Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2018 06:36:13 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 29

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 29

The following day, I was exhausted from getting very little sleep. I felt
like a zombie all morning. Then as my lunch hour approached, the fog in my
mind began to clear and I started thinking about Jeremy's request to go to
the truck stop together. My cock chubbed as I imagined my sexy son jacking
off a curious married man who had gone to the diner to eat with his wife
and kids. It hardened more as I pictured him getting on his knees to suck
off a horny trucker who had taken a break from his long ride to release
some tension at the truck stop. It hardened completely as I imagined
fucking Jeremy's amazing ass in the middle of the men's room, putting on a
show for envious onlookers.

Sure, the idea of going to the truck stop for sexual fun with my son was
exciting. But was it safe? We had had sex there once already without any
trouble. But I didn't want to be fooled into a false sense of security
based on one experience.

Then it dawned on me that Nick might know. I sent the police officer an
encrypted text message asking if he knew about the place and if it was
safe. His response came quickly, 'Very safe. Meet you there in 30 minutes.'

I laughed. Nick was such a horn dog. But I didn't have the energy or the
time to get into a sexual situation that day. So I told him I was only
asking for future reference.

After a few tries at convincing me to go, including sending me a pic of his
huge uncut dick, he finally accepted that I was serious about not getting
together. He then answered my questions about the truck stop bathroom. He
explained that the owners knew about the glory holes. Their attitude was
that whatever truckers needed to do to stay sane on the road was no concern
of theirs. They also saw the situation as good for business. Many truckers
went to the truck stop to get off in the men's room. Then they went into
the diner to eat. It was a lucrative arrangement.

I was surprised. Didn't the police know about the activity too?

Nick explained that the police had never received a single complaint about
the activity in the men's room. So, no cops ever went there. He then added,
'Except for the cops that go there to get off.'

My cock hardened again as I wondered just how many of Nick's cop buddies
were into man-on-man sex like he was. The idea of running into them there
was intriguing. I remembered watching the video of Nick and a fellow cop
getting serviced by a man through a portable glory hole. At the time, I
supposed I had assumed that the buddy in the video was Nick's only fellow
public-sex-loving cop. Had Nick just revealed that there were more?

As I processed what he was telling me, I became curious about why he hung
out at the park instead of the truck stop men's room. It seemed the latter
was a safer place to look for public sex.

True to his nature, Nick answered with blunt honesty and a complete lack of
shame. 'Because there aren't many teenagers at the truck stop.'

I chuckled and said out loud, "You gotta love his honesty." Nick was
clearly into sex with all kinds of guys. But he made no bones about his
penchant for teenage boys. I glanced again at the picture of his huge uncut
cock and I wondered how many adolescent holes he had stretched open with it
through the years.

I then remembered the day that Jeremy sucked me off in the men's room at
the truck stop. The man who watched us had said, "He's a teenager, you
lucky bastard." Now that Nick had told me that not many teenagers went to
the truck stop, I understood why the man had reacted so eagerly. I began to
feel even hornier knowing how turned on the guy must have been by watching
us. With my bulging crotch safely hidden under my desk, I gave it a squeeze
as my excitement increased. I assured myself that Jeremy and I would find a
way to go to the truck stop soon.

I thanked Nick for the info and promised to set up a time for him to join
Jeremy, Ryan and me soon. I couldn't wait to see my brother and the cop
together.

Later that evening, while I sat on the couch enjoying my nightly view of my
son's beautiful round ass as he lay on the floor in front of me, Beth asked
me, "So, have you thought about it? Are you going to the church and the
rally with us on Sunday?"

I had thought about it. A lot. And I had decided that I would not join
her. In fact, I wished I had it in my power to stop the whole thing. I
sympathized with the congregation's desire for their minister to return to
the church. But any extra attention given to the man's predicament would
put Jeremy at more risk of being called in for an interview. It was eating
me up inside that I couldn't protect my son from that.

I asked, "Why do you feel so strongly about it? You didn't even know the
man existed before all this happened."

Beth let out a sigh, "Because I am as guilty as everyone else. When I read
the article about his arrest, I rushed to judgment and called him a
pervert." She looked over at her son lying on the floor and said, "I
assumed he was guilty and I didn't want him to be free to prey on boys like
Jeremy. I gossiped about the man. And now it's obvious that he's
innocent. I feel horrible. I need to go to this rally to make up for that."

