Waylaid

[Stepsguy]

Nineteen:

I followed him, feeling very strange going into the room he shared with his wife, but I could tell he clearly didn’t care. He grabbed a bottle of lube, put some on his cock, jumped onto his bed, legs spread, and waved his cock at me with that damn smirk on his face.

“Come sit on this.”

He put the lube next to himself and slowly jerked off, waiting for me. Shaking his cock every once in a while.

I took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed, then slowly climbed on top of him so I was sitting on his lap. I leaned back and could feel his cock pressing against my ass, but I started to fall over.

“Here,” he said, grabbing me and bending my legs so that I could support myself better. I slowly sat back and felt him poking at my hole again, then slowly he started to enter me.

“There we go…” he whispered.

I gently moaned as I quickly felt him fill me up. Once I was completely sitting on his cock, he reached up and grabbed my waist, pulling me even further down onto him. Eventually, he started moving his hips slowly up and down. I matched his pace and slowly rode his cock. His big, rough hands roamed my smooth hips and ass. I had my eyes closed, and when I finally opened them, he was intensely staring up at me.

“You like riding daddy’s cock?”

I sort of hesitated in my response. What a weird question…

“Huh?” he asked, suddenly thrusting harder up into me.

I moaned in response, tossing my head back.

“Fuck me harder, daddy…” I finally responded.

“Yeah?”

And with that, Richard was pounding into me. The slapping sounds of our skin were driving me crazy (as well as the crazy feeling). I closed my eyes again, getting lost in the ecstasy. Just as quickly, my eyes snapped open, and I leaned down to kiss him. He hugged me close to him in response and put his tongue in my mouth, cock still slamming into my prostate. I could feel my cock starting to leak precum, which was gently rubbing into Richard’s stomach.

Eventually, Richard pulled back and said, “Let's change positions.”

Before I could even really respond, he was manhandling me again. He rolled on top of me, gave me a quick kiss, then stood up. He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over, so I was lying on my stomach. Then he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to the edge of the bed, so my ass was up in the air. Before I could even breathe, his cock was sliding into my hole.

“Oh my God, yes…” I moaned.

He started off at a decent pace, but quickly ramped up his movements. My ass was slapping into his pelvis so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. The sounds were so fucking crazy.

“Give me that fucking ass,” he commanded. I grunted in response.

“Fuck me harder…” I eventually moaned.

He laughed, then said, “ok.”

I held on for dear life. His cock was feverishly going in and out of me; he was like a man possessed. (Somewhere in all of that, I came all over my leg and his bed; my prostate could barely handle what he was doing to me.)

“Oh shit…” he muttered as I came. (It felt crazy to have his cock sliding into me, so it must have felt crazy to have my ass ripple around his cock.)

After that moment passed, he asked, “Where do you want me to cum?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. In my ass, of course, what other option was there?

“Wanna swallow it? Or have me cover your pretty little face?” he asked as if reading my mind.

“In my ass…” I responded.

“You want me to breed you? Fill you up with my babies?”

“Breed me, daddy…”

He said nothing else, but instead renewed his movements. I was taking shallow breaths and holding on for dear life. It seemed like we were there for another hour, but eventually I could feel him shuddering above me.

“I’m cumming!”

He then slammed into me as hard and brutally as I had felt yet, each thrust unleashing a rope of cum up my ass. He was basically yelling as he dumped his hot load deep inside of me. After the last few lunges, he collapsed on top of me, and I fell down to the bed. As he lay on top of me, he started to kiss my neck. It felt so good having this large man consume me, treat me like I was his. Like he owned me. We stayed like that for a while (we might have fallen asleep at one point).

Eventually, we woke up, and he had me move back to the edge of the bed. He felched the cum out of my ass, then we kissed and ate it together. He kissed for a while after that, just lying there in each other's arms.

We fell asleep again, and I woke to him sucking my dick. So I reached over and started to suck his cock. He grabbed me and moved me to lie on top of him, so we could easily 69. (He’d alternate between my cock and ass.)

After a while, I grabbed him and positioned him so his ass was up in the air, then quickly moved my face down into it and ate. He wiggled his ass against my face and said stuff like “Eat that man ass” and “eat that straight hole.”

It seemed like I was there for a year, and then he quietly asked me, “Wanna fuck my ass?”

(What????!!!)

Before he could change his mind, I was standing behind him, rubbing my cock against his hole.

“Fuck…” he aggressively grunted.

