Turning Chase

Chapter 8

Though he could not understand why, Brad detected a faint air of uneasiness during dinner. Brad was his usual, confident, chatty self. Chase acted mostly normal though he was distracted by trying to hide his stubborn erection while also worrying about the possibility his stepbrother’s cum leaking out of his hole. Ryan, however, seemed a bit off.

The 37-year-old hunk tried his best to act like the gregarious, warm, funny dad he always was. But that proved challenging, considering he’d just watched his own son facefuck his stepson in open air. He was relieved the boys hadn’t noticed him peeping, but was at a loss for how to react. Throughout dinner, he frequently spaced out, snapping up to realize he’d been asked a question. 

Chase and Brad were getting into a spirited debate over NFL teams. Brad was a lifelong fan of the Houston Texans, while Chase supported the Dallas Cowboys. The younger brother made a dig at the weakness of the Texans’ offensive line for the upcoming season, when Brad bristled. “Suck my dick, bro! We got Dell in the draft, and he’s underrated as fuck.”

Hearing the words, “suck my dick,” Ryan suddenly snapped up from his thoughts and spilled the remaining pinto beans from his plate all over his tank top. “Shit!” Ryan quickly took off his shirt and tossed it aside for washing later. “Should’ve packed a couple extra shirts, dadgummit.”

Chase walked over to pour some water over his stepdad’s shirt stains. Brad finished up the last bits of his meal as he raised an eyebrow at his dad, “You okay, Pops? You’re fumbling all over the place…” Ryan sighed, “Yeah, I’m alright. I reckon it’s just the heat’s been getting to your old man today.” After rubbing out the stains the best he could, Chase diligently went to collect everyone’s cleared plates.

Brad rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a packet of gummies he purchased from a dispensary right by the fishing equipment store in Denver. “Hey Pa, why don’t you pop one these gummies to calm your nerves a bit.” Ryan frowned. “Brad, you know I haven’t touched weed in five years now…and you shouldn’t either, if you get caught with that shit in Texas there’ll be real consequences and Coach gonna pitch a real hissy fit.” 

Brad bit off half a gummy and chewed on it. “Pa, you know I’m careful. Tell you what, just so your panties don’t get all bunched up, I’ll leave these with you before I head out tomorrow morning.” He put the remaining half back in the packet, sealed it, and tossed it over to his dad. Ryan caught the gummies but eyed them suspiciously. He was more anxious today than he’d been planning on sipping some bourbon after dinner, but weed now seemed more tempting. 

He reached his finger in, to fish for the half-eaten piece, then popped it into his mouth. “Son, you’re the devil. But don’t be telling your mama ‘bout this. Sheryl’s gon’ fly off the handle if she ever finds out I was getting high with our boys in Colorado.” Chase had finished clearing the dishes and took out the ukulele he brought along. 

He figured he could get a gummy for himself if he wanted. Ryan had promised his sons that if they didn’t touch any drugs or alcohol before he turned 18, and promised to never do any hard drugs, then he’d let them drink at home and try weed after they turned 18. Ryan had ultra-strict, Baptist parents growing up and he’d always believed their harsh rules backfired and led him to rebel hard as a teenager. Sheryl was on board with letting the boys drink at 18, and so they kept true to their promise. 

But by choice, Chase (unlike his older brother) decided to refrain from touching weed after his 18th birthday because he was weary of breaking too many rules and also wanted to optimize his athletic performance. And on this day, he decided he definitely was not going to get high, with his stepdad there and all.

That evening, the three men sat around a bonfire as purple dusk turned to night. While his stepbro and stepdad got stoned and chilled-out, Chase played the uke and sang classic country ballads as the crickets seemed to harmonize with his melodic sound. The relaxing atmosphere helped Chase’s horniness subside and allowed Ryan to take his mind off recent events. It was a lovely evening.

