Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 23:22:45 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 18

Helping My Step-Son

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

Thank you to everyone who has been supportive of me as I took extra time
writing this next chapter. I'll warn you now, it's a long one. I considered
splitting it up into two chapters, but it would have lost its impact that
way. If you have stuck with the story this long, there's a high chance that
you will appreciate the psychological exploration I have engaged in
throughout it. I hope this chapter is an exceptionally satisfying one for
you.

Chapter 18

As I reached for the door handle, I feared the worst. My mind raced with
thoughts of my next-door neighbor revealing that he had seen the debauchery
that had taken place in my living room only a half hour before. I imagined
he was going to inform me of his plan to report me to the police. I took a
deep breath, preparing myself for a potential confrontation.

As I opened the door, I looked at Gordon with a sexual eye for the first
time. He was in his late 50s with a thin body. He was a fairly good-looking
man, with a full head of white hair, tanned skin, brown eyes and cleft
chin. In a fraction of a second, I imagined a completely different reason
for him appearing on our doorstep. Maybe he had seen us and was about to
express interest in joining sometime. I knew it was a longshot, but it was
much better than the alternative explanation.

Both scenarios were wrong. Sex was not the motivation for his visit. Not
even close.

As soon as he saw my face in the doorway, Gordon said, "Sorry to bother
you, Clint. But I got a call from your wife's sister. She says Beth was
taken to Mercy Hospital."

I stood dumbfounded. My wife was what?

Gordon looked like he felt extremely awkward for being the one to deliver
the news, "Umm...she asked me to tell you to check your phone. They've left
you a few messages."

At that moment, I heard Jeremy yell from upstairs, "Mom broke her arm! We
have to go to the hospital!"

I thanked Gordon for delivering the news and headed upstairs. My phone was
on my nightstand. As soon as I picked it up, I saw that there were several
text and voice messages. They were from Eloise and Keith. I hadn't heard
any of them come in. Why? Because I had been too busy acting like a horny
frat boy downstairs.

I read through all the text messages and began listening to the voice
mails. They were initially calm and informative. But as time went on, they
became frantic, not because Beth's condition had become worse, but because
neither Jeremy nor I had gotten back to them and they were beginning to
worry about us.

My heart sank. My poor wife had injured herself and the two men in her life
had been nowhere to be found. She had no idea it was because we had been
engaged in an all-male four-way. The selfish bastards that we were, we
could only think of our deviant sexual satisfaction. Why hadn't we gone to
the cycling event to support her? Why had we acted so selfishly?

I felt my world crashing down as intense guilt began to consume me.

Jeremy appeared in my doorway as I was calling Eloise. I couldn't look at
him. I knew he was frightened for his mother and needed my steadfast
emotional support at that moment. But I couldn't give it to him. The guilt
was weighing heavily on my mind. He approached me and tried to touch me,
but I rebuffed him. I used the excuse that I was on the phone and couldn't
be distracted. But the truth was, even if I hadn't been on the phone, I
would have recoiled from his touch. It was his touch that had led us to
this moment. For the last week and a half, I had been so focused on my
developing physical relationship with my step-son that I had gradually
disconnected from my wife. That disconnection had led me to not being there
for her when she was in pain.

After a quick conversation with my wife's sister, I gathered my things and
Jeremy and I went to the car. I didn't speak to my step-son until we were
exiting the driveway. When I finally spoke, it was only to relay to him
what his aunt had told me on the phone. His mother was going to be
fine. She was banged up from the fall and her right arm was broken. But she
had sustained no other injuries.

Jeremy tried to grasp my hand, but I pulled it away. This time I had no
excuse to give him. I simply couldn't touch him. He withdrew his hand and
sat quietly in the passenger seat. I knew I was being unfair to him, but it
was the only way I knew how to deal with my guilt.

When we entered the hospital, we found Keith in the waiting area, still
dressed in his cycling clothes. He took us to Beth's room. My guilt and
shame increased as soon as I saw my wife. Her face and shoulder were
scratched up and she was clearly experiencing a lot of pain in her broken
arm.

Her reaction upon seeing us didn't help my state of mind. "Where have you
guys been?!" It was an accusatory screech. "You never answered your
phones. We had to resort to calling people in the neighborhood to find
you. It was embarrassing."

I apologized profusely, explaining that Jeremy and I had been in the
backyard and had left our phones upstairs. We had never heard the calls or
texts come in. It was a partial truth. We honestly had not heard our phone
notifications. But we hadn't been outside. We had been inside the house
having a mini-orgy. I couldn't tell her the whole truth and I was beginning
to stumble over my words. Guilt, shame and disgust with myself for my own
actions were making it impossible for me to think straight and to lie
effectively.

Jeremy came to the rescue. In his perfect-son manner, he calmed Beth down
and got her focused on the moment at hand, not on the time preceding our
arrival. I was thankful for his skillful way of handling his mother. But I
continued to resent him for putting us in this situation in the first
place. If he hadn't forced himself on me the day I picked him up from the
police station, we never would have gone down this road together. I never
would have started having sex with him and other guys. And I would have
gone with my wife to her cycling event and I would have prevented this
accident.

Yeah, sure. Illogical reasoning to you, I know. But in the moment, with my
mind racked with guilt, logic had nothing to do with my thinking. I needed
someone to blame for my predicament and Jeremy was right in my cross hairs.

Beth had broken her right arm, which was the arm she favored. So when we
brought her back home, she was initially utterly helpless. And she took
every opportunity to let me know. In retrospect, I realize she was taking
advantage of the intense guilt I was feeling. But while it was happening,
that guilt was palpable and it was forcing me to have tunnel vision. I
needed to get my life back on track. I needed to rise above all the
depravity I had allowed myself to be sucked into over the previous week and
a half. Every time I saw my wife wince in pain or struggle to perform basic
tasks, I shuddered, thinking of the disgusting things I had been doing when
the accident happened.

Jeremy tried multiple times to get me alone, but I successfully evaded
him. It wasn't until after Keith and Eloise left that he finally got his
chance. His mother was in the living room telling her story to a concerned
caller for what felt like the 50th time. I had gone into the garage to
retrieve some items from her car. I flinched when I saw Jeremy standing
next to the clothes dryer, folding the sheets and towels we had used
earlier in the day during our sex session with Nick and Chris.

As soon as Jeremy saw me, he said, "Finally! You're scaring me. Did I do
something wrong? Everything was so nice while we were on the couch. What
happened?"

I could see the pain in his eyes. A voice in my head said, `You are hurting
him. Hold him. Let him know everything will be all right.' But I couldn't
listen to it. Instead, I yelled at him for the first time ever. "What
happened?! Your mom got into an accident and broke her goddamned arm!
That's what happened!"

He was speechless for a moment, unaccustomed to being yelled
at. "But... but..." He wiped a hand over his face, took a deep breath, and
asked, "But why are you mad at me?"

I stared at him, feeling my anger boiling up. "It's our fault. This
happened because we were... were..." I looked at the towel in his
hand. "Doing that!"

He shook his head, "No. No. Clint, no. We had nothing to do with what
happened to her. It was an accident. Even if we hadn't gotten together with
Nick and Chris, we wouldn't have been with her when she fell."

I raised my hand to quiet him. I didn't want to hear it. "Stop! Stop it
all! We aren't doing this anymore!"

I was surprised by my outburst. But I felt a sense of relief for having
said it. Jeremy and I needed to stop being intimate with each other. I
needed to return to being a good husband and a good step-father.

Jeremy's reaction surprised me. I expected him to become sad, possibly even
to cry. He did neither. For the first time in the three years that I had
known him, he became angry with me. "I don't understand you. There's no way
you actually believe we caused this. It's like you *want* to feel
guilty. Un-fucking-believable!"

