seduced-by-my-stepdad-1

Subject: Seduced by My Stepdad pt 1 Seduced by My Stepdad Please donate to Nifty today to keep this and other stories going so you can keep getting off! Part 1 I never knew my dad. My mom had a lot of boyfriends over the years. She got pregnant with me when she was 17. We lived with my grandmother until I was ten. After grandma and mom started to argue a lot, mom found men to live with and take care of her bills. Her boyfriends were nice I guess, but I never cared for most of them. Mom is pretty and has always looked ten years younger. She was a rebel teen and when I was growing up, she always had hair colors of purple, light blue, white, copper orange, etc. She had a small nose piercing and a few butterfly tattoos. The types of men she dated varied, but she especially loved dating certain types. She dated a bunch of “gangsta” wannabes most of the time. You know–guys who were pretending to be rough and acted like rebels but were really tame when you got to know them. She dated men of all races, so I had plenty of eye candy growing up. Men covered in tattoos, body piercings, punk haircuts, etc. Some of the guys were indeed assholes and a bit mean. She seemed to go for the asshole guys for sex (you can hear it all in a tiny apartment). Now and then she would sucker certain guys into letting us move in until they got too serious or they began to cheat on her/mistreat her. She neither wanted to marry nor accepted any kind of abuse/cheating. However, she didn’t mind using them for a place for us to live! I always knew I was gay and I never had any interest in pussy. I played baseball in elementary and junior high school, but wasn’t so interested in team sports after that. I took a swimming class in 12th grade just to get to see some of the swim team naked in the locker room. So, I had a lean body with a swimmer’s build. I wasn’t aware of being attractive to other boys and men until the end of high school when everything changed. – – – In eleventh grade, we moved into our own apartment for the first time ever. It was one bedroom. Mom used the sofa bed in the living room and let me have the room. I loved having my private time to jack off at night and play with my dick and ass. My self-made sex toys helped with the fun. Since I was 12, I loved putting objects in my ass, so I had my own secret versions of toys growing up. I knew that gay men were supposed to fuck each other in the ass, so I tried to simulate what it must be like. My hairbrush handle was bulbous and smooth. Lubed up, it felt good up my ass while I edged my cock thinking of men. Mom’s ancient lady’s electric shaver (salvaged from the trash in one of our moves) vibrated intensely and felt great under my ball sack, against the underside of my penis, or against my butthole. Its shaving parts had fallen out and she finally tossed it in the trash. I knew how it vibrated from innocently turning it on as a kid. As an early teen, it became my vibrator toy. Also, when I was 12, I had found a shredded half of a men’s magazine in the apartment dumpster showing a woman with clamps on her tits. So, I found and used a clothes hanger that had two clamps for pants from mom’s closet and mimicked what I saw in the porn mag. I didn’t even know real sex toys existed with the same functions; I just knew all those things felt good after doing kinky self-exploration over the years. As I got older, I sought bigger self-made dildos and my nipples became bigger and more sensitive from the tit torture. It was late February when I turned 18. After several months of living on our own, money was tight. I worked at Taco Bell and mom worked her ass off at a plant making components for medical equipment. Once night when I came home from work, she was on the phone chatting with someone…it was obviously a man. I knew how my mom talked and laughed when a man was on the phone making her act all boy-crazy. I rolled my eyes as I listened to her talk on the couch while doing her nails. I heard her call him Andrew. I heated up some macaroni and cheese that I found in the fridge. While the microwave whirred, she continued to chat and laugh. After I pulled my shirt off and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs. I felt her bare hand on my back and jumped. “Hey hon, I’ve got a date tomorrow!” “Oh yeah?” I said half interested. My stomach growled as I ate. She told me about her gal pal Sherry and how they had met a guy that evening when they had stopped at the Fireball, local bar in the neighborhood, on the way home. Mom and Sherry worked together and carpooled and were best friends. Her phone beeped and she looked at it and giggled. “Oh my!” she laughed and showed me the text he’d sent. I was shocked to see a very hot man–much older than her usual guys. He had dark hair that was mostly shaved down to stubble on his head. A thin, chin-strap beard ran from his thin sideburns along the bottom of his jawline and met in a short goatee. He had pretty eyelashes and brown eyes. In the photo he was wearing just a towel that looked like it was sliding off! His ribs were skinny and he had lean pecs. There was an obvious fat bulge tenting the towel! He didn’t have abs but his stomach was mostly flat. He was covered with hot tattoos and had a light trail of hair from his upper chest flowing down the middle to a fuzzy navel area. As I gawked, my dick instantly swelled in my Taco Bell uniform pants. I was glad I hadn’t slipped into my shorts yet. I was tenting down there! While I enjoyed looking at men of all ages, I mostly lusted