jushorny
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I was looking forward to going home for the summer. The first year of college had been interesting; full of fun and yet still stressful. I discovered university education was so much different from high school. While I was pretty confident in handling partying, classes, and an active sex life all at the same time, I was looking forward to the down time a summer at home would provide.
I remembered a recent conversation with my roommate when he said, “Jack, you got it made in the shade, I wish my life was as good as yours. You have the intelligence to get through this school with honors, the athleticism to be an outstanding baseball player, a mother who loves you, strong financial backing to do anything you want, a new step-dad who, from what I hear wants to be more of a friend than domineering parent. You have the ability to excel beyond your wildest dreams. You have the looks women adore, a puppy face yet strong, well built body, with, from what I hear, the ability to give a lady what she needs, if you know what I mean. Shit, you’re the man bedding the most gorgeous girls on campus.”
I had to admit, if I thought about it my roommate was right. The ladies adored my body from the curly shoulder length black hair, perfect to run fingers through, to the hard muscles of my arms, chest, abs, thighs; the patch of hair in the center of my chest that formed a trail down the center of my torso, to my round muscled butt perfect for grabbing while my slightly above average cock pistoned in and out of their wet pussy. Wet because I loved licking and eating a girl’s cunt. Not much gave me more pleasure than pleasing the girl I was with on any particular night. I didn’t realize at the time, what aroused me more than anything was pleasuring the human body.
I guess my reluctance in truly believing all this had to do with what was waiting for me at home. True, I was looking forward to tapping some local pussy, women I’d already been with before leaving for school. It would be good to hook back up with each and everyone one of them. But home life had changed and while I assumed it was for the better, I still had wondered how it would involve me.
There was some uncertainty knowing I was arriving at home with a new step-dad and a mom who was off on business travel. I was hoping to spend time with mom and even with mom and step-dad together. Although, I knew she was a true business woman in all respects and it paid well. With mom, profession was first, home life took second fiddle.
My mom had recently re-married and God knows, I only wish her the best. While I had no proof, but I swear the man she married was a good 10 years younger than her, which put him someplace between father figure and bud when it came to me. I had yet to know which way it would turn out. He seemed friendly enough the few times we’d been together and I clearly understood my mom’s love for him. He was good looking, intelligent, and seemed to know what he wanted. He appeared to be a man that would get whatever he wanted in the end. Even I would admit he was good looking, intelligent, and conversational.
I arrived home mid-afternoon and the house was empty. I dumped my stuff in my room and texted a few friends looking for something to do that night. I’d finished my first beer and decided I’d take a shower while waiting for replies from my friends. I finished showering, pulled on a pair of athletic shorts, with nothing under as would be my normal way of dressing while hanging out. I was shirtless given the warm summer air flowing through the house.
I was reaching for a beer when I heard the front door open and assumed my new step-dad had walked into the house. I was both anxious, but not necessarily nervous, wondering how our initial alone time together would go. I would never admit it, but I did look up to him and hoped, beyond hope, he would fulfill what both mom and I needed.
I wasn’t worried just more curious. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted more a friend or father figure. I grabbed a second beer, opened both and headed towards the door thinking that offering him a beer would set the tone for a relaxing time together.
I was looking forward to going home for the summer. The first year of college had been interesting; full of fun and yet still stressful. I discovered university education was so much different from high school. While I was pretty confident in handling partying, classes, and an active sex life all at the same time, I was looking forward to the down time a summer at home would provide.
I remembered a recent conversation with my roommate when he said, “Jack, you got it made in the shade, I wish my life was as good as yours. You have the intelligence to get through this school with honors, the athleticism to be an outstanding baseball player, a mother who loves you, strong financial backing to do anything you want, a new step-dad who, from what I hear wants to be more of a friend than domineering parent. You have the ability to excel beyond your wildest dreams. You have the looks women adore, a puppy face yet strong, well built body, with, from what I hear, the ability to give a lady what she needs, if you know what I mean. Shit, you’re the man bedding the most gorgeous girls on campus.”
I had to admit, if I thought about it my roommate was right. The ladies adored my body from the curly shoulder length black hair, perfect to run fingers through, to the hard muscles of my arms, chest, abs, thighs; the patch of hair in the center of my chest that formed a trail down the center of my torso, to my round muscled butt perfect for grabbing while my slightly above average cock pistoned in and out of their wet pussy. Wet because I loved licking and eating a girl’s cunt. Not much gave me more pleasure than pleasing the girl I was with on any particular night. I didn’t realize at the time, what aroused me more than anything was pleasuring the human body.
I guess my reluctance in truly believing all this had to do with what was waiting for me at home. True, I was looking forward to tapping some local pussy, women I’d already been with before leaving for school. It would be good to hook back up with each and everyone one of them. But home life had changed and while I assumed it was for the better, I still had wondered how it would involve me.
There was some uncertainty knowing I was arriving at home with a new step-dad and a mom who was off on business travel. I was hoping to spend time with mom and even with mom and step-dad together. Although, I knew she was a true business woman in all respects and it paid well. With mom, profession was first, home life took second fiddle.
My mom had recently re-married and God knows, I only wish her the best. While I had no proof, but I swear the man she married was a good 10 years younger than her, which put him someplace between father figure and bud when it came to me. I had yet to know which way it would turn out. He seemed friendly enough the few times we’d been together and I clearly understood my mom’s love for him. He was good looking, intelligent, and seemed to know what he wanted. He appeared to be a man that would get whatever he wanted in the end. Even I would admit he was good looking, intelligent, and conversational.
I arrived home mid-afternoon and the house was empty. I dumped my stuff in my room and texted a few friends looking for something to do that night. I’d finished my first beer and decided I’d take a shower while waiting for replies from my friends. I finished showering, pulled on a pair of athletic shorts, with nothing under as would be my normal way of dressing while hanging out. I was shirtless given the warm summer air flowing through the house.
I was reaching for a beer when I heard the front door open and assumed my new step-dad had walked into the house. I was both anxious, but not necessarily nervous, wondering how our initial alone time together would go. I would never admit it, but I did look up to him and hoped, beyond hope, he would fulfill what both mom and I needed.
I wasn’t worried just more curious. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted more a friend or father figure. I grabbed a second beer, opened both and headed towards the door thinking that offering him a beer would set the tone for a relaxing time together.
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