Lockdown With Daddy

Hello, guys. I know it has been a long while since I published on this amazing site! But chapter 4 is here and I hope you enjoy it. A few quick things:

I completely "remastered" the lockdown story and have published it on amazon. I made some changes such as the title which is now: "Lockdown With Step-Daddy." So, please check it out it will include the final crazy chapter, chapter 5 and new, sexy scenes that were not included in chapters 1 though 4. 

If anyone needs a proofreader or editor for the boner inducing stories, please email me at [email protected] and we can talk about what you need!

Enjoy, my friends!

A Single Man Clapping

Still, with a marginally parted mouth, Curtis blinked at his phone rapidly in a bid to confirm what his eyes were seeing was, in fact, the truth. He could hardly believe he got a reply and at that moment, he was overcome with anxiety as to what the message could possibly say. Curtis hoped it would be positive, that he would be able to have his friend back but he knew, deep down, that it was far more likely to be a message that could be summed up in two words: “Fuck off.”

The notification read on his lock screen as: “One New Message: Rob Deeley.” 

He stood from the comfort of the white leather sofa and paced around the coffee table in a semi-worried manner. The daddy exited the living area and thumped his large feet over to the breakfast bar where he stretched out his thick, hairy arms and grasped the edge of the bar with force with his phone still in hand. 

‘Stop being a wuss.’ he spoke to himself in his low growl of a voice, ‘Read the message. Read the message.’

With his thumbprint, he unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification of said message in order to bring him to the messaging app quickly and in a flash, the reply he was so nervous to read appeared before him as well as a smart-looking profile picture of Rob sitting at the table of a swanky restaurant. The profile picture was to the left of the message he had written and before even reading it, the sexy daddy took a second to stare at the man — who was once a best friend — to see how time had treated him. 

Although they were the same age, Rob had maintained a younger-looking face. Not many creases, or “daddy-lines” as Toby thought of them, and there wasn’t a grey hair in sight. Curtis, himself had come across the odd strand of silver hair but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t hide underneath his perfectly healthy, dark brown hair. The sexy, rugged daddy believed a magical product known as, hair dye, might’ve had a hand in helping Rob achieve his youthful looks.

He couldn’t deny that Rob was still attractive. The jet-black hair — dyed or not — sat impeccably styled atop his head. Emerald eyes that shared the same deep shade as the grass on a manicured lawn stared back at him, eyes that he once was envious of as it was almost always the first thing people would compliment him on.

With a deep breath, Curtis brought his eyes to the message itself and read it silently as he soaked in every word.

“Hello, Curtis. 

I have to admit, I was pretty shocked to see a message from someone I haven’t spoken to since I was a naive youngster at uni. 

Curtis, I don’t hold any ill will towards you, and so, in saying that, I’m open to talking it through with you if you feel the need to. 

Rob.”

To say the daddy was gobsmacked was an extreme understatement. It was a friendly message, a positive one, and Curtis was delighted. Safe to say the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy, causing him to feel tingly all over. Fearing his legs giving out from below him, he slowly turned and headed back into the living area of the spacious apartment. He sought out the sofa and collapsed onto it. 

He leaned his head back and sighed deeply as his eyes closed. Before he could give the message or his reply any more thought, he felt a presence above him and saw a shadow cross his eyelids. He opened his chocolatey brown eyes slowly and was startled to see Toby’s face hovering over his. 

‘Jesus!’ Curtis gasped with a fright, ‘You scared me half to death.’

‘Wimp.’ Toby mocked jokingly. 

‘Wimp?’ exclaimed Curtis, he grabbed a cushion and whacked Toby with it hard, ‘If anyone is a wimp around here it’s you!’ 

‘Er, no I’m not.’ he said defiantly. 

‘Fine, Mr Brave Man.’ the naked daddy stood from the sofa and slowly approached Toby who stood behind the comfortable, white leather piece, ‘Why don’t we watch a horror movie tonight with dinner.’

‘I think I’ll pass on that, daddy.’ Toby was retreating around the other side of the sofa as Curtis hunched his body forward as if he was about to chase the young man.

‘What if I don’t let you?’ 

With that, Curtis began to run after his twink like a mighty lion, but Toby was no couch potato, if the hairy daddy was a mighty lion then he was a graceful gazelle. He ran around the sofa just as fast as his daddy and with his more powerful athleticism, Toby was able to leap over the glass coffee table with ease in a desperate bid to not be caught by daddy, even though he was surely going to fail just so that Curtis could do whatever he wanted afterwards.

