Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2016 21:12:29 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 5

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 5

That evening we had dinner guests over. When Beth was growing up, there was
a large family that lived next door to hers. One of the daughters, who was
about 10 years younger than Beth, was on a road trip with her husband of
eight months. They were on their way to a family reunion. Our town was on
their route, so they asked if they could drop by to visit us. Beth hadn't
been particularly close to the girl, but their families were such good
friends that she was obliged to say yes. Lindsay and her husband, Brett,
were going to be arriving in town that afternoon, staying in a hotel
overnight and spending Sunday at the beach. Then they would continue their
trip to the family reunion. Beth not only invited them to dinner on
Saturday night but committed us to going to the beach with them on Sunday.

The couple arrived at our house at 6:30. The conversation at first was
awkward. Brett was a complete stranger to both of us and Lindsay and Beth
barely knew each other. But after a few minutes, the two women were able to
reminisce about their old neighborhood. I tried to engage Brett in
conversation, but he was only 22 years old, so he and I had very little to
talk about.

Jeremy came downstairs and Beth introduced him to the couple. Lindsay raved
about how big he had gotten. Apparently, she had seen him right after his
birth, but not since. Jeremy stood uncomfortably while mother and friend
discussed him as if he weren't there.

When Brett and Jeremy shook hands, my step-son's countenance changed. His
discomfort was gone and he became rather animated. Jeremy quickly
recognized the symbol on one of Brett's several arm tattoos. The symbol was
from one of his console games. Jeremy loved the game and the tattoo was a
clear sign that Brett did too.

As we settled in for dinner, I watched Jeremy and Brett interact. A week
before, I would have thought nothing of it. But, with all that I had
learned about my step-son in the previous couple days, I was picking up on
other signs. On the outside, it appeared that they were just two young guys
talking about their favorite video games. But, watching closely, I could
see the occasional lingering look and smile. Was Jeremy flirting with this
married man right in front of all of us?

I looked Brett over and I could see why Jeremy might be attracted to
him. He was a mixture of Hispanic and Asian. The Hispanic genes were
dominant, but the Asian genes showed in his eyes and in the softening of
some of his facial features. It was an exotic look that bordered on
pretty. At about 6' tall, he was my height. He had the thin build that was
popular for his generation. And he wore the stylish tight clothing that
went along with it. He was a trendy pretty boy with artistic arm tattoos.

I disliked him. Not because of his looks or his fashion sense. No, because
Jeremy couldn't keep his eyes off him. I told myself that I was only
feeling that way because of the inappropriate behavior the two of them were
displaying. But I knew that I was the only one picking up on the
flirtation. I was denying what I was really feeling. Jealousy. Jealousy
because Jeremy and he had so much in common. Jealousy because my step-son
was paying more attention to him than to me. Jealousy because my fellow
married man not only clearly liked Jeremy, but was completely comfortable
letting him know. That last part was the most difficult for me to
process. Was I really jealous of Brett's apparent comfort with being
bisexual? Why would that make me jealous? I wasn't bisexual. I wasn't
attracted to Jeremy. Right?

I tried to dismiss all those thoughts as we cleared the table and headed
back into the living room. But they came rushing back with a vengeance when
Jeremy and Brett announced that they would be going upstairs to Jeremy's
room to play their game. Neither Beth nor Lindsay seemed to care, but I
seethed. I picked up the newspaper and tried to read it, but I couldn't see
any of the words. My mind was so focused on thoughts of Jeremy and Brett
that I couldn't see anything. What were they doing up in Jeremy's room?
Were they innocently sitting next to each other, two young men just playing
a game? Or were they touching each other behind the closed door?

For nearly an hour, I tried to control my thoughts. Surely Brett had not
really been flirting with Jeremy. I must have misread all those signs. But
even if I hadn't and they were flirting, surely Brett would never have sex
with my son while the rest of us were in the same house. But then I thought
back to earlier in the day when Jeremy seduced me in the garage. He seemed
to enjoy the thrill of the danger of getting caught. Could he be up there
seducing Brett, loving the idea that the man's wife could walk in on them
at any moment?

I couldn't take it anymore. I put down my newspaper and told the wives that
I was going to see how the guys were doing. I walked up the stairs as
quietly as I could. If they were having sex, I wanted to catch them in the
act. I made it up the staircase without making a sound.

As I approached Jeremy's room, I heard, "Yes! Yes!" It was Brett's voice. I
immediately assumed Jeremy was doing something sexual to him and he was
loving it. So, without hesitating, I opened Jeremy's door.

The two guys were sitting about two feet apart from one another on the
floor, game controllers in hand, playing the game. Jeremy gave me a quick
questioning look of surprise before turning back to the game. Then Brett
said, "Yes! Yes! We did it!" The two of them dropped the game controllers
and high-fived one another.

I felt horrible. They had honestly just been playing the game together. I
was overcome with guilt. How could I have created such a scenario in my
head of my step-son and this married man having sex up here? How could I
have allowed my mind to go wild with jealousy?

After several seconds of just staring at the two of them, lost in my
turmoil of thoughts, I realized Jeremy was talking to me. He was asking if
I wanted to join in. I had never shown an interest in playing his games
with him, so I knew he was just being nice. I declined and said, "No, I
just wanted to see how you guys were getting on up here. I didn't mean to
interrupt."

I closed the door and headed back downstairs. A few minutes later, Brett
and Jeremy came downstairs too. I watched them closely, no longer seeing
signs of flirtation or attraction. My guilt worsened as I was more and more
sure that I had created the entire situation in my head.

