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GYOB - Stepdad Style - Submission - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 19:57:50 +0000 UTCHere's the next instalment in the latest Clay and Karl story. Clay finally confronts Lewis and things don't go to plan . . . as you'd expect for Clay.
Give the story some love if you enjoyed it and the next instalment will be out in February.
Clay
I couldn’t explain why but I felt increasingly nervous as the morning progressed and my lunch with Lewis grew closer. I’d known Lewis since he was a squeaky voiced teenager. There was no reason at all for me to feel nervous. I was the adult, and we were going to put this weirdness to bed so we could carry on with our normal lives.
Despite that, after I’d received his message, I’d changed my outfit for the day. I’d planned on wearing my tighter navy suit with some hot pink bikini briefs underneath, but that felt too risky around Lewis, so I’d opted for a slightly less fitted light grey suit with a pair of checked boxer shorts underneath.
Granted, I hadn’t factored in how much my dick and balls flopped around in the boxer shorts, so that had given me an entirely different problem to focus on during my morning meetings.
Lewis and I had agreed to meet at the coffee shop down the street from my office and when I eventually walked through the door, he was already sat at a table in the corner.
“Lewis,” I said as I sat down opposite him.
“Hi Clay,” he said as he looked up from his coffee, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Good morning?” I asked, unbuttoning my suit jacket, and flagging down the waitress to order a cappuccino.
Lewis cleared his throat. “Is that really what you want to talk about, Clay?”
“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s talk about the Halloween party.”
Lewis grinned. “Which part of the party specifically?”
“This isn’t a joke, Lewis. What the hell got into you? Do you know how utterly inappropriate that was? It wasn’t even a prank.”
It was only as I talked that my discomfort with the whole situation was cemented.
“It was so out of character for you. I just don’t understand where your head was at.”
“I’ll admit that I went over board,” Lewis said with a half-hearted shrug. “I got carried away and I took things too far. It won’t happen again.”
The waitress delivered my cappuccino in the silence that followed as I tried to process my disappointment at those words. It won’t happen again. That’s what I wanted. Right?
“Also, Karl, Jared and I had a chat and we’ve agreed that the prank war is over. Things have gotten out of hand and we decided to just put an end to all of it. Presumably you agree with that?”
I took a sip of my coffee as I tried to keep my face neutral.
Ending the prank war was the best thing to do. I didn’t want to ruin my relationship with Karl, and I absolutely didn’t want him in the vicinity when I blew my load again, but without the prank war, how would I get into these situations that gave me the most mind-blowing orgasms?
“Clay?”
I shook my head. “Yeah, that’s absolutely the right thing to do. Prank war is officially over.”
Lewis nodded. “Yep, all done and dusted. No more tiny speedos, no more pants that rip and no more skin-tight leather.”
Images of the pranks that had gotten me so horny raced through my mind and I felt my cock start to harden inside the loose confines of my boxer shorts.
“Good,” I said, trying to ignore the feeling of my cock pushing against the fly of the cotton boxers.
“It wouldn’t be fair to put you in those situations anymore. We don’t want to ruin our relationship with you, and we know how much you hate exposing yourself.”
Lewis’ words were like a lightning rod to my dick, and I shuffled forward slightly in my seat, immediately cursing that decision as my cock found its way free from my boxers, the soft cotton fly sliding over my cock like a gentle caress that nearly made me moan in pleasure.
“Are you okay, Clay? You look a little flushed?”
Those words sent me back to that day when Lewis had dropped off the Halloween costume, not to mention the Halloween party itself. He’d teased and pushed me, almost as if he knew exactly what would get me hard and horny.
“Actually, no. The prank war isn’t the only thing we need to discuss about the Halloween party.”
Lewis raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. “What do you mean? Aren’t we good?”
“I’m not sure yet. The prank was one thing, but I want to know what the comments and the touching are about?”
For the first time, Lewis looked genuinely shocked at my words, and I felt a smug satisfaction that I raised it.
“I . . . it was just part of the prank.”
I shook my head. “Sorry buddy, I’m not buying that. The comments you keep making about previous pranks border on inappropriate, but at the Halloween party, you slapped my ass and groped my dick. Pranks are about getting a laugh. They aren’t about taking advantage of someone.”
Surprising me, Lewis just laughed, and I fell silent, unsure what was the hell was going on. “Okay, fine. Yes, I took advantage, Clay. I groped your dick because I had a hunch that you got off on the exposure and I was right.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Lewis raised a hand at me, and despite myself, I closed it.
