My Stepfather Page 6

  Oh shit! My mind raced to remember what day it was; did I have track practice, any tests? Thank God no. I took a deep breath over this realisation, and figured I was ahead of the game, not having to go to college.

  “Call it teenage abuse you sicko. Then go make lunch and do the laundry while you're at it,” I mumbled.

  “No way Jose,” he replied, pulling at my hair. “Go eat, clean up, and then we're going to talk, remember?”

  “You're an uncaring, arse licking pervert.”

  “Right, Snow White, and what have you been doing with the dwarfs lately?” he replied, laying down his book and wrapping his arm around my head.

  “Fuck you, you hairy arsed dwarf,” I muttered loudly as he squashed my face into his chest.

  He was giggling now and the ripples of laughter in his chest bounced my face up and down. I couldn't help but laugh as I tried to wrestle him out of this headlock, all the while liking the feeling of that thick hair on my face.

  He let go, still laughing, and I left to go shower and get something to eat.

  As I left the bedroom, I tried to keep my face averted so he couldn't see the grin that was wrapped around my face, thinking of his remarks about the note to my teachers.

  Forty five minutes later I had eaten and showered and headed back upstairs to the bedroom with a large mug of coffee. He was still lying in the same position, naked on top of the quilt, and absorbed in his book.

  I had thought a lot in my brief absence, and flopped down beside him trying to act as casual as possible. I was wearing only my white briefs. My plan had become to take the initiative.

  “Christos, I've got some questions.”

  After a brief moment, he put down the book, took of his reading glasses, and turned to me. I saw a brief smile flit across his mouth before he put on his serious face. I knew the smile was still there behind this visage, and was probably a smile of appreciation at my being so assertive about what was to come. I grinned silently at this knowledge.

  “Christos, are you gay or something.”

  “No, to gay,” and then he paused, “And maybe to something.”

  “What does that mean,” I asked.

  “What it means,” he said as he shifted his position and turned to face me, lying on his side, “Is that I'm not gay, but I do like sex with men sometimes, but I have always liked sex with women, especially your mother.”

  “What do you mean sex with men sometimes; do you do this stuff a lot?”

  “No, not for many years.”

  “Where did you learn all this stuff,” I asked, feeling a bit uneasy at what might come next.

  “Partly from being a very horny teenager like you, and partly from when I was in the Army,” he answered.

  “The Army, you had sex with guys when you were in the Army?”

  “Yes, a bunch of them, when I was just a few years older than you are now.”

  “Who were they?”

  "Other guys my age, but the main one was Adonis who was about a year older than me, we did it fairly often.”

  “How did it start?”

  “When I took Basic Training at a camp near Athens, I hadn't expected to have the sort of experience that I'm about to tell you. I arrived in the middle of June, along with hundreds of other cadets. We were civilians about to have the equivalent of boot camp instruction, intending to prepare us for officer training that would later follow during the next couple of years in college.

  In the fifth week of the programme, my company went on a camping trip, which is the Army's way of saying forced march followed by uncomfortable campout. The march was not too bad. In spite of carrying the full combat gear, though the high humidity made even the islander boys sweat a lot. We finally got to a place in the woods where those in charge decided we should settle down for the night, and we made camp.

  When the acting squad leader told us to buddy up with someone for each two-man tent, I found Adonis standing next to me. Since we were both in the same squad, a group of about a dozen men, we slept in the same part of the barracks, used the same showers and toilets, and were occasionally paired up for exercise drills that required two men. I had previously noticed how Adonis seemed especially quiet when he was near me, and how he seemed to try to be around me as often as possible. He was from Crete, with a quaint, and had a nicely tanned body, just short of six feet in height, somewhat on the thin side, though well-muscled.

  He had nice green eyes that seemed to sparkle, and a somewhat shy smile. He was quite cute. Notice I didn’t say anything about his hair. He didn't have much, at least, not more than some fuzz.