As the men returned to the cabin and drifted off to sleep, Ryan decided that he’d never bring up what he saw with his sons. Boys will always be boys, and he himself remembered wanking off with his buddies several times growing up. At least his boys weren’t knocking any girls up like he’d done as a teenager.

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Brad departed early the next morning, leaving Ryan the chance to spend a ton of one-on-one time with Chase. Besides working out together, Ryan hadn’t spent too much quality time with his younger son for the past couple of years. Chase had gotten so busy with school, wrestling, and rugby, and Sara monopolized any remaining free time. They spent hours on a fishing boat, shooting shit, reminiscing, and sharing stories about their lives.

Chase particularly enjoyed listening to his stepdad’s tales from his time on the ATP tennis circuit. While Brad was off living with his grandparents, Ryan had spent one year playing college tennis before turning pro. His world ranking hovered around the 80-150 range and peaked at 69. He retired from the tour in his early twenties, having earned a decent pot of prize money and wanting to establish a real relationship with his son before it was too late.  Chase always felt surprised when remembering that his stepdad was a tennis pro. These days, Ryan packed 250 lbs of lean muscle in his hulking 6’4” frame – he was way bigger than any tennis pro right now. Ever since retiring from pro tennis, Brad put on a few pounds of lean muscle each year, and now, at age 37, he was jacked. 

While fishing, Chase opened up to his stepdad about all sorts of thoughts floating around in his 18-year-old mind. He discussed how he’d always been bisexual, but recently had become more attracted to men.  How he’d always felt a bit insecure at school from being compared to Brad, who was a living legend and easily the most popular boy in his class. He talked at length about how, though he was lucky to be recruiting offers from top D1 wrestling programs, his passion for the sport had waned, and at times he desired a more typical college experience without surrounding himself with other athletes all the time.

As usual, Ryan listened to his stepson’s musings with total interest and understanding. Putting a supportive hand on his shoulder at just the right times, sparingly offering advice, and occasionally relating to his own experiences growing up. The only thing Chase avoided talking about was Sara, and the detailed circumstances surrounding their breakup. Whenever his dad cautiously broached the subject, Chase merely described it as them drifting apart and smoothly changed the topic. Truthfully, Chase was not as down about the breakup compared everyone else expected. He merely didn’t want to think about Sara, instead preferring to enjoy time with his stepdad. 

The young jock thoroughly enjoyed the day, happily fishing and cooking trout with the one man he respected and idolized even more than Brad. Ryan doted on both his sons; they were the center of his life and he hardly ever missed key moments of their life, from a big meet to the smallest school production. Chase recalled fond memories of his stepdad spending hours helping him with school projects, building volcanoes, wooden cars, and decorating foam presentation boards. 

He also admired how well-liked Ryan was amongst other adults. The tennis coach and personal trainer won over many friends with his warm and open personality. He was generous with his money, always helping out buddies or employees who’d come down on hard times and struggled with rent or medical bills. And always humble, never boasted about anything except how proud he was of his boys. 

And secretly, deep down in his heart, Ryan loved Chase a bit more than even his own biological son. He’d always been proud of Brad, who’d been the outgoing, ultra-confident, suave golden-boy of any space he occupied. But Ryan always felt a soft spot for Chase’s sensitive, kind-hearted nature. The boy was just so considerate and sweet, despite having every reason and opportunity to act arrogant or prideful, given his uncommonly handsome face, sexy body, and athletic prowess.

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On the final day, Ryan took Chase hiking up a rather high-difficulty trail. Chase wore his favorite black, 5” ASRV shorts that were so short they revealed the grey compression shorts underneath. His ripped torso was covered by a tight UT football shirt given to him by Brad. He topped off the look with a backwards baseball cap that protected his neck from the sun.

 

Ryan wore all white: a simple pair of tennis shorts and a “performance vest” that looked almost like a sports bra, but was popular with soccer players for carrying GPS heart rate monitors. He normally would wear a shirt over the vest, but he only had one clean shirt remaining, which he wanted to save for the journey home the next day. 

