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My phone rang.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hey, baby. We’ll be home in 10 minutes. I’ll call you when we’re downstairs and we’ll drive you back.”

“Okay, great. See you soon.”

It was 10 p.m. and I was dying to get home. The entire day passed me by and I was eager to get home to my dog, my couch, and some Youtube binging. I was bored out of my mind, waiting for the phone to ring, watching Friends for the millionth time as my grandmother slept on the couch next to me.

My name is Jack. I’m 26 years old, living in NYC, spending the night watching my grandmother on a Saturday night while my parents went out to a party.

I mean, I don’t mind. I don’t visit my grandmother as much as I should and I felt pretty lousy about that, so when my mother asked if I could keep her company while she and my stepfather attended a holiday party, I quickly agreed. Besides, my grandmother is a hilarious human being and I missed hearing stories of her young days.

I’d arrived at my parent’s apartment just before they left for the party. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen them, so catching them before they left was a treat.

My stepfather looked stunning!

I couldn’t help but study him from head to toe. He is by no means the man he once was, but still a knockout. A life of stress, work, and unhealthy diet was starting to show, but I always remember the handsome young man from my childhood and that man always shines through. Only 16 years older than I am, my step dad is 42 and still has some of his young muscular frame beneath his aged appearance. His large, strong chest and shoulders were hugged tightly by the red button-down shirt. His slacks showed off his butt really well and his cologne was intoxicating. The smell drove me wild. As much as I tried to hold myself together, I couldn’t help but say…

“Hey! Wow, you look handsome!”

… which would be fine if my eyes and voice weren’t filled with an almost nervous lust. He was hot. In my eyes, anyway, and I guess that all came into play when I was really young. When I started to discover my sexuality, I found a few porno tapes that my stepdad was hiding. Looking back, I always thought the men were so sexy in those tapes. I was gay from day 1. What messed me up was the hidden recording in one of those tapes.

I can’t tell you which tape it was, or what the name of the film had been after all of these years, but right in the middle of one of his videos, there was a home recording of my stepfather taking a shower with the curtain open, water running down his young, bodybuilder shaped body, as he lathered himself from head to toe in the most erotic display I had ever seen up until that point. His cock was huge, fully erect and I remember how he stroked it nice and slow, teasing the camera, pleasure written all over his face. His seduction came through perfectly and it was no wonder that I went back to that tape every now and then when I was alone in the apartment.

I don’t know if he knew how I felt about him after all of these years, but he smiled and said, “Thanks, Jack, and thank you for coming. We really appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal. I’m happy to do it! You guys really need to have fun tonight!”

He fixed up his jacket, and picked up his keys.

“I know! I’ve been really stressed out! To be honest, I need to blow some steam.”

… that made me hot! I’d help him if he asked…

… but that would never happen…

… he’s the straightest guy that has ever been born…

He hugged me before walking out of the door.

“I’ll see you later! Take care of your grandmother.”

“Have a good time.”

My mom, who had been in the bathroom during this exchange, appeared with her coat in hand and followed after him.

“When we’re back, we’ll give you a call and drive you back home. See you soon!”

The rest of the night was spent sharing stories with my grandmother, eating take out, and watching Youtube videos. After about five hours, I was ready to leave and that’s when my phone rang.

The front door to the apartment opened and my mom walked in.

“Jack, your father is downstairs waiting for you in the car. Don’t keep him waiting. He’s a bit annoyed.”

“Did something happen?” I asked.

“Ummm… not really. I think he was expecting more out of the night. He’s just crabby. He’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see what’s up. Have a good night!”

I grabbed my stuff and headed down.

I got in the car and surveyed my stepdad, still handsome, but definitely annoyed.

“Hey. Are you okay? Something wrong?”

“I’m okay,” he said, obviously not okay, but his tone of voice set a tone. I should definitely not push it.

The ride home was quiet despite my attempts to make light conversation. I tried a couple of times to fish for reasons why he might be upset, but he never gave a hint as to what was going on. He didn’t take his eyes off the road and had a look of discontent that seemed, if anything, childish. It was a quick drive… only 10 minutes, or so, but it felt longer with the silence.

When we arrived outside of my apartment, I decided to try one more time before getting out of the car.

“Hey. Are you sure you’re okay? This entire time you’ve been so, like, annoyed or something. Did anything happen at the party?”

His expression softened and he turned to look at me. A hint of a smile appeared on his face.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. Don’t you worry about it, Jack.”

I reached over and grabbed his hand to convey support in what I was about to say next. He looked down at our touching hands, perhaps surprised at the sign of affection, and then into my eyes.

“Dad… you can tell me anything. Think of me as your friend, and your confident. Whatever is going on, whatever is happening, I want you to feel like you can talk to me about it. Feel comfortable enough to really express yourself, completely. Trust me.”

I let go of his hand.

He closed his eyes tightly and rubbed them, then groaned a little bit.

“I feel a little strange.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked as though he were just waking up from a long nap… tired, groggy, and maybe a little confused. Did he drink at this party? I never knew my stepfather to be one to drink and drive.

“I don’t know… all of a sudden I felt a little dazed. Were you just saying something to me?”

Great. A moment of compassion and he totally missed it. That’s definitely him and a big part of why we were never closer when I was younger.

“Ummm… yeah. I was just saying how you can tell me anything. You look a little tired,” I said. “Are you okay?”

As quickly as that tired expression came on, it was gone, and he was just as aware and awake as he was when I met him at the apartment.

He looked at me with the most frustrated look I’ve ever seen on him. “Buddy, I’m so horny!”

I had no idea how to respond. “Umm… what??”

