Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:24:23 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 11

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 11

The following morning, Beth and I got ready for work while Jeremy slept
in. When I stepped outside to pick up the morning paper, I saw that Jeremy
had parked his car in the driveway, blocking mine from exiting the
garage. I decided to wait until after Beth left to deal with it. A half
hour later when we were kissing good-bye, Beth opened the garage door and
said, "Uh oh. Jeremy's got to learn where to park."

"Yeah, looks like it. I'll get him to move it." I stayed in the doorway as
Beth got in her car. "Have a great day." Beth headed to work.

I went upstairs and knocked on Jeremy's door, which felt odd considering
how many times recently I had just walked in to get naked with him. But
this time I wasn't looking for sex, so it seemed like I should knock. Yeah,
I know it was twisted logic.

He didn't respond, so I stepped inside. He was asleep on his bed, his
sheets on the floor. He was completely naked, having left his shorts off
after our late night encounter. He was on his stomach, so his pearly white
bubble butt was in plain view. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and blood
rushing to my cock, as I sensed the temptation to fool around with my
step-son before heading to work. But I couldn't be late, so there was no
time for extracurricular activities.

I stepped up to his bed and placed my hand on his ass, enjoying the feeling
of the smooth skin. I shook it and said, "Jeremy."

It took a few shakes for him to wake up. He wiped his eyes and looked up at
me. As soon as he was awake enough to realize who I was and that I had my
hand on his bare ass, he smiled and said, "Good morning. Is Mom up?"

He must have thought I was there for an early morning sex session. It took
every bit of willpower I had not to start one. I removed my hand from his
ass and said, "She left for work. But I need you to move your car. It's
blocking mine."

His smile disappeared as he stretched. I looked at his morning hard-on and
felt another temptation to start a sex session. I didn't have time for
that. But, feeling slightly playful, I grasped his teenage cock with one
hand, while I used the other to cup his face and give him a good-morning
kiss. Pleasure exploded in my brain as I felt his lips touching mine
again. I wanted nothing more than to strip off my clothes and to roll
around in bed with my step-son all morning. I teased him by pushing my
tongue between his parted lips, then stepping back and saying, "Come
on. Get up. I can't be late for work."

He dutifully jumped out of bed and pulled on his shorts, stuffing his hard
cock inside. The bulge looked obscene, but hopefully he wouldn't be in
public long enough to be seen by the neighbors. He pulled on a t-shirt and
slipped on his boat shoes. He retrieved his keys and we headed down the
stairs. When we reached the bottom step, we were about to part ways – I
would head to the garage; he would head out the front door.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a strong bear hug. He then
gave me a quick kiss and said, "Have a good day at work."

I pulled his head back to mine and kissed him deeply. "See you at lunch
time."

As I pulled out of the garage and the driveway, I waved good-bye to him. I
was struck by how much this resembled Beth and me saying good-bye every
morning. For a split second, I wondered what it would be like for Jeremy
and me to be a couple, sending each other off to work each morning. I
dismissed that thought as ludicrous and focused on preparing mentally for
my day at the office.

That morning at work was a busy one. I had been leaving the office early so
often in the past week that I was getting badly behind. At least I wasn't
distracted watching my phone for an SOS text from Jeremy, since I had plans
to meet him for lunch. But I was still distracted by thoughts of him and
what we were doing.

A week prior, when I picked Jeremy up from the police station, I would have
said you were crazy if you had told me I'd be French kissing him a week
later. But in just a short amount of time, I had gone from covering my eyes
while my step-son sucked me off, to craving his touch, his lips, his
presence. We had started something special. I didn't know what it was. And
when I tried to define it based on social norms, I couldn't. It simply was
what it was. My step-son and I were having sex and a strong emotional bond
was forming.

But there was more. Jeremy had opened my eyes to a side of my sexuality
that I had never imagined existed. I was not only craving my step-son; I
was beginning to crave sex with other guys too. My brother and Hector were
the tip of the iceberg. I wanted to go back to the park men's room to
experience again the thrill of sexual activity with anonymous men. I even
looked at our teenage mailroom guy and thought about pulling him into the
supply closet and feeding him my cock. I wanted the freedom to have sex
with whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted. It was the freedom that Jeremy
had. I wanted to experience it too.

And then there was Jeremy. We had started all of this with the intention of
helping him get over his addiction to public sex. But I had begun to
understand its allure and I was having a hard time believing any more that
Jeremy needed help staying away from it. I couldn't even say that he needed
to be more careful. He was doing it in a men's room where the main door
screeched loudly enough to give ample warning that someone was entering the
facility. He was arrested without actually being caught engaging in
sex. The officer that had arrested him seemed to have known what was going
on even before he entered the bathroom. It wasn't that Jeremy was not being
careful. It was completely out of his control. The officer had been tipped
off to the activity somehow. Even if Jeremy had been fully dressed when the
officer arrived, I suspected he would have been arrested anyway.

I decided my focus would be on helping him moderate his behavior. The issue
was not the public sex itself. It was the addiction to it. It seemed to
have control over him. I understood Jeremy's need to be with multiple sex
partners. He was young, good looking and horny. Why not experience sex with
a variety of men? He just needed to balance it with other activities in his
life. Ryan had mentioned to me that he was going to start taking Jeremy to
the gym. Perhaps that would be one way of bringing a little more balance
into my son's daily activities.

I also thought that Officer Pfeiffer could help. He seemed like a fairly
nice guy who was equally addicted to public sex. I would value his
perspective on the topic. Perhaps he could provide helpful advice for
Jeremy on how to keep his addiction in check. And I had an idea how I could
initiate that conversation with the cop.

At 12:15, the receptionist buzzed me to let me know Jeremy had
arrived. When I reached the front desk, I saw that the receptionist and
Julia – the coworker I had fantasized about when Jeremy gave me the
first blow job – were fawning over him. When they saw me, Julia
exclaimed, "Clint, why have you been hiding this handsome young man from
us? Look at how much he has grown since he was here last year. And those
eyes, what beautiful eyes." She turned to Jeremy, "Do you have a
girlfriend, honey?"

