Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 19:05:30 PST
From: ohiojake@hotmail.com
Subject: Jock Strapped Step-Father

If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by sexual explicit acts, 
please do not read any further.

Jock Strapped Step-Father
by Jake Hamilton

   This story is true.  I have taken this opportunity to share with you
the first time I had sex with my step-father.

   Mom had married Tom shortly after my real dad left us.  She went through 
a period of adjustment, but all-in-all, she needed to move on with her life.
Things were tough for us us when dad was around, and although divorce is
not what a kid wants from his/her parents, their relationship was doomed.

   The first time I met Tom was when I was 12 years old.  He worked for the
local food market as an assistant manager.  He was very handsome and had a
really nice build and I immediately had a strong desire to crawl into his 
arms and kiss his rough cheek.  I fell in love with this man.

   Whenever the opportunity would present itself, I would try to sneak a
peek at him when he was in the shower or changing for his softball game.
Tom was stacked.  I would often jerk off in the bathroom and fantasize
taking a shower with this stud.  From all my voyeuristic attempts at getting
a peek at this man, I found that he sported a seven inch long cock that was
as big as a beer can around while limp.  He has a nice furry set of balls
to match the fur on his stomach, chest and arms.  He always had his hair
cut in military fashion and worked out about once a week at the local
fitness center.  I melted.

   I developed at an early age.  My pubic hair was coming in and I was
jerking off three or four times a day.  I learned all about marturbating
from my older cousin.  He and I sat in the garage and whacked or dicks to
some old penthouse magazines (previously owned by my real father).  I would
gaze at the few pictures of men and women and imagined it was me who was being
fucked.

   Mom went out for a going away party for a co-worker of hers one night,
leaving me and Tom alone in the house.  He was wrapped up in the basketball
game on the television so I snuck away to do what came naturally - jerking
off.  As I walked to the bathroom, I passed by Mom's bedroom.  The door was 
cracked open, so I snuck inside.  There on the floor was a pile of dirty
laundry, including Tom's softball uniform and jock strap.  The smell of
the dirty uniform filled my nostrils and immediately I felt a tightness
in my pants.  My cock was at full mast.  I wanted to cum right then and 
there.

   I looked over my shoulder to make sure Tom wasn't around and I reached
down and snatched up the used jockstrap.  I put the article of clothing
under my shirt and made a b-line to the bathroom.  I closed the bathroom
door and dropped my pants.  I brought the jockstrap to my nose and mouth
and inhaled the strong sweaty odor.  I reached down and wrapped my hand
around my stiff cock and started beating off.  The odor and feeling I was
experiencing was more than I could handle.  I shot stream after stream on
the bathroom floor.  My knees gave way and I collapsed.  With the jock
strap still on my nose and mouth, I scooped up the steamy fluid and rubbed
it on my cock and chest.  My dick was still hard and awaiting another
release.

   I sat down at the edge of the tub and put the jock strap over my head.
With one hand fingering my nipple and the other hand jerking my cock, I
positioned myself for another round.  I was pounding away, so wrapped
up in what I was doing, that I did not hear the bathroom door open.

   "What the fuck are you doing!" Tom cried out.

   My heart stopped, I was fucking scared.  I started to breathe faster.
Tom ripped his jockstrap from my head and stood before me.  His face was
red with anger.  I had never seen him like this before.

   "I asked you a question... What the fuck are you doing with my
clothes!"  He then grabbed me by my arm and forced my up.

   "I... I..." and I started to tear up.

   "Clean up your fucking mess and go to your room."  He then left.

   I mopped up the cum off the floor with a towel and looked in the mirror.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.  I picked up my clothes and went to my
room.  I heard Tom call out from down the hall that he would not tell
my mother about this and that I should stay in my room the rest of the
evening.

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   Things were different from that point forward.  Tom didn't talk with
me like he used to.  Mom even noticed it and she sat down with him one
evening and talked.

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   Three weeks had passed since Tom caught me jerking off with his jock
strap over my head.  I was awoken in the middle of the night.  Tom was
standing at the head of my bed.  The lights were out.  He grabbed my hand
and put it under his robe.  He was not wearing any underwear and for the 
first time, I was holding his large beer can shaped tool.

   "Be quiet...your mom is still asleep."
 
   I just nodded my head in agreement and began to stroke his tool.  It
got hard in my hands.  The head was rubbing up against the tericloth
robe.  He parted the robe and that's when my jaw dropped.  He was at least
nine inches long and about six inches around.  I reached up with my
other had and massaged his nuts.

   "That feels good, sport."

   I jerked him slowly.  With every stroke, I leaned in closer to his cock.
The head was only inches from my mouth.  I wanted to suck on his cock
until he exploded down my throat.

   "Go ahead, sport, just don't use your teeth."

   I licked the head and felt a salty fluid on my tongue.  It tasted
wonderful.  I then put my lips up to his head and licked the circumference
of his rod.  With my other hand, I gently massaged his nuts.

   I then took the head into my mouth.  His cock was so warm, I almost 
melted.  He placed his hands on both sides of my head and began to 
slowly fuck my mouth.  His cock could only make it half-way in because he
was so big.  He slowly increased the pace and within minutes, I felt a
warm gush hitting the back of my throat.  His hands gripped my head
tighter as he came.  His breathing increased.  Sweat was running off his
forehead.  I kept sucking, dribbling only a few drops from my mouth.

