The sun hadn't come up yet as I quietly made my way out the front door with a raging boner in my pants. I'd been up since 5am, awaken by a powerful yearning in my body for a gay experience. Any gay experience. I didn't care if it was just meeting a stranger for a French kiss. As long as it was something with a guy, I wanted it. And I wanted it bad.
So I hopped on Grindr and found a top who lived on the other side of the apartment complex. I offered to lube up, but he said he had to be at work by 6:30 and we had to be quick. So I asked if I could suck his dick and he readily agreed to meet me in front of mom's apartment in his car.
With my ass on fire and my boner leaking precum, I slipped into a pair of sweats and snuck outside. As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw his car idling in an unassigned parking space with his running lights on. I approached the driver's side with my hands in my pockets and he rolled the window down to talk to me.
“Grindr?” he asked. Leaning down so we were at eye level, I nodded my answer. I was breathing so hard that steam was pouring from my mouth. He looked around, then in his rearview mirror to make sure the coast was clear. “Holy shit you're cute.”
“Thanks,” I said in a husky tone, then he surprised me by reaching through the window and cupping the back of my head so he could pull me to him for a kiss. I moaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back, loving how naughty it felt to be Frenched in the parking lot where anyone could watch.
When he broke our kiss, I exhaled through a smile and another plume of steam escaped my lips. Then I heard the automatic door locks and he said, “Hop in, kid.”
When I got in on the passenger side, he rolled the windows up and spread his legs. I watched him unbuckle his belt and open his fly, then he lifted his ass off the seat and down came his pants. His dick sprang free, barely illuminated by the glow of his instrument panel. It looked hot and juicy, so I moved in with a hot moan and slipped my mouth over the end.
The flavors of manhood filled my mouth immediately. I could smell the musk of his crotch pouring into my nose while the taste of hot, horny dick and precum danced on my palate. I smiled in the dark as I swallowed his meat to the base, noting that it was about 5 ½ inches and had a cone-like shape to it. As I indulged in the moist treat, he ran his fingertips through my messy hair and hissed, “Yeah, that's incredible.”
I responded by pressing my middle and forefinger around the base of his dick, scrubbing the mass of pubes that were shrouding his pole. He hissed again, then he let out a frantic moan while I cupped his balls with my right hand.
And just like that, he shot three spurts of cum into my mouth that made my head spin.
As he was unloading his ball cream for me, I could feel the heat of his crotch intensify against my face while the smell of his masculine pheromones grew stronger. I moaned hotly and sealed my lips around his prick, then I pulled all the way off and swallowed.
“How was that?” he asked me, and I smiled in the dark.
“I was perfect,” I sang. “Can we do it again tomorrow?”
“Sure kid,” he said with an easy tone. “How about another kiss before I get going?”
He didn't have to ask me twice. In a flash, I moved in and we locked lips, then our tongues started dancing while my boner sizzled in my sweats. Before we broke our kiss, he caressed my face and I felt myself swooning with lust.
When our kiss ended, he put his package away and I got out. As he was backing out of the parking space, I quietly went back inside. I stealthily shut the door and set the deadbolt, then I made a beeline for my room and stripped down to my undies before laying back down. Locking my fingers behind my head with a satisfied smile, I basked in the afterglow of my horny encounter while the flavor of cock and cum overwhelmed my senses.
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It was a little after 8am when the smell of fresh brewed coffee and sizzling breakfast sausage roused me from my slumber. With a sleepy yawn, I padded across the hallway to the bathroom to pee before going to the kitchen to see about breakfast. While I was aiming my piss firing little dick at the bowl, I thought about the hot hookup I had earlier and the hard dick I sucked. I wondered if I could get my ass fucked next. I really hoped so, because my boy pussy was shivering with desire.
In an effort to tamp down my arousal, I slid my right hand into the seat of my tighty whities and slipped my middle finger up my butt. I twisted it from side to side a few times, then I found my itchy prostate and gave it a quick strumming while I had a few moments of privacy. With my middle digit running back and forth in my hole, I lost myself in the pleasure and shut my eyes. The toes on both my feet curled and I felt the joint in my left foot crack as I continued to climb the ladder of anal ecstasy. My mind started to race, thinking about the stud I blew earlier. Then I thought about Riley and his brothers. I wanted to have sex with all three of them again. I wanted Riley to kiss me, and I wanted to ride his dick in the worst way. My head was awash in the aura of gay romance as I fantasized about Conner sliding his pole up my ass and giving it to me on my back while we kissed. Then I thought about Evan and realized I had to have his cock again. I didn't just want it – I needed it!
