Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2017 18:56:14 -0500 From: GH Jock Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 15 Helping My Step-Son Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 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 another. If this content is distasteful to you or illegal for you to consume, please stop reading now. Thank you to all the readers who continue to give me feedback and encouragement. I appreciate the passion many of you feel for this story. Your feedback motivates me to keep writing. Thank you! Chapter 15 I stood and followed Ryan into the bathroom. My brother turned on the water in the shower and stepped inside. He held open the door for me. I shook my head, "Nah, you first. I gotta take a piss." He frowned, taking my rejection personally. I reached in and groped his dick. "If I get in there with you, big brother, we probably won't make it out before Megan and the kids get here." He smiled and closed the door, satisfied that my rejection was practical, not personal. I pissed while he began showering. Then I leaned against the counter and said, "Hey, have you talked to that boy Hector at all since Jeremy's birthday?" From the shower, Ryan responded, "Yeah. We exchanged a few texts. He and I are going to work out on Monday together. Why do you ask?" "Jeremy told me something interesting about him. Do you remember how he couldn't keep his hands off of his girlfriend at Jeremy's party? Well, apparently, when they're alone, he doesn't touch her at all. They've never had sex. I'm thinking that means he might be into guys after all." I said this, hoping he already knew more and would reveal it. He responded, "No shit? Sounds like it to me. Hmm... I hope so. Damn, I want to fuck that boy's ass!" I smiled. I did too. He stepped out of the shower and I got inside. As I started soaping up, he began drying off. He asked, "Hey, you were going to tell me why you said, `Wow,' when you were fucking Joseph. What was that about?" I explained, "Well, when I thought about my cock using your cum as lube inside his ass, I remembered our night with Stacey Mulligan. After you fucked her and passed her over to me, I thought you might have dropped a load inside her. Tonight I realized that way back then I was turned on by the idea that my cock might be sliding around with your cum. It took me 16 years to realize that." He laughed and said, "Well, I'm glad it turns you on. Maybe we'll share a lot more holes together from now on. Hell, if our suspicions about Hector are right, maybe his will be one of them." I grinned. I liked that idea a lot. I finished my shower and dried off. Then, as we got dressed, I remembered Dale – the young boy that Officer Pfeiffer had shared with me. He had mentioned a math teacher who fucked him regularly. I said to Ryan, "Completely different subject. Do you know a math teacher named Mr. Jenkins?" Ryan thought for a few seconds, then said, "Can't say that I do. Where does he teach?" I shrugged, "No clue. I don't even know if he's a real person." I proceeded to explain the story of going to Officer Pfeiffer's house and how Dale mentioned a teacher during the roleplay. Of course, Ryan was more interested in the details about the threesome with the cop and the young boy than he was in the possibly fictional math teacher. So our conversation switched gears and I told him all the sordid details. By the time I finished, Ryan was rubbing his semi-hard cock through his shorts. "Damn! I gotta meet this cop. I like the way he thinks." I chuckled, "You've probably already met him. He hangs out pretty regularly at the park men's room. In fact, on the evening you and I encountered each other there, he walked in right after I walked out." Ryan shrugged, "Hmm...I might know who you're talking about. Hairy dude with a huge uncut dick?" I nodded, "Yeah, that would be him." Ryan said, "No shit, he's a cop? I've run into him a few times. I had no clue." I realized then that Nick probably was selective about whom he told he was a cop. Most guys would be afraid of messing around with him in the men's room, if they knew what he did for a living. By the look on Ryan's face, I gathered he was having the opposite reaction. The idea of fooling around with a cop seemed to intrigue him. When Megan and the kids arrived, we were both fully dressed and all signs of our sexual activity were gone. I greeted my ex-sister-in-law and my nephew and niece. I took the kids into the living room while Megan and Ryan discussed logistics of the weekend. I glanced over at them a couple times, loving the fact that no one knew that a large load of my cum was embedded deep inside my brother's ass. I wondered if any of it was trying to leak out while he was talking with Megan. That thought made me chub a little. I overheard them discussing the lakeside cabin they