Bi-Sexual Male / 51
Making New Friends
I moved in with my new family when I was 16. I had left my mother and brothers and now lived my father, stepmother, and three hot stepsisters.
The oldest of my stepsisters, Celeste, was very popular in school. She was a few months older than me and I got used to a lot of guys coming over to see her. Some of them were fucking her, and I got to hear all the juicy details of her sex life, but some of them made friends with me in hopes of fucking her. I had a hard time just making friends.
One guy I gravitated toward quickly was Zack. Zack was a fucked up guy and something of a misfit like me. He sensed I was a momma's boy and he enjoyed the way I deferred to him about almost everything. He liked Celeste, but he could take her or leave her, and I liked that.
I went over to Zack's house often. His mother was a small woman who reminded me more of grandmother than a mother. She wasn't much to look at but a sixteen-year-old can imagine quite a lot when he sees a woman walking around in her robe. Zack's mother and father were pretty casual with dress. His father was the king of the house.
Zack's father was a truly fearsome person. Zack wasn't scared of anything and he was a pretty tough kid, but he was scared shitless of his father. His dad went by the nickname "Bear" and it was apt. Bear was big, hairy, and was the meanest, most foul-tempered man I have ever met. I saw a saw-off double-barreled shotgun in his car, trimmed down to pistol size and Zack said Bear had used it.
Bear sat in his recliner in the evening and watched TV or read magazines. He sat dressed in a dingy, worn, brown robe, and he bellowed for cigarettes or beer whenever he was out of either. Zack's mom would shuffle off to fetch him what he needed, and if she wasn't around, Zack would jump quickly to avoid being slapped across the head for not moving fast enough.
Bear was usually unshaven and smelled of BO. He had an enormous beer gut and occasionally when his robe came open, I would see his stained tee-shirt and boxers, or, less often, his bare, hairy chest and belly.
Because I wore my hair long, Bear called me "Girly Boy." I was too scared of him to display any dislike of the nickname. In fact, all too often I embarrassed myself by trying too hard to please him. I would jump up and run to the fridge to get him a beer when he yelled for one, and Zack tried more than once to discourage me. Bear would swat me on the ass or even pinch my ass and I would giggle in response and soon I regarded his nickname for me as a mark of affection.
One day Zack asked me to come over on Friday and spend the night. The plan was to get up early and go fishing.
I went over straight after school. My last class was PE so I was still dressed in my PE shorts and a midriff top that even the boys wore then.
Zack and I mostly hung out in his room listening to music, but later we went downstairs to watch TV. I lay on my stomach on the floor while Bill stretched out on the couch. His mom had gone to bed and Bear sat, throne-like, in his recliner.
"Girly Boy, get me another pack of cigarettes," he barked, and I ran to fetch them for him. I giggled and pranced for him and he swatted my ass.
I resumed my position prone on the floor and after a time, I glanced over my shoulder at Zack. He was sound asleep. The TV droned on and I felt flushed and horny. I started slowly grinding my hips against the floor, sure that Bear wouldn't notice. After a few minutes, I looked back at him and Bear was sitting there staring intently at my ass.
"Zackm!" Bear growled, and Zack snapped awake and sat up. "Get to bed," Bear said.
Zack got up and nodded toward the stairs and I got up to follow him.
"Not you," Bear said. He turned to Zack. "Girly Boy and me are going to talk. He'll be up in a few."
Zack looked at me with a warning on his face and danger in his eye. But he dared not question his father and after a minute, I heard his bedroom door close.
"Come here," Bear said to me and he pointed to the floor in front of his recliner.
I sat as he instructed between his open legs with my back to him. I stared at the TV trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. I felt, rather than saw or heard him open his robe. A moment later I felt his meaty hand in my hair and on my neck. He played with my hair for a minute or so and then I realized what he was doing. I could smell him. I smelled the musky scent of his crotch and I could feel the rhythmic vibration through his legs and through the chair. I knew he was masturbating.
Bear continued to jerk off for a few minutes, his hands and then his dick wrapped in my long hair. Then he stiffened and moaned and I felt the hot, wet jet of cum on my head and neck. It slid down my neck and down my shirt. I felt him wiping it in my hair.
"You get to bed now," he said when he was done. "Don't you tell no one. Understand?"
I rose and nodded to him, seeing that he had already covered himself up.
"Don't you go wiping that out of your hair," he said with an evil, brown-toothed grin. "You sleep with that I give you, understand?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, and I walked up to Zack's room.
I entered the dark room and saw Zack's eyes follow me as I walked to the metal cot his mother had prepared for me. Carefully, I removed my shirt, smelling Bear's cum. I stripped to my shorts and got into bed, praying Zack wouldn't ask me what happened. He didn't say a word. I lay there, feeling the cum running down onto the pillow and I felt it drying in my hair.
Eventually, I fell asleep.
I was awakened much later and looked over at Zack. By the light of the streetlamp outside that shone through the window, I saw Zack with the covers thrown down. He was jacking off. I watched him and after a few minutes, he came, shooting all over his chest and belly. He reached down and got a washcloth from under his bed and wiped himself. I could smell his semen, so I was pretty sure he had smelled it on my when I had come in. After a time, I heard him snoring and I went back to sleep.
Knowing Zack changed my life. I found out later that Bear had m****ted a few of the kids in the neighborhood, and that he encouraged Zack to bring his "little friends" over since he had been eight or so. But Bear struck gold with me. As my fear waned, I realized that fear turned to arousal. I was deathly afraid of Bear, but at the same time, I wanted so badly to please him that I knew I would extend that willingness into acts of sex if he wanted it.
