His Stepdad Wears Leather

by Kelex

  Brody leaned a little closer and tugged on the towel—not enough to pull it open. Noah turned his head and was captured in the man’s stare. He opened his mouth, a long sigh slipping past his lips. Hunger filled his belly.

  He tugged again at the towel. This time it opened and slid off of Noah’s hard cock. It stood at attention and angled up toward his stomach. Glancing down, he saw it was red and eager, the head glistening with a small drop of pre-cum.

  As he turned his attention back on Brody, the man lowered his head and laved the tip. Noah’s body melted back into the leather of the couch. He prayed for another lick and got his wish… again and again. Brody’s hand wrapped around the base before he suckled in earnest.

  The man slid to the floor, never releasing his hold on Noah’s cock. When he peered up, his mouth full of cock, it nearly caused Noah to come then and there.

  Brody released his cock with a pop before stroking the length a few times with a firm hand. “You like?”

  “I do…” Noah murmured.

  “What else do you like?”

  Where the hell did he begin? He had a long list of things he wanted to try for the first time—hell, he could cross off a few of them simply from their fuck in the office earlier. “I don’t know… I like a lot of things.”

  “You seemed to like your ass played with,” Brody said, his voice low like a whisper.

  “I do,” Noah replied, excitement flooding his body. He’d never really had anyone to play with his ass—but himself.

  Brody smiled. “You have a butt plug in that bag of yours?”

  He’d risked everything with hiding the manties in his bedroom. More would’ve been impossible. “No… I’ve never used one.”

  “Seriously?”

  “If I was caught with it…” Noah trailed off, realizing he’d said too much.

  “Ah,” Brody said, his smile fading. “Look—I usually like to play rough, but realizing you just came out of a fucked-up relationship, I don’t want to tread over the line and bring back any bad memories.” He paused, his stare washing over Noah. “I recognize you don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t know if he hurt you. You know… physically? I’m worried I might scare you off if I push too hard.”

  “No, no…” Noah murmured. “It wasn’t like that.” Yeah, he’d been spanked when younger and had empty beer bottles thrown at him a few times over the years, but his father mostly screamed. His stepmother’s weapons of choice had been guilt and manipulation.

  But then, that was his parents.

  Not a boyfriend.

  Guilt flooded him. His lie was weighing a little more heavily on his shoulders. Here Brody was worried about crossing a line that wasn’t really there. “You don’t have to worry. I’m okay. And a little rough sounds like fun.”

  Relief seemed to flood Brody’s face. “Good.” He rose to his feet.

  Disappointed, Noah frowned. “Are you going somewhere?”

  Brody leaned down and pressed his lips to Noah’s. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  Noah nodded and watched as Brody disappeared down the hallway. Alone, the pent-up need and anticipation made him antsy. He almost wanted to jump around the room to burn some of it off but stayed on the couch—a bundle of nerves. Grabbing the beer, he took another sip and willed himself to calm down. He cringed at the taste, not understanding why people liked the crap.

  Brody reappeared not long after he’d put the bottle down. He paused before Noah and then placed a large butt plug, an equally large bottle of lube, a pair of latex gloves, and a few condom wrappers on the glass coffee table. Brody was observant. The man watched him intently, as if he was getting off on Noah’s excitement. Sensing that only heightened his anticipation. The fine hairs at the base of his neck lifted as the man watched him in silence.

  Yet that silence was deafening.

  They were encapsulated in this moment of time. The air thinned around him, and Noah struggled to breathe. His bottom clenched at the thought of that fat plug sliding into him—stretching him open wide. Noah’s breathing quickened, and he lifted his gaze to Brody’s, unable to verbalize the thoughts racing around his already frenzied brain.

  “Too big?”

  The plug was rather large, but likely no bigger than Noah’s fist. “I don’t know,” Noah said, the last word more squeak than anything.

  “It’s a little on the big side… but if you can almost take my hand,” Brody lifted the plug and hefted in his palm. “Perhaps, you can manage this.”

