Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 06:15:37 -0700
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Andrew, Ian and.... part 4 of 5

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Stepsons - Chapter 4

	I awoke the next morning to my alarm - SHIT! It was Friday.  I had
to go into work.  I was seriously tempted, though, to call in sick, stay
home, and see if the boys did anything sexual during the day.  If, knowing
I was OK with them having sex, they might have sex with me there.  But,
being the dutiful employee that I am, I got into the shower, got dressed,
and headed into the kitchen to make my lunch.  As I passed by Andrew's room
I peeked in.  I could see both Ian and Andrew on his bed, both naked, both
barely covered by the messed up sheet.  I wanted to go into Andrew's room
to see if I could see more, but decided not to.  I prepped my lunch,
grabbed my keys, and headed into work.
	It seemed like it was the day before - my mind was not on my job,
but on the two teenage boys in my house that were lovers - brother lovers!
Incest.  Teen incest.  Gay teen incest.  I kept as busy as I could, avoided
looking at the clock, until the late afternoon rolled up and I could see it
was now close to 5 PM.  It was Friday, and I usually left early on Fridays,
so I popped my head into my bosses office, wished him a good weekend, and
then headed out of the office, into my Jeep and on the way home.  It was a
warm summer afternoon, so I had the AC going, listening to KLOS for the
usual Friday "end of the week" rock music I liked to play.  I pulled up to
our driveway, opened the garage door and drove on in.  Getting out of the
car I noticed the bikes were both there as were the skateboards, so there
was a good chance both boys were home.  Would I catch them fucking?
Sucking maybe?  Or just hanging out?  Would they be naked?  In their "sex
signal" shorts?  I waited to see.  As I passed by my beer 'fridge I grabbed
a bottle and twisted the top off, and took a swig as I walked in.
	I walked into the kitchen, and both boys were on the couch,
watching a baseball game.  I put my lunch bag on the counter, and walked
towards them sitting on the couch.  First thing I noticed was that they
weren't naked.  Andrew had the red basketball shorts on, and Ian had a pair
of swim trunks on.  His hair was damp, so I asked if he'd gone to the pool
at the community center, to which he responded he had.  The boys were
involved in the game they were watching.  I moved to the oversized chair
next to the couch, plopped in, and started to watch the game.  We made some
small talk, and the boys filled me in as to how the game was going, how the
runs were scored, great defensive plays, etc.  When I finished my beer I
got up, went into my room and changed out of my work clothes into shorts.
Felt much better on this warm night.  I returned to the garage to grab
another beer, and went back into the kitchen, and suggested we order pizza
for dinner.  The boys were up for that.  I went to the computer, and went
online to order pizza.  I looked at the boys as the order finished going
through.  It was difficult for me to believe they were lovers: there they
sat, casual, not even sitting close to each other.  Acting like two teen
brothers who were not sexually active.  But I knew better.  Maybe their
horniness was at night only.  However, I knew from Andrew telling me, that
the boys had had sex yesterday while I was at work, so I was confident they
had done something during the day while I was at work.  The rest of the
night was uneventful: we enjoyed the pizza, watched the rest of the Angels'
game, turned on a movie, and I finally went to bed about 11 or so.  I was
slightly buzzed since I had consumed a few beers, so I fell asleep fast.
	I was having a great dream.  I was in a grocery store, working on
bagging groceries, while Ian was the clerk checking out the groceries,
wearing ONLY an apron (like I'd worn in my days as a boxboy at Alpha Beta.)
In the dream he'd whisper to me to fuck him, and then I heard Andrew, the
store manager, yell from across the aisle that he was ready to cum.  I woke
at the sound of Andrew in a full orgasm, and hearing Ian enjoy himself too.
