STEPFATHER

When we move to the house of the man who would become my stepfather, I felt abandoned. My mother always slept with me spooning me, hugging my body. Now I lost the protective arms that caressed me until I slept.

His name was Miguel. Thin, medium height, hairy legs and chest, he worked in a public office, the same one where my mother worked, as a security guard.

It then happened for not be alone at night, my mother agreed to change to the night shift, in order to increase her salary with the night bonus. Every other day, she spent the night away, only returning in the morning, when Miguel was already preparing for his workday.

Well, the lack of spooning with my mother caused me to have trouble sleeping. In other words, I had difficulty sleeping. So, one night, with insomnia, I went to the living room, where Miguel was watching television, dressed only in his boxers.

It would be around 11 o'clock.

—Are you sleepless? he asked.

Almost whimpering, I asked him to lie down with me until I fell asleep.

Soon we were in my bed, him behind me, hugging me. Then he pulled my body so that my ass was in contact with his erection. Breathing heavily, Miguel pulled me. I felt that hard thing through my clothes.

— Can I lower your pajamas? — he asked suddenly in a soft voice.

I didn't object. His hands then began to feel my buttocks.

That was good, I slept with his caresses.

The next night we were alone, he didn't wait for me to ask. He came and lay down with me. Again, my pajamas were lowered, but this time, it wasn't your hand that I felt. And yes, his penis, which moved hard already, poking my ass, nestling itself between my legs, rubbing my balls.

It was good, I slept in a bliss.

One Saturday morning, he wasn't working, my mother was sleeping, when I entered the bathroom, I found Miguel coming out of the shower naked. I took a good look. His hard member seemed so beautiful to me...dark skin, reddish engorged glans. Today I know that it wasn't as big as it seemed to me. But I was really impressed. Instinctively, I took my hand and held it. He let me stroke his penis, saying nothing, but thinking everything.

For the rest of the day, that image never left my head. Later, in a circle of friends my age, the conversation turned to dirty talk. They talked about handjobs, giving ass, eating ass... So on. I just kept quiet, remembering Miguel's cock and the night I had it in contact with my ass.

“Was that I did?” I thought.

One thing I was sure of: I wanted it again…badly.

So again, mom at her job, Miguel in my bed, I waited anxiously for him to lower down my pajamas. When he did, the satisfaction was great. Even bigger when he said, “you have a really nice ass”.

It was then that I found the courage:

— Can I grab your dick?

It was so beautiful... and hard. Holding it, happily, I felt superior to my little friends, because I knew that everything, they said was nothing more than an invention. None of them had been in the situation I was now.

Shortly after, having completely gotten rid of my pajamas, I felt that rigid bar forcing its way into my ass.

But it wasn't going to happen this time. The thickness of the member didn't match the narrow, tight virgin little ring. We give up. And I slept feeling his hard pulse between my thighs.

It was then that Miguel's son came to visit us. Mom wasn't at work. Despite being only two years older than me, Felipe was quite naughty. Shortly after we were lying down, he said, very quietly:

— Have you already given your ass?

My silence could either mean that I didn't understand or express upset at his insinuation. What he didn't expect was me pulling down my pajamas, shamelessly, wordlessly offering him what he wanted.

When I grab his dick, I put my hand behind my back and held it. It was much thinner than his father's. Then, as I was already holding it, I directed it to the entrance of my ass, which I felt opened to receive, without pain, all lust in me. Now, yes, I was giving my ass.

And it was so good...

So good, that the next day, with the two of us alone at home, I wanted to do it again.

— You liked it, right! - he said. — But first, I wanted you to suck it.

I didn't hesitate. Putting the dick that seemed to be always hard into my mouth, I sucked it. A little, but I sucked it (in fact, I didn't know how to do it) just lick it and taste the strange flavor in my tongue and lips.

Then, now completely naked, I got on all fours on the bed and Felipe's cock penetrated me again. Unlike the other time, when he barely moved, this time I felt his cock come and go, pleasantly massaging my sphincter.

It was too good to be true!

During the week he spent there, Felipe fucked me several times.

But he left.

That's why, when I was back in bed with my stepfather, I said this, when I saw that he was hesitant to start the game that I loved:

— Don't you want my ass anymore?

-Take off your clothes and wait, - he said.

He left the room, returned with a tube of Ky. Oh! What a joy to see again that cock that he smeared with the gel before positioning himself behind me.

-Open your ass, with both hands- he said.

In the position on all fours, I felt his fingers also applying cream deep in my orifice, then his hands on my waist and, finally, the glans straining, returning, straining, opening little by little my ass, entering like a log. I exhaled an ouch! of pain and surrender. “Does it hurt?” he asked. "A little."

A little, very little. Felipe had already opened the path, he just needed to widen it. That's what Miguel's cock did, which lodged itself deep inside me.

— I haven't eaten such delicious ass in a while — he said.

I later learned that my mother did not appreciate this modality. So, from that day on, he ate me every other day. On the other day, I had insomnia; On the other day, I slept soundly, after receiving his cock and delighting in his moans of pleasure when he came.