traditionally rented every 4th of July. They hadn't cancelled this year's reservation and the plan originally had been for Megan to go with the children. But she was informing Ryan that her plans had changed and that she would be taking the kids somewhere else to spend the holiday weekend. I suspected, by her concerted effort to avoid details, that there was another man in her life and that the weekend would be spent with him. Ryan seemed not to care that she might be seeing someone else. He simply focused on the fact that the cabin was available to him. A few minutes later, Megan left. Ryan offered to walk me to my car. I kissed my niece and nephew good-bye and walked outside with my brother. When we were at my car, he asked, "Would you, Beth and Jeremy like to come to the cabin next weekend? I wouldn't have much fun all alone." The wheels in my head began to spin. A weekend at a lakeside cabin with my brother and Jeremy. That would be awesome. Of course, there would be the little matter of Beth being there too. But I was sure we could figure out how to have some alone time. I responded excitedly, "Sure! We have no concrete plans for 4th of July weekend. It will be fun." As I drove home, I replayed in my mind everything that had happened that evening at Ryan's place. The experience had turned out to be a whole lot better than I could have imagined. Fucking Joseph's ass was an amazing way to learn about anal sex. And fucking Ryan's tight hole was a perfect way to practice. Thinking about doing that with Jeremy made me get hard again in the car. I couldn't wait to feel my son's tiny pink ass lips wrapped around my cock. Beth was on the phone when I stepped into the house. She was talking with her sister about our plans to visit them the following day. I winced, remembering that I had hoped to get Jeremy and me out of those plans. It would have been the perfect way to have the house to ourselves for several hours. We could have used the opportunity to get together with Officer Pfeiffer and to discuss the minister's situation with him. I silently scolded myself for being so focused on the evening with Ryan and Joseph that I had forgotten to further Jeremy's goal of helping the minister. When she hung up the phone, Beth told me that there were a few changes to our plans. After her Spinning class that evening, her instructor invited everyone to join a 5-town bike ride on Sunday. Beth's sister, Eloise, and her husband, Keith, were avid cyclists. So she had invited them to join too. That meant we wouldn't be going to their place for a visit. Instead, they would be coming to our house. And they would be staying the night so they could all get up early Sunday morning and head over to the bike ride. I was annoyed by her decision to change our plans without first discussing them with me. I should have had a say in any plans that included hosting overnight house guests. But I was also secretly excited. This was working out even better than I had hoped. Had I actually gone through with the original idea of getting me and Jeremy out of the plans to visit her sister, Beth would have been really annoyed at me. But with the change of plans, Jeremy and I would have several hours on Sunday to ourselves. And I wouldn't be guilty of making a selfish decision in order to make it happen. Win win! To keep up appearances, I expressed my annoyance, laying it on real thick about how unfair it was for her to make such big plans without discussing them with me. But as soon as I was alone, I took the opportunity to send a text to Officer Pfeiffer, asking if Sunday would be a good day for him to get together with me and my son. I received a response from Nick about an hour later, while Beth and I were watching TV in the living room. `That works. Can I bring a friend?' My cock began to chub. I suspected the cop's friend was going to be a horny teenage kid. Hell yeah, he could bring him. I texted back, `Absolutely. Charity program?' `Yep,' was his response. I replied, `9am. Text first.' I chose that moment to bring up Ryan's invitation to spend the holiday weekend at the lakeside cabin. Beth agreed to the trip. But, as expected, she had some very choice words to say about spending a weekend with Ryan. She didn't want us drinking the entire time. And she wanted me to promise to spend quality time with her and Jeremy while we were there. I agreed to her terms, though I secretly only planned on spending quality time with my step-son. Well, if having sex with one's son could be called `quality time,' that is. Jeremy walked in the door at around 11:30. His mother had fallen asleep with her head in my lap, and I was flipping mindlessly through channels. His face lit up when he saw me. I pointed at his mother and put my index finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. He nodded and shut the door quietly. Jeremy put his bag