Chapter 3: First TasteMom left for work early the next morning, her suitcase rolling out the door with a final wave. The house felt different immediately charged, quieter, ours. Max gave me a look over his coffee that made my stomach flip. “Garage. Ten minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.”I showered quickly, heart racing, then headed out. The garage was dim, tools neatly organized on the walls, Max’s truck parked inside. He stood by the workbench in a tight gray tank top and gym shorts, arms crossed, looking every inch the experienced, dominant man I’d fantasized about.“Lock the side door,” he ordered.I did, then turned to face him. Max crooked a finger, beckoning me closer until I stood right in front of him. His hand came up, cupping my jaw firmly.“You ready to learn how to please a real man, Jake?” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “No more porn. Real cock. Your stepdad’s cock.”I nodded, already breathless. “Yes, sir.”Max pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and hea
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