1. A Stepfather's Love: The Best Birthday Present Ever


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Boy, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Erotica, First Time, Gay, Incest, Mature, Oral Sex, Romance, Spanking, Teen, Virginity, Author: CharlieBladeRemus, Rating: 63.6, Source: sexstories.com

    A few years ago, I’d had no idea that my stepfather and I would end up where we were now. One thing led to another, and suddenly he and I were closer than we had ever been, which was really saying something. I’ll start at the beginning though… My real father died shortly before I was born. So my mother was struggling to take care of me all by herself for a few years. Then when I was three years old, she met and fell in love with Rocco. Tall, tattooed, handsome, hairy, muscular Rocco, a biker who was only twenty-five years old but was quite rich and able to support himself. He usually kept his head shaved, but was proud of his scruffy facial hair. Anyway, he willingly helped her to take care of me and developed feelings for her, and finally when I was five, they got married. For many years we lived happily, the typical fairy-tale family, with no huge worries… But then when I was eleven years old, tragedy struck; my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. For about a year, she was in and out of hospitals for chemotherapy and radiation and all that jazz. The mayhem really took a toll on our finances, because my stepdad’s money supply was starting to diminish greatly. But the cancer finally went away after a while, and though we were now not as rich, it couldn’t take away our happiness. Or so we thought… The cancer had only gone into remission, and six months after my mother was deemed cancer-free, it came back worse than ever. And though the doctors did everything they could to ...
    save her, it was no use. A few weeks before I turned thirteen, she lost her battle. Rocco and I were devastated. And although some had suggested that I be put into a foster home (Rocco didn’t exactly look the fatherly type), Rocco said he loved me as if I were his real son, and was determined to continue taking care of me, because it was what my mother would have wanted. For a couple of years after my mother’s death, Rocco struggled to make ends meet; the upkeep of the house, making sure I had the necessary materials for school, food on the table, you know the deal. But it was hard for him to keep a job for long, mainly because of his delinquent biker appearance. So money was extremely tight for a while. Then finally when I was fifteen, Rocco told me that he had finally found a very good paying side job, though he wouldn’t tell me what it was. But he wasn’t lying about it being good-paying; he started making thousands of dollars by the month, more than enough to pay the bills, feed the two of us, keep gas in the car, etc. He had enough money not only for us to survive, but also to really LIVE. I noticed that this new job usually required him to leave the house for several days at a time. But every time he returned, he had a nice fat check in his pocket for food, bills, cigarettes, weed, anything we needed or wanted. It wasn’t until I was seventeen and Rocco was pushing forty (but still very good-looking for his age), that I finally found out what his side job was. At that age, ...
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