after “DILF” types. This guy, at least from his selfie, was one of the hottest guys mom had met. Mom read his texts and I heard beeping sounds over and over as they continued to text. I ate the rest of the macaroni until I was full. After a full burp, I put the bowl in the sink and ran water. I went onto the bedroom to give mom her privacy. After I was in the bedroom, she had silenced the beeps on her phone but I heard to giggling again. I kicked off my work shoes and peeled off my sweaty socks. With the light off, I stripped and let my pants and underwear drop into the floor. I decided to sleep nude for the first time. Laying there, I thought of that sexy pic mom’s new flirt had sent. I reached down and grabbed my socks and smelled them. I wondered if that stud in the photo had nice feet. Then again, he might have ugly feet, but who cared with that face and such a sexy upper body? I wondered what it must be like to suck a cock, get fucked, and make out. Lying there, I decided to make it my mission to find a fuck buddy. I had no computer but I would have to think of some way to hook up with a dude. I was tired of using just my hairbrush in my ass! – – – On the following Friday, Andrew came over to our apartment to take my mom out for dinner. He showed up dressed decent enough. He wore a black button-down shirt and black dockers. He had on black boots. His gorgeous eyes seared through me when he shook my hand firmly. Each of us gripped really tight as if we were proving we did not have a wimpy handshake. He smelled good and had a nice smile. I hadn’t realized until he was talking and interacting with mom that he had the slightest bit of Spanish accent. When he grinned, I noticed a missing tooth on the bottom left side. You couldn’t see it unless he was laughing. I kept watching him from the corner of my eye while I pretended to look at stuff on my phone. Instead, I was secretly taking photos of him! He kept his attention on my mom, but when I lifted my head up fully to look his way, he made eye contact with me. I looked away quickly. The two of them made chitchat about their day and then they left. I peeped out the bedroom window from above to see him holding the door open for mom and closing it behind her. After they drove off, I immediately began to jack off. I fantasized that he was my boyfriend instead. I imagined him fucking me as I drove the smooth brush handle in and out of my hole while the other hand furiously jacked my teen cock. I had an intense orgasm. I lay there and rubbed the cum on my balls and chest while I relaxed and dreamed. I must have tired myself out, because I didn’t wake until I heard the front door open! I jumped up to shut the bedroom door and pull some jeans on. I walked out nonchalantly to get a coke from the fridge as they talked. She invited him to watch TV, but he said he had to get up early and drive to see his mother (points for him with my mom of course). As I stood there shirtless and in a pair of skimpy shorts, he walked over to shake my hand. But right before I reached out for the handshake, he gripped me in a fast “man hug”! “Nice to meet you Christopher!” My dick jumped as his clothed upper body pressed against my bare chest. He smelled of cologne, sweat, and beer breath. I loved it! “Yeah man, the same!” I said. Boy, I was certainly glad I had met him! He was so hot. I knew it so surely that like mom’s other dates in the past, this hot one would be gone in a week for some stupid reason of hers. I left to the bedroom so they could say goodnight. Once behind the closed door, I stripped nude and spit in hand. I furiously masturbated. With the light off, I watched him get into his car. As he backed out, I shot my load. I fell back on the bed exhausted and rubbed the cum into my pubes. As I fell asleep, I thought to myself that this new man of hers was too good to be true. – – – However, they dated again. And then again! After a month, they were getting closer. As we got to know him better, I learned Andrew was part Latino with a Guatemalan mom and white father. He owned a small business that repaired vending machines. He lived in a house, but it wasn’t clear if he owned it. He was single and had never been married. He was 44 years old and sexy as fuck. At first, I couldn’t tell if he was a prick or not. Half the time he seemed kind of cocky and overly macho, and at other times he’d be really nice to me. Mom liked him in all those moods. I think she was turned on by the thought that he could be bad if he wanted to, but was mostly a “good guy”. He liked to flirt with her a lot and make sexual innuendos right in front of me as if he was proving he was a stud. Yet sometimes after he had said something almost nasty or sexual, I’d catch him leering at me! I pretended to not notice. When he came over and they had beers watching a DVD, he’d often take off his shirt! That drove me crazy. If I had a reason to be in the same room, you can bet I was there! I was mesmerized by the soft, dark hair between his pecs and the line of hair that trailed down the middle to his navel and around it. It disappeared into his pants. I too stayed shirtless at home even when it was cold outside. When Andrew was there, I felt sometimes he was watching me. I’d go jack off in the bedroom while he was there. After I came, I would tell myself that my imagination was in overdrive and he was just a straight man trying to fuck my mom. Still, it was fun to fantasize about him! Even so, when she left the room momentarily, I was sure I felt his gaze looking me