Stepdad Becomes Real Dad

by Jim Selfie

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By Jim Selfie
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So far, Operation: Helping Hand had been a success. But that was only Part One.

Next up was the upstairs bathroom sink. One day it just stopped working altogether (all part of the plan) and Sal determined to fix it as soon as he got home.

I was there, prepped and ready, when his truck roared into the garage that afternoon. He was just off a messy demolition job and was coated head to toe in soot, dust, and dried man-sweat. I met him in the alcove near the garage, noting the weariness on his handsome mustached face.

“Hey, Sal!”

“Hey Chase. How was school?”

“Kinda boring. How was work?”

“Messy as fuck!” he swore. Sal only cursed like that when he knew Mom was not around. Her new shift had her working late most evenings so we knew we were alone.

“Well, I hate to bug you right after work but, uh... could you fix my sink?” I asked sweetly. “I have a thing tonight and I really need to get ready.”

“What’s the thing?”

I blinked.

“What’s the thing?” he repeated. “The thing you have tonight?”

My cheeks flushed. I hadn’t expected him to ask! “Uh... well, if you must know,” I stalled, “Uh... I... have a date.”

Sal cut a lascivious grin. I never went on dates, with anyone, a topic of constant conversation with him and Mom. “Ohhh shit look at you, bud! Special girl?” He winked, then as a concerned afterthought: “Or uh... Special... special, uh...”

I watched him squirm a moment before I spared him. “No one special. But I gotta look good, and I need that sink.”

Sal sighed and ran a dirty hand through his dark curls, flecked with sawdust. A fine powder rose off him as he ruffled his hair. “Can I shower first?”

I shuffled uneasily. “Well, I’m sort of in a rush...” My face brightened. “Unless I can get ready in your bathroom while you shower?”

I watched the memory flicker behind his eyes: the night I stepped into the shower with him and first experienced Sal’s naked body. He shook the idea off. “Nah, I’ll fix it. Let me get my tools.”

 “Can I help?” I asked casually.

Sal’s expression darkened. This was less than a week after I’d helped in the garage, and the memory of my spontaneous rim job was still fresh for both of us. “Nah, I’ll... I’ll take care of it. It’s a pretty simple job. But thanks, bud.”

I bit my lip. Truthfully, it wasn’t going to be a simple job; I had made sure of that. Using every tool at my disposal (i.e. Sal’s tools) I had spent most of the previous afternoon royally screwing up the pipes under that sink. Sal was going to need my help whether he wanted it or not.

Besides, Operation: Helping Hand was all about being helpful.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I said brightly. “It’ll go faster if we both work on it, right? Let’s head up now, you’ll be on the couch with a beer in five minutes.” I paused and looked him up and down. “Make it fifteen minutes. If you sit on the couch before you shower Mom will chop your balls off.”

He laughed and began to remove his muddy work boots and sweaty socks. I lingered close by to enjoy the whiff of sour, daylong sweat that rose from his sore feet. We trudged up the stairs together, chatting amiably about our respective days. When we arrived in the upstairs bathroom he saw that I had already cleared my stuff out of the cabinet under the sink. Sal was just about to slide under to take a look when I stopped him.

“Wait... are you gonna lay on the floor to get under there?”

Sal nodded. “Yeah that pipe is pretty far back, I gotta get under it and as close to the wall as I can.”

I scrunched up my nose, eyes flicking over his grungy work clothes. “Hey, uh... I sort of just cleaned in here and could you maybe not, um... sorry, Sal, but your clothes are a mess!”

Sal peered down at himself and we both chuckled. “Yeah, I really should shower before—”

“Just take them off,” I interrupted, careful to keep it nonchalant. “Use my hamper. I’ll throw them in the wash later.”

Sal hesitated. “Uh...”

“It’s fine,” I reassured as I grabbed the clothes hamper from the corner and brought it to him. “I’m doing laundry later anyway. No big deal.” I opened the empty hamper and looked at him expectantly.

Sal considered for a moment. My objection to his soiled apparel came as no surprise— my picky cleanliness was legendary around our house. When it came to dust, dirt, or my physical appearance, I was a total neat freak. But when it came to Sal, I was an unabashed pig. I didn’t care what he looked or smelled like, and often the messiness made it even hotter. In fact, I could smell his manly funk from three feet away and it was making my cock bounce in my pants. I would have been just fine to jump on him right then and there, but instead I screwed my face up in distaste and nodded toward the hamper. Finally, Sal let out a resigned sigh and slowly began to disrobe.

