Watching My Stepdad

My mom and her husband are kind of hippies, in that they are very natural people, who appreciate nature, and all things Vegan. My dad is a business owner in and from Chicago, and at an early age, my mom moved me out to rural Illinois, and eventually met and married her husband, and he and his son moved in with us in our country house. My mom has an apartment in Chicago for work, but I've only been there a few times for last minute shopping trips for school, and when a truck had gone off road, and hit the transformer for our neighborhood, and the power was out for a few days. 

My stepbrother had moved on campus his freshman year, which left me alone with our parents, and very little human interaction. They spent almost all of their free time outside, or lying around the house naked, or semi-clothed. My mom is beautiful, and timeless, and although she loves fashion, she's very limited with designers who use vegan leather, and provide "conscious" lines, which are environmentally friendly, and also recycled materials (Stella McCartney is her favorite, for those of you who follow fashion). 

One day, in early fall, I was moving some boxes of old clothes after having shopped for some new school clothes, and taking them out to my car to drop off at the donation bin near the co-op in town. I also had a couple of boxes in my stepbrother's room that he asked me to drop off for him, as well. We'd grown close over the few years of living together, and he had become more of a brother than I thought he would, having had a rough start early on (typical, and has nothing to do with the story). Mom was in the city for the week, finishing up a design project for her company, and having a few days left of Summer, I had decided to re organize my room, and get everything set how I wanted it, before school started and I had no time. 

I was bringing down another box, and I'd noticed the green house doors were open. I decided to take a break, and check things out. With mom being gone, I knew she'd be pissed if animals had gotten into the green house. The pathway to the green house was cobbled with smooth stones, and made very little sound when walked upon. There was a slight breeze in the open walkway, and I heard the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, the birds singing, and the slight creaking of the glass doors shifting in the wind. I walked through the opening, into the thick warmth of the house, filled with plants, trees, and succulents. I was enjoying running my hands over a pear tree, when I heard some movement toward the back of the green house. My mom had installed a king canopy bed a few years ago, on a raised platform, surrounded by boxwoods, and flowers. She would take "fairy naps" during the day, surrounded by the natural beauty. The house was kept well, so there were few instances of bugs overtaking the space, which is why I had wanted to close the doors. The white metal bed frame was draped in mesh netting, and just under a painted glass ceiling panel, so it created this rainbow of light over the platform the bed was on (I told you, hippies). 

I peeked around the pear trees, seeing my stepdad in all his glory, on top of the bedding, fully nude, with a very large erection, running his hands up and down his body. He had his hair tied up on top of his head, and his overalls and clogs were on the floor. I had seen him numerous times in this state, but usually making his coffee, reading a book, or casually walking through the hall from their end of the house. We'd always had open conversations, and even as a teen, he'd explained how natural masturbation was, and we should not be ashamed of our bodies, and that in our house, there was an open door policy. I'd only walked in on he and my mom once, while she was giving him head. I was going to say goodnight, and walked into their room, seeing her kneeling before him, his headed tilted back, with his hair down to his waist, and his arms casually criss crossed behind his neck. My mom had turned, giggling, as she said goodnight, and my stepdad smiled, and greeted me with his hard, sloppy wet dick pointing directly at me like nothing was wrong.