Jeremy shook his head, "No, not yet." He gave me a look of desperation.

Julia started to suggest he meet her daughter when I interrupted,
"Ladies. Leave the poor boy alone. Can't my son come by the office without
being accosted?"

I hustled him into the lobby, then watched the women out of the corner of
my eye as we waited for an elevator to arrive. They continued to talk about
my handsome step-son. I was afraid of the plans they were cooking up to get
him to meet their daughters. I apologized to Jeremy, "Sorry about
that. You're going to be the talk of the office for the rest of the day."

He smiled shyly.

As we stepped into the elevator, I suggested, "Let's get some take-out from
Angelo's. We can bring it back and eat in my office." There were other
people in the elevator, so I couldn't say anything too private.

The restaurant was only a block from my office, so we walked to it. We
ordered sandwiches then returned to my office. I introduced Jeremy to some
more of my co-workers, all of whom remarked on how handsome he was. When we
closed the door to my office, Jeremy asked, "Did you pay all of them to say
that?"

I laughed, "No, Jer. It was all genuine. You really are a very good looking
young man." I wanted to kiss him again. Unfortunately, all the offices had
glass from floor to ceiling. With the door shut, we couldn't be heard. But
we could be seen.

We sat at my desk and began eating. I said, "So, the minister. Let's talk
about what he asked you to do. What's his name, by the way?"

Jeremy said, "Bryce. Logan Bryce."

I began drumming my fingers on my desk feeling nervous about the
subject. "OK. I know why you want to help him. I get it. And I want to help
too in any way I can. But what he's suggesting – to blackmail Officer
Pfeiffer – that should be left as a last resort. Perhaps there's another
way to get the officer to drop the charges. Have you spoken with him since
the arrest? You said you had a friendship with him. Have you kept in
touch?"

Jeremy shook his head, "No, not at all. We pretty much only interacted when
we ran into each other at the park. I have his private cell number. But
I've only texted him a couple times. And not in the last week."

I was silent for a few moments as I tried to think of how to make my
suggestion. Then, as if on cue, Jeremy's phone buzzed. My heart raced,
convinced that we had somehow invoked the attention of Officer Pfeiffer.

Jeremy retrieved his phone and checked the message. "This is odd. It's
Lisa. She wants me to give her Ryan's number so Hector can get in touch
with him. You remember Hector, right? You met him last night – Lisa's
new boyfriend." He paused as he read the message again. "It's not right of
me to give out Ryan's number without getting his permission first, is it?"

I shook my head, "No. But you can offer to give Hector's number to
Ryan. Then it's Ryan's decision whether or not he wants to share his number
with him."

Jeremy quickly sent a reply. A moment later, he got a response. He said,
"OK cool. She says he wants me to do that. I wonder why he wants Ryan's
number?"

I had an idea. A very good idea. But I wasn't going to say it, most
especially since Ryan was only guessing that Hector was into guys. So I
made up another plausible explanation. "My guess is that Ryan was a mentor
to him. He doesn't want to lose touch. He seemed genuinely happy to see
Ryan last night."

Jeremy shrugged, "Yeah, he did." He then sent a text to Ryan. "There. Now
they're in touch."

He frowned as he set down the phone. I asked, "What's up? Did you not like
doing that?"

He shook his head, "No, I don't care. It's just that I'm not sure I like
Hector. I don't like the way he treats Lisa. I'm not sure if you noticed,
but he touches her constantly. He makes it look like they're sleeping
together. But she swears they have never had sex. She says he's all hands
in public, but when they're alone, he doesn't touch her. He tells her they
should wait until she's 18."

I raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like he has a good head on his shoulders. What
about that don't you like?"

Jeremy thought for a second, "He's playing with Lisa's head. When they're
alone, he's a completely different person."

I wondered if Jeremy would eventually figure out what was going
on. Apparently, Ryan was right. The kid was overcompensating. Lisa might
very well just be a beard for the young man. What better arrangement could
there be for a gay young adult? Date a girl who is underage, then use her
age as an excuse not to have sex. Very few people would figure out what was
really behind it. I tucked that tidbit away to tell Ryan later. Though I
suspected Ryan would soon be finding out for himself.

Deciding to get the conversation back on track, I said, "So Officer
Pfeiffer. We should be able to use your friendship with him as a way to get
through to him."

Jeremy took a sip of his soda, "How?"

I suggested, "How about you ask him to give me a call? Then I'll see if
he's interested in coming over to hang out with you and me at the house."

Jeremy nearly choked on his soda, "What? Do you mean to get together? All
three of us?"

I nodded, "Yeah, that's what I mean."

My son looked confused, "You'd be into that? But..."

He couldn't gather his thoughts, so I took the pressure off him by
explaining myself. "Yeah, I think I could be. Look, Jer. You and I, we have
something special going on between us. Something real special. If the whole
office couldn't see us right now, I would pull you into my arms and kiss
you. When we kissed for the first time last night, something inside me
clicked. It was amazing. It felt right."

He smiled, "Yeah, it was amazing. You surprised the heck out of me. I was
bummed when you went back to be with Mom. I wanted you to stay in my bed,
so we could kiss and hold each other all night."

I resisted the urge to reach out and hold his hand. "I wanted that too. I
hope someday we can actually do something like that. Spending a night in
bed together would be great."

I paused. What I was about to say was extremely important to say correctly,
"What we have together is our own special thing and we're going to see
where it takes us. But I know you have strong urges to be with other men
too. And I'm OK with that. Like yesterday with Ryan."

His head shot up quickly, surprised by my words. "You know about that?"

I smiled to reassure him, "Yeah, I came into the house yesterday while you
two were sleeping."

He lowered his eyes, as if feeling ashamed.

