My Step Dad
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The first time he came to my room was a few hours after my fifteenth birthday, a few hours after everyone had gone home from my birthday party. His name was Buck but I called him Dad most of the time, sometimes I called him Buck. He was my Dad and a great older brother and friend all rolled into one. He didn't care which I called him. Buck had given me a great birthday party. He treated us all like grownups, especially the boys. He even let us have sips of his beer, although not enough to even get the feel of being tipsy. He even told me and Gordy Brown that if we could get one of the girls to put out, we could take her upstairs and fuck her. He said it half-joking but I think he meant it too, because he even told me where his condoms were, in his dresser drawer. We didn’t get to fuck, but it was neat that we could have.
One of the best things was what he got me for my birthday. He bought me a set of weights and a workout bench, and a subscription to a muscle magazine. He also got me some workout shorts and shirts like the muscle guys wear, and some workout supplements and protein shakes and drinks. He said I was already filling out real good and he wanted to help me along. All of my friends were impressed with everything, and that he treated me like a man.
I wasn’t asleep when he came in, but I pretended to be. It wasn’t like Buck to come into my room late at night and something told me I should be asleep. I should point out that I liked Buck. He’d been my dad since I was ten. I considered him my dad and I called him Dad. I didn’t even remember my real dad, and I didn’t really know what’d happened to him; just that he was not in my life, and I didn’t miss him. Buck was the only family that was close in my life; my mother had died shortly after she and Buck got married, so it’d been just me and him for most of my life, besides my babysitters.
I felt his presence in the room, and sensed that he was close to my bed. Then I felt his weight on the edge of the mattress. I lay perfectly still, waiting for him to say something, like wishing me a heartfelt, end-of-the-day, happy birthday. I felt his hot breath on my face and I almost opened my eyes. But then I felt his lips on my forehead. I fought the contented smile I felt at this big, muscular man kissing me. Next, I felt the sheet being lifted from my body and had to stifle a gasp; he would discover that I slept naked!! What would he think of that? He laid the sheet across my ankles and shifted his weight on the edge of the bed.
“You asleep, Billie?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I didn’t answer him. I lay perfectly still; there was that something, still, urging me to be asleep.
“Godd!” he whispered. “Your young muscles are so beautiful.” There was a long, very quiet moment, no sound except his breathing, no movement. Then I felt his hot breath on my groin area. He wasn’t blowing it on me, but just breathing, very close to my groin. I froze. ‘Oh, My Godd!’ raced through my mind; he’s gonna do something!
I didn’t know what, for sure, yet I did. There could be no doubt with his face down so close to my crotch, his hot breath blowing over me. I felt panic as I felt my cock begin to come alive. He’s gonna know I’m not asleep! But no, I got a hardon all the time in my sleep; sometimes it woke me up throbbing. And sometimes it took care of itself and exploded in a wet dream. All I had to do was lie perfectly still and control my breathing and he would think I was asleep even if I did get a hardon. I had a really hard time doing that when I felt his lips on my cock, kissing it. I nearly gasped when he took it in his mouth. I was completely hard in seconds, and he began sucking it, moving his mouth up and down the shaft, all the way down, so my cock forced its way into his throat. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
He moaned as he sucked me, very softly, more like a cat purring. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe he was doing it, and I tried to relate it to the terrible experience us boys were taught it was, by some dirty old man abusing us. My step dad wasn’t a dirty old man, and I sure as heck didn’t feel like I was being abused. I felt like it was the most wonderful thing that’d ever happened to me.
I’d never even thought about blowjobs. Oh, the guys at school talked about it, and bragged about girls giving them blowjobs but everybody knew they were lying, and nobody ever talked about getting blowjobs from guys. His tongue felt wonderful the way he licked all around the head of my cock and it felt impossibly good when he went all the way down on me and forced my cock into his throat. I didn’t know how he did that without choking and gagging, but he didn’t. I wondered if this was anything like what fucking was like; if a girl’s pussy felt anything like a mouth and a throat.
I succeeded in pretending I was asleep, even right through my climax, which happened only a few minutes after he started. It was too good and I couldn’t hold off, no matter how hard I tried. And I couldn’t try very hard. I mean, I couldn’t put my hands on his head or tell him to stop. I just had to grit my teeth and fight it inside me as best I could, then when it got unbearably good, I just had to let it happen.
