Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 06:12:52 -0700
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Andrew, Ian and what I saw part 3 of 5
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Stepsons - Chapter 3
The light streamed into the bedroom early that morning, and as
usual, it woke me up. I looked at the clock. 6:21 AM. My mind was foggy,
not quite awake yet, and I felt that I had the kind of headache caused by
sleep-deprivation. Slowly, I began to wake, and realized that it had only
been a few hours since Andrew and I had had sex. I wondered if he was
still in bed with me. I hadn't felt him leave the bed at all. I looked to
my left, and saw his form there, covered by a sheet. I reached out my left
hand and touched him. He was on his side, facing away from me. I rested
my hand on his bare hip. I moved it up a bit to his waist, then back down
to his hip. He was smooth and still naked. I lay there, dropping my other
hand to my now growing cock. I wondered if he had morning wood. There was
only one way to find out. I rolled to my side, and shifted myself over to
him, spooning him. I reached around his bare hip, placing my hand on his
boyhood rod. He was stiff, but not hard. I started to just touch it,
running my fingers up his stiffening shaft, and then back down to his
balls. He was getting harder. I now took his cock in my hand and started
to stroke it gently. Andrew moaned softly, and rolled back into me. I
could tell he was not fully awake, but he was awake enough to know what I
was doing. As I continued to stroke his cock, he fell asleep, resting
against me. I didn't take long, but I soon felt his cock pulse as he shot
another boy load. I continued to stroke his cock, getting his cum on my
hand. After he'd finished his load, I moved my hand up to his belly and
wiped my fingers in his cum. Andrew didn't wake up as I moved from him and
lay on my back, now taking my own fully erect cock in my cum laced hand. I
wanted to get off, and wished he was awake to do it. I started while in
the bed, and with my free hand reached over to him and rested it on his
naked smooth body. It didn't take long for me to shoot, and I could tell
it wasn't a big load. But the climax was good. I lay there, and soon fell
to sleep.
I didn't sleep too long, waking up to more light in our bedroom. I
looked at the clock, and only about 45 minutes has passed. I slowly
crawled out of bed, and into our bathroom to take a shower. The warm water
felt good, and I found myself playing with my limp dick, wanting to get off
again. But I didn't. I washed my hair, rinsed, got out and dried, and
walked back into our room, seeing Andrew still in our bed on his left side,
fast asleep. I pulled on a pair of shorts, but no underwear. I still felt
horned up and wanted to be ready in case Andrew came on to me again. I
exited the bedroom, thinking that as soon as he woke I'd need to pull the
bedding off and wash it. I went into the kitchen, fired up the coffee
maker and made myself a cup of coffee. I went out front and grabbed the
newspaper, came back and plopped on the den couch to read. For the next
hour or so I kept getting up to do things, and walk down the hall to see if
Andrew was still in bed. As I returned from one such trip into the
kitchen, I started to make breakfast. Soon I heard the door to the boy's
bathroom close and the shower fire up, followed by a toilet flush. Andrew
was up. I quickly went to the bedroom and ripped off the sweat and cum
stained sheets to wash them. I passed the closed bathroom door and
stopped, wondering if I should go in. I hesitated, and moved on to the
garage, where I started up the washing machine and tossed in the sheets. I
went back into the house - the shower was still going. I continued to make
my breakfast - he was still in the shower. I looked at the clock - 10
minutes had passed. Usually Andrew took 10 minute showers. I started to
eat my breakfast and then the phone rang - it was my wife. She started to
talk about the night before, the event, the dinner with the people she
worked with, how late she got to bed, and asked how things were there. I
told her Ian was at Jessie's and Andrew was just awake. We talked for a
while and then I heard the shower stop. I became distracted because I
checked the time - he'd been in there 20 minutes. My wife said something
to the effect "did you hear what I said?", and I told her that Andrew had
distracted me, which was true. She continued on as I heard the door to the
boy's bathroom open and then the door to Andrew's room close. Again, I
didn't fully pay attention. As we started to finish the call, the door to
Andrew's room opened and in a second or two he walked into the kitchen. He
was in the same pair of red basketball shorts he'd been in the night
before. He looked at me and I mouthed the word "mom", pointing to the
phone. He nodded and went to the fridge. I stared at his broad back and
the top of his but crack that was showing. I wanted to go to him and pull
the shorts down and fuck him then and there, just as his mom said "give the
boys my love". I spoke that to Andrew and he turned and acknowledged it.
