Waylaid

[Stepsguy]

Here's a story I'm working on, and I'd love some feedback.

Waylaid:

One:

When I look back at that time in my life, it’s with a mixture of sadness and regret. I was 18 years old, I was months away from graduating, and then the worst possible thing happened. It’s funny how we all go through life, going through our day to day, not realizing something huge is waiting right around the corner…

I was running late, which was the only reason I got the phone call. My parents had already gone to work, and it was up to me to get myself to school. At that point, I was so over it all. I was taking nothing but electives, and it all just felt meaningless. I was 18, about to graduate, and get out of there (hopefully). I had applied to all these colleges, and I didn’t really care where I went, as long as it was far away. That morning, I was lollygagging; I was just another meaningless day being wasted on stupid art classes, and people I sort of never wanted to see again.

That morning, I kept forgetting something I needed for the day, so I kept having to double back whenever I started to leave the house. (Now, was this on purpose or not? I’m not sure…)

I went back to my room to grab a sketch pad I'd forgotten, and was about to leave when the phone rang. I paused at the door and stared at the phone. I really was running late, but I wondered whether I should answer it. I reasoned that if I had left on time, as I was supposed to, I would never have heard the phone ring, so I should go.

It seemed like I stood there forever, but a few seconds later, I reflexively reached down and grabbed the phone.


Two:

“Hello?” I asked into the receiver.

“Hello. This is Sergeant Pearl. To whom am I speaking?” came a man’s grim voice in response.

Why were the police calling? Why did I answer the phone? Was it because I was running late? I’d probably make it on time if I ran part of the way! “Kevin Baker…” I eventually answered.

There was a pause, then “Kevin. Can you do me a favor? I’m gonna need you to stay home for me, buddy.”

“But, I’m going to be late for school!” Another pause, then “I know, buddy, but I just need you to do this. Please?”

I didn’t understand what was happening, but I promised to stay. Sergeant Pearl promised to “be over shortly(???)” and hung up.

I put my stuff down and paced the living room. What on earth could they possibly want with me? It just didn’t make sense. Was I in trouble? I started thinking about everything I had done recently, but nothing seemed to require police attention. What was going on?!! Then the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door and saw two outlines in the frosted glass. Whatever was about to happen, this was it.

I opened the door, and a man and a woman stood there, their faces grim.

“Kevin Baker?” the man said. I recognized his voice as Sergeant Pearl’s from the phone.

“Yes…” I said.

“I’m Sergeant Pearl, and this is Deputy Prada.” The woman nodded toward me.

“May we come in?” Sergeant Pearl asked.

“Uh, yeah. Ok.” I said and ushered them toward the living room, closing the door behind them. I walked back to the living room and found them awkwardly standing there.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Sergeant Pearl asked me.

“Ok…” I said as I sat down and stared up at them.

There was a pause, then “Are your parents Joseph and Samantha Baker?”

“Yes…” I responded, confused as ever.

They gave each other a look, then Sergeant Pearl said, “This morning, while traveling Northbound on the 110, the Bakers were involved in a head-on collision.” I let this wash all over me.

“Ok…” I heard myself say, my stomach sinking into the ground.

Sergeant Pearl continued, “Unfortunately, they were both killed on impact.”

“What?” I think I said. At this point, things started to become blurry. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard Sergeant Pearl ask something about any family I had, and somehow I said, “I don’t have any family…” Sergeant Pearl then said that Deputy Prada would be taking me to the hospital to identify my parents. At that point, it all started to really become a blur. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Deputy Prada’s patrol vehicle. The next thing I knew, I was at the hospital looking at my parents. After seeing them, I threw up. I remembered that much. Suddenly, I was back home, and Deputy Prada was asking me if I had anyone I could reach. I was in such a fog I didn’t even know what to think, but I heard myself automatically say, “Carla and Richard.”


To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Three:

Deputy Prada stayed with me while I waited for Carla and Richard to show up. This was going to be a bit of a wait, as they both worked at the same place my parents did… had. They were my parents' best friends, and they had worked together for years.

They all worked for a film and television production studio. They all took care of various aspects, ensuring the studios functioned as intended for TV and film companies to conduct their business. (It was assumed and expected that I would be going to work with them… and I really didn’t want to!)

I don’t even know what I did as I sat there, but I could feel Deputy Prada’s sad gaze fall upon me as she awkwardly sat there watching me. I don’t know if it was hours or minutes, but the next thing I knew, I heard the front door ring. I looked over to the front door, confused. Seeing that I was so out of it, Deputy Prada went and answered the door. I heard Deputy Prada speaking to a man and a woman who seemed familiar. Next thing I knew, Carla and Richard walked into the room. Carla had clearly been crying, and Richard looked awful.

I looked at them blankly, and then Carla rushed forward, arms spread open. “Oh, Kevin, I’m so sorry,” she said. I felt my body stand up and open my arms to enter her embrace. Richard awkwardly hung back watching. At that moment, Deputy Prada said something, handed Richard something (a card, I think?), and was suddenly gone.

Carla and Richard had decided to stay with me at my house. Food was ordered, but I couldn't eat. Again, it was all just a blur. Apparently, decisions had to be made, but I was in no condition to think. I was lucky that Carla and Richard could stay with me, as they made sure I did the bare minimum to stay alive.

