Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2016 01:39:33 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 6

Helping My Step-Son

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writing part of this chapter. If you haven't read any of his stories, I
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suggestions and support. I'm glad so many of you are enjoying Clint and
Jeremy's story. This chapter is a little shorter than the previous ones, as
it covers very little story time. But I hope you enjoy it just as much.

Chapter 6

As predicted, later that evening I began to feel conflicted about all that
had happened earlier in the day. Jeremy had told Brett about our
arrangement. That made me extremely worried that we were not being careful
enough. What had been a taboo secret, was now a shared experience with
another married man. I was also disappointed in myself for having enabled
Jeremy with respect to his addiction. I should have pulled him out of the
men's room as soon as I realized what he was doing in there. But instead I
chose to guard the door for him and eventually watch him.

But most concerning of all was what I had done with Jeremy while were alone
in my study. Although I had told myself I was just seeking a safe place to
talk when I suggested we go into the study, I knew deep down that I had
intended to get off with him. I knew that asking him to tell me the details
of his encounters would get me horny. I knew that I was doing it on purpose
as an excuse to feel my step-son's incredible mouth on my cock.

However, I had not preplanned all that we had done. It was in a lust-filled
haze that I found myself spreading his ass cheeks and staring at his
adolescent hole. It was the same overpowering lust that drove me to lick
his hole and to jack him off. At the time, it felt like the absolute right
thing to do. And it was mind blowing.

But now, with the lust no longer clouding my mind, I wondered what the hell
I had done. How could I have ever considered licking my son's ass? No
father, step or biological, is supposed to do that. And he is definitely
not supposed to jack his son off while doing so. But I had done both. And I
had enjoyed every moment.

What was happening to me? This had all started as my very reluctant way of
giving to Jeremy at home what he sought out in public places. But it was
becoming a daily thing and I was beginning to seek it out instead of
waiting for Jeremy to ask me for help.

I thought of Brett, so unapologetically bisexual. He seemed to be perfectly
content having sex with both sexes. Was that what was happening to me? Was
I beginning to like sex with Jeremy? Was I beginning to crave it? I
shuddered at that thought, while at the same time I felt my prick chubbing.

And what about Beth? I imagined her naked. Her beautiful curves, her ample
breasts, her warm wet pussy. They were all exciting to me. And I had gone
far too long without being allowed to touch them. I had to have them that
night. I was horny for my wife. But more than that, I needed to prove to
myself that the arrangement with Jeremy wasn't changing me.

As we prepared for bed, Beth began to apply lotion to her newly-tanned
skin. I saw my opportunity. I took the lotion from her and said, "Let me,
Honey." I began applying the lotion softly to her skin. She sighed into my
hands, enjoying the touch.

As my fingers massaged the moistening liquid into her breasts, I said, "You
are beautiful, Beth. Look at how this tan accentuates your perfect curves."

She swooned, "Awww...you're so sweet. But what about Lindsay, she is so
much skinnier than I am."

I knew this was a trap. It was so hard to compliment a woman without her
comparing herself to another. "She has nothing on you. She is skin and
bones, almost like a heroin addict. You, on the other hand, are like a
goddess. A woman in her prime, with a body that would make any man turn his
head."

Over the next 15 minutes, I slowly applied the lotion to every inch of her
body, while taking off her clothing. She didn't complain. My seduction was
working. I eventually found myself licking her nipples while fingering her
clit. Her clit was larger than average and was hard and excited. Her pussy
was dripping wet. After rejecting me for so long, she was receptive. I
lifted her up and carried her to our bed. I knelt between her legs and
pushed her knees apart. Her pussy lips opened as I spread her legs, her
hole was a bright pink. I kissed her deeply as I moved into position. As I
pushed forward, I felt the warm, wet lips of her tight hole spread to allow
me in. Kneeling, I grabbed the backs of her tight thighs and pulled her
onto me, my cock slipped all the way in with little resistance. I pumped my
dick into her a number of times. Then, I turned over so I was on my back
and I lay still as my wife started to thrust her pussy down against me. I
never moved as she worked my pole, gripping it tight, pushing her clit
against my pubic bone. When she was on top of me like this, she was in
heaven. She liked to control the position of my cock and her clit to
maximize her pleasure. Within minutes, she began to cum. I could see it on
her face; I could feel it in the shaking of her body. I could feel her
pussy clamp down on my dick and I could feel her juices flowing down,
enveloping my cock.

