Sleazy Stepdad Thirsty Son

London 2022

The rain drums against the roof of the hearse as it slows to a halt outside of the church. The mourners are thinly distributed, the floral tributes sparse: A couple of cheap bouquets and one that reads: 

DAD

Jayden squeezes my shoulder gently to signal that the undertakers are ready for us to carry the coffin into the church.“You ready Bro?”

A Month Earlier

I walk into Jayden’s hospital room, scanning for my phone without wanting to be dismissive of him. I immediately catch the eye of a nurse, who hands it to me.

“ Looking for this?”

“Thanks, I was starting to think I’d lost it”

“I caught your brother using it when he should be RESTING!” She shoots Jayden a filthy look and saunters out into the hall”

“Are you winding them up ?”

“I’m sooo fucking bored, Ben” 

"Dad’ll be here in a minute. He’s just getting us drinks“

"Rivetting” He smiles sarcastically “A tenner says he opens with how expensive the coffees are” I could help but smirk, knowing he was right. His smile fades a little.  He looks into my eyes:

“I know about you and him, Ben. I’ve known for ages. Before you knew you were related”

I literally freeze. His tone is soft, thoughtful:

“It freaked me out a bit at first cause he raised us, dude. Taught us how to ride our fucking bikes, play football, be...men. But he went from being this angry shell of a man to being happy and chill, interested in me and invested in life again. I think it’s because of you”

I was thawing slightly. My brain trying to adjust to a reality where Jayden knows about us. Doesn’t hate us.

“Mum was shagging anything with a pulse, I kept finding addresses of random blokes in her sat nav. He knew and just put up with it for us. I’m glad he’s got someone that values him, man. I can’t imagine how horrible its been for you both but we're still a family, Fuck everybody else. No one needs to know anyway" 

I love this loser.

Dad comes in with tea and coffee and moans about the extortionate prices in the hospital coffee bar. We laugh, jab at each other for a bit before I tell Dad. He was incredibly uneasy at first, like myself, but Jayden convinced him that he understood and, actively wanted us to stay a couple. He got the fucked- up circumstances of it all. He had started to wonder from the very first time:

 “Dad was wearing skin tight pants, mums dressing gown and I’d seen your car outside when I got off the bus from college. It don't take Miss Marple, Ben” He laughs.

That night when we get out of the shower and into bed it feels different. Almost like we were formal. Official. No more lying or sneaking around. Id become addicted to the sleaze and taboo but the good stuff was found when we made love: 

“Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhh”

His entire length is inside me, thoughtful and measured thrusts searching for a place in me that we shared now. His body is milky with moonlight, my fingers teasing his nipples. Soft squeezing instead of hard playful tweaks. I’m on top, riding him slow. Its hard not to power down on it, bounce violently on its slick rigidity. My hands have always used the tangled, silvery tangle of his chest as balance. Tonight is different. His rhythm meets mine and my hands are behind my head as I grind onto him, meeting each deliberate, slow -ass thrust with a gentle rotation of my hips as I slide down, and again as I rise. His hands leave my sides, and run over my body, over my chest, toying with my nipples so delicately it frustrated the animalistic part of me. His hands remind me of our pace as they settle back onto my hips:

“Mmmmmmmmm Baby. Keep it slow for Daddy” Purred like a satisfied lion.

“Awwwwmmmmmmmm ah ah ahmmm, Dad”

The only way I could explain it was like being on autopilot. I didn’t have to think about fucking him, my body just met his over and over. The pleasure was lip-bitingly intoxicating. I lean back, raising my pelvis slightly letting him a little deeper.

“Aaaww son. Yes baby. Yes. Benji. Yeeesss. Aw aw aw. Ben” He’s letting me build pace now, starts fucking me harder, thrusting with raw efficiency that just devastated me, pounding into the places that he had been gently exploring, teasing until now. I lean my torso back a little further and let my cock bounce wildly in the air over his body, I find his eyes beyond it, lost in me, consumed with me.

