Big Black Daddy 2 by Suraya Bedford
Bedtime Blow-Job (MM daddy sex)

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Synopsis

Jamal's can't stop thinking about his stepdad, but after they had sex a fortnight ago he hasn't managed to get Dad naked again. Maybe a late night trip into the older man's bedroom could make him change his mind...
WARNING: This 3,000 word short story contains a stepson losing his anal virginity, felching and a young man waking his step-father up with a blow-job.

EXCERPT
He took his hand away again. It was no good. Another session with four fingers and a thumb wasn’t what he wanted. Jamal needed a real man, and there was one sleeping just a few feet away. A big, sexy black bear with a shaved head and a very good body for his age. He threw back the covers and hesitated. What if Dad turned him away? Swinging his legs out of bed, he told himself that he didn’t care. He had to try or he’d just lie awake all night wondering ‘what if’. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and almost got back in bed. He may have been tall and muscular, but he was so skinny. Did his stepdad really find that attractive. He didn’t complain about your body a fortnight ago.

As he padded out of his bedroom, he listened to the regular pattern of Dad’s snoring. Were all big men like that? He remembered seeing some documentary about sleep disorders. Most of the guys on that had been Dad’s size or bigger. He wouldn’t mind having to get used to the noise. After they’d finally had sex, he’d thought they would have ended up sharing a bed. No such luck. Tonight, he’d just make his own luck.

He pushed open the bedroom door and stood on the threshold. There was Dad, sleeping on his back with the sheets pulled down to his waist. His well-defined chest was sprinkled with lots of tiny dark curls. Jamal remembered the feel of them under his fingers. He stepped inside and crept closer. The whole room had that deep, meaty smell he associated with his stepfather. A real man smell. Skirting the bed, he went to Dad’s dresser and walked his fingers over the deodorant, skin cream and cologne that were lined up in front of the mirror. He lifted the cologne bottle and held it under his nose. Mmm, heaven.

Behind him, the mattress springs creaked as Dad rolled onto his side and stopped snoring. It was a warm night and the small amount of light that filtered into the room picked out the sheen on Dad’s skin.

Jamal put down the bottle and went over to the bed, his heart pounding like crazy. He kneeled down beside the bed and watched the big man sleep, his chest rising and falling like some geological feature. He was so goddamn big. It was hard to believe he’d taken him up against the kitchen wall.

He was close enough to feel the warmth from Dad’s body on his face. Close enough to reach out and touch him. But he couldn’t quite dare.

Dad snuffled in his sleep and rubbed at his face, making Jamal jump. You pussy. Just do something. He took a deep breath and reached for the sheets.
 

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Published June 2, 2012 9 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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