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GYOB Stepdad Style - Knowledge is Power - Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-05-25 21:25:42 +0000 UTCHere's the next instalment in the Clay and Karl saga. This was originally supposed to be a short story about a Halloween party, but as often happens when I'm writing about Clay . . . I got carried away. Did you guys enjoy this story? Let me know in the comments!
Karl
It had been nearly 2 months since our trip to the beach and things were mostly back to normal. Clay had been weird for the first couple of weeks. Having his speedo ripped off and cumming hands free in front of all of those college guys had really gotten to him, but I think the fact that I knew he got off on it was what made things so much worse for him.
Aside from Clay being weird for the first couple of weeks, Lewis had also had a personality transplant. Both he and Jared had always loved hanging out with Clay and always asked after him, but now? Lewis was obsessed. He was almost constantly asking how Clay was and if we should maybe take him for drinks or dinner to apologise.
Jared and I had both refused given how much Clay had pranked us over the years, but Lewis seemed to have some sort of weird Clay worship going on. He’d cooled it for the most part with the constant Clay talk, but he still seemed more interested in how he was than normal.
And then there was my mom.
She’d always travelled a lot for work, but the last couple of months, she was barely ever at home and when she was, she spent most of her time in the office. Every time I went round to see her and Clay, Clay was on his own and she wasn’t there. She called me all the time and when I tried to ask her what was going on, she just blew me off and said she was busy, but I knew there was more to it.
It was on a Sunday in late October when I’d headed over for dinner with her and Clay when she announced that a new role in Paris had come up and she wanted to go and do the three months trail they’d offered.
Clay seemed super quiet about the whole thing, which was totally out of character, but my mom was so excited that I didn’t have the heart to ask her why she wasn’t even thinking about Clay or me.
‘When do you start?’ I asked her as I set my knife and fork down on my half empty plate.
She immediately started clearing the table, not mentioning that neither Clay nor I had finished. ‘Well, it’s a bit of rush to be honest, honey. They need me as soon as possible, so I’ll sort out a few things here and then fly out on Wednesday.’
‘Wednesday?’ Clay and I both half-yelled in unison.
My mom rolled her eyes as she picked up my plate. ‘Yes, Wednesday. Look, I know this is fast, but it’s just three months. You two will be just fine without me and if it goes well and they want me longer, then we can discuss it then.’
After we’d finished dinner, I desperately tried to talk to my mom about Clay and what the hell was going on with them, but she repeatedly skipped over it and before I knew it, she was giving me a massive hug and ushering me out of the door.
Clay
The last couple of months had been weird to say the least.
Ever since Karl, Jared and Lewis had torn off my speedo on that beach and I’d cum all over myself in front of everyone, I’d felt ashamed and mortified.
Not to mention horny . . . so incredibly horny. It was like my dick had a mind of its own and I couldn’t even think about anything else. It was unreal. It took the best part of a month before I managed to refrain from jerking off multiple times a day.
I knew that the embarrassment did something for me and I had so many questions about what exactly caused it and why, but there was no way I could allow myself to explore it. I had a wife and a job and I needed some sanity.
Karl’s mom had barely been around, which hadn’t helped, and our sex life had been non-existent with her absence, not that I was sure how well I’d perform without my pants ripping or dropping or God only knew what.
When Karl had come over for dinner on that Sunday, I knew the news beforehand, but hadn’t realised it was all happening so fast. Having a few days without her was great, but three months was going to be tough.
Karl promised to come and visit more and I knew I’d just have to suck it up. She was excited about the job and as much as I had no intention of ever moving to Paris, I wouldn’t stand in the way of her career.
However, despite me coming across as the nice guy, a twisted inner voice couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I could do with that time to myself. Maybe it was the perfect opportunity to explore my new kink?
Karl
With Halloween fast approaching and my mom heading to Paris, I decided to invite Clay to the Halloween party that Jared, Lewis and I were going to. He’d been to a Halloween party we threw at college and stolen the limelight, but I felt bad that he’d be stuck on his own for three months and wanted him to feel included.
‘Have you got your costumes sorted for the party?’ Jared asked when he came home from work and tossed his bag on the floor.
Lewis and I both shook our heads.
‘No, but on the subject of the party, do you guys mind if I invite Clay?’ I asked. ‘With my mom going, I don’t want him stuck in the house.’