Finally, she said goodbye and hung up.
I put the phone on the counter and looked at Andrew. He smiled at
me and said "why didn't you come into the shower with me? I took a long
one thinking you would." I shrugged my shoulders, looked at him, and felt
my dick stiffen a bit.
"Well", I timidly started, "I did think about it but," I paused.
"I just thought if I did you'd think I was some horny old pervert who
wanted to do nothing more than fuck his 16 year old stepson."
I couldn't believe I just said that. But Andrew replied, "I ALREADY
think you're a horny old pervert who wants to fuck his 16 year old stepson,
and I WANT you to fuck me." He said this rather matter-of-factly, not
intending it to mean fucking him then and there. We both giggled
self-consciously. I looked down at my feet, not knowing what to say next.
"So," Andrew started, "uh, why not now? Why not here on the
kitchen counter?", and he patted the counter with his palm. He looked at
me and raised an eyebrow, and started to slip his fingers into the
waistband of his shorts, as if he was getting ready to pull them down. I
smirked at him, and then sheepishly said "I dunno - your brother could be
home any time now, and I wouldn't want him to catch us. Especially since
he probably thinks he's in deep shit for me catching you guys yesterday."
Andrew grunted an agreement.
There was a long silence as I picked up my coffee and took another
sip. Andrew then said "well, see these shorts I'm wearing?" He pointed to
the red basketball shorts he had on. "These are my 'sex shorts'. I wear
these when I want Ian to know I want to have sex. So, when I have these
on, it means I want to have sex with you."
"Ok," I started. "But, if THOSE shorts are your signal to Ian to
have sex, and you wear them around me to signal ME you want to have sex,
then won't Ian think he was getting it?" Andrew stood still, staring
blankly. He started to nod his head.
"You're right. Didn't think about that." He paused in
contemplation. "So, is there a pair of shorts that you like that I could
use as a signal to YOU for sex?" I thought for a second.
"Let's go in your room and find a pair." Andrew smiled and agreed.
I picked up my coffee and followed him down the hallway to his room,
looking at his fine teen boi bubble butt as he walked ahead of me. We
reached his room, and I commented how messy it was. He giggled, and
commented that I always say that. He opened one of his dresser drawers and
started to see what was there. It was obvious that he had no sense of
order or organization for his clothes. He had underwear, socks, t-shirts,
shorts messed in a single drawer, but I didn't see anything I liked. We
moved to the next drawer. Again, nothing. I found myself close to him, my
hip rubbing his right butt cheek. I felt my dick stiffen as I rubbed him,
and thought I'd yank his shorts down and fuck him there. Then I saw them -
the pair of shorts I liked. They were a pair of board shorts that he'd
wear occasionally. A pale yellow and pale blue combination, with no liner,
meant to be worn with briefs or boxer briefs. But Andrew always wore them
without anything.
"Those", I said, pointing to the shorts. "I like it when you wear
those."
He straightened up, taking the shorts in his hand. "OK," he nodded.
"These will be my 'sex signal' shorts for you." He started to close the
drawers, which was difficult with all his clothing just jammed in there.
"What else would you like me to wear? Like, do you like me in briefs,
boxer briefs or boxers? Or anything 'special'?"
I thought for a second or two, trying to remember things he'd worn
that I noticed and felt were sexy. Other than the red basketball shorts
and the board shorts, there wasn't much else. I looked down in his
drawers, and saw another pair of board shorts that he would wear that I
liked, so I pointed at them.
"But," he started, "what about like underwear or something?"
I shrugged my shoulders, and said "you don't really ever wear
underwear anyway, do you?" He giggled self-consciously.
"No," he admitted. "I hardly ever do - especially with shorts." He
looked down at the stuffed dresser drawers. "So," he looked up at me,
"nothing?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Not really" I replied. "Too bad you
don't have a pair of farmer's overalls. I think those are sexy on a guy,
especially if he doesn't have anything on underneath."
