Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 19:40:52 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 19

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 19

Beth was very talkative on the phone. She peppered me with questions about
our drive up and about the children to whom we had given a ride. Then she
moved on to questions about the cabin. Had it changed since we were there
last? What rooms were Jer and I using? Was our son cheering up? Were he and
I getting along OK? What were we eating for dinner? What were our plans for
the following day? On and on and on.

I didn't want to rush the call, as it was the first test of how I would
juggle my relationships with both Jeremy and Beth. I would work to find a
balance just like Nick had. I wouldn't allow my desire to be with Jeremy to
make me neglect my relationship with my wife.

Although I would no longer allow myself to feel guilty about having sex
with Jeremy and other men, I didn't like lying to Beth about what I was
doing when I was with them. I decided that I needed to have as much truth
in my words as possible. So, even though I wanted to spend the entire
weekend naked in the cabin with Jeremy, I knew we needed to do other
activities so I wouldn't be lying when I told Beth we were doing them. For
example, if I told Beth that Jer and I were going fishing, we had to do
it. Or at least, we had to go to the fishing area, take pictures of us
there and send them to Beth. I didn't mind stretching the truth; I just
didn't feel comfortable outright lying. So I made up some activities we
would be doing and made mental notes to clue Jeremy in.

After the conversation with my wife, I realized I was feeling
hungry. Jeremy and I both needed sustenance, but I didn't want to spend any
time preparing a meal. Thank goodness the owners of the cabin had left a
list of useful phone numbers on the counter, including some for restaurants
in the area that delivered. I called the local pizza joint and placed an
order.

Despite the distractions of talking with my wife and ordering the pizza, my
cock had never gone limp. I was excited about the night ahead with Jeremy
and my body was showing it. No woman, not even Beth, had ever made me as
fired up as Jeremy was making me that night. There was something very
special about being with my son, something that kept my mind and my body in
a perpetual state of sexual stimulation.

After I ordered the pizza, I wondered where my young lover was. I had heard
him moving around upstairs during the beginning of the call with Beth, but
he had gone quiet soon thereafter. I looked for him in the bedroom I had
chosen, but he wasn't there. His bag, however, was. I was happy to see he
had changed his mind about staying alone in the bedroom downstairs. He
would stay in my room and we would share a bed all weekend. My cock
twitched as I imagined what it was going to be like.

I walked into the hall and noticed a light coming from the master
bedroom. As I stepped inside, I heard a humming noise coming from the
bathroom. I found my step-son sitting in the jetted bathtub. It was about
twice as large as a regular bathtub, with enough room for two people to sit
comfortably inside. The jets were on and Jeremy was sitting with his eyes
closed, enjoying the swirling hot water.

I spent a few moments admiring my son's handsome face and thanking both
Ryan and Nick for giving me the advice I had needed to make things right
with him. Had I not listened to them, Jer and I would not have gone to the
cabin together. I would have been there all alone, continuing to wallow in
my guilt and my determination to control my desires for him.

But thanks to my brother's and the cop's advice -- and Jeremy's willingness
to forgive me for mistreating him -- we were together. And I no longer had
any intention of controlling my desires for him. My semi-hard cock was
ready to spring into action as soon as I needed it to.

I spoke over the sound of the jets, "Hey, sexy boy."

His eyes shot open. "Holy crap, Dad. You scared me."

I smiled, "Sorry. I'll make more noise next time I approach you. I ordered
a pizza by the way."

"Oh great, I'm starved." He licked his lips as he glanced at my semi-hard
cock dangling between my legs. I wasn't sure if he was starved for cock or
for pizza. It didn't matter; he would be getting both.

I looked around the bathroom and said, "We shouldn't be in here. This is
Ryan's room."

Jer scoffed at my concern, "I think Uncle Ryan will be happy to know we
used it."

He was right. My brother was rooting for Jer and me to be together. He was
going to be happy to learn that we had made up and were enjoying the
freedom of a night all alone together. Deciding it was OK to join him in
the tub, I asked, "Mind if I get in there with you? My chest and stomach
are covered with this white sticky stuff."

He laughed, "I'll try to aim better next time. Where would you prefer it?"

I stepped into the tub and said, "My mouth, for starters." I meant it. The
next time he shot a load, I wanted it in my mouth. It was such a waste to
be washing his ball cream off my skin and letting it disappear down the
drain.

I eased into the tub, placing my legs next to his. I ran my hands up and
down his muscular legs. He sighed, enjoying the jets and my roaming hands.

I said, "I saw you moved your bag into my room. I hope that means you'll be
sleeping with me."

He lowered his eyes and responded shyly, "I hope that's OK with you."

I placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head so I could look into
his eyes, "Hell yeah, it's OK. I'm looking forward to falling asleep with
you in my arms."

He smiled shyly. "What'd Mom say?"

I gave him highlights of the conversation. When I told him she had asked me
if we were getting along, he chuckled and responded, "Did you tell her that
we made love under the stars?"

I laughed and splashed him with water, "No, baby. I forgot to mention
that."

He playfully splashed me back, then leaned forward and ran his hands along
my legs, like I was doing to his. He found my hard cock easily, despite the
bubbles obscuring our view into the water. He stroked it and said, "Have
you been hard this entire time?"

I closed my eyes and nodded, enjoying the feeling of his hand stroking my
cock.

He asked, "Because of me?"

I opened my eyes again and leaned forward. I found his equally hard cock
and began stroking it, "All because of you. I don't think I've ever stayed
hard this long after cumming. You drive me wild."