My heart raced as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt with both hands. I followed its trajectory over his belly (manly paunch, dark treasure trail, deep belly button) and his chest (thickly furred, quarter-sized dark areola, pencil eraser nips). When it was fully removed and tossed in the hamper, the outline of the shirt still remained: it was the only clean part of him, in deep contrast to his dirt-streaked arms and neck.

“Pants, too? Sorry to be such a pest, but...”

Rather than argue, he simply sighed again and reached for his fly. Callused, filthy fingers unfastened the button and dragged down the zipper with an audible zzzzzip. His baggy jeans fell away as soon as he let them go, the dirty denim pooling around his muscular calves. Sal stepped out of them clumsily. I took the liberty of bending to pick them up (making sure to grab by the inner crotch, savoring his warmth still inside them, dipping my head to subtly sniff their sweaty innards) and added the jeans to the hamper.

Sal now stood before me clad only in sweat-stained tightie whities; a picture of blue collar perfection. He brushed his thumb and forefinger over his bushy black mustache, adorably self-conscious.

“Thanks,” I uttered, my mouth suddenly dry.

Sal wasted no time. He crouched down with a pen light and inspected the area, then sat on the white tile floor and laid back. His head ducked under the sink and he let out a breathy shiver as his back hit the cold floor. With the top half of his torso in shadow under the sink, I was free to take in the parts of him I so rarely saw: his meaty thighs matted with dark hair, the generous bulge in his stretched and yellowed undies. He drew his knees up to place his smelly feet on the floor, legs spread wide. I had a prime view of his beefy ass cheeks smashed into the tile, stretching the worn cotton to its limit. His egg-sized balls lolled down low in their sack, bulging out over his exposed taint.

“Hey bud! Did ya hear me?”

I shook out of my reverie. “Huh?”

“Hand me the pipe wrench, will ya?”

I did as I was asked and listened to him work for a while. He swore intermittently, confounded by first the water valve and then the drainage issues. I was now at full mast, loving every second of his beefy body squirming on the bathroom floor. I even snapped two surreptitious pics on my phone before I enacted Phase Two.

“Hey bud can you hand me the— whoa, are you naked?”

Not exactly... but my shirt and pants were now folded on top of the hamper. “I don’t want to get my clothes dirty. Date tonight, remember?” I said quickly. “I mean I have socks and underwear on,” I added, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Sal peered at me from under the sink, face shrouded in shadow. He cleared his throat before setting back to work. “Hand me the light, will you?”

I did, and then knelt beside him to watch. Our naked legs were an inch apart— as I leaned in to look closer, I rested my thigh against his. “What’s the damage, boss?”

“Not sure how,” Sal grunted, “but this sink is totally fucked. Must have been installed wrong.”

“Hmm.” I reached over his prone body and placed a hand on the cold tile to prop myself up. I was now sort of draped over Sal, my side pressed against his warm, furry belly.

“Damn... thing...” Sal growled, his voice strained with exertion. There was a clang of metal on metal and Sal cursed violently.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Fucking bolt is tight as hell. I’m having trouble getting this off.”

I bit my lip, loving his dirty talk. “Can I help?”

Without waiting for a response, I half-stood and readjusted my position. I held onto the sink as I lowered myself directly onto Sal’s body, my thighs resting on either side of his torso.

“Chase, wha— uh, what are you—”

“Here, I’ll grab it from this end and pull with you. Ready?”

I reached under the sink and grabbed onto Sal’s hands, firmly wrapped around the pipe wrench. We sat there in silence for a brief moment, me straddling my stepfather, both of us only in underwear, in a very sexual position.

Jackpot.

Sal grunted his assent. “K. On three?”

We counted down and pulled on the wrench together. He pushed his weight into the handle while I pulled, both of us trying to wedge it toward me. We strained together, with just a hint of give on the wrench that showed our efforts were working (and me personally pleased at how well my amateur pipe soldering held up).

Sal grunted and redoubled his efforts. He planted his feet firmly on the floor for leverage and pushed up, thrusting his weight (and crotch) toward me. At the same time, I pulled back at about half strength, not in a rush to get this job done, and let my body rest against his. The result was me sitting back on him, my ass spread open right over his crotch. Though two layers of fabric prevented our genitals from making contact, I was thrilled to feel his bulge against my ass as we grinded, pushed, and pulled.

After nearly a minute we stopped in unison and breathed heavily, both of us starting to sweat. “Almost got it,” I encouraged. “Let me adjust my grip.”