‘Daddy!’ the twink was panting. 

Toby looked to check on where his step-daddy was in the midst of the chase and stupidly stubbed his toe on a leg of the coffee table. As he hopped around on one foot, he continued laughing loudly from the fun he was having — fun which outweighed the stubborn pain a stubbed toe brought on. The sudden slowness caused by Toby’s mild “injury”, allowed Curtis to get a leg up and the next time Toby was limping in front of the sofa, the daddy dived across it, landing on the soft cushions that decorated it while pulling Toby on top of himself in a hurry. 

As the daddy’s got comfortable in his haphazard position, the twink struggled to escape the tight clutches he found himself in. Both men were laughing loudly, every time the twink thought he was free by pulling up his daddy’s arm, the other — equally thick and furry arm — clamped down around the young man's slender waist, locking him down as his covered bubble-butt rubbed against the stiffening cock. 

‘I think you’re liking this a bit much!’ groaned Toby, continuing to fight free. 

‘What do you mean?’ asked a near-breathless daddy, he knew what Toby was referring to but just loved to play with his boy continuously. 

‘This.’ 

Toby stopped fighting for freedom and instead circled his hips which caused his round cheeks to brush over the naked prick and full daddy balls. Curtis exhaled slowly at the touch, a touch he has come to love. 

‘You can hardly blame me, can you? Not when you’re rubbing up on me with that big ass of yours.’ 

‘No blame placed, daddy.’ he sighed.

Toby was getting into it, his ass was performing a perfect routine of circular motions upon his step-daddy’s meat. The twink could feel it throb often, especially when the cock came close to the tight hole, Toby even smirked to himself when he felt some warm precum smear against his smooth, porcelain-pale ass. 

‘Ok. Ok. I have to get up.’ said Curtis, tapping Toby on the shoulder to signal him to move. 

But he didn’t. He stayed put, rubbing his wide bubble-butt as if he was trying to get his daddy to cum there and then. Curtis noticed that Toby was playing with his nipples, judging by the bent elbows and soft moans coming from his mouth.

‘Toby… fuck.’ he whispered. 

He gave up. Knowing that Toby was in charge now. The daddy was too tired to move him by force and quite frankly, he didn’t want to. Resting his head back upon the cushions, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride Toby was about to take him on. 

‘Take these off.’ 

The circling came to a slow stop and Toby giggled seductively as he stood. A prominent boner was evident, the thin material of the shorts he was wearing did little to conceal it. He stood still for a brief moment, his gaze travelled down his daddy’s hairy body before landing on the bobbing prick that was glossy with precum. 

‘Take them off.’ Curtis said again. 

Toby obeyed. He gripped the loose material and began to pull his shorts down. The material strained as it passed the hard dick and once it had, Toby’s second most impressive body part slapped his abdomen and his balls jiggled as an aftershock. He stepped out of them with one foot and with the other, he picked them up and kicked the shorts towards his daddy where they landed on his face, just as he hoped they would. 

‘You may be into sniffing shorts,’ he said as he flung them back to Toby with a smile across his face, ‘but I’m not.’ 

‘You don’t want to smell me?’ whined Toby as he straddled his daddy. 

‘Not your used shorts, boy.’ 

Toby feigned a look of sadness while pushing back and rubbing his exposed hole over the sensitive dickhead. 

‘Would you smell mine?’ the daddy asked with a curious expression. 

‘I have before.’ he admitted without hesitation. 

‘When?’ 

‘Mainly before we started doing all this. But, I have done it since as well. In secret, obviously.’ 

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. Do you like that?’ he moaned softly as he leaned forward and nuzzled into his daddy’s neck, feeling the beard scratch his delicate face as he did so. 

‘Yeah. Sounds kinda hot. Was it my boxers?’ the daddy exhaled as he always would when Toby did these things to him, feeling him nuzzle and kiss at his neck gently was no different. 

‘It was.’ he chuckled. 

‘You were smelling my boxers? Fuck, boy. Fuck, why do I find that so fuckin’ hot?’

‘Because… maybe you like the idea that your stepson has been sniffing at where your big cock and big balls sit all day.’

‘Fuck, Toby.’ he groaned. 

‘I love how they smell, all musky. And sometimes, if it was a day you were particularly busy, the smell lingered in my nose for hours after I had put them back in your washing basket.’

‘You’re a dirty boy.’

Toby lifted his head from Curtis’ neck and looked towards the older man with a smile.

