What better time than now, Mr. Stone figured. He searched through the house. Joey was not in his room. Mr. Stone called out the boy’s name, but only his own echo called back. Then, he noticed a bright light coming up from the basement. That’s where Mr. Stone found who he was looking for.

The sight Mr. Stone found before him was highly unexpected, to say the least: Joey was naked, half posing, half moving his hips in front of his cell phone camera.

Joey isn’t the muscly type; he’s built, but has the form and grace of a ballet dancer. His genitalia was pulsing and puffy—the boy had clearly been fondling himself. Mr. Stone gasped and tried to cover his eyes. “Tried” because something kept pulling him back.

Mr. Stone’s gaze lingered for a moment on the boy’s perfectly petite, slim build. He eyed the velvet soft down of a happy trail and followed it into the gates of heaven: Joey’s pink, glistening bonus hole.

Joey caught him, and gasped. He quickly snatched a pillow from the basement sofa and covered himself. Mr. Stone apologized for barging in without knocking—then immediately backed up the stairs.

The next morning, Joey slunk down into the kitchen. Mr. Stone was at the breakfast table, reading a book and eating cereal. Joey poured himself some cereal as well, with two scoops of angst thrown in. Instead of sitting down and eating with his stepfather, Joel kept his bowl on the kitchen counter and shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth.

Mr. Stone knew full well that the situation was delicate. He tried to ease the tension and relayed to Joey that his mom had called earlier that morning and would be out of town a little longer. Joey simply shrugged and loudly dropped his spoon into the now-empty cereal bowl.

Mr. Stone cleared his throat and straightened up in his seat. He again apologized for his rude and unannounced entry into the basement the previous night. Joey’s eyelids hooded and he looked away briefly. Mr. Stone assured him that it was his stance that what the boy had been up to was normal and natural. There was nothing to be ashamed of

This caused Joey to pause. It was obvious to Joey that his stepfather was being truly genuine. The boy’s posture relaxed somewhat, and yet he couldn’t quite make full eye contact with the man.

Mr. Stone set down his book and looked right at Joey. The tone of voice softened as he explained to him that the only issue he had with sending erotic selfies was the possible consequences that could have. Once nude pics enter cyberspace, you can never take them back.

Joey bit his bottom lip and considered all that had been said. Mr. Stone also assured Joey that he hadn’t mentioned the “activities” he’d walked in on to the boy’s mother. Joey remained silent, but the observant dad could tell his stepson was relieved by this news. Mr. Stone could see Joey’s sharp wariness softened a touch.

Then, Mr. Stone said that every action brings consequences and, considering the transformation Joey was continuing to go through, Mr. Stone said that he never, ever wanted to see the boy get hurt. Not for anything.

For perhaps the first time in a year, Joey looked into Mr. Stone’s face and offered a shy smile.

Mr. Stone silently recalled what he’d seen as he’d entered the basement the night before. The images of completely nude Joey moving his body to the rhythm of his sexual self-exploration had kept Mr. Stone up all night. He didn’t dare touch himself, even when he was all alone in bed, though his cock remained hard as steel, making it impossible to relax.

For his part, Joey had spent the night exasperated and had the unexpected realization that perhaps his stepdad might actually be turned on by what he had seen. Maybe the boy had mistaken the momentary look of primal delight in Mr. Stone’s eyes? Even now, it was obvious the man’s wheels were turning.

Joey admitted that he hadn’t yet decided whether or not to post his nudes online. Joey shot his stepfather a coy look then asked him if he’d like to see some of the photos. Mr. Stone blinked and stammered. Yes… yes he would like to.

Joey shared some of his favorites. Mr. Stone was mesmerized; Joey could tell. He nonchalantly let his hand drift over his stepfather’s inner thigh. There was a moment, a glance, an oh-so-brief hesitation. Then the boy kissed him on the lips.

He lingered, but Mr. Stone pulled away.

A thousand thoughts simultaneously raced through Mr. Stone’s mind. None of them reached Joey. Undeterred, the boy kissed Mr. Stone again, and this time, he snuck in his sweet, pink tongue…

And finally the ice was broken.

The boy simply could not keep his pretty hands off of his stepdad’s body, his huge muscles and frame thickened by time and effort. After some time, Joey reached down and with a squeeze, cupped Mr. Stone’s crotch. The flushed stepfather gasped and grunted.

The boy unzipped the man’s jeans and pulled them down. Mind still racing, Mr. Stone’s initial heavy hesitancy fell to the floor like his underwear. And then the boy swallowed his stepdad’s girth like he’d been giving the man head his whole life.

Joey deepthroating Mr. Stone’s cock left the daddy marveling as, to his memory, he'd never gotten so hard. The boy’s lips and tongue kissing, licking, caressing his cock with his hands and mouth was simply too much, too fast.

Eventually, Joey came up for air. Mr. Stone pulled the boy to his feet, hoisted him up with two strong, beefy arms and set him down on the table. With shaking hands, Mr. Stone pulled the boy’s pants off, revealing the soaking wet boy-slit beneath. Joey gasped as his stepdad slipped his tongue into the juicy bonus hole.

Mr. Stone’s dripping wet tongue found every ultra sensitive morsel, leaving Joey white-knuckling the table. As much as Mr. Stone would have liked to explore every sweet bit, Mother Nature was not to be held in check. Daddy was ready to fuck.