional, old-English type decor, and a large platform in the corner with mirrors on the wall.

My stepdad's dark grey suit was already hanging on the wall.  Pierre hung mine and then left the room to let us change, closing the door behind him.  I was kind of surprised we were in the same dressing room, but I certainly wasn't going to turn down another chance to see Tom half naked.

"Shall we??"  Tom didn't waste any time shedding his polo shirt and then unbuttoning those tight jeans.  As soon as he pulled them down across his tree trunk quads, I realized he had been freeballing.  He kicked off his jeans and stepped out of them, his cock hanging out freely.

"Aren't you gonna try that on?" he asked, and I snapped out of it, realizing I was just standing there watching him undress.  I pulled off my t-shirt and joggers and stood there in my boxer briefs, trying not to get hard.

Just then, a knock on the door, and Pierre entered, carrying a tray with two glasses a quarter full with a brown liquid.  He didn't flinch at both of us standing there undressed. I'm sure he'd seen it all.

"In honor of your birthday, sir, a little treat.  A very special 20 year single malt whiskey," he said, setting the tray on one of the tables in the room and then leaving.  

"Well how bout that?," Tom said, walking over to grab the glasses, handing me one and standing right in font of me, his dick almost smacking me.

"Cheers!  Happy birthday, dad!" I said, as we toasted and then each took a sip.  I wasn't the biggest whiskey drinker, but I could tell this was some of the expensive stuff.  Hell, it was a year older than me!

"Mmm, that's good," he said before setting it down and walking over to grab the suit pants.  As he bent over to pull them up his legs, I got an amazing view of his naked hairy ass, and immediately started getting hard.  I quickly turned and grabbed my own suit pants and pulled them on, quickly realizing they were a lot tighter around the legs, ass and crotch than what I am used to wearing.

He noticed me looking at myself in the mirror with just the tight pants on.

"Something wrong with the pants?" he asked, walking over to me, his pants up, but unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing the top of his crotch.

"I don't know.  I'm not used to wearing them so tight," I said, turning to look at my ass in the mirror.

"Well, they certainly show off that perky jock ass of yours," he said. "If they're too baggy, you don't get any credit for that hard work you put in at the gym and practice."

"And it feels like it's riding up high in between my legs," I added.

Before I knew it, one of his hands was running up my inner thigh, feeling how high up the seat of the pants went.  The back of his hand definitely bumped up against my balls, causing me to jump a little, and to get rock hard, my dick pointed sideways under the suit pants.

"I don't know, son, I think they look great.  Turn around and let me see the front," he said.  As I turned, he glanced down and grinned.  "I think maybe that's why they feel tight," he joked.

I started turning red, embarrassed and trying to cover it up with my hands.  "Uh, sorry, that...ummmm...."

"Hey.  Son, don't be embarrassed about that.  You're a virile young stud.  Be proud of that.  Parade it around!" he joked.  "I get it.  You probably haven't gotten laid since you've been back from break, and now you're stuck with me all day.  It's obviously been a few days for me too since you're mom's been gone."

"Why don't you put on the rest of the outfit and see how it all looks together," giving me a light slap on the ass before turning and taking another sip of his whiskey and then pulling his shirt on.

After we both got fully dressed, we stood next to each other in the mirror.  

"Fuck, we look pretty damn hot, huh?!" he said, putting his arm around me, grinning ear to ear in the mirror.  I had to agree.  Although I was mostly staring at him, my suit also looked really good on me.  "Let's take a pic and send to your mom."  He went and got his phone and snapped a pic of both of us together in the mirror.  "And, here, unbutton a few more buttons," he said, undoing the top three buttons of my shirt.  "Show off that chest.  There you go."  I wasn't used to revealing so much of my chest, but 

Pierre entered the room.  "Gentlemen, how do they feel?" he asked, scanning each of us up and down.

"See for yourself, but I think you nailed it for both of us," my stepdad responded.  Pierre came up behind each of us in the mirror, testing a few areas of each of our suits, and then stepped back, nodding in agreement.

"Great, we'll take both!" Tom said.

"Dad, no, you don't need to buy me a suit. It's your birthday."

"Nonsense.  You look like a total stud in that suit.  I'm not gonna let you miss out.  All the boys, and maybe some daddies, will be drooling over you when you wear that," he said, winking at me.

I thanked him with another hug, and we changed back into our clothes and headed back home.

"So, the game's gonna start in about 45.  You still up for a run before?" he asked me as we got back in the house.