He moaned softly and slurped his tongue all around my cock, washing it with my own cum. Then he started swallowing! I was shocked. But I didn’t make a move or a sound. When he was finished he laid the sheet gently over my lower body and I felt his weight lift from the bed. A moment later I heard him leave my room and quietly close the door.
I lay there in the dark, perfectly still, almost frozen, my head spinning. I moved only my eyes to look from side to side, as if to be sure I wasn’t in a dream. I reached down and felt my cock. It was still wet from his mouth, and sticky with cum. No, it wasn’t a dream. It was real. My dad had sucked my cock! I couldn’t decide how I felt about that. I knew it was supposed to be wrong, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt wonderful. So wonderful that I was entertaining hopes that it would happen again. It was like he was physically showing me how much he loved me. I wrestled with it till I fell asleep. I went to sleep still wondering if what he’d done was anything like fucking a girl.
Next morning I was a little uneasy about going downstairs. It was Saturday so I knew Buck would be home and I didn't know how it would be facing him. I never thought about how he might feel facing me. I took my time in the shower, stalling. I had not heard him but when I came out of the bathroom he was yelling upstairs for me.
"Yeah!" I called back from the top of the stairs.
"Breakfast is ready!"
"I'll be right down."
I finished drying my hair on the way back to my room and slipped into clean shorts. I took a T-shirt out of my drawer but something made me put it back; the same something that made me leave my cargo shorts on the bed. I slipped on socks and sneakers and grabbed up my baseball cap. I didn't go anywhere without my baseball cap, although I wouldn't wear it at the table.
Downstairs I found the kitchen empty, nothing on the table. I glanced outside; Buck had breakfast served out on the deck. I stepped out onto the deck, watching for his reaction to me being in just my shorts. He was sitting in one of the lounge chairs, reading the paper. He was shirtless but he had on his jeans and sneakers. He glanced up when he heard the door.
"Are you out of clean clothes?" he asked as he laid down the paper and got up to move to the table.
"No, I didn't want to keep you waiting," I said.
"Suddenly I feel overdressed," he said.
"I can go back up and put something on," I said.
"No, it's easier if I take something off." He stood up and kicked off his sneakers as he unbuttoned his jeans. I was to see him naked under his jeans. He laid them over the back of the chair and moved up to the table.
"Now I'm overdressed," I joked.
"Take 'em off," he said.
"What if somebody comes?"
"If they show up unannounced, that's their problem."
I hesitated, suddenly reluctant to be naked in front of him. I didn't want the comparison between my body and his.
"You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Billie," he said as he stood behind his chair, waiting.
"Sometimes I don't think I'm growing fast enough," I said as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts.
Buck laughed. "You don't have anything to worry about in that department either." He smiled. "Why, I'll bet there are married women in the neighborhood who would give anything to get you in bed."
"Tell me who they are," I joked as I took off my shorts and laid them on top of his jeans.
"There, bet that feels better," he said.
I sat down, glad to hide myself under the table. As we ate we talked about my birthday party.
"Did you have a good birthday?" Buck asked.
"It was a great party. Thanks," I said, wondering if he was talking about later.
"Do you feel any older?"
"Not yet, but I think I will, when I get used to the idea of being fifteen."
"You could just as easily get used to the idea of being sixteen, going on seventeen," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You could pass for seventeen, easy."
"I hope the girls see me that way," I said.
He laughed again. "They already have been seeing you that way. They're just waiting for you to see yourself that way. You get used to being fifteen, you're going to start thinking sixteen and you're going to develop more confidence and that'll show."
"I don't know how."
"It just will. Trust me. You won't even be aware of it, but others will be. Girls will be looking at you and thinking, Damn, he's turned into a stud."
It was my turn to laugh. "Oh, right," I scoffed. "If I could only turn into the stud you are."
"Thanks but you don't have to be my age or my size to be a stud. It's not about age or size, although the latter counts in the right places, it's about being who you are and being comfortable in your skin. Hell, I could see that already last night, comparing you with your friends. And the girls were seeing it too."
I smiled through a scowl. "Like what?"
"Just the way you were carrying yourself. You'll figure it out in short order. Did you sleep okay last night?"
"Yeah, I slept fine," I said. I thought it was odd the way he changed the subject.