over. Anytime I turned kütahya escort to look back he made instant eye contact with me. – – – Then one day in April, she told me she was considering for us to move in with Andrew. I wasn’t upset, I hated the tiny old apartment and I longed to live in a real house. Andrew lived close enough that I could both stay in my existing high school and still ride my bicycle to work. After they told me the news, they continued to date until the day we finally moved in. On the last Saturday at the apartment, I had an interesting experience. I was feeling really horny after they had left to go to some stupid car show. After they left, I saw mom’s keys laying on the coffee table. I saw the huge silver key on her keychain I knew it had to be a housekey to Andrew’s place. After all this time, I still hadn’t been alone at his home, so I decided to go on an adventure. I had been to Andrew’s place with mom once, but it was for a dinner of barbecue and I was sure he had the place cleaned up way more than a single guy would have it when alone. I knew the address, so I decided ride my bicycle to his house and snoop around. Luckily, the house was near the end of a dead end and not many folks were outside. I quickly rode up the driveway and pushed the bike behind some shrubs. I hopped the fence and went to the back door at the patio. It was unlocked, so I slid it open hoping no one unexpected was there. The place was a mess as a single man would have it. The living room had clothes in the floor. His bedroom smelled like the school locker room! I inhaled deeply savoring the smell of man-funk. I picked up some dirty socks and sniffed them. Nice! It was a smell of foot stink and tennis shoes. My dick got hard. I grabbed some dingy and gray boxer briefs that probably had been white at one time. There was a piss stain in the cock section. I found towels in the floor that were gamey in a very familiar way—possible cum rags? Every scent intrigued me more than the next. In his bathroom, there was unflushed piss in the toilet. The sink was lined with stubble from shaving. I sniffed each the cologne in the bottles on the counter. I found a dirty jock strap next to the toilet. I pressed it to my nosed and huffed the unmistakable scent of dirty crotch. I took off my clothes and pulled his filthy jock on. It fit me well. I looked at my image in the mirror and was surprised how decent I looked as I pulled my dick out to masturbate. I spit onto my cock and massaged the head slow and hard. I shot several squirts of jizz onto the dirty ceramic tiles. Next, I went through his clothes drawers and found just average stuff, but under his bed I found stacks of porn mags. There was over a hundred of them! I flipped through them and the pages were stuck together on the pages with hot men fucking bit titted women. I flipped through more of them. None were the kind you can buy at the convenience store like Penthouse or Hustler. These were full-on porn with lots of hot men with monster cocks. Next, I was stunned speechless when I found a bisexual mag. I flipped through it slowly and got hard again. Yeah, I had watched online porn on the internet, but it was different find it in someone’s personal stash. One was folded open showing to gorgeous twinks kissing while a woman sucked and jacked them. That particular magazine had a storyline. It showed some college guys and a girl studying over books. As I turned the pages from the beginning, they opened beer and woman took off her top and the men got shirtless. A few pages later, they are fucking her and then fucking each other! I loved seeing the photos of the men in a passionate kiss. As I started to jack off, I heard voices! I grabbed my clothes and hurried out of the room and stopped in the kitchen when I heard mom! I ducked into the food pantry and shut the door. The two of them were giggling and laughing. After five or so minutes, I heard them coming my way. I prayed they wouldn’t stop where I was hiding. Instead they passed and went to his bedroom. I hoped that I had shoved the magazines back where I had found them. After I heard them having sex, I quietly got dressed. Then I slipped out the way I had come in. Once in the backyard, I went through the gate and found my bike. I hauled ass home. Relieved to have escaped, I slowed down as I reached our apartments. I laughed at the thought of them lying about going to a truck show when they really planned to go have lunch or something and then go fuck at his house. Part of me wanted to have peeked and watched them, but I knew I’d be freaked out seeing my mother as part of it. I just wanted to see Andrew naked. Sweating, I pulled off my shirt and shoved it into my waist of my pants as I carried the bike up the stairs to our apartment. – – – The first few days at Andrew’s was alright. We had tossed mom’s ancient old bed that I had been using. Andrew bought me a new mattress and it was put directly on the floor of my new room. I didn’t care that it was half a bed, just having a new mattress that was bigger was a luxury. The plan was to later have Andrew build a frame to go under it. At the end of the hall was another bedroom decorated with ancient furniture and quilt that looked like stuff from the 70’s. Next to me was a smaller room that was just crammed with junk including an old school weight set and a huge treadmill. I realized that was how Andrew kept his body fit. In the evenings, Andrew did his “workout” in the room next to me. He stripped to some baggy shorts with nothing under them. His dick and balls bounced in the