My Stepbrother Clark

by Renny Abbas

  Clark just grinned at that, his hands moving to rest on Johnathon’s chubby hips as he rolled his hips back. His shaft pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside before he reversed the direction of his hips and forced his cock back into Johnathon’s ass. He moaned out again, shuddering as he felt waves of pleasure course through him. He moved his hand to gently wrap around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down in time to Clark’s thrusts. The feeling of his stepbrother's cock scraping along the inside of his ass was sending thousands of signals to his brain, the quickening thrusts making his mind feel like it was melting.

  Johnathon glanced up at Clark in time to find his stepbrother’s face hovering mere inches away from his own, his lips moving to press against Johnathon’s in a passionate kiss. Johnathon moaned into the kiss and moved his arms to wrap around the back of Clark’s neck, keeping him close for the kiss even as Clark’s hips continued to pump back and forth, allowing his fat cock to continue assaulting Johnathon’s previously virgin butt. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold back very long, Clark,” Johnathon panted, finally breaking their kiss.

  “I don’t need you to hold back, Johnathon,” his stepbrother murmured in reply. “Surrender to it and let me see my cute little stepbrother’s face while he’s cumming.”

  Something about the almost taboo nature of the situation paired with Clark’s words served to push Johnathon over the edge. Of course, it might have also been the fact that Clark’s cock had pressed firmly against Johnathon’s prostate. Johnathon let out a highly effeminate squeal as he found himself cumming powerfully, his cock pulsing as thick spurts of his cum began to arc up in the air before raining down on him. Clark had pulled back from him to thrust a little harder, which allowed him to just barely miss being hosed down by Johnathon’s cum too. The sight of Johnathon cumming must have been enough to set him off because Johnathon suddenly felt hot cum beginning to erupt inside of his ass, Clark’s grip on his hips tightening as he kept himself bottomed out inside of Johnathon.

  Johnathon collapsed back onto the bed and moaned gently, allowing himself to ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm. When Clark tried to pull out he stopped him, stroking his stepbrother’s hair gently. “Don’t move. I just want you to hold me for a while,” Johnathon said cutely, a faint pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

  “Alright,” Clark replied gently, smirking down at the sight of Johnathon’s cum-covered body. “I’ll stay if you want me to,” he murmured, rolling them so that Johnathon could rest his head against Clark’s chest.

  “Thank you,” Johnathon said, nuzzling into Clark’s smooth chest.

  “For what?” Clark asked, his hand stroking along Johnathon’s back gently.

  “For telling me you love me,” Johnathon replied, giving Clark another kiss.

  “I’ll be sure to tell you every day so you don’t forget,” Clark said smoothly, cracking that smile that Johnathon had seen so many times throughout his life.

  “I look forward to it,” Johnathon said, smiling as he pulled away from Clark just enough to let his stepbrother’s cock slip out. “For now, though, I think I need to go take a bath.”

  “Why don’t I join you?” Clark said with a smirk, watching as Johnathon climbed off him and seeing his cum beginning to ooze from his stepbrother’s asshole.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” Johnathon said with a smile, his heart fluttering as he looked at his new lover. I spent all this time searching for someone who loved me, and he was right here the whole time. I truly am a lucky man.

  The End.

  Special Bonus Story

  Best Friend

  Chapter 1

  Rob had just gotten off the plane. He knew that his mother was going to be working, so he rented a car. The car had cost him a lot of money since he would need it for the duration of summer.

  He hadn’t seen his mother since he moved out of the house and lived on his own. As soon as he had graduated from high school, he took a modeling job in California that paid good money. He didn’t even have to go to college like his mother had hoped he would.

  He went to the front desk of the airport where they had the key to his rental car. They told him that the car was parked across the street by the parking garage on the side of the road, and he was thankful that he didn’t have to go far to get to it.

  Taking his luggage and heading for the car, he saw it wasn’t anything big. It was white with four doors. There was nothing special about it. The money he had earned from modeling would cover all his expenses that he had at his mother’s house and then some.

  Rob had refused to take any time off since he started modeling. He saved up vacation time and it was well worth it knowing that he was getting paid for the whole summer.

  He threw his luggage in the back seat of the car and hurried to get into the driver's seat. He couldn’t wait to see his old stomping grounds and his old friends while he was in town. Most importantly, he wanted to see his friend Keith, who lived right across the street from his mother still. They talked on the phone and online while he was away. It was going to be a surprise for Keith, unless Rob’s mother had already told him. He didn’t think she had.

  It was hot in the car and Rob couldn’t wait to get out of it, driving as fast as he could to get to the house so that he could set up his old room. He planned on doing a lot that summer—hang out with his mom when she wasn’t working, go swimming at the lake, and just do summertime things that he had missed.

  When Rob pulled onto the street he grew up on, he was a little disappointed. The apartments were rundown, and some of the old houses that had been up for sale had no owners to them. The lawns were more like fields because it was clear that no one took care of them.

