Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 10:28:01 -0400
From: Dudley Donovan <ddonova3@maine.rr.com>
Subject: My Stepdad Loves me.  part one of one

                        MY NEW DADDY
                       By Lee Donovan

The old wood stove was fired up. It was 20 degrees below
zero outside and the Maine wind was blowing hard as usual.
No matter how much wood was poured into that old stove, the
chill in the room was still very noticeable. I had made
plans to hunker down and watch some TV and eat some popcorn.

I was fourteen years old with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes,
and average build. I had a nice bubble butt and was proud of
it. I had done the usual fooling around with guys my age.
You know, mutual jacking off and the like, but the thought
of being gay had not yet entered my mind. L Liked jacking
off and it had become my daily prime objective. I'm sure
that all boys of fourteen go through that phase.
My mother had married Harry a few months before. It was her
fourth marriage. I couldn't understand what he saw in my
mother. I figured he must really love her because he could
have done better... much better.   I considered my mother a
slut. I had older half-siblings (sisters) all with a
different last name which I found embarrassing. Mother was
really unattractive, obese and foul mouthed and she wouldn't
have won any prizes for housekeeping.

   I hardly spent any time with Harry. I considered him a
nuisance that I had to put up with. He was kind of
attractive, 15 years younger than my mother, six foot 1 inch
tall and well built.  The only time I ever paid attention to
his looks was when he went away every few weekends for
National Guard duty. I noted that he looked nice in his
uniform, but sexually, I never thought about him.

I called over next door to the neighbors and asked my friend
Pete to come over to watch an all night movie marathon. It
was really a scare-a-thon since all the movies were horror.
My mother and stepfather were always in bed by 8 PM so I
knew that Pete and I could shoot the breeze, eat popcorn and
watch movies without interruption. So anyway, Pete came
over, my half-sisters were out on dates, and Mother and
Harry had gone to bed.

At about 10 PM Harry came out of the bedroom wrapped in a
blanket
"Mind if I join you guys?" he asked
"It's a free country, "I muttered and continued to lie on
the floor beside Pete watching the movie.

Harry proceeded to sit on the couch with the blanket wrapped
around him complaining about how cold the living room was.
Pete stated that yes, it was cold and that he was going home
where it was warmer...

"See you tomorrow "; I said thinking why did Harry have to
ruin my evening. Pete may have stayed if Harry had just
remained in bed.

I'm sorry your friend left." Harry remarked after 10 minutes
of uncomfortable silence.  "I'm going to make some hot
cocoa. Want some?"

"Yeah, why not?" I mumbled.

A few minutes later Harry returned with two cups of the hot
chocolate. He placed them on the coffee table. He wrapped
the blanket back around him and motioned for me to sit next
to him. I took my perch on the other end of the sofa and
proceeded to sip my cocoa.

"Hit's the spot, huh?" He said, and I nodded, saying, "For
sure!"

"Aren't you cold?" Harry asked.

I replied that I was. Harry said to move closer and that he
would share the blanket with me. He put his hand on my
shoulder, and, suddenly, I got a tingle in my balls   I felt
my six inch dick growing. I was kind of turned on and pulled
the covers over me so he wouldn't see me tenting my pajamas.
Still holding my shoulder, he reached around me and pulled
the blankets away. I saw his eyes drop to my crotch, where
my pajamas were sticking out from my hard-on! His eyes
paused, and he smiled, and then moved his gaze up to look in
my eyes. "I'll be right back" He said, quietly, then, moved
his hand away. My face was burning, so I knew I was blushing
big time, and I swear my dick got harder than it had ever
gotten. It felt like steel.

Harry got up to go to the bathroom. When he walked back into
the room,   he stopped, and looked right at my crotch.   I
looked down, and blushed a deep red.  When I saw the front
of my PJ's sticking straight up where my hard-on pressed
into the cloth.

 I thought, "Oh shit, what am I going to do now?"

Harry sat down next to me, and I saw that his face was kind
of flushed, too. His eyes dropped into my tented lap, then
back up to meet mine, and he said quietly, "looks like we
might have a common problem"

I looked down to see that he, to, was tenting his boxer
shorts.   I squirmed, and sort of swooned, willing my
throbbing cock to shrink. No such luck. Harry smiled at me,
and butted against my thigh, making my hard-on jerk even
more. I felt the heat of his mouth in my ear as he whispered
"Want me to make it spit?"

I answered with a nod of my head. I watched as his hand
started in the direction of my throbbing dick. I was
actually starting to tremble violently. I could feel the
precum leaking out of my rigid cock, and shuddered as Harry
moved even closer to me, Harry's hand moved slowly against
my leg, inching upward. My dick spasmed in my overstretched
pajamas. "You jerk your own cock don't you?" he whispered.
His mouth was so close to my ear that I was sure I     was
going to pass out.

Again, I nodded in the affirmative.

 "All guys do it. It feels good doesn't it?" He said, still
whispering in my ear. I blushed furiously, but nodded.

  His hand was in my pajamas now. His hand was on my
quivering cock. He said in my ear, "I love playing with
your nice, hard, cock!"

"Oh God, Daddy, yes!" I mumbled, my heart exploding inside
my chest. I sank further back into the sofa, giving myself
up to the incredible sensation of his hand on my dick.

"What a good boy you are. Daddy's here. Daddy will take care
of you."

Harry gave my aching dick about five good strokes and it was
over.  I let out a scream that started in the pit of my
stomach and flew out of my throat like a rocket on the way
to the moon. My cock was spasming uncontrollably, spraying
thick ropes of cum everywhere. I collapsed my limp body
against him. Harry wrapped an arm around me, and pulled me
close, his big hand rubbing me all over.

 We stayed like that for a lomg time.

"I've always wanted a son to love." He whispered.  "I used
to watch you playing ball at the park. That's why I started
to date your mother. When I married her, it was because of
you. I love you, son!"

"I think I will learn to love you, too, Daddy." I whispered,
as our mouths met in a long wet kiss. "Now, pull down your
shorts, I want to make love to your ass."

Now it was Harry who was shivering and blushing. Almost

inaudibly,  he whispered. "You can do anything to me that

you want. I love you son"

"I love you

too, Daddy"