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Educating Stepdad - Chapter Two
🕑 Added 2024-04-07 14:11:36 +0000 UTCI'm very excited to share the next chapter of Educating Stepdad. For those who may have missed chapter one, we ended with Aaron and Caleb arriving at their cabin in the woods with their hunky stepdad, Pete, who slipped over in the mud and ripped his pants open. Aaron couldn't believe his luck, and here's what happens next.
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Seeing my new stepdad, Pete, sprawled out in the mud with his incredible bare ass on show through the epic rip in his suit pants had my dick throbbing itself to a full erection.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity of a lifetime, I pulled my phone from my pocket and started to film Pete as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees, pushing back that sexy bubble butt so that I had a slight teasing view of his hole.
I’d been desperate to catch a glimpse of Pete out of his suit, but this was more than I could ever have imagined.
“Are you guys okay?” Caleb yelled as he came running towards us.
“Don’t worry. Pete had a slip in the mud. Can you get the shower running and I’ll help him in?”
Caleb grinned at me, knowing full well how happy I’d be to help Pete out of his suit.
As Caleb disappeared back into the cabin, I dropped my duffel and headed over to Pete, grudgingly ceasing filming and putting my phone away.
“Pete, are you okay?” I asked tentatively.
For someone who’d stacked it in the mud and ripped his pants, he was being oddly silent.
I knelt down and Pete was staring wide-eyed at his suit and his hands, both of which were covered in sticky mud.
“Pete, let’s get you inside and cleaned up,” I said as I put a hand on his muscled shoulder.
“So much fucking mud,” Pete said in a voice so quiet that I barely heard him. “My suit is ruined. What the fuck am I doing?”
Despite my best efforts, I immediately felt guilty. Clearly Pete was a serious clean freak and I’d brought him to the muddiest place I could think of knowing full well that he’d have to get a bit dirty, and not in the fun way I jerked off about.
“Don’t worry, we can repair the suit and get it dry cleaned. Let’s get you inside and showered and into some clean clothes. Can you stand up?”
Pete gave a slight nod but made no move to actually get up.
I couldn’t resist leaning back to get a closer look at his beautiful ass, smooth cheeks with just a dusting of hair down the crack. Fuck, it was begging to be groped.
Shaking my head to clear the filthy thoughts from my brain, I put my hands under Pete’s armpits and tugged him to his feet. He slipped a little in the mud, but he was at least stood up.
Unfortunately, being stood up meant that Pete could now see how badly covered in mud his beautiful charcoal grey suit was. The suit was caked in it, not to mention his dress shoes, his muddy sheer sock, and his hands.
“I’m guessing you really don’t like mud?” I asked, trying to get Pete to look at me rather than his mud-covered suit.
Pete gave the smallest of nods.
“It’ll be okay. It’s just a bit of dirt. We’ll get you cleaned up in no time. As for your suit, we can get that repaired.”
“How bad is the rip?” Pete said, his voice gruff.
I stepped behind him, happy for any excuse to get close to that incredible ass. I touched the waistband of his suit pants where the rip started and ran a finger tentatively over his crack until I reached a spot just behind his balls where the rip stopped.
The temptation to slide my hand inside that rip and get a feel of his cock was nearly impossible to resist, but I managed to stop myself before I took the level of inappropriate any further.
“It’s quite a rip, but it’s on the seam, so it should be easy to repair.”
I moved to head towards the cabin, but Pete grabbed my hand.
“Aaron, can we keep this between us? I really don’t want Caleb or your mother to find out about this incident. I couldn’t handle the . . . embarrassment. Please.”
His dark brown eyes were slightly glassy, and I felt myself wanting to melt into the ground. Like I could say no.
I nodded. “It stays between us. Let’s get to the cabin and I’ll ask Caleb to get the grill going. As soon as he’s distracted, we’ll get you showered and changed, and then we’ll pack up your suit so that we can get it fixed and laundered when you’re back in the city.”
Pete seemed to visibly sag with relief. “Thank you, Aaron.”
As much as I wanted to watch Pete slip and slide his way up to the cabin, I asked him to follow me when he was ready whilst I went ahead to talk to Caleb.
Caleb was doing his utmost to discern what was going on through the window at the front of the cabin.
“What happened to Pete? Is he alright?”
“Mr Rich and Suited doesn’t like mud. Go figure! Can you go and get the grill started? He’s feeling a little embarrassed about slipping over in the mud. I’ll get him sorted if you could get the food started.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to? Why are you being so helpful all of sudden?”
I scoffed. “I’m just trying to be a good stepson. Please can you do the grill?”
“Yeah, I guess so, but you’re cooking tomorrow.”
I watched Caleb head out back before I headed back to the front porch to find Pete nearly at the door, both shoes in his hands and caked in mud.
“I’m guessing the other one got stuck too?”
Pete nodded. “I just need to get clean.”
He looked almost shellshocked and I was starting to feel guilty again about this plan. Knocking Pete down a peg or two was supposed to be funny. It hadn’t involved putting him through a huge cleanliness phobia.
