When I woke up the next day it was well into the afternoon. I left the couch and wandered sleepily into the kitchen where I found a note from my stepfather. He would be back late that evening. I made a huge sandwich, grabbed a glass of milk and went back into the living room to eat. As I sat there cross-legged on the floor I decided not to turn on the television. I sat in silence and ate.
When I was done I found myself wondering why I felt so mellow, almost spacey. At first I attributed it to the many hours of much needed sleep. Then I found myself thinking about what that woman shrink had said at the lecture, then thoughts of my stepfather and me. But the stepfather sex thoughts didn't seem as emotionally charged as usual, neither as bothersome, nor as titillating, nor as complicated. I felt like I understood a lot more, but I couldn't put words to it.
When he returned late that night I was in bed. He walked carefully and silently into my dark room and sat on the edge of the bed.
I rolled over and said, “Hi.”
He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and said "Hi sport". Then his hand reached under the quilt and gently grabbed my thigh. I leaned my head back against the pillow and put my hands behind my head. His hand moved to my crotch, and my cock began to get hard. A faint murmur of appreciation came from his silhouette, back lit from the hall light. He pulled back for a moment and began to unbutton his shirt.
I took a deep breath and said, Christos, I don't want to do this, I need to go to sleep.”
His hand didn't stop massaging my cock, but it slowed considerably, and the change in the energy in the room was palpable. But he kept rubbing my cock.
“Christos, I'm tired,” my voice lost a bit of firmness at the end of this message, and I wished it had come out differently.
Still he kept rubbing, but more slowly. Then after a long moment he sighed and said, “Okay sport.” But there was a clear edge in his voice. “Sleep tight ... we'll talk in the morning,” he said as he leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder, pulled the covers back up over me and left the room.
Now I was fully awake. I lay there for a few minutes and heard him walk to the bathroom, then back to his bedroom and close the door.
I was suddenly aware that I was sweating and that my cock was very hard. I reached down and began to wank off, strangely fearful that he would hear me through the walls, and then I came.
As my cum flooded over my stomach and chest I found myself reaching down and frantically mashing my open palm against my belly, rubbing quickly to capture the hot sperm. I brought my hand to my face and licked it off like a hungry kid, reached down for more. It was a hurried ritual until my stomach was dry and matted with the last remains, and my face was smeared and drying.
I fell into an angry, satisfied sleep, with my tongue raking around the inside of my mouth. The cum taste was mine, a safe, secure familiar taste. But it didn't quite satisfy.
There was tension in the air the next morning as I passed him in the hall on the way to the bathroom.
He smiled at me and said, “Want some breakfast?”
But there was a strained tone to his voice. “Sure, if your cooking,” I responded.
I went down to the kitchen after my shower and sat across the table from him. He was slowly eating a plateful of eggs and bacon and I began to dig into what he had put on my plate.
After an unusual silence he said, “You angry at me or something?”
“Nope,” I said between bites.
“Is this getting too heavy, what's happening between us?”
“Nope,” I said, trying to sound offhand.
He waited a minute then said, “Learn any new words at college lately?”
“Nope,” I responded trying to stifle a laugh.
“Are those the best eggs you've ever tasted?”
“Nope,” I said, staring down at my plate, knowing that if I looked at him we would both start laughing, or start a serious talk.
“That's strange,” he muttered, acting perplexed. “Because I wanked off into the eggs.”
As always, his timing was perfect. A laugh, actually half laugh half gurgle burst forth from my mouth. It was accompanied by the large gulp of milk I had just taken exploding from my nose and running down my chin. He leaned back in his chair and smiled.
“You arsehole,” I managed to yell through my choking laughter as I headed for the paper towels at the kitchen counter. He sat chuckling at the table.
“Next time try wanking off into the microwave,” I said while blowing my nose. “But turn it on, and wrap your dick in tinfoil before you stick it in.”