My mind was spinning. I wanted to yell out, "But he is guilty! And Jeremy
is the teenager he was having sex with when he was caught! Don't you see
how fucked up all this is?" But I held in those thoughts. I simply said, "I
get it. I won't try to talk you out of going. But I don't want to get
involved."

She forcefully flipped the page of the magazine she was reading. I knew
what that meant. She was annoyed that she couldn't manipulate me. I said
nothing; I was not going be guilted into going. About five minutes later,
she stormed off and went upstairs.

As soon as she was gone, Jer turned to me and said, "I don't want to go to
the church service. But I am kinda interested in going to the rally." He
then whispered, "And I could introduce you to Minister Bryce."

I gestured for him to sit next to me, "Come here."

He joined me on the couch. I wanted to put my arm around him, but I didn't
dare. Instead, I placed my hand next to his on the cushion between us. Our
fingers were touching. The physical contact, though minimal, was
electrifying.

I asked, "Why are you interested in the rally? I assumed you would want to
stay safely away from it. I know I do."

Jer wrapped his pinkie over mine, "I know it will be weird. But I want to
support him. Plus, I want to see a protest in action."

I sighed. Despite my unease about the rally, I wasn't going to let Jer go
to it without protection. Against my better judgment, I said, "If you
really want to go, I'll go with you."

Jer smiled and said, "Thanks, Dad."

We both looked at each other. It was clear we would have kissed if we had
been alone in the house.

Jer then looked down at my crotch and said, "I so want to make you feel
good right now."

I was about to say something suggestive in response, but Beth came back
downstairs at that point.

Jeremy and I quickly shifted our hands away from each other and turned to
face the TV.

As Beth approached the couch, she gave us an odd look. For a moment, I was
afraid she was beginning to figure out what was going on between us.

But she focused on her son and asked, "Clint didn't just talk you out of
going, did he?"

I saw Jer's body stiffen as he said, "No, not at all. The rally sounds
interesting; I want to go to it. But not to the church."

Beth gave me a look of surprise, as if she really had thought I had gone
behind her back to convince her son not to go. She was speechless for a few
seconds, then said, "I think it will be a good experience for you. If you
do end up being a human rights lawyer, you're going to be exposed to a lot
of protests. A peaceful rally like this one will be a good introduction."

She then looked at me expectantly.

I acted like the peer pressure had worked on me. I raised my hands and
said, "OK, OK. I give in. I'll go. Maybe you and Karen can go to the church
together. Then Jer and I can meet you at the rally."

The tension in the house was gone. Beth had gotten her way, at least
partially.

Later that evening, Ryan texted me to confirm that he and his kids would be
coming by our house for dinner on Saturday. As we exchanged messages, I
couldn't believe how excited I was getting about seeing my brother. I knew
that we wouldn't be able to do anything sexual while he and his kids were
at our house. But that didn't stop me from getting aroused at the idea of
spending time with him.

Thursday felt like an endless day for me. The more time that passed without
me being intimate with my son, the more I longed for him. I hoped that he
would cancel his lunch plans with Lisa so he could be with me. But that
didn't happen. As my lunch hour approached, I considered going to the park
or maybe to the video store. If I couldn't be with Jeremy, maybe I could
find a stranger who was hungry for a married man's cock and cum.

I decided to check out the video store. With my cock semi-hard in
anticipation, I headed toward the elevator lobby. But before I got there,
my boss waylaid me and asked me to join him at a 1:00 meeting. It was 12:30
already. There wasn't enough time for me to go the video store. Frustrated,
I went next door and got a sandwich. I was grumpy for the remainder of the
day.

When I arrived home, my mood worsened. Jeremy's car was not in the
driveway. And when I stepped inside, I confirmed that my young lover was
not home. Weeks before, if he wasn't home when I arrived from work, I
barely would have given his absence a second thought. But so much had
changed. Now, I looked forward to seeing my boy's smiling face as soon as I
walked through the door. It was a big disappointment not to see him there
waiting for me.