I woke up one day and realized I was starving. I went downstairs to the kitchen and found a bunch of breakfast-type foods sitting around the counter. I grabbed a muffin and sat down. Eventually, Carla came into the kitchen, and we spoke.

One of the first things that was brought up was that the police were asking me if I wanted to try to reach out to any family members I might have. Since I was 18, it was up to me, but they could try to help if I wanted. I flat-out said no. My parents left home at a young age to move to LA and build new lives for themselves, without the blessing or support of their families. I wanted to honor their wishes to stay out of contact.

Next, I had been out of school for a couple of days. It wasn’t as bad as I thought (I'd thought it had been weeks), but apparently, I was headed toward repeating 12th grade if I didn’t start going again. Despite knowing my situation, the school said I either had to return or fail all my classes, forfeiting my year. So I decided to go back the next day.

The last issue was the worst. A lawyer had appeared needing to talk to me. Carla had convinced them she was my guardian, so she could get a sense of what was going on. Apparently, the house was still in mortgage and would need to be paid off. As I didn’t have a job and couldn’t afford to make payments, the next question was whether I wanted to sell it. With both my parents' life insurance policies, work insurance policies, and general savings, there would be enough to pay off the remaining balance. I could then stay, but the general view was that I wouldn’t be able to maintain the home on my own and would instead benefit from selling it and inheriting a much larger sum. I would need to meet with the lawyer and make that decision soon.

(Which, once I met with him and he gave me the proposed amount, compared to what I would get just by paying off the mortgage and keeping the house with no other money, it became a no-brainer. Even if it hurt at the time to sell my family home.)

Then there was the issue of deciding on my parents’ funerals and everything that that entailed.

Once a bit of the dust had settled, and all the pieces started to get into motion, I had to leave my home, which was something I didn’t even think about. Luckily, Carla and Richard offered to let me live with them until I figured everything out and the lawyer could cut through the red tape and finalize everything.


Four:

While Carla and Richard had a fairly modest home, it didn’t feel quite right to me (like truly my home). It was roomy enough, but my house felt so much more spaced out. In fairness to them, they were in their mid to late thirties and didn’t have children (and had no plans to), so it’s not like they needed this huge house. I was lucky enough to get the extra room next to their office, but it wasn’t really close to their bedroom. So I felt like I had some privacy.

It was a huge adjustment. Carla didn’t really cook, so it was a lot of takeout (which was fine). I was used to “production time” schedules because of my parents, but Carla and Richard both kept really different schedules in comparison, and worked odd hours because of their roles at the studio. So there were times when neither would be home, or only one of them would be. It was pretty rare for them to be home at the same time.

I overheard them talking about how their schedule was because of all the time they took off to help me with the funerals and all the other issues I needed to deal with.

I was left to my own devices most of the time. I was sort of used to this anyway, as once I got into high school, my parents thought I’d be able to handle myself without a babysitter. The part I wasn’t used to was where I had no one checking in on me at all, like how school was going, or what my homework was, or if I had even done it.

I was lucky that Carla and Richard lived close enough to my school, and that it didn’t disrupt my life much. I still had to walk, but it wasn’t that far.

As for school, all my teachers were aware of my situation, and they told me, in no uncertain terms, that all I had to do was show up. They had zero expectations of me, which I was grateful for. So sometimes I just sat there, and sometimes I’d participate, but it didn’t matter, because none of my classes were required. I literally had only these dumb electives left to fulfill the required units for graduation.

The worst part was my classmates, who all sat and stared at me, unsure of what to do or say. It was only a couple more months, then it’d all be over. So, whatever.

One day, I came “home” from school and found Carla at home. She had stopped by and picked up the mail that was at my old house, and a few of them were for me. They were letters from colleges. I noticed that some were in giant envelopes while others were in standard-sized envelopes. I opened the smaller counterparts first. Rejection, rejection, rejection. I moved on to the larger packages and was happy to see that I got accepted to three colleges. I just needed to choose.

Carla looked on bemusedly and awkwardly congratulated me, then asked what I thought I might want to do. I wasn’t sure. She understood, then quietly snuck in that I could always work for the studio if I wanted, that there was a job I could walk into at any time. I told her I had a lot to think about, then went to the guest room.

I didn’t know what I’d be doing, but one thing I was sure of was that I would NOT be working there.


To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Five:

It dawned on me that I wasn't seeing Richard at all. It seemed he was working overnight, coming home after I left for school and leaving before I came home. Not that I was too sad about it. Of the two of them, (like I said) he was much more reserved, almost coming off as aloof. He wasn’t rude, but in ways, he could be seen as cold and distant if you didn’t know him.

As one might expect, I was mostly consumed with my own misery at the time. Despite that, I noticed Carla looking a little strained. She never said anything (because why would she), but something was clearly going on.

Carla was about 34 years old. I know this is crazy, but she reminded me of the character Taryn from the film Elm Street 4, in looks and attitude. Like Taryn, Carla had that same punkish attitude, but I could never imagine Carla donning the full-on punk outfit Taryn did in her dream.

Carla was always a cool sort of aunt substitute in my life.

