Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2017 07:12:16 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 22

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 22

I woke up on the couch and realized rather quickly that I was alone in the
living room. I stretched and yawned, looked around and listened for signs
of my brother and step-son. It took me a few moments, but I finally heard
the faint sound of their voices coming from upstairs. My stomach growled. I
was very hungry. I wondered if the guys were ready for a meal.

I headed upstairs and heard their voices coming from the master bedroom. I
initially wondered if they were having sex, but as I approached the room, I
realized the tone was conversational. As I reached the doorway, I saw them
lying naked on Ryan's bed. They were side by side on their stomachs and
they were looking at the screen of a laptop.

Jeremy was saying, "...too far. I want to be close so I can come home on
the weekends. Or maybe even so close that I can stay at home."

Ryan responded, "You shouldn't let that affect your decision, Jer. You need
to choose the right university, not just the closest one."

"But, I don't want to be far from..." Jer stopped mid-sentence as he saw me
stepping into the room. "Hey, Dad! You're awake!"

My young lover jumped off the bed and ran to me, hugging me tightly, as if
we hadn't seen one another for days. I hugged him back. Over his shoulder,
I looked at my handsome brother as he turned onto his side. His muscular
body and thick limp cock looked inviting.

I caressed my son's soft skin, "What's going on, guys?"

Jer released the hug and kept an arm wrapped around my waist, "I was
showing Uncle Ryan the colleges Mom and I are going to visit. He's been
telling me which ones are good for me and which ones are wastes of time."

I kissed the top of Jeremy's blond head and gave my brother an appreciative
look. Neither Beth nor I knew enough about universities to even think about
advising our son. "Listen to his advice, Jer. He knows what he's talking
about." I caressed the smooth skin on my son's back and added, "Hey, maybe
Ryan should go with you when you do the tour."

Ryan laughed, "Oh yeah. I'm sure Beth would love me tagging along."

Jeremy responded, "That would be awesome. And, maybe you could come instead
of Mom. Just us three guys. It would be fun!"

I placed my hand on my son's bubble butt and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I
don't know about that. I think your mom would feel a little slighted. Plus,
I don't have any spare vacation days."

Jeremy placed a hand on my chest while he pulled me closer with the one
wrapped around my waist. "But I'm going to miss you. I want you to come."

As my son's hand explored my pecs, I hugged him back, "I'm going to miss
you, too." I slipped a finger into his butt crack. "But that's weeks
away. Right now, I'm starved. Anyone hungry?"

Ryan leaped off the bed, "Always!"

We headed downstairs together. As I watched the two beautiful asses in
front of me, I had a fleeting temptation to put some shorts on, or at least
a pair of boxers. I wasn't used to all this nudity and I was feeling a tiny
bit uncomfortable. But I let the temptation pass. Apparently, Jeremy and
Ryan were both completely comfortable walking around with no clothes on. I
was on a mission to be as carefree as the two of them – at least while
we were safely alone in the cabin that weekend.

When we reached the kitchen, Jeremy retrieved one of the aprons we had
purchased earlier. He put it on and started to get to work preparing a
meal. As I had suspected in the store, his ass looked amazing as it peeked
out of the back of the apron. My cock began to chub at the sight. Then,
Ryan put on the second apron and his big muscular ass was displayed nicely
also. My cock was nearly rock hard.

As they stood next to one another at the counter, I walked up behind them,
slid a finger into each of their ass cracks and said, "These aprons were a
great idea, Jeremy."

They both pressed against my probing fingers as they continued to
work. Jeremy said, "I was pretty sure you'd like them."

Ryan said, "Unless you plan on fucking that hole, would you mind leaving it
alone so I can concentrate?"

It sounded like my brother was willing to let me fuck him right then and
there. And my pulsing cock was begging me to do it. But, it was time to eat
and I needed all the energy I could get in order to keep up with my son and
my brother. I reluctantly pulled my hands off their perfect asses. I raised
them up and said, "OK. OK. I'll leave you two alone. But, if you don't want
me to touch, then you shouldn't put them on display like that."

Ryan and Jeremy laughed. They knew I was putty in their hands.

A half hour later, we were ready to eat. I sat at the head of the table and
they sat on either side of me. The food was good. The conversation was
easy. We were three men who not only enjoyed having sex together, but also
genuinely enjoyed one another's company. As Jeremy and Ryan joked with each
other, I felt a sense of rightness in our newfound relationship. Once
again, I pondered the possibility of us always being like this. The three
of us together, free to be who we were and to express our love and our
desire for each other with no restrictions.

Ryan was the first to realize I was day-dreaming. He said, "Earth to
Clint. You in there?"

I shook my head, clearing away my thoughts and said, "Huh? What did I
miss?"

"Jeremy was suggesting you do the cleanup, you lazy fuck," Ryan replied.

Jer began to protest, but Ryan interrupted him. "OK. He didn't say you were
a lazy fuck. I did. We cook. You clean. Sound like a plan?"

I nodded. Of course it did. "It's either that, or I sing for my meals. And
you don't want to hear me sing."

Another round of laughter. I stood up to clear the plates from the table. I
walked to Jeremy's side of the table to grab his dirty dishes. He put his
hand on mine and said, "Let me help."

I shook my head, "No, Jer. Keep cooking meals like that and I'll be happy
to clean everything up. Go relax with your uncle. It won't take me long."

I bent over and kissed his pink lips.

Ryan said, "What about me? I did half the cooking!"

I laughed and walked over to my brother and gave him a kiss. "There. Do you
feel appreciated now?"

He smiled, "Hell yeah. Oh and...sorry about the old pans. I hope they're
not too much of a pain to clean." He jumped out of his seat and headed to
the living room. Jeremy followed quickly behind him.

It took me a good half hour to clean the dishes. As my brother had implied,
the pots and pans were not the best quality, so it took a bit of effort to
clean them. But I got through it and was happy to hang the towel up when I
was done.

I walked into the living room and found my guys on the couch. Ryan was
watching a ball game on the TV. Jer was lying on his back, his head resting
in my brother's lap as he was texting on his phone. I joined them on the
couch, placing Jeremy's legs over my lap. I caressed my son's soft skin as
I tried to decide where I wanted to look – at the TV or at the two sexy
naked men next to me. I chose the latter.

Jer moved his phone aside and said, "Chris says hi."

I gave my son a look of surprise, "Chris? I didn't realize you boys were
texting."

Jer shrugged, "Yeah, Nick told me Chris wanted to hang out with us
again. So he gave me his number. He's a cool guy. I'm thinking maybe you
could fuck him next time we're together."

