Before mom picked me up for the weekend, I used the time I had with dad to be his shadow. After the time we spent in bed, I wanted to be close to him and not leave his side. So after we showered, I let myself be a little needier than usual. I stood still with a pout while he dried me off. Then I made him pick out an outfit for me to wear. Then I whined that I needed him to pack my clothes. After my clothes were packed, I clung to him on the sofa with a possessive grip. I even grumbled when he got up so he could take a leak.
I know I was being a brat, but I couldn't help it.
I visit my mom every other weekend, just like I did when I was little. And since it was her weekend, I dutifully got in the car when she pulled up at the lot. I know I'm over 18, but we've always done it this way and I don't want to break mom's heart by stopping the visits. She loves to remind me that I'm still her baby, and if I'm honest, I like it that way. But I prefer to live with dad and Gina.
It's not that I don't like my mom – I love her to death! And I love my stepdad Gary, too. They both spoil me rotten. But the thought of being away from dad for the weekend was weighing on me. It pained me to be away from dad for two days.
As it grew closer to the time, he sat with me on the couch and gave me a pep talk.
“I'll miss you, buddy,” he assured me. “But you need to see your mom, too. When you get home, I promise we'll spend some special time alone. Okay?”
“Okay,” I sighed in a small voice, then I melted into his embrace and let him hold me until mom pulled up. “Dad?”
“Yeah peanut?”
“I'll probably come out this weekend,” I said with a timid inflection, prompting dad to kiss me on the cheek. “Can I call you if they don't take it well?”
“Of course you can, babe,” he promised. Then he tightened his hold on me and said, “Your mom and Gary love you, son. They'll take the news just fine.”
“They will?” I asked insecurely, and he gave me a confident nod. “I wish they already knew.”
“You know, it wasn't much of a secret to me or Gina,” he reminded me, and I gave him a warm smile. “I have a feeling they're already onto you, babe. Just open up about it and you'll feel so much better.”
“Thanks dad,” I said, curling my legs and nuzzling my head against his shoulder. “Sorry I'm being such a pussy.”
“Don't be sorry, son,” dad encouraged me. “I wouldn't want you any other way.”
With that, I picked my head up from his shoulder and we shared a smile. His smile was comforting and filled with paternal affection. Mine was passive and filled with devotion to him as his semen slowly seeped through my satisfied anal lips and trickled into the seat of my undies.
A few minutes later, I got a text from my mom that she was pulling into the park. Dad kissed me on the lips and we stood up for one final hug, then he carried my backpack out to the car for me. Mom's face lit up when she saw me and she got out of the car to greet me with a hug and kiss.
“I missed you, sweetie,” she said, then she planted kisses all over my cheek while I scrunched my nose.
“I missed you too, mom,” I told her, then we released our hug and dad handed me my backpack. I got in the car and watched from the passenger seat while they talked. Instead of paying too much attention, I busied myself with my phone until she got in.
As we pulled out of the trailer park, she spoke up.
“Dad said you might want to talk about something with me,” she mentioned, and I nodded. “Is it something important?”
“Yeah, it's pretty important,” I remarked. “It's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while.”
“Oh yeah?” she said with a warm smile. “How long have you been waiting?”
“Probably like 7 or 8 years,” I said, and she gave me a knowing look. “I feel like you already know, but I haven't said anything before.”
“Do you want to talk about it now, or would you rather wait until we get home?” she asked, and I gulped.
“I was kinda hoping to tell you alone, and then tell Gary,” I started, taking a deep breath. “But I don't know how you'll feel about it. I've never heard you say anything about it before.”
“About what, hun?” she asked, and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me.
I swallowed hard, then in a small voice, I said, “About gay guys. I didn't know if you hated them or not.”
“Hold my hand, Casey,” she said, and I gave her a smile as I reached out to let her take my left hand. “I don't want you to worry about that with me. Or with Gary. You understand?”
“Would you be pissed if I came out to everyone in the family?” I asked her timidly, and she responded by kissing the back of my hand.
“No, hun,” she assured me. “If anyone gives you shit about it, I want to know.”
“Thanks mom,” I sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you too, hun,” she said. “How did dad and Gina take it?”
“Really good,” I reported, and she gave me an approving smile.
“Are you seeing anyone?” she asked, and this time I blushed deeply before shrugging.
“Kinda, but not exclusively,” I said coyly.
“So no boyfriends yet?” she guessed, and I shook my head no. “Have you been on any dates?”
“There's a few guys I see all the time, but we're not dating or anything,” I revealed, and I could tell she knew what I meant.
“I reckon your dad would want to put his stamp of approval on anyone wanting to date you,” she surmised, and we shared a knowing smile. “How does he feel about you juggling guys?”
“He hasn't said anything about it,” I told her. “But he knows I see different guys. I usually see a few different guys every day.”
With that, she gave my hand a firm squeeze and said “My little Casanova” with a proud inflection in her tone.
