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Subject: Ian’s Weekend With Stepdad 3 DISCLAIMER: This story and any/all others in this series are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. It depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual behavior. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. To keep stories like these cumming, consider a contribution to fty/donate.html **************************************************************************** Angelo and Ian were the first to arrive at the sports bar where the other dad & son duos had agreed to meet. As they settled at the large table, Angelo ordered a beer and Ian a bottle of lemon-flavored water. The two were watching replays of last week’s game and were about half way through their drinks before Scott and his son Darren walked up. Scott was a stocky bear of a dad. At about 5’8″ and weighing 220, he was a thick, hairy barrel of a man. His son Darren was a mini version of his father. No sooner had the new arrivals ordered drinks than Carl and son Marcus walked over with the last of the group, Jorge & his son Tariq. Ian couldn’t help but notice how handsome a group they all made. The dads were all in their early to mid 30s with his stepdad Angelo being the oldest at 35. The boys were all Ian’s age or thereabouts. Daddy Carl was a tall, skinny blond standing 6’4 with the broad shoulders and narrow hips of a swimmer. His son, Marcus, was no less impressive for his age. He was every bit of 5’10” and rapidly catching up with his dad. Unlike his dad, however, Marcus was more strawberry blond, a nod to his mom’s flaming red locks. Daddy Jorge & son Tariq had moved to the U.S. from Brazil when Tariq was 3. After 10 years of American living, the two had assimilated well. Jorge’s persistent accent and skin tone gave away their Portuguese heritage. But, Tariq’s model-good looks and perfect English made it more difficult to guess his nationality. His dark locks of hair cascading over flawless skin and sea blue eyes melted the heart of everyone he met, male or female. The guys sat father-son-father-son, chatting and eating wings and cheese fries. Angelo, already on his third beer, outpaced the other dads by two. Angelo was a big man and Ian knew his stepdad could drink a 6-pack in an hour and barely flinch. Ian worried the more his stepdad drank, however, the looser he might get with the details of their afternoon at the hotel. He could barely concentrate on the conversation. Every time Angelo said anything, Ian’s stomach would tighten in fear. A few minutes after he’d finished his third large brew, Angelo interrupted the conversation and looked right at Ian. “Are you ready for something else to drink bud?” Without waiting for an answer, Angelo reached over and took Ian’s empty water bottle and walked away. Ian kept an eye on the burly man as he sauntered off. Instead şişli travesti of walking toward the bar, however, he looked over his shoulder, winked at Ian and veered into the men’s room. The boy felt frozen in time as he waited for Angelo to come back. What was his stepdad up to? A couple minutes passed before Angelo reappeared. To Ian’s surprise, he still had the water bottle in hand. Only now, it wasn’t empty at all. It’d been refilled with a very pale yellow liquid. Ian watched in disbelief as his stepdad walked to the bar, ordered another beer and then walked back toward the group with both bottles in hand. Angelo returned to the table. Sitting down again, he put the bottle of liquid right in front of Ian. “Here you go bud. Cheers!” With that, Angelo raised beer 4 and motioned for Ian to join him in his toast! The boy reached out, picking up the bottle. The unexpected warmth of the liquid penetrating the bottle caught Ian by surprise. Raising the bottle to eye level confirmed what he already suspected. The bottle was filled with 20 oz. of his stepdad’s luke-warm piss. As Angelo took a big gulp of beer, he smirked and watched Ian hesitantly move the bottle toward his mouth. His stepdad’s piss cocktail tasted salty at first as Ian swallowed the first sip. He couldn’t believe he was drinking Angelo’s piss right here in front of all the other guys. Angelo nodded approval and encouragement for another swallow. Ian took a mouthful this time and swallowed it down trying not to retch at the acrid taste of his stepdad’s piss. At least none of the other boys seemed any the wiser. But, Ian knew he didn’t have a choice but to continue ingesting the man’s liquid waste. The raunchy video of him, hidden back in their room, was incentive enough to do anything to keep from being humiliated in front of the guys. And that was exactly what was happening as he swallowed gulp after gulp of his stepdad’s nasty piss. Ian swallowed the last big mouthful as the waitress put down yet another beer in front of Angelo. “Let me know when you’re ready for a refill bud,” smirked Angelo as he belched loudly right into the boy’s face. The other boys chatted, blissfully unaware. But Jorge and the other dads had definitely noticed the bonding ritual taking place right in front of them. Ian became very aware he was the center of attention with the dads. He squirmed lower in his seat as he felt the four men’s eyes burning into him. The evening seemed to drag on forever for Ian. Angelo and the other dads continued to drink beer like it was water. Ian was sure another bottle of piss was in his near future. Strangely though, even with the additional beer, his stepdad hadn’t been back to the john. Ian waited, wondering how he’d ever down another full bottle of Angelo’s piss without getting sick. To his surprise, Daddy Carl was the next to leave the table. He stood and walked over to Angelo. Looking right at the empty bottle in front of Ian, beylikdüzü travesti he turned to Angelo, “Can I get you guys a refill?” Angelo handed Ian’s bottle to Carl and said, “Sure!” “You’re ready for some more boy, aren’t you?” Ian