Andrew looked perplexed. "What," he stammered, "are farmer's
overalls?"
I looked at him in shock - he didn't know? "You, uh, never saw or
heard of them?" He shook his head. "Ever see babies in the Oshkosh
things?" I described to him the Oshkosh overalls that infants and toddlers
wore. He then nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"Yeah. They make those for older than kids?" I told him that
farmers used to wear them all the time. I admitted I didn't know if they
still did or not.
"I think", I added, "that girls wear them mostly. But on a guy I
think they're hot. ESPECIALLY if they are not wearing a shirt or underwear
underneath. Their arms are bare, their sides, and possibly their waist and
hips. But the thought of reaching INTO them and playing with a guy is what
is sexy to me."
Andrew smiled at me. "Well, then. I better get a pair!" We
giggled. I told him I'd leave the room so he could change into the board
shorts, and he laughed, wondering why I felt the need to leave. So, I
stayed, and watched as he yanked down the red basketball shorts, past his
semi-rigid young manhood, and to the floor. He then stepped into the board
shorts and pulled them up, affixing the Velcro fly, but not tying them.
They naturally slipped down to his hips. Damn, he looked good. I told him
that too. He smiled. I felt my dick tingle and stiffen up a little. I
wanted him again. I reached over and started to pat his slight bulge,
hoping to do some more, but then I heard the front door open, and we both
whispered "Ian's home." I quickly moved my hand, and to cover myself, told
him to get his room picked up as I walked out.
I looked down the hallway as Ian walked by. He looked like crap -
his eyes were 1/2-closed, his hair all disheveled. I asked if he was OK,
and he quickly and quietly said he'd not slept very much at Jessie's.
"You up to doing the housework your mom wants you to do? It has to
be done by the time she gets home at 4 PM." He mumbled that he was tired,
but he'd get on it. I could tell that, more than anything, he wanted to
avoid me. It was obvious he still was thinking he was in deep shit with me
and his mom. I slowly followed him down the hall to his room, where he
plopped on his bed, and started to pick up one of the game controllers for
his GameCube.
"Uh, dude," I started.
He looked up at me and asking in an annoyed tone, "WHAT?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said "remember, you only have a few
hours to get on the housework mom wants done." I left his room and
wandered down the hall and into the kitchen, where Andrew was making
himself a late breakfast.
I leaned in and whispered to Andrew "I think he thinks he's in deep
shit and is trying to avoid me." Andrew was chewing, so he just mumbled in
agreement. "Maybe", I started, "I should take off for a bit, go 'shopping'
for a couple of hours and let you guys talk." Again, Andrew agreed by
mumbling with a full mouth. I went back into the bedroom, changed into
more appropriate street clothing, and decided to make an obvious show that
I was leaving, hopefully allowing Ian and Andrew to talk. I went down to
Ian's room, where he was still sitting on his bed playing on his GameCube.
"I'm taking off for a couple of hours to shop and stuff. Keep on
the housework, OK?"
He nodded, and then grumbled "I will." I walked back out through
the kitchen, commented to Andrew that Ian was "all his", grabbed my keys,
and went into the garage. I opened the garage door, hopped into my Jeep,
and headed out.
My first stop was the park where I liked to walk. It was late
Sunday morning on a warm day, so the park was full of people doing company
or family picnics. The lake was rimmed with fisherman trying to hook a
nice bass. I did my circuit around the lake, and got back to my car,
sweating from the exertion. Only 45 minutes had passed, so I decided to
head to Home Depot and waste some time there. I ended up getting a plant
and a couple of things for the house. It was now almost an
hour-and-a-half, so I decided to head on home. As I got into my Jeep, I
wondered what would be waiting for me there. I pulled into the driveway,
pressed the garage door opener and drove in. Both bikes were there and no
other bikes out front, so both boys were home and no friends were there. I
walked into the house and down the hallway into the family room. Andrew
was sitting on the couch, watching a baseball game. I continued to the
bedrooms, intending to check on how Ian was doing. I looked into his room,
and found him asleep. So, I walked back out to Andrew.
"So," I started. "Looks like Ian couldn't stay awake." I paused,
and sat next to Andrew. After a moment of silence I asked "Did you guys,
uh, talk?" Andrew didn't even look at me as he started to talk.
