Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2017 13:12:34 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 27

Helping My Step-Son

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Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and any resemblance to persons living
or dead is pure coincidence. This story depicts acts of physical intimacy
between male adults and adolescents, some of whom are related to one
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Chapter 27

Downstairs in the kitchen, Ryan and I put on the aprons and began cooking
up a tasty brunch. It took us a while because we spent more time playfully
touching each other than we did focusing on cooking. As I enjoyed the
interaction with my brother, I wondered what it would be like for two men
to be married. It felt natural to cook beside my brother while our hungry
young boys were busy doing who knew what upstairs.

Ryan made it clear that he was having similar thoughts. As I stood over the
stove, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. "I could get used
to this. You, me and Jeremy living together."

I pressed my body against his. "I was just thinking the same thing. But..."
I didn't finish the thought. I didn't need to. My brother knew what stood
in our way.

He continued to kiss my neck, "Do you really have to go home to her today?
I'm sure she wouldn't be too upset if you spent one more night apart."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I wanted it as much as Ryan did. But I shook
my head and said, "I'd like to stay here like this forever. But, no. I told
her that Jer and I would be home this afternoon." I paused for a moment,
then added, "I have to be careful if I want to continue doing this. I have
to find a balance."

Ryan placed his hands inside my apron, grabbing my cock with one hand and
my balls with the other. He growled into my ear as he fondled me, "She's a
lucky woman. Damned lucky."

I shut off the burners then turned around. I placed my hands on his hard
ass and said, "I think I'm the lucky one." I placed my lips on his and
shoved my tongue inside his mouth. I squeezed his ass as we kissed and
pressed our bodies together.

Before we could start anything hot and heavy, we heard Jeremy call from the
living room, "Smells good! I'm starved."

Hector added, "Me too!"

Ryan and I shrugged and released our hold on one another and resumed
cooking. Several minutes later, the four of us were sitting at the table
eating. What a sight we were. Two grown men with two stunningly handsome
teenage boys. Jeremy and Hector had put on shorts and t-shirts. Ryan and I
had discarded the aprons and sat naked. I smiled as I looked around the
table. There was an ease to the interaction between all of us that was
satisfying. For a fleeting moment, I thought, 'Who needs women?' I chuckled
at the crazy notion.

We were enjoying ourselves so much that neither Jer nor I wanted to
leave. We should have gotten into the car as soon as we cleaned up after
the meal, but we lay down together on the couch instead. We didn't start
anything sexual; we just held each other, taking advantage of our last
moments of freedom. Ryan sat in the reclining chair and Hector sat at his
feet. They touched each other playfully, not yet feeling as affectionate
toward each other as Jer and I obviously felt.

Jeremy's phone rang, bringing us back to reality. As my boy answered the
call, I looked at my own phone and realized it was nearly an hour past our
departure time. As much as I hated ending the weekend of bliss, we had to
get back home. My wife would be waiting for us. We got up, grabbed our
bags, said goodbye to Ryan and Hector, then hit the road.

Our trip up to the cabin a few evenings prior had been filled with tension
and anxiety. The return trip was quite different. In just a few short days,
my relationship with my son had become stronger and more intense. As we
drove away from our cabin paradise, I held my young lover's hand and
smiled. There was no tension, no anxiety. Just comfort with each other and
excitement about what the future held for us.

We were quiet for the first 20 minutes or so, as each of us was lost in his
thoughts. I didn't know what was going through my son's mind, but I was
thinking about all the things that had happened that weekend. Everything
from our reconciliation and first love-making on Friday night to our final
sexual encounter with Hector and Ryan that very morning. I had never had so
much sex in such a short amount of time. And, even though my balls ached
from being forced to produce so many loads with very little break between
each, my cock still managed to chub as I felt my boy's hand in mine and I
remembered the many hot sexual experiences we had shared.

I glanced at my handsome son and decided to do everything I could to have
more weekends such as the one we had just experienced. Surely, we could
come up with more father/son activities that would take us away from home
for a couple days at a time. I just had to be creative and start planning.

I said to Jeremy, "Could you call Uncle Ryan real quick and put him on
speaker?"

Jer dialed the number and my brother answered, "Hey, Jer. You guys forget
something?"

