Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 09:04:36 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 10

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 10

Beth and Jeremy walked into the house, followed by three teenagers. Two of
them were girls I recognized. Jeremy had had them over to the house several
times before. The third was a guy whom I had never seen before.

As soon as the young man saw Ryan, he said, "Coach Malone?"

Ryan looked at him and said, "Hector? Hector Alvarez?"

They greeted each other with a handshake, then my brother pulled the young
man into a bro hug. As he backed away and released Hector's hand, he said,
"How is life after high school treating you? Are you going to college, or
do you have other plans?"

They talked for a few minutes about his college plans and other stuff
Hector had been up to since graduation. Then Ryan asked, "How do you know
Jeremy?" Since Ryan taught in another school district, Jeremy and Hector
couldn't have met at school.

Hector pulled Lisa, the prettier of the two girls, to him and wrapped his
arms around her. "I met him through this beautiful thing."

Lisa slapped one of Hector's arms, "Don't call me a thing." She pulled his
arms tighter around her waist, clearly not deeply insulted by the
objectification.

I watched with interest as my brother interacted with his former
student. The kid was a teenage Adonis. He was about 5'10", black hair,
olive skin, brown eyes. He wore an orange tank top that showed off his
defined chest, shoulder and arm muscles. His face was chiseled to
perfection. His legs were strong and defined. I found myself occasionally
distracted checking out his bubble butt. I couldn't believe I was getting
horny again, so soon after having shot a load into my brother's mouth. And,
on top of that, it was a guy's ass that was having that effect on me. I had
already gotten used to that reaction when looking at Jeremy's ass. But now
it was happening with another guy. What the fuck was happening to me?

Once Hector had his arms around his girlfriend, he didn't let go. I
couldn't blame him. She was a hot young thing. She had come by the house
several times before and I couldn't help noticing her. At 16, she was
already a beauty. She frequently wore her cheerleading outfit when she was
at our house. Seeing her petite body in that sexy uniform brought back
memories of my cheerleader fantasies in high school. Back then I had gotten
hard at the sight of any cheerleader in her short skirt and tight
sweater. I would have drooled over Lisa, had she been in my high school
class. She was 5'6", black long hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail,
sparkling almond-shaped hazel eyes, beautiful face with high cheek bones
and a small nose. She was Hispanic also, so her skin was a light shade of
brown and was flawless. For a 16-year old girl, she was already very
developed. Her breasts were in perfect proportion with her body – not
huge like a porn star's, but not tiny nubs like the tits of many girls her
age. She had a perfectly flat stomach, and a shapely ass. She was the dream
girl of any hot-blooded straight teenage boy.

And clearly Hector enjoyed marking his territory. He held onto her like she
was a prized possession. Like I said, I couldn't blame him. But after a
while, it bordered on ridiculous. At one point, Beth pulled me aside and
said, "That's a teen pregnancy waiting to happen. And he's 18. He shouldn't
even be with her!"

I chuckled at her teen pregnancy comment, but flinched at her age
comment. I glanced at Jeremy. I was twice his age. Surely it was even more
inappropriate for me to be intimate with him. I then exchanged a glance
with Ryan. He had a shit-eating grin on his face. I wondered if he found
Hector and Lisa as hot as I did.

Three more of Jeremy's friends arrived, then Beth lit the candles on the
cake. We sang "Happy Birthday" and Jeremy blew out his candles. The cake
was cut and served. The teenagers went to the living room, while we adults
stayed in the kitchen. I noticed that Hector forced the issue of keeping
his hands on Lisa, even while they were seated eating cake. I also noticed
that he looked over at Ryan and me frequently. No smile or nods, simply
glances our way.

Beth tried to gossip with me and Ryan about Lisa and Hector. She was mostly
annoyed at the spectacle the two of them were making, drawing the attention
away from Jeremy. Ryan defended his former student, "Teenagers will be
teenagers. Hector's a good kid. Let them have their fun. Plus, Jeremy
doesn't look like he's bothered by it."