down and walked over to me. He whispered, "I have something interesting to tell you." I grinned and whispered back, "Me, too." He knelt next to the arm of the couch, placing his head near mine. Without even giving it a second thought, we kissed. It was a quick peck on the lips. As we pulled away, we both looked down at Beth. She didn't react. She was sound asleep. So we kissed again, this time with tongues and for several seconds. My cock began to harden and I felt it press against Beth's cheek. I wanted to laugh. If she had woken up at that moment, she would have assumed I was getting horny from the feeling of her head pressing against my crotch. She would have had no idea that it was her beautiful young son who was turning me on with a simple kiss. Jeremy said, "I'm going to head to bed." He then licked my ear and said, "Come by to talk, if you can." Fucking tease. He knew he had me wrapped around his finger. He knew I'd be there. I smiled at him and said "I will." He then grabbed his bag and headed upstairs. I watched him the entire time. When he reached the top of the stairs, he lowered his pants and flashed me his ass. He hadn't needed to turn to look at me. He knew I was watching. My cock jerked. He disappeared into the hallway. A few minutes later, I woke Beth and we went to bed. She fell asleep quickly, but I waited about an hour anyway. I wanted her to be deep asleep when I went down the hall to be with her son. He was sitting at his desk, playing World of Warcraft. I stepped up behind him, placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the neck. Jeremy spoke into his headset microphone, "Hey, sorry guys. I gotta bail. Dad aggro." I continued to kiss him as he took off his headphones and logged out of the game. I stopped long enough to say, "If you want to keep playing, I can go back to bed." He picked up his headphones and said, "Great. Our raid group was doing real well tonight." I stepped around his chair to look at his face. I was surprised that he was choosing his game over me. Then I saw his evil grin and smacked his leg, "You jerk. I really thought you wanted me to leave." He laughed, grabbed my arms and said, "I was just teasing you. I'd never say `no' to you." I leaned down and gave him a warm, passionate kiss. Then I leaned back against his desk and began explaining the plans for the weekend. As I spoke, he pushed the chair away and stood up. He stepped between my legs and placed his hands on my chest. I placed mine on his hips, letting my fingers rest on his youthful bubble butt. When I told him about getting together with Nick on Sunday, I asked if he was OK with the officer bringing a teenager with him. He had been looking at my chest up until that point. But as soon as he heard me mention the other boy, he looked up at me and grinned. "Each man will have a boy, eh?" I squeezed his butt cheeks and kissed the tip of his nose, "Yeah, pretty much. But I'm hoping we all can have fun together. I'd like to watch you with Nick." He licked his lips and said, "I'd like to watch you with both of them." I pulled him into a tight hug. "You're so awesome, Jeremy. If you become uncomfortable at any point, please tell me." He nodded and said, "Sure." I pulled him away from me so I could look into his eyes again, "I mean it, Jer. There will be four of us in the room. But you will be the most important person to me. All you have to do is say `stop' and we'll end it. When all is said and done, it's all about you and me." He smiled, "...you and me. I like how that sounds." "So do I." I pulled him in for a kiss. Extracting his tongue from my mouth, he said, "I still have something interesting to tell you. So, I went to the movies with Hector and Lisa. She normally sits between us, but I sat next to him this time. After the movie started, I pressed my leg against his. At first, he pulled his away. Then after a while, he let our legs touch. Then I put my hand on my leg and let my fingers touch his leg. He squirmed a little bit. But eventually, he placed his hand on his leg and our fingers touched. We sat like that for pretty much the rest of the movie." I grabbed both of Jeremy's hands and slid my fingers between his, mimicking the touch they had given one another. "Holy cow, Jer. That's huge!" He grinned, "You're telling me! As soon as the movie ended, he pulled his hand and leg away. He could barely look at me for the rest of the time we were together. If I hadn't had to get to the babysitting gig, I would have tried to talk to him. But, I had to run." He rolled his hands in mine. "I realized for the first time how hot he is. I mean, he's freaking hot!" I gave my step-son a sexy grin, "He sure is. And it sounds like he's into you too." I paused as I considered the idea, then asked, "If you could be with him, what would you like to do?" He shyly looked away. I squeezed his hands, "You