I let go of Sal’s hands and sat up, reluctantly removing my ass from his crotch, and shuffled forward a bit. As I did, I reached back with one hand and found the tiny hole in the seat of my underwear— the one I had cut, with scissors, for this very occasion. Sal continued to push on the wrench, none the wiser as I stuck two fingers in the hole and stretched it out further. His grunts and groans covered the soft rip of cotton as I expanded the hole in my briefs to a gaping tear centered right over my pink virgin asshole. When I grabbed onto Sal’s hands again my cock was painfully hard and straining against my briefs.

“One... two... three!”

As we strained together a second time, I sat down fully on Sal’s upraised crotch with my newly-naked butt— and was surprised to feel a fullness beneath Sal’s briefs that had not been there before. Now only one layer of cotton stood between my puckered hole and the thickening tube of Sal’s cock. I mashed my butt into him, humping him, raking my bare, quivering hole over the piss-stained cotton covering my prize. My efforts were working; I felt Sal’s cock gradually fill up, rising to meet my ass higher with each thrust.

“Almost... got it...!” I said through clenched teeth. Sal pushed against the wrench with all his might, anxious to get out of this compromising position.

Now we were both coated with sweat, our naked flesh sliding against each other more easily. I gripped my stepdad with my thighs, enveloping his beefy body with my strong legs. The odor rising from him egged me on further: the rank smell of his pits, dappled with drops of acrid sweat, his unwashed crotch and taint still reeking from a hard day’s work. His natural scent got stronger with every strain, every push and pull on that stubborn wrench. It drove me wild and went right to my head.

As Sal redoubled his efforts on the wrench, I redoubled my efforts on him. My thighs slapped against his sweaty belly as I slammed my bare ass down onto him repeatedly. His cock was fully hard now, an obscene tent in his sweaty cotton briefs. It jabbed into my ass with every downward thrust, making contact with my hungry hole again and again. The wetness I felt in my butt crack was a mixture of sweat (his and mine) and the generous flow of pre-cum I just knew was soaking through Sal’s briefs. Our manly grunts of exertion became something else as, for all intents and purposes, we fucked without fucking.

I think it was pure sexual fervor that caused me to make my next move— which I had prepared for, but reserved only as a last resort.

I let go of the wrench with one hand and reached over to the designated pipe, previously rigged. All it took was one good yank and it pulled away from its coupling with a squeal of metal. Instantly, a torrent of cold water shot out full blast from the pipe and sprayed the area beneath the sink.

“Gaaah!” Sal cried, suddenly drenched. “Aw shit, the water main! Water’s still on!”

His words were garbled by the uncontrolled spray that blasted us both. Though the water was cold, I was still on fire, lost in a sexual haze as I rode my stepdad for all I was worth.

“Oh shit!” I cried over the roar, even as I continued to hump him. “What do we do?!”

Sal choked and struggled as he reached for the valve. “Gotta— ack! Fucking valve is stuck!”

His body wriggled beneath me, giving me a chance to grind lewdly against his cock. Sal was so distracted by the overwhelming spray of water that he barely noticed. I was free to fully perv out on him... but I knew my time was short.

Sal sputtered beneath me, cursing as he struggled. I abandoned all attempts to help. I didn’t care that a growing puddle was spreading out over the clean bathroom floor. I didn’t care that Sal threw a muddy arm over my thigh in an attempt to gain leverage, leaving a streak of muck on my torn underwear. I was drunk on lust, horny for my near-naked stepdad as he writhed beneath me.

We were practically fucking already. I just took it one step further.

I reached behind me and, in one swift motion, pulled down the waistband of Sal’s underwear.

It was a bold move, but totally lost on Sal in his distracted state. He didn’t even notice as the stretched elastic waistband came to rest beneath his hefty balls, now pulled up tight to his body thanks to the frigid water.

He did notice, however, when I squatted down onto him again.

Now there was no layer of pesky wet cotton between us. It was skin on skin, his flared cockhead drooling pre-cum directly onto my exposed asshole. I felt him jolt beneath me as we connected, man to man.

Sal’s face shot up, streaked with mud, beads of dirty water in his bushy mustache. Our eyes met, both of us pumped with adrenaline. He glimpsed down to see I was now fully drenched by the back spray, my white undies completely translucent, my hard teen cock pressing lewd and pink against the soaked fabric. He could see that I was wearing underwear and yet he knew that his cock had just connected, somehow, with my bare ass flesh.

“Fuck, the water’s everywhere!” I yelled, pretending to care. “Can’t you shut it off?!”

