Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
*****
I'm an 18-year-old, straight guy, crouching down, and peering into my bedroom vent and into the bathroom as my stepdad, Ben, strips down naked. His body is shiny with sweat from a hard day's work. And his sturdy, soft cock bounces around with his movements.
My mom married Ben a few months back after a turbulent divorce. He's a 34-year-old construction worker that seems a little simple-minded and has a known alcohol problem.
Mom calls him a "hunk". For some reason he wasn't turned off by the fact that she's a 42-year-old divorcee with four children. I guess it doesn't hurt that my mom is kind of a MILF, though.
I've always been more of an introverted, artistic-type, so he's much more macho than I am. Deep voice, small mustache and brown hair that gets in his eyes sometimes. Blasts Metallica in his pick-up truck and walks around shirtless throughout the house. He's super tan because he works outdoors a lot.
I can often hear them fucking, bed ramming against the wall. Something me and my siblings never heard when she was with our dad. So she's definitely more sexually satisfied these days.
I sometimes lie in bed at night and jerk off to the sound of him fucking my mom. Knowing it's kind of weird, but still giving myself permission to imagine it as I stroke my cock.
Maybe a part of me was turned on by my mom. Maybe a part of me wanted to feel like I was strong and muscular like him.
Maybe a part of me thought life would be a little easier if I were more masculine.
Even though his machismo intimidates me at times, he treats my mom well, I guess, so I really don't mind him being around.
But the fact is that the house is crowded and I'm looking forward to moving into my dorm later this year. To instead be listening to the sound of me fucking a woman.
Yea, that seems more normal.
I was studying in my bedroom one afternoon when Ben came home after a hot day working with his crew. A vent near the bottom of my bedroom wall is shared with the bathroom and faces the toilet and shower.
He made his way upstairs, announcing to my lounging mom that he was gonna take a quick shower.
A fleeting thought popped into my head:
I wonder what Ben looks like naked. The guy that's been fucking my mom.
What's his dick like? How much like mine might it be?
I stealthily slid onto the floor in my socks and quietly crawled toward the vent. I slipped my eyes into the opening below.
He was seated on the toilet taking a shit with his pants around his ankles. He started to wipe his ass. I pulled away, feeling kinda ashamed. Like it's rude to be watching him in such an embarrassing moment. And as soon as that thought ended, I found myself returning to my devious gaze.
He seemed to shit like the rest of us. Farted a little. Stood up pulling his pants, and flushed the toilet. Slid open the translucent, shower door, and turned on the shower.
Kicked off his work boots and yanked off his socks. Faced away from me and pulled down his pants, revealing his tighty whities. He had a tattoo of a bald eagle at the top of his back.
Then the underwear came down.
His ass was strong and round-looking. I wished mine was that shapely.
He hopped into the shower and slid the door shut. His nude body was a giant blur. But I could see the darkness and bump of his crotch. His upright, manly posture, standing at about six-feet tall. The dark patch of hairs on his chest.
He looked like a statue.
As he rubbed his crotch and ass with soapy hands, I felt an intense longing to just get a good, solid stare at his dick.
Minutes passed. He turned the shower off, and slid open the door, revealing his idyllic body dripping with water.
There it was in all its glory. His flaccid cock swung with his movement as he stepped onto the towel on the floor.
I saw his dark, full bush and a happy trail leading up to this belly button.
His penis was about four or five inches soft, a little bigger than mine. It seemed to fit his body size and build nicely.
Damn, I thought. I wish I could see what it looked like erect.
Within seconds he was out of view as he began drying himself off in front of the sink. The show was over.
And that was my first act of voyeurism. I was a peeping Tom.
I found it more entertaining than playing on my phone or watching TV.
I didn't realize until I was climbing back into bed that I had been hard as fuck.
I thought about his wet, pubic hair, resting atop his penis. His manly crotch seemed to whisper, "I am made to be adored."
And for the first time ever I jerked off to the thought of touching a man's body and putting my mouth on a penis.
On my stepdad's penis.
I jizzed all over my chest and thought, fuck, what a rush that was.
For the next few days I found a way to be in my bedroom around the time that Ben got home from work, so I could spy on him in the bathroom again.
Leading up to today - a day when things took a turn.
I'm staring through the vent at the blurred image of my stepdad showering for, like, the sixth time this summer. Sometimes he whistles in the shower and sometimes he sings to himself. Sometimes he seems pensive and showers for a long time, until the doors are foggy, and sometimes he's in and out.
I feel connected to him when I watch him bathe. He seems much more vulnerable. Softer. And more accessible.
He steps out and quickly wraps a towel around his waist.
Damn. Only a quick view of his dick today.
His foot steps on a wrapper, and he bends down to pick it up and toss it in the trash.
And then he glances at the vent, looking right in my direction.
Fuck. Oh, shit. My head peels away from the vent and I'm frozen in time. Heart sprinting. Blood flushing down my body like I'd seen a ghost.
I hear nothing from him. Yikes, this was not supposed to happen.
After a long moment has passed I slowly creep my eyes back to the vent. Dear God, why am I doing this again?! You are testing your luck, dude.
I see that he's standing butt-ass naked in front of me - apparently he had removed the towel.
Once my eyes return he starts shifting back and forth to flop his soft dick against each upper-thigh. I hear a smack each time.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