Ryan's ears perked up. "Who's this?"

"I told you about him. The schoolmate of Jer's that came over with the
cop." I answered.

Jer held up his phone and showed it to Ryan.

My brother said, "He's cute." He took the phone from Jeremy and studied the
picture most closely. "Damn, bro. You had sex with this kid? I want in next
time!"

Jeremy turned over and began playing with Ryan's cock while I casually
fondled my boy's pretty ass. Then a few minutes later, he turned around to
play with my semi-hard cock while he let his uncle enjoy his bubble
butt. Over the following half hour or so, we chatted casually as we enjoyed
Jeremy's attention. There was a sexual energy in the air, but it wasn't so
intense that any of us felt the need to ramp it up. It was just
comfortable, leisurely hanging out, enjoying one another's touch.

At one point, I brought up Nick's video of the sex in the woods. Then I
mentioned our morning hike and our short side-trip to the secluded area.

Ryan grinned, "You really like the idea of being watched, don't ya?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, I do."

My brother gently nudged Jeremy off his cock and stood up. He said, "I have
an idea."

Jeremy turned around and sucked in my cock as I watched my older brother
head up the stairs to his room. I ran my fingers through my son's hair as I
enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my thick shaft.

A few moments later, Ryan came back down, phone in hand. He was typing
something into it. Then, when he sat back down on the couch, he said, "I've
heard rumors of a section of the woods that is a secret cruising area." He
explained that he was using a gay hook-up app that found guys in your
area. He was hoping to find someone who knew where the secret section of
the woods was.

His phone started buzzing soon afterward. His profile pic was surely a draw
for guys. Who could resist such a sexy man?

Jeremy sat up, very intrigued by the app. He lay against Ryan's torso so he
could get a good view of what was on his phone. For the next several
minutes, my brother and step-son had fun checking out all the local guys,
comparing opinions on which were hot and which weren't.

I became very intrigued also, so I walked around the couch and stood behind
my brother. Ryan was exchanging messages with a guy whose profile pic only
showed his muscular hairy chest. It was impossible to deduce his age, but I
imagined he was in his late 30s or early 40s.

After several messages, Ryan said, "This guy knows where the place is. He's
offering to take us there. We just have to meet him at the first overlook
on the hiking path."

I glanced at Jeremy, who was gazing up at me with a pleading look on his
face. I smiled; my son was as excited as I about doing it. I asked Ryan,
"Is it safe?"

He shrugged, "You never really know who you're meeting online. But, we have
safety in numbers."

Jeremy finally spoke up, "Please, Dad. It might be a lot of fun."

I scratched my balls nervously and said, "Of course. Let's do it."

Was I nervous? Hell yes. Was I wondering if it was a bad idea?
Absolutely. Was I concerned about taking my son into a dangerous situation?
No doubt at all. Was I excited about possibly experiencing my fantasy? You
bet ya!

We dressed quickly and headed out the door. I drove, holding my son's hand
the entire time. He didn't appear to be nervous at all, so the hand holding
was more about my own comfort than his.

We parked near the entrance to the trail. Before anyone opened a door, I
asked, "Are we all sure about this?"

Jer was the first to answer, "Heck yeah, it's going to be fun!"

Ryan grinned and said, "You know my answer."

That left me. I took a deep breath and said, "Well, let's do it then."

As we walked up the trail, I wanted to hold Jeremy close to me, or even to
carry him so I could keep him safe. But my son walked boldly forward,
apparently unafraid. I wasn't sure what was giving him the courage. Was it
his extensive experience with public sex? Was it that his father and uncle
were escorting him, two body guards who would keep him from harm? Or was it
simply youthful innocence, danger being the furthest thing from his mind as
he walked toward an exciting new experience?

As we approached the overlook, we saw a tall man dressed in blue jeans and
a blue button down short-sleeve shirt. His upper body was big, just like in
his photo. His lower body was smaller. The man worked out, but clearly
focused mainly on his chest and arms.

The man was looking our way as we walked up the path, but turned around to
face the other way as we got nearer. When we were about 15 feet from him,
Ryan said, "Tim?"

The man turned to face us with a look of surprise and confusion. He looked
from Ryan, whose face he had seen on the hook-up app, to me, then to
Jeremy. He studied Jeremy for a few seconds before looking back at Ryan. He
said, "Ryan? What is this?" He glanced quickly at Jeremy again.

My brother responded, "It's OK. These are the friends I told you
about. This is Clint and Jeremy."

My son and I extended our hands to shake his. Tim shook mine readily, but
shook Jeremy's more cautiously.

I studied the man as he processed the situation. Now that we were right
next to him, I could see that his face was rugged, showing signs of his
age. He was a handsome man, likely in his late 40s. But the rest of his
body belied his age. He was in good shape. Not muscular like Ryan, but
strong and healthy. His jeans were tight and I could see the hint of a
bulge in his crotch.

Tim asked, "Is this some kind of trick? He's just a kid."

Ryan placed a hand on Jeremy's shoulder and said, "He's old enough to know
what he's doing."

Tim continued to hesitate. "How do I know you're on the up and up?"

Jeremy, to my surprise, took control of the situation. He placed a hand on
my crotch then tilted his head up to kiss me. He then moved over to Ryan
and did the same thing. He then put an arm around our waists and pulled us
to him. Ryan and I then kissed.

Tim exclaimed, "Holy crap! Where did you find this kid?" He clearly had no
idea Jer was my step-son. Why would he? The boy didn't resemble either Ryan
or me. And who in their right mind would imagine that a father would take
his son for a gay sex outing in the woods?

Ryan responded, "My buddy and I have been playing with him for a couple
weeks. It all started in a place like this."

Tim continued to eye Jeremy with caution. I suspected he had never been
with a teenager before. And he possibly didn't like the idea. I could
respect that. Had you asked me a few weeks prior what I thought about
having sex with minors, I would have reacted in disgust. Even though I had
learned to enjoy it, I had no intentions of forcing Tim to do anything he
was uncomfortable with.

Ryan said, "Let's go in. You don't have to touch the kid. My buddy wants
him all to himself today anyway."

Tim studied me for a few moments. I pulled Jeremy close to me, as if
claiming my territory. His look of caution softened slightly. He took a
deep breath and said, "Ah fuck it. Let's go." He started walking into the
woods. Ryan walked up to him to walk by his side.

Jeremy placed a hand on the noticeable bulge in my shorts. He smiled at me
and said, "Are you getting excited?"

I smiled. "Yeah, very."

