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Subject: Ian’s Weekend With Stepdad Ian’s Weekend with Stepdad DISCLAIMER: This story and any/all others in this series are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. It depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual behavior. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. To keep stories like these cumming, consider a contribution to fty/donate.html *************************************************************************** Some things are just part of being a guy. So much so, most men don’t even give a lot of thought to them. Take, for example, being the dominant sex. It is engrained into our psyche from early childhood. From the time we’re old enough to comprehend, we’re told, “Don’t be a pussy!” “Take it like a man!” Unlike girls, we are expected to bury our feelings. And above all else, “Never let them see you cry!” Testosterone obviously makes a difference. It fuels a lot of personal interactions. Roughhousing and fights are frequent whether necessary or not. Punch first and ask questions later. Nipple pinching and ass slapping are everyday occurrences among the guys. Loving sports and team play is an obligatory right of passage and taking falls, knocks and bruises without complaint was expected. And as far as sports are concerned, being around so many guys, you grow accustomed to the musky, ripe man smells of pits, cock and ass especially after a long game or workout. Those smells intensify with age and you begin trying to mask them with more frequent showers and deodorant. As you get a little older, other things become unspoken parts of being a man. Every day when you get out of bed, even if your cock isn’t sporting the usual morning wood, you still have an unmistakable tingle somewhere deep in your groin. It’s a feeling you first notice at a fairly young age when your bush is hardly more than peach fuzz. Before your nuts have even fully descended, you are already feeling the urge to have sex. You soon realize that tingle is coming from your balls. They have started filling with cum begging to be released. Even before you can cum, you know how good it feels to play with your dick. And after your first orgasm, because it feels so fucking good, you quickly learn how to crank one out whenever you have a free second to yourself. Sometimes that means whipping out your aching cock and blowing a load in your bedroom, in public rest rooms, in the back pew at church or anywhere else you can. Masturbation, for most, becomes a favorite self-indulgence and guilty pleasure! Of course, there’s a lot more to becoming a man than learning how to jerk out a load. It also had to do with your upbringing and family environment. So to some degree, every young man’s journey is different. Some guys, with very open relationships, learn from their dads. Others learn about sex from their schoolmates. My buddy, Ian, told me about his journey into manhood and it sounded something like this: From the time he was old enough to remember, Ian struggled with the trappings of manhood. When he was five years old, his dad was killed in a car accident. So, Ian had lost the only close male role model in his life. His dad’s parents lived out of state and his mom’s father had died in the war. Ian’s mom tried her best to play the dual roles of parenthood. But, having been raised without a father figure herself, she had no idea how to foster the masculinity the boy was going to need to “man up”. Ian and his mom spent the next 8 years together becoming much closer than most moms and sons do. They depending on and shared everything with each other. To say Ian was a `momma’s boy’ was putting it mildly! Ian was often teased at school for not fitting in with the other guys. He was more geek than jock spending most of his time reading or playing video games. When Ian turned 13, his mom started dating again. Raising Ian alone had been difficult. And while she wasn’t really interested in re-marrying, she wanted her son to have a strong male figure he could turn to as he started puberty. After a year or so and several month-long relationships, she settled down with Angelo. Angelo stood 6’4″ tall and was a muscular 225 pounds. He had a broad chest and arms the size of most men’s thighs. One look at him and you knew he was all man. His Greek lineage was obvious in his thick, wavy locks of dark hair. And the fur didn’t stop there. His arms and legs were covered and his torso was matted with curly black hair that started where his ever-present five o’clock shadow ended and trailed all the way down to his bulging crotch. Ian, on the other hand, seemed dwarfed by Angelo. Standing about five şişli travesti feet tall and weighing in at a whopping 145, his hairless body sometimes made