He brought his lips to mine and said, "Likewise, Dad." Our lips parted and
our tongues found one another as we continued to gently stroke each other's
cock. Easy gentle strokes, neither of us interested in rushing to
climax. We simply wanted to touch each other.

For the next several minutes, we explored one another's body, stroking each
other's cock, playing with each other's balls, playing with each other's
nipples. Then I grabbed the soap. "Let me wash you."

I lathered up the soap, then I rubbed it all over his shoulders and
chest. I had no idea if there were any remnants of his cum still there, but
I wasn't really doing it to clean him. It was just an excuse to feel every
inch of his young body.

I lifted each of his arms individually, spreading the soap from his
fingertips to his underarm hair. I then had him lie back so I could do the
same with his legs. I spent extra time washing his feet, giving him a foot
massage. I was by no means an expert masseuse, but I did it well enough to
elicit moans and sighs of appreciation from my young lover.

When I finished with his legs, he sat back up and we moved in close so I
could wrap my arms around him and wash his back. I lightly kissed his neck
and he gently pinched my nipples as I spread the soap all over the soft
skin on his back.

When I was done, I put the soap in its tray and ran my fingers through
Jer's hair. I jokingly said, "I think I got all the cum off you."

He shook his head, "You missed the most important spot."

He turned over onto his knees. He lifted his perfect bubble butt above the
water surface and I saw his enticing round cheeks peeking through the
bubbles. I reached for the soap, but Jer caught my hand and put his little
bottle of lube into it. No words had to be spoken. I knew exactly what he
wanted.

I got to my knees and spread the lube onto my cock. It jerked as soon as I
did this; it had been waiting impatiently to get back into Jeremy's ass. I
then used my thumb to apply some lube to my son's hole. I started slowly,
applying it to his ass lips, my finger tracing the circular opening. I felt
waves of desire flood over me as I watched my son's beautiful hole react to
my touch. It was such an innocent looking tiny pink hole. But I was no
longer being fooled. I knew it could open up and accept a man's cock.

I pushed my thumb past the tight opening. Jer pressed his ass backward in
response, forcing my thumb inside. He ground his hole against my hand and
said, "You don't need to loosen me up again. I'm still ready for you." He
giggled, then added, "You stayed hard. I stayed open."

I let out a low growl as I pulled my thumb out of his tight hole. I loved
that my son was so turned on by the idea of me fucking him that his ass
continued to stay stimulated and receptive, just like my cock had stayed
hard in anticipation of fucking him again. For me, that was yet more
confirmation that he and I were made for each other.

I lined my cockhead up to his entrance and pushed forward. I felt Jeremy
push back, but I held his ass firmly in place. "Hold still. I want to watch
your ass swallow my cock." Over the next several moments, I watched his
tiny pink hole wrap itself around my rock-hard daddy dick. I hadn't
actually seen my cock enter him when we fucked on the lounge chair
earlier. Now that I was seeing it, I was mesmerized by the sight of my
thick shaft disappearing into his widening hole.

As each inch entered, I stopped to pull out slightly. I realized quickly
how much I liked seeing his ass lips move with my cock. It looked like they
were desperately hugging my shaft and trying to keep it inside. It was such
a thrilling sight for me that I repeated the action over and over again so
I could see those lips move again and again.

Jeremy eventually cried out, "Oh my god, Dad. Please stop teasing. Put it
all the way in!"

I laughed. I hadn't been teasing him intentionally. I simply had been
mesmerized by the sight and had temporarily forgotten there was a person
attached to that amazing butt. I answered, "You begging me to fuck you,
young man?"

He groaned, "Yes, please fuck me."

I began slowly pushing my prick all the way in. Jeremy was uninterested in
going slowly. He pushed back, defying my attempt to hold his ass in
place. My cock was balls deep inside him in less than a second. The
pleasure of his love tunnel grasping my entire shaft made my body shake all
over. It felt just as mind-blowingly good as it had the first
time. Luckily, it would take a lot of work to build up to my next orgasm. I
wouldn't cum too quickly this time.

I growled again, "Oh yeah, that's a good boy. You're making me feel really
good."

Jeremy began fucking himself on my cock. My eyes were drawn to the sight of
my thick shaft sliding in and out of his pink hole. His skin hugging my
shaft as it disappeared into his hole, then my cock reappearing from its
newfound favorite place. Every time it reappeared, I looked at the shiny
shaft, amazed that it had just been inside him. Then a second later, it was
back inside. His tight silky hole was warm and inviting. I couldn't get
enough of it.

I took over the fucking, allowing him to relax and just take it. I started
with slow long strokes, still mesmerized by the sight.

Jeremy said under his breath, "Harder, harder."

I asked, "What, Son? Did you say something?"

He said more loudly, "Harder. Please fuck me harder."

I was surprised by the request. I was still coming to terms with the fact
that his tiny hole could take my thick cock. I had worried about hurting
him and yet there he was, asking me to fuck him harder. I finally had to
admit to myself that I was not the first man to fuck my son. Although there
had been many signs that my son enjoyed getting fucked, I had convinced
myself that it was just a fantasy of his and that he had never actually
done it.

I looked down at his round ass cheeks peeking through the bubbles and I was
suddenly curious how many men had fucked my boy's sweet hole. I imagined
Jeremy bent over, ass positioned in front of a glory hole, taking the cock
of a stranger. Nick's huge cop dick also came to mind. I knew there was a
very good chance that my son had taken that monster cock in the past. I
also imagined he had taken Ryan's cock on his birthday. That post-sex nap
they had taken might have been caused by exhaustion from an intense fuck
session. Brett and the married father in the beach men's room also came to
mind. Now that I knew how much my son loved being fucked, I suspected they
might have tapped my son's ass too.