‘A dirty boy for daddy.’

‘Oh, yeah.’ he said as he moved an arm behind his head, letting it fall behind the armrest of the sofa. To Toby’s horned up delight, the bushy underarm suddenly became visible and he practically began foaming at the mouth as fantasies of his drove to the centre of his lustful mind. 

‘Daddy?’ he asked with puppy dog eyes and a slight bite of his bottom lip. 

‘Yeah?’ 

‘There has always been something else I’ve wanted to smell.’

‘What’s that, boy?’

‘Your underarms.’ he said with slight hesitation. 

Curtis didn’t speak for a moment, nor did he break eyesight with the gorgeous twink who sat upon him as if he was riding a mechanical bull. 

‘Have at it.’ he finally spoke. 

Toby's face almost split in half due to the enormous grin that spread across his smooth face like wildfire. He didn’t wait, he couldn’t. He had wanked about this a few times, each time building upon the desire to see the bushy underarms up close, to smell them, to kiss them. The naked twink lowered his head to the underarm and absorbed as much of the sight and smell as he could. The thick black hair nested there was aesthetically pleasing, and as a man who had no previous interest in underarms — not since the desire grew legs when Toby noticed them, really noticed them a while back — he found it quite hot that he could now only describe the underarms as perfection. 

‘Daddy.’ he moaned amongst the fur. 

‘Feels nice, boy.’ 

It was yet another new experience for Curtis. Never had anyone done this to him, not that he had given the act much thought beforehand. But, now, with Toby rubbing his face in his furry underarm, sniffing wholeheartedly all the while, made Curtis’ prick solid. 

Soon, the twink finally performed the last thing he had planned in relation to having access to his daddy’s not-so-ripe underarms, the thing that would sometimes push his orgasms to the brink when he imagined this scenario while he wanked, the twink finally stuck his tongue out and swiped it upwards. Tasting the small amount of sweat that was present was like cocaine for the twink, he literally thought that his pupils expanded as the musky taste of the sweat coated his tastebuds. 

‘Oh, Toby.’ the daddy laughed as he found it somewhat ticklish to begin with. 

His body squirmed slightly as Toby lapped up the manly nectar hidden in the black as night fur. The young man grunted like an animal and Curtis noticed he shared a similar grunt when he rims and eats out his boy’s hole. 

‘It’s so good.’ Toby grinned as he pulled himself away for a moment to voice his content. 

‘Yeah? You like that?’ he asked. 

The daddy pulled his arm forward, covering the hairy treasure, much to Toby’s dismay, and grabbed a hold of his boy’s face and positioned it in front of his own.

‘Hi, daddy.’ whispered Toby.

‘Hi, boy.’ said the older man, still holding Toby’s chin with a firm grip.

A smooth body lay on a hairy one, the contrast was striking. It was a contrast they loved, it signified the main difference between them: Curtis was the daddy and Toby was the boy. 

‘Can’t I continue?’ 

‘No.’

‘Oh, c’mon.’ he said as he attempted to move back to his daddy’s underarm, an attempt that failed as he couldn’t break free from Curtis’ grasp — as was the continued trend.

‘Kiss me.’ the daddy said with a sharp exhale.

Toby leaned in slowly. It was electric, he could feel the fine hair on his arms stand up. Their lips collided as softly as two clouds in a light breeze and they kissed. The kiss was warm, intimate, loving and it continued without interruption for a while until Curtis pulled away. He watched as his boy took a few seconds to open his eyes and close his pretty pink parted lips. 

‘Horny boy.’ chuckled Curtis.

‘Daddy, I want you to fuck me.’

‘You want me to fuck you?’ asked a surprised Curtis. 

‘Not just fuck me… ’

Toby bent down to his daddy’s ear, once more feeling the thick beard scratch at his face.  

‘... I want you to breed me.’ 

Without giving the daddy a second to compute what was asked of him, Toby stretched a hand around to his ass, grabbed a hold of his daddy’s big meat and lined it up with his hole. A hole which had the remnants of lube from an earlier finger fuck Toby had treated himself to. He was glad he did have fun with his ass, otherwise the fuck might’ve been uncomfortable to begin with given how impressive his step-daddy’s cock really was. But, even if he hadn’t, the twink would’ve put up with a little pain if it meant he got to feel his daddy’s cock buried deep inside him. 

‘I feel your hole.’ said Curtis, enjoying the sensation of his precum covered cock head touching the tight entrance, ‘It’s a bit cold, did you put lube in your ass?’