The next day was a strange one, to say the least. And two weeks later saw me at Zack's house. Alone with his dad.
The oldest of my stepsisters, Celeste, was very popular in school. She was a few months older than me and I got used to a lot of guys coming over to see her. Some of them were fucking her, and I got to hear all the juicy details of her sex life, but some of them made friends with me in hopes of fucking her. I had a hard time just making friends.
One guy I gravitated toward quickly was Zack. Zack was a fucked up guy and something of a misfit like me. He sensed I was a momma's boy and he enjoyed the way I deferred to him about almost everything. He liked Celeste, but he could take her or leave her, and I liked that.
I went over to Zack's house often. His mother was a small woman who reminded me more of grandmother than a mother. She wasn't much to look at but a sixteen-year-old can imagine quite a lot when he sees a woman walking around in her robe. Zack's mother and father were pretty casual with dress. His father was the king of the house.
Zack's father was a truly fearsome person. Zack wasn't scared of anything and he was a pretty tough kid, but he was scared shitless of his father. His dad went by the nickname "Bear" and it was apt. Bear was big, hairy, and was the meanest, most foul-tempered man I have ever met. I saw a saw-off double-barreled shotgun in his car, trimmed down to pistol size and Zack said Bear had used it.
Bear sat in his recliner in the evening and watched TV or read magazines. He sat dressed in a dingy, worn, brown robe, and he bellowed for cigarettes or beer whenever he was out of either. Zack's mom would shuffle off to fetch him what he needed, and if she wasn't around, Zack would jump quickly to avoid being slapped across the head for not moving fast enough.
Bear was usually unshaven and smelled of BO. He had an enormous beer gut and occasionally when his robe came open, I would see his stained tee-shirt and boxers, or, less often, his bare, hairy chest and belly.
Because I wore my hair long, Bear called me "Girly Boy." I was too scared of him to display any dislike of the nickname. In fact, all too often I embarrassed myself by trying too hard to please him. I would jump up and run to the fridge to get him a beer when he yelled for one, and Zack tried more than once to discourage me. Bear would swat me on the ass or even pinch my ass and I would giggle in response and soon I regarded his nickname for me as a mark of affection.
One day Zack asked me to come over on Friday and spend the night. The plan was to get up early and go fishing.
I went over straight after school. My last class was PE so I was still dressed in my PE shorts and a midriff top that even the boys wore then.
Zack and I mostly hung out in his room listening to music, but later we went downstairs to watch TV. I lay on my stomach on the floor while Bill stretched out on the couch. His mom had gone to bed and Bear sat, throne-like, in his recliner.
"Girly Boy, get me another pack of cigarettes," he barked, and I ran to fetch them for him. I giggled and pranced for him and he swatted my ass.
I resumed my position prone on the floor and after a time, I glanced over my shoulder at Zack. He was sound asleep. The TV droned on and I felt flushed and horny. I started slowly grinding my hips against the floor, sure that Bear wouldn't notice. After a few minutes, I looked back at him and Bear was sitting there staring intently at my ass.
"Zackm!" Bear growled, and Zack snapped awake and sat up. "Get to bed," Bear said.
Zack got up and nodded toward the stairs and I got up to follow him.
"Not you," Bear said. He turned to Zack. "Girly Boy and me are going to talk. He'll be up in a few."
Zack looked at me with a warning on his face and danger in his eye. But he dared not question his father and after a minute, I heard his bedroom door close.
"Come here," Bear said to me and he pointed to the floor in front of his recliner.
I sat as he instructed between his open legs with my back to him. I stared at the TV trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. I felt, rather than saw or heard him open his robe. A moment later I felt his meaty hand in my hair and on my neck. He played with my hair for a minute or so and then I realized what he was doing. I could smell him. I smelled the musky scent of his crotch and I could feel the rhythmic vibration through his legs and through the chair. I knew he was masturbating.
Bear continued to jerk off for a few minutes, his hands and then his dick wrapped in my long hair. Then he stiffened and moaned and I felt the hot, wet jet of cum on my head and neck. It slid down my neck and down my shirt. I felt him wiping it in my hair.
"You get to bed now," he said when he was done. "Don't you tell no one. Understand?"
I rose and nodded to him, seeing that he had already covered himself up.
"Don't you go wiping that out of your hair," he said with an evil, brown-toothed grin. "You sleep with that I give you, understand?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, and I walked up to Zack's room.
I entered the dark room and saw Zack's eyes follow me as I walked to the metal cot his mother had prepared for me. Carefully, I removed my shirt, smelling Bear's cum. I stripped to my shorts and got into bed, praying Zack wouldn't ask me what happened. He didn't say a word. I lay there, feeling the cum running down onto the pillow and I felt it drying in my hair.
Eventually, I fell asleep.
I was awakened much later and looked over at Zack. By the light of the streetlamp outside that shone through the window, I saw Zack with the covers thrown down. He was jacking off. I watched him and after a few minutes, he came, shooting all over his chest and belly. He reached down and got a washcloth from under his bed and wiped himself. I could smell his semen, so I was pretty sure he had smelled it on my when I had come in. After a time, I heard him snoring and I went back to sleep.
Knowing Zack changed my life. I found out later that Bear had m****ted a few of the kids in the neighborhood, and that he encouraged Zack to bring his "little friends" over since he had been eight or so. But Bear struck gold with me. As my fear waned, I realized that fear turned to arousal. I was deathly afraid of Bear, but at the same time, I wanted so badly to please him that I knew I would extend that willingness into acts of sex if he wanted it.
The next day was a strange one, to say the least. And two weeks later saw me at Zack's house. Alone with his dad.
# 48536 - by Heathen44 / December 21, 2020