‘Absolutely you can,’ Lewis said without a second’s thought. ‘Does he need a costume?’
Jared and I both raised our eyebrows at Lewis’ obvious excitement.
‘I’m sure he can sort his own costume,’ I said. ‘But we need to get ours. What are we thinking?’
As Jared and Lewis started discussing options for the “music legends” themed party, I found myself remembering my Halloween party in college that Clay had gate crashed.
The party was in full swing and I’d lost count of how many beers I’d had. It was a Roman party and nearly everyone was wearing a bedsheet tied around them to look like a toga.
I was just on my way back from the bathroom when there was some loud, raucous cheering out the back.
I headed outside to find nearly everyone crowded around a buff guy dressed as a Roman Centurion holding a keg of beer under his arm.
It was only as I got closer that I realised the buff guy was in fact my Stepdad, Clay.
‘Hey buddy,’ Clay said as he handed off the beer keg and pulled me into a hug. ‘Hope you don’t mind me crashing, but when you said Roman theme, I couldn’t resist.’
I laughed. ‘Of course, you couldn’t. Where did you even get that costume?’
Clay was wearing a helmet with the bright red mane down the centre, a bronze chest plate, a leather gladiator skirt and sandals with ropes that tied around his thick calves to his knees.
‘That’s for me to know, kiddo. You having fun?’
I was about to tell Clay about the party when a couple of girls asked for their picture to be taken with the hunky gladiator.
I rolled my eyes and was unsurprised to find myself the photographer as more and more people asked for their photo with Clay.
He lapped up the attention as always and was more than obliging when he was asked to flex or pull a certain pose.
‘So, what does the hunky centurion wear underneath?’ one guy asked with a slight slur as he hung off of Clay’s arm.
A few others in the vicinity, including Lewis started chanting for Clay to show them and I wasn’t remotely shocked when he just lifted the gladiator skirt to show off a pair of snug designer black boxer briefs.
‘Nothing too authentic I’m afraid,’ Clay said with a chuckle as he pulled the skirt back down and readjusted it.
‘Not the perfect costume after all,’ I said, sticking my tongue out.
Clay looked at me and I instantly regretted my comment when I saw the mischievous look in his eyes.
‘Maybe we should see what toga boy is wearing? Are you authentic to the Roman period?’
I took a step back, but Clay moved like lightning and ripped the toga from my shoulder. Before I could react, the white sheet dropped to my ankles and I was suddenly stood in front of my college buddies in a pair of very snug tightie whities.
Fuck!
Everyone laughed as I bent over to retrieve my sheet, but Clay, always wanting to go a step too far, took that opportunity to grab the back of my waistband and wedgie my briefs as high as he could. I yelped and dropped the sheet as my undies were yanked skywards.
‘Damn it, Clay,’ I yelled as I tried to pull the material out of my ass.
Clay laughed and picked up my sheet. ‘Looks like you’re not authentic . . . or modern.’
Laughter echoed around me as Clay retied my toga on my shoulder.
‘What do you think, Karl?’ Jared asked.
‘Sorry. I was miles away. What?’
Clay
When Karl called me to tell me about the Halloween party, I accepted straight away. A night out with Karl and his buds would be just the thing to perk me up.
Karl’s mom had headed off to Paris the day before and I was feeling a bit lethargic, so the invite was just what was needed.
I’d just grabbed a beer from the fridge when there was a knock at the door.
I hadn’t been expecting anyone and I was surprised to see Lewis on the porch when I pulled the door open.
‘Lewis, what’s up?’
I immediately thought something had happened to Karl, but Lewis just smiled and came into the house with a couple of bags.
‘I thought you might need some help with a costume for the Halloween party and I also had an idea I wanted to run by you.’
‘Come in,’ I laughed as he disappeared into the lounge.
I fetched him a beer and dropped down on the sofa.
‘I can probably use one of the costumes from a previous year. I’ve got a few.’
Lewis waved my comment away. ‘No way. You need something new. I just picked up the costumes for me, Jared and Karl and thought I’d get one for you at the same time.’
I was sure that Lewis was just being helpful, but after the speedo incident, I was more than a little suspicious.
‘Do I even want to ask what costume you so helpfully got me?’
Lewis laughed. ‘Nothing untoward, Clay. It’s just an Elvis costume. The party is music themed and I thought you’d rock that look.’
Not what I was expecting, and I wasn’t sure if I was a little disappointed.
