Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 06:12:52 -0700 From: emmett1120@yahoo.com Subject: Andrew, Ian and what I saw part 3 of 5 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is work of fiction involving consensual gay sex between an adult and two underage consenting teen boys, between the two teenage boys, and involves oral and anal sex. The characters are fictional, except for myself. If this sort of material offends you, is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE NOW! This story is copyrighted by The Author. It can ONLY be downloaded for personal enjoyment, NOT for republication or sale and distribution. If you wish to provide feedback, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to contact me, using the story title as the subject line, at emmett1120@yahoo.com Nifty.org continues to thrive only from the generous support of its readers. Please take a moment to contribute at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Stepsons - Chapter 3 The light streamed into the bedroom early that morning, and as usual, it woke me up. I looked at the clock. 6:21 AM. My mind was foggy, not quite awake yet, and I felt that I had the kind of headache caused by sleep-deprivation. Slowly, I began to wake, and realized that it had only been a few hours since Andrew and I had had sex. I wondered if he was still in bed with me. I hadn't felt him leave the bed at all. I looked to my left, and saw his form there, covered by a sheet. I reached out my left hand and touched him. He was on his side, facing away from me. I rested my hand on his bare hip. I moved it up a bit to his waist, then back down to his hip. He was smooth and still naked. I lay there, dropping my other hand to my now growing cock. I wondered if he had morning wood. There was only one way to find out. I rolled to my side, and shifted myself over to him, spooning him. I reached around his bare hip, placing my hand on his boyhood rod. He was stiff, but not hard. I started to just touch it, running my fingers up his stiffening shaft, and then back down to his balls. He was getting harder. I now took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it gently. Andrew moaned softly, and rolled back into me. I could tell he was not fully awake, but he was awake enough to know what I was doing. As I continued to stroke his cock, he fell asleep, resting against me. I didn't take long, but I soon felt his cock pulse as he shot another boy load. I continued to stroke his cock, getting his cum on my hand. After he'd finished his load, I moved my hand up to his belly and wiped my fingers in his cum. Andrew didn't wake up as I moved from him and lay on my back, now taking my own fully erect cock in my cum laced hand. I wanted to get off, and wished he was awake to do it. I started while in the bed, and with my free hand reached over to him and rested it on his naked smooth body. It didn't take long for me to shoot, and I could tell it wasn't a big load. But the climax was good. I lay there, and soon fell to sleep. I didn't sleep too long, waking up to more light in our bedroom. I looked at the clock, and only about 45 minutes has passed. I slowly crawled out of bed, and into our bathroom to take a shower. The warm water felt good, and I found myself playing with my limp dick, wanting to get off again. But I didn't. I washed my hair, rinsed, got out and dried, and walked back into our room, seeing Andrew still in our bed on his left side, fast asleep. I pulled on a pair of shorts, but no underwear. I still felt horned up and wanted to be ready in case Andrew came on to me again. I exited the bedroom, thinking that as soon as he woke I'd need to pull the bedding off and wash it. I went into the kitchen, fired up the coffee maker and made myself a cup of coffee. I went out front and grabbed the newspaper, came back and plopped on the den couch to read. For the next hour or so I kept getting up to do things, and walk down the hall to see if Andrew was still in bed. As I returned from one such trip into the kitchen, I started to make breakfast. Soon I heard the door to the boy's bathroom close and the shower fire up, followed by a toilet flush. Andrew was up. I quickly went to the bedroom and ripped off the sweat and cum stained sheets to wash them. I passed the closed bathroom door and stopped, wondering if I should go in. I hesitated, and moved on to the garage, where I started up the washing machine and tossed in the sheets. I went back into the house - the shower was still going. I continued to make my breakfast - he was still in the shower. I looked at the clock - 10 minutes had passed. Usually Andrew took 10 minute showers. I started to eat my breakfast and then the phone rang - it was my wife. She started to talk about the night before, the event, the dinner with the people she worked with, how late she got to bed, and