Educating Stepdad - Chapter Four

I'm very excited to share the next instalment of Educating Stepdad. When last we left them, Aaron and Pete were about to head out on a hike with Pete wearing Aaron's tight shorts . . . what could possibly happen next?

As I lead Pete along the trail to where he could find some reception for his cell phone, my mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only.

My hunky new Stepdad was wearing a slutty thong underneath a pair of my shorts.

All I could think about was the sight of that whale tail on show, and the idea of yanking down those shorts and seeing Pete’s perfect beefy butt with that teasing slither of material hiding between his cheeks.

From what I’d seen of Pete so far, I knew he had a thing for tight-fitting suits that showed off his body, but I would never have imagined him to have such a risqué underwear collection. It was hard to believe that this thong was a one-off because, if that was the case, why would he have chosen to wear it on a weekend away with his new stepsons? My only conclusion was that the thong in question was just the tip of the iceberg, and now I was desperate to know what else was in his wardrobe.

“Aaron, are you okay?” Pete asked, pulling me out of my deep contemplation.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking I guess.”

“Looked pretty serious,” Pete said with a friendly smile.

I chuckled, and even to me, it sounded fake. “Nah. All good. So, we just need to make it up through these trees and then when we crest the hill, you should get some decent reception.”

Pete grinned. “Excellent. This whole walking thing hasn’t been as bad as I expected.”

“Don’t get too excited,” I said with a frown. “It’s another half hour or so and it’s a little steep in places.”

But even my warning didn’t seem to dampen Pete’s mood. The trail was fairly dry, so Pete wasn’t likely to get muddy, and he seemed to be quite enjoying the fresh air. The guy was beyond fit, so the walk itself didn’t even phase him. If anything, I was the one struggling to keep up the pace, but I blamed that on the fact that most of my blood was currently racing around my dick, keeping it achingly hard as I constantly checked out Pete’s muscular legs or his impressive ass.

“So, I know your work takes up a lot of time, but what do you like doing when you’re not working?”

Part of me hoped that talking about Pete’s life would sufficiently distract me from what was under his shorts. I knew it was a futile effort, but I needed to try something, anything.

“I love hitting the gym and the pool, and art is just as important out of work for me, but I guess I don’t do a lot else.”

“I guessed you enjoyed the gym,” I said before I could think before I spoke.

Pete chuckled and it sounded nervous. “Thanks . . . I think.”

“Oh no, it was a compliment,” I said, hoping to clear the weirdness that was settling between us. “You don’t fill out those suits that well without hitting the gym on a regular basis.”

“Uh, thanks Aaron.”

“Sorry, this is sounding pervy and I totally didn’t intend it to.”

Pete laughed, and this time it was genuine. “I don’t think using the word pervy helps you here.”

“And here was me just trying to play nice.”

“I appreciate it, honestly. You don’t need to feel uncomfortable about giving me a compliment.”

Pete gave my shoulder another squeeze, and that pressure went straight to my dick. It took all of my self-control not to moan under his touch.

“How much further do you reckon?” Pete asked, after what was a fairly comfortable silence.

I’d taken the lead to try and clear my head and came to a stop and turned to find Pete with a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“I thought Mr Gym would have no issue with this incline,” I said with a teasing laugh.

Pete shrugged. “Uh, the incline is fine. It’s just . . . I just wondered how much longer.”

“Maybe another ten mins or so.”

I carried on forward but decided to drop back and tie my shoe. There was something about the way Pete had gone to say something and changed his mind. It intrigued me, but I knew I was likely just clutching at straws.

As I knelt down to retie my laces, Pete went ahead of me, and I quickly jumped up to follow behind him.

Initially, I was too distracted by the sight of Pete’s ass and thighs again, but then I noticed something subtle. Pete had slowed down a little, and he seemed to be walking with his feet slightly more widely apart.

“Is everything okay, Pete?” I asked as casually as possible.

Pete nodded ahead of me. “Yep, all good.”

His voice sounded tighter, and I noticed that as soon as I asked, he went back to walking normally. However, this only lasted a couple of minutes before he was spreading his legs wider.  

Before I could study him any further, Pete breathed a sigh of relief as we passed through the last of the trees, stepped through an open gate and crested the hill.

“Okay, so you should get enough reception up to here to do what you need to do, but if not, my cell phone is usually fine.”

