"Just... just don't tell your mum, okay?" these were the words uttered out of my stepfather Michaels lips as I smiled internally, parted my lips and slid my head forward taking the purple tip of his circumcised six-and-a-half-inch cock into my mouth closing the head as my tongue began to swirl around covering the new visitor while gently sucking and massaging.
My mother had met Michael shortly after she and my father separated, eventually divorcing, while I was in my teens. Throughout my developing teen years, I bounced backwards and forwards between living with each of my parents before eventually settling on being with my mother and stepfather.
While Michael and I were never what you'd call close we did get along well. On weekends when we were both home from work, we'd watch the football on television together, Mum would just roll her eyes and potter around the house - she wasn't a big football fan, we'd always share a beer and chat when we were having a BBQ for dinner, but it is not like we were best mates.
For the last three years however, I had held a dark secret.
This whole night, this whole situation that Michael and I currently found ourselves in started shortly after I had first moved in with them and had found work at the local railway station. There was an incident at the station one afternoon where I was abused and assaulted by someone waiting for the train because apparently it was my fault that the train had been cancelled.
As a result, my Station Manager had found someone to cover the remainder of my shift and had sent me home (with full pay; yay me) to recover. I was not injured physically, and mentally I was strong however working on the railway system the role was seen as a 'Safety Critical' one and therefore due to this type of incident it was protocol to send me home and have an evaluation the following day to clear me to work again.
With the house to myself upon arriving home that afternoon I found there was an issue with the internet, it wasn't connecting which meant that I couldn't go through my routine of jacking off, having a shower and then sitting back on the couch to unwind.
Michael must have a porn stash somewhere, I thought to myself as I began to kick myself on my reliance of the internet. I could've avoided all of this by simply buying my own magazines over the months. So, I broke the cardinal rule - I went snooping through his drawers to see if I could find some sort of porn stash.
Rummaging through his drawers I was surprised to eventually find his stash. His stash, however, was not what I expected.
There were several magazines, some your usual Playboy and Hustler, but others included pictures of two men and a woman, the next magazine was filled with just two guys performing acts.
Underneath the stack of magazines, I saw what looked to be printer paper with stuff printed on it. Picking them up and turning them over I noticed I was right, there were things printed on them. Paragraphs of words - in fact, on closer inspection they seemed like stories from a website called Literotica.
I grabbed a handful of magazines, a stack of papers and went to my room.
It was from that day on that I had started to think of men as well, while enjoying time with females that I met I also found that over time I had become drawn to men, in particular older men and sucking them off.
As time progressed, I had begun to do this, quite often yet despite enjoying it something had always been a miss.
I found that no matter how hard I tried, no matter how often I tried to block the thought out of my head or think of other things, even telling myself how wrong it was, I couldn't help but think about Michael, particularly his cock. After all it was, he who had started this journey, the magazines and stories he had printed out showed he had at least been open to the idea of man-on-man contact.
Mum was working overnight at her work, Michael arrived home earlier in the evening, after having dinner he had sat back to watch a movie while drinking a couple of beers. It was around nine when I heard him walk the hallway towards the bathroom where the water was soon turned on.
Tonight was not the plan though. It is not like I was building up to act upon my inner most sexual fantasies it just happened that way. As the shower started running, I went to the kitchen for a drink on the way back I saw his laptop balancing on the arm of his recliner - worried it was going to fall I went to move it for him.
On the screen was a story from Literotica opened - scrolled to about halfway down the page, I quickly scrolled upwards to see it was a gay incestuous father and son story, a tab next to it was a website I knew all too well for pornographic videos; clicking onto the tab I saw a video playing of a guy sucking another man's dick.
I got hard. The lust took over, and that is how tonight came about.
I left the laptop where it was, I walked down the hallway passing my bedroom door until I found myself at the bathroom door. I reached out my hand to knock - then hesitated. Was I really about to attempt this? What if he got mad and kicked me out of home, having to explain to my mother as to why.
I pulled my hand down to my side. The nerves had gotten the better of me.
I turned to leave, well I had all intentions of turning to leave, but my body didn't respond to what my head was trying to tell it to. I watched in horror as my hand reached out, not to knock this time, it just reached for the handle and began to turn the unlocked door.
As the door parted from its frame and more of the bathroom became viewable my eyes were met with Michael, standing by the hand basin tugging on his hard, circumcised six-and-a-half-inch cock. It took me a few moments to peel my eyes away from it to look at his face, his eyes as wide as saucers as they met mine.
"Richard, what the fuck?" Michael yelled as he stopped tugging, instinctively turning to talk to me.
