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I arrived to a semi-dark house. My house. It was a one-story Spanish-type home with my own room, Mom and her husband in their's, and a guest room.
At first glance, I didn't see anyone in the living room, dining room, or kitchen, nor did I hear movement. But the moment I closed the door, I heard another door shutting in the house and the sound of feet slapping against hard tiles.
First a shadow, then the figure of Mom's husband came: his name was Ty, and a really great guy--not just looks, but personality-wise, too. He had fierce, ice-blue eyes and short black hair (whenever he looked up at me or if I caught his eyes, I would nearly flinch away because of its intense gaze) that matched with a body that's been through severe army training. Ty was 27--nearly a year older than my Mom.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist, excess water dripping from his legs, indicating he took a shower just seconds before I arrived.
"Hey, bud. Where've you been? Your mom's workin' late tonight, so I'll be with ya until you go to bed. Cool?" he asked casually.
"Yeah, it's all good, Ty. Uh, I've been to a friend's--he's in the neighborhood."
Ty nodded briefly, then wove between the sofas to sit on one facing the LCD. He grabbed the remote and flipped it to ESPN, where a hockey team just got to half-time.
When the half-time commercials started running, Ty turned to me and asked, "Luke, wanna watch with me? I mean, if you're busy with something else...," Ty trailed off, leaving me with the decision.
I shrugged. "Yeah, sure, I've got nothin' better to do." And with that, I dropped my backpack onto the floor, grabbed a box of Oreo's and CHEEZ-IT's from the kitchen pantry, and sank down onto the couch next to Ty. I felt his arm weave across the back of the sofa and his hand hanging off of my shoulder. A thought crossed my mind: why do men always put their arms like this? Oh well, I'd find out later.
I came back to reality, and sports. I didn't really care for hockey, or for almost any sport for that matter. But I just sat and gazed at the TV, just to give Ty some company.
Speaking of Ty, I glanced up at him, and saw him dozing, head thrown back and his Adam's Apple like a sharp mountain on his neck. I rolled my eyes, laughing internally, as I realized that I was pretty much trapped next to Ty until he woke up.
Well, better make the most of it, I thought. Since Mom found Ty (don't ask me how), I thought he was a pretty handsome hunk of a guy. The first few things that I wondered about Ty were his face, his body, and his dick. Well, I've seen his face, and most of his body. But tonight, I would see his dick.
The box of Oreo's was on my lap, and my hands next to it. I removed the box and gently placed it next to me on the couch. Then I turned in my spot so that I was facing Ty and ran my left hand under his towel until it hit bare skin: left thigh.
I gently pulled open his towel, my brain screaming at me in futile defiance. When I almost abandoned the mission because of how much trouble I'd be in, I saw the tip of his penis. As I pulled on his towel more, I saw the whole thing.
It was very big and limp, obviously. While there were a few scraggly hairs, the largeness of his ball-sack and penis balanced it out, versus if his dick was hidden underneath a canopy of pubes. As I drooled over his enormous dick (not really), Ty stirred in his sleep, which scared me so much I dropped the towel and resumed my original position watching TV under his arm.
If I didn't get scared enough to drop the towel, I would've probably ended up in deep shit with Ty for staring at his manhood. Ty stirred for a little longer, and fully awoke. He rubbed his eyes with his palms, and said, "Luke, go take a shower, will ya?"
I smiled, and said, "OK, then, if I smell THAT badly."
Ty sighed. "Yeah, you do."
I got up from the couch and headed for the bathroom in the hallway. Inside, I stripped naked, grabbed a towel and draped it across the shower booth door, turned on the hot water, and ventured underneath the forceful jets, allowing them to soak through my tired skin and calm down the aching muscles.
When I finished, I shut off the water and pushed open the door. The mirrors were all fogged up, and my clothes were even a little damp. I reached up to grab my towel from the shower door, but it was on the floor in a heap. As I reached down to grab it, I heard Ty yell, "Luke! Can you grab a towel for me from the bathroom? Mine's all damp!"
I wrapped my towel around my waist, snatched an extra one for Ty, grabbed my clothes, and went into the hall. I threw my clothes into my room as I passed by and strolled into the kitchen.