  Shaking his head, he pulled into his mother’s gated driveway. He pulled up in front of the garage doors and under the basketball hoop that he had very much enjoyed using when he was younger. A smile came to his face when he remembered the times his mother had to turn on the spotlight because there was a big game coming up and he refused to go into the house until all of his shots were perfect. Sometimes he would spend all night outside, though his mother didn’t know about it because she had gone to bed herself.

  Rob shut off the car and looked over at the white house across the street. It was Keith’s parents’ house that they had given to him when they had retired and moved to Florida. They couldn’t stand putting it up for sale and letting another family take over, so they just handed it over to him.

  He didn’t see any cars in the driveway and the garage doors were open. There was nothing in there but tools that had been forgotten about and an old couch that had tears in it. The springs were popping up from the cushions. He could see that Keith wasn’t there.

  Rob got out of the car and took his luggage to the door, taking out the house key from under the welcome mat where his mother said it would be. He let himself in and took his luggage into the small kitchen that they had once shared.

  Leaving the luggage on the kitchen floor, he went around the house. It had three bedrooms in it, and he saw that his mother had turned one of them into a hobby room. She collected posters and odds and ends that she would find at the beach. She would hang them on the wall or nail them there if the hangers didn’t work.

  “You haven’t changed.” He laughed, going out of the room and heading to the room that used to be his.

  He was surprised that she hadn’t changed it around much. His bed and dressers were still there. He had taken his basketball posters with him when he left. There was an old television box sitting in the corner of the room on a coffee table. Rob laughed as he remembered how it had been. Now stores were selling flat-screen TVs and he didn’t see many old television sets anymore.

  The house was quiet as he looked down the hall toward his mother’s room. He headed down the other side and walked into the living room.

  He noticed that his mother had changed it around and added new furniture, but the couch that he loved so m
uch was in the corner of the room. He knew that she wouldn’t let it go. She knew how much it meant to him to have the sofa. It was the one that he and Keith would use when Keith slept over in the summertime.

  Opening a door on the other side of the room, he looked out onto the sunporch. There were a small table and one chair. It showed no sign of his mother ever having company, not that it mattered to him. He was a grown man, and she could be with anyone she wanted if she chose to. It just didn’t look like she was looking for someone.

  Chapter 2

  Looking at the clock on the sunporch, he saw that it was only ten in the morning. It was already too hot for him, and it was only going to get hotter throughout the day.

  He sat in the chair on the porch and took his shirt off. His body was nicely tanned from the California sun. He was glad he had moved out there, but he was also glad to be home. Glad to be where he had been when he was a kid.

  He was also bored. With no one to hang out with, it wasn’t a very good time. He groaned as he got out of the chair and saw there was a little mirror hanging on the wall.

  Rob looked at his face. His dark blue eyes stared back at him. His black hair had recently got a buzz cut. He was glad he had made the choice to have it short. It would grow out before summer was over, and he would cut his hair to the standards of the modeling company he worked for.

  Rob opened the door to the sunporch that led outside. Walking around the house and down the driveway, he saw that a small red car was at Keith’s place. He smiled, hoping that it was Keith and he didn’t have company.

  Rob knocked on the door and waited to be let in. He had to knock on the door louder the second time before anyone came to answer it.

  He took a step back when he saw that there was a man who was quite masculine, and he thought that someone else had bought the house. He was a good-looking man with short brown hair and light brown eyes, standing there with a smile on his face. He wore no shirt, just a pair of orange swimming trunks.

  “Keith?” Rob asked, a little uncertain.

  “Yeah it’s me. You didn’t think it was?” He laughed, opening the door and letting Rob into the house.

  “The last time I saw you, well…you were scrawny. You didn’t have muscles, and you sure didn’t have a buff chest.” Rob laughed. He thought that Keith looked good.

  Rob didn’t know the feeling that was washing over him. He thought he was just proud of his friend for taking good care of himself and finally mastering the art of working out.

  “I see that modeling has done a lot of good for you, too,” Keith stated, closing the door as the cool air from the air conditioner surrounded them.

  “Thanks, I work hard. I mean the job’s easy, but the workout sessions are crazy until you get used to them,” Rob stated, sitting down in the recliner.

  “You never told me you were coming. I thought that you didn’t have any plans to come back and visit.” Keith was glad to see him as he took a seat on the sofa. He couldn’t believe that Rob was right there in front of him.

  “I wanted it to be a surprise. My mother knew, but I thought she might tell you. How are you doing? Are you seeing anyone?” Rob asked.

  Rob had found out that Keith was gay a few years ago. He had a hard time coming out to his friends and family, but Rob didn’t know why Keith felt like he had to keep it from him, his best friend. Rob had always been there for him. He had always been on his side. When he found out that Keith had been holding it in, he had been disappointed.

  “It’s okay. I mean as far as the dating world goes, I have a few here and there, but nothing to write about. No one that I would want to settle down with or introduce to my parents, that’s for sure.” He laughed, shaking his head.

