Midnight Confessions

Alex was washing the final of the dinner plates in the kitchen sink. It was too still, now that his mother had just left for her weekend visit to her sister. He could feel Mark staring at him through dinner - those looks that sent a strange churning through his gut. Flirting, that's what it was, or at least it began as that months ago. He tried to clear his mind, washing the plates. But then he heard the footsteps from behind him, heavy and slow. His stepdad loomed in the doorway, his bulk filling the room. Alex's heart pounded in his chest. He was 22, but with his step dad, he felt young, vulnerable. His step dad, Mark, was 45, all muscle from years of working on the job site, the devilish look in his eyes hinting at things Alex didn't want, but wanted so badly. 'Need a hand with that?' Mark's deep voice was low in Alex's ear, close enough that Alex could taste the beer he had drunk at dinner. He didn't wait for an answer, stepping right up behind Alex, his chest brushing against Alex's back. Alex froze, the plate dropping with a crash into the sink. 'I, um, I can do it,' Alex gasped. But he didn't, couldn't, as Mark's hands clamped down on his hips, gripping tight. His hips tightened, drawing him closer until he could feel Mark's body against his. 'You sure about that, kid?' Mark whispers, the warmth of his breath tickling Alex's ear. One hand moved up, fingers curling around Alex's waist, his thumb sliding along the hem of Alex's shirt, and he stopped when his thumb tapped Alex's dick.“I.uh.this is wrong.” “I…uh…this is wrong.” Alex mumbled. “Mom won't like this. Please… mom would not like this. You…you are my step-father.” Mark spun him around, firmly, to face him. Alex looked up into Mark's eyes, black, hungry, unflinching. 'I don't care about mom' Mark growled. 'Your mom's gone. Just us now.' Mark silenced his response with a kiss. It was a harsh kiss, Mark's lips bruising, his tongue pushing between Alex's teeth, swirling around, wet and insistent. Alex groaned into his mouth, his hands grabbing Mark's shirt. His d**k throbbed in his pants, growing thicker by the second as Mark's hands explored, one gripping the back of his neck to keep him in place, the other dropping down to grab his ass through his jeans. Mark thrust his hips forward, pressing his c**k through his jeans against Alex's. 'Oh f**k, you're already hard,' Mark grunted, pulling away from the kiss just enough to bite down on Alex's bottom lip. 'Y-yeah,' Alex replied, blushing. He wanted to roll his eyes and tell Mark to f**k off, but his body didn't listen, pressing into the hand. Mark's hand glided up, under Alex's shirt, tweaking a n****e. Alex groaned, the noise muffled by Mark's kiss, which grew deeper. Time passed as the kiss went deeper, hands rubbing. Alex's d**k was hard, leaking pre-c*m into his boxers. At last, Mark broke the kiss, his eyes fixed on Alex's blushed face. 'Bedroom. Now.' It wasn't a request. He pulled Alex's arm, dragging him from the kitchen and down the hall. Alex stumbled after him, legs weak and heart racing. He slammed the bedroom door behind them. Mark didn't waste time. He pushed Alex onto the bed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off. Alex felt the chill in the air on his bare skin, his n*****s tight as Mark's eyes devoured him. 'Take off the rest,' Mark growled, already pulling his shirt off, revealing a dark-haired chest, his muscles rippling. Alex undid his belt, pushing his jeans down to his ankles before stepping out of them. His erection jolted free, leaking, bobbing on his abdomen. Mark's eyes grew heavy, a smirk playing on his lips. He pushed Alex onto the bed, the springs squealing. Mark kneeled between his legs, pushing Alex's legs apart. 'Look at you, all eager,' Mark said, grasping Alex's c**k and pulling up and down. Alex groaned, thrusting up. Mark lowered his head, his breath falling over the tip, before his tongue slid out, licking the slit. The warm wetness made his toes curl, and a whine escaped him. “You want daddy’s c**k dont you?” Mark swallowed him, sucking down the length. He licked the head, the underside, then sucked his cheeks in, bobbing up and down. Alex grabbed the sheets, arching his back as Mark's throat constricted. Spit dribbled out, wet and warm, Mark's beard rubbing his balls. 'Oh f**k, I want your c**k…Mark,' Alex moaned, his d**k being sucked, his belly tightening. Mark popped his lips off, saliva stringing from his mouth to Alex's d**k. 'Not yet,' he growled, pushing his pants down. He had a thick, veined d**k. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, which Alex hadn't even noticed, and slicked himself up with rapid strokes. He rolled Alex over, pulling his hips up. 'Ass up, boy.' Alex obeyed, face down, his body quaking as Mark's fingers entered him, slippery and demanding, opening him up. One, two, scissoring. Alex bit the pillow, the pain mingling with a spark of want. Mark positioned, the head of his c**k pressing in. 'I'm going to f**k you hard,' he growled, starting slow, inch by inch, stretching Alex's ass to capacity. Alex moaned, the burn of the stretch, the pain but the pleasure as Mark slammed fully in, balls slapping his ass. He began to thrust, slow at first, rolling his hips as he bottomed out and made Alex's head spin. Then faster, picking up speed, bed banging against the wall. Mark's fingers dug into Alex's hips, bruising him, yanking him back on each thrust. 'Take it, f**k - so tight,' Mark grunted, his back glistening with sweat.