  He focused on Noah, desire burning in the depths. A shiver raced up Noah’s spine as he saw the anticipation and excitement written over Brody’s face.

  It was hard to breathe.

  It was hard to think, especially with his cock rock hard and pounding a tempo.

  Noah wanted… to sense the pleasure… to ride the pain… with Brody urging him on. He wasn’t sure what was more exciting: to feel the plug stretching him wide or Brody watching him getting off on it.

  He swallowed—or at least tried to—and averted his gaze.

  Brody leaned back. “If I overstepped… You seemed excited when I made the attempt earlier. Maybe I misread you.”

  Noah opened his mouth to speak. No words came out. For years, he’d played with himself… stretching his hole until he’d been able to put most of own hand inside. Hands and fingers were all he could use without potentially endangering himself. His hands were smaller than Brody’s… and probably a little smaller than the plug.

  He’d seen toys like it while sneaking porn on his laptop—which he’d miraculously never gotten caught at—and always wished he could have some of his own.

  “No…”

  Brody’s smile paled. “I’m sorry. I assumed you were into it.”

  “No… no, I mean, yes… god, yes.”

  Brody’s gaze slammed into his again. Confusion etched in his frown, he searched Noah’s face a moment before asking, “Have you been fisted before?” Brody lifted his hands. “I mean, by someone without mitts as big as mine?”

  Noah nodded vigorously, eyeing those big, sexy hands. “Not with someone else… Just me.” It was only a little white lie, right? He could almost get his whole hand there… and it felt sooo damned good when he tried it.

  He wanted Brody to try… and also didn’t want to appear like some inexperienced kid.

  Yet there was apprehension filling him.

  Noah didn’t truly know this man…

  The logical side of his mind screaming to stop things warred with his blatant need. How many times had he fantasized about a moment like this?

  Brody’s lips quirked as he knelt before Noah. “You’re in charge… if it’s too much, you say the word and I stop. I only want you to feel good, okay, baby?”

  I’m in charge…

  Noah nodded, barely cognizant of the endearment spoken. His sex-addled brain didn’t register the word, but somewhere, deep inside, he heard it. “Yeah, daddy.”

  Brody’s lids lowered. His lips parted on an outward puff of air. His palms slid up Noah’s thighs and then back down to his knees. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby…. I promise.”

  Tingles scattered across his fevered skin. He struggled for air.

  Brody moved back, hands sliding off Noah. Immediately bereft from the loss of his daddy’s heated touch, he groaned under his breath.

  “Don’t worry,” Brody whispered as he pulled on a black latex glove. He stretched his fingers, filling the glove. “I got you.”

  After lubing that lone gloved hand, Brody urged Noah to lie back into the soft leather of the couch. He dragged Noah’s ass closer to the edge before lifting both legs high. Noah’s ass was bare to Brody. He watched the man observing his hole before Brody refocused on him. Their stares locked, and Noah’s breath was once again stolen from him.

  Brody smiled slightly before looking down again. He placed his lubed fingers against Noah’s tender hole and slid two inside.

  A rush of air left Noah’s lips. He gasp
ed at the sensation of those two fat digits spearing him. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sensation of being finger fucked. Shakily, he drew in another breath to his burning lungs.

  “How’s that?” Brody asked.

  “Good,” Noah said on a sigh.

  “Just good?”

  “Mmm-hmmm,” Noah murmured.

  Another finger was added. Noah’s eyes popped open, and he groaned.

  “You too sore for this?” Brody asked, his fingers never stopping.

  “No, daddy.”

  Brody’s eyes closed for a split second before he let out a sigh of his own. When those eyes reopened, they captured Noah’s stare.

  “Is my boy ready for more?”

  “Yes, daddy,” Noah all but moaned.

  Brody’s lips hitched up on one side, the wicked smile something he clung to—and then it was over. The three fat fingers were gone.

  “I said I wanted more!” Noah cried.

  Brody reached for a condom wrapper. “Oh, you’re getting more.” After opening the foil package, he reached for the plug, not his zipper. Noah watched as he covered the toy with the condom.

