We Share Everything

It didn't bother me that my new wife had a son. What bothered me was that I couldn't get close to my new stepson. No matter what I tried, the boy just wouldn't warm up to me. His mother told me Richard would bond with me sooner or later. I just had to give him time. After a while I began to feel as if I were being watched. I'd catch the boy giving me the side eye while we watched television, or while I worked on the house. That's when I knew my son had the hots for his stepdad. I hadn't thought of him in that way before, but the moment I realized, the second I saw him lick his lips, after I groped myself, I grew hard. Now I had two cocksuckers in the house to service me. But how to get to the boy? And how to get him alone? Then I overheard him speak with a friend about an event in the city he wanted to attend. I decided to take him. His mother thought it was a wonderful idea. So I rented a hotel room just for me and my boy. It was awkward at first, but the moment I took his hand, the moment I held it to my cock, the moment he squeezed, I knew Richard would be mine. He sucked my uncut cock. It looked huge in his tiny little mouth. Then I took his cherry on the floor. The agony of popping him open, of fucking him with only spit for lube hurt us both. But once he opened up, once he took the entire length of my throbbing tool, I knew the boy would be mine forever. Now, I barely fuck my wife. Oh, I throw her a bone every once in a while, just to keep her quiet and from suspecting what I've done to her son. But with my little boy? He and I share everything.