Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2017 09:37:47 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 12

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 12

As I drove home, I thought about all that I had just done. I waited for the
guilt, the self-disgust, and the incredulity to sneak in. I could sense it
deep, deep back in the recesses of my mind. But no matter how much my mind
wanted to flood me with those negative reactions, I wouldn't allow it. I
was getting tired of the emotional roller coaster I had been subjecting
myself to lately. I wanted to stop analyzing and to start accepting and
enjoying.

OK, so I had had a three-way with a police officer and an underage kid
whose mother had essentially put the latter into the former's care. It
wasn't a situation I could defend if I were put before a jury. But who
cared? It had been completely consensual, and it had been a hell of a lot
of fun!

As I pulled up to a traffic light, I remembered the text that Ryan had sent
me. I pulled out my phone and tapped the link. For a moment right before
the picture loaded, I hoped it was Hector, though I knew that was too much
to ask.

When the picture appeared, I smiled. Hector wasn't in it, but that no
longer mattered. It was a photo of Ryan with a very handsome guy with light
skin, very dark short hair, a short cropped beard and moustache, and a
prominent Roman nose. He looked like he was 21 at the oldest. But, his good
looks weren't what made me smile. It was the blue truck that was behind
them in the picture. I was pretty sure it was the truck that Ryan had shown
up in at our house on Saturday morning after being out all night
partying. I suspected that my brother had very likely hooked up with that
guy after leaving my house drunk on Friday night.

I texted him back, "I'm in." The guy looked good, which made it easy to
agree. But, truth be told, after having watched Nick fuck Dale, I was more
driven than ever to get my thick cock into my son's amazing ass. I probably
would have agreed to anyone Ryan chose.

When I walked into the house, I heard the women in the living room watching
TV. I walked past them, but they were so engrossed in the show that they
didn't even notice me.

I went directly upstairs to change out of my work clothes. As I passed by
Jeremy's door, I was tempted to knock so I could say 'hi' to him. But I
decided I could wait until after I changed. I walked down the hall to my
room and began undressing. I had gotten down to my boxers when I saw Jeremy
out of the corner of my eye. He was standing in the doorway.

The sight of him startled me. I whispered, "What are you doing there?"

He winked, "Watching you undress. Isn't it obvious?"

I wanted to laugh and scold him at the same time, "If your mother..."

He interrupted me, "She won't. But even if she does, I'm just in the
doorway talking to you. Nothing wrong with that."

I smirked. I put away my work clothes and pulled out a pair of gym shorts
and a t-shirt. I usually wore the gym shorts without my boxers, so I
started taking them off. Then I thought of Jeremy watching me and decided
to have a little fun.

I whispered, "Step back so you can keep an eye on the hallway."

He smiled and did as I instructed.

I then hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers and slowly began
pulling them down. First, I lowered them just to the top of my pubic
hair. I watched Jeremy's face for his reaction. He gave me a nod,
encouraging me to continue.

I pulled the boxers down until they were at the base of my cock. Jeremy was
frantically looking from my crotch to my eyes. I knew he desperately wanted
me to show him my cock.

I lowered them midway down my shaft. I paused there for dramatic
effect. Then I lowered them all the way down the shaft, leaving just the
head covered.

Jeremy was grinning from ear to ear, and carefully looking down the hallway
every few seconds. He was pawing at his crotch. Mine was hardening. It was
exciting to tease my son like that, knowing my wife could walk up the
stairs at any moment.

I then pulled them past the head and my cock sprang upward. I realized then
that I was harder than I had thought. Jeremy's eyes were glued to my meat,
watching it bob up and down.

I stepped fully out of the boxers and slipped on my gym shorts. My cock
tented them obscenely. I pulled on the t-shirt then approached Jeremy. With
one final look down the hallway, he groped my hard cock. I pushed his hand
away, "Let's go to your room."

We stepped into his room and he quickly wrapped his arms around me. It made
me self-conscious at first. His mother could come upstairs without any
warning. If she happened to see us hugging, she would most definitely find
it odd. But as Jeremy looked up at me, I melted and hugged him back. I
tilted my head down and planted a kiss on his full pink lips. He eased into
the kiss and groaned.