“The shower’s warming up and Caleb’s out back getting the grill going, so let’s get you showered and then you’ll feel better.”
There was something ridiculously sexy about seeing Pete so vulnerable. His wide eyes and the way he slightly bit down on his full lower lip made my dick strain against my undies.
“You’re going to need to strip down,” I said, when Pete had made no signs of moving. “You’re not going to want to bring that much mud into the cabin. Despite me teasing you in the car, the cabin is actually clean.”
Pete seemed relieved at that, but still didn’t move.
“Okay,” I said with a deep breath. “Let me take those.”
I took Pete’s muddy dress shoes and placed them gently down on the deck, and looked up at Pete, who was just staring down at his suit.
“Pete, you’re gonna have to help me out here. You need to get that suit off so you can go and shower.”
Feeling slightly irritated that Pete still hadn’t moved, I sighed. “I’ll leave you to strip down and I’ll go and put your case in the bathroom and grab you a towel.”
Leaving Pete on the front porch, I headed inside and grabbed his suitcase, carrying it into the bathroom.
The cabin had two bedrooms, one that I shared with Caleb, and the other that Mom usually slept in, but Pete would use for this trip. Aside from the bathroom, there was just a small open plan lounge and kitchen. It was basic, but perfect.
Relieved that the water in the shower was starting to warm up and that Caleb had left a towel out already, I left Pete’s case and went back to the front porch, surprised that he still hadn’t moved.
Wow, he really was freaked out about being dirty.
“Okay, I don’t want to do this,” – I absolutely did – “but I can’t leave you here all day.”
Without any hesitation I grabbed the shoulders of Pete’s suit jacket and pushed it off his thick muscled arms. I dropped it on to the deck before grabbing his right hand and removing the cufflink from the cuff of his shirt. I did the same to the left and placed the cufflinks in my pocket, so I didn’t lose them, before I started unbuttoning his waistcoat.
There was something ridiculously intimate about unbuttoning Pete’s waistcoat, the proximity, the smell of his aftershave. I could easily close the small distance between us and . . . and what? He was my stepdad. He’d married my mom. I needed to get my head out of my pants.
After I’d removed Pete’s muddy waistcoat, I was surprised to see that his shirt was pretty clean except for one splotch of mud near the shoulder. I lifted his shirt collar and undid the knot in his silk tie before sliding that free and throwing it on top of the pile of clothing that was building at my feet.
When Pete made no move to take over, I started undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. I knew I shouldn’t be going as slowly as I was, but I couldn’t resist the slow reveal of his furry muscled pecs and stomach.
As I undid the last button and tugged his shirt free from his suit pants, I pulled it open so I could fully appreciate the view in front of me, and my god, it was breath taking. Pete was truly a god.
I pushed the shirt off over his shoulders and yanked it free from his arms, which just left his suit pants and his sheer socks.
But if I removed his pants, he would be naked. I knew he was commando. I knew that I was just one piece of clothing away from seeing this absolute stud naked.
An internal war waged in my brain as I tentatively reached out my hands to his leather belt. I undid the buckle and the sound of the metal clinking seemed to roar in my ears. I undid the button and grabbed the zipper, but before I could pull it down, Pete’s hand wrapped gently over mine.
“I think . . . I should . . . probably do this myself. I . . . thanks Aaron.”
I cleared my throat and took a slow step backwards, barely able to breathe. “Yeah, sure. I thought that would . . . uh . . . snap you out of it. Get your socks off and then head inside.”
Pete bent over and pulled off his wet muddy sheer socks and tossed them on top of his suit. He opened the door and started to step inside but paused and turned around.
“Aaron . . . I . . .”
I looked up with a questioning look, trying not to look at the rip in his suit pants and the sexy bubble butt that was on show.
“I . . . thanks.”
He quickly disappeared inside, and I heard the bathroom door open and close with a snap.
If Pete wasn’t my stepdad, and he wasn’t married to my mom, I would wonder if we’d just had a moment. There was definitely something electric between us, but that could just be my horny brain desperately trying to make one of my all-time fantasies come to life.
As I picked up Pete’s muddy suit and shoes and carried them inside, I decided that I needed to get my head together. Nothing could, or would, ever happen with Pete. I just wanted to make him a bit more human. That was it. That was all I could do.
Although surely there was no harm in maybe enjoying the view along the way?
Smiling to myself, I put Pete’s suit and shoes into a bag and left them on the front porch before heading out back to see Caleb. My brother knew I’d been up to something, but even with him, I couldn’t share what had just happened.
“Everything sorted?” Caleb asked with a slight frown.
I nodded. “Yeah, Pete’s in the shower. Let’s hope his muddy slip will make him a bit more down to earth.”
Caleb laughed. “Let’s hope so, or this weekend will be a nightmare.”
Comments
Marcus MJC
There absolutely will be! It’s on my May list!
Darius
Will there be A new part for educating step dad 🥹