asked how things were there. I told her Ian was at Jessie's and Andrew was just awake. We talked for a while and then I heard the shower stop. I became distracted because I checked the time - he'd been in there 20 minutes. My wife said something to the effect "did you hear what I said?", and I told her that Andrew had distracted me, which was true. She continued on as I heard the door to the boy's bathroom open and then the door to Andrew's room close. Again, I didn't fully pay attention. As we started to finish the call, the door to Andrew's room opened and in a second or two he walked into the kitchen. He was in the same pair of red basketball shorts he'd been in the night before. He looked at me and I mouthed the word "mom", pointing to the phone. He nodded and went to the fridge. I stared at his broad back and the top of his but crack that was showing. I wanted to go to him and pull the shorts down and fuck him then and there, just as his mom said "give the boys my love". I spoke that to Andrew and he turned and acknowledged it. Finally, she said goodbye and hung up. I put the phone on the counter and looked at Andrew. He smiled at me and said "why didn't you come into the shower with me? I took a long one thinking you would." I shrugged my shoulders, looked at him, and felt my dick stiffen a bit. "Well", I timidly started, "I did think about it but," I paused. "I just thought if I did you'd think I was some horny old pervert who wanted to do nothing more than fuck his 16 year old stepson." I couldn't believe I just said that. But Andrew replied, "I ALREADY think you're a horny old pervert who wants to fuck his 16 year old stepson, and I WANT you to fuck me." He said this rather matter-of-factly, not intending it to mean fucking him then and there. We both giggled self-consciously. I looked down at my feet, not knowing what to say next. "So," Andrew started, "uh, why not now? Why not here on the kitchen counter?", and he patted the counter with his palm. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, and started to slip his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, as if he was getting ready to pull them down. I smirked at him, and then sheepishly said "I dunno - your brother could be home any time now, and I wouldn't want him to catch us. Especially since he probably thinks he's in deep shit for me catching you guys yesterday." Andrew grunted an agreement. There was a long silence as I picked up my coffee and took another sip. Andrew then said "well, see these shorts I'm wearing?" He pointed to the red basketball shorts he had on. "These are my 'sex shorts'. I wear these when I want Ian to know I want to have sex. So, when I have these on, it means I want to have sex with you." "Ok," I started. "But, if THOSE shorts are your signal to Ian to have sex, and you wear them around me to signal ME you want to have sex, then won't Ian think he was getting it?" Andrew stood still, staring blankly. He started to nod his head. "You're right. Didn't think about that." He paused in contemplation. "So, is there a pair of shorts that you like that I could use as a signal to YOU for sex?" I thought for a second. "Let's go in your room and find a pair." Andrew smiled and agreed. I picked up my coffee and followed him down the hallway to his room, looking at his fine teen boi bubble butt as he walked ahead of me. We reached his room, and I commented how messy it was. He giggled, and commented that I always say that. He opened one of his dresser drawers and started to see what was there. It was obvious that he had no sense of order or organization for his clothes. He had underwear, socks, t-shirts, shorts messed in a single drawer, but I didn't see anything I liked. We moved to the next drawer. Again, nothing. I found myself close to him, my hip rubbing his right butt cheek. I felt my dick stiffen as I rubbed him, and thought I'd yank his shorts down and fuck him there. Then I saw them - the pair of shorts I liked. They were a pair of board shorts that he'd wear occasionally. A pale yellow and pale blue combination, with no liner, meant to be worn with briefs or boxer briefs. But Andrew always wore them without anything. "Those", I said, pointing to the shorts. "I like it when you wear those." He straightened up, taking the shorts in his hand. "OK," he nodded. "These will be my 'sex signal' shorts for you." He started to close the drawers, which was difficult with all his clothing just jammed in there. "What else would you like me to wear? Like, do you like me in briefs, boxer briefs or boxers? Or anything 'special'?" I thought for a second or two, trying to remember things he'd worn that I noticed and felt were sexy. Other than the red basketball shorts and the board shorts, there wasn't much else. I looked down in his drawers, and saw another pair of board shorts that he would wear that I liked, so I pointed at them. "But," he started, "what about like underwear or something?" I shrugged my shoulders, and said "you don't really ever wear underwear anyway, do you?" He giggled self-consciously. "No," he admitted. "I hardly ever do - especially with shorts." He looked down at the stuffed dresser drawers. "So," he looked up at me, "nothing?