  “Why’d you do that?”

  “I always cover anal toys. Keeps them safe to enjoy and potentially share,” Brody said as he finished pulling the rubber down. After that, he poured some more lube into his palm and slicked up the plug.

  Each stroke of his hand drew Noah’s attention. The plug was big and black with a flared base. He had no idea if he could manage it all inside him—but he surely wanted to try and see how much he could take.

  “On your knees,” Brody said, his voice taking on a firmer sound.

  Noah smiled, enjoying the commanding tenor. He rolled over to his belly and slid down to the floor. Arching his back, he offered his ass for Brody’s use.

  His daddy pressed the thinner end against his anus. “You tell me if you need to pause—or stop. You’re in charge, alright?”

  “Alright,” Noah whimpered, appreciating the sentiment. He could only hope Brody would adhere to that promise.

  He pushed back a fraction of an inch. The flared tip entered him.

  “Don’t get too overenthusiastic. We’re gonna take this slow and see how well you do,” Brody said, his voice low and comforting.

  Noah glanced over one shoulder and nodded.

  “Okay, baby… ease back an inch or two. Show me how much you want it.”

  Doing as has he was told, he pressed back against the plug. Brody held it with a firm hand, unyielding.

  “I need to see your face… so I see what feels good and when it hurts…” He leaned back and quickly rose to his feet. The plug went with him. “Come here.”

  “What?” Noah spun to fully face Brody. “Where are we going?”

  Brody chuckled. “Nowhere. I just want to see your face so I know you’re okay. Get on your back.”

  Noah did as instructed, his legs more Jell-O than flesh and bone.

  “Lift those legs up and let me see that pretty ass of yours,” Brody murmured, his voice low.

  Noah lifted as high as he could. Nearly bent in half, he had almost as good a view as Brody.

  “That’s it, baby,” Brody whispered huskily. “Open up for me.”

  Noah spread his legs a little wider, giving Brody free rein over his bottom.

  Brody growled before massaging Noah’s cheeks with both hands. “Damn, baby… that’s some delicious-looking cake right there.”

  Noah chuckled. “You wanna bite?”

  “I think I do,” Brody said before leaning down and taking a nip.

  Noah sighed, squirming under the man’s touch.

  When Brody lifted his head, he collected the bottle of lube and poured a hefty amount into his palm. Noah’s stare followed that hand, watching as he was coated again—and then the plug came back into view.

  Just the sight of it caused him to whine.

  “Hold tight,” Brody said before angling it just right. “You ready?”

  Noah nodded vigorously. “Hurry up.” The little hint of what was come was already nearly overwhelming. He wanted more.

  Brody lifted a brow, smiling. Too slowly, he slid the plug back as deep as it had been before it had been pulled out. Noah hissed in pleasure, his lids lowering. Another inch caused another sigh. His daddy kept checking on him throughout—asking him if there was too much pain. It wasn’t too much, but just enough to make his heart beat faster. The tight band at the base of his ass was stretched ever wider as the plug sank into him. When they reached the widest part, the pleasure hinged on pain.

  A pain that was so damned good.

  “You doing okay?” Brody asked on a heated whisper.

  “Yeah,” he groaned before arching his back more to get more comfortable.

  And then it was inside him—thick, full, and weighty. The flared base pressed against his ass cheeks. It was splitting him apart.

  In the best possible way.

  “Oh, god,” he sputtered.

  “Feel good?” Brody asked, peeling off the glove.

  His hole flared around it, pushing it out a fraction before it slammed back into him. “Yeah, daddy… it feels so good.”

  Brody gently ran his palms over Noah’s ass before massaging both globes. “We need that to stay in for a little while,” Brody murmured. “Stretch that ass open.” He paused, smiling. “We’ll have to play elsewhere while your hole does some work.”

  His daddy helped him slowly pull his legs back down before lowering to engulf half of his cock. Noah hissed, his head falling back as Brody sucked him down. There was no doubt Brody had plenty of experience. He was showing off his skills and sending Noah to outer space with a few suckles and licks.