As thoughts of being studded by the trio of cuties carried me away, I moaned hotly and felt my rear end erupt with ecstasy. I gave my hips a naughty churn and dug in harder with my digit, bringing my hole off with an assertive finger fuck while the hair on the back of my neck stood up. With a final shiver, I aggressively pleasured my anus until my entire body was encased in the sweet, succulent heat of orgasmic flames.
When I knew I'd brought myself off anally, I removed my finger and brought it to my nose for a deep sniff. The musky aroma of my slutty boy pussy was powerful, and I couldn't resist the urge to take my finger in my mouth. Then I sucked it into my mouth and let the naughty flavor mingle with the remnants of the spunk I'd savored and swallowed earlier. The tasty infusion was heavenly in my mouth while the sizzle of anal satiation devoured every nerve ending in my body.
Before I left the bathroom, I washed my hands twice to make sure the stink of my hungry asshole wasn't lingering. Taking a look in the mirror, I saw that my hair was messy and I had sleep in my eyes. I tried fixing my hair, but it was no use. So with bedhead and a sleepy smile, I padded out to the kitchen and found Gary at the stove.
He looked incredible! He was standing there in a pair of gray sweatpants and a powder blue, tight fitting teeshirt that showed off the definition of his back and waistline. And even though his sweats were loose, his ass looked really hot from where I was standing. I leaned against the counter and admired the view for a few moments, then he turned my way and I blushed.
“Hey buddy,” he said cheerily when he spotted me. His smile took my breath away. “You're up early. I figured you'd sleep in today.”
“Yeah, I could smell sausage cooking and got up,” I said with a groggy voice, disregarding the horny tremble in my already serviced rear end. “Is mom up yet?”
“She's dead to the world right now,” he told me, and we shared a silly grin. Mom does not get up early. Even with breakfast on the stove, she won't be up until 9am at the earliest. Maybe later, depending on how late she was up the night before. I let out a long yawn and Gary asked, “You thirsty?”
“Yeah,” I said at the tail end of my yawn. “Can I have Ovaltine?”
“Coming right up,” he quipped, then he mixed me a cold glass of Ovaltine while I hopped up onto the counter and watched him make breakfast.
When he reached into the cupboard for the Ovaltine, his shirt tail lifted and I felt my ass shiver even harder. I felt a glob of precum ooze from the end of my hard little dick and swallowed hard. I looked down at the front of my undies and saw the tip poking through the crotch, and a noticeable wet patch against the white cotton where my leaking tip was resting. I tugged on the skirt of my shirt to try to cover my perpetual erection but it was too short.
When he brought me my glass, I took it from him with a smile and he used his thumbs to wipe the sleep from my eyes with a paternal look on his face. I couldn't help but gaze passively at him, especially when he lightly blew on my lashes to clear away an errant eye booger. Then he kissed me on the bridge of the nose and I felt my rear end tremble again.
With magic dancing around my face, I brought the glass to my mouth and took a sip. While I was taking a drink, he rubbed my bare legs and asked, “Aren't you cold, Casey?”
“Not really,” I said, wiping my chocolate milk mustache away from my lip. “Do you want me to go put some pants on?”
“If you're comfy, it's fine,” he said casually. “How many pancakes can you eat this morning?”
“Three please,” I chirped, and he gave me a warm smile. “Can I have peanut butter and syrup on mine?”
“Sure thing, champ,” he said while I took another drink and let my feet swing back and forth.
When he went back to the stove, I tried to distract myself by engaging him in conversation.
“What time are we leaving today?” I asked curiously, and almost immediately found myself back in a trance when he answered me.
“I figured we'd head out sometime between 11 and noon,” he said. “That way we can get to the bookstore before it closes. Have you thought anymore about what else you want to get?”
Crap.
“Kinda, but it's a little embarrassing,” I admitted. Then, for reasons I still can't explain, I blurted out, “I want a butt plug.”
“Oh yeah?” he said with a chuckle, and I couldn't tell if I'd crossed a line. When I blushed and looked away, he gave me a sympathetic smile and said, “That'll be fine, bud.”
“Thanks, Gary,” I said shyly. “I hope I didn't weird you out.”
Giving me a wink, he assured me, “Not at all, Casey. I want you to feel like you can come to me with anything, okay? I know you might not want to talk to your mom or dad about certain things, so I'm here for you. Nothing's off limits.”
“You mean it?” I asked insecurely, and he gave me a confident grin and a nod. With a feeling of relief washing over me, I smiled and said, “I might want to ask you about sex stuff sometimes.”
“Whenever you feel like it,” he reminded me, and I gave him a grateful smile as he spread butter and peanut butter on my pancakes.