Richard was different. As I said, he’s reserved. One time, I heard him and my dad talking, and I remembered him saying he'd been a high school football player, and I could see it. He was 38 years old, probably about 5’10", and had a stocky, muscular build. I guess he was technically fat, but he wore it well. He was bearded, with red hair and blue eyes. Sometimes he’d get this little smirk on his face, and I swear I’d catch him staring at me with that damn look on his face, then he’d quickly look away. I’m sure I was looking into it way too much, and it was probably nothing. Though I was starting to like that stupid smirk a bit too much…

(I also started to like the way his fat, round ass looked when he wore sweatpants, and I couldn’t help but notice how much his package seemed to move around as well… But what was I talking about? He was my mom and dad’s dear friend and… like an uncle! I couldn’t think of him that way…)

As I’ve said before, I’m 18 and sorely average. I’m 5’8, probably weighed about 160 pounds at the time, had brown hair, and brown eyes. So so average. The only thing I had going for me was that one of my girlfriends told me that I had a huge ass. She got all my other girlfriends to agree, and for a while, they all called me “Kevy Cakes,” especially once I started walking. (“There goes Kevy Cake’s!”) I noticed that some of my male classmates also seemed to notice it, as I caught quite a few staring. I’d walk off laughing as they’d rush away red in the face. Of course, all that kind of stuff stopped once my parents died. Now all I got were the silent stares.

At this point, I was sure that I was gay. I sort of knew all along, but as my high school years went on, it became more apparent. I started to notice my eyes would linger on a guy's butt a bit longer than they should have, and I wasn’t looking at girls the same way at all. Then I started to notice that a lot of my male classmates were, quite frankly, hot. The way they sagged their pants, the stupid facial hair they had, and their stupid faces that I wanted to kiss for some stupid reason. No doubt they were very gross. I mean, I had to be around them all the time, so I saw horrible things and heard horrible things, too. But also, inexplicably, I wanted to do things with them, to them.

At night, when I’d start to have thoughts about my classmates, I was finding that more recently Richard would come into my mind, and I’d have to stop, all freaked out that my mind even went there. But still…

None of this mattered anyway. Richard was hardly home anymore, and I was going to be leaving this all behind soon enough. (And, you know, he was married to Carla!!!). This was all a waste of my time, Richard was straight and married and wouldn’t be interested in sex with a man, no less me! Yeah, I had to let it go. Stop being delusional. (But damn, he had a nice ass though…)


Six:
I didn’t know what time it was, but it was still dark out. I looked around the room, confused about where I was. Then it came back, I was at Carla’s house, and this wasn’t my room, and well, all the rest of it… But something woke me up? Was it a noise or? I looked at the time and saw that it was 3ish in the morning. I was immediately pissed. “What the hell, man, I have school in the morning!!!” I thought, but then remembered it was the weekend. I sat there, even more confused. That’s when I heard the noise again. Moaning. Oh my God, was I hearing Carla and Richard having sex? What a nightmare. I definitely didn’t want to think about something like that, much less hear it! But the sound was nearby, and their room was basically on the other side of the house. So what the hell was this? I silently got up and went to the door.

One thing I noticed about this house was how quiet everything was. If I wanted to sneak out, I could very easily do so, but of course, I didn't want to go out to party with friends or whatever nowadays. Now, I was grateful for the silence as I opened the door.

I realized the sound was coming from the office next to the guest room. I crept to the office door and found it wide open.

Looking in, I made two discoveries. One, the moans were coming from a porn video that was playing on the large TV. And Two, Richard was fully nude and jerking off to the video, which I only then realized was of two guys having sex. I guess he was so immersed in what he was doing, he didn’t notice me. He lay on the couch, facing the TV, his back to the door. My eyes focused on the big, fat cock in his hand. It looked to be about 7 to 7.5 inches and very thick. I was mesmerized, thinking that this was it, this was my chance!

But the rational side of me took over. I realized that if he saw me, I’d be catching him in a very compromised position, and none of this was fair to him. (And he was still a married straight guy, no matter what I saw).

I slowly backed out of the doorway and backed down the hall. I was actually almost to the guest room when he suddenly said, “Yeah. Look at that fat ass… I want to fuck a nice fat ass…” I was so taken aback that I tripped over myself and bumped into a decorative vase that was in the hall.

Luckily, it didn’t break, but it did make a very loud clatter on the ground. I quickly entered my room and shut the door as quietly as possible. (Of course, I basically slammed the door shut.)

I ran to the bed and jumped under the covers. I then paused, waiting to see what would happen. Eventually, I heard the office door close, and no more sounds came after that. Despite being as scared as I was, I somehow fell asleep.

The next morning, I bolted upright with a start. Many thoughts went through my mind, but mostly I hoped Richard had just figured it was Carla who caught him and that he wouldn’t suspect me at all.

I was starving, so I got up and dressed, heading to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. At least they’d both be gone, so I could do whatever all day long.

But as I entered the kitchen, I found out that I was wrong, so very, very wrong.


To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Seven:

Richard sat at the table, sipping a coffee. I tried to back out of the room, but Richard called out, “Hey Kevin…”

I had no choice but to go back. “Hey Richard,” I said, hoping I sounded natural and not at all freaked out.

“So how’s it going?” Richard asked me, looking at me with what looked to be quite frankly a pissed-off look on his face, like he was about to jump me or something.

“I’m good. So, I was just going to grab some food, then go hang out with some buddies,” I lied.