At first, I expected those thoughts to make me jealous. If I had imagined
Beth with other men, I surely would have felt intense jealousy. But with
Jeremy, the idea made me horny. Despite having declared my love for him
earlier that evening, I felt no need to be his only sex partner. One of the
things that had attracted me to Jeremy in the first place was his overt
sexuality. It turned me on to think of him with other men. And I had
enjoyed sharing him with Chris and Nick the weekend before. Enjoyed? No,
that was an understatement. I had fucking relished the experience. Watching
Jeremy pleasure and be pleasured by other guys, while I was doing the
same...fuck!...that had been insanely fun.

No, I would not be jealous. Instead, I would embrace the new approach to
sexuality to which Jeremy had opened my mind. I recognized that it was a
very different standard than the one I applied to my relationship with
Beth. I could never handle with her what I was savoring with Jeremy. It was
absolutely a double standard, but one I was willing to accept and to defend
if I had to.

As I began to fuck him harder, I was thankful for the men who had come
before me. They had prepared him for my cock. I was also thankful that my
son enjoyed it so much because it was something I would want to do with him
every chance I got.

Over the next couple minutes, I slowly increased the power of my thrusts,
paying close attention to Jer's body movements and the groans and grunts
coming from his mouth. I wanted to give my son what he desired, but I
didn't want to go too far.

Apparently, it would take a hell of a lot to go too far with him. He
continued to beg me to fuck him harder and harder. I began pummeling his
hole so forcefully that I had to grab onto his shoulders to keep his body
from moving forward too much. The water was sloshing around us and flying
up and out of the tub. Despite the incredible feeling of fucking my son's
glove-like hole, I had to stop. We were not only getting water all over the
floor, Jeremy had begun to choke on it.

I slowed down and pulled Jeremy into an upright position. He was gasping
for breath as I kissed his neck and said, "Let's head to the bedroom. You
won't drown in there."

Jeremy caught his breath and responded, "But I haven't washed you yet."

He then slowly pulled himself off my cock. I felt a sense of loss, no
longer experiencing the warm silky glove-like hole massaging my shaft. I
took a deep breath and told myself I'd be back inside him in a few
minutes. I could wait.

Jeremy turned around and lathered his hands with the soap. He then began
washing me like I had washed him. But he added a new element. After washing
a section of my body, he rinsed it off then covered it in gentle
kisses. Beginning with my arms, then my pecs, my nipples, my stomach, my
balls, and ending with my cock. After rinsing the soap from my shaft, Jer
kissed it all over, then sucked it in.

Despite loving the sensation of Jeremy's mouth on my cock, I pulled him off
it and sat back down. He gave me a confused look. I responded with a
smile. "Turn around, baby. I want to hold you in my arms and enjoy the
water and the jets for a minute longer before we go into the bedroom."

Jer turned around and sat between my legs. I pulled him against my chest. I
then gently stroked his arms while he stroked my legs.

I said, "So I had convinced myself I was going to be the first guy to fuck
you. But I'm guessing you've been fucked before."

I felt his body tense up as he mumbled, "Yes."

I kissed the back of his head and squeezed him tight, "Hey. Don't be
ashamed or embarrassed. All your experiences make you who you are
today. And I love who you are." I paused for a moment and added, "Plus, the
idea of you getting fucked by other men turns me on." I pressed my hard
cock against him to emphasize the point.

He chuckled, "Really? I want to see you fucking other guys too. I'm your
first, right?"

I shook my head, "No."

He turned around to face me, "What? You've fucked another guy before me?"

I smiled, "Uncle Ryan and a friend of his."

Jeremy punched my arm, "Get out! Really? And I had been thinking you might
never want to do it."

I laughed, "Well, you made it seem like you had never gotten fucked. So I
was afraid of hurting you."

He frowned, "Sorry about that. I was afraid to admit it to you. I
thought... I... oh I don't know. I thought you might think less of me if
you knew that I wasn't a virgin back there."

I brought his lips to mine and kissed him, "Nothing you have done will make
me think less of you. In fact, wouldn't it be hypocritical of me to fuck
your pretty ass then to think less of you for enjoying it?"

He lowered his eyes, still shy about certain things between us. He then
asked, "Can I watch you fuck Uncle Ryan?"

I shrugged, "I'd like that, but it's up to him. Can I watch him fuck you?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "Hell yeah, I'd love that." He thought for a
second, then added, "I want you guys to share me, to pass me back and
forth."

"I think that can be arranged." I placed my hands on his ass and pushed a
finger into his hole.

He let out a huge sigh and said, "I need you to fuck me again."

We stepped out of the bathtub and nearly slipped on the wet tiles. We had
spilled a lot of water. We dried our bodies, then Jer grabbed a fresh
towel, got to his knees and began drying the floor. I couldn't resist
placing my finger in his hole as he knelt on the tiles. It looked so
inviting and he didn't complain. In fact, he downright enjoyed rocking his
body back and forth, fucking himself on my finger while he cleaned up our
mess.

We hung the towels to dry, then we headed to our bedroom. As soon as we
stepped through the door, our phones sounded. I had a quick moment of
panic, thinking that every time Jeremy and I made love, a tragedy would
happen in the world. But we found out quickly that, although the calls were
related, the situation was not quite as dramatic as the one the week
before.

The text on my phone was from Ryan. `Screwed up with Hector. Not sure if
he's coming to cabin. Call me when you can."

