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My step-dad was an asshole. I hated him from day one. We had a really bad relationship from the start. He married my mom when I was just 2 years old. His name was Stan and he came from the wrong side of the tracks and could never forget this. My grandparents found him a job working for the government as a postal worker and continuously supported both he and my mother all through their marriage. I never understood his appeal, except for his hot body. Stan stood about 5'10, with a tight solid body and an ass that was high and tight. His dick was about average, maybe 5 ½ or 6 ½ inches, but it got rock hard and would stick straight out when he walked. I know so much about what he looked like naked because he constantly walked around the house naked or in tighty whities. My mother stopped bitching at him to wear clothes, so we were all used to the show. I can't tell you how many times I tented up looking at that tight puckered hole staring at me as he rummaged in the refrigerator or when he was lying on the couch with one leg on the wall and one on the armrest with his big nuts flopping to the side as he scratched himself. He was kind of an ape.
Stan and I never mixed well as I said. He was the evil step-dad who constantly made my life hell by berating me or actually beating me for no reason. My mother complained about it, but never cared enough to do anything about it. Stan and I got into it when I was 17 and had grown a foot taller than him and at least thirty pounds of beef heavier than he was. I forget what started the incident, but the end result was me grabbing the asshole and shoving him into a wall where I pressed his face to it and kept it there. My mom broke it up, but from that time on Stan rarely looked my way. He did a lot of muttering under his breath, but who cared?
When I was twenty I was living with a couple of friends and didn't talk too much with my mom or Stan. They had been having marital trouble and there was talk of divorce. There was always talk of divorce, but this time it was serious as my mother had found out Stan had banged several women. This didn't surprise me as being out of character for Stan. When I was young I had discovered his porn stash in the basement and judging by the cum stained magazines, he had a really strong sex drive and the fact that he was a stereotypical asshole redneck. What caught my attention and made me keep going back to his stash was the fact that many of the mags were really raunchy showing both the guys and girls. I loved looking at the pics of guys hard dicks and their tight asses. I knew I was gay from an early age and I think Stan sensed it too. What really surprised me were the books and mags of sex stories. There were more of them than the nudie mags and several of them were bisexual themed. I looked at Stan in a different light. Could he harbor desires for other guys? It wasn't enough for us to get along. Fast forward a few years, my mother had been telling my grandparents she was searching for a divorce attorney and told my grandparents because they would have to pay for it. She told them to tell me to get whatever else I wanted from the house because it would be sold. I called her and set a date to pick up what little I had left there.
Her car wasn't in the drive when I pulled up, but Stan's truck was there. I thought about leaving, but didn't really want to do this again, so I went into the house after knocking at the back door. Stan was in the kitchen nursing a beer and lo and behold he was wearing a pair of shorts. I asked him where my mom was and he said they just had another fight and she took off. He told me she left the house and he followed her to her car where they had a confrontation of sorts. I guess that was the reason for the shorts. Stan was obviously drunk, he was slurring his speech and ranting nonsense. I told him I was there to get my stuff and walked past him to go to my old room.
As I walked past him Stan muttered under his breath: "Punk ass, faggot", barely loud enough for me to hear. I stopped dead and turned around to face him. He was still a sexy guy. The years had been good to him, no extra fat and he was tan and toned, but I still remembered what he had said and we got into a shouting match. After ten minutes I was done and realized how futile it was to argue with a drunk, so I walked away to the dining room. Stan stood up to follow me, but his shorts weren't buttoned and they fell down and so did he. I walked back into the kitchen looking down to see him flopping around drunk trying to extricate himself from his shorts while yelling shit at me. I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough of this asshole and his abuse. I walked over to him, turned him fully onto his stomach and started whaling on his ass. I spanked that drunk ass for a good five minutes and Stan was crying and writhing on the floor. I stopped hitting him and was sickened by what I had done and felt horrible.