Richard just stared at me. “So what happened last night?” he finally asked me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Don’t bullshit me. What happened last night?”

I got flustered, but then quickly said, “Oh… I don’t know. Maybe you should ask Carla?”

“Except Carla wasn’t here last night. Just you. So, one more time. What happened last night?”

I didn’t know what to say. Did I need to be worried that Richard would do something to me? He’d always been reserved… but was he dangerous?

“Well?” he demanded.

“Oh, well… you see… I heard a noise, and I went to look.”

“And what did you see?”

I just stared at him, then said, “Well, I went to where I thought I heard the noise and-“

“And what?”

“Well, I saw you lying there… and I felt really bad, so I went back to my room.”

“And that’s it? That’s all you saw?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“You didn’t hear anything? See anything else?”

“No.”

“All you saw was me?”

“Ye-yeah…”

At this, he took a sip of coffee and got that fucking smirk on his face.

“Like what you see?”

“What???”

He laughed, then said, “Oh, nothing. Nothing.”

Just like that, he picked up a newspaper and began reading it, completely ignoring me. I grabbed a muffin and ran back to the guest room, completely freaked out.

What the hell just happened? And what did he mean by “like what you see?” What the fuck?!!

I just stayed in the room and lay low until I heard him leave.

I needed to get out of that house as soon as possible.


Eight:

To my horror, I realized that not only had Carla and Richard seemingly switched shifts, but that Richard also seemed to be home whenever I was suddenly. I also definitely caught him staring at me more than once, but it wasn’t with that same weird smirk. Now it was more calculating, as if he was going to beat me up or something. I felt like everywhere I’d go in the house, I’d turn a corner, and Richard would be there, staring at me. Watching me.

I woke with a start again, after hearing a noise, afraid of what I’d find. Instead, it became abundantly clear what I had heard. It was Carla and Richard arguing about how they had been drifting apart for a while, and how they weren’t having sex anymore, and wondering if they should even bother being married anymore.

It got silent, and then Carla said something that chilled me to the bone. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ll be going to Australia for a month. Put things into perspective.”

“Yeah, run away!” Richard yelled back at her.

The next morning, Carla met me to apologize if I had heard any of their argument, and to apologize for having to leave so suddenly for her work trip.

She gave me a debit card in her name and said I could use it for food or emergencies, if Richard weren’t around or if he didn’t bring home food or whatever I needed. With that, she hugged me, then walked out the front door and was gone.


To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Nine:

I really didn’t know what to do at this point. I had about two months left before I graduated, and I could finally get my inheritance. (Oh yeah, the lawyer said I couldn’t get it until everything else cleared, and also that I needed to have graduated from high school first. Yippee!)

I figured out that I wanted to go to college in New York (you know, get as far away as possible!), but I hadn’t replied to that acceptance letter just yet. I was hoping to go over everything with Carla, but I couldn’t now… I guess I could go to my counselor and see if they could help me, but that meant doing more than just existing at school…

I tried to be as non-existent as possible. I went to school, tried to start hanging out with my friends again (as much as possible), and when I finally came “home,” I just went straight to my room.

Richard was being so weird. Out of nowhere, he stopped wearing a shirt whenever I saw him around the house. (I hate to admit, but his furry, stocky chest was so fucking hot… And the way his butt crack showed in his sweatpants… was almost too much to handle. And I swear he would bend over for no reason at all and quickly look back to try and catch me staring, which he did multiple times. That stupid smirk would spread across his face.)

I don’t know when he worked, because he seemed to be home all the time now.

I came home one day to find him lying on the living room couch, watching TV. He was clearly drunk and only wearing a pair of boxers. I tried to walk past quickly, but he called me back.

“Hey! Get over here…” he drunkenly stammered.

I walked back, getting very nervous.

“So, how’s school going?”

“Ok, I guess…”

“What does that mean?”

He immediately sounded pissed.

“Uh… Well… It doesn’t really matter. None of my classes matter…” I stammered.

He just blankly stared at me, then took a sip of his beer.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

I laughed, “Oh, no…”

“No? What, you don’t like girls?”

I felt my face turn red.

“What? You a fag or something?”

“No-“

“No?”

“No, I-“

“You like sucking cock?”

I said nothing, my face getting redder. With that, he drank the rest of his beer, crushed the can, then threw it at my face.

He laughed at how clearly uncomfortable I was.

“I bet you love sucking cock…” he muttered, then got up off the couch and walked off. To my surprise, he started to pull his boxers off as he walked, giving me a good look at his ass. I quickly turned away. Eventually turning back, I saw the boxers lying on the floor.

I didn’t know what to do. I had nowhere to go. I wandered into the kitchen to grab a cup of water and try to calm down. What had I gotten myself into? I wondered if I could reach out to Deputy Prada to see if I had family after all? Hopefully, they wouldn’t be as messy as Richard…

I absentmindedly walked back toward the guest room, and that’s when I noticed that the bathroom door was wide open and that Richard was in the shower. He had left the curtain open, and I could see him standing there. He had his back to me and was rubbing soap all over his stocky body. (His ass was all soapy and looked amazing…)

Suddenly, he turned around, and his cock was semi-hard. He got that fucking smirk on his face and kind of washed/stroked his cock a little.

“Like what you see?” he asked again.