I frowned, wondering what had happened. I looked expectantly at Jeremy. He
had a look of concern on his face, "It's a text from Lisa. Pretty cryptic."

He handed me the phone and I read it. `men = pigs.'

For a moment, I considered tossing both our phones aside so we could ignore
the outside world and focus on ourselves. But two important people in our
lives were reaching out. I wouldn't allow a repeat of what had happened the
Sunday before. I let out a sigh of frustration, "Let's call them real
quickly. But I mean quickly. I want this night to be about us."

While on the phone, Ryan explained that he and Hector had worked out
together that evening. Afterward, they had gone back to his place where
they were discussing each other's physiques, giving each other workout
tips, etc. This led to touching each other's arms, chest, etc. as they
discussed each muscle group. Thinking he understood the signals his former
student was sending him, Ryan planted a kiss on the boy's lips. The kiss
lasted long enough to make it seem that Hector was welcoming the
attention. But then the Hispanic kid pushed Ryan away and ran out of the
house. Ryan was not upset, just disappointed. He really had hoped to have
his way with the kid.

Realizing it wasn't a big crisis for Ryan, I told him I'd call him the next
day. He figured out by the tone of my voice that Jeremy and I had
reconciled. He ended the call by saying, "Remember everything I taught you!
Give me a full report in the morning."

I hung up and heard Jeremy finishing up his phone call with Lisa. I told
him what Ryan had just told me.

Jer then told me what Lisa had said. "Hector came by her house and insisted
that it was time for them to have sex. He was tired of waiting and needed
to do it right then. Lisa was pissed that he thought he could just show up
and demand it, especially with her family in the house. Plus she said he
seemed crazed, which scared the hell out of her. She told him to fuck off."

Jeremy was sitting on the edge of the bed while he explained the phone call
to me. I got to my knees and sucked his meat into my mouth. Realizing there
was no major crisis going on, I wanted to get back to focusing on enjoying
my only night alone with my son. I'd let the outside world back into our
lives the next morning.

Jer placed his hands on my head as he enjoyed what I was doing with my
mouth and tongue. Through gasps of pleasure, he said, "Hector is so
obviously gay."

Surprised to hear that, I said, "Huh?" But as soon as I uttered the
question, I realized why he had connected the dots in that way.

He pushed me back onto his cock. "Don't you see? He's a total closet
case. Remember how he let me touch his hand at the movie theater, but then
he couldn't look at me afterward? And now he lets Uncle Ryan kiss him, then
he runs scared to Lisa. It's so friggin' obvious."

I released his cock and licked my saliva from the pearly white shaft. "I
think you might be right. So there's hope for Ryan and Hector yet."

Jer leaned back and retrieved his phone. He typed a text message to Hector
then read it out loud before sending it, "Heard you're coming to the
cabin. Dad and I are here already. Going to be fun."

I nodded, "Send it."

He sent the text then put the phone on the bed. He then pulled me into a
standing position so he could suck my cock just like I had been sucking
his. As my thick meat slid into his warm mouth, I smiled, knowing I would
never get tired of that feeling.

A text came in. Jeremy read it out loud, "Dad? Which? Clint?"

Hector was the first person to learn that Jer was calling me "Dad" now. My
son replied, `Clint'.

This time, Hector didn't respond immediately. In fact, Jeremy and I had
enough time to get onto the bed and to start an exciting session of
father-son 69ing before a response came in. It was a short one. `call me?'

I sighed, annoyed by the outside world interrupting my night of intimacy
with my step-son. "Tell him you'll call him tomorrow. This is our time."

Jeremy stared at his phone, clearly wanting to call Hector. "Hey, remember
you told me that if Hector is gay, he could use a friend like me?"

I nodded as I gagged on his long cock. I still could not take it entirely
inside my mouth.

He continued, "Plus, if there's a chance to see Hector naked, don't you
want to take it? I know I do. I don't necessarily like him. But I
definitely want to fool around with him."

I pulled off his cock to catch my breath, "Well, if you put it that way,
hell yeah." I paused as I imagined the Hispanic hunk naked. "Hell yeah."

I gave Jeremy's low-hanging balls a quick lick, then added, "OK. Call
him. But hurry. I want to spend the rest of the night focusing on us, not
on everyone around us."

Jeremy sat up in the bed and made the call. I sucked his long teenage cock
while he spoke with his best friend's boyfriend. I paid little attention to
what was being said. I was consumed with lust as I worshipped my son's hard
cock and large balls, enjoying the fact that Hector had no idea that Jer's
father was giving him a blow job while they were talking.

When the conversation was over, Jer told me, "Yes! He's still going to come
here on Sunday. But only because you're here. He said he knows Ryan and I
are into guys and made it clear that he wouldn't feel comfortable being
here with just us two. But with you here, he'll be comfortable."

I had a finger in Jer's ass and his cock inside my mouth. I laughed. "He
thinks I'll be the grounding force, keeping any sexual shenanigans from
going on, eh?"

Jer laughed, "Yeah, he sees you as the straight man who's going to keep him
safe, I suppose."

I resumed sucking his cock, inwardly laughing at the situation.

Jer was quiet for several moments, then said, "Oohh...I think I have a
plan."

After he explained his plan, I told him, "OK, let's try it. But, enough
about Hector, Lisa and everyone else for now. Let's get back to focusing on
us."

Jer threw his phone onto the nightstand and scooted back down into a 69
position. As always, the moment his mouth touched my cock, I smiled. I
loved how good Jeremy made me feel. He was an expert cocksucker and he did
everything he could to maximize my pleasure. I tried to mimic his actions,
hoping I could someday be as good at it as he.