‘Yeah. You like it?’ he asked as he pushed all his weight onto the dick, forcing it inside him slowly.

‘Yes, I do.’ moaned Curtis.

The daddy allowed Toby to take his prick in his pale bubble-butt at his own gradual pace, a pace that would be most pleasurable for his boy. He believed that once his cock was buried deep and Toby’s hole was stretched a bit to accommodate it, he could fuck harder and faster, at a pace that would also be pleasurable for his boy. 

The glossy, precum covered dick head slipped in, and in that instant, the pair of naked men looked to one another with wide eyes and just as wide smiles. The hole was warming up rapidly around the throbbing cock head and the extra help from the lube Toby used earlier proved helpful in easing the big daddy dick in without a fuss. 

‘I’m in.’ gasped Curtis. 

‘Yeah.’ Toby chuckled, ‘You’re in.’

With the head in, the hardest part was over, now all Toby had to do was sit back further and let his ass do the rest of the work, which is what the twink did. He pushed his large ass down slowly, gradually taking the massively thick eight inches of his step-daddy’s man meat piece by piece. 

‘Fuck.’ groaned the twink as he tilted his head back.

‘You good?’ 

‘Yeah, daddy. It’s so fucking big!’ 

With the cock now inserted fully, right down to the fuzzy, full balls, Toby gave the cock time to fully settle inside him and also to allow his stretched asshole to get used to such an invasive monster being up there.

‘You’ve got such a fuckin’ tight ass, boy.’

‘I’m sure, uh, you will get it loose in no time.’ laughed Toby.

‘Bounce on it, boy.’ grumbled Curtis as he placed his hands on Toby’s slender hips.

The younger man placed his shaky hands on the broad, hairy chest in front and prepared to bounce for his step-daddy.

‘Take your time, boy. No rush. No rush at all.’ 

Curtis was loving the feeling of his massive cock deep in the warm and willing hole of someone he loved. He was finally fucking an ass, a fantasy since he was a horny teen has been fulfilled and he couldn’t think of a better, juicer, rounder ass to fuck for the first time than that of his nineteen-year-old stepsons.

After developing his rhythm, the twink proceeded to pick up the pace by pushing against the hairy chest he was leaning on and lifting his ass into the air. Inches of his step-daddy’s cock slipped out, but Toby made sure to leave the cock head in at all times. Once his ass was high enough that almost all of the thick dick had retreated from his horny hole, he slammed back down hard, hard enough that his ass glided to the base and Curtis’ big balls slapped his bubble-butt.

‘Fuck yeah!’ yelled Curtis. 

‘You like my ass, daddy?’ purred the twink. 

‘Oh, shit, boy. Yeah, I do. Take all of daddy’s cock!’

The dirty talk spurred Toby to go full throttle, his asshole was swallowing his daddy’s manhood from tip to base with each hard backward motion. His beautiful bubble-butt rippled each time it collided with the hefty thighs and balls of the older daddy. Curtis licked both his index fingers and brought them up to Toby’s erect nipples and began flicking them with his wet digits.

‘Oh, daddy!’ moaned Toby. ‘I like that.’ 

In a quick motion, Curtis pulled Toby down towards him and sucked on the nipple. Luckily, it didn’t take Toby long to regain the fucking pattern he had created on the throbbing cock. With his stepson’s delicate, pink nipple in his mouth, Curtis swirled his tongue around it and ever so gently bit it. 

‘Oooh, daddy. Fuck!’ 

Toby’s nipples were as hard as his cock, and that was saying something as the twink couldn’t recall a time his impressive twink prick was as hard as this before. The daddy released the nipple from his mouth and gave it a few seconds respite before latching onto it once more with his pearly whites and sucking on it as if he intended to draw milk. He thought Toby’s nipples were gorgeous, just another body part that seemed better on his stepson than any female he had fucked previously. Pink, pert and perfectly proportioned to his increasingly muscular chest. 

The room was filled with the sound of loud clapping. Clapping that seemed to echo around them as Toby’s butt slapped down onto his step-daddy. The noise itself was incredibly arousing for the pair, it held the same weight as dirty talk in that it just turned them on even more so. Curtis could feel his orgasm reaching its crescendo, his balls were tightening like a vice around a piece of wood. He didn’t want to cum, he wanted to make the fuck last as long as possible, however, the skills of Toby — and his magnificent ass — was making the task of holding off his load near impossible.  