After that point, my views of sex and sexuality were very light and casual. The day after walking in on them, he made his coffee as usual, as I sat at the bar with my cereal. He stood on the other side, asking if I had any questions about fellatio or oral sex? I shook my head and said that it seemed enjoyable, but I'd never had experienced it before. He growled and closed his eyes, and just said "it's almost better than penetration." I had felt my face becoming red, but kept eating, as he described the feeling of a wet mouth around your shaft and balls. He casually sipped his coffee stating that when you find someone you love, you can explore all of your body with them, and experience sex in a whole new way, because you're sharing yourself with that person. He became very erect while we chatted, and continued to sip his coffee. I was listening, but also noticed the pre cum that had begun to ooze out of his dick head, which was slowly moving up and down as we talked. He was so hairy around his dick, and then the dark hairs swirled up past his belly button, and got darker again at his chest, up toward his neck. His nipples were hard, and poking out of the dark hairs, and his beard was thick and curly, brushing against his collar bones. His abs were slightly visible, and flexed in and out while he spoke. When he raised his coffee cup up to his mouth, I could see his toned arms flex with each motion, and when he noticed me staring at the pre cum, he stopped talking, and calmly set his coffee cup down. "Do you ever pre cum?" I blinked and looked up. "Oh, no, sorry." "Don't ever apologize. Curiosity is how we learn." He walked around the bar as I gulped. I watched his body flex as he walked, and soon he was standing next to me. I could feel his body heat envelope me, as I sat in my tented boxers, eating my soggy cereal. "It prepares you for intercourse, but can also be used to self lubricate during masturbation." I nodded, and tried to look him in the eye, but I kept glancing down, because there was now a long stream of pre cum waving back and forth in the morning light. He calmly reached down, and scooped it up, while he took his other hand, and squeezed his shaft from the base, pulling his fist toward the head, as a large amount of pre cum drained out of the tip. He grunted softly, as he swiped his finger up over the head, and twirled it around, collecting a dime size gob in the palm of his left hand. He held it up, and moved his other finger through the puddle. "You can literally lube yourself up with this stuff, it's incredible. He noticed my silence and excused himself, as he took his coffee cup. I felt awkward, but also curious as I dumped the remainder of milk in the sink, and rinsed my bowl. On my way back toward the stairs, I peeked down the hall to their room, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, mostly out of view, but I noticed his arm moving back and forth, and softly giggled as I went up to my room. That had always been our relationship though, totally open, and nothing was a secret. 

So back to the green house! I continued to watch my stepdad softly caressing his hairy body, occasionally playing with his beard, and tugging at his balls. while his shaft arched up and down, glistening in the rainbow of light, slick with his pre cum, assuming he'd been going at this for awhile His eyes were closed, and he'd occasionally arch his back, or move his legs up in a butterfly posture, pulling at his balls, and tugging at his shaft. I felt myself becoming hard, imagining this experience for myself, in the warmth of the green house, surrounded by nature, in this colorful lighting, on the softest recycled sheets you'd ever imagined. He looked almost angelic, and completely natural, like out of a vintage film. 

I adjusted my dick in my boxers, feeling the cold wetness of pre cum that was oozing out of my shaft. I wanted so much to lie next to him, and explore my own body the way he was shamelessly exploring his own. I kept glancing behind me, to make sure I wasn't being watched, the way I was watching him. As much as I knew he'd be open, I still had a small level of shame in watching this man in a most intimate moment. 

He was breathing heavier, and his legs were stretched out, his toes pointing toward the foot of the bed. He crossed his arms over his face, and I could see him tensing and releasing his entire body, his dick arching up and down against his thick bush, his balls tight up against the sides of his shaft. He was letting out these low growls, and moans, and then I heard him do a quick intake of air, as his dick started bobbing up and down, and small drops of cum began to shoot out of his dick, as he winced, and gasped. His dick shot out a few more small drops, bobbing up and down, and then it was a small dribble, as he relaxed his body, and moved his arms from his face. His eyes were still closed, as he began to move his hands over his body, and tugging on his balls again. I watched in amazement, but wondering why he came so little. 

He started to growl again, and he arched his back, pointing his toes straight down toward the foot of the bed, and letting go of his dick, as his bobbed up and down, shooting out a few more drops of cum. He had his arms up, holding onto the metal headboard, as he slowly worked his hips up and down, his dick bobbing up and down, dribbling out more cum. He was smiling, and giggling softly, as he worked his hips with slight thrusts. He relaxed again, and stretched out, flat against the bed, with his dick still pointing up, hard as a rock. I was realizing he was having multiple orgasms, and completely in awe at this point, my dick throbbing in my shorts, completely coated with pre cum, as my boxers felt cold and wet against my skin. I adjusted myself again inside my shorts, as I watched my stepdad start to slowly work his shaft and balls over with his fists. He was loudly moaning and sighing at this point, controlling his breathing with little gasps and intakes. 

