Chopper grunted each time he impaled me, and that sound, along with my own pitiful groans and the slapping of our skin together were the only sounds in the room.
Suddenly, I had felt Chopper’s hand leave my hip and slide down under me. His beefy paw found my cock right away, and I heard him snicker after he grabbed it.
I don’t know why he was amused. Maybe it was because he found my dick hard, or maybe he got a chuckle after feeling how small my dick was, although in reality it isn’t little, except in comparison with Chopper’s, of course.
At any rate, his thumb and index finger pinched my cock hard as he began to pull on it. His touch was not loving or tender, it was as rough as his handling of the rest of me was. He yanked on my dick as if he was trying to pull it clear off of me, the back of his hand slapping my nuts on the down-stroke, and as he jerked me off his thrusting got harder and faster.
Why was I enjoying this? I was being taken – not being made love to in any conventional manner – but it was more like being mounted and savaged. Chopper sounded more animal than human as his orgasm neared, the bed squeaking and lurching as his body lurched us back and forth, and when he came I knew it.
Not only did he fill my ass with his seed, but he let out a growl that sent shivers down my spine as his cock twitched inside of me for a while. I came a few seconds after Chopper, spraying the sheets with my cum until I was drained.
Chopper leaned back, letting his deflated organ slither out of me, and I sank down onto the bedding as he climbed out of the bed. I heard the door open and saw his shadow against the wall over my headboard. He paused at the doorway for a moment, and then said the same thing that he would say every time upon leaving.
“Goodnight Brian,” Chopper said, and I answered, just like I would do every time as well.
“Goodnight Daddy.”
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Tonight…
It took a long time for Chopper to come tonight. Maybe it was because he had fucked his wife earlier in the evening. I knew that because I could hear them. They aren’t quiet about it, and when I heard the familiar sounds I had gone down the hall and listened at the door.
I was turned on by the sounds, and stood there leaning on the door while masturbating as they made love. Not only was I aroused, but I was jealous too. I wanted it to be me underneath Chopper, having his sweat dripping on me as his huge cock filled my rectum, and hoped that he would not be fully satisfied when he finished with Carol.
We’ve spoken about it when Chopper wasn’t around – sharing my innermost feelings with my step-mother while asking her how she felt about this living arrangement. As it turns out, she isn’t jealous of me at all, not like I am of her sometimes.
“I couldn’t do it with him. Not in my ass,” Carol had confided in me one day. “He hurt me like you wouldn’t believe – really tore me up the time we tried it. I can’t believe you can handle it. To be perfectly honest, I’ve had plenty of men in my life before Chopper, but he’s by far the biggest.”
As proof of his virility, tonight Chopper had come into my room after drilling his wife into the headboard, and did me with the passion of a man who hadn’t had sex in years. Like always, I had hoped for something more personal and more intimate when he came into the room, hoping for that one day when perhaps he’ll let me touch him, or even suck on his incredible cock, but I’ll take what I can get.
It took him over seven minutes to get off tonight, with Chopper still milking my limp dick despite the fact that I had cum minutes earlier. After he emptied his balls into me, he sighed and climbed out of the bed, lumbering toward the door and pausing before leaving, just like always.
“Goodnight Brian.”
“Goodnight Daddy.”
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