"I looked in on you for a minute and you seemed a little restless."
"Must've been having a dream or something," I said.
"What do you dream about when you dream?" he asked with a curious smile.
"I don't remember my dreams," I said.
"Not even your wet dreams?" I blushed and he laughed again. "Wet dreams are nothing to be embarrassed about either. They're normal. As normal as jacking off."
Now I really blushed. We had never talked like this before. We'd had the talk but that was more serious.
"What, you don't think I know you jack off?" he said, laughing. "I would be worried if you didn't."
"I didn't know you knew," I said, "I don't leave a mess."
His laughter turned to a fatherly smile. "Want me to tell you how many times I've walked into your room and smelled cum?"
"How come you keep trying to embarrass me then keep telling me it's nothing to be embarrassed about?"
"I'm not trying to embarrass you, I'm just finding out what does embarrass you."
"And why is that important?" I asked.
"Because you're growing up, Billie, faster than you know, and I'm seeing you in a different light. Not so much as a boy, but a young man growing into a real man." The fatherly smile slowly vanished and he looked sort of somber. A trace of the smile came back, a rather pained look that he leveled at me, and then he said, "You know, don't you."
"Know what?" I knew what he was getting at and I didn't know how to answer. I just knew my face was turning redder, but if it did, he didn't say anything about it.
"If you know, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't, you don't." He just kept looking at me. "Were you aware when I came into your room last night to check on you?"
"I have sort of a vague recollection of somebody in my room....like a presence...if that was you."
"Were you aware that I didn't leave right away?"
"I was half asleep, I don't know for sure, except I sort of remember somebody leaving my room, I don't know how long later."
He eyed me with what I
thought was a suspicious look.
"Billie....are you telling me the truth?"
I don't know why I even tried covering it up, I was never good at lying, and I gave myself away immediately when I dropped my head, looking down.
"No," I admitted.
"Tell me what you remember."
"I remember....what you did," I said quietly, still without looking up at him. "Unless I really was dreaming," I added.
"Look up here at me, Billie." I looked up. "You weren't dreaming. Don't try to pretend you were. And don't hang your head, it's nothing you need to feel guilty or embarrassed about," he said as he got up and came around to my chair He knelt down beside me on one knee. "Tell me, did you like what I did? And be honest," he said, laying his hand on my thigh.
I nodded, my eyes fixed on his hand.
"No, tell me. I want to hear you say it, yes or no."
"Yes," I said softly. "I don't know if I was supposed to, but I liked it."
"If you liked it, then you were supposed to," he said. "But I think you meant you don't know if it's supposed to be right or wrong."
"Maybe that's what I meant," I said timidly. I watched his long, thick fingers squeezing my thigh then his hand moved higher on my leg.
"Well, I'm not your real, biological father, Billie, so it's not wrong in that sense. I think it's up to you to decide if it was wrong in any other sense."
"It didn't feel wrong," I said.
"What you think and feel is all that counts. Would you like for me to do it again?"
I nodded, then verbalized my answer. "Yes." I could barely get the one word out. I was so nervous I choked on my own spit when he moved his hand between my legs to cup my balls, but not too nervous to spread my legs apart.
"You said yes, but you're not hard," he said.
"I'm a little nervous about this conversation," I said.
"Don't be," he said as he gently squeezed my balls. "I've always told you, we can talk about anything."
"But I never thought it would be about anything like this," I said. "And I am going to be hard in about a minute."
He smiled. "Good." And he took hold of my cock. "You've got a beautiful cock, Billie."
"I never thought of it as beautiful. It's a cock," I said.
"No, it's not just a cock; not something this nice and big on a boy your age. It truly is a thing of beauty. Surely you know most boys your age don't have a cock like this."
"I know I'm bigger than the other guys at school, but we never see each other hard."
"Really. You've never played around with any of your friends?"
"No," I said, rather indignantly.
"Just by yourself, huh."
"Yeah." My cock was hard by now and looking down, it did look pretty big. Huge, in fact. Buck started moving his hand up and down and it throbbed and swelled even bigger, especially the head. He pushed his hand down to the base.
"Look, I've got my hand around it and there's more cock sticking out of my hand than I've got hold of."
"That's a good sized cock, even on a man, if you can do that."