At around 11:00, Brett and Lindsay prepared to return to their hotel. We
confirmed our plans to meet back at our house the next morning before
heading to the beach. The door shut and they were gone.

As Beth and I lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, my eyes suddenly flew
open. I realized that I had seen something in Jeremy's room that hadn't
registered in my mind previously. The sheets on Jeremy's bed were messed up
and a pair of white briefs was lying on the floor. I had known Jeremy for
three years. In all that time, he had never been anything but the neatest
of kids. His room was always tidy and his dirty clothes were always in the
hamper. I could have given him a pass on the messed up sheets. Maybe he or
Brett had been sitting on the bed at some point while playing the game. But
the underwear on the floor? Jeremy never would have dropped them
there. And, even if he had, he would have been mortified to have someone
see them. He would have picked them up and put them into the hamper as soon
as Brett walked into his room.

My heart began to race. Brett and Jeremy must have been on the bed
together. And perhaps they both had gotten naked. But at the very least,
one of them must have taken off his pants and underwear. My head swirled
with the possibilities of what they had done.

I tossed and turned for a long time, unable to get to sleep. I struggled
with a strong urge to go to Jeremy's room, like I had done the night
before. But, unlike the night before, I was not low on self-control due to
alcohol and I was upset with him. In the end, I stayed in bed. Jeremy
probably didn't need me to visit him anyway. If I was right about him and
Brett, the young man had given my step-son what he needed.

My final thoughts before falling asleep were about the beach trip in the
morning. What was it going to be like to spend the day with Brett and
Lindsay, half naked at the beach? Would I have to endure more flirting
between my step-son and the tattooed pretty guy?

The following morning, we woke up early. We wanted to eat breakfast and get
on the road so we could beat the crowds at the beach. I felt a little
awkwardness around Jeremy, which was mostly self-inflicted. I was unsure if
he had done anything at all with Brett the night before. And I didn't know
how to deal with the emotions such thoughts provoked in me. Luckily, my
step-son was masterful at acting normal when necessary. So he put me at
ease by just being himself.

Brett and Lindsay arrived and we were off. I didn't pick up on any
flirtatious looks between the two young guys, convincing me more that I had
just been imagining things.

When we found our spot on the beach, we set up our area with towels,
coolers, umbrellas and all the other items to mark our territory. Then we
all stripped down to our bathing/tanning clothes. Lindsay had the lithe
body of a 25 year old. A little too skinny for my tastes, but still nice to
look at in her bikini. Brett was as thin as I had deduced the night
before. He was fit, but he definitely never lifted a weight in his
life. His chest and back had tattoos similar to those on his arms. Clearly
the guy considered his olive skin to be a canvas for ink.

Brett and I applied tanning lotion to our respective wives. My cock chubbed
slightly as I watched him rubbing the cream onto his wife's back. His
shorts were showing a slight bulge, confirming that he was chubbing too
from the experience. Once we were all protected from the sun, we lay onto
our towels and started soaking up the rays. The four adults were side by
side, the wives next to one another and the husbands on the far
sides. Jeremy was lying perpendicular to all of us, above our heads.

The women talked incessantly. At one point, I looked over toward Brett and
saw that he was looking at Jeremy. Jeremy's head was near mine and his feet
were near Brett. Jeremy was lying on his stomach. For a moment, I wondered
if Brett was enjoying the view of my step-son's ass. I looked at Jeremy's
face. His eyes were closed. I took solace in knowing Jer wasn't flirting
with the man.

I had to stop inventing situations that weren't real. Brett could have been
looking at anything. Why did I assume it was my step-son's perky ass?

About an hour after we arrived, the beach was packed. It was a beautiful
day, so everyone and their mother came to enjoy the sun and surf. Jeremy
announced that he was taking a walk along the beach to see if any of his
friends from school were there. I watched him walk away, wondering what it
must be like for him to have such a secretive life while outwardly living
such a normal one.

A little while after that, the wives decided to visit the ladies room,
leaving me alone with Brett. As soon as they were gone, he rolled over
closer to me and said, "Thanks for letting us hang out with you guys. We're
having a good time."

I nodded, "Sure, no problem. I'm glad this could all work out."

He was quiet for a few moments, then said, "Jeremy's a good kid."

I pulled my sunglasses up and gave him a look. I had no idea what had
prompted that statement. "Um, yeah, he sure is."

He pulled his glasses up too, so we were looking directly into each other's
eyes. "He told me how you're helping him. I think it's great that he has
such a supportive dad."

The blood drained from my face. What the hell? Had Jeremy really told Brett
about our arrangement? What in the world was he thinking? I wanted to
flee. I had no desire to be in this conversation. I wanted to be as far
away as possible.

Brett could see the look of panic in my eyes, "Hey, no need to worry. It's
cool with me. I think it's actually pretty hot."

I was stunned, still unable to speak.

He continued, as if talking about this were commonplace, "I fooled around
with a few guys before Lindsay and I got married. She knows about it and is
cool with it as long as I don't do it anymore. But temptations like Jeremy
are hard to resist, am I right?"

I couldn't respond. Not only was I finding it hard to believe that Jeremy
had told him about our arrangement, but now I was getting the impression
that Brett thought I was bi and using Jeremy for my own pleasure. Jeremy
wasn't a temptation for me, right?

My stunned silence seemed to be confirmation for him, so he continued. "I
wish I had been as self-aware when I was his age. It could have been
fun. Oh, fuck, here come the ladies."

He lowered his glasses and yelled, "Look at those beautiful women walking
toward us. Hey, Clint, how did we get so lucky?"

I was still sitting in stunned silence. I couldn't believe that Jeremy had
revealed our secret to this man, this relative stranger. Didn't he
understand the risk that posed? He was underage. I could be arrested.