can be honest with me." He continued to look away, but he answered, "I'd like to eat his ass then suck his cock while Lisa is in the next room." I laughed, "You like doing that to guys with their girlfriends or wives nearby, don't ya?" He laughed too, "Yep. And yours is just down the hall." We ripped our clothes off and fell to the bed. Within seconds, we were kissing deeply while our hands explored each other's body. I had held him at lunch time, and yet, lying there in bed with him, it felt like it had been years since we had touched. Every time my skin came into contact with his, it felt like the first time. His body was smooth, slender, warm and exhilarating. I couldn't get enough of it. He rolled me over onto my back, got between my legs and started licking my balls and my shaft. He then lifted my legs and placed his tongue on my hole. I grabbed his head and pulled him up. I then said, "I want to eat your ass too. I've been thinking about it all day. I'm hungry for it." He flashed that amazing smile of his as he moved around. He straddled me, aiming his ass at my mouth and pulled my legs up so he could eat mine at the same time. I looked at his pink hole and swooned. It was as beautiful as ever. I dove in and began feasting on it. He tasted sweet as I nibbled on his ass lips and shoved my tongue inside. Meanwhile, my mind exploded from the sensations his tongue and mouth were giving me while eating my hole. We were two ass lovers, feeding on one another. For several minutes, the only noises in the room were our slurping, moaning, sighing and gasping for breath. I had eaten two other hot asses that evening, but neither had given me the joy that Jeremy's did. It meant so much to me that this perfect young man had chosen me as his special man. It meant even more to me that he wanted me to fuck him and yet was willing to wait until I was ready. I was ready. I no longer feared hurting him. I no longer feared doing it wrong. The only thing holding me back at that point was the desire to have it be a special experience. I could have fucked him right then and there, just like I had fucked Joseph and Ryan earlier that evening. But that wasn't how I wanted it to happen for the first time with my son. I didn't want to just fuck him. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted it to be in a setting in which we could be all alone for an extended amount of time. I wanted to be able to fall asleep in his arms afterward and wake up hours later and do it all over again. We had the rest of our lives for quick ball-blasting fucks. We would only have one opportunity for a first time. I was determined to do it right. And I was hopeful that, if no opportunity presented itself sooner, the trip the following weekend to the cabin on the lake would be that time. I felt my cock pulse and release a stream of pre-cum as I thought about making love to my son. A few moments later, Jer pulled his face out of my ass, lowered my legs and swallowed my daddy meat. I closed my eyes and imagined it was his ass swallowing my cock. Within seconds, I released my ball juice for the third time that day. I imagined the load had to be small, but he seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. I heard him moan and I felt his hole tighten on my tongue. My little cum drinker was enjoying his late night snack. As the orgasm ended, so did my energy. Even though I would have enjoyed eating his ass all night, I just couldn't keep it up. My head fell back as I let out a satisfied sigh. Jeremy pushed out the remaining drops of my cum, then he turned over and got onto his knees straddling my chest. His young body loomed over mine, very much like Ryan's had earlier. His pearly white cock was over my face. He was jacking it while staring down into my eyes. He reached behind and pushed a finger into his ass. At that moment, I realized how selfish I was being. So I reached up and pulled his hand away so I could put my finger inside him. He smiled and nodded his head, "Yeah, Clint. Right there. Oh my god, right there." I watched as the pure white nut butter spurted out of his cockhead and landed on my face and neck. To my surprise, I opened my mouth and tried to catch some of it. Jeremy noticed immediately and aimed his teenage cockhead right at my mouth. The final few spurts made it onto my tongue. And then I did one more surprising thing. I raised my head and licked a lone drop of teenage jism that was stuck at the tip of his cockhead. Jeremy was looking down at me in utter surprise. With a look of wonder on his face, he lowered his cock, tempting fate. Would I actually lick it again? Or had that been a one-time thing? I opened my mouth and let his cockhead touch my tongue again. This time, I grabbed his shaft and held his teenage meat right at the opening of my mouth. I squeezed it, coaxing out a few more drops of