As with our previous kisses, I felt waves of pleasure from my lips to my
crotch. There was something mind-blowingly exciting about connecting with
Jeremy. It was partly because kissing a man, stubble and all, was a new
experience. But it was more than that. I knew deep down inside that it was
because of who I was kissing. Considering all the new experiences I was
having, I knew that chances were high that I'd be kissing another guy or
two in the near future. But as I gently bit my son's lower lip then pushed
my tongue into his mouth, I knew that no other man's kiss would have the
intense effect on me that Jeremy's did.

After a few moments, I broke the kiss and put a little distance between
us. His door was open; we couldn't risk it. "So, Jer. A lot happened
today. I have to tell you about it."

I sat on the chair at Jeremy's desk. He moaned and winced as he sat on the
edge of his bed. I asked, "Are you feeling OK?"

He nodded and stretched his arms, "Yeah, just sore from working out with
Uncle Ryan. He's a friggin task master."

I knew what he was going through. Whenever I worked out with Ryan, I could
barely move for days afterward. My brother knew just the right way to
maximize the effectiveness of a workout. His motto was, 'Who cares how much
pain you're in, as long as you look awesome.'

I stretched my own arms sympathetically, "You'll feel better in a couple
days. Keep stretching." I paused, then said, "So, I was surprised how
quickly you got Officer Pfeiffer in touch with me."

He grinned, "I couldn't wait. I'm excited about the three of us having fun
together. And I want to hurry up and help Minister Bryce. Did you talk with
him?"

I laughed, "I did more than that. We met up at the park, where I asked him
if he could help me with you. Just like you and I discussed. But then he
surprised me by saying he needed me to prove I was on the up and up, not
tricking him."

For the next few minutes, I explained what happened at Dale's house. At
first, I tried to explain it on a high level. But Jeremy asked me to give
more details. The story was turning him on and he wasn't shy about rubbing
his cock in his shorts while listening to it.

"You played along, acting like you were his brother and Dale was his son?"
Jeremy's eyes were wide with wonder and excitement.

"Yeah. At first it was strange, but after a while, it got hot." I was
watching Jeremy fondling his cock. I was massaging my own, which was at
full hardness. If my wife walked by, we'd have to hold our hands in our
laps to hide our erections.

I continued with the story and he interrupted, "You held Nick's cock? It's
huge isn't it?"

I nodded, "Yeah, which is why I was surprised a few minutes later when Dale
sat on it. He actually got a few inches inside of him. But it was far too
big to go any deeper."

Jeremy grinned then asked, "Did you fuck him?"

I had anticipated that question, "No, it wasn't even a possibility. Nick
made it clear that the boy's ass was all his."

Jeremy's facial expression changed for just a moment. I thought it might
have been an expression of relief. But it was gone so quickly that I
couldn't be sure. I knew at that moment that I was glad I hadn't fucked the
young boy. On a certain level, it would have felt awkward telling Jeremy
that I had fucked someone his own age before I had fucked him. I wasn't
sure where my internal logic was coming from. But in my mind, I was
convinced that it was perfectly fine for me to learn to fuck with an
adult's ass, but fucking a teenager's ass would have been a
betrayal. Despite being comfortable with both Jeremy and me having sex with
other people, I apparently had some rules in my head about what was
acceptable and what was not. And, by Jeremy's relieved reaction, I
suspected he too had some of his own.

I then finished the story by telling him how we had shot all over Dale's
torso and how he had shoved the cum into his ass afterward. Then I told him
about Nick's offer to introduce me to a couple other teenagers he fooled
around with regularly. "I have to tell you, I would really like it if you
could be there with me, if it ever happens. I wanted you with me at Nick's
house tonight. Several times throughout the evening, I wished you were
beside me so I could be enjoying you while he enjoyed his 'son.'"