But that aside, had Brett just confirmed that he and Jeremy had actually
fooled around upstairs the night before? I couldn't imagine any other
scenario in which Jer would be comfortable enough to talk openly about his
addiction and me helping him with it.

I had to get away to think. I stood up and announced that I was going to
the concession stand to get us a round of sodas. Beth asked why I would do
so when we had coolers full of drinks. I shrugged, "They have root beer. We
didn't bring any and I have a hankering for it."

Beth shrugged, "OK, but don't waste money on the rest of us. We have more
than enough drinks to last the day."

I headed as quickly as I could to the concession stand. My heart was racing
and my mind was spinning. I needed to be alone to think. The line was
wrapped around the corner. Normally, I would have refused to stand in such
a long line. But at that moment it was a godsend to me. The longer I could
stand in line, the longer I could be alone with my thoughts.

Within a few minutes, the initial fear and panic wore off. They were
replaced with anger and confusion. I decided I didn't need to worry about
Brett telling anyone about me and Jeremy. It was very possible that he was
just as guilty as I. He had said, "...temptations like Jeremy are hard to
resist..." I took that to mean that he hadn't resisted the temptation. That
realization brought back the jealousy I had been feeling the night
before. I knew that every time Jeremy went to the park, he was having sex
with anonymous men. I had accepted that. But what he did with Brett was
different. He wasn't a complete stranger and he had sex with him in his
room while the rest of us were downstairs!

Something caught my attention. It was Brett walking toward me. I thought he
was going to join me in line. I panicked, thinking he was going to try to
continue his conversation about Jeremy. But then I was relieved to see he
was actually headed toward the men's room. As I continued to mull over the
situation, I watched the men's room door. It wasn't until several minutes
had passed that I realized that Brett hadn't walked out. There was no line
for the men's room. What was taking him so long?

A couple more minutes passed without Brett exiting. Then I finally reached
the cashier and ordered my root beer. I kept my eye on the men's room door
the entire time.

After I paid, I walked toward the men's room. Brett had admitted to being
bisexual. And through Jeremy's arrest, I had recently become aware of
man-on-man activity in public restrooms. Could it be possible that Brett
was in there right now, looking for cock?

I stood outside the door for several seconds, asking myself if I really
wanted to know. I did want to know. I took a deep breath and walked in.

The place was dark. There were small ventilation windows along the top of
the walls through which some light passed. But otherwise, it was dark and
dreary. There were lighting fixtures on the ceiling. But they had no bulbs
in them. The entranceway was short and it took a sharp turn to the
right. Then there were three stalls on the right wall and sinks along the
left wall. The urinals were at the far end. Some were in plain view, but a
few others were to the right, blocked from view by the stalls.

The place felt empty and I didn't see Brett anywhere. As I walked by the
stalls, I saw that they all had no doors. Brett wasn't in any of them.

I came to the last stall and looked around the corner. There were two guys
standing at the urinals. One was Brett. The other was Jeremy. They hadn't
seen me yet, so I had a few moments to digest what I was seeing. I had not
seen Jeremy enter, so he must have been in the men's room for much longer
than Brett. Had he been there ever since he had gone "for a walk"?

Jeremy was the first to look toward me. At first, his eyes opened wide,
surprised to see me there. But then he began to smile when he realized I
was not threatening to make a scene.

Brett looked my way and jumped when he saw me. He wasn't as quick to
recognize me as Jeremy was. But when he did, he visibly relaxed. "Shit,
Clint. You scared the hell out of me."

He looked down at my crotch, then back at my face. I suspected he was
looking to see if I had pulled my cock out. But I wasn't there to join
them. I was there to catch them in the act.

Jeremy turned his body toward me. His hard teenage cock in his hand. I
looked down at it, then back into his eyes. Brett saw me looking at my
step-son and turned to face me too. His adult cock was equally hard,
protruding through the fly of his beach shorts. I looked down at it and
noticed that it was long, thin, and uncut. His shaft and foreskin were a
darker shade than the rest of his skin, but the cockhead was pink. In a
way, it was the Hispanic equivalent of Jeremy's.

I wanted to ask what the hell they thought they were doing, but time for me
was moving very slowly, and I was unable to think clear thoughts, much less
express them.

They were both facing me with their hard cocks on display. Brett broke the
silence by saying, "Can I watch him suck you? I can't get the image out of
my head. I really want to see it. Father and son getting off
together. Fuckin' hot stuff"

He had grabbed his own cock and was stroking it. I watched his foreskin
move up and down, covering the cockhead, then sliding back to reveal it. I
had never seen an uncut man jack off before. It was a bit fascinating.

I tore my eyes away from the uncut cock and looked over at Jeremy. He was
giving me a look that seemed to be asking the same question. Would I let
him suck me in front of Brett?

I shook my head, "No! I won't...I can't."

Brett gave me a look of disappointment, then said, "Do you want to watch
him suck me, then?"

Like a deer in headlights, I simply looked at each of them. I was trying to
figure out if this was really happening or if I had fallen asleep on the
towel and was dreaming it.

Jeremy waited a few moments for me to answer, then took action. He stepped
around so he was between me and Brett. He groped my crotch, which was
hardening, and asked softly, "Would you like me to suck you or him?"

I didn't want him to suck either of us. I wanted to grab him by the arm and
pull him out of there. I did grab his arm, but I only did so to remove his
hand from my crotch. I knew that Jeremy had told Brett about sucking my
dick, but I wasn't comfortable letting the man see Jer doing it. I held
onto his arm for a few extra seconds, still considering pulling him out of
there. But then I let it go. Perhaps if I let him do this, he would get it
out of his system. And, Brett wasn't a complete stranger. We had had dinner
with the man the night before and he had clearly had some kind of sex with
Jeremy soon afterward.