Chase couldn’t resist ogling at his stepdad. Ryan took on contrasting aesthetics depending on the season. In the winter, when bulking, he let his body hair grow untamed; Chase had always felt admiration and envy for the way his stepdad and stepbrother could both easily grow dense coats of sexy chest hair. In the summer, Ryan would regularly wax off his body hair, in order to show off the always impressive results of his cut. Right now, Ryan’s body was smooth and his perfect abs glistened with sweat during the hike. 

When they finished the hike, the two men rinsed off in the lake, returned to the cabin, and enjoyed a hearty pasta dinner while finishing off a small bottle of bourbon. After dinner, they had a great time strumming the ukulele and loudly belting off-key tunes. As the sun was winding down and they brushed their teeth and began pre-packing some items the next morning, Chase looked over at the bag of gummies Brad left behind. He was still a tad tipsy from the bourbon, which impaired his self-control.

He grabbed a gummy and popped it in his mouth, then looked over his shoulder. “Yo, Dad, you want some of this?” Ryan responded, “yeah, what the hell, I’ll take one of ‘em… help me get to bed early for our travel day tomorrow” and grabbed the packet from his son. He noticed there were only two gummies remaining, and decided to just take both of them. He weighted almost 250 lbs, recently ate a huge dinner, and naturally had a good tolerance even compared to other men of his size. 

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Ryan laid on a blanket outside, watching the stars with Chase, both men shirtless. A cold front had come in and it was getting unseasonably chilly, so Chase went and fetched a small blanket from the cabin. The two muscular men had to cozy up together to both fit under it. Inhibitions faded and the conversation turned to sex. Ryan asked Chase which celebrities he was attracted to.

“Zac Efron ever since I was a kid…Henry Cavill too recently…for girls, I gotta go with Emma Watson. How ‘bout  you?”

Ryan paused for a second. “Scarlett Johanson and Kate Upton were always up there for me. For guys, there’s this one pornstar…what’s his name…Ashton Summers that I think’s pretty cute. I’d fuck him anyday.” Chase had no idea who Ashton Summers was, but didn’t care. His dad rarely talked sex, and this was turning Chase on. His cock had grown to its full 6 inches.

Laying so close to his dad, with their arms touching, Chase could smell a bit of Old Spice deodorant on Ryan, mixed in with some familiar manly musk. Several minutes later, the gummies were hitting at their peak concentration and they could barely converse coherently. Chase enjoyed the feeling of Ryan’s arm and leg hair rubbing against his own smooth skin. He reached his hand up to rub his stepdad’s forearm.

Ryan’s head was spinning and he felt like he could barely control his movements – everything lagged. His son was rubbing his hands against his arm and his feet against his calves. Ryan enjoyed focusing on the warm, comforting sensations of being touched. He moved his arm up, guiding Chase’s hand to this smooth chest, which he kept waxed during the summer months only. Chase inched closer to Ryan, laying his head against his stepdad’s shoulder as he groped and squeezed the muscular pecs. He loved inhaling his dad’s strong, spicy scent. 

Chase hadn’t noticed that his dick was now rubbing against .his stepdad’s powerful thighs. Ryan put his own hand on the side of Chase’s head and clumsily brushed his fingers through his son’s hair. For a couple minutes gently petted his stepson almost like a dog. Then, Ryan rolled sideways so he was facing Chase and ran his hand over the nubile teen’s shoulders, arms, and side. His son’s summer cut was complete by this point and Ryan could feel the crevice between every muscle, which felt like hard like granite, but covered in soft, tender skin. 

Ryan then grabbed Chase’s bubble butt and pulled him closer. Chase rubbed his cheek against Ryan’s chest and wrapped his arm around Ryan’s back. Ryan loved squeezing and rubbing the firm ass. After a few minutes of this, Ryan rolled onto his back again, pulling Chase over top of him. Ryan’s eyelids felt heavy. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Chase rested his head on his hunky stepdad’s torso and also closed his eyes.