cum, each of which I licked from his piss slit. I kissed the tip, then pulled him down for a kiss. Just like Ryan had done with me earlier, I shared Jer's cum with him. Taking a cue from this, my son scooped up the cream that was on my face and on my neck and tentatively pushed his fingers into my mouth. I eagerly sucked the ball juice from his fingers. Then we kissed again, resuming the cum sharing. Jeremy broke the kiss and asked, "Am I corrupting you?" I laughed, "Yeah, I think you are. But I'm loving every second of it." Jer lowered himself to my side and draped an arm over my stomach. I smiled, thinking we were in the same position that he and Ryan had been in when I found them sleeping next to each other on his birthday. I wished we could have fallen asleep like that, but it was time to get back to my own bed. I gave him a final kiss and got up to leave. Before I exited his room, I turned back and said, "Someday soon, I will not leave you right afterward. I promise." He pulled his covers around his naked body and said, "I can't wait for that day." The following morning, Beth woke me up early. She was intent on cleaning the whole house before our guests arrived. I was annoyed again. It was only her sister and brother-in-law. It wasn't the Queen of England, for Pete's sake. But I knew well enough not to argue with her when she got into a cleaning frenzy. Aside from a break for breakfast and a pre-lunch snack, we never stopped working. By the time Eloise and Keith arrived in the early afternoon, we were exhausted and hungry. We greeted them with hugs and handshakes. As I grasped Keith's hand, I looked at him for the first time with a sexual eye. He wasn't the best looking man in the world, but there was still an air of sexiness to him. He was very thin from all his cycling. He spent so much time in the sun that his skin had a tanned, leathery texture, making him look like he was about 10 years older than he actually was. He was bald on top, but had a fair amount of salt-and-pepper hair on the sides and back of his head. He would not be considered model hot, but he had a sexy masculinity that made him attractive nonetheless. I held back a chuckle. Yeah, I had just checked out my brother-in-law. I supposed checking out men was now my new thing. After they had placed their overnight bags in the guest room, Keith suggested that we eat lunch at the diner at the truck-stop on the outskirts of town. He insisted that it had the best chicken fried steak in a 100-mile radius. I wasn't even aware that the diner existed, but if Keith recommended it, I was willing to try it. The truck-stop, as I said, was on the outskirts of town, right next to the main highway. The parking area was large and there were a moderate number of big rigs parked in it. The diner was across the lot from the fueling station. When we stepped inside, I was amazed by how busy it was. It was apparently a popular place to eat on Saturday afternoons. We were seated in a half-moon shaped booth. The sisters sat next to one another, with the husbands on either side of them. Jeremy sat next to me on the end. As we settled in, I felt my step-son's fingers touching my leg. He had `innocently' placed his hand on the bench cushion in just the right spot. My skin heated up as I looked around the table. Of course, no one could see his hand. But I still felt like all eyes were on us. But the sisters were gabbing away and Keith was telling me about the bike ride they had gone on recently upstate. I successfully feigned enough interest to keep him talking. Meanwhile, Jeremy became more and more bold. He had pulled out his iPad and was acting like he was playing a game. Had anyone looked closely, they would have noticed he was playing with only one hand. The other hand was now moving over my leg, toward my crotch. I reached down and grabbed his wrist. I gently pushed it away, without looking at him. I hoped that if anyone had noticed my arm movement, they would have assumed I was adjusting the napkin in my lap. I wanted to scold my son for doing something so risky in public. Deep down inside, I hoped he would try to touch me again. About 30 seconds later, I felt his fingers traveling over my thigh again. I reached down and grabbed his hand. This time, however, I didn't push it away. I held onto it as I was deciding if I would listen to the part of my brain that was saying, `Do not let him do that,' or if I would listen to the horny, risk-loving part of my brain that was saying, `Oh yeah, let the horny boy touch your cock. You know you're gonna like it.' As I looked around the table, I realized no one was paying attention to me at all. The sisters were deep in conversation and Keith was endlessly describing the bike trip. He was too engrossed in his own story to even care about what was going on underneath the table. I moved Jer's hand to my