As I thrilled in her excitement, I knew she would lose interest soon after
cumming. As was our usual routine, it was up to me to get myself off before
that happened. I stared at her beautiful breasts as I repeatedly thrust
upward. Usually, this worked in seconds for me. She was a beautiful woman
and every time I was inside her like this, I couldn't last long. I braced
myself for a satisfying orgasm deep inside her.

But it wasn't happening. It felt good to be inside her. She looked
beautiful on top of me. But the encounter was lacking excitement. She began
thrusting again, trying to assist me. She knew too that it was odd for me
to take this long to cum. She looked into my eyes and tried to connect with
me to draw out my orgasm.

I thought at that moment, "Come on, woman! Say something dirty. Tell me how
much you like my cock. Tell me how much you want me inside you. Tell me how
you've been dying to have me fuck you for the last week and a half."

But she didn't. She couldn't. Sex was something she did quietly and without
expression. Even at this moment when it was clear that I needed extra
stimulation, she couldn't bring herself to give it to me. It was no use. I
was not going to cum.

So I began huffing and puffing, driving into her harder and harder. Then I
cried out, "Oh my god, Beth. That is so good."

She smiled down at me. I knew her smile was less about my pleasure and more
about the encounter being over. I had never noticed before, but she was a
very selfish lover. Not at all like her son. He was the least selfish
sexual partner I had ever encountered.

As I feigned recovery from my fake orgasm, Beth pulled off and ran to the
bathroom. I was glad that she had left so quickly. Had she stayed, she
might have seen that I was still hard and that there was no cum leaking
from my cockhead. By the time she returned to the bed, I had slipped my
boxers on and had pulled up the covers. She nuzzled up to me, an arm
resting on my chest. She kissed my pec and said, "Good night, Honey. Thanks
for such a great day."

I gave her a kiss and rolled over to go to sleep. I was even more
conflicted than I had been before. Was I no longer capable of getting off
with a woman? Or was the level of excitement in the encounters with Jeremy
making me unable to get off when an encounter was more mundane?

I tossed and turned in bed for a few hours. I couldn't stop thinking about
my failure to cum with Beth. My cock and balls ached. I had built up a load
while fucking my wife, I needed to release it.

At 3:00 a.m., I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I got out of bed and
headed to my study. As I passed Jeremy's bedroom door, I struggled with the
choice between asking for his help and just jacking off alone. Then I heard
the sound of the TV downstairs. Jeremy must have been down there.

I walked into the living room and saw my step-son lying on the couch. There
was an infomercial on the TV, so I knew he must have fallen asleep. He was
lying on his stomach. His shirt was pulled up slightly, exposing his waist
and his lower back. His shorts were also pulled out of place, revealing the
top of his butt cheeks and the top of his crack. It was an unintentional
pose, and it was sexy as hell.

I felt my cock begin to harden. For the first time, I imagined what it
would be like to fuck a guy's ass, Jeremy's ass. I imagined it had to be
tight and silky, if what I had felt with my finger was any
indication. Possibly not as naturally wet as a woman's vagina, but some
lube and spit could potentially remedy that. I thought of Brett and the
father in the beach bathroom both wanting to fuck my son's round creamy
white ass. They both had regular access to a woman's pussy, so their desire
to fuck Jeremy's hole must have been an indication that it was an enticing
idea. An experience that was at least as pleasurable as fucking a pussy,
and possibly more so. I still couldn't imagine how a man's prick could fit
inside such a tight hole, but it must have been possible by the way they
had insisted.