Ty was there, but with his towel in his hand and stark-naked. I didn't see his dick, though, because of the island in the kitchen standing in the way. Damn. But as I moved closer to him, I did, and this time it was semi-hard. Compared to my dick, his semi-hard one was longer than when mine was rock-hard.
"Aren't you cold? Standing nude in the kitchen?" I asked casually.
"Eh. No big deal. Ya know, one exercise I had to do when I was in the military was to run naked for a mile in freezing weather everyday in the winter."
I was shocked. I wasn't able to bring myself up to even running around the block naked in the summer! "Wow! Didn't your dick become an icicle?"
He laughed heartily. "Uh, almost. It turned purple." Hey, grape-flavored penis.
I chuckled. "That's... I'm not doing that exercise. Ever. What's it for, even?"
"If you get into enemy hands, you must be able to survive harsh weather and climate, even if you don't have any clothes to wear." True, but I would still never do that.
I went to the fridge to get a Sprite, and on the way there, I passed Ty. I felt his dick brushing my lower back, and that was enough to get me a hard-on. I ignored it, and made sure not to turn around so Ty could see.
"Oh, Ty, here's your towel." I yanked the towel from under my arm and threw it to him, who easily snatched it from the air and in one swift motion, wrapped the towel around his waist. I can still see your rod, I thought sneakily.
I opened the double-door fridge and took a can of soda. Then, as I passed Ty, he was with his back to me. But just before I could slip past, my towel unknotted itself and dropped to the floor, exposing myself and making my dick rear up. I felt my face flush up as I hurried to pull the towel off the floor, but Ty turned around and saw me while I was on the floor. I was looking up Ty's towel and could see his dick, but I hastily pried my eyes away from that as I thought, What if he sees me looking at him?
Ty turned back around to whatever he was doing. I let out my breath, not even realizing that I was holding it in. I picked myself off the floor and almost ran to sit on the couch before I could be "discovered" trying to look at my step-dad again.
As I told you before, I am a pretty short person, around 5-foot-4-inches in height, give or take a few inches. So, as I was sunk down in the couch, I must've not been so visible, because Ty practically sat on me for a few seconds before realizing that I was there.
"What the--Luke! Sorry bud, I didn't see you there." Luckily, he didn't see my dick springing up when he sat his ass on me. Ty had a bag of potato chips in his hand, and when he almost sat on me, some of them spilled onto the floor. What I wanted him to do was to lean down and pick them up so his ass would be in my face, but instead he sat on the couch and then leaned down to pick them up. Dang it.
"Aren't you forgetting the salsa, Ty?" I asked craftily.
He paused for a moment, and resumed cleaning the chips off the floor. "Yes, Luke, I forgot 'bout that. How about--?"
"--I'll clean the mess, and you get the salsa? I'm too lazy, Ty. Remember? Teenagers'r like that, all the time."
He sighed, and groaned dramatically. "Fine... What kinda salsa do you want? Green, yellow, or red?" he asked as he passed me.
What the fuck? "Traffic lights?"
"No--guacamole, cheese dip, or regular salsa? Those are the colors of dips."
Oh, I see what you did there, I thought to myself. "Red and yellow."
I heard the fridge door opening, jars clinking, and two thuds on the countertop. I heard the pressure released from the jars, and then, "Crap!"
I turned around and saw Ty with the salsa dip in one hand, his towel on the floor, and red chunks of the salsa all over himself. "Wow. You look ready to party, Ty," I joked. He set the jar of salsa on the countertop and gave me a look that said "you-are-shit-at-being-funny".
I let in on another joke: "Hey, look. Your dick has a flavor: hot and spicy." Then I just imagined the Annoying Orange saying that line and giving off one of his annoying laughs. Why did I just think of that? I thought briefly.
He gave me another one of those looks. "You really like my dick today, don't you?" He was joking as he walked to the bathroom, and I followed him.
"You have no idea," I murmured under my breath. He didn't seem to hear that, but I could've sworn I saw his ear twitch after I just finished saying that.
Ty was in the bathroom, and I was standing in the doorframe while he got into the shower. "Luke?" he asked.
"Yeah...?" I responded cautiously.
"Don't take this offensively, but do you like dick?"