Beth greeted me with an affectionate kiss. And, although her arm was still
in a cast, she pressed her body against mine as she hugged me. I quickly
analyzed the situation and realized she might have been feeling
amorous. With Jeremy out of the house, perhaps we could take advantage of
the time alone and engage in some husband/wife special time. My body
started heating up and my cock began to stiffen. I was horny and I liked
the idea of being inside my wife. The prospect of sex was lifting my
spirits.

But the sound of Jeremy's car pulling into the driveway changed
everything. Beth quickly stepped away from me, ending the hope of a quickie
before dinner. At the same time, I transferred my horny thoughts to my
son. Even though I knew he and I would have no opportunity to be intimate,
the mere idea of seeing him excited me. I would be seeing his handsome
face, his captivating eyes and his fuckable butt.

It fascinated me how quickly I could go from wanting to fuck my wife to
wanting to fuck my son. I was a lucky man to have two willing sex partners
in my life. Well, truth be told, I actually had gone from having one
occasionally-willing sex partner--Beth--to having a handful of
always-willing ones--Jeremy, Ryan, Hector and Nick. Was I the luckiest man
in the world, or what?

When Jeremy walked through the door, my bad mood went away
completely. There he was. My amazing son. The sight of him took my breath
away.

He was wearing gym clothes, so I asked, "Did you just come from working
out?" I wished I could pull him into a hug and kiss him.

He grinned and said, "Yeah, I went over to Hector's and we worked out in
his basement." Beth was in the kitchen so Jer took the opportunity to
suggestively flash his eyebrows a couple times.

My cock thickened as I imagined what kind of work out the two boys had
done. My son probably had filled his friend's muscular ass with one of his
huge cum loads. I reflexively looked down at Jer's crotch and saw the
outline of his beautiful prick.

He saw the movement of my eyes and gave his bulge a quick squeeze. He then
covered it with his backpack just in time for his mother to enter the
living room.

Beth said, "Hey, sweetie. Did things go well with Lisa?"

My son scoffed, "Not really. I don't have time for her craziness."

Beth frowned and said, "You don't really mean that. She's your best
friend."

Jer shook his head and started heading to the stairs, "Not anymore."

As our son disappeared upstairs, Beth gave me a sad look. "Poor thing. It
must hurt to have such a good friendship end."

I nodded, but I couldn't muster the energy to care too much. Not while
knowing that Jer had gone straight to Hector after his discussion with
Lisa. If the ending of Jer and Lisa's friendship meant Hector was going to
become a fixture in our lives, I wasn't going to feel bad about it. I was
going to enjoy the hell out of it.

On Friday, I went to lunch with people from the office to celebrate one of
their birthdays. Julia sat on my left and spent much of the meal talking
about her daughter and how much she hoped Jeremy and the girl would hit it
off.

On my right sat Wayne, the teenage mailroom clerk for whom I had lusted the
day after Jeremy's birthday.

As I listened to Julia speak, I pondered how much my world view had changed
in such a short amount of time. Julia had fueled my sexual fantasies ever
since she started working with us. But at that moment it was the cute
teenage kid on my right that was captivating me. His mere presence was
fueling my horniness. I imagined taking him to the men's room and fucking
his tight hole in one of the stalls. I was thankful for the napkin covering
my lap because my cock was hardening and making a noticeable tent in my
dress pants.

When we returned to the office, I was so fucking horny. All I could think
about was how badly I wanted to be with Jeremy. The next guaranteed
opportunity to be alone with my son would be Sunday while Beth was at the
church service. If all went as planned, she would be worshipping God while
Jer and I would be worshipping one another's body. Sunday couldn't come
fast enough. It felt painfully far away.

As evening approached, my horniness increased. I couldn't stop thinking
about sex. Jeremy, Ryan, Hector, Nick, Chris, Dale. All of them filled my
thoughts and made me hornier by the second. Even the mysterious religious
father from the woods popped into my mind and made me yearn for male
physical contact. I considered stopping by the park, the video store or
even the truck stop on the way home. I told myself I could be in and out in
a matter of minutes, if I got lucky. The idea of getting off with an
anonymous man or teenage boy made my cock leak pre-cum into my pants.

But no, I would not do that. Not because I thought anything was wrong with
it. But because Beth had asked me to pick up a new pain killer prescription
from the pharmacy. Her arm had started bothering her again, so her doctor
ordered a refill for her. For my wife's sake, the sooner I got home, the
sooner she could get pain relief. I would not be selfish and prolong her
pain just so I could get my dick sucked by a stranger.

