Turning Chase
by Chase Huxley
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Chapter 6
Ryan walked into the master bedroom, and as Matty followed suit, Ryan gestured for him to stop and wait outside. He came back out holding a folded blanket, saying, “Come on, buddy, this way.” He walked a few steps over to the next room and opened the door. Matty felt confused as Ryan tossed the blanket onto the bed and stretched it completely cover the mattress and pillows.
This was his stepson Chase’s room. A signed poster of MLB player Alex Bregman adorned the wall. The room was mostly tidy, except for a few pieces of clothing and some sports equipment strewn about. Brad picked up one of Chase’s dirty gym shirts and brought it to his nose. The salty-sweet scent of his 18-year-old stepson was intoxicating.
Ryan dropped the t-shirt back on the floor and walked over to a wide-eyed but still-aroused Matty. He pulled the tennis player in for a kiss and ran his hands around the cute butt. He ran a finger over Matty’s forehead, brushing aside the medium brown hair, which shared a similar length and color to Chase’s. Ryan closed his eyes. Tonight, he would be giving his imagination a good workout.
Matty peeled off his green, Lacoste tennis polo, revealing toned muscles and defined abs. He was bit slimmer than Chase, but considered well-built for an elite tennis player. Ryan walked up to Matty until their foreheads touched. Then he easily lifted the 20-year-old athlete by the armpits and threw him onto the bed. That was what Matty loved most about Ryan’s physicality. He was so strong and knew how to impose his strength in a way that made the younger jock go weak in the knees.
Ryan quickly stripped down to his underwear and pounced on the bed, covering Matty’s athletic toned body with his own round shoulders and wide lats. Ryan bore a striking resemblance to his son Brad, they were both around the same height and build. Matty often fantasized about getting spit roasted by the father-son duo. But tonight, there would be a different fantasy...
Ryan gently cradled Matty’s head within his hands and kissed his temple, sniffing the boy’s soft hair. He closed his eyes and planted his lips against Matty’s. He planted a few soft, closed-mouth pecks, and then a few more firmer kisses, gradually increasing the passion of each kiss.
Matty wrapped his defined arms around the 37-year-old hunk’s torso, rubbing his hands across the warm skin and feeling his hard back muscles. Ryan pulled his head back and paused for a couple of seconds. Then he brought his head back down and slipped his tongue into Matty’s wanting mouth. Ryan held his tongue still, allowing the younger boy to use his own tongue to caress Ryan’s.
Matty’s whole body felt electric, like volts of static ran through every fiber of his being. He kissed Ryan back enthusiastically, running his tongue all over and around Ryan’s, while feeling the manly stubble scratch against his own smooth skin. The two men hungrily devoured each other, desperately swapping spit and passion.
“I love you, Daddy.” Matty had sparingly called Ryan “Daddy” in the past, knowing that it drove the hunky dad crazy every time, but not wanting to overuse it and wear out its effect. Tonight, making out in Chase’s bedroom, Matty had a good idea of what was going on in Ryan’s dirty mind.
Hearing the cute jock call him Daddy, Ryan felt his chest swell and cock throb. He pushed himself off the horny boy and hurriedly yanked Matty’s underwear off. He dove right back in and wrapped his mouth around the tennis star’s 7 inch cock and took it all in, rubbing his nose against its curly brown pubes. The blowjob felt amazing. Matty squeezed the man’s head between his thighs as his whole body convulsed. “Oh my god, Daddy, that- fuck- oh FUCK you make me feel so good!”
Matty felt the pressure around his cock increase, as the weight of his words played into Ryan’s dirty fantasies, causing him to suck with even greater vigor and passion. Matty loved the control his words had over his tennis coach. He continued, “Yeah, Daddy, like that, just like that…I’m so lucky to be your son...” Hearing those words made Ryan almost jizz in his underwear. He grunted loudly and crinkled the bedsheets with his powerful fists.
