Educating Stepdad - Chapter Three

As Aaron helped Pete out of his muddy ripped suit, he couldn't help but wonder if they'd had a moment. He knows nothing can happen with his new stepdad but that doesn't stop him having ideas.

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Sleep completely eluded me.

I’d jerked off over the video of Pete, sprawled in the mud with that sexy ass showing through the rip in his suit pants, three times already. Of course, I’d had to do all three in the bathroom as I was sharing a room with Caleb, but I was past caring.

All I could think about was Pete and I was driving myself insane. I’d had the opportunity to get him naked, to grope his cock, or to get a lot more handsy than I had, but I’d been all noble about it, and been the perfect gentleman . . . mostly.

As I lay in bed watching the light brighten at the sides of the drapes, I couldn’t get over how different Pete had been during the evening.

When he’d emerged from the shower, he’d been wearing a long-sleeved cotton t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants. It was obviously what he slept in, but it seemed to soften him up completely. He didn’t brag, or talk about work, as we sat on the rear deck drinking beers (wine for Pete) and ate burgers.

At one point, Caleb had gone to the bathroom, and Pete went inside to refill his glass. As he walked by me, he placed a warm hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. A normal person would assume he was just being tactile and friendly, but my horny cock-driven brain immediately prayed that he was trying to come on to me.

I needed to get a grip.

When it was light enough that I could reasonably be awake, I quietly climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen, leaving Caleb snoring softly in his bed. I was just about to pour my first mug of steaming coffee when I heard the soft pad of footsteps behind me.

“Morning Aaron.”

I turned around to find Pete wearing nothing but his pyjama pants; his bare furry chest and stomach on show, his biceps looking pumped and perfect, and the soft v that led into those pyjama pants had me drooling.

“Uh, hey Pete. Coffee?”

He smiled, and I melted. Fuck, I had it bad.

“That’d be great. Thanks Aaron.”

I poured Pete a coffee and tried to calm myself down, hyperaware that I was wearing some thin running shorts, and my dick would be even more obvious if I chubbed up.

“How did you sleep?” he asked as I handed him the mug.

I nodded as I quickly took a seat at the small table. “Yep, slept okay. You?”

Pete stretched one arm above his head giving me a teasing view of an armpit that was begging for my tongue. “Oh, I slept great. I definitely needed it. Shall we take these out on the deck so that we don’t wake Caleb?”

“You want to voluntarily go back outside?” I teased.

Pete chuckled. “I think I can manage the deck.”

I followed Pete outside, trying my hardest not to focus on his thick bubble butt and the way it moved underneath the thin material of his pyjama pants.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Pete asked. “I could do with finding some Wi-Fi and doing a little work if that’s possible?”

I forced myself not to roll my eyes. Clearly Pete’s fall from grace had worn off already.

“The whole point of being out here is that we don’t have Wi-Fi. Can’t work wait until we’re back?”

Pete frowned. “It’s just I have a really important client that’s after something, and I’m waiting to hear back from a few contacts. You don’t understand how demanding some of my clients can be, and I’d hate to let them down.”

Caleb and I didn’t have anything specific planned for the day, but I really didn’t want to have to drive back to reality so that we could find some Wi-Fi.

Of course, there were other options . . .

“Driving to find somewhere with Wi-Fi would take ages, but if we hike up one of the trails nearby, there’s a weird spot that I get perfect 5G so you could use my phone? A hike was probably on the cards today anyway.”

“A hike? Will it be as muddy as . . . well, as yesterday.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me, seeing how much Pete blushed; seeing this sexy guy glowing pink like a cartoon character was equally adorable, and hot.

“It won’t be as muddy, and I’m hoping you’ll be wearing something a little more suitable.”

Pete clenched his hands. “I don’t have anything else. I only wear suits, unless I’m at the gym.”

“Please tell me you brought some gym wear with you.”

Pete shook his head. “I’m sorry. I just assumed that we’d be in the cabin, rather than out and about.”

I laughed. “You’ve really never done something like this before, have you?”

“I’ve never done the whole outdoors thing. I’m a city boy, born and bred. I don’t think I could face doing a hike in a suit. I’d really rather not ruin another pair of designer shoes either. Are you sure we can’t drive somewhere?”

As much as I loved the idea of Pete getting his shoes stuck in the mud again, not to mention ripping out of another pair of too tight suit pants, I didn’t really want to put him through that again. I considered our options and then an idea came to me in that moment that was so magically brilliant that I tried not to grin too much.

“Okay, here’s an idea. Why don’t you borrow something of mine or Caleb’s? That way you don’t have to worry about getting them dirty, and you can still join in. I’d hate for you to go back to the city life without fully experiencing the outdoors.”

Pete looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights as he processed my proposal. I wasn’t leaving him much opportunity to say no, and the thought of Pete’s thick thighs and ass being crammed into a pair of my shorts was making my dick throb.

“I guess that could work,” he said eventually.

“Excellent, I’ll dig out some clothes for you,” I said, jumping up from my seat.

I was about to head back inside when I had another thought. “Uh, do you need . . . underwear? I noticed you weren’t wearing any yesterday.”