The lube bottle suddenly appeared, and he shakily said, “Be gentle… back there…”

I put the lube on my cock and then his ass, slowly pressing against his hole. He was very tight, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get in. I kept applying pressure, and he kept aggressively groaning/yelling. Unexpectedly, he reached back and spread his hole open, making it easier for me to get in. As I added pressure, I felt myself slide in very slowly.

“Ugh! Careful! Careful!” he said, looking over his shoulder at me with panic on his face. (I sort of loved that look…)

My cock was about halfway in, and I felt him take a huge breath, and without warning, I slid the rest of the way in. He yelled at this, and I didn’t dare move.

Finally, he said, “Move as slowly as possible…”

I did as he said, and he was grunting as if he was in horrible pain. His ass was so tight, I couldn’t believe I was in him. I grabbed the bottle and dumped some more lube onto the top of my cock and slowly fucked it into his hole, making it easier to move in and out. I could feel he was opening up, and it was becoming easier to move and fuck him. His grunts and moans were growing more enthusiastic with each thrust.

I looked down, and his bear, red fur-covered ass, and I couldn’t believe I was deep in him. I’ve been obsessed with his ass since I met him and knew what sex was, and somehow someway, I was fucking him.

“Fuck me, baby…” he muttered.

I lost control and let him have it, his ass sweetly plopping into my groin. (I’m sure to anyone watching us, it’d be like a lion cub trying to fuck a lion.)

I looked down at the ass I loved and just lost control and came deep into him, collapsing on top of him. Just as quickly, I copied what he did and felched my cum out of his ass, then kissed him so we could both eat it.

After that, we collapsed, sort of laughing and kissing.

“Don’t think that’ll become a habit,” Richard cautioned between kisses.

We spent the rest of that night sleeping and fucking (he even let me fuck him one more time). When I woke up, he was gone.


To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Twenty:

It was Monday, and I had school. (What a weird sentence.) I went to the guest bedroom and grabbed some clothes and a towel, then headed to the shower. As I was under the water, all I kept thinking was that none of this shit mattered anymore. I was in love with Richard, and I wanted to be with him, so why was I even bothering with the rest of this crap?

I got out of the shower and got dressed.

As I grabbed my school stuff, I heard the front door open. Maybe Richard was back, and I could tell him I was in love with him? I quickly walked over to the front door and found Carla.

She apologized for being gone for so long and asked if I was ok. I just replied in a monotone way that I was fine. She had been to her lawyers and was getting everything in order (divorce papers, proof of ownership of the house, and a restraining order in place once she delivered the divorce papers).

I just stared at her as she told me all of this. Finally, she said she’d drive me to school. Once I got there, it all became a blur.

Right before I got out of the car, she got a phone call from Richard. I guess she wanted to meet him at a safe location, to “talk.”

What was about to happen?

I found out when I got home. Richard was gone. He took his stuff and left. Apparently, he also transferred to a new location and moved out of state. I was never going to see him again.

* * *​

There was like a week left before school was over, and I’d be moving to New York. Carla had helped me get an apartment and, as a graduation gift, bought me all new furniture (which was already built and sent ahead of me when I went out there).

In the blink of an eye, I had graduated. Carla took me to the airport and thanked me for being such a good kid and letting her “pretend” to be a parent for a couple of seconds. I laughed at that.

All of my funds had arrived in my bank account, and honestly, I probably didn’t even need to go to school or even work if I wanted to. I just felt it was the right thing to do… to honor my parents.

I got on the airplane and wondered what would happen next.

* * *​

I got out of my taxi and looked up at the building. It was huge! The doorman came over and helped me with my luggage. As we walked into the lobby, he asked for my name, then told me which floor and which apartment were mine.

After the elevator ride, I found my apartment and opened the door. It was the nicest place I could have imagined. The furniture I picked with Carla looked amazing.

I put my bags into my room and then went back to the living room, sitting down. I pulled out my new laptop and went to my college’s online portal. Classes started on Monday, and I needed to figure out which building I’d be going to (luckily, the school was a block away…).

I heard a knock on the door. I looked over and thought, “I don’t want to answer that…”

I hoped they’d go away, but there was another knock on the door.

I got up and sort of got a little irritated. I had just gotten off a flight and a taxi ride, and I was exhausted. As I made my way, there was another knock, but this time the person seemed to be annoyed, too. I was about to answer the door when the person knocked again, this time more agitatedly.

(Stupidly) I threw the door open and screamed: “What?”

A voice replied, “I was just coming to welcome you to the neighborhood-” but suddenly stopped.

I realized Richard was standing in front of me, with a shocked look on his face.



The End