About 30 minutes later, Ryan woke up. He was butt-naked laying on the blanket and awakened to the sounds of his own moans. Chase was kneeling beside him, sucking his cock! The gummies’ effect had slightly worn off, but Ryan was still high. The rational, mature side of brain told him he needed to pull Chase off and end this. But, fuck, the blowjob felt so good!

Chase had one hand twisting around the base of Ryan’s 8-inch cock while using his tongue to polish the knob. Ryan’s cock was slightly shorter than Brad’s but equally thick, if not ever-so-slightly thicker. Then, Chase unwrapped his hand from the base and dove in, deepthroating his stepdad. Ryan gasped. “Fuck!!! Ughhh…f-ff—fuckkk…”

Ryan hadn’t done anything sexual while high before, and was overwhelmed by the heightened sensations as Chase swallowed his cock. The boy began massaging his stepdad’s manhood with his throat and humming to create a buzz. Ryan’s eyes rolled back as he let out incoherent groans. Chase continued giving fellatio for about 10 minutes, alternating frequently between pleasuring his dad’s cock, balls and perineum. 

Ryan was so turned on by the expert blowjob that, normally he would have cum halfway through. But the effects of the gummies and alcohol kept him from climaxing. Chase was now laying on his side while suckling on the cock. Both his smooth legs were wrapped around his stepdad’s calves, and he began humping them like a dog. It felt so slutty, but turned both men on. 

Chase came up for air, then crawled up and started sucking on Ryan’s nipple. At this point, Ryan’s hands were resting behind his head as he lay back, closed his eyes, and allowed his stepson to fondle his muscles and pleasure his nipples.

Ryan felt something warm and soft press against his closed lips. Chase was kissing him! Then, something wet. Chase slid his tongue past his stepdad’s lips and into his mouth. He used both hands to hold the hunk’s head still as he loving French kissed the stunned man. Ryan couldn’t resist. He kissed back. Passionately.

The father and son swapped spit and massaged each other’s tongues for what felt like hours. Chase had never kissed another man so romantically before. For Chase, the gummies had mostly worn off, and for Ryan, the effects were about 50% faded. But the drug-fueled high was replaced by the intoxication of pure lust and passion. Ryan felt like he couldn’t control his body – he needed to kiss and fondle Chase forever and ever. Kiss and lick and fondle. Kiss and rub and caress. To press their bodies together and feel the hot teenage skin run against him. 

The two studs’ dicks rubbed against each other, coating each other with copious amounts of precum. Ryan had never seen Chase’s erect dick up close before. At 6 inches and an average girth, it was smaller than Ryan expected. Somehow, he always assumed Chase was huge like himself, even though they had no blood relation. But the hung DILF was finding out, he actually liked that Chase’s dick was smaller; it felt so cute just like his stepson.

As he was coming down from the high, the reality started to hit Ryan that he was making love to his own stepson. It was wrong, but felt incredible to have his ultimate, suppressed fantasy materialize. His cock throbbed so hard it almost felt painful. He groaned and moaned and gasped as his stepson kissed his mouth and neck while tweaking his erect nipples. Ryan loved squeezing and lightly spanking the boy’s perfect butt.

Ryan let out breathy whispers between kisses, “Chase…I’m….I’m gonna cum if we keep this up…I’m gonna fucking jizz…” Chase pulled back and looked into his stepdad’s eyes. The eyes of the man he loved more than anyone else, even Brad. This was the most erotic and sexual moment of his entire life. Maybe the best night of his young life, ever. At that moment, Chase knew exactly what he wanted. 

He stood up and walked a few steps towards the cabin. Ryan’s heart sank with disappointment, thinking that his stepson realized the wrongness of the act and was heading over to sleep in the cabin. ‘It’s for the better,’ he thought, ‘we got carried away, shouldn’t have done this…’ But in no time, Chase returned, holding a mini container of coconut oil and a packet of baby wipes. Ryan laid still, unsure what was going on, but guiltily elated to see his stepson again.