"Yeah," he said, paying more attention to the announcers about the
game than to me. "By the time you left the driveway he came into the
kitchen and asked if you'd said anything to mom. So, I told him that you
hadn't said anything yet, and that you weren't going to. He was like
totally shocked." There was a pause as Andrew watched a nice hit from the
Angels' batter. "Then," he started, "I told him how you were into gay sex
but not gay, how you liked teen gay sex and teen gay incest, and that you
were OK with us foolin' around." This last word was drowned out by the
sounds from the game - it was an RBI. Andrew resumed "he went back into
his room and as far as I know, went back to his housework." I mentioned
again that Ian was asleep.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Andrew stayed on the
couch watching the game. I went into our bedroom and watched TV, and Ian
slept. My wife called a bit before 4 PM to tell me that her flight was on
time and she'd be home by dinner. She inquired about Ian and his
housework, and I told her that he'd not slept much at Jessie's, and was
asleep. She grew upset at this, and asked me to wake him up so he could
get the work done. We agreed on dinner plans, and I hung up the phone. I
headed into Ian's room and worked on waking him up. It took a while, but
he woke up. I told him he had to do the housework that his mom told him to
do, and that she would be home soon. He seemed rested, and, actually,
relaxed. He smiled at me. He went to get the vacuum cleaner and furniture
polish, and I left the room, and went back into our bedroom to watch TV. I
ended up lying down, tempted to play with myself and rub one out, but held
out from doing that. About 5:30 or so I got up and headed into the kitchen
to start dinner. Ian had finished the vacuuming and dusting, and even had
cleaned the kitchen. I was relieved, since I figured my wife would be
there soon. The shuttle pulled up at about 6 PM and she got out. She was
tired, and after dinner she unpacked and went to bed.
The next few weeks were like nothing had happened. Occasionally I'd
see Andrew in the "signal" board shorts I liked, but I knew he was teasing,
since his mom was usually home. The only different thing was that Ian was
now exceptionally nice to me. He talked to me more, and even started to
touch my on the shoulder sometimes. The weekend following my wife's trip
was the boy's weekend with their dad, so while they were gone, my wife and
I made up for lost time. For some reason, my sex drive was stronger than
before - something my wife commented on. She liked it, and I thought to
myself she had her 16 year old son to thank for it. That weekend we had
sex a few times, one time in the kitchen. It was more energetic that it
had been since before we were married. My wife did enjoy it, but when she
gave me head one of the times I realized her son did it better.
As the time for her next trip approached, Ian became somewhat
affectionate. At first it was the touches on the shoulder, but the week
before my wife left, he would sometimes stand close to me, rubbing his
shoulder against my arm (he was only about 5' 4"). Then, in the days
before she left, he started to touch me on the shoulder at various times,
or sit next to me on the couch with our legs rubbing. Two days before she
left, though, was a shocker, when as I was washing the dishes after dinner,
he came to the sink to put his plate in, touched me on the shoulder, and
then slipped his hand down to my butt, and squeezed. I looked at him and
saw a gentle but impish smile cross his face. He turned and left the sink,
and I stood there, perplexed at what had happened. I thought about asking
Andrew, and was intending on doing that, but for the rest of the evening,
there was no time when Andrew was alone. But then, the next night - the
night before my wife left for the weekend trip - things got REALLY
interesting with Ian. I was again at the sink, washing the dinner dishes,
and Ian again came up to me to place his plate by the sink. But this time
he not only touched my shoulder, but with his other hand, he cupped my
package. I leapt a little, then looked at him. Again he had an impish
grin, a bit crooked, and his eyes flashed. I didn't know what would happen
now. I was all of a sudden feeling QUITE aroused, but I knew my wife was
preoccupied with packing for the trade show, so sex with her might be out
of the question that night. The rest of the evening Ian stayed in his
room, coming out only occasionally. I headed to bed at my usual time,
since I had to get up early for work. My wife's shuttle was going to be
there shortly after I left, so she went to bed early as well. But I could
NOT sleep! The tingle that I felt in my balls from Ian's touching me
really was keeping me awake. I must've gotten to sleep well after
midnight.
