Seducing Step Dad & His Son

James: 37, Step-dad

James was sat on the sofa, his bare feet resting on the coffee table next to his can of lager. He'd had 6 or 7 so he was definitely feeling a buzz. It was the middle of a summer heatwave in the UK, meaning it was hot, humid, and pretty uncomfortable even at 11pm. That's why he was wearing only his boxer briefs, with a fan on full power directly facing him.

His wife was away with work for the weekend - part of the job when you're a senior executive. He didn't have the house all to himself though, as much as he'd have liked that. Matt, his recently 18-year old step-son who lived at home, was still around and by the looks of things was going to be home all weekend. James' wife wouldn't approve of the volume of beer or lack of clothes, so he was making the most of it while he could. It was Friday night and the start of his wife-free weekend.

In all honesty things had been very dry lately. James and his wife had been arguing a lot, meaning any notion of sex was out of the window. It'd been weeks, maybe a couple of months, since there'd been any action, and even then it was begrudgingly on her part. So James had been sneaking in wanks when he could, which was surprisingly difficult - he hadn't realised how little time and space he had to himself. He'd recently been so horny that he jerked off in the gym showers, which he found surprisingly erotic and he'd made a mental note to try and do that more often.

The beers and late hour were bringing on the horn. He felt his grey boxer-briefs stretching against his hardening dick and noticed a little wet patch where his pre-cum had been leaking, unbeknownst to him. Either that or he'd done a bad job at shaking last time he went for a piss. He grabbed at his aching penis and balls and knew he'd have to spill his load before he went to sleep tonight. He thought about going up to bed to scroll through porn on X and rub one out, but the idea of whipping his cock out in the living room and doing it there turned him on even more. Matt was upstairs, and it was unlikely that James would see him until tomorrow now. He opened up X on his phone and switched to his porn account; a necessity since the dry spell with his wife. It wasn't long until his underwear was round his ankles, his earphones were in, and he was pumping his dick.

Matt: 18, Step-son

It was too hot. He knew he shouldn't complain, Brits are always saying that we wish we had better weather, but when it's too hot and humid to even sleep you've got to wonder if this is worth it. Given it was so warm Matt had gone through all of the water in his room, so he knew he'd have to go to the kitchen to get a drink. He reluctantly slid off the bed, grabbed the briefs that he'd tossed on the floor when he jumped into bed, and slipped them on. He wasn't sure if James was still up or not, but best to be safe. For a second he contemplated taking them back off and taking the risk of being caught naked in the kitchen - Matt'd had a thing for his step-dad for a while. He decided against it and padded downstairs, his bare feet not making a sound on the soft, thick pile carpet.

Matt could hear the sounds of the TV from the living room telling him that James wasn't in bed yet, and the living room door was slightly ajar. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to let James know he was up or just silently get a drink and return to his room, so he quietly headed to the open door and peeked through the gap by the hinges to see if he was awake. James was facing away from him, sat on the sofa with his feet up, stroking his dick to porn on his phone. He stood there cemented to the spot, he wasn't expecting this at all and he couldn't believe his luck. His dick instantly began to get hard, his pulse quickened and breathing became laboured. He couldn't take his eyes off his step-dad's hand sliding up and down his thick, impressive dick. Now that he was closer, he could just about hear his heavy breathing and the sloppy sound of his wet foreskin sliding back and forth over his dark, swollen head over the sound of the comedy sketch show that was on TV.

It'd been a while since Matt first realised he was attracted to James. He knew he was gay in his early teens, but it wasn't something he'd been open about with most people yet; only his best friend knew. It's not like James was the most attractive man in the world but he was reasonably good looking, with slightly messy dark brown hair and dark eyes. He'd recently started growing some facial hair which Matt had encouraged, and secretly found incredibly hot. He went to the gym so he had some muscle mass, but didn't watch what he ate or drank which gave him what Matt kept telling him was a dad bod. Matt loved it. He loved the hairiness of his body - not too much, but a good dusting with thicker patches on his chest and down his stomach leading to somewhere Matt had always wanted to visit. His skin had a slight olive quality, as if somewhere in the past he had Mediterranean relatives. He tanned so well, and as Matt watched him stroking his gorgeous cock, with a thick patch of dark pubic hair, he could see the tan lines from the summer sun. Matt had gone out of his way in the past to try and catch James in various states of undress - 'accidentally' walking in on him changing, accompanying him to the gym so they could change together, or using the urinal next to him in a public toilet to catch a glimpse. He'd seen his soft uncut cock a number of times and liked what he saw, but seeing him hard and playing with himself was something else.

