Gay Erotic Stories

My New Stepson My story starts in a very unlikely way, namely my marriage to Jill. When I married Jill I knew she had a son that lived with her first husband. But what I didn’t know was anything about him other than his name, Glen. He couldn’t make it to the wedding since he lived in another state. Jill didn’t like to talk about him, so we just didn’t. We were married about 6 months when she got the call from Glen. The next thing I know Glen is moving in with us. I had just set up my home gym in the spare bedroom and had to move it to the garage. I was not happy with the idea of some kid under foot, but if it made Jill happy. It wasn’t until we were headed to the airport that Jill broke her silence. She had gotten pregnant in high school, which would make Glen now 18. I just about wrecked the car because I was thinking he would be around 8. When we arrived at the airport, Glen was waiting by the curb. He was around 6’2” with blonde hair and the most electric blue eyes I had ever seen. I had never thought about another man as beautiful until I saw him. I wasn’t sure about what I was feeling, but I had to get it in check and in a hurry. We no sooner got him set up in his room when the phone rang. This time it was Jill’s boss telling Jill she had to leave town in the morning. Great: that left me to entertain Glen all weekend alone. Saturday morning Jill left and I was in the garage working out when Glen got up for breakfast. He popped into the garage wearing baggy sweats. I had on a tank top and running shorts. I’m okay: 6’ tall, 180 lbs., brown hair, brown eyes, and hard but not overly muscular. I work out to maintain my college hardness. We started talking about working out. He said back home he had belonged to a gym and missed lifting. I told him to feel free to workout anytime. He said how about now and joined in with me. I wondered how strong he was but he was just fine with the weights as I had set them up. I was relieved to see that because, for some strange reason, I felt that I was in competition with him. I finished up and headed to my bathroom to shower. It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I realized how hard my dick was. I just hoped he didn’t see it because how could I explain this to Jill? The rest of the day I did everything to avoid him. The next morning he popped in while I was working out again. He wanted to know if there was room for him. I said, “Sure.” He said he wasn’t sure because it seemed that I was avoiding him. My face turned beet red and I quickly turned away. The workout went just at it had the day before. When I finished I raced to my bathroom again. I figured I better not hide away again today, so I went down to make lunch for Glen and myself. I was just about to call him when I turned around and there he stood. He was smiling, I guess because my jaw hit the floor. He was only wearing a pair of tight white biking shorts that left little to the imagination. For 18 he was incredibly built, rock hard pec mortared onto a 46” chest, eight bands of steel riveted on a 28” waist, big softball sized peaks on his 18” arms, thighs that looked like two boa constrictors climbing up them, and a soft bulge in the front of his shorts that dwarfed mine even when it was hard. My dick went erect in an instant. I was thankful for the counter between us to hide it. I don’t know how I made it through lunch, but if he knew anything he never let on. I couldn’t get his image out of my head all afternoon. That evening I was watching TV and he came in and plopped down on the couch next to me. He was now wearing loose satin soccer shorts and a tight tank top. I kept glancing over at his nipples trying to rip through the fabric of his top, and the way his top almost looked like skin over his deeply chiseled abs. I couldn’t be sure, but when I glanced again I believed he was trying to flex his arms. He then asked if he could watch his favorite show. I said it would be okay and he flicked it over to wrestling. I nervously tried to make small talk. We started talking about wrestling and he said he had wrestled in high school. Then and one thing led to another and we were up pushing the furniture back. First we started with simple holds, testing each other’s strength. Although he was physically bigger than I was, I was holding my own. I was thankful I had on jeans that concealed my erection. I finally had him face down and jumped on his shoulder and back. I had him pinned, or so I thought. I could feel his back muscles shifting under me and then he flipped me and stood up. I looked up dazed to see him rip off his tank top and hit a double biceps pose. The look on his face told me I was in over my head. The next hour Glen had me in one submission hold after another. He pinned my head with his huge biceps, followed by crushing my gut by wrapping his muscular thighs around me and squeezing. Then doing an abdominal stretch over his knee, just to name a few. Finally he stopped and I could not even move. I don’t think there was a part on my body that didn’t hurt. Glen looked at me, grinned and picked me up like a rag doll and carried me up to my bed. Once on the bed he stripped me and began licking my bruises while stroking my now hardening cock. Just as I was about to shoot my load, he took my cock into his mouth. He drank every drop of my cum. He then stood up and slowly removed his shorts. When his cock sprang free, my heart stopped: it must have been at least 11” long, by 6” around. As he moved back onto the bed my eyes never left his cock. He lay on his back with it pointing to the ceiling. I painfully moved to position myself over his cock. I barely got it into my mouth and started sucking on the head. It wasn’t long before his cum began pumping into my throat. I tried to move but Glen held my head, pushing it down on his cock. I began to choke as his cum spilled out of my mouth and ran down his still stiff rod. He finally stopped and I licked his cock clean. I then collapsed onto his muscular body. He explained how he had planned his attack after seeing me in a picture Jill had sent him. Over the next two years every time Jill went out of town Glen would give me a chance to get even. I never got even and loved every minute of it. Glen moved away to go to college and Jill and I eventually divorced. Yesterday Glen called to say he was in the area. He wanted to know if he could pop around for a work out. I said, “SURE!”