Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2016 23:19:23 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 2

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 2

The rest of the afternoon was awkward for me. I had no idea how to act
around Jeremy. There was no parenting handbook that explained how to act
around your step-son after he has given you an expert blow job. This was
unchartered territory, or at least taboo territory. I wondered how many
other step-fathers had been in this situation. I would have given money to
hear their advice.

I had to figure this out on my own. I had always relied on my instincts to
help me in difficult situations. In fact, earlier that day I had been
convinced those instincts were helping me guide my step-son in the
direction of healthy recovery from the incident with the police. But it
turned out those instincts were completely wrong. They had lead me in an
entirely unintended direction. And now I was stuck with the consequences.

I felt a trickle of semen seep from my cockhead. I always leaked for a
while after cumming. I had changed my clothing after feeding Jeremy my
load. But my fresh pair of shorts were getting sticky with post-orgasm
semen. I winced, wondering if I would ever be able to hide the evidence of
the earlier sexual activity.

Jeremy had gone to his room after finishing his chores. I sat alone in the
living room with my guilt, confusion and leaking cock. I sat deep in
thought for nearly 45 minutes, at which point my wife arrived and provided
a much needed distraction. The rest of the evening was a mixture of
normalcy and anxiety. Beth was completely oblivious to the fact that
something was different between her son and me. If asked, she would have
said the evening was perfectly typical. But I was in turmoil, especially
every time Jeremy was near. I was sure that there would be some sign that
would make Beth realize that I had done an unspeakable act with him.

But no sign appeared. Our secret was safe. As the evening turned into
night, I began to relax and to think a little more clearly. There was
surely another way I could help Jeremy get over his addiction. Letting him
suck my dick was the easy way to deal with it. But it couldn't be the only
way. By the time Beth and I went to bed, I had convinced myself that I
would come up with an alternative. The blow job Jeremy had given me –
albeit one of the best I had ever received -- would be the only one he'd
ever give me. I would make sure of it.

The following morning, while perusing the newspaper before leaving for
work, Beth ran across an article in the local news section. She gave a
grunt of disgust then whispered to me, "Did you see this? A minister got
arrested yesterday. He was caught having sex with a minor in Lanken
Park. Can you believe that? What is the world coming to?"

My heart skipped a beat. In all the commotion of the day before, I had
never stopped to wonder who had been caught with Jeremy in the men's
room. As my wife droned on about how disgusting the man was, I felt a
renewed sense of relief that the police had chosen to let Jeremy go. The
minister had not been treated as nicely. If the police had dealt with both
of them equally, Beth and I would have been having a completely different
conversation that morning.

I nodded and agreed with everything she said during her tirade. I just
wanted her to get it out of her system and move on. I feared with each
statement she made that she would somehow figure out that Jeremy was the
minor in question. Finally, she looked at her watch and realized we were
almost late for work. We tossed our dishes in the sink and flew out the
door, giving each other a goodbye kiss before getting in our cars and
driving our separate ways.

I was distracted all morning at work. Whenever I tried to concentrate, the
memory of sitting on the couch with my cock buried in my step-son's throat
snuck back in. In the light of a new day, it seemed unreal that the events
of the day before had actually transpired. Yes, I had picked my son up from
the police station. And, yes, I had helped him calm down and feel better
about the whole situation. But, was it really true that I had allowed him
to wrap his young lips around my prick and swallow my cum? And had I really
promised to let him do so whenever he felt tempted to seek out anonymous
sex?

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Jeremy. It simply said, "sos" My heart
began to race. It was all true. And my step-son was asking me to come
through on my promise. I looked at the time. It was 11:30. Close enough to
lunch time not to raise any eyebrows if I stepped out of the office.

I confirmed that we would meet at home and headed that way. In the 10
minutes it took me to get there, I tried to figure out any way I could help
him without resorting to feeding him my cock. I cursed at myself. "Damn,
Clint! You should have spent the morning thinking about alternative ways of
helping him, not replaying the blow job over and over in your mind!" With
the pressure suddenly on, I couldn't come up with anything.

I stepped into the house and saw him sitting on the couch. He gave me a shy
smile and said, "I'm sorry. I thought I could do it. But then I was on my
bike, riding to the park. I got all the way there then panicked when I saw
the men's room. The only reason I didn't go in was because I was afraid of
getting caught by the police. I texted you when I was almost home again."

I nervously played with the change in my pants pockets as I approached
him. "It's OK, Jer. You did the right thing. I'm glad you reached out to me
instead of going in."

He licked his lips, "You're glad? Oh my god, I'm so happy to hear that. I
was worried you had changed your mind."

I groaned softly. I had done it again. I had said something that he
misinterpreted. It was true that I was glad he reached out to me. But not
because I wanted him to suck me off. No, that was not why. I was glad
because he was acknowledging his addiction and reaching out to me for
support. God! Why wasn't I trying to make that more clear?

