Jake

I love my stepfather. Let me make that clear from the outset. Jake married my mom when I was ten years old and from the very beginning, he’s been like a father to me. He has an excellent job working construction, which along with my mother’s job as a pharmaceutical sales representative affords us a secure and comfortable middle-class life. He was always there to help me with my schoolwork, nurture me when I was sick and be a rock of support whenever life got rough. He taught me how to drive, how to fix just about anything and was there cheering me on at every Little League game I played. He even gave me the sex talk when I turned thirteen and he did so in a kind, wise and affectionate manner. He treats my mom like a queen, always doing wonderful things for her and never failing to do his share of work around the house. When I came out as gay to him and my mom, Jake didn’t even bat an eye. He just hugged me and told me that he would always love me, no matter what. When I decided to attend college in my hometown, he and my mom readily agreed to let me continue to live at home so that I could save on expenses. Jake isn’t just my stepfather; he’s my best friend.

Anyone looking at us can tell we aren’t related by blood. I’m pale, lean, and smooth, with hardly any facial or body hair. My blonde hair is curly, full on top and short on the sides. I have pale blue eyes with long eyelashes (which Jake teases me about, affectionately of course) and eyebrows that are thin and slightly darker than the hair on my head. I’m twenty now, but my face is so boyish that people think I’m still a sophomore in high school rather than a sophomore in college. Jake is 42 years old, around my height, 5’11”, with dark brown hair that’s cut short in a military style flat top. His eyebrows are bushy and thick, his eyes a deep, chestnut brown and his face is slightly roughened from working outside all day, yet tanned and handsome. His mustache and beard are neatly trimmed and his smile is always bright and sexy no matter what the reason for it is. His body is solid, rippling muscle that he maintains through arduous work at his job and regular visits to the gym. He has broad shoulders and a gorgeous set of pumped-up pecs, with pointy, large brown nipples. His arms are beautifully sculptured, with bulging biceps and corded triceps. His abdominal muscles are a perfect six-pack, well defined and tight and his entire body is lightly covered in hair.

The problem for me began over a year ago when we started going to the gym together, so that he could help me build a workout routine. I loved the time I spent at the gym with him. I felt like we were bonding not just as stepfather to stepson, but as man to man. I told him I wanted a body like his, so he showed me his routine, which was a combination of free weights and machines. He helped me modify it to account for the fact that I was not as strong as him, not yet anyway. He would coach me, encourage me, and when necessary, push me to work out even harder when he thought I was not reaching my full potential. Under his tutelage, I started to develop a nice physique, with some tight lean muscle, but my body would never have the brawny bulk that Jake’s has. Once we were in the locker room, standing side by side in front of a mirror, both of us shirtless, checking out our respective physiques. Even though I was making steady progress, I still was not happy and I said so. Jake just shook his head, put his arm around my shoulder and said, “Hey Joey, don’t talk like that. Once the boys at school get a look at this,” and he suddenly ran his free hand over my chest and abs, inadvertently caressing my nipples as he did so, “they won’t be able to keep their hands off you.” I felt a definite sexual thrill when he did that, but I repressed it at once, thinking, don’t get excited, he’s just being his usual affectionate self. We had been going to the gym together for about six months when that happened and of course by this time, my lust for him was already a raging beast that I was desperately trying to control.

It started when I went to the gym with him for the first time. We showered together after our workout and when he took off his towel in the open stall across from mine, all I could do was stare. I had seen him at home wearing just shorts of course, but now I could see every inch of his naked body; his gorgeously muscled bare ass and his beautiful cock nestled in a thick, dense mass of dark brown pubic hair. He looked like he was packing about eight inches, which was similar to mine, but his was thicker and uncut. Oddly enough, his ass, unlike the rest of his body, was smooth and hairless. I tried not to stare at his naked body, but I was helpless in the face of such raw masculinity. I had always considered him to be a handsome and sexy man, but I had never felt anything approaching lust. Until now. My cock grew hard, watching the water run over his beautiful body, down the cleft between his pecs, through the furrows of his abs and then draining away off the head of his dick. I imagined what that cock would taste like in my mouth or how it would feel up my ass. I wondered what it would be like to fuck him. Damn, I thought, am I getting horny for my stepdad? I had to admit the answer was yes, but I knew there was no way I would ever try anything with him. Jake is a wonderful, loving man, but he can be formidable at times and I did not want to jeopardize our relationship by acting on my growing lust for him. Or so I told myself at the time.

From that point on, whenever we showered, I did my best not to stare at him, but sometimes I just could not stop myself. Whenever he caught me looking, he would just grin and act like nothing had happened. At home, I dealt with my sexual desire for him by masturbating every day. Sometimes twice a day if necessary. I could always find tricks on Grindr, which helped and my schoolwork kept me busy. And strangely enough, on rare occasions, I would get the faintest sense that he might be interested in me sexually as well, but I dismissed that as utterly impossible. Sure, he was a hugger and liked to wrestle and roughhouse with me on occasion, but that was just Jake being Jake. Then there was the time we were showering at the gym and I was, as usual, facing inside my stall to avoid seeing him naked while he was in the stall opposite mine. I dropped my bar of soap behind me and as I turned around and bent over to retrieve it, I saw Jake, who had been facing in my direction, suddenly whirl around so that he was facing the inside of his stall as well. I caught a brief glance of his groin as he did so and I could have sworn his cock was hard. Had he been looking at my ass? I wondered, then said to myself, no, that’s ridiculous. Jake was as straight as could be. My mom had told me on several occasions, much to my embarrassment, that she and Jake had a healthy sex life. I was just engaged in some shameful and wishful thinking.

