His Stepson Wears Lace

by Kelex

  Truly saw him.

  After a moment, Anson finally did and the look in his eyes—a mixture of astonishment, lust, and anticipation—it made it hard for Jereme to breathe.

  His stepfather walked over slowly, stalking like some caged beast. He was naked, his thick, semi-erect cock swaying with each step. His stepfather was stunning, and it excited him to see Anson’s body on full display. He stopped inches from Jereme, a slight smile on his lips.

  “Gorgeous,” Anson breathed. “Turn around. Slowly.”

  Jereme fought the smile coming to his own lips. As instructed, he turned ever so slowly, wanting Anson to see every inch of his body completely wrapped in lace and silk. When his backside was toward his stepfather, the man reached out and caressed his ass with two, firm palms.

  “Damn, that’s beautiful,” Anson murmured before going to his knees behind Jereme.

  He spanked each globe a time or two, getting squeaks and cries from Jereme. After the mild punishment, his mouth trailed over the nearly bare globes, the panties revealing a lot of flesh. Anson peeled back the barely there strip in the middle and licked along the edge of Jereme’s puckered hole. “You said you were a virgin… right? Ever play with toys?”

  Jereme looked over his shoulder, heat filling his face. “Yeah.”

  “Yeah?” Anson asked. “That’s it? Just yeah.”

  Jereme was unaccustomed to frank sexual talk. He’d always felt like he needed to hide that part of him away from people… scared they would laugh. It was easier to hide and be safe. He didn’t know what to say… and didn’t want to sound young and stupid. “I’ve played with toys.”

  “Like?” Anson asked as he stared up.

  “A dildo… or two…” He had a small collection of butt plugs, dildos, and anal beads stored in a locked box under his bed, not that he got a chance to use them as often as he’d like to. His roommate was too often in and out. The next year, he’d get a room to himself in a shared suite.

  If he was still there.

  “How big?”

  “Big enough,” Jereme said, his face flaming.

  “As big as me?”

  Jereme nodded. His most recent one was almost as big as Anson’s thick cock. A moan bubbled from his lips as he remembered the way it stretched him open… and all the orgasms he’d had with it deep inside him. His stepfather’s thick shaft would feel even better.

  “Good,” Anson murmured before kissing his ass again. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

  Jereme trembled at those words, as much an admission that Anson was going to fuck him as anything else. Before, he wasn’t sure how far Anson was willing to go. Now he knew and he was pleased. He wanted a real man inside him, not some silicone plaything.

  “Damn, you look so good in lace,” Anson murmured. “So fucking good.” He spun Jereme the rest of the way around.

  His own cock was hard as stone and tenting the front of the panties. Anson leaned forward and brushed his tongue over the silk-covered head before sliding the front down to let him pop out. He sighed at the freedom and again when Anson licked a circle around the head. It was enough to push Jereme over the edge. He cried out and came right there, his cock spurting cum onto the floor and Anson.

  “Oh fuck,” he cried, embarrassed he’d come so easily… and quickly. “I’m sorry.”

  Anson looked up at him. “For what?”

  “I couldn’t help myself.”

  His stepfather trailed a finger through the spot on his chest. When he lifted that finger to his lips and tasted Jereme’s cum—it nearly stopped the world from spinning. Jereme’s knees became liquid. He had no idea how he was still standing. Anson rose and offered another fingerful to Jereme. He opened his mouth and let his stepfather smear some on his tongue.

  “I plan on making you come a few more times before morning, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  Jereme gasped at Anson’s words.

  The man collected Jereme’s face in his hands. “Don’t be ashamed of something that feels good. As long as it’s not hurting anyone else… pleasure is all that matters.”

  Jereme nodded.

  Anson took his hand and led him to the bed. “And tonight’s all about pleasure, right?” He stopped at the edge of the bed and pulled Jereme into his arms. “Are you completely sure you want to do this?”

  Jereme nodded.

  His stepfather captured his lips and smothered him in need. They fell to the bed together, a tangle of arms and legs. Anson eventually pinned him to the bed, his weight holding Jereme down but not hurting him. Anticipation rippled through him, his cock already growing again—thick with need.