I woke the next morning tired, but having to get up for both work
and getting my wife out the door. I headed off to work, tired from the
lack of sleep and preoccupied with thinking of what Ian had done the night
before. The day seemed to drag too, because I wasn't too busy. I was glad
when I finally could head home. It was a Thursday night - Andrew's night
to fix dinner. As I drove home I wondered what it would be like there:
what would they be wearing - if ANYTHING at all? Had they had sex while
they were home alone? As I pulled into the driveway and opened up the
garage door, I really had no clue as to what to expect. So, as I opened
the door into the house, and shut the garage door, calling out to the boys,
Andrew responded, and I could tell he was in the family room. I walked in
there to see him seated on the couch, a game controller in his hand,
wearing the red basketball shorts that were the "signal" shorts for Ian. I
asked about Ian, thinking he might be in his room. Andrew replied that Ian
had gone to Jesse's earlier in the afternoon. I stood there, looking at
the game graphics on the TV, then back to Andrew.
"Probably to have some fun, eh?" I asked, trying to make it sound as
suggestive as possible.
"Maybe," Andrew replied. There was a pause while he jostled the
game controller. "He and I had sex a couple of times today while you were
gone, so he might just be hangin' out over there."
The thought of the two of them having had sex "a couple of times"
interested me. "Just a couple?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Andrew didn't stop his concentration on the game, and answered,
slowly, "yeah.....he woke me up with a bj and then I fucked him in the
shower before he went to", a pause while he killed off a game character,
"Jesse's." I took a deep breath, and headed off to my bedroom to change
from work clothes into shorts. I was tempted to strip off and ONLY wear
shorts, but I decided not to. I returned to the kitchen, and called out to
Andrew if he was hungry for dinner.
"Yeah," he replied. "And Ian said he'd have dinner at Jesse's. I
think he was thinkin' that we'd like to have a little fun before he came
home later."
I paused as I took out a pan to make dinner. "Uh, did you tell him
about us having, uh, 'fun' a few weeks ago?" I was concerned. Andrew
replied that he had not told Ian about us, but he said Ian mentioned that
Andrew and I should hook up. After a bit of silence, I asked Andrew a
question.
"So, uh, do you, uh, well...." I felt my heart pump and my body
start to tremble. "Do you want....to have....fun?" I asked timidly. "I
mean, you're not in 'my' signal shorts." I meant this to be funny. Andrew
paused the game, tossed the controller to his side, and jogged out of the
family room. In just a few seconds he returned, wearing the board shorts
that were the "signal" shorts for him and me. I smiled. "Nice," I said.
Andrew cocked his head toward the bedrooms. "C'mon", he said. He
left the kitchen, and I followed him. By the time I turned the corner to
my bedroom, the board shorts were at his ankles, his toned, naked and
smooth body facing me. He was already hard, and it looked good. I stepped
towards him, looking at his flat smooth chest and flat belly, and noticed
that he'd trimmed and shaved his pubes - he was totally smooth. I reached
out and touched him, touching his smooth balls and the flat belly. He
reached out to me and began to tug at my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my
up stretched arms, tossing it on the floor. He then undid the button of my
shorts, pulling the zipper down, then slowly he pulled my cargo shorts over
my hips, allowing them to fall to the floor. I was fully erect by now, and
he touched the bulge in my shorts, squeezing it gently and outlining the
fullness of my cock head with his finger tips. He moved in a bit closer
and started to lace his fingers in the waistband of my shorts. As he did
this I took his full boyhood in my hands, massaging his cock with my right
hand, and tickling his smooth boy balls with my left. By now, he'd moved
the waistband of my underwear over my hard cock, and started to pull my
underwear down, past my hips and then my knees. Soon, they were at my
ankles. I stepped out of the pile of shorts and underwear at my feet. As I
did, Andrew moved his hands to my hard cock, tickling it and touching the
precum oozing from the slit at the head. Then he got down to his knees,
keeping my cock in his hands, and then began to gently lick the precum off
the tip of my dick. I started to run my fingers through his moppy hair,
and rub his face gently and his shoulder. Soon, I felt him take me into