Jeremy frowned at me, disappointed that I wasn't going to feed him my
cock. Then he turned, got to his knees and sucked Brett's meat into his
mouth. I watched as our married friend's eyes rolled back into his head and
he gasped, "Oh god. This is so good."

He then opened his eyes, looked down at Jeremy, then up to me. He placed
his hands on my step-son's head and began slowly fucking his face. Looking
me in the eyes, he said, "You're one lucky father. Oh god, this is good."

I watched Jeremy's back as he sucked Brett's cock. I wrestled with a series
of emotional reactions. I was feeling protective, wanting to yell at both
Brett and Jeremy to stop what they were doing and to get out of the men's
room. I was disappointed that Jeremy had sought out public sex while on a
day out with the family. I was angry that he was doing this in front of me,
without any sense of an apology. I was jealous that he had so easily
accepted my refusal and had turned to Brett. I was frightened for all of
us; anyone could come in at any moment and catch them.

And, finally, I was horny. My cock was rising as I watched my step-son suck
the pretty man's cock. I had to admit it turned me on. A week prior, I
would have been disgusted if I had found two men having sex in a
bathroom. But this was making me hard. Jeremy had sucked me off a few
times. I knew exactly the pleasure Brett was feeling at that moment. I was
also turned on by the sleaziness of the scene. A married man was using a
teenage cum-addicted boy in a public place. To top it off, that boy was my
own step-son.

I watched Brett's reaction. As I said before, he was skinny. But he was
ripped. He might not have lifted weights, but he did something to keep the
fat off. I could see the definition in his pecs, his arms and his abs. As
he fucked Jeremy's face, I could see every clenching and twisting of the
muscles of his upper body. I studied the tattoos on his chest and noticed
that they drew a circle around each of his nipples. I wondered if that was
sign that he liked them played with, or if it was just another artistic
statement.

I looked down at Jeremy's ass. It was covered by his shorts. But with a
simple tug, I could have lowered them and revealed his creamy white
cheeks. I then could have easily slid my finger into his warm tight hole. I
knew he would have liked that. And my hardening cock told me I would have
too. I actually wanted to put my finger in his hole. But, I resisted.

I heard some voices outside and was reminded of how close we were to being
caught. They were female voices, so there was no danger of them coming into
the men's room. But at any moment that might change.

Despite not wanting to admit it, I had a strong urge to watch. I wanted to
see my son pleasure this man. I wanted to see the expression on Brett's
face as he fed my son his cum. But, more than either of those, I wanted to
protect my son from being caught.

I said, "I'll go watch the door. Jer, if your phone vibrates, it's me
texting you to warn you." Jeremy pulled off of Brett's cock and turned to
give me an acknowledging nod. Brett gave me a thumbs up as I walked away. I
stepped outside of the bathroom and leaned against the wall near the door.

As I stood there sipping on my root beer, I struggled with what was
happening. I couldn't believe I had gone from providing support for Jeremy
to cure him of his addiction, to standing guard at the door while he fed
it. In what world was I being a good step-father? I convinced myself that I
was doing the best that I could. I had left him with an acquaintance, so he
was in no danger of being hurt. And I was standing at the door, ensuring
that he wouldn't be caught. Surely, pulling him out would have been better,
but guarding him while he continued wasn't all that bad.

A few minutes passed. I had thought they would have finished more
quickly. But neither of them came out. Then I saw three guys coming toward
the bathroom. A man in his 40s and two boys in their late teens. They
resembled one another, making it obvious they were father and sons. When
they got close enough that it was clear they were heading to the men's
room, I texted Jeremy, "Stop".

The three guys entered the men's room and for the next minute I heard the
sons talking. As they were washing their hands, I heard the father say,
"I'm using a stall."

One of the boys said, "Damn, Dad! There are no doors. Can't you hold it?"

He said, "Nah, you two go on. I'll join you when I'm done."

The boys walked out a few moments later and headed down the beach.

I maintained my watchful position outside for a couple more minutes. There
was complete silence inside, to the point that I got a little curious. I
walked in and saw that the father was standing at one of the urinals, not
in one of the stalls, like he had told his sons. He was faced sideways and
I saw him stroking his cock. I ducked back out, "Shit. Jeremy has two
guys!"

A few minutes later, I heard someone coming toward the door. I looked up
and saw that it was Brett. He stopped and leaned up against the wall next
to me. "That was awesome, Clint. Hell, when Lindsay and I made these plans,
I wasn't sure visiting you guys was a good idea. I'm glad we did."

I was distracted, worried about what the other man was doing with
Jeremy. Brett picked up on my discomfort and asked, "Are you OK? This isn't
freaking you out, is it? I mean, Jeremy told me you were OK with all of
this."

I gave him a stern look, "No, I'm fine. I guess. But you left him in there
with that other man. Is he safe?"

Brett shrugged, "I suppose he's OK. The guy approached us and watched us
finish. It's not like he's a cop or anything."

I wasn't convinced of my son's safety. I looked nervously at the door.

Brett suggested, "Why don't you go in there and see? I'll keep watch here."

I jumped at the suggestion and rushed inside. I had made enough noise for
them to hear me enter, but I was in such a rush that I got to them before
they had enough time to get into neutral positions. The man's cock was rock
hard and it was covered in shiny saliva. Jeremy was pulling his shorts up
over his ass. I was too distracted to think what that could mean, I simply
assumed he had lowered his pants to jack off while sucking the man.

