Don’t Tell Mom, Part 2: Crossing the Line

Step-Dad(You can read part 1 here)

It’s been two weeks since my step-dad walked into my bedroom to find my buddy giving me a blow job and he still hasn’t said a word about it. I’m not sure what to make of it, but he doesn’t seem to care.

It’s 3:00 am on a Friday night and I’m laying here in bed on top of my sheets, trying not to think of my step-dad, Mitch. Thinking about him makes my dick hard, but I can’t stop thinking about him. Mitch stayed out late with his buddies, probably at some bar, but I heard him come home over an hour ago. The house is silent and I assume he is asleep.

I wonder if Mitch sleeps naked.

My right hand slides under my sweat pants as I picture Mitch’s muscular body asleep in his bed, lying on his stomach with the covers down past his ass. I imagine sneaking into his room and sliding into his bed—the bed he used to fuck my mother in—and him wrapping his massive arm around me and pulling me into him. I stroke my dick, imagining it is his big hand rather than mine, and I picture him curling up behind me so that I can feel his hard cock throbbing against my smooth ass. I lick my middle finger push it inside my ass, wishing it was Mitch’s cock pushing into me instead.

I want it to be real so bad I swear I can smell him, can taste him. This is crazy. I need to stop jacking off and get some sleep. I force my hands away, yawn, and stretch my arms over my head. My pits stink and I need to piss.

I roll out of bed, pull on my boxers and head down the hall towards the bathroom. There’s a soft light coming from the open door of the master bedroom and I can’t stop myself from peeking inside to find Mitch, stripped down to a hot pair of white boxer briefs, asleep on his back. Continue reading

The Younger Man – Part 2

221844.55540046_500(Click here to read Part 1 of this story)

I allow Trent to continue sleeping for fifteen minutes or so until the sensation of my throbbing cock against his muscular ass begins to drive me insane. I lick the back of his neck and chew on his ear until he finally turns toward me with a smile. “You let me fall asleep.”

“Just a little bit.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

I want to tell him how much I love watching him sleep, having his young muscled body against me in my bed like this, and that I would happily lie here all night. Instead, I say “I wanted you to build up enough energy for round two.” Continue reading