I said, "Hey. Look at me." He looked up, though reluctantly. "I'm telling
you this because I liked what I saw. It was good to see you in a safe place
with a man you know."

He still had the look of shame in his eyes, "Did you see us doing
anything?"

I shook my head, "No. When I got there, you guys were sound asleep." I
paused then said, "I was tempted to get into bed with you two."

His look of shame changed to a look of surprise, "What? You would have done
that?"

I shrugged, "I thought about it. I wasn't sure how you would have reacted."

He thought for a few seconds, then said, "I would have liked it. A lot!
Being in bed with both of you at the same time would have been awesome."

We both smiled. I was about to tell him about me and Ryan, when he asked,
"If you had joined us, would you have touched Ryan?"

"Would you have liked it if I had?" I asked in response.

He nodded his head enthusiastically, "Heck yeah. Oh my god, yeah."

I smiled, "Maybe next time I will. Ryan and I fooled around last night
while you were driving your Mom around."

He spat out the bread he had just placed into his mouth. "You did?! Have
you guys done that before?"

I chuckled, "No, never. I never even thought about any of this before that
first afternoon with you last week."

We smiled at each other. He studied my eyes, "Damn! You and Uncle Ryan. I
wish I could have seen that!"

I shrugged, "So that's kind of my point. You and I are experiencing
something special together. There's no denying it. But at the same time,
both of us want to have sex with other people too. Am I right, or am I
misreading the situation?"

He picked at his sandwich for a few moments, then said, "You're right. I
thought something was wrong with me. I thought I was some kind of mental
case because, even though I'm having these feelings for you, I still keep
wanting to go to the men's room to have sex with other guys."

I assured him, "There's nothing wrong with you. We're both of similar
minds. You have opened my eyes in the last week to a whole new world. It
scares the shit out of me whenever I think about it too much. But when I
relax and let it happen, I find I enjoy it."

We were silent for a few moments, then I got the conversation back on
course, "So, yeah, I mean it when I suggest that we find out if Officer
Pfeiffer would like to hang out with us. It could be fun. Would you be into
it?"

He nodded thoughtfully.

I added, "And if I get uncomfortable, I can just sit back and watch you
guys."

His gray eyes sparkled, "We could put on a show for you."

I grinned, "Yeah. And when we're all done, we can casually discuss Minister
Bryce's situation. The idea is to make it a non-threatening
conversation. Get a feeling for how he sees the whole thing. Hopefully he
can help without you having to blackmail him."

Jeremy shrugged, clearly unconvinced. "I guess so."

I took on a fatherly voice, "Trust me. It's the best way to handle the
situation. Plus, why ruin the friendship you have with the officer? I'm
confident this can all end well for everyone involved." I actually wasn't
confident at all. I had no idea if there was anything that could be done to
help the minister. But if anyone could do anything, it would be the
officer.

Jeremy's phone buzzed twice in a row. He read the messages and told me what
they were, "The first is from Ryan, thanking me for sending Hector's
information and reminding me to meet him at the gym at 3:30."

I nodded, already aware that Ryan was going to teach Jeremy to work out.

He continued, "The other was from my dad. Apologizing for missing my
birthday. I wish he had called. But I guess a text is better than nothing."
His mood had changed quickly. He was distracted and sullen. His father made
him feel that way whenever he contacted Jeremy.

I had never met the man, but I disliked him very much. Beth never had a
kind word to say about him. He had walked out on them when Jeremy was only
five years old. For all intents and purposes, he was out of their lives
completely. He would go for long periods of time without any contact at
all. Then out of the blue, he'd reach out to his son, usually with just a
short text message. Whenever he did that, he put Jeremy on an emotional
roller coaster. It was as if the bastard enjoyed getting Jeremy's hopes up
then disappointing him by disappearing again.

But I couldn't say anything to criticize the man. Jeremy became defensive
of him whenever someone said anything negative about him. So I held my
feelings about the jerk inside and hoped that I could be the type of father
Jeremy deserved.

I allowed Jeremy to have a few moments to think about his absent father,
then I said, "By the way, we almost got caught last night. Your mother came
looking for me. Luckily, I was in the kitchen at that point."

Jeremy's eyes opened wide. "Oh wow!"

I nodded, "Yeah. We have to be careful. If I had my way, I'd visit you
every night. But we can't risk it."

We finished our lunch and then I had to get back to work. Jeremy began to
leave, but then shut the door and turned to me, "I still can't believe you
and Uncle Ryan did it. Damn! I wish I could have seen that."

I ushered him out the door, saying, "You'll get a chance soon. I promise."

He had a huge smile on his face as he waited for the elevator.

The rest of the day at work and the evening that followed were absolutely
routine. As I lay in bed that night, I felt disappointed. It was the first
day in a week that I hadn't had sex. It felt insane to think that way,
considering Beth and I were in a pattern of sex every couple weeks or so. I
was now spoiled, expecting sex at least once a day, if not more.

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The following morning, I woke up hornier than ever. I was definitely
spoiled by so much sex and couldn't go 24 hours without getting off. After
Beth and I drove our separate ways to go to work, I was sorely tempted to
return home and to fool around with Jeremy. But I couldn't let my sex drive
affect my work life.

At around 10:30 that morning, I received a call from an unknown number on
my cell. I answered, "Hello?"

The man on the other end said, "Clint? It's Nick Pfeiffer. Jeremy said you
wanted to talk?"

My heart began to race. I hadn't expected this to happen so quickly. "Yeah,
thanks for calling. Could we get together to talk sometime soon? I need to
ask you a favor, but in private."

I thought he would ask for more information, but he came right out and
suggested, "How about this evening? Say, 6:00 at the picnic tables in
Lanken Park? You know the ones I mean, right?"

I did. He meant the ones right outside the men's room. "Yeah, I'll see you
then. I really appreciate this."