We looked at the kids in the living room. They were laughing and carrying
on, with Jeremy at the center of it all. Ryan was right. Hector and Lisa
might have been displaying the effects of raging teenage hormones, but the
group in general was just having good clean fun.

Beth walked away in a huff, clearly not liking that we weren't taking her
side. Ryan and I sat alone in the dining room, the place where, only an
hour before, my brother had drained my balls dry. Before I could stop
myself, I whispered, "Hector seems real glad to see you."

Ryan elbowed me in the side and whispered back, "Don't even go there,
brother. I'm a professional at work."

I glanced at his face and could see he had a smirk on it. He added, "But
he's fair game now that he's no longer my student."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Nasty mother fucker."

At that moment, Jeremy looked our way and gave us a smile. I gave him a
smile back, feeling the urge again to kiss those full pink lips of his.

Ryan then whispered to me, "You know he has a crush on you, right?"

"What? Who? Jeremy?" I feigned surprise.

He nodded and gestured for me to go out into the garage. Once the door was
shut behind us, he elaborated. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious he's got a thing
for you. While we were hanging out today, I noticed his eyes light up every
time your name was mentioned. And that was often – he talks about you a
lot."

I shook my head, "Nah, you're just reading into it."

He grinned, "Maybe, but I spend a lot of time around kids his age. I've
learned to read the signs. I'm just letting you know. I'm not saying you
should do anything about it. But if you're thinking about experimenting
some more with guys, you have an eager one right under your roof. Two, if
you're counting right now. Or maybe three."

I became confused, "Huh?"

He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Sorry, bro. Just playing
with you. I was adding me and possibly Hector."

I frowned, "I thought you said you never fooled around with the kid."

He gave my shoulder a squeeze, "I never did. I told you I was completely
faithful to Megan while we were married. But I'm pretty sure Hector is into
guys. Through the years, many of my students have had crushes on me, boys
and girls alike. Hector exhibited all the typical signs. He shamelessly
flirted with me. I'm sure if I had responded in kind, he would have been on
his knees in front of me in a split second. I think his displays of
affection tonight with that girl might be his way of overcompensating."

I nodded, trying to take it all in.

Ryan patted me on the back, "Don't think about the Jeremy thing too
hard. I'm just putting it out there."

We went back inside the house. Then Ryan, Beth and I spent the rest of the
party in the dining room discussing random topics. I spent a lot of time
watching Jeremy interact with his friends. I tried not to be too obvious
about it, but occasionally Jeremy would look up and catch me watching
him. He'd smile then turn back to his friends. I was wishing he and I could
have a few moments alone. We had been spending time together every day for
the last week. It felt odd to go almost a whole day without some alone time
with him.

Two other boys had arrived with the second group. They weren't as
noteworthy as Hector. One of them paid a lot of attention to Jeremy,
bordering on being affectionate. I wondered if Jeremy had ever fooled
around with him and if he could be a potential boyfriend for my
step-son. Jeremy wasn't returning the attention or affection, though I
wasn't sure if that was due to lack of interest or just caution.

After a short while, Jeremy asked his mother if he could go to Cory's
house. I wasn't sure which of the boys that was, but apparently he had a
pool and his parents were willing to have them all come over for a swim. As
the teenagers streamed out the door, Hector released his hold on Lisa long
enough to shake my hand. I glanced down at his crotch and saw an obvious
erection. My mind raced with images of him pushing his big cock into Lisa's
tight young cunt. He was obviously getting turned on by touching her, so I
was pretty sure he'd be getting some pussy that night. Seeing his bulge, I
wondered if my brother was wrong about Hector's interest in guys. But then
again, I just as easily got a hard-on from my wife's touch as from Jeremy's
or even Ryan's. So, who knew anymore who was straight or not, or what that
even meant?

After the kids were gone, I asked Ryan to drive me to pick up my car. I had
left it in a parking lot near the car dealership and wanted to retrieve it
before the lot closed for the night. At first, we sat uncomfortably in the
car, then Ryan said, "Hey, man. I don't want there to be any awkwardness
between us. If you're feeling uncomfortable about what we did, let's just
act like it never happened." He was obviously referring to the blow job he
had given me earlier in the evening.

