Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Fuck. What the hell is going on here? I've never fucking stood around and psychoanalyzed myself at 11:35 in the evening, okay?
I'm not like one of those fucking tree hugging Berkeley liberals who have to question why they fucked whatever they fucked and understand the hidden meaning to it.
Daniel's fucking hot for a guy - I'll be the first to fucking admit. I don't have a problem saying so. And he's an alpha. That's probably why I lock horns with him so much. Because both of us are fighting for some sort of dominance in this family unit.
But underneath all that, I think the competition is what makes him so fucking compelling.
I sound like some fucking therapist talking right now, don't I?
Well, you try having a fucking threesome where not one person but actually two people make you cum and you tell me if you don't end up a little bit self-reflective after that.
"Couldn't sleep?" a voice calls out behind me and I turn around.
It's Daniel. He's standing there in a pair of boxer briefs.
My eyes automatically wander to that ripped body. Those cut abs. That lean physique. Those pecs and shoulders. Fuck, he's got the rugged look going about him too. I want my body to one day fucking look like that - 39 years of refinement.
But that cock. That fucking cock is hitting tight against those boxer briefs. I can see that python fucking pulse.
I can let my desires fucking free now. I can think about how I want to hold that shit in my hands and feel it grow hard.
Jesus fuck.
"Just getting some water," I respond back to his question. He nods and gets a glass and goes to the fridge where he gets some water too.
"Listen," he says to me as he leans back against the marble counter. "I know you probably have questions. I just want you to know I've never done something like that before."
"What?" I ask him with a smirk. "You never fucked before?"
He rolls his eyes. I can tell he's exasperated. But I'm having fun being a little bit of an asshole.
"I never fucked with a guy before, Colt," he tells me and I nod. We're serious now. "I'm not gay, I want you to know."
I look at him.
"I'm not gay either, Dad," I tell him, and I think about just how fucked up that sounded.
I'm telling my stepfather that I'm not exactly gay. After I had sex with him.
This should be like some sort of book or something.
No scratch that. No one would ever fucking believe it.
"Okay," Daniel says. "But I also want you to know that I don't have any regrets either about what we did."
I smile broadly.
"So that means, we can do it again?" I ask him.
He looks at me for a moment.
"I think if you're okay with doing it again, I'm good," he says. "But only if you're cool."
Fuck, if this were a girl, we'd be talking about feelings and shit.
But it's two fucking guys.
Two fucking alpha men who have their way with women on a regular basis who just ended up having sex while another woman was present.
"I think I'm cool," I tell him and he smiles.
He comes closer and his arms brush over chest I can tell he's going to kiss me and I wonder if we're going to have sex in the kitchen now. Maybe we should go get Karen.
But no, we probably wore that poor girl out. It's a wonder if she's able to fucking walk in the morning. Besides, I wouldn't mind some alone time with Daniel. Make up for all the times that we never saw each other.
We just stand there, looking into each other’s eyes, and it’s like time has stopped around us, as if we’re in a reality of our own. I’m holding my breath now, my gaze shifting to his lips. The tension is building up in the air around us, and you can almost hear the electricity crackle and pop around us. It’s like a standoff - nobody wants to be the one taking the first step.
Well, fuck it.
I lean into him, slowly, and I brush my lips against his. My eyelids droop as I feel his mouth on mine; before I know it, I’m pushing my tongue inside his mouth, running it in soft circles and savoring him. My hands go to hips and my heart starts racing fast. I know, we’ve fucked before, but this time it’s different: now it’s all in the open. There are no more secrets or unspoken words - we both know what we want, and there’ll be no pussyfooting around it.
Boiling blood is already making its way to between my legs, and I can feel my cock becoming as hard as a fucking slab of concrete. I slide my hand around his waist then, stretching my fingers wide and laying my palm over his crotch. His shape is already tenting his boxer briefs, but I can still feel it grow against my fingers as it becomes harder. I always thought I was the shit because of my big cock, but my stepfather matches me inch by inch. Maybe that’s why I feel so fucking attracted to him - genius recognizes genius, and all that fucking jazz.