Step Connection (Patreon)

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When my Mom finally married her longtime boyfriend, Kyle came with the deal.

He was two years older. I had seen him loosely over time around school, but we never got close, even when they started slowly moving in, before eventually staying permanently. He had his own life, his own friends who seemed cool to me. He wasn't mean about it, but he didn’t care to associate too much with me. He just wasn't interested. He'd show up for dinners, nod at the right times, and disappear back upstairs. He was kind of quiet, which added a bit of mystery, but as long as I had my room in the back of the house to myself, nothing about them living there bothered me at all.

Easter weekend, his room got converted for my aunt and uncle. My mom knocked on my door with a no-nonsense look on her face that she gets sometimes. 

"Kyle's going to bunk with you for a few nights." I opened my mouth. She was already gone.

He moved in with a duffel bag and his phone charger and took the futon without a word. First night, fine. Second night, fine. We kept to our own screens, our own corners of the room. It wasn't awkward exactly. It was just nothing. I had to beat off in the bathroom instead of my room. That was the only big difference.

The third night, I was gaming at my desk when he looked up from his phone.

"You watch porn, right?"

I looked over at him. He had his back against the wall, one knee up, phone resting on his chest. 

"Yeah," I said. "Why?"

"I'm bored of everything I’ve seen. What sites do you use?"

I almost laughed. "I mean. Instagram, mostly. Some Twitter stuff."

He made a face. "That's it?"

"I'm not exactly running a porn library over here."

He sat up a little. "What kind of Twitter stuff?"

I shrugged and tossed him my phone with my twitter open. He scrolled for a minute without saying anything. He nodded a few times, smiling. 

“I didn’t even know Twitter had porn,” he said. 

“I mean, if you’re bored of the vanilla stuff on Instagram.”

“Bro I haven’t beat off to instagram in forever. I moved on to like… pornhub and stuff.”

“I’ve never even looked at pornhub,” I said casually, still playing on my laptop.

He seemed shocked, like he wanted to call me out or something, but he was enrapt by the feed on my phone as he kept scrolling. Then he stopped.

"Is this a girl?"

I stopped my game and crossed the room, leaning over him to look. I recognized it as one of the girls with dicks, but it was partially obscured, so he didn’t know for sure.

"She has a dick."

He looked up.

"Femboy stuff…" he said suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. 

"If she's hot, she's hot," I said.

He looked back at the screen, then kept scrolling as I watched, ready to point out any further nuance that interested him. He stopped again, longer this time. I chuckled through my nose at what he'd landed on. It was less coded than the first one. This one wasn’t a femboy, more just a guy. A feminine sort of guy, with a big round ass that he was playing with for the camera, but still, not even kind of a girl.

He handed the phone back to me slowly. He looked confused. Not horrified, just, puzzled.

"I didn't realize you were into dudes."

"I'm not gay," I said matter-of-factly.

"Okay."

"I'm not."

"I'm not saying you are."

"Alright."

He looked at his own phone for a second. "But you'd suck a dude's dick."

I opened my mouth to answer and the answer just came out. "Yeah."

He stared at me.

I stared back, narrowing my eyes, but not at him. I was just thinking.

"Oh," I said, coming to a bit of a realization.

"Yeah."

"Huh," I said, pondering the thought.

"You really never thought about it before?"

"I mean." I stretched my back, my nervous tic. 

I looked at the ceiling. "Not in those words."

"Bro." He was almost laughing. "You are brain rotted."

"That I am, Kyle," I said, exhaling, reaching down like a reflex and adjusting myself through my boxers, moving the erection I had gotten from the porn talk. "That I am."

We went back to our screens. A few minutes passed. The thought of sucking a dick crawled through my brain. He had planted some seed. I thought about every video online I had ever seen of a blowjob. I pictured being the one giving it. It occurred to me that I didn’t hate the idea. 

Kyle’s phone started making some loud porn noise, enough to fill the room. The tension in my body rose slightly. The proximity was getting to me. I was about to explode, in one way or another, while I stared at my computer screen and failed to advance the game I was playing. I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about dick.

He broke the silence, speaking quietly, tentatively. "So does that mean I could get some blowjobs?"

That was the thing that stunned me. The image and idea flashed through my mind instantly. A dick in my face. His dick in my face. His dick in my mouth. I thought about it for maybe five seconds, and decided what I wanted to do.

I didn't answer. I got up, crossed the room to his futon, and reached for his waistband.  

I felt his lean abs tense up under my fingers when I touched him. He lifted his butt automatically and let me pull them down. The smell hit me immediately. He was clean, but had his own dense scent emanating off of him. It was manly, it was wrong, and it wasn’t that different than the shit I watched on Twitter every day. His member was engorged and slapped his abs when it came out. True to my nature, I didn’t overthink it. I leaned down and put my mouth on it.

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He immediately sank into it without questioning it, which went along great with my newly found motivation to do this. At first it was mechanical, but soon as his body started responding to my touch and movements, it felt like sex. 