I was quiet for a few moments, then said, "No, I'm glad we did it. It's
just a lot to take in. It's very confusing to me, but I don't want to
ignore it. I just need help figuring it all out." Surprisingly, at that
moment I was much more comfortable with what we had done than I would have
expected. In fact, my mind was already moving on to how I could use the
situation to my advantage. I hoped I could get my brother to offer to teach
me how to fuck a guy's ass without hurting him. My end goal was to get
inside my step-son's tight hole.

Ryan gave me a reassuring smile, "I imagine it's a bit overwhelming. What's
the biggest thing on your mind at the moment?"

The first thing I needed to determine was how much of a threat Ryan
actually was to what Jeremy and I had going on. "Honestly? What you said
about Jeremy having a crush on me. I'm surprised. I assumed he had a crush
on you. You two looked pretty happy in each other's arms this afternoon." I
tried to say that as matter-of-factly as possible, without any jealous
overtones.

He took in a deep breath, "Nah, you are reading too much into what you
saw. We had a fun time together. We just fell asleep afterward. There
wasn't anything romantic about it. In fact, I might have imagined it, but I
could have sworn he said your name during some of the more intense
moments."

He paused, then added, "Does it make you uncomfortable to know he feels
that way about you?"

I was lost in thought for a few moments. Celebratory fireworks were going
off in my head as I realized my brother wasn't forming an emotional
attachment to Jeremy. Maybe he wasn't going to get in the way after all.

I tried not to lie, "No. I was more uncomfortable finding out that you felt
that way about me. But I got over that fairly easily." I groped my crotch
for emphasis.

He looked at my hand in my crotch and smiled, "Well, you don't have to get
over it in the same way with Jeremy." We both chuckled. Then he said,
"Unless you want to, that is."

I started panicking. I had been trying to avoid any hint of what Jeremy and
I were doing. "Um, no, of course not. He's my step-son."

Ryan responded without missing a beat, "And I'm your brother. So what? You
allowed me to suck your awesome dick. Why not let him?"

My mind spun, "No, I mean. He's 16. He should be having crushes on guys his
age. Not on older men like me."

Ryan chuckled, "He can't control who he feels attracted to. Take me as a
good example." He playfully reached over and groped my crotch. I
reflexively pushed his hand away, momentarily forgetting that we had
already crossed that line together.

He took a new tactic, "Let's put Jeremy aside for a moment. You're curious
about being with men. The things you and I have done together in the last
24 hours make that clear. What other things have you thought about doing?"

I took a long time to respond. Although I wanted to be fully open with my
brother, it was hard to simply put aside a lifetime of seeing each other as
100% straight. Plus, my damned mind kept going back and forth between
acceptance and denial. One moment, the whole thing excited me and I wanted
to do more. And I was elated to be able to confide in my brother about
it. Then the next moment, I was overcome with fear and confusion. I didn't
fully understand the feelings Jeremy had begun to awaken in me. How in the
world could I discuss them with my brother? In the end I convinced myself
to put my fears and confusion aside. My brother and I had already done the
deed. So what was I trying to hide? I should let it out. Talk about
it. Understand it. Come to terms with it.

I finally said, "Well, I really liked what you and I did together. You
know, the sucking, the jacking, the touching. I think..."

I stopped. He looked at me expectantly. I sighed deeply, "This is difficult
to talk about, Ryan. I don't know what else I want to do."

Ryan placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed, "I know it's tough. I
realize it's all new to you and your mind is probably working overtime to
process it all." He paused before saying, "But, I know you must have ideas
about what you would like to experience with a guy. Let's use Hector as an
example. I saw you looking at him. You did like looking at him, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah. I did." My cock twitched again at the thought of Hector's
perky ass.

He nodded, knowing he was right, "I'm guessing if you had the opportunity,
you'd like to experiment with him. Right? What would you like to do? Kiss?
Suck dick? Eat ass? Nipple play? Body worship? Fuck ass?"

I responded without hesitating, "Fuck his ass."