Ryan ripped off his own underwear, nearly tearing the waistband apart. Then, with Matty’s cock still in his mouth, he flipped around and guided his own cock into the boy’s wanting mouth. The two men hungrily 69’d on Chase’s bed for the next three minutes. Ryan alternated between licking the younger man’s cock and balls while his own cock pumped steadily into the tennis stud’s warm throat. Imagining he was fucking Chase on his own bed, Ryan’s self-control reached his limit. “I’m gonna cum…oh shit, Chase, I’m gonna fucking cum down your throat…Arghh, FUCK!!!” Ryan came for the first time in a couple days and shot his hot, thick load straight down Matty’s throat, leaving him no choice but to swallow it all.
As he pulled off the thoroughly face-fucked boy, his cock rubbed over Matty’s face, leaving a trail of cum and saliva over the cute boy’s cheek. Having sexually serviced his tennis coach many times over the past couple years, Matty knew Ryan was far from finished; the virile hunk could often cum multiple times per session. Ryan lay on his back, breathing deeply and recovering from his orgasm, when Matty began gently kissing the older man all over. He planted soft, caressing kisses, starting from the tips of Ryan’s fingers, over his chest, and down his legs before suckling on each of his toes. Matty felt like a such a dirty, slutty boy…which he clearly was.
Matty crawled back up and kissed the head of Ryan’s still-hard cock, making the man moan. The 8-inch, veiny cock twitched twice, indicating that Ryan was still horny and ready to go again. Matty took a small bottle of lube and rubbed the contents all over Ryan’s cock. Ryan grinned mischievously. “Hmm…son, did I give you permission to touch my cock again after I done gone and cum already?” Matty looked up with his cute, puppy-dog eyes and shook his head, “Sorry Daddy, but I can’t help myself…I’m a naughty lil boy…I still need more cum..”
As Matty spoke, he rubbed a bit of lube over his own hole and then crawled forward to plant a single kiss on Ryan’s furry chest. He then turned around and sat on Ryan’s chest in a reverse cowgirl position. Matty grabbed the thick 8-incher and rubbed the bulbous tip against his experienced ass lips. It slipped smoothly in, as both men groaned in pleasure.
Ryan spoke, “Oh yeah, you’re definitely a naughty boy alright…sounds like I haven’t been disciplining my sons enough lately…” As Matty sat further down, he bottomed out on Ryan’s cock. Ryan used his both hands to smack the younger jock’s smooth ass cheeks, hard. Red marks instantly began to form over the milky globes. Matty yelped, “Daddy, I’m sorry! I can’t help it…I’m naturally a little slutty…” Smack! Smack!
“Just a little? …who knew my stepson would turn out to be such a bad little cockwhore…” Matty began stroking his own cock while pumping himself up and down on Ryan’s turgid manhood. He was loving this fantasy, pretending he was Chase, getting used and punished by his own 37-year-old stepdad. Meanwhile, Ryan alternated between caressing, squeezing, and smacking the smaller, slutty boy’s now-crimson butt cheeks. It was nice to let Matty do the hard work of riding him, while he got to focus on fondling his cute ass.
Matty was getting close to cumming. He whined, “Do you like this, Dad? You like punishing your little slut son, while he rides up and down on his own daddy’s dick?” Ryan felt a surge of masculine energy course through his entire body. He NEEDED to fuck his boy, HARD! He gripped the smaller stud’s waist and effortlessly lifted him off, throwing him forward onto the mattress. Ryan plopped up quickly and rammed his cock back into the loosened fuck-chute, taking Matty doggystyle. Matty let out a loud scream of pain mixed with pleasure. Ryan leaned forward and put his hands around the tennis stud’s mouth to muffle the loud moans, as he bucked his own hips, griding his cock into the boycunt from behind.
Matty loved it when Ryan got all rough and dominant with him. It so turned him on to get fucked with Ryan’s hand muffling his passionate screams and whimpers. Once Matty adjusted to Ryan’s cock fucking him at an increased pace, Ryan took his hand off his sub’s mouth for a second. He then used both his own hands, angled his index fingers like fishhooks, and hooked them into Matty’s mouth. The whole time he imagined he was fucking Chase instead, and visualized the hot image of his own stepson’s struggling face being grabbed fishhook-style, as a bigger stronger man roughly fucked him like a dog.
