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By the age of sixteen, I had a very comfortable upbringing. I was an only child, and my parents got divorced by the time I was twelve. It was not a tragedy in my life because I was the complete antithesis of my dad. He was a ruffian and had always thought of me as a sissy. After his departure, I had four great years as the man of the house. My mother was always attracted to uber-masculine men, but fortunately, they came and went regularly.I have to admit that I found many of them attractive, but as they were there for only one reason, to fuck my mother, and I had very little to do with them. I was also not foolhardy enough to believe that I would get lucky with any of these ‘super straights,’ and being underage, my only lusty outlet was masturbating while listening to my mother’s groans as they fucked her. Mom was attractive and had no difficulty attracting any man she wanted, married or otherwise. I always chuckled because the earlier a man left, the more likely he was to be married.  After I turned sixteen, however, my life changed dramatically. That is when my mother met Silvano. He was a motor mechanic and as rough as a bear’s arse. His hairy body was crawling with tattoos. He exuded the pungent odour of a he-man, and given his trade, motor grease overlaid his overall aroma. The dark-stained fingernails on his broad fingers excited me enormously. Unlike my mother’s other beaus, Silvano soon became a regular at our home, bahis siteleri and one month later, Silvano became a regular fixture when he moved in with us.This event did not sit well with me. Alluring as he was, he was my mom’s straight boyfriend, and I was concerned that my role, as head of the house, could get usurped. My mother, however, had fallen for his crass charms, and I had never seen her happier. As intrigued as I was by Silvano, I kept reminding myself that he was hetero, and the only consequence to me would be a diminishment of my authority in the household.To my jubilation, nudity appeared to be no problem for him. Seeing him naked regularly because we shared a bathroom, I fully understood my mother’s contentment because Silvano was endowed, like a fuckin’ donkey. I was sure that his frequent ‘natural displays’ got orchestrated to show me his masculine superiority. It was as if he could smell my gayness from a mile off.I was sure that he was merely tormenting me and enjoying his ever-increasing authority in our home. Silvano was not there as a freebie, and the rent he received from his home paid for all our utilities, making mum’s life infinitely easier.What pissed me off the most was what a smooth operator he was. As he entrenched his authority, he did so very subtlety. He was never overtly confrontational, burdening my mother with our male hostilities. When things between Silvano and me became a touch heated, canlı bahis siteleri he always assured mom that he and I would work things out, ‘man to man’ at a later stage. Worst of all, Silvano and my mother then decided to marry, making him a permanent feature in my life.After the wedding, I knew that Silvano was eventually getting the upper hand when I eavesdropped on a conversation between him and mom. He told her I was too big for my boots and needed to be more respectful of her. He went on to say that mom needed to realize that we were mother and son and not buddies.“Paul gets away with murder and needs a firm hand,” Silvano concluded.“You won’t hurt him, will you?” mom pleaded in agreement.“Of course not… Paul needs more discipline, that’s all,” he assured my mother.As this was playing out, my mother got the opportunity to spend two weeks on an intensive refresher course paid for by her work. It was an excellent opportunity that she purely could not refuse.On the morning she left, I got filled with trepidation. I was now entirely in the clutches of my stepfather and totally at his mercy. On our first night alone, the discipline he had spoken of got initiated when he said, “You and I need to have a serious and overdue chat.”“Let’s make one thing clear. You are not my fuckin’ father, Silvano,” I challengingly retorted.There was a wildness in his eyes as he replied, “Yes, I fuckin’ am. Your mother and I are canlı bahis now married, and I am the boss of this house.”There was a palpable silence before he continued, “Tonight, I will show you who is in charge. Get to your fuckin’ room!” “No, I won’t,” I replied defiantly, hoping like hell that his rough hands were about to spank me. Much as I would have liked him to fuck me, at least the thought of lying over his lap on top of his unbelievable cock, would be well worth the pain.“Do you think that a wimp like you can stop me?” Silvano hissed.“Fuck you, fuck you, you fuckin’ bully,” I provokingly challenged him.To my delight, I got a solid slap from him before one of his icky hands took hold of the back of my neck and he frogmarched me to my bedroom.‘If I only get spanked, that will be worthwhile,’ I intoned to myself.Silvano slumped into an easy chair in the corner of my bedroom before pulling me over his lap. I was brimming with horniness as I pretended to be distressed.“I’m onto you, you little cock-hound. Your gay eyes are a dead giveaway whenever you stare at my dick,” he barked.“Bullshit! You want me under your control, so you can act like the man of the house,” I bleated.I had scarcely uttered those words before my backside received its first smack. Two more slaps quickly followed before I felt my shorts getting pulled down to my thighs. As this transpired, I had a raging boner that I deliberately rubbed in Silvano’s crotch. To my joy, I was sure that I could feel a reciprocation from his enormous cock. As more slaps followed, my hips went into overdrive as I yelped and ground robustly.‘Oh, Jesus, he is getting hard,’ I gleefully intoned in my mind.

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