‘What are you guys going as?’
‘This is where I need your input,’ Lewis said with a grin. ‘Now, we decided to go as some of the characters from YMCA because that’d be easy and funny. But I was thinking . . . that maybe you’d like to play a little prank on Karl. Nothing major. Just something to remind him who’s boss.’
I raised my eyebrows. ‘Why would I need your help with that?’
Lewis laughed. ‘I know the speedo thing was kind of embarrassing for you and I thought you’d maybe need a little help in reinstating the order of things.’
I crossed my legs. Just the word “speedo” was enough to get my cock hardening up and in my basketball shorts, I had no wish for Lewis to notice my reaction.
‘That was months ago now. I’ll get Karl back when I’m good and ready.’
I tried to sound laid back and cool, but even I wasn’t fooled.
‘I’m sure you will, but I’ve got an easy prank set up and ready. He’s going as the builder and the jeans have removable rear pockets. They’re just attached with Velcro and can be easily yanked off. I’m going to make sure Karl is wearing something particularly loud under them so all you have to do is yank off the pockets when you fancy it.’
Knowing the skimpy loud bikini briefs that Karl favoured, that would be quite a hilarious sight, but something still didn’t add up.
I put my beer down and crossed my arms. ‘Why are you wanting Karl to be pranked? I used to pull shit on you three all the time. What’s the catch?’
Lewis shrugged. ‘I guess I feel bad about the speedo incident. I mean, I was the one that caused the hole in the back of that speedo.’
My cock was immediately rock hard and I had to lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees to try and hide it.
Unaware of my predicament, Lewis continued. ‘If I hadn’t made that hole and shown the guys then they’d never have been ripped open like that. You wouldn’t have had your ass exposed to all those college guys and . . .’
‘Yeah, I remember it, Lewis. No need for a play by play.’
I tried to laugh it off, but I could feel my dick leaking inside my shorts.
‘Anyway, I guess I just wanted to make it right and helping you embarrass Karl a bit might help.’
I tried to keep my breathing steady, but my cock was throbbing incessantly, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to move from my seat.
‘I’ll think about it,’ I said in a tone that I hoped ended the discussion and hid how close to orgasm I was.
Lewis nodded. ‘Do you want to try on your costume now? You just need to wear some black boots with it, but everything else is there.’
There was no way I could stand up in front of Lewis at that moment. I was worried that the movement alone would have my cock exploding inside my shorts.
‘I’m sure it’s fine. It’s Elvis, not a toga or anything so I’ll try it later.’
Lewis looked disappointed, but it quickly disappeared and he smiled and stood up. ‘Cool, I’ll head off then.’
My cock throbbed at the thought of standing and I could feel the damp patch on the front of my shorts. There was no way I could show him out.
‘You know where the door is, bud. Let yourself out and thanks for the costume.’
Lewis frowned, but again, it was gone in a heartbeat. ‘Laters, Clay.’
I watched Lewis head out of the room and sighed with relief when I heard the door close. I leaned back against the sofa and was unsurprised to see a shiny, damp patch on my shorts. My cock was rock hard and clearly visible through the thin, silky material.
Without any hesitation, I grabbed my dick through my shorts and started to jerk off. It was fast and desperate and took only a matter of seconds before I was exploding into my shorts, cum pooling on the silky material as it shot through. I panted and moaned as my body tensed and I couldn’t believe how fast I’d blown my load.
With the house to myself, I stood up and dropped my shorts, using them to wipe my hands clean before I heading to the laundry room butt naked from the waist down and totally unaware of someone quietly slipping out of the front door and closing it quietly behind them.
Karl
On the day of the Halloween party, I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Jared, Lewis and I in our costumes. I was the builder; Jared was the cowboy and Lewis was the cop. All of our costumes were tight and totally stereotypical, but we definitely looked like the Village People.
Lewis had picked up our costumes and had also provided some seriously goofy undies to wear underneath. He’d bought Jared some boxer briefs with cowboy hats on them and had bought me some bikini briefs with a rainbow print that had hammers and builders’ hats on. So stupid, but no one would see them except us so who cared.
The jeans of my costume were definitely a size too small and I had to keep adjusting the waistband to try and get more comfortable, but I was on my second beer and I was excited for the party.
‘So, are we planning any pranks for this evening?’ Lewis asked with a grin as we climbed into the back of an Uber.