shorts as he strutted around “commando”. In the workout room, he turned on some retro music and ran on the treadmill. It was old but it worked. I would hear him singing off key to the songs. After that, I heard the clanking of the barbells as he changed the weights on them. I would curious about watching him exercise. I was shy to go in there at first. Finally, at the end of the week I walked into the room as he was sitting on his workbench glistening with sweat. “Wanna join me buddy?” He sounded so sexy when he said that. I had exercised at school many times in the weight room, but there alone with Andrew I very, very self-conscious. I had never used his type of equipment because the school had modern machines and weights. “I’m not so familiar with these free weights,” I stammered. For the next hour, he showed me his workout. Needless to say, it was the start of a regular routine. As the next two months passed, my body filled out more evenly. I had more defined arms, chest, and nice upper legs. I was no Adonis, but the change was obvious. My favorite part of workouts was when Andrew coached me on something that I was doing wrong. Sometime he put his arms around me to show me the right way to lift a weight and it drove me nuts. I could smell his sweaty body and my dick got hard. I started to wear two pairs of briefs under my shorts to hide it. I exercised shirtless, so when his nipples or pecs pressed against my back, I wanted to cream myself. When Andrew spotted me while I attempted the chest press, I looked up to see his bulge right over my face. His dick was limp, but it bounced with every move he made. From then on, we became regular workout partners. At school, girls finally noticed me after a while. While that was a huge boost to my self-esteem, I didn’t pursue any of them. Instead, I had my eyes on the hot boys in my classes…in particular Garret Vaughn. He was about my height and had blue eyes and dark hair. I was too shy to talk to him for a long time. In swim class I caught Garret looking at me in a mirror by the sinks as I stripped naked one day. As I undressed to put on my swimsuit, I caught him staring hard at my ass. I didn’t dare bust him. I loved it! From that day on, I started to befriend him. I was determined to get fucked by him. I was done with my hairbrush! Garrett was shy at first, but in a few weeks we were chummy. I made sure I changed clothes in his view every time and even stayed naked longer. I took forever to get my clothes off in the time allowed. I pulled one sock off at a time, pulled off my pants, then finally my shirt. I didn’t change to my Speedo until I was fully nude. After swim class, I made a show of showering in his view (and I took forever to get dressed again). Later I noticed Garrett was doing the same thing–maximizing “naked time”. Then finally one day, while sitting on the bench just out of the shower, I spread my legs just enough for him to see and sat there letting my dick get fully hard. I stared right into his eyes and neither of us made no effort to pretend we weren’t aware of what was going on. I pretended to dry off with my back to the other guys, but in front of Grant I stroked my dick a few times and the pulled on my underwear. As we talked leaving the gym to head home, I grabbed his arm. “Wanna go to my place and fool around?” It was a total ballsy move, but he nodded. “Fuck yeah!” We grabbed my bike and he put it into the trunk of his car. Neither mom nor Andrew would be home for an hour or so, so we had time to have some fun. That first time was just naked fumbling around and figuring out how to kiss. Ultimately, it ended in a mutually jack off. It was the first time for each of us to be with another boy and we thoroughly explored each other’s body. The sex was so fun and hot, we continued it every day after school. After having sex each afternoon with Grant, I would wait with anticipation for Andrew to arrive home and start our workout. Mom always got home a few minutes after Andrew. She would start dinner as he and I exercised. Then after we were done, he would go shower and arrive at the dinner table in just his towel! I enjoyed knowing he was sitting there just a towel away from being totally naked. He did the towel thing most days after a workout unless he had to get out again. By the time school graduation came around, Grant and I had sucked and fucked each other dozens of times. Fucking him was fun, but I really loved laying on my back, spreading my legs, and getting fucked hard while we made out. Each time Garret jacked me to an intense cum as he filled my ass with his teenage sperm. After we finished, there was never any time to just lay there and enjoy the afterglow of our sex. We’d panic and try to dress in time for either mom or Andrew to get home. When my mom and Andrew were home, Andrew was usually in a decent mood. But now and then, he was in a bad mood and would sulk drinking beers. If mom was on the rag being a bitch, he was sort of a dick to me. That’s when his cocky and macho attitude surfaced. When he was in one of those moods, I felt he was talking down to me like a straight guy would belittle a weaker dude. When I complained about work, he’d say something like “be a man and take it”. Or when he wanted the lawn to be mowed, he’d say shit like “I guess I’ll have to do it as MAN of the house since no one else will.” Then as soon as his asshole mood would arrive, he’d be very nice the next day. At the time, the random lara escort moody days perplexed me. When I sensed the bad moods, I didn’t work