Stepdad's Throbbing Shaft Drills My Hungry Hole

Alex had been living back at home with his stepdad Marcus for three months since finishing college, and every late-night kitchen run turned into an unspoken game. The 22-year-old wore nothing but loose basketball shorts that rode low on his hips and showed off the deep V of his torso whenever he reached for a glass. Marcus, thirty-eight and still built like the ex-athlete he used to be, would appear in the doorway in worn gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy length of his cock swinging thickly beneath the fabric. Both men knew the other was looking. Alex could feel Marcus’s dark eyes trace the curve of his ass every time he turned around, and he had already noticed how Marcus’s shaft would thicken noticeably in his pants when Alex bent to grab a bottle of water from the bottom shelf. Their mutual desire sat thick in the air between them like static, ready to spark.

The night it broke was a warm Thursday, when Alex deliberately chose the smallest pair of black athletic shorts he could find. They clung like skin to his round ass and left half the lower curve exposed. He walked into the kitchen at eleven-thirty, grabbed a bottle of water, and bent low over the counter to scroll on his phone. The position lifted his ass into perfect view, and he heard Marcus’s sharp inhale from the doorway. Marcus stepped closer, his footsteps heavy on the tile. He set his own glass down behind Alex, then reached out and grabbed his stepson by the hips, fingers digging deep into the fleshy curves. The heat of Marcus’s body pressed in until his massive cock—already half-hard—ground slowly against the thin stretchy fabric covering Alex’s crack. The friction made Alex’s own cock twitch to fully erect inside his shorts.

“Fuck, look at you,” Marcus growled low, his voice rough. “Bending over like that for your stepdad. You really want this dick inside you, Alex?”

Alex pushed back against the grinding shaft, deliberately rubbing his ass on the thick ridge. His breathing came quick and ragged now, and the kitchen suddenly felt ten times hotter. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes dark with need. “Yeah, Marcus. I want it. I’ve been wanting your stepdad dick for months.”

Marcus’s hands tightened on the hips he held. He yanked the tiny shorts down in one swift move, exposing Alex’s smooth, round ass and the tight pink hole between the cheeks. The stepdad spat heavily into his palm, reached between them, and rubbed the warm saliva over Alex’s entrance, circling the hole with his index finger before pressing the tip inside just enough to open him. He then yanked his own sweatpants down, freeing his massive, throbbing shaft—nine thick inches of veined meat with a broad mushroom head. The<|eos|>