crotch and I let go. His fingers instantly found my hardening cock. This was the most brazen act that Jeremy had done with me and it was fucking exciting. At any moment, Beth could have looked down at just the right angle to see her son's hand massaging my crotch. Once again, the danger of getting caught fueled my desire. As Keith droned on about the bike ride, my mind drifted off, enjoying the pleasure of my step-son's hand squeezing my rock hard cock. Jeremy pulled his hand away every time the danger was too great – like when the waitress came by to take our orders and when Beth turned to me to ask a question. But otherwise, he continued the charade of playing a game on his iPad while secretly massaging my daddy dick. I was getting so turned on that I was almost visibly shaking. In fact, if he had kept it up for much longer, I would have been dangerously close to shooting a load into my shorts. I was reserving all my willpower for that moment when I'd have to make him stop before drenching my shorts with my ball cream. Luckily, the waitress came with our beverages before that happened. Jer put down his iPad and extracted his hand from my lap. He excused himself from the table and headed to the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my son ask an employee where the men's room was, then I saw him go to the other side of the diner and disappear into a corridor. I was sorely tempted to excuse myself too, so I could catch up to him and half-heartedly lecture him on the dangers of fondling me in public. But I dismissed that idea. He knew it had been a risky thing to do. But he also knew I had enjoyed every exciting second of it. Jeremy returned to the table a few minutes later, just as our food was arriving. Before he started eating, Jer took out his phone and sent a text. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I waited a few moments before retrieving it. The text from Jer said, `G-holes in b-room.' I quickly put the phone back into my pocket. I didn't want Beth to ask who had texted me, so I tried to act like it had been completely nothing. I needn't have gone to all that trouble. The sisters were still chatting and Keith was in a completely different world now that his beloved chicken fried steak had arrived. None of them even noticed I had received a text. I resumed eating. My mind whirled with images of men having sex in the bathroom. I couldn't believe an establishment like that would allow such activity. It was one thing in a park men's room where very little maintenance went on. But, in a diner like that, I was surprised that they allowed glory holes to exist. When Jeremy finished his food, he pulled the iPad back out and resumed fondling my crotch. It was even more dangerous at that point because his mother was now focused on her plate, not on her sister sitting next to her. I compensated by placing my arm in a position that I hoped would block her view. When I finished my lunch, Jeremy said, "Hey Clint, look at this. Any idea what I'm supposed to do?" He was acting like he was asking me for advice with a game. But what he was showing me was a note he had typed, `Go to exterior men's room. I'll follow.' I held my finger above the device and said, "I'm not sure, buddy. Which hallway did you go down?" He said, "The one to the left. I passed the first door and moved to the place back here. It's like a separate area. Do you think I should go there?" To everyone at the table, it sounded like we were talking about which direction he should go in the game. But what was really happening was Jeremy was telling me how to get to the glory holes. I said, "Yeah, try it." Then I took a deep breath. I was not 100% sure I should do as he was suggesting. My rational mind said it was too risky. But my horny mind, which was encouraged by the feeling of my son's hand squeezing my man meat, was screaming at me to go check the men's room out. So a few moments later, I excused myself. "I have to hit the head. Jer, where is it?" My step-son stood up and said, "It's kind of confusing. I'll show you how to get there." We walked away. I glanced back at the table to see if anyone was watching us. But they seemed to be completely oblivious to what we were doing. Jeremy was right about it being confusing. In the back of the diner, there were the standard men's and women's rooms. But right next to them was a hallway that led to another set of bathrooms. There was no sign indicating that they were there. I supposed people had to learn about them by word of mouth or by seeing someone go in or out of them. It was clear that the additional bathroom area was not originally attached to the diner. I couldn't tell if it was added later, or if it had existed before the diner was built and the attaching corridor was added later. In any case, it was definitely separate from the diner and there was no obvious