out with him. Otherwise, we’d take turns on the treadmill and spot each other on the bench and chat and laugh like best friends. I loved those moments but I feared giving myself away. I totally lusted after him despite his moodiness. When he was in a good mood, so was I. First, I got the endorphins from sex with Garrett, followed by workout endorphins, by bedtime I was happily tired (but still jacked off thinking about Andrew). When we worked out, I wondered what his cock looked like out of the shorts. While hovering over me when spotting, the outline of his penis’ head was totally visible with nothing left to the imagination. When he sweated a lot, the ass crack of his shorts was lined with wet spots. I wondered what his sweaty ass must smell and taste like! I loved his hairy armpits–they were constantly on display. By the time we were done with a workout, the room smelled of his wonderful pit stink mixed with mine. I could only aspire to be so macho and hot as he was. Mom seemed to love seeing him in his workout gear. She would pat him on the ass when he passed her on the couch with his butt flexing and dick bouncing. Like I said, he wasn’t overly muscular, just toned with no fat. Which was surprising from all the beer he drank and steaks he ate. He loved to grill food out back and had an enormous appetite. When he ate, it especially turned me on. He grunted and guzzled like a slob. I dreamed of licking the meat juices out of his greasy goatee when he was done eating. His best features from working out was his ass and his upper arms. But I loved it all! When we watched TV on the weekends, he liked to stretch out on the couch in just shorts. I was constantly watching from the corner of my eye hoping for his dick or balls to slips out of the inner leg of the material when he laid down. On Sunday mornings, he showered and then walked around the house in just a towel like he did after some of the workouts. I never saw any dick, balls or ass, but just knowing he was naked under it was such a tease. It was super sexy when he walked out to the lawn in just the towel to get the newspaper. I wondered how many boys or wives were watching every Sunday morning from their windows! = = = Finally, school graduation day came. Garrett and I went out that night with school friends and I invited him to spend the night with me for the first time ever. The following Monday he and his family were going on long vacation and then he was off to college. It was my last time to be alone with him for a long time. On graduation night, we partied at the house of Garret’s gal pal Charlotte. After that, we walked to my place and we sneaked to my bedroom at 2am. We stripped and had wonderful quiet sex. We came so many times that my dick was raw and my ass sore at the end. Early the next morning, no one else was up yet when he got up to leave. I followed him out in my underwear. At the door we kissed like we’d never see one another again. Our tongues wrestled and he moved his hands up under my towel and squeezed my ass. “God, I love fucking you!” he said very low. “In fact, I LOVE you!” We hugged tightly and I felt teardrops on my face. And then he was gone. – – – It was essential to give you this background. I could have skipped it all and just started with the part you perverts want to know about! Now here’s where things change… – – – That morning after Garrett left, mom got up and left to go shopping with Sherry to visit some huge new grocery store grand opening. When I got up at noon, I heard loud noises next to my room. I got up to find Andrew furiously working out. He ignored me as I stood there and cleared my throat. “Sleepin’ all day?” He said nastily. “Must be nice.” “Yeah, I stayed out late. And it IS nice.” He just glared at me as he continued to work out. Flexing his arms with bulging triceps, he kept tight eye contact with me. I felt turned on and uncomfortable at the same time. I turned and walked back to my room and plopped on the mattress. The music turned on as he got on the treadmill and it was turned up very loud to an annoying level. It was like he was doing it on purpose so I couldn’t go back to sleep. I lay there thinking of the sex Garret and I had all night. I pulled the sheets to my face and smelled our combination of cum and sex-sweat smells. I stroked my sore. Penis and managed to squirt out a tiny cumload. Despite Andrew’s extremely loud and rude music, I fell asleep after cumming. For the rest of that day, Andrew didn’t say a word to me! – – A few days later, mom told me they were getting married. They had met four or five months before, but it still seemed sudden to me. I thought mom was just gonna live with him for as long as it lasted to keep her bills paid and then move on to another man. I never guessed I would be getting a stepdad! Their wedding was held in Grandma’s backyard and that was it. A few of their friends came, we all had dinner, and then we went home. That’s when everything changed. Sunday morning after the wedding, Andrew got up after his shower and traipsed around in his towel. I’d seen it before. As usual, he stepped outside a few feet from the from porch and grabbed the newspaper. I always made it a point to be around when he walked out to get the newspaper. I had started to record videos of him secretly. The phone camera picked up his image clearly through the glass storm door. I was ready waiting for his appearance that morning to make such an appearance, but I couldn’t find my phone. When he came out of the bedroom, my eyes bugged out. The towel