My Ex-Stepdaddy Took My Virginity 2.

My phone’s alarm rang suddenly. I looked at the screen. 12 AM. My eighteenth birthday—one of the most important days of my life where I fully turned into an adult. And I’m starting it in a clubhouse.

How ironic.

I pushed the door open slightly.

My eyes widened.

Adrian was on his knees. A young man was seated on the bed, his legs spread wide to accommodate Adrian as he bobbed his head on the man's girth.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL?!

Adrian wasn’t having an affair with a woman.

He has been sucking another man's dick behind my mother’s back.

I leaned against the door, my eyes still almost pulled out of the sockets. My gaze raked over Adrian’s huge frame as his head glided slowly with precision.

The other guy threw his head backward, his face contorted with pleasure. “Ahhh… your mouth is so warm. I could cum right away.”

He grinded his hips on the bed, moaning as his left hand gripped Adrian’s head to keep him in place.

I began to reach down slowly to get my phone from my pocket but my hand couldn’t just grip around the phone.

Adrian moaned, his voice husky on the guy’s cock. He pulled back, breathing heavily as drool coated his lips and the guy’s cock.

The guy lowered his head. Then grabbed Adrian’s jaw. “Older men really know the drill. Let me fill your greedy mouth with my warm seed then I breed your hole next.”

Adrian nodded.

He lowered his head again, his lips wrapping around the medium sized girth.

Adrian took the guy deeper this time. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the small room.

I could see the way Adrian’s throat bobbled, taking more of the shaft until his nose pressed against the guy’s trimmed pubic hair.

The young man groaned loudly and bucked his hips up, forcing himself even further into Adrian’s mouth.

“Fuck yes. Just like that. You suck cock like a pro,” the guy growled.

My heart hammered in my chest. I knew I should turn away witnessing such a thing or start recording, but my feet stayed planted. My eyes refused to leave what was happening beside me.

Adrian looked completely different like this. On his knees in that tight black shirt, his broad shoulders flexing, his strong hands gripping the guy’s thighs for balance. The dark shades were gone now, tossed on the bed. His hair was messy from the guy’s fingers pulling at it.

A strange heat started spreading through my body. My cock twitched inside my jeans.

I hated it.

This is my stepfather. The man who married my mom. The one I had wanted revenge on for cheating on my mother. But watching his lips stretch around that cock, watching the thick saliva drip down his chin and onto the guy’s balls, had made my own dick start to harden.

I pressed my palm against the front of my pants without thinking, trying to calm it down, but the pressure only made it worse.

Adrian pulled off again with a loud pop. Strings of spit connected his swollen lips to the glistening cock. He stroked the shaft slowly with one big hand while he licked around the head, his tongue swirling over the slit to catch the precum leaking out.

The guy shivered and cursed under his breath.

“You want my load down your throat, daddy?” the guy asked, his voice thick with lust.

Adrian answered by swallowing him whole again. He bobbed faster now. His head moved with practiced rhythm, twisting slightly on every upstroke.

One of his hands slipped between the guy’s legs and massaged his balls, rolling them gently. The wet sucking noises grew louder.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

Adrian’s own cock pressed hard against the front of his baggy jeans, clearly outlined and straining.

I swallowed hard. My breathing had gone shallow. My hand stayed pressed against my growing erection, rubbing slowly through the fabric.

Fuck.

Why was this turning me on?

Adrian’s mouth looked so full. So skilled. The way his throat bulged every time he took the guy deep made my own cock throb painfully. I could feel precum leaking into my underwear.

My face burned with shame and something darker, hotter.

The guy started thrusting up into Adrian’s mouth, fucking his face with short, deep strokes. “I’m close. Gonna fill that greedy mouth.”

Adrian moaned around the cock, the vibration making the guy cry out. He held Adrian’s head in both hands now and fucked his throat harder. Adrian’s eyes watered but he never pulled away. He took every thrust like he needed it.

“Shit. Here it comes.”

The guy’s body tensed. His hips stuttered. He pushed deep and held Adrian there as he started to cum.

I watched Adrian’s throat flutter, swallowing around the pulsing cock.

Thick spurts must have been shooting straight down his throat. Adrian kept sucking through it, milking every drop, his Adam’s apple bobbing repeatedly.

When the guy finally finished, Adrian pulled off slowly. A thin string of cum and spit still connected his lower lip to the tip of the softening cock. He licked it clean with one long swipe of his tongue, then swallowed visibly, gulping down the last of the load.

Then, Adrian turned his head toward the door.

My head skipped a bit.

His eyes met mine instantly. His lips were red and shiny, a smear of cum still at the corner of his mouth. He did not look shocked or ashamed. Instead, a slow, dirty smirk spread across his face.

“Oh, my dearest stepson,” he said, his voice low and rough from the throat fucking. “Did you enjoy watching one of my exclusive blowjob sessions? Looks like you got quite the show on your birthday.”

His eyes dropped deliberately to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and his smirk deepened.

“Or maybe… you would finally be mine. Since you can start doing ‘adult’ things, right?”

I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t move.

I just stared back with a stirring cock inside my pants.

Adult things? Was that what he meant at the dining table?!

“Happy 18th Birthday, Stepson.” He rasped, the tone sending heat crawling down my spine.