I snapped back, "Watch your language and your attitude!"

He gave me a sharp glare, threw the laundry into a basket and stormed into
the house.

I watched him walk away, forcing myself not to look at his ass with
desire. I would no longer do that. I would return to a traditional
parent-child relationship with him. If he and I had to be at odds with one
another to achieve that change in dynamic, so be it.

I had a difficult time falling asleep that night. Beth slept soundly at my
side, thanks to the pain relievers she had taken, and Jeremy had gone to
bed early. So the house was quiet and I was completely alone with my
thoughts. My feelings of guilt had not lessened. I continued to believe
that I was responsible for what happened to Beth. Jeremy was right that I
wouldn't have been with her when she fell. But, perhaps my mere presence at
the beginning of the ride would have altered the series of events just
enough to keep the accident from happening. The Butterfly Effect in action.

Every time I was close to falling asleep, my mind would fill with thoughts
that would wake me up instantly. Memories of me sucking Jeremy's dick,
watching Nick fuck Chris and seeing the various scenes of Nick's
movies. These were just some of the thoughts that flashed through my mind
and kept me from sleeping. They were both sexually exciting and emotionally
upsetting for me. I tried desperately to stop thinking about my sexual
adventures with Jeremy, but it was proving to be impossible.

At some point, I must have passed out from pure exhaustion because I woke
to the sound of my alarm. It was time to get up and head to work. Beth was
still sound asleep, so I got ready quietly. When I headed downstairs to
make some coffee, I heard Jeremy in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and
prepared myself for seeing him. In the light of a new day, I was feeling a
little less upset with him. But I still blamed him for starting all of this
and I was determined not to allow any more intimacy between the two of
us. I had to figure out how to interact with him the way I had before that
day he swallowed my cum for the first time.

I stepped into the dining room while Jeremy was placing two plates of eggs
and toast on the table. He glanced at me, but looked away quickly, "I made
breakfast." He then sat down in the seat opposite mine.

I sat down and took a sip of the coffee he had made for me. All I could say
was, "Thanks."

We ate in silence for a few minutes. Then I said, "I'm sorry I lost my
temper with you yesterday. But I meant what I said. We can't do those
things anymore. I shouldn't have let it start in the first place."

The look in his eyes tore at my heart. It was clear that I was hurting
him. I hated myself for doing so. But at that moment, I hated myself more
for all the things we had done together. He would get over it. We both
would. We had to.

He picked at his food for a few moments, then stood up and threw his
breakfast away. As he bent over the trash can, his t-shirt pulled up
slightly and I saw the top of his beautiful ass. I fought back a surge of
lust and a feeling of regret. I would never know the pleasure of being
inside Jeremy's tight hole. I would never know the joy of releasing my seed
deep inside him.

I shook those thoughts away and forced myself to look at my plate, not at
Jer's tempting ass. I told myself that the only hole I would be filling
from now on was my wife's. I knew I was sentencing myself to a lifetime of
infrequent sex. I was giving up the sex-at-any-time benefit that came with
my step-son's insatiable sex drive. But it was a price I had to pay.

Because I had gotten very little sleep the night before, I was in a daze
the entire morning at work. I was so out of it that I missed lunch and only
realized it was well into the afternoon when I received a text from
Ryan. It said, `Worked out with Hector. Suspicions might be right. Hope to
confirm soon.'

I slammed the phone down. No! I did not want to hear about my brother's
sexual escapades with men. I began to brood, wishing I had never talked to
Ryan about Jeremy's arrest. I tried focusing on work and was assaulted with
unwanted thoughts. First, I began imagining Ryan and Hector kissing one
another, sucking one another, fucking one another. I growled and dismissed
those thoughts. Moments later, I began wondering why Jeremy hadn't sent me
an SOS text. I imagined him on his knees at the park or the truck-stop,
sucking random men through the glory holes. I had visions of him swallowing
their loads as he fingered his sensitive pink hole.

I stood up and paced, trying desperately to control my thoughts. I had gone
33 years without having sexual thoughts about men. Surely, it would be easy
to stop doing so again if I just put my mind to it.

When I returned home that evening, Jeremy was in the kitchen cooking
dinner. As I walked into the dining room, I saw him standing over the stove
wearing an apron and a pair of blue shorts. He was shirtless under the
apron and I could see the top of his jockstrap. I looked away, but not
quickly enough to stop an onslaught of lustful thoughts. That was my
step-son's men's room action uniform. He almost certainly had gone there
that day. I wondered how many men he had sucked off and if any of them had
eaten that tasty ass of his.

I dropped my keys on the counter, catching Jeremy's attention. He turned to
look at me, sadness in his gray wolf-like eyes. He mumbled, "Dinner will be
ready in about 20 minutes."

He was doing such a good job of helping his mother out while she was
recovering. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to walk up to him, wrap my arms
around him, kiss him on the neck and tell him how much I appreciated what
he was doing. But I didn't. I couldn't. I simply said, "OK."

Beth came down a few moments later. We ate dinner, watched a few TV shows,
then headed to bed. A perfectly normal suburban family, including the
tension between father and son. Well, except for the fact that the tension
was sexual.

The following day, as lunch time approached, I wondered if I'd get an SOS
text from Jeremy. If he sent one, I would talk him through his momentary
lack of control. But I would not, under any circumstances, go to be with
him. I would not be feeding him my cock ever again. If he needed help, he'd
get it the old-fashioned way – through a supportive lecture about
learning self-control.

I had brought my gym bag to work so I could go to the gym during my lunch
hour. I was looking forward to working out again after taking a break the
last week and a half. It would be another sign of things returning to
normal.

I felt that way until I stepped into the locker area and saw a roomful of
men in various stages of undress. Like all men, I was accustomed to
stealing glances at other men's dicks while in locker rooms. You know, just
to do a quick dick size comparison. But this time, there was more to it
than that. I wasn't just comparing dick sizes. I was admiring their shapes
and wondering what they looked like when they were hard. And the butts. Oh
my fucking god, the butts. Everywhere I looked, there were curved butt
cheeks taunting me, begging me to fondle them. I took a deep breath and
tried to keep my eyes looking forward.

God damn it, Jeremy! What had you done to me?!

I had a good workout, despite spending a lot of energy on not looking at
the men around me. When I finished, I made the last-minute decision not to
shower. I hadn't worked up much of a sweat and I really didn't want to deal
with controlling my eyes while surrounded by men washing their naked
bodies.

Late in the afternoon, I received another text from my brother. `Why no
response?' He was referring to the fact that I had completely ignored his
text about Hector. `Worked out with Jer today. Everything OK? He seemed
pretty down. Wouldn't talk about it.'

I didn't respond to those texts. Then at about 4:45 p.m., he texted me
again. `Stopping by tonight to see Beth.'

I had no desire to see my brother that night. I was still working through
my guilt about everything that had been going on. And, since he had been a
big part of it, I couldn't face him. I wanted every reminder of those
sexual encounters to just go away.

I texted back, `No need to go out of your way. I'll tell Beth you send your
best.'

Seconds later, a response came in, `I'll be there at 6.' He knew something
was wrong and he wasn't going to let me shut him out.

When Ryan arrived, I hid in my study, acting like I had work to do. I was
doing nothing more than staring at the computer monitor and trying to hear
the conversation in the living room.

Beth was happy to see Ryan because he was yet one more person to whom she
could recount the details of her accident. I rolled my eyes, for the first
time feeling more annoyed than sympathetic. I had heard the story enough
times to realize it only boiled down to a few simple facts: She had fallen
off her bike while trying to stop because she wasn't accustomed to riding
with clips. It was that simple. It wasn't as if she had been struck by a
car or had run into a tree. She wasn't even going very fast when she
fell. It was just a fluke that she fell in exactly the right way to land on
her arm and break it. But to hear her tell the story, it was the most
dramatic accident in the history of cycling accidents.