looked up into Carl’s knowing eyes and obediently nodded. Empty bottle in hand, Carl also headed directly for the bathroom. A couple minutes later, Carl returned to the table with a new round as well as Ian’s special bottle. This time, the water bottle was filled to the top with dark yellow liquid. Angelo smiled as he watched Carl set the bottle in front of Ian. “What do you say?”, Angelo barked at Ian. “Thank you.” “Thank you, what?” “Thank you, Sir!” Carl nodded and joined the other dads. Ian could feel his stomach bloating as he forced down swallow after swallow of Carl’s much stronger man piss. There was no hiding it this time. Even when he wasn’t drinking, the smell and taste of piss lingered in his mouth and on his breath. Ian was sure the other boys must’ve noticed his struggle by now. But none of them seemed interested or even acknowledged him. The dads, however, were paying attention to him, apparently enjoying watching him struggle with every sip of Carl’s pungent, yellow, bladder brew. Fifteen minutes later, he’d finished the last of the 2nd bottle of piss without puking. The dads all nodded approval as Angelo stood up telling the gang it was time to get back and get some rest for the game the next day. All the men were staying at the same hotel. So, after settling the tab, they walked back together. Halfway back, Carl put his arm on Ian’s shoulder and gave it a knowing squeeze. The young man’s enlarged stomach churned with the two men’s piss. But, the strong man’s touch somehow settled his stomach and reassured the young piss-drinker. Back at the hotel, the group mounted the elevator. Reaching the 34th floor, the father-son pairs separated off to their respective rooms. Angelo used the key card and opened the door to their room allowing Ian to walk through first. The teen’s sensitive nose quickly identified the stale smells of cum, piss and shit in the dark room. He might have been able to blame his overactive, teenage imagination, but when Angelo flipped on the light, Ian’s eyes confirmed what his nose already knew. There, lying on the floor, was the teenage spunk-marinated turd the two had played with earlier. Ian had wondered why they’d just left the log in the floor when they left for dinner. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he saw the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the door as it swung closed. Without worrying whether the maids might find it, Ian wondered just how long Angelo planned to leave his turd there on the floor. Angelo’s booming voice startled Ian from his thoughts. He barked at the boy to hurry up and get ready for bed, so Ian quickly pulled off his jeans and sweatshirt. The self-conscious teen, standing there only in his underwear, watched istanbul travesti as Angelo slowly moved around the room taking off his clothes and getting ready for bed. Ian had half-expected some kind of acknowledgement of his piss drinking at the bar or the lone turd laying there in the floor from Angelo, but none came. The awkward silence was deafening. Ian turned toward the bed. Obviously distracted earlier by the afternoon’s turn of events, he was now suddenly aware that he and his hunky stepdad would be sharing the lone, king-sized bed in the room. The realization made Ian blush as he turned back the sheets on the bed, eager to climb in and hide his lanky, underdeveloped body. Angelo suddenly spoke again, “Lose the briefs!” What? Surely his stepdad didn’t expect him to sleep naked in the same bed with him. “Do it”, Angelo barked! Ian quietly complied, dropping his undies while acutely aware that Angelo was watching his every move. In a blur, Ian jumped into bed, pulling the covers over his naked body. Grateful for the renewed discretion, the young man watched in disbelief as the man stripped. He could hardly take his eyes off the man’s amazing body as he shed his own briefs exposing his thick, limp member and fur-covered ass. Ian blushed again, realizing the naked Adonis of a man would be naked with him in bed within minutes. As if in slow motion, Ian watched Angelo’s hefty cock sway back and forth as he stepped over the turd and made his way toward the bed. It was obvious the log was going to stay where it was, at least for the time being. Ian desperately tried to memorize its exact location so he could avoid it in the dark, unfamiliar space later that night. No doubt, he’d have to get up to drain his full bladder of the dad piss he’d been forced to drink earlier. Angelo slid into bed. Ian immediately felt the heat radiating from his stepdad’s muscular body as if someone had turned on a heated blanket on high. No sooner in bed, Angelo quickly pulled the covers up over both their heads and ripped a loud, rumbling, wet fart! Mortified, Ian struggled to catch his breath as the noxious fumes engulfed the two of them under the sheets. Feeling Ian’s apparent distress, Angelo chuckled. Giving the stink a minute to sink in, he released his grip on the comforter allowing Ian to struggle free from the Dutch Oven, gasping for fresh air! Embarrassed and without a word, Ian rolled over as close to the edge of the large bed as possible. He hadn’t slept with anyone for years, much less an adult man. Being naked together in bed somehow seemed even more intimate than being forced to drink Angelo’s cum and piss earlier. The boy was convinced he wouldn’t sleep a wink that night. What if he accidentally touched his stepdad during the night? What if he popped a boner in his sleep? No sooner had those thoughts crossed his mind, Ian felt the weight on the bed shift as his stepdad moved closer. Without a word, Angelo slid his arm under the boy’s pillow and moved his huge frame within inches of the young man. Ian froze in disbelief as he felt his stepdad’s warm breath on his neck and the heat from his body radiating against his naked body. It was definitely going to be a long night!

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