Chase melted a large amount of coconut oil between his palms and rubbed it all over his cock. With the excess, he ran his hands over Ryan’s waxed torso, rubbing the muscular abs and chest. He went in for another kiss. Having just experienced the flighting moment of mistakenly thinking the night was over, Ryan ravenously devoured Chase’s tongue like there would be no tomorrow. Chase was a bit taken aback by the level of passion, but soon matched it, hungrily thrusting and flicking his tongue inside his stepdad’s mouth. 

As he did so, his slick cock pressed against Ryan’s ass. Ryan had never bottomed before. He’d been preparing to give his anal virginity to Matty. The two frequently played practice matches where Matty could only have one (instead of two) serves;  the day Matty finally won, he would get to fuck Ryan. Chase was so enthralled in the passionate make-out session that he didn’t even realize that his hips were thrusting.

The tip of Chase’s cock breached Ryan’s sphincter and the 37-year-old anal virgin gasped in pain. Chase had entered him rather abruptly, and if it weren’t for the numbing relaxing effects of the gummies, it would have been painful. Hearing the loud gasp, Chase held still, letting his stepdad adjust. He pulled his head back to stare into Ryan’s eyes. “I love you, Dad.” 

“I-I love…ahhh…I love you too, Chase.”

Chase kissed him on the forehead. “I love you so fucking much. You’re the greatest dad in the world. You…you…mean everything to me.” Chase bottomed out.

Ryan, breathing heavily, whispered, “Then fuck me. Fuck your old man.” 

Chase obliged, pulling in and out using long, slow strokes. The realization hit him that this was his first time topping another man. And this was his stepdad, laying on his back, taking his cock. The thought drove Chase wild, and he quickly upped his pace.

Chase’s cock rubbed against Ryan’s prostate perfectly, overwhelming the anal virgin with new, intense sensations. Chase was now fucking his stepdad in quick, short strokes, like a rabbit. Ryan put his hands on Chase’s hips as if to get him to slow down, but he could not talk. Incomprehensible moans was all he could manage. “Cha—chas—mmhhh---fuggg….oh gaw….ch-chase….fuggg meee….yeh..fuggg…” 

Chase lasted only two minutes before his cock throbbed uncontrollably and shot eight volleys of cum into his stepdad’s deflowered hole. “Fuck!!! Dad!! Oh, uh, Daddy, I’m cumming….I’m fucking cumming inside my own daddy…” Chase collapsed on top of Ryan, feeling complete bliss. Ryan’s cock was twitching and leaking precum uncontrollably, but he laid still and rested with his son. He rested a hand over his son’s head and lightly caressed his smooth, sweaty cheek for a few moments.

The whole time, Chase’s cock did not go soft. Hardly any time had passed, before the virile 18-year-old stud was raring to go again. He propped himself back up and began slowly thrusting into his dad in the same missionary position. Ryan felt bewildered, “What the…Son, I thought you just came- oh, FUCK! Daggumit that feels so dang good…” Chase began rubbing Ryan’s nipples as he fucked him. The coconut oil on Ryan’s chest make his nipples feel extra sensitive as Chase effortlessly ran his fingers and palms over them.

Chase loved this. “You like that, Dad? You like getting twice fucked by your own son?” Ryan groaned in pleasure but didn’t respond. Chase gently twisted the perky nipples, “well I fucking love this…Dad, your hole feels amazing.” Ryan experienced pure ecstasy, getting fucked by his favorite son and experiencing the joys of prostate stimulation for the first time ever.

Ryan reached down to stroke his cock, but Chase gripped his wrists and pinned them against the ground. “Please, Dad…don’t come just yet…I don’t want this to end.” Even in his inebriated state, the 6’4” hunk could probably still overpower the 5’10” teen, but he let himself stay pinned, agreeing that this felt too good to end.