I said nothing, but I didn’t leave. I just stood there staring at him. He got this huge grin on his face and seemed to enjoy putting on a show for me.

“You like sucking cock?” he asked again.

Again, I said nothing. He smiled at this and turned around, soaping up his ass again, making sure to lather up each cheek, like he was trying to be sexy. He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me that damn smirk, then bent over, spreading his hole and letting me get a real good look.

“Why don’t you come over here?” he drunkenly called.

Instead, I ran to the guest room. And for the first time, I locked the door.



To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Ten:

I can’t be sure when, but Richard left at some point, so I went and grabbed some food. Again, I sort of sat there wondering if I should just leave. Maybe I could get a hotel room? Or maybe I should call Carla? Try to stay the night with a friend? I didn’t know what to do. It was crazy to think I was months away from getting a large sum of money and that none of this would be my problem anymore.

I hadn’t even realized it, but I wandered back into the guest room and sat down on the bed, just thinking about everything.

I woke with a start. I don’t know when or how, but I must have lain down at some point because I had just been asleep. It was then that I realized I'd woken up because I was hearing the very same noise I had heard that night... This time was a bit different, though, as Richard had the video playing as loudly as possible. I could hear the moans and sex sounds, almost as if the guys were standing outside the door.

I had a decision to make. Just ignore it or go and see what he was up to. In the fog of my sleepiness and, being honest, I was pretty damn horny, I got up and opened the door.

I slowly made my way to the office, expecting a similar experience to the one I'd had the other night. I was in for a bit of a shock.

Richard was lying there, of course, fully nude, but this time he was facing toward the door. He didn’t look shocked to see me. If anything, he was expecting it. There was that damn smirk, and then he got to work stroking his cock.

I just stood there watching.

“So you did like what you saw,” he said.

I said nothing.

“Yeah, you did, didn’t you?”

I felt my face burn bright red.

“Didn’t you?” he asked, reaching up with his other hand and pinching his nipple.

“…yeah,” I said quietly.

“Hehe, Yeah… I bet you did,” he said.

For a while, we just stared at each other. (It was around that time that I realized that he smelled like a brewery.)

“Why don’t you take those clothes off?” he asked me.

I felt my face burn even brighter.

“Go on,” he said, pumping his cock as he expectantly stared at me.

I slowly removed my t-shirt and basketball shorts.

“Yeah… that’s right…” he said as he watched.

My cock was probably about 6 or 6.5 inches and nowhere as thick as his. I awkwardly stared at him as he jerked off while he watched me get undressed.

“Why don’t you turn around…” he said (and it wasn’t a question).

I slowly turned around.

“God damn. Look at that fat ass…”

I felt my face burn bright again.

“Ever have anything in it before?”

I slowly turned back around, “No.”

“No? Are you sure? I bet there’s a bunch of guys that’d like to fuck that.”

I said nothing.

“You ever suck a cock?”

“No.”

“Really? I don’t believe that…”

“No. I haven’t.”

He looked at me and smirked.

“Why don’t you come over here?”

I just looked at him for a bit, then I slowly made my way over toward him. His smirk got even bigger. He gave himself one last little squeeze, then let go of his cock.

“Why don’t you touch it?”

I just stared down at it. This was it. If I crossed this line, there was no coming back. (But God damn it was so fucking big and looked like it tasted good…)

“Go on. Touch it.”

I stopped caring and dropped to my knees, wrapping my hand around his fat cock.

“There you go…” he purred, “You like it?”

I didn’t know what to think. It was very big and hot and hard.

I awkwardly sat there just holding it. He just looked up at my face expectantly. I suddenly felt very stupid. What the fuck was I doing?

“Do what you want…” he almost whispered.

Fuck it, I thought, and started to move my hand up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and whispered, “There you go…”

As I worked his shaft, I started to get more into it. I changed my grip and tried different ways of jerking him off. He seemed to be into what I was doing, but it all just seemed to be an ‘ok’ experience. That’s when I remembered, I liked it when I had a bit of a wetter cock whenever I jerked off…

I leaned forward, face inches from his cock, and spat on it, getting the spit all over his shaft.

“Fuck… I thought you were about to put it in your mouth…” he said, looking at me again.

I absentmindedly jerked him off as I looked at him, then I leaned over again and put the head of his dick into my mouth.

“…oh yeah.”

I sort of licked around the head and got used to the girth of his cock. He had a bit of a tangy taste, but as I sucked on his head, it started to go away.

“Try to take more of it down that throat…”

I did my best, slowly taking as much as I could, inch by inch. I don’t know how much I had taken, but I eventually started to choke. He laughed at this.

“That’s right, choke on that shit…”

I wanted to do better, so I made an effort to really start sucking him.

“Oh… There you go… That’s right…” he growled.

I was really getting into it, and I was starting to realize that I fucking loved sucking dick.

“Suck that shit, fucking suck it…” he whispered.

I was making crazy, sloppy slurping noises with my mouth, and he was starting to moan even louder. I could feel his cock starting to twitch in my mouth.

“Hold on, hold on,” he said, sitting up. “I’m not done yet.”

