SEDUCING MY STEPFATHER Part 2 of 11 By Zane McGuire
A few more drinks and some idle chit chat about meaningless stuff and Jake and I were still relaxing on the couch. He had become more relaxed as the night wore on and was presently sitting comfortably in the crook of the couch, one leg draped over the edge, the other extended. His socked foot rested just a hair's breadth away from my leg. He was leaning back with his arm behind his head and let me tell you... it was a sight! This sexy, hairy man... my stepfather... splayed before me so casually and yet so sensually.
"So..." I said, when the conversation came to a lull. "What happened to Mike?"
He grimaced slightly, probably didn't think I noticed. "I told you, we fell out of touch."
"How come?"
"No reason, it just happens."
"It wasn't because he was gay?"
He gave me "the look" and shook his head. "You know me better than that, kiddo."
"Well there must have been some reason. You said you grew up with him."
"It was... complicated." I could sense there was something more there, and I wasn't willing to let it go so easily.
"Jake, I wanna ask you something. You don't have to answer, but I still want to ask."
"Sure, buddy, you know you can ask me anything?"
Oh man, what an invitation. Can I suck your cock? Can I fuck your hairy ass? So many options! "Did you ever do anything... you know... with Mike."
He chuckled (which, honestly, surprised me.) He took a draw form his beer (liquid courage?) and said "Come on, buddy, you are old enough to know what happens when you are a horny teenager. Of course we experimented. You tryin' to say you didn't? I remember hearing you and that Chris kid getting awfully giggly during your sleepovers..."
I admit it, I blushed. I had no idea we had been that obvious. But the idea of Jake... hot, sexy, VERY straight Jake... experimenting... that was too good to let slip by.
"Experimenting how?"
"You know," he said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "Regular stuff."
Now, Jake and I had a really good, open relationship, but we hardly ever talked about sex stuff, unless it was in the abstract or in a teasing way. So I had to pick my words carefully, as I wasn't sure what his boundaries were. "Regular stuff? What does that mean? Like... " I couldn't find the right words.
"Jackin' off," he said matter-of-factly, making a "jerkoff" motion with his arm, right over his bulge. "You know, seein' who could shoot the furthest, whatever. Of course that was all before I knew he was probably checkin' me out when we did it." He laughed and took another sip.
I took a gulp, eager for more details. "And you... what, never checked him out?"
"Nah..." he answered. "We were always looking at his dad's Playboys and shit, I never needed more stimulation than Miss October."
I laughed and decided to keep the mood light. "Well, just because he was gay doesn't mean he was checking you out. I mean, you aren't God's gift to gay men or anything..."
He laughed and extended his foot to playfully kick me. "Fucker!" he said. I almost gasped. He had a salty mouth, but I almost never heard him say the F bomb unless he was angry or didn't know I was around. I also noticed he left his foot laying against my leg instead of pulling it back. "I know he was checking me out."
"How?"
"Well... it was a few times. We always... you know, did it, in his basement after school, when his folks weren't home from work yet. He'd put in one of his dad's porno tapes or we'd thumb through old Playboys and just do our thing. Well, there were a couple of times when I was...shall we say, lost in the moment and I glanced over and saw him checking me out."
"Lost in the moment?" It was my turn to laugh. "What the hell does that mean?" I had an idea, but I desperately wanted him to elaborate.
"You know... when you are really into it and you just kind of relax and lay your head back and close your eyes."
Now that's a visual. But I pretended to play dumb. "I don't do that."
"Well I do," he said. "And so yeah, he was watching me a few times. To be honest, I didn't think it was all that strange. I mean, I was always in better shape than Mike was and he was always trying to get me to help him work out and stuff, so I just figured it was, you know, just admiration or something."
"When in reality, he was getting off on it?" There was something about the way I said it, the cadence or the tone or the nervous lilt to my voice that made the statement just hang in the air awkwardly. He didn't laugh or anything. Instead, he just sort of looked at me for a second and then said. "Yeah. I guess so."
It was a turning point. The conversation could either get really awkward and uncomfortable or I could just plow right through. Hell, I thought, I've come this far.
"So, when you caught him 'admiring you' during your 'lost in the moment' moment, did you stop, um..."
The smile returned. "What? Did I stop slappin' the salami?"
"For lack of a better term, sure."
"Nah. In fact, if I'm bein' honest, buddy, I think it kinda made me even harder..."
And with that, his eyes locked on mine and stayed there...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Still to come: one of us is going to be saying "FUCK! Keep sucking! I'm gonna cum in your mouth... are you... are you gonna SWALLOW it??? Oh FUCK!!!!"