Sleazy Stepdad Thirsty Son

Cornwall 2018

“Mmmmm” I murmur as his hairy, bare body hugged into me from behind.  His dick, semi- hard and still wet from hours of sex, pressed against my bare cheeks, smoothly sliding over them as his hands run up and down my body.  I was standing in our hotel room, naked  looking out at the balcony and the stormy seas beyond as the waves bashed at the coastal beaches of the bay, all bathed in the glow of the soft light of morning.  I put my expresso down and turned into him, grabbing his ass gently and going straight in for a long ,wet kiss, cupping his sticky balls in my palm.

* * * *

The night before was, without exaggeration, one of the most euphoric, erotic and hands- down intense nights of my life. We had spent the journey to Cornwall from London in complete silence, he had picked me up in his transit van from a tube station a couple of miles from home so there was no chance we could be seen by anybody that may know us. A big hand would occasionally settle on my thigh as he drove, caressing gently.

The hotel was gorgeous; luxurious and refined with an art deco vibe. He checks in and we get in the elevator.

"I upgraded a bit cause I’ve got you with me” he says.

“You didn’t need to do that Dad” Whilst absolutely loving that he did do that.

“I wanted to Ben” he clasped my hand for a second.

When we arrived in his room I was bowled over by the view, the lush panorama of a bright green-blue sea. The entirety of the North side of the room was huge panes of glass, a chrome and stone balcony beyond looked out across the Atlantic.

“Fuck! Dad. Oh my God, this is amazing!” I sensed that rather than view these two days as sleazy and dirty, he wanted to show me that it was special, more than a taboo fuck in a dingy motel or random motorway travel lodge.

“You fancy some grub? There’s an amazing little Italian around the corner” He throws his holdall on the bed.

“OK, Dad can I get changed” I’m searching for a charge point for my phone.

“Yeah, boy I’m gonna stick a fresh shirt on too”

In the process of getting ready we had started to kiss. Little kisses and pecks here and there at first, I guess to greet each other, say hi; it had been two long-ass and desire filled days since he had fucked me as Mum showered and there wasn’t a single second I hadn’t longed for him. I had told Michael I was catching up with old Uni mates in Bristol, which he had accepted without question. The implausibility of me and Dad doing this made it so easy to lie; who would ever guess? Dad was, literally, the straightest bloke I had ever known, if I ignored what had happened this past week. I was known as a nice guy, a good guy....I hoped anyway. Loyal and decent Benji. What a joke.

We never ended up getting changed. I had been brushing my teeth on the bathroom mirror when he started to tear at my clothes, I turned and started to do the same. Angry and impatient. Soon we were in the upscale shower, naked, rigid, pulsating. I turned it on and we began to pour the hotel products into our palms, in turn rubbing the gel over each others bodies. 

We’re kissing aggressively, my tongue then licking, sucking and biting his pert, hardened nipples in their matted bed of slicked, silvery fur. I was momentarily reminded of my recurring wet dream as the lather multiplied. Eventually my mouth was on his cock as the hot water fell and steamed up the room. The shower gel he had been massaged into my smooth body had become a ridiculous froth, coating both of us as we played. I sucked him forever until he squatted in the humid mist, returning the favour. His mouth was inexperienced but so eager, so hungry for me that it felt like every nerve ending was firing off in complete ecstasy. He slowly stopped, kissed my abs and rose to my eye level. I took each of our cocks in one hand, gripping and pressing them onto one another as we devoured each others mouths, not deviating from the others eyes for a second. I began to fap us simultaneously, gripping our manhoods tightly together. The mixture of thick white soap, our pre- cum and the steaming hot water was too much for him. For both of us.

“You want to go to bed Daddy?” I muttered from somewhere inside me, breathlessly, needfully.

“Awww I need you now baby”

He spun me round and literally slammed me into cool porcelain tiles He teased my ass with his cock, slimy and dribbling, teasing my hole with its slippery head then slapping it hard on my cheeks as I groan in pleasure, then repeating until I’m aching for him to be inside me. This continued for a couple of minutes before he began to fuck me, hard and methodically against the tiles. His right hand slid over my slick body and started to wank me, not to the rhythm of his pounding like before, but slow and hard, my rock-hard cock twitching in his tight, soapy grip.

As he was about to cum, he withdrew and motioned for me to get on my knees. I did so as he places it into my mouth, allowing my hands to fall to my own, I begin to violently wank as I gently toy with his dick in my mouth, tongue sliding over his creamy, slick juices, sucking and licking. We start to look intently at each other and I completely loose myself in the deep dark-brown of his eyes above me. It took a second or two for me to moan, loudly as I came, as I did he shoots this warm, enormous load into my mouth that overspills and pumps over my face as he slides it around in my mouth. 

“Oh Ben, baaaby . Oh Son. Fuck Yeah boy”

“Mmmmmwah fuck Dad mmm” his cum drooling from my mouth, dangling from my chin, I then lap up the excess from his huge length, sleazily, still maintaining eye contact.

We towled off and slumped onto the springiness of the four poster. He positioned himself on top of me, smirking into my eyes. He smelled so good.