him appear more girl than boy. Ian didn’t like his stepfather much. While he thought it’d be great to have a dad, with Angelo in the picture, he felt more isolated. His mother had obviously backed off to let Angelo have more of an influence on the boy. From the beginning, the two had had an awkward relationship. Angelo was the most stereotypical macho pig you could imagine. While Ian was the more reserved and quiet kid that usually blended in with the furniture. Angelo’s efforts to indoctrinate the boy into what it meant to be a man fell on mostly deaf ears. The awkward teen never mastered sports of any kind. He flinched from aggression and sulked when Angelo bullied him. Angelo had never been a father. Now he found himself trying to connect with a kid with whom he had little in common. So he was beginning to run out of ideas. When he was about ready to give up, Angelo decided he’d take Ian into the city for a step-father/son weekend. He’d bought tickets to the Bears game and booked a hotel for the night before and after the game. A couple of Angelo’s buddies were bringing their sons too and Angelo thought it was worth one last-ditch effort to connect with the boy. Ian, on the other hand, wasn’t very excited about the game and he dreaded being all alone with his stepdad for an entire weekend. The weekend came all too soon for Ian. The plan was to go down early to hang out with some of the guys on Saturday and then head to the game on Sunday afternoon. Ian had met a couple of Angelo’s buddies and their sons. Most of the dads were variations of Angelo. And all seemed to share a much closer connection with their boys than Angelo and Ian could hope to share. After getting to the hotel, Angelo and Ian checked in and went up to their room. Angelo had splurged on a fancy, high-rise overlooking Lake Michigan. From their 34th floor room, you could see Soldier Field in the distance. The hotel was so close, they could practically walk to the game. Angelo threw the suitcase on a chair and quickly grabbed for the remote to see what the channel lineup looked like. Ian sat on the bed as Angelo flipped quickly through the programs. Ian was surprised when his channel surfing stepdad passed his normal sports favs. The clicker didn’t slow until he got to the Adults-Only channels. Ian hadn’t seen much porn except for some soft stuff he’d accidently stumbled across after a failed Google search. He watched as Angelo scanned past a couple more channels. Most showed women in various positions being porked in one end or the other by some muscle guy’s big dick. Ian’s little dick stirred. He wasn’t sure if he was aroused by the porn or the fact that his stepdad was in the room watching with him. No sooner than he’d picked up the remote and started flipping channels, Angelo turned the TV off and spun round toward Ian. “We have time to grab a quick shower before heading down to meet the other guys at the pub”, he said. They’d planned to meet up with the other father/son duos around 6. Angelo told Ian to go ahead in the shower first. And he’d call Ian’s mom, in the meantime, and let her know they’d checked in without any problems. Ian walked into the luxurious hotel bathroom. He wasn’t used to such a big room let alone the fancy d�cor & amenities. He stepped onto the super soft, plush rug in front of the closet-sized, clear, glass shower. Scrunching his toes, he slipped off his cargo shorts and pulled his tank top over his head. Ian turned on the shower’s eight rain heads and turned to make sure the door to the single bathroom was closed before stepping in. Ian was lanky for his age and a little underdeveloped. He’d noticed a little soft fuzz around the base of his cock and on his upper lip. His pits had the first few hints of hair as well. Ian was always very private, especially when showering after the gym. He felt self-conscious compared to the other guys who seemed to revel in torturing anyone that showed signs of being different. As the water washed over his slender body, Ian tried to relax and consider his strategy for getting through the evening. Would he feign illness to cut the night short? Or would he try to make the most of Angelo’s effort to bond? Out of the corner of his eye, Ian saw movement somewhere on the other side of the shower door. As the shadow moved closer though the steam, Ian could see Angelo had joined him in the bathroom. As he walked past the shower stall, the man grunted something about having to “take a shit” and he “hoped Ian didn’t mind the company”. Ian watched in disbelief as his stepdad walked past the shower to the toilet just at the end of beylikdüzü travesti the room. Without hesitation, Angelo dropped his shorts exposing the first adult male’s ass Ian had ever seen. Ian stared at the thick, black hair that