Jared and I both laughed.
‘Do we really want to prank Clay again after what happened at the beach?’ Jared asked. ‘That was pretty messed up.’
I nodded. ‘Yeah, and he took weeks to let that go. Probably best to lay off the pranks tonight.’
Lewis shrugged. ‘That’s a good point. Was just an idea.’
Jared then jumped in with something about one of the girls from his office that was going and thoughts of pranks quickly disappeared from my mind.
Clay
After Lewis’ visit, I’d taken the bag upstairs and tossed it in the dressing room without much thought until the Halloween party rolled around.
It was a Friday night and after a hellish day at the office, I’d gotten home, stripped off and showered and I was sat on the deck with a beer and my towel around my waist. I needed to go and get ready, but it was a warm October evening and I was feeling perfectly chilled.
Unfortunately, I was a little too chilled and I woke up to my phone buzzing.
‘Hello,’ I slurred as I answered.
‘Clay, where are you?’
I could just make out Karl’s voice over the noise of the party.
Fuck, I’d fallen asleep.
‘Just on my way, buddy. Get me a beer ready.’
It was nearly nine thirty and I was supposed to be there an hour ago. I headed back inside and raced up to the dressing room. It took me a few minutes to find where I’d thrown the costume that Lewis had bought for me, but I found it and tossed the box on the bed before yanking on some socks and styling my hair into an Elvis quiff that looked pretty damn good on me.
Given that it was an Elvis costume, I was expecting to open the box and find the white jumpsuit with flares that he was most famous for, but instead, I was met with the sight of black leather. It was a jacket, pants and a leather cuff for my wrist.
I vaguely remembered the outfit from photos I’d seen but wasn’t sure quite how Elvis this outfit was. Although with the hair and some attitude, I was sure I’d be able to sell it.
I grabbed the pants first and was surprised to find that they were actual leather. It was soft and supple and unlined. They also looked a little small to me, but Elvis always preferred things on the tighter side.
I yanked on some red bikini briefs and then started the arduous process of wrestling myself into the tight leather pants. By the time I got them to my bubble butt, I was mostly convinced that I wouldn’t get them done up, but after a bit more wrestling, I got them to my waist and got them zipped and buttoned.
When I checked myself in the mirror, the leather was a second skin and my thighs and my ample butt looked like the pants had been painted on. With the pants so tight, my bikini briefs were already wedged into my butt crack and I was starting to question whether commando would be better.
But, given how late I was already, I wasn’t about to take the pants off and start again so I grabbed the jacket and found it was exactly the same soft, glossy leather as the pants. It too was a size too small and took some work to get on, but after a bit of sweating, it was on, and the sleeve length was perfect. I zipped it up but was surprised to find it only zipped to the top of my stomach leaving the top hanging open with my furry chest on show.
It was a hot look and must have been how Elvis wore it, so I tied the leather cuff to my wrist and went to find my black leather boots that I sometimes wore in winter. I bent over to grab them and was met with the sound of the leather creaking as my thighs rubbed together and my arms moved across the front of the jacket.
I’d never worn leather before and aside from how sexy I looked in the black glossy material, the sound of the leather creaking was a weirdly erotic sound that seemed to go straight to my dick.
Thank God the party would be loud, I thought as I pushed my feet into the boots and zipped them up, the leather pants digging into my legs where they were so snug.
By the time I got outside, my chest was shiny with perspiration, and I was relieved to get some cool air on my face. They weren’t kidding when they said leather was hot.
When the uber arrived, I climbed into the rear seat and felt my dick throb when the leather creaked again. Thankfully, the combination of the tight pants and the bikini briefs that were wedged between my cheeks didn’t allow my dick any room to grow so I didn’t have to worry about bulging much more than I was already.
Karl
The party was in full swing, the beer was flowing and I was having a great time. Jared was off dancing with some girl, whilst Lewis was darting in and out of the house, doing God knows what.
After I’d called Clay, I’d waited about half an hour with his beer before drinking it myself.
The party was being held at a friend’s house in their insanely big backyard. The pool was off limits for the evening, but everyone was milling around on the deck and the lawn drinking, dancing and chatting.
I wandered into the house to use the restroom and it was as I was coming down the stairs that I saw Clay arrive.
‘What the fuck are you wearing?’ I asked with a roar of laughter as Clay emerged from his uber in tight black leather.