Stan was just crying on the kitchen floor. I wanted to comfort him but he started to get mouthy again and yelling crap at me. Most memorable was- "here faggot is this what you want" as he spread his ass cheeks apart exposing his puckered asshole. "Go ahead and rape me too while you're at it. Everyone else hates me too". He was really crying and really drunk. I got him up to a sitting position and looked him in the face and told him I was going to help him get up and sober up a bit. When I did this Stan hugged me and started crying again. He said my mom would not be back. She had told him this. She had also been seeing someone else and would be staying with him from now on. Stan was just sobbing uncontrollably. He also reeked of beer. I suggested a shower and he just gently nodded his agreement
We walked together to the upstairs master bath and I sat him on the toilet while I started the shower. He was gently sobbing and telling me how everyone hated him and he didn't understand it because he loved everyone so much. I just rolled my eyes and tested the water. I maneuvered him in and started to soap up his back. He just hung his head under the water. He had stopped crying. I did his back and he turned around like a little kid and I did his front. I admired his still hot body while I washed him. When I got down to his cock and balls I asked him if he wanted to do them, I had skipped his crack as well. He wouldn't raise his head, I just heard him talk like a little boy saying for me to do it. I started soaping him up and felt his shaft start to harden and rise. It soon was sticking straight out and I began washing his balls cupping them softly and rolling them in my hand to get them clean. Stan's eyes were closed and I wasn't sure how to read him. I grabbed his hard dick and jacked it a little. No response. I turned him around and pushed the soap into his crack and ran it up and down. He reached behind and spread his ass cheeks apart so I could have better access and let me tell you I made sure that asshole had one clean asshole, but I still wasn't sure how he was feeling so I asked him if he was feeling better and wanted to get out. He nodded yes and I shut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry him with. I had him wrapped in the towel to dry his back when Stan leaned forward and kissed me. I was confused. Maybe he was just grateful I was helping him. I didn't know, until he leaned forward and whispered in my ear that he always thought me one of the most beautiful young men he had known and smiled as he looked into my eyes.
Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. When I was growing up he was constantly on me about my hair being in my eyes and he would roughly push it back and tell me that I had a beautiful face and to stop trying to hide it and other similar stuff. I just thought it was more ragging. He also would barge into the bathroom when I was showering to do anything he could have done when I wasn't in there and critique my body, like saying: "all that swimming is starting to show. Your arms are developing nicely. Keep it up". Could Stan have thought I was sexy? I smiled at him and dried him off.
"What now?", he asked me again like a little kid. I hadn't thought that far in advance. I just stared off into space. Stan walked out of the bathroom and into his room falling face first onto the bed. I followed and asked him if he was tired. He nodded yes, but asked me to sit with him for awhile. I went to sit on a chair. Stan patted the bed beside him and I sat down. His nudity was so commonplace to me I just took it for granted. We started talking and we had a really deep conversation about our past history. He told me he was jealous because of all the advantages I had and how he had been raised in a poor family with eight kids who had to fight for everything while my grandparents handed me everything and he thought I needed toughening up as the world was a hard place. I told him how his treatment made me feel. We talked a long time. Finally he seemed nervous and asked me if I felt better now that we had talked. I said yes and then he asked me if I also felt better because I had spanked his ass. I froze not knowing what he was getting at. I sat still for a minute and then nodded my head yes, I did feel better because I had spanked him. He reached behind and gave his ass a big thwack with the palm of his hand.
"I guess I deserve it" he smiled giving himself another slap. He told me how his father used to beat him with a belt. I knew the man and knew it to be true. Stan said onetime he was on his dad's lap getting a spanking for something and he felt his dad's boner poking at him. He said he got hard too and his dad masturbated him, but not enough to make him cum. Stan said he didn't mind if I wanted to hit him some more, as he deserved it for all the times he hit me. I shook my head no and he grabbed my hand and said not to be a faggot and to go ahead and slap his ass like a man. I got pissed off and stood up and slapped his ass so hard he howled in pain and moved his leg away. Then he surprised me by asking me to do it again. "Fuck it", I thought and slapped him again. He said to hit the other cheek too and I spanked that one leaving a red hand print. He nodded his head yes and I spanked again. I was getting horny too and started to get into it. My dick was straining against my jeans as I straddled my prostrate step-dad and beat his ass red. There was a method to my slaps as I tried to aim my blow so that it would part his ass for a second and I could glimpse his manhole. It was the one thing about Stan that always mesmerized me. Stan was humping the mattress and yelling in pain with every slap. He started to shout stuff at me. Stuff that egged me on.
"You like spanking your daddies ass? You like slapping that real man's ass? You fuckin faggot like getting your fuckin faggot jollies spankin on a real man. Go ahead! I can take it. I can take whatever your faggot ass can dish out. Yeah! Yeah I can. You're just a pussy! My old man used to tan this ass black and blue. You've got nothing on him! Fuckin faggot!