seemed to pour over the mounds of his beefy glutes down through his crack and back out to cover his thighs all the way down to his ankles. A loud fart rumbled between Angelo’s cheeks as he stood taking a piss in front of the boy. Ian jumped at the unexpected, loud noise. He was suddenly aware of his own nakedness, as he stood exposed for the first time in front of his stepdad. With clear shower doors and standing only a few feet from Angelo, there was no hope of hiding. Angelo turned to settle down on the can. Neither of them said anything as Ian pretended to wash his face and Angelo strained to give birth to the mammoth log aching in his colon. Ian couldn’t believe what was happening as he kept stealing glances of his step dad . Angelo sat with his legs spread staring right at Ian as his face slightly contorted as the first of several logs splashed into the bowl. As quickly as he’d sat, Angelo was on his feet again walking away from the toilet without wiping or even flushing. Ian would’ve certainly noticed the breach in hygiene except for staring at Angelo’s crotch. Just as his t-shirt had exposed Angelo’s hot beefy ass, it also rode high enough for Ian to see Angelo’s ample bush hovering over the biggest, veiniest uncut cock Ian had ever seen. Ian watched Angelo’s cock shift back and forth over his lime sized nuts. Ian reached down and rubbed his finger around his partially exposed head appearing to wipe off the last few drops of piss. Instead of wiping it on a towel, Ian watched Angelo sniff his fingers then lick them clean. WHAT THE FUCK!!! What had he just seen? Surely his eyes were playing tricks. Embarrassed, Ian turned off the shower and grabbed the towel he’d thrown over the door quickly wrapping it round his waist. As he stepped out, Angelo said, “My turn!” reaching up to take off his t-shirt. Ian watched in amazement as the t-shirt slowly slid up revealing Angelo’s hairy, washboard stomach, followed by his firm pecs and finally his broad shoulders. Ian had only seen his stepdad shirtless a few times and never so close he could touch him. Ian tried to step aside as his stepdad passed. Completely naked, Angelo walked right by the paralyzed teen reaching out and tweaking one of Ian’s sensitive nipples. Flinching in surprise more than pain, Ian lost his footing as he jerked away. As he scrambled to steady himself, his arm grazed past Angelo’s bush clipping his hefty cock. Ian blushed as Angelo laughed and grabbed his plump shaft by the base, shaking his fat dick at the boy. Ian couldn’t get out of there fast enough. But before Angelo could close the shower door behind him, Ian’s sensitive nose caught a hint of an unfamiliar sweet/sour odor coming from Angelo’s direction. Ian felt a stirring in his groin causing the towel around his waist to tent conspicuously in front of him. He quickly put his hand over his crotch and ran into the bedroom to hide his rock-hard erection. Ian grabbed his jeans off the desk chair and slid them on to help hide his embarrassment, not to mention his boner! No sooner had he slipped them on and sat down on the bed, he turned to find Angelo standing naked and watching him from the bathroom door. Angelo wasn’t wet nor was he wearing a towel. And once again, Ian’s sensitive nose was assaulted by the same smell he’d noticed at the shower door. Now, however, it mingled with a more familiar, sweaty man musk. Ian recognized it from the smell of his own un-showered dick. Angelo walked right over to the awestruck boy putting one hand on his shoulder. Ian had no choice but to stare at the floor to keep from coming face to face with the man’s limp, but formidable, cock hanging inches from his nose. The intoxicating smell of Angelo’s foreskin, only inches away, reinvigorated the boner in the lad’s pants and Ian squirmed uncomfortably trying to figure a way out of the awkward proximity to his naked stepdad. Without asking, Angelo put his hand behind Ian’s head and pulled the boy toward him as if to give him a hug. Ian squirmed as his stepdad’s soft cock grazed his cheek peeling back the ample foreskin to reveal his bulbous slimy cock knob. Ian sat in shock as he felt Angelo’s cock slide along his cheek. Even though his eyes were tightly closed, he could feel every inch of Angelo’s penis slide along his face leaving a moist trail of man stink behind it. Ian’s cock was now straining so hard against his pants he was sure the buttons in the fly would shoot across the room at any moment. Slowly, Angelo relaxed his hold on the boy’s neck and Ian opened his eyes. istanbul travesti Still in his stepdad’s grasp, he saw the man’s cock aiming right at his nose. Angelo’s grip on the back of his stepson’s head tightened again. And with his free hand, he peeled back his foreskin gently guiding the boy’s nose