I spoke, "You OK?"

The man had turned to face directly toward the urinal. But upon hearing my
question, he looked my way and asked, "Huh?"

Jeremy answered, "Yeah, I'm fine. Wanna join us?"

I shook my head. I wouldn't join them, but I would stay. I couldn't trust
the stranger. "No, I'm fine. Go ahead and continue. Don't stop on my
account."

The man clearly didn't know what our relationship was, but he understood
that I was giving them permission to return to what they were doing. He
turned to face Jeremy and grabbed him by the waist. It appeared that he was
trying to turn my son around. But Jeremy pushed his hands away and got to
his knees. He sucked in the man's dick while looking up at me.

I watched intently. When Jeremy had been sucking Brett in front of me, I
was unable to see the man's cock in his mouth, since Jeremy was faced away
from me. But this time, I was behind the man and Jeremy was facing me. I
could see his lips stretched wide as he took the father's large cock into
his mouth.

The man was the same height as I. He appeared to be in his early 40s. He
was shirtless and was wearing a pair of beach shorts and flip-flops. He was
in very good shape. His pecs were large and his biceps bulged. The salt and
pepper fur on his chest, arms and legs covered up a dark tan. He was bald
on top, with closely cropped salt and pepper hair around the sides and
back. The man clearly spent a lot of time in the sun and took good care of
his body. His dick was impressive, as thick as mine and possibly a little
longer. I couldn't tell for sure, as it was embedded deep in my step-son's
mouth.

I was angry, jealous and turned on. My step-son looked so good in that
position, doing one of his favorite things in the whole world. I knew that
he was turned on by several things about the encounter. It was in public,
so there was danger of getting caught. It was with a total stranger. The
man was a father. And his wedding ring indicated that he was still
married. All of those were details that Jeremy had previously said were
reasons why he was addicted to men's room sex. Despite all the negative
emotions about the whole encounter, there was a part of me that was happy
for him.

But the best part was that he was looking at me the entire time. The man's
cock might have been pumping in and out of his adolescent mouth, but Jeremy
never looked at him. My step-son's complete focus was on me. It felt like
he was putting on a show for me. And I was beginning to appreciate it. My
cock began to harden again and I was on the verge of rubbing it.

But then I heard Brett's voice, "Hey, come on guys."

We all jumped. I went to the sinks to wash my hands. The married father
pushed his cock into his shorts and ran out. Jeremy put his own cock away
and flushed the urinal. He joined me at the sinks. A few moments later, a
beach patrol officer came in and headed straight to the urinals. He
unzipped and began pissing. Jeremy and I looked at one another. We both
knew how close we had come to getting caught. Luckily Brett had been
watching out for us.

We dried our hands and walked out. The three of us returned to the wives,
saying nothing along the way. Beth and Lindsay didn't even seem to notice
that we had all arrived together, despite having left individually. They
were too caught up in their discussion of the latest celebrity scandal.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, aside from the three of us guys
occasionally looking at each other. We said nothing, but the silence was
filled with communication. We had all shared a unique experience. And, by
the looks we were giving each other, it was clear that all three of us
would have been willing to go back and repeat it. But none of us dared to
risk it.

We all relaxed in the sun until the overwhelming heat of midafternoon. We
decided it was time to head out. Lindsay and Brett needed to get back on
the road and we were all wiped from the sun exposure.

We said our goodbyes at the cars. Lindsay gave us all pecks on the
cheek. Jeremy and I shook Brett's hand. I told them both, "You're welcome
to visit any time you're in the area."

As we drove off in the car, Beth said, "Thanks for saying that,
Honey. Having them over was a nice change of pace, wasn't it?"

I glanced at Jeremy in the rear view mirror. He smiled at me. I said,
"Yeah, it was."

When we got home, we showered and gathered in the family room to relax in
front of the TV. After a few minutes, Beth got up and announced that she
was falling asleep and was going upstairs to take a nap. As soon as we
heard her close the door, Jeremy and I looked at each other.

Jeremy asked, "Are you mad at me?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm mad at myself. I shouldn't have allowed that to
happen."

Jeremy lowered his head, studying a stray thread on the couch.

I asked, "Did you get it out of your system? Or are you still wound up?"

He shrugged, "No, the patrol guy came in before I could finish."

A few minutes passed, then I said, "Let's go into my study to talk."

We walked to the other room and I shut the door behind us. We were directly
below the master bedroom. When Beth woke up, we would hear her moving
around.

We sat on the love seat. After a few moments of discomfort, I asked, "So,
Jer, when did you tell Brett about our arrangement?"

By the look of fear on his face, it was apparent that wasn't the question
he expected, "Um...last night while we were playing the game in my room."

I paused, looking at him, "Why?"

He stuttered, "Umm...it...it...it...came...up...up...up when we
star...star...started to fool around."

There it was. The confirmation that they had had sex upstairs. I hadn't
misread the signs. I did know him as well as I thought. "How did that
happen exactly?"

He looked down at my crotch and saw that I was absentmindedly rubbing my
cock. I hadn't intended to feel sexual when we came into the study. I
simply wanted to be in a place where we could talk without worrying about
our voices carrying upstairs and Beth hearing our words. But the
experiences of the day, combined with my jealousy of Jeremy's attraction to
Brett, made my head spin with lust. My cock was hardening and I made no
effort to hide it.

Jeremy grinned and began to explain, "I could tell by the way he was
looking at me that he was interested. Then at dinner, he pressed his leg
against mine under the table. After we were done eating, we went upstairs
to play the game. As soon as the door was closed, he threw me on my bed."