  When we talked, he seemed to be especially interested in where I was from and what I liked to do. Yes, I noticed him, but since there is no privacy in basic training, I never had a chance to talk to him on any particularly personal level.

  I was both surprised and pleased when I found myself paired up with him for the night. I immediately started to fantasise about the possibilities. Not that I expected anything to happen, not in the middle of an Army camp of all places, and not with someone who was planning on joining the Army to be an officer, then again, so was I, and that didn't stop me from thinking about such things. Luckily, we did not draw night watch or anything else which might interrupt our sleep.

  When Adonis and I finally got into the tent, after some night time training, I was getting quite uptight. It had been a couple of weeks since I had a chance to wank off, as there was no real privacy in the barracks. I found the only chance to do it was during the night-time watch, which I got only every week and a half or so. Yeah, I was quite horny, from being around a lot of guys day after day, watching them take showers and such, and not being able to wank off with any decent frequency.

  I was ready for Adonis, now if only he were ready for me? I found myself becoming shy when it finally came time to crawl into my sleeping bag. I ended up just saying goodnight, and not suggesting anything. And I was really exhausted. In Army basic training, you do not get much sleep, so any chance you get, you sleep. So I started to fall asleep within minutes after settling down.

  Then I felt Tony move his bag closer to mine. A few minutes later I half-felt, half-heard, his bag's zipper, as he slowly opened it. I stayed silent. Then, when I started to think I had just imagined it, I felt his warm fingers touch me on my chest. He ran his fingers through the hair on my chest, his was quite smooth, and then they slowly moved down my body. I was not sure if he was aware I was awake, or even cared.

  He got to my belly button which he circled, and finally, to my pubic hair. He stopped for a moment, probably a bit surprised that I didn't have any underwear on; it was hot that night, and I was horny, so I had pulled them down to my ankles when I had first crawled into my bag. It was when he wrapped his hand around my erect cock that I decided that I had better become a more active participant. I quietly asked him if he liked what he had found.

  “Yes. You're sure horny, aren't you? I just wanted to see what you felt like.”

  I decided to see how horny he was, so I slowly leaned across and very slowly, it was dark, remembers, and gave him a kiss on the lips, rather hard. He accepted it, and gave it back, squeezing my cock as he did. Yeah, I had a live one!

  He turned out to be quite horny. After kissing some more, still firmly grasping my cock, he quietly asked me to zip open my bag.

  After I had opened it, thereby exposing myself to him, he got onto his knees next to me. I reached between his legs and grabbed at his cock through his underwear. He was hard also, and a bit longer than mine, although thinner. While I was arranging my bag and checking him out, he was busy rapidly stroking my hard-on.

  “That feels good, Adonis. You'd better slow down a bit, or else...” I said.

  His reply was to lie down next to me, and begin licking my cock, from the base to the tip. I was very turned on, by this time. Unfortunately, he had arranged himself so that I could not reach his cock, so I placed my hands on his head instead. By now, he was sliding my dick in and out
of his mouth, incidentally sliding his fuzzy head along my chest and belly, exciting me even further.

  “I'm about to come. Do you want to....?” I whispered in a pant, trying not to be heard by anyone outside, wouldn't that be an embarrassment, but barely able to control my voice as the feelings of pleasure overcame me.

  He was willing to take it, and kept going. It only took a few more seconds until I shot my load, ejaculating for the first time in over a week. I was acting out a fantasy, that of being with him like this, that I had not expected to ever realise. He readily swallowed my cum, and continued to bob his head up and down on my cock, until I indicated that I was through. I just lay there a while, in the after-glow of the orgasm.

  I heard him move away, and a bit later heard him rummage through his equipment near the entrance of the tent. I heard the slosh of water. He must have gone to his canteen, to wash out the taste of my cum in his mouth. I didn't really blame him. I covered myself with the flap of my bag, and waited for the next part. But nothing happened. He just finished taking his drink and settled back into his bag and was silent. I couldn't even hear him stroking himself, if that was what he was doing. After tapping my fingers on my bag silently for a couple of minutes, with increasing frustration, I finally leaned across and kissed him lightly on the ear, and whispered into it, “That was great. I thought you were horny as well.”