I laid there in bed, again listening to the sounds of my two teen stepsons
having sex.  I pulled out my washcloth (I took it out just before I went to
bed, just in case....) and started to jack off, listening to the moans and
cries of sexual pleasure coming from Andrew's room.  It was even LOUDER
than it had been the night before!  They were REALLY going at it!  It was
pretty much the repeat of the night before: Andrew fucking then sucking off
Ian.  But it lasted longer.  I looked at the clock, and it was only
12:30...they hadn't waited a long time.  But I knew that they knew I'd be
hearing them, so they kept going.  It went on for a while, finally ending
with Andrew fucking Ian a 2nd time.  After a bit it got quiet, and I jacked
off and went back to sleep.  It seemed like I barely was asleep when I woke
up to sun shining in our bedroom window.  It was morning.  I looked at the
clock - 6:30 AM.  I got up, pulled on a pair of cargo shorts over my
briefs, and walked down the hallway to Ian's room.  He wasn't there.  Then
I peeked into Andrew's room, and just like the night before, there they
were, both naked and sleeping, barely covered by the sheet.  I did my usual
Saturday morning stuff: get the coffee going, get the paper, start up a
load or two of laundry, read the paper, check the 'net on my computer.  I
started to get hungry, so I fixed myself a bowl of cereal.  It was then I
heard the bathroom door close and the shower start up.  I went down the
hall and found that Ian was no longer in Andrew's bed, so Ian was in the
shower.  I walked past the bathroom, thinking of peeking in, but didn't.  I
headed back to the kitchen to finish my cereal.  When I was done I plopped
on the couch and turned on the gardening show I liked to watch.
	Ian took a LONG shower - longer than the one Andrew had taken after
we'd had sex.  It was more than 20 minutes.  So, I got up, went to the
bathroom, and knocked on the door to tell him to finish up.  Ian called
out, asking if I could get a towel for him.  Then it struck me: I had taken
all the towels out to wash them.  So, I went into the garage, and got him a
towel from the basket.  I went back and knocked on the door, opening it a
bit so I could toss it on the floor.  But as I did Ian turned off the
water, and asked if I could hand it to him.  That meant I HAD to go in.
This was planned, I thought.  I walked in, and as I did, Ian pulled back
the glass shower door, revealing his naked, toned, smooth, teen boy body.
It was all I could do NOT to stare.  I glanced quickly at him, and saw he
was erect, and totally smooth - no pubes.  Maybe he'd been jacking in the
shower and that's why it took a while.  As I handed him the towel I told
him I still needed to wash it, so I told him to leave it on the floor, and
I turned to leave.  As I walked back down the hall to the family room, the
image of a naked teen boy with a boner played through my head, and it was
all I could do to NOT turn around and go back into the bathroom.  I
returned to my seat on the couch, simultaneously trying to retain that
image, and pay attention to the show.  No sooner had I regained focus on
the show when Ian came walking in, standing at the end of the couch with
the towel loosely wrapped around his hips, low-riding the towel almost to
his pubic area.  He asked what I was watching, and I responded as fatherly
as I could muster.  Then Ian sat down on the coffee table, blocking my
view.  He leaned towards me, and started to talk.
	"Uh, did you hear us last night?" He was so matter-of-fact in this
question that I stammered for a second.
       "Yeah, you mean early this morning?"  He nodded.  "And," I
continued, "the night before too.  You guys were, well, uh, noiser than you
had been that first time I caught you."  Ian shrugged his shoulders.
       "We figured that since you knew and were OK with it, what the fuck?
We might as well enjoy ourselves.  We're that noisy when you and mom are
not at home and we're having sex.  Plus," and he leaned in a bit more, "I
think Andrew wanted you to come in and watch too."  There was a pause as I
took a deep breath.  I wondered if Andrew had told Ian about us having sex
that night Ian was at Jesse's.  "So," Ian continued, "Andrew told me you're
into gay sex but not gay."  I looked at him, surprised at his forwardness,
but not too surprised when I remembered that he'd felt me up a couple of
times.
       "Yeah," I responded.
       "He also told me," Ian continued, "that you're into gay teen sex,
gay teen incest, and into teen guys.  Is that all true?"  I realized that I
wouldn't be able to pay attention to the TV, so I turned it off.
       "Yes," I replied.
       "So," Ian started, "that's why you're OK with Andrew and I fucking
and shit...."  It was said so matter-of-factly that I was surprised -
again.
       "Yyyyyyyyyyyes" I answered slowly.
       Ian now leaned forward even closer, and almost in a whisper asked me
"so, how young do you like your teen boys?"  I thought for a moment.  Do I
tell him the truth that I liked boys 12-13 and up?  Or do I lie?  Ian
qualified his question more "I mean, do you like teen boys like college
age, you know, 18 or 19?  Or do you like high school guys like Andrew?  Or
do you like 'em young, like me and Jesse?"  I fidgeted a bit, and as I did,
Ian dropped a hand on my knee.  I looked at his hand sitting there, and
decided on the truth.
       "Uh, well, ah, I do like guys 12 and up.  Old enough to cum, but
still very, well, uh, smooth."  There was a silence.  I added "but I like
older teen like your brother, or college guys.  I just really like young
and smooth, boyish guys."
       Ian squeezed my knee a bit.  He then asked "so, you like smooth like
this?", and as he said that he undid the towel, revealing himself to me
again, showing his semi-erect dick and totally hairless balls and lower
belly.
       I took a very deep breath and slowly replied "ah, yea-ah....smooth
like" and I gestured at his hairless crotch area "like that" I finished.
Ian looked down as his package as I pointed to it, and I noticed that he
was getting even harder.
       "I bet," he started, "that you'd like to fuck a nice teen boy ass.
Or maybe have some nice teen boy suck your daddy cock."  He started to move
his hand up my thigh as he said this, and under the leg opening of my
shorts.  Soon his hand was pushed up into my shorts, getting close to my
now growing cock.  I cleared my throat, feeling myself start to get
nervous.
       "I, uh, well, uh.....yeah.  But I'd also like to suck some teen boy
cock too."  I couldn't believe I had said that.  But here I was, with a
naked 13 year old boy's hand up the leg of my shorts, touching my balls
now, with he himself hard.  Ian leaned down a bit, so his face now was
level with my chest.
       "I'd rather suck you and have you fuck me, like I was your young
son, more than have you suck my dick."  I really was surprised at how
forward Ian was.  And yet, I wasn't surprised either.  By now, he'd gotten
his hand up my shorts leg as far as the fabric would let him.  As I
slouched there on the couch, Ian removed his hand from my shorts, and then
with both hands opened the fly and unzipped the shorts open.  He then
reached into the open fly and started to feel up my hard cock through the
fabric of my briefs.  It felt so good.  He just touched me lightly, and I
felt it surge to a fullness of size that I'd not had since I'd had sex with
his brother, Andrew.  Ian then started to pull on my cargo shorts, yanking
them down my thighs as I arched up my butt and back.  He pulled them down,
past my knees, and to my ankles.  Lightly, with his fingertips, he again
touched the bulge in my briefs.  He outlined the shape of my boner,
squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.  He then reached up and
started to pull on the waistband of my briefs, so I again arched myself up
so he could pull them down.  As he did, my fully hard cock bounced a
little.  "Nice, daddy" he said, as he pulled my briefs down my thighs, past
my knees and to my ankles.  Then Ian got off the coffee table and onto his
knees, spreading my legs apart.  He shuffled himself in closer, and then,
in a perfectly rehearsed and practiced move, bent down and took my cock in
his mouth.
	OH! The sensation!  It was the same, yet different, than how Andrew
sucked me.  Ian was more passionate about it, eagerly taking me in, and
slurping his tongue over my head, my shaft.  He bobbed up and down
vigorously, taking me all the way in down to my balls.  He was VERY good -
and at this point, I thought better than his brother.  He worked on me for
a few minutes, and I found myself able to edge, to keep it in.  He was
good, but I could tell he wasn't trying to get me to shoot in his mouth.
It became apparent when he pulled himself off me, and then, getting off his
knees, he straddled my legs, moving himself up to my waist.  Taking my cock
in his left hand, he began to position himself over it, and then slowly, I
felt his boy hole touch the tip of my cock head.  Slowly he moved himself
down onto me.  As he did, he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I'm really
open this morning since Andrew fucked me twice last night and I played with
my hole this morning in the shower."  God!  Hearing that made me want to
cum right then!  But I held on as his boy hole slipped over my totally hard
cock, and soon, he worked his way down, letting me penetrate him fully.  We
didn't use lube, but his saliva on my cock head and cock shaft, and his
open hole, meant it was not too bad for either of us.  Now Ian leaned into
me, placing his hands on my neck, kissing me on the cheek, and whispering
for me to fuck him hard.  He started to ride me, occasionally throwing his
head back in obvious pleasure.  This was TOO intense.  He was not as tight
as Andrew, which didn't surprise me, knowing that Andrew fucked Ian, and I
was Andrew's first fuck.  He continued to ride me, with one hand on my
shoulder, and with the other, he reached behind him and tickled my balls.