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Not really" I replied. "Too bad you don't have a pair of farmer's overalls. I think those are sexy on a guy, especially if he doesn't have anything on underneath." Andrew looked perplexed. "What," he stammered, "are farmer's overalls?" I looked at him in shock - he didn't know? "You, uh, never saw or heard of them?" He shook his head. "Ever see babies in the Oshkosh things?" I described to him the Oshkosh overalls that infants and toddlers wore. He then nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Yeah. They make those for older than kids?" I told him that farmers used to wear them all the time. I admitted I didn't know if they still did or not. "I think", I added, "that girls wear them mostly. But on a guy I think they're hot. ESPECIALLY if they are not wearing a shirt or underwear underneath. Their arms are bare, their sides, and possibly their waist and hips. But the thought of reaching INTO them and playing with a guy is what is sexy to me." Andrew smiled at me. "Well, then. I better get a pair!" We giggled. I told him I'd leave the room so he could change into the board shorts, and he laughed, wondering why I felt the need to leave. So, I stayed, and watched as he yanked down the red basketball shorts, past his semi-rigid young manhood, and to the floor. He then stepped into the board shorts and pulled them up, affixing the Velcro fly, but not tying them. They naturally slipped down to his hips. Damn, he looked good. I told him that too. He smiled. I felt my dick tingle and stiffen up a little. I wanted him again. I reached over and started to pat his slight bulge, hoping to do some more, but then I heard the front door open, and we both whispered "Ian's home." I quickly moved my hand, and to cover myself, told him to get his room picked up as I walked out. I looked down the hallway as Ian walked by. He looked like crap - his eyes were 1/2-closed, his hair all disheveled. I asked if he was OK, and he quickly and quietly said he'd not slept very much at Jessie's. "You up to doing the housework your mom wants you to do? It has to be done by the time she gets home at 4 PM." He mumbled that he was tired, but he'd get on it. I could tell that, more than anything, he wanted to avoid me. It was obvious he still was thinking he was in deep shit with me and his mom. I slowly followed him down the hall to his room, where he plopped on his bed, and started to pick up one of the game controllers for his GameCube. "Uh, dude," I started. He looked up at me and asking in an annoyed tone, "WHAT?" I shrugged my shoulders and said "remember, you only have a few hours to get on the housework mom wants done." I left his room and wandered down the hall and into the kitchen, where Andrew was making himself a late breakfast. I leaned in and whispered to Andrew "I think he thinks he's in deep shit and is trying to avoid me." Andrew was chewing, so he just mumbled in agreement. "Maybe", I started, "I should take off for a bit, go 'shopping' for a couple of hours and let you guys talk." Again, Andrew agreed by mumbling with a full mouth. I went back into the bedroom, changed into more appropriate street clothing, and decided to make an obvious show that I was leaving, hopefully allowing Ian and Andrew to talk. I went down to Ian's room, where he was still sitting on his bed playing on his GameCube. "I'm taking off for a couple of hours to shop and stuff. Keep on the housework, OK?" He nodded, and then grumbled "I will." I walked back out through the kitchen, commented to Andrew that Ian was "all his", grabbed my keys, and went into the garage. I opened the garage door, hopped into my Jeep, and headed out. My first stop was the park where I liked to walk. It was late Sunday morning on a warm day, so the park was full of people doing company or family picnics. The lake was rimmed with fisherman trying to hook a nice bass. I did my circuit around the lake, and got back to my car, sweating from the exertion. Only 45 minutes had passed, so I decided to head to Home Depot and waste some time there. I ended up getting a plant and a couple of things for the house. It was now almost an hour-and-a-half, so I decided to head on home. As I got into my Jeep, I wondered what would be waiting for me there. I pulled into the driveway, pressed the garage door opener and drove in. Both bikes were there and no other bikes out front, so both boys were home and no friends were there. I walked into the house and down the hallway into the family room. Andrew was sitting on the couch, watching a baseball game. I continued to the bedrooms, intending to check on how Ian was doing. I looked into his room, and found him asleep. So, I walked back out to Andrew. "So," I started. "Looks like Ian couldn't stay awake." I paused, and sat next to Andrew. After a moment of silence I asked "Did you guys, uh, talk?" Andrew didn't even look at me as he started to talk. "Yeah," he said, paying more attention to the announcers about the game than to me. "By the time you left the driveway he came into the kitchen and asked if you'd said anything to mom. So, I told him that you hadn't said anything yet, and that you weren't going to. He was like totally shocked." There was a pause as Andrew watched a nice hit from the Angels' batter. "Then," he started, "I told him how you were into gay sex but not gay, how you liked teen gay sex and teen gay incest, and that you were OK with us foolin' around." This last word was drowned out by the sounds from the game - it was an RBI. Andrew resumed "he went back into his room and as far as I know, went back to his housework." I mentioned again that Ian was asleep. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Andrew stayed on the couch watching the game. I went into our bedroom and watched TV, and Ian slept. My wife called a bit before 4 PM to tell me that her flight was on time and she'd be home by dinner. She inquired about Ian and his housework, and I told her that he'd not slept much at Jessie's, and was asleep. She grew upset at this, and asked me to wake him up so he could get the work done. We agreed on dinner plans, and I hung up the phone. I headed into Ian's room and worked on waking him up. It took a while, but he woke up. I told him he had to do the housework that his mom told him to do, and that she would be home soon. He seemed rested, and, actually, relaxed. He smiled at me. He went to get the vacuum cleaner and furniture polish, and I left the room, and went back into our bedroom to watch TV. I ended up lying down, tempted to play with myself and rub one out, but held out from doing that. About 5:30 or so I got up and headed into the kitchen to start dinner. Ian had finished the vacuuming and dusting, and even had cleaned the kitchen. I was relieved, since I figured my wife would be there soon. The shuttle pulled up at about 6 PM and she got out. She was tired, and after dinner she unpacked and went to bed. The next few weeks were like nothing had happened. Occasionally I'd see Andrew in the "signal" board shorts I liked, but I knew he was teasing, since his mom was usually home. The only different thing was that Ian was now exceptionally nice to me. He talked to me more, and even started to touch my on the shoulder sometimes. The weekend following my wife's trip was the boy's weekend with their dad, so while they were gone, my wife and I made up for lost time. For some reason, my sex drive was stronger than before - something my wife commented on. She liked it, and I thought to myself she had her 16 year old son to thank for it. That weekend we had sex a few times, one time in the kitchen. It was more energetic that it had been since before we were married. My wife did enjoy it, but when she gave me head one of the times I realized her son did it better. As the time for her next trip approached, Ian became somewhat affectionate. At first it was the touches on the shoulder, but the week before my wife left, he would sometimes stand close to me, rubbing his shoulder against my arm (he was only about 5' 4"). Then, in the days before she left, he started to touch me on the shoulder at various times, or sit next to me on the couch with our legs rubbing. Two days before she left, though, was a shocker, when as I was washing the dishes after dinner, he came to the sink to put his plate in, touched me on the shoulder, and then slipped his hand down to my butt, and squeezed. I looked at him and saw a gentle but impish smile cross his face. He turned and left the sink, and I stood there, perplexed at what had happened. I thought about asking Andrew, and was intending on doing that, but for the rest of the evening, there was no time when Andrew was alone. But then, the next night - the night before my wife left for the weekend trip - things got REALLY interesting with Ian. I was again at the sink, washing the dinner dishes, and Ian again came up to me to place his plate by the sink. But this time he not only touched my shoulder, but with his other hand, he cupped my package. I leapt a little, then looked at him. Again he had an impish grin, a bit crooked, and his eyes flashed. I didn't know what would happen now. I was all of a sudden feeling QUITE aroused, but I knew my wife was preoccupied with packing for the trade show, so sex with her might be out of the question that night. The rest of the evening Ian stayed in his room, coming out only occasionally. I headed to bed at my usual time, since I had to get up early for work. My wife's shuttle was going to be there shortly after I left, so she went to bed early as well. But I could NOT sleep! The tingle that I felt in my balls from Ian's touching me really was keeping me awake. I must've gotten to sleep well after midnight. I woke the next morning tired, but having to get up for both work and getting my wife out the door. I headed off to work, tired from the lack of sleep and preoccupied with thinking of what Ian had done the night before. The day seemed to drag too, because I wasn't too busy. I was glad when I finally could head home. It was a Thursday night - Andrew's night to fix dinner. As I drove home I wondered what it would be like there: what would they be wearing - if ANYTHING at all? Had they had sex while they were home alone? As I pulled into the driveway and opened up the garage door, I really had no clue as to what to expect. So, as I opened the door into the house, and shut the garage door, calling out to the boys, Andrew responded, and I could tell he was in the family room. I walked in there to see him seated on the couch, a game controller in his hand, wearing the red basketball shorts that were the "signal" shorts for Ian. I asked about Ian, thinking he might be in his room. Andrew replied that Ian had gone to Jesse's earlier in the afternoon. I stood there, looking at the game graphics on the TV, then back to Andrew. "Probably to have some fun, eh?" I asked, trying to make it sound as suggestive as possible. "Maybe," Andrew replied. There was a pause while he jostled the game controller. "He and I had sex a couple of times today while you were gone, so he might just be hangin' out over there." The thought of the two of them having had sex "a couple of times" interested me. "Just a couple?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Andrew didn't stop his concentration on the game, and answered, slowly, "yeah.....he woke me up with a bj and then I fucked him in the shower before he went to", a pause while he killed off a game character, "Jesse's." I took a deep breath, and headed off to my bedroom to change from work clothes into shorts. I was tempted to strip off and ONLY wear shorts, but I decided not to. I returned to the kitchen, and called out to Andrew if he was hungry for dinner. "Yeah," he replied. "And Ian said he'd have dinner at Jesse's. I think he was thinkin' that we'd like to have a little fun before he came home later." I paused as I took out a pan to make dinner. "Uh, did you tell him about us having, uh, 'fun' a few weeks ago?" I was concerned. Andrew replied that he had not told Ian about us, but he said Ian mentioned that Andrew and I should hook up. After a bit of silence, I asked Andrew a question. "So, uh, do you, uh, well...." I felt my heart pump and my body start to tremble. "Do you want....to have....fun?" I asked timidly. "I mean, you're not in 'my' signal shorts." I meant this to be funny. Andrew paused the game, tossed the controller to his side, and jogged out of the family room. In just a few seconds he returned, wearing the board shorts that were the "signal" shorts for him and me. I smiled. "Nice," I said. Andrew cocked his head toward the bedrooms. "C'mon", he said. He left the kitchen, and I followed him. By the time I turned the corner to my bedroom, the board shorts were at his ankles, his toned, naked and smooth body facing me. He was already hard, and it looked good. I stepped towards him, looking at his flat smooth chest and flat belly, and noticed that he'd trimmed and shaved his pubes - he was totally smooth. I reached out and touched him, touching his smooth balls and the flat belly. He reached out to me and began to tug at my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my up stretched arms, tossing it on the floor. He then undid the button of my shorts, pulling the zipper down, then slowly he pulled my cargo shorts over my hips, allowing them to fall to the floor. I was fully erect by now, and he touched the bulge in my shorts, squeezing it gently and outlining the fullness of my cock head with his finger tips. He moved in a bit closer and started to lace his fingers in the waistband of my shorts. As he did this I took his full boyhood in my hands, massaging his cock with my right hand, and tickling his smooth boy balls with my left. By now, he'd moved the waistband of my underwear over my hard cock, and started to pull my underwear down, past my hips and then my knees. Soon, they were at my ankles. I stepped out of the pile of shorts and underwear at my feet. As I did, Andrew moved his hands to my hard cock, tickling it and touching the precum oozing from the slit at the head. Then he got down to his knees, keeping my cock in his hands, and then began to gently lick the precum off the tip of my dick. I started to run my fingers through his moppy hair, and rub his face gently and his shoulder. Soon, I felt him take me into his mouth, and start to vigorously suck me. I felt the wonderful sensation of a good cock sucking as I looked down at this wonderful teen boy. I was all horned up from the previous night when Ian cupped me, so it didn't take long to feel the urge to release, and as I shot my load in Andrew's mouth, he stayed on me, swallowing it as I shot it. God, it was so perfect! Here I was, first night with my wife out of town, and my hot 16 year old stepson had just given me head! He pulled off of me, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said that he was hungry. I joked that I just fed him, and he laughed. But he then repeated he was really hungry, and said he should start dinner as it was his night to make dinner. He got up, slipped on the board shorts as I got dressed myself. We returned to the kitchen where Andrew started up pasta. Rather than eat at the table, we ate in the family room while watching an Angels game. Ian came in just as we finished up dinner. Since Andrew fixed dinner, I had the job of doing the dishes, and I did so fully expecting Ian to hit on me or touch me or maybe even grope me. I wasn't disappointed. As I stood at the sink, and Andrew remained on the family room couch facing away from the kitchen, Ian walked up next to me at the sink. As he did his shoulder touched my arm. I felt the electricity again, this time now knowing what to expect. I wasn't disappointed, though, as Ian reached down, and not only cupped my balls, but started to squeeze my semi-erect dick. "Nice," he whispered. He continued to squeeze, making me get more erect as he did. All of a sudden Andrew yelled from the couch - the Angels had just taken the lead on a 3-run homer! Ian dropped his hand and jogged to the couch to see the replay. I just stood there at the sink, my cock almost fully erect from Ian's touching. I finished the dishes while Ian plopped himself next to Andrew on the couch. I went behind them, wondering if they'd get to touching or being affectionate with me standing there. They didn't. Soon, I joined them on one of the easy chairs, and we watched the rest of the game, with no sexual contact or conversation. After the game, Andrew asked if he could play some games, and I agreed. Ian stayed with him. I then excused myself and headed off to bed. I asked the boys to keep the volume low as I left the kitchen. I walked into my bedroom, stripped to my underwear (slightly damp from precum when Ian touched me, and caked with cum residue from when Andrew blew me). I stayed in the shorts, laid on top of the bed since it was warm, and watched the 10 PM news on channel 5. Finally about 11 PM I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep. It was tough to sleep, knowing that the boys were in the family room and, for all I knew, having fun. Around midnight, just as I started to drift off, I heard the boys go into their own rooms and the bathroom, highlighted with sounds of toilets flushing. I drifted off again. But then, I had a dream - a dream about me being in some sex hotel where you could fuck whenever and whoever you wanted. My wife was there, but then she changed into one of my old girlfriends, and then Ian. I started to wake from the dream, and could hear Ian, moaning, saying "fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK ME!!!' As I woke more I realized that the boys were having sex, and Ian was getting fucked by Andrew. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - about 1:30 AM. This was different from that time I first caught them: they seemed to be louder on purpose, or maybe just knowing they had the total freedom since I was home, their mom was gone, and I was OK with them having sex. I laid there in bed, putting my hand into my underwear to start to play with myself. I felt half-tempted to go in there, but decided not to. As I listened to the sounds of boys fucking I pulled my shorts down and started to jack off. Before I got TOO much farther I went to the dresser and pulled out a washcloth to help clean myself up. I returned to the bed, listening to the boy sex and continued to stroke my fully erect cock, wishing they'd come in to MY room and "catch" me. The sound continued and then just as I climaxed, I heard Andrew yell in pleasure, obviously he was cumming at the same time as I was. As the boys quieted down, I cleaned up, and then listened to any more sounds. Soon I could hear Ian moaning softly again, and say in a fully audible voice "suck me bro, suck me." I figured now he was getting Andrew's expert oral ministrations. Ian got noisier, and then I could hear him yell from the pleasure of releasing his boy juice in his brother's eager, wet mouth. I lay there, waiting for the sounds to continue, but they died down, and soon I fell asleep.