‘It’s my best suit, thank you very much,’ Clay said in the worst impersonation of Elvis ever heard.
‘Wow, you look great,’ Lewis said as he suddenly appeared from nowhere. ‘Let’s get you a beer.’
Clay gave me a hug, the leather of his outfit creaking like crazy, before I followed him and Lewis into the house.
I wasn’t remotely surprised that everyone was immediately surrounding Clay and saying how awesome his costume was, not to mention how good he looked in it. Even I had to admit that he was certainly a beefy Elvis. The leather hugged his muscular body in all the right places and even though I could see the sweat on his furry chest and his forehead, he was lapping up the attention.
‘Just like the old days, isn’t it?’ Jared said as he passed me a beer.
I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Clay is definitely back to his old self.’
Clay
It felt good being the centre of attention again. It had been way too long. Having all these twenty-something people fawn over me and tell me how great I looked was just what I needed.
A few of them asked for me to join their selfies and I was more than happy to oblige, striking ridiculous poses that Elvis would be proud of.
After a trio of very drunk girls got their photo and wandered off, I grabbed another beer and was glad to have a breather.
As much as I was loving the costume, there was one exceptional downside.
It was like being in the middle of an inferno.
The skin-tight leather was making me sweat in places I didn’t even know I had, and I was in desperate need of cooling down. Not to mention that my briefs were wedged so far between my sweaty cheeks that I was fairly certain I’d be able to wring them out when I took them off.
‘Hey Clay, you good for beer?’ Lewis asked as he walked over.
I nodded as I took another swig from the bottle. ‘All good here thanks Lewis. Where’s Karl?’
I hadn’t seen much of my stepson since I’d arrived.
‘I think he’s feeling a bit jealous of all the attention you’re getting. Maybe you should switch the tables on him?’
I laughed. ‘Why are you so desperate for Karl to be on show? You used to moan at me more than anyone to lay off the pranks.’
Lewis shrugged. ‘I just want everyone to have a fun night and it would be so easy for you to rip those pockets off the back of his jeans. It’d be hilarious.’
I thought about it, and it would certainly restore some order. I hadn’t played any pranks on Karl since before the golf incident and after the speedo disaster, he was definitely owed some payback.
‘So, what do you reckon?’ Lewis asked and I realised how close he was standing.
‘Bring him out here and I’ll see how I feel.’
Lewis grinned. ‘I’m on it.’
I was surprised that Lewis gave my leather clad bicep a squeeze before he rushed off in search of Karl. He wasn’t usually so touchy feely, but it was probably all the beer . . .
Karl
‘There you are. Why aren’t you outside enjoying the party?’ Lewis asked, finding me stood in the kitchen.
I didn’t want to tell him the real reason, so I pretended I was fine and was just chilling for a minute. The actual reason was that I felt guilty.
Seeing Clay back to his normal self made me realise how much our stupid speedo prank had got to him and diminished him somehow. I wanted to apologise, but I wasn’t sure I had the balls to do it.
‘Clay’s asking after you,’ Lewis said, grabbing my arm. ‘Come outside.’
I nodded and followed Lewis outside to find Clay and Jared laughing with a group of guys.
I still felt guilty, but at least Clay was happy, and it was nice to be back to normal with each other.
‘Hey Clay,’ I said and bumped my shoulder into his.
Clay handed me a beer. ‘Where’ve you been hiding, kiddo?’
‘I wasn’t hiding anywhere,’ I said with a shrug. ‘Good to see you’re having fun.’
Clay laughed. ‘Is someone jealous of the attention their step-dad is getting?’
Typical that that’s what Clay would assume.
‘No, it’s nice to see you back to your old self actually.’
Clay immediately looked a little sheepish. ‘Yeah . . . haven’t been to a party for ages.’
I watched Clay take a swig of his beer and I could swear he was actually blushing a little. Despite thinking I should apologise to him just a few minutes ago, I suddenly decided on the opposite.
‘I was thinking that you hadn’t really been yourself since our beach trip. You know, the one where you lost your speedo and shot your load all over yourself in front of that group of college guys.’
Clay was not only blushing, but he was utterly speechless.
‘Not to mention that I found out your deep, dark secret that you got off on that stuff. I thought that was what had you acting weird, but maybe I was wrong.’
And without giving Clay a chance to respond, I tried not to laugh and walked away.