I reached down and touched the exposed part of Jeremy's buttocks. The skin
was smooth and the muscle was firm. I pushed a finger into his exposed
crack, suddenly wanting to reach further down and push it into his
hole. But I couldn't do so with him asleep. I wouldn't take advantage of
him like that. So I simply enjoyed the feeling of his glutes and crack.

I removed my hand and opened the fly of my boxers. I pulled out my
man-sized cock and began to jack. I had only been hard again for less than
a minute and yet I could feel the signs of an impending orgasm. I wondered
why fucking my wife had not been enough and yet merely touching Jeremy's
ass could get me close in a matter of seconds.

I decided to sit down on the couch next to him. I took off my shirt and put
it to the side. If I were to cum, I needed it to land safely on my stomach,
not on the couch or on Jeremy. I placed one hand on his ass and the other
on my cock.

At that moment the infomercial ended and a loud commercial came on. The
change in volume was intense and it woke up Jeremy. He turned over and
looked up at me. I had reacted quickly by removing my hand from his ass and
pushing my cock back inside my boxers.

Jeremy was disoriented at first, but he quickly understood what was
happening. Rubbing his eyes, he asked, "What time is it?"

I whispered, "It's 3:00 a.m. Time to go to bed."

But he knew I didn't want him to go. He could see my hard cock in my boxers
and he had felt my hand fondling his ass as he woke up. He grasped my hand
and placed it back on his backside. He lowered his shorts so his cheeks
were completely exposed. He pushed my hand down until my fingers were
touching his steamy hot hole. "Your hand feels good there, Clint."

I sighed and relaxed. I would not deny myself this. I needed to get off so
I could finally sleep. I pulled my cock back through the fly of my shorts
and began to stroke as I gently played with my son's tantalizing hole.

Jeremy lay still for a few minutes as he allowed me to explore his ass
while jacking my stiff cock. Then he gently pulled my hand away, stood up
and pulled off his shorts. In the back of my mind, I worried that if his
mother woke up, there wouldn't be enough warning for him to get his pants
back on before we were caught. But I looked at his naked ass and I didn't
care. I had tunnel vision. I needed to get off and Jeremy would be able to
help me.

He then got back onto the couch, this time on his back. He pulled his legs
up and presented his ass to me again. "Please put your finger inside me
again, Clint. It feels amazing when you do."

I licked my finger and pushed it in. And this time, instead of jacking my
own cock, I began jacking his.

He responded to my touch, "Oh my god, Clint. You make me feel so good."

It hadn't even been 12 hours since I had jacked him off for the first
time. And yet, here I was doing it as if it were normal behavior for
us. The difference was that this time, I could see his cock clearly,
whereas the previous time I hadn't been able to see it at all.

As I have described before, his teenage prick was about as long as mine,
but wasn't nearly as thick. The pearly white shaft curved down and ended in
a pink head. There was a small glistening drop of pre-cum on the head. I
used my thumb to rub it into his skin. A few moments later, another one
appeared. Before I could stop myself, I wiped that one with my thumb then
brought it to my mouth. I never before had thought of tasting pre-cum. But
at that moment, I was extremely curious. And I knew I was safe with
Jeremy. I could try whatever I wanted with him without worrying about
judgment or ridicule.

My son watched me as I licked the clear liquid from my thumb. I didn't know
what I expected, but I was surprised by the slightly salty taste. It wasn't
bad at all. I decided I wouldn't mind having that taste again, if the
opportunity presented itself. And it did, a few moments later. So I scooped
it up again and brought it to my mouth.

Over the next several minutes, I repeated that over and over. With my
finger buried deep in his ass, I jacked my step-son, while eating his
pre-cum whenever it leaked out.

Jeremy began to squirm, "Oh my god, Clint. I never thought I'd see you do
that. You are so sexy. And watching you eat my pre-cum is such a turn
on. Oh my god, I need to shoot."

