Rebel Promiscuous Boy & the Stepdad - Part 1: A Hoe on Fire

Sex is like a rollercoaster of pleasure and a pinch of pain – the wild ride that keeps you coming back for more.

Jan 16, 2024

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling countryside. Billy Bob, my mom’s latest beau, had become an unexpected fixture in our lives. The truck rattled and groaned down the dirt road leading to our house.

“We should head to the lake this weekend, do some fishin’. You and me,” Billy suggested, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Your mom mentioned you like campin’. How ’bout we rough it for a couple of days, like real men?”

“Sure, I don’t mind getting away for a few days,” I replied.

Arriving home, chaos greeted us in the form of Billy’s overenthusiastic fur babies, their muddy paws making a beeline for my new white shorts.

“Down, down!” I hollered, trying to push ’em away.

“They’re just excited to see their brother, Josh,” Billy reassured, unloading groceries from the truck.

“Excited or not, my clothes didn’t sign up for a mud spa,” I muttered, darting into the bathroom to salvage my soiled shorts.

Stripping down to my white briefs, I plunged the shorts into the sink in the washroom.

“It’s just dirt; don’t get all worked up,” Billy’s voice drifted in from the doorway, a nonchalant remark that pricked my nerves.

My gaze snapped in his direction, a silent comeback brewing on my tongue. Before I could respond, the ring of a phone spared Billy Bob from my impending verbal onslaught.

I glimpsed Billy in the mirror, his gaze drifting down to my legs and then to the bulge barely contained by my low-cut briefs.

My mother had a penchant for younger men, and Billy was just days away from his 30th birthday. Something was captivating about how he eyed me with his electric green gaze. I was 100 percent sure he was sending fuck smoke signals. Mom wouldn’t mind if I cared for Daddy while she was on her cruise. Pretty sure she was feasting on many cock-tails.

“Are you there?!” The voice barked over the phone.

“Yeah... Yeah, sorry,” he replied, pacing the hallway before ending the call. “That was work. Gotta head in for a few to take care of a few things,” he said, stuffing his hands in his tight jeans.

“Where’re y’heading tonight?” I padded to the dryer, lightly grazing his arm.

“The Riverfront. Your ma’s away, so it’ll be just you here,” he drawled, propping against the wall with a sly smile.

“I’m a grown man, capable of takin’ care of myself,” I teased, tossing my shorts into the dryer with a playful twinkle in my eye.

Billy’s eyes drifted down to my crotch. “You reckon?” His arm playfully blocked my exit, and his gaze roamed over me, a subtle curl to his lips.

“Maybe,” I replied with a coy grin, feeling excited.

“No parties. Keep the doors locked. Don’t drink all my beers,” Billy said, crossing his arm.

“Ok… Dad.” I joked.

“Damn right, I’m your Daddy,” he chuckled. “If you go out, be home by midnight, or that ass is mine.”

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Brodie, my best straight bud, and I made it to the club. The line was wrapped around the corner, but we never stood in lines. We’re always on the list, thanks to my weekly dick appointment with the owner.

“Looks like they hired a new guy. He looks familiar.” I said, walking past the line of folk to the V.I.P. line.

The bouncer is dressed like a John Wick ripoff but built like a bodybuilder. You know, the kind that’ll pick you up, slam you against the wall, place your legs on their shoulders, and eat you out until their face is covered in your juices.

“You probably fucked him,” Brodie jabbed.

The bouncer padded over to the V.I.P. line. “Josh, what’s up!.”

“Yep,” I looked at Brodie and smiled.

“Hey, you! Josh Green and guest,” I replied. “Personal friend of Javier Brighton, the owner. We should be on the list.

“Of course, Mr. Green. Good to see you again. Do you have your band?”

I held my wrist out for him to scan. My photo, name, and fake I.D. appeared on his screen.

“Jake, right?” He looked like a Jake.

“Chris,” he said dryly.

“Right, Chris! We hooked up at Greenie’s pool party last year.”

“Close...It was two months ago.... in the mudroom.”

“Mudroom...yeah, I remember. My eyes motioned down to his crotch. “Time is so weird. It seemed like twelve inches ago.”

“Enough yapping,” Brodie said, pushing me forward. “Was the dick that good?”

“Fucked me stupid like a rag doll.” My legs went weak just thinking about it.

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Brodie darted for the dance floor, and I planted close to the bar. A black-haired guy approached the bar and flashed a bright smile, “What brings you in tonight?”

“Guys with B.D.E. Big Dick Energy,” I replied.

“How about B.M.E. Big Money Energy,” he smiled.

“I prefer the dick,” I smiled and turned to walk away. I spotted Chris near the door.

I stood beside him against the wall, and he fixed his gaze on the dance floor. “Meeting you again feels like fate givin’ us an encore. So, are you on door duty or just keepin’ those watchful eyes on me?”

He turned and leaned in towards me. “You need to work on your pickup lines. They’re stale as fuck.”

I smirked and slid closer to the tall Spartan warrior, whose suit left nothing to the imagination. “I’m making up new material as I go. It’s not often that I get to be in the presence of so much man.

You’re... dangerously tempting.”

“Dangerously tempting?” he asked.

I turned to face him eye to eye. “You had me in a wheelchair for a week.”

He laughed out loud, a roar like a lion that only turned me on more. “A wheelchair, now that’s a new one. Crutches, I’ve heard... but not a wheelchair.” He padded over to the exit door and glanced over his shoulder to check if I was following.

“Going to have some fun with the bouncer, be back soon =).” I texted Brodie.

He replied, “Don’t swallow!”

The door slammed against the outside wall as we tongue wrestled and stumbled out the door into the dark alley. His hands moved feverishly, squeezing my ass tightly as he forcibly pressed me to the brick wall.