Where was this coming from? I never knew Stan to be submissive in anyway. Could he be actually enjoying his spanking? I decided to try something. I licked my middle finger and ran it along the inside of his crack and hole. He was stationary the whole time I did this. I didn't want to push him too far, but he nodded his head. I did it again as I spanked him. He kept nodding his head. I decided to be bolder and sucked on my index finger getting it really wet. I played with his mancunt while spanking his ass.
"That's it faggot! Play with that cunt. Get that cunt all wet and sloppy. Yeah! I can take it! Keep spankin that ass fucker! That ass needs attention. No one ever thinks Stan needs attention, but he does! Keep it up faggot!".
Deciding to be bolder, I lubed up my finger and shoved it in his hole. I swear to you the man shivered as I entered his asshole. He started making funny whimpering noises as I dragged my finger in and out as his ass sucked my finger deeper inside of him. He rode it as I continued to spank him. I shucked my clothes at this point and kept up the assault on Stan's ass. I reached under him and his dick was dripping goo onto the bedspread. I stopped spanking and fingering him to taste his rosebud. When I put my tongue to his hole he almost jumped out of his skin. He backed onto my mouth and bucked his ass into my face. He was a real spitfire yelling- "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My hole has never felt so good! Keep tonguing my fartbox faggot! You like rimming my mancunt, faggot! I fucking bet you do you faggot fuck! Probably been dreaming of rimming your old man's asshole for years. Fuckin faggot! Goddamn that's amazing! Rim me! Rim me! Rim me faggot!".
I willingly obliged him darting my tongue into his ass. I started using my fingers to open up his hole a little more and began slapping my dick at his puckered hole thinking I could skewer him with my cock and show him what a real faggot could do. I positioned my dickhead at his asshole and started to push in when Stan whipped around on the bed and pushed me onto my back.
"What the fuck do you think you're doin faggot. I ain't no homo. You're dick isn't going up my ass cocksucker" he said as he jumped off the bed. I was completely confused now. I couldn't help but notice his rock-hard cock sticking straight up in the air dribbling precum.
"What the fuck, Stan! I thought you were cool."
He shook his head at me and told me to shut the fuck up as he rummaged through the closet looking for something. I was scared wondering what he was looking for. I sat up on the bed and started to rise off when Stan found what he was looking for. He walked toward the bed and threw something at me. It was a huge dildo.
"I ain't a fuckin faggot. You're not gonna cream up in my hole and give me aids motherfucker. This is a marital aide. You use this and the lube in the nightstand" he nodded toward the stand nearest me. I was shocked as I gazed at the "marital aide". It could have been a horse cock. All kinds of questions ran through my mind. Did my mom shove this up his ass, I hope? I started to lose my pep thinking about her and Stan with their toy.
"Hurry up motherfucker. You got me all horned up and ready. Let's go!", bellowed the perv on the bed. He was on all fours waiting impatiently as I opened the drawer.
"Stan, there is no lube in here".
"Oh yeah, check under the bed I just bought some new stuff and was using it this morning." I looked under the bed to find a huge jar of store brand vaseline. Opening it, I noticed some missing and wondered if he had used his toy earlier in the day. The dildo seemed like it had been cleaned off sloppily as it was still kind of sticky and had hair and fiber all over it. I took a tissue and cleaned it as best as I could before slathering it with a good dollop of jelly.
"Do my hole too!"
I rubbed some jelly there too and put the tip to Stan's asshole. He actually flared his cunt lips open a little letting me know he was impatient. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was about to fuck my asshole step-dad with a horse dicked marital aide. If anyone told me this was how my day would have gone, I would have laughed in their face. "Oh well, here goes", I thought.
"Don't be gentle either fucker. I'm a man and can take the pain!"
Right! I shoved it in hard a few inches and he shrieked out- "BITCH!!!!", while pivoting his head around to give me a wtf look. I pushed a little in at a time. I pushed it until around 7" was up his ass and gently pulled the dildo out. His manpussy lips looked so hot grasping the length of the dildo as it slid from his ass. Stan bucked and growled as I raped his manpussy with the huge dildo. He really was enjoying his ride. I pushed almost the whole 10", enormous dildo up into him and he collapsed his top half onto the bed spasming and shouting shit.