"Yeah, sure. Let me hang up my new suit and change.  Meet back in 5?"  He nodded and headed off to his room.

I threw on some lined running shorts and a tank top and made my way back into the living room, where Tom was waiting for me.  He was leaning against the couch, shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight 5-inch compression shorts that could barely contain his cock.  Once again, my dick started stirring.

"Ready, son?"

"Yeah.  Did you forget the rest of your clothes?" I joked.

"What? Too much?" he joked, looking down at his scantily clad body.

"Well, I don't think any of the housewives, or any of the neighborhood gay boys, will mind....daddy!" I cracked.

He laughed.  "Well, then they'll all be jealous of you!  Let's see if you can keep up," he said as he darted out the front door, getting a head start on me, but giving me a great view of his muscular ass bouncing with each of his strides.

We had a good 30-min run, both us us building up a good sweat, and also drawing plenty of attention from neighbors, and passing cars, which we both got a kick out of it.

Coming around the last turn to our street, he took off, kicking off a last sprint race home.  He beat me to the door, and I had to bend over and rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath.  

"Good run, kiddo.  You put up a good fight, but still couldn't beat your old man, huh?!" he joked, even as his sweaty chest was heaving.

"Consider it your birthday present that I let you win, old timer," I shot back, pulling off my sweat drenched tank top and tossing him a bottle of water from the fridge.  

I gawked at his muscular sweaty body as he chugged his water, eyeing him from his chest all the way down to his sweaty compression shorts, which did nothing to hide the outline of his dick that I had seen quite a bit of today.

"Alright, let's hit the showers, and then catch the game in my room," he said.

I went to my room and pulled off my shorts, semi-hard from seeing my stepdad all sweaty from our run.  I shook it off and then jumped in and took a cold shower to cool off.  After I dried off, I debated what clothes to put on, and eventually decided on just wearing a pair of loose fitting short shorts, with no shirt.  

I headed into my mom and stepdad's room.  They had an area to the side of the bed with a small couch and a large TV set up.  I could hear the shower going through the open bathroom door, so I went ahead and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to ESPN as the pre-game show was finishing.  

Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, and as I turned, I realized my position gave me just the right angle to look into their bathroom and through the reflection of the mirror, see my stepdad through the glass doors of their walk-in shower.  

I looked on as he was soaping up his chest and arms, the suds running down his muscular body, until he started soaping up his crotch.  He pulled on his dick a few extra times, and it looked like it was getting slightly hard.  I tried to look away, lest he catch me watching him shower, but I couldn't help but immediately look back, as he was leaning his head back into the water, rinsing the lather off like in some soap commercial with a hot muscular model.

He then turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing his towel to dry off.  He looked up saw me, causing me to immediately look away.  He walked into the bedroom, still drying his hair, the rest of his body exposed and lightly covered with dripping water.

"Hey, son.  Did the game start yet?"

"Kickoff is in 30 seconds, so you're right on time," I responded, watching him dry the rest of his body off before throwing the towel on the ground.  He pulled out a drawer, once again giving me a clear view of his ass facing me, and pulled out a pair of very short tight shorts that he pulled on and then walked over toward me, smiling.

He plopped down on the couch right close to me, and put his arm around me, pulling me into him so that our bare upper bodies and our legs were touching.

"I have to say, I've really enjoyed spending the day with you, Caleb.  I obviously don't like being away from your mom, but I'm glad it gave us time to get to know each other and have a little guy bonding," he said, giving me a hug with his muscular arm wrapped around me.  "Thanks for hanging out with me. I'm sure you'd rather be out with your friends.  It means a lot to me."

I looked over at him and said, "Honestly, this has been a great day.  I haven't had a father figure in a while, and I had forgotten how nice it is to have a dad in my life.  And in some ways, I feel like I can talk to you easier than I could with my dad."

He smiled and pulled me over to him and gave me a kiss on my forehead.  We both then turned to watch the kickoff for the football game while his arm was still around me.  I couldn't help but continue to glance down at his shorts, and the visible bulge that they were trying to contain.

After a couple minutes, he said, "I think we need some beers," and then stood up, walking out of the room to fetch us some drinks.  He soon returned, carrying a six pack of bottles, setting them down on the table and opening one for each of us.  We both took a couple swigs and then sat back on the couch.

Fortunately for me, he put his arm back around me, and I used the opportunity to lean over and rest my head on his upper chest.  When I did that, he pulled me in tighter, his hand now resting on my left pec.