Jeremy jumped off the bed and got to his knees in front of me. I
half-heartedly pushed him away, weakly protesting, "It's too risky, Jer."
But my heart wasn't in the refusal. At that moment, I wanted nothing more
than to feel my step-son's hands and mouth on my cock and balls.

Jeremy knew my willpower was low. He had learned by that point that I was
beginning to have a hard time resisting him. He knew that I was putty in
his hands. He ignored my protest and slid his hand into my shorts. He
easily found my stiff cock and he pulled it through the leg opening.

He stroked it and looked at it lovingly, then he looked into my eyes and
asked, "So this was in Nick's hands earlier this evening?"

I nodded.

"And it was in the kid's mouth?"

I nodded again.

"And you shot a load all over his chest and stomach while he ate your ass?"

Another nod.

"That was only like an hour ago, and yet, you're hard again." He paused to
look at my cock then back into my eyes. "Does this mean I turn you on?"

I sighed deeply and said, "You have no idea, Jer. No fucking idea."

He smiled then lowered his head to my cock. He gave it a quick suck then
said, "I hope you have another load in those balls for me."

I couldn't believe I was allowing this. We hadn't even shut the door to his
room! But I was so enraptured by my step-son that I couldn't say 'no' to
him.

He swallowed my cock and I felt his amazing mouth and tongue. Each time he
took my cock into his mouth, he sent me on a pleasure ride that I hoped
would never end. And this time was no different. He slathered my cock with
spit and swallowed it to the hilt. As his chin hit my balls, I thought, 'I
am so much luckier than Nick. My son can take my entire cock.' I chuckled
at the thought.

Jeremy extracted my man-meat from his mouth and asked, "What so funny?"

I shook my head, "Not funny. Just feeling like I'm the luckiest father in
the world."

He licked his saliva-drenched lips and responded, "And I am the luckiest
son." He then swallowed my cock again. And for several minutes he sucked my
cock and licked my balls while I listened intently for sounds of movement
downstairs.

He then took a break and stroked me. We looked into each other's eyes and
smiled. I placed a hand on his head and ran my fingers through his blond
hair. I was about to speak when he said, "So, you liked watching Nick fuck
that boy?"

I nodded, "Yeah, it was hot."

While continuing to stroke my cock and looking into my eyes, he said, "I
want you to fuck me."

The world began to spin. I couldn't contain my thoughts. I wanted to fuck
him so badly. But I wasn't ready. I needed more time. I needed to learn how
to do it before trying to penetrate his tiny hole. I didn't want to do it
poorly and disappoint him or hurt him. And we absolutely couldn't do it
right then, not with his mom and her friends downstairs.

All of those thoughts rushed through my head in the split second between
that statement and the one that followed.

"I know you're probably not ready for that, and maybe you never will
be. But please know that, if you ever, ever, ever want to try it, I am
yours." Jeremy then resumed sucking my cock, making it clear he was not
asking me to fuck him right then. He had just been planting a seed.

The talk of fucking him made me want to eat his ass, if only for a few
moments. I needed to see his pink hole and to taste it. I pulled him off my
cock and walked to the far side of the bed. "Bend over. I want to eat that
ass of yours."

He wasted no time lowering his shorts and bending over the bed. He groaned
as his sore arms and chest hit the mattress, but he suffered through the
pain.

I got to my knees and looked at my step-son's amazing bubble butt. I placed
both hands on his cheeks and enjoyed the feeling of the soft skin on the
hard round globes. He arched his back, forcing his ass up. I spread his
cheeks and saw the object of my lust – his tiny tight pink teenage
hole. I placed my thumb on it and traced its edge. Jeremy moaned.

I brought my face to his ass and stuck out my tongue. The moment I made
contact with his hole, my body was overcome with lust. I munched down on
his rosebud and feasted on his perfect pink opening. I was like a starving
man, eating my son's hole as if it were my first meal in weeks. I licked
around the puckered rim; I pushed my tongue in as deep as it could go; I
twisted and turned my head, trying to get the best angle to go even
deeper. All the while, I held onto his amazing muscular butt cheeks.