Now we were both laughing, at the absurd image of him wanking off into the frying pan, which of course he didn't, but mostly because the tension was broken. We were still okay, but things had changed. I had said no and he had accepted it at least that was the way it seemed.
The next three days were very busy for both of us. He worked late each night, and even went out of town overnight once. I was completely consumed with college, track meetings, and even the unexpected surprise of my girlfriend sneaking over to my house the night my stepfather was out of town. She was getting unusually bold about our meetings and I loved it. She even brought condoms!
We ended up fucking lustily for a couple of hours, in my parent’s bed, before she looked at the clock and realised she had to run home before her parents found out she was gone.
Two nights later I was finishing my homework at the old roll top desk in my room when he got home. I heard him come in and yelled, “Hey stepfather.”
“Hey,” he responded from downstairs. I heard him tramping up the stairs and entering his bedroom.
After a few minutes he emerged and I heard him walk into my room. I was absorbed in reading an article and didn't look up. I was standing in front of my desk leaning forward with a hand on either side of the desk. I was wearing only a pair of sweatpants.
He came up behind me and slapped me on my butt, his hand remaining on by bottom.
“How's it going stranger,” he said.
“Okay,” I muttered.
I was focused on the article and just glanced to my left, noting that he wore only a towel wrapped around his waist. He must be heading for the shower, I thought.
“Well don't let me interrupt you Mr Sociable,” he said sarcastically still keeping his hand on my arse, and rubbing it slightly.
“Huh? ... just let me finish this story,” I said, only half hearing him.
He stayed standing close to me with his hand on my arse, and began to lightly squeeze my cheeks, his hand moving back and forth with a deliberate motion.
I was still engrossed in the article, but suddenly realised in the back of my mind that he was not going to go away, that he was forcing the issue. I quickly tabulated the days since we had our last encounter, it had been a while.
I had been feeling a bit full of myself for having exercised my no option. I had also been very horny even after my secret fuck with my girlfriend. But I continued to read while bent over the desk.
He leaned a bit closer and started to push his fingers down into the crack of my arse as his right hand passed from cheek to cheek. He was saying nothing while he did this, which was unlike him. This made me begin to pay attention to what was going on, and made me a bit anxious.
After a minute, I started to straighten up and move away from the desk.
His left hand came firmly down on my shoulder blades, and he said, “Keep reading.”
I reflexively bent back down over the desk, and a wave of anxiety swept through my stomach. It passed quickly and I started to straighten again, until I heard a sterner, immediate command, “Stay down.”
My stomach clenched, and my head jerked around to the left to look at him. His eyes penetrated mine, as if they had been waiting for my gaze.
I bent over, half angry, half willing, mostly turned on, and a bit scared.
He stayed positioned at my left hip, with his left hand still placed between my shoulders, and his right hand on my arse. I could feel his cock getting hard through the towel as it pressed against my hip.
“Thought I'd give you something nice, kiddo, since we haven't done anything in a few days,” he said softly. “Are you in the mood?”
“Come on Christos,” I said half-heartedly It was a feeble statement, given my surprise at his stern tone, and the sexual energy I felt racing through me.
He reached quickly, with his left hand and grabbed my crotch. He began squeezing my balls firmly while continuing to massage my arse. There was directness, a tension about his grasping, and it caught me off guard. I said nothing.
He kept up his massage and leaned a bit closer. I could feel his erection against my left hip through the towel. It was clear that he wasn't going to stop, and wasn't going to say anything until I spoke. I weighed the uneasiness I felt at his bluntness.
His words had asked, but the tension of his presence was demanding.
I was stuck for something to say, and my cock was getting hard quickly as he rubbed it. This continued for a long minute as he rubbed more roughly, and I got very hard. Then the silence was broken.
“Well?” he said, in a husky, urgent voice, still the demanding tone.
I turned my head to the left and up a bit, somehow thinking that this motion would make an answer spring from my lips, but nothing came out.
A long few seconds of silence passed, and the answer became evident to both of us. I could feel his eyes drilling through me. I turned my head back and lowered it in silence.
