Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are work of fiction. They all are above legal age of consent. The story contains Incest/Taboo material.
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Cast List:
Zeb Atlas as Roger Howard
Johnny Rapid as Taylor Ryder
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STEP DAD'S TOY: THE BEGINNING
Not everyone lives a fairytale life. Everyone in this world are fighting a battle of their own, which others may not know about. My biggest battle was dealing with my sexuality. I live in a small town of USA. The attraction towards a hard, erect cock rather than a sweet, soft, wet pussy is something which is subject of taboo for a teenager living in these small town. The lifestyle which I lead as a teenager is not exactly what you call a luxury but it's satisfactory.
I am Taylor Ryder My biggest struggle was trying to fit-in. I was always the least developed, lanky, skinny kid of the class. My classmates used to gossip that I am quite 'efeminine' although none of them ever bullied my for my lack of so called 'masculinity'. My mom shifted to Leavenworth after divorcing my biological father, who cheated on her. After few years of dating and few failures, Mom got married again to Roger Howard, who is now my Step Dad.
Roger was nice man. Although we never had that Dad-Son friendly bond yet we had an amicable relationship. Honestly it was least matter of concern of mine as long as he treats mom the way she deserves. Roger worked as Head Coach for football team of a reputed college. He was an attractive 42 years old man with titan's shoulders and concrete jaw. Being in sports, he was well built in terms of muscle along with hawkish nose and defined cheekbones. He wasn't a male model but he should have been. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority. He was about 6'-1" tall and extremely well-built. My mom was usually busy with her work and there were weeks when she was hardly home. The most affectionate thing I had with Roger were some friendly 'Hello' and few 'How was your day?' conversation.
I was a closet gay teenager because I had this certain fear of being bullied for being 'faggot' and might be teased and humiliated for being a 'cock-sucker'. Living in dysfunctional family didn't help either. I was alone to deal with all confusions and curiosity. Porn available on internet was my only saviour. I would end up watching several of them while masturbating in my room when I was alone at home.
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I was a virgin because I never had guts to approach someone. Unlike others there was no so called gay-radar inside my system which can make me aware whether the guy in front of me wants to fuck my virgin ass or not. For me the only source of pleasure was masturbation while watching porn, and I was quite aware about it, that's why whenever I got chance to watch those Blue films, I never let them go in vain.
One summer afternoon I was all alone at home, while Roger had some errands to run, Mom had gone out to visit her mother. I started watching porn sitting on the couch of living with simultaneously stroking my 5" cut cock. The hardcore action on the screen made me quite horny. I started to stroke my dick furiously while side by side pinching my nipples. I was completely turned on by watching a black huge muscular guy fucking a white twink's ass whereas another black guy had his massive cock inside the twink's mouth. I was in deep state of arousal. Somehow I badly wanted to suck a big cock and then take it in my butt.
' What The Fuck' a deep familiar, husky voice interrupted my moment of ecstasy. The familiarity of the voice send shivers down my spine. It was someone whom I knew quite well. It was my Step Dad, Roger standing at door. His face was combination of shock which soon transformed into a small smirk.
He noticed me looking at him with fear in my eyes.
"What the hell do you think you are doing here?!" he said pausing and looking directly into my eyes.
"You like guys?" he asked and my immediate blushing gave me away. "And don't you dare to fucking lie me with some of your bullshit. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes."
I was initially shocked by his sudden presence and then completely embarrassed by his words which my inner conscience knew that they were utterly true. I bowed my head down in pure shame. I was mortified on being caught. My biggest secret was busted and all thanks to my own stupidity.
"Let's come directly to the point," he said breaking the silence of the room.
"So there are two situations, first situation is where I tell your mom that her son is a fuckin faggot. Oh yes, by the way I do remember her mentioning how much she hates homosexuality."
I was least surprised considering the fact that I was very much aware about conservative and orthodox thoughts of my mother. For her, it was a taboo or more precisely - a sin.
"Or there is a second option" he declared with an evil-grin plastered on his face. I was confused.
"What's second option?" I enquired timidly.