I tried to focus on the game, but having this much body contact with him was driving me crazy.  I leaned forward to put my beer on the table and when I leaned back into him, I let my hand rest on his thigh, seeing how he'd react.  He didn't push me off, so I let it rest there, feeling the muscles of his hairy quads I had been checking out all day.

He readjusted himself and then ran his hand through my hair, leaning over to press his face in it, I think to smell it.  Whatever it was, it was both comforting and arousing.  I also shifted and placed my hand up on his chest as I leaned into him more, the warmth of his body radiating onto mine, and although he had just showered, I could still smell a distinctive musk on him.  

He continued sipping his beer as the game went on.  We were both comfortable sitting together quietly, although we both let out a few bursts when a bad call was made or after a touchdown.  And we continued through the rest of the game like that.  While I had debated making a move, I didn't want to risk him pushing me away or losing the physical connection we were having.

A couple minutes after the game finished, the doorbell rang.

"That's probably Ricky, can you go let him in?" 

I walked over and opened the door, surprised at the large man standing at the door.  Seeing me standing there shirtless in a pair of tight shorts, he looked confused, looking over at the address numbers by the door.

"Don't worry, you're at the right place.  Ricky, right?  I'm Tom's stepson," I explained, stepping aside to let him in.  As he passed by me, I looked him up and down.  He seemed like a bit of a cowboy, tight blue jeans, hugging muscular legs and a large round ass, and a short sleeve button up plaid shirt, unbuttoned down to his hairy pecs.

"Yeah, I'm Ricky, nice to meet you, kid.  So you've been entertaining the birthday boy while your mom's away, huh?" he said, stealing a few glances down at my body.

"Yes, sir.  It's actually been nice spending time with him, just the two of us.  But I'll leave it to you to go get him some drinks," I laughed.

"Hey! Ricky!" Tom yelled out as he approached, grabbing Ricky and the two giving each other a big bear hug, patting each other firmly on the back.

"Jesus, without a woman around, you two sure do skimp on the clothes," Ricky joked.

"Well, when you got stud bods like these, why hide them, right, son?!" he said, wrapping his arm around me, and patting me on the chest, standing next to me as we showed off to Ricky, laughing.

"Come on, Ricky, I just need to get dressed, then we can head out and let my son go hang out with guys his own age."  

After my dad and Ricky re-emerged from the bedroom, they said bye to me and headed out to grab dinner and some beers. 

I texted some of my friends and nothing was really going on tonight, so I decided to stay in and just watch a movie in my room.

A couple hours later, I heard the front door open and my dad come in.  I kept watching my movie.  About twenty minutes later, I saw a figure walk by my door out of the corner of my eye.  Then he stopped and came back to my door.  It was my dad, completely naked, his beautiful dick hanging between his legs.

"Son, hey...I didn't even know you were home.  I thought you went out with your friends," he said, fortunately not bothering to cover himself up.

"Nah, not much was going on, so I decided to stay in and watch a movie," I responded.

"Anything good?  Mind if I join you?" he asked, peering in to look at my TV screen.

"Do you like slasher movies?" I joked.

"Sweet, I love em.  Your mom hates them, so I don't get to watch them much."

"Yeah, tell me about it." I replied

He was fixated on the screen as he walked toward my bed and hopped right in, on top of the covers right next to me.  It wasn't lost on me that I had my hot stepdad laying naked next to me in bed.

"Oh, I love this one.  Even though I know the ending, I can watch it a hundred times," he said, almost giddy, as he put his arm around me and pulling me into him.  I was only wearing some tight briefs, and my dick was already stirring, but fortunately I was under the blanket from the waist down.

"Did you and Ricky have fun at the bar?" I asked, my head resting against his muscular shoulder, allowing me to stare down at his cock without him noticing.

"Yeah, we had a good time.  But Ricky was chatting up a couple ladies, so I got bored and came home.  I'd much rather be here with you, son."

We turned back to watch the movie, and I draped my arm across his stomach, causing him to meet my hand with his, our fingers intertwined as we continued to lay together.

"Happy birthday, dad," I said, and leaned up, intending to give him a peck on the cheek.  But he turned his face to meet mine, causing our lips to accidentally meet.  We both pulled back a couple inches, each of us caught by surprise.  Our eyes met, and we held each other's gaze, each of us trying to read the other. 