I heard a brief intake of breath, and its ragged release. Like a winning poker player whose opponent has just laid down his cards.
I felt his hand brush my left hip as he dropped the towel from his waist. He stepped back quickly and moved behind me, grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants on both sides and pulling them down around my ankles. He reached down and lifted each ankle out and tossed the sweatpants aside. He grabbed my right ankle and yanked it out to spread my legs wide apart. Then he stood back in his original position at my left hip, only closer now.
His left hand grabbed my balls again, and I heard a wet sucking sound as his fingers went to his mouth.
My mind was spinning at the quickness, the determination of his actions, and I realised for the first time what it felt like when fear mixes with sexual excitement.
What happened next was not really new. I had felt it once before, a few days ago, but this time it was not in the context of the cleaning I had received, but the lengthy sensual encounter. Now it was direct and explicit.
His wet fingers descended to my arse and, after gently rubbing the rim of my hole for a few seconds, his thick middle finger forced its way in.
I started to jerk upward, more from being startled than from the pain. His left hand quickly left my balls and grabbed the back of my neck pushing it down.
My focus went back to my arse as he pushed in deeper. It hurt, at the rim, as the thick finger went in and I could feel the rest of his hand pushing against the cheeks of my arse. But I was surprised at the room that I seemed to offer inside myself.
The surprise was jolted to another level as his finger touched something inside me that shot a streak of intense pleasure to my cock. I groaned loudly and braced myself as his finger began to move like a piston at full length in and out of my arse.
I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my hip as he finger fucked me and my thoughts exploded, alternating between the intense pleasure and pain I was feeling. I wanted to say something, but the situation overwhelmed me.
I felt at once like a schoolboy bent over for a caning, nervous, humiliated, and then at the same time like a peer with someone who was treating me to a great new sexual experience, and taking complete charge of me.
Then he pulled his finger out and moved behind me. He fell to his knees, and I felt each of those big hands grab my arse cheeks and spread them.
A couple of seconds passed, and I didn't need to turn around to know what the pause was for. In my mind I could see that intense sexual stare on his face, that look that had scared me when I first saw it, but at later times had turned me on with its intensity. He was savouring the view of my arse, splayed open before him, held in his hands, his for the taking.
Then his face descended. At first with a thrust, and his tongue plunged into my arsehole. He held it there for a brief second and then began circling it around inside me. Then it came out and he began licking. Licking my crack from top to bottom, licking my hole, licking the inside of my cheeks, then plunging it back into me.
I could feel the muscles in my rectum relax as they were soaked with his spit and massaged with his tongue. It was relentless and continued on and on. I was in ecstasy and could only moan and whimper.
At one point I bent my head down and looked through my spread legs. I saw him from the neck down. That thick hairy body, kneeling, his cock huge and hard sticking out, as his face wreaked havoc on my arse.
I didn't dare move my hands from the desk; they were holding me up, now that my knees had turned to jelly. But my cock was out of control. It was jerking involuntarily and I was going to come.
Between groans and my frantic breathing I choked out the words, Christos, please, I'm going .....”
He never stopped. His face was buried in my arse crack. His lips and tongue were still assaulting me with incredible pleasure. He just removed his hands from my cheeks and reached around my waist. One big hand grabbed my balls; the other cupped the head of my cock.
This touch was all it took.
I started pumping out streams of hot cum into his hand, groaning and calling out his name as I spasmed.
His mouth never left my arse.
Then in my orgasmic haze, I felt him move his right hand away from the end of my cock. His face pulled back for a second, and the palm full of cum was wiped deep into my crack.
Then the licking continued.
Later, much later it seemed he pulled back and stood up. He grabbed my side and turned me around. I faced him on shaky knees and looked into his eyes for a brief moment. But it was clear there was nothing to say at this point.
I dropped to my knees and stared at the rock hard nine inches that was bobbing and dripping in front of me. His hand went to the top of my head, but it wasn't necessary. I moved my face forward and began to suck him. I looked up as that huge cock started to fuck my face.