It was a truthful answer. I had looked at his ass a number of times at the
house and had thought about fucking it. I had also thought about feeding
him my cock and eating each other's holes, just like I had done with
Jeremy. But I only mentioned the fucking, as I wanted the focus of the
conversation to be on that.

Ryan squeezed my shoulder again, "You didn't hesitate with that answer,
little brother. You must really want it. He does have a sweet looking
ass. I saw those smooth cheeks several times in the locker room while he
was changing or showering. I'd like to fuck his young ass too."

I simply nodded in response. I got excited about the prospect of Hector's
ass being the one I learned with. But I dismissed that, knowing that that
was unlikely. Ryan wasn't even sure the kid was gay and open to being
fucked. But the idea was a nice one, nonetheless.

Ryan spoke very slowly, "So, if you'd consider doing it with a guy like
Hector, couldn't you entertain the possibility of doing it with Jeremy?"

I smiled inwardly. Although my brother thought he was directing this
conversation – and for the most part he was – I had nudged it into
the direction I wanted it to go.

I squirmed in my seat. It was a little for show, but it was also a bit
genuine. I was about to admit to my brother that I would consider fucking
my step-son. That was a huge step for me. I answered slowly and so quietly
that it was almost impossible to hear me, "I suppose so."

At that point, we had arrived at the parking lot and Ryan had pulled up to
the entrance. He turned to look me in the eyes. "It's OK. No bolt of
lightning is going to come down from the sky to kill you for thinking such
things. Jeremy is a very good looking young man and he is highly
sexual. It's only natural to be attracted to him on some level. And there's
no question that he's attracted to you. I am sure he'd love to let you fuck
him, if you ever decided to ask."

I suddenly wondered if Ryan had fucked Jeremy. I was about to ask, but he
kept talking, "Have you ever had anal sex with a woman?"

I shook my head, "No, never."

He nodded, "It's takes a lot more preparation than fucking a pussy." He
then flashed me a big smile, "Maybe it's time for another lesson from your
big brother?"

I smiled outwardly this time. The conversation couldn't have gone more
perfectly. "I'd be open to that. What do you have in mind? Another Stacey
Mulligan-type arrangement?"

He looked thoughtful, "Sure, that could work."

I would realize later that there was disappointment in his voice. Had I
been less self-centered, less narrowly focused on my own desires, I would
have heard it. I would have understood that my brother had hoped he would
be the first guy I would fuck, just like he thought he was the first guy to
give me a blow job. But all I could think about was Jeremy and my painful
desire to be inside him. I had approached this conversation with the hope
that my brother would offer to show me how to fuck a guy. But it hadn't
dawned on me that his own ass could have been my training ground.

After a few moments of silence while each of us pondered what we had just
agreed to, Ryan asked, "Should I... um... just tell you when... ah fuck
this is awkward." He took a deep breath then spoke quickly, "OK. I'm going
to find a guy who would be into it. Maybe I'll tell him we're brothers,
maybe I won't. I'll have to play that part by ear. Then I'll set up a
time. Sound good?"

I nodded, unable to speak. I was feeling as awkward as he was. But my
hardening cock betrayed the fact that I was also getting excited. I groped
it and said, "I'm nervous as hell about this. But excited too."

Ryan looked at my crotch and smiled. "I'd offer to help you with that, but
this is not the time or the place."

I smiled back, "I'll take a rain check."

We said our goodbyes then I headed to my car. I couldn't believe the turn
of events in the last 24 hours. I had gone from not knowing my brother
sucked cock, to agreeing to set up a `how to fuck a guy' training session
with him. And it was all so I could someday soon feel prepared enough to
fuck Jeremy.

When I got home, Jeremy's car was not in the driveway. He was still out
swimming with his friends. I went inside and found Beth drinking a glass of
wine in the living room. I sat down next to her on the couch and pulled her
close. She relaxed against my chest. Her body felt good next to mine. I
stroked her arm and kissed her forehead. "You OK?"

She sighed deeply, "Yeah, of course. It's just... Jeremy is growing up so
quickly. I feel like I'm losing him. I know it's stupid. It's just a
car. But now he's going to be even more independent. He won't need us as
much."