When I got home, I saw that Jer was dressed in his blue gym shorts--his
favorite shorts to wear when he went looking for sex at the park. My cock
hardened as I pictured my son servicing men through the glory holes in the
men's room. I hoped the shorts were a sign that he had gotten lucky that
day.

Jer was also wearing one of the aprons we had bought at the lake. My mind
surged with lust as I remembered how good his ass looked when he wore the
apron naked. I wanted to lower his shorts and fuck him right there over the
stove.

Beth walked out of the kitchen to put the pill bottle upstairs in our
bathroom. I took the opportunity to quickly put my hand inside my son's
shorts. He was wearing a jock strap, which was another sign that he had
been looking for sex at the park. I knew his body so well that I found his
hole instantly. I touched it, then brought my finger to my mouth and licked
it. I jokingly whispered, "Tastes like cum. How many loads?"

Jeremy's jaw dropped, "How...?" He then laughed, "Two, but I know you can't
taste them. You liar!"

I put my hand back into his shorts and fingered his hole. I said, "I'm
dying to give you a third. Damn it!"

Jer reached for my crotch and rubbed my bulge. "Oh Dad. Please! I need you
so bad." He tilted his head and we kissed. His lips and tongue felt
amazing.

I was tempted to follow through on my desire to pull his shorts down and
fuck him right there. I almost convinced myself we had enough
time. Considering how horny I was, I felt confident I could cum after only
a handful of thrusts into his warm, tight ass. I could pull the back of his
shorts down, slide my cock into his waiting hole, thrust a few times,
deposit my seed, pull out, lift his shorts back into place, and hide my
cock in my pants again. All in less than a minute. Like two animals mating
quickly in the wild.

But I didn't. And that was a good decision. Beth walked back downstairs far
sooner than expected. Jer and I only had a few moments to remove our hands
from each other's body before Beth walked into the kitchen.

We gave each other an oh-my-god-that-was-so-close look. Then I brought my
finger to my mouth and licked it again. I said, "Tastes amazing, Jer." Of
course, his mom thought I was complimenting him on his cooking. She had no
idea it was the taste of his ass that I was enjoying.

After dinner, my wife curled up next to me on the couch. She was talking
about something, but I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. I was
too distracted by Jeremy's ass. I was imagining my son bent over in front
of the glory holes at the park and taking loads from two anonymous men. I
desperately wanted to be the third to inseminate my son that day.

Jer was unrelenting in his teasing. He knew how horny I was and he was
enjoying driving me crazy by touching, spreading and squeezing his ass
cheeks. All innocent movements, of course. But all designed to make me
crazy with lust for him.

Late in the evening, Beth commented on how much pain she was feeling. I
asked, "Are the pain killers not working?"

She shook her head, "I haven't taken any yet. You know how completely they
knock me out. I want to wait until we're ready for bed."

A lightbulb went off in my head. My wife would be taking a pain killer soon
and she would be guaranteed to sleep deeply for several hours as a
result. That meant I could visit Jeremy in his room after his mother fell
asleep. I excitedly looked at my son's perfect ass and knew I would be
inside it soon. Trying not to be selfish, I resisted the urge to encourage
Beth to take the pill as soon as possible. But I did start yawning and
stretching, hoping to make her think she was tired too.

She lasted longer than I expected. At 11:00, she finally yawned and said,
"I'm ready to go to bed. How about you?"

Trying to moderate the excitement in my voice, I yawned and said, "Yeah, I
think it's time."

We headed upstairs. Beth took her pain pill. We slipped into bed and I
waited. About 45 minutes later, I heard the first long deep breath that
indicated my wife was asleep. Although I was dying to get to my son, I
wanted to be as careful as possible. I waited another 20 minutes to make
sure she was truly asleep. Then I rolled out of bed and made my way to
Jer's room.

As I walked down the hall, I felt my excitement increase. I was finally
going to be with Jeremy again. I was going to lay beside him, touch his
body, feel his caresses, and enjoy his kisses. I also was looking forward
to eating his boy-hole. I couldn't remember the last time I had studied his
ass lips before pressing my tongue past his tight opening. I wanted to
experience that again.