We sucked one another for several minutes, then Jeremy asked, "May I eat
your ass?"

I turned around so my head was against the headboard and I lifted my legs,
presenting my hole for his enjoyment. "You never have to ask, baby. My body
is yours. Do what you want, whenever you want."

He dove in and went to work. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed fully relaxing
for the first time while being rimmed by my son. Every other time we had
done this, there had been a sense of urgency or danger, both of which were
exciting in their own ways. But it was nice to be able to sit back and to
get lost in the pleasure for once. And what a great pleasure it was! I was
in ecstasy.

I raised my arms over my head and grasped the headboard. Jeremy grabbed my
legs and held them up.

Using the headboard for balance, I gave into my natural urges and began
grinding my ass into my son's face. I wanted his tongue in my ass; I wanted
him to nibble on my ass lips; I wanted to get lost in the slimy wet feeling
of my boy feasting on my hole.

After a few minutes of fucking me with his tongue, Jeremy tentatively
placed a finger at the opening. The last time he had done that, I had
balked at the idea. I hadn't wanted him to get the impression that I would
be willing to get fucked. But this time, it was different. I was still not
interested in taking a cock in my ass. But I no longer feared what it would
mean to allow him to insert his finger. I wanted my boy to feel comfortable
exploring my body. This weekend was going to be about total freedom for the
two of us. I would not introduce unnecessary limitations on him.

I pushed my ass against his finger, signaling that I was OK with him
inserting it. Still holding the headboard to keep my body steady, I raised
my head and looked down at my son's gray eyes staring up at me in wonder. I
nodded my head, "I want to know what it feels like, why you like it so
much."

He didn't smile, nod or give any other sign of acknowledgment. He was too
lost in his desire and his amazement that I was allowing him to do this to
me.

He poured some lube onto his finger, then he stared intently at my hole as
he slowly inserted it. The tip of his finger entered fine, but as he slid
more in, I felt a sharp jolt of pain. I cried out and squirmed away from
his finger.

He said, "I'm sorry, Dad! I didn't mean to hurt you."

I shook my head as I tried to control the spasms in my tight hole. "It's
OK. I guess I'm not ready for that."

He lowered my legs, slid up beside me and gave me a kiss. "It means a lot
to me that you let me try." He grasped my cock and gave it a nice gentle
stroke. "I'm ready for you to be inside me again."

I let go of the headboard, grabbed his head and held it tightly as I
smothered his lips with kisses. Sex with him was so easy. He was willing to
do anything and to adjust to my needs or personal limitations without
complaint. It was so unlike sex with any woman I had been with. I said,
"God, I love you, Jeremy. Where have you been all my life?"

He blushed as he squeezed my hard cock, "Waiting right here for you to
notice me."

As my step-son straddled me and began lowering himself onto my cock, I
looked up at him with lust and love. As I felt his ass hug my cock and pull
it inside his warm body, I was overwhelmed with intense emotion. I honestly
had fallen in love with my boy. I asked myself why it had taken me 30 years
to find a woman I could love and yet it had taken me only two weeks to fall
in love with my incredible teenage son.

Memories of our time together over the past three years began flashing
through my mind: The first time Beth showed me a picture of him and I
noticed how handsome he was, even at the age of 12. The first time I felt
his skin against mine as I shook his hand and introduced myself. Seeing him
in a bathing suit for the first time, noticing his developing legs and
ass. The time I found him and Lisa in his room late at night and wondered
if they were having sex, only to realize later that he didn't treat her
like a straight teenage boy normally would. Realizing for the first time
that he might be gay when I caught him stealing glances at my cock as we
pissed next to each other at the trough-like urinals at the sports
arena. Watching him interact awkwardly with other boys his age and
imagining how tough it must be for him to be different. Watching him grow
into an incredibly great son and human being, despite the curve balls life
had thrown him.

As that incredible boy impaled himself on my cock, I admired his handsome
face and remembered how stunning he had looked in his tuxedo at the
wedding. Beth and I were standing in front of the pastor, listening to him
drone on about the sanctity of marriage. I glanced over at my groomsmen and
saw Jeremy standing next to my brother. We caught each other's eyes for
only a split-second. But in that moment, my stomach filled with
butterflies. At the time, I confused that feeling with my overall
nervousness about the wedding. But now, as I gazed into my lover's face as
he smiled contentedly, loving the feeling of my daddy cock filling his
teenage ass, I realized that those butterflies were a sign that the seeds
of love for my step-son had been planted firmly inside me.

Jeremy looked down at me and asked, "What are you thinking?"

I shrugged, "Just remembering how handsome you were in your tuxedo at the
wedding."

He continued to fuck himself on my thick cock as he said, "If I tell you
something, will you promise not to laugh at me?"

I grabbed his hands, interlocking our fingers, "Of course I won't laugh."

He slowly gyrated his ass, enjoying every inch of my cock inside him. "I
was wishing throughout the whole ceremony that you were marrying me instead
of my mother. I had a hard-on the entire time, imagining what our honeymoon
would have been like."

I grinned. I was sure the sex would have been much more exciting and
satisfying if I had been with Jeremy on my honeymoon. Beth had gone through
the motions and, at the time, I had thought it was awesome sex. But I was
now sure that if it had been Jeremy with me in that honeymoon suite, the
sex would have been the most satisfying of my entire life.

I pulled one of his hands to my lips and kissed it. "Well, let's have that
honeymoon right now."