I recognized the area we were walking through. It was the secluded area
where Jeremy and I almost had been caught jacking each other off. We went
past it, further into the woods. About a minute later, we saw a large
abandoned structure amongst the trees. We also saw two men standing
around. One was leaning against a wall of the building; another was leaning
against a tree.

As we came into view, the men looked toward us. I had no experience in
situations like that, but I knew immediately that they were there waiting
for someone interesting to come along. We must have been quite a sight to
them, if not a concerning one. I didn't know if it was common for a group
of men to go together to a place like that, but I was sure that they rarely
had a teenager tagging along with them.

Tim turned to us and whispered, "Here it is. That structure over there is
where most of the action goes on." He placed a hand on Ryan's chest and
pinched his nipple. My brother returned the gesture by squeezing the man's
ass. Tim then looked at Jeremy and me and said, "Ready?"

We all nodded.

As we walked toward the building, the man who was leaning against one of
its walls scurried inside. The other man remained leaning against the tree.

As we stepped inside, I wondered what the building had once been. It looked
like an old ruin, or a building that had been bombed during a war. Of
course, no war had ever taken place here, so there had to have been another
explanation. Something had destroyed much of the structure. What was left
was a series of walls and rubble. It was almost like a life-sized maze in a
garden, but with brick walls instead of hedges. At first, I was concerned
about tripping over the debris on the ground, but I soon realized a pathway
through the mess was clearly defined. The place apparently got a lot of
foot traffic.

As we turned a corner, I jumped in surprise at seeing a man leaning against
a wall. Even though I had seen him enter before us, I was still surprised
to see him just standing there. Tim was in the lead and he nodded at the
man as he ushered us by him. Each of us nodded at him as we passed by.

Tim led us to an interior space that was larger than the others. It had a
few pieces of furniture – a couple chairs, an old couch and a
desk. There were two men inside. They were standing innocently against the
far wall. For a split second, I wondered if this place doubled as a drug
den. But then I realized the men probably had been having sex and had heard
us approach, giving them enough time to move into neutral positions.

Tim stopped there and whispered to us. "Wanna stay here? Or go to another
section that is more private?"

My mind was in a battle with itself. One part of me wanted to run away. I
wondered how I could have allowed a stranger to take me and my precious boy
into such a risky situation. We hadn't done anything yet, so it would have
been safe to leave before anything happened. But the other part of me –
the part that thankfully was listening to my cock – was not only
intrigued by the place, but actually turned on by it. There was a sexual
energy in the air that was beginning to consume me.

Ryan answered for us, "We didn't come here for privacy. We have that back
at our cabin."

Tim grinned. He then turned to Jeremy and asked, "Are you OK, boy?"

My son wrapped an arm around my waist and grabbed Ryan's hand. He said, "As
long as my daddies are here, I'm good."

I experienced a moment of panic, fearing that Jeremy had just revealed that
we were father and son. But then I realized he had said `daddies',
referring to both me and Ryan. He wasn't using the term literally. He was
being careful not to reveal too much.

I glanced over at the two men against the wall. They were both watching us
with interest. I then heard footsteps behind me. I turned and saw the guy
who had entered the building right before us. I also saw the guy who had
been leaning against the tree. He must have rushed to catch up to us.

I placed a hand on Jeremy's blond head and pulled him to my chest. I was
experiencing a moment of anxiety. Although being inside the ruined
structure made me feel less exposed than when we were out in the open, I
was suddenly feeling confined and surrounded. I imagined that was what
people felt like when they experienced claustrophobia. Holding Jeremy
tightly against me felt comforting. He was safe. I was safe.

Jeremy let go of Ryan's hand and reached into my shirt. He found one of my
nipples and began to pinch it gently. I sighed as I felt jolts of pleasure
shoot up from my nipple to my head. My son knew how to ignite my lust. My
cock began to respond.

I glanced nervously toward the guys at the far wall. One of them was pawing
at his crotch. The other was walking slowly toward us. Until that moment, a
tiny voice inside my head had been warning me that one of them could have
been a cop. But something in the way the man was walking made me dismiss
that warning. His energy was sexual, not confrontational. I couldn't put my
finger on what exactly gave me that impression, but it was enough to make
me finally relax.

I looked over at Tim and Ryan and saw that Tim was trying to put his hands
into my brother's pants. For some reason, Ryan was stopping him from doing
so. He wasn't pushing the man away. In fact, Ryan was fondling the man's
ass. But he was gently making it clear that he wasn't ready for them to
take it further.

I gave Ryan a questioning look. I was worried that I had become too relaxed
too quickly and that my brother, who was much more accustomed to public
sex, was aware of something about our situation that should have been
giving the four of us pause. But as we locked eyes, he smiled and gestured
toward Jeremy. I then understood what was going on. My body tingled all
over in excitement. My brother knew my fantasy was to be watched. He was
going to make sure that he wasn't a distraction.

I gently grabbed Jeremy by the back of his head and tilted it up so he was
looking at me. I whispered, "You ready to put on a show for these men?"

Jeremy's entrancing eyes glossed over as he nodded, "Whatever you want me
to do, Daddy."

I contemplated kissing him, but decided at the last moment to hold off. I
suspected the men around us would have been turned on by any contact
between me and my boy, whether it was affectionate or sexual. But I chose
to start with the sexual. Let them get turned on by the teenager servicing
the man who was old enough to be his father.

I lifted my shirt and pressed my son's lips to my nipple. Then I said,
loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear, "Suck on daddy's nipple, boy."

Jeremy responded immediately. He gently nibbled on my tit and ran his
tongue over it a few times. Then he released it and said, "Do you like it
like that, Daddy?"

I nodded, "Yeah, boy. You're doin' good. You can see for yourself what your
mouth is doing to me."

Jeremy made a quarter turn so he was now facing me directly. With one hand,
he held my pec as he pleasured my nipple with his mouth. With the other
hand, he squeezed the hardening bulge in my shorts. He said, "Damn,
Daddy. Your cock is big and hard."

I grinned, "All for you, boy."

For the next several moments, Jeremy alternated back and forth between my
nipples, making sure to give each one equal mouth time. All the while, he
maintained a hold on my rigid cock.

While my son was enjoying my body, I looked around the space we were in. My
brother was whispering something in Tim's ear. Tim looked at me, smiled and
nodded. I couldn't be sure what they were saying, but I imagined Ryan might
have been explaining why he was holding back.

The other men in the room had all come closer to us. Two of them stood at a
safe distance, several feet from us. But one stepped all the way up to us
and grasped the bottom of Jeremy's shirt and attempted to pull it
off. Jeremy placed a hand on the man's arm and held it in place.