I was taken aback as to how he knew. I wasn't surprised that he finally found out, but it startled me that he decides to ask while we're both in the same room. About his question--under circumstances that I didn't suck off 2 grown men today, get fucked by them, and get laid with the guy of my dreams, I would've called Ty a crack-head who doesn't know shit what he's talking about. But since I WAS sucked off, fucked, and I did those also in only one day, I decided to lay it out to him straight:
"Yes. Yes, I do." Ty was shocked; you could read it on his face.
"Did you ever do it with another--"
"--guy? Yeah. With 3 of 'em. Today was actually the day I lost my virginity," I finished matter-of-factly.
He was astounded. "Holy shit, Luke! 3 guys in one day?! Were they all 15?"
"18, mid-20s, and 15." I was so embarrassed you'd think my face was on fire.
"Well, since you did it with 3 guys today, why not we make it 4?"
Now it was my turn to be surprised. I was going to have sex with my step-dad? And in the bathroom, too?! This was going to be both outrageous... and lots of fun.
Ty grabbed my arm and led me inside the shower booth, both of us completely nude (duh). He wound his arms around my waist and breathed, "Do want me to go easy on ya? 'Cause I got a big dick, and you know it."
"Yeah, I got 2 monsters up my ass today. Go slow on me now," I breathed back.
I felt Ty's hand lift off my back and on the door, where a tiny lever was pointing up. He switched it down, and I heard a lock click in place.
"So you can lay on the door without it flying open," he said, as if reading my mind. "First things first." And then I felt two strong hands prying open my ass-cheeks, and a tongue jutting into my hole.
I collapsed on the door, now grateful that Ty locked it. The hot, steamy jets of water relaxed my muscles as it always does, and with Ty now in here, it was so much better.
Ty finished rimming my hole, and ran his arms up to my head where he started kissing my neck. I felt his monster cock poking my ass, working its way inside me. Then Ty completed its journey, and the head was inside my ass-hole.
Instead of fucking me against the door, Ty thought better: "I'll lay on the floor, and you laying on me. I'll fuck you raw, Luke." He ran his hands up and down my sides, stimulating my progress on his cock.
I lowered myself onto his cock, and just moments before I touched down, I felt a finger wiping... shampoo, on my ass-hole. "Thanks. I'm still not used to it." Then I slid all the way.
His cock felt a lot like Officer Chad's did, but his was wider, leaving me wandering longer in wonderland. I kept moaning as I slid up and down on Ty's enormous cock, making me go faster and faster.
Ty came into my ass, and I felt threads and threads of juice squirting inside of me. Ty started kissing my neck again, and then tried to kiss my lips, but I avoided it.
"Hey, you're married, and committing adultery with someone else," I reminded him.
"You know, I'm at least committing adultery in the family. And it'd be cheating if you were a girl, silly."
I chuckled at his response. "OK tough guy, you win."
I got off of Ty's enormous dick and began licking it. Ty loved it, moaning and groaning and running his hands all over me the entire time. He seemed to have some juice left in him, so I asked him to suck me off before I would fuck him.
"Sure. But I want a kiss first." He didn't wait for a yes/no, and planted one on my lips. Then he made his way down from my mouth to my dick and swept his beautiful lips all around my rod.
I felt a finger poking my ass-hole, meaning Ty wanted to finger me. I lifted my ass as he was sucking me off and rode on his finger, while I conjured up my sexiest moans. Then Ty pulled out his finger from my ass and stopped sucking me off. I was curious about what his next move would be, but I just sat still as he leaned against a wall in the shower and opened his cheeks. Then I made my move.
I didn't wait for Ty to get ready, so I immediately impaled him. And I went in and out of his ass, all the way so it looked like I was stabbing him with my dick. He had a tight ass, but that just made it more fun.
I came into his ass, but kept pounding him until my dick went limp. Ty's dick was somehow still hard. So while he was still standing and recovering from my pounding, I took his dick and shoved it into my ass again. I was on the floor doggy-style.
Ty took it all-out on me now. He rammed his dick as far into my ass as possible, and I was fine with that. More than fine, actually.
All in all, it was a great night with Ty. He gave me a final rimjob in my room before I went to sleep. Then I woke up the next morning and was so excited for school so I can be with Andrew.