Matty felt his lips and cheeks stretched as they got pulled by Ryan’s fingers. He reached down and stroked his cock vigorously. “Dad…dad…oh shit, you’re making me squirt…I’m cumming…” Matty shot five times into the blanket covering Chase’s bed, before Ryan pulled out and let the exhausted boy roll over on his side, catching his breath.
Matty scarcely had a second to collect himself when he saw Ryan bend down and lick Matty’s cum off the blanket. Matty’s eyes widened – it was the first time he’d ever seen his manly tennis coach eat cum. Ryan held the cum in his mouth, then turned to bring his lips to Matty’s. He kissed the boy, making him eat his own semen.
Ryan then looked around the room a bit and saw one of Chase’s cutoff muscle tanks laying on the floor. It had his high school’s name and wrestling team printed on the front. Ryan went to pick it up and threw it over to Matty. “Hey, put this on.” Matty complied. After he slipped the tank over his head, he felt Ryan kiss his forehead, then grip his shoulders and push him onto his back, pinning him to the mattress.
Ryan felt an insatiable horniness from seeing the 20-year-old jock laying on his back wearing Chase’s cutoff tank. He spat on his bare cock a couple times, then pressed it against the younger boy’s hole. It slipped right in. In missionary, Ryan usually liked to start with long, slow, sensual strokes and gradually pick up the pace; but tonight, imagining he was fucking Chase, he had little self-control. Ryan gripped the college jock’s ankles and thrusted, hard, pounding strokes that rattled the bed.
Matty moaned and whimpered as he got brutally railed by his friend’s sexy dad. It turned him on imagining he was Chase, getting railed by his own stepdad. He wanted to play-up the fantasy. “Ahhh fuck! Oh fuck yes! I can’t believe I’m getting fucked by my own daddy!”
Ryan moved his hands to press against the boy’s tan shoulders and increased the pace of his fucking. Matty continued, “Fuck me, Dad! Yeah, fuck you slutty little jock son!” Ryan’s vein’s bulged as he vigorously shook the bed with uncontrollable lust. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He said, “Yeah, you like that, Chase? Ya naughty little boywhore…ya been fantasizing about this? Huh? Getting pounded into your bed by your old man…”
Matty loved every minute of this. “Yeah Dad! Fuck, I’ve been wanting this so bad… ugh…I-I need you to get me pregnant, I wanna get knocked up by my daddy!” Ryan lost it. He wrapped both hands around Matty’s throat and used all his strength to thrust his cock in long, full strokes. “Yeah, son, I’m gon’ shoot my boys into your lil’ cunt…gonna plant seeds in—UGHH!!! OH FUCK!!!! Yeah…oh…mphhhhh…yeah….fuckkkkkk….” Ryan experienced one of the strongest orgasms of his life as volley after volley of cum blasted into Matty’s wrecked hole. After a half a minute of pure ecstasy, he pulled out and rolled over, completely spent.
Matty stroked his cock for about 20 seconds, and shot another load onto Chase’s cutoff tank. The fantasy was so hot! He wished he could be Chase, sharing the same spaces all day with two total studs like Brad and Ryan. Ryan looked over at Matty, “Come on buddy, let’s get up…we stink like sex.”
After Ryan and Matty rinsed off, he drove Matty home, waving bye to Matty’s oblivious dad Greg who greeted him through the window as he pulled out of their driveway. When Ryan got home, it was already 10pm. He pulled the blanket off Chase’s bed and threw it into the wash along with Chase’s cum-stained cotton tank. Then, he took a second shower—extra hot—as if to wash of the sense of guilt and shame that now hovered over him for fantasizing about fucking his cute, innocent stepson.
Thank you all for reading! I’m finally back from vacation and looking forward to putting more chapters out.
In the next chapter, we’ll be introduced to Soren, the recently graduated NCAA gymnast. He’ll have a run-in with Atticus “Vanders” Vanderbilt, and it’ll be interesting to see how his life progresses from there. We’ll also see how Chase deals with the aftermath his recent cucky three-way.
I’m trying to decide who Ryan will hookup with next. Chase? Brad? Neither? Should he hook up with one of Atticus’s boys and maybe feature in some spicy vids? I’ve started a Twitter poll to gauge readers’ feelings on this. My Twitter is: