Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 19:18:02 -0700
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Andrew, Ian, and what I saw part 2 of 5

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Stepsons - Chapter 2

	As the afternoon went on, we returned to the couch to watch some
TV, and found ourselves hooked on a baseball game.  But now Andrew didn't
just sit on the other end of the couch.  He sat on the other end, but put
his feet up on my lap.  I liked it - it felt comfortable.  About 4 PM or
so, he offered to get me a beer.  I thanked him as he returned from the
fridge, holding out for me a cold brew.  He sat back down again, but this
time closer to me, and again put his feet up on my legs.  I let my hand
relax down on his knee.  About the 7th inning the phone rang, and Andrew
sprang up to get it.
	"Hi, mom!" he said.  There was some things said from the other
side, and Andrew chatted with his mom about the things at her work and
stuff.  Soon, he handed the handset to me, and I chatted with my wife about
how she was doing, how tired she was, how long the flight was, the quick
layover in Phoenix, and more.  She asked where Ian was, and I told her at
Jesse's.  She didn't sound pleased at that, but told me he had to do
housework tomorrow - no Jesse's.  After a couple of more things, she hung
up.  The sun was setting, so I got off the couch and walked out to the
patio with my beer and to fire up the grill.  I asked Andrew to call over
to Jesse's and tell Ian to come home.  Andrew did as I asked, but when he
was talking to Ian he put his hand to the speaker of the handset and told
me Ian asked if he could stay overnight.  I agreed, but told him to tell
Ian that his mom wanted him to work on housework tomorrow, so Ian had to be
home by 10 AM.  Andrew did a few more "uh-huhs" on the phone, and hung up.
	"Ian said he'll be home after he wakes up tomorrow."  Andrew put
the handset down and came out to the patio.
       "You mean," I started, "after he has fun with Jesse, like a morning
blowjob?"  I couldn't believe I said that, but Andrew just said "probably."
       He continued.  "The sister's there tonight, but the mom and dad
aren't there, so you know he's going to do something with Jesse."
       I looked at Andrew.  "I really shouldn't have said that."
       He shrugged, "it's OK.  I mean, you're probably right."  I cleaned
up the grill grates with the brush, and then I went into the house and
grabbed a couple of hamburger patties.
       "Burgers OK?" I asked him. He said that was fine.  I went back to
the patio and dropped the burgers on the grill, and noticed that Andrew was
somewhat close to me.  I had to excuse myself around him a couple of times.
After I slapped the cheese on and toasted the buns, we crashed back down on
the couch to watch the game.  After dinner I went and washed the dishes,
then excused myself again and went into the garage to get the last load of
laundry.  I took the basket into the master bedroom, switched on the game
in there, and started to fold the laundry.  Andrew soon came in and sat on
the bed, eventually laying back to watch the game.  I was done with the
laundry in a matter of minutes and suggested we go back out and maybe watch
a movie in the family room.  Andrew agreed with that and I turned off the
TV in the bedroom and headed back out to the family room.
	We both plopped onto the couch and I grabbed the remote.  We went
for On Demand movies and found one that we wanted to watch.  I went to shut
off the lights and switch on the stereo, and came back to the couch.  I put
my legs up on the coffee table, and Andrew picked up his legs and plopped
them across mine.  Again, it felt comfortable and at the same time a bit
exciting.  He was still in the same red nylon basketball shorts he'd been
in all day, and I knew that was all he was wearing.  As we watched the
movie, I allowed my hand to rest on his thigh or his knee, feeling the
smoothness and firmness under my hand.  The movie ended just around 11 PM,
and I reached for the remote, which made Andrew pick up his legs.  I needed
to pee, so I told him to find something on TV.  By the time I came back
he'd found something on one of the cable channels.  I sat back down, and he
returned his legs to across my thighs.  I didn't last that much longer.  By
the time he turned on "Saturday Night Live", I was tired.  I realized I'd
been awake since I had caught Ian and him having sex, so I was surprised I
lasted THAT long.  I patted his legs, and got up, saying goodnight to him.