‘I don’t think… I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer. Your ass is so fuckin’ good!’ he bellowed.

Toby, like the slut he is, couldn’t wait to be filled with his step-daddy’s hot seed. He didn’t care that the fuck didn’t last thirty minutes, he knew how tight his ass could be at first and most guys were lucky to last as long as Curtis did. 

He reached for his daddy’s furry pecs and squeezed them roughly in his hands, enjoying the feel of the coarse dark hair slipping between his slender fingers. The twink sat up straight, the cock still firmly implanted in his pale ass, and he began to rotate his large behind in a circular motion slowly. 

‘Oh, fuck, boy. Where'd you learn to move your ass like that?’ groaned Curtis in absolute pleasure.

‘You know,’ he began through shallow breaths, ‘A little fuck here, a little fuck there.’

‘My, my. Aren’t you a little slut?’ he joked, knowing Toby would take it as one. 

‘For you, daddy? Anytime.’ 

Before long, the twink was fully grinding his ass onto his step-daddy’s large cock. His upper body wasn’t moving much, his ass was doing all the work as he held onto his daddy’s beefy chest with all his might. His grip was fierce, enough that the daddy noticed pain coming from his squeezed pecs, but Curtis wasn’t going to tell his boy to release them anytime soon, especially if holding onto them brought Toby comfort and pleasure. 

‘You gonna breed me, daddy? You gonna fucking cum in me? Get it all sloppy, huh?’

The words and their context were enough to take Curtis by subdued surprise. He hadn’t thought that far ahead as to whether he would cum inside Toby, cum over him, or make him swallow it. The daddy decided in a time shorter than it takes to blink that he would indeed be cumming straight up his stepson’s beautiful asshole. 

‘You fucking slut, you want it, you want your daddy’s seed?’ yelled Curtis.

‘Yes, daddy!’ the twink yelled back. 

Curtis pulled Toby down until the twinks head was nestled in his neck and with his arms wrapped around the lean shoulders, he stole the thrusting motions from Toby and pummeled into the ass with no remorse. Pound after pound, his cock was going deep into the gut of his twinky stepson, almost like it was finding the perfect spot to unload its baby batter. The sound of slapping intensified, what once was heard like a single man clapping from the opposite side of the sofa now sounded like a small group of guys cheering them on. 

‘I’m close.’ Curtis whispered into Toby’s ear.

‘Do it, dad. Cum in me.’ Toby whispered back.

‘Oh, fuck!’ he yelled out. 

Being called “dad” did something to Curtis. It felt naughty, taboo, and it only strengthened his erection as if it was a steel beam. With the utterance of the title, the step-daddy stopped holding back his incoming waves of cum and decided to let Toby have it. 

With one, balls-deep-thrust, the hairy daddy unloaded inside the now not-so-tight asshole. His hot seed soaked into the pink flesh of his boy's man pussy. It was relentless, the amount of shot’s that came firing out of his cock was truly a load for the ages. It felt non-stop, his balls were just constantly churning out wads of cum that would then fire from his throbbing daddy dick. Rope after rope of thick, creamy baby batter found a new home deep in Toby’s bubble-butt. 

The twink whimpered loudly, he felt his daddy shake as a result of the intense release and he could almost feel the warmth from the seed absorb into him. Curtis pumped out a few short, weakened thrusts, just enough to ensure his balls had completely emptied. He was growling like a caveman throughout and held onto Toby for dear life, not letting the twink so much as twitch. 

But once he felt like he’d finished, he relaxed his tight grip across Toby’s back, yet the twink did not move. His stepson just lay there, as still as a grand mountain in the Scottish Highlands while regaining his breath. 

‘That was… fuck.’ groaned daddy. 

‘I know, dad.’ 

Curtis shuffled his head into the crevice between the armrest and the back of the sofa so that he could look towards Toby, and as Toby was currently playing with his daddy’s chest hair, all he could stare at was the ruffled up hair atop his boy's head. 

‘What made you want to call me “dad”?’ he asked with his low voice that always sent Toby’s hole into a quivering overdrive. 

‘I, um, I don’t know.’ 

Curtis’ cock was still hard, the out-of-this-world orgasm he endured and delivered deep into his nineteen-year-old stepson's ass tunnel, did little to make his impressive rod flaccid. As it remained inside Toby, the twink lazily moved his ass around, enjoying the full feeling for as long as he could. 

‘Tell me.’ he almost pleaded, ‘I liked it, in case you’re thinking I didn’t.’