he had one barely covered his waist. The corners were twisted over his left hip showing the whole upper legs a few inches of butt cheek! The length of it was way above his knees. His dick bounced under the terrycloth as he strutted through the room. His head was freshly shaved bare and he looked so fine for a man in his late forties. He brought in the newspaper and plopped into his huge recliner. As he put his big flawless feet up on the ottoman, the towel slid open more as he leaned backward. His face was covered by the open newspaper, but I could totally see his uncut cock and balls hanging off the edge of the chair! My dick went hard instantly. I had only jogging shorts which were totally tented. I gawked at his flaccid dick. Even soft, the plum sized head was draped in foreskin leaving a perfect circle exposing the purple head within. A large piss slit glistened with a pearl of clear liquid oozing from it. My heart raced as wondered if we were alone. I didn’t hear mom in the house. I stood and glanced around to peer over the couch. I didn’t smell food cooking nor did I hear the washing machine going. He spoke without moving the newspaper. “You mom’s gone grocery shopping!” He lowered the paper and looked right into my eyes. He wiggled his toes and the towel fell open at the waist. His stare didn’t stop. I had to hide my hard on, so turned my back and walked fast to my room and shut the door. I pulled out my dick and rubbed it. Now was the time I needed to make a secret video of Andrew, but I couldn’t find the phone. By odd coincidence, I heard my crazy ringtone blasting from the living room. I pulled on some different and thicker shorts and went back out. I recalled now that I had left it in the kitchen. I quickly left my room to go get my phone, but just as I started around the corner, Andrew’s body stopped me in my tracks! Our bare chests slammed with a slap as I rammed into him. He stood there naked with no towel. Stunned, I stepped backward. He pushed his body on me pressing me against the wall. “You looking for this?” he asked. He held my phone an inch from my face. I could smell his underarms and beer breath. “Yes!” I gasped. He backed off and handed it to me. Then he burped a really nasty burp. He glared at me and walked around the corner. He was very drunk! I wasn’t sure what to do. I walked back to my room and shut the door. I listened to a sexy voice mail left by Garrett a few minutes ago. I smiled in the dark. Thinking of him…thinking of Andrew, I spit in my hand and masturbated. Over the next few minutes, I stopped fantasizing about Garrett fucking me and imagined it was Andrew doing it. How hot it would be–I imagined–to be laying here getting fucked by that older stud with his beer breath huffing in my face while he filled my ass with his cream. As I shot cum into the air, I heard mom’s voice. A loud bang on the door made me jump out of my skin. “Get off your ass and come help your mom with the groceries!” Andrew said loudly. I wiped up my cum and pulled on a pair of jeans. When I got to the garage, I found Andrew grabbing grocery bags from the trunk of mom’s car. He was back in that skimpy towel. The garage was open but no one could see so far from the street. He roughly shoved all the bags toward me and our faces came inches to meeting. “Take these! I’ll get the rest!” I grabbed the plastic bag handles from his hands. As he handed me the last bag, his hand gripped mine and he looked right at me with a scalding look. He squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. I pulled it away forcefully and fled. Just after that, he came in behind me carrying a case of beer and the rest of the bags. With his arms full, his upper arms flexed sexily. Mom came up to him and they kissed. “Thanks babe!” Mom walked off and I started to follow. “Get in here and help put these away!” he shouted. I froze in my tracks. I looked back and he was serious. The tension was thick as we put all the groceries away for mom in silence. When we finished, he looked me up and down luridly. He licked his lips and said, “Okay, you’re done. Go!” I went back to my room and my stomach was in knots. Had I pissed him off? And why? Was it because he was drunk? I was scared and unsure. I wondered if things were going to be different now. I passed off the crotch exposure and nudity as drunken incidents. – – – For the rest of the afternoon, he dozed on the couch in that towel. I sneaked out of my room a few times just to peak around the corner from the hall to see if he was exposed, but mom had put a sheet over him. Later, she told me she was going to run to the mall with Sherry and would be back later. After she had driven off, I crept into the living room to find him snoring. He was on his stomach and the sheet and towel both had come off. His butt was fully exposed. I marveled at its round perfect cheeks. They were smooth, but dark hair peeped out from the center of his tight crack. I was just about to bend over and try to sniff his ass, but I heard the dryer buzz. Quickly, I left Andrew and walked past the kitchen to the laundry room. It was located just before the garage door. On top of the washing machine was another basket of dirty clothes waiting to be washed. My clothes were in the dryer. I got them out and noticed a pair of his underwear on top of the other basket. I grabbed it and sniffed hard. lara eve gelen escort It was raunchy and musky. I took it back to my room with me and jacked off. After I shot my load, I heard Andrew moving about in the hallway. I listened with