Pete blushed again and shifted awkwardly in his seat. “I do have some . . . but thank you.”

As I headed inside, my mind went into overdrive as I tried to imagine the sort of underwear that Pete wore on a daily basis. I’d assumed that commando was his go to option, but maybe he’d just felt a little daring yesterday.

“Morning bro,” I said as I opened the bedroom door and saw Caleb lying there looking at the ceiling. “You up for a hike today?”

Caleb slowly sat up in bed. “I don’t think so.”

He sounded like crap, so I went straight to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

“Dude, have you got a cold?”

Caleb hung his head. “I think it might be the plague.”

I laughed as I patted his shoulder. “Sure, bro. The plague.”

“Do you mind if I just crash here today? I feel like death.”

I tried to hide my smile at the idea of a hike with just me and Pete, but Caleb clocked it and immediately raised his eyebrows in question.

“Okay, what are you up to?”

“Nothing, I just don’t mind if you wanna stay here and chill.”

Caleb sat up straighter in bed as I moved over to my bag to dig out some clothes.

“Az, do I need to remind you that Pete is our stepdad? You can’t do anything with him or to him. You know that, right?”

“I’m fully aware of who he is. I’m just having some fun with him, that’s all.”

Caleb flopped back on to his pillow. “You know what, do as you please. Just please don’t tell me about it. I’m trying to have a relationship with the guy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Feel better, bro.”

I grabbed the clothes I’d pulled out and headed for the door as Caleb groaned and pulled the covers over his head.

I found Pete still sitting on the deck, still shirtless, still looking like my wet dream come to life.

“I didn’t bring much with me, but I have a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt. What size shoes are you?”

“I wear a twelve,” he said as he eyed the clothes in my hand.

“Perfect, you can borrow Caleb’s walking boots. He’s got a cold or something so he’s gonna stay here. Let’s grab some breakfast and then we’ll head out.”

Pete stood up and nodded as he took the clothes from me.

We had more coffee and some toast for breakfast, and I was concerned by how quiet Pete had gotten since I’d handed him the clothes.

“Are you okay?” I asked before Pete headed off to get ready.

He gave me a weak smile. “Just a little nervous after yesterday. Are you sure these will fit me? I’m a little bigger than you are.”

“They might be a little tight but we’re only going for a hike. No one will see you except me, and I saw a lot more yesterday.”

Pete looked around him, as if he was expecting to find that a group of people had just overheard what I’d said.

“Honestly, you’ll be fine, Pete. We’ll hike a little, you can do some work stuff, and then we’ll come back and hit the hot tub. Nice and easy.”

Pete nodded. “Yes, that sounds okay. Alright, I’ll go and get dressed.”

Part of me wanted to tell him not to bother as the view of his bare chest was way too delicious to cover up, but I was confident that his outfit would be just as enjoyable. I’d given Pete a polo shirt and my favourite pair of cargo shorts; they had pockets on sides, but they were a snug fit on me, so I was dying to see what they looked like on my thick stepdad.

Whilst Pete showered, I threw on a pair of briefs, my running shorts and a t-shirt. I’d shower after the hike, rather than before. As I waited for him to finish, I checked on Caleb and then paced back and forth on the deck.

When Pete emerged in my clothes, I was grateful for how tight my briefs were. Pete looked incredible! The polo shirt only just covered his stomach, and a teasing slither of furry flesh made me want to drop to my knees and kiss it.

And then there were the shorts . . . they hugged every muscle of his thighs, and his bulge looked almost obscene. Despite Pete only being a couple of inches taller than me, the shorts barely reached mid-thigh on him, and my whole mouth filled with saliva at the sight of him.

“This outfit is a little snugger than I’d usually go for,” he said sheepishly.

“Oh please. I’ve seen you in a suit, Pete. You like your clothes snug. You look great.”

Pete seemed to straighten up a little with the compliment, and I tossed him Caleb’s walking boots, and a pair of thick socks.

“I assumed you’d only have dress socks,” I said as he sat down to put them on.

“Yeah. I guess I need to buy some outdoorsy stuff if we’re doing this more often.”

“You mean I haven’t scared you off yet?”

Pete laughed. “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

Once Pete had put on the walking boots, we yelled bye to Caleb and headed out the front of the cabin.

Pete paused as he looked down at the bag on the porch that contained his muddy, ripped suit and shoes. “I . . . I don’t want to repeat yesterday.”

Although the sky was overcast, it wasn’t supposed to rain, and the ground was looking a little drier.

“You’ll be fine, Pete, and if you ruin this outfit then you can buy me a new one. No harm done.”

He gritted his teeth and nodded. “You’re right. I just need to get this over and done with.”

“You better do your lace up first,” I said, pointing to his right boot.

Pete bent over at the waist to tie his laces, and I about passed out at the sight in front of me.

The shorts stretched tightly over Pete’s impeccable bubble butt, which would be a drool worthy sight on its own. But what drew my attention was above the waistband of the shorts. Pete’s underwear choice was a green camo thong, and the whale tail just peeked out over the tight shorts and below the shirt where it had ridden up.

How the hell was I supposed to control myself when my stepdad was wearing a slutty thong under my shorts?

I was screwed!