  “What...?” he asked seemingly surprised.

  “Want to fuck me?” I asked, trying to make it sound as nasty as I could, considering that I was whispering. “Fuck you.

  Yeah, of course!”

  I opened my bag again, as he got out of his. He was still quite hard, as my fondling of his crotch indicated.

  “Off.” I quietly demanded, somewhat unnecessarily.

  He pulled his underwear off. I moved down and licked his cock, trying to get a lot of saliva on it, to lubricate it. I could tell that he was not too far from orgasm, so I didn't prolong it. I rolled onto my belly, and he got on top of me, his legs between mine.

  Then, he slowly lay on top of me. As he went down, I reached up and grabbed his wet cock and positioned it so that it would easily penetrate my arsehole. Once he was down, and was partly inside me, he began slowly pumping, thrusting himself into me, somewhat slowly.

  “I won’t break, you know.” I said feeling turned on again by the feel of his long prick sliding in and out of my hole. He increased his pace rapidly. I knew that this wouldn't go on much longer as he had been as randy as I was, so this opportunity for more than simple relief was to be savoured while it lasted. It didn't last much longer. Within two minutes of insertion, I'd guess, he gave a final few hard thrusts then held still. I could actually feel his cock throbbing as he came and shot his load into me. He continued to pump a few more times, but slower, apparently getting the last traces of his pent-up sexual energies out of himself.

  He gently slide off my back, and placed an arm around me, gave me a light kiss, “Thanks.”

  Weeks later, back at home, I received a letter from him. In it, he told me how he had had one girlfriend in high school, and had successful sex with her, but never really felt complete afterwards. It turns out that I had broken in a virgin gay that night, right in the middle of the campsite.

  I paused for a moment, trying to phrase the words to my next question carefully.

  “How about since then? I mean since mum.”

  I held my breath.

  “If what you’re asking is did I ever cheat on your mother, the answer is no.”

  I exhaled. Perhaps a bit too loudly.

  “However,” he continued. “When you were younger, your mother and I had what some people call an 'open marriage' for a few years.”

  I held my breath again.

  “What that meant was that we had sex with other couples, friends of ours, we did it all together, sometimes two couples sometimes more. It was all basically in good fun, among friends, sometimes the sex was man to man, and mostly it was man to woman.”

  The image of my mother in bed with another man rushed through my head like a freight train. The image of him being present while it happened, and even having sex with another man in my mother’s presence started to cause the train to derail.

  He must have seen this image racing behind the silence of my widened eyes, and said, “Look, kiddo, that was a long time ago, we were a lot younger, times were different, and maybe I shouldn't have told you this, but we have always been honest, and since you asked.

  “No, that's okay, just a bit hard to imagine, I mean you and mum, and other people.”

  I was breathing a bit heavily now. Partly from trying to digest this new information, mostly from the strength it was taking to try and convince myself that this wasn't turning me on. My mother was, after all, very attractive. She was not even forty years old but looked about thirty.

  My cock was rock hard at this point, and I wondered how long I could keep my hands which were holding the coffee in my lap to cover it. Then it dawned on me that this was a bit of a non-issue. Because as I looked over at him, I saw that his cock was hard too.

  He was lying there, propped up on one elbow and looking at me. He was naked and hard. I had only my briefs on, with the head of my cock sticking out.

  He cast his eyes down to my crotch, and then looked up at me.

  The look in his eyes was almost humorous, and said, “Who are you kidding?”

  I relaxed my arms for a second, placed the coffee mug on the night stand, took a deep breath and took off my underwear.

  I turned and looked at him, not knowing what to think or ask.

  He smiled and said, “Now it's my turn for questions.”