my ear to the door and heard him pissing in the neighboring bathroom. I imagined hot he must look doing it. I eased my door open just a hair and watched. He didn’t flush. He just left the bathroom and was totally naked without the towel! – – – The rest of the week went by fast. I was lonely and horny for Garrett, but every jack off session started with thoughts of Garrett, but ended with mental images of a naked Andrew when I shot my load. I couldn’t get him out of my head! At work, every cute guy that came into Taco Bell made my dick twitch–I was totally “in heat”. I was digging the older dad types I saw more than the twinks. When it came to lusting over men, I didn’t discriminate. Color and age didn’t matter if the man was hot to me. From the bearded daddies to the skinny teen boys, I wanted them all. However, I was most intrigued by the older men. You can be sure on every lunch break I went to the men’s room to secretly rub one out. I stayed horny all day and night. During the week, I worked out with Andrew a few times. The first time I was too nervous to do it until he knocked on my door and shouted in a friendly way to “get my lazy ass out of bed and exercise”. Again, I assumed his weird actions on the weekend stemmed from him being drunk and I hoped the mood would be less awkward. Things seemed to be back to normal–or were they? When he spotted me while I did chest presses, his dick was just a hair away from touching my forehead! As I pushed the heavy weights upward and my chest heaved, his crotch moved over my face and on the last repetition, his dick rested on my forehead for a few seconds. I immediately smelled unwashed crotch. It smelled liked he had not washed the shorts all week! I knew I had a boner but I pushed harder and shouted as I grunted. I pushed harder than ever getting those weights up. “One more rep dude, you can do it!” I struggled so hard and pushed until my arms collapsed and he pulled the barbell upward helping me. I smelled his crotch. “Holy fuck!” I gasped. “Awesome man. You know your chest is getting bigger than mine.” To emphasize this, he reached down and grabbed my pecs and firmly gripped them hard. I was shirtless and it sent a jolt of electricity to my cock. He moved forward and rested his package on my forehead! His hands started to massage my pecs with fingers rubbing my nipples. “You’re a real stud now, Chris.” Chills ran over me. Just in the other room my mom was watching TV and chatting on the phone to my grandma. With the door wide open, he boldly rubbed up and down my sweaty chest before squatting down. I lay there on my back speechless. He ran his fingers through my sweat soaked hair. His full lips pressed against my ear. Hot breath wafted on my ear as he spoke very softly. “It’s cool bro. At first, I thought I was dreaming that you were into me. When my underclothes would disappear and reappear again, I wasn’t sure.” I was sweating, but my body ran cold. “But when I caught you smooching that pal of yours that morning, I knew it had to be true. You’re hot for me huh?” he said almost in a whisper. “Yea,” I croaked. I felt my face flush hot. He bent down more and kissed me on the forehead. “Forget about that other dude. He’s just a boy. You’re mine now!” He stood up as we heard footsteps in the hall. Then mom appeared and I moved my knee up fast to hide the erection that not even two pairs of underwear could hide. “Let’s say we go out to eat tonight. I’m not in the mood to cook!” She said. “Sounds perfect babe!” I stood up as soon as she was gone and tried to speak. He put his hand over my mouth roughly. “Shhh! I felt his hand slid into the back of my shorts and he ran his finger from my hole up through the damp crack. Then while still holding my chin tightly, he pushed that finger up against his nose and huffed it. “MMMM! Smells so fine!” Then he was gone. I numbly walked to the bathroom to shower. I locked the door and turned on the faucet. As the shower ran, I sat on the toilet naked and jacked my dick. It took five seconds to cum! = = = On the way to the Olive Garden, I rode in the backseat of his SUV. It was just after sundown, but there was light from other cars that allowed me to see his face in the rearview mirror. When he caught me staring at him, gave me a sly wink without interrupting his conversation with mom. The rest of the evening, he bumped into me a lot when getting in and out of the truck and when going into the restaurant. In any chance he got, he gave me a perverted knowing glance. The craziness didn’t affect my appetite though. Instead, I ate more than usual. Eating seemed the way to avoid eye contact or conversation. As we walked out to the truck, he reached around me and playfully patted my engorged stomach. “Pretty hungry tonight huh?” he sniggered. Mom added, “It’s all that exercise y’all are doing. He’s still a growing boy!” “Yeah, growing really big!” Andrew snarked looking down at my crotch without my mom noticing. Walking to the truck in the dark, he walked behind us. I jumped when he unashamedly grabbed my ass! He didn’t care that an old couple was getting out of a huge Lincoln next us. He opened the door for mom and closed it. I opened the back door and climbed in. On the way home, I got those horny winks in the mirror from him again. I was sweating in my armpits like crazy. After we got home, I went to my room and took off my shirt and shoes. Mom called down the hall telling me they were starting a DVD. Reluctantly, I walked to the living room in my jeans. I figured that was the only way to avoid