The next thing I knew, he had my cock in his mouth, and he was blowing me. I was so shocked, but he was expertly working me. I got hard in seconds, and he was blowing me just as good as I had been blowing him (probably better, if I’m being honest). My knees started to get weak, and the next thing I knew, he grabbed me, and in a quick motion (somehow), I was lying on top of him, facing toward his cock. I took that as an invitation and got to work.

There we were, blowing each other like there was no tomorrow. I knew I wanted to make him cum, so I assumed he was working just as hard to get my load, too. I was getting chills up my spine from all the slurping and sucking sounds we were making. It was insane.

He shifted a bit, and suddenly I jumped up, but he held me in place. Having grabbed each of my ass cheeks, he had spread me open and was sticking his tongue into my hole. It was so wet and weird, but it also felt so fucking good…

“Oh my God…” I managed between mouthfuls of cock.

I relaxed and let him even further in, which felt so crazy, as his tongue was slowly wriggling and working its way deeper in my hole. He pushed me up into a sitting position and had me fully sit on his face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down as far as he could, somehow getting his tongue even deeper into my hole. I slowly wriggled on his face, and he did this naughty little muffled giggle, clearly loving it.

Again, he quickly grabbed me up (which was really scary, now that I think about it) and bent me over the couch. He sat on the floor and French-kissed my hole like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t help it and moaned like a little bitch.

“You like it?” he asked, then dove back in.

“…yes,” I moaned.

He laughed again, which felt crazy against my hole. Finally, he started to slap and spank my ass. I didn’t know what he was doing, but the next thing I knew, I felt the pressure of something pushing against my hole. I quickly looked back, and he was still sitting there, slowly trying to put one of his thick sausage fingers up my ass.

“Wait. I’m not-”

He kept pushing, but it met with fierce resistance. I moaned, but in slight pain.

“Damn… You really have never had anything up there before, huh?”

“No.”

“Well… ok then,” he said, smacking my ass.

He stood up and made my way back to the couch, but before he could do much else, I said, “Wait.” He just looked back at me.

“Can I eat your ass?”

He said nothing, but instead got a twisted smile on his face, then slowly got himself into the same position I had just been in.

“The only thing going up there is your tongue. Got it?” he roared.

I muttered an agreement, then knelt again, lining my face up with his big, meaty ass. First thing I did was to feel up each cheek. This was somehow even more surreal than anything else that had happened at that point. I had stared at this ass every time I got the chance, for years, and now here it was, right in front of my face.

I leaned in and kissed first one cheek, then the other. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I started to lick one of his cheeks and slowly made my way toward the center. I grabbed the other cheek and spread him open a little, making my way toward his hole. I felt my tongue brush up against his musky pink center. He grunted in response. Without hesitation, he reached back and pulled my face deeper into his hole. So I got to work, licking and eating his beefy hole.

“Yeah, eat my ass, you little bitch,” he grunted.

I did everything I could think of based on what I ever seen in porn, which he seemed to like. I’m not sure how long this went on (felt like an eternity, thankfully), but eventually he said, “I want to cum.” He pushed me off and quickly lay back down on the couch, jerking himself again. I moved to get his cock back into my throat, but he stopped me.

“Get on top.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. We worked each other for a couple of minutes before I could feel his cock twitching, which in turn made me feel like I wanted to cum too. Somehow, we both came at the same time, right into each other’s mouths. I swallowed every bit of his nut, and I assume he did the same with mine. We sort of kept sucking after it was over, but we both lost our erections, and I eventually got up. I started to leave, but he stopped me.

“Good job, man, but next time I expect to fuck that ass.”

I said nothing and went back to the guest room.


To Be Continued

 

[Symon1982]

Great story can't wait to hear more

 

[Stepsguy]

Great story can't wait to hear more

Thank you!

 

[curiouslittledick]

Please go on.

 

[Stepsguy]

Please go on.

I just wrote two more chapters; I just need to go through and edit them, then I'll have them up shortly.

 

[Stepsguy]

Eleven:

I woke up the next day. Then everything that had happened came flooding back to me. There was no way that really happened. I must have been having some crazy ass dream…!

I got up, got dressed, and left my room.

Entering the kitchen, I saw Richard was making himself some coffee… and he was fully naked! I guess after what had happened, he didn’t give a shit anymore. He turned at the sound of me entering the room.

“Hey, Kevin,” he smirked at me.

I couldn’t help but let my eyes drop down to his cock, making his smirk even wider.

“H-hey…” I muttered.

“What’s up with this?” he asked, grabbing my shirt. “No point wearing this shit.”

Why does my face always go red?

“I dunno, isn’t it… a bit weird?”

He put his coffee cup down and walked up to me, getting right in my face so he could stare me right in the eyes, “Nothing weird about wanting to look at that sexy body all day…”

I was stunned and again, a bit scared.

He laughed, “To be honest, I always hang out naked. The only reason I stopped was that you came to stay with… us.” He took a slight pause, then added, “Since we’ve been, uh, up close and personal, I don’t see how it’s a big deal.”

(His smirk was intoxicating.)

I didn’t know what to say.

“Whatever. It’s up to you. I’m going to be comfortable, but do what you want,” and he went back to his coffee cup.

I grabbed up some food and quickly went back to the guest room to eat. I had just finished eating when there was a knock on the door, and Richard entered (fuck, I forgot to lock the door!).