way of knowing it was there at all. We walked down the corridor and I saw another door on the far end. A man entered through it and the light from the outside poured in behind him. I suspected that was the entrance for truckers who didn't want to go through the diner to get to the men's room. The wheels in my head were already working. A horny man could come here, park outside, and go into the bathrooms through the back entrance. No one in the diner would have any clue he was in there. Jeremy opened the door and we stepped inside. The room was huge. It had seven stalls – four on one side and three on the other, one of which was a large handicapped stall. Past the stalls, there were urinals on two of the walls and a long row of sinks with individual mirrors. It was kept very clean, and even smelled of cleaning products. The trucker who had walked in before us was walking up to a urinal right next to another man. They were silently greeting each other with nods. I immediately recognized the behavior. There were several other urinals the trucker could have chosen, yet he went straight for one next to the other man. Now that I was more familiar with men's room action, it was clear to me they were checking each other out. Jeremy led me to the stalls on the right and gestured for me to step into one. I did so and latched the door. He entered the stall next to mine. I saw the glory hole immediately. It was a large hole in the partition between our stalls. Large enough to put both my cock and my nut sack through at the same time. I saw the telltale streaks of dried up fluid all around the hole. There was no doubt what it was used for. I sat down on the toilet seat and peered through the hole. I could see another one in the far partition. I made a mental note to see just how many glory holes this place had. Jeremy leaned down and looked through our hole. He whispered. "Let me suck you." My heart began to race and my mind began to whirl. I couldn't believe we were about to do this. In a public diner. With our family just outside. But, I knew I wanted it more than anything at that very moment. Jeremy had successfully gotten me horny by playing with my cock at the table. And now he had led me into a sex den disguised as a men's restroom. Everything about what we were doing was making me so horny I could burst. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was dangerous. But both of those were the reasons I was getting so fucking turned on. I stood, unzipped my fly, and pulled my hard cock through it. I then stepped up to the hole. As soon as I felt Jer's lips on my cockhead, my knees buckled. Even though I knew it was my awesome son on the other side of the partition, the fact that I couldn't see him made it feel like an anonymous encounter. The excitement I had felt while fooling around in the men's room at the park had returned. I was reminded how much of a turn on it was to experience anonymous sex in a semi-public place. I closed my eyes and began fucking Jer's talented mouth. I got lost in the sensation of my cock sliding over his tongue and into his throat. The images in my mind went from Jeremy on his knees sucking my cock through the hole, to imagining an unknown man of unknown age or appearance being the one who was doing it. Either way, it was exciting. I was in heaven. I heard the flush of a urinal. Then a moment later, one of the men walked by our stalls toward the exit. I pulled out quickly and sat down. Despite being incredibly turned on, I was still thinking clearly enough to be afraid of getting caught. I sat there, fear driving my heart to race quickly. Then I heard him walk out the door. I began to relax, though I was keenly aware that the second man was still there. I heard a faucet turn on, indicating that the remaining man was washing his hands. Jeremy, meanwhile, was still on his knees and was tapping the hole with his fingers. I desperately wanted to push my cock back into his mouth. But I was intent on waiting for the other man to leave. Jeremy whispered, "Push it back through." At that moment, the second man walked up to Jeremy's stall and stood in front of the door. I couldn't tell what his intentions were. But I feared the worst. I was sure he had heard what my step-son had whispered and was about to raise hell. I prepared to call out to Jer to finish up and go, but the man stood in front of my stall and said, "Feed it to him, man. He's a teenager, you lucky bastard." I could see the man's eye peering through the gap between the door and the frame. I could also see movement down in his crotch area. I suspected he was stroking his cock. In a split second, I made the decision to go for it. Was it possible that the man was a cop? Sure. Was it likely a cop would say the things he was saying? Not very. Taking a deep breath, wondering if I was about to do something that would