He was methodically thrusting his hips up, as he twisted his closed fists around his shaft and dick head. He was glistening from head to toe, until the lighting, his body hair matted against his tan body. He let out short little laughing sounds, and soon his legs were crossed, and he was reaching up for the headboard rails again, grinding his hips and humping the air. His balls were high and tight against the shaft again, and he let out a "fuck!" as he shot out a thick stream of clear cum, splattering it up across his hairy body. He moaned and groaned, and growled as he shot out a thicker load than I'd seen from even myself. He let go of the headboard, and took hold of his shaft again, and quickly started jacking himself, his cum creating loud fapping sounds that echoed around the green house. I kept glancing over my shoulder, still wondering if someone else had joined us, as he continued to grunt and moan. I watched in literal shock as he bit his lip, and started whimpering, shooting out another load. His face contorted, and his lips were quivering, and he almost looked like he was going to cry, his whole body a darker shade, and covered in sweat. He continued to dribble out cum, as he relaxed his whole body, and his face relaxed as he lay there, giggling, covered in cum. 

I had forgotten where I was for a moment, but all of a sudden I heard "Jag?" as I blinked, coming to attention, seeing him looking at me, a wide eyed look on his face. I gulped, and stood their awkwardly. "I didn't realize you were out here." He sat up, and moved to the edge of the bed. "Oh, sorry, I saw the doors opened and - " "It's ok, I'm not mad. I just -" he got up from the bed, and then his eyes rolled back, as he bit his lip, and he emitted a low growl, as he hunched over, cupping his hand in front of his crotch. He sat back down, and I noticed his dick arch up, and a short spout of cum shot out of the tip. "Gaaahhhhhhhhhh...fuck." He lay back agains the bead, rolling his head back and forth, his dick arching up and down, dribbling out cum. "Haaaha....fuuuuccckkkkkkk." He looked completely drunk, but his dick seemed to keep arching and falling against his wet body. 

I felt bad having seen this very intimate side of him, and slowly stepped back, making my way out of the green house. I got back to my room, and immediately stripped out of my clothes, and jacked a quick load into my boxers, before I started my shower, and stepped in. I quickly rinsed myself off, and was toweling off, walking through to my room, and saw my stepdad leaning against my desk, a very short piece of mesh fabric lightly tied at his waste, his body still wet with sweat and cum, and his hair was now in sweaty locks, falling around his waist and damp with sweat. He smiled as I walked in, tying my towel around my waist. "How is the packing going?" "It's good. I have almost everything out that needs to be donated." He nodded, and shifted his weight against the desk, crossing his arms. "You know, with your mom out of town, I get very worked up, and as a man, I know you know we need release." "I know. You guys probably fuck like rabbits." He laughed and nodded. "I do love your mom." I sat on my bed, quickly realizing I could see up the fabric, and his hairy balls and dick head were clearly visible. I looked up. "We've always been open with you, and I feel like today was a different kind of openness. I didn't intend on sharing that moment with you, but I do want you to know that I often times will allow myself to save up my energy, and after a few days, it's possible to have a complete body orgasm as you witnessed, I'm assuming?" I nodded, trying not to look down. "It's so natural and beautiful and wonderful, and an experience I hope you enjoy some day." He pulled the chair out from under the desk, and sat down, his groin in complete view now. "I hope that you know you can ask anything, and I'll explain whatever you need explanation of." "I know." "Ok, I'm going to clean up, but I'm glad we shared this experience." He got up, as the fabric slid off, and he quickly grabbed it, his dick swinging freely, still wet with cum and sweat, as he walked out of the room, and down the stairs. I stood up, dropped the towel, and started jacking as I looked for my dirty boxers...