James worked in construction and in some ways was a typical 'tradie'; he was cheeky, a bit of a lad, and liked a drink. Matt never tired of seeing him in his work clothes - all high vis, hard hats and cargo trousers. But at the same time he was incredibly thoughtful, sweet, and friendly. Matt noticed his bare feet propped up on the coffee table, something else he loved about James. His feet were perfect. He took good care of them, they were big and wide size 12's, with super soft soles and nicely trimmed nails, with just a slight dusting of hair across the toes and tops. Matt took glances whenever he could, and was always grateful that he liked wearing flip flops, slider or being barefoot.

Matt wasn't sure how long he'd been watching James stroke his dick, but he'd now made up his mind that he didn't want to get a drink unnoticed. He made his way to the kitchen, being sure to make more noise than necessary when he opened the fridge door, washed a glass, and placed it on the counter. He hoped that would be enough to make James aware of his presence.

James: Step-dad

James jumped slightly when he thought he heard a noise. He stopped stroking, pulled his earphones out, and turned the volume down on the TV to listen. There was the unmistakable sound of the tap running and a glass being placed down on the kitchen work surface. He jumped up, pulling his underwear up over his still hard cock and willed his boner to go down. He was worried - had Matt heard or seen him? He reasoned with himself that he'd likely gone straight to the kitchen, assuming James was watching TV in the living room. The worry helped his erection calm down to a semi, so he grabbed his now empty can of lager and headed to the kitchen.

'Hey bud,' James tried to act like he hadn't almost been caught with his pants around his ankles and tossed his can into the recycle bin. Matt was wearing even less fabric than he was, just some rather tight white and blue patterned briefs. He couldn't help but notice how well he filled them out, both front and back. Even though Matt didn't necessarily work out, aside from playing some sports fairly infrequently, he had a good toned body and James was jealous that he could look like that with minimal effort. There was a light dusting of hair on his chest, which was unusual as he kept it shaved usually. His brown shaggy hair was looking pretty wild, it looked like he'd been tossing and turning in bed before coming downstairs. He took in his sharp facial features, strong jaw line, and deep brown eyes - all inherited from his mother. Standing at 6'1" he was certainly a man now.

'It's way too hot,' Matt replied as he reached into the fridge without making eye contact, 'do you want anything?'

'A beer please.'

'Mind if I grab one too and join you? I'm struggling to sleep with the heat.'

'Of course.' Matt grabbed two cans from the fridge and they headed to the living room.

James sat back down the sofa, where a couple of minutes before he'd been vigorously masturbating. Matt sat to his left, closer than he'd anticipated with only about a foot between them, considering half of the sofa was available. James put his feet back on the coffee table, and Matt followed suit. He noticed for the first time the size difference between their feet - whilst James' own looked big and manly, Matt's were smaller and slimmer and still had an almost boy-ish quality to them, despite his height.

'What you watching?' Matt asked, turning to look at him. He felt his face start to flush slightly thinking about what he was watching before Matt interrupted. Images of girls being stretched out by two guys fucking her simultaneously flashed in front of this vision, and he felt his cock twitch slightly.

'Ah nothing really, just whatever shit is on here', James nodded his head towards the TV as he said it, 'feel free to switch it over if you want.'

Matt grabbed the remote control and started flicking through channels, whilst taking big gulps from his can.

'You thirsty buddy?' James laughed.

'Just trying to catch up, I saw how many you've gone through', Matt winked. 'I'll just stick this on.' He left the TV on some documentary that looked like it'd be ending soon. James could smell the familiar scent of Matt - his deodorant and hair product, mixed now with the slight smell of beer and a light muskiness from where he'd been sweating in the heat. Matt finished his can and stood up, brazenly rearranging his package as he did so.

'I'll grab two cans.' He said as he stepped over James' legs.