I reached down and started stroking my cock. I was close and I knew I could
come from the pure pleasure of tasting my son's hole.

But before I could cum, we heard footsteps on the staircase. I dropped to
the ground and Jeremy pulled his shorts up as he stood. He walked around to
the other side of the bed as Beth appeared in his doorway. I had no idea
how he was hiding his massive hard-on.

Beth said, "Hey honey. Karen just asked if you were available to babysit
her kids tomorrow night. She and Mark got last minute tickets to a show. It
would be a great opportunity for you to earn some gas money. Would you be
up for it?"

Jeremy's voice had a slight tremor to it, "Yeah, sure. I like making easy
money."

I moved under the bed, praying that my wife wouldn't come into the
room. There would be no explanation for me being in there, most especially
hiding on the floor. My heart was beating fast and my mind was flooded with
guilty thoughts. How could I have been so stupid as to fool around with my
son while his mother was downstairs? Why hadn't we shut the door when
things had started to get heavy? What the fuck was I doing having sex with
my step-son anyway? It felt like all the progress I had made with accepting
and enjoying this new relationship with Jeremy was flying out the window.

But as Beth and he discussed the details of the babysitting plans, I began
to relax. She wasn't coming further into the room and Jeremy was handling
the situation well. The fear that I was feeling was becoming excitement. I
felt like a teenage boy who had snuck into his girlfriend's room late at
night, and one of her parents had almost caught him. As I lay there,
listening to my wife talking with our son, I began to find it thrilling. I
loved that we were doing something taboo. I loved that we were doing it
right under her nose. And I loved that our son was so much better at
pleasing me than she was. I smiled as I thought, if she caught us, I'd be
able to say, 'Well it's your fault. You've practically abandoned me
sexually and have forced me to seek satisfaction elsewhere.' Of course, I
would never say that. But it was fun to imagine it while hiding under our
son's bed, with my cock hard as a rock and my mouth covered in spit and the
flavor of his ass still on my tongue.

Beth said, "Great, I'll let her know." Their conversation was over. Then I
heard her footsteps as she walked back down the stairs.

I got up from the floor and sat back down in the desk chair. We both let
out a nervous laugh. That was close. Excitingly close. I was turned on more
than ever. I needed to cum. I lowered my shorts and waved my cock and balls
at him. "Finish me off? I'm about to blow."

He dropped to his knees and got to work. He wrapped his lips around my
cock. He swirled his tongue along the sensitive underside. He massaged my
balls with his fingers. And I closed my eyes and pictured that sweet pink
hole hiding in between his muscular ass cheeks. Everything in my body
surrendered to his will. Within less than a minute, my balls released their
load, feeding my hungry step-son another well-earned meal. He swallowed it
greedily as I huffed and puffed, overtaken by the immediacy of the orgasm.

I enjoyed that orgasm for several moments. I watched the doorway, though I
could no longer hear anything due to the loud pumping of blood in my
head. If my wife came back, I would have had no warning. She would have
found me seated in her son's chair feeding him my baby batter. And she
would have seen her boy stroking his teenage bulge as he extracted every
ounce of life-giving fluid from my balls.

She didn't come back. Our secret was still safe.

After a few moments, Jeremy stood and I saw his bulge. His teenage cock was
pressing hard against the fabric of his shorts and there was a huge wet
spot around it. At first I thought he had just leaked a lot of pre-cum. But
then I caught the bleach-like smell of sperm. I looked up at him and asked,
"Did you cum?"

He self-consciously covered his crotch with his hands, "Yeah. Thinking
about you fucking me."

I stood and hugged him. I was at a loss for words. On the one hand, I was
excited about the fact that Jeremy wanted me to fuck him. On the other
hand, it felt like the pressure was on to do it soon. The thought of me
fucking him had made him shoot, for god's sake. He wanted it badly;
possibly just as badly as I did. But I couldn't get past my fear of
under-performing, of being awkward, of hurting him. It was odd. I don't
remember ever feeling that way with women. Perhaps because of my brother's
guidance the first time I fucked a girl. I really needed my brother's help
again. And soon!