The inevitable came to pass; Ryan called out for me. "Get in here, Clint."

I begrudgingly walked into the living room and grunted a `hello.'

Ryan pointedly ignored my rude behavior, "This weekend at the cabin is
going to be a blast. You guys still planning on driving up Friday night?"

I glanced at Beth. We hadn't talked about the trip to the lakeside cabin
since before her accident. I wasn't sure she would still want to go.

She sighed, "Oh I don't know. I might not be up for it."

Ryan responded, "Aww, Beth. It would be a shame not to have you there."

She sighed again, "I just don't want to be a burden."

I would have rolled my eyes again, but I knew it would have been met with
scorn. So I nodded sympathetically.

Ryan then turned to me and said, "Do you have a few minutes? I'd like to
work out some logistics for this weekend."

I shrugged, "Sure." Then we headed through the sliding glass door leading
to the backyard.

Once we were outside, he whispered, "I invited Hector to come to the cabin
this weekend. He can't make it up there until Sunday. Any chance you can
convince Beth not to go at all? Hell, she's laying on the sympathy shit
real thick. I'm sure you wouldn't mind a few days away from her, am I
right?"

My mind spun with a mixture of lustful and annoyed thoughts. On the one
hand, I was happy that my brother might get a chance at tapping Hector's
perky ass. He had wanted to do that ever since the Hispanic kid was a
student of his. On the other hand, I was annoyed at Ryan for continuing to
talk about that stuff with me. I would put an end to it right then.

I responded, "Maybe we shouldn't go up at all. I'm not... Jeremy and I
aren't..." Why was I having a hard time saying it? Was I worried about my
brother's reaction? "After Beth's accident, I've decided it's best for me
to stop doing that stuff."

Ryan placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "Talk to me."

I sighed, "There's not much to say. I shouldn't have been doing that
shit. And if I hadn't been, maybe Beth wouldn't have gotten hurt."

He gave me a confused look, then a moment later he said, "Ah, I see. Were
you and Jeremy doing something when she got hurt?"

I nodded, not intending to tell him the sordid details.

He squeezed my shoulder and asked, "Is it possible you're over-thinking
this?"

I shook his hand off my shoulder and said, "You went 10 years without doing
any of that shit while you were married to Megan. I thought you'd
understand what was going through my mind."

He placed his hands in his pants pockets and said, "Oh, I do understand. I
understand completely. But let me tell you something. Those 10 years were
tough. No matter how happy I was with my wife and my children, I was
miserable inside. I had needs that Megan couldn't satisfy. Ignoring those
needs was torture."

He paused while he kicked a few rocks across the yard, "If I had to do it
all over again, I would make very different choices. I wouldn't torture
myself by denying my base needs."

I remained silent, processing what he was saying.

He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Look. I'll support you no
matter what you decide to do. But be careful with Jeremy. He has fallen for
you pretty hard. If you let him down, do it gently."

I nodded. I was fully aware of Jeremy's strong feelings for me. But I
wasn't sure there was any way to cut the intimacy off without hurting him.

Ryan continued, "Maybe a weekend at the lake will do you guys some
good. Come on, go."

I shrugged, "Yeah, all right. I'll go. If Beth stays home, Jeremy will most
likely stay with her anyway. So it might end up being just you and me."

At that moment, Jeremy opened the sliding glass door and said, "Dinner's
ready."

We ate dinner as a family. Despite my brother's innate ability to charm
anyone around him, he was unable to lift the fog that was hovering over
us. Beth continued to seek attention for her injury. I continued to wallow
in my guilt. Jeremy tried to enjoy Ryan's presence, but his smile felt
forced and his laughter was tinged with sadness. Many times throughout the
meal, I felt the urge to smile at Jeremy, to give him assurance that all
would be well. But I couldn't. I needed to remain detached, reinforcing the
message that he and I could no longer be intimate.

Despite my resolve, it was beginning to eat me up inside.

When I woke up the following morning, I realized I had dreamt all night
about Jeremy. The details of the dreams were already foggy, but I
remembered enough to know that they had had a mixture of themes: Exchanging
flirtatious glances with one another while eating in a crowded
restaurant. Sitting with him on the couch, his head resting in my lap and
my hand gently stroking his arm, as we watched something on TV. Fucking his
beautiful ass in the woods with a group of men watching us.

As the details of the dreams slowly faded from my memory, their emotional
impact on me grew stronger. I felt a sense of loss. Even that last one –
the one with us fucking in the woods – didn't make me happy or horny. It
made me sad. Sad for what Jeremy and I no longer had. Sad for what could
have been.

That morning at work, I watched again for an SOS message from my step-son,
though I knew that none would be sent. Jeremy appeared to have accepted
what had changed between us, even if he didn't understand my reasoning
why. He would no longer reach out to me when he needed help with his sexual
addiction. I knew I should have been happy about that, but I wasn't. Even
though I would not have allowed him to suck me off, I still would have
liked to have been there for him emotionally. But he was making sure the
cut was clean.

I missed him.

Eventually, I decided to stop waiting for an SOS message and to go to
lunch. With my mind distracted, I drove on auto-pilot. I found myself
pulling into the parking area near the men's room at the park. I was
looking for Jeremy. I told myself that, if I found him there, I'd act like
a stern parent and pull him out. But he wasn't there. And, instead of being
happy for not having found him, I was disappointed. I had wanted him to be
there so I could have been near him.

I then drove home. His car was in its spot in the driveway. He hadn't gone
out to satisfy his sexual needs. Instead, he had been a dutiful son,
staying home to take care of his injured mother. I parked down the block,
so they couldn't see me through a window. I stared at the house and
Jeremy's car. Waves of sadness washed over me.

The rest of the day at work and then the evening at home, I tried
desperately to get my feelings for Jeremy under control. I couldn't
understand why keeping myself from him was affecting me so much. I had only
spent a week and a half experiencing sex with him. How could I feel so
drawn to him so quickly and so strongly?

At one point, Jeremy caught me looking at him. His face lit up and he
approached me. But I whispered a harsh, "No!" and walked away. I didn't
look back. I knew I had hurt him again, and I couldn't muster up the
courage to face his disappointment.

The following morning was the worst. Jeremy had slept on the couch
overnight and when I was preparing to go to work, I found him lying
there. He was in a position very similar to the one he had been in the
night I found him sleeping through an infomercial. His shorts were askew,
revealing the top of his butt crack and a few inches of one of his butt
cheeks. I felt my cock harden as I took in the sight. I sucked in a deep
breath and forced myself to look away. I wanted so badly to touch him, to
feel his body next to mine, to pull his shorts down and to lick his pink
hole. Why couldn't I get over those feelings?

I tried to get my mind off Jeremy by immersing myself in work. And I
brought my gym bag again so I could work out at lunch time. I doubted
Jeremy would be reaching out with an SOS, but I needed to keep myself
occupied so I wouldn't sit around watching the phone.

While at the gym, I saw two men I had seen many times in the past. For the
first time, I realized they were a couple. One was in his mid-40s and the
other was in his early 20s. Similar to the age difference between me and
Jeremy. They both wore wedding rings. I had often thought they were father
and son. They had similar looks and they treated one another with a
familiarity that was uncommon for most workout partners. But now that I was
seeing them with a different awareness, I noticed that their interaction
was affectionate. Had I been wrong about them being father and son? Or were
they in an incestuous relationship? Were they married to women? Or were
they married to each other? If they were married to women, and they were
father and son, did they have the type of relationship Jeremy and I
eventually might have had?