I felt my dick get even stiffer, which made Ian moan.  He leaned back into
me and whispered that Andrew's dick did the same thing.  "His dick gets
thicker in my ass if I touch his balls, just like yours just did."  He
kissed my cheek again, and dropped his other hand behind him as well.  He
leaned back, and with one hand he continued to tickle my balls and that
sensitive spot between my balls and asshole.  This kid KNEW what he was
doing.  But then with the other hand, he started to insert a finger into
his hole, so that in addition to my cock he had a finger in there.  All the
while he was bobbing up and down on my cock, fucking himself with my cock
and now TWO of his fingers.  Then, he leaned forward and whispered to me
"fuck me, daddy.  Fuck me with your cock and fingers!"  At this, he pulled
himself off me, got up, and then turned himself around, backing himself up
to straddle me again.  He took my hand and took the middle finger, and
inserted it into his hole.  Then, he started to back down on my still
erect, and now wet (and red from irritation) cock.  With a finger in him he
slipped my cock easily back into his hole, like putting on a shoe with a
shoehorn.  I felt the sensation of his hole, wide enough that I inserted a
2nd finger in.  At this he moaned a bit, turned around, and whispered
"more, daddy."  I inserted a 3rd finger, at which he arched his back and
fully came down on my cock and hand.  The odd position of my hand against
his boy butt with my cock in him was uncomfortable, and after a few
seconds, and some hard fucking on Ian's part, I had to remove my fingers.
He leaned back into me, his back against my chest, and turned his face to
kiss me on the cheek, and whisper "I want both your daddy cock and my
brother's cock in my ass at the same time."  He kissed me again, and then
started to do a grinding motion against me, making my cock go deeper in his
boy asshole.  I felt his prostate as I penetrated him deeply, and that
started the sensation that I could not stop.  I started to breathe quicker,
and shudder, as my load shot into his hole.  I felt my dick pulse against
his hole, which he squeezed tight around my cock shaft.  Even he gave out a
yelp as I shot my load, which startled me.  What if Andrew heard,
recognized the sound, and came in to check!!!  I cautioned Ian to stay
quiet, and he whispered he was sorry, but he said that I fucked him good
and he loved it.  He then repeated that he wanted me and Andrew to fuck him
simultaneously, hopefully that day.  He now rested his head on my shoulder,
still sitting on my cock, which was still stiff inside his teen boy butt.
"I hope," he said quietly, "that Andrew wakes up soon.  I want him to fuck
me now."
       I shook my head and asked "how many times a day do you guys fuck
when your mom and I are not home?"  He giggled.
       "As much as we can.  The most times we've fucked is 5, but that
doesn't include giving head or jacking."  God!  These boys were sex
maniacs!  And here I was, a horned up middle-aged dad that liked teen guys.
All I could think of was I couldn't shoot 5 loads in a day!
	We sat there for a couple of minutes, with my now limping-down cock
still in Ian's ass.  Finally, he pulled off me, and stood up, and
stretched.  God!  He looked good!  He was still boned up too, so I took my
hand and started to touch it.  He dropped his arms to his side, smiled at
me and said "does daddy want to suck his teenage boy's cock?"  I looked at
Ian, and gave him a mischievous smile.  I leaned forward, and started to
lick the precum off his nice purple head.  At this, Ian placed his hands in
my hair and started to run his fingers through my messed up locks.  I
started to tickle his balls with my fingers, and slowly took his boyhood
into my mouth, eagerly sucking his nearly 6" long boy meat.  Ian then
started to thrust his pelvis towards me, pushing his boyhood into my eager
mouth.  God!  I loved sucking Andrew's teen boy cock, and now I was sucking
a young teen boy's cock!  I was pretty sure Ian could shoot, and I wanted
to take it, so I continued to suck him, occasionally pulling off to lick
his totally smooth balls, or his nice, boy shaft.  I then would return and
let him fuck my mouth, thrusting his boy cock deep in.  I hoped he'd cum
soon, because I wanted his juice in my mouth.  Then, after a few minutes of
alternating between sucking and licking and tickling, I felt it - the
shudder as Ian released his boy liquid!  It went into my throat, tasting
sweet and a bit salty.  As he climaxed, Ian let out a yell of pleasure.  I
pulled off of him, my breathing rapid, and my lips laced with is boy juice.