his mouth, and start to vigorously suck me. I felt the wonderful sensation
of a good cock sucking as I looked down at this wonderful teen boy. I was
all horned up from the previous night when Ian cupped me, so it didn't take
long to feel the urge to release, and as I shot my load in Andrew's mouth,
he stayed on me, swallowing it as I shot it. God, it was so perfect! Here
I was, first night with my wife out of town, and my hot 16 year old stepson
had just given me head! He pulled off of me, wiped his mouth with the back
of his hand, and said that he was hungry. I joked that I just fed him, and
he laughed. But he then repeated he was really hungry, and said he should
start dinner as it was his night to make dinner. He got up, slipped on the
board shorts as I got dressed myself. We returned to the kitchen where
Andrew started up pasta. Rather than eat at the table, we ate in the
family room while watching an Angels game. Ian came in just as we finished
up dinner. Since Andrew fixed dinner, I had the job of doing the dishes,
and I did so fully expecting Ian to hit on me or touch me or maybe even
grope me. I wasn't disappointed. As I stood at the sink, and Andrew
remained on the family room couch facing away from the kitchen, Ian walked
up next to me at the sink. As he did his shoulder touched my arm. I felt
the electricity again, this time now knowing what to expect. I wasn't
disappointed, though, as Ian reached down, and not only cupped my balls,
but started to squeeze my semi-erect dick.
"Nice," he whispered. He continued to squeeze, making me get more
erect as he did. All of a sudden Andrew yelled from the couch - the Angels
had just taken the lead on a 3-run homer! Ian dropped his hand and jogged
to the couch to see the replay. I just stood there at the sink, my cock
almost fully erect from Ian's touching. I finished the dishes while Ian
plopped himself next to Andrew on the couch. I went behind them, wondering
if they'd get to touching or being affectionate with me standing there.
They didn't. Soon, I joined them on one of the easy chairs, and we watched
the rest of the game, with no sexual contact or conversation. After the
game, Andrew asked if he could play some games, and I agreed. Ian stayed
with him. I then excused myself and headed off to bed. I asked the boys
to keep the volume low as I left the kitchen. I walked into my bedroom,
stripped to my underwear (slightly damp from precum when Ian touched me,
and caked with cum residue from when Andrew blew me). I stayed in the
shorts, laid on top of the bed since it was warm, and watched the 10 PM
news on channel 5. Finally about 11 PM I turned off the light and tried to
go to sleep.
It was tough to sleep, knowing that the boys were in the family
room and, for all I knew, having fun. Around midnight, just as I started
to drift off, I heard the boys go into their own rooms and the bathroom,
highlighted with sounds of toilets flushing. I drifted off again. But
then, I had a dream - a dream about me being in some sex hotel where you
could fuck whenever and whoever you wanted. My wife was there, but then
she changed into one of my old girlfriends, and then Ian. I started to
wake from the dream, and could hear Ian, moaning, saying "fuck me! Fuck Me!
FUCK ME!!!' As I woke more I realized that the boys were having sex, and
Ian was getting fucked by Andrew. I looked at the clock on the nightstand
- about 1:30 AM. This was different from that time I first caught them:
they seemed to be louder on purpose, or maybe just knowing they had the
total freedom since I was home, their mom was gone, and I was OK with them
having sex. I laid there in bed, putting my hand into my underwear to
start to play with myself. I felt half-tempted to go in there, but decided
not to. As I listened to the sounds of boys fucking I pulled my shorts
down and started to jack off. Before I got TOO much farther I went to the
dresser and pulled out a washcloth to help clean myself up. I returned to
the bed, listening to the boy sex and continued to stroke my fully erect
cock, wishing they'd come in to MY room and "catch" me. The sound
continued and then just as I climaxed, I heard Andrew yell in pleasure,
obviously he was cumming at the same time as I was. As the boys quieted
down, I cleaned up, and then listened to any more sounds. Soon I could
hear Ian moaning softly again, and say in a fully audible voice "suck me
bro, suck me." I figured now he was getting Andrew's expert oral
ministrations. Ian got noisier, and then I could hear him yell from the
pleasure of releasing his boy juice in his brother's eager, wet mouth. I
lay there, waiting for the sounds to continue, but they died down, and soon
I fell asleep.