It was the morning after my seduction of my stepfather. I had no regrets. I wondered if he would feel the same. I hadn't had nearly as much to drink as Reg had, but I had stayed up later than him reviewing and editing the footage so that it looked like my stepfather had been the aggressor in the seduction.
I was a college student on summer break and without a job. I needed money and I needed an ally against my mom, who was stridently harassing me to get a job I didn't want. With this video, I was sure that I could blackmail my stepfather into taking my side and keeping me in cash, blow and booze for the summer at least. Call me spoiled if you want, but I wanted to enjoy my care-free years as long as I could.
What surprised me was how easily Reg turned over for me and how much I enjoyed blowing him. I'd had to jerk off to relieve myself when he passed out naked on the couch after all the drink and excitement.
When I got up, it was nearly noon on Saturday morning. Reg had fallen asleep from all the drink and the release of sexual tension between them. He wasn't normally a late riser, but there he was, still passed out naked on the couch in the living room. I found that I liked looking at him. By comparison, I felt well-dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. A little worried by his uncharacteristic sleeping in, I checked Reg was still breathing and smiled with the confirmation.
Just you get some rest, old fella, I thought. I've got plans for you later.
A little after noon, Reg woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee, all of which were on the coffee table by the couch. He also noticed that I was sucking his morning wood, or whatever you call it by this time of day.
"Oh," he said. With the alcohol out of his system all these hours later, his reactions were not dulled. "Oh my God. It wasn't a dream."
"No."
"I--I have to piss like a racehorse," he said. "Please get me off quick."
I added a hand to my oral stimulation efforts, jacking him as fast as I could into my mouth. He groaned loudly three times and once more I tasted a voluminous load out of my stepfather's dick. I leaned back and wiped my mouth, smacking my lips like I'd had a tasty dessert.
"Fuck, you're hot, but I have to run. Don't go away."
He barely made it to the main floor bathroom, running in to unburden his bladder so fast that he didn't shut the door. I followed him and stood in the doorway watching him pissing into the bowl with exaggerated force. He groaned with relief.
"Do you have anything left in you?" I asked. "I might want you in me later."
Reg was still standing in front of the toilet, shaking off the ever-elusive last drop. He looked over his shoulder at me in stunned surprise at my frank suggestion. He blushed. His face wasn't the only thing that filled with blood.
"What, another boner already?" I said with a laugh.
"Yeah. Seems you do that to me."
"What about Mom?"
"Yeah... I'm not sure what to say about that. I love your mom, but I've wanted you for a while. I couldn't help myself last night when you came on to me."
"Oh, is that how it happened?" I said playfully. "Your breakfast is getting cold. You're going to need your protein."
We both laughed, but I could tell he was feeling awkward. He put his discarded briefs from last night back on to conceal his half-hard cock. We ate in silence. Perhaps it was too soon to have mentioned Mom. I picked up my smartphone and fiddled with it.
"You got me drunk last night. It wasn't my fault."
That came out of nowhere.
"You can blame me if you want. Try your coffee."
Reg looked at me sternly, not even half-suspecting that the coffee was heavily spiked with Irish Cream until he tasted it.
"What, are you trying to do it again?" He seemed cross, but it was all put on. He knew that if I was trying to get him drunk again, he'd get off again. The idea must have seemed pretty good to him. He finished the coffee in a matter of minutes.
"More?"
"I think not for now. I have a better idea."
"If it includes you pounding my ass with that horse-cock, I'm all in."
Reg wasn't used to that kind of talk and it obviously pushed his buttons. A look at the crotch of his underwear confirmed that his cock was ready to go another round. Whatever he had been about to suggest, it was forgotten in the aftermath of my prompt for him to fuck my ass. I wondered if he had ever fucked another man before.
"Kid, where did you learn to talk that way?"
I laughed. Didn't he wish he knew what I'd been getting up to in the last year or two.
I still had my phone in my hand. I tapped the app controlling the covert cameras I'd removed from the living room and secreted around my bedroom, hoping they'd capture some new raw footage soon. I suspected this video would be an interesting contrast to the other. It would be brighter, more detailed, less shadowy. The daylight streaming in the bedroom window would see to that.
With the cameras rolling, and Reg's cock pointing the front of his briefs like a tentpole, I judged we were ready to start the show.
"Reg, will you join me in my room?"
"Um..."
"I can see you want to." There was a pre-cum stain forming on his underwear. "Unless I'm wrong and you don't want to fuck me?"
Mostly sober Reg was wrestling with his conscience.
"Like a little faggot? Isn't that what you called me last night? Your sissy?"
Lust had Reg's conscience in a headlock.
"I'm not really your little sissy until you've taken me by the ass and made me your easy little whore."
"Um, kid, the talk again..."
"You like it. Your prick is sticking out of the top of your underwear."