My cock was continuing to harden. Jeremy saw it and lay down, placing his
head in my crotch. He fondled my cock through my shorts while he
continued. "He started by kissing me. He was a good kisser. But we had to
hurry, so he started pulling my pants off right away. I grabbed his crotch
and felt his prick. It wasn't as big as yours."

At that point, he wrapped his lips around the bulge in my shorts. For a few
moments, he simply played with my cock through the material. It hardened
more. Then I said, "Come on. Continue."

He looked up at me and smiled, "He pulled off my pants and my underwear. I
thought he was going to suck me. But he turned me over onto my stomach and
shoved his tongue into my ass. You know, like I did to you the other
night."

My cock jerked, "Yeah, I remember. Did it feel good?"

He began lowering my zipper, "Yeah, real good. Then he got on top of me and
started grinding into my crack. He still had his pants on, so it was
scratching me. I rolled over and pulled them off. I saw his uncut cock for
the first time."

My zipper was down and Jeremy pulled out my cock. It was at full
hardness. He began stroking it as he continued, "I started sucking him. He
seemed to like it, but he kept asking if he could fuck me."

I gasped. I suddenly wondered if Jeremy had ever gotten fucked. I hadn't
thought of it before, not even when I had my finger in his hole the day
before. But suddenly, hearing it from his lips, I realized how obvious it
was.

Jer continued, "But I told him no, I would just suck him. He kept trying to
convince me to let him fuck me. But in the end, I sucked him off."

My cock was rock hard at this point and Jeremy began licking it. I closed
my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Then I asked, "So, you haven't told me yet
why you told him about our arrangement."

Jeremy wrapped his lips around my cockhead and swallowed my shaft. Then he
let it pop out of his mouth and resumed stroking it, "While we were doing
it, he asked if I was afraid we might get caught. That's when I told him
that if you caught us, we'd be safe. I explained our arrangement."

I was about to lecture him on not doing that ever again, no matter how
comfortable he felt with the guy. But I was so turned on by his story and
the feeling of his mouth on my cock that all I could muster was,
"You...umm...really shouldn't tell anyone."

He swallowed my cock again and I got lost in the pleasure of his mouth. For
the next several minutes, he worshipped my cock and my balls. I opened my
eyes and I watched him. And I enjoyed the sight. This was the kid whom I
had watched suck two married men earlier in the day. He was home with me,
in the privacy of my study, giving me a more intimate blow job than he had
given the other two. I watched and enjoyed it. If we were lucky, Beth would
be asleep for a good hour. That gave us plenty of time to sit back and
enjoy.

I chuckled. I knew we were in danger of being caught. I knew it was a bad
idea to ever do this with my wife in the house. But I also knew that was
part of why my cock was so hard. It was exhilarating.

I was very close to shooting my load, but I wasn't ready. I wanted to hear
more. I reluctantly pulled him off my cock and turned to make space on the
loveseat next to me. He wasn't sure what to make of the gesture at first,
so I patted the cushion and said, "Come lay down next to me."

It was awkward. The full couch, or even a bed, would have been more
comfortable. But we could use neither at that moment. So we made it
work. Jeremy tried lying facing me, but I indicated for him to turn
around. I wanted to spoon with him for a few minutes while he told me more
of the details.

As he lay next to me, I felt his ass press against my hard cock. I was glad
for his shorts providing a barrier between my cock and the smooth skin of
his butt cheeks. I didn't need the confusion that sensation would cause for
me. After having seen his naked ass multiple times and after hearing him
mention Brett insisting on fucking him, I wasn't sure what I wanted. But I
was afraid that if I felt his bare ass against my bare cock, I might find
out. And I wasn't ready to deal with those thoughts.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him tight. Then I said, "So,
tell me what happened in the men's room today. I want to hear all about
it."

He squirmed a little, but I held him tight. I whispered in his ear, "It's
OK. If I'm going to help you with this, I need you to feel you can tell me
everything."

He started slowly, but then built up momentum as he grew more
comfortable. "When I walked away to look for friends, I made a big u-turn
so you wouldn't see me. I went into the men's room. When I got there, there
were two guys already playing at those back urinals. They were both around
your age. One had a wedding ring, the other didn't. "

I interrupted, "And you liked the guy with the wedding ring, I take it?"

He pulled my arm tight against his chest, "Yeah, I did. He was sexy in a
rugged way. The other guy was cute, but not as much as the married guy."

I suppressed a chuckle. I wondered if they were really that different, or
if in Jeremy's eyes a wedding ring automatically made a man sexier.

Jeremy continued, "I watched the cute guy get on his knees and suck the
married guy's dick. It was a nice one. The married guy waved his hand for
me to come closer. I did and he grabbed my crotch and started pawing it. He
tried to open my shorts to pull it out. But then we got interrupted."

My cock was on fire. I gently pulled Jeremy's hand back so he would grab
it. He began stroking it.

He continued, while stroking my cock, "The man that came in was not there
to play. So we stood by the urinals acting like we were pissing. The guy
who had been sucking the married man left at that point. When we were alone
again, the married man grabbed my cock and got to his knees. I let him suck
me a little, but I didn't want to cum so soon, so I pulled him off."

The thought of an older man sucking on Jeremy's dick was exciting. I felt
my cock leak pre-cum. Jeremy felt it too and wiped it all over my shaft.

He continued, "Then the married guy stood back up and I saw that he had
shot a load on the floor. He wiped the cum off his cock and left. I got a
paper towel and cleaned his cum from the floor. It's best to leave no
signs."

He gave my cock a few more strokes, then continued. "A long time went by
with guys coming in and out every now and then, but nothing happened. Then
Brett came in."