I went around and locked the doors and turned off lights, and said
goodnight to him.  I went to my bedroom and pulled off my shirt and shorts,
and wearing just my briefs, crawled into bed.  I laid there for a while,
exhausted but thinking of what I had seen earlier that day.  I reached down
to my limp dick, thinking of jerking off, but decided I was too tired to do
it.  I drifted in and out until about 12:30 or so, when I heard Andrew walk
by to his room.  I heard the ruffle of the bedding in his room - he didn't
close his door - and then I drifted off to sleep.
	I really don't know what time it was, but I felt someone crawl into
bed.  In my barely awake state I thought it was my wife, totally forgetting
she was out of town.  So, like I did when she'd come to bed after me, I
reached over to touch her. But the bare leg I felt was not hers.  It was
toned and smooth.  I moved my hand up the leg to the bare hip, and felt it
was toned and smooth.  I was waking up slowly, realizing that it wasn't my
wife in the bed with me.  Just as that realization hit me, Andrew's voice
said "John, it's me."  He was calm, and his voice was a whisper, even
though we were totally alone in the house.
	"Wha...wha...what are you doing here" I groggily asked.
       Andrew quietly replied "You said that if you could do it with a
younger guy and get away with it that you would.  Well," he paused and
lowered his voice, "I'm here to be that guy you do it with."  He pulled
closer to me, and almost in an excited voice said "mom's gone, Ian's out.
This is our chance.  I'm willing to do what-EVER you want to do."  I laid
there, almost in disbelief, wondering if it was a dream.  I reached over to
him again, feeling that smoothness of his naked hip.  I relaxed my hand
down to the bed, and as I did I gently brushed his fully erect cock, which
was resting on the bed.  I then moved my hand back to his cock, and started
to touch it, outlining it with my fingertips.  It was hard, and I could
tell it was long.  I moved my fingers to his cock head, and felt the
sponginess of his mushroom top.  I moved my fingers back to his cock shaft
and started to squeeze gently.  Andrew moaned softly and said "mmmmm...that
feels nice."  He rolled from his side to his back, and as he did I released
his cock.  He then reached down to me and found the fully erect bulge in my
briefs.  He outlined it with his fingers, and then he sat up, reaching over
and turning on the lamp on the nightstand.  He leaned forward towards me,
and carefully he pulled the waistband over the head of my erect cock and
past it, down the shaft.  I arched up my butt as he moved my briefs past my
balls, and then down to my thighs.  I took over from there, pulling them
down my legs past my knees, and then kicked them off.  I lay back down, and
Andrew reached down and started to trace the veins on my cock, touching
them as he moved his fingertips down the shaft.
	"Shit, John.  You're hairy!"  He pulled on my pubes a bit as he
said this.
       "Yeah," I said.  "Have been since I was probably 12 or 13."  He
pulled on them some more, then went back to touching my cock.  I reached
over and started to touch his cock and balls, and noticed that he was
totally smooth, although I could feel stubble.  I touched the stubble and
asked if he was that smooth or did he trim.  He told me that trimmed, but
that Ian was totally smooth.  He lay back down, and I reached over and
continued to stroke his dick.  God, it felt good.  He was firm and hard,
straight, not curved like me, and cut.  His balls were compact, not big
hanging balls, but they were smooth.  I continued to stroke him as he was
stroking me.
	Soon, Andrew stopped stroking me and started to shift himself
around on the bed.  He moved himself so he was positioned with is face over
my cock and his cock facing my face.  He took my cock in his hand, and
started to lick the purple head, licking off my precum that had collected
there.  He continued by licking my shaft, down to my balls, then back up,
then taking just my cock-head in his mouth and swirling his tongue around
it. Soon he took me in his mouth, taking me into him deeper, bobbing up and
down on my cock shaft.  He pulled off me, licked his lips.
	"Does mom suck you like this?"  He smiled.  I giggled.