His face lit up with a huge smile and he maneuvered us around so he was on
his back and I was kneeling over him. He hooked his legs over my shoulders
and said, "Fuck me hard. Make me yours."

I looked down at his winking hole and growled. I lined my cock up to the
pink lips and pressed. He grunted as my cock slid in to the hilt. I watched
carefully for any sign of pain as I fucked him. All the way in, balls
smacking against his ass. All the way out, leaving his stretched boy hole
open and hungry to be filled again.

I leaned down to kiss him as we both grunted with each thrust. Then I
pulled back, grabbed his legs and pushed myself up. In this new position, I
could see his cock and balls bouncing as I pounded his hole. I got into a
good hip pistoning rhythm as I relentlessly gave my step-son what he had
asked for and what I needed.

He grabbed his cock and began stroking it. His eyes were unfocused as he
was lost in the pleasure of having his hole filled by my thick cock. He
cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy. Oh god, keep fucking me!"

I had no intention of stopping. I responded, "Oh yeah, baby. Your hole is
so fucking amazing." I was breathing hard, not close to cumming, just
putting all my energy into the intense fucking. As my cock moved in and out
of my son's amazing love tunnel, I cried out, "Oh god, your ass is so
perfect, Son! I want to fuck you all night!"

At that point, I realized I was hearing the doorbell ring for a second
time. The first time, the sound had been masked by our cries of sexual
ecstasy. But this second time, it was clearly audible.

We both looked at each other in embarrassed surprise. The pizza man had
arrived and it was likely he had heard us. I pulled quickly out of Jeremy's
ass, wrapped my towel around my waist and ran downstairs. My cock was rock
hard and making a noticeable bulge. I didn't have time to dress, so all I
could do was to push my tube steak up toward my waist, hoping it would be
less obvious in that position, hidden amongst the folds of the towel.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. Standing on the porch was a
middle-eastern boy in his late teens. He had thick black eyebrows, tan
skin, big brown eyes, a 5 o'clock shadow, a long curved nose and big full
lips. He wore a baseball cap with "Lakeshore High" printed on the front. He
was dressed in a white and black Gregorio's Pizza delivery boy uniform.

As soon as he saw me, his eyes went from my face, to my naked torso, to my
crotch. There was no denying it; he was seeing my hard-on. My mind raced,
trying to find a way to talk myself out of the situation. But I couldn't
think of anything convincing.

The delivery boy, whose nametag identified him as "Gary," said, "Sorry for
interrupting...I have a pizza delivery for Clint Malone."

Holding the door open with my foot, I nervously held out my hands to take
the pizza, "That's me. Thanks."

He handed me the box then held up the credit card slip. "I need you to sign
this, please."

I placed the box on the floor then reflexively searched for a pen in my
pockets, only to be reminded that I wasn't dressed. My towel had no pockets
and no pens.

I then saw the pen in his shirt pocket and gestured toward it. He shrugged
and said, "Sorry, it's out of ink."

Doubting that was the truth, but in no position to challenge his statement,
I said, "OK, um...can you stay right there while I look for one?"

I released the door and he caught it before it closed. He held it open and
watched as I searched for a pen in the unfamiliar house.

He asked, "You and your son renting for the weekend?"

I gasped when I heard him say `your son.' That was confirmation that he had
heard what I had been yelling a few moments before. Trying to ignore that
fact that I had been caught fucking my son, I replied, "Yeah, my brother's
rental. Until Tuesday."

He responded, "It's always a busy weekend for rentals. It's great for me; a
lot of deliveries, so a lot of tips."

I found a pen and walked back to him. Jeremy came downstairs at that
moment, also dressed only in a towel. I took a deep breath, realizing there
was no hiding that the boy in the towel was the other half of the
father-son fuck session that Gary had overheard. Jeremy glanced at the
delivery boy and gave him a nod.

Gary checked Jeremy out, then looked at me and smiled. A very handsome,
enticing smile. "I'll be delivering until 1:00 in the morning each night
this weekend." He stared at my bulge as he added, "If you're hungry for
dessert tonight or later in the weekend, give us a call and ask for me to
deliver."

I handed him the signed credit card slip, thanked him, and shut the door.

Jeremy exclaimed, "He liked you!"

I laughed, "Did he really just...?"

Jer unhooked my towel and let it fall to the ground. He grabbed my dick and
said, "Yeah, he did." He stroked my hard-on and said, "I think you liked
him too."

I pulled Jer into a kiss, then said, "He was cute. Maybe we should order
dessert tomorrow night." I released his towel, placed my hands on his
bubble butt and inserted a finger into his hole. "But tonight, you're the
only dessert I want."

Leaving the pizza on the floor for the time being, Jer and I headed back
upstairs. My son jumped onto the bed and lay on his stomach, his beautiful
round ass cheeks ready for attention.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from my bag, broke the seal, and opened
it. Jer looked back and said, "Hmmm... I see. You were pretty confident I'd
let you fuck me tonight, weren't you?"

I grinned as I held up the bottle, "What, this? Nah, I brought it for Ryan
and Hector. But I might as well test it out. You know...to make sure it
works before I give it to them."

He threw a pillow at me, "Liar!"

I threw the pillow back at him, then I applied the lube to my cock. As I
watched my hand spreading the liquid over my engorged shaft, I chuckled.

Jeremy asked, "What are you laughing about?"

I got onto the bed with him, straddled his ass and pressed my cock against
his hole. "The pizza boy? Seriously? It's like a bad porno script...and yet
it seems to be what my life is like now."