I called Beth and told her I would be working late. Since I had left so
early on Jeremy's birthday, I had a lot of work backed up and I'd have to
stay late to get caught up. It wasn't a complete lie; I would be working a
little late at the office before meeting the officer. She didn't even
question it. She said she had planned on having a couple girlfriends over
to watch their favorite show, so she wouldn't even notice I wasn't there.

I waited all day for an SOS text to come in, but Jeremy never sent one. I
was surprised, considering he now had a car, which would make it easier for
him to get to and from the park men's room. I made a mental note to ask him
what he had done all day.

At 5:45, I headed to the park. I found the officer sitting at one of the
picnic tables next to the men's room. I walked up to him and extended my
hand, "Thanks for agreeing to meet with me, Officer. I appreciate it."

He shook my hand and said, "Call me Nick."

I sat down across from him and asked, "Did Jeremy tell you why I asked for
this meeting?"

He scratched his beard. I saw the wedding ring on his finger. I hadn't
noticed it before.

He said, "No, he was careful not to say too much. I asked him to keep his
messages short, if he ever contacted me."

I nodded, "Well, since the day I picked Jeremy up from the police station,
I have been trying to help him with... umm... his addiction. He's been
scared out of his mind since that day. But he's having a hard time staying
away from this place." I nodded toward the men's room door.

Nick placed his elbows on the table and leaned in, "I'm sorry about all
that. I wish I could have spared him the fright. But there wasn't anything
I could do. He told you the details, I assume?"

I nodded, "Yeah, he did. I know you tried to warn him. He...I...we
appreciate that. So, I'm trying to help him channel his energy elsewhere
whenever he's tempted to come here."

Nick became momentarily distracted, watching a guy in his late teens
approach the men's room door. They nodded at one another. Then he turned
his attention back to me.

I took a deep breath. The officer would be the first person to whom I
admitted my arrangement with Jeremy. But it was a means to an end. And,
considering the man already assumed Jeremy and I shared a love of men's
room activity, it probably wouldn't come as a surprise that we were being
intimate. "I've tried to help him by making myself available to him. But
I'm new to all this and I don't think I'm enough."

Nick looked me up and down and said, "I wouldn't sell yourself
short. Jeremy's lucky to have such a helpful father."

I shrugged, "I'm just one man. He needs more. He's used to more. He told me
that you're one of his favorites."

He grinned, "He's one of my favorites too. He and I have spent a lot of
time getting to know each other. We've had many good chats at this very
table. He's a good kid."

Once again, he was distracted by another young guy approaching the men's
room. As with the previous one, he exchanged nods with him. This time, he
turned so he could watch him until he disappeared inside. I wondered if he
knew these guys or if he was just a brazen flirt.

It was time to say it, "Do you think you could help me? You know, help me
keep him satisfied so he isn't tempted to come here so often?"

He gave me an appraising look. His eyes were intense as he studied my
face. He then said, "Tell me exactly what you're asking me, Clint. I don't
want to make any wrong assumptions, not with something like this."

In order to avoid panicking, I had to remind myself that this was the man
who had been having sex with Jeremy right before the arrest. He was the man
whose hard uncut dick I had seen in pictures on Jeremy's phone. This was
the man with whom Jeremy had formed a friendship based on mutual love of
men's room sexual activity. And this was the man who had just openly
flirted with two young guys as they entered the men's room. There was no
doubt that the police officer enjoyed the company of men, especially young
ones.

I nervously said, "I want you to come to my house and help me satisfy my
step-son's sexual needs."

There was suddenly a huge smile on his face as he gave my arm a slap. "Ha!
I was just playing with you. I couldn't let Jeremy's cryptic message be
enough before meeting you. So I called him and made him tell me why you
wanted to talk to me. Hell yeah, I'm glad to help. I've been missing that
kid. And having you join us? Fuck yeah. I'm hard just thinking about it."

I was overcome with a sense of relief. Although the bastard had been
playing with my mind, I was still glad of the outcome. He licked his lips
as he looked at me. He was silent for a few moments before he said, "Do you
have more time? You wanna have some fun right now?"

I was shocked by the proposal. "Here? You and me?"

He shook his head as he looked at his watch, "No, I'm meeting up with a kid
in 20 minutes. He's Jeremy's age. I think you'd like him. I know he'd like
you."

I was about to say `no' when he added, "Let's just say this is your way of
proving you're on the up and up. You do this with me, then I'll know you're
not trying to trick me somehow. A cop's gotta be careful, you know."

I saw the gleam in his eye. I knew he wasn't really testing me. He knew
Jeremy and I were serious. But, I sensed that I couldn't really say `no' to
him either. He then handed me his phone, showing me a picture of the
kid. He looked very similar to Jeremy. His blond hair was cut in the Bieber
fashion and he had green eyes and big full lips. Not exactly like Jeremy,
but close enough to make me interested.

I nodded, "Sure. My wife doesn't expect me home until 8:00 or 8:30."

"Great! Let's get a move on then." He stood and said, "Let's head over in
my car. It will help avoid neighbors' questions."

As we drove to the boy's house, Nick explained to me how he knew him. Nick
was one of several police officers who volunteered for an outreach program
that provided assistance to families of male convicts. They assisted the
single mothers and their children by doing things the father might normally
have done. One day they might help with household repairs, another day they
might drive the children to school and sporting events while the mother was
at work. It sounded like a great program and he seemed to be very proud of
his involvement with it.

He had met the kid with whom we were about to get together through the
program. His mother worked evenings, so she needed assistance with getting
her son to and from after-school activities. He explained that he and the
kid started fucking after Nick had spent only a couple evenings with
him. Nick began going over to the kid's house once every couple weeks to
fool around with him. The mother simply thought he was performing volunteer
duties.

My heart was beating fast. Without my own car, I felt I was trapped, unable
to escape if the situation freaked me out. Additionally, I was doing
something very wrong with a police offer who seemed to be a combination of
a model citizen and a degenerate pervert. By taking me to have sex with an
underage kid, was he gathering his own leverage to use against me, if it
came to that? I began sweating, worrying that I was about to make a huge
mistake.