I said, "Hey Ryan, you're on speaker. Look. I have an idea. How do you feel
about you and me renting that cabin together each year?"

Ryan responded, "That would be awesome. It's not cheap, but if we put our
minds to it, I'm sure we can save the money. You think Beth will go along
with it?"

I looked at my son, whose face was bright with excitement. I winked at him
and nodded, "Jer and I will convince her."

I could hear the happiness in Ryan's voice as he said, "I'll ask the agent
today to keep our annual reservation on the books. We can discuss the
details when I'm back in town."

Jer put the phone down, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I can't wait
until next year!"

I laughed, "Me neither. But let's start planning some more getaways between
now and then. This weekend has spoiled me rotten."

Jeremy pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it. "I love you, Dad."

I placed my hand on his cheek and said, "I love you too, Son."

We spent the rest of the ride home talking non-stop. We reminisced about
the weekend's activities for a while. Then the conversation moved on to how
we would handle our relationship going forward. Despite Jeremy's youth, he
was surprisingly practical and mature when it came to the discussion of
maintaining secrecy. I expected to have to convince him to accept that we
wouldn't have the freedom we had just experienced at the cabin. But that
wasn't necessary. He understood full well that we would need to return to
an irregular schedule of intimacy.

As we approached the outskirts of our town, Jer asked, "Can we go to the
video store that Hector told us about? You know, the one his brother took
him to?"

I was surprised by the question. "You're too young to go there, Jer. They
wouldn't let you in."

He nodded, "I know. I just want to see what it looks like from the
outside."

I gave him an appraising look, then said, "Sure. We can drive by it."

A few minutes later, we got off the freeway and drove down a few side
streets until we reached the video store. There were four cars parked in
the lot. We pulled in and took a spot near the front door. I had never been
inside, so I found myself suddenly curious what it was like. I glanced over
at Jeremy and saw him studying the building and the cars parked outside
it. I suspected he was trying to imagine what it was like inside and what
the men who owned the cars were doing in there.

A man exited the store and held his hand over his eyes, blocking out the
bright sun. I saw Jeremy quickly turn to look at him. As the man walked to
his car, I wondered what he had done inside. There was no question that
horniness had driven the man to visit the place. Had he gotten off inside?
Maybe he had jacked off to a video in one of the booths? Or maybe he had
fed a hungry cocksucker through the glory hole that Hector and his brother
had shared? Or was he leaving unsatisfied, his cock still hard and his
balls aching for release?

I found myself getting horny as I imagined the possibilities. A few weeks
before, I wouldn't have considered any of those thoughts. But my whole
understanding of what went on in places like that had changed. And now I
couldn't stop imagining the sexual antics the men got up to.

Jeremy whispered, "I can't wait to be old enough."

I grinned. I remembered that feeling. "Don't be in a rush to reach 18,
Jeremy. You'll be my age before you know it and then you'll be wishing you
could be a teenager again."

Jeremy stared longingly at the door, unconvinced. He then asked, "Can we go
by the truck stop?"

I grabbed Jer's thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. "No, Baby. Not
today. We're nearly an hour late as it is. We need to get home to your
mother."

Jer looked up at me with a sad frown. "Aww, please, Dad. Just for a few
minutes. Just to see if anyone is having fun there today." He placed a hand
on my crotch and gently squeezed it.

My cock hardened immediately in response. The idea of sharing my sexy boy
with random men in a public place turned me on. My body was telling me to
give in and to take Jeremy to the truck stop. But my mind won out. I
gently, but firmly, removed my young lover's hand from my crotch and said,
"Not today, Jer. But I promise we'll go there together soon."

Jeremy's frown turned into a smile, "Oh my god, I can't wait. We're going
to have so much fun."

As we got back onto the road, Jeremy placed his head in my lap. He nuzzled
my bulge, ensuring that it didn't go soft for the remainder of the journey
home. I placed a hand on his head and stroked his cheek lovingly.

As we pulled into our driveway, we both let out a huge sigh. I wanted badly
to give him one final kiss before heading in, but we were back to
reality. The freedom to kiss one another whenever we wanted was gone. We
were back in a world in which we had to hide our secret carefully.

We smiled at one another and I said, "I want to kiss you right now."

Jer said, "Me too."

Beth opened the front door and called out, "You're finally home! Why are
you guys so late?"