I watched the couple intently as they worked out. They seemed to have
genuine affection and respect for each other. I admired what they had and
even envied it. Then later in the locker room, I watched them interact as
they undressed and prepared to shower. I couldn't hear what they were
saying, so I imagined it could be their plans to fuck each other before
going home to their wives.

At one point, they both looked my way, catching me staring at them. They
nodded and I nervously turned away. Then as they passed me on the way to
the shower area, the younger of the two looked me in the eyes and gave me a
smile. As they turned the corner to the wet area, he allowed his towel to
slip down, revealing his butt cheeks. He smiled at me again and cocked his
head. I knew he was inviting me to join them. But instead of feeling horny
and tempted, I felt doleful. They appeared to be living a life that Jeremy
and I potentially could have led. A life I had thrown away.

That night at home, I tried to avoid staring longingly at Jeremy. I was
losing the fight to control my thoughts about him. But as I looked at my
injured wife, I reminded myself that I had to suppress those desires and to
focus on her. Maybe I would never be able control the way I felt about
Jeremy when I looked at him, but I was sure as hell not going to act on
those desires.

After we ate dinner, Beth and I settled into an evening of watching TV
upstairs in our room. It was then that two of our weekend plans changed.

First, Beth told me that she no longer wanted to go to the cabin for the
weekend. She didn't want to be in a strange place for three days with her
arm in a cast. Nor did she want to be a burden on all of us. I thought at
first she was going to insist that I stay home with her. I was prepared to
acquiesce, not wanting to act selfishly once again. But instead, she
surprised me. She told me that her sister would be coming to spend the
weekend with her. She encouraged me to take Jeremy to the cabin. She
noticed that her son was feeling sad and she thought he might enjoy a break
from taking care of her. That was, if I wouldn't consider him a third
wheel. I told her it was no problem at all. Though I seriously doubted that
Jeremy would want to go with us, considering how strained our relationship
had become.

The second change of plans came a few moments after Beth had told me she
wasn't going. Ryan called to tell me he wouldn't be going up to the cabin
until Saturday. He had taken his car to the garage for repairs. It was
supposed to have been ready by Friday afternoon, but the garage had told
him it would be delayed until Saturday afternoon. And to make it more
complicated, Ryan had committed to taking the daughter and son of one of
his buddies with him when he drove up to the lake. The buddy rented a cabin
the same weekend as Ryan and Megan every year. This year, the man had
headed up a few days early, but his kids had activities to do in town on
Friday. Ryan asked me if I could take them up there in his place. I readily
agreed, almost sighing in relief. That would save me and Jeremy a couple
hours of uncomfortable conversation while driving to the cabin, if he
decided to go with me.

Of course, that also meant that Jeremy and I would be all alone in the
cabin the first night. If Jeremy didn't back out, that night could prove to
be a difficult one. My resolve definitely would be tested.

Unfortunately, Jeremy had already gone to bed by the time our plans
changed. So he wouldn't learn of the changes until his mother told him the
next morning.

The following day was Friday. I was very anxious about what would transpire
that night. The morning passed slowly as I impatiently waited for the call
from Beth telling me Jeremy's decision. When lunchtime came and she hadn't
called, I began convincing myself that it was because Jeremy had left the
house before his mother could speak with him. Instead of calling her to
find out, I chose to go to the park to see if he was there.

Jeremy wasn't there. But Nick was.

As soon as I drove up, I saw the police officer sitting at one of the
picnic tables. He was on the phone, but saw me and waved me over. I
nervously walked up to the man whom I had kissed and fed a serving of my
ball juice only a few days before. I sat at the table and waited for him to
finish his call. I wanted to get away from him. He represented all that had
gone wrong in my life recently. The feelings of guilt had been lessening
the last couple days, but sitting next to the big masculine man was
enhancing them again.

He ended the phone call and said, "Clint, my man. You came at a bad time
for some action. There's not a soul inside there. But hell, the two of us
can head in and get up to some fun stuff. What do you say?"

I looked down at the table and said, "I'm not here for that." I explained
what had happened to Beth and my decision to call it quits with Jeremy.

Nick listened to all I had to say, then said, "You're a fucking idiot."

I looked up in surprise. I hadn't expected that reaction. I thought he
might give me advice like Ryan's. But to call me an idiot?

He shook his head, "You know you had nothing to do with your wife's
accident, right? It's not the god damned universe trying to send a message
to you. It was just a fucking accident."

I nodded, "I know, I know. But that's just the thing that made me start
thinking about all this." I paused then looked at him, realizing something
I hadn't thought of previously. My brother had waited until he was single
before he started having sex with men again. But Nick was still married and
he had no problems fucking around with guys. I asked, "How do you do it?"

He scratched his large chest as he said, "I was just like you when I first
started doing this shit. Feeling guilty about doing it behind my wife's
back. I even tried to stop for a little while, just like you're doing. But
that didn't work for me. My wife and I have a good thing. But I have needs
that she can't satisfy. And there's no point going through life depriving
myself of what makes me happy. I just make sure never to let this stuff get
in the way of me being a good husband and a good father."

I nodded, wishing I could see things his way.

Then he said, "You're an idiot for tossing Jeremy aside like a piece of bad
meat. That boy might be the best thing that ever happened to you." He
raised his hand to stop me from responding. "I read people and situations
for a living. Let me tell you what I see. I see a father who came to me
asking for my help with his son. Even though you had an ulterior motive to
get me to help Minister Bryce, you were doing it for Jeremy. That was
pretty damned selfless of you."

I listened thoughtfully.

He continued, "And then I spent a few hours with you and your boy. I knew
before I got there how Jeremy felt about you; he admitted it to me
beforehand. But it wasn't until I saw the two of you together that I
realized how intense the bond was between you. The way each of you looked
out for one another every step of the way. The way you looked at each other
when you thought no one else was watching. The way you held each other as
if you didn't want to let go. The way you kissed each other as if you
couldn't get enough of one another. I told you then and I will tell you
now, it was one of the most amazing sights I have ever seen. What you and
your boy have is real, buddy. Many people go a lifetime without
experiencing that. And you got it delivered right into your fuckin' lap."

I was stupefied. Was what he was saying all true?

He finished, "And now like an idiot, you throw it all away. That boy loves
the hell out of you. And, I suspect you might be feeling the same way about
him. Why not just go with it and see where it takes you, man?"

I stammered, "But Beth..."

He shrugged his shoulders, "What about her? You're not planning to run off
and marry Jeremy, are you? You have no idea where this is going. Hell,
Jeremy might decide to drop your ass for a stud like me." He flashed a
devilish grin as he said that. "I'd snatch him up in a heartbeat if that
happened."

I felt an ache in my heart as I imagined losing Jeremy to Nick or to anyone
else.

He said, "Look. It does no good depriving yourself of what makes you
happy." He then winked at me and said, "And I know how to make you real
happy. Come on. Let's head inside. If you haven't gotten off since Sunday,
your balls must be full of cum. I'm a hungry man." He licked his lips and
slurped.

I laughed at him. The first mirth I had allowed myself to feel since Beth's
accident. I shook my head, "Not today, buddy. I gotta get back to work."

He shrugged his shoulders, as if to say `it was worth a try.' Then he
looked behind me. I turned to see what had caught his attention and saw a
teenage boy riding up the path on a bike. Nick said, "Let me know if you
change your mind," as he began walking toward the men's room. I watched the
kid and the man enter the bathroom. I wondered if that boy was as
experienced as Jeremy, or if he was just starting down the same
road. Either way, he was going to have a good time with the horny cop.