  “Forget it!” I said in a threatening tone, I knew didn't fool him.

  “Ohhh no, it’s your turn,” he responded grinning slyly.

  “How many of your friends have you wanked off with?”

  “None,” I answered.

  “Tell the truth, you geek,” he said, while he laughed and reached over to twist my left nipple, a bit too hard.

  “Okay, a couple, when we were younger,” I yelled, half laughing, half in pain.

  “And all you did was wank off?” he yelled, laughing and reaching over to get me in a headlock.

  “Yes, and get off me you hairy bastard,” I said through clenched teeth as I tried to wrestle him off me.

  He was on top of me now and whispered in my ear, in his best sotto voce sarcastic voice, “You always seem to focus on my hairy body, something you like about it, something you want?”

  We were both struggling now, and laughing as we wrestled on the bed.

  “Fuck off, you Dink,” I growled as he got on top of me.

  His weight stretched the length of my body as I lay on my stomach, it felt good, and I relaxed.

  After a long pause, during which the levity between us seemed to gently shift, I said, “It's just going too fast, I like it, but it makes me nervous. You're always in charge. You always do things to me, you always start it, I never....”

  “Have any control,” he finished my sentence.

  “Yes,” I said.

  The word came out partially as a moan, since his cock was grinding into my arse cheeks, and I could feel the damp sweat of his chest on my back.

  “You can say no anytime, you have, and I stopped,” he muttered into my ear.

  “I know, but......”

  I took a deep breath, and I tried to figure a way to say what had been building in my mind for these past weeks.

  “You're going to want to fuck me, don't you?” I finally blurted out.

  There was a pause, and I could feel his body tense on top of me.

  “Yes.”

  “It's going to hurt, isn't it? Did it hurt when you got fucked?”

  “Yes, at first, then it got to feel really good.”

  He was breathing heavier now, and his right hand pushed its way around my hip as he reached under me. He wrapped his hand around my cock and held it tightly.

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��I can't do it,” I said.

  “Why not?”

  “It's too gross, and besides that you're too big.”

  This sounded like two good reasons in my head, before I said them. But when they came out of my mouth they sounded a bit weak.

  “Not good enough,” he said firmly.

  “Christos,” I said, in frustration, and a bit plaintively.

  “Look, you come up with a loud, serious no or I'm going to finish what I started last night.”

  The tone of his voice was a step away from threatening, a step away from tender, from hopeful from demanding, and all very sexual.

  “You're always in charge!” I said as defiantly as possible.

  The words finally came out as I wanted. As a challenge and a question.

  Thirty seconds of silence passed. Both of us still hard, sweating and laying there like wrestlers after the final bell.

  “Okay,” he hissed into my ear.

  His voice had the same challenging expectancy as mine had. He rolled over away from me on the bed. On his back he reached both arms above his head, and each of his hands grasped the rungs of the bed's headboard.

  He spread his legs, stretched out there before me and said, after a minute, “Well?”

  I lay there by his side for a brief moment, then when I realised what he was doing got up and kneeled between his legs. I was, to say the least, ambivalent, but still rock hard and I stared at him. My eyes raked over his body, spread-eagled beneath me. I stared at his muscled arms, studied them from wrist to shoulder. I stared at the thick, damp hair that stood on end in his armpits. God, why was that so sexy to me?

  His cock was hard and twitching. I stared at the thick foreskin and how, even when he was hard it didn't pull all the way back from the big purple head as there was so much of it!

  My first thought was to bend forward and suck him.

  But I stopped and thought again. No, I thought, this situation is still one of his creation. I looked into his eyes and saw that lustful, intense stare, the one that had intimidated me and turned me on so much in the past few weeks.

  I got up off the bed and walked out of the room, down the hall, and stood in my bedroom for a moment. I stared down at my cock. It was hard and aching, and I knew if I even touched it I would come. I took a deep breath and returned to his bedroom.