I flinched. Throughout the afternoon, I had become more comfortable with
the idea of him being with Brett. But I couldn't keep from flinching when
he mentioned it.

He gave my cock a squeeze and continued. "Well, it was pretty much like
what happened upstairs last night. He started by kissing me and sticking
his hands down my pants and asking me if he could fuck me."

I flinched again and asked, "Did you...?"

He shook his head, "No. I got to my knees and sucked his cock. He let me
suck it for a few minutes, but then turned me around so he could eat my
ass. He really liked that, so he did it for a long time. It felt good, but
I was worried he was going to try to fuck me, so I turned back around. We
stood there jacking off and he mentioned that he had said something to you
about me."

I hugged him tightly, "Yeah, Jer. He did. It scared the living daylights
out of me. You really have to be careful about telling people about
this. I...we...could get in a lot of trouble."

He let go of my cock, grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed
it and said, "I'm sorry, Clint. I thought it would be OK. He seemed
completely cool with it. And he's a friend of our family. I thought he'd be
safe."

The kiss was electric. I remembered a few days prior when a kiss from my
step-son would have sent alarm bells off in my head. But now, as we lay
together on my love seat, it not only felt fine, it felt damned good. It
was a simple gesture, but it was laden with significance.

I pulled his hand up to my lips and kissed him back. Equally simple
gesture. Equally laden with significance.

We lay there quietly for a few moments. I was soaking in everything. Then I
thought about Beth. She would be waking up soon and I wasn't done hearing
Jeremy's story. I wanted him to finish. I was horny and needed to get
off. His recounting of the bathroom experience was fueling my
horniness. "So, you were jacking off and he was telling you about his
conversation with me. What next?"

He resumed, "Well, you walked in soon afterward. We heard you enter and we
were already in safe positions. So we were just going to wait it out. But
then it was clear the man who had just walked in was standing near us. I
looked back and saw that it was you."

He paused then said, "Well, you know the rest."

I placed his hand back on my cock. It had started to deflate. I needed to
feel his hand on it again. "Actually, I don't. If you remember, I left you
two alone to guard the door."

He stroked my cock, "Oh yeah, you left me while I was sucking him. He
pulled me off and questioned me a little about what you and I had done. It
really turned him on to know that you were letting me suck you. He tried
one more time to convince me to let him fuck me. I turned around and let
him dry hump me. It was around that time that you texted me."

The thought of Brett dry humping Jeremy's creamy white ass made my cock
jerk. "So that's when the man and his sons walked in, right?"

Jeremy slid off the love seat and got to the floor. He tapped my legs, "Sit
up. I want to suck you like I did that first day."

I did as he asked. He gave my balls a good licking then sucked in my
cock. I pulled him off and said, "Finish. I want to hear it all."

He licked the saliva dripping down my shaft then resumed stroking, "Well,
the two sons were in and out real quickly. One used the urinal next to
Brett. I glanced over and saw his honker of a cock. Then the two of them
left and the father told them he'd be taking a shit. A few moments later,
he was standing next to me and Brett at the urinals. He was showing off
that big hard dick of his. Both Brett and I knew it was safe at that point,
so I got back to my knees and sucked Brett off. The man touched Brett's
chest and played with his nipples. The two kissed, which made Brett
cum. The he left.

At that point, the father scooted over and stuck his hand down my pants. He
went right for my hole. I pulled his hand out and told him I didn't want to
get fucked. He then asked me to pull my pants down so he could look at my
ass while I sucked him. So, I did. You came in a couple minutes later and,
now you really know the rest."

He was right, I did. But hearing all of that from him in his own words got
me real excited. I was ready to cum. I pushed my cock forward so it hit his
mouth. He spat on it then sucked it in. I then surprised myself by saying,
"Suck it, Baby. You like married cock, don't you?"

He looked up at me. I imagined he was as shocked as I at my dirty talk.

I continued, "Don't you? You liked being in that bathroom waiting for
random men to walk in. Men who might have wives and kids. Men whose wives
don't give them what they need, so they come looking for it from willing
young teenagers like you."

He moaned as he tried to say "Yes" while his mouth was stuffed full of my
daddy dick.

I was building up for a good strong orgasm when I suddenly realized how I
wanted to get off. I pulled him off my cock and slid further down the
cushion so my ass was hanging off the edge. I pulled off my shorts, lifted
my legs and said, "Eat my ass. I want to feel your tongue on it again."

He didn't hesitate. He spread my ass cheeks and dove in. I felt that
amazing sensation I had only felt once before. His warm wet slimy tongue
rolling all over my asshole. My body spasmed each time his tongue made
contact with the sensitive skin at the opening. I said, "This is what Brett
did for you, right? He made you feel this good, didn't he? Oh my god,
Jeremy. That is so fucking amazing."

The lust was building in my system. I knew it was partially fueled by my
jealousy. I needed to possess Jeremy. I needed to prove to myself that, no
matter how much pleasure any other man gave him, I would be his special
one. My mind was cloudy, unable to think of anything but sexual pleasure. I
imagined Jeremy's ass in Brett's face and how he must have felt the same
pleasure I was feeling at that very moment.

I then had an image of it being me with my tongue on his ass. Me giving him
the pleasure he was giving me. Me making him feel better than Brett had.

A voice deep down in my head told me, "Don't do it." But I ignored it. I
had to do it. With lust driving every action I made, I lowered my legs,
nudged Jeremy to stand up. I looked at him without focusing. Lust was
clouding my vision. I grunted, "Take off your shorts."

