When my mother gave up on her marriage, I gave in to my lustful inclinations.
"I shouldn't let you do that, son."
He could not bring himself to look down at me but I did not sense even the slightest bit of resistance. I was on my knees and in between his legs as he sunk into our living room couch. My left hand was lightly stroking his hairy thigh while my right hand held his cock firmly at its base.
"When was the last time my mom jerked you off?" I asked him.
"It's been a few years, it's been a long time," he replied sheepishly while his head was thrown back.
I rested my head on his thigh and sighed deeply. Up, down, up, down. I stroked his cock from the base to the middle of his length. As a man, I knew that it was very much possible to rapidly stroke a cock to completion in a matter of minutes. But I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible since there was no way to tell if it would happen again. That's the thing about straight men having their first homoerotic experience. The post-nut clarity will make or break them. But in this moment my step-dad was beginning to warm up to the idea that his wife's oldest son was stroking his rock-hard cock eagerly and intently.
"Listen, George. I really want to make you cum. Like, you don't know the half of it. I've been trying to get your dick in my face for years now and I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste. But before I let you fuck my hand, I need to hear you say you want this."
I knew he did. I knew he wanted to take me for everything I would offer, but he desperately held on to whatever fleeting sense of normalcy he weakly entertained. We sat alone at the dinner table ten minutes ago talking about my mother (his wife) and her "secret" boyfriend. Just five minutes ago I grabbed his hand and led him to the living room and unbuckled his pants.
"Please don't tell anyone. Promise me you won't say anything about this ever for as long as you live," he pleaded. "But yes, I really want this. Please make me cum. I need it, son, I need to let it all out."
"Oh you really want to take it there, don't you daddy?"
I felt his cock jolt as if it was struck by lightning and he immediately looked down at me with his mouth wide open and his eyes just as big. I began kissing his inner thigh as I stroked the length of his penis from top to bottom. His legs opened wide and he covered his face with his hands as he let out a deep, guttural moan.
"Son, why are you so good at this?" asked George.
I stopped kissing his legs for a moment to remind him that I too have a cock. We laughed and I got back to work.
"Son, fuck... It feels so good."
"I know, daddy. I know."
I pulled my kisses away and started pumping his dick with a sense of urgency. Up, down, up, down. Truthfully speaking, I had jerked more than a few cocks. The first was my teen best friend during a moment of sexual exploration and spontaneity. I initiated that interaction and took great joy in letting my favorite boy blast my throat with his cum. The second time was for one of my "freakier" girlfriends. She had a humiliation kink (though we both didn't know what that was at the time) and she loved watching me stroke her cousin. She would sit back and rub her clit raw as I tugged him relentlessly and after he'd blown his load I would proceed to pound her into her mattress. The third cock I milked belonged to a man who led worship at the church I used to attend. He was so obviously gay and I couldn't help but take him for a spin during a one-on-one "bible study" at his house. I recollect these memories fondly.
George was spread out on the couch and comfortably sunk into his place. I let my left hand roam freely across his body as I slapped his cock against my cheek. His precum was dribbling out of his cock head and I began drawing on my face with his piece.
"Son, I love you so much. I have always loved you. You know that right?" he panted.
"Mhmm, daddy. I know you love me. Thank you for always taking care of me. Thank you for raising me and loving me as your own. I'll never be able to repay you but I do hope you're feeling really fucking good right now." I moaned these words at him and I saw his eyes glaze over with lust as he hit the point of no return.
"Oh fuck... You're gonna make me fucking cum. You know what, you're going to make me blow my fucking load."
"Yeah? Oh yeah you're gonna cum for me?"
"Shit shit shit shit shit..."
"Oh fuck, daddy. I always knew you had a big fucking dick. I love stroking your big fat dick. Can I squeeze your hairy balls? Can I play with your heavy ballsack?"
We were both lost in our horniness. This man had known me my entire life. He married my mother and stepped in to raise me when my biological father left. He taught me everything I know and now I was on my knees milking his dick for everything it was worth. I was stroking him because my mother had decided that she didn't need to take care of him anymore. She walked away from the man who gave her everything and now I was doing my part to show him how much I appreciated him.
"I'll always be here for you, Daddy. Do you like that? Can I call you Daddy? Yeah, that's what I'll call you when we're all alone from now on."
"Fuck me, son. I can barely talk I'm about to blow..."
My own dick was desperately trying to break free so I pulled it out and started pounding it while simultaneously pounding George's.
"I'm going to take care of your needs now, alright Daddy? Don't worry about it. I'll stroke this big dick for you whenever you ask, okay? And if you want to put it down my throat I'll gladly open my mouth for you. I'll do anything for you, Daddy. I promise."
George stood up and ran both his hands through my hair, gripping my head in the process. I remained on my knees as he looked down at me grunting and moaning his way towards release. I pumped harder. My grip tightened. The pace of my strokes sped up. I spit on the head of his cock to prevent him from drying out and I pumped vigorously again and again and again.
"It's time, Daddy. Give me that nut. It's time to give me your cum. I want it Daddy. Cum for me. Cum. Cum now. Please Daddy. Please give it to your boy. Cum all over my face, cum for me."
"Oh fuck oh fuuuuccccckkkk FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M CUMMING GIVE ME YOUR MOUTH!"
In that moment I guided his daddy dick into my throat and tugged on his ballsack as he pumped rope after rope of the creamiest, thickest cum into my mouth. His legs nearly gave out mid-orgasm but I held him in place and made sure he gave me everything he had.
"Fuck, George. What a fucking load."
His entire body was limp as he sunk back into the sofa.
"I want you to know that I got you, George," I said softly. "As long as I'm around, you will always be satisfied. Now I need you to open your eyes and watch me cum on your dick."
He sat up quickly as I rose from my knees and started stroking right over his now flaccid penis.
"Ok daddy, ok daddy, ok daddy, I'm cumming daddy, I'm gonna cum daddy. Daddy, daddy, daddy, I'm cumming, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."
We locked eyes as my cock spit out rope after rope of sweet cum all over his dick and balls. My body trembled as every drop of cum shot out of my balls and onto his. I collapsed on top of George and he embraced me and held me tight against him.
In that moment, I knew that our relationship would never be the same. We went from a normal step-father step-son relationship to a purely sexual arrangement. As much as we hoped that things would remain "normal," we could only think about getting each other off every time we'd get together. There was no more BBQ's or fight nights. We crossed a line that we could not return from. But our newfound sexual relationship could not have been born because at the end of the day, it was built on trust. We were only able to seek the pleasure and release of sexual gratification together because of our reciprocated unconditional love.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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