Seducing My Stepfather

By Z McGuire

Published on Sep 3, 2023

Gay

Seducing My Stepfather - Part 6 of 11 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@hotmail.com

"Fuck the audience," I said. "If I were there, I'd be pushing Mike aside and wrapping MY lips around that big nine incher, Dad!"

And that, perhaps, was too far... he stopped, open his eyes wide and stared at me. "Oh fuck... man... what have I done?"

Before I could respond, he pulled his foot away from my cock and scrambled up from the couch. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." he kept repeating, burying his face in his hands. "I'm so drunk, so fucking drunk, doing shit I shouldn't be doing..."

I didn't know what to say. He was standing now with his back to me, and although I wanted to comfort him, all I could think about was how close I had gotten to seeing his big hard cock. Even now, I was fixated on his tight ass, covered in that white cotton. A tuft of fuzz could be seen just over the waistband, and it made me want him even more.

"I'm sorry," was all I could manage.

He placed his hands on his hips, his back still to me and said "No, buddy, you don't need to apologize. What the fuck am I thinking? You're gay AND my stepson and here I am talking to you like you were Mike..."

"Was it... was it because I called you Dad?" I asked.

He chuckled a bit. "No, buddy. That wasn't it. Well, not exactly. It did remind me of who you are and what we are doing, but... you know I've always wanted to be your dad."

"Well, you are. In every way that matters you are."

"Then what the fuck am I doing here?"

It was a rhetorical question, but I felt the need to answer. "Just telling me stories. Helping me feel more comfortable. Helping me get to know you better than I ever thought I could."

"So fucking drunk." He still had his back to me.

"Jake... Dad..." I said, quietly. "I really... well... I really want to hear the rest."

He looked over his shoulder at me. "You DO? For real?"

I pointed at my aching bulge. "Uh, yeah!"

"Wow, buddy... I did that?"

"Yeah, Dad... you did that."

"Fuck, buddy, I just don't... I don't know."

"Here," I said, standing up. "Let me just... I don't know, let me just see if I can make you understand how cool I am with this."

He kept his back to me, but turned his head to see what I was doing. I met his gaze and slowly started sliding down my briefs. "I just want you to see, Dad... that this means a lot to me..."

Slowly my briefs slid down, revealing my own cock. I kept waiting for him to stop me, but all he could do was watch and softly whisper "Jesus Christ..."

My briefs were now bunched around my ankles and I stood there, fully hard, dripping precum and full of renewed confidence. ""What do you think, Jake? It's not quite nine inches, but I think it's a good handful... or mouthful..."

He smiled. "Yeah, um... that's a real cock for sure, buddy."

"Thanks, Dad." I flashed a smile at him. "Now come on back over here."

"I just... I don't know..."

"Come on, Dad... you can keep your back turned, but I know that big nine incher of yours is just aching to come out."

"But you're my.... you're my son..."

"That's right. I'm your son, you're my dad and I'm standing here in front of you with a massive hardon DYING to see yours. Now come on, Dad... drop your shorts."

He laughed nervously and I could see him adjusting his package in the front. "I don't know..."

"Drop them," I commanded. "Show me that hot ass of yours if nothing else."

"Wait, wait," he said with a laugh. "You think I have a hot ass?"

"Dude, come on, you KNOW you have a hot ass."

"I don't know..."

"I know. I've known it since the first time I saw you get out of the shower, when I was hiding in the bathroom closet."

His eyes grew wide. "You FUCK! I knew it! I knew you were checking me out!"

"Dad, how could I not? You are fucking hot. Mike knew it. I know it. You know it. Now come on, Dad... take 'em off."

"It's just... talking is one thing... seeing each other in our underwear is one thing, but what you are doing... standing there... asking me to.... I just..."

"Please... please, Dad...."

"I don't know if I should show you this," he said, as the waistband of his briefs slid down slowly, revealing the curve of his tan, furry ass. "It just seems like too much."

"Fuck... just keep going... please..."

No more protesting. He slid them down, inch by hesitant inch until he stood before me, a tall fuzzy stud. All I could see was his back and ass, but I just knew that cock was bouncing around in front of him, completely free, loose and hard.

"There... it's just an ass."

"Like hell it is."

He laughed as he stepped out of the briefs. "That's all you get, you big perv," he said. He turned around, but kept his junk covered by his hands. "I hope it's enough."

"If that were all I ever saw, I could die a happy man," I said. "But I think I'm at a disadvantage. I'm standing here bareass naked with a big hardon and you're standing over there covering up what is ALLEGEDLY a ginormous cock."

"Oh there's no allegedly about it."

We stared at each other for what felt like hours, just looking each other up and down. For all his protests, he seemed fascinated by the size and power of my own hardon.

"We should get dressed," he finally said.

"Ive got another idea, Dad..." I approached him slowly, expecting him to move away, but he didn't. I stood less than a foot away from him, my hard dick dangerously close to his hands, which were still struggling to cover his obvious erection.

"What... what are you..."

"Let me ask you a question, Dad..."

"Okay..."

I leaned in close to him. "Did Mike do more than suck that big dick of yours?"

"I don't... what do you mean? Like what?"

"Like... did he put his hands on your chest?" I softly placed my right hand on his hairy pec. "Did he.. play with your nipples..." I tweaked it. He shuddered a bit and closed his eyes. "Did he... put his arms around you?" I wrapped him into an embrace. "Did you feel his hard cock pressed against you?" My dick rubbed against his hands, struggling to force them apart. "Did you let him put his hands on your hard, hairy ass?" I grabbed a handful of his ass, causing him to moan.

"Shit... buddy... come on, you are..."

"Did he, Dad? Did he do any of those things?"

"No, no, of course not, we never..."

"Did he kiss your neck?" I gently placed my lips against the nape of his neck.

"Oh fuck, no, son, stop, that's just..."

"Did you feel his stubble against your skin?"

"God that feels... so incredibly different..."

"Good different?"

"I don't... yeah, good different."

I cupped his face in my hands and he resisted a bit. "Dad... did you and Mike ever... make out?"

"Fuck no," he said, but didn't pull away... "That would be too..."

"What? Gay?"

"yeah..."

I started to close the gap between us, but he pulled back slightly. "I think that might be too much, buddy..."

"Just let me do what Mike never did, Jake," I said as I felt his hot breath against my cheek. "Let me just kiss you... just once... please Dad..."

And just like that, I closed my lips against his...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Enjoying the story? Drop me a line at zanemcguire@gmail.com

Next: The fun's just getting started! Pretty soon, Jake's gonna get his first taste of cock and I'm gonna get my first taste of my Dad's hot straight ass...

Next: Chapter 7


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