“So what are we doing today, buddy?” he asked me. I didn’t know what to say. Richard interjected before I had much time to think, “Well, I thought we could watch a couple of movies, maybe play some CoD, see what happens…”

“See what happens?” I squeaked out.

“Yeah. You know, maybe while we’re watching the movie, and you start to get a feeling, like say, you think you wanna jerk me off… or suck me… well, then you reach over and do it. Or if I get the feeling that I might wanna eat your ass or finger you, then I can do that too. Ya know? Just see where the day takes us.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Hell, we could even just make out all day, and rub our cocks together… who knows!?”

I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. None of this could be real.

“I’m gonna be out there, picking a movie. Come join me… when you're ready,” he said, gesturing down to my clothes, then left.

What was I going to do? It was Saturday. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. I was stuck. Should I just stay locked up in this room all weekend? Would that eventually piss him off? Then what? How mad could he get, and what would he do to me? Maybe I could just play along, hang naked, but never actually do anything else with him? (Who was I kidding… that cock and ass were way too tempting…)

I just needed to play along to get along, so I left the room and headed to the living room.


To Be Continued

 

[Stepsguy]

Twelve:

I found Richard sitting on the couch, scrolling through various flix. He sat there with a very bored look on his face, but when he saw me, his eyes lit up. (Admittedly, my eyes dropped down to his widely spread open legs to take a good look at his cock and balls…) His face quickly turned annoyed when he saw I was still dressed.

“You need to take that shit off,” he said flatly.

I was immediately scared. Then he suddenly stood up and got in my face.

“I’ve been nice about it, but now you need to take that shit off, and I’m not asking.”

I was frozen in fear.

“I’m giving you till the count of three, then I’m ripping that shit off.”

I looked up into his eyes, and I was met with the coldest expression.

“One… Two…”

I quickly ripped my shirt off, then pulled down my pants, but left my boxers on. He just gave me a nasty look, and then I quickly ripped my boxers off.

“There we go!” he said, slapping my ass and then giving it a bit of a squeeze. (Of course, my face went bright red… because I was loving every second of this, despite how I was acting.)

With that, he went back to the couch.

“So what are we watching?” he asked me, as if nothing happened.

“I don’t know… whatever you like,” I said, sitting down next to him.

“Ok,” he said, switching to a web browser on the TV, went to a porn site, and turned on a 4-hour-long gay porn compilation. The very first scene showed a younger twink sucking off an older bear, interestingly…

He put the remote down, then looked at me. Seeing I kept my distance, he patted the spot right next to him, and I figured I'd better scoot my ass over.

“That’s better…” he said, putting an arm around me and then looked down at me, right into my eyes. It felt like he was looking at me like I was his lover… and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me. This was another first for me… and I hate that I loved it. His mouth was surprisingly so soft, and the way his beard and moustache rubbed against me felt so good. Suddenly, his tongue went into my mouth, and then I put mine into his. It felt so good to be held by him, almost like he was this big blanket covering me. Suddenly I felt… safe? (I don’t know, it’s hard to explain… But I was so turned on and loved what was happening.)

He then sat back and said, “Do whatever you want to me.”

(I threw all my apprehensions right out the window like a fucking hypocrite). So I decided to feel him up. Slowly feeling up every inch of him, starting at his chest, working around his nipples and pecs, feeling his muscled arms, and slowly working down to his belly.

“Ooh…” he grunted.

I skipped over his groin and worked my way down his legs, feeling the muscles as I went. I then switched it up and playfully reached up to run my fingers through his beard. He closed his eyes as I played with his beard and gently rubbed his face. I then got up and sat back down in his lap, took both sides of his face into my hands, moving my thumbs on his cheeks, and leaned in to continue kissing him. I was loving kissing him; it just felt so right and good. The next thing I knew, I could feel this stiff cock pressing against my ass, while mine was pressing against his stomach.

With a quickness, he stood up, holding me to him as he put me on my back and got on top of me. Now he was caressing my face as we kissed. I reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me, inviting him to continue humping his cock against my stomach. (Mine also rubbed against his stomach, but that didn’t seem as important.) He suddenly pulled away, looking down at me like I was the love of his life.

“We could do this all day,” he said, then put his tongue back into my mouth. (I hated that I agreed.)

Then he slowly pulled away from me, getting back into a sitting position. He put his arms up, hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. “Do anything you wanna do?”

I gave him one last quick peck (he slightly smirked), and then I got on my knees, putting his cock in my mouth.

“Hmm… there you go…” he said.

This time, I decided I wanted to just feel every inch of his cock, get to know him. My goal wasn’t to make him cum, but to sort of experiment, play. Could I take him all the way down my throat? How would he react to me only sucking the head, using different sucking patterns, using my tongue? He patiently let me explore his cock, but as time went on, I felt him shift, and he was rubbing and exploring my body, making his way down toward my ass.

He grabbed my face and pulled me up into a quick kiss.

“Here, let me show you some of my techniques…” he whispered.

Then he lay me down and took my cock in his mouth. He was doing so many crazy techniques with his mouth and tongue. In between mouthfuls, he said, “Do your best to try to copy the way it feels on your cock with your mouth, when you do it to me…”

“Ok…” I said weakly.

Not being as experienced as he was, I was pretty close to cumming, so he finally backed off. He sat back and gently rubbed his stomach and chest, looking at me with his eyes half closed.