Matt: Step-son

Matt needed at least another can or two to settle his nerves. Hanging out with his step-dad whilst they were both in their underwear wasn't something they usually did, they're comfortable with each other but this is uncharted territory. He had to try his hardest to keep the arousal at bay whilst he was sat next to him, particularly because he'd chosen to sit so close to James that he could smell his muskiness - he'd been pretty busy in the day and clearly hadn't showered, and his feet also had a slight smell; it was driving him wild. In the kitchen he opened a can and downed it as fast as he could, needing to get a better alcohol hit. He grabbed another two and headed back to James. The TV show he'd put on had just ended, but he'd chosen the channel because of what was on next - Naked Attraction. He'd act dumb, as if he didn't know it was coming on, and hope James didn't intervene. He wanted something sexual to act as a catalyst.

'Think fast,' Matt threw a can towards James as he came into the room. James tried to catch it in his hands but instead the can went right in between his legs and hit his crotch with some force.

'Fuuuucking hell Matt!' James doubled over in pain, grabbing his package and groaning.

'Shit sorry James, I didn't meant to do that!' He sat back down next to him, even closer this time and put his arm around his shoulders in comfort. 'You should really work on your catch.' He joked.

'You cheeky shit!' James laughed, grabbed Matt's upper thigh and squeezed, making him scream. Matt didn't know if it tickled or if it was painful, but James had always done this to him since he was a kid. He writhed around on the sofa scream-laughing trying to unlatch the hand from his thigh. He kicked out at James, who grabbed both of his feet in his other big hand.

'Get off me!!' Matt screamed, and James eventually let go, releasing his feet and letting Matt try to catch his breath. He lay on the sofa, legs spread, letting his breath return to normal.

'I didn't realise you liked that so much.' James joked, an awkward smile on his face, which turned into a smirk. Matt looked at him and James used his eyes to bring his attention to the hard bulge in his briefs.

'Oh shit.' Matt tried not to sound too caught out, and sat back upright. He felt his face start to flush and was grateful that the only light in the room was from the TV and the dim lamp on the other side of the room, so his redness would be hidden.

'Not to worry bud, it's all good.' James gave a sincere smile and placed his hand back on Matt's thigh, but this time it was a reassuring squeeze that he gave.

Matt was very conscious that this time he touched even further up, dangerously close to his bulge which hadn't subsided and which pulsed in response to his step-dad's touch. If James noticed, he didn't let on.

Naked Attraction started without much of a reaction from James. They both half watched, chatted, and Matt could tell that James was pretty drunk now. Matt had tried to catch up and was feeling a good buzz now too. He tried to steal quick glances at his step-dad's body and bulge as much as he could, and noticed he was touching and rearranging it often. This didn't help Matt's situation, he'd barely gone below a semi after the tickling incident, but the more beer he had the less he worried about being caught and the more he was willing it to happen.

He started to mirror the frequency of the bulge adjustments, and started becoming more obvious with them. He noticed James look over a couple of times, and it spurred him on.

'Would you be up for this if you were single?' Matt asked with a smirk on his face. 'I can just see it, that door sliding up to reveal that tanned dad bod.' He gave James a playful slap on the chest.

James laughed. 'I don't think it's for me son, I don't think I'd be impressing anyone.' He cupped each of his pecs in turn, highlighting there was more flesh than muscle there. 'How about you, there's no girl is there? You fancy it? A nice young lad like you would be snapped up.' He returned Matt's slap on the chest, but let his hand rest for a second longer than necessary. 'That fees toned too.'

Matt's breath caught at the touch, and he swallowed hard. He felt brave. 'My only problem would be I'd get a nervous boner, I probably wouldn't be allowed on. As proved by what happened earlier.' He kept his face straight and his eyes on the TV. A few seconds passed.

'I'd probably be the opposite, I'd be too nervous and it'd look like I've got a raisin down there.' James rearranged his package after saying that. Matt let a few seconds pass.

'I'm not sure that could ever look like a raisin.' He looked at James with an unconvinced expression, and made a point of moving his eyes down to his bulge. He could have sworn he saw it pulse.