And then I leaned back in, my lips meeting his.  His lips were surprisingly soft and full.  At first, they weren't moving or responding, but after a couple seconds, they parted and I felt his tongue meet mine.  And then I realized I was making out with my step dad.  My dick immediately shot up to full mast, straining against my briefs.

We both started getting into the kiss more, him bringing a hand up and placing it on my neck, pulling me into him, as I felt his stubble rubbing against my face as we continued to passionately kiss.  

I slowly let my hand slide down his torso, noticing how heavy he was breathing, until my fingers met the hair above his cock.  He hadn't pulled me off by this point, so I continued, until my hand was sliding over his dick.  It was already semi-erect, and as I wrapped my hand around it, I felt his heartbeat through the shaft, as it continued to grow in girth and hardness.  As I squeezed it gently, he moaned lightly into my mouth as we continued to kiss.

I pulled the covers off my legs and rolled over until I was straddling his lap, facing him.  It was then that our lips finally parted and we looked into each other's eyes.  My hands rested on his muscular chest, and I felt his on my waist, his fingers wrapping around to rest on my ass through my briefs.

We didn't speak at first, but the silence was not uncomfortable.  I could tell from his eyes that he wanted it.  So I spoke first.  "Just one last birthday present for you, dad," I said, grinning sheepishly.  He grinned as well, licking his lips.

I leaned down and started kissing his neck starting under his ear, causing him to gasp, and I felt his dick pulse against my ass.  I slowly moved down until my lips were exploring his muscular chest, my tongue flicking against his hard nipples, also causing him to moan, and now his waist to involuntarily grind against me.

Running my hands and my lips further down, I scooted down so that I now had a clear path to his cock, my ultimate prize.  

As I wrapped my hand around his rock hard dick, pulling it up until the head was inches away from my mouth, I looked up at him, lust in my eyes.

"Son, are you sure that...."

But he couldn't finish the question before I had his swollen head in my mouth, my tongue caressing the underside of his cock, the taste of precum already filling my senses.  

"....oh fuck!" he yelled out, leaning his head back as he moaned out in pleasure.

I continued to devour his massive cock, sliding it further into my mouth until the head pressed into my throat.  One of the skills I had mastered quickly in college was how to deep throat a large cock.  You'd be surprised at how many hung straight guys become putty in your hand once they get a proper blow job and realize what they've been missing only letting chicks suck them off.

"Holy shit, son, nobody has ever gotten down so far on my dick," he exclaimed, as my lips reached the base, my nose buried in his pubes, his musk filling my senses and making me even more horny for this stud of a man.  I felt his hands on the back of my head holding me down.  "That feels so good, just stay there longer, son!" 

He eventually released my head, letting me slowly slide back off his cock.  As his head slid out of the grasp of my lips, my tongue licked his tip, gathering a large blob of clear precum.

He leaned down, pulling my face into him, as we kissed again, giving him a taste of his own essence.

"Take these off," he commanded, pulling on the waist band of my briefs.  I complied, pulling them down and releasing my throbbing cock.  He wrapped his firm hand around my dick and pulled me in to kiss him more.

"I want you to fuck me, dad," I said, grinding my smooth ass against his manhood.

He nodded, giving me the go ahead.  I leaned over and pulled out a bottle of lube from my side table, pumping a small amount of lube into my hand.  I reached behind me, grabbing his cock and stroking it, coating it with the smooth lube.  Just the feeling of my hand on his cock caused him to thrust into me.  I could tell he was beyond horny.

Once his dick was fully lubed up, I guided it toward my hole.  My eyes were locked on my dad, as his head slowly entered my tight hole.  It took the breath out of me, and I could see the pleasure wash over his face as well.  I slowly lowered myself onto his pole, the sensation sending electric waves across my entire body.

"Fuck, it's so big, dad!" I yelled out.  His firm hands were planted on my waist, and I felt him pressing down, guiding me onto him, wanting to get deeper inside me.  As his head glided across my prostate, a small amount of cum oozed out of my dick.  He scooped it up with his thumb, reaching up for me to lick it off his finger, before he ran it across his own lips.

I soon was fully impounded by my dad's cock, my ass resting on his muscular quads.  I started grinding my ass into him, caressing his dick inside me, my hands propped on his heaving chest, already covered with a light coating of sweat.

Now adjusted to his massive dick, which was bigger than I was used to, I started inching back off of it before sliding back down, getting into a rhythm of bouncing up and down on his cock.  His hip thrusts synced with my motions, causing his dick to thrust into me each time, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my entire body.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight, son!" he yelled out, as his cock continued to penetrate me.