We pulled into a driveway and I saw the boy riding his skateboard on the
pavement. He was wearing a wife-beater tank top and oversized shorts with
the waistband pulled down beneath his boxer brief-clad buttocks. I
wondered, as I always did when I saw kids dressed like that, how he kept
his pants on. As we got out of the car, the boy approached us with his hand
extended for a shake. "Hello, Officer Pfeiffer." He said this loudly, as if
to convince the neighbors that it was just a police officer coming over to
perform his volunteer duties.

Nick shook the boy's hand and said, "Dale, meet my friend Mr. Nelson. He
just joined the program as a volunteer. I'm teaching him the ropes."

For a moment, I was confused. Nick knew my real name. Why had he used
another? I was about to correct him, but Dale extended his hand for a
shake. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Nelson. Please come inside."

I suddenly thought I understood. Nick introduced me with a false name to
protect my identity. My appreciation for him went up a notch.

We walked into the house and shut the door. Nick stepped behind Dale and
wrapped his arms around his torso. He hugged the teenager from behind and
said, "This is Mr. Nelson's first time. We're going to show him what we do
and we'll let him join us, if he feels like it. You up for that, little
guy?"

Dale stroked Nick's arms while looking me up and down, "Sure, just like we
did with Mr. Evans the last time you were here, and Mr. Mills on
Valentine's Day."

I stifled a gasp. I was on the verge of freaking out. I had come to terms
with having sex with my own step-son and my own brother. But this, this
felt dirty. This felt extreme. I was experiencing a sudden fight or flight
sensation. My vision began to narrow and my leg muscles began to tense,
making themselves ready for the quick escape. But I had nowhere to go. I
was in a strange neighborhood without my own car. I took several deep
calming breaths and the sense of panic waned.

Nick gave Dale a gentle nudge, "Come on, Son. Let's go into the living
room."

I followed them, my eyes drawn to the teenager's ass cheeks. I had a new
appreciation for the style of dress. As if reading my mind, Nick placed a
hand on the boy's lower back, then he slid it inside the white boxer
briefs.

My cock began to chub. I was definitely no longer panicking. Instead, I was
getting very interested.

Nick sat down on the reclining chair and said, "I've had a hard day at
work, Son. Why don't you help me relieve some tension before your mom comes
home?"

Dale knelt at the foot of the chair and began caressing the cop's legs,
"I've missed you, Dad. I get so lonely all day waiting for you to come
home. Do you think about me while you're at work?"

Nick put his hands behind his head and relaxed, "I do, boy. I get hard at
my desk thinking about you. I watch the clock, counting the hours until I
can come home to you."

I sat down at the far end of the couch. I was beginning to
relax. Apparently, they weren't expecting me to join, at least not yet. So
I could sit back and just watch them roleplay. I pawed at my hardening
cock.

Dale rubbed his face against Nick's crotch, like a dog rubbing against its
master's leg. "Oh Dad, you're already getting hard for me."

Nick gyrated his hips, grinding his cock into Dale's face. He then glanced
up at me and said, "Yeah, Son. I'm getting extra turned on by having your
uncle watch us."

OK. So I was the `uncle' in this roleplay situation. I could handle that.

Dale turned to look at me and flashed a smile. "Me too." He then lifted
himself slightly so he was no longer sitting on his heels, but kneeling
with his ass up. I knew he was doing that for my benefit, to flaunt his boy
cheeks at me. His butt wasn't nearly as developed as Jeremy's muscular
bubble butt, but it was a nicely curved one. I felt a surge of lust as I
imagined pulling his briefs down and exposing the skin underneath.

Dale then unzipped Nick's fly and pulled out the policeman's cock. As soon
as it came into view, I realized it was even bigger in real life than it
appeared in pictures. My eyes opened wide. I had seen schlongs that size in
porno videos. But I was amazed to see one on a regular guy. I would later
learn that it was 9.5" long. But at that moment, I just knew it was the
longest cock I had ever seen in real life.

Dale licked up and down the shaft, savoring every inch of the uncut tube
steak. He said, "Is this mine tonight, Dad? You're not going to make me
stop so you can save it for Mom, are you?"

Nick responded, "No, Son. You make me feel a hundred times better than she
ever does. It's all yours tonight, little buddy."

Dale then pulled back Nick's foreskin, revealing his purple cockhead, and
wrapped his lips around it. At first, he simply licked around the cop's
cockhead and the very top of his shaft. But then he pulled off and spat a
few times onto the shaft. Then he wrapped his lips around it again and
slowly lowered himself onto it. I watched in amazement as the teenager
valiantly tried to swallowed the entire thing. He stopped about half way
and gagged.

Nick hissed in appreciation, "Yeah, Son. You're getting real good at taking
my cock. Have you been practicing?"

Dale pulled off the officer's prick and I heard him take a huge breath. As
he wiped the spit from his mouth, he said, "Yeah, I've been practicing on
my math teacher, Mr. Jenkins. He comes by right after Mom goes to
work. He's not as big as you, but close enough to help me practice."

I listened intently, trying to figure out what was roleplay and what was
reality. Did Dale's math teacher really come by to get sucked off by the
boy? Or was this just part of the fantasy the two of them were creating? I
made a mental note to ask Officer Pfeiffer later.

Nick responded, "That nasty fuck. He could ruin his career if he got caught
with you. I hope you make it worth the risk."

Dale nodded, unable to speak as his mouth was full of cop cock again.

I watched as Dale worshipped his mentor's huge cock for several
minutes. Nick continued to say things like, "Suck the cock that made you."
"Your mouth feels so much better than your mother's." "No father is as
lucky as I am."

I was nearly trembling with sexual excitement. So much of what he was
saying was hitting home for me. Mine was not the cock that had made Jeremy,
but everything else he was saying were things I either said or thought
about when I was with my step-son.