“Daddy!!!” I say it deep, loud. I don’t care who hears anymore. In this moment there is only this movement, this pleasure, this unrefined ecstasy. I swivel into him in deep gyrations using my hips. Like I’m using a fucking hula hoop.

“Daddy!!!” Hands in his chest. Grabbing. Clutching small mounds of cool, hairy flesh with abandon, erect nipples pressing on my palms, caught between my fingers.

“Ben I...I...Ben..Im gonna...”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH DAD!”

“MMMMMMMMM”  The burst of him inside me, the sheer pleasure that we had built all just erupted into this white- hot, sensual peak. This state of pure sexual bliss. I gyrate slowly on him a final time meeting his twitching boner as it hard-pumps sticky warmth into me.  I shoot as my cock bobs above his body. My dick pulsates several loads that splatter his face and chest. I didn’t even need to touch it. I Lower my upper body onto him, keeping him inside. Thick strands of cum tangle into our deep kisses as he flops from inside me, his wet dick slapping his thighs as it falls. Mine is on his belly, slickly massaged by the rise and fall of his breaths.

“Fuck Ben. I love you, baby”

“I love you too, Dad”  We kiss forever, then I pull the covers from the floor and snuggle into his chest.

We spend the next couple of months learning a new normal. Free of the hospital Jayden went crazy throwing himself into his social life and was hardly at home. It wasn’t always easy: it felt strange kissing Dad and Jayden walking in. But he genuinely couldn’t care less, it simply wasn’t an issue anymore. As time progressed it felt natural, organic to be affectionate with Dad whilst being respectful of my brother. I started to feel relaxed enough to cuddle on the sofa with a film on whilst Jayden chatters through the whole thing from his armchair. 

We start to look at properties in Cornwall: We had spent so many nights after sex folded into each other, just imagining the future: Drinking good whisky, plotting out interiors and landscaping imagined gardens, my fingers swirling through the hair on his chest. We grew as this cool, weird sort of family. When the place in Charlestown came up, Jayden grumbled about leaving London and his friends but gradually came round to the idea. I think he knew that we all needed to start fresh. The farmhouse had land and a sweeping view of the bay, but was a dilapidated shell, abandoned for years and neglected. The plan was we renovate it ourselves as a family. The months turn to years with a speed that only comes with true contentment. The house grows into a home, its rustic ruin morphs into a modern homestead. Jayden meets a local girl, Sophia and spends a year backpacking through Europe with her, leaving me and Dad alone to work on the house and lose ourselves in each other.

London 2022 

We take our places and wait for the sixth pallbearer. I turn to at look at Jayden:

“Where’s Dad?”

“I’m here” He says, taking his place in front of me. Its inappropriate to an unhealthy degree how good he looks in a tailored suit and tie. As we begin to uniformly walk forward under the weight of the coffin, I hear Dad whisper: 

“Now let’s Bury the bastard”

I wouldn’t have come if Joe hadn’t asked personally. We’d been raised together and he had always had my back. His Dad was cruel and bullying to him for most of his life, it was a testament to him that he had organised today, especially as he hadn’t seen his father in years. He had been found unresponsive in a brothel: Cause of death was a drug induced heart attack. It was no wonder Joe had wanted to distance himself and his children from his Dad, Dan.

The service was short. Mostly lies, half-truths. I knew from experience that Uncle Dan was no saint. My Aunt had to be put into a taxi immediately after the service, a potent mixture of tranquillisers, scotch and grief leaving her unable to stand. Joe thanked us for coming and we gave him condolences he didn’t need, before we headed to the car. I felt sorry for Jayden, he’d never liked Dan and had only got back from Sweden the night before, Sophia back in Cornwall with her family. He was immediately sulky at the hotel. Dad liked to splurge on a room. We had a suite and Jayden a modest room: 

“It’s a fucking broom cupboard, Dad”

 We spend the evening getting absolutely hammered in the hotel bar. Dad and Jayden sparring, my brother telling us about his adventures in Europe. It strikes me how handsome they both look in a suit. The time evaporated until last orders had gone and we bundle into the elevator.“Don’t touch the mini bar Jayden” Dad shouts after him as he stumbles onto his floor. We both know it would be the first thing he did. 

