Naughty Stepson – Part Two

Connor gets more than he bargained for in this continuation by Fox Emerson and Freckleman64.

CONNOR

“You want it? Then open your mouth and take it.”

Graham’s dickhead slid across my lips, smearing precum like lip gloss.

Even after his shower, I could smell his balls and the bitter, basic scent of his precum. It was a little overpowering and knocked me slightly off-kilter.

Graham had finally given in to my advances like I wanted.

So why did I suddenly feel so nervous?

He gripped my hair tightly and yanked my head back a little. “Are you gonna keep being a little tease? Or you gonna suck your stepdad’s cock?”

I made eye contact with him, my heart racing at the sight of his damp, hairy torso. I’d been around naked guys my age before, but never someone like him. Never someone older, rugged, hairy. With muscles they’d earned through hard work, not at the gym, and a belly that came with age and still carried abs underneath.

I slowly opened my mouth, just an inch.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed his dick past my lips, coating my tongue in precum as he slid inside my mouth.

I expected him to go slowly, but he kept pushing until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged.

I tried to push back, but he held me firmly against his cock.

“Breathe through your nose,” he commanded. “And relax your throat.”

I did as he said, though tears were coming to my eyes. For a second, the feeling of his dickhead pressed against my uvula made me think I was going to throw up. But I took a few deep breaths through my nose, and as I did, his dick slid deeper into my throat.

“That’s it,” he said soothingly. “You’re doing so good.”

I felt a weird rush of pride at that. I’d never cared what Graham thought of me before—he was a hillbilly whose opinion wasn’t worth the time it’d take for me to hear it—but to hear him complimenting my first blowjob made me feel good nonetheless.

Still, I needed to focus on drawing this out. I needed Mom to catch us, and if he came too soon, it’d all be for nothing.

“Take a deep breath,” he said, pulling his dick out just enough for me to breathe. “I’m gonna fuck your face, all right?”

I wanted to say no, but at the same time, I was curious what that might feel like. So I took a deep breath and braced myself against his thighs.

He grabbed the sides of my head, then slammed his dick in to the root.

I could feel his dickhead pressing against my throat, and if I could see myself from this position, I’m sure there would have been a visible bulge. He pulled his hips back and slammed in a couple more times, his balls knocking against my chin with a loud slapping sound.

It felt strange, feeling his dickhead slide in and out of the entrance to my esophagus. I could picture it rubbing up against the sides of my throat, and the sounds Graham was making let me know just how good it felt.

“You’re doing so good, Connor,” he said as he humped my face. “So good at sucking your stepdad’s cock. Ohhhh, my little cocksucker…”

I should have told him to go fuck himself. Who did he think he was, calling me a cocksucker? I’d fucked enough pussy over the years to qualify as pretty firmly in the straight camp.

Instead, I grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper to my throat as I began to take over sucking his dick.

He let go of my head, content to give me the reins. His head tilted back, eyes closed, and a smile on his face as he gave in to the blowjob.

I relaxed my throat, like he’d told me, bobbing up and down on his cock and making sure I went all the way down. His pubes tickled my nose, but the taste of his foreskin was making me seriously hard. I reached down and started stroking myself.

I lost track of how long I’d been blowing him. I’d thought my jaw would get sore, but I was too invested in exploring what sucking a dick was like to notice any discomfort.

Graham’s cock was pretty beautiful, and more than once, I took it out of my mouth to stroke it for a little bit as I studied the long, veiny shaft.

I’d never been with an uncut guy before, and the way his foreskin slid over the head was fascinating. Graham would let out a low, guttural moan as the skin pulled over the head, then slowly retracted, rubbing against the ridge of his dickhead, and I’m sure making him feel fucking fantastic.

When I was blowing him, a couple of times I would stroke the base of his shaft with his dickhead in my mouth, making the foreskin slide back and forth across my tongue. He moaned extra loud then, massaging my scalp and bucking his hips as he leaked down my throat. I had the vague thought that this was probably the only time I’d actually get to explore sucking his dick, if Mom did catch us, so I’d better make the most of it before she kicked him to the curb.

It got to the point where I was so into sucking Graham’s dick that, when he pulled it out of me, I actually whined.

I looked up at him, pouting.

He chuckled. “Turn over.”

I went pale when I realized what he wanted.

I looked down at his cock, which was wet with my saliva and hanging there threateningly.

He hooked his hands under my shoulders and flipped me around on the bed.

“Wait,” I said as I felt his hands on my cheeks.

He inhaled sharply as he spread them. “Fuck.”

I felt his thumb brush up against my asshole. The feeling was so sensitive that it made me shiver.

“Graham,” I said quickly, “I… I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

His cock was already sliding up my taint, dripping precum across my skin. I could feel his foreskin sliding between my cheeks, and when it pressed against my hole, I cried out in pleasure.

“I’ll go slow,” was all he said.

“No, but…”

He was already pushing in.