"Do you think I'll get any bigger?" It sounded dumb the minute I asked it, but he didn't take it that way.
"Probably. Most boys have a spurt of growth around fifteen. You'll probably be a horse."
"I hope so." I almost said I hoped I would be as big as him.
"Do you want me to do what I did last night?"
"Yeah, but....what if somebody comes around the house?"
"We'll be able to hear them," he said as he turned my chair away from the table. He got down on his knees between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. I tossed my head back with a loud moan and thrust up into his mouth. This was more intense than the night before. I was wide awake and he knew I was awake, and what made it even more intense was when I opened my eyes and looked at my Dad--Buck--down there, his handsome, rugged face moving up and down, swallowing my cock with a steady rhythm. My butt clenched tight and my hands gripped the chair arms so tight the knuckles were white. I relaxed and let my butt back down in the chair then started working my hips to meet Buck's mouth so I was sort of fucking his face. His mouth looked pretty stretched around my cock and I wondered how he was doing that, and swallowing the whole thing with each downward stroke. Another thought crept into the back of my mind that I'd never had before; I wondered if I could do it. I wondered what a cock tasted like. I wondered if he would let me. Like he said, he wasn't my biological father, so me giving his a try wouldn't be wrong either.
He slipped his arms under my legs and I brought one leg up across his back, sort of wrapped around his head. He moaned like he liked that so I brought my other leg up and crossed them over his back. He pressed my legs against his face so I locked my thighs around his head and really fucked his face. He moaned again. I almost got carried away but I caught myself. I clasped my hand on his head and stopped moving. He lifted his head.
"Is that feeling too good?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, you had me close a couple of times."
"It's good you let me know. I don't want you to cum yet. But if you do, don't be afraid to cum in my mouth."
"All right." My cock gave an extra jolt at the thought of it, and hearing him say it.
He sucked me good. I had a hard time for it to soak in that it was my dad sucking my cock, but I think that made it all the better. I mean, how many guys can say that. With my thighs lifted up around his back, I was slouched down in the chair and my butt was resting right on the edge of it. Dad released my cock and started sucking my balls. I liked that too, and licking the space under my balls, and it felt like he was even reaching the crack of my ass.
"I would like to show you something else," he said, looking up at me with his big, brown eyes. My dad was handsome but I'd never noticed how big and sexy his eyes were.
"What?" I asked.
He eased my legs off of him and told me to stand up. I stood and he told me to turn round. "What're you going to do?" I was reluctant--I'd heard about ass fucking, and I didn't want to do that--but I was turning around because he'd asked me to.
"Bend over and I'll show you," he said, placing a hand on the small of my back.
I bent over from the waist, holding onto the chair arms. Then he showed me. I got the shock of my life; I'd never heard of this, what he was doing to me. My mouth flew open and so did my eyes when I felt his tongue dragging up the crack of my ass! I moaned when he pulled my butt apart and began tonguing my hole; way up inside my hole. He pulled my cock back between my legs and licked up and down the shaft and slurped all over the head and sucked my balls then went back to my ass.
"Does this feel good?" he murmured.
"Oh, yeah....it feels great!" I gasped. My head was spinning. I never dreamed anybody ever did anything like this, let alone that it would ever be happening to me.
"Well, what the fuck!"
I didn't hear it at first. It was like my brain wasn't clear enough to process sound; a delayed reaction. Suddenly it hit me and I realized that we weren't alone. Buck was oblivious too. I snapped my head up to find myself looking at the neighbor man.
"Mr.....J-Judd!" I gasped.
The activity behind me suddenly stopped and I heard Buck gasp, "Oh, Shit," and he rose up. "Jake," he said. His voice sounded weak.
"What's going on?" Mr. Judd asked as he came on into the patio with a smile on his face, and he was groping his crotch.
"We were....I was just....well, hell, Jake, you can see for yourself, there's no sense trying to weasel out of it."
"Yeah, I sure can," Jake said. He came around behind me and I straightened up. "Didn't know you and the boy were into this sort of thing."
"We're not. I mean, this is the first time....just messing around....showing him a couple things....guy things."
"Well, you won't mind if I join you," Jake said as he undid his belt.
"No, not at all, since you know.....you don't mind, do you, Billie?" he asked.
"I guess not," I said. How the hell could I mind? We were caught in the act, and I was caught in the middle.