  Anson paused his kissing, but only to move to Jereme’s neck. He then started whispering questions…

  “Do you want me to call you something other than Jereme while you’re dressed like this?”

  Jereme considered the question a moment. “No… I am who I am.” He was a slightly femme gay man who had a thing for dressing in lacy things and makeup on occasion.

  “Okay… I don’t want to ruin the moment for you by saying the wrong thing. I want this to be as good for you as it is for me.”

  Jereme smiled, truly feeling accepted for the first time in his life. Anson was trying so hard… and that in and of itself was glorious. Butterflies took flight in his stomach and chest. Too bad it won’t last. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the negative voice from his mind. Maybe it wouldn’t last longer than one night—but for now, he had it and he was holding on tight. Anson was being a considerate lover. He couldn’t ask for more. “Thank you.”

  Anson lifted his head and captured Jereme’s gaze. “I’ve never done this before…”

  “I’m aware.”

  “I mean, I’ve been with men before… but, you know…” Anson lifted a stare. “Unless you’re not a man?”

  “I’m not trans,” Jereme murmured, running a hand down the bustier and realized from the outside it might’ve looked like he was. But he was too shocked by his stepfather’s admission to think too long on that. “You’re bi?”

  Anson shrugged. “I guess. I’m not too into labels. I had some fun in college. Exploring. It was a long time ago.”

  “Ah.”

  Anson smiled wanly. “Anything else? Any nos I need to know now?”

  “No bodily functions,” Jereme said. “Otherwise… I think I’m good.”

  “Noted,” Anson said, wide-eyed.

  “Thank you,” Jereme whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For seeing me. Accepting me… being kind.”

  Anson stared down at him, frowning. “Anyone who isn’t kind to you doesn’t deserve you.” His stepfather caressed the side of his face. “I know this is happening out of nowhere and it was unexpected… but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make this good for you. I mean… I guess I’m your first?”

  “Yeah,” Jereme whispered. “And it’s already better than I ever could’ve hoped for.”

  Anson smiled slightly, holding his gaze…. before lowering to steal more of those toe-curling kisses that Jereme was quite sure would be the death of him. They writhed together in the bed, Anson running his large, strong hands all over his silk and lace encased flesh. Every inch of him was inspected—with fingers, tongue, and lips. His stepfather had him molten long moments later. His hands clenched the sheets as Anson tasted the very heart of him.

  His stepfather drew the panties to the side and took a few inches of his hard cock and suckled. Jereme cried out from the touch of his rough tongue and the scrape of his stubbled cheek. He jammed his fingers through Anson’s hair and tugged a little, urging his stepfather on more. “Oh yeah, that feels good, Daddy.”

  Anson growled. “Oh fuck… that’s so wrong.”

  “Want me to stop… Daddy?”

  Anson trembled against him, and Jereme loved the feeling of it. To know he was making this big, strong man shake was empowering.

  “Say it again.”

  “Daddy?”
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  “Goddamn,” Anson roared before suckling Jereme even deeper.

  He was like a man possessed. Anson went mad over his cock, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of Jereme’s ass. It didn’t take long for Jereme to feel another orgasm approaching. Anson’s mouth was pure heat… and it left him feeling molten. His back arched, his body tensing.

  “I’m coming,” he cried… expecting Anson to back off.

  But his stepfather swallowed his release… lapping it up hungrily. Jereme gasped at the sight… had he not just come for the second time, he’d probably have gotten hard again.

  When he was done, Anson reached over to Jereme’s nightstand. He lifted a package and a pocketknife before going to his knees. The sight of the knife made him freeze.

  “I bought this a while back and never got around to using it,” Anson said, dragging his pocketknife through the plastic. “I left it in the package so there would be no doubts that it was clean and unused before now.” He dropped the knife back on the nightstand and then withdrew the butt plug from the packaging. With a sly smile on his face, he showed it to Jereme. “What do you think?”

  Jereme squirmed a little on the bed, sure he’d melt right into the sheets. “I like.”