He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his head against my
chest. He was hugging me hard. I couldn't hug back. I didn't know what
message that would send him. So I grabbed each of his shoulders and
pressed. It was one of those non-committal hugs men gave one another.

It didn't faze him though. He was done hugging me and was beginning to
strip me. He pulled my dress shirt free from my pants. He then did the same
with my undershirt. He lifted them both, exposing my stomach, and began to
kneel down while kissing it. He kissed my belly button and the skin above
my pants line while he unbuckled my belt. He then tried to unbutton the top
of my pants.

It was apparent he was having a hard time with my pants. I could have used
that opportunity to stop him. But instead, I pushed his hands aside and
unbuttoned them for him. He grabbed my ass as I unzipped my fly. I was
surprised by the touch and suddenly worried that he was giving me some kind
of hint that he wanted to play with my butt. Before I could protest, his
true intentions became clear as he yanked my pants down as soon as my
zipper was completely undone.

All that was between his mouth and my meat were my boxer shorts. I closed
my eyes and braced myself for what was coming next. I was surprised when I
felt him standing and leaning against my chest again. He began to unbutton
my dress shirt. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled it off of me and
placed it neatly on the chair behind us. How thoughtful of him to worry
about wrinkling it.

He then pulled up my undershirt and said in a lustful husky voice, "Please
pull that off for me. You're too tall."

My hands were shaking as I did as he asked. This was not going as I
expected. I had thought he would simply pull my dick out of my pants and
suck it, like he had done the day before. But this was altogether
different. He was trying to get me naked. Why was I letting him?

I threw the undershirt onto the couch. Jeremy placed his hands on my chest,
admiring its shape. I suddenly felt happy that I had been consistently
going to the gym during lunch over the past several months. I was not as
muscular as my brother, Ryan, but I was looking good for a 33-year old
man. I knew it made no sense, but I was glad I was pleasing my step-son
with my body. Well, as I thought about it, it was good that my body pleased
him. The more he was attracted to me, the less he would be tempted to seek
sex elsewhere. Maintaining my decent body would be an additional way of
helping him. Yeah, that sounded good.

Jeremy admired my chest for several seconds before leaning in and gently
biting one of my nipples. A jolt of pleasure swept through my body. My
nipples were very sensitive and Jeremy had bit the one just right.

That jolt gave me great pleasure, but it also frightened me. I did not want
my step-son to believe we were making love. No, I was just there to satisfy
his need for cock and cum. So, even though every fiber of my being wanted
to allow him to continue to pleasure my nipples, my mind won out and I
pulled him away.

He looked up at me with questioning eyes. I shook my head, "None of that."
I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my crotch. "That's what we
agreed to."

He gave my nipple a quick defiant lick, then flashed his perfect smile,
"Sorry. I couldn't resist. You're just so sexy."

I suppressed my own smile as I pushed him to his knees. My ego had been
properly fed. It was nice to hear those words, even if they were coming
from my cock hungry step-son.

On his knees now, Jeremy pulled my boxers down to the floor. I was suddenly
fully naked in front of my step-son. Well, my pants and boxers were at my
feet and I still had my socks and shoes on. But I was naked from the shins
up. That was more naked than any man should be in front of his teenage
step-son.

Jeremy, on the other hand, was still dressed. He was wearing a pair of blue
gym shorts with an elastic waist band and a yellow t-shirt. The image of
his shirt pulling away from his shorts, exposing the top of his youthful
ass, was the last thing I saw before he sucked in my cock and I closed my
eyes. As he performed his cock-hardening magic, I processed the image of
his backside. I realized that I had seen the skin of his ass because he was
wearing a jock strap. My shaft began to harden as I wondered why he would
be wearing a jock strap at all. He had been on his way to the men's room in
the park, not to the gym.

I would later learn the full extent of the activity my son engaged in with
men at the park. But at that moment I knew very little about what went on
there and I didn't have the imagination to figure out why a jock strap
would be useful. I told myself he must have found it more comfortable than
regular underwear.

I dismissed the thoughts of his backside as I focused on the pleasure my
son was giving me. He had his hands on my ass again, but this time it just
seemed he was holding on for balance. So I didn't complain. I felt his
amazing tongue and throat massage every inch of my meat, bringing it to its
full hardness. He pulled off and spat on it occasionally, increasing the
amount of wetness I felt. He would occasionally pull off and jack me, all
the while covering my shaft with spit so it was continually wet. It felt
incredible. No woman had ever used that technique with me.

I was tempted to look down at him, but still couldn't do it. I was much
more relaxed this time, having no difficulty getting hard and not finding
it necessary to imagine he were a woman. But I still couldn't bring myself
to look at him.

He spat on my dick and continued to stroke it. "Your cock is beautiful,
Clint. I like how big the head is and how thick the shaft is. It's
perfect. I could suck it all day."

I liked hearing him compliment my cock. It had been years since I had had
sex with someone who expressed their appreciation for it. Jeremy's mother
never talked about it at all. When we had sex, she definitely enjoyed its
girth. I could tell by her satisfied smile as I slid it into her. But she
couldn't talk dirty. She gave very little feedback while having sex with
me. Don't get me wrong. I didn't need a woman to moan and praise me
constantly, but I did miss hearing the occasional, `Oh yeah, right there,'
and `Oh my god you're so thick.'