Mom travels frequently for her job, so Jake and I are alone together a good portion of the time. Fortunately, by the time the new year rolled around, I was doing a better job of suppressing my sexual desire for him. It wasn’t gone, not by a long shot, but I had it under control. I spent a lot of time studying of course, but I still loved spending time with him, especially movie night every Saturday. The two of us on the sofa, each with a drink and the latest action film playing on Netflix or Hulu; that was our routine and it would have hurt his feelings if I suddenly stopped it without explanation. Sometimes though, he and I would just hang out and talk. Jake didn’t really have many friends or much of a social life. He was a family man to the bone; his entire life revolved around mom, me, and our home. It was only natural that he would gravitate towards me whenever mom was away on business. And it was during one of mom’s weeklong trips earlier this spring, that I discovered my beloved stepfather had a naughty little secret.

I was in my bedroom on a Friday night, studying for an exam that I had coming up the following week. Mom wasn’t due back until the following afternoon. Jake was next door in the master bedroom that he and mom shared. Around 9:00 p.m. or so, I started to feel a little weary, so I decided to stop reading for now and call it a night. I went next door to say goodnight to Jake. The door was open, so I walked in and saw him in bed wearing only a pair of shorts and tapping away on his open laptop. He looked up and smiled at me. “Hey buddy,” he said, “how’s the studying going?” “Pretty good,” I said, “but I’m feeling kind of tired so I’m heading to bed.”  “Cool,” he said and got up to give me a hug. I hugged him back and as I did, I could smell his usual cologne, Sauvage, mixed with his natural musk and the scent, as always, was intoxicating. We let go of each other and he playfully tousled my hair and said, “Get some sleep. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning, okay?” “Sounds good,” I said. “Alright then,” he said, “good night, Joey.” “Good night, Jake,” I replied and went back to my room.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs, turned off the lights and flopped into bed. Sleep proved elusive though. I was as though my brain would not shut down, probably due to all the information I had tried to take in while studying. I tried deep breathing and stretching my arms and legs to try and relax. Nothing worked. Finally, after about an hour and a half of frustration, I threw off the covers and decided on a tried-and-true method to help me sleep. Masturbation. I grabbed my iPhone and started searching for something hot on xvideos.com. Within minutes, I found a hot daddy-son video. I stripped naked and before long I was hard and stroking. I had been jerking my meat for about two minutes when I heard what sounded like moaning coming from next door. I stopped stroking and listened, but figured it was my imagination. I continued jacking my cock, but then I heard moaning again, louder this time, and it was the kind of moaning that sounded like someone in the throes of sexual pleasure. What is Jake doing in there? I wondered, is he jacking off also? I stopped stroking my dick, pulled my boxer briefs back on and stood up. I decided, against my better judgment, but with my sexual desire for him rising to the surface again, that I wanted to see what he was up to.

I opened my door slowly so as not to make any noise, then cautiously crept down the hallway to the master bedroom. I saw that the door was open just enough to allow me to peer in. Damn Jake, I thought to myself, if you’re going to beat off, at least shut the door. I looked through the opening and my jaw dropped. Jake was still in bed, except now he was naked, watching what I assumed was porn on his laptop, although the volume was so low that I couldn’t tell for certain. A bottle of lube was next to him on the bed. He was on his back, head propped up with a pillow so that he could see the computer screen. His muscular, hairy legs were spread wide and he was using one well-lubricated hand to finger his asshole while rapidly stroking his cock with the other hand. Holy fuck, I thought, am I really seeing this? My dick grew hard as I watched Jake shove at least three fingers in and out of his hole as he gazed, enraptured, at whatever was playing on his laptop screen. His thick, eight-inch cock was rock hard and he was breathing heavily, like a man possessed. My hand automatically slid into my underwear and I started to caress my rapidly stiffening cock while I watched Jake pleasure himself. My lust for him was now raging in my brain, totally dispelling any sense of rational thought. I leaned in further for a closer look, lost my balance and stumbled a few steps forward into the room, knocking the door wide open, but managing to not fall over.