   "Thank you, sport, we will do this again soon."

    That was the first of many nightly visits...


Step-Father Fix
by Jake Hamilton

   My step-father, Tom didn't speak to me for a week since that first night
when I blew his cock from the edge of my bed.  The night was etched so firmly
in my brain that I had jack off material for a month.  Mom noticed that
Tom and I didn't seem to get along as we used to and once again pulled him
aside to talk with him.

   I don't know the details of their conversation, but it must have done 
the trick.  Tom began to include me in every day activities where as
before, I was excluded.  One saturday, mom was in the kitchen and he 
invited "the guys" over for a tv-basketball party.  Beer was being passed
around and so was the adult language.  A couple of guys at the party 
talked endlessly about their recent conquests in the dating game as my
step-father listened on with interest.

   I got bored rather quickly and decided to go over to my friend, Bob's
house.  Bob and I hung out all the time.  He was my best friend.  Although
Bob was cute, I never had any sexual attraction for him.  He was straight
as could be and had a steady girlfriend.  I was still confused at the age of
thirteen as to whether or not I preferred guys over girls.  I mean, I was
attracted to both.  I never let on that I secretly fantasized about boys to 
Bob for fear of losing my relationship with him....so I basically played
it straight.

   Bob and I headed out back and I told him that I had met someone special
recently in my life.  I successfully hid the fact that it was a guy and even
more so, that it was my stepfather.  Bob too found someone and that she 
was open to experimenting with him in the wonderful world of innocent sex.

   Once again, I didn't have any strong sexual attraction to Bob, but I
did mention that I would do anything if I could watch them have sex.

   Normally at this point you would think this would lead to me blowing Bob
in order to see it, but in fact it only cost me ten bucks to witness the
act.  He said that he would arrange it for tomorrow, after school.

   The tension was too much.  It was getting late and I decided to head home
to grab some supper and then maybe jerk off in the bathroom.

   When I got home, Tom was sitting on the couch and the light was off in the
kitchen.  He looked up from the TV and mentioned that my mom went to the grocery
store for some milk and bread for dinner.  Tom was wearing jogging shorts and
a tank top and no shoes.  His hairy legs were well defined and his arms
were amazing.  It didn't matter how many times I looked at him, his body was
amazing.  As I mentioned earlier, he worked out about once a week.

   My mind went back to the night I sat on the edge of my bed and gave him
the first blow job I had ever given to a guy.  I still could feel the 
strong hot bursts of jism as they hit the back of my throat.  He packed quite
a load for a man of 40.  I felt a twitch in my pants and knew that I needed
to go whack off before my mom got back with dinner.  I walked past him and headed 
down the hall to the bathroom.  Halfway there I had a raging hard on.  I really
needed to take care of it soon before I stained my pants.

   I entered the bathroom, dropped my pants and sat on the toilet seat.  My
throbbing cock was quickly in the palm of my hand and I knew that I was 
going to enjoy this.  I started rubbing the precum on the head of my cock and
closed my eyes....imaging the night I blew Tom.   I must have been really 
leaking because my beating off was making a sloshing noise.  My cock was all
greased up with my precum.   I rubbed my chest with my available hand as I
stroked my cock.  I kept remembering swallowing half of my step-dad's cock.  The
thing was as big as a beer can (ok, six inches around) and nine inches long.

   The door to the bathroom slowly opened and immediatly I snapped to attention.
I quickly hid my hard on and looked over as Tom entered the room.  He closed
the door behind him and stepped over to the toilet.  He grabbed my chin with one
hand as he lowered his jogging shorts with another.  He lifted his cock out of
his underwear and brought my face close to his crotch.

   "Go ahead, sport, I know you want it." he said.

   I couldn't believe it.  I saw it for the first time in the light.   He was
big.   I opened my mouth and took the head in.  With my other hand, I continued to 
jerk off.  The head of his prick was engorged.  Once again, I could only get half
of his cock into my mouth.  I worked up and down on his shaft and I sucked and
licked the stalk.  His cock was hot and I really enjoyed sucking it.  It came 
naturally to me.  He rubbed the back of my head and slowly started to fuck my
mouth.  Fearing I would cum, I stopped jerking off and began to slowly massage
his nuts.  I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of this studs cock filling
my mouth.  I must have been doing a good job because his breathing increased
and I began to feel jet after jet of hot cum hitting the back of my throat.

   He started to gasp as his orgasm peaked.  I kept hearing him cry out softly
as I sucked on his delicious piece of meat.  I then picked up the tempo and started
to jerk my own cock.  I felt the pressure building up in my balls and within a
matter of seconds, I was cumming on my stomach.

   After about five minutes, he slipped his cock back into his briefs and walked
out the door.  I sat there with my dick in my hand, cum dripping from the corners
of my mouth and a pool of jism all over my stomach.

   I sat back on the toilet and rubbed my cum all over my stomach and caught
my breath.   He did it to me again and I loved it.


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I have had more experiences with my step-dad and surprisingly enough with a 
couple of other people who shall at this time remain nameless.

If you liked what you read, please email me and I will post more.

OhioJake@hotmail.com

Thanks.