Pete smiled. “Thanks Aaron, looks like mine is working perfectly.”

“In which case, I’ll take a seat and wait until you’re done.”

I watched Pete walk a little away before he made his first call. Within seconds, he was talking animatedly about some piece he desperately needed to source for his client. At first, he seemed perfectly normal, but the longer the conversation ran for, the more fidgety he got.

It was subtle to begin with, just moving from foot to foot, but then I noticed that Pete was spreading his legs more widely than usual. Then it moved to him pushing his thighs together and slightly pushing that impressive ass out.

What the hell was he doing?

Just as Pete moved on to his second call, I was scrolling through my own phone as a distraction, and when I looked up, he was picking at the back of the shorts.

After a couple more minutes, he was picking at the material around his meaty bulge.

And that’s when it hit me . . . after a sweaty hike, he must have been chafing like hell in that thong. That’s why he was walking funny and why he was now trying to readjust himself. I wasn’t sure if I felt bad for him or just hornier.

After a third call, Pete walked back over to me.

“I just need to send a couple of emails and then I should be good to go.”

“No worries. I hope that means you’ll be done for work until we’re back. I don’t really fancy hiking up here again unless we need to.”

Pete smiled. “I appreciate you bringing me up here, but I promise I won’t come back up.”

“Excellent. Get your emails done and then we’ll head back and grab some food and maybe hit the hot tub.”

Pete grinned. “That sounds perfect.”

Whilst Pete tapped away on his phone, I stood up and brushed the dust from my butt. I’d been sat next to the gate, and as I stood up, the gate slammed shut. Pete jumped and spun around, but relaxed when he saw it was just the gate, and I gave him an apologetic smile.

“That scared the crap out of me,” Pete said as he wandered over, putting his phone into one of the side pockets of the shorts.

“You and me both. Are you ready to go?”

Pete seemed to shift on the spot slightly, clearly still uncomfortable, but nodded.

I grabbed the gate to yank it open, but it didn’t move.

“Fuck, I think this is stuck,” I said with a frown as I put all my strength into pulling it open.

“Let me try,” Pete said, and I was more than happy to watch his biceps strain as he tugged at the gate, but it looked like it had slammed shut and was stuck against the tree it had slammed into.

“Don’t worry, Pete, we can just climb over,” I said with a shrug.

Not waiting for Pete’s reaction, I put one foot up on the fence and easily jumped over.

Pete looked at the fence like he was trying to solve an equation. He put one foot on the fence before putting his other foot on the slat a bit higher up. He seemed to reassess as he tried to lift one leg over the top, realising that his tight shorts didn’t provide much flexibility.

“Pete, do you want some help? It’s just us and I really don’t want you to fall off this fence due to pride or something.”

Pete gave a weak laugh. “Um, can I just put my hand on your shoulder for some leverage?”

I stepped closer to the fence and Pete put a slightly shaky hand on my shoulder as he took another step and put his right foot on the top of the fence.

“That’s it,” I said reassuringly. “Now, just swing your other leg over as quick as you can.”

Pete seemed to consider this for a moment before bringing his other leg over. He put his foot on one of the slats, but it slipped and that was when my dreams came true.

As Pete’s foot slipped down to the next slat, my old shorts gave up completely. There was an almighty ripping sound, and I saw the material shred open along the crotch and through the rear seam, completely exposing Pete’s bulge in his skimpy thong, the tops of his thighs, and best of all, his furry perfect cheeks.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Pete said as he let himself drop to the ground, his hands flying to the huge rip at the rear of the shorts, his hands slapping on to his exposed cheeks.

“Wow, Pete. No wonder you looked a little uncomfortable back there. That thing must be chafing like a bitch.”

Pete’s cheeks flushed beet red as he saw me staring at his meaty bulge in his thong. “Aaron, please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Maybe let’s try and get you out of this situation before you start bribing me for silence.”

Pete’s eyes widened at the word “bribing”. “Aaron, I can explain this. It’s just a choice of . . .”

“Pete, you’re into wearing slutty undies. It’s totally cool.”

Pete almost winced. “They’re . . . they’re not slutty. I just . . .”

“Find them sexy? Get off on wearing something so skimpy under your suits?”

And that’s when I saw it . . . a distinct twitch in the pouch of Pete’s thong.

My Stepdad was getting off on my mockery, and I was about to lose my last shred of self-control!