“Jesus Christ!” Jake exclaimed as he bolted upright, scooting back against the headboard, knocking his laptop on the floor, and rapidly pulling up the bedsheet to cover himself. I just stood there shirtless, staring wide eyed at my stepfather, my black boxer briefs hopefully concealing my throbbing erection. He was looking at me with a combination of surprise, embarrassment, and fear in his eyes. His skin had a slight gleam of sweat and he was clearly trying to get his rapid breathing under control. “Joey, what the hell man,” he said while pulling the sheet up even further, “I thought you were asleep?” “I tried,” I said, “but I couldn't and then I heard you making noise in here, so I came to see what you were doing and….” My voice trailed off as I paused, then I asked, “Damn Jake, what are you watching anyway?” and I walked to the side of the bed and reached for his laptop. “Joey no, wait please,” he said with panic in his voice as he scrambled to try and grab it first. I was faster though and snatched it up just before his hand reached it. I held it in both hands and gazed, disbelieving, at what I saw on the screen.

The video showed a young, smooth muscle stud in his twenties being savagely fucked bareback by an older, hairy daddy type in his forties. I recognized it as one I had watched before on xvideos.com; in fact, it was similar to the one I had been watching in my room earlier. I set the laptop on the nightstand, turned so I was facing the side of the bed and looked down at Jake. “Interesting viewing choice,” I said with a slight smile. “It’s not what you think Joey, really,” he said as he gave me a nervous grin. I stopped smiling and gave him a hard stare. “Jake, you were watching gay porn with your fingers up your ass,” I said, “What the hell am I supposed to think?” “It’s nothing Joey, I swear man,” he said, his tone desperate and fearful. He swallowed hard and said, “I just like to jack off to different stuff when I’m alone, you know? I don’t do it very often and only when your mom’s not here, I promise.” “Christ Jake,” I said, “if you’re into guys, why are you married to my mom?” “I only watch,” he said, “Scout’s honor man, just watching, that’s all I do.” I turned away from him briefly, pondering this revelation, then a sudden realization hit me. I whirled back to face him and said, “I knew I wasn’t crazy. You really were checking me out in the gym shower that day, weren’t you?” I could tell instantly by his expression that I was right; his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. I didn’t even need an answer; the mortified look on his face was confirmation enough. I thought for a few seconds and then said, “Damn Jake, what are you going to do if Mom finds out about this?”

The expression on his face changed to one of sheer, abject terror. “Oh God,” he moaned, “please don’t tell her about this Joey. I’m begging you buddy, please keep this between us, okay?” I hadn’t actually thought about telling her myself, but since he brought it up, I said, “I don’t know Jake, this is pretty serious. I think she has a right to know.” “Joey, please don’t man,” he begged. “I can’t lie to her Jake,” I said, “she’s my mother.” “You don’t have to lie to her,” he said, “just don’t tell her anything, okay?” I just stood there, shaking my head in disbelief at this utterly surreal situation, while at the same time I felt myself getting aroused at the knowledge that he was naked under that bedsheet. Despite what was happening, or maybe because of it, I felt my lust for him grow stronger, felt my cock getting hard again. I looked over at him again and saw the look of desperation and fear on his face. He looked like he was close to tears actually. I sighed heavily and said, “Jake, I can’t just….” “Please Joey,” he said, interrupting me, “please keep this a secret buddy.” He moved over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me, still wrapped in the bedsheet. He took both my hands in both of his while looking up at me pleadingly. My erection was now obvious through my boxer briefs, but he was looking up at my face and didn’t notice it. Yet. “I’ll do anything you want, Joey,” he said, “just promise me you won’t tell your mom about this.” He brought my hands up to his lips and gently kissed each one in a gesture of affection or submission; I couldn’t tell which. “I mean it Joey,” he said, his expression somewhat hopeful now, “anything you want.”

Anything I want, I thought to myself. I knew exactly what I wanted. Sex with Jake of course. And now I had the leverage to get it. I knew my rising lust was interfering with my judgment, but I didn’t care. He was naked under that sheet, his hands touching mine. He needed something from me. I wanted something from him. His face was inches from my throbbing boner. This was the chance of a lifetime. My love and affection for this man was at war with my lust for him. Don’t do this, a voice in my head warned, once you cross this line, there’s no going back. All true and yet his reaction to my accusation about the locker room kept running through my head. The possibility that he might be willing and the fact that my hard cock was now calling the shots tipped the scales in favor of lust. I wanted him now and I had him at my mercy. I gently pulled my hands from his and stepped back a little bit. “Anything Jake?” I asked. He nodded, his face solemn and serious. I took a deep breath and then took the plunge. “Alright,” I said and slid my boxer briefs off, tossed them aside and wagged my rock-hard cock in his direction, while enjoying the shocked look that came over Jake’s face. “You can start by sucking my dick,” I said.