lead to my and Jer's arrest, I stood up and pushed my cock back through the hole. My son was still there and ready to swallow my cock whole. As Jeremy worked his magic on my thick cock, I watched the man through the gap. Occasionally, I could see his eye. But other than that, I could only see that he was standing there. Eventually, he moved back over to Jeremy's door. I imagined the view of the teenager sucking my adult cock was much more interesting to him than the view of me pressed against the hole. My excitement began to increase, knowing that a stranger was enjoying the show that Jeremy and I were putting on. I started pumping faster. I needed to cum quickly. I wanted to flood my son's mouth with my seed and I wanted the voyeur to witness it. Jeremy seemed to be just as eager because he responded by sucking me harder and faster. My son was hungry for my load and I was desperate to feed it to him. Moments later, I did just that. My shaft began to pulse and the first couple shots went into his mouth. But then he pulled my cock out and let the remaining cum fly free. The man cheered, "Fuck yeah!" I knew at that moment that my son, who usually wanted every drop of my cum inside him, was allowing it to fly free so our observer could see it. My son was a nasty kid. I loved that about him. As my head cleared from the sexual fog, I began to panic. We had been in the men's room far too long. Surely someone at the table was going to wonder where we were. We had to get back, and quickly. I pulled my cock out of Jeremy's mouth and out of the glory hole. I used some toilet paper to clean off his saliva. I then wrapped some around my cock to absorb the post-cum that was surely about to flow. I zipped up and stepped out of the stall. The trucker, with his cock swinging free through the fly of his jeans, stepped inside to take my place. I knew he was hoping to be Jer's next customer. On my way to the sink, I checked out the other stalls, confirming that the four on one side had glory holes, but the three on the other side did not. When I got to the sink, I noticed that Jeremy was still in his stall. I began to wonder if he was actually going to service the trucker. But he then opened his door and waved me over. I resisted the urge to lose my patience and to tell him we had to hurry. I stepped up to his stall and he pointed to the glory hole. The man's hard cock was sticking through it. It was about 6.5" long and very thick. He said, "Nice, isn't it?" I said, "Yeah. But we have to go. Come on." He smiled and nodded. As we walked to the sinks to wash our hands, he explained, "I just wanted you to see it. He got hard watching us, you know." I nodded, feeling self-conscious about discussing the man while he was in earshot. "I think you turned him on more than I did." He turned on the water in his sink and replied, "Yeah, but he cheered when he saw you shoot." He then pointed at wet spots on his shirt, "By the way, you came buckets. It was all over the floor. It took a lot of toilet paper to wipe it up." So that was why he was delayed in exiting the stall. I grinned, "I would apologize, but it's all your fault." We laughed. Then, as we washed our hands at the sink, we smiled at one another in the mirror. Jeremy loved having sex through glory holes in public bathrooms. And we had just shared that experience together. I knew that he was the happiest boy on Earth because of it. And even though a small voice in my head said I was supposed to be weaning him off this behavior, I chose to ignore it. I was glad to have experienced that with Jeremy. It had been as exciting for me as it had been for him. And I knew at that moment that I wanted to do it with him again sometime soon. After drying off, I placed a hand on his shoulder and proudly escorted him back to the table. If I could have, I would have lifted him up and held him in my arms, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. But an arm on the shoulder was all the affection I dared show him in public. Beth looked up when we approached and asked, "Where have you guys been?" I shrugged, "There was a line for the men's room." Keith turned to us and said, "Ah sorry, guys. I should have told you before you left the table. There's another men's room further back. It's for the truckers to use. It's attached to the diner for overflow." I shrugged, "Ah well. Next time we'll know." I gave my brother-in-law an appraising look. If he had been in that second men's room before, he probably knew about the glory holes. But if he did, he gave no indication. It made me wonder. Before Jeremy had opened my eyes to the world of public bathroom sex, how many glory holes had I seen? I suspected I had seen a lot of them and had simply overlooked them out of disinterest or ignorance. I was sure I would not look at glory holes with disinterest any longer. End of Chapter 15