This is a work of fiction.

When I was 19 my mother remarried, I didn’t think much of him at first, 43 years old and greying, you know the type of man. It took me until I was 25 and he 49 for me to finally realise something.

I was in lust with him.

He kept himself fit, exercising at least two hours a day whenever he had the time, I caught a glimpse of him naked once when he was changing and I passed by without realising, I saw his body. For his age, he was hot. I couldn’t deny it and I knew I wanted it.

I had dreams of being on my knees in front of him, licking his shaft and taking that uncut cock into my mouth, I would imagine him whenever I wanked, wanting him so badly almost drove me insane! But I couldn’t help it and I didn’t care, the lust I had had taken over and it was going to do whatever it wanted to do.

My chance came when I stumbled upon something in their room, I was looking for a shirt I thought maybe had been mixed in with the laundry and accidentally put in with his things, but inside his wardrobe, behind some boxes I found them, porn.. Now, I had assumed that my stepfather was a hetero, but these photos cast a little doubt on that. Men, around my own age, in positions.. Nude, taking cocks and load after load of thick cum. I knew from that moment what I would do, I’d confront him with what I’d found, I’d show him he didn’t need these photos because I was more than willing, oh, so much more than willing! I wanted him so badly, my cock twitched at the thought of him, I wanted his scent on me, his sticky, hot cum inside me. I was entirely obsessed with him.

It took about a week after I found the photos, I needed to build up my nerve, but I did and eventually I had my moment with him, my mother was out and I caught him in the kitchen, slamming down a photo, a man taking a big cock in his hole, asking about where it came from, what he was doing with it.. Of course, he denied it all, told me it was some kind of mistake. I just smiled and told him not to worry, he wasn’t the only man in this house who liked those kinds of things, he wasn’t the only man here who had a racing heart and a burning desire. I told him I wouldn’t say a word, not to anyone.. But he had to let me do something first, he had to let me suck his cock. Just once, just one taste.

He stammered and stuttered, taking a moment to consider things, knowing I had the proof of his secret lustings and how I could ruin his macho, hetero image.. He agreed, my heart skipped a beat.