My Filthy Future Stepdad (M/b, interr, oral, anal, ws, mild scat) by Coproman
I am only pretending to be asleep. Just like the last time, and the time before that. It's because I know how much he likes the idea of "waking me up" by rubbing it in my face. Sure enough, minutes later, I hear my bedroom door open then close again. Very quietly. Even though I can't see or hear him, I can feel him in the room. He is naked and staring at me in the dark, and the longer he stares, the faster my heart beats. Finally I hear the wooden floor creak as he walks to the head of my bed, leans over, and sticks his big black cock right in my face.
The odor of pussy on it is strong tonight, which means he just fucked my mom, probably right before he came in here. And I'm pretty sure that, as usual, he just went through the motions with her, stroking and edging and pretending to cum but making sure not to really blow his wad. Then they turned away from each other and fell asleep, or at least she did. He only pretended, just like I'm doing now, and when he was sure she was out like a light, he snuck out of her room and into mine.
"Wake up, boy," he whispers, rubbing the head of his cock across my nose, smearing precum and pussy juice all over it. "I have a present for you."
"Nnnnnnnn!" I pretend to complain, frowning and turning away from him. But really--and I know this must sound sick--the smell of my mom's pussy on his cock turns me on, and I can feel my own cock getting hard.
"Come on, boy," he says, more insistently. "Don't you want your present?"
Pretending to be groggy, I turn my head back to him and open my eyes, but just barely, as if I hardly have the energy to open them at all. When I see his cock in my face, I lift my head and slip the glans between my lips without saying a word.
"Shit!" he says, moaning and grabbing my head. "Yeah, boy, suck that dick!"
Immediately he starts pumping his hips, fucking my mouth. The idea that he's now doing to my mouth what he just finished doing to my mom's pussy turns me on even more, and I delight in the feel of his cock growing in my mouth as mine continues to grow in my pjs. When he first started coming in here, he never even made it to my ass. He just kept going in my mouth until he filled it with his slimy, disgusting sperm, which I always wanted to spit out but which I always ended up swallowing simply because he told me to. Now he fucks my mouth only long enough for my spit to lubricate his cock and get his precum flowing, after which he pulls out.
As soon as he does, I turn away from him and pull the covers over my head, like I'm ashamed of what I just did. He responds by snatching the covers off me, flipping me onto my stomach, and yanking my pjs down. I bury my face in my pillow and wait. My butt is now fully exposed. It's so pale that even the dim glow of my nightlight is enough to make it visible, and I can feel him staring at it.
Not long after we met, before he even started doing anything to me, he told me I had a "juicy booty" just like my mom. I thought that was a weird thing for a guy to say to his girlfriend's ten-year-old son, but I just shrugged it off as him being a dick. But when he started finding every excuse to touch my butt or rub up against it, I knew something else was going on. Even though I wasn't really clear what it would lead to, I deliberately fed his demons by giving him every opportunity to feel me up for a few seconds before dancing away, laughing, and sticking my tongue out at him while he just smiled. I suppose if I had known that he was looking the whole time to turn my "juicy booty" into his personal cum dump, I wouldn't have teased him that way. Then again...
I still haven't decided if I actually like him. Yeah, I like it when we do sex, but you don't necessarily have to like somebody to like doing THAT with them. On the whole, he's generally nice to me, taking me places and buying me all kinds of shit, mainly, I'm guessing, so I won't rat out his pervo ass. But the most important thing is that he's nice to my mom, and I guess, at the very least, I like him for that. And if I'm really the only one he's cheating on her with, then I guess I sort of like him for that too, though, really, I shouldn't.
At first I couldn't understand why he was cheating on her at all. I mean, my mom is a good looking woman--blonde, blue eyes, big breasts and, yeah, a booty for days--and judging from all the noises I hear coming from her bedroom at night, I'm guessing that their sex life is pretty good. But I quickly came to realize a few important things about my filthy future stepdad: 1) he likes white women more than black women; 2) he likes boys more than women; and 3) he likes white boys more than black boys. That's why, even though he'd never admit it, I'm convinced that one of the reasons he started dating my mom in the first place was so he could "date" me.
Also, even though my mom has a "juicy booty," I know she's not crazy about anal sex. More than once I've heard them arguing about it. Usually Mom will give in, probably because she's afraid that, if she doesn't, he'll find someone who doesn't have a problem with it. What she doesn't know is that he already has, and that the person is right in the next room. But I guess the important part is that even when she says no to doing it and he finds his way in here, he's always back by her side when she wakes up.