While he continued to fuck me, I leaned down for another passionate kiss, as he wrapped his muscular arms around me.

With a surprisingly smooth motion, he flipped me over and was now on top of me, my legs up in the air.

"Just tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, son," he said.  Before I could respond or even process what he'd just said, I felt the entirety of his body weight slamming into me, driving his cock even deeper that it had been before.  I gasped, unable to talk or respond.  The pleasure was unlike any I'd experienced with sex before.  It was aggressive, but passionate.  I nodded, giving him the green light to continue.

He the stood up on the bed, pulling my waist up until my body was arched at a 45 degree angle for him to fuck me aggressively from above, my hard cock flopping up and down against my stomach.  

"Fuck me, dad!" I yelled out, encouraging him to continue pounding me, his balls slapping against my smooth ass and every fiber of his muscles bulging.

"Take this daddy cock, boy!" he grunted out in a deep masculine voice, sweat starting to drip from his face onto me.  God damn, this guy was a total stud.

He then released me and flipped me over, getting me on all fours in front of him, my face pressed against the head board.  It didn't take long before his hard was thrusting into my hole from behind, his rough hands guiding my ass back into him.

"Oh fuck yeah, boy, work your daddy's cock with that sweet ass," he grunted.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I yelled out as he continued to hit the sweet spot in my ass, keeping me right on the verge of cumming, in absolute ecstasy, for minutes.

After pounding me in that position, he once again flipped me over and pulled me up against the end of the bed, so that he could stand against the side and fuck me on my back.

He grabbed my ankles and positioned his monster cock against my hole.  He looked up at me and grinned as he thrust it all the way in.  Even though he had stretched me out, I still gasped as he filled me with his massive dick.  

I looked up at him as he stood above me, his muscles flexed and his stud of a body covered in sweat.  He oozed masculinity as he continued to fuck me, completely dominating my hole.

As his waist and abs flexed, pushing his dick in and out of me, I reached down to grab my cock, stroking it while my dad continued fucking me.

It didn't take long before streams of cum were shooting out of my dick, across my chest, and even hitting me in the face I was cumming so hard.  "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkkkk!!!" I yelled out so loud the neighbors probably heard me.

Seeing me cum caused my dad to grin and pick up the pace that he was pounding me.  It didn't take long before I felt his cock expanding in my ass and could tell that he was pumping his load deep inside me.  "Ohhh, fuck, son, I'm cummmmmmingggg!" he exclaimed.

Still inside me, he leaned down and kissed me, a stream of cum that had landed across my lips coating our tongues as we kissed passionately, our bodies completely united, the smell of sweat, sex and musk filling the room.

We eventually parted lips and, still perched above me, he looked down at me, smiling.  "Fuck, son.  I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life," he said, sweat still dripping off his face onto me.

"It felt like you pumped a gallon into me, dad," I said smiling.  "Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, son.  Anything."

"Am I the first, uh, you know, guy, that you've been with?"

"Yeah, you are, son.  Why?"

"It's just that, you, um, you fuck like an experienced alpha top, and I wouldn't have expected that from a total straight guy.  And I mean that as a total compliment.  You're a fucking beast," I said.

He smiled at the compliment.  "Well, some girls are into some things a little rough, but most of them aren't.  Once I sensed that you were into it, I guess I kind of released all my primal sexual desires.  I've never been able to do that before."

"Well, dad, you can do whatever you want to me after that.  It was hot as fuck!" I said.

"So, you're um, ok, right? I wasn't expecting this to happen, and I don't want to this to cause any issues with us, and...."

"Dad, hey, dad....look at me," I said, interrupting him.  "I wanted this, I want you.  Don't over think this or feel guilty.  My mom doesn't have to know.  And if you don't want it to happen again, that's cool, and if it does, I'm definitely down."

"So, I guess you are into hot daddies, huh?" he joked, causing us both to chuckle.

Realizing he was still inside me, he slowly pulled his cock out.  I expected him to walk out or go take a shower, like most straight guys after sex.  But instead, he jumped into bed with me.  With my back to him, he wrapped his strong arm around me, pulling me close to him, our naked bodies pressed against each other.  I pushed by ass back into him, and I soon felt his semi-hard cock slide back into my hole, not to fuck me, but just to further connect us.

Exhausted from the dicking he'd just given me, and being firmly held in his muscular embrace, we both quickly fell asleep in my bed.

To be continued.....

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