“Dad what are we doing?” It came from nowhere. I’d been trying to avoid reality but it kept creeping back into my clouded mind.

“What? You didn’t enjoy that?”

“You know I’m fucking loving it, Dad. But you’re my Dad, there’s Mum, Michael...Shit Dad, Jayden would be shattered by this, he loves us both sooo much”

“You want to stop this?” He asked before rolling off of me, clearly hurt. 

“No, Fuck Dad I don’t know what this is but I fucking never, ever want to stop. It feels....amazing. right? But, Dad you raised me from when I was three...you’re my Father for fucks sake. I’m pretty sure our lives would be over if anybody ever found out”

We then had the most extraordinary conversation: He told me that several years ago he had discovered that Mum had been having an affair with, at least, two men at her office and it had genuinely affected his confidence. They had agreed to stick it out for my younger brother Jayden....and for me to a degree. I thought back to his angry moods and long silences, his anger and aggression as a father over the years and started to perceive it differently. In a week I had twisted from thinking that Mum was his victim to seeing that this big, strong alpha-male was, in fact, hers. He told me that my Grandparents had raised him to treat women well, with respect, to value the sanctity of marriage. He added his mates had encouraged him to fuck someone else in revenge, that there were plenty of women who clearly found him attractive, but he didn’t view that as something that would make him feel any better. Over time he had fallen out of love with her. 

“I fucked birds behind your Mums back when we were dating, the moment we were married, had Jayden.....and...you, I grew up, Ben. I wanted to provide for my wife and my boys, have a good decent life. I know I’ve been hard on you and your brother, angry, fucking distant and horrible at times” 

He went on to explain what sounded like depression; he was always down, listless, hurt and sooo angry at himself for letting my Mum do that to him

“Dad, Jesus! I had no idea” 

I knew how hard it must have been to articulate this to me, his fucking son! He had clearly kept this hidden for years. I started swirling my fingers through the tangle of hair on his chest and snuggled in to him. I secretly loved that he was letting me see him so vulnerable and exposed. He told me after Michael and I met and I was still living at home , he had seen us making love in my room:

“I was getting a water from the kitchen in the middle of the night, your bedroom door was ajar and I saw you on top of him. Fuck Ben your body was writhing around in the moonlight and I something changed in me, mate. I banged one out as I watched you. I started to want you in this sick way, wanted to fuck you, kiss you and got so fucking angry and bitter that you’d never feel the same."

My heart broke for him a little.

 I’ve been such a cunt to you Ben, I’m so sorry and I still love you as my son, my boy but now its something else I......”

“Sssshhhh” I said leaning in for a kiss “Its OK Dad, It’s OK”

It turns out that he knew my Mum had started seeing someone else and ended it in the last couple of months, he said he didn’t care, that he was content with masturbating over the thought of me and looking at gay videos on pornhub that reminded him of us, older- younger stuff. He shared that it had made him feel disgusted in himself, he’d always looked down at gay people and now he was fantasising to gay porn about his own son. He explained that on the day this started, in the midst of our angry argument it had simply just bubbled over into real life. He hadn’t been intimate with Mum or anybody else in nearly two years. He said he wasn't gay or bi, rather it was just me he wanted.

“I never thought you’d want me back. Apart from me being your old man; Michael looks like a fucking underwear model for fucks sake” A smile. It made me feel so good to see.

“I want you Dad. Michael doesn’t make me feel anything near what we’ve....we've found. Nobody has ever...ever made me feel like you do” I say it looking into his eyes, promising utter honesty in my gaze.

He places his hands on my cheek and we kiss, softly. It was strange to be gentle, slow with him, we had always been so raw and animal-like sexually until now.

“Make love to me Dad”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm yes. I want you inside me”

“Yessssss baby” Growled softly like a grizzly bear. He had called me ‘ baby’ earlier (in the shower) and I don’t know why but I LOVED it.He turned over on the bed and clambered on top again, reaching a hairy arm underneath him to position his cock over my ass.

“Wait, wait” he whispered urgently and purposefully slid both of our wedding rings off and threw them onto the carpet before returning his hand to position himself.

That evening he made me feel things I’d never felt. Ever. We were lost. Cast adrift in this sea of pleasure as the literal seas swirled in a brooding storm all around of us. Our previous short sessions had educated both of us on what we liked, what got us off. This time wasn’t just fucking, it wasn’t the sleazy, filthy, dirty secret sex I had become addicted to: It was better. Loaded with intensity and concealed meaning.

He moved with slow purpose, he came in me at one stage and didn’t lose his any of his hardness, just dipping it in and out of the sticky, wet mess until he was ready to go again. We moaned and sighed into each other as he built this pattern of deep, hard thrusts and then gentle gyrating accompanied by us tounging and kissing. I rode him, let him grind into me against the headboard, he even did me doggy on the floor before returning to the bed, him gently spread eagle-ing me and taking me from on top. It was all loaded with this sensual eroticism that felt... like infatuated lovers brimming with desire combined with the taboo Daddy and son sleaze I had come to love so passionately. It lasted hours, the greying skies around us becoming black and filled with stars.