"Fuck, man, wish I'd known.....lot of time wasted," Jake said as he peeled off his T-shirt. His chest was massive, broad and thick, with a flurry of dark hair across it that made him look even more masculine. I'd always admired Jake Judd for his looks and his build but I never related it to anything sexual. Buck was a big man too, and muscular, but Jake was just more manly, I guess because of his hairy arms and legs and he always had a five o'clock shadow that made him look rugged.
"I've been admiring this fine, young ass from afar for a couple of years now since he started filling out his jeans so well," Jake said as he ran his hand over my bare butt. He was unbuttoning his jeans with his other hand.
I glanced at Buck--I didn't know what he was thinking or where this was going--he was just watching Jake, like I was. And I wondered, what if someone else came around back to the patio. I watched Jake step out of his sneakers and pull his jeans off. His briefs were bulging with man meat and I found myself anticipating what was inside. It was weird and confusing because I'd never had these thoughts or feelings before. He stepped around in front of me.
"You wanta finish unveiling this for me?" he asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I felt the pressure of his hand, like he was pushing me down. I didn't look at Buck for his permission or approval or even his reaction. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of Jake's shorts and pulled them down.
"Jake, he's never done that before," Buck said, his voice sounding a little weak. "Well, fuck!" he blurted when Jake's cock fell free.
Jake laughed. "Everybody's gotta have a first time," he said with a belly chuckle that caused his hard abs to ripple. Jake had a big cock. Bigger than Buck's, hanging, and it was obviously not going to be hanging for long. I pulled his shorts down below his knees and he put more pressure on my shoulders with both hands now and pushed me down. I can't say I resisted him all that much. I let him push me to my knees.
Buck came up beside me and asked, "Do you wanta do it, Billie? It's okay if you do."
Jake laughed again. "I think he does," he said. "It didn't take all that much to get him to his knees." He held his cock in one big hand, waving it in my face. "You might wanta get on it now, before it gets hard, you can take it easier," he told me.
I nodded. Jake was right. The thought had never entered my mind before but for some unexplained reason, I did want to. Buck came down on one knee beside me and took hold of Jake's cock. "I was going to show you this," he said, holding Jake's big cock out to me. "Just open wide and don't be afraid. You might choke but that won't hurt you. Just don't panic. Give it a lot of tongue and let your throat relax."
I didn't need to be told how to take a cock in my mouth but I was somehow grateful for Buck's instructions. I opened my mouth and Buck guided Jake's thick cock to my mouth and Jake thrust it through my lips. I reared back when it touched my throat but both men put their hands on the back of my head.
"Don't back away from it, it's not gonna bite you," Jake said, laughing.
"Wallow it around back there, make some swallowing motions, like dry swallowing," Buck told me.
I nodded but I wished they would let me find my own way. I began using my tongue and that made Jake moan deep in his belly.
"Yeah, Billie, that's some nice tongue work," he said.
Buck looked up at him with a big smile, as if he was proud of me. I pressed my head back against their hands and they let go and let me start sucking on my own. Jake was more right than he knew. I liked the feel of his big, warm cock in my mouth, and the taste of him. I liked sucking cock. As I got used to it I put my hands around Jake's massive, hairy thighs. I thrilled at the feel of the hard muscles and explored further, moving my hands up around his butt. The muscles were warm and smooth, and hard like a bowling ball. I ran my hands over his rock-hard abs, and reached up to squeeze his thick pecs.
He put his hands over mine. "I think the boy's got a thing for muscles," he said.
He was right again. I had always admired men and boys with muscles, including Buck, but I didn't fully realize the extent of that admiration till now when I had my hands on them.
Jake let me suck his cock for several minutes. I said let, because I considered it a privilege to service him. In the back of my mind I was thinking of later, when I went to bed, wondering if Buck would come into my room again, and if he did, I would gladly service him. I had thoughts of us sleeping together from now on.
After a while, Jake asked me something that really surprised me, and got me going. He was fucking my face with a slow, steady pace, and he asked me if I liked to fuck. I had my mouth full but Buck answered for me.
"No, he's a virgin," Buck said.
"Well, the good news is, there's a cure for virginity," Jake said, laughing, ruffling my hair. "No, I meant you fucking me," he said.