We don’t even kiss. It’s been forever since I drunk so much, but it had been a amazing night; a toast to the three of us more than Dan's memory. We fall into bed, naked, clothes strewn and he spoons his hairy, warm body into my back. I’m asleep in seconds.

I wake to a click. The sound of footsteps pad against the carpet. I open hungover eyes to see Jayden standing at the foot of the bed. I switch the lamp on. He’s wearing a hotel robe. White and crisp against his tanned skin. Dad wakes rubbing his eyes: 

“Jayden, what the fuck, Son? Its five in the morning”

It hadn’t hit Dad yet. I knew why my Brother was here.

He undoes the knot in the cord of his gown. My first thought is how much his dick is like my Dads when it’s hard. It was thick, heavily veined and fucking massive. He was completely smooth everywhere, a slight dusting of stubble around his cock, but otherwise hairless. His athletic body, slim and taut. He smooths back his mussed up hair and lets the gown fall to the floor.

“I want to play”

“Jayden no” Dad whispers it, but whispers it firmly.

I can’t help but feel the same feeling I experienced the first time I succumbed to Dad after learning that he was my Father. A fear of doing something immoral and sleazy to achieve a taboo pleasure; a pleasure made all the richer, all the deeper knowing the sins you must commit to get it. Jayden’s body was fucking flawless. Beautiful. My cock begins to twitch at the thought of him. I was tired, buzzed from alcohol and wasn’t expecting this. My haze made it harder to stop myself, made it feel like a dream ungoverned by the laws of reality. 

“Jayden. Son. Get dressed!” I find Dads thigh under the duvet and Stoke it gently, tempting him to explore the possibility, at least. I slide it to his length slowly and find it hot and steel-hard. He wants it too. He’s just not ready to admit it yet. 

Jayden crawls onto the bed like a cat. I’ve got my Dads rod literally throbbing in my grip. I can’t take my eyes off of my brother. I’d been Jayden once. Dancing the line between the taboo and the acceptable. Between pleasure and family.

“Jayden please” He’s pleading now. He brushes my hand from his erection. Unfazed I lean in to Jayden and grab the back of his head. We start to kiss sloppily, our tongues wiggling and curling around the other. I can’t fucking stop myself. His breath is sweet, his kisses young and eager.

“Boys..."“ His voice says no yet his eyes are fixated on our heavy kissing. My brother pulls me up from the matress. One hand pulls the back of my head closer to his. The other is on my ass as we rise to our knees. Mine are cupping his cheeks in each hand squeezing, into his smooth skin, grabbing, clutching. His ass is perfection. Smooth, hairless and bouncy. Taut and pert in my clammy grip.

“Boys....”

I thought, randomly, of the times as kids where’d we’d both want something: A console, a dog, a holiday, a party. We’d do a hard-sell. Working in unison, not leaving him alone, not giving him a moments peace, until he eventually caved and come around to our way of thinking. This was that. We both knew he was tempted. He just needed the hard-sell:“ 

"Can I suck you?” He’s grinning. His eyes mischievous.

“Yeah”

“ Lads this isn’t right...”

I slid to the side of the bed as Jayden knelt on the carpet in front of me. He started to suck, looking up and locking eyes as he gulped it down. Fuck! I massage handfuls of his floppy hair as his lips move over my cock. My enjoyment is informed by the moans of pleasure He emits as he takes it. I’m throbbing in him as he slows to a stop

“Mmmmmm”

“Aw fuck Jayden.”

“Yeah?” He asks dirtily as I rim his full lips with my head. He opens his mouth wide and takes me again sucking harder, taking it further than before until he gags.

“You OK?” I whisper, hard-pressing it on him, smearing my pre- jizz over his smooth face.

“Mmmmm bro” His tongue starts to apply these long, coordinated licks to my helmet.