He leaned down and basically gave me a wet kiss, licking his cum off my
lips.  As he pushed himself away, I could not help but stare at this
smooth, nicely slender and toned body.  Ian smiled at me.  "You like
lookin', huh?"  I nodded.  He started to walk away, and I reminded him of
the towel he'd left.
	"Actually," he started, "I think I need another shower."  He picked
up the towel and looked at me.  "Care to join me?" he asked, smiling with a
devilishly suggestive smile.  I was sweaty from the sex, so I nodded my
head in agreement.  Ian held out his hand, which I took.  He helped me get
up from the couch, and I bent down to pick up my underwear and shorts.
Still holding my hand, Ian led me down the hallway to the boy's bathroom,
and then closed the door as we went in.  I started the shower up, and felt
Ian pressing himself against me as the water warmed up.  He started to feel
up my butt, and with his other hand, reached around to my somewhat limp
cock.  It was raw from fucking him, and I told him that.  He just gently
tickled it until we felt the water temperature was what we wanted.  I
stepped in first, followed by Ian, and then I closed the shower curtain.
It was one of those bath/shower types of showers, giving us room.  Ian
faced me and started to run his hands all over me.  Not really knowing what
to do I just stood there. Ian took my hands, placed one on his cock, which
was still semi-erect.  He took the other and placed it on his hip.
       "I wish you'd fuck me again," he said.  "Andrew fucks me in the
shower a lot."  I looked at my still red cock shaft, which he was gently
touching.
       "I think I might take a break for a while."  He smiled.  He then
turned around, with his butt towards me.  "No, Ian," I started.  "I'm too
sore."  He giggled, and then bent over, placing his hands on the shower
wall.
       "I want you to clean me out.  I have your cum in there."  I took one
hand, and placed it on one of his ass cheeks, spreading it so I could see
his whole.  He was totally smooth down there, and I could see he was also
somewhat open.  Obviously, being fucked by Andrew for over a year and then
just fucked in the last hour by me kept his hole nice and open.  I slipped
in a couple of fingers, opening him up some more, letting the water in, and
then I just pulled them out to "clean" him out.  I didn't know if it was
working, but I knew it was driving him nuts.  He took one hand off the
wall, and moved it to his cock, which he now eagerly started to stroke.  He
then started to push himself against my fingers, obviously wanting me to
finger fuck him.  I felt obliged.  I inserted a 3rd finger in, and
vigorously started to fuck his boy hole with my fingers.  He continued to
stroke his cock, quite rapidly and aggressively, and then I could feel his
hole tighten around my fingers.  I looked down and saw a stream of white
creamy liquid shoot out, although since he'd only shot in my mouth barely
30 minutes ago, his stream was very small.  But he obviously enjoyed it.
We spent the rest of the shower time just getting cleaned up, and then
turned off the water and stepped out.  Ian took his towel, handed it to me,
and asked that I dry him.  I took my time doing so, working his shoulders,
his arms, his back, his chest, down to his butt, then his belly, cock and
balls. Then I got on my knees and dried off his thighs and lower legs.  His
still semi stiff cock poked my face a bit, so I gave it a quick kiss and
then a lick.  He moaned softly as I did, asking if I wanted to suck him
again.  I just smiled. He pointed it at my smile, and I opened my mouth and
took him in, sucking him briefly, then licking his cock shaft again, then I
stopped.  I decided to just tease him a bit.  Ian then grabbed a towel, and
told me it was my turn.  He very sensually dried off my hairy chest, then
my shoulders and arms.  He told me to turn around as he dried off my back,
down to my butt.  I felt his hand force the towel into my butt crack, and
then between my legs from behind.  I spread my legs slightly to allow him
access.  He then finished off my legs, telling me to turn around so he
could dry my front.  I did what he said, turning to face him.  My cock was
still a bit stiff and red, so he dried me gently, then licked my shaft a
bit.  He then got himself up, handing me the towel.  "Let's go wake up
Andrew," he suggested, throwing his towel on the shower rod, and taking
mine to do the same.  I reached down for my shorts and underwear, but Ian
said "Leave them here."  He took me by the hand again, and led me down the
hallway to Andrew's room.