Jake’s jaw dropped and he stared, wide eyed, at my rigid, throbbing eight-inch cock. He slowly lifted his head to meet my gaze. “Joey come on, no way man, you can’t be serious,” he said in a low, trembling voice. “Suck it, Jake,” I said. He slowly shook his head. “Joey no, I can’t do that,” he said. “You said anything Jake,” I replied, “and I didn’t hear you attach any conditions to that, did I?” “Well no,” he said, “but come on Joey, you’re my stepson.” I took a step forward so my dick was closer to his face. He pretended not to look at it, but I could see he was surreptitiously gazing at it from the corner of his eye. “Your stepson’s horny Jake,” I said. “Joey please don’t make me do this,” he said, his tone pleading and almost desperate, “you’re like my own son. It would be so wrong and you know it.” I smiled at him and said, “But you want me to lie to my mother and that’s wrong too, right? Or have you changed your mind about me telling her?” “No,” he said quickly, “I don’t want you to tell her.” I moved closer to him so that my cock was just inches from his face. It was leaking precum like crazy as I stroked it to keep it hard. “Suck it Jake,” I said again, “and your secret stays buried forever, I promise you.” He shifted his gaze from my face to my cock, then back again, like he was trying to decide what to do. He looked at my cock again, his eyes obviously focused on the dripping precum and then, probably unaware that he was even doing so, he licked his lips.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself, he’s actually thinking about it. I knew the goal was within reach now. “Looks good, doesn’t it Jake?” I said. He quickly looked back up at me and stammered, “No, I was just um, just um….” “Just what, Jake?” I asked. “Nothing,” he muttered and cast his eyes downward, away from my cock. I reached down and gently stroked his cheek, causing him to look me in the face again. “Tell me the truth Jake,” I said, “your cock really was hard in the shower that day at the gym, wasn’t it?” “Joey please,” he begged, “don’t do this.” “Tell me Jake,” I said while caressing his face and I felt him trembling now; with pleasure or with fear, but probably both. I could see the lust in his eyes that was trying so hard to deny. He covered his face with his hands suddenly and started shaking his head from side to side. “The truth Jake,” I said, “were you really….” “Yes,” he said, his voice muffled slightly by his hands. He took his hands away from his face, looked back up at me and said, “Yes I was.” I smiled. I had him now. I reached down and grabbed the sheet that was still covering his lower half. I ripped the sheet away and saw that his cock was hard, all eight inches of his thick meat standing tall and proud. He looked down at his raging erection, knowing that I had seen it. He swallowed hard, then raised his face to meet mine. He tentatively put his hand on my cock and said, “You won’t tell her anything about any of this, right? Promise me Joey.” I nodded and said, “I promise Jake,” making my voice solemn and sincere, “not a word. Ever.” He sighed, gave a nod of acceptance, and said, “Okay. Alright then.” He brought his face close to my cock and just looked at it for a moment while gently stroking it. He looked back up at me with what looked like a sense of wonder in his eyes. “It’s fucking huge man,” he said. “Yeah,” I said, “but you can take it, I’m sure.” He gave a slight grin and said, “I don’t really have a choice, do I?” I shook my head and said, “Nope.” He took a deep breath, then slowly eased the head into his mouth. He sucked the head for a minute or so, like he was getting used to the taste and feel of having a dick in his mouth, his tongue working the underside of my tool. He pulled his mouth off and just stared at it, almost amazed at what he was doing. “How’s it taste?” I asked. He chuckled ruefully and said, “Not bad actually.” He teased the head with his lips and tongue for a few seconds, then swallowed my entire tool down to the root.

All eight inches of my throbbing cock disappeared into his mouth and the immediate ecstasy was so intense that I didn’t even realize that he hadn’t gagged or choked or hesitated. He was sucking me like a pro and so great was my pleasure that it never even occurred to me that he might have done this before. He went up and down the entire length of my rock-hard shaft, his luscious lips and obviously talented tongue bringing pleasure to every inch. He didn’t look up at me; instead he was totally focused on sucking my dick. I gazed down at him, unable to believe that Jake, my beloved stepfather, was actually sucking my cock. He must have sensed my gaze because he turned his eyes upward, saw me looking down at him and pulled his mouth off me. He wiped saliva from his lips with the back of his hand, then grinned at me. “How am I doing?” he asked. “Fucking awesome Jake,” I said. He licked and sucked the head for a minute, then leaned back a little while stroking my spit-covered cock with his hand. He looked up at me again, a trace amount of fear still visible in his eyes. “I got your word, right Joey?” he asked, “You won’t tell your mother anything, you promise?” “I already promised you I wouldn’t,” I said, “now get back on my fucking cock before I change my mind, okay?” He gave me a goofy grin and said, “Yes sir,” before swallowing my dick yet again.

The pleasure was so intense that I thought I would pass out. Jake was doing a hell of a job for a supposed straight man. Licking, sucking, stroking, and slobbering. The ecstasy came not only from what he was doing, but also the fact that it was him doing it. I reached down and ran my hands through his thick, bristly flat top, then down to his ears, caressing them gently. I was moaning in sheer ecstasy as his warm, wet mouth worked its way up and down my rigid shaft. I felt his hot breath against my groin every time he deep throated me. “God damn Jake,” I said, my pulse racing like mad, “you’re making my dick feel so fucking good. You’re fucking amazing man.” He pulled his mouth off and gave me a subtle look of pride, winked seductively, and said, “Thank you,” then went right back to devouring my cock. My hands went back to either side of his head, giving me a sense of guidance and control over him. Deciding to step this up a notch, I moved my hands to the back of his head, interlocked my fingers and started to skull fuck him. I felt him choke a little from the first couple of thrusts, but he adapted quickly and soon I was savagely fucking his mouth, driving my cock down his throat as hard as I could. He turned his eyes up to me now, having lost control over what he was doing. My merciless thrusting brought tears to his eyes, but I heard him moaning also and the two combined to drive my lust to an insatiable height. My manhood was throbbing like crazy, but I didn’t want to shoot my load in his mouth. I pulled my cock out and stared down at his beautiful, handsome face, those hypnotic brown eyes combined with slightly rough masculine features, beard, and mustache immaculately neat and trimmed and yet so damned manly and gorgeous. I felt an enormous rush of both love and lust in equal measure. Jake, my father figure. Jake, my role model, and protector. Jake, my sexual obsession.