I knew I had a decision to make at that moment. Would I stick to the plan
and make this all about me and Jeremy showing off? Or would I allow others
to join in? I made the decision quickly. I was living out my fantasy. The
strangers could only watch.

I shook my head at the man. He understood, but did not let go of Jeremy's
shirt. I gave him a few seconds to comply on his own, then I finally took
matters into my own hands. I grabbed his arm and gently, but firmly, pushed
it away.

With disappointment in his eyes, he let go and took a step back. I nodded,
letting him know I appreciated that he was respecting our boundaries. He
forced a smile, making me realize he was a very handsome man. He was in his
mid-20's, about 5'10" tall, slim build, brown curly hair, brown eyes and a
crooked nose, as if it had been broken at some point in his life. The most
notable feature was his big beard. It looked like the type you would expect
from a back woods man – bushy and hanging low, nearly touching his
chest. If he hadn't attempted to pull Jeremy's shirt off, I would have told
you the guy was 100% straight. There was nothing about him that fit the
stereotype of a gay man that I had in my mind. I was beginning to realize
men from every walk of life could be into man-on-man sex. I was intrigued
by him.

Jeremy released my shirt, allowing it to fall back into place and kissed my
neck while he continued to squeeze my cock through my shorts. I placed a
hand on his back and slid it under the waistband of his shorts. His crack
was moist and steamy. The summer air was brutally hot, causing my son to
lightly sweat in his clothes. I took advantage of the situation by
gathering up the moisture with my index finger and using it as lube. I only
pressed the tip of my finger inside my son's hole, but he reacted as I had
anticipated. He arched his back and moaned into my neck. His reaction made
me wonder, not for the first nor for the last time, how the boy's attitude
toward sex could have been so completely opposite to his mother's. I
thanked my lucky stars that I had put up with my wife's inconsistent
interest in sex long enough to discover Jeremy.

I wanted to see my son's perfect butt. With my finger still probing his
hole, I used my other hand to unbutton his shorts. Of course, I couldn't
manage it, but Jeremy took over and dropped them to the ground. He hadn't
worn any underwear at all, so his youthful cock swung free as soon as the
shorts fell off.

I heard a man gasp. I looked over and saw that the bearded man was stroking
the cock of the man who had been standing with him against the wall. The
strokee was an older man, perhaps in his mid-60s. He reminded me of my
neighbor Gordon. He was thin, with a full head of white hair, a handsome
face and a dark tan. He was a little shorter than the bearded man, perhaps
5'8". He had a large backpack, giving the impression that he was a serious
hiker. His cock was quite a large one. Not as big as Nick's, but definitely
longer than mine and Ryan's.

I relaxed a little more, now having received confirmation that other men
were there for sex. I turned Jeremy around so his ass was facing me. I
gently bit his neck as I spread his perfect cheeks and teased his hole. Jer
lay his head back against mine, allowing himself to get lost in the
pleasure of my touch.

I glanced past Jeremy to Tim and Ryan. Tim was kissing Ryan's neck. My
brother simply grinned at me as he squeezed the big man's ass.

A man appeared at our right side. It was the one who had entered the
building right before us. I looked behind me and saw the man who had been
leaning against the tree.

Jeremy spun around and got to his knees. He gnawed at the bulge in my
shorts, making no attempt to open them and release my cock. I placed my
hands on his head and pressed my crotch hard against his face. I rubbed the
entire length of my cock back and forth across his mouth. He placed his
hand on my ass to hold himself steady. I had a flashback to the first time
he had touched my ass and how frightened I had been about what it meant. I
smiled, enjoying how far we had come in such a short amount of time. I no
longer feared my son touching my ass; I fucking loved it.

The man who had entered the building before us stepped closer to me and
Jeremy. He didn't try to touch either of us. He simply pawed at his crotch,
which he held only a few inches away from Jeremy's face. I suspected he
hoped Jeremy would chew on his bulge next. I was OK with that. As long as
he didn't touch my son, he could stand wherever he wanted.

As the man watched Jeremy enjoy my bulge, I checked him out. He was Asian,
with light brown skin and shoulder-length black hair. He was in his late
20s or early 30s. He was in decent shape. He didn't have a gym body like
Ryan, but he was fit. He was wearing nylon basketball shorts and his cock
was tenting them. I wasn't an expert bulge assessor, but it appeared to me
he might have been packing quite a nice piece of meat.

Jeremy looked over at the man's crotch and for a moment I wondered if he
was going to grope it. But he simply looked at it, then up at the man's
face. He gave the man a smile, then returned to focusing on my crotch. I
knew my boy wanted to see the dick that was tenting those shorts. I
appreciated that he was controlling his urges and sticking to the plan of
showing off together.

A few moments later, Jeremy stood up and put his hand inside my pants. He
grabbed my cock and pulled it upward until the head was peeking out of the
waistband. A large drop of pre-cum oozed out and Jeremy used his thumb to
spread it all over my cockhead. I grabbed his ass and massaged his cheeks.

Jeremy then dropped to his knees again and began licking my cockhead. It
was still sticking up through the waistband of my shorts, so it was only
visible to me and possibly to the man in the basketball shorts next to
us. I imagined the others could only assume that Jeremy was sucking on the
tip of my dick. Something about that fueled my lust. The men weren't seeing
my son suck my cock openly yet. But they could see his face at the top of
my shorts and could deduce what he was doing. It excited me to know that
our show was starting off as a mini-strip tease.

A few moments later, I sensed the presence of someone right behind me. I
turned to see that it was the man who had been standing against the
tree. He was a mysterious one. He wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled
down low over his face. It was clear he was trying to keep from being
seen. I wondered if he was a prominent local citizen or maybe even a
celebrity. Or perhaps he was just simply a normal guy who was being very
cautious.

Because I couldn't see his face, I couldn't pinpoint his age. But my best
guess was that he was around my age. His body was similar to Ryan's –
muscular, though not overly big.

He leaned in and said in a deep melodious voice, "Don't worry, dude. I
won't touch. I just want to watch."

I felt a stream of pre-cum pour out of my cock and into my son's hungry
mouth. The mysterious man was playing right into my fantasy. He wanted to
watch and I wanted to be watched.

I bent over Jeremy and placed my hand on his crack, feeling his moist hole
again.

One of the men – who the hell knew which? – said, "Fuck his boy
cunt!"

I thought, `That's the plan. But not yet.'

I removed my finger from my son's amazing hole and said, loudly enough for
all to hear, "Pull out my cock, boy."

