the following is a true story of an event from my own experience. the general and the detail content is as accurate as was possible from my vivid memory. the conversational aspects are also close to fully accurate. as is alluded to: truth can be more powerful than fiction. this is just one of several such events that happened to me. i was thirteen years old.
i was awake when my step-father came home from his job as a card dealer. it was late at night and my mom had left only thirty minutes before to replace him. he bade me a tired ‘hello’ as he passed by my room to their own. i heard him pass again and enter the bathroom. with running water filling the tub, he groaned and coughed as the soft sounds of his clothes drooped to the floor. he was taking a bath.
for a couple of years now, i’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of my step-father nude. he was six foot four inches of hard, worked out muscle. he was no body builder but took care of himself with real physical work. both his hair and eyes were full and dark with skin a nice olive tone. he also packed his tightie whities, which he wore around the house when my mom wasn’t home, very very well. sometimes i would just stay around watching his crotch as he lay on the couch. all of his briefs seemed to be old and worn in that erotic way where the pouch had molded into the shape of his genitals and patches of fabric were almost transparent over the most sexy parts. i was mesmerized when he would make long absent-mindedly scratches to his huge balls and prevalent semi-erection through the thin, worn fabric.
small human noises mixed with splashing water. a cough or two and distinct sighs of pleasure punctuated the air. after some time, the sounds of pleasure became louder and more rythmic. in only a few minutes, my mind suddenly recognized the pattern and significance of what i heard. i told myself that i was hearing something else. i told myself that there was no way i was interpreting these sounds correctly. but my body told me otherwise as the heat from my crotch started to spread and blood roared into my cock. it took only a few more moments for my cock to pump out the first of my constantly produced precum. i inhaled sharply with the rush of it all. the demand from my cock was nearly overwhelming as my ears keenly funneled my step-father’s sexual sounds down into my organ. a small wet spot was spreading in my pajamas before my engorged cock thrust out through the fly. with the abandone of youth, i gripped my cock and rapidly jacked off.
my cock on fire, i found myself driven to catch my step-father jaking off. i sneaked down the short distance to the bathroom door, my precum drooling in silver threads coating my legs and the carpet below. my heart beat in my throat, pounded in my temples, the sweet ache of fear and yearning filling my body.
for a few moments, i watched my step-father masturbate what turned out to be a huge erection. his cock was much more than i imagined- long, fat and purple with straining veins. his plump balls in his sagging sack gently splashed the water as his hand pistoned up and down. i lost control very quickly and spurted my semen, splattering loudly onto the sink countertop just inside the door across from me. the moans that escaped from me unintentionally added to my semen’s spattering sounds and caught my step-father’s attention, drawing him out of his own sexual revery.
“get in here, djinn...” he said, the water sloshing as he sat up in the tub. his voice was authoritative but not angry.
my post-orgasmic “sanity” had returned. i quaked as the totality of the situation hit me. stuffing my still oozing cock into my pajamas, i panicked as my flow continued and a growing stain spread. there was no way i could fake innocence. the compulsary obedience developed in me to the words of my step-father dragged my body into the bathroom. standing before him, i knew that he could see my semen stained crotch.
a sly smile traced my step-father’s face as he glanced at my crotch and the fresh pool of glossy, white semen on the black granite countertop. his hand rested on his bulging cock. i took furtive glances at it, my own cock continuing to flow. “come over here, djinn” he commanded.
wordlessly, i moved toward the tub, as he began masturbating again. he took long strokes and moaned loudly as i approached. my eyes were riveted and my cock throbbed itself hard again. at thirteen, my cock was already pretty big so my inflating tent was more than obvious. i could not help myself even though i was terrified at this point. i wanted out of there so badly, i almost threw up. i wanted to cry.
he reached out with his right hand replacing it with his left on his cock. fisting himself, he groped my growing cock through my pajamas, his hand wet and greedy. i groaned despite my fear and he squeezed more firmly. “get in the tub,” he rasped, his voice heavy with sex.
i obeyed him, my mind so petrified that i climbed in without taking off my pajamas. standing knee deep in the water facing my sitting step-father, my mind blurred in fearful desire and anticipation. the minutes stretched to many times there actual length of time. he smiled as he gently stroked my legs through my wet pajamas, the innocence of my actions obviously turning him on. his hands rose to my crotch and he stimulated my pulsing cock through the material. immediately, i wanted to cum but somehow he sensed that and he stopped.
he lifted himself up out of the water, all six feet four of him- his enormous erection thrusting hungrily out toward me. our height difference brought his flaring, purple cock almost to the level of my mouth. he was very aware of this convenience and jammed his hips forward groaned out “suck my cock, djinn.”