I got out of the car and greeted my wife with a strong hug and a kiss. "We
got a late start and traffic was worse than I thought it was going to be."

She frowned at me, but appeared to accept my explanation. She then received
Jeremy's hug and said, "Well, I'm just glad you two are home."

I returned to the car to remove our bags while Jeremy charmed the fuck out
of his mother. "I missed you so much, Mom. I wish you could have been there
with us."

Beth responded, "Tell me all about your weekend, Honey. Did you have a good
time with Clint... your dad?" She glanced at me, acknowledging that
referring to me as "dad" was going to take some getting used to.

Jer began to share story after story of things that we had done during the
weekend. The excitement in his voice made it clear to his mother that he
had had a great time with me and his uncle.

I was awed by my boy's ability to jump in and out of the various aspects of
his life. One moment, he was a sex-crazed teenager who was addicted to
anonymous sex with strangers. The next moment, he was the tender, romantic
lover who held my hand and told me he loved me. And the next moment, he was
the perfect son, doting on his mother and talking about normal everyday
things with her.

For the remainder of the day, Jeremy and I both did our best to make his
mother feel like the center of our universe. She was eating it up, enjoying
the attention. Meanwhile, we traded smiles and furtive touches when she
wasn't in the room with us.

Later that evening, we relaxed in the living room. Jeremy seemed to have
abandoned his former spot on the couch in favor of a new spot on the floor
in front of me so he could tease me for hours with a perfect view of his
beautiful round ass. He playfully seduced me by "innocently" touching,
flexing and spreading his bubble butt. He knew the power his ass had over
me and he wasn't ashamed to wield it. He didn't need to look back at me to
know that he had my full attention.

Meanwhile, Beth was proving that absence truly does make the heart grow
fonder. She cuddled with me on the couch and told me how much she had
missed me. Late into the evening, she noticed my cock was hard and she
placed her hand on in it and kissed my neck. She was horny for me and she
must have assumed I was equally horny for her. She had no idea that it was
her son who was making me hard.

Eventually, Beth and I said goodnight to Jeremy and headed upstairs. We
fell onto the bed and had sex. I won't describe it as making love because
my mind was completely elsewhere. As my wife pleasured herself on my thick
cock, I enjoyed the physical stimulation her body was giving to me. But, as
I thrust inside her, it wasn't the physical stimulation that was bringing
me closer and closer to orgasm, it was the mental stimulation. My mind was
filled with images of Jeremy, my brother and Hector. And when I finally
began releasing my ball juice inside my wife, I was thinking of that first
night at the cabin when my cock slid inside Jeremy's ass for the very first
time. To this day, that is one memory that can draw the cum from my balls
in a matter of seconds.

After we both recovered from our orgasms, we relaxed next to one
another. Beth began discussing the police corruption scandal. I did my best
to act unaware of the details. My wife had no idea how close to home the
scandal was hitting and I was going to make sure it stayed that way. She
told me details she had learned through friends. It surprised me that so
much information could have gotten out so quickly. But I imagined most of
what she knew was just rumor. I looked forward to getting the actual facts
from Nick.

We eventually turned off the light and prepared to fall asleep. For nearly
an hour, I lay there yearning to go to Jeremy's room and to slip into bed
with him. Soon, I was rock hard again, horny for my son's body. I fell
asleep sexually frustrated. I know very few married men would understand
how I could feel that way after having just experienced a satisfying orgasm
with my wife. But those fathers who have horny sons waiting for them down
the hall will understand what I was going through.

The next morning, I woke up and my first thoughts were of Jeremy. I was
still horny for him and the fact that he wasn't the one beside me in bed
was making me seriously hate what our return home meant. I grasped my hard
cock and began gently stroking it while picturing my son's tiny pink hole
swallowing every inch.

I was really getting into it my morning jack off session when I sensed my
wife waking up. I guiltily pulled my hand away from my cock and headed to
the restroom to relieve my bladder. I was glad I usually woke up with a
piss hardon so there was no need to explain why I was rock hard.

I showered, then prepared a bath for my wife and helped her get into the
tub. I was amazed at how having an arm in a cast could make it so difficult
for her to do some of the most mundane tasks. As she settled in for a nice
bath, I kissed her on the forehead and said, "Just call for me when you
need me to help you back out."