       "Uh, even if she did, would I tell you?"  But in my mind, the answer
was no, and that he was sucking me far better than Elizabeth ever did and
better than his mom sure did.  I lay back, enjoying his attention to my
cock.  I felt something damp touch my cheek, and turned to feel his cock
hit my nose.  I moved my face a little, and licked the tip of his cock,
licking off his boy precum.  He had a lot too.  Andrew moaned a bit as I
did this, and stopped sucking me long enough to tell me to suck him.
	"I probably won't be as good as Ian, bud." I said.
       He replied "Don't worry; I'll make sure you DO get as good as Ian!"
He went back to sucking my cock as I began to suck his.  I took his
technique and tried it myself, starting by taking his cock head in my mouth
and sucking it a bit. The angle was a bit funky, being that my head was
sideways facing him, and his cock was lying a bit on the pillow.  I was
hoping he'd move and straddle me so his cock would then go in my mouth
easier, and he did move. He swung his leg over my chest, straddling my
chest, with his cock facing me.  I grabbed the headboard as I pulled myself
up the bed a bit, and took his cock in my mouth.  Oh, the feeling of his
nice boy cock in my mouth.  The taste of his precum, his boy sweat (he
hadn't showered since Thursday and it was now early Sunday), and even a
taste of his pee - it was so good.  His cock felt nice and hard on my
tongue, and I took him in and out of my mouth, and alternated licking his
cock shaft and sucking on his cock head.  I moved my hands behind to his
fine bubble butt, squeezing and massaging his butt cheeks as I sucked him.
Andrew then took one of his hands, and taking one of mine, slipped it over
to his asshole.  I started to probe his smooth hole.  It was totally smooth
- no hair around it.  I began to probe his hole with my middle finger, and
felt his cock jump in my mouth as I did.  He moaned softly as I began to
insert the finger into his hole.  I began to push it in farther, while
simultaneously I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked his cock head.
I began to put in my index finger into his hole as he moaned even more.
Soon I slipped in a 3rd finger, and then I started to finger fuck him.
Andrew leaned back, placing his weight on his thighs and my chest, which
drove my fingers deeper into him.
       "SHIT!" Andrew exclaimed as he sat on my hand.  "FUCK that feels so
fuckin' GOOD!"  He was loud!  And I was shocked.  He'd sworn before, but
not like this.  Soon, though, my fingers began to cramp, and I started to
pull them out.  Andrew lifted himself up off my fingers, allowing me to
pull them out.  His cock hit my goatee, and then he sat down again on my
chest.  He quickly got off the bed and ran to his room.  I heard the sound
of a drawer being opened, items looked through, and then shut.  So, he came
back and crawled up on the bed, straddling his legs over my hips.  He
revealed a small tube of something - turned out to be body wash.  He opened
the tube, squirting out a few dollops of lotion on his hand.  He reached
behind him, lubing his asshole.  Then he took my cock in his hands and
wiped the rest of the lotion generously over my shaft and head.  Finally,
he took my cock in his lubed hand, placed my cock head against his hole,
and slowly started to lower himself on my enlarged cock.  I felt the touch
of his hole at the tip of my cock and heard him give a small moan of
pleasure.  He held my cock in his grip as he began to push me in his hole,
and I felt the bit of pain as my cock head passed his sphincter muscle, and
we both gave little low screams. I looked at him as a grimace crossed his
face.
	God, if felt so good!  He was tight, much tighter than his mom's
pussy.  He slowly descended farther down my cock shaft, about half-way
down, and then pulled himself up a bit.  Then he went back down, going
further down my cock.  The sensation was incredible!  He pulled up again,
and then back down, finally getting all of me in him.  I could feel my cock
head hit him inside, and he breathed a short deep breath when that
happened.  Then he leaned forward a bit, placing his hands on my shoulders,
and started to fuck me.  It was slow and very intense.  We both moaned and
said "fuck" under our breaths frequently.  After just a couple of minutes
of him riding me I could feel myself totally getting ready to shoot, and I
let out a groan as I felt my cock pulsate in his ass and deposit my load.