“Mmmm, Jayden, baby boy mmm” Finally I feel Dads cock on my back. Sticky and urgent. Hands slither onto my nipples from behind me as I feel his tongue gorging on my neck. His eyes are on Jayden as he starts to suck me again.

“Yessss Dad” I arch my neck into his mouth, giving him a better view of Jayden, looking up at us. Strands of thick, clear gloop dangling from his overloaded tongue.

“You like that, Jayden? You like Ben’s cock, son?” Dad was speaking in the sleazy growl that meant he was beyond horny, beyond dirty.

“Mmmmmm!” Jayden groans loudly in agreement, my cock deep in the back of his throat.Between Dads hands and Jayden's mouth I was building to climax. I had to stop:

“Jayden, Jayden let’s suck Dad”

I push my Dad back into the pillows with a playful push to his hairy chest and pull his legs apart to accommodate both of us. I see a faint glimmer of hesitation in his eyes, an unsureness of himself and his actions. It disappears a little when I pull back his wet foreskin. It goes completely as both of our tongues meet his sticky head:

“Fuck, boys. We should....This is so wro...mmmmmmmmmmm” 

We’re running our tongues up and down his shaft seductively, letting them meet and tangle over his helmet. Both of us are on our knees, bent into him, asses in the air. It’s twitching in pleasure as Jaden feeds it into his throat. He starts to suck him deep for a minute than let’s me do the same before we swap again. Before he grips the back of each of our heads, I notice Dads hands pulling the sheets from the mattress. Knuckles white.

“Aghhh yeah lads” His body is writhing.

“Mmmmm you like that dad” I suck-kiss his glistening helmet.

“You taste so good” Jayden murmurs, sharing yet more of Dads fluids with my tongue. I meet Jayden’s eyes for a second and something raw sparks in me. We lurch into this primal, angry kiss, with his huge boner between our mouths, focusing as much on our tongues finding each other as we are on Satisfying Dads rigid cock. He takes its firmness in his hand as he says:

“I want you to fuck me”

“Me or Dad?”

“Both of you, Benji” He starts to tongue me, wanking Dad furiously, next to our faces as he does so.

I leave him on working our Dad’s meat and slide behind him. Fuck! That ass! I take my hard on and slap it against his cheeks:

“Yeah bro” he yelps between wet slurps and Dads deep moans. I spread my knees slightly further, grasp one of his tight hips, spit-slick myself and guide myself, slowly, into my Brother.

“Mmmmmm mmmmm, Benji”

”Fuck, Jayden. You’re so tight. Mmmmmm”

I don’t want to hurt him, but I’m losing it. I feel so aroused, so violently horny. I start to pump into him as slowly as my urges allow. He reaches a hand back, and claws my ass tightly, reassuring me we want the same thing:

“Fuck me hard bro”

I start to pound. Both hands at this hips, whilst his mouth teases my Dad’s dick. Dad gets up and he helps position Jayden on all fours as I thrust harder into his tight hole. He starts to respond to my body by pushing back into me aggressively. Jayden really likes it rough and hard, It must run in the family.

“Aw aw aw aw aw Ben”

Dad is on his knees next to me on the bed. He wants to kiss. He starts to fondle my nipples roughly as our mouths lock. My hand leaves Jayden’s hip and grips Dad’s hairy balls in my palm as his boner convulses above, dripping onto my fingers. I’m machine-fucking Jayden. He’s moaning in the kind of ecstasy Dad gives me. He rises his upper torso from the bed, and Dad goes to support him from the front, as I start to resume with us upright. Dad and Jayden are kissing, my Brothers hands are on his chest, teasing his nipples as I bunny-fuck into him, his moans muffled by Dads mouth. My hands move from Jayden’s hips and reach beyond to rest on my Dads love handles, I pull tight as Dad reaches to Grab my butt. Were locking together, compressing Jayden in a sticky sweaty vice-grip, sandwiching his wet, wriggly athletic body between ours as I pound into his slippery hole. After a while we slow. Dad looks at me. I think he’s asking for permission. I give it with my eyes. I withdraw from a moaning Jayden and swap places with Dad. It stings slightly to see Dads pleasure, to see him whispering in to Jayden’s ear, groan in pleasure as my brother’s hole rises to meet his hard cock inside of him.