I wanted his ass now. I couldn’t wait any longer. “Get on the bed,” I ordered him. He looked uncertain, but obeyed and laid down, on his back, head on the pillow, his gorgeous muscular body on full display and stretched along the entire length of the bed. “No,” I said, “turn over and get on your hands and knees. Face the headboard.” He started to shift position, but then stopped and looked me in the eye. “Why,” he asked, his expression fearful, “what are you planning to do to me?” “I’m going to fuck you Jake,” I said. His face morphed into an expression of slight panic. “No,” he said, shaking his head, “no Joey, you said all you wanted was for me to suck your dick.” I shook my head also and said, “No, I said you could start by sucking my dick.” He gave me a pleading look and said, “Joey please, I can’t.” “Anything I want Jake,” I said, “unless you want me to tell Mom your secret.” “But Joey,” he whined, “I don’t know if I can. I mean it’s been years since I….,” and he suddenly shut his mouth, looking guilty and scared. I just stared at him in amazement. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I asked. “Nothing,” he said quickly, his voice quavering. He got on his hands and knees looking utterly defeated. He turned to look at me and said, “Just please don’t hurt me. I’m still your stepdad, okay?” I smiled, decided to file his “years since” comment away until later and said, “I’ll go easy on you Jake. I promise.” He sighed and whispered softly, “Thank you.”

I sat up and moved into position behind him, marveling yet again at his superbly muscled, beautifully hairless ass. It was mine for the taking now. I gently pulled his ass cheeks apart so I could finally see his hole. It was so fucking hot. Immaculately clean, and looking tight as hell, it had a fresh, light pink color that made it stand out from the rest of his pale, untanned ass. I moved my hands up to his waist and started rubbing my hard cock along the crack of his ass, savoring the fact that I was about to have what I had been dreaming about for over a year. I ran my hands over his back, moving from his waist to his shoulders, loving the sensation of the light coating of hair that covered the rest of his flawless physique. I moved down his arms, groping and stroking his bulging biceps and triceps, then slid my hands back up and under him, fondling his chest muscles, rubbing his nipples, and feeling them harden at my touch. I caressed his abdomen, so flat, taut, and defined. Finally my hands encircled his cock, which, to my erotic delight, was still hard and wet with precum. “Wow Jake,” I said, “seems like you’re enjoying my feeling you up huh?” He cleared his throat and said, “Uh yeah, actually it does feel pretty good.” “I’m glad,” I said, “now let’s get your ass ready for my dick. Hand me that lube.” He looked to his left, found the bottle, and handed it back to me.

I poured some lube on my hand and gently worked three of my fingers into his hole. He was already lubed from before, but I wanted him really wet and slick so he could take me easier. “Ow fuck,” he said in a slight hiss, “go easy will you?” I laughed and said, “It’s just three fingers Jake. Nothing you can’t handle, right?” I heard him mutter, “Smartass,” under his breath. I continued to work lube into his ass until he was as wet as I could get him. I pulled my fingers from his hole and said, “Time for you to get fucked now.” “Oh Jesus,” he said, his tone fearful again, “go slow at first please man, I’m begging you.” I said nothing in response as I poured a good amount of lube on my cock and slicked it up good. I pressed the head of my dick against his beautiful, tight, fuck hole and met a slight resistance, so I bore down harder and it suddenly give way as I punched through and entered his luscious ass. “God damn,” I heard him say through clenched teeth, “your cock’s inside me Joey. Oh fuck man, I can’t believe this is happening.” “It’s happening,” I said as I fought down the urge to slam my entire rod into him all at once. I worked my cock into him slowly; intense though my lust was, I didn’t want to hurt him. Every inch that I slid into him was pure ecstasy. His tight, warm hole gripped my cock in a velvet caress of man flesh. Never before had I gotten such pleasure from another man’s ass. I was enraptured at knowing that I was finally, really going to fuck Jake. I heard him moaning under his breath, with pleasure it seemed, as I forced more of my dick inside him. “Oh fuck Joey,” he said, “yeah that’s it, ease into me man. Damn, Joey, you’re so fucking big son,” and then I was all the way inside him, my balls against his ass. “You got it all Jake,” I said, “you ready now?” He was breathing heavily now, gasping from the effort to take my cock up his ass. His entire body had been tense, but now he relaxed a little, grinding his butt against me like he was getting used to me being inside him and said in a faint whisper, “Oh fuck yeah Joey, do it man.” “Yeah? You really want it Jake?” I asked. “Yeah, you horny bastard,” he said, “I want it. I want you to fuck me.” There was a two second pause, then I heard him say in a lustful, passionate moan, “Fuck me Joey. Fuck me good son.”