Jeremy did as he was told. He unzipped my shorts. My cock, which was still
sticking up through the waistband, plopped out as soon as the fly split
open. It hit him in the face, giving me the idea to have a little fun with
it. I grabbed the shaft and began smacking his face playfully with
it. First his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek. Eventually, he
opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and I smacked my cock on it a few
times. With each swing, pre-cum flew out, leaving lines of shiny liquid on
my son's angelic face.

I eventually stopped and laid my thick cock on my son's tongue. He remained
perfectly still, his mouth open, his tongue cradling my meat, his gray eyes
looking up at me expectantly. I smiled down at him as I made the moment
last. I knew I was driving all the men around us crazy. They wanted to see
me feed the teenage boy my daddy cock. I was enjoying allowing the
anticipation to build.

I then gave my son a nod and he wrapped his beautiful lips around my rod
and began to suckle on it. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his warm
wet mouth engulf my cockhead and the top of my shaft. I was tempted to push
it all the way in, deep into his throat. But I held back, prolonging the
encounter as much as possible.

With his eyes locked on mine, Jeremy ever so slowly swallowed each
millimeter of my cock. It was agonizing, but deeply satisfying. I didn't
want to look away from my son to verify, but I was confident that the men
around us were focused completely on us.

When Jer's lips reached the bottom of my shaft and disappeared inside my
pubic hair, I said, "Fuck yeah, boy. Swallow my dick!"

A man to my left, either the older man or the bearded one, whooped loudly.

Jer held my cock inside his mouth and throat for several seconds, then he
pulled off it and inhaled deeply. He held up my wet cock and licked my
balls while he caught his breath. Then he repeated each action, sucking me
in, holding it deep in his throat until he desperately need to take a
breath, then licking my balls as he recovered.

He then eased into a more leisurely blow job. Sucking my cock in and out,
holding it up to admire it, then diving in again to orally pleasure it.

As my son got into a rhythm, I looked around to see what the other men were
doing. All of them, except the one with the baseball cap, had pulled their
cocks out. The bearded man was still stroking the cock of the older man,
but he was also stroking his own cock with his other hand. I couldn't see
it, as his hand covered it completely. I imagined it was around 6".

On my right side was the guy in the nylon basketball shorts. He had pulled
his shorts down and had hooked them under his balls. His cock was long,
thin and uncut. He pulled the skin back and forth over his red cockhead.

In front of me, my brother and Tim had also pulled out their cocks. Tim was
jacking both of them while my brother continued to fondle his new friend's
ass. I have described my brother's cock for you several times before –
the twin of mine with a bigger head. Tim's was smaller than ours, probably
a more average size. The size of the head was in perfect proportion with
the thickness of the shaft. It was the kind of cock you would expect to see
in medical books. Perfectly designed and not too big or too small. I gave
Ryan a smile and he winked at me. I felt a surge of emotion, knowing that
my brother wanted to do so much more, but was holding back for my sake. I
made a mental note to make it up to him later back at the cabin.

I leaned over and slid a hand down my son's bubble butt. He responded by
lifting up so he was standing and bent at the waist. His bare ass was
facing my brother and Tim. As I pushed my finger inside Jer's hole, I
glanced at our new friend and saw the look of wonder on his face. I knew he
was still trying to come to terms with Jeremy's age. But his eyes were
focused on my boy's ass, so I knew somewhere deep down inside he was just
as hungry for it as any other man who had the privilege of seeing it.

I pulled my finger out, shoved it in my mouth and made it real wet. Then I
pushed it back into his hole. I did that a few times, making a show of
enjoying the taste of Jeremy's ass as I licked my finger, then ramming the
digit inside him.

Jeremy pulled my shorts and boxers down, dropping them to my feet. He
slipped a finger into my crack and found my hole. He rubbed it with the tip
of his finger, not trying to penetrate it, just stimulating it.

I slapped Jeremy's ass and said, "Turn around, boy."

Jeremy did so without missing a beat. Still bent over, holding himself
steady by placing his hands on his knees, he offered his incredible ass to
me. I slapped it again and said, "What a perfect ass you have, kid. You
want daddy to fuck it?"

Jeremy groaned, "Yes, please."

I got to my knees and spread his cheeks, "What a pretty hole you have,
boy." I leaned in and gave it a lick.

As I ran my tongue over my son's tiny hole, I saw out of the corners of my
eyes that a couple of the men had stepped closer. Then I saw two dark hands
grab Jeremy's butt cheeks and spread them. I glanced up and saw the guy in
the basketball shorts looking down at me. As much as I might have
appreciated the helping hands, I didn't want anyone to do anything other
than watch. I gently pushed his hands off my son's ass. He didn't put up a
fight. He removed his hands, but remained standing right next to us.

For several moments, I got lost in my head as I gazed at my son's
hole. Weeks before, I hadn't even contemplated its existence. But now, it
was the center of my world in so many ways. Such a tiny pink entrance to
one of the most amazing places on the planet. It was mine, whenever I
wanted it. Jeremy had made it clear that nothing made him happier than to
have my cock buried deep inside him. Could any man have been luckier than
I? I told myself at that moment never to lose my deep appreciation for what
Jeremy was giving me. Never to take it for granted and never to be selfish
with it.

A grunt next to me brought me back to the present. I glanced to my left and
saw the bearded man on his knees, sucking the older man's big cock. I
wasn't sure what had prompted the grunt, but it didn't look like he had
just cum in the bearded man's mouth. No, the white-haired man's gaze was
still on us and he was slowly fucking the bearded man's face.

I stood up and released a large amount of spit, aiming it perfectly for my
cock. It landed on my shaft and I pushed it into Jeremy's hole with my
thumb. I spat again, this time covering my cock with the slimy fluid. I
then lined it up with his ass lips and pressed gently forward.

Jeremy arched his back and moaned. I wasn't sure if the reaction was
genuine, or if it was just for show. Either way, it turned me on and it
excited the men around me. Except for the bearded man whose mouth was full
of thick grand-daddy dick, the men started saying things to egg us on. "Pop
his boy-cherry." "Fill his teenage hole." "Give him that bubble butt."
"Give him your boy pussy." "Take that big daddy dick, slut boy."

That last statement gave me pause and made me tense up. A stranger had just
called my son a `slut boy.' Under normal circumstances, that would have
been a degrading slur, one I should not tolerate. I was tempted to come to
my son's defense and tell the man not to refer to my boy that way. Then I
realized it hadn't been a slur at all. In an odd way, it was just calling
my son what he was portraying himself to be. None of these men knew
us. None understood our relationship. For all they knew, Jeremy and I could
have just met. None knew that Jeremy was the perfect son who earned
excellent grades and had big plans for his education and his eventual
career. All they knew was what they saw in that moment. A sexy teenage boy
readily giving his ass to an older man in front of several other men in a
public place. Who could blame them for concluding that he was a slut boy?

