Coast Guard Step Dad

A couple of weeks had passed without any acknowledgement of what had happened between us. On one hand, I was very disappointed I could not share my new experience. But on the other hand, I knew we had to be extremely careful as no one would understand. I just waited hopefully I would have the chance to explore my new Step Dad.

We moved from up North to a Southern coastal city where it was much warmer all year round. The new house we rented was a very large split level. Everyone had their own bedrooms and there were even two bathrooms to share! We soon settled into a routine. Each of us had our own interests. Mom started working at a new job and my older sisters were dating and going out with friends. It was a little more difficult for me to meet new friends as I was at that awkward age.

The next Saturday I was laying in my bed reading a book. Suddenly, George popped his head in the doorway and said, “Hey fella, want to go on a run with me?” I jumped at the chance to be with him, even if we would be completely in public. I tried to cover my initial excitement and replied, “Sure.” George replied, “Put your running shorts on and meet me outside.”

I scrambled through my drawers and realized I didn’t really have any running shorts. The best I could come up with was a pair of cut off blue jean shorts. I put on a t-shirt and ran downstairs. As I came out the door, I saw George. This was the first time I saw his full, almost naked, figure. He wore running shoes and my gazed rose to check out the reddish orange hair covering his legs. It disappeared underneath a pair of skimpy running shorts that were slit up the side. I could see the hefty bulge between his legs and my mouth watered. He wore no shirt. He had a flat hairy stomach and great pecs. They were completely shrouded in that manly hair. I started sweating even though it was a brisk 65 degrees. He noticed me checking him out and said, “Excuse me fella, I’m up here!” He chuckled as he pointed to his face. I was embarrassed he confronted me about looking at him. He came close and gave me a side hug. He chuckled and said, “Aww, nothing to be ashamed of Son.” I looked up into his eyes and replied, “Ok, …..Dad.”

He took a step back from me and looked me up and down. He remarked, “You’ll never make it in those shorts. I think I’ve got something that’ll fit you. Come inside and meet me in your room.” A few minutes later he came in holding a couple of pieces of clothes. He said, “Here ya go. Put these on.” He handed me these clothes and I got confused. There was a pair of running shorts similar to his and then there was a funny looking pair of underwear. He noticed my confusion and asked, “Do you not know what these are?” I replied, “Underwear??” He said, “Almost. Let me show you.”

He helped me pull down my jean shorts. He said, “This is called a jock strap or supporter. It keeps your boys snug against your body when you are playing sports or running. Step in them through here….” I was beet red, but also reveling in the intimacy. I stepped through the legs and he pulled them up around my waist. He cupped my boy mound and smiled. He said, “There now, that feels good, right?” I replied, “It feels funny having my butt exposed.” He placed his hands on my hips and said, “Let me see. Turn around.”

The sweat was sliding down my back into my ass crack. He said, “Wow. That’s some great ass ya got there, Son.” He grazed his hand against the slight blond fur I had on my cheeks. He caressed them up and down finding his way into my nether region. He pressed his hand against my back which made me bend forward slightly. My eyes were closed and I was shaking from the excitement of it all. I felt his fingers exploring my asshole. First, they rubbed in circles and then one finger entered me. Just the tip. I gasped. The sweat was really flowing. Then he pulled his hand away.

I exhaled and wondered what was next. I gasped as I felt his hot breath right on my hole. Instinctively, I took a step, opening my legs further and bent over a little more. I felt his tongue flicker at my opening. Then, he was all in. Slurping with wet licks. He was snorting like a pig at a troff. Over and over again. He ran his bristly mustache up and over my crack. He kissed, licked and sucked at my hole. He was driving me crazy. My body was on auto-pilot. My cock was rock hard and leaking precum into the mesh of the jock strap. He had me moaning like a whore.

Then it was gone. I could tell he stepped back. I felt an emptiness. It was quickly replaced by the bluntness of his thick hard cock. He placed his hands on my hips and said, “Just relax.” I was anything but relaxed. I was high on adrenaline! He started making small thrusts with the tip of his cock punching right at my boy hole. I was squirming and bucking against his thrusts.

He tightened his grip on my hips and said, “push out and exhale.” I did as I was told and suddenly, I felt the length of his cock enter me entirely. I was full and complete. He wrapped his arms around my stomach. I was wrapped and penetrated. The feeling was exquisite. He began to make small thrusts and then larger ones. Soon, he was all the way out and then all the way in. He was pile driving me. He kept rubbing a spot in me that made me squeal. I shook uncontrollably.

Without warning, I began to cum. I yelled, “Dad, I’m cumming.” My seed gushed out of the head of my boy cock. It completely saturated the supporter. George took one final thrust and buried his cock deep inside. He said, “I’m right behind you.” I could feel his cock spasming. Over and over again. I could feel his cum spill into my boy cunt. My ass was sloppy with spit and cum. He pulled out and said, “Don’t move.”

Again, I felt his breath on my hole and I was quivering with anticipation. He began to lick and eat his seed right from my ass. I was repulsed at first. But then, it just felt right. I pushed out to give him all his reward. He suddenly turned me around. He placed his wide open mouth right on top of the wet area of the jock. He was breathing through his mouth taking in the smell. He lapped up every ounce of boy juice.

George looked up at me and winked. He smiled and said, “You are now a man Ted. You took me like a Champ. I’m proud to call you my Son.” I teared up a bit and said, “I love you Daddy.”

We never did go for the run that day. We had cleaned ourselves up before the girls came home. Knowing that this wasn’t a one time thing, I smiled and smiled with a secret that I kept to myself. I couldn’t wait for the next time!!!!