Daddy Not Dad

I discovered my bisexual inclinations fairly early in life, so by the time I was 19, I had done nearly everything you could do with any combination of genders and numbers. I'm a regular guy on the outside, but in private I am comfortable in both the masculine and the ultra-feminine role. I could pass on the street as a hot, high-heeled slut, blowing straight guys in their cars, or go butch, lowering my jeans to fuck a truck driver in the ass behind a truck stop. I loved it all.

I also learned and implemented the hottest techniques and poses to enhance my seductive qualities no matter how I was dressed. In the mirror, I practiced the poses I copied from gay porn as well as classic pinup style girly cheesecake. I wanted to be the complete package in all my sexual endeavors. I wanted to to be the object of desire.

I was living at home and starting at Cal State Northridge. My mother had recently remarried to a real crew cut Sgt. Rock kind of guy. Tom was 45 years old, tough as nails, with a chiseled body that, given the situation, I tried not to think about too much, although I often failed. I mean, who's to know how many times I let my cum fly with his body on my mind? Still, he was my mom's husband, nice enough to me, but no real bonding was going on... until one night.

Mom was out of town on business, and I had plans to attend a concert at the University and see if I could hook up with a guy or a girl, or both if I was really lucky. Unfortunately, the event was sold out and I ended up just heading back home.

I parked on the street, unlocked the front door and went in, looking for signs of life. It was quiet, but as I made my way to my room, I saw a sliver of light coming from the family room. I thought I would say hi to Tom, see what he was watching on TV (usually it was the Military Channel).

I happened to look through the open slit before I grabbed the door handle, and there was my stepdad Tom, sitting on the couch with two other guys his age. There were two more men sitting in armchairs. I recognized them as his fishing and hunting buddies. Just as I went to open the door, Joe, a black guy sitting on one side of Tom, slid his hand across my stepdad's thigh. I froze. No way... I watched as Tom slid one hand to Joe's crotch, and one into the other man's (Steve) lap.