“Your mom and I haven’t had sex in months and I am so… fucking… horned up!”

He was almost yelling. His hands were back on his face and he was tapping his foot in an anxious ridden way. The frustration was clear.

“I thought tonight would be the night but I struck out again! You have no idea how fucking badly I need to get off!!!”

He sighed loudly and sat back into his seat.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched… since…”

I wasn’t ready for what happened next, already shocked from his confession. I watched as my stepfather closed his eyes and leaned back into this chair. His right hand went from his face to his crotch and he started to massage his huge, growing bulge. He did it slowly and sensually, and there was no mistake he was making himself feel good. His slacks did not hide his growing dick at all. It slowly crawled up his leg, getting longer and fatter, as he jerked it slowly over his pants. The growing silhouette of my dad’s dick at that moment was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

I couldn’t believe what I was watching.

He moaned a small, pleading moan and bit his lip just a bit. His free hand went up to his left nipple and for about 10 seconds, my stepfather teased himself right in front of me. He slowly massaged his dick over his pants, playing with the amazing, almost obscene, mushroom shaped head. It took everything in me not to touch him.

“Umm…”

He opened his eyes and quickly stopped what he was doing. A small laugh escaped him and he said, “Sorry, Jack. I got a little carried away.” He took a deep breath and did his best to relax himself as best as he can. “I just feel so comfortable around you and I didn’t even think about it. It’s okay though, right? I mean I feel like I can totally let go and just act comfortable and be myself around you. That’s why I love you, son.”

I had a boner that I was hiding with my backpack, and sat there in shock, not knowing what to say, or what to do. I had fantasized about that scene hundreds of times but watching happen in front of me was too much to process.

“Jack! Jack, are you okay?”

That caused me to snap out of my stupor. “Uh, yeah. I’m okay.”

He relaxed and took a deep breath. “Well, look. You’re my friend,” said my stepfather. “What do you think I should do?”

What the fuck was going on? Was he really asking me for sex advice? I said the first thing that came to my overactive, over fucked up mind. “Dad… just jack off in the shower.”

“I can’t do that again…”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m tired of jacking off!” He sighed deeply. “Son, I need a blowjob… more exact, I need to have sex… jacking off is just not going to cut it anymore. I’m seriously about to go crazy!”

Hearing my stepfather tell me that he needed a blowjob got me instantly hard all over again. I still couldn’t understand what was happening… why was he being so forward about all of this?

“Look… sometimes, when I’m really horny, and can’t find a date,” I unbelievably explained to him, “I sit in a hot tub and give myself a long jerk off session. Try that… I’m sure it’ll help at least a bit.”

He didn’t seem to be satisfied with that advice, but agreed. “All right… I trust you. I’ll give that a shot. Thanks, Jack. I’m really glad I have someone I feel really comfortable with where I can truly express myself. I feel like I can really tell you anything and that means a lot to me. You’re a good friend, son.”

He reached over to hug me. It was a long hug and it felt like the hug you give your closest pal after they help you resolve a major issue. While in the hug, I said, “You’re welcome, dad. I’m here for you. You can always come to me if you need to talk about something. Let me know when you get home.”

We came out of the hug and I picked up my stuff from the car floor.

“Oh, man…” he said with a tired voice.

I turned to look at my stepfather before stepping out of the car. “You look tired, man. You okay?”

He had that same fuzzy, post long nap expression. “Yeah… I feel strange again… What were you saying, son?”

I waited a minute just to make sure he was okay. As quickly as it came on, it disappeared, like before. He looked completely refreshed. “Give me a call when you get home, dad.”

He smiled and waved good bye. “Okay, take care, son. Have a good night.”

“Good night, dad.” I got out of the car and went upstairs.

What the heck just happened? I couldn’t understand. I had no idea how that exchange came into play. One second he was a closed book and the next he we pleasuring himself right in front of me, saying he felt comfortable enough to express…

I realized those are the things I said when I grabbed his hand to be supportive. Did he really take all of those things to heart so quickly? So deeply? So true to himself?

It was a complete shift. It was as if he took those words to be his truth… but that couldn’t be it. Suggestive mind control was always a fantasy of mine, but no way that’s what happened.

Then, it all started replaying in my thoughts: the way he got himself all worked up, his growing cock completely visible through his slacks, the moans he was making as he tugged and massaged his cock head. Fuck… I was hard, horny, and needed to jerk off.

I went into my bedroom, pulled out my 7 inch cock, and jerked off to the memory of my stepfather in the car. The idea of suggestive mind control took over my fantasy and I started to come up with idea after idea of what I would do if I could implant things in his mind. It wasn’t long before I exploded, covering my stomach and chest with cum.

There was the sound of an iPhone ding.

Dad: Hey, Jack. Just made it home. Thanks for the advice. I used the towel near my bed to clean up before getting to my phone. A message from my dad… ugh, and right after that fantasy.

Me: Hey. Thanks for letting me know.

Dad: Of course. Just felt like I should. Have a good night.

I hit the home button to close the phone.

He just felt like he should? I mean, I did ask him to let me know…

Whatever…

I decided to put that entire scenario behind me and jumped in to the shower.


Later that night, my phone went off again.

Dad: Hey, pal. Your advice was great. Took a long bath and gave myself the longest jack off session I ever had. Luckily, everyone was asleep, so no one disturbed me. I came so hard. Not the blowjob I need, but I do feel better. Thanks, bud. Talk to you soon. Love ya.

I couldn’t believe it. What??? My thoughts were immediately flooded with images of my stepfather jacking his huge dick, and I went at it again for the second time that night.


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