My hands gripped, stroked, and massaged his ass cheeks as I slowly started to thrust my cock in and out of his tight hole. Slowly because I wanted to make this last. I was fucking my stepfather and the fact that he wanted it made the ecstasy even more intense. The lust for him that had built up over the past year was coursing through every inch of my body and causing me to feel nothing but sexual gratification. I fucked him with a gentle, steady rhythm, sliding my dick in and out of him in a way that I hoped wouldn’t cause him any pain. I heard him moaning and muttering, “Oh fuck yeah Joey, that’s it buddy, take it easy on me at first son,” and I thought to myself, Yeah Jake, I will, at first. “Damn Jake,” I said in a lustful tone, “your ass feels fucking amazing on my dick,” and indeed my cock was throbbing so intensely, I thought I would swoon. He whispered back, “Yeah son, it’s all yours; anything you want, just like I promised,” and I let go a deep, throaty moan and said, “God damn Jake, I can’t believe I’m fucking you.” “Yeah Joey, you’re fucking me alright,” he said with a deep sigh of arousal as I invaded his hole over and over, “damn son, you’re really stretching me out with that big dick,” and I looked down and saw his tight hole forming a perfect ring of flesh around my rigid tool pumping in and out of his ass. I reached down to fondle his cock, which was hard as a rock and dripping precum. I used my fingers to gather up the nectar that was leaking profusely from his cock head, brought them to my mouth and noisily sucked them dry. “Fuck, you taste good,” I said. I reached back down, pumped his tool a few times and said, “Looks like you’re enjoying this aren’t you Jake?” and his body relaxed a little, head sagging forward as he surrendered even more to his own lust and he said, “It hurts a little, but don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” “I’m not stopping until I breed your ass,” I said. I fucked him steadily for several minutes, neither of us making a sound except for our heavy breathing. Then I heard him say softly, “Harder.” Somewhat stunned, I asked, “Harder Jake?” “Yeah, fuck me harder,” he said in a rougher, more aggressive tone, “ram that cock in me, open me up man, tear my fucking ass up,” I pulled my cock out until just the head was inside him. I stared down at his sexy, muscular ass, feeling powerful with the knowledge that it was mine now and then slammed my cock in all the way as hard as I could.

“Aw fuck yeah, that’s it!” he said, snarling like an animal in heat as my dick punched its way into his hole as far as it would go, “fuck me Joey, fuck my ass like you own it. Tear it up buddy.” I moved my hands up and got a firm grip on his waist and started to power fuck him. I leaned forward so I could whisper in his ear. “Yeah?” I asked, “You want to get fucked rough Jake?” “Yes,” he moaned softly. “Whose ass is this now?” I asked. “Yours,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I can’t hear you,” I said. “Yours,” he said with a growl that signaled utter submission, “it’s yours Joey, all yours son, fuck me Joey, fuck me all you want, slam that dick in my ass, oh God it’s been so long,” and I thought, Damn, he’s definitely been fucked in the ass before, but I said nothing and just kept pounding his hole as hard as I could, loving how good my cock felt inside his ass, and so damned happy to hear him moan with pleasure at every thrust. I pulled my dick out until just the head was inside, then power slammed it back in all at once. “Owwww, damn Joey,” he hollered, “you’re a fucking beast man!” I did it repeatedly because it felt so damned good and he cried out in pain and pleasure several times before he was reduced to whimpering, his head buried in the pillow, muffling his sounds. “Fuck Joey,” he said while breathing heavily, his head turned to his left, “you’re gonna wreck my ass man.” I pulled out completely then, allowing my erection to rub against the cleft of his ass while I gently ran my hands over his back, from his waist to his shoulders. “Hush Jake,” I said in a soothing tone, “relax man, catch your breath.” His panting gradually slowed as he raised his head back up. “Damn Joey,” he groaned, “I said tear my ass up but Jesus man, you are a savage.” “No,” I said, “just horny as hell for my stepdad. Now turn over, on your back.” When he didn’t change position right away, I smacked him hard on his ass and barked, “Move!” “Ouch!” he yelped, “okay, okay, damn man,” and he flipped over so that he was sprawled out over the bed, the entire front part of his body gloriously exposed. I slowly stroked my cock while I drank in the sight of his gorgeous, hairy, and muscular physique, lying there, waiting for me to start fucking him again. He began jerking his own huge dick while giving me his best seductive smile, his flawless white teeth gleaming below his sexy mustache. He spread his legs wide, exposing his hole, which was now slightly more red than pink. “Come on Joey,” he said lustily, “fuck me some more. I want your load in my ass buddy.” I got between his legs and gently rubbed my cock head against his hole. “You want this Jake?” I asked. “Oh God yes, please Joey,” he said in a submissive tone, “don’t fucking tease me man.” I moved my cock up so that I was caressing his balls with it. “You want this in your ass again?” I asked. “Yes,” he moaned. “Beg for it,” I said. “Please fuck me Joey,” he said, his voice now pathetically subservient, “I want your cock inside me again. Fuck me, give me that dick, please son,” and I grabbed the bottle of lube, slicked myself up with a fresh squirt, then power slammed my cock inside him with all the force I could muster.