Gary's pancakes are the best because he gets the peanut butter-to-syrup ratio right every time. When my mom or Gina make pancakes for me, they spread peanut butter on all of them, then pour syrup over the top of the stack. Gary butters each hotcake first, then spreads peanut butter on it. He pours a little bit of syrup on top of each one as he's building the stack, then he drops a tiny pad of butter on each one so it melts under the heat of the next hotcake. The result is a perfectly moist, gooey and peanut-buttery stack of pancakes that melt in my mouth.
Instead of going to the table, Gary brought both of our plates to the counter where I was sitting. Then he stood and ate with me while we caught up.
“Have you thought more about getting your driver's license?” he asked, and I shrugged through a mouthful of food. “If you feel like it, you can drive us out to Waverly today.”
“Do I have to?” I asked nervously. “Miss Gina's been letting me drive in an empty parking lot, but I'm not ready to drive on the road yet. Especially with mom in the car.”
“It's up to you, buddy,” he said with an easy tone. “I'll keep mom off your case if that's what you're worried about.
With that, we shared another grin and I relaxed.
Driving with my mom is almost as bad as driving with my dad. They both panic and micro-manage everything I do, and it makes me jittery. Gary and Gina have a calmer, more easygoing approach to teaching me stuff, whether it's driving or cooking at the stove. Mom and dad make a federal case out of every mistake I make while I'm doing something they think is dangerous, so I've learned not to try when I'm with them.
“Do you think we can practice in a parking lot?” I asked hopefully, then I took a bite and chewed it up. When my bite was down, I added “Maybe just the two of us?”
“I don't see why not,” he said, then he ruffled my messy hair and my ass shivered again. “I'll tell you what – take a quick shower after breakfast and when mom wakes up, we'll find an empty shopping center so you can practice.”
“Thanks,” I said shyly. “I love you, Gary.”
“I love you too, kiddo,” he said, then he moved in for a hug that sent a sudden torrent of nuclear-hot shivers through my boy pussy.
It came on so quickly that I couldn't reverse course.
His touch brought me to the brink of a carnal explosion while I was wrapped in his embrace. As I soaked up his body heat, my asshole experienced a set of rhythmic contractions on its own while more precum oozed from the end of my erection. I shut my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder, tightening my arms around his big frame as I scaled the summit of anal rapture. He rubbed my back and I felt a hot flourish in my groin that spread through my midsection while the aroma of my moistening asshole filled the air.
By the time it dawned on me that I was in the grip of a full-scale anal eruption, it was too late to reverse course. So right there, in the arms of my stepdad, I let the orgasmic cycle run its course while I held onto him for dear life. My vision was blurring while waves of heat washed over my flushing face with relentless force. I felt my core shimmy and it was all I could do to suppress a moan. Almost as if he could tell what was happening to me, he cupped the back of my head and ran his fingertips through my messy hair while he gently rocked my frame.
When my body started to relax, he quietly asked, “You okay, buddy?”
That's when I realized the totality of what I'd done. From my spot on the counter, I had my arms wrapped tight around his firm torso and my face was buried in his neck. Without realizing it, I'd wound my legs around his waist. Even worse, my back was arched so deeply that my hips were jutted. Even from my seated position, my underwear-clad bubble butt was prominently presented for use. And even worse, my bottom-sized boner was dancing in the crotch of my undies.
I slowly nodded my answer, feeling the smoldering afterglow of my ultimate ecstasy radiate from my body. With my face still buried in his neck, I ashamedly said, “I'm sorry, Gary.”
“Don't be sorry,” he urged me, still rocking me back and forth. “I'm not sweating it.”
“I didn't mean for that to happen,” I pleaded, and he gently shushed me.
“I know that, Casey,” he said. “You've got a lot on your mind, don't you?”
I nodded on his shoulder.
“Sometimes I can't help how it feels,” I admitted, and he slipped his hand up the back of my shirt to rub the skin on my back.
“How what feels?” he asked softly, and I responded by shifting my hips to the right so my right buttcheek raised from the countertop.
With a passive inflection in my voice, I told him, “That's why I'm gay.”
“Because of your rear end?” he asked, and I nodded. “Not because you're into guys?”
“That too,” I said shyly. “But it's what I need to do with guys that makes me the kind of gay guy I am. Are you mad at me for what happened?”
“Nah,” he said, then he planted a kiss on the side of my head. Then in an easy tone he reminded me. “You couldn't help it.”
Then I thought about my mother and felt my stomach drop. With panic in my voice, I asked, “Are you gonna tell mom?”
“I don't see why she needs to know about this,” he reasoned, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Nuzzling my face into his shoulder, I said, “Thanks. I love you, Gary.”
“I love you too, sweet boy,” he said, still holding me close while I smarted from my spontaneous and embarrassing orgasm. “We still gonna practice driving today?”
I unwound my legs and picked my head up so I could smile at him and nod. He smiled back and playfully nudged my shoulder, then we went back to our breakfast as if nothing had happened.