‘It turns me on so much.’ he admitted. 

‘Yeah?’ he enquired as he reached for Toby’s cheeks with both hands before rubbing them softly with his rough and thick daddy fingers. 

‘You are the only “dad” I’ve ever known and I guess I should be more open to calling you that sometimes when I’m as horny as ever.’ he chuckled, enjoying the touch from his stepdad. 

‘You can call me that whenever you want, boy. I’m your dad, your daddy, your stepdad, your step-daddy. It all makes my cock stand to attention.’

‘I noticed the extra spurts of cum when I called you “dad”.’

‘Yeah, it really hit me. After that, I just wanted to get your hole soaked with my baby batter. Get you… get you knocked up, boy.’

‘I want to be knocked up by you, daddy.’

‘You are. Daddy got you good and pregnant.’

Toby raised his head off his stepfather's furry chest but left his fingers to continue twirling amongst the coarse hair. He leaned forward with a smile on his face and kissed the man who bred him, intimately. As their tongues intertwined once more, Curtis squeezed both of Toby’s firm cheeks which ushered a slight moan to escape from the twinks mouth. The daddy delicately moved his fingers down Toby’s bubble-butt, tickling it along the way. His fingers continued their journey downwards, following the crack of Toby’s ass until he reached his cock. 

‘I don’t want it to come out.’ moaned Toby as he pushed back with his ass hard, making the removal of the cock somewhat difficult. 

‘Don’t worry, boy. Your big butt drained my balls. You got every last drop of daddy’s seed. And hey, give me a few hours and I’ll have you bent over the sofa, screaming like the whore you are with my thick cock drilling into you again.’

Toby smiled from ear to ear at the whole statement, finding it troublesome to determine which part he liked the most. 

‘Ok, daddy.’ 

‘I didn’t even notice.’ he said as he scooped up cum from his chest, ‘You came?’

‘Yeah.’ beamed Toby, ‘Hands-free, daddy. Thanks to you.’

Fuck, boy. Now that’s hot.’

Toby sat forward slightly, his ass lifting as he did so and Curtis managed to pull out his cock. Enjoying the slick, wet and used hole, the meaty member came out easier and faster than when it went in even though the daddy was still solid. Toby was no fool, however, and he tightened his hole with all his might as his daddy exited in a bid to keep as much of the warm fluid in his hole as he could. 

‘Didn’t spill a drop.’ noticed Curtis. 

‘Ha! You knew what I was doing?’ 

‘Is the Pope Catholic?’ 

Toby smiled as a response before hurrying to spin round upon his daddy and allowing his ass to rest above the sexy, fuzzy stomach. 

‘Go on then. Show daddy your leaking hole.’ he said as he put his hands under his head, showing off his furry underarms in the process. 

The twink giggled, brought his hands to either side of his cheeks and began to pull them apart slowly. It was agony for Curtis, waiting to witness his fresh seed drip from his boy’s hole was as exciting as when the luxuriously red, velvet curtains open at a posh theatre, heralding the commencement of a grand performance. 

But his patience paid off. As Toby’s bubble-butt hovered over his stomach, Curtis’ eyes grew wide as his boy’s used hole winked at him. Slowly but surely the creamy liquid that he was so desperate to see made its appearance. Moaning wildly as he held his mammoth cheeks open, Toby was only aware of cum leaking out of him when his daddy cheered him on.

‘Oh, yeah. Boy, you got daddy’s cum dripping out your pussy.’

‘Yeah? You like it?’

‘I love it!’ he confirmed as he slapped the cum-leaking ass in front, ‘Looks good.’

Then Toby could feel it slide down to his swinging balls, it felt nice. The whole experience did. Like it was always supposed to happen. He kept on winking his hole, knowing fine well his step-daddy would appreciate it. 

‘I think that’s all that will fall out.’ he informed Toby as he swirled a single-digit amongst the splodges of cum that lay on his stomach, ‘The rest is just smeared over your hole and covering your balls.’ Curtis paused for a second, loving the view before him, ‘C’mere, come lay on me.’ 

Toby turned his head, still with parted ass cheeks, and smiled at the welcoming open arms of his stepfather. The younger man spun around once more and lay on the hairy chest which he adored, not caring about smearing the spilt cum between their bodies. 

‘That was hot… son.’ said Curtis, thinking that if Toby wanted to call him “dad” with an erotic spin on it, then maybe the twink would like to be called “son” in the same context. 

Toby exhaled deeply at the calling and snuggled in like a puppy seeking warmth and attention from its owner. 