I was completely spent and felt almost inadequate because all I was going to do was suck him off after what he had just done to me. I felt completely in his service.
I opened as wide as I could, and stared up at him as he started to increase the speed of his thrusts, my face was a cunt. And I gave myself over to the pure passive pleasure of the act.
Then something wordless shifted deep inside me, and the world went into slow motion. As I stared up at him seeing his face contorted with pleasure, rocking back and forth above those big hairy pecs, the smell of his sexual sweat stirring through my nostrils, my right hand raised and moved slowly up his thigh.
It cupped his big hairy balls as they banged against my chin.
My face was stretched in a painful lust as I tried to accommodate the size of his cock, it felt so good. I could feel his thick foreskin stretched back over the tip, and raking frantically across my tongue.
My hand moved slowly behind his balls and I felt the sweaty hair that led to his crack. His knees bent as he lowered himself a bit involuntarily, caught up in the passion of his impending orgasm.
Then my middle finger moved into his arse crack. It was damp and very hairy. And the pucker of his hole was prominent. My finger felt it, and in the same motion I pushed upward and slowly, firmly, without hesitation drove my finger up into him, in concert with his thrusts.
His eyes widened and he stared wildly at me. I saw a look of surprise as he kept plunging his cock into my mouth, quicker now. I stared at him and pushed my finger in deeper. He grunted as I twisted my finger and wagged the tip up inside him, and was sure I saw a quick look of puzzlement cross his face.
Then he began to come.
It started with a loud groan from between his clenched teeth, and grew into a violent act. He clutched my head, pulling at my hair as he released a flood of hot sperm into my mouth.
I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could. I could smell the hot seed almost more than taste it as it poured down my throat. But I was still not fast enough, and some started to seep from the sides of my mouth.
Moments later, when he was done fucking my mouth he stood over me sweating and heaving, his cock still in my mouth but getting softer.
I pulled my finger from his arse slowly while still looking up at him.
He stared at me for a long moment, and then smiled slightly. “I think we're getting close to it sport, aren't we?” he said, less as a question than a statement he expected me to accept.
I let his cock fall from my mouth, and with streaks of cum out of both sides of my mouth I looked up at him and just nodded slightly. I knew what he meant, but I wondered if he knew what I meant.
I expect there was something in my eyes that made him pause for a minute. He had stepped back a bit as his cock fell from my mouth, and he was staring at me. I returned his gaze steadily, and a moment passed. I could see his quick mind doing calculations behind those handsome dark eyes.
Then a slight grin twitched at the corner of his mouth and his eyes dropped a notch from looking into mine to looking at my chin.
I remembered that there was cum dripping down from both sides of my mouth and blushed.
As my hand lifted up to wipe it away, he stepped forward and stopped it. Instead, he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and placed the other quickly over my mouth.
Then he rubbed back and forth like a parent cleaning off a kid’s face, chuckling while he tousled my hair.
“Here, finish it up kiddo, I never miss any of yours,” he said hugging my face close to his mid-section. I sank my teeth into his hairy stomach and muttered, “Fuck you,” as he playfully rubbed my face into his body and yelled, “Ouch.”
I was still on my knees, still weak and overcome by the intensity of this latest bout, and the incredible pleasure and release. He knelt down in front of me and placed his thick arms on each of my shoulders. Then he leaned forward and touched his forehead to mine.
“Talk time,” he said.
“I'm going to bed,” I responded wearily.
“Then we talk in the morning,” he replied.
“Yeah, okay,” I said.
Going to bed turned out to be something different than I had planned.
He stood up, grabbed me under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to his bedroom.
Once through the door, he took me over to the large bed, slapped me on the arse playfully, and threw me onto the far side of the bed. I went along willingly, too tired to complain.
I just pulled back the quilt and crawled under, exhausted, fulfilled and so fucking tired.
He got in on the other side and within minutes we were both fast asleep.