“Aw fuck yeah,” he growled, “that’s it man, fuck me like you mean it,” as I started tearing into his fuck hole. I forced his legs even farther back so I could get deep inside him. I fucked him as hard as I could, channeling all my energy into my hips and pelvis, making him feel every inch while feeling my balls slap against his ass. I could tell by the expression on his face and the way he was stroking his meat that he was loving every minute of this, his eyes showing both lust and adoration. “How’s my cock feel inside you Jake?” I asked. “Oh God Joey,” he moaned, “it feels fucking awesome. Yeah buddy, that’s it, fuck me good,” and I pounded away at his ass, overwhelmed by how much pleasure my cock was getting from his tight hole. I felt my tool throbbing and pulsing with every thrust and I knew I was going to cum soon. “Damn Jake,” I said, “you got me on the fucking edge man with this sweet ass of yours.” “Yeah Joey,” he said, his voice passionate and throaty, “fill me up with that cum load buddy.” “Oh fuck,” I moaned, “I don’t want to cum yet.” I was ramming my cock inside him as hard as I could now and I wanted the exquisite feeling to last. “I just want to keep fucking you Jake,” I growled, “cause your hole is making my dick feel so damned good.” “Yeah, that’s it,” he said with savage lust in his voice, “keep fucking me buddy, tear my ass up with that big dick. Oh God Joey, I love you so much son.” Impulsively, I lowered my face to his and kissed him fiercely, my tongue invading his mouth and I felt the same erotic craving and love that his handsome face so clearly conveyed to me. “I love you too, Jake,” I said while continuing to fuck him with every ounce of energy I had.

Jake was moaning continuously now as he rapidly pounded his cock and I could tell he was close to cumming. I was right on the edge of orgasm as well, but I wanted him to shoot first. I looked down at his groin and saw him stroking his cock like mad. “Yeah Jake, that’s it,” I said, “stroke that big cock. I want to see you shoot your load all over that sexy belly,” and he started to grunt and growl while writhing in ecstasy. “Oh fuck Joey, I can’t hold it any longer,” he moaned, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking shoot. Yeah son, that’s it, keep fucking me while I cum. Oh fuck, Joey, I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming!!! Oh God, Joey!!!” and I looked down just in time to see the first huge load of cum erupt from his cock and splatter on his gorgeous six-pack abs, then another and another until his hairy stomach was covered in pearly white semen. He pumped his tool like mad and the sight of him cumming pushed me over the edge and I felt my own orgasm rapidly approaching and I saw him looking at me as he continued to jerk his own tool. “Aw fuck yeah Jake,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum in your ass.” “Fuck yeah Joey,” he hissed, “give it to me. Give that load buddy. I want it so fucking bad.” I was fucking him like an animal now and as I felt my cock start to throb and pulse, my arousal at a level that made me swoon, I looked him in the eyes and all but shouted, “Oh fuck Jake, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming in your ass man. Oh fuck yeah Jake!!! Yeah, here it fucking comes!!!” and I felt my cock explode as I fired off a torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside his fuckhole. I pounded his ass over and over, pumping more cum inside him, my dick feeling exquisite pleasure with every thrust into his hole. I felt an intense, dizzying wave of erotic joy as more and more of my spunk spurted from my cock and coated the inside of his ass. Finally, after shooting at least ten loads in him, I was spent. All my erotic energy had been exerted and every last drop of semen had been pumped inside him, where it belonged.

I gazed down at him as I pulled my cock slowly from his ass, my torso still looming over him. We were both gasping for breath and covered in sweat. I struggled to speak, but my heavy breathing rendered speech impossible for the moment. Finally I got control of myself, eyes still locked with his and said, “God damn, Jake, I can’t believe we just…,” and my voice trailed off and Jake just stared back at me with that hypnotic gaze and said, “Kiss me Joey.” I lowered my face to his and kissed him passionately, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, feeling his tongue caress mine. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close so that our bodies were entwined. Every inch of his naked body was touching mine and I could feel the cum on his belly smear against my torso as he put his powerful, muscular arms around me as well, our mouths still locked together in lust, desire and love. Eventually, our lips parted and we just laid on our sides facing each other, not saying anything, gradually coming down from our erotic high. I didn’t think about the possible complications of what we had just done, not yet. I just lay there, staring at Jake with a slight smile on my face, basking in the afterglow of the best sex I had ever experienced. God, he is so beautiful I thought to myself, in every sense of the word. He just looked back at me, smiling as well, his seductive brown eyes intently focused on my own. Finally he spoke. “That was absolutely amazing Joey,” he said, “just fucking incredible.” “It was amazing,” I said, “the best ever Jake.” He actually blushed, gave me a goofy grin and asked, “Really?” “Yeah, really,” I said. I paused for a second then said, “I’ve been lusting after you for more than a year, you know that right?” “Yeah,” he said, “I did kind of feel that vibe from you. I knew you were stealing glances at me in the gym shower.” He paused, his eyes downcast, then looked me in the face again and said, “I wanted you too obviously. But I didn’t know what to do about it, so I took the coward’s way out and did nothing. I mean, you’re my stepson and I thought it would be wrong.” I smiled and asked, “Do you still think that?” “I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, what we just did,” he said, his tone serious, “I just know that I love you and I want to make you happy.” He paused, then went on, “But we have got to keep this a secret Joey. I love your mother more than anything and I don’t want to cause her any pain or grief. You understand?” I nodded and said, “Of course. You think I want mom to know that I fucked my stepfather, her husband?” He smiled and said, “Good,” then turned so that he was now laying on his back. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled as his body seemed to relax completely and totally.

