Don’t Tell Mom, Part 3: Breaking all the rules

Step-Dad(Read part 1 here)

I know I’m insane to be doing this, but here I am jacking off and licking my step-dad’s chest while he is passed out in his bed: The bed my mother slept in up until she left Mitch and I last month for some guy in Utah. I know it’s wrong on so many levels, but I’m getting close to shootings and can’t stop.

My eyes are locked on the growing bulge in Mitch’s white boxer briefs. I move to rub his crotch when Mitch wakes with a gasp and grabs the back of my head before I know what is happening. He holds my head against his chest as his eyes slowly focus on me. I can’t bring myself to take a breath.

“Kevin?” Mitch mumbles, sounding somewhat like an accusation rather than a question. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I don’t make a sound: There’s nothing I can possibly say to make this right. I turn my head to see his green eyes trying to make sense of the situation. Mitch’s muscular body is tense but he looks more confused than angry, and I suspect he may still be drunk. Aware Mitch can easily kick my ass without even working up a sweat, I quickly weigh my options and choose the path of greatest resistance and greatest potential reward. Mitch isn’t a violent man and I figure the worst that he’ll do is knock me out of his bed.

That, and kick me out of his house.

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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

The Younger Man, Part 1

younger manTrent hit me up online a few weeks ago and has been aggressively pursuing me until I finally agreed—against my better judgment—to invite him over tonight. Don’t get me wrong: I have no complaint about a sexy, muscular jock wanting to climb into my bed; but I’m a little wary about our difference in age. I just celebrated my forty-seventh birthday last week, making me 24 years older than Trent.

He shows up at my door with a hint of a smirk on his scruffy face, his hazel eyes dancing as he introduces himself. At 5’10” he is only a few inches shorter than me but his lean, athletic body makes me feel like a giant in comparison. He pats me on the arm like an old friend and glances around my living room before finally looking up at me. This boy is fucking beautiful, yet oddly masculine for someone so young. Continue reading

Don’t Tell Mom, Part 1: Hot for my step-dad


My mom left Mitch, my step-dad, last week without much fuss or warning. She simply took a few of her things and moved to Utah to be with the asshole she met last year at some business conference, leaving me here with Mitch. I guess I should be more upset, but she’s been a total bitch these past few months and now the house is finally chill. I can’t help but suspect she has been planning on leaving for a long time and that she was just waiting until I turned 18 last month. I feel bad for Mitch, but he seems kind of relieved as well and said he has no problem with me staying here in his house until I finish High School and figure out what I want to do after that.

Mitch has always been cool and while he never seemed interested in playing the role of my father, he has always treated my like family. He feels more like a brother to me than a step-dad, but that is probably due to the fact he is only 16 years older than me. Mitch is also a fucking stud and I’m surer he can do better than my mom. He’s 5’11 with a worked out body, wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes and perfect teeth. He looks like a model yet makes bank as a stock broker here in Phoenix. Mitch has been my jack-off material since he married my mom five years ago and I can’t even look at him when his shirt is off without getting hard.

In fact, Mitch is who I’m fantasizing about right now as my buddy, Alex, is on his knees sucking my dick here in my bedroom. Alex and I were on the junior varsity and varsity wrestling team together and we started messing around last year. Although we are both in the same weight class of 152, we are polar opposites: I am lean, smooth and relatively tall at 5’10 with brown hair and eyes, where he is stocky, hairy and is barely 5’6” with blond hair and blue eyes. Alex is a powerful fucker and is all legs, and he won the county tournament in our weight class earlier this year.

It isn’t that Alex is ugly or anything; I’m just not really all that into him. However, he is one of only three dudes I’ve ever messed around with and he loves sucking dick without expecting anything back, which I love. He already made me shoot once today here on my bedroom floor, and he seems determined to milk another load out of me. I’m on my back, hands behind my head with my eyes closed as he is working hard when my bedroom door pops open and Mitch walks in. Continue reading