Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2016 23:19:23 -0500 From: GH Jock Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 2 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 Chapter 2 The rest of the afternoon was awkward for me. I had no idea how to act around Jeremy. There was no parenting handbook that explained how to act around your step-son after he has given you an expert blow job. This was unchartered territory, or at least taboo territory. I wondered how many other step-fathers had been in this situation. I would have given money to hear their advice. I had to figure this out on my own. I had always relied on my instincts to help me in difficult situations. In fact, earlier that day I had been convinced those instincts were helping me guide my step-son in the direction of healthy recovery from the incident with the police. But it turned out those instincts were completely wrong. They had lead me in an entirely unintended direction. And now I was stuck with the consequences. I felt a trickle of semen seep from my cockhead. I always leaked for a while after cumming. I had changed my clothing after feeding Jeremy my load. But my fresh pair of shorts were getting sticky with post-orgasm semen. I winced, wondering if I would ever be able to hide the evidence of the earlier sexual activity. Jeremy had gone to his room after finishing his chores. I sat alone in the living room with my guilt, confusion and leaking cock. I sat deep in thought for nearly 45 minutes, at which point my wife arrived and provided a much needed distraction. The rest of the evening was a mixture of normalcy and anxiety. Beth was completely oblivious to the fact that something was different between her son and me. If asked, she would have said the evening was perfectly typical. But I was in turmoil, especially every time Jeremy was near. I was sure that there would be some sign that would make Beth realize that I had done an unspeakable act with him. But no sign appeared. Our secret was safe. As the evening turned into night, I began to relax and to think a little more clearly. There was surely another way I could help Jeremy get over his addiction. Letting him suck my dick was the easy way to deal with it. But it couldn't be the only way. By the time Beth and I went to bed, I had convinced myself that I would come up with an alternative. The blow job Jeremy had given me – albeit one of the best I had ever received -- would be the only one he'd ever give me. I would make sure of it. The following morning, while perusing the newspaper before leaving for work, Beth ran across an article in the local news section. She gave a grunt of disgust then whispered to me, "Did you see this? A minister got arrested yesterday. He was caught having sex with a minor in Lanken Park. Can you believe that? What is the world coming to?" My heart skipped a beat. In all the commotion of the day before, I had never stopped to wonder who had been caught with Jeremy in the men's room. As my wife droned on about how disgusting the man was, I felt a renewed sense of relief that the police had chosen to let Jeremy go. The minister had not been treated as nicely. If the police had dealt with both of them equally, Beth and I would have been having a completely different conversation that morning. I nodded and agreed with everything she said during her tirade. I just wanted her to get it out of her system and move on. I feared with each statement she made that she would somehow figure out that Jeremy was the minor in question. Finally, she looked at her watch and realized we were almost late for work. We tossed our dishes in the sink and flew out the door, giving each other a goodbye kiss before getting in our cars and driving our separate ways. I was distracted all morning at work. Whenever I tried to concentrate, the memory of sitting on the couch with my cock buried in my step-son's throat snuck back in. In the light of a new day, it seemed unreal that the events of the day before had actually transpired. Yes, I had picked my son up from the police station. And, yes, I had helped him calm down and feel better about the whole situation. But, was it really true that I had allowed him to wrap his young lips around my prick and swallow my cum? And had I really promised to let him do so whenever he felt tempted to seek out anonymous sex? My phone buzzed. It was a text from Jeremy. It simply said, "sos" My heart began to race. It was all true. And my step-son was asking me to come through on my promise. I looked at the time. It was 11:30. Close enough to lunch time not to raise any eyebrows if I stepped out of the office. I confirmed that we would meet at home and headed that way. In the 10 minutes it took me to get there, I tried to figure out any way I could help him without resorting to feeding him my cock. I cursed at myself. "Damn, Clint! You should have spent the morning thinking about alternative ways of helping him, not replaying the blow job over and over in your mind!" With the pressure suddenly on, I couldn't come up with anything. I stepped into the house and saw him sitting on the couch. He gave me a shy smile and said, "I'm sorry. I thought I could do it. But then I was on my bike, riding to the park. I got all the way there then panicked when I saw the men's room. The only reason I didn't go in was because I was afraid of getting caught by the police. I texted you when I was almost home again." I nervously played with the change in my pants pockets as I approached him. "It's OK, Jer. You did the right thing. I'm glad you reached out to me instead of going in." He licked his lips, "You're glad? Oh my god, I'm so happy to hear that. I was worried you had changed your mind." I groaned softly. I had done it again. I had said something that he misinterpreted. It was true that I was glad he reached out to me. But not because I wanted him to suck me off. No, that was not why. I was glad because he was acknowledging his