I put on a robe and headed down the hall. My heart was beating fast and my
cock was tenting the robe. I was on a mission to find Jeremy. With Beth
stuck in the bathroom, unable to exit the tub on her own, I was guaranteed
several minutes of uninterrupted quality father/son time with my young
lover. He and I had to take advantage of every opportunity we could get.

I looked inside my boy's room, but he wasn't there. I felt a momentary
sense of loss, as if he were gone and I would never be able to make love to
him again. But then I headed downstairs and found him in the living
room. He was dressed in blue cotton gym shorts and a snug-fitting orange
tank top. He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoes. As soon as I saw
him, my cock released a load of pre-cum. My horniness for him was
overwhelming me. I needed to fuck his tight young ass.

I approached my teenage lover and kissed him on the back of his neck. "Good
morning, Son."

He looked nervously behind me, "Good morning, Dad. Is Mom up?"

I grinned, "Taking a bath. We have about 15 minutes to ourselves."

Jeremy turned around on the couch and wrapped a hand around my engorged
daddy dick. He smiled up at me, tilting his head up for a kiss.

I kissed his lips this time, then said, "Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm real
horny. Been thinking about touching you ever since we arrived home
yesterday. I need to... I gotta..."

Jeremy licked his lips, "Don't apologize, Dad. Come to me whenever you are
horny. Just tell me what you want." He gently stroked my thick cock as he
waited for me to respond.

Although one side of my mind was trying to convince me to feel guilty about
treating my son like a sex object, the other side told me to stop being an
idiot and to fuck the living daylights out of my son's hungry hole. The
latter side won this time. I said, "I need to fuck you so bad, Jer. So
fucking bad."

My son's gray wolf-like eyes sparkled as he smiled and jumped to his
feet. He grabbed my hand and guided me to the ground floor
bathroom. "Here?"

I nodded. I had been ready to pull his shorts down and fuck him right there
on the couch. But he had made a better choice. If Beth managed to get
herself out of the tub, she could easily catch us on the couch. The
bathroom was a safer place.

I pushed him against the sink, pulled the back of his gym shorts down and
spread his beautiful ass cheeks. I found his hole and began rubbing a
finger around it. I then pushed that finger into his mouth. He happily
sucked it in and covered it in spit. I then pulled my wet finger from his
mouth and pushed it into his hole.

He grunted as his body tensed in reaction to the sudden penetration. But he
pressed backward, encouraging me to continue.

With my finger massaging his hole open, I bent over, nibbled on my son's
ear, then said, "I'm sorry Jer. But I have to make this quick. I need to be
inside you before I burst."

Then, as he often did, Jeremy magically produced his tiny bottle of lube
and handed it to me. He said in response, "Fuck me, Dad. Any time you need
me, I'm yours."

I applied the slimy liquid to my shaft and, with only that minimal
foreplay, I pushed my cock inside.

Jeremy began to cry out, so I placed my hand over his mouth to muffle the
sound. I knew I was hurting him, but I also knew he didn't want me to
stop. He grabbed my ass and pulled himself onto my rigid pole, trying to
get me inside him as quickly as possible despite the pain. Within seconds,
I was balls deep inside my son's perfect ass.

Jeremy had stopped making sounds, so I released my hold on his mouth,
placed both of my hands on his hips and began fucking his tight, silky
hole. Everything about the encounter was pure animalistic sexual
hunger. There was no romance, no tenderness. Just my need to bury my cock
inside my son's sweet hole and to deposit my seed as quickly as
possible. That need had been building up for nearly 12 hours, starting with
the several hours spent watching his ass while he lay on the floor in the
living room. I needed to fuck my son and nothing was going to stop me.

For a couple minutes, the only things in the world that existed for me were
my cock, Jeremy's smooth bubble cheeks and his glove-like hole. I held onto
his hips as I pummeled his tight ass over and over again, enjoying the
exquisite feeling of his silky anal walls massaging my rigid cock.

When I finally looked up, I saw Jeremy's cute face staring back at me in
the mirror. Then I saw my own reflection. I had the look of pure
concentration, a man determined to drill his son's hole. We smiled at each
other then I shook my head and said, "Oh god, Jeremy. This is what I
need. Your ass... it's soo... oh god... it's what I need."