“Awww, Jayden, baby. You like....Ah...Daddy...Ah inside you”

“Fuuu...uuu..ckk mee Daddy”

“Kiss me Ben” Growled. Comanding. I oblige, sluttily kissing Dad, putting my micro-burst of jealousy aside, gripping his nipples in my fingers as his body slams into a noisily appreciative Jayden: 

“Yeah Fuck me Dad. Your cock feels sooooo goooood”

“I need to fuck you” He mutters into our kiss. It muted my jealousy immediately.In minutes I’m on top riding him, Jayden richly shoving his oozing cock into Dads mouth as we find our special rhythm, more intense than ever with my brothers sweat glistened body dipping his meat in and out of Dads mouth. His hungry eyes watching us in awe.

“Aw mmmmm Daddy fuck me” I lean in to, both, kiss him and lick my Brothers dick as it plummets into his gaping mouth.

“I’m gonna come Lads” Dad sighs in pleasure, warning us. 

I was desperate for one last fuck with Jayden but didn’t want to stop being fucked by Dad. I rise from his drooling cock and fall next Jayden, turning him onto his side. I turn and look at Dad:

 “Fuck me” 

I turn onto my side too. I’m Spooning myself into his rock-hard cock, whilst pulling Jayden’s nakedness into me. In minutes were a single organism, lost in a world of pleasure. We’re soundtracked only by our deep, masculine sighs and moans into each other. Dad's pumping into me with an uncaged aggression. My cock slams into Jayden’s gorgeous ass as I wank him under a splayed leg, bite his ear, run my hand over his rippled, hairless body as he shudders into me and I into my Dad. My hand is furious on Jayden’s cock as we start to climax: Dad into me, me into Jayden, with my Brothers stiff cock pulsating in my hard grip.

“Awwww Boys!”

“Do me Daddy!"

”Awwww mmmmm fuck me Ben!"Jayden howls in ecstasy, his body is epileptic, lost in convulsions of pure, dark pleasure. Dads load trickles from me as mine pumps from my brothers red raw ass.

Dad orders in room service and books another night at the hotel, rather than face the drive back home with no sleep. We sit drinking whiskey until midday, naked. Me resting on Dads chest, Jayden telling us more about his time in Europe. As evening approaches I start to loose myself in Dads chest, start licking his nipples as he stokes my hair.

“I’m gonna leave you two to it. I just wanted to try it once. You know me and Sofia are serious, I just wanted to be a part of what you two have”

I got it. He didn’t want to be left out. Wanted for us all to be equal. He gets up, comes and kisses us both on the lips and goes to shower , his pert buns bouncing as he goes. 

“You OK?” Dad asks. I can taste Jayden on his breath.

“Yeah” I mean it.

I look into his eyes and we make love whilst Jayden showers and returns to his own room.In the year since, we have never again come close to what happened. It wasn’t awkward or weird after, in fact it had kind of bonded us as men, as a unit. Jayden scored a place at Uni, soon after, but was home every weekend, usually with Sofia in tow. I’d started calling my Dad by his name around other people and Sofia was no exception. I was Ben’s Dad’s partner as far as anyone was concerned and we were a family.

Today I’m on the veranda of our home in summer, there’s not a single cloud on the horizon, the sky a cartoon blue. He’s kneeling in front of me, looking up at me holding it. He’d found the ring I had cruelly discarded years ago, saved it, customised it for today. It’s inlaid with diamonds now. 

“Yes!” I say into his dark brown eyes.

It’s sad that in the long ladder of years that makes a life how many steps we waste in shame, denial or just looking in the wrong places. All the times I thought something would complete me: My ex Husband, boyfriends, my job, my home; yet the man that brought that sense of completion had been beside me all along. 

The End

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