I lowered my hand to her leg and caressed it, "Your relationship with him
might change a little, but he will always need his mother."

She placed her hand on my cheek and leaned up to give me a kiss. "I'm so
lucky to have you, Clint. You're so good to me and Jeremy. You hear all
these horror stories about step-parents not getting along with their
step-children. It makes me happy to see how well you and Jeremy get along."

I kissed her back and held her close. I was happy too. Though I wondered if
her happiness would lessen if she found out in what specific ways I had
been good to Jeremy over the past week.

We sat on the couch cuddling as Beth finished her wine. Feeling her body
next to mine was making me hard. Beth noticed. Surprisingly, she placed her
hand on the bulge in my shorts and began squeezing. I wasn't sure what had
made her horny, but I wasn't going to complain. She gave me a kiss as she
attempted to unzip my shorts. I suddenly remembered the paper towel I had
wrapped around my cock to soak up the leakage after Ryan had drained my
nuts. It would have been difficult to explain why it was there, so I
distracted her by kissing her deeply and taking over the unzipping of my
shorts. As I pulled my cock free, I retrieved the paper towel and hid it in
a pocket.

I then eased up and let her do whatever it was she had planned on
doing. She grasped my cock and began to stroke it. I moved my hand down to
her breasts and began caressing them and gently pinching her nipples
through the fabric of her bra and blouse. She shuddered as we pleasured
each other while maintaining our kiss. It felt good to be with my wife,
most especially since this was the first time in ages she had initiated the
intimacy. And I had never known her to be so bold as to do that type of
thing in a public room. The possibility of getting caught by Jeremy and his
friends added to the excitement.

She maneuvered herself so she was sitting on my thighs, as if to give me a
lap dance. Her pants were still on, but she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing
her bra-clad breasts. I unhooked her bra so they could bounce free. She
continued to jack me off as I licked and rubbed her nipples. She made no
move to take off her pants. Perhaps because we were in the living room and
could easily be interrupted. Or perhaps because she was focused only on my
pleasure for a change. I would have loved to have slid up inside her, but I
wasn't going to complain about the hand job. I wondered if she would go
down on me, giving me a very rare wifely blow job. But, that was hoping for
too much.

I kissed her breasts, chest and neck as she picked up the pace with my
cock. It was working. I was getting very turned on. My balls were aching,
begging not to be forced to produce yet another load. But I ignored the
pain. What she was doing to me felt good and it was so rare for her to do
it. I wasn't about to stop her.

Then we heard Jeremy's car pull up into the driveway. Beth was off me in a
flash and ran to the bathroom. I had a fleeting temptation to lie there
with my cock out so Jeremy could finish what his mother had started. But I
smartly pushed it back into my shorts.

Jeremy came inside, accompanied by two of the friends from earlier. The
rest, including Hector and Lisa, weren't with him. He gave me a smile as
they passed by and headed upstairs to play video games in his room. I was
horny as hell, so I watched Jeremy's backside with searing lust as he
headed up the stairs. When he reached the top, he looked back down at me
and smiled again. If we had been alone, I would have run up the stairs and
given him that kiss I had been aching to give him. Instead, I just gave him
a smile.

I looked for Beth, hoping that we would continue our sex session in the
bedroom. But when she came out of the bathroom, she was no longer in the
mood. I was left frustrated. I had two potential sex partners in the house,
but neither was available for my pleasure. My wife seemed to consider it OK
to get me hot and bothered, then leave me hanging. My step-son, who I was
sure would be willing to help me out, was busy with friends in his room. I
had a quick thought of retrieving him from his room and taking him to my
study. Wouldn't that have been excitingly dangerous – fooling around
with Jeremy while his mother was awake upstairs and his friends were
playing videos in his room? Obviously, I didn't act on that temptation.

As I lay in bed later that night, my mind raced with thoughts of the events
of the day. Finding Jeremy in bed with his uncle. Ryan giving me a blow
job. Ryan suggesting a fuck session with a third guy. Beth's
out-of-character initiation of sex with me. But most of all, I thought of
Jeremy's smile throughout his birthday celebration. Whether it was when
Beth gave him the key to his car or when he sat in the living room laughing
with his friends. He had a smile on his face throughout the entire
evening. All thoughts of his arrest and the minister's proposal to
blackmail Officer Pfeiffer seemed to be miles away. I was glad he was able
to have such a happy birthday.