Soon, Chase felt a familiar warmth rising, and knew he was close to cumming a second time. He bit down his lip and forced himself to pull out, grunting loudly with effort as he did so. He quickly wiped his cock off with a baby wipe and swiped out some more coconut oil. Ryan asked, “Chase, what are you doing?” Chase gave no response, but slathered the oil all over his stepdad’s 9-inch glory, mixing it in with the streaks of precum already dripping all over it. Ryan’s cock was so big, he needed to go back a second time and add another glob of oil.

Then, Chase got on his hands in knees. “Take me, Dad. Please…I beg you, please fuck my hole…please, please, I need it so ba--UGHHH!” Chase groaned loudly as his dad pushed the tip of his cock against his anal ring. Ryan stuck his finger in the container and grabbed a piece of the oil and pressed it into Chase’s hole – it quickly melted as Chase’s winking hole swallowed it up. Ryan brought his cock to the entrance once more and slipped the first inch in. 

This time Chase let out soft, pleasured moans and whimpered a bit. The hard cock felt amazing. He thought, it was his dad’s cock, the cock that created him. Though that thought made no sense given that Ryan was only his stepdad, it turned Chase on immensely and pushed him over the edge. His cock twitched and spurted uncontrollably, blasting a small amount of cum onto the blanket. “Fuckkkk…oh shit…I’m sorry…fuck I can’t control myself… ughhh…shitttt…” 

Ryan caught on to what just happened, and his hips thrust forward, as he was immensely turned on by the knowledge he just made his boy cum hands free. Ryan had six inches inside now and he felt his son’s hole relaxing more and more. By now, Chase was exhausted and could barely prop himself up with his arms. Ryan bent forward to wrap his arms around Chase’s torso, and then pulled them both up. They were now both upright, with Ryan’s arms hugging tight against  the young rugby jock as he fucked him with slow but hard strokes.

Ryan reached for more coconut oil and began rubbing it all over Chase’s body. He slathered it over the boy’s round shoulders, bulging pecs, and flat chiseled stomach. He grabbed a bit more and rubbed into his son’s ass cheeks, were still red from all the squeezing from earlier. Chase turned around and let Ryan kiss, lovingly, for half a minute before turning back around and begging, “fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little boy slut. He needs it.” Ryan fucked Chase at varying speeds, all the while feeling up his smooth, oiled skin. It felt incredibly intimate to feel every nook and crevice of his stepson’s body.

Ryan fucked Chase like this for 5 minutes before he finally came. He gripped Chase’s wrists firmly and let the boy’s torso drop forward, until the only thing keeping his face from hitting the floor was Ryan holding his wrists behind him. Ryan thrusted hard seven or eight times. “Oh my FUCKING gawd…I love you son…fuck I love you so so much, ARGHHHHHHH!!! FUCKKKK!!!” As he came, Ryan screamed so loud it scared birds out of trees from a quarter mile away. 

He planted his seed deep into his step son and held his cock still for half a minute before finally pulling out. Chase rolled over and began jacking off vigorously. Within 20 seconds, he shot a couple small globs of cum onto his abs. Ryan leaned in to lick it up. Then he hovered over Chase’s face and dribbled the cum into his slutty stepson’s mouth, before making out with him one more time.

Ryan pulled out a few wet wipes to clean his cock off. “We better head inside, Chase. It’s getting chilly out here.”

Ryan and Chase scarcely slept for three hours that night. Twice, they woke up in the middle of the night to make love. They sixty-nined, and Ryan fucked Chase missionary. Ryan came two more times that night and Chase came once more, so drained by that point he experienced his first dry orgasm.

At around 5am, as they drifted off to sleep for the final time that night, Ryan held his son close to his body and spoke softly, “I love you, Chase. But when this night is over, everything must go back to normal. No more of this. We won’t even talk about it, not with each other, not with nobody.”

Chase felt a pang of sadness knowing he wouldn’t be able to continue being intimate with Ryan, but he knew his stepdad was right. “Understood, Dad. Yes Sir.”