I was shocked. I stopped in mid-suck and looked up at him. He was laughing, causing his abs to ripple beautifully. "That surprise you?" he asked.
I got off of his cock and fisted it. "Yeah, it sure does," I said.
"Do you wanta fuck me?"
"Yeah." I didn't even look at Buck for his approval.
"I'll make you a deal. You fuck me, then I get to fuck you next time I come over."
"Yeah, okay......" The words were out before he finished saying it, and only then did I realize what I'd agreed to. I was about to say something else, to back out, but I didn't want to look like a wimp in front of the two men.
Jake looked at Dad and said, "You got some lube handy?"
"Yeah, I'll get it," Buck said and rushed into the house.
"I guess I didn't realize you'd turned into such a stud," Jake said to me when we were alone.
"I just grew, I guess," I said.
"Grew in all the right places," he said, taking my cock in his hand. "Stretch out on the lounge chair," he said.
I didn't know what for but I did as he said. He stepped astraddle the chair facing away from me, his butt squarely in my face. I didn't know if I could do that, if that's what he was wanting me to do. But then he surprised me; he picked me up by my hips so I was hanging upside down, and he started licking and tonguing my ass.
"Ohh....Ohhhh....Oh, Mr. Judd....Geezuss!" I gasped. I heard him laugh.
"Ain't there something down there that might need your attention?" he asked.
There sure was. I was hanging upside down with Jake Judd's big cock sticking in my face and he wanted me to suck him some more. I clasped both hands around it and took the head in my mouth. He moaned....I could feel his abs ripple against mine....and started swinging me back and forth, fucking my face. Just then Dad came out with the lube.
"Holy Shit! I never seen that done before," he said. He walked around, looking at us. "I'm not sure whose ass I'm supposed to lube up," he said.
"Mine," said Jake.
I could see him working the lube into Jake's ass and I started getting more excited over the prospect of fucking the big man. After a moment, Jake maneuvered me down to my feet.
"Sweet ass. I'm looking forward to fucking it," he said as he turned around and bent over the chair. "Meanwhile, show me what you've got."
My cock was aching, it was so hard. Dad drizzled some lube on it and smeared it around. He was smiling, looking at me all the while, like he was proud that I was going to do this.
I stood behind Jake with my cock aimed at the split of his ass. The dark hair down in the crack was a turn on for me. Dad pulled his butt apart, exposing more of the furry crack, and the tiny aperture hidden beneath it. He gave me a nod and I moved my cock into the hairy crack. I was so excited, and nervous, my legs were starting to shake. I made contact and Jake's asshole was even hotter than my cock.
"Are you gonna fuck me, or are you just teasing?" Jake asked over his shoulder.
Dad put his hand on my butt to push me forward. I clasped my hands around Jake's hips and applied my own pressure.
"You gotta push hard, I'm pretty tight," Jake said.
I pushed hard. I felt his asshole starting to give way and felt him pushing back against me. Suddenly my cock popped through his tight hole and I sank about half of it inside his body.
"Ohh, Godd!" I groaned with surprise. Dad's hand on my butt kept pushing and I shoved in all the way.
"Fuck, kid! You're bigger than you look!" Jake gasped. "Fuck, man, are you sure you didn't replace your cock with a ball bat?"
It made me feel good that he was talking like that about my cock. I was a little light headed from the thrill of having my cock inside the big man's ass. I'd spent countless nights dreaming about fucking and as many days fantasizing about the girls I would fuck, and especially which one would be my first. But at the moment I couldn't think of a one of them, I was so caught up in this that I'd never ever dreamed about. I couldn't believe I had my cock buried deep inside another man's ass; my first fuck was a guy twice my size.
"Whew! Okay, I think I'm ready. Thanks for waiting," Jake said as he wriggled his butt against me.
I took his cue and withdrew several inches then started fucking him.
"Ohhhhh....Ohhhhhh, fuck....Awwwhhh, yeah, that's it kid....ooooohhhhh, shit, that feels good....damn, neighbor, you've got a real stud here for a son....ohhh, yeah, fuck me Billie....don't hold the horses....fuck my brains out."
I didn't know what Jake had left for brains by the time we finished, but I did my best to fuck him like he wanted. It was really something to hear him talk like that and see this big, brute of a man fucking back on my cock and twisting his butt around like I thought a woman would do. I tried to stay in control, I wanted it to last, but I was doing only about half the work and I couldn't control Jake so I knew I couldn't hold off as long as I wanted to. He just kept fucking back on me till he drew it out of me.