Andrew stayed on me for several seconds, and then pulled off me slowly,
lying next to me.  We were both very sweaty now, and panting.  I had let my
load go, but he hadn't.
	"Now," I whispered.  "Time to get YOU off."
       He giggled and said "well, first, uh, I'm leaking."  Andrew sprang
off the bed and headed into his bathroom.  I saw the light go on and heard
the shower start up.  I got off the bed, looking at my cock and seeing how
red and irritated it was from fucking his tight ass.  I walked into the
bathroom where he was.
       "Uh, why don't we shower in our bathroom? The shower's bigger.  Or,
we could take a jet bath...."  I pointed towards our bathroom which had a
jet-tub.  Andrew, still fully erect, agreed, and turned off the shower.  We
went into the master bath and I started up the water.  When there were only
a couple of inches in the tub, Andrew got in.
	"I was leaking pretty bad.  You must've shot a big load."
       I shrugged my shoulders.  "Dunno," I said.  "I shot a load this
morning. And usually, in the past, when I've shot a load already I don't
shoot much if I do it later in the day."
       "Whatever," he said.  "It was a lot!"
	The water looked inviting, and the tub was big enough.  So, I got
in, motioning for him to move forward so I could get behind him.  He
willingly moved, and I sat behind him, straddling him with my legs.  The
water felt good, but it wasn't high enough yet for us to turn on the jets.
Andrew leaned back into me, relaxing his head on my shoulder.  He was warm.
He placed his hands on mine, resting on the tub edges.  Soon, the water
level was high enough to turn on the jets, and Andrew leaned forward to do
so.  The jets felt good and relaxing.  I offered to help Andrew clean out,
and he giggled.  I slipped my hand into the water, and moved it to his
hole.  I inserted a couple of fingers and spread his hole.  I pushed them
in deep, and then pulled them back out, then inserted another finger.
       "Fuck me again, John," he whispered, "with your fingers."  I started
to do so, and he helped by pushing himself up and down in the tub.  It was
intense again, and I became fully erect.  Then I took the other hand and
moved it around him, grasping his hard boy cock, and began to stroke it.
Andrew was moaning again, and totally riding my hand just as he'd ridden my
cock.  His cock felt so good in my hand, hard, full, and straight.  My
fingers began to get cramped in their odd position, so I pulled them out of
his hole.  I wrapped my free hand around his chest as he settled back into
my body.  But I still was stroking his cock, and he leaned back into me as
I continued my furious jacking.  Then, with a shudder and a moan, he arched
his back, and I could see shooting into the warm bathwater gobs and gobs of
his boy cum.
	"Shit!" I said.  "What a waste!"  He dipped his fingers in the
white liquid.
       "Don't worry," he said, "there'll be other times."
       "Will there?" I asked.  "I mean, we're lucky tonight.  Your mom's
gone, which will happen regularly.  But Ian might not always be out." I
paused.  "How do we have fun when he's here?"  Andrew laid his head back
into my shoulder again, wiping his watery cum between his fingers.
	"What if," he started, "I told Ian that you're OK with him and me
having sex, which is TRUE."  He emphasized the word true.  "And then tell
him the other stuff, too - that you're into gay sex, that you're into gay
teen sex and OK with gay teen incest, like you told me."  He paused. "Then
I'll tell him you jerked off after seeing us, and then I'LL suggest" (he
again emphasized the "I'LL") "...that maybe the next time mom's gone away,
and we're doing it, that we let YOU come in and watch.  Then while we're
doing it, I'll come on to you and start sucking you and maybe he'll be OK
with that, or...shit..." Andrew giggled and then whispered "maybe he'll
even join in."  That idea did intrigue me, but for now, I was happy with
Andrew.  We relaxed in the tub until the water cooled down, and I started
to get sleepy.  We got out, and dried ourselves, and then I commented that
I wanted to go back to bed.  Andrew followed me in, and crawled in next to
me, pressing his naked body against mine.  Soon I could tell he'd fallen
asleep, but I laid there and did some thinking, but fell asleep as well.