‘Do you wanna know what happened after you rimmed me and I came while playing video games with Eric?’ asked Toby.

‘Yeah!’ he exclaimed. 

‘Well, he heard everything.’ began Toby, still in utter bliss after their first fuck, ‘But, he didn’t guess it was you.’

‘So what did he think?’

‘He thought I was a whore that got some guy round to fuck my brains out.’ 

Curtis sniggered loudly and gripped his boy tighter. 

‘That’s hilarious. And poor baby was only getting rimmed and fingered.’ 

‘I know. I’m the poorest of all.’ 

‘What else did he say?’ asked Curtis as he looked to the white ceiling above him. 

‘He said that you sounded like a rough fucker… ’

‘A rough fucker?’ interrupted Curtis. 

‘Yeah. Oh, not like the “just got out of jail type” rough fucker. Rough fucker as in you fucked me rough.’ he clarified with a giggle.

‘I’m just winding you up.’ 

‘Good to know.’ grumbled Toby jokingly, ‘He heard spanks but I don’t remember if you spanked me or not. Did you?’

‘I don’t remember. I probably did.’

‘Well, he just thought it sounded hot. Oh, and he came to the sound of us “fucking”.’ said Toby while raising his fingers to make the inverted commas sign.

‘Hmm.’ the daddy smirked at the idea of his stepson’s friend jacking off because of stuff they were doing, ‘That’s pretty hot.’ 

‘Eric isn’t your type, daddy.’

‘Oh, my, my. Are you feeling jealous, Toby? Huh?’ 

‘No.’

‘I think you are.’ he sang teasingly while beginning to tickle Toby.

‘No, daddy, stop!’ he howled.

‘C’mon. Admit it. ‘

‘No, I’m not jealous! I’m just, ah, saying he’s not your type.’

‘I never said he was.’ 

‘Ah, fuck. Stop it.’ 

‘Not until you say it.’ he chuckled. 

‘Fine. I would be jealous if you fancied Eric.’ 

The tickling ceased and Curtis’ hands resumed rubbing Toby’s smooth back, much to the young man's relief. 

‘I think I can safely say that you are the only twink for me.’ he reassured. 

‘Yeah? But, do you think our experiences might make you want to explore with other guys? Do things that are way different from anything I would do.’

‘What… like piss play?’ he asked with a smirk on his rugged face, again winding the twink up. 

‘Maybe. I mean, if you want to do piss play with me, you can. You can piss on me, daddy.’ the twink said quickly.

‘Relax, son. I’m not into piss play.’

‘Oh.’ he paused, ‘Well, have you ever had experiences with guys before me?’

‘Once or twice.’ 

‘At uni?’ asked Toby, he stopped playing with the hair upon his daddy’s chest, he was eagerly awaiting the answer. 

‘Yeah. How’d you guess?’

‘I think most guys experiment at university.’

‘I guess you’re right, and I just happened to be one of those guys.’ 

‘What was his name?’ 

Curtis stuttered before closing his mouth altogether, if he was really about to divulge this information, he wanted to ensure he spoke of it correctly and in the right way. With his hands trailing along Toby’s back, tickling him in a much more tolerable way, he allowed the words to exit his mouth. 

‘His name was Rob.’ he cleared his throat, ‘We were best mates before uni but our bond strengthened throughout as well. One night, we got drunk… crazy drunk, and we ended up fooling around.’ 

‘What did you do?’ asked Toby with a small smirk, a smirk unseen from Curtis as the twink was nuzzling into the broad, hairy chest. 

‘We had been busy studying for literally two weeks prior, and we still had a lot more studying to do as exams were coming up. So, because of that, we hadn’t had much time for fun.’

‘Blowjob fun? Pussy fun? That kinda fun?’ 

‘Is there any other kind?’ he laughed briefly, ‘Neither of us had enjoyed a blowjob in that time and all of a sudden, Rob offered me one.’

‘What?’ gasped Toby. 

He tried to raise his head to stare at his beefy step-daddy, but Curtis held his head down with his thick, furry arm and sniggered as he did so. 

‘It didn’t take much persuasion on my part. I was horny as hell, and I guess I maybe had gay thoughts swirling round before that.’

He cleared his throat once more and shuffled his body into a more comfortable position, but still with his boy laying on his furry chest. Toby remained still, he couldn’t believe that he wasn’t the one to introduce the rugged and butch man into the realm of homo pleasure — even though he suspected there must’ve been some sort of experience prior in his life.

