Description: As I sat on the side of the bed, somewhat down in the dumps about packing up all our things, memories of growing up in this house, my stepdad walked in with another empty box seeing me look sad. As a comfort, my stepdad said that “we do not have to give away everything”, and I told him that “Lane and Josh are doing just that”. He tried to comfort me by explaining that it was good to give some to charity but I guess I felt comfort with the things I had always known. My journey has been hard enough but the pillar of comfort as I have known it, my home, was changing, uprooted, moving. Stepdad went on to say this isn’t all bad. “You and Lane seem to be enjoying yourselves.” Knowing him and the way he said it, I suddenly got chills, realizing that he knew that Lane and I had become intimate. He went on to say that he knows that I’m all grown now, that he was my stepdad, and I could always talk to him. I tried to claim ignorance, but it didn’t work. He told me that he heard us, enough to know what was happening, and that it was nice that we were there for each other. Stepdad also asked if it was weird to say that he was “proud”, realizing that we were men now. I told him that we used to hear him having sex often and sometimes would “watch…a lot”. He said well, “men have urges” and I replied “yes, I know.” Without another word, my stepdad put his hand on my thigh. Silence. I knew it was time, wanting it, and removing my shirt. He said “you don’t have to”. I responded that I knew, but inside, I wanted him, no, I needed him and this intimate time, this bonding. When I opened my pants, I asked him, “Do you want me to stop?” In a breathy voice, he responded “Not really.” So I continued to remove my pants, sitting on the bed, pulling his hand back to my thigh. I felt vulnerable, but that quickly went away when he slowly rubbed my thigh. I eased back, laying on the bed and removed my underwear. As I played with my man pussy, my stepdad stood and removed his shirt and jeans, and laid back down next to me. He pulled his turgid cock out of his underwear, asking me what I thought and I responded, “It’s big”. I reached over, clasping my hand on his dick, he gasped, saying it has been a long time. With that, I got between his legs and started licking and sucking him. He was so sweet to me and gently pushed me back on the bed, sucking my t-dick and tonguing me, until I said, “Fuck me.” He raised up, took his big dick, and slowly pushed it in. We both moaned. He stopped, had me lift up to put a pillow under me, sliding back in, fucking me with harder and harder thrusts, stretching me with a cock thicker than I had ever taken, and a determined look in his eyes. I was so proud, thinking my stepdad is a fuck beast. Switching it up, he got me on all fours, thrusting back in, still not able to get me opened up enough to take all of his dick. He kept on fucking me until he came inside, breeding me. His warm shots of cum felt wonderful. Our bonding was complete. And, I cannot wait for further training to be stretched enough to take all of him. There is always next time.