“What else should we do?” he asked.

I hesitated, then said, “Can I eat your ass?”

He smiled and then said, “Of course, baby…” Then he shifted to lie on his stomach.

I went back to feeling him up. He had this big, strong back, and it was easy to imagine he had been a football player. I sort of gave him a back massage as I slowly made my way down to his ass. When I finally reached it, I slowly massaged each cheek, making sure I took the time to feel his booty. I loved how furry he was back there, running my fingers through it. Prying each meaty cheek open, I saw that his pink center was hairless. I leaned in and took a sniff, and was greeted by a musky scent that gave me such a rush. I lowered my face down to his hole and slowly worked my tongue against his hole.

“That’s right…” he grunted, reaching back, grabbing each cheek, and spreading his ass further open. “Get in there and eat me like you're starving,” he instructed.

I did my best to oblige. It was a bit intimidating having him in such an exposed and vulnerable position, like at any second he’d realize what he was doing and throw me off of him, but it almost seemed like he loved this more than all the stuff we had already done. (It made me wonder if he wasn’t being honest about wanting something up his ass…)

He let me rim him for probably about an hour before he gently said, “My turn, baby…”

We both stood up, and I replaced him on the couch.

“I’m going to eat you too… but after that I’m going to be playing with your ass.”

I just lay there waiting, reaching back to spread my hole open. He sort of giggled, then reached over and opened a drawer, pulling out a buttplug, Dildo and some lube. I looked at the items in fear, but he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry… I won’t hurt you…”

I gulped and got ready for what was about to happen.


To Be Continued

 

[curiouslittledick]

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[Stepsguy]

(Why on earth does the word "Dildo" link to an ad/website?)

 

[Stepsguy]

Thirteen:

First, he lowered his face down to my ass and made love to my hole with his tongue. Unlike our last encounter, he really took his time. He was moving his tongue in patterns and swirls, in searching and invasive (but amazing) ways. I gently moaned into the couch cushion, hating how vulnerable this made me feel, but loving how much his tongue and mouth were taking what was his.

It dawned on me that his technique must have been the way he would have used it on a woman. Something about it seemed so masculine and aggressive, like he wanted me to feel every flick, every prod. He wasn’t afraid to get in there, quickly darting in and out of my hole and swirling around the rim.

Somehow, it seemed that he got even deeper in me, not even bothering to hide how much he wanted to get deeper in there. I took a deep breath and relaxed, and that’s when his tongue plunged even further; it almost felt like a little Dildo or something.

Richard suddenly smacked my ass very hard, first one cheek, then the other. I loudly moaned in response. He then started to kiss one of my cheeks and put a finger against my hole, swirling it around the rim. This was a bit too much, and I tensed back up.

“Let me in…” Richard whispered and put his tongue back into my hole. As he wiggled and prodded his tongue, I relaxed a bit more. After a bit, he pulled away.

“You need to be relaxed. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said with a slap of my ass.

“I’ll try…”

He giggled, then started kissing and licking my ass again.

Somewhere between his devotion to my hole, he managed to whisper, “I’m going to touch you again…”

I took another deep breath and felt him place his finger against me, and I did my best to relax.

Despite Richard having a major role at the studio, he loved to be more hands-on and would constantly get involved in set building or rigging up tech, lighting, or whatever he could (when he could just as easily have sat at a desk). Because of all of that, he developed these rough and calloused fingers. They had become so rough, calloused, they had become these thick sausage-sized fingers. He had done his best in his downtime to moisturize his hands, but they never really softened up.

Currently, he was pressing one of those sausage fingers against my hole. I sort of squirmed against its roughness, and he laughed.

“I can see how that might not be comfortable…”

He reached over and grabbed the lube, putting some on his finger, then placing it back against my hole. He slowly swirled it around, gently pressing it against my ass, trying to push his way in. I moaned, but it was in a mixture of pleasure and agony, as his finger started to enter and stretch my hole.

He sensed that this was really going to work, so he reached over and grabbed the butt plug. He lubed it up and pressed the tip against me, slowly applying pressure.

“Open up that hole,” Richard whispered.

As he was pushing the plug in, he added some more lube to my ass, which helped the plug start to go in. I couldn’t believe it, but it was slowly entering me.

“There we go…”

Richard gently massaged my cheeks as he added more pressure. The plug itself wasn’t that big, but if you’ve never had anything in your ass, it felt like you were trying to shove the whole world up there. (I didn’t know it, but there were actually two more plugs that doubled in size.)

“Open up…” Richard said somewhere above me.

The plug sort of stalled. The flared-out middle portion was stuck against the inner part of my ass. Richard started to push more aggressively against my hole. I did my best to relax, but it was starting to become more painful.

"Open up that hole," Richard demanded as he pushed even harder against the resistance of my ass. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. The resistance started to give, and I felt the plug enter me even further.

“There we go…”

It was such a strange feeling; painful, but also somehow good. Slowly, it slid its way in, and before I knew it, I felt the flared end and Richard’s hand pressing against my ass. With a mischievous giggle, he slapped his hand against the plug a couple of times, pushing it even further in and against my prostate (which was a whole other sensation), causing me to twitch.

“One down, five more to go…” Richard said to me, laughing at the shocked look on my face.


To Be Continued