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The memory of it jolted me to my senses. We’d woken in a dreamy tangle this morning my head resting on his broad chest. He’d then fucked me, both, in bed immediately after waking, then two hours later on the hard floor of the bathroom. 

“I got to go and do some work, Ben. Not that I want to” He nuzzles my neck.

I got this weird pang in my gut, I don’t want him to leave our sanctuary, this bubble of just us. But he needed to go and would only be a few hours.

“OK, Dad, I’m gonna go for a run” I’m squeezing his love handles, the flesh thicc and pliable under my fingers.“

"I can barley move after last night and today!” He laughs, teasing my nips “you got more stamina than me boy”

“You got more stamina than you realise, Daddy” I whisper, tongue-kissing him.

“Mmmm let’s try and get some dinner tonight though, Ben” he smiled. “I’m fucking starvin’ Marvin”

“I’m hungry too Daddy” I began to cup his balls again.

“Ben, baby I gotta go get dressed...its work I cant be ....”

“Just a quickie” I look at him pleadingly and tumble to my knees. 

Our conversation last night had given him a new aspect, this side to him than was unseen until now. It made my lust deeper than I thought possible. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I wanted to show him how fucking attractive I found him. How wanted he was. 

“OK quick boy for fucks sake” he laughs, surrendering to me, pushing my head down to meet his hardening cock. 

I begin to suck and remind myself that we have a whole other night together to look forward to. No interruptions or concerns about anyone hearing us, catching us. With the distance from our family, from Michael it felt like it was just us. Only us. 

“Come ere you”

He grabs an XL bottle of lube from a pouch in his bag and leads me by my stiff dick onto the balcony. 

He sits on this wrought iron chair and begins to pour the lube onto his dick, massaging it in whilst staring at me intently, silently. He’s easing it into his big nuts, over his bushy mass of misted, silver public hair, before smearing it over his hairy chest, fondling his own nipples as he did.

“Sit you on your daddy’s lap son”

I didn’t need to be asked again. 

I turned and bent my butt into him, spreading my legs and bending my knees. He leaned in and ate my hole like he was famished, starving for it as I balanced my palms on the cool glass of the door. He audibly enjoyed it too slurping and growling. His tongue was heavenly, he was masterful with it, but it was the feel of his stubble that sent me crazy, made me back up harder onto his mouth. I knew he had to get to work, and we could play longer tonight so I perched and lowered myself onto his hardness as the wind from the bay battered us, throwing my hair around wildly.

“Mmmmm mmmM mmMM mMMMM MMMMMMM!!” 

He slides into me. As I rest my weight onto him, his hands slither to my nipples, playing with them as I begin to bounce furiously, masturbating quickly, legs splayed, until he comes in me and I shoot onto the glass of the door.

“Ahhhhhhhh baby”

“Daaadddddyyyy fuck” 

I let him begin to soften inside me in his juices as he grasps my chin from behind and pulls me in to kiss. I’d just fallen in love with his tongue. NOBODY had EVER kissed me or eaten me as intently, as hungrily as he did. We stayed like that for ten minutes, panting, letting the wind wash over our slumped bodies as he held me. As his hands caressed me softly, mine pulled his closer into my skin and run up and down his big, hairy muscular forearms.

“Dad, go. Go now or I’m never going to let you leave” I Chuckle into his mouth.

“They’ll find our skeletons here like in Temple of Doom” he whispers, smiling as I rise from his lap. It was one of the first films he ever took me to see at the cinema.

“And a billion empty tubes of KY jelly amongst our bones” I giggle as he slaps my ass, before getting up himself.

Whilst he showered I cleaned up and looked for a cigarette in his bag, I found a brand new carton he must’ve bought especially for us. As I was about to zip it back up I noticed a large powder blue box with a pink ribbon. The card on top said simply: Ben xx 

I decided to pretend I hadn’t seen it, ignoring the burning need to find out what my Dad had got me. I grabbed my phone and returned to the, now windswept, balcony. With nobody to view my nakedness I felt oddly liberated and free. The cigarette tasted like heaven itself. I’d smoked for a couple of years in my teens, socially more than anything. I hadn’t touched them since but smoking one in Dad’s arms, with our post-sex whiskies, had reignited our love affair. 

A boom of thunder clapped as I begin scrolling through my phone. I replied to a couple of texts from Michael: I say I miss him and that I am having a great time. I probably would’ve felt guiltier if I hadn’t noticed my Dad pulling his fine ass into his boxer shorts through the glass, all thicc and hairy. 

As I scrolled down through my messages I noticed one from last night. It was from an anonymous number. My heart froze when I saw the message itself:

SLEAZY STEPDAD THIRSTY SON

WTAF??

Dad entered the balcony, kissed me on the lips and tweaked my nipple

“Be good. Won’t be long” 

He looked so fucking handsome it threw me off a little. Just a crisply ironed blue shirt, chinos and Timberlands but Fuck! I let him leave without saying anything and worriedly wonder what the text means:

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Did someone else know? Had someone seen us? Was it some bizarre coincidence? Spam? A threat? My mind raced as a fresh storm began to develop out on the bay.....