Then, to my surprise, he clumsily got to his knees, straddled my lap,
pushed my finger back into his hole and started jacking himself. He rode my
finger like his mother had ridden my cock a few hours earlier. My hand and
finger ached as I did my best to hold them firmly in place for him. But my
discomfort was unimportant. My step-son's pleasure was the most important
thing at that moment. And, unlike with his mother, I didn't feel he was
being selfish at all. Yes, our current position was all about my finger in
his ass and his hand jacking his cock. But I felt that he was sharing his
pleasure with me, not just taking it.

He then said, "Put another finger in. Please, Clint. Another finger."

I did as he asked. I was shocked at how easily it slipped in. His tiny hole
was stretching open larger than I imagined it could. At that moment I
wondered if it was actually possible for a man's cock to fit inside there.

I didn't have time to contemplate that because a few moments later,
Jeremy's ass ring squeezed my fingers like a vise and he began shooting cum
all over my chest and my stomach. The first volley made me flinch. I was
surprised by it and unsure what I thought of having another man's cum on
me. But I quickly accepted it and actually began appreciated it. Each
scalding hot drop of his teenage spooge was confirmation that I had made
him feel good.

When he finished cumming, he gently pulled my fingers from his ass, then
collapsed into a sitting position on top of my cock. I thought he did it
simply because he was recovering from his orgasm and just needed to sit. I
didn't think he had any idea what it felt like for me to have my cock
pressed against his ass. I knew in that moment that I wanted the same thing
those other men wanted – to feel my cock sliding into his tight teenage
hole. And now that I knew two fingers could fit inside, I began to imagine
it might be possible for my cock to fit after all.

As I imagined the feeling of being inside him, he began to move. At first,
I thought he was about to step off of me. But instead I realized he was
grinding his ass against my cock. I looked into his eyes and I knew at that
moment I had been wrong. My very experienced son knew exactly what I was
feeling. He knew how men reacted to having their cock pressed against his
ass. He smiled. Then he spat on his hand and grabbed my prick. With his ass
pressed down against my cock and balls and his wet hand wrapped tightly on
my shaft, I couldn't help but imagine this was what it would feel like to
be inside him.

He only had to give me a few strokes in that position before I blew my
wad. I shot into his hand, onto my crotch, onto his ass. My cum was going
everywhere. And all I could think was how good it felt. My cock was only in
his hand, and yet I was cumming as if my cock were buried balls deep inside
his tight hole. I was in heaven as I released the load that had been
intended for his mother.

As I regained composure, I looked again into his eyes. He was smiling down
at me. "Did you like that?"

I nodded enthusiastically, but I could only croak out, "Very much."

He licked his lips then kissed my neck. He said, "God, Clint. You are
amazing. And your cum, I need to taste it." He then cleaned all the cum off
me with his tongue, like he had done the afternoon before. Once he had
cleaned as much as he could, he pulled off his shirt and began wiping my
stomach and crotch dry.

I pulled him into a hug, momentarily stopping his clean-up actions. I
whispered, "I should apologize for waking you. But it wouldn't be sincere."

He kissed one of my nipples and said, "You can wake me any time you need
to, Clint. I mean it. I love when you are with me. You are the sexiest man
I know. I wish I could spend all night in your arms."

I hugged him tightly again and held him for a few minutes. Then we stood up
and pulled our clothes back on. I placed a hand on his cheek and said,
"Thank you. We both should get to bed."

As we headed up the stairs, I watched his ass flexing inside his snug
shorts. Despite having just shot a load, I began to get aroused again.
Jeremy's actions made me suspect that all I had to do was ask and he would
allow me to push my cock into his beautiful ass. Prior to that moment, I
had been sure he had never been fucked before. But I was beginning to think
otherwise. He was far too aware of the power of his youthful ass. And he
had taken two of my fingers so easily and eagerly.

By the time we said goodnight and he closed his door, my cock was at full
mast-again. I went into our master bathroom and jacked out another load,
thinking of Jeremy straddling me, imagining my cock sliding in and out of
his tight hole. I slept like a baby after that.

End of Chapter 6.