Jeremy began to respond, but lost his train of thought as soon as my thick
cock entered his tiny hole. My whole body tingled as my tube steak slid
inch by inch into his tight glove-like chute. Oh god it felt good to be
inside him. The way his silky inner lining slid against my cock, yet hugged
it tightly, made me wonder if there was any sensation better than this. And
as I kissed the smooth skin of his neck and felt my groin press against his
perky butt cheeks, I wondered if anyone in the world was as sexy as my son.

I had to see his ass cheeks. I placed my hands on the bed and lifted myself
as if doing a push up. Then I watched as I pounded his ass. He was holding
his butt tightly closed, forcing his butt cheeks to clench. He grunted with
every thrust and even pushed backward occasionally, trying to get my cock
as deep inside him as possible.

I then realized I wanted more freedom to pummel his ass. So I got to my
knees and pulled him to all fours. I grabbed his hips and resumed fucking
his hole. As I pushed my cock deep inside him, I admired his young
body. His hair was cropped short in back, leaving the smooth skin of his
neck fully exposed. I bent over and gently bit it, giving in to the
animalistic urge to dominate him as I fucked his tight hole. He cried out,
not in pain, but in ecstasy, loving the feeling of my teeth on his skin and
my cock in his ass.

I straightened back up and placed my index finger on his neck. I traced his
spinal cord all the way down to his lower back where his slender waist gave
way to his bubble ass. The sudden curve it took from his lower back to the
top of his butt cheeks was fascinating to me. Two weeks prior, I had no
appreciation for the male ass. But now, I was drawn to its form, its
curvature, is strength. Especially my son's ass. It was a piece of art, and
he was allowing me to enjoy it.

I had to let him know how much I appreciated what he was giving me. I
needed to see his face as I fucked him, to kiss him as I planted my seed
deep inside him.

I pulled out, flipped him over and pulled him to the edge of the bed. I
stood on the floor as he lifted his legs up and apart, ready to take me
inside again. He smiled up at me and said, "This is the best night of my
life!"

I slid my cock inside him and said, "Mine too, baby." I then leaned down to
kiss him. As our lips parted and our tongues made contact, I began fucking
like a rabbit, quick desperate thrusts. Sweat formed on my face and my
chest, as my entire body heated up from the exertion.

Jeremy grabbed my head, holding on as we smothered each other in
kisses. Within moments, I felt the beginning of my orgasm. It was so
intense that I couldn't continue kissing. My entire focus had to be on my
cock and his ass. My whole world at that moment centered on the thrilling
sensation of my shaft sliding in and out of his tight silky hole. My whole
body clenched and I exclaimed, "Oh god! Oh fuck!"

Time stood still as my cock pulsed inside Jer's ass, sending load after
load of my little swimmers inside him. I held him tightly, unable to get my
body to stop clenching, while I enjoyed the unbelievable feeling of
depositing my seed deep inside my beautiful teenage son.

Jeremy held onto me equally tightly, saying, "Yeah, Dad. Give it all to
me."

I was giving it all to him. My balls were emptying themselves
completely. Every drop of my life-giving fluid was flowing out of my body
and into his.

A few moments later, the orgasm began to subside. I could finally relax my
body again. My heart was racing and my breathing was labored. I had given
my all with that fuck; my body was exhausted.

Jeremy adjusted his hips slightly, making me aware of how uncomfortable he
must have been with a sweaty man lying on top of him.

I pulled up, "Sorry, baby. I just couldn't... oh fuck... that was great."

He pulled me back down into a hug, "Sorry for what? That was exactly what I
asked for."

My heart rate and breathing were returning to normal as I felt my cock
soften for the first time in hours. Remembering my earlier suggestion, I
grinned and said, "Best honeymoon ever!"

He blushed and pressed his body against mine, "Better than my wildest
dreams!"

With his cock pressed against my body, I felt moisture. I wondered if he
had cum again without touching himself and I was going to be sad about
wasting another load of his. I stood up and saw that it was just my sweat
mixed with his pre-cum. Yes! I would still be able to drink his nut butter.

I said, "I want you to cum in my mouth."

I carefully pulled my softening cock from inside his ass. As soon as my
head popped out, a small stream of cum oozed out. I scooped it up before it
got onto the sheets. Jer grabbed my hand and brought my fingers to his
mouth, licking the cream from them. I smiled down at my cum-hungry lover.

I pushed his legs back, forcing his ass up. I licked up the remaining drops
of sperm, lowered his legs, leaned over and fed them to him. He sucked my
tongue into his mouth and devoured my cream. Once he was fed, we continued
to kiss for a few more moments.

I then pulled him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and got to
my knees. I wrapped my lips around his long pearly white teenage cock and
proceeded to give him the best blow job I could. He placed his hands on
both sides of my head and gently controlled the motion of his cock in and
out of my mouth.

The room was silent as I concentrated on worshipping my son's cock. I
sucked it in as far as I could and moved my tongue back and forth beneath
it, trying to stimulate him as much as possible. I then pulled off it and
licked the shaft from balls to head.

I held his cock up and licked his balls, at which point he asked, "Did you
like it when I sucked you off at the truck stop?"

I was surprised by the question, "Um...huh?"

He grabbed his cock and stroked it while I continued licking his balls, "In
the men's room at the diner. Did you like it?"

I stopped licking his balls, and said, "Yeah, a lot."

Jeremy stood up and looked down at me. He lowered his cock so he was
jacking it over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, hoping he would let me
resume sucking. But instead, he held it right over my mouth, jacking it but
not letting me touch it.

