A Stepfather’s Love: The Best Birthday Present Ever

A few years ago, I’d had no idea that my stepfather and I would end up where we were now. One thing led to another, and suddenly he and I were closer than we had ever been, which was really saying something. I’ll start at the beginning though…

My real father died shortly before I was born. So my mother was struggling to take care of me all by herself for a few years. Then when I was three years old, she met and fell in love with Rocco. Tall, tattooed, handsome, hairy, muscular Rocco, a biker who was only twenty-five years old but was quite rich and able to support himself. He usually kept his head shaved, but was proud of his scruffy facial hair. Anyway, he willingly helped her to take care of me and developed feelings for her, and finally when I was five, they got married. For many years we lived happily, the typical fairy-tale family, with no huge worries…

But then when I was eleven years old, tragedy struck; my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. For about a year, she was in and out of hospitals for chemotherapy and radiation and all that jazz. The mayhem really took a toll on our finances, because my stepdad’s money supply was starting to diminish greatly. But the cancer finally went away after a while, and though we were now not as rich, it couldn’t take away our happiness. Or so we thought…

The cancer had only gone into remission, and six months after my mother was deemed cancer-free, it came back worse than ever. And though the doctors did everything they could to save her, it was no use. A few weeks before I turned thirteen, she lost her battle. Rocco and I were devastated. And although some had suggested that I be put into a foster home (Rocco didn’t exactly look the fatherly type), Rocco said he loved me as if I were his real son, and was determined to continue taking care of me, because it was what my mother would have wanted.

For a couple of years after my mother’s death, Rocco struggled to make ends meet; the upkeep of the house, making sure I had the necessary materials for school, food on the table, you know the deal. But it was hard for him to keep a job for long, mainly because of his delinquent biker appearance. So money was extremely tight for a while.

Then finally when I was fifteen, Rocco told me that he had finally found a very good paying side job, though he wouldn’t tell me what it was. But he wasn’t lying about it being good-paying; he started making thousands of dollars by the month, more than enough to pay the bills, feed the two of us, keep gas in the car, etc. He had enough money not only for us to survive, but also to really LIVE. I noticed that this new job usually required him to leave the house for several days at a time. But every time he returned, he had a nice fat check in his pocket for food, bills, cigarettes, weed, anything we needed or wanted.

It wasn’t until I was seventeen and Rocco was pushing forty (but still very good-looking for his age), that I finally found out what his side job was. At that age, I was of course already into watching free online porn. So I was home one night while my dad was out making money and browsing through Pornhub, when I accidentally clicked on the link to the gay porn. I was astonished to see Rocco on a thumbnail to a video, a still of him fucking another man, really hard judging by the painful but ecstatic look on the bottom guy’s face. Overcome with curiosity, I clicked on the video. Within the first few minutes, my dick was hard as a rock in my pants. I witnessed my masculine muscle bear of a stepdad passionately making out with a scrawny little twink, getting his nipples played with and his armpits licked and worshipped. Then he bent that guy over his knee and gave his ass one hell of a spanking.

As much as I kept thinking ‘This is wrong!’ I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. My jaw dropped when Rocco finally took his pants off and revealed his cock, a thick, meaty twelve inches of beef, along with a set of huge, low-hanging, hairy balls. As Rocco was getting sucked off, I couldn’t take it; I pulled my pants down and began stroking my cock as the video went on, even more turned on by the fact that he was talking dirty in his deep, gravelly bass voice. Watching his cock plunge deep into the other guy’s throat, and finally into his ass. At first he went slowly, making love gently and passionately, the other guy moaning as the big dick slid in and out of his ass. But soon he turned into a beast, fucking him hard and rough, and now the guy was yelling in pleasure as his hole was torn up, and I was masturbating furiously, mesmerized by the sight of those huge balls slapping against that ass. Finally Rocco ejaculated onto the guy’s face, covering him with a geyser of cum. At the same time, I found myself cumming into my hand.

The video now ended, and I was in shock. I had just jacked off to a video of my stepdad fucking another dude. His side job was gay porn, I realized. And he REALLY knew how to fuck, so no wonder they were paying him so much. Still, I was a little horrified as I cleaned off my hand, lit up a cigarette, turned the computer off, and got into bed.

That night, I dreamed of him. I dreamed that the video was playing again, but instead of the guy getting paid to get fucked, it was me. I was worshipping my stepdad’s hairy chest, burying my face in his sweaty armpits, bent over his knee taking a spanking, on my knees sucking his cock and eating his hairy ass, on my back with his cock thrusting in and out of my ass…

I woke up, looked down at my pants, and they were soaked in my own cum. And I realized, I wanted to have sex with my stepdad. I was like the kind of guy in that video, scrawny with very little body hair, my head covered with medium-length blond hair, and kind of a “pretty” face. I was one of the kinds of guys that my stepdad was getting paid to fuck, and though I was a virgin (both with girls and guys), I kept imagining him fucking me just like that…

Throughout the school year, I couldn’t stop thinking about him; sometimes my grades would slip up accordingly, and I’d find myself daydreaming, thinking of the way he looked so sexy in a pair of tight jean clinging to his muscular butt, thinking of that beautiful monster of a cock. And since the first porno I’d watched of Rocco, I’d searched for more of his videos. I’d found several professional pornos starring him. Whether he was fucking a scrawny, sissy twink boy who took it like a bitch, or fucking a big, masculine bear like himself who took the dick like a man, he didn’t disappoint. I’d download his videos and occasionally jack off to them. I tried to save it for when he wasn’t home to reduce the risk of getting caught. But sometimes I just couldn’t help it; I closed my door and put headphones in so he wouldn’t hear or see anything. And I’d have those wet dreams every other night. Little did I know that he knew more than I thought he did…


Now it was my eighteenth birthday, a Friday in the middle of hot, humid July. The sun was starting to go down, and the party that had been going on all day was dying down as well. Rocco, my friends and I had spent the entire day having a cookout, playing games, drinking beers, smoking weed, and all that stuff, just having a whole lot of fun. I had gotten several gifts, including T-shirts of my favorite artists, several bags of weed, and (from Rocco), a brand new Cadillac. Now night was starting to fall, and my friends were going off to do their own things. It was shortly after 9:00 when everyone was finally gone, and Rocco and I were left to clean up the post-party mess. Still stoned and slightly drunk, I made to start cleaning up, but then Rocco stopped me.

“I think we can save the tidying up for tomorrow, Jesse,” he said with a grin; he was just as high as I was. “Why don’t you come up and smoke a joint with your old man?”

“Sure,” I said with a chuckle. With me, there was no such thing as “too much weed.” So we went in the house and went up to his bedroom, a large and spacious room with a king-size bed. At the moment, I didn’t realize how hot it was in there; apparently his air conditioner was off. But I was so stoned that I didn’t feel the change in temperature that much. We sat down on the bed and Rocco pulled out a nice fat joint and lit up.

Ten minutes went by of us passing the joint back and forth, talking and laughing. Then when it had finally gone out, I turned to Rocco.

“I really appreciate all this, Rocco,” I said. “You know, not just everything that’s gone on today, but taking care of me all these years.”

He had a hilarious grin on his face as he replied “It’s no problem, kid. I’ve grown to really like you like my own, ya know?”

“Yeah.”

“So how’d you enjoy your birthday?”

“It was great, man.