addiction and reaching out to me for support. God! Why wasn't I trying to make that more clear? He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his head against my chest. He was hugging me hard. I couldn't hug back. I didn't know what message that would send him. So I grabbed each of his shoulders and pressed. It was one of those non-committal hugs men gave one another. It didn't faze him though. He was done hugging me and was beginning to strip me. He pulled my dress shirt free from my pants. He then did the same with my undershirt. He lifted them both, exposing my stomach, and began to kneel down while kissing it. He kissed my belly button and the skin above my pants line while he unbuckled my belt. He then tried to unbutton the top of my pants. It was apparent he was having a hard time with my pants. I could have used that opportunity to stop him. But instead, I pushed his hands aside and unbuttoned them for him. He grabbed my ass as I unzipped my fly. I was surprised by the touch and suddenly worried that he was giving me some kind of hint that he wanted to play with my butt. Before I could protest, his true intentions became clear as he yanked my pants down as soon as my zipper was completely undone. All that was between his mouth and my meat were my boxer shorts. I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was coming next. I was surprised when I felt him standing and leaning against my chest again. He began to unbutton my dress shirt. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled it off of me and placed it neatly on the chair behind us. How thoughtful of him to worry about wrinkling it. He then pulled up my undershirt and said in a lustful husky voice, "Please pull that off for me. You're too tall." My hands were shaking as I did as he asked. This was not going as I expected. I had thought he would simply pull my dick out of my pants and suck it, like he had done the day before. But this was altogether different. He was trying to get me naked. Why was I letting him? I threw the undershirt onto the couch. Jeremy placed his hands on my chest, admiring its shape. I suddenly felt happy that I had been consistently going to the gym during lunch over the past several months. I was not as muscular as my brother, Ryan, but I was looking good for a 33-year old man. I knew it made no sense, but I was glad I was pleasing my step-son with my body. Well, as I thought about it, it was good that my body pleased him. The more he was attracted to me, the less he would be tempted to seek sex elsewhere. Maintaining my decent body would be an additional way of helping him. Yeah, that sounded good. Jeremy admired my chest for several seconds before leaning in and gently biting one of my nipples. A jolt of pleasure swept through my body. My nipples were very sensitive and Jeremy had bit the one just right. That jolt gave me great pleasure, but it also frightened me. I did not want my step-son to believe we were making love. No, I was just there to satisfy his need for cock and cum. So, even though every fiber of my being wanted to allow him to continue to pleasure my nipples, my mind won out and I pulled him away. He looked up at me with questioning eyes. I shook my head, "None of that." I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my crotch. "That's what we agreed to." He gave my nipple a quick defiant lick, then flashed his perfect smile, "Sorry. I couldn't resist. You're just so sexy." I suppressed my own smile as I pushed him to his knees. My ego had been properly fed. It was nice to hear those words, even if they were coming from my cock hungry step-son. On his knees now, Jeremy pulled my boxers down to the floor. I was suddenly fully naked in front of my step-son. Well, my pants and boxers were at my feet and I still had my socks and shoes on. But I was naked from the shins up. That was more naked than any man should be in front of his teenage step-son. Jeremy, on the other hand, was still dressed. He was wearing a pair of blue gym shorts with an elastic waist band and a yellow t-shirt. The image of his shirt pulling away from his shorts, exposing the top of his youthful ass, was the last thing I saw before he sucked in my cock and I closed my eyes. As he performed his cock-hardening magic, I processed the image of his backside. I realized that I had seen the skin of his ass because he was wearing a jock strap. My shaft began to harden as I wondered why he would be wearing a jock strap at all. He had been on his way to the men's room in the park, not to the gym. I would later learn the full extent of the activity my son engaged in with men at the park. But at that moment I knew very little about what went on there and I didn't have the imagination to figure out why a jock strap would be useful. I told myself he must have found it more comfortable than regular underwear. I dismissed the thoughts of his backside as I focused on the pleasure my son was giving me. He had his hands on my ass again, but this time it just seemed he was holding on for balance. So I didn't complain. I felt his amazing tongue and throat massage every inch of my meat, bringing it to its full hardness. He pulled off and spat on it occasionally, increasing the amount of wetness I felt. He would occasionally pull off and jack me, all the while covering my shaft with spit so it was continually wet. It felt incredible. No woman had ever used that technique with me. I was tempted to look down at him, but still couldn't do it. I was much more relaxed this time, having no difficulty getting hard and not finding it necessary to imagine he were a woman. But I still couldn't bring myself to look at him. He spat on my dick and continued to stroke it. "Your cock is beautiful, Clint. I like how big the head is and how thick the shaft is. It's perfect. I could suck it all day." I liked hearing him compliment my cock. It had been years since I had had sex with someone who expressed their appreciation for it. Jeremy's mother never talked about it at all. When we had sex, she definitely enjoyed its girth. I could tell by her satisfied smile as I slid it into her. But she couldn't talk dirty. She gave very little feedback while having sex with me. Don't get me wrong. I didn't need a woman to moan and praise me constantly, but I did miss hearing the occasional, `Oh yeah, right there,' and `Oh my god you're so thick.' I couldn't complain about that with Jeremy. He liked my cock and he wasn't shy about letting me know. Without thinking, I reflexively responded, "I wish you could suck it all day." I meant it. The kid's mouth was insanely good. Upon hearing that, he resumed sucking. With one hand still grasping one of my ass cheeks, he used the other to jack me off while sucking me. He timed the strokes perfectly with each oral descent on my cock. It felt like I was inside a warm wet pussy. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and started fucking. Oh my god, my son's mouth and hand felt so good. I would be cumming soon, if he kept this up. But he didn't. He seemed to sense my impending orgasm and stopped to delay it. I was gasping for breath as the moment passed. I dared to open my eyes to look down at him to see what he was doing. He had taken off his shorts and was stepping out of his jock. I saw his teenage cock for the first time. It was fully erect. It looked like it was about as long as mine, but wasn't nearly as thick. The pearly white shaft curved down and ended in a pink head. I was impressed. He was only 15 and he was already packing a nice one. He placed a towel at his feet and over my pants. I smiled at his thoughtfulness. If my guess was right, he was placing the towel over my pants to make sure none of our cum fell on them. God he was a good kid. He got back on his knees and began stroking his adolescent meat as he grasped my cock and pulled it into his mouth. I caught a glimpse of my mature dick disappearing past his youthful lips before I closed my eyes again. He resumed the previous sucking and jacking action. It brought me to the brink again quickly. As I felt the orgasm beginning to build, he stopped and grunted. I knew without looking that my step-son was ejaculating. My own cum pulsed into his mouth a moment later. One, two, three large pulses. I heard him gulp as he swallowed it. Then I felt him squeeze my shaft and begin to milk it dry. My knees buckled, but I maintained my balance as my step-son drank every bit of life-giving fluid I could produce. When he was satisfied that no more would come out, he withdrew my cock and said, "Your cum is delicious." I smiled as I thought, "If your mother would let me cum in her mouth, she might like the taste as much as you do." I opened my eyes and looked down at my incredible cocksucker. My cock was still hard in his hand and he was looking at it, as if willing it to produce more nectar. I watched him for a moment, amazed at how entranced with my cock he was. It felt good to be admired. He looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks. I really needed that." He stood and picked up the towel. It was covered in his teenage spunk. I was amazed at how much cum there was. I wondered if that was normal for him, or if he had been holding that load in for a number of days. He folded the towel so he could use the backside to wipe his cock dry. Then he used it to do the same for mine. He playfully kissed my nipple and I pushed him away, saying, "Enough of that!" I gave him a stern look. He gave me a sly smile. He knew I liked it. Oh god. He would be licking my nipples again, that look in his eye was making it clear. Would I have the willpower to refuse him next time? We pulled on our clothes and as I was buttoning my shirt, I asked, "Did you see today's paper? There's an article about the incident in the park yesterday. They arrested the other guy. Apparently he is a minister." He didn't respond. He seemed lost in thought. I asked, "Hey Jer, did you know that? The guy was a minister." He simply shook his head, "No, I didn't know that. I feel so guilty." He curled up into a ball on the couch and pulled a pillow close to him. I suddenly felt like an idiot for even bringing up the subject. "Hey buddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." He stared at the wall, "Why did they let me go and not him? It's probably ruining his life." I buckled my belt then sat next to him on the couch. "Don't blame yourself. The police gave you a pass because of your age. The minister is an adult. He's responsible for his actions." He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I could tell he was close to tears. "No...but...you don't understand. That's not..." He stopped and buried his head in the pillow. I bent down and hugged him. He was in so much pain that all my reservations about showing him affection had gone out the window. I held him for a few minutes while I listened to him cry into the pillow. I couldn't imagine what he was going through. But I knew he needed someone to hold him. Eventually, he stopped crying and pulled his face away from the pillow. "I'm sorry. I'm OK now. Thanks for being here for me. I don't know what I would do if you weren't so understanding." I gave him a pat on the back then I stood up and replied, "You'll get through this, buddy. Just give it time." I walked into the kitchen to get a quick glass of water before leaving. I noticed that the dishes Beth and I had left in the sink that morning were no longer there. Jeremy, despite his desperate need to feed his addiction, had taken the time to clean up a mess his parents had made. Time and time again, he proved that he was the perfect son. I took a final look back at him curled up on the couch before I closed the door and returned to work. He was no longer crying and seemed simply to be thinking. I was sure he'd be OK alone for now. I would try to beat my wife home from work that evening so I could check on him before she got home. End of Chapter 2.