When we pulled into the apartment complex where she lives, we rode past a trio of shirtless guys and I felt my asshole shiver with desire. They were really hot! They all looked like they were around my age, maybe a little older. The cutest guy in the pack was carrying a basketball and grinning as he talked to the hottie walking beside him. Mom saw me ogling them and gave my hand another squeeze, snapping me out of my spell.
“Sorry,” I said through a furious blush.
“Don't be sorry, hun,” she urged me as we pulled into her parking space. “You gonna go over and introduce yourself?”
With my cheeks burning, I told her, “I don't meet guys that way.”
“Oh no?” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “When I was your age, that was how we did it. There was no internet and no dating apps. I'd have been all over those guys.”
I scrunched my nose and said, “Yuck.”
We shared a silly smile and she gave my hand another squeeze while I inwardly cringed at the thought of my mom hooking up.
“Well, I can introduce you if you'd like,” she offered, but again, I hastily shook my head no. “I'm sure they'd love to get to know you, son.”
“Maybe some other time,” I said, feeling a little panicked at the thought of mom trying to play match-maker for me.
Before we got out of the car, mom sat and talked with me about coming out to Gary.
“I don't want you to worry about a thing,” she said. “Gary loves you to the moon and back, and I know he'd do anything to make you happy.”
“I love him, too,” I told her. “I'll probably talk to him tonight.”
“Do you want to do it in private?” she asked, and I hastily shook my head no. “That's fine, babe.”
“Thanks mama,” I said quietly, feeling my stomach swirl with nervous butterflies as I thought about the prospect of coming out to my stepdad.
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I had my hands in my front pockets as I stealthily made my way behind the shopping center and over to the dumpsters. My tight jeans were hugging my legs and crotch, framing the outline of my erection as I hurried to meet my conquest. My ass was almost bursting through the seat as I walked along the back of the building, disregarding the sounds of delivery trucks and backup alarms that were ringing in my ear.
I was so horny that I could feel it in every inch of my body. My crotch was on fire, from the top of my pubic bone to the tip of my tailbone. My bottom sized boner was standing at full attention and dripping with precum that was soaking the pouch of my tighty whities. In the seat of my underwear, my 19 year old butthole was moist and briny, shivering with need as it throbbed in the crevice that divides my plump buns.
I dipped behind the dumpsters and sighed with relief when I spotted my hookup waiting for me. He bit his lower lip when he set his eyes on me, then he reached down and adjusted the healthy bulge in his crotch. With a moan, I hastily unbuttoned my pants, then I hooked the waistband and pulled them off in tandem with my undies.
Now nude from the waist down, I turned to face away from my no-tell lover so I could present my urgently aroused rear end for fucking. I placed my hands against the dumpster and parted my feet as far as my puddled up jeans would allow, then I jutted my hips. I felt the warmth of his body heat against my thighs and buttocks, then he gripped my hips and the head of his cock crudely pressed against my already lubed up asshole.
His breath poured into my ear as he exhaled, then he pushed forward and the sweet, scintillating sensation of rectal penetration poured down my legs. His shaft slid all the way up my butt and I responded by shutting my eyes and hissing, “Yes.”
My lover kissed my right ear, then he began thrusting with a fast but delicious cadence that made my toes curl in my shoes. The evening breeze made my shirt tail flutter as my undersized boner drooled with precum that was suspended from the end, almost touching the concrete below me as I was treated to thrust after deep, decadent thrust.
As the luscious cock strokes worked their magic in my ass, he exhaled sharply and I knew he was about to cum. Not wanting him to pull out, I reached back and grabbed his hip with my right hand, pulling him tighter against me to send the message that I wanted his load. He hissed in my ear and whispered, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” was all I said in reply, then I felt my core shimmy as he sped up his thrusting.
His pelvis was glancing off of my ass cheeks at a blinding fast rate, over and over again while my body roared with pleasure. Then in an instant, he shoved his dick all the way up my ass and froze. I felt it jerking and flexing against the walls of my eager fuck hole, making my taint bulge with every contraction between us while he unloaded his sweet cream for my enjoyment. I heard him drawing in air through clenched teeth as his cock heaved his load into me, so I turned my head and our lips met. With my head still spinning, his tongue entered my mouth and I moaned passively while his cock finished its orgasmic cycle in my ass.
He broke our kiss and pulled out of me, then he stepped back to give me the room to kneel in front of him and suck him clean. The flavors of anal sex were rich in my mouth, and I was in heaven as they danced on my palate. Finally, he took his dick away and buttoned up while I licked my lips and smiled up at him from my knees.
“Same time tomorrow?” he offered, tightening his belt buckle while I nodded with a dreamy sigh.
With that, I pulled my pants and undies up over my satisfied bubble butt, then I crossed the street and hurried back to the apartment complex, excited to greet my stepdad when he got home from work.