  “Good,” Anson whispered before reaching for a bottle of lube he’d apparently brought, too. After lifting Jereme’s legs, pushing the panties aside, and then coating his hand, Anson spread his glazed fingers over Jereme’s tight hole. He slowly worked a finger in, sinking it down to the knuckle before adding one more.

  “Oh, that’s nice,” Anson murmured. “Nice and tight… I can’t wait to fuck you here.”

  His stepfather began to finger fuck him, scissoring the two digits in and out at a leisurely pace. Leisurely wasn’t what Jereme needed in that moment. Jereme thrashed against Anson’s seeking fingers. He pushed against the slow tempo, trying to force Anson to go faster.

  “We’re in no rush,” Anson drawled, his eyelids heavy with lust as he stared at his fingers working Jereme’s hole. “We’ve got all night, right?”

  Jereme nodded, but he was still eager to feel his stepfather inside him. “I want you inside me, Daddy.”

  Anson’s eyes closed at the word daddy. His fingers kept on massaging and stretching him open, thankfully… and his motions quickened some.

  “You really shouldn’t call me that,” Anson drawled.

  Jereme writhed against Anson’s hand. “But you seem to like it, Daddy.”

  Anson trembled against him.

  “Fuck me, Daddy. Please… I want to feel you inside me.”

  Anson groaned before reaching for a condom. Jereme watched as he put it on with shaking hands. Once done, Anson swiftly moved into place. He angled his cock against Jereme’s puckered hole and gazed down. “Okay, beautiful… let’s see how your ass feels wrapped around my dick.”

  His stepfather slowly slid into Jereme, stretching his asshole impossibly wide. He cringed in slight pain… until Anson’s head slipped past the thick band of nerves and on deeper. Anson paused, halfway in, and gave Jereme a moment to adjust.

  “You okay?” Anson whispered before running a gentle hand over Jereme’s stomach.

  Jereme nodded. He rolled his hips, and they both moaned. “Yeah… I need more, Daddy.”

  “Do ya now?” Anson gripped his wrists and pinned him to the bed. “I guess I need to give my boy all he can take.”

  Anson slid the final few inches, filling Jereme all the way full. He groaned when he was totally seated, the rich sound like catnip to Jereme’s libido. His cock tried to stir, but Jereme had nothing left… not yet. But he’d been promised multiple orgasms by the end of the night. And he would demand them if he didn’t get them.

  Something told him he wouldn’t have to. Anson was a giver, for sure.

  They began to move together; their bodies slow at first. With each new thrust, there was a little more momentum… a little more drive behind it. It didn’t take long for their sweat-coated bodies to slap together, the smacking sound filling the room.

  Until Anson slowed and came back to his knees—pulling out of Jereme’s body.

  It’s not over, is it? Oh god, it can’t be over.

  “On your knees, baby,” Anson whispered.

  Jereme smiled… on two fronts. It wasn’t over… not hardly.

  And the fact his daddy had called him baby.

  He slowly rolled over and went to his knees… before lifting his silk-covered ass to Anson. Anson spread his large palms over the two globes and kneaded the flesh there. He added a little more lube after pushing the silk out of the way—and then drove back into Jereme’s body.

  Again made one, they both groaned with delight. Jereme sighed, loving the feel of being bound by flesh with his daddy. Anson began driving into him, slow and steady this time… losing the previous momentum. His daddy pulled on Jereme’s garters and panties… reminding him of what he wore… as if he could forget.

  Anson held on to the silk and lace as he drove deep… deep… deeper…

  Jereme felt the urge to come spreading through his body… but his cock was barely hard. His daddy kept fucking him, that big, thick cock stretching him so wide. Each thrust drove him higher… until he cried out and his cock spurted cum.

  He screamed through the anal orgasm, the pleasure of it shaking him to his core. Jereme gripped the sheets, his body shaking violently as he came. Seconds later, Anson tensed and cried out before he felt heat inside him.

  His daddy hovered over him before rolling them both to the side—still joined.

  “Oh baby… that was so good,” Anson sighed before dropping kisses on his shoulder and neck. “You okay?” he asked as he slowly withdrew from Jereme’s ass.

