Date: Tue, 09 May 2006 02:12:04 +0000
From: callmejack@comcast.net
Subject: The Boogie Man

Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction. If there is any
similarity to names, places or circumstances, it is purely coincidental.
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The Boogie Man


The door to Andy's room opened enough to wake him. The night light in
the hall and the need of oil on the door hinges conspired to awaken the
sixteen year old.

"Who is it?" Andy called half asleep.

"The boogie man," Came Stark's deep soft voice.

"Shit," Andy replied. "I should have known it was you. Here it is
Friday and I bet you're drunk and horny."

"Nope", Stark replied. "I finally remembered what you've been telling
me every Friday. I stayed sober, took a shower and brushed my teeth.

Andy opened both eyes, turned on the bedside lamp and looked at this step
father. Stark Wilton wasn't muscular, but his job as a foreman on a
construction site kept him in top shape. Stark's build was the first
thing Andy noticed about his mother's new boyfriend. For as long as he
could remember, Andy knew he was gay.  When his mother and Stark wed,
Andy was faced with a new problem of desire.  Every day during the two
years that Stark and Andy's mother had been married, Andy's desire for
his step father increased. Andy could take advantage of Stark when the
man was drunk. He had several opportunities to get his mother's lover
into the sack but every time Andy felt revulsion.

Every Friday Stark and Andy's mom drained a bottle of bourbon. Taking
advantage of the situation, Stark left his wife passed out on their bed
and staggered down to Andy's room.

Andy dreaded these moments, but Stark's condition made it easy to refuse
his advances. As soon as Stark opened the door the smell of bourbon
filled Andy's room. Stark crawled into bed with Andy and pulled the
young boy close.

"Come on you little cock teaser," Stark said every week. "Let's
fuck"

Andy found it easy to push the big man away. "You smell like a fuckin'
whiskey barrel."

Stark would come closer again. "Quite playin' hard to get. You know you
want this thing in you."

Each time, Andy shoved his step father hard out of bed and on the floor.
"You aren't even going to come close to putting that cock in me until
you come down here sober and don't smell like you took a bath in
bourbon"

With that Stark would stand, stagger to the door and say, "Some day I'm
gonna fuck you good."

"You know what you have to do," Andy said.

Andy often wondered what he would do if Stark came down to his room clean
and sober. It would be difficult to say no. He had to deal with the fact
that Stark was his mother's husband. He tried to deal with the idea,
that although he was not related to Stark by blood, he was still related
to him. He had come to terms with his own sexuality, but it was difficult
to deal with  satisfying his desires a the guy twice his age.

          Stark stood at side of Andy's bed. Andy rubbed his eyes. Stark
stood there clothed in a pair of boxer shorts. The fly barely open. Andy
looked up at the older man and smiled.

          "I finally remember what you've be saying," Stark said. "Do
pass inspection?"

          "You look great and smell great," Andy said pulling the
covers down."

          "Guess that means I pass inspection," Stark said pulling his
boxers off and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

          "It does," Andy said moving nearer to Stark.

          You ever done anything like this before? Stark asked.

          "I'm still a virgin," Andy replied.

          "Are you sure you want to give that up? You're awful young,"
Stark commented.

          Andy was quiet for a moment. He thought about his mother
upstairs. She was so out of most of the time she would probably stand up
and cheer thinking Andy had be awarded the grand prize in bedroom
athletics.

          "What about, Dad?" Andy wondered out loud.

          "What about him?" Stark countered.

          "I was just thinking," Andy said.

          "You think your dad would say anything?" Stark asked.

          "He's pretty much let me make my own decisions in the past
year. I honestly don't think he'd say anything," Andy remarked.

          Andy thought about his dad. Somehow, he'd always wanted his
dad to be the first to take be up his ass. When he met Stark, the feeling
for his father remained, but his feeling for Stark moved in strong
because Stark was closer.

          Stark pulled Andy hard against him. He felt the rapid beating
of his step son's heart. Andy lay rigid against the older man. Stark
tentatively placed his mouth on Andy's. Andy's lips parted and two
eager tongues met. The stiffness left Andy's body and settled in his
rod. Andy retuned the kiss as he thought, "If I don't stop wondering
about these things, I'll never lose my cherry."

          Stark positioned himself atop the sixteen year old, gently and
slowly. There was not need to rush things. He propped himself up on his
elbows, lowered his face onto Andy and continued the kiss. Andy pulled
Stark's face to him, entwined his legs around Stark's legs and let the
older man feel the passion he had for him.

          Softly, Stark ran his tongue down Andy's chin, onto  this
neck, and then to his chest. He left trail on wet new hair around the
teenager's nipples and moved on to the armpits full of blond hair. The
younger man pressed his body against Stark wanting his step father to
feel  the desire he  felt for the past two years. Stark felt the
closeness of Andy's desire and took the hard cock in his mouth.

          Andy thrust his hips upward and Stark came down on stiff
muscle. He began to breathe heavily and then moan. Stark continued the
slow easy motion of his mouth and tongue on the young cock.

          "Oh man, I never felt anything like this before," Andy
whispered.

          Stark continued. He felt the swelling at the base of Andy's
tool and the young man began to prepare for orgasm.

          "Be careful, Stark," Andy warned. "I'm gonna come in your
mouth if you keep this up.

          Stark continued to bring on the orgasm. Andy's moans became
louder. Stark felt the cock against the back of his throat as Andy began
to thrust his hips upward.

          "I'm gettin' close," Andy warned again.

          Stark felt the first pulse of the cum leave the young balls
travel the length of the cock and shoot into his throat. The stream was
so thick and so fast the older man almost choked as the hot love juice
shot into is mouth.

          "Oh yes, yes," Andy said in a husky voice. "Take it all,
Stark. Take the whole load."

          The feeling was so intense, Andy thought he would pass out. The
young man's entire being tingled. His body trembled.  He pulled back
with his hips trying to withdraw, but Stark kept his hot mouth on the
teenage cock until it went soft. He slid back beside Andy. Their open
mouths met once more as Stark let a stream of man juice flow into Andy's
mouth.

          The two lay quietly. Finally Stark spoke. "On cherry popped."

          "Man, that was intense," Andy said. "That was great, but
intense."

          Stark pulled the young man close again. Andy put his head on
Stark's shoulder.

          "Rest for a little bit," Stark said, "The best is yet to
cum."