I hugged him harder and said, "When the timing is right, Jer."

We kissed one more time. Then I pulled my shorts up and Jeremy changed into
a fresh pair.

We sat back down in our previous spots – me in his desk chair, him on
his bed.

I then laughed and said, "So, as I was saying, before you so nicely
distracted me... On the way home from Dale's house, Nick said that he's
very interested in getting together with us. We just have to pick a day and
a time. I'll find out if your mom is going to be out of the house for
several hours at any point in the next few days. Unless you have an idea of
a place we could go to with privacy. And that shed at the school. Uh
uh. That won't work. It's too small. Plus, we want a place where we can
relax and chat about Minister Bryce afterward."

Jeremy's eyes lit up, "What about Uncle Ryan's place?"

I shook my head as I thought for a few moments, "I'm not sure that's a good
idea. Most importantly, because Ryan doesn't know about me and you yet. I
was hoping it could be just the three of us together when I tell him. But,
maybe we could do that before getting together with Nick." I paused as I
considered the possibility. "And secondly, it might feel like we're ganging
up on Nick, if all three of us are talking to him about the minister's
situation."

Jeremy turned around so he was lying on his stomach, his chin resting on
his hands. "I can't wait for you, me and Uncle Ryan to be alone
together. Please tell him soon."

I smiled, "I will, buddy. I'm looking forward to it too."

I then stood up and said, "OK, we have a plan. I need to get out of here
and stop pushing our luck."

As I stood, Jeremy sat up again on the bed and reached for my hand. He
placed it against his cheek and closed his eyes, "I wish you didn't have to
go."

I stroked his cheek, "That will be my next task. Finding a way for you and
me to spend a night together. Soon!"

I left his room and headed down the hall to my own. I washed my face and
rinsed out my mouth. Then I headed downstairs to get a bite to eat. As I
stood in the kitchen eating my late dinner, I thought about all the events
of the day. A lot had happened, so there was a lot to process.

A few minutes later, I heard Beth saying good-bye to her friends, then she
joined me in the kitchen. She asked, "How was work? Did you get a lot
done?"

I nodded, "Yeah. It was time well spent."

I washed my dirty dishes while she told me the "exciting" developments in
the TV show she and her friends had just watched. As usual, I didn't hear a
single word of it. I was thinking about Ryan and the guy in the picture
with the blue truck. I was determined to make that situation happen soon.

My ears perked up when I heard her say, "...tomorrow night." I asked,
"What? I'm sorry, I zoned out for a second."

She repeated, "I am going with Sherrie to her Spinning class tomorrow
night. I'll be getting home late. Jeremy is going to be babysitting for
Karen and Mark. Are you OK with having leftovers for dinner?"

"Sure. Maybe I'll work out with Ryan tomorrow night. I haven't been to the
gym in over a week." It was true. Since Jeremy and I had started fooling
around, I hadn't stepped foot in a gym. Though, truth be told, I had no
intentions of going to the gym the following night either. I was hoping
that Ryan could arrange for us to meet up with the guy in the picture.

Beth went back to the living room and began cleaning up. I texted Ryan,
'Tomorrow after work?'

About an hour later, while Beth and I were lying in bed watching TV, Ryan's
response arrived, 'My place. 5:30.'

It was really going to happen. I was both nervous and excited. I placed the
phone on my nightstand and said to my wife, "That was Ryan confirming we're
working out after work." I kissed her and rolled over to go to sleep.

A couple minutes later, Beth said, "Hey honey. I think it's time to have
the sex talk with Jeremy."

My eyes shot open. Why was she saying that? I turned over to look her way.

"I think I walked in on him tonight while he was, you know, touching
himself. He was acting really nervous and was holding a book in front of
his crotch." She placed a hand on my arm. "Would you be willing to talk to
him about it? I'm sure he'd be more comfortable having a man do it than a
woman."

I smiled, "Sure. I'd be glad to." I rolled back over and laughed inside. Me
explain sex to Jeremy? That would be rich.

End of Chapter 12