‘Rob got on his knees and before I could even react, my hard cock was pulled from my jeans and stuffed into his mouth.’

‘No way!’

‘Yeah.’ he scoffed through a shallow exhale. 

‘Was it good? Did you cum in his mouth?’ asked Toby, a twink who could barely contain his excitement and desire to know the answers.

‘Yes… and yes.’ 

‘Daddy! Oh, my god! I can’t believe you came in another guy's mouth!’

‘Don’t be so surprised. As you said, guys at your college have fooled around with you. It's just more commonplace than I think anyone cares to admit. Plus, I was hella horny.’

‘What happened after?’

‘Well, he swallowed my load and I went to bed.’

‘Typical straight guy.’ he joked. 

‘Did you not hear the part about me already having gay thoughts?’ said Curtis as he playfully slapped the top of Toby’s head. 

‘Yeah, I did. Did you not want to suck him off?’

‘Nah, I felt weird after that, I don’t know why. He didn’t. He seemed ready to strip and have some more fun, but I just wanted to go get my head together.’

‘Is that when you guys fell out?’

‘No, we fell out a good while after that. We sat our exams, passed them all and had another night out. We got back to our dorm, wasted, and like a couple weeks before, Rob asked if he could give me another blowjob.’

‘And you said no?’

‘It was more than that.’ he sighed deeply at the thought of telling his stepson, ‘He wouldn’t drop it. I told him I wasn’t interested in another blowjob and that it was just a one-time thing. In truth, I was scared. Scared to go down a road that I thought I would struggle on. Rob kept touching me, rubbing his hands along my thighs but I didn’t want it. I was over it. I couldn’t be… gay.’ he admitted with an exasperated breath. 

‘Why?’ inquired Toby. 

‘My parents.’ he grumbled, ‘They were the most homophobic people you could ever meet. I decided to not allow myself to experiment further, lest my true feelings come out and risk my place in the family.’ 

‘Aw, daddy.’ 

Toby tightened his arm around his daddy’s waist, he wanted to comfort Curtis, just as Curtis would comfort him in any situation it was needed. 

‘I punched him. Hard.’ he admitted, a blank expression covered his face.

‘Rob? You punched Rob?’ asked a shocked Toby. 

‘He wouldn’t stop. I punched him in the jaw as hard as I could. I wasn’t thinking clearly and I didn’t mean to. I just… I was just worried about everything. I didn’t know if I was gay, all I knew was, if I was gay, or if my parents found out I even looked at another man in that way, I’d be disowned.’

‘I understand, daddy.’

‘We didn’t speak after that. Our time at uni was drawing to a close anyway and once it did, we didn’t see each again either. But, I messaged him last week.’

‘No way. Really?’ said Toby, pushing past the blockade that was his step-daddy’s arm and resting his own across the fuzzy stomach as he looked towards Curtis. 

‘Yeah.’ he answered with a short laugh and smile. 

‘What did you say?’ the twink asked softly.

‘That I was sorry for what had gone down and that I would like to talk to him and clear it up. And… maybe talk about the situation between us.’ 

‘Between us?’ 

‘Yeah. Would you be ok with that?’

‘Yeah, totally.’ he stuttered. 

‘Cos if you weren’t happy, then I wouldn’t.’

‘No, you should. It’s fine.’ he paused, ‘Has he responded?’

‘I read his reply just before you came through and we fucked.’

Toby laughed fondly. His mind drifted back for a second to the full feeling of his stepdad’s cock pummeling his prostate before blowing a load deep inside. 

‘Tell me.’

‘Later, boy. Right now, I’m thinking of having some sausages. Fancy ‘em?’

‘Sure thing.’

Toby sat up fully and slipped off the sofa with finesse, Curtis trailed behind and he too slowly sat up before stretching his arms above his head and drawing a deep breath. He stood in front of his naked stepson and with an arm reaching around his back, the daddy pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. 

Toby sighed in a longing way as if he had gone years without a kiss. The truth was, for Toby at least, that every kiss was as good as the first. Their tongues mixed together, swirling together like two aquatic animals amid a mating ritual. Curtis broke it off not long after and he stared deep into Toby’s bright blue eyes with delight. He smiled warmly at the slender yet defined twink and ushed for him to proceed to the kitchen. 

When Toby turned from his step-daddy to do just that, his bubble-butt received a hard smack, one that elicited a loud squeal from Toby and a sexy smirk from Curtis.