As I walked to my car, I thought back on the things Nick had just said to
me. His advice was not exactly like Ryan's, but they both had stressed how
unhappy I would be if I denied my desires. After days of experiencing
exactly that, I was beginning to allow myself to think like both of
them. Now that my sexual awareness had been expanded, I would never be
fully sexually satisfied with Beth. My inability to stop thinking about
Jeremy should have made that clear to me. But I had needed the nudges that
my brother and my cop friend had both provided.

On the way back to the office, I began planning what I would do. I just
hoped it wasn't too late to repair the damage I had caused with Jeremy.

As I pulled into my parking spot at work, my phone buzzed. It was a text
from Jer. `Mom not going 2 cabin. Staying home w her."

I had suspected this might happen. In the past, I would have jumped at the
chance to spend a guys' weekend all alone with my brother. And, if I
allowed myself to have sex with Ryan again, it could be a hell of a lot of
fun. But at that moment, I couldn't bear the thought of going a whole
weekend without my step-son. I couldn't accept giving up the rare
opportunity of being in a safe space with him, with no worries of being
caught. We had the chance to be completely free together for a few days and
nights, to let ourselves go with one another, to fall asleep in each
other's arms, to wake up each morning next to one another.

I didn't text back. This was far too important a moment for such an
impersonal means of communication. I dialed his number and waited to hear
his voice.

After two rings, he picked up and said, "Hello?"

I was surprised to hear the shakiness of my voice as I said, "I got your
text. Please don't stay home. Please go to the cabin with me."

He was silent for several seconds before responding, "Why?"

I struggled to get the next words out, "Because I need you."

He didn't respond.

I added, "I'm sorry, Jeremy. Sorry for how I've treated you since your
mom's accident. Sorry for how badly I've made you feel. A friend just made
me realize what an idiot I have been. Please let me make things right."

He was still silent.

I waited several moments before asking, "Jer. Are you still there?"

His voice was as shaky as mine, "I'll be ready when you get here."

I took a deep breath and tried to explain to him about the two kids that
would be in the car with us. I was overwhelmed with emotion, so I could
barely speak in full sentences.

Jeremy stopped me, "I know about giving a ride to the kids. I worked out
with Uncle Ryan this morning. He told me about his car troubles and what
his change of plans means for us."

As we hung up, I thought about the words Jeremy had chosen to use, `what
his change of plans means for us.' It meant a lot more than having other
passengers in the car on the drive up. It meant that Jeremy and I would
have the cabin to ourselves for almost 24 hours. If Jeremy would forgive me
for the torture I had put him through the past several days, I would use
our time alone to make him the happiest boy alive.

My boss let us out early that evening so everyone could get a head start on
the long weekend. Since the actual holiday was on Tuesday, we wouldn't have
to be back in the office until Wednesday. Four full days off, three of
which would be spent with Jeremy at the cabin. If things went as I hoped,
we would spend most of the time in the bedroom. And that thought made me
realize I needed to stop by the adult bookstore to pick up one supply that
I hoped would be needed all weekend long – lube. As I held the bottle in
my hand, I felt a shiver down my spine. I was ready. I hoped to god that
Jeremy was too.

I slipped the bottle into my bag and headed to pick up the children of
Ryan's buddy. They were waiting on their porch, bags in hand. They were in
their mid-teens. The boy was a good-looking kid, though he looked like a
stoner with his long hair, baggy clothing and beaded necklaces. They were
nice kids and the daughter talked incessantly. The son, staying true to the
image he tried to portray, sat back and said very little other than,
"Cool," "Oh wow" and "Sweet."

When I pulled up to my own house, I saw Jeremy sitting on the porch,
talking on his phone. I felt my heart speed up. There he was. The boy who
had changed my life. The boy whom I had hurt tremendously with my stupidity
this past week. The boy with whom I hoped to spend the next three days
making love. I wanted nothing more than to pull him into my arms and to
kiss him deeply. I had to be satisfied with asking him to put his bag in
the trunk and to introduce himself to the kids in the car.

I ran inside to say good-bye to Beth. Eloise was already at the house and
she and my wife were in the living room watching TV. I gave Beth a hug and
a kiss, confirmed that she had everything she needed and then headed
out. As we drove away from the house, I felt a huge weight lift from my
shoulders. I loved my wife and truly did care about her well-being. But I
was relieved to be free of her for a few days. She was in good hands with
her sister. I could concentrate completely on Jeremy.

I gave my son a smile. He didn't return it. He was still upset with me. We
needed to talk before we could begin mending things.

The drive to the cabin went quickly. The kids talked the whole time about
music, movies and even world events. I was surprised to hear the depth of
Jeremy's understanding about what was going on in the world. He was an
honor student, so it wasn't surprising that he was intelligent. But he
seemed to understand current events better than most adults did. I listened
proudly to him, gaining a new appreciation for who my step-son was growing
up to be.

When we arrived at the cabin, we hauled our bags and groceries out of the
car and stepped inside. We had been there once before, the year Beth and I
had married. So we knew our way around. It was a two-story structure, with
the living room, kitchen, dining room and one bedroom downstairs and three
bedrooms upstairs. I went upstairs to the bedroom Beth and I had used
before and placed my stuff down. I was disappointed, though not surprised,
that Jeremy hadn't followed me. He had commandeered the bedroom on the
ground floor instead. I was sure he had chosen that room to be as far from
me as possible. I sighed, hoping that arrangement would be only temporary.

The kids called their father and we sat in the living room while we waited
for him to arrive. Jeremy went into the kitchen to put the groceries
away. Then he disappeared, leaving me to keep the kids occupied all by
myself. Their father arrived about 10 minutes later to pick them up. They
thanked me for the ride and left.

Jeremy and I were alone. I was nervous as hell.

It took a little bit of searching, but I finally found my step-son in a
lounge chair on the balcony. He was lost in thought as he stared up at the
night sky. The moon was only a sliver, so the sky was dark and the stars
shone brightly.

I asked, "Are you hungry? I'll fix us something to eat."

He shrugged and mumbled, "I'm not hungry."

I wasn't either.

I sat on one of the lounge chairs next to his. He didn't react to my
presence, neither positively nor negatively. After a few moments of
agonizing silence, I began to speak, "Jer, I..."

He interrupted me, "Is there something wrong with me?"

The question took me by surprise. "Of course not. Why do you ask that?"

He thought for a few moments then said, "You and my dad treat me the same
way. Is it something I've done? Is it because of the way I am?"

My first reaction was to feel offended. For some reason, he was comparing
me to his biological father. His absent, emotionally abusive father. I
couldn't understand why. "No, Jer, I..."

He wiped a tear from his cheek and interrupted me again, "You say you care
about me. You pay attention to me for a short time. Then you go away
without any warning. Why do both of you do this to me? Am I so unlovable?"

My heart sank. In Jeremy's mind, I had treated him just like his real
father always had. Appearing in his life whenever it pleased him, then
disappearing just as suddenly. Giving Jeremy hope one moment, then tossing
it all away the next. Jeremy's father was abusive with his son's heart. And
Jeremy thought I was going to treat him the same way.

I reached out to hold his hand, but he moved it away quickly. I said,
"Jeremy. I'm sorry for how I've acted this past week. I've been an ass. But
I am not at all like your father. I am with you now, and I will never go
away again. You can count on that."

He looked toward me and studied my face. I remained quiet as I imagined he
was deciding whether or not to believe me. After several moments, he said,
"You've treated me like a pariah. What is wrong with me? Why do I disgust
you?"

I tried once again to take his hand. This time he allowed me. His touch was
electric.

Emboldened by his touch, I said, "It is not you, Jeremy. Not you at
all. You're amazing."