"I hope you're gonna shoot me full of hot boy cum," he moaned as he ground his ass hard against my loins.
I held on for dear life, working to hold it back, but I couldn't. I felt the release and switched into cum mode and rode it out with him. When I shot off, it was like no other cum I'd ever experienced. My cock fairly exploded inside him, spewing cum like a hose had been turned on. My cock felt huge. I thought I would never stop cumming, and I felt so powerful, listening to Jake moan and whimper like a girl and go on and on about how good my spunk felt shooting in his ass.
I think I blacked out for a little bit because I snapped to with Jake standing up and pressing back against me and I didn't realize he had stood up. He was squeezing his hard, powerful butt muscles around my cock like he was milking it. Finally, he moved away from me and my cock fell free and smacked against my leg.
"Damn, are you sure that's the first time you ever fucked?" he said.
"Yes, sir, it was my first time, for sure," I said.
"Well, you could've fooled me. Goddamn, I've had grown men who didn't satisfy me like you just did."
That's when I saw the cum sliding down off the back of the chair. Somebody had turned a hose on the chair. There was cum running down the inside of Jake's thighs and I was proud that I'd shot that much into him, that it was running out. Jake used his T-shirt to wipe off his legs and his ass, and then he got dressed to leave.
"Till next time," he said as he was leaving.
"Well, congratulations on your first piece of ass," Dad said to me, still with his proud smile.
I was feeling mighty good about it myself. My head was still spinning and I had to sit down before my legs gave out. "I don't believe any of this is happening," I said. "But now.....now he's gonna fuck me."
"That's right. It's what you agreed to," Dad said.
"I don't know if I can do it, he's so big. Maybe you could talk to him."
"No amount of talking is going to reduce the size of his cock," Dad said.
"No, I meant....talk to him about not doing it. I said yeah before I heard all of what he was going to say."
"You can't go back on your word."
"But....you're my dad; you could step in. You could stop it," I said.
"I could. But what about your word?"
"I'm a kid, Dad. My word don't mean anything."
"And it never will if you start breaking it now," he said.
"When do you think he'll want to do it?"
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be back over here tomorrow."
"I could not be here."
"He lives next door, Billie, you can't avoid him forever. Look, don't be scared. I know you are, but trust me, it'll be fine."
"It'll hurt I know, because I hurt him going in."
"But it didn't last long, then you saw how he went wild," Dad said. "That's the way it'll be. You liked fucking him, didn't you?"
"Oh, man, it was awesome. The most awesome thing I ever did."
"It'll be that way when he fucks you. And once you've experienced it for the first time, and he's experienced you, then you guys will probably become fuck buddies. It'll be real handy, living right next door."
Dad succeeded in calming me down for the time being. Till I went to bed and started thinking about it again. I sort of wanted it to happen; I wanted to find out what made Jake carry on the way he did when I was fucking him but I couldn't get past the notion of having his huge cock shoved through my hole and penetrating my guts. It scared the hell out of me. I even thought about running away. But then Dad came into my room.
"Billie, are you asleep?" he asked quietly.
"You're still worried," he said.
"I'm scared," I said.
He came over and sat on the edge of my bed and started rubbing his hand over my stomach and chest. I heard him swallow. "Son, if you're really that scared, I won't let it happen."
"What about my word?" I asked.
"We won't worry about that this time."
"What will Jake say?"
"We won't worry about that either."
His hand was moving lower and lower, toward my cock that was getting hard.
"But before you decide not to go through with it, I want to throw this out. If you want to let me fuck you first, let me break you in, you know I'll be easy and gentle. I would never hurt you on purpose, no more than it has to, and I'll take plenty of time getting you primed and ready, lots of foreplay, like sucking your cock, licking and tonguing your ass and using my fingers till you're opened up and relaxed and ready. If you want to try that......"
"Yes," I said before he could finish.
He smiled and took hold of my cock. "Are you sure? Is that your word?"
"Yes," I said again, without hesitation. "That's how it should be anyway, isn't it? You being my first."
"Well, I sort of think so, but it's your decision."
"Then, yes. I want you to fuck me, Dad."