at first i hesitated, not because i did not understand what he had said but because i had understood his command. for a few years now, i had innocently and ignorantly fantasized about doing just this act, ofttimes to this very man. but this was nothing like what i’d masturbated about. this was the real thing and i was quickly losing the innocent blur of fantasy to the raw, literally naked power of reality. i felt my stomach lurch. my head seemed several times too large and i could not avoid the ever increasing needs of my cock. my body was ablaze and i could do nothing but give in to it.
slowly, his cock pressed past my full lips. my young mouth was moist and warm. he pushed further and reached my throat. more than half of his cock still remained outside of my mouth. “curl your lips over your teeth,” he said. stopping momentarily, he massaged my throat with his fingers as he pulled out to the corona of his glans and again glided his spit covered cock to my throat. “good, that’s it,” his voice juicy with lust. he repeated this set of actions repeatedly- slowly increasing his speed- all the while massaging my throat.
moaning with a husky voice, he told me to relax my throat as if i were going to swallow a pill. i had some idea of what he meant to do and tried my best to open up. with strained patience, my step-father pushed past the first ring of my throat. i gagged. “relax, djinn, relax. just let it in. swallow it.” i attempted to obey and gagged a few more times, tears spilling from my eyes. after a minute or two, through some mysterious governance, the idea clicked and my throat eased up as if practiced for years. later my step-father would tell me, as it turned out-prophetically, that i was built for sex and that many, many men were going to want to use me. he would not be the last to say this.
my step-father felt the difference right away as his pulsing cock shoved past my throat’s entrance and into my tight, endless esophogus. “god! oh, god! yeah, that’s it!” he moaned fucking into my masturbating throat. he grunted, “damn... suck me, boy...” his hands gripped both sides of my head forcing me to bob on his driving cock.
over and over again he pumped my throat, his breathing ragged and forced. the avid plunging rocked my whole body. his right hand slipped from my head, his left shifting to the back of it. his free hand groped my pajamas until he found my turgid cock. he ripped open my pajamas and gripped me. without hesitation, he started to masturbate me. his skilled hand milked me, bringing us into rhythm. i started to confuse my sucking with his jacking- as if i were both sucking my own cock and jacking it off. we became one rutting animal. my own breathing moaned and hummed on his cock, furthering his pleasure. the minutes stretched further as my orgasm approached.
“oh, oh, ohhh...” he gasped. his cock rammed into my throat, the head of his cock swelling, impossibly, even more. his weighty balls had ascended to hug the root of his cock. in the back of my mind, i knew he was close to spewing and the realization of this excited me past my ability to control myself. my step-father seemed to understand what was about to happen which increased his thrusting.
i moaned very loudly around his lunging cock, my own cock spurting a huge gobbet of precum, a sign that, to this day, preceeds my imminent ejaculation. “oh, yeah, boy, shoot it off!” he exclaimed. and with a few more jacks of his tight fist, i started to ejaculate.
the first spurt slattered out in a gush onto my step-father’s legs and cock. i tasted my own sperm as he worked himself into my mouth. again, i shot hard with more of my milk coating his balls and cock root. the third shot was as strong as the first two and hit the wall between his legs. four, five, six times i ejected, my ejaculate like exploding lava from a super volcano. my sperm squirted thru the air, seemingly covering everything. i came again and again- seven, eight, nine times- my orgasm expanding far beyond any i’d had before. from that day, to now, my orgasms are very long and subsequent semenal releases are very heavy.
as i ejaculated and he watched, my step-father barked out loud moans and grunts and finally, words- “oh, my fucking god, i’m gonna’ fucking cum!” his eyes were wide and bulging, mouth open and slavering as he stared at my spurting in unmistakable lust. he screamed out once more-”fuck! i’m cumming!” he rammed his cock as far as he could down my throat inducing a gag from me but i instinctively started to swallow, coaxing his cock to ejaculate.
“god, yeah, suck it all up, boy!” he shot his first massive squirt directly into my stomach. over and over he spermed into my throat and mouth, eventually filling my mouth until it flowed out in heavy blobs covering my own cock that still throbbed in small ejaculations. “swallow it!” he urged and i did, gout after gout of his salty, creamy semen.
his legs apparently weak, he popped his flowing cock out of my mouth and sat down in the tub. he pulled me down into the water, my pajamas soaking up the warm suds and the floating sperm. “wash you up and get you to bed. and nothing said to your mother, understand? this is just us, okay? you got it?”
i hadn’t uttered a word since the sex had begun. my throat had never performed such a stressful act. my mind still ran with fear and shame. i wanted to close myself away and yet a majority of me cried out to be loved- and sexed- by this man. “i got it..,” i croaked, my eyes averted from his and locked onto his semi-erection. i watched, fascinated, as a large pearl of his cum oozed with glacial slowness out of his slit and down the glans of his throbbing cock. “i won’t tell...” i furthered. and i knew i never would.
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