Stories : Horny For My Step-Dad – Part 2

It’s been two weeks since my step-dad walked in on my buddy giving me a blow job and he still hasn’t said a word about it. I’m not sure what to make of it, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit.

It’s 3:00 am on a Friday night and I’m laying here in bed on top of my sheets, trying not to think of my step-dad, Mitch. Thinking about him makes my dick hard, but I can’t shake the image of me running my hands down his ripped, furry chest. Mitch stayed out late tonight with his buddies, probably at some bar, but I heard him come home over an hour ago. The house is silent and I assume he is asleep.

I wonder if Mitch sleeps naked.

My right hand slides under my sweat pants as I picture Mitch’s muscular body asleep in his bed, lying on his stomach with the covers down past his ass. I imagine sneaking into his room and sliding into his bed—the bed he used to share with my mom—and him wrapping his massive arm around me and pulling me into him. I stroke my dick and picture him curling up behind me so that I can feel his hard cock throbbing against my smooth ass. I lick my middle finger push it inside my ass, wishing it was Mitch’s cock pushing deep inside of me instead.

I want it to be real so bad I swear I can smell him, can taste him. This is crazy. I need to stop jacking off and get some sleep. I force my hands away, yawn, and stretch my arms over my head. I need to piss.

I roll out of bed and head down the hall towards the bathroom. I take a leak, brush my teeth, and attempt to arrange my hair back into a semblance of my fohawk. I give up after a few seconds and head back towards my room when I notice a soft light coming from the open door of the master bedroom. I can’t stop myself from peeking inside to find Mitch, stripped down to a pair of white boxer briefs, asleep on his back.

His bathroom light is on and I hear water running. I take a nervous step inside his bedroom without averting my eyes from his muscular, hairy legs. He is snoring and, considering the fact he left the bathroom sink running, I’m guessing he came home drunk and is passed out. Mitch doesn’t stir as I step further into the room. I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I’ve been holding all this time and walk past the bed to turn the sink off. I reach to turn the light off but stop to admire Mitch and the way the bathroom light casts shadows across the bulge in his underwear.

The lightest thought of crawling into bed with him makes my cock so hard it aches. I rub my dick through my boxers and continue staring like a complete idiot for a good five minutes while wrestling with my better judgment.

My better judgment loses the match as I take a step towards the bed.

I maneuver to the side of the bed closest to the door and drop to my knees. I watch my hand as it reaches out as though of its own will and touches my step-dad’s tatted bicep. My pulse quickens with panic but Mitch continues his light snoring without reaction. Tracing my fingers up his arm and across his neck, I stop at the dimple formed between the top of his muscled chest and his neck.

I lean forward without a breath and brush my lips across his hairy forearm. I can’t stop myself from pulling my throbbing cock out of my sweat pants, my eyes locked on his bulge. I jack off with a frenzy, afraid he will wake at any second yet unwilling to stop myself. I lick his arm and drag my tongue over the long vein bulging out from his bicep; the taste of salt and cigarettes putting me over the edge.

My balls pull up tight as I get close to shooting. All I can think is that I am completely insane. I lean forward, imagining Mitch’s cock up my ass; imagining my mom walking in to find me pinned under my step-dad as he is pumping a load up my virgin ass. I flick my tongue over Mitch’s nipple and I swear his cock begins to swell under his tight white boxer-briefs. I lick it again, a little harder this time, making his cock pulse. I move to touch his bulge when Mitch suddenly convulses as though he has been shocked. He reaches up and grabs the back of my head before I know what is happening, and I can’t help but yell out due to the abruptness of the move.

He holds my head against his chest as his eyes slowly open slowly. It takes him a few seconds to focus on me and his body tenses as he seems to realize what is happening. Fuck! I can’t believe I put myself in this situation. I can’t bring myself to take a breath.

“Kevin?” Mitch mumbles, sounding somewhat like an accusation rather than a question. “What the fuck are you doing?”

(Part 3 coming soon)

Enzo