Sal tore his gaze away from me and returned his focus to the soldered water valve.

It was now or never.

I placed my hands on Sal’s meaty pecs, resting my weight on his powerful chest. My thumb and forefingers naturally found their way to his dark nipples, hard as pebbles. I pinched them hard between my fingers as I relaxed my thighs and sat back.

I’ll never forget that feeling— the feeling of the first time.

I hadn’t really planned for it, although somewhere in the back of my mind I suppose I had hoped it would happen. I certainly left a thick layer of Vaseline in my hole after my afterschool jerk-off, which came in handy as my asshole lowered onto Sal’s cock.

This was no gentle nudge like the first time our private parts connected: this was me resting my full weight on my stepdad’s erection, giving his hard and mighty cock nowhere to go but up. One moment I felt his dewy cockhead against my virgin hole, and the next moment my hole was no longer virgin. Sal’s rigid boner stood still as my pert teen ass did all the work, lowering onto him and swallowing his cock inside my lubed and velvety hole. My ass opened up to him naturally, hungry and inviting. I felt no pain, only euphoria, as my well-prepped ass took its very first cock, enveloping half of Sal’s thick uncut seven-and-a-half inches in one thrust.

“Uuuh!” Sal groaned as he slid up into me. “Wha...?”

Our eyes connected again. He had a perplexed look on his handsome face, his wet mustache twitching atop his quivering lip. He had just slid into the tightest hole he’d ever experienced and we both knew it. But Sal was in shock, distracted by the catastrophic pipe burst, utterly disbelieving that his penis was now lodged inside his stepson’s anus. I don’t think he fully registered it even as I sank down, my eyes never leaving his, and took the remaining half of his hard-on deep inside my hole.

“Hurry Sal!” I urged. “The room is flooding!”

Sal sputtered, completely conflicted. One hand reached for the water valve, the other grasped my ass cheek with sudden force. His thick digits dug into the tender milky flesh of my rump; for a moment I thought he might try to throw me off of him. Since I figured this may be my last chance, I ground my pelvis into him even more. His wiry bush massaged my taint as I took him fully, stuffed with every inch of my sexy stepdad’s raw cock. I had never felt happier in my entire life. I flexed my ass tight, wordlessly thanking him for giving me his dick. If he had wrestled me off of him  in that instant and that was all I ever got, I’d still die a happy man.

But Sal did not try to throw me off.

Instead he roared, his eyes rolling back in his head as I worked my anal cavity around his cock. His head lolled backward and splashed into an accumulated inch of water. For a moment all the tension left his body and he surrendered to the taboo pleasure of my hole. He lay there beneath me, fully relaxed except for his throbbing cock. Then he shot up, like a man possessed, and gripped the stubborn water valve with both hands and a manly scream.

“Fuck... this... uhhh... fuck!”

Sal cursed and grunted, groaned and strained. His mission was to shut off the water but there was no doubt where his real exertion lie. And as I started to ride him— truly ride him— we both knew exactly what was happening.

This was a point-of-no-return moment. This wasn’t some accident, some casual slip of a face into an ass during a home improvement project— which, to be fair, was clearly no accident in the first place. This was real now.

I was fucking my stepdad.

My stepdad was fucking me.

To be more specific, my stepfather had just popped my cherry. He was taking my anal virginity and I was offering it to him gladly. 

To be even more specific, my handsome stepfather, Salvatore Hernandez had his raw, uncut cock— the same cock that had been fucking my Mom for years— buried as deep in my ass as it could go.

“Oh... fuck this... fuck this thing... fuck!”

Sal’s curses grew more strained as I bounced on him. The water was still spraying and so was our pre-cum; I could feel Sal’s secretion coating my insides, providing extra lubrication for us both. I was opening up to his invading cock, able to ride more easily and faster with each thrust. I pictured his foreskin dragging along my velvety inner walls, sheathing and unsheathing his fat swollen cockhead, his piss slit wide open inside me, dumping pulse after pulse of Sal’s copious natural lube into my anus. The thought of his sperm swimming around inside me made me throw back my head and cry out in pleasure. I twisted Sal’s nipples viciously as I gyrated on his cock.

His animal cries rose over the spray of water. “Fuck! Almost... fuck! Almost... almost fucking... there!”

