I was eighteen and it was my last summer break before starting college. Sadly for me, my vacation plans didn't quite turn out the way I planned it.
My friends and I were supposed to travel to the south of France together, but last minute my mom decided that we were in a tight spot and since she wanted to take a trip with two friends, I would have to stay at home. During an argument I had suggested that she could also decide to cancel her trip and let me join my friends instead. My mother had looked shocked. She argued that I was about to enter the best period of my life, whereas she never had the time to do anything for herself anymore. I guess she forgot about the occasional days at the spa and the weekends away with her boyfriend.
That's how I ended up spending two weeks of summer break at my mother's house with her boyfriend, Chris.
Chris was a real alpha male. He was a forty-two years old construction worker who spent all his time in the gym and cheating on my mother. He had broad shoulders, big, muscular arms, and just the tiniest bit of a belly.
As luck would have it, Chris was off work during those excruciating two weeks. Since we didn't get along, we tried to stay out of each other's way as much as we could. Chris filled his days with working out and drinking beer with his mates, while I spent most of my time masturbating in my room.
I had only recently accepted I was gay, and it almost felt like I had some catching up to do. Since I had discovered gay porn, I had started jerking off at least twice a day. My boyish-looking, slim body longed to be fucked by a real top.
One Friday afternoon, one week after my mom had left on her trip, I was feeling so horny I decided to search my mom's and Chris's room for some dirty boxers of Chris's. I know it sounds really pervy, but I just longed for the smell of his crotch. Chris had left for the gym an hour ago, but it would probably be another hour before he would be back. So, I tiptoed to the bedroom next to mine.
I was only wearing boxers since it was extremely hot that day. A few strands of my messy, wavy, dark blond hair were sticking to my forehead with sweat.
It didn't take long for me to find some dirty white briefs of Chris's. Looking at the dark yellow stain in the front, it was clear that they had been worn. I carefully brought the dirty underwear to my face and inhaled the scent. His briefs smelled of sour sweat and urine. But there was more than that. There was a familiar smell that I couldn't quite define. I smelled them again. This time I wasn't careful about it. I just pushed my entire face into his briefs. While inhaling the smell of my stepfather's crotch a second time, I realized the stain in the front of his briefs wasn't urine, but semen. The thought of my stepfather ejaculating in his briefs got me rock-hard.
I started touching my dick through my boxers. While I wanted to drop my underwear and start jerking off right then and there, I realized chances of getting caught were too high. And though I got really horny thinking of my stepfather's dick, I really hated him, and I could not bear the thought of being humiliated in front of him. I decided to take his briefs to my room, so that I could enjoy a long, private masturbation session.
When I was about to leave the room, I noticed the drawer of the bedside table had not been closed properly. Instead of returning to my own room, I decided to check the contents of the bedside table. My heart was racing with a strange mixture of nervousness and arousal. Even though I knew the house was empty, I still glanced over my shoulder before carefully opening the drawer and peeking inside.
Inside the drawer I immediately noticed a bottle of lube and some fluffy handcuffs. It was clear that neither my mom, nor Chris did their best to hide them. Nonetheless, I was more intrigued by the pile of pictures poking out from underneath them.
When I saw my mom in one of the pictures, naked on her knees, I almost put the pictures away. But then I looked at another one and I saw Chris. He was sitting in a chair, his legs spread, body language relaxed. The expression on his face almost made me cum in my pants. It was as if his eyes were demanding you to serve him. To lick his low hanging, hairy balls. Or to suck his big, juicy dick. He looked so confident, so arrogant. His muscular body looked even better than I imagined. He looked beefy and tanned, with the exact amount of body hair that is considered manly, but not in a king Kong way.
I didn't think of the consequences anymore. I just lowered my boxers to my ankles and started jerking off. It felt so good to touch my dick while looking at the picture of my naked stepfather. I started moaning while I continued stroking my cock. I imagined how it would feel, kneeling between his legs, smelling the scent of his manhood and then taking his big cock in my hot and wet mouth. My balls started pulsing. I was about to cum.
Then I heard someone enter the room behind me. Chris stepped into the bedroom, his eyes wandering from my naked body to his white briefs, that were still clenched in my left hand, and the nude pictures on the floor. For a second my body seemed confused as whether to ejaculate or not. I felt my dick twitch. But as I saw the degrading look on Chris's face and felt the shame and humiliation that came with it, my almost-orgasm quickly faded away.
"Well well." Chris said, his face a mixture of disgust and amusement. Instinctively, I covered my dick and balls with my hands.
"Keep those hands away from your crotch, slutboy!" Chris ordered. Normally I would never obey him, especially not now, but his voice was so menacing that I did exactly as he asked. As I stood there, naked in front of him, I felt myself resenting him for humiliating me like this and taking pleasure from it.
Chris was wearing a black tank top, soaked in sweat, grey sport shots, and flashy running shoes with white socks. His hair was completely wet, and his piercing blue eyes were fixed on my skinny, naked body. Chris was 6'3'' and I was 5''9, but in that moment, I felt a lot smaller.
"So, I return a little early from the gym because the boiler broke down and I didn't feel like showering with cold water, and this is what I find." At "this" he gestured at me and the naked pictures on the floor. "My bitch's bitch is invading my privacy and jerking all over my nude pics." I could hear how little he thought of me. Meanwhile, my dick had gone completely flaccid, as I felt the most ashamed and humiliated I had ever felt in my whole life.
I needed to get out of this situation, and the quickest way to do so was to apologize.
"I'm sorry, Chris." I was using his first name, hoping to sound more sincere. "I'm really sorry for invading your privacy. I was just horny, and it won't happen again." It sounded shallow, but it was the best I could do. The truth was: I was not sorry and if I disliked Chris before, I now hated him for making me crawl like that.
Chris looked amused. "I'll make sure it won't happen again."
He must have noticed the confused look on my face because he started to elaborate.
"You looked at my nude pictures without my consent, so now it's my turn. Show me your nudes!"
It took me a second to think of an answer, mostly because I wasn't not sure whether he was joking or not.
"I don't have any nudes." I finally said, my voice barely a whisper. It wasn't true, but it seemed like the safest answer.
To my surprise Chris looked even more pleased. "Well, then we'll just have to make a few nude pictures of you, don't we?" He took out his phone and directed his camera at me.
I just stood there dumbfounded, waiting for my stepfather to burst into laughing and tell me it was all just a joke. But he didn't. He just waited for me to do as he asked.
"Please..." I started begging, but Chris didn't care. If anything, it seemed to annoy him.
"Look..." He said. "You came in here, watching my private pics and sniffing my underwear. So, if you don't do exactly as you're told, I'll give you an ass whooping you'll never forget, and I'll make sure your lousy mother kicks her pervert son out of the house when she gets back. Capish?"