He was focused on himself, but he wasn't selfish about it. He put one hand on my head, like he wanted to make sure this was real. He didn’t push me down, and he started talking after a minute. 

“You’re really good at that,” he said. “It’s your first time?”

I mumbled in the affirmative around his dick. 

He told me to slow down, then speed up. He thrust involuntarily into my mouth, hitting my throat, then asked if I was okay. He spoke a lot, but in a low and steady voice, like he was trying not to wake anyone up.

I could feel how much he was enjoying it. His stomach kept tightening. His breathing was getting worse by degrees, these short controlled exhales that kept losing their control.

Up this close he smelled different than I expected. Different than me. More masculine, somehow, denser, but it was good. The taste of him hit me in the back of the throat and sank into me, coating me on the inside.

"You're actually incredible at this," he said, almost to himself. "This is my first time getting one."

I pulled back enough to speak, the tip of his dick still touching my lips. "For real?"

"Yeah," he said with a tense exhale, waiting for my next movement.

"You have game at school though, with the girls." I licked once under his cock, making him shiver after the brief pause.

"With girls. But, I don’t know girls who do this."

I nodded slowly, sort of understanding. I didn't have anything else to say, so I went back to work, and tightened my lips onto his dick again.

A minute later he tilted his phone toward me, keeping himself in my mouth while he angled the screen. The girl on the screen was going wild on a cock, one hand reaching under the guy, playing with his ass.

I looked up at him. His face had changed. He wanted to ask me something. There was anticipation there, and hope, and underneath both of those, a thin layer that looked like fear.

“Do… that?” he squeaked out as I massaged his shaft. 

My own dick was raging below me, hard to the point of hurting, so swollen I wasn't sure anymore if it was horniness or if a jackhammer was trying to break out of my body through my cock. It felt like pressure had been building for years and was now trying to find a way out of my body through the most direct route available.

I reached for his ass, and he held his breath. He nudged me further onto the bed until I was lying down between his knees. He shifted under me and lifted his legs until the soft skin of his inner thighs held my ears. I pressed my thumbs into the meat of him butt and started working outward, like a massage, then back in, reading his reactions.

"Oh yeahh," he breathed, sighing when my thumbs got closer to the center.

I kept going, spreading his butt cheeks a little further as his dick returned to my mouth. He started leaking onto my tongue, steadily releasing the pre-cum that reminded me how much more of a man he was than me. I kept rubbing circles around his sweaty hole, closer and closer to the place he wanted me to go.

His thighs tensed rhythmically against the sides of my head, blocking out all sound in waves. For moments between his movements, I heard nothing but the ringing in my ears, mild, contemplative moments where I let myself go into a trance, experiencing only this. His breathing was gone now, just small broken sounds.

I sank down and took him fully into my throat, letting him stretch me, and pushed my thumb inside him.

He seized up, his thighs clamping my head in place. My eyes watered as blood rushed into my head. The most sexual experience of my life had taken over me. He tried to say something and choked on it, the words catching in his throat. His steel cock went harder inside me, straighter, thicker in pulses, the rod of pressure I could feel all the way to the back of my skull. His ass clamped around my thumb, sucking me further into him in oscillations. His legs locked and I braced as the intensity of it all gave me a mental orgasm, mirroring his physical one, pulsing directly into my entire body.

I held there, and my eyes poured down and I stopped counting the pulses.

He came down slowly. His body went slack in segments, muscle by muscle, until he was just lying there breathing. I pulled off him, sucked in a hard breath, coughed once, and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"Bro," he said, staring at the ceiling. "What did you do to me?"

"What are bros for," I said, calm as I could manage, reaching back and grabbing my own aching cock and giving it a couple of pulls.

He looked down at me. "Here," he said. "I owe you one."

He reached over and took me in his fist and got his grip expertly tight around the perfect parts of my shaft. He did it on the first try, hard and fast, from exactly the right angle. I got the brief idea that he'd had practice doing this for someone else at some point. I lasted about fifteen seconds until I said, “Ok”. 

He let my flags fly, painting the floor and partially his hip and leg, and he kept going until I flinched from the sensitivity. Then he let go. I grabbed myself to milk out the last drop, the instinctive ritual only making sense on myself.

We both looked around at the situation. I was stunned. The sensation of doing that with someone, as a completely kissless virgin was ringing through my entire body. I was worn out, but honestly I felt like I could go again immediately. I was hungry for it, ravenous even, but I knew it was over for now.

"Probably need a shower," I said.

"Nah," he said. "I'm good."

"Yeah,” I said, giving up the pretense. “Me too."

I went back to my bed and lay down facing him. He was already on his back, his eyes closing.

"We should do that again sometime," I said.

"As soon as possible," he said, his voice trailing.

I curled up under my covers and watched him go to sleep, his breath getting more and more even, until my eyes closed too.