And would it have been so bad if Jeremy were a slut boy? It was because of
his overtly sexual nature that our step-father/step-son relationship had
taken a wild turn and had brought us to this crazy moment. So what if my
son was a slut boy? I liked his slutty side. And that's all it was. Just
one of the many sides of Jeremy. It didn't define him any more than his
love of video games defined him. It was just one of the many aspects of
Jeremy. Combined together, they made the perfect young man who was standing
before me, ready to take my prick deep inside of him. Instead of coming to
his defense, I smiled, enjoying my little slut boy.

My cock slowly entered Jeremy's tight hole. Without real lube, it was very
tight. Jeremy continued to moan and gasp. I knew then that it wasn't just
for show. My spit alone wasn't cutting it. I was about to ask Jeremy to
retrieve his lube when a hand appeared in front of me with a tiny packet in
the palm. As I reached for it, I saw the wedding ring on the man's hand. I
turned to look at his face and saw the brim of a baseball cap. I hadn't
realized until that moment that the mysterious man who had been hiding his
face was married. My cock twitched inside Jeremy's tight hole. I, like my
son, enjoyed the idea of having sex with married men. I quickly surveyed
the hands of all the other men around us and saw that none of them wore
wedding rings. It appeared that Mr. Baseball Cap and I were the only men
with wives.

Instantly feeling a connection with him, I grasped his hand before he could
pull it away. I wanted to invite him to join us. I knew it would be a
change of plans, but it was one I was willing to accept.

The man pulled his hand away with a frustrated sigh. I looked back at him
and he shook his head, "I just want to watch." My immediate reaction was
disappointment. But then I felt relief. He had helped me stick to my
fantasy.

I opened the packet and applied the lube to my cock and to Jeremy's hole. I
then placed the empty packet on Jeremy's lower back and pushed my cock
inside him again. I growled loudly as I sank my schlong into my son's
glove-like ass. Within seconds, I was balls deep inside Jeremy, my favorite
place to be. Jer reached back to grab my ass, pulling me even deeper inside
him.

The man in the baseball cap whispered to me, "Are you inside him? Is he
taking all of your big dick?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah."

I could feel his breath on my neck as he asked, "How does it feel?"

I was now beginning to fuck Jeremy's hole, slowly pulling out and pushing
back in. I responded, "Like a warm silk glove massaging my rod. The most
amazing thing I have ever felt."

He asked, "Better than being inside your wife?"

"Fuck yeah. Our wives can never make us feel like this, can they?" It was
turning me on to discuss this experience with another married man.

He let out a small whine, as if holding back what he wanted to say. It made
me wonder if the man had ever fucked another guy's ass. His body language
and insistence on just watching could have been signs of a man who was
turned on by the idea of man-on-man sex, but was not allowing himself to
experience it. I felt bad for him. He was missing out on one of life's
greatest joys.

I placed my hands on Jeremy's chest and gently pulled. He responded
quickly, lifting his torso so he was now standing straight up and leaning
back against me. I pulled my cock free from his ass and turned him
around. My son was now facing me, his head tilted up looking at me, waiting
for me to let him know what to do next. I grabbed his ass and bent my legs,
aiming my cock underneath his balls. He lifted one of his legs, hooking it
over my waist and helped me line my cockhead up with his hole. I tried to
get the right angle to push inside, but I couldn't manage it. I sighed in
frustration. I had hoped to hold him up and fuck him as if he were sitting
in my lap. But it was not as easy as I had imagined in my mind.

The white-haired man came to my rescue. He asked, "Do you want to fuck him
on his back?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

He said, "Use the desk."

I glanced at the large desk and admitted it would have been the perfect
place for Jeremy to lie on. But it didn't look safe. It looked sturdy
enough, but it was dirty and rough. It would destroy Jeremy's back. I was
about to shake my head but the white-haired man pulled a large blanket out
of his backpack and spread it over the desk. I gave him a smile and a nod
as he stepped back, allowing Jeremy and me to do our thing on his
blanket. I looked around at all the men standing around the us. They were
ready to watch me push my thick daddy cock back into the stunningly
handsome teenage boy.

I placed my hands on my son's hips and gently pushed, encouraging him to
get onto the desk. He jumped onto it and got to his knees. Presenting his
white bubbly ass cheeks to me. I spread them so I could see his tiny pink
hole. I pushed a finger in, testing the amount of remaining lube. Jeremy
knew what I was doing and placed his small bottle of lube into my hand. I
suddenly remembered the packet I had left on his lower back and wondered
where it was. It probably had fallen to the ground when he had stood up
straight. I imagined someone finding it days or weeks from then. Surely,
they would wonder who had used the lube inside the packet. But would they
imagine that it was used by a father to fuck his son?

I applied lube to my son's hole, then I used it to jack my cock back to
full hardness while I pushed a thumb past Jeremy's ass lips. When I was
ready to penetrate him again, I pulled his ass into place and, with my
hands on either side of his waist, I pushed inside.

Every time I entered my son's ass, I was amazed by how perfectly my cock
fit inside it. His ass lips wrapped themselves around it and swallowed
it. His anal walls hugged it like a glove and gave it a silky massage as it
drove deeper and deeper inside him. My son's tight ass and my thick cock
were made for each other. There was no doubt about it.

The baseball cap man was behind me again. As before, he was close enough
for me to feel his breath on my neck, but he didn't touch me. He asked me
questions. "Do you have a son?" I nodded. "Do you ever think about fucking
him like you're fucking this boy?" I nodded again. "I bet he'd like it. All
good boys want to please their fathers." I smiled. "When you fuck your
wife, do you imagine it's your boy's hole you're filling?" I groaned as I
nodded.

He continued to talk out the fantasy of me fucking my son. I suppressed a
laugh, wondering how he would react if I were to tell him that Jeremy
actually was my son. I kept that secret to myself though. I might have been
ready to fuck Jeremy in public, but I was not ready to tell just any
stranger what our relationship was. That was better kept to their
imaginations.

Jeremy began to fuck back, so I held my body still as my son pleasured
himself on my rigid pole. He had lifted his torso up so he was no longer
supporting his weight with his hands. He was jacking himself with one hand
and was touching my shaft with the other, feeling it slide in and out of
his tight hole. He began saying things like, "Oh daddy, your cock is so
thick. I could ride it all day." "You're splitting me in two, oh my god it
feels great."

