Seducing My Stepfather

By Z McGuire

Published on Sep 1, 2023

Gay

"Well you know what they say, buddy," he said, leaning back against his fuzzy forearm and closing his eyes. "When your eyes are closed... a hand is a hand is a hand... and a mouth is a mouth is a mouth..."

I didn't know quite how to respond to that, except to mouth a quiet "wow..."

"Yeah, once he actually came out to me in 11th grade, there were a few times when we... did more." His eyes remained shut. "I think once the cat was out of the bag, he was hoping I was going to tell him I was queer for him too, but..."

Just a subtle reminder that this guy was 100% straight... he just liked the attention. That was okay, I could live with that!

"So you really let him..."

"Yup." He kept his eyes closed and I noticed his hand started gently rubbing along the side of his leg, like he was scratching an itch, only softer. Taking advantage of his closed eyes, I kept my gaze fixated on his bulge which, no doubt now, was shifting!

"We were high. Well, I was high, I think he was just a little drunk... we were doing our thing, you know, stroking our cocks, watching porn, flipping through playboys, when Mike said 'that chick really knows how to suck a cock..."

His use of the word 'cock' had me at full mast. Sitting there, across from my stepfather, my tight white briefs straining against me. Yeah, there was no going back now. I gave a quick glance... yup, eyes still closed. His hand was now sliding slowly up his thigh toward his bulge...

"So I said to Mike... is it true what they say, you know? That dudes suck cock better than chicks because they know what feels good?" His hand slid slowly over his ever-growing package and I saw a slight tremor to it... he was nervous too! He paused, ever so slightly, and then seemed to think better of it and let his hand continue going up until it rested on his fuzzy chest. He began to gently stroke his fur. My eyes went back and forth between that and the tent growing in his briefs.

He stopped speaking for a second, and I thought for a moment he might have passed out, but a gentle, slight moan escaped his lips. The stud was lost in thought and memory.

"And... and what did Mike say?" I stammered.

His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. He held my gaze for a second, then quickly glanced down at my obvious arousal. In a split second, I saw him consider if he wanted to continue this story or not. His gaze returned to mine and that sly grin returned. "Well, what would you say if you were Mike?" he asked.

"I... I'd..." deep breath and swallow... "I'd say, 'why don't you let me wrap my lips around your thick cock and you can see for yourself?"

His eyes opened wide, and I wondered for a second if I had gone too far. But fuck, he had asked me!

"Wow, buddy," he said with a smile. "That's almost word for word what Mike said, right before he knelt down before me and slid all nine inches of this massive cock into his mouth..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Anyone reading this? If so, drop me a line at zanemcguire@gmail.com and let me know what you think...

Still to come: "What do you think, Jake? It's not quite nine inches, but I think it's a good handful... or mouthful..."

Next: Chapter 5


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