He gave me a look that oozed with sarcastic disbelief.

I squeezed his hand and shook my head, "It was all me. It was all in my
messed-up mind. I was afraid. Afraid of what we were doing. Afraid of who I
was becoming. Afraid of my feelings for you."

I felt a sense of relief for having been so honest in my answer. More
honest than I had been with myself the past several days.

He continued to study my face as he squeezed my hand. "Why?"

Out of the mouths of babes. Such a small word, and yet it asked so
much. "Because I'm an idiot, Jeremy. I didn't realize how lucky I was
to... to... have you."

He blushed and looked away. He tried to release his grip on my hand, but I
held on. He asked, "And how do I know you won't be afraid tomorrow or the
next day and treat me the same way again? It hurts. You have no idea how
much it hurts."

I squeezed his hand and said, "I know, baby. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry
about that." I gathered my thoughts for a moment, then said, "I can't
promise you that I won't be afraid again. This is a huge change for me,
Jer. You have to understand that."

He nodded.

I continued, "But, I will promise one thing: I will never let my fear
affect what we have. You mean too much to me. And I don't ever want to hurt
you again."

A fresh tear formed in his eye and began to fall. I slid off the chair and
onto my knees. I wiped the tear away with my free hand and caressed his
cheek. I said, "Please, Jer. Let me back in. I need you."

He pressed his cheek against my palm and kissed it. "I need you too,
Clint."

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back, sending
jolts of electricity from my lips to every inch of my body.

My phone buzzed, startling us. In light of the missed phone calls after
Beth's accident, we both felt compelled to stop what we were doing so I
could check the message. I stroked Jeremy's cheek, stood up and retrieved
my phone.

It was a text from Ryan, `u 2 get there ok?'

While I texted back, Jeremy stood and walked to the edge of the balcony. He
leaned against the hand rail and took in the view of the lake. I stepped up
behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. He placed his
hands on mine and relaxed into the hug.

We stood there for several minutes, each of us deep in thought as we held
each other. I then placed my hands under his shirt and gently ran my
fingers across his smooth stomach.

He giggled, "That tickles."

I pressed my palms against his skin and whispered in his ear, "Sorry. I
just love the feeling of your soft skin." I then kissed the back of his
neck.

He moaned and raised his hands to grab my head. As I gently kissed every
inch of his neck, he began undulating his body. His neck was sensitive and
my kisses were making him react instinctively with sensual body movements.

I raised my hands to his chest and pulled him tightly against me as I
joined the undulating body movements. As we ground our bodies against one
another, we looked like two lovers on a dance floor, lost in the hypnotic
music and our mutual lust. He turned his head and we kissed, our lips
parting and our tongues joining the dance.

Jeremy pressed his ass against my crotch, finding the bulge of my hard cock
immediately. I pressed it against his round butt cheeks. I groaned loudly
as I imagined what it was going to feel like to be inside his beautiful
hole. As if reading my thoughts, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them and
his white briefs drop to the wooden planks of the balcony floor. He stepped
out of them and kicked them away.

My hand went immediately to his exposed ass, groping the firm round
cheeks. I was so anxious to fuck him that I was tempted to release my cock
from my pants and to push it right into his hole. But I took a deep
breath. We were in no hurry. For the first time ever, we were all alone
with no urgency to finish quickly. For the next 24 hours, and possibly the
whole weekend, we could do whatever we wanted for however long we
wanted. No one would interrupt us and no one would catch us.

Remembering all that Ryan had taught me, I began the slow sensual process
of preparing my son's tiny hole for my thick daddy cock. I turned him
around so we were face to face and I used one hand to stroke his hard
teenage cock while I used the other to stimulate his hole. I began with a
single finger, slowly tracing his ass lips, not pressing inside just yet,
simply touching the rim.

He placed a hand on mine and pressed. I knew him well. That meant he wanted
my finger inside him. But I decided to wait. I realized that Jeremy was
conditioned to go quickly when having sex. Whether it was in a men's
bathroom or in our house with the threat of Beth discovering us, he was
usually in the mindset of getting right to the action and making his
partner cum as quickly as possible. I wanted him to experience what true
love making was like.

I stopped kissing him and said, "Slowly, baby. We have all night."

He sighed and said, "It's just that I've really missed your touch."

I let out a low growl as I pulled him close and began kissing his neck
again. "I've missed yours too. More than you'll ever know."

I lifted his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it in the direction of the
chairs. I chuckled, wondering where each item of our clothing would end up
by the end of the night.

My beautiful son was now completely naked in front of me. I took a step
back so I could admire the view. I used my fingers to trace the contours of
his shoulders, his youthful pecs, his pink nipples, and his flat stomach. I
then got to my knees and playfully licked his long cock and his low hanging
balls as I used my hands to feel every inch of his thick thighs and his
muscular calf muscles.

I then turned him around and found his amazing ass in my face – just
where I loved it to be. I squeezed both of his butt cheeks, enjoying their
muscular thickness and the way they bounced when I lifted them and allowed
them to fall. I then spread his cheeks and saw the prize. His tiny pink
hole. I shivered all over as soon as I saw it. I couldn't believe I had
allowed myself to stay away from it for almost a week. I wondered if any
other men had enjoyed its sweet taste these last few days. Maybe men at the
park restroom, and maybe even my brother on the days they had gone to the
gym together.

Regardless of whether any other man had enjoyed that pink hole, it was now
in front of me and it was all mine for the next 24 hours. When Ryan
arrived, I was surely going to share it with him. And then maybe even with
Hector on Sunday, if the boy ended up being interested in man-sex. But for
now, my son's hole was all mine and I was claiming my territory.

Jeremy placed his right foot on one of the lower bars on the railing. I
licked my lips as I stared at the incredibly hot view -- his muscular ass
cheeks were spread apart and his pink hole was winking at me. Jeremy arched
his back, allowing for even better access. I leaned forward, aiming my
tongue for the object of my desire. As soon as I touched the skin of his
ass, I felt my cock jerk. I was sure I would have shot a load into my pants
if I hadn't concentrated on keeping it in. My son's amazing ass still had
its hold on me and the idea of eating it again was almost too much for me
to take.

I flicked my tongue around his hole, enjoying the sweet taste I had missed
for the last several days. I nibbled on the fleshy folds at the opening,
teasing and stimulating them. I then slipped my tongue inside and tasted
his sweet tight tunnel.

Jeremy cried out, "Oh god, that feels good!"

I pulled my tongue out long enough to say, "It tastes good too!" I then
went back to work, eating my son's perfect pink hole. I told myself, as I
explored every ridge of his ass lips, that I would never allow myself to
give this up again. This was a pleasure that was too good, too exciting,
too satisfying. And, as Jeremy squirmed and moaned, I told myself I would
never give that up either. There was no describing the happiness I felt
whenever I gave him pleasure. I never again would deprive him or myself of
this.

After a few minutes of balancing himself against the hand rail while I
feasted on his hole, Jeremy suggested we move to the lounge chair. He lay
on his back and raised his legs. I loved that position. I could eat his ass
and look up to see the expression on his face. I knelt on the end of the
chair and continued feasting.

In this new position, I started by just using my tongue. Then I began
spreading his ass lips with my fingers so I could push it further
inside. The sweet taste of his silky inner walls was driving me wild with
animalistic hunger for him.

I then licked one of my fingers and slowly inserted it. I heard him moan as
it popped past the tight opening and slid inside him. Once inside, it was
swallowed up by his tight hungry ass. After a minute or so of fucking his
hole with a single finger, I pulled it out, spat on a second finger, then
pushed both in. I paid close attention to the expression on his face as his
hole slowly swallowed my fingers. He was smiling and nodding, wincing every
few moments, but the entire time making it clear that he was in ecstasy.

