Rebel Promiscuous Boy & the Stepdad - Part 1: A Hoe on Fire
Sex is like a rollercoaster of pleasure and a pinch of pain – the wild ride that keeps you coming back for more.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling countryside. Billy Bob, my mom’s latest beau, had become an unexpected fixture in our lives. The truck rattled and groaned down the dirt road leading to our house.
“We should head to the lake this weekend, do some fishin’. You and me,” Billy suggested, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Your mom mentioned you like campin’. How ’bout we rough it for a couple of days, like real men?”
“Sure, I don’t mind getting away for a few days,” I replied.
Arriving home, chaos greeted us in the form of Billy’s overenthusiastic fur babies, their muddy paws making a beeline for my new white shorts.
“Down, down!” I hollered, trying to push ’em away.
“They’re just excited to see their brother, Josh,” Billy reassured, unloading groceries from the truck.
“Excited or not, my clothes didn’t sign up for a mud spa,” I muttered, darting into the bathroom to salvage my soiled shorts.
Stripping down to my white briefs, I plunged the shorts into the sink in the washroom.
“It’s just dirt; don’t get all worked up,” Billy’s voice drifted in from the doorway, a nonchalant remark that pricked my nerves.
My gaze snapped in his direction, a silent comeback brewing on my tongue. Before I could respond, the ring of a phone spared Billy Bob from my impending verbal onslaught.
I glimpsed Billy in the mirror, his gaze drifting down to my legs and then to the bulge barely contained by my low-cut briefs.
My mother had a penchant for younger men, and Billy was just days away from his 30th birthday. Something was captivating about how he eyed me with his electric green gaze. I was 100 percent sure he was sending fuck smoke signals. Mom wouldn’t mind if I cared for Daddy while she was on her cruise. Pretty sure she was feasting on many cock-tails.
“Are you there?!” The voice barked over the phone.
“Yeah... Yeah, sorry,” he replied, pacing the hallway before ending the call. “That was work. Gotta head in for a few to take care of a few things,” he said, stuffing his hands in his tight jeans.
“Where’re y’heading tonight?” I padded to the dryer, lightly grazing his arm.
“The Riverfront. Your ma’s away, so it’ll be just you here,” he drawled, propping against the wall with a sly smile.
“I’m a grown man, capable of takin’ care of myself,” I teased, tossing my shorts into the dryer with a playful twinkle in my eye.
Billy’s eyes drifted down to my crotch. “You reckon?” His arm playfully blocked my exit, and his gaze roamed over me, a subtle curl to his lips.
“Maybe,” I replied with a coy grin, feeling excited.
“No parties. Keep the doors locked. Don’t drink all my beers,” Billy said, crossing his arm.
“Ok… Dad.” I joked.
“Damn right, I’m your Daddy,” he chuckled. “If you go out, be home by midnight, or that ass is mine.”
Brodie, my best straight bud, and I made it to the club. The line was wrapped around the corner, but we never stood in lines. We’re always on the list, thanks to my weekly dick appointment with the owner.
“Looks like they hired a new guy. He looks familiar.” I said, walking past the line of folk to the V.I.P. line.
The bouncer is dressed like a John Wick ripoff but built like a bodybuilder. You know, the kind that’ll pick you up, slam you against the wall, place your legs on their shoulders, and eat you out until their face is covered in your juices.
“You probably fucked him,” Brodie jabbed.
The bouncer padded over to the V.I.P. line. “Josh, what’s up!.”
“Yep,” I looked at Brodie and smiled.
“Hey, you! Josh Green and guest,” I replied. “Personal friend of Javier Brighton, the owner. We should be on the list.
“Of course, Mr. Green. Good to see you again. Do you have your band?”
I held my wrist out for him to scan. My photo, name and fake I.D. appeared on his screen.
“Jake, right?” He looked like a Jake.
“Chris,” he said dryly.
“Right, Chris! We hooked up at Greenie’s pool party last year.”
“Close...It was two months ago.... in the mudroom.”
“Mudroom...yeah, I remember. My eyes motioned down to his crotch. “Time is so weird. It seemed like twelve inches ago.”
“Enough yapping,” Brodie said, pushing me forward. “Was the dick that good?”
“Fucked me stupid like a rag doll.” My legs went weak just thinking about it.
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Brodie darted for the dance floor, and I planted close to the bar. A black-haired guy approached the bar and flashed a bright smile, “What brings you in tonight?”
“Guys with B.D.E. Big Dick Energy,” I replied.
“How about B.M.E. Big Money Energy,” he smiled.
“I prefer the dick,” I smiled and turned to walk away. I spotted Chris near the door.
I stood beside him against the wall, and he fixed his gaze on the dance floor. “Meeting you again feels like fate givin’ us an encore. So, are you on door duty or just keepin’ those watchful eyes on me?”
He turned and leaned in towards me. “You need to work on your pickup lines. They’re stale as fuck.”
I smirked and slid closer to the tall Spartan warrior, whose suit left nothing to the imagination. “I’m making up new material as I go. It’s not often that I get to be in the presence of so much man.
You’re... dangerously tempting.”
“Dangerously tempting?” he asked.
I turned to face him eye to eye. “You had me in a wheelchair for a week.”
He laughed out loud, a roar like a lion that only turned me on more. “A wheelchair, now that’s a new one. Crutches, I’ve heard... but not a wheelchair.” He padded over to the exit door and glanced over his shoulder to check if I was following.
“Going to have some fun with the bouncer, be back soon =).” I texted Brodie.
He replied, “Don’t swallow!”