  With the added pressure of the plug stretching him open, he careened into an orgasm, unable to hold back another second. Color blossomed behind his eyelids, shooting stars whizzed through the void. His body broke into a million shattered little pieces and then glued itself back together with his daddy’s guiding hand.

  Brody never stopped sucking… milking every drop of cum from his cock. He observed the man eagerly cleaning him up.

  And watching him with an eagle eye.

  He released Noah with a pop of his lips, smiling widely. “I believe you liked that.”

  “Yeah,” Noah said breathlessly.

  Brody continued to stroke his overly sensitive cock. Somehow, he was still hard.

  His daddy chuckled. “The potency of youth.” He lifted a stare from Noah’s cock. “You clearly said you were a bottom. Only a bottom?”

  Noah gasped inwardly. “Well… I don’t have… a lot of experience… and the guys I’ve been with were tops.” O. M. G… is he going to let me fuck him? “I’ve never…”

  Brody gasped. “You’ve never fucked a man’s ass?”

  Noah shook his head, embarrassed. Heat filled his face at Brody’s laughter.

  “Well, if you’re up to it, I’m gonna pop your cherry tonight.”

  Noah grinned. “I’m up for anything.”

  Brody’s smile widened. He paused a moment to remove his boots… and then rose to remove his leather pants. Naked, except for the harness, he turned and reached for another condom before ripping open the package and rolling the rubber over Noah’s length. “Well, since this is your first time, why don’t you lie down on the floor. I can do the heavy lifting.”

  Noah raced to get in place, the heavy weight of the plug more noticeable as he moved. He lay down on a rug before the fireplace. Brody pulled one of the small throw pillows off the sectional and tucked it under his head before pumping more lube into his palm. Reaching around, he coated his ass. Once done, he straddled Noah’s hips and lowered himself into place.

  With one hand on the base of Noah’s cock, he impaled himself slowly—inch by inch. Noah gasped at the tight sensation. Brody’s ass wrapped around him like a fist.

  “It’s been a while for me,” Brody murmured, closing his eyes. “I’ve been topping a lot lately.” He san
k down another couple of inches, engulfing Noah’s cock and sighing. “Damn, that’s good.”

  Noah couldn’t speak. There was nothing he could say that would explain how fucking good it was inside Brody’s body. When his daddy rose up and then back down, he gasped, unable to breathe. After a couple more thrusts, he dragged air into his burning lungs. He reached for Brody’s hips, holding tight as the man pounded over his cock.

  He lifted his stare, watching the pleasure crashing over Brody’s handsome face. His cheeks were pink, his lids lowered. Brody’s mouth parted as he panted, his desire obviously mounting with every plunge onto Noah’s cock.

  The urge to truly top came over him. He sat up and rolled them over. Hitching Brody’s knees over his arms, he continued to move, thrusting at the same tempo his daddy had moved over him.

  “Yeah, that’s right, baby… do your daddy real good.”

  Their eyes met… locked… and didn’t let go. Sweat coated both their bodies as Noah rushed toward another release. Pre-cum leaked copiously from Brody’s cock, coating his abdomen. Noah couldn’t ignore the stretch of the fat plug in his ass. It was like he was fucking and being fucked, all at the same time.

  “Daddy,” he whimpered.

  “What feels better, baby? That plug in your sweet ass or your cock in me?”

  “Both,” Noah spat. “Both, daddy.”

  “After we’re done, I’m gonna slide it out and slide my big fist deep inside you. My whole fist…”

  Noah moaned at the picture Brody painted for him. Brody kept whispering the things he was going to do to Noah. It was too much. Overloaded by the sensations and the dirty talk, he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

  They rocketed together, over and over again… bodies crashing into one another… until finally he exploded with a roar. His back arched, his head falling back… he came into the condom, deep inside Brody. It was just as intense as the last one… different though. Either way, he was wrecked.

  When he finally slowed, his body quaked. He could barely breathe. After he withdrew from Brody’s body, he rolled and collapsed on the floor, boneless.