I couldn't complain about that with Jeremy. He liked my cock and he wasn't
shy about letting me know. Without thinking, I reflexively responded, "I
wish you could suck it all day." I meant it. The kid's mouth was insanely
good.

Upon hearing that, he resumed sucking. With one hand still grasping one of
my ass cheeks, he used the other to jack me off while sucking me. He timed
the strokes perfectly with each oral descent on my cock. It felt like I was
inside a warm wet pussy. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and
started fucking.

Oh my god, my son's mouth and hand felt so good. I would be cumming soon,
if he kept this up. But he didn't. He seemed to sense my impending orgasm
and stopped to delay it. I was gasping for breath as the moment passed.

I dared to open my eyes to look down at him to see what he was doing. He
had taken off his shorts and was stepping out of his jock. I saw his
teenage cock for the first time. It was fully erect. It looked like it was
about as long as mine, but wasn't nearly as thick. The pearly white shaft
curved down and ended in a pink head. I was impressed. He was only 15 and
he was already packing a nice one.

He placed a towel at his feet and over my pants. I smiled at his
thoughtfulness. If my guess was right, he was placing the towel over my
pants to make sure none of our cum fell on them. God he was a good kid.

He got back on his knees and began stroking his adolescent meat as he
grasped my cock and pulled it into his mouth. I caught a glimpse of my
mature dick disappearing past his youthful lips before I closed my eyes
again.

He resumed the previous sucking and jacking action. It brought me to the
brink again quickly. As I felt the orgasm beginning to build, he stopped
and grunted. I knew without looking that my step-son was ejaculating. My
own cum pulsed into his mouth a moment later. One, two, three large
pulses. I heard him gulp as he swallowed it. Then I felt him squeeze my
shaft and begin to milk it dry. My knees buckled, but I maintained my
balance as my step-son drank every bit of life-giving fluid I could
produce.

When he was satisfied that no more would come out, he withdrew my cock and
said, "Your cum is delicious."

I smiled as I thought, "If your mother would let me cum in her mouth, she
might like the taste as much as you do." I opened my eyes and looked down
at my incredible cocksucker. My cock was still hard in his hand and he was
looking at it, as if willing it to produce more nectar. I watched him for a
moment, amazed at how entranced with my cock he was. It felt good to be
admired.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks. I really needed that."

He stood and picked up the towel. It was covered in his teenage spunk. I
was amazed at how much cum there was. I wondered if that was normal for
him, or if he had been holding that load in for a number of days.

He folded the towel so he could use the backside to wipe his cock dry. Then
he used it to do the same for mine. He playfully kissed my nipple and I
pushed him away, saying, "Enough of that!" I gave him a stern look. He gave
me a sly smile. He knew I liked it. Oh god. He would be licking my nipples
again, that look in his eye was making it clear. Would I have the willpower
to refuse him next time?

We pulled on our clothes and as I was buttoning my shirt, I asked, "Did you
see today's paper? There's an article about the incident in the park
yesterday. They arrested the other guy. Apparently he is a minister."

He didn't respond. He seemed lost in thought. I asked, "Hey Jer, did you
know that? The guy was a minister."

He simply shook his head, "No, I didn't know that. I feel so guilty."

He curled up into a ball on the couch and pulled a pillow close to him. I
suddenly felt like an idiot for even bringing up the subject. "Hey buddy,
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

He stared at the wall, "Why did they let me go and not him? It's probably
ruining his life."

I buckled my belt then sat next to him on the couch. "Don't blame
yourself. The police gave you a pass because of your age. The minister is
an adult. He's responsible for his actions."

He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I could tell he was close to
tears. "No...but...you don't understand. That's not..."

He stopped and buried his head in the pillow. I bent down and hugged
him. He was in so much pain that all my reservations about showing him
affection had gone out the window. I held him for a few minutes while I
listened to him cry into the pillow. I couldn't imagine what he was going
through. But I knew he needed someone to hold him.

Eventually, he stopped crying and pulled his face away from the
pillow. "I'm sorry. I'm OK now. Thanks for being here for me. I don't know
what I would do if you weren't so understanding."

I gave him a pat on the back then I stood up and replied, "You'll get
through this, buddy. Just give it time."

I walked into the kitchen to get a quick glass of water before leaving. I
noticed that the dishes Beth and I had left in the sink that morning were
no longer there. Jeremy, despite his desperate need to feed his addiction,
had taken the time to clean up a mess his parents had made. Time and time
again, he proved that he was the perfect son.

I took a final look back at him curled up on the couch before I closed the
door and returned to work. He was no longer crying and seemed simply to be
thinking. I was sure he'd be OK alone for now. I would try to beat my wife
home from work that evening so I could check on him before she got home.

End of Chapter 2.