Nick eventually looked at me again and said, "Hey baby brother, why don't
you come over and get some of this?"

I stood up and walked over to them. Dale looked at the bulge in my pants
and said, "Wow, Uncle. Can I suck you too?"

I nodded. I had felt weird about the situation when it first started. But
at that point, my entire body was so incredibly turned on by what was
happening that there was no way I could have said `no'.

He opened my fly and fished out my hard cock. He held it in his hand and
looked up at me. "You have a beautiful cock, Uncle." He then turned to Nick
and asked, "Are you sure you're OK with me sucking your brother's dick,
Dad?"

Nick nodded, "I'm more than OK with it, Son. I want to see you with other
men, especially with my brother."

I couldn't believe how much this encounter was paralleling real life. I
felt the same way about Jeremy and Ryan. I wanted to see Jeremy and Ryan
together. I wanted to see Jeremy with other men too.

Dale then wrapped his lips around my cock and I felt the amazing mouth that
Nick had just been feeling. Warm, wet, with a talented tongue. I watched
his young face as he swallowed the first several inches of my meat. The
sight was incredibly exciting.

Deciding to join the roleplay, I said, "Damn, brother. Why haven't you
shared him with me before?"

Officer Pfeiffer responded, "I wasn't ready until today. But now that I see
you two together, it's fucking turning me on." I smiled, once again
enjoying the similarities to my real life situation.

While sucking my cock, Dale unfastened my pants and lowered them to the
ground. He then pulled my boxers down. As soon as my balls were in view, he
cupped them in one of his hands and said, "Wow, Dad. His balls are bigger
than yours. I bet they are full of cum."

Nick stood up from the chair, his cock jutting from his fly, and stepped
around next to me. He grasped my balls with one of his hands and weighed
them. He looked in my eyes and said, "Fuck yeah. You have a nice big load
for your nephew?"

I looked down at his hand on my genitals and nodded. I knew I wouldn't have
a chance to be with Jeremy that night, so there was no point saving
it. "Yeah, one that has been cooking up all day."

Officer Pfeiffer then used his other hand to grasp my cock. He continued to
look in my eyes as he fondled my balls and stroked my cock. I suspected he
was watching me for signs of discomfort. And, on a certain level I was
feeling very uncomfortable. He was only the second man I had allowed to
touch me like that. And on top of that, he was a police officer and we
we're having sex with a teenager. There was a lot to be uncomfortable
about. But the discomfort paled in comparison to the pleasure I felt. I
liked everything about the situation.

Nick sighed and I glanced down to see that Dale had resumed sucking his
cock while the officer played with mine. He leaned in closer and brought
his mouth to my ear. I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead, he
simply wanted to whisper in my ear. "You're so lucky that you can do this
for real. I can only fantasize about it. But you really do have a son at
home who is willing to take care of your needs. You have no idea how lucky
you are."

I surprised myself by responding, "What about your own son?" As much as my
mind told me it was wrong to encourage incestuous thoughts in the man, my
cock and heart were telling me to ask, hopeful that he too could have a
special bond with his son, like I had with mine.

He let go of my balls and used that hand to grab me by the nape of my neck
and pull our heads tightly together, "You have no idea how much I want
that. I don't have the courage to take that chance. I use Dale, and other
boys like him, as substitutes."

He then pulled away and began unbuttoning my shirt. In moments, I was
naked, with my pants and boxers at my feet. He ran an appreciative hand
over my chest, then he began taking his own clothes off. I was impressed
with Nick's body. He hadn't struck me as an in-shape guy, but now that his
clothes were coming off, I saw that I was wrong. He was well built with
nice biceps and nice pecs. His chest was covered with a thick pelt of brown
hair. He had a belly, most likely from too many donuts, but it looked good
on him. He didn't have Ryan's sculpted body, but he didn't need it. He had
his own manly sexiness. I saw the tattoo above his pubic hair, recognizing
it from the pictures Jeremy had shown me. As I ran a hand over his pecs and
down his belly and looked down at his monster prick, I understood why
Jeremy considered him one of his favorites.

Now that my cock was free, Dale switched back to it, sucking it in once
again. Nick took one of my hands and placed it on his own cock. At first, I
only tentatively grasped it. But within seconds, I fondled it with
determination and courage. It was big. It was heavy. It was hot to the
touch. I was sure I could feel the blood pulsing in the large vein that ran
along the side and over the top. But more intriguing than its size was the
foreskin. I had only touched Ryan and Jeremy's cocks, neither of which was
uncut. So this was my first time touching foreskin. As I stroked the skin
up and down, I was fascinated by the sensation. Almost like a glove sliding
over the skin of a hand. I explored his cock for several minutes while Dale
sucked my cock and Nick stroked my chest and flicked my nipples.

The amount of stimulation I was feeling was beginning to have an effect on
me. I realized that I would blow my load if we continued in that position
for much longer. Nick's body holding mine, his hard cock in my hand, and
best of all, Dale's hungry young mouth sucking my thick dick. All of those
sensations were bringing me to the boiling point. But before I could reach
the point of no return, Nick stepped away from me and said, "How would you
like to watch me fuck my boy?" At the same time, he gently pulled his `son'
off my cock. Dale tried to keep it in his mouth until the last second, but
he obeyed his `father'.

I realized at that point that Dale was still fully dressed. Just like
Jeremy, the kid appeared to be perfectly content being the one giving the
pleasure.

Pulling myself out of my lustful haze, I said, "Yeah. I have never... I'd
like to see that." For some reason, I felt self-conscious admitting my
limited experience. Nick, ever the consummate policeman, picked up on my
slight discomfort. He leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, "I know
this is new to you. I hope you're not uncomfortable."

I placed my hand on his hairy chest and said, "Let's just keep going before
I think too much."

He gave my earlobe a lick, then turned his focus to Dale. While Nick and I
had been having our side conversation, Dale had retrieved a large beach
towel and had placed it on the couch.