I worked up to inserting three fingers, occasionally switching back to my
tongue so I could give his hole a rest from the stretching I was giving
him. But each time I put my fingers back in, he moaned in pleasure. The
entire time, my eyes were either fixated on his face, watching his every
change of expression, or on his beautiful tiny hole as it amazingly
stretched to accommodate my fingers.

Eventually, Jeremy gently pulled my fingers out of his ass. I had been so
entranced with his hole that I had lost all track of time. My aching tongue
and fingers were the only indications that I had been playing with it for
an extraordinarily long time. I groaned in sadness as I watched his
stretched ass lips slowly close, returning to the tiny hole that I was
accustomed to seeing.

Jeremy motioned for me to stand up. He scooted to the edge of the chair and
placed his hand on the bulge that my hard cock was making in my pants. He
sucked on the huge wet spot made by my pre-cum. Then he gently squeezed the
bulge and pressed his cheek against it. "Your cock feels so good. So hard,
so thick."

I smiled down at him, enjoying the way he was acting like a cat marking its
territory. His hand on my bulge and his face pressed against it felt
great. There was something exciting about having my son play with my cock
while I was still fully dressed. Like he was secretly copping a feel in
public. I was reminded once again of my newly discovered public sex
fetish. My cock jerked, sending out another stream of pre-cum into my
pants.

Jer gave the wet spot a few more sucks, then he unzipped my fly and pulled
my daddy cock through. He held my thick shaft and admired it for a few
seconds, then swallowed it whole. I cried out loudly, "Oh fuck yeah!"

My eyes popped open as I suddenly wondered if anyone could hear or see
us. It was dark outside and there were no other cabins in the immediate
area, so the chances of us being seen or heard were very low. The rational
side of my mind was telling me to step inside anyway, just to be safe. But
the risk-loving side of my mind was speaking much more loudly to me. I
wanted people to see me having sex with Jeremy. I wanted them to get turned
on by the sight of father and son enjoying each other's bodies. I closed my
eyes so I could relax and enjoy it. This was going to be a weekend of
freedom for me and my sexy son, starting with sex on the balcony
overlooking the lake.

Jeremy's mouth felt amazing on my hard cock. His tongue, as usual, did
marvelous things and his throat opened up so he could take the entire
shaft. He was my perfect little cocksucker. I was lucky to have him in my
life.

He worshipped my cock for several minutes while he slowly lowered my pants
and my boxers to the floor. As soon as my balls were free, he performed his
oral magic on them too, warming up my cum factories. As Nick had suggested
earlier, I had gone several days without shooting a load, so there was
bound to be a large one brewing for him.

I pulled off my shirt so I was finally as naked as he. He reached up and
pinched my nipples, knowing how much that turned me on. I felt a dollop of
pre-cum escape my cockhead. It was down his throat in less than a
second. Jeremy pulled off my cock and licked the underside of the shaft
while looking up at me with his captivating gray eyes. Then he slowly
sucked it back in. I watched as my thick cock slid past the pink lips of my
beautiful blond-haired son. I was in heaven.

What could have been better than this?

Only one thing: Sliding my cock into his ass for the very first time.

I needed to get back to focusing on stimulating his hole. I wasn't sure if
he would be willing to get fucked that night, but I was going to do
everything I could to make him want it and to be ready to take my thick
daddy dick.

I pulled him off my cock and said, "I need to taste your ass again, baby."

He unhitched the lounge chair so it fell into a flat position. He then
gestured for me to lay down on it. I did, wondering what he had in mind. He
then got onto the lounge chair with me, though facing the opposite way. He
straddled my torso and lowered his ass to my face while he held my cock and
resumed sucking it.

It was exciting to see my son's legs spread wide over my head and then to
watch his cock, balls, and most importantly, his pink hole, approach my
face. I was about to be smothered by his ass, and I had no desire to
complain. I salivated as I grabbed his cheeks, spread them wide, and let
him place his hole onto my mouth. I was in heaven again, eating my favorite
thing on Earth.

As I pushed my tongue into Jeremy's tight hole, I felt his mouth on my rock
hard cock. My tongue went in and out; his mouth went up and down. In, out;
up, down. We got into a rhythm, both of us pleasing the other with our
mouths. For a few minutes, I forgot what my end goal was. I was so content
with what we were doing that I was prepared to shoot my load just like
that. I felt the tingling in my groin as my body told me the pleasure was
reaching a fever pitch. It would have been incredibly satisfying to release
my seed into my son's throat as I ate his perfect ass.

But I controlled myself. I did want to cum inside him, but in his ass, not
in his throat. So I said, "Woah. I don't want to cum yet."

He lifted his torso and squatted onto my face. With my tongue extended
completely, he began fucking himself on it. It was an awkward position, but
it was fucking hot. Fucking god damned hot. My son's beautiful ass raised
and lowered onto my face and I slurped at his hole every time he was on a
downswing. I wished at that moment that we had a camera filming us. I would
have loved to have seen his flexed ass cheeks as he squatted up and down
over my face. I made a mental note to have Nick film us in that position
someday.

After several minutes of this, Jer's legs began to cramp, so he got up and
turned around. He lay on top of me, placing his hard cock on my stomach. He
reached back and placed my tube steak between his ass cheeks. It was a bit
reminiscent of the night he had teased me with his ass on the couch.

I reached down and spread his cheeks, allowing my cock to slide more
comfortably between them. He moved his hips up and down, up and down. He
gazed into my eyes for a few moments, opened his mouth, then sighed and
dropped his head onto my neck.

I asked, "What's wrong, Jer? You look like you want to say something."

He said, "I don't want to make you feel any pressure. But..."

I was suddenly concerned that I had been doing something wrong and he was
uncomfortable telling me so. I said, "Baby, tell me. Whatever it is, I'll
be OK with it."

He pressed my cock head against his hole and said, "I don't know how much
longer I can go without you fucking me. I know you're probably not ready,
and maybe you never will be. But god, I want it so bad."

I pulled his head up and gazed into his eyes, "I've never been more ready,
Son."

His eyes opened wide and his face lit up with an ear-to-ear grin. "Really?
Oh my god, Clint! Really?"

I nodded, "Really, baby. I want to know what it feels like to be inside
you. But are you absolutely sure you're ready for me to do it? Your hole is
so small and I'm so thick."

His grin turned devilish. "Oh yeah, I'm ready."

He hopped off the chair, picked up his shorts and retrieved a small bottle
from one of his pockets. As soon as he squeezed some of the liquid onto his
fingers, I knew it was lube. I wondered if he always carried a tiny bottle
of lube with him, or if he had brought it in hopes of this happening
between us that night.

My heart began to race as I saw him apply the lube to his ass. This was
really going to happen. After so many days fantasizing about it, I was
finally going to feel the pleasure of fucking my son's hole.

He walked back to the lounge chair and knelt on the floor. He spread the
lube onto my cock and began stroking it. The sensation of the slimy liquid
made the jacking intense. I felt my body shake from the pleasure. I was so
fucking close to cumming; I couldn't let it happen too soon. I pulled his
hands off my cock and said breathlessly, "Oh...Jer...you're going to make
me shoot."

What happened over the next few moments is forever etched in my memory. My
gorgeous son, with his stunning face, his dazzling eyes, his sexy body,
looked me in the eyes as he straddled me and then slowly lowered himself
onto my cock. I felt his ass lips wrap themselves around my cockhead,
tightly at first, but then eventually opening up and letting me in. I
gasped as my head was swallowed by his hole and my shaft began to enter. I
took quick deep breaths to keep from cumming too soon.