Finally, he confessed to me one day that he doesn't want to have any more kids--other than the five he already has, that is--so I guess seeding my butt instead of my mom's pussy has the added advantage of keeping her from getting knocked up. Since I don't know any of my half-siblings, and I'm not interested in having a little brother or sister, I figure--hey, any way I can help keep it from happening...
My reminiscing is cut short when I feel the mattress sink down, as he joins me in bed. Next I hear heavy breathing, and I know that he's stroking himself to full hardness, which I estimate is around eight inches. Finally I feel my left butt cheek being pulled to the side and the warm, smooth head of his cock pressing against my anus. It's the moment of truth, and I feel the same combination of fear and anticipation that I felt the very first time he did me. Back then he would thoroughly lubricate both his dick and my asshole before he went in; now he only lubricates his cock, since, according to him, "It's better when there's a little friction."
"Better for WHO?!" I wanted to ask him when he first said that. But, as usual, I just kept my mouth shut and my face pressed into my pillow, just like I'm doing now.
"Nngghh!!" I groan into the pillowcase as his cock pushes past my sphincter and lodges in my anal canal.
"Shhhh!" he says, gently stroking my blond hair as he continues to lean into me, forcing his hard-on further inside me. "Just shut up and take that cock, you little bitch."
It's hard to describe the feeling of his dick burrowing into my asshole. It's kinda like shitting out a huge turd in reverse, if that makes any sense; and when he's all the way in me, it's kinda like being constipated, which probably makes a little more sense. In any case, I've come to enjoy that pleasantly uncomfortable feeling of fullness in my bowels whenever he does me.
The first time, of course, I HATED it. Even though, as I said, he took the time to lube me up, I still felt a sharp pain when he busted my anal cherry, followed by a dull, searing ache for almost the entire time he fucked me. Only at the very end, when my insides had opened up enough for the pain to start going away, did I begin to find some enjoyment in what he was doing to me. But by then, of course, he was ready to come, grunting like a pig while flooding my virgin hole with what seemed like a gallon of his sticky seed. The very idea that millions of his nasty sperm cells were swimming around in my rectum disgusted me. Afterwards he pulled out, slapped me on the ass, and left the room. I lay there wondering what had hit me as cool air washed over my throbbing asshole and his cum oozed out of me.
But as much as that first time hurt, I knew from the little bit of pleasure I felt during the last couple of minutes that I wanted him to do me again, which is why, right after he left my room that night, I ended up sticking the handle of my hairbrush up my cum-filled ass and fucking the bedsheet till I came. And after he did me a few more times, I also realized that there was something about the pain that I sorta liked too. And after he did me for a whole month, I even came to appreciate all that cum he squirted in me. I began to think of it as his way of doing what other alpha males do: marking his territory to keep other males away--or, in my case, warding off any other stray pedos out there who might come sniffing around my ass, letting them know that they shouldn't even THINK about trying to fuck me. So, in a weird way, I felt protected.
Anyways, that's why I've never said anything to my mom or my best friend or anybody else about what he does to me. Besides, he told me that I shouldn't be a pussy when it comes to what we do, that I should "take it like a fuckin' man." And that's exactly what I'm doing right now as, inch by inch, he forces his big black cock further and further inside my butthole, stretching it open until, finally, he bottoms out, his balls resting on my ass cheeks. Though he's done this I-don't-know-how-many times, it still amazes me that he's able to stuff all that cock up my ass, and it amazes me even more that I'm able to take it.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I moan into my pillow, enjoying that warm feeling of constipated fullness again, and as I shift my body to more easily accommodate his cock, as well as to reposition my own hard-on, I wonder why my mom's not also able to appreciate the good hurt of anal sex.
"Yeah, take that dick, boy!" he quietly commands, his mouth right next to my ear. "I know how much you like it in that hot little ass of yours."
True, but not the whole story. There's something about the way he smells that also turns me on. It's not his cologne or aftershave either; it's the smell of his sweat. It's strong but not offensive, and it lingers in the air long after he's gone, which makes it easy for me to jack off hours later. Then there's his heavy breathing and feeling it on the back of my neck, the ridiculously high contrast of his very dark skin against my very light skin as he pins my wrists to the mattress, and his muscular weight on top of me as he ravages my rectum. And, of course, there's the name-calling. (I'm not really sure why that's such a turn-on, but I'm guessing it's because a part of me feels like I deserve it, being that I allow him use me like a whore.)