Nick then began taking off Dale's clothes. I was surprised by how young he
looked. He was Jeremy's age, but his body looked a couple years younger. He
was definitely well into puberty, as I could see underarm hair and facial
hair. But his body was smaller than Jeremy's. I preferred Jeremy's body
over Dale's. Hands down. No questions asked. But I did understand the
appeal of the young body. He had a cute little butt.

And Nick clearly loved the boy's body. As soon as Dale's clothes were off,
Nick began kissing the teenager's chest, nipples and stomach. He then
turned him around and I saw the boy's cock for the first time. It was rock
hard, standing out about 5 inches and surrounded by a bush of blond pubic
hair.

I grasped my cock and held it. I didn't dare stroke it, as it would have
taken very little stimulation to bring me back to the verge of an
orgasm. Dale waved his hand, beckoning me to get closer to them. But I
simply stayed in place, afraid that any touch the boy gave me would trigger
my balls to release their brew.

Dale closed his eyes and moaned. I glanced back toward Nick and saw that
the cop was holding the boy's small butt cheeks apart and had his face
buried in his crack. I felt a tingling in my gut and I quickly released my
hold on my cock. The mere sight of the big masculine cop eating the
adolescent's young ass was enough to make me shoot. I knew the pleasure
both the man and the boy were feeling. At that moment, I wished Jeremy were
with us so I could get to my knees behind him and match action for action
what Officer Pfeiffer was doing to his `son.'

After a minute or so of eating the teenager's ass, Nick stood and slapped
it. "How do you want it, Son?"

Dale said, "I want to sit on it. I want to see if I can take more of it
this time, Dad."

Nick smiled, "Stop when it hurts, buddy."

The policeman sat on the couch, his monster cock jutting up from his lap. I
glanced back and forth between the two of them and wondered how in the
world such a large object could fit inside Dale's hole. I knew I was about
to find out.

Dale picked up a jar that was sitting on the coffee table. I hadn't seen it
before; he must have brought it out with the beach towel. He took the lid
off then scooped out some of the substance inside. It was a gooey white
liquid that slowly dripped from his fingers as he pulled them out of the
jar. He applied some to his ass, then he scooped up some more and spread a
liberal amount on Nick's huge piece of meat. The lube dripped slowly down
the shaft and onto his balls. I knew at that point why the towel had been
placed down. The lube they were using was going to get everywhere. Best to
contain the mess with a towel.

Dale then stepped onto the couch, facing Nick. The cop placed his hands on
the boy's legs and spoke words of encouragement as Dale squatted down,
aiming his hole at the huge cock.

Once Nick felt Dale's ass touch his engorged cockhead, he grabbed each of
the boy's cheeks and spread them. The boy moved a little lower then cried
out, "Ahh!" He began taking quick breaths.

Nick soothed him, "It's OK, Son. It's your daddy's dick. It isn't going to
hurt you. Breathe and relax like I taught you. Yeah, that's it. Oh
yeah...you're doing great, Son. My head is inside you. The hard part is
over."

Dale arched his back slightly and I caught a glimpse of Nick's large cock
penetrating the boy's hole. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I swooned
with lust. I couldn't wait to do that with Jeremy. I couldn't wait to feel
my cock entering my son's tight hot hole like Nick's was entering Dale's.

Dale then straightened his back and began grunting. Nick said, "Yeah, baby,
take Dad's cock deeper inside you. Your hole feels really good, Son. This
is why I look forward to coming home each night. You are the best son any
father could have."

The boy lowered himself a little more, then stopped. Nick squeezed the
boy's ass cheeks and asked, "Are you OK, Son?"

With a slight tremble in his voice, Dale responded, "I'm OK. I just wish I
could take more. I want to feel it all inside me."

Nick then did something surprising. He pulled the boy's face to his and
kissed him. Up until that point, there had been no intimacy on that
level. Even when Nick and I had been face to face, I had gotten the sense
that he wasn't the kissing type. But there he was, lovingly kissing the
boy.

He stopped the kiss long enough to say, "I love you, Son. I don't care how
deep I can get inside you. Just as long as you let me in, that's enough for
me."

They kissed again, then Dale straightened back up. He began slowly moving
up and down, fucking himself on the top few inches of the cop's cock. Nick
held onto the boy's ass as he watched his face intently. It was an amazing
sight to watch the young boy fuck himself on his `dad's' dick. He
occasionally switched up the angle, for a few seconds fucking straight up
and down, then placing his hands on Nick's legs and leaning back toward me
and fucking himself at a 45-degree angle, then leaning forward, placing his
hands on Nick's chest so he could kiss the man while fucking himself. That
last angle was the most exciting for me, as it gave me the best view of the
large cock sliding in and out of the boy's hole.

My phone buzzed. I reached down and retrieved it from my pants. It was a
text from Ryan. I opened it quickly and read, `Found someone. Go to this
site and let me know.' I felt more butterflies in my stomach as I realized
the plan to have Ryan teach me to fuck a guy was coming together.

I didn't go to the site. I would do that later. I put my phone away and
returned my attention to Dale and Nick. The boy was still impaling himself
on his pretend father's cock. He was saying, "Oh god, Dad. You're so
big. Why don't you come to me more often? I need your cock inside me"

Nick smiled, "I'm inside you right now, Son. That's all that matters."

Dale then stopped all motion and said, "Fuck me like you fuck Mom."

The boy lifted himself off the man's cock and lay on his back on the
couch. Nick lifted the boy's legs and aimed his cock at his young
hole. Then, as if suddenly remembering I was there, he turned to look at me
and said, "Hey, Brother. Why don't you keep my son's mouth occupied while I
give him what he wants?"

I hesitated for just a moment. As much as I wanted to rejoin them, I had
felt a sense of safety standing off to the side just watching. But safety
be damned. Pleasure was more satisfying. I stepped up to Dale. He grabbed
my cock and sucked it in. Had he done that a few minutes before, I would
have immediately flooded his hungry mouth with my nut butter. But I was no
longer as close to shooting as I had been before. Luckily, the break I took
while watching them fuck was enough to calm my body. But, it wouldn't take
long to get me back to the boiling point.