The look of pleasure and determination on Jeremy's face never changed as he
maintained a lock on my eyes. He wanted to see my facial expressions as
much as I wanted to see his. As I gazed into his eyes, into his soul, I
realized I had never felt more connected to another human being than I felt
with him at that moment. And as my cock slowly slid further into his tight
silky tunnel, I heard myself say, "I love you, Son."

He smiled down at me and said, "I love you too, Dad."

I would react later to what we both had just said, but in that moment, I
could only focus on the exquisite pleasure my cock was feeling as it slowly
slid deeper and deeper into his tight teenage hole. With each millimeter,
the pleasure intensified. It felt like my cock was entering the tightest,
smoothest hole and every fiber of his anal lining was massaging my shaft,
making my entire body shake from stimulation overload.

When he bottomed out, he stopped moving. I was amazed that my entire cock
was inside him. He had taken it all. And as far as I could tell, I hadn't
hurt him. In fact, the look on his face said something quite different. My
son was enjoying having my man meat deep inside him.

Although the pleasure for me was still intense, I was no longer feeling the
exquisite friction from the movement against his tunnel walls. My natural
inclination was to start fucking so I could feel that friction again, but I
remembered what Ryan had taught me. I would let Jeremy move at his own
pace. There would be time enough for fucking, but first my son had to get
used to my cock inside him, to relax and to enjoy the feeling of being
filled by his daddy's meat. If I moved too quickly, too eagerly, I might
hurt him. The next steps were Jeremy's. All I could do was lie back and
watch my remarkable son as he accommodated my thick daddy dick inside his
perfect little hole.

As if on cue, he began to grind his ass slowly on my cock. If Ryan's
teaching was right, that meant my son had graduated from feeling discomfort
to feeling pure pleasure. Jer placed his hands on my chest to balance
himself as he moved his ass at a variety of angles. Straight up, to the
side, a little forward, a little toward the back. He smiled down at me and
said, "Oh my god, your cock feels better than I ever imagined."

With my mind no longer concerned about his pain, my body went right back
into pleasure mode. I had been close to shooting before he sat on my
cock. So there was no way I would be able to hold out long now that I was
deep inside him. And like a horny teenager with no self-control, I felt the
tingling in my groin again.

I concentrated on holding the load inside while my mind processed all the
elements of our encounter that were driving me wild. First, Jer had called
me `Dad.' Not in a roleplaying sense, like when we were with Nick and
Chris. No, this time it was genuine. Something had broken down that barrier
in our relationship, allowing Jeremy finally to see me as his true father.

Additionally, we both unabashedly had proclaimed our love for the very
first time. And they hadn't been just words spoken in the heat of the
moment. No, they had been honestly spoken. I was in love with Jeremy and he
felt the same for me.

And then there was the glorious feeling of his ass. It fit my meat like a
glove. For the first time in my entire life, I felt like my cock had found
its home. There was no question in my mind that Jeremy and I were made for
each other.

I placed my hands on his meaty thighs and slowly began fucking him. As soon
as he felt me moving, he stopped his own grinding and let me take over. My
body shook as I felt the warm silky walls of his tight rectum slide up and
down my engorged cock. I had a flashback of fucking both Ryan and Joseph
and I remembered how good their asses had felt. But this was much
better. It didn't just feel good. It felt perfect.

Jeremy's eyes went cross-eyed as he murmured, "Fuck me, Dad. Oh god, I
can't believe you're really fucking me. I have wanted this for so long."

I watched the muscles of his body flex and release as he reacted to every
movement of my cock inside him. He closed his eyes and went into his own
world for a few moments as he enjoyed the sensations he was feeling. He
then opened them again, looked down at me and said, "I love you so much."

I pushed deep inside him one more time. Then, despite my desire to hold
back, I felt my balls release their juice. As I flooded his insides with my
cream, I cried out, "Oh god...I love... you... too." I closed my eyes as I
completely focused on the pleasure of pumping my seed deep inside my son's
ass.

I then felt warm splashes on my stomach. I opened my eyes and saw the
scalding hot white lava erupting from my son's cock and landing all over my
chest and stomach. He wasn't even touching his prick! It was releasing its
load of its own accord.

I watched his flying cum in fascination as I flooded his hole with seven or
eight pulses of my own life-giving fluid. Then my body collapsed. My balls
had no more cum to give him and I had no more energy with which to fuck
him.

Jeremy had also finished shooting and he too collapsed, landing on top of
me. His cum was now smeared all over his torso as well as mine. I lamented
not being able to scoop up that load and eat it. But I knew it was only the
first of many loads his balls would release over the next few days. Surely,
I would get a few cum meals before the weekend was through.

He then placed his lips to mine and kissed me. I pulled him into a tight
hug with the little remaining energy I had in me. I didn't want to let him
go. The only reason we stopped kissing a few moments later was because we
were both gasping for breath, worn out from our first true coupling.

Jeremy lay on top of me, his head resting against my neck. My cock was
still hard and buried inside his hole. I stroked his back and smiled. I had
never before been as content as I was in that moment. My life had just
entered a new chapter and I knew it was going to be a wonderful one.

We caressed each other as we both spent time with our own thoughts. After
several minutes, Jeremy was the first to speak. "Did you mean what you
said?"

My mind hadn't fully cleared from the post-orgasm fog, so I asked, "What?"

"You said you love me. Did you mean it?" His voice was trembling slightly.

I lifted his head so we could look directly at one another,
"Absolutely. And I'm not just saying that because my cock is still inside
you." We both chuckled as Jeremy pushed his ass down, drawing my cock
deeper inside his hole. "This has nothing to do with sex. This is coming
from my heart. I was afraid to admit it before, but now I have no problem
saying it. I love you, Jeremy Hunt."

His eyes reddened as tears began to coalesce around them. "I love you too,
Clint Malone. I have felt this way ever since you married my mom. I never
dreamed you'd ever feel the same way about me."

I kissed the tip of his nose and said, "I'm sorry it has taken me so long
to catch up."

That made him grin, but the tears began to fall anyway. He closed his eyes,
trying to hold them back. I pressed my lips against his eyelids, wishing my
kisses had the power to make him stop crying. I knew they were tears of
joy, but they still made my heart ache.

I continued gently kissing his eyes and licking the tears from his cheeks
until he regained his composure. When he opened them again, I pushed my
cock deeper into his ass, surprised that I was still rock hard. I said,
"I'm sorry for cumming so quickly. But if you're up for one more round, I
promise to last longer."

Jeremy grinned and said, "Only one more? I want you to fuck me all night!"

I laughed, skeptical that I would be able to keep up with his youthful
stamina. But I was sure as hell going to try.

Before starting another session, I needed to take care of one thing. My
wife was expecting a call from us. The sooner I got it over with, the
sooner Jeremy and I could get back to making love. I said, "I need to give
your mom a quick call to let her know we arrived safely. Then let's head
upstairs to wash up and break in the bed."

Jeremy nodded and released my cock from his glove-like ass. I stared at my
rigid baby maker, amazed that it had been completely inside my son's tight
pink hole. It glistened with lube and remnants of my sperm. Jeremy held it
in his hand and licked the cum from it. Once there was no more baby batter
for him to eat, he let go and gave me a smile. "Your cum always tastes
good."

I pulled him up for a final kiss, tasting my cum on his lips and tongue.
Then we both stood. I retrieved my phone from my pants and dialed Beth's
number. As I waited for her to answer, I stroked my cock and watched her
naked son gather up our clothes and take them inside. I felt butterflies in
my stomach as I watched him cleaning up our mess. He was such a good kid,
the perfect son.

After I spoke with his mother, I was going to see if I was up to the
challenge of fucking him all night.

End of Chapter 18.