hard-ons from being seen. Feeling it was a safe thing, I sat on the far end of the couch. Andrew usually sat in his oversized recliner. However, this time he appeared from the bedroom in his gym shorts only and sat on the far end of the couch. Mom hopped into his huge recliner in front of us. She said if he wasn’t gonna use it, then she was. As she reclined backwards in the huge chair, Andrew spoke. “I’m gonna stretch the legs buddy!” He stretched out until his big, smooth feet were in my lap! Mom was fiddling with the remote and not paying attention. “Rub `em!” he whispered with a sexy smile. With mom turned away from us, I nervously put my hands on is feet. I started to massage them awkwardly. As the minutes passed by, I started to handle them more sensually. Noticing my change in mood, he boldly lifted one foot to my mouth. Impulsively, I pulled the foot to me and stuffed the long toes in my mouth! He gave me a thumbs up. Then we heard mom lightly snoring with her back to us. For the next half hour, I had no idea what the movie was about. I sucked Andrew’s toes while his other foot rubbed my tented crotch. I felt precum oozing into my underwear like crazy. As I sucked his salty tasting long toes, he rubbed the heel of his foot against my nipples. Suddenly mom’s arms stretched up as she yawned. She stood up and rubbed her eyes. Andrew lowered both feet to a neutral space on my lap. “Hey babe, you can have the chair here and let him stretch out. I’ll lay on this big pillow here on the floor!” Mom said. He looked at me and nodded. I did as she said. However, after she was situated on the carpet on her side, I twisted the recliner to my right to face him and the TV both. Brazenly, with my mom on the carpet on a pillow below him, he stroked his dick through his shorts as I stared in the semidarkness. I nearly had a heart attack when he pushed down the elastic and let his huge boner pop out! He gently jacked it letting the foreskin ride up and down. The huge purple head was exposed. He touched his piss slit and a long rope of precum stringed into the air. He did this again and then licked it off his finger! I was shaken from my dream when he sat up and mom started talking. The movie was over and the credits were running. Mom yawned and said she was going to bed. Like magic, his dick went immediately soft in the shorts. “You coming babe?” she asked him. I looked at the clock and it was close to midnight. “No babe. I’m gonna watch the game I recorded and have a beer!” “Okay,” she yawned. “Good night hon!” She patted me on the shoulder as she passed. When she was gone, he spoke. “Hey buddy, head to the kitchen and get some beer. Bring a six-pack.” I nervously got up and did as told. I walked back to the living room and felt a wet spot forming in my underwear. I offered him the beer, but he took just one. “Open one for yourself!” I shyly removed a can from the plastic and then popped the top loudly. I flinched because I worried mom would hear it. “Don’t worry. She’s gonna be out. You can’t hear a thing back there. And get comfortable. Ditch the jeans!” I pulled off pants and stood there in tented boxers. I drank a long sip of beer and placed it on the end table. “Sit here!” he commanded. He pointed to the space on the couch between his legs. I quietly stood up and sat again. I leaned into his warm chest. His scruffy chin nuzzled my neck and he sniffed deeply. His left hand, still holding his beer, moved under my left arm. The other hand rubbed my stomach. He licked my neck. “You turn me on like nothing else,” he whispered. A chill went over my body. He drank some beer and then stuck his tongue in my ear. My heart was beating so fast. I was so turned on but simultaneously scared of being caught in our embrace. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my crack. I lifted my beer and took sip. “That’s it bud, relax.” I drank several sips from my beer can. He leaned back and moved his can to his mouth and moved his head backwards. He gurgled and swallowed in loud gulps. Then he squeezed the can tightly. He tossed it onto the couch. He opened his second beer. He turned my head with his free hand and pressed his mouth to mine. His hand pulled my chin down and cold beer from his mouth rushed into mine! I gulped it down. Knowing what he was up to, I let him repeat the sexy beer kisses. Once the beer can was empty, his hand crushed it and then slid into my boxers. I jumped has his cold hand gripped my cock. Leaning into him, I turned my head sideways and we kissed hard. His hard dick pressed against my crack through two layers of thin fabric. He spit in his hand and moved it back into my boxers and started jacking me off. I was in sensory overload. I splattered my largest load to date in those boxers. “That’s it sexy, shoot that load!” I moaned loudly with no concern if I was heard or not. When the orgasm waned, I was in a daze. The alcohol buzz mixed with the sex buzz had overwhelmed me. I lay there in his arms as he kissed my neck. With no effort at all, Andrew laid me down and then picked me up! He carried me to my room and lowered me onto the mattress. He got on top of me and kissed me deeply. He pulled my boxers off roughly and stood over me jacking off. He sucked on the cum-laden boxers and beat his meat. With a few grunts only, I felt warm jizz squirting on my face and chest. Then he spoke. “Goodnight you sexy motherfucker! You know I married your mother because of you. Once I knew you could be mine, there was no turning back.” Then I passed out. To be continued…