into the rancid hood that normally covered his large mushroom. Ian’s head was spinning and his nostrils burned as they filled with the most disgusting, yet arousing, odor the young man had ever smelled. Angelo slowly slid his pungent foreskin all the way over the boy’s nose in some kind of weird territorial marking ritual forcing him to breath through his mouth to keep from fainting. The teenager couldn’t believe what was happening. He struggled to make sense of what his stepdad was doing. Even more puzzling, he grappled with why he and his body clearly wanted more. The smell of Angelo’s uncut hood was so concentrated now Ian could literally taste the funk of the man’s foreskin in his mouth. And it tasted amazing! Ian pulled back from Angelo. But, he hoped Angelo would realize he wasn’t trying to get away. Freeing his nose from the man’s foreskin, he raise up so his lips were now touching the wrinkled hood of skin. Slowly, Ian opened his mouth and Angelo took the hint slowly pulling the boy down onto his rapidly hardening cock. Inch by inch, Angelo moaned as his cock slid deeper and deeper into his stepson’s throat. Angelo hadn’t intended to take things this far. By now, however, his balls were boiling with an uncontrollable need to release. Just as his thick, curly bush started to tickle young Ian’s nose, the boy’s virgin throat constricted. He gagged as the large member continued its intrusive descent. The sound of his stepson gagging on his huge cock drove Angelo insane. Overcome with fuck lust, Angelo began thrusting his hips back and forth to force his bulbous knob deeper into his willing victim’s warm, wet throat. Driven by millennia of instinct, Angelo’s cock was now on autopilot. His rhythm and speed increased automatically with each thrust down the young faggot’s throat. He could no longer control the primal need to spew his cock snot into the warm orifice that was pleasuring his manhood. Ian’s eyes and throat burned from the assault of the rancid, uncut cock. He could also smell Ron’s un-wiped ass only a few inches behind the man’s large, sweaty balls. Rather than being repulsed by such nasty smells, he found them oddly intoxicating. He was also surprised at how natural it felt to have the man’s penis in his mouth. He was even more surprised that he wanted it! Ian could taste a heady mixture of precum, stale piss and headcheese mixing with his own spit and forming a frothy lube for Angelo’s cock. Ian concentrated on relaxing his throat. Grabbing a breath between every thrust, he tried desperately not to pass out. His eyes watered as the brutal skull fuck reached a frenzied pace. Seeing tears in the boy’s eyes was all it took! With one last thrust, Angelo slid his entire 9 inches of fuck stick down Ian’s throat and blasted a seemingly unending stream of seed into the boy’s gullet. Finally, after the 5th or 6th volley of boiling hot spunk, Angelo’s cock relaxed. He slid the head back out of the boy’s throat to give him a chance to swallow what hadn’t been forced down and to catch his breath. As his softening cock head lay on Ian’s tongue, Angelo once again tightened his grip on the boy’s head. Without warning Angelo released a stream of strong, yellow piss from his cock washing down the white creamy, jizz he’d just fed the kid. Ian struggled at first. But Angelo’s grip was unyielding. And the teenager had no choice but to drink from his stepfather’s cock faucet or drown. Angelo pissed for a good minute and a half before releasing Ian’s head and finally pulling his drained and satisfied schlong from Ian’s mouth. Without saying a word he turned away from the dazed and exhausted boy. As Ian watched Angelo walk back toward the bathroom, the man’s beefy, hairy ass taunted the boy. Just before stepping thru the door, Angelo looked over his shoulder. Reaching behind himself, he spread his ass cheeks to expose his hairy, un-wiped hole. Ian stared as the man flared out his nasty shit-covered ass lips in his direction. He watched in stunned silence as Angelo’s pucker squeezed out a small nugget-sized turd that he let fall the floor. His stepfather smirked at Ian then turned back walking on into the bathroom. Ian sat in a mental fog staring at the little piece of his stepdad’s shit on the carpet. What was he supposed to do? Was this some sort of test? No matter what, he certainly hadn’t expected anything like this on their weekend getaway. As the sound of running water in the shower broke the deafening silence, Ian couldn’t help but wonder what the next 48 hours held in store. It certainly seemed like he had underestimated his stepdad in many ways. If this had been any kind of example, there was definitely a lot he had to learn about being a man. � To be continued

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