On top of all that, there's that other thing--the REAL nasty one--he started doing, the thing that made me question all over again if I actually liked him, despite everything he does for me and my mom. What it made me question even more, though, was how the fuck I felt about MYSELF.
It happened the first time when he was drinking. I could tell right away that he'd had a few because he made more noise than usual when he came in my room, stumbling around and bumping into things, and I could also smell it. We did our usual suck-and-fuck, but when he pulled out of my butthole, instead of slapping me on my ass, leaving my room, and going to the bathroom to wash up, like he usually did, he walked back up to the head of my bed, and just stood there.
"Clean my fuckin' dick, you little pussy!" he demanded.
I reached for the box of tissues on my nightstand, but he slapped my hand away.
"No, asshole, with your fuckin' tongue!" he said. "LICK that fuckin' shit off it!"
I froze, and I could feel my heart racing. Was he serious? Did he honestly expect me to take his smelly shit-smeared cock in my mouth? It was the most disgusting thing I'd ever heard of--like somebody demanding that I suck on a turd--and I figured that if I just did nothing and waited, maybe he'd come to his senses and back off. But he didn't, and apparently I was taking too long to do what he'd ordered, because before I knew what was happening, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his shitty dick right in my mouth.
"Mmphh!" I complained, as the pungent smell penetrated my nostrils. But I didn't fight him. I just started moving my tongue, licking my own shit off his dirty dick.
"Yeah, that's it, boy!" he hissed, and I could feel his cock growing again in my mouth. "Lick that nasty fuckin' shit off my dick!"
I couldn't believe that making me do something so disgusting was actually turning him on! But what was even harder to believe was how it was turning ME on too! The more I slurped his shitty cock, the stiffer my own cock got! Just the idea that we both knew how nasty this was seemed to be what was driving us on, so I wasn't all that surprised when, a few minutes later, he grunted, stiffened, and came in my mouth.
Only afterwards did I find out that what he did to me had a name--"ass to mouth," according to the Urban Dictionary--and that it's "something only a complete whore will attempt and enjoy." Believe it or not, I actually felt a little better reading that--at least I wasn't the only one in the world doing it--but I still didn't understand WHY I would enjoy doing something so humiliating. (But then, getting fucked up the ass by your future stepdad is pretty humiliating too, so I guess it comes with the territory of being "a complete whore.")
So now, since I usually have to take a shit right before I go to bed, I'll deliberately only half wipe, just enough so that I don't wind up with skid marks in my pjs, because after he fucks me and sticks his cock in my mouth, I want that cock to have a nice stinky coating of shit on it, so I can enjoy the special smell and taste of a caca & cream combo. Yeah, I know. That's pretty perverse for a ten-year-old. But it's his fault for introducing me to something that he probably sensed my libido would fall in love with.
In fact, I'm wondering if that's what's in store for me tonight, as he fucks me harder and harder, crushing my body into the mattress and causing the bedframe to shake. I'm always afraid that the noise is going to wake up my mom and that he's going to get us busted, but even when he's drunk, he never gets super-crazy with his fucking, and so far, I'm guessing, the bulk of the noise has been confined to my room.
"Nngh! Nngh!" he begins to grunt after plowing my poop chute for about ten minutes. "I'm cummin'! Take it right up your faggot ass, you little bitch!"
As usual, he proceeds to stick his cock as far up my butt as he can get it while trembling. I can feel his erection throbbing in my rectum as he once again marks his territory by shooting stream after stream of semen deep in my asshole. It takes a while, but after he empties his balls in my butt, he stays inside me for only a few moments before lifting up and slowly pulling out of me. Then, as usual, he slaps me on the ass.
"Shit, boy! You got the best fuckin' booty I ever fucked!" he tells me.
Of course I believe him, because his cock has managed to find its way into it so many times. On the other hand, his sperm must be completely confused as, for the umpteenth time, they have stormed into my ass by the hundreds of millions only to come slinking out again, the promise of a prized egg to fertilize denied for the umpteenth time.
My face is still buried in my pillow, but I haven't heard him leave the room, so after a minute or so, as his cum dribbles out of my butthole, I turn my head to the side to see if I have to do that VERY nasty thing that I crave and dread at the same time. Sure enough my nose instantly detects the odor of shit, and the next thing I know, his cock is in my mouth, his hands are on the back of my head, and I'm doing some serious ass-to-mouth.