I thought once again about porno movies and how scripted the dialog in them
often sounded. If I hadn't known my son meant every word he was saying, I
might have thought it was all contrived. And, as I looked around at the men
intently watching us, I decided it didn't matter if his words were sincere
or contrived. Our voyeurs were getting turned on by them.

The white-haired man was standing next to the bearded man again, fingering
his ass while he jacked his large dick and watched the action on the
table. The bearded man jacked his 6" dick while he ground his ass into the
older man's hand. The man in the basketball shorts was standing next to
Ryan and Tim. All three of them were stroking their cocks.

I was in heaven. That scene was exactly what I had imagined. Me fucking my
beautiful boy's ass while men looked on, wishing they could join in. It
didn't matter to me which of the two of us was the focus of their
lust. Some of them might have been imagining themselves in my place,
fucking the teenage boy's amazing bubble butt. Others might have been
imagining themselves in Jeremy's place, taking my thick daddy dick up their
hungry asses. All that mattered was that they were watching us and enjoying
what they saw.

I slid my tube steak in and out of my son's hole. For several thrusts, I
moved slowly, savoring the feeling of moving every inch in and out of
him. Then for the following several thrusts, I moved quickly, as if I
urgently needed to plow the teenage ass and fill it with my seed. Then I
stopped completely and my son took over, fucking himself on my cock. During
those times, I fixed my gaze on the arch in my son's lower back where it
met the top of his bubble butt. Something about it turned me on. I wasn't
sure I would ever be able to explain why.

At one point, while Jeremy was riding my cock hard, Ryan appeared at my
side. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it up. I raised
my hands, allowing him to slip it off me. He tossed it onto the table then
leaned in and took my right nipple into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl
over it, then his teeth gently bite it. I placed my hand on my brother's
head and pressed.

A moment later, Tim appeared on my other side and did the same with my left
nipple.

With two men licking my nipples, a third one behind me talking dirty to me
and my teenage son riding my cock with his tight ass, I was in sensory
overload. My head was exploding, my body was trembling. I was breathing
heavily. I looked around and saw the other men furiously jacking their
dicks as they watched the scene before them.

I felt a tingling in my groin and I knew I would have an orgasm if I didn't
stop it. I wasn't ready to cum yet. I wanted to look into Jeremy's eyes as
I shot my load inside of him. I wanted to share the moment completely with
him. So with great self-control, I pulled my cock out of Jeremy's ass. My
son reacted quickly by trying to push it back in, but I gently pushed his
ass away.

Tim and my brother stopped licking my nipples. I gave them both a smile
then said, "Turn over, boy. I want you on your back."

Jeremy got onto his back. He spread his legs and pushed a few fingers into
his hole as he jacked his cock. I leaned over and sucked my son's young
meat into my mouth. It was covered in his salty pre-cum, the taste of which
ignited my cum lust. I looked forward to tasting my son's baby batter soon.

For the next few minutes, I sucked Jeremy's dick and balls while he
continued to finger his ass. At my side, I saw that Tim was on his knees
sucking my brother. My immediate reaction was selfishness. Their actions
possibly would have taken the focus off Jeremy and me. But I quickly let go
of that reaction, realizing that they had endured as long as they could. It
was time to let them enjoy themselves too. With my son's cock in my hand, I
turned to Ryan and said, "Join us?"

Ryan reached down and slid his hand into Tim's pants, presumably fingering
his hole. My brother asked, "You ready to get fucked?"

Tim stood and lowered his pants. His ass was small and hairy. Not as
enticing for me as Jeremy's and Ryan's, but I imagined his hole would feel
just as good as theirs. My lucky brother was about to find out for himself.

Tim backed up to the desk. Jeremy and I moved a few inches to the side to
give the man room to lie on it. With his pants at his ankles, he lay next
to my son and raised his legs into the air. Jeremy, always the thoughtful
boy, handed the man his bottle of lube. Tim thanked him for it and began
spreading the liquid onto his hole.

I stood up, gently moved Jeremy's fingers from his ass, and pushed my cock
back into his glove-like hole. Jeremy's eyes rolled up as he groaned. Tim
gave his own loud groan a moment later as my brother pushed his thick dick
into the man.

My brother and I looked at each other and smiled. There we were, the two
Malone brothers, fucking two hot holes while we held the guys' legs in the
air. We both raised our hands for a high-five and whooped loudly. We then
both looked down at our guys and proceeded to fuck their holes.

Jeremy stroked his pearly white cock as he looked at me and smiled. He then
looked over at Tim and Ryan, enjoying the sight of his uncle fucking the
big man. He placed a hand on Tim's. The man pulled his hand away at first,
but then looked into my son's mesmerizing eyes and gave in. He clasped
Jeremy's hand and continued to stare at him. Had Tim been more comfortable
with the idea of having sex with a teenager, I suspected he would have
kissed my son. But, I understood his reluctance and recognized that the
touching of hands while they both got fucked was a huge gesture on his
part.

I looked around at the other guys. The white-haired man was jacking his
dick over the face of the bearded man. The mysterious guy in the baseball
cap was standing to my left, no longer close enough to whisper in my
ear. Instead, he was now watching Jeremy as my son stroked his cock and
grunted each time I thrust into him.

The man with the basketball shorts had stepped to the other side of Tim and
Ryan and was waving his cock in front of Tim's face. Tim looked up at Ryan,
who gave him a small nod. Then the big man grabbed the long uncut cock and
sucked it in.

I looked down at my handsome son and had to kiss him. Spreading his legs
slightly, I leaned over and pressed my mouth to his. The touch of his lips,
then his tongue, began pushing me over the edge again. I once again was
ready to cum. I began huffing and puffing as I felt my balls tingle. I was
getting closer and closer. I straightened back up and thrust a few more
times. Then I felt my brother's fingers pinching my nipple. I glanced at
him and grinned. I looked down at my son and saw his amazing smile. Then
bam! My balls released their seed and my cock pumped the liquid into my
son's perfect hole. I grunted loudly with each pulse, making it clear to
every man in hearing distance that I was shooting a load deep inside the
young boy's ass.

The white-haired man cried out, "Breed that boy. Knock him up!"

I would later contemplate both of those phrases and how they could be used
to describe a man shooting sperm into an adolescent boy's ass. But at that
moment, my mind was only focused on the pleasure of doing just that. I
looked around and, to my satisfaction, every man's eyes were on me and
Jeremy. Every man was watching me fill my son with my nut butter. I smiled,
intensely satisfied.

As my orgasm ended, I leaned down to kiss my son again. I noticed he was
breathing nearly as hard as I, making me realize he was close to shooting
his own potent load.

