No Substitute | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 3

My step dad and I didn’t say much on the ride home.

Once we left Uncle Mason’s place, I was surprised how quickly we fell back into our usual routine. Jonah had always been very friendly and familiar, treating me like his son from day one. So it was not unusual for our conversation to lead to things like school, work, and upcoming obligations. We’d just never talked that like with his brother’s cum still inside me.

I knew we weren’t going to have much chance to talk about it once we got home, but I never really managed to bring it up. I didn’t want to make things weird or make him feel uncomfortable. And I didn’t want him to feel like we couldn’t still be father and son. I just… I couldn’t help but remember how his cock tasted and how he felt just before he came on my stomach. And I wanted more. Much more…

It took about a week before we were in the house alone. Mom had gone to visit some friends for the day leaving my step dad and I alone.

I was doing some laundry when I saw his bedroom door was partially closed. I peaked in to see he was home and I saw him lying in bed, jerking off of. He was in nothing but his white briefs, stroking his cock and running his fingers through his thick, dark bush.

Instinctively, I stepped away, wanting to give him privacy. All the while, I kept thinking about what we did. I know why we haven’t done anything or even said anything since, what with mom being around. But now… with him all alone and stroking himself… I wondered… does he want me? Can we do this? And if so, would he ask for it?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized the answer. Jonah’s biggest fault is also his most redeeming quality… he’s a nice guy. He doesn’t want to ever push or coerce. He never even really came down on me for blowing off curfew or missing homework. He just wanted to get along and be a good dad.

From my room, I called out, “Dad, are you here?”

I waited to see how he’d respond. I expected him to sound flustered, quickly zip up his pants, and tell me to give him a minute. Instead, he responded, “I’m in here.”

There was playfulness to his tone that made my heart start beating. I knew what he was doing; he was inviting me in. Mission accomplished.

I slowly pushed open the door and saw his giant, thick cock standing upright while he sat back in bed. He gave me a look that was very different than I was used to. A look I hadn’t seen in a week. Not since the two of us were naked with Uncle Mason.

He kept stroking himself, slowly, never taking his gaze off of me. He asked what was on my mind, and I told him the truth. I told him that I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did.

He smiled, still stroking his dick, and replied, “Me, too.”

I took off my shirt and got into bed with him. It was the first time I’d ever been like this with him. Even when I was at Uncle Mason’s, it was not exactly planned. And then, we were somewhere else… not our home. But this was our home. His bed. My step dad and I. And we were all alone.

He leaned in and gave me a careful kiss. I could tell he wanted to go slow, following my lead. The nice guy in him. He didn’t want to push. But I wasn’t a little boy. And I knew what I wanted.

I put my hand on his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in my grip. Little strings of precum landed on my knuckles and smoothed my strokes even more. Jonah seemed to like it. He responded by putting his hand in my crotch, beneath my underwear and feeling my t-dick. I was as hard as him, but he clearly had the inches.

We laid in bed, playing with each other, being sweet and gentle, until he let me lean over and swallow his cock.

God, I loved that taste. I didn’t get much of it before, but now, it was all mine to focus on. I took him down my throat and let his balls touch my lips. I watched them bounce with delight at the sensation. I knew from watching that he enjoyed a good cock throating, and I wanted to make him proud.

As I sheathed him with my mouth, he played with my hole, feeling me become more and more ready for him to slide in.

Jonah put me on all fours so I could keep sucking him while he mouthed my genitals. His tongue, lips, and mustache played a wild game, teasing and tickling me as he spread me open and moved further and further inside. I could have cum just from that, but I focused all my energy on his manhood.

A part of me wanted him to cum in my mouth, to taste his load and feel him filling my face. But before I knew it, he was up and behind me, cock pointed right at my entrance.

I gripped the edge of the bed, feeling the familiar bedding and looking out at the familiar space. It was always my parents’ room, a private space that was not for me. Now, as Jonah slowly pushed his cock into me, this was our space. Forever, I’d look at this room and think about Jonah fucking me. And that made it all the hotter.

To my surprise, mild-mannered Jonah pinned me down and began to pound me hard. Harder and deeper than I imagined. All while also holding me close. I could tell that he loved how I felt, and loved knowing that I was all for him. I saw a side of him that I hadn’t even seen when he fucked me with Mason. This was his true, uncensored sexual self. And it was powerful and primal. Who knew he had it in him?

I began to play with myself as he pounded on. He put me on my back so he could watch. As the head of his cock moved in and out of my hole, I played with my t-dick, gripping him tightly. I wanted to milk him. I wanted to make him cum. And as his breathing intensified, I knew it was coming.

“You’re my boy,” he said as his hips quaked and I felt the flood of fluid fill my sex. It was a warm, intense feeling that seemed to never stop. My only regret was that I couldn’t see how much he’d cum, otherwise it was the hottest sex I’d ever had!

He collapsed over me, trying to catch his breath, and I couldn’t help but think about the next time. Now I know, if I want him to fuck me, I just need to ask…