I didn’t know if he meant the water valve or his orgasm and I didn’t care. His voice had taken on a low bass rumble; I could feel it in his diaphragm as my thighs squeezed his manly beef. I flexed my glutes together on the up thrust and pinched Sal’s nipples on the down stroke, producing a low moan and another shot of pre-cum from Sal. His engorged cockhead dragged along my prostate, ten times better than my amateur three-finger anal masturbation. This was the real deal, a powerful man’s cock, bare and raw and rock hard inside my ass. And I knew I wanted it every day for the rest of my life.

It all lasted less than a minute, but it was the greatest minute of my life.

Every detail is etched into my memory. The water surged, the floor now completely covered. Our legs writhed in the puddle. My wet buttocks slapped into his thrusting thighs, again and again and again. His manly groans, the way he barked out the word “fuck” over and over. The feeling of fullness inside me; the satisfaction of a perfect fit. The warmth and hardness of his tool buried to the hilt. The waves of pleasure emanating from deep within my ass, where Sal’s now eight inch thick cock awakened a part of me I had never known—but would never forget again.

I was a teenage cock slut and I was about to make my stepdad cum.

“FUUUUCK!” Sal roared.

His cock hardened to its full, impressive girth just before it began to spew. But in the instant it took for Sal’s load to leave his oversized pulsing nuts and travel through his cock, he did something surprising. He wrenched the water valve closed, cutting off the torrent of cold water with a sudden metallic shriek. From there his hands shot down to either side of my ass, grabbing onto my spread haunches in a double white-knuckled grip. With one powerful heave, he lifted me off his expanding cock just at the moment of climax.

The bathroom walls reverberated with his inhuman cry, vicious and guttural, as his greasy cock dragged out of my pre-cum soaked chute. Sal’s fat cockhead slid out of me with an audible pop! I had only about half a second to register the sudden emptiness inside me before I felt (and heard) Sal’s hot blast of sperm smack against my gaping hole. He had lifted me off of him just in time to spray me with his first and most powerful jets of clotted cum. He held me there, in his firm grip, as another and another volley of cream bathed my sweaty ass crack.

“Uhhn! Uhhn! God! Fuck! Unnh!” Sal’s every exclamation was accompanied by a shot of cum. Each was as powerful as a stream of piss, expelled from his cock with a force I had never experienced before. Sal held me still above him, his powerful arms shaking, veins popped out all over his bulging muscles as he drained his balls all over my backside.

I squatted over him in stunned silence, two of my own loads already soaking into the front of my torn undies. I had been orgasming pretty much continuously throughout our minute of hot raw fucking, even though my cock remained untouched. To feel Sal’s powerful ejaculation now, to watch his pained face as he expelled a hot load all over his stepson’s freshly fucked ass, was so sexy I almost spontaneously came again.

Of course, I wished more than anything that he had just left his cock inside me while he shot. I was still in disbelief that he pulled out, baffled and jealous of the load I almost took in my ass. The thought of Sal’s creamy cum inside me— of his virile swimmers exploring my anal depths, absorbing into me and becoming part of me— drove me absolutely insane with lust.

I suddenly fought against Sal’s powerful two-handed grip in an attempt to sit back on his cock. He held me tight, his strength far superior to mine even in his post-coital stupor. I was only able to kiss his cockhead with my ass lips for a brief moment before he yanked me up again. But in that moment of connection, I pushed out and opened my hole as wide as I could. His gaping piss slit, still belching cum, was enveloped  by my widened hole and sent a half-strength jet of Sal’s potent cum straight into me. It was nowhere near enough, but it was better than nothing.

When it was all over, Sal had sprayed me with eleven shots of impossibly thick semen. It dripped off my ass in a web of long, interconnected strings, so packed with sperm it almost looked like melted cheese. His swearing and cum noises subsided, replaced by shallow breaths and a steady drip beneath the sink— and beneath my ass.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The near-silence was deafening. Sal’s arms finally relaxed and my wet ass smacked against his softening cock, his load squishing between us.

“I think you better go,” he said softly. “I’ll clean up the mess.”

Sal’s head was turned to the side, cheek half-submerged in water, utterly spent. He couldn’t look at me, but I could sure look at him. I savored the sight of him beneath me one last time— his cheeks flushed from exertion, his heaving chest covered in dark fur and water droplets, the swarthy skin soaked and streaked with mud. Then I stood and turned away without a word.

My no-longer-virgin ass swayed as I sauntered out. Clumpy ropes of cum clung to my nether regions and torn briefs. A long rope of stepdad jizz rolled down my thigh and plopped into the inch of water coating the bathroom floor.

I felt no guilt. For the first time in my life, I felt like a man.

And I knew it was going to happen again.

Only next time, I was going to make him want it.


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To be continued...


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