James locked eyes with him. 'You should see it when I do the cold plunge at the hydro therapy place I go to.' He held his thumb and forefinger about a centimetre apart as a demonstration. 'There's been a couple of times I thought it had gone for good. And his two mates.' Matt snorted, which made James do the same. 'I can see what you mean about the nervous boners though.' James was looking down at Matt's crotch. Matt suddenly became very aware that he was now back to being as hard as he was after the tickling. His hard cock was going up the side of his briefs to the left along his waistband, the tight fabric straining to contain it.

'Ha, yeah, see. I'd be no good on there.' Matt grabbed his hard bulge and squeezed. His heart was pumping so hard he could hear it in his ears. He was so nervous but determined to push through it, this might be the only time he has this opportunity. James carried on looking at his bulge, and Matt could see his step-dad's cock getting noticeably harder too.

James: Step-dad

He had no idea what was happening. He really should have blown his load to the porn earlier, there's no way he would be so turned on right now if he had. He also probably shouldn't have drank so much beer. He could feel his dick begging to be released from his underwear as he carried on staring at his step-son's own boner.

Matt got up, grabbed one of the large cushions from the sofa, and stood with it covering his crotch and part of his torso. In the dim light James could see the definition of his muscles.

'Come on dad, grab your cushion and do this.' Matt didn't often call him dad, usually just his name. Matt's dad had been out of the picture for years, and he'd always wanted to be the father figure.

'What're you doing?' James asked with a nervous laugh.

'Let's see what we'd be like if we were on there,' Matt said casually, 'get yourself covered up and get your underwear off.'

James' pulse quickened, even more than it already was, and he felt a nervous excitement in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure why he was feeling like that. He let out another nervous laugh, but Matt was already pulling his tight briefs off behind the cushion and discarded them on the living room floor. He held out his hand for James to grab. He didn't take his hand, but got up awkwardly and hugged a cushion to his body.

'You're mad.' He said staring at Matt, still apprehensive to go along with what has happening. He could see the nervousness in Matt's eyes as he pulled his own underwear off and tossed it in the same direction. He stood there facing Matt, wondering what was going to happen next.

'Shall we lift our cushions up to reveal ourselves at the same time?' Matt's voice cracked as he spoke, revealing his nervousness. James paused for a couple of seconds, then nodded.

Matt started slowly lifting the cushion, prompting James to do the same. He watched as Matt's thighs were slowly revealed, followed by a pair of hairless, heavy looking balls which were hanging fairly low in the heat. He continued to watch the reveal, Matt's fully hard cock coming into view. His dick was standing at attention, leaning slightly to the left, a good thickness to it, but the real defining feature was the length, it was reaching as high as Matt's bellybutton. His foreskin was pulled back, showing off a wet pink head. James gulped, not quite believing he was in this position.

Matt: Step-son

He watched in anticipation as James took his lead and started lifting the cushion in tandem. He slowly revealed more of his thick, hairy thighs. The cushion uncovered a set of big, full looking balls. He noticed that although surrounded by thick dark hair, his step-dad's balls were hairless and smooth. He wanted so bad to know how they felt. James carried on lifting and his now fully hard cock came into view. It was thick, definitely thicker than his own, and even thicker than it looked earlier when he was spying. The foreskin was half covering his cock head, and there was a bead of pre-cum oozing out.

'Fuck.' Matt's voice was shaking, betraying his nervousness. He dropped his cushion to the floor, feeling exhilarated at standing fully nude and hard in front of his step-dad. James also dropped his cushion. Matt took in the sight before him, something he'd only ever dreamed of seeing. He couldn't believe how good James looked and it took all of his self restraint to not grab his thick cock right there and then.

'I still don't see a raisin.' Matt said, looking James in the eyes.

James looked down at his throbbing dick, 'Nope, I guess I didn't need to worry after all. Honestly, it's been a while since... you know... so he's in need.'

'Me too, it's been too hot recently to rub one out, but I'm feeling the effects of that now.' Matt gave his dick a quick stroke, 'I've got to be honest, I saw what you were doing in here earlier.'

James mirrored Matt and gave his dick a quick stroke, 'You did huh? I'm so horny buddy, as you can see.' His step-dad smirked shyly and took his seat back on the sofa, placing his feet back on the coffee table but spread further apart, and stroked his dick again.