At a little after 1:00 a.m., I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I
couldn't allow the day to end without being alone with Jeremy for just a
few minutes. I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way to his bedroom. I
stepped inside and shut the door behind me.

My step-son was sleeping. I pulled his covers away so I could get into his
bed beside him. He was on his side, so I spooned him, wrapping one arm
around his torso. I kissed his neck as I gently stroked his chest. He
stirred, but didn't wake.

I then gently licked the inside of his ear. That woke him up and he nearly
jumped away from me. But I held him firmly in place. "It's OK...it's
me. Clint." I resumed kissing his ear and his neck.

Jeremy groaned softly, as he relaxed, allowing his body to spoon with
mine. "Clint. What? Why?"

I turned him over so he was on his back and I was lying on my side next to
him. There was moonlight shining through the window, enough so we could
actually see each other. I smiled down at him. "We barely had a chance to
talk today. I couldn't let your birthday go by without spending a little
alone time with you."

I slipped my hand under the waistband of his shorts. I resumed kissing his
neck as I found his hardening teenage cock and began stroking it. It felt
good in my hand. Warm and getting harder. I reached down and touched his
heavy balls. They were damp with sweat. I brought my hand to my nose and
breathed in the aroma of his loins. I then placed my hand back inside his
shorts and found his hole. I toyed with it for a few seconds, knowing it
would bring him pleasure.

He squirmed as he moaned, "Oh god, Clint."

He tried to slide his hand into my boxers to retrieve my cock, but I gently
pushed it away. I wanted this encounter to be all about me pleasuring him.

I tugged on his shorts and he reflexively pulled them all the way off. I
moved down so I was between his legs. He noticed my position and began to
lift them. I saw the crack of his ass, but there wasn't enough light to see
his hole. I knew I could find it anyway. I pressed his legs back toward his
torso so his ass rose into the air. Then I buried my face in it, my tongue
finding his puckered entrance with ease.

I gave it a few licks, then I pushed my tongue in. Jeremy moaned loudly.

I said, "Shhh...don't wake your mother."

I dove back in, enjoying the taste of his hole and the feeling of his ass
lips clamping down on my tongue as I inserted it inside him. He grabbed his
dick and began jacking it. I placed my hand on his and pulled it away. "I
don't want you to cum like this. Just enjoy it for a little while."

For several minutes, I ate his sensitive hole. I spread his ass cheeks
wide, so I could fit my entire face in his crack. Then I licked up and down
the crevice, stopping at his hole and fucking it with my tongue. I then
spat on my index finger and inserted it. And a few moments later, I
inserted a second finger without him having to ask. I knew what he liked.

After a few minutes of fucking his ass with my fingers, I moved back up and
turned him on his side so we were face to face. "May I kiss you?"

He moaned, "Yes."

As I began to lower my lips to his, my mind was assaulted with
memories. Authority figures – my father, my uncles, teachers, coaches,
ministers – all conditioning me to believe that men should not kiss
other men. All instilling in me the belief that sex between men was one of
the worst acts possible. All doing their best to carry on the tradition of
intolerance toward man on man sexuality. Those beliefs were deeply
ingrained in my psyche and nagged at me as I continued to lower my lips to
kiss my step-son. But I refused to let them control me. I wanted – no,
needed – to kiss Jeremy. I needed to express the growing affection I was
feeling for him. I knew I might be tormented by the memory of this act when
I went back to bed and tried to fall asleep. But for those few moments, I
would allow my desires to win in the struggle against my
conscience. Societal conditioning be damned.

I placed my lips on his. They were soft and his stubble tickled me. I was
used to the softness of a woman's skin. But this mixture of soft lips with
scratchy stubble was strangely stimulating.