  “Yeah,” Jereme murmured, waiting to see if Anson stayed… or left him alone.

  He felt the bed dip and Anson leave the bed.

  Disappointment hit him square in the chest, but he tried to hold on to hope when he heard Anson go into the bathroom. Minutes passed as Jereme lay there…

  He wanted to be held.

  Comforted.

  But he feared voicing that. What if Anson wasn’t willing to give him what he needed?

  A couple of minutes passed. He heard the water running and then Anson returned to the bed, a warm, wet washcloth in hand. His daddy cleaned the lube from his ass before tossing the washcloth into the bathroom and sliding back into the bed.

  Relief filled Jereme’s body. He rolled over and slid into Anson’s strong arms.

  His daddy held him tight. “Any regrets?”

  “No,” Jereme answered before lifting his stare. “You?”

  “No. Not really…”

  Not really? Jereme eyed his stepfather. “What do you regret?”

  “The gray area we now find ourselves in—because I just fucked my stepson. And I liked it.” Anson paused. “Anyone on the outside looking in won’t be accepting if they find out what we’ve done.”

  Jereme smiled. “Am I technically your stepson if my mother has left you?”

  Anson chuckled. “Hey, aren’t you the one who called me Daddy a million times?”

  “Did you really dislike it?”

  Anson stretched a little under him and smiled. “No. I didn’t dislike it at all. Although… I’m not old enough to be your father.”

  Jereme had forgotten Anson was younger than his mother. She’d been young when she had Jereme… but not crazily young. “Well… you would’ve been fifteen when I was born, so you technically could have a nineteen-year-old at this point if you started super early.”

  “Shut it,” Anson said playfully, running a hand over Jereme’s lips. “I don’t want to hear that shit.”

  Then he ran his fingers over Jereme’s lips again… his gaze penetrating. He held Jereme’s gaze and ran his thumb over the lower lip again.

  And then kissed him with all the man was worth. Jereme melted into Anson, taking all he could… for as long as he could.

  When they parted… breath
less… Anson rested his forehead against Jereme’s. “You want me to be your daddy, hmmm? Then I’ll be your daddy, baby.”

  Jereme moaned before Anson captured his lips again.

  He smiled against his daddy’s lips, wishing their night together could last forever.

  Yet knowing it wouldn’t.

  * * * *

  Anson woke up, having to piss something fierce. A heavy weight lay against him. Dim light from the bathroom washed over some of the bed. He looked down at Jereme’s beautiful face, sleeping away. One eyelash was MIA, and the other was falling off. He chuckled and removed the meandering one before taking another good look at Jereme.

  How many times had Anson looked at this kid and never really seen him?

  Or had he ignored Jereme for a reason?

  Had there been something lingering in the back of his mind even back then that had forced him to turn away? Because now he couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.

  His bladder screamed at him, and he carefully extricated himself from the soft, pleasant burden halfway lying over him. After he relieved himself, he took a look at his reflection in the mirror. Nothing had changed.

  Yet everything had changed.

  What they’d shared was taboo. Even though they weren’t blood related, there was an unspoken rule they’d completely disregarded. Just as he’d told Jereme, there were people who’d have a problem with what they’d done. Even he felt the pressure of that on his shoulders, doubts whispering in his mind. Yet Anson didn’t want to let go of this thing that had dropped serendipitously into his lap.

  Jereme was a rare flower, and Anson wanted to nurture it… and see how his boy could grow.

  He’d seen the fear and shame in his stepson’s face—and he hated it. Jereme had every right to exist and be his authentic self. He wanted to know who had hurt his boy.

  Anson wanted to protect Jereme. He wanted to soothe all the bruises and wounds his stepson had.

  But could he do that?

  And not face the angry whispers and pointed looks if the world found out? Because there would be those with opinions. Loud, angry opinions and a little piece of him realized he, too, felt some of them bone deep. He had been Jereme’s stepfather, even if it had been less than a year and he’d barely had a hand in raising the boy. What they were doing wasn’t right… yet it wasn’t wrong, either.