"Getting to know you" also means getting to know your friends...

I had had sex with my high school buddies, but nothing I had ever done compared to the session with Todd, my step-dad. It had been a totally unexpected encounter and the steamy passion of the lusty workout had made an indelible impression upon my psyche. I thought of very little else when I was having sexual thoughts, and at age 18, that was often and bountiful.

Even with hot thoughts of having sex with Todd again, there was the further additive of who he had, had sex with. In the passionate afterglow of our own intimate encounter, we had each of us sort of fessed up to having gotten physical pleasure with other guys, a confessional of sorts. I got very chatty, told him about many of the physical contacts I had had, primarily with buddies, which were mostly explorations, and experiments of cock size comparisons, mutual masturbation and sucking dick. But I did not tell him everything.

We had several private “show ‘n tell” sessions, getting naked together and telling each other hot stories. Todd showed a lot of interest in my activities and probed with questions. I was eager to answer them, everything from the size of a buddy’s dick to who started the action, all sorts of titillating questions. Though I had had a few adult males, I thought it best to leave those encounters to myself for a while since he was so turned on by my buddy stories anyway. Many of them were the guys that he had seen around the house for years and he seemed tremendously amused by our behavior. . He would play with my dick the entire time I was telling him stories, and when he told me a few stories of his own, I would do the same for him. It was so damned hot to hear my step-dad telling me about how he and some of his cop buddies would get it together, that I would nearly cream just hearing his stories. He knew this, and would then go down on me at just the magical moment to heighten my senses so that I poured out my fluids in an uncontrollable stream. He never missed a droplet.

Later, I would have so many fantasies of Todd and his buddies that I must have lost gallons of cum jerking off to my mental images of what I imagined them getting up to. I guess I was still too naïve to imagine that I might someday actually insert myself into the action, but Todd had apparently been planning that on a practical basis while I was just fantasizing about it.

At breakfast one summer morning, Todd casually asked if I would like to “have a workout” with him later in the day. My dick went hard with the double entendre, as he continued to say that he had been neglecting the weights and would like to get back on track with them. He told me what time he would be home to work out, and I assured him that I would be “ready for him and a good workout”. He smiled knowingly, when Mom commented that we should be careful and not get hurt since she would be gone all afternoon and evening. Dad winked at me, since he apparently knew that information in advance anyway. I was hard as steel with the anticipation.

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