  “You’ll find the right one. We’re still young, you know. I know that the right one will come along and you’re going to be happy. Real happy about it. How are your parents taking it?” Rob asked.

  “They say they’re okay with it, but I think it’s because they are down in Florida. If they lived here, I don’t think they would support me.”

  Rob wanted to tell him that he thought his parents would support anything he did, but he wasn’t confident in the words. He had to admit that it was easier for Keith’s parents to accept who he was because they weren’t living in the same town. They didn’t have to deal with people knowing that he was gay.

  “I support you, and that should mean a lot,” Rob stated, shrugging his shoulders. He hoped it was enough.

  “I know you do, and I don’t know what I’d do if you and your mother didn’t support me. She doesn’t look at me any differently. In fact, she still looks at me as if I’m a little kid.” Keith laughed.

  “My mom would never judge you on something like that. Now if you were the town drug dealer, she would think badly of you,” Rob joked, making Keith laugh louder.

  “It’s real good to have you back. If you hadn’t come over, I would’ve thought that your mother was seeing someone,” Keith stated.

  “Is she?” Rob asked quickly.

  “I never see her with anyone, man. She goes out with coworkers and the neighborhood mothers, but she doesn’t go out on dates. I don’t think she’s dated anyone since your father left,” Keith whispered, looking down at the floor.

  His father had not really left. He had been in a car accident when Rob was a junior in high school. Rob remembered when his mother would cry herself to sleep, and sometimes he would do the same, but he would never tell her. He didn’t want to make her feel bad when she had her own problems to deal with without his father there.

  “I wish she would meet someone who would make her happy again,” Rob whispered, sitting back in the chair and putting his feet up.

  “Maybe the only one who could make her happy was your father.” Keith shrugged his shoulders.

  There was a moment of silence between the two of them. Neither of the men knew what to say.

  When the phone rang, they both jumped.

  Keith went to answer it and realized it was his mother. He went into a different room to talk to her, leaving Rob to his thoughts.

  Chapter 3

  By the time Keith came back into the room, Rob was almost asleep. He knew that Rob was bored and there wasn’t much to do.

  “Hey, before you fall asleep, do you want to go swimming?” Keith wanted to do something that they both liked.

  “Yeah, that’s better than nothing. This town is still boring, but I’m glad to be back.” Rob grinned, getting up from the chair and following Keith over to his house where the ground pool was.

  Keith walked into the yard as if he lived there, going around the back and jumping into the deep end of the pool without even thinking about it. Rob was right behind him as they hit the bottom of the pool and came back up for air.

  “It’s like the old times. It’s been a while since I’ve actually had some fun.” Rob laughed. The cool water felt good surrounding his body.

  “To tell you the truth, I haven’t come over much since you left. I’ve asked your mom if she’s needed help off and on, but that’s about it,” Keith confessed.

  He swam to the wall of the pool and held on to the side. He looked over at Rob who was in the middle of the pool, soaking in the moment.

  Keith had always liked Rob, as more than just a friend. He wasn’t sure if Rob knew that, but he was planning on telling him before Rob left for the summer. Somehow he was going to make it known that he was interested, and no matter which way it went he knew that Rob would always be his best friend.

  “What are you thinking about?” Rob asked, seeing that Keith was staring at him.

  “Nothing.” Keith shook his head quickly.

  Rob stared at him, trying to figure out if Keith was lying to him. Keith’s mouth went dry. He didn’t know if he could come out right that second and tell him what was on his mind. He was afraid of rejection, and rejection from his best friend would be horrible.

  “I’m home. I see that you’ve managed to get comfortable in
the short time that you’ve arrived. Your luggage is still in my kitchen.” Rob’s mom came out the sliding door and sat down in a chair that was covered in shade.

  “Sorry, Mom.” Rob forgot about his luggage, and he did feel bad because he knew that he didn’t need to clutter her house with his mess.

  Rob’s mother was five-feet-six-inches tall with long brown hair and light blue eyes.

  “You could pass as your father’s twin right now.” She laughed. She didn’t realize just how much she had missed her son until he was standing right there in front of her.

  “Yeah, I get that a lot.” Rob nodded his head, swimming to the side of the pool and hoisting himself up and out.

  Rob went over and hugged his mother, holding her tightly for a few minutes before he let go of her.

  “It feels like the old times when I would come home and the two of you would be doing something over here. It’s good to see you, Keith. You should come over more often.” Tonya looked at him as he started to make his way to the side of the pool where they were.

  “It’s good to see you, too.” Keith nodded his head. He didn’t feel comfortable hanging out at the house if Rob wasn’t home.

  “Can Keith crash here tonight?” Rob asked with a boyish smile, and Tonya couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Yes. I figured he would be here, so I bought some hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner tonight. Once it cools off, I can start the grill up and we can have a cookout.”

  Keith got out of the pool and went to stand by Rob, who was letting the warm air of the day dry him off.

  “Was your flight good?” Tonya asked, looking up at Rob.

  “It was alright. Boring and tiresome, but that’s how most flights go for me.” He shrugged his shoulders.