I pulled my cock free from his hole and moved down so I could suck his cock
again. He sat up on the desk, placed his hands on my head and lovingly
caressed it as I worked on his meat. Post-cum dripped from my cock to the
ground as my body continued to experience intense sexual stimulation
despite having released a satisfying load deep inside my son a few moments
before.

Behind Jeremy, I heard coughing and grunting. I looked up to see if someone
was cumming. It was the white-haired man. He was shooting his white lava
all over the bearded man's beard. He appeared to be deliberately aiming it
for the man's abundant facial hair, not his mouth.

A few moments later, another loud grunt. This time, it was the man in the
basketball shorts filling Tim's mouth with his seed. I watched the big
man's Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed every drop.

I envied him. I wanted to be swallowing sperm. I sucked my son's cock back
into my mouth and pushed a finger into his well-fucked hole.

Jeremy let out a loud, "Oh my god!" He began fucking my mouth with quick
shallow jabs, maximizing the rubbing of my tongue against the tip of his
teenage cock. A few moments later, he released his scalding hot adolescent
load into my hungry mouth. As usual, it was a big one. Far too much liquid
for me to take. I swallowed as much of the almond-flavored baby batter as I
could, but sadly some of it leaked out of my mouth and onto the blanket.

Jeremy's body jerked uncontrollably as he fed me his nut butter. I enjoyed
knowing that it was an exceptionally good orgasm for him. My son had
enjoyed living out my fantasy as much as I had.

When his balls were empty, I released his cock and stood up for another
kiss. I shared the remnants of his cum with him as we devoured one
another's tongue. Still catching our breaths, we broke the kiss and hugged
each other tightly.

A few moments later, I heard the unmistakable sound of ass fucking. My
brother was picking up his pace. Jeremy and I both turned to watch my
studly brother fuck the big man who had brought us to this secret place. I
released my hold on Jeremy and stepped behind my brother. I placed my hands
on his muscular chest and begun rubbing his large pecs and his hard
nipples. I lined my cock up with his ass and pressed forward. I was only
semi-hard, but it was enough for my brother to feel it against his
crack. After every few thrusts into Tim's ass, he would stop to rub his own
ass against my cock. I knew that my brother would have stopped to let me
fuck him, if I had asked him to. But that wasn't my goal. I just wanted to
add to my brother's pleasure as he steadily worked up to a ball-blasting
orgasm.

Jeremy was lying next to Tim again. He was whispering in his ear. I
couldn't hear him, but I could guess that he was talking about how good it
felt to be fucked by my brother's thick dick. Tim's eyes were wild with
lust as he listened to my son and watched my hot brother plow his hole. He
was furiously jacking his dick. His body began to convulse and then cum
started dribbling out of his piss slit. It wasn't a powerful ejaculation,
but by the look on Tim's face, it was obviously as satisfying as any orgasm
could be.

Ryan scooped up some of the cum and smeared it on his dick. Then, after
pushing it inside Tim's ass again, he started crying out. I kissed my
brother's neck as he unloaded deep inside the man's warm hole. I held him
tight as I felt his body tremble. He appeared to be enjoying an orgasm that
was as intense as mine and Jeremy's.

When he finished shooting, Ryan leaned back against me. I held him steady
as he enjoyed the post-orgasm euphoria.

I continued to hold my brother's chest and to kiss his neck as he recovered
from his orgasm. I listened to his deep breathing and felt the strong
pulsing of his heart. I waited for him to give me a sign that he had come
back down to Earth. He finally grabbed my arms and gently pushed me away
from him.

Without saying a word, we began putting on our clothes. The man with the
basketball shorts had already left. The bearded man was still on his knees
in front of the white-haired man, suckling on the large flaccid cock. The
mysterious man with the baseball cap had stepped away from us and was
leaning against a nearby wall, fiddling with his phone. I whispered to the
guys, "I'll be right back."

I walked over to the mysterious man and asked, "Don't you want to get off?"

He didn't look up from his phone as he replied, "Nah, I only come to
watch."

I asked, "Did you enjoy what you saw?"

Then, for the first time, he looked into my eyes, allowing me to see his
handsome face. I didn't recognize him at all. So the amount of energy he
had devoted to keeping his identity hidden had been wasted on me. He had a
very clean-cut wholesome look. Short blond hair, expressive blue eyes and
thin red lips. He reminded me of a Mormon missionary kid who had come by
our house a few months before.

He studied my eyes for a few moments, then looked back down, hiding his
face again. He responded, "Yeah. It pushed several buttons for me. I'm
going to replay it again in my mind, that's for sure."

Feeling bold, I said, "When you're with your wife?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

I heard Jeremy's voice behind me as he approached with Ryan and Tim. I
extended my hand for a shake and said, "Take care, buddy."

Still hiding his face, he shook my hand firmly and replied, "You, too."

As we walked away, I looked back at him a few times. He doffed his hat to
me the final time I looked back. I was intrigued by the man. On a certain
level, I was sad that I probably never would see him again. I thought about
how frustrated he must have been, desiring physical contact with men, but
not allowing himself to act on those desires. I wondered what it would have
been like if I had discovered my attraction to men but hadn't had Jeremy or
Ryan to help me accept and embrace it. I suspected I might have been in the
same situation as the man in the baseball cap – curious, but unwilling
to act upon that curiosity.

Tim escorted us back to our car. He shook my and Jeremy's hand, then hugged
Ryan and promised to text him soon. As the big man walked away, I placed a
hand on my brother's shoulder and asked, "You gonna see him again?"

Ryan smirked and shook his head, "Nah, he didn't do much for me."

I chuckled, "But it looked like you enjoyed fucking him."

Ryan shook his head as he got into the car. His body language made it clear
he was not interested in talking about it further. I wouldn't push.

During the ride home, Jeremy and I discussed the experience we had just
had. We shared our thoughts on the various men and their actions. We also
shared how much each of us enjoyed being watched. Ryan joined in a couple
times with remarks of his own. He had enjoyed the experience too, but he
didn't have the enthusiasm that Jeremy and I had. Something was weighing on
his mind. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

Back at the cabin, Jeremy ran upstairs to take a shower and I plopped down
on the couch in the living room. It was time to give Beth a call. As my
wife and I chatted, I watched my brother. He prepared himself a drink then
headed out to the balcony and sat in a lounge chair. I needed to find out
what was putting him in such an uncharacteristically pensive mood. I rushed
my conversation with Beth, telling her that I was wiped out from all the
sun and needed to take a nap.

I then approached my brother, "You OK, Ryan?"

End of Chapter 22.