He said, "That has been a fantasy of mine for years. To run into you in a
men's room. To tempt you into putting your cock through the glory hole."

Pre-cum leaked from his cock head and fell to my tongue. I swallowed the
salty liquid, then opened my mouth again, thirsty for more.

He sped up his jacking as he continued, "To start off jacking your amazing
dick. Watching the veins pulse and the head flare."

His strokes increased in intensity, "Then to suck it for the first time,
hoping that you've never had such a good blow job."

He placed the tip of his cock on my tongue so I could lick up the pre-cum
gathering there. "Then when you are close to cumming, I turn around and sit
back on your cock. You're too turned on to stop me."

Hearing him describe his fantasy was exciting me and I desperately wanted
him to shoot his load into my mouth. I licked my index finger and pushed it
into his well-used hole. A stream of pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit and
fell onto my waiting tongue.

His body started to jerk as he said, "I'd feel your cock ramming into me,
then I'd feel it thicken and I'd know you are filling me with your hot
cum. Oh, god, Dad, cum inside my hole!"

He then started shooting. A thick strand of adolescent cream hit my face. I
moved up and placed my mouth over his cockhead. I couldn't suck it in
because he was still jacking the shaft. But I was determined to catch every
drop of spunk that shot from his piss slit. Pulse after pulse of my son's
delicious nut butter filled my mouth as he continued to stroke. I swallowed
a couple times, hoping I could take it all without spilling any.

After his final stroke, he let go of his shaft and I sucked it into my
mouth. I devoured it, drinking every drop of seminal fluid from inside him
that I could. I fondled his balls, hoping that would get him to produce
even more of his delicious cream. But eventually, it stopped flowing, and
Jer's cockhead became sensitive.

He pulled out and looked down at my face. He pushed his cock against the
cum that was on my cheek and guided it into my mouth. I waited patiently
for every tasty morsel to make it into my mouth before I swallowed.

Jeremy fell back onto the bed. I wiped the remaining fluid from my face and
licked my fingers clean. Then I lay on the bed next to him. I kissed his
ear and asked, "Did you really fantasize like that about me?"

He giggled, "Yeah, all the time. Sometimes I even feel jealous of Mom for
having you any time she wants you."

Despite feeling awkward about discussing Beth and my sex life with Jeremy,
I found myself saying, "She doesn't want me nearly as often as you do. I
think she should be jealous of you."

He smiled and said, "Can we do it again?"

I coughed, "I don't think I can get it up again so quickly."

He laughed and said, "No. I mean, can I suck you off in a men's room again?
Next time maybe you can even fuck me?"

I pulled him into a hug, "Hell yeah. I'd like that." I thought for a
second, then added, "Especially if another guy watches us, like that guy
that watched us at the truck stop."

Jeremy sighed and melted into my embrace. "Oh yeah. I like the idea of guys
watching us."

I was about to comment on how our situation had changed from me helping to
wean him off public sex to us making plans to participate in it together,
but then Jer's stomach growled loudly, drawing our attention to our need to
eat.

I laughed at the ridiculous sound his stomach had made and said, "I should
be a good parent and feed my starving kid! The pizza's probably cold. I'll
heat it up."

He shook his head, "Nah, I don't mind eating it cold. I'll get the soda and
cups."

We headed downstairs and retrieved our dinner. A few minutes later, we were
back upstairs, eating the pizza in our bed like two college students. After
eating, I lay back and Jeremy snuggled up against me. We talked for a short
while about the things I had told Beth we would be doing while we were
there. Then we both lay quietly, simply enjoying the feeling of holding
each other.

I was exhausted from all the intense sex and the food was making me
drowsy. Feeling my son next to me as I held him in my arms provided a level
of comfort that encouraged my body to relax. Despite wanting to spend the
entire night enjoying Jeremy's young body, I drifted off to sleep.

I slept soundly for several hours, then woke up to the sensation of my cock
sliding into Jeremy's ass. It was nearly pitch dark in the room, so I
couldn't see him, but the sensation of his anal walls hugging my shaft was
unmistakable. I found his legs and gently squeezed them, letting him know I
was awake. In response to my touch, he picked up his pace.

No words were spoken. None were needed.

I pulled him down into a kiss as he fucked himself up and down on my
cock. Our tongues danced as my son used my meat to satisfy his carnal
needs. He then sat back up and placed my hand on his lube-covered prick. I
jacked him as he rode my daddy dick. A few minutes later, he grunted and I
felt his warm teenage spunk hitting my torso and dribbling down my fingers.

When he finished cumming, he pulled off my cock and wiped it dry with a
towel. Meanwhile, I scooped up his cum and ate it. It was an unexpected,
but very satisfying, middle of the night snack.

Jeremy lay down beside me and began stroking my cock as he kissed my
neck. I placed my hand on his and gently stopped him. I didn't need to
cum. I was beyond satisfied. He laid his arm across my chest and fell
asleep a few minutes later.

I remained awake a little while longer, feeling amazed at what had just
happened. Without wondering if it were appropriate or selfish, Jeremy had
woken up horny and had used my body to pleasure himself. My new lover had
assumed that that was what sexual partners did. I again wondered where he
had been all my life. I couldn't tell you how many times I had been in bed
with women who had rejected my late-night advances, calling me a selfish
pig for waking them up for sex. Jeremy, on the other hand, simply had
assumed it was a natural thing to do and had done it without shame or
apology. I pulled him tightly against me. He and I were made for each
other. I wasn't going to let him go.

End of Chapter 19.