“I suspected at the golf club that you’d enjoyed what happened, but the beach confirmed it, and then I needed an excuse to test my theory so that I was absolutely positive.”
“To what end?” I asked, suddenly feeling quite warm in the relatively cool coffee shop.
“You want to know what’s going on with me? Really?”
I nodded, unsure if I trusted myself to speak.
“I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids. I’ve tried so many times to ignore it, but once the pranks on you started, it became impossible. What made it worse was seeing how much you enjoyed what I set up for you at the Halloween party. You were so turned on, and so submissive, and for the first time, I thought that maybe you’d be up for . . .”
Lewis fell silent and took a swig from his coffee cup.
“Up for what, Lewis?”
I had a feeling that I knew the answer before Lewis said it, but I was still surprised to hear the words.
“Up for doing more.”
I took a breath and downed the rest of my coffee.
Lewis was staring at me expectantly, and I had no idea how to deal with this situation. I was used to guys having a crush on me, and it never bothered me. I found it flattering, and a bit of turn on to be honest. But, doing something with a guy? With Lewis? I had a wife!
“Lewis, I’m married to Karl’s mom. I can’t do anything with anyone else.”
“She’s not even here,” Lewis protested. “She’s gone to Paris.”
“I’m straight, Lewis. I don’t have any interest in doing anything with another guy. It’s just not my thing.”
Lewis frowned. “I don’t believe that. You moaned like a bitch when I groped your cock through your leather pants.”
My dick twitched at the memory, a drop of precum leaking against my suit pants. Being bent over with my ass in the air, the leather creaking, the hand on my dick, the teasing words in my ear.
“You’re blushing, Clay,” Lewis said with a shit-eating grin. “You loved it.”
The blushing wasn’t my only problem, I realised, as I looked down and saw a small wet spot next to the fly of my light grey suit pants.
“Look, you took advantage of me in a situation that you knew I’d find . . . stimulating. That doesn’t mean that I want to dive into bed with my stepson’s best bud.”
Lewis rolled his eyes. “I’m not asking you to fuck me, Clay. You’ve got a kink for wardrobe malfunctions and I’m offering to help. I may have gone too far at the Halloween party, given that Karl and Jared were there, but we could try it in other places.”
My brain practically short-circuited at the idea of having someone that would put me into those situations. Yes, I could do it to myself, but it was never quite the same as when it came as a surprise. The adrenaline rush and the arousal were so much more intense.
Maybe I could explore my newfound kink with Lewis’ help? Maybe I could learn what does it for me and what doesn’t so that I could focus on the stuff that does on my own?
But Lewis was like a son to me. I’d watched the kid grow up and it felt like an ethical disaster to even be considering allowing him to put me in those situations, especially if he was going to continue to grope my ass or my dick.
“We can’t do that, Lewis. You’re like a son to me after all these years. I can’t do that.”
Lewis seemed to deflate a little at my rejection, but my cock was anything less than deflated at the idea of having someone put me in those situations that gave me the best orgasms of my life.
“I really appreciate you being so honest with me, buddy, and you have my word that this conversation will stay between the two of us. I better head back to work, but I’ll see you soon, okay?”
Not giving Lewis a chance to respond, I turned in my seat, put my hand in my pocket in a desperate attempt to disguise my erect cock, and headed for the door.
I took a deep breath as I escaped the most awkward conversation I think I’d ever had, but after no more than a few steps, Lewis jogged past me and stopped in front of me.
“I really didn’t want to do this,” Lewis said with a sad expression.
I put my free hand in my other pants pocket, incredibly conscious of not just the tent in my pants, but the growing spot of precum on the material.
“What didn’t you want to do?” I asked, my cheeks still red.
“If you won’t do it voluntarily, then I’ll have to resort to blackmail. Either you agree to let me keep pranking and playing with you, or I’ll tell Karl’s mom everything. I have videos of the beach and the Halloween party. I’m sure she’d be very interested to know that her husband is blowing his load at parties with her son.”
My mouth actually fell open in shock. Lewis’ words barely penetrated my brain. I couldn’t believe that he’d resort to blackmailing me with my own wife.
“You can’t be serious, Lewis. Go home and I’ll pretend that you didn’t just say that to me.”
I wasn’t sure if I was hurt or angry, but I felt my hands shake a little in my pockets.
Lewis gritted his teeth, his face deadly serious. “I’m sorry, Clay. I can’t. I need this, and if you won’t do it freely then I have no choice.”
