Eager experiences with my stepdad as he teaches me
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always admired my stepdad. His hairy chest, tight torso, powerful legs, and hard muscles always caught my attention. When he worked, nothing ever seemed to heavy for him or to big. I also appreciated how he could do any kind of job around the house and how he always took care of us. In addition, he possessed what I might later call an “alpha” personality. In my mind he was like a super hero.
One of my earliest memories is admiring his muscles and asking him to flex them. Then I asked if I could hang from his arm. Afterward I made a comment about how they were bigger than my dad’s. Mom said something about him being bigger in lots of ways and they laughed. I didn’t understand at the time but the memory stuck with me.
The other stark memory (and one that I can still hear in my mind) is of waking up in the middle of the night to hear the loud noises coming from his and mom’s bedroom. Almost every night, without fail, I would be awakened by rhythmic and powerful thumping sounds accompanied by my mom’s voice rising: “Oh Jim! Oh God! Oh sir! Oh Yes! Yes!.” Sometimes she would almost sound incoherent: “I can’t! I can’t! It’s … ooooohhhh!” followed by “Oh yes! Harder!” There were also whimpers and moans and cries. I didn’t understand all the details, but I still knew exactly what was happening.
The next morning, as my stepdad prepared our breakfast in nothing but his underwear, I would sit at the counter bar on my stool and look at the scratches on his back. I would also steal glances at the prominent, soft bulge in his white briefs.
Later, after he had showered and dressed, he would stand by the front door and call out “Diane, I’m leaving.” Mom would almost run from the bathroom where she was going through her own morning routine. Dressed in a robe and panties, she would hurry to him, put her hands up on his chest, and lean into him. They would share a long deep kiss. Mom’s breathing would get heavy with more small sounds.
When we watched television in the evenings they would sit together on the couch. Mom was always cuddled up next to him, practically sitting in his lap. His legs were always spread in what today would be called a “man spread” and his hand was usually placed casually between Mom’s thighs. Eventually, she kiss his chest and shoulder and he would say to me: “Time for bed.”
One Saturday morning during my teen years, I got up and went into the kitchen. Mom was the one up preparing breakfast. I took my usual place on the stool at the kitchen counter. When everything was almost ready she said “Go wake up your daddy.”
I went to their bedroom and saw him for the first time. He was lying on his back, completely naked. The covers were off to the side and a single thin sheet barely covered his lower half. His eyes were closed and his breathing was still deep and restful.
I walked up, carefully moved the sheet aside, and looked down at what I had wanted to see for so long. My eyes traced the line of hair from his tight stomach down to the dark bush. His dick was soft but still thick and long with a bulging vein along the side. His cock draped across his thigh revealing his big balls hanging between his open legs.
I whispered quietly “daddy” to make sure he was still asleep. He didn’t respond. I reached down my hand and touched his manhood. Still no movement. So I took it in my hand. It was heavy. Caught in the moment I caressed it. With his eyes closed he said “Diane.” I dropped his dick which slapped his leg with a “thwack” sound. He still didn’t open his eyes. I worked up my nerve, bent over, and kissed the head. He started to move so I quickly recovered. Moving the sheet back over him I touched his firm chest and gently shook him. “Daddy, breakfast is ready.”
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Some time later, Jim took me to mow his mother’s lawn. As we rode in the truck we started to talk. I guess he and mom had decided it was time for him to explain sex to me. He said “We know you like boys and we want you to know that’s okay.” I was so relieved and happy. He went on, “I even had an experience with another guy when I was in school.” He told me how his friend had asked him what it was like to fuck a girl. Then the friend had given him a handjob while Jim told him about having sex with his girlfriend.
When we got out of the truck, before he unloaded the mowing equipment, I ran up to him just like mom and threw myself into his arms. He hugged me close. When he released me I let my hands fall down his torso and “accidentally” brushed the bulge in his pants.
On the way back home, I scooted over next to him on the bench seat of his pickup. He didn’t seem to mind. He even put his arm around me. I daringly rested my hand on his leg next to but not quite touching his dick.
We rode in silence for a bit before he asked, “Have you had any experiences yet?” I shook my head no. “Do you want one?” “Yes,” I said quietly.
He pulled into an alley and parked. I put my hand on his chest and he drew me in and kissed me. I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. As I pulled him out of his underwear he was already getting hard. I couldn’t believe I was holding the dick that had made my mom scream in ecstasy and pain almost every night.
I lowered my head and again kissed it, just as I had in secret sometime before. His hand rested on the back of my head and caressed my hair. I took as much of him as I could in my mouth and stroked and sucked him. I got so into it that he had to pull me off when he was about to blow his load. I quickly grabbed a handful of shop towels to catch the thick ropes of cum that shot from his dick.
After I put him back in his pants, I again cuddled up next to him. “Thank you, daddy.” He again kissed me. “You’re already pretty good, son.”
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Jim and I We several more encounters in the pickup.
From then on, when I woke up to the bedroom sounds, I would not only listen but would jack off thinking about myself in mom’s place with him doing that to me.
One Friday morning, Jim caught me by the arm before leaving the house for the day. He pulled me in close. “Your mom is going to check up on her parents this weekend.” I smiled back at him. We would have Friday night, Saturday, and all of Sunday morning together before her return.
I made dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, just like mom. We watched television on the couch where I cuddled up next to him. He placed his hand between my thighs, just like mom. When the night got late, I kissed his chest and shoulder, just like mom. He looked at me. “Time for bed.”
He stood, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to his bed. I spread my legs and he moved between them. We kissed. I wrapped my arms around his back as I felt him growing. I got loud, just like mom.
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