My son closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of my cock sliding in and
out of his hole. He whispered over and over again, "Fuck me. Oh god, keep
fucking me, Dad. Don't stop."

For several minutes, I continued to use my son's hole for my own
pleasure. I spent the entire time either looking down at his white bubble
butt as I held his hips and forced my cock in and out, or looking at his
handsome face in the mirror as I ran my hands up and down his smooth
teenage skin.

Then we heard Beth call out, "Clint? I'm almost done. Can you come help
me?"

With my cock embedded deep inside our son's amazing hole, I momentarily
stopped fucking as I responded to my wife, "Give me one minute. I'm helping
Jer with something, then I'll be right up."

She called back, "Okay."

Now, desperate to cum as quickly as possible, I began concentrating fully
on bringing myself to an orgasm.

Luckily for me, my son was of the same mind. He began fucking his ass back
onto my cock, helping to maximize my pleasure and to get me off quickly. He
then caught my eye in the mirror and said, "Give me your load, Dad. I want
to stand in front of Mom, holding your cum inside me."

That statement pushed me over the edge. Within seconds, I grunted and began
releasing my seed deep inside my boy's tight silky hole. As each load
traveled up my shaft and emptied into my son's rectum, I felt a wave of
deep satisfaction. As I held my son's hips and unloaded inside him, I
realized how much I appreciated the fact that Jer and I could enjoy a quick
animalistic fuck session just as much as we enjoyed long romantic
love-making sessions. He was the perfect sex partner for me.

My body jerked as my cock gave its final few pulses. Then I collapsed
against Jeremy's back and attempted to catch my breath.

I then realized that Jeremy was jacking his cock. I wanted to get to my
knees to suck him off and drink a morning batch of his succulent adolescent
cream. But the moment I began pulling out, he grabbed my leg and said, "No,
stay inside. I'm about to shoot."

A few moments later, his ass tightened like a vise, and he began flooding
his shorts with his potent teenage jism. I gently kissed his neck as he
emptied his adolescent balls. I wished I could have been eating the tasty
liquid, but I was content knowing that my boy had cum the way he had wanted
to – with his daddy's dick deep in his ass.

We remained still for a few moments, enjoying the post-orgasm
euphoria. Then both of us regained our composure and moved quickly. I slid
my cock out of his ass and he quickly pulled his shorts back into place
over his bubbly cheeks.

Jer turned to face me, placing his hands on my chest. He gave me a quick
kiss then said, "You know, that's the first time you've ever fucked me in
this house."

I placed my hands on the top of his bubble butt and began to say, "Oh Jer,
I'm sorry it was so..."

My son interrupted me by placing a finger on my lips. He said, "Stop
that. I love that you were so driven by your need for my ass. It was fun!"

I smiled and kissed his finger, then said, "It was, wasn't it?"

Jer kissed me again, then said, "You gotta get to Mom."

I released my hold on my son and moved him aside so I could use the sink. I
rinsed the lube and cum off my cock.

Jeremy took some toilet paper and wiped the lube off his ass and the cum
off his crotch. He then inspected the huge wet stain on the front of his
shorts. He grinned at me and said, "I need to change before going for my
run."

We headed upstairs together. When we reached his room, I placed a hand on
his arm and whispered, "I want to fuck you again right now."

Jeremy giggled, turned around and pulled his shorts down, giving me one
final look at his beautiful butt. He then stepped inside to change into a
fresh set of shorts.

I continued to the master bedroom where I helped my wife get out of the
tub.

A few minutes later, Jer called out, "I'm going for a run. I'll be back in
a little while."

I grinned as I imagined my son jogging around our neighborhood with a fresh
load of my ball cream buried deep inside his ass. I was already wondering
when I would be filling him up again. Damn! I really had been spoiled
rotten by the non-stop sex at the cabin!

No sooner had I thought about the cabin than my phone buzzed. It was a text
from Ryan. 'Heading home after lunch. Will go to park event with
you. Looking forward to meeting cop.'

I smiled. My brother and Nick had fooled around with one another
anonymously in the men's room before, so they technically had already met.
But that evening, I would be introducing them formally. Images of my
brother and the burly cop touching one another ran through my head. My cock
hardened again. My poor balls were never going to get a rest.

End of Chapter 27.