Nick was back inside the boy and was slowly fucking his young hole while
holding his legs for balance. I wondered how much willpower it took to
moderate his fucking, not to push all the way to the hilt inside the boy's
ass. He seemed to know just how much of his cock the boy could take and
never pushed further than that.

I watched in fascination as I enjoyed this new angle. I saw Nick's cock
pull out, then slide slowly back inside. I saw Dale's much smaller teenage
cock jerk and leak precum every few moments. I looked into Nick's eyes and
he said, "You like watching this? You like watching your older brother fuck
his son?"

I nodded, "Yeah, Nick. I do."

He then nodded toward Dale's face and said, "If you like having your ass
eaten, my boy is a pro."

Dale didn't wait for me to react, he pulled my cock out of his mouth and
began pulling on my leg. I lifted it and stepped onto the couch. Within a
few moments, I was straddling the young blond kid and I was lowering my ass
to his face. Nick was smiling and nodding at me while he continued to
slowly fuck Dale's ass.

Dale spread my cheeks and began licking my hole. It felt as good as when
Jeremy did it. Pulses of pleasure traveled from my ass to my cock and I was
once again on the verge of an orgasm. I ground my ass against the boy's wet
tongue as I watched Nick thick cock slide in and out of his young hole. I
began jerking my cock with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other. I
was getting real close. Then Nick began pinching my other nipple. That put
me over the edge.

I felt my balls tighten, followed by my sperm traveling up my cum tube. A
second later, thick ropes of cum shot from my cock and landed on Dale's
torso. My head spun as Dale continued to eat my hole as my cock pulsed
several more times. And even after my balls were completely empty, I
remained sitting on his face. I wanted the pleasure to last.

Nick let go of my nipple and whistled, "Damn! Look at my son all covered in
your cum. What a fucking hot sight." He scooped up some of my ball juice
with the tip of his fingers and he spread it on one of his hairy
nipples. He began pinching it and his body began jerking. His eyes started
to gloss over as he lost focus, then he pulled his cock out of the boy's
hole and cum started spewing out of his purple cockhead and onto Dale's
stomach, mixing with mine.

Dale stopped eating my ass and cried out, "No! Inside... I want it inside
me!" He lifted his ass and Nick pushed his tube steak back inside.

Dale grabbed his teenage cock. After only a couple strokes, he shot his own
wad onto his torso, mixing it with mine and Nick's. Meanwhile, Nick's body
continued to jerk as he shot the remainder of his load into Dale's
ass. When he was done filling his `son' with his seed, Nick's eyes regained
focus and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He smiled at me and said,
"Fuckin A, that was hot."

I stepped off the couch and squeezed the final drops of cum from my cock. I
wiped it on the towel and said, "It sure as hell was."

Nick pulled out of Dale and the boy quickly started wiping the cum and lube
off his body and pushed it up into his ass. He didn't care whose cum it
was; he just scooped it up and pushed it inside. When he was done with
that, he used the towel to wipe Nick's cock dry. He gave it a final suck
before the cop began pulling his clothes back on.

I used a corner of the towel to wipe Dale's saliva off my ass and to wipe
off the post-cum that was already leaking from my cock. I then started
getting dressed too.

Dale said, "Nick, I need a ride to my softball game on Tuesday night. Are
you available?"

The police officer responded, "Sure. Just ask the Center to put me down for
it. What time do you need me to pick you up?"

Dale had gathered the towel and the jar of lube and was giving us body
language that made it clear it was time for us to go. "4:30, I think. Game
starts at 5:15."

I chuckled. It was amazing how easily they had gone from roleplaying
incestuous father and son to returning to reality where they were
underprivileged kid and volunteer cop.

Nick pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket and placed it on the
table. Dale retrieved a pen and signed it. "Thanks for..." he lifted the
paper and read it, "...fixing our sink. Yeah, boy, that leak was terrible."
The two laughed. I suspected there was a fake home repair to make every
time Nick came over to fuck his `son'.

We said good-bye to Dale, then headed to the car. During the drive back to
my car, Nick asked, "Did you have a good time?"

I nodded, "Yeah, it was fun. At first I was a little freaked out, but in
the end it was good."

Nick said, "I've met a couple other boys like Dale through the
program. Just give me the word and I'll introduce you to them. You'd be
amazed how many boys without fathers are looking for male affection."

I smiled and nodded, unsure how I felt about Nick exploiting the kids'
circumstances that way. But, if they all had Dale's attitude toward the
whole thing, I didn't think any of them were complaining. My cock started
chubbing slightly. I gave it a squeeze. I was beginning to rely on my baby
maker to let me know how I was really feeling about things. Since it was
hardening, it was clearly telling me I liked the idea of meeting some more
of Nick's young friends. I imagined Jeremy joining us, which made me even
harder.

I suddenly remembered something from earlier in the evening, "I wanted to
ask you... when Dale said he practiced sucking cock on his math teacher,
was that real? Or was it part of the fantasy you guys were acting out?"

Nick shrugged, "Hell if I know. Could be real, could be made up. The kid's
really good at roleplay. He's also a big boy slut. He was sucking dick long
before I met him. So it's entirely possible one of those guys is his math
teacher."

I nodded thoughtfully. I wondered if Ryan knew of a math teacher named
Mr. Jenkins. It was a long shot. I didn't even know if the man was real or
not. And if he was real, he might not work in the same district as my
brother. My curiosity was killing me. I had to ask Ryan when I got a
chance.

Nick pulled up next to my car. "I'm happy to help you with Jeremy. Let's
just figure out a time and place. You can use my private cell to contact
me."

We shook hands and I stepped out of his car. As he drove off, I began to
get excited. I had so much to tell Jeremy when I got home.

End of Chapter 11.