The alley was dark and smelled of crap, but that didn’t matter. I wanted him inside me, and I didn’t care where it happened. He moved his thumb across my lips.

“You’re lips are so fucking hot.”

His thickness aching to be unleashed. My hands moved over his crotch. I pulled his pants down around his massive thighs and slid my hands underneath his boxers.

He grabbed his cock and proceeded to dick-slap me into submission. “Open your fucking mouth,” he ordered.

I obeyed.

It was just after two in the morning, and folks were still walking the streets, bar hopping. The tip of Chris’ cock pressed against my lips. My tongue lapped at the head before opening wide to receive him.

My cock throbbed as I bobbed up and down on his dick. I guided his thrust as he slid in and out of my mouth. His deep throaty groans made my dick jump as I tried my best to deep throat his shaft.

We couldn’t get completely naked. We needed to be able to pull up quickly and run. I pulled his cock from my lips and worked my hand up and down his shaft while coating his dick with my saliva—making it slippery wet while I licked his low hangers.

His breathing was labored, and his balls tightened as I continued to roll them in my mouth, sucking and tonguing them as I warmed the creamy nut that housed itself in his sack.

My tongue darted over his mushroom cockhead as pre-cum oozed from the slit of his dick. I caught his sweet, salty, translucent nectar as much as possible.

I plunged down on his cock as his pubic hair tickled my nose. My eyes watered as I felt his cock fill my throat. I pulled back, gasping for air. Chris let out a hardy chuckle.

He pulled me in for a deep kiss. His tongue fluttered in my mouth as his hand reached down to my backside and fingered my ass.

A moan escaped my lips as he entered me.

“You like my finger in your tight hole, huh?”

I nodded and sunk my teeth into his flesh as his head flung back in passion; he returned the favor.

Chris fumbled with my belt buckle.

“Wait, let me,” I said, snapping the buckle back. He turned and pressed me to the cool brick wall. He knelt down and licked in one lone motion from my taint to the top of my ass.

My right leg trembled with anticipation as he parted my cheeks, tasting my center.

Drips of pre-cum fell from my cock onto my jeans situated away around my ankles.

His cock slid down the crease of my ass as his left hand reached around and slowly jerked my cock, teasing me with his thickness.

“Mmm, nice and wet down there,” he said, lifting my shirt over my head.

His calloused hands roamed the length of my back as his cock sat atop my bubble ass. We swayed momentarily to the music’s bass that escaped through the windows above.

His cock pushed against my tight walls as I took in a deep numbing breath. His thickness broke through, stretching me wide as he pushed his hardness deeper into me.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as saliva dripped from his lips onto his dick, acting as lube. I reached back and pulled his hips further into me, wanting all of him inside of me.

The sound of a door slamming against the wall stirred us. Chris continued to pump slowly as he looked down the alley.

“We better hurry,” I said, reaching down between my legs and cupping his balls. His thrusts quickened, sending my body rocking into the wall.

“Just like that. Fuck yourself, slut.”

Drenched in sweat, he yanked my jeans from around my feet and flung them on the nearby rail. His shirt was next to go. It gave me a chance to admire his muscled body.

I bent over and kissed his pumped biceps.

He hoisted me around his waist. My back propped against the wall as he lined his cock with my hole. “Look at me,” he commanded, tightening his hand around my throat.

“You like the way my dick feels?” he asked, taking his cock and slamming it into my ass.

My body tensed, and my legs gripped tightly around his waist.

“That’s right, grip my dick. Grip it! Pull my nut out, bitch.”

I usually didn’t go for the dirty talk, but Chris was saying all the right things. I wanted him. I needed him. I wanted him to hurt me and hurt me good.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted.

Chris’ grip around my throat tightened as he leaned in, bit my bottom lip, and spat in my mouth.

“You’re going to be sorry,” he said, running his thumb along my lips.

He grabbed hold of my waist….pumping feverishly. His balls slapped against my taint. No matter how hard he served the dick up, I wanted more.

“Slap me!” I hollered.

His hand met my face repeatedly, each contact leaving my cheeks ablaze. “Harder!” I demanded, and he obliged.

Sweat poured from his his face.

I reached up and fisted his hair while I pumped my cock, matching Chris’ rhythm. Moans filled the alley as his cock explored the depths of my creamy hole.

His grunts grew louder with each thrust. He flung me back to the wall. The prick of the red brick bit into my skin as my back slid along the wall. My eyes crossed, and my hands blurred as I pumped my dick, sending my warm load over his sweaty chest.

Chris held me up as my body went limp.

“Easy,” I said, feeling him hit my tender spot.

“Fuck that, I’m getting this nut,” he shouted.

The force of his stroke sent me retreating, but he held me in place, slamming his hips into me, punishing my cheeks. He turned and braced his back against the wall as he held me around his waist.

He grabbed my hands and pushed me back, his fingers intertwined. I leaned back, allowing him full access to my hole. His eyes closed, and his mouth gaped as he unleashed his load deep inside me.

Chris’ pace slowed as I collapsed into his arms. I worked my ass, milking every last drop from his cock. He eased out slowly as his cum dripped down my leg.

This giant of a man stood speechless with his eyes closed and a broad smile on his face, gripping his dick.

I reached for my pants.

“You leaving?” he asked, pushing up from the wall.

“Yeah, I have to be somewhere.” I looked at my watch to check the time. It was quarter to midnight. “Let’s keep in touch.”

I smiled. “Maybe we add swing or handcuffs.” I turned to sprint off just as he grabbed my arm.

“I like fucking you,” he said, fishing a card from his pocket. “We can do all that and more,” he said, smiling, then kissed me. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”

“You hurt me in the best way,” I replied.

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