"Rape that hole, faggot! You know what I like! You've probably been raped by dozens of guys you hot ass motherfucker! Destroy my hole. Your mom wasn't that into this. She doesn't understand a real man's needs. Sometimes a man needs a man to fuck his hole and make him feel like the fuckin bitch he is sometimes. Know what I mean fucker? Yeah you know. You want my huge dick up your ass? I bet you do. Probably been dreamin about your ole man's horse cock up your guy hole. I bet you let those hot roommates take turns breedin you. You cunt!"
So much conflict going on in my mind as he's spewing his shit. My mom did this for Stan? I have never thought of Stan as "my ole man" in any form. Does he think about me getting fucked? Where is the huge horse cock he's going to fuck me with? As I reach out to stroke his rigid cock I can feel the precum dripping out. He's dripping all over the place.
My asshole step-dad is a sex maniac! He turns over and the dildo is yanked from my hand. Stan lies on the bed and begins shoving the dildo into his hole and moaning.
"Get your fuckin faggot lips on daddies cock, whore! Lick up all that jizz. You want to taste the seed that made your sister?" I had a half-sister who adored her dad, unlike everyone else who knew him. "Fuckin suck my cock you bitch. It's not going to be long now before I drain my sack down your throat. I want you taste a real man's cum. You're gonna guzzle every drop. You lose even a drop and I'm gonna beat you for it."
What an asshole. Still, I did take his cock in my mouth and sucked him waiting for his big eruption.
"Sit up fucker! Sit up and look into my eyes. I want you to see how a real man takes a schlong up his pussy! You watchin that shit? Look at that cunt!" He removes the dildo from his ass and blooms his hole. "Look at that fuckin pussy. I bet I could please any of your faggot friends better than you do. You probably whimper and cry when you're getting the shit fucked out of you dontcha? That's not how a real man does it." The dildo goes all the way back in. "Fuckin look into my eyes pussy. You watchin this shit? Fuckin faggot! I see you getting mad when I'm talkin dirty to you. You watchin me destroy my cunt? Why don't you do something about it fucker? Why don't you go ahead and slap my face if you don't like what I'm sayin. Go ahead pussy. Slap daddies face. I bet you don't have the balls to hit your old man!"
I slap him hard across the face with a loud crack. He nods and mouths for me to do it again calling me a pussy and a faggot. I slap him again matching my hand print on the opposite cheek. I slap him several times feeling so good I start jerking my cock as I slap the pussy as he rams himself with his "marital aide". I can't help calling him the same names he's been calling me all these years, all the faggots, pussies, pansies and various other put downs come back to me and Stan smiles as I call him each one.
"I'm getting close fucker! Yeah daddies dick is about to blow. You gonna watch the show? You gonna suck up daddies cum? Get your mouth on daddies dick. Now!!!"
I start sucking his cock as it explodes in my mouth and Stan writhes all over the bed shouting all kinds of obscenities while bucking down hard on the dildo. I know it's a cliché that everyone cums like a geyser in these things, but he did. I was damned impressed. He kept writhing and spasming all over the bed. He yelled at me to get the dildo out of his ass and I yanked it free harder than I meant to and he shouted at me some more for being a rough asshole.
While Stan was recovering I decided it was my turn to cum and I started jacking my dick and feeling his dick and balls. Stan slapped my hand away from him.
"What the fuck faggot! I'm done! Don't be doin that faggot ass shit here. You go play with your meat someplace else. Get your shit and go home pussy. You don't live here!"
With that he rolled over onto his stomach and pretended to fall asleep. "Fuck you asshole!", I shouted at him jacking my dick even harder. It didn't take me long to shoot my load all over his back. Luckily, it had been a few days since I had jacked it and my load was pretty big too. He sat up and started to yell shit at me, but I just got dressed, looked through my belongings and left.
We did some more stuff together, Stan almost always was drunk when we did. He and my mother divorced and she went on to marry another guy she met a few years later and divorced him too. Stan also remarried. We lost touch except when I would visit a local cruising park and would see him playing with other guys. I even played with him there a couple of times watching him sit on a dick while he sucked another guy off. He rode that dick like a jockey on a thoroughbred. From what I heard from other people Stan remained an asshole. Most people did not like him. I have mixed feelings. I know he is an asshole, but I also know why he was such an asshole. Still I did have fond memories of watching him ride his "marital aide" and draining his dick down my throat.