"Yeah, suck that shit off my dick, you nasty little bitch!" he growls under his breath. "Get it nice and clean for when I fuck your mama again!"
The very idea that I am licking my own shit off my filthy future stepdad's cock just so he can stick it in my mom's pussy turns me on something fierce, and my hard cock gets even harder. In my mind, I am actually performing a valuable service for my mom by not only lubing up her lover's cock but also making sure she doesn't catch an infection from any shit that might be left on it.
As I'm sucking this black man's big shitty cock, it, of course, begins to grow in my mouth again, and I begin to get even hornier, knowing what's coming. Sure enough, like Old Faithful, it erupts, and my mouth is suddenly filled with hot slime. It always amazes me that there's so much, being that he just dumped a big load in my ass. But, naturally, I swallow it all, including the shit, thinking that at least these sperm cells won't go to waste, since I'll end up digesting them.
But, to my surprise, it's not over yet. Instead of pulling out of my mouth, smacking me in the face with his cock, and going back to my mom's room, he just stands there, his cock still in my mouth and his hands still on my head. I think he may be going for Round Three, but his dick hasn't moved. In fact, it's beginning to shrink, and I'm beginning to wonder why he's still standing there.
Then I feel it--a drop. I think he's forcing out the last of his cum, so I lick it, but it's not sticky. Next I feel a squirt, then a trickle, and I suddenly realize, to my horror, that he's taking a fucking leak in my mouth!
"Yeah, drink it, boy!" he says. "Drink that fuckin' nigger piss!"
Someone needs to tell this guy that using somebody's mouth for a toilet is NOT NORMAL! But it won't be me, because right now his piss is gushing into my mouth, and if I don't drink it, I'll choke on it. So I swallow and swallow and swallow until my stomach is so full of "nigger piss" that it feels like it's going to burst. It's the most disgusting, humiliating thing I've had to endure so far, even worse than sucking a shitty cock, since I'm consuming somebody ELSE'S bodily waste.
But the way my cock is responding is not normal either, as the more piss I gulp down, the harder it gets until, finally, when his stream slows back down to just a trickle, my body betrays me in the worst way yet by suddenly unleashing my orgasm, even without a hairbrush stuck up my ass! I desperately want to hide this from my filthy future stepdad. I don't want him to know how thrilled my young libido is that he did such a nasty, disgusting thing to me. But when I hear myself grunting, feel my body trembling, and my lips tighten around his cock, I know that he already knows what's happened and, even worse, what MADE it happen.
Having emptied his very full bladder down my throat, my filthy future stepdad finally pulls his cock out of my mouth and further humiliates me by squirting what's left of his piss in my eye, which makes me flinch, and he concludes by shaking the final drops all over my face and wiping himself off in my hair. I respond by letting go with a long, loud burp, after which I frown and smack my lips, reacting to the strong aftertaste of urine in the back of my mouth, while rubbing my burning eye. Now, of course, he's ready to dash out the door and slip back into my mom's bed. But right before he leaves, he leans over, puts his face right next to mine, and says:
"You know what, Zacky? You's about the nastiest little white boy I ever had the pleasure of fucking, and I'm gonna be proud to be your new daddy."
That's when it REALLY hits home: My mom is actually going to MARRY this big perverted black man, having NO IDEA of all the nasty, disgusting shit he does to her only child while she's in la-la land! For a hot moment I panic at the thought, especially when I begin to wonder what new filth he'll come up with to do to me after he legally becomes part of our little family and is actually living here with us every day. A part of me wants to jump up, run to my mom, and confess everything, so she'll wake the fuck up, realize what a total dick he is, and kick his black ass out.
But this feeling passes quickly, swept aside by the reality that I'm addicted to my filthy future stepdad. I've gotten used to having him use me, and I don't want it to stop. In fact, I can't imagine him suddenly not being around to fuck me and force me to do all those other nasty things. And though I should feel apprehensive, even afraid, of facing whatever new nastiness he has planned for me, I'm not. In fact, the more I think about it, the more you-know-what happens, my real feelings are betrayed again, and only minutes after he's left my room and I've dutifully cleaned both his cum and mine off the bedsheet, I find myself opening the drawer of my nightstand and rummaging around for my hairbrush.
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