He did so in a flash. I grabbed his waist and spun him around. I spread his
perfectly round ass cheeks and I saw it. His beautiful tiny pink hole was
inches from my face. That was the hole I had touched before our dinner with
Ryan. That was the hole I had slid my finger into the following day in the
garage. That was the hole I was about to lick.

I pulled him close. I could smell the soap he had used when he had taken a
shower after we returned from the beach. I stuck out my tongue and,
convincing myself it would be just like eating a pussy, I touched his
hole. He exclaimed, "Oh my god, Clint. Oh fuck!"

I rolled my tongue around, tasting the puckered skin of his tiny hole. With
each lick of my tongue, I became less and less reluctant and more and more
driven. I had started this with the desire to give him the pleasure he had
given me. But I was now lost in my own pleasure. Yes, my own pleasure. I
was licking my step-son's adolescent ass and I was loving it.

And so was Jeremy. He was jacking his cock furiously, groaning and gently
pushing his ass back onto my tongue. I then did another surprising thing. I
reached under his legs and grabbed his cock. I wrapped my hand around the
teenage shaft and began stroking. He gasped and exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum."

Seconds later I felt his cock spasm and his asshole clench. I couldn't see
it, as my face was buried in his ass, but I knew he was covering my
hardwood floor with his teenage spunk. And I was proud. I had done that. I
had made him cum. I had licked him where he liked it most. And I had
stroked the load out of him.

We stayed in that position for a while after he finished cumming. My lust
was still at a fever pitch so there was no taking my tongue away from his
youthful ass. And, although it was deflating, I was enjoying the feeling of
holding his dick. I had never held another guy's prick, not even my
brother's when he had taught me to jack off. It was a new sensation; one I
was enjoying.

A couple times, I pulled away just to look at the tiny hole. I thought back
to Jeremy telling me how both Brett and the father in the bathroom had
asked to fuck him. I wondered how they could imagine sticking something as
big as their cocks into that tiny hole. My finger barely fit inside it, how
could they think their cocks would? I was glad that Jeremy didn't allow men
to fuck him and that he was satisfied with a tongue and a finger. Anything
else would clearly rip him apart.

Finally, Jeremy straightened up and turned around. I fell back on the love
seat. I knew I would have conflicting thoughts after this was all over. But
for the moment, I simply pushed down those thoughts and allowed myself to
enjoy the pleasure.

I looked at Jeremy, standing completely naked in front of me, with his cock
dripping cum. I etched that sight into my memory forever and can see it
clearly even now.

He then got back down to his knees. Before he could suck me in, I lifted my
legs again. I wanted to go back to my original plan. I wanted to jack off
while his tongue was licking my hole. I wanted to have the same experience
I had just given him.

He smiled, "You like that, don't you? It's an amazing feeling." He used one
hand to hold one of my legs up and the other to hold my balls out of the
way.

Now that I had a free hand, I grabbed my cock and started jacking. He then
began licking my hole. But this time he pushed his tongue inside. I almost
reacted as I had to him inserting a finger, but I relaxed and let it
happen. Not only was having a tongue inside my ass entirely different than
having a finger in there, it felt fucking awesome. My head spun. How could
I have gone so many years without realizing how good it felt to have a
tongue in my ass? How could a teenage boy, my very own step-son, be the
person to teach me that? Was there more he could teach me?

I stroked as I said, "Yeah, eat my ass. You like shoving your tongue
inside, don't you? You like doing it, knowing your mother could catch us
any time, don't you? You like making me feel better than she ever does,
don't you?" I would later regret revealing that detail to him, but at that
moment my mouth had a mind of its own.

In less than a minute, my balls pulled tight against my body and my cum
spewed out. The first load went all the way up to my neck. The next two
landed on my chest and stomach and the fourth and fifth just dribbled out.

Jeremy didn't skip a beat. As soon as I had cum, he lowered my legs and
started cleaning me off. He carefully licked and swallowed every bit of cum
from my crotch and my stomach. Then he sat next to me on the love seat and
licked my chest and neck clean. Then he squeezed my cock and extracted the
last of my life-giving nectar and swallowed it down.

The fog in my mind was lifting. My lust was fading, but not my affection
for my step-son. I pulled him to my chest and hugged him hard. I smothered
the top of his blond head in kisses. Then, slowly, we both relaxed and
simply held one another.

There have been very few moments in my life when I could say that I felt
fully content. That was one of them. I had just had a mind blowing sexual
experience with new actions I had never contemplated before. And I had
experienced it in the safety of my own home with my step-son, for whom my
affection was growing by the day. Lying there, holding one another while
recovering from our incredibly satisfying orgasms was pure bliss. We were
able to enjoy that blissful contentment for several minutes.

Then we heard a toilet flush upstairs. We both jumped up and scrambled to
get dressed. Beth would be down momentarily. Jeremy was up and out of my
study in a flash. He returned with a wet paper towel and began wiping his
load of jizz from the hardwood floor. I ran by him to the bathroom and
rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. Despite Jeremy's ass tasting of soap, I was
self-conscious about the next kiss my wife would give me. The guilt was
trickling in and I was sure she would pick up on even the slightest sign of
our sexual activity.

By the time Beth came down the stairs, we were both lounging in the living
room. I had the newspaper open, though I wasn't actually reading anything.
Jeremy had his eyes closed, feigning sleep. Beth approached me, gave me a
kiss on the lips and said, "I'll bet my guys are starving. I'll get dinner
started."

Jeremy rolled over and yawned. Stretching his arms, as if he had just been
woken from a nap, he said, "Thanks, Mom. I'm starved. I haven't eaten a
thing all day."

I chuckled and thought, "Aside from a couple loads of cum, that is."

End of Chapter 5