Rage shorted my brain as I grabbed Lewis’ arm and dragged him down the side of the coffee shop, pinning him to the brick wall by his biceps.
“Think very carefully before you say another word,” I said, my voice low and furious. “If you want to destroy your relationship with me, and with Karl, then you just try blackmail. But I thought the kid I knew was more sensible than that. Now go home and don’t be fucking stupid.”
Lewis’ eyes were wide as I dug my fingers into his biceps, my teeth bared, the rage clear on my face.
But then he leaned forward slightly, and my still hard cock brushed his hip. His eyes travelled down before growing wide, a smile spreading across his face.
“How about a different deal? Given that this discussion clearly got you worked up, you must be at least a little curious about my proposal, so how about you give me two weeks? If it doesn’t work, we stop, and I keep my mouth shut. If you enjoy it, we carry on. What do you think?”
As I mentally kicked myself for forgetting my state of arousal, I couldn’t deny that Lewis’ offer was appealing. I was desperate to understand my new kink, and maybe this is what would help me do that so that I could get back to normal.
I let go of Lewis and stepped back. “Fine, two weeks, but nothing around Karl and Jared, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone . . .”
My breath caught in my throat as Lewis pushed his hand against my cock, making it throb and leak further inside my suit pants.
I jumped backwards, a second later than I should have done. “Lewis, you can’t touch me like that.”
Lewis grinned. “Your dick says otherwise. How about we start now? There’s no one around, so why don’t you jerk your dick through your suit pants for sixty seconds. I’ll keep my hands to myself, but I bet you cum before the time is up. If you don’t, then we’ll reduce the two weeks to one.”
My dick went diamond hard at the thought of riskily jerking off in the alley beside the coffee shop, not to mention the potential embarrassment of blowing my load inside my suit pants and having to get back to the office and my car without being seen.
“No way am I jerking off in front of you, Lewis,” I said, trying to sound authoritative.
Lewis laughed. “You don’t have much choice, Clay. Sixty seconds.”
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Lewis pressed a few buttons.
“Starting now.”
Ignoring all sense, I grabbed my cock through the thin suit material and started jerking off. I stifled a moan as my fingers brushed over the head, the slightly damp material sliding smoothly over my dick.
“Remember the Halloween party when you were bent over in that bush?” Lewis asked with a cocky grin. “That tight leather creaking as I groped your cock.”
I knew what Lewis was doing, but despite my desperate wish not to blow my load, I sped up, my cock throbbing in my palm.
“Do you remember how it felt when you pushed backwards, and those leather pants split wide open and everyone at that party saw your ass burst out?”
I could remember it vividly and my balls tightened against my body.
“Remember when I slapped your exposed ass in front of all those people?”
That was all it took, and I moaned out loud as my dick shot its first rope of cum against the inside of my suit pants. I was panting for breath as I milked my cock through the soaked material, my knees wobbly as I sagged against the wall.
“Looks like I was right,” Lewis said with a chuckle, holding up his phone to show that I still had nine seconds to go.
“Fuck,” I hissed, as I looked down at my light grey suit pants, a sticky wet stain all over the right-hand side of the fly, down to the top of the thigh, with a few drips further down the leg.
“Have fun getting back to the office, Clay,” Lewis said with another laugh. “I’ll be in touch.”
Lewis slapped my ass before walking on to the street and disappearing.
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
Karl
I was just heading out for lunch when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Hey Lewis, what’s up?”
“I thought I’d let you know that I just saw Clay and we’re all good. The prank war is over and we can get back to normal.”
Lewis sounded happier than I’d heard him for ages.
“Was Clay happy that the war is over?”
“He said it was a massive relief.”
I wasn’t surprised. Clay had been so weird during our pranks on him, and I’d be happy to get him back to normal. Not to mention not having to worry about being pantsed or wedgied or anything anymore.
“That’s great news. Thanks for sorting it, Lewis.”
“No worries! Also, in case I forget later, one of the clients at work has this new obstacle course that they’ve built for team building. I’ve got it on Saturday to try it out. Do you fancy coming along with Jared? I thought I’d invite Clay to make the peace.”
An obstacle course sounded like awesome fun.
“Hell yeah. Let’s do it!”
“Perfect,” Lewis said, his smile coming through the phone. “I’ll let Clay know. Catch you later, bud.”
Comments
Marcus MJC
Lewis has so much planned for the obstacle course 😏
Earendil the Mariner
Love this series! I bet that Lewis is up to something with this obstacle course ;) can't wait!