I reached over and ran my hand over his chest and abs, lightly caressing his magnificent torso. “Mmmmm,” he murmured softly, “that feels good son.” I stroked his skin softly for a few minutes, then I suddenly remembered something he had said earlier, something that had sparked my curiosity. I wanted an answer, even if he didn’t really owe me one. I hesitated, then on impulse, I said, “Jake?” “Yeah buddy?” he replied. “When I was getting ready to fuck you,” I asked as gently as I knew how, “you blurted out that it had been years since you…what exactly? Had sex with another man?” He smiled wistfully, propped himself up on one elbow so he could face me again and said, “Yeah, that’s exactly it. I never told anyone about it until now. Not even your mom.” I stared at him, intrigued and wanting to know more, but his face took on a somewhat melancholy expression, so I waited to see if he would tell me the story. “It was my best friend from high school,” he said abruptly. “His name was Danny,” Jake continued, “and he and I were inseparable from the first time we met during freshman year. Our personalities just connected; you know? We played the same sports, ran with the same crowd, liked the same movies, dated the same types of girls, all of that. We were more than friends, we were brothers. After graduation, since neither of us were ready for college, we decided to get jobs and share an apartment while we figured out what to do with our lives.” He stopped talking for a minute, seemingly lost in the past.

I took advantage of the short pause to ask, “So when did the two of you first…?” “It was two years after we moved in together,” Jake said, “and Danny’s girlfriend had just cruelly dumped him for another man after they’d been together for a year. He was devasted, crying on my shoulder literally. I hugged him, held him close and told I was there for him, whatever he needed, no matter what. I calmed him down, dried his tears and made sure he got to bed. The next morning, he was in my bed, with his arms wrapped tight around me.” I stared, wide eyed, at Jake and asked, “Just like that?” “Yeah, just like that,” said Jake. He continued, saying, "I turned and saw that his eyes were open, staring at me with a look on his face that I had never seen before. It was desire that I saw there. I realized then that my feelings for him ran deeper than friendship, deeper than brotherhood, feelings that I had suppressed until then. Feelings that he had obviously suppressed also. He kissed me softly on the lips, then pulled back, fear in his eyes, as he waited for my reaction. I kissed him back immediately." Jake paused for a few seconds, then said, “And that’s how it started. We made love for hours that first night and for many nights thereafter. We both still dated and had plenty of sex with plenty of women. But we were always there for each other, you know what I mean?” I nodded, but remained silent, pondering this surprising new revelation. “How long did it last?” I asked. “Two years, more or less,” Jake said. “Danny eventually found the woman of his dreams, married her and moved away. We tried to stay friends, but we eventually drifted apart. Then I started my new career in construction, met your mom and well, here we are.” “Yeah,” I said, “here we are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jake smiled and reached over to caress the side of my face. “Me neither Joey,” he said, “me neither.”

Jake seemed weary now, drained of physical and mental energy; not surprising given all that had happened between us. He yawned mightily, then sank back into the bed, the tiredness evident in his eyes and said, “I need to get some sleep Joey. This has been a pretty intense night, you know?” “Yeah, I know,” I said, flashing a mischievous grin, “I’m a bit worn out myself actually.” He grinned also, then his expression turned serious. “You want to sleep in here tonight?” he asked. I gazed at his beautiful face and felt a rush of love and affection. “Yes,” I said, “but only if I get a good night kiss.” He turned toward me and smiled, then leaned his face forward until our mouths met. I was a soft, gentle kiss, just his beautiful, sensual lips against mine, nothing more. We broke the kiss and with one final loving gaze into my eyes, he said, “Good night Joey.” I gave his handsome face a brief caress and said, “Good night Jake.” With that, he turned on his side facing away from me and settling into a comfortable sleeping position. Within a matter of minutes he was fast asleep and snoring, but only slightly. I smiled, kissed his shoulder, then turned over so I was on my stomach, moving over so that our bodies were touching. Yeah Jake, get a good night’s sleep, I thought to myself as I drifted off into slumber as well, because I’m not done with you yet.

To Be Continued