He kissed back tentatively at first, but as soon as I pushed my tongue past
his lips, he went wild. He sucked my tongue in as if it were my cock,
almost hurting it with his eagerness. I pulled off and said, "Gently. Our
tongues should be dancing, not fighting."

I slipped my tongue back in. He slowed down and the kiss became a sensual
experience. I knew in that moment that all of my conditioning had been
misguided. Kissing my step-son was one of the most amazing experiences in
my life. It felt good. It felt right. It was pleasurable. It was honest. It
was instinctive. It was natural. It was hot. It was satisfying.

As we kissed, wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. His lips
and his tongue were soft and wet. His technique was juvenile, but I knew I
could teach him to kiss with passion and sensuality. Yes, I knew that I
would be kissing him again. I knew that I would want to have my lips
pressed against his and my tongue dancing with his at every possible
opportunity.

After several minutes of kissing one another, I grabbed his cock and
resumed stroking it. Within seconds, his kissing became less insistent and
I could tell he was distracted by an impending orgasm. I gestured for him
to lie on his back. He did so without breaking our kiss or my hold on his
cock. Moments later, I felt his cock thicken. Then volley after volley of
cum shot from his cock. Two of them hit me in the face. The rest landed on
his chest and stomach.

When his orgasm subsided, he broke the kiss and fell back against his
pillow. After catching his breath, he said, "Wow! That was unbelievable! I
never thought you would kiss me, especially not like that."

I wiped the cum from my face and, before I could transfer it to his chest,
I was struck with curiosity. I stuck my finger in my mouth and licked off
his ball juice. I had tasted my own once when I was in my teens. But this
tasted nothing like mine. It had an almondy flavor to it, which made it
almost tasty.

Jeremy's eyes opened wide and said, "Are you eating my cum? Holy crap!"

I shrugged, "You seem to like it a lot. I wanted to see why." I licked a
little more off before wiping the rest on his chest.

He watched me in amazement and asked, "So what do you think? Taste good?"

I answered truthfully, "Um...not as bad as I thought, but it's probably an
acquired taste."

He grabbed a hand towel from his nightstand and wiped himself dry. Then he
lay back down next to me and started fondling my cock through my boxers. I
knew that he would have sucked me off, if I had let him. But, I didn't need
or want to cum. I wanted him to know what it was like to be pleasured
without having to reciprocate. I wanted him to know it was OK to be selfish
every now and then, allowing all the attention to be on your own pleasure
and not your partner's. And, I hoped he learned that, in situations like
that, a good partner is satisfied just knowing that they have satisfied
you.

I gently pulled his hand away, turned him onto his back and got on top of
him. I looked into his eyes, then lowered myself for one final kiss. "I
have to go back to bed now. How about you drive your new car to my office
tomorrow at lunch time? We can get something to eat together."

He smiled, "I'd like that."

I said, "Great!" Then I rolled off his bed and exited his room.

I stepped into the hall and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I
got lost in thought as I stood at the sink drinking. Moments later, I heard
footsteps on the stairs and thought it might be Jeremy. But then I heard
Beth's voice, "Clint. What are you doing up?"

My heart sank. Had Beth come out of the room only a few minutes earlier,
she might have caught Jeremy and me. I had to be more careful about
visiting Jeremy's room late at night. I couldn't risk doing it too
frequently.

 "I can't sleep. Nervous energy," I told her.

She walked away then returned a few moments later. She handed me a bottle
of Ibuprofen PM pills and said, "Take one of these. They help when I can't
sleep."

She stood near me as I took the pill. I was nervous as hell, fearing that
she might feel amorous and want to kiss me. If she did, there was a true
danger that she would taste Jeremy's saliva, ass and cum on my lips and in
my mouth. But in the end, she didn't kiss me. She walked with me back to
the bedroom and I stepped into the bathroom to take a piss and clean
up. Moments later, we were back in bed and she fell asleep.

It took me a while to fall asleep. I struggled, as I had for the last
several days, with conflicting thoughts. I begged my mind to stop thinking
and to allow myself to sleep. Luckily, the sleep aid helped. And, despite
my mind's best efforts to keep me up all night, I eventually dozed off.

End of Chapter 10.