By the time I reached his room, my dick was fully hard. Before I knocked, I
took a deep breath, telling myself to take it slow. Unlike earlier in the
week when I fucked his ass out of animalistic need in the bathroom, this
night I could let the passion build before going for the final act of
fucking his hole and filling it with a multi-day load.

In response to my knock, Jer said, "Come in." He was lying on his bed in
just his blue shorts watching a movie on his tablet. He smiled excitedly
when he saw me stepping into his room. He said in a loud whisper, "Dad!
What are you doing here?"

I closed the door and said, "Your mom's going to be asleep for hours. I
came to be with you."

Jer put his tablet aside and moved over to give me room next to him on the
bed.

I lay down and pulled him into a kiss. As our lips parted and our tongues
began to dance, I ran my hands all over his smooth chest and back. His skin
was soft and warm. I enjoyed touching every inch of it.

Jer did the same to me. He placed his hands beneath my t-shirt and began
exploring my chest, stomach and back.

By the way we were touching and kissing each other, you would have thought
we hadn't been with each other in months. It had only been a few days and
yet it felt like a lifetime.

Within minutes, we were completely naked and I was feeling every inch of my
son's thick legs, muscular bubble butt, long dick, and low hanging
balls. Very quickly, I realized my plans to go slowly were flying out the
window. My son made me weak. And I had allowed my horniness to increase
over the last few days to the point that I desperately needed release. My
balls were full of a few days' worth of cum and I needed to empty them deep
inside my son's warm body.

Jeremy seemed to be of the same mind. As soon as I moved my kisses down to
his neck, he turned his body so we were spooning. He pressed his bubble
butt against my hard cock.

So, an innocent make-out session quickly turned into something more. Before
I knew it, my cock was sliding into my son's amazing ass. I nearly bit his
neck as I was overwhelmed by the familiar sensation of his silky inner
walls wrapping themselves around my thick meat. I was home and it felt
good.

I began fucking my son's ass while lying in the spoon position. I placed my
upper hand on his pelvis and felt every inch of it and the upper portion of
his leg. His skin was soft; his legs were muscular; his cock was hard; his
balls were hanging low. I couldn't get enough of caressing every part of
his body that was in reach. I even placed my hand under his balls and
enjoyed feeling my shaft as it slid in and out of his tight hole.

We had started the encounter with Jeremy's back against my chest while I
kissed his neck and shoulders. But as the fucking intensified, so did our
need to connect. Jeremy slowly twisted his upper body so we could kiss
mouth-to-mouth. I suspected he was uncomfortable in that position, but he
didn't seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to drive him wild to kiss me while
I pummeled his ass.

A half hour before, when I had decided to go to his room, I had been hoping
to make love to him for a few hours. But the universe was out to thwart my
plans. I had gone too long without being able to touch my boy. My balls had
been brewing a load for a few days, increasing my overall horniness. And
fucking him on our sides while we kissed was stimulating every sexual and
romantic nerve in my body. There was no way I could hold back. My body was
screaming for release and I was powerless to fight it.

Far too soon, my nuts tingled and my cock began to pulse. I held back a
loud cry as I felt the incredible joy of releasing my multi-day load deep
inside my son. As my cream traveled up my pipe and emptied into his ass, I
thought about the two loads that had been deposited there earlier that day
by men at the park. Was mine mixing with them? Or had his body already
absorbed them? Either way, I was turned on by knowing that I was not the
only man who had given my son what he craved that day.

Jeremy sensed that I was cumming and increased the intensity of his kisses,
mumbling things into my mouth like, "Yeah, Dad." "Fill me up." "Oh god, I
love you." "I'm all yours."

I continued to pump into his tight young hole and to caress his soft skin
for nearly a minute after I had finished cumming. I wanted the pleasure to
last forever. There was nothing more satisfying than holding my son while I
slid my daddy meat in and out of his perfect little hole.

My mind cleared and I changed my focus. I wanted to make my son cum. I
wanted to make him feel good and to bring him to a satisfying orgasm.

I removed my softening cock from his ass, catching with my palm the cum
that leaked from his hole. I licked a small bit of it off my hand before I
brought it to Jer's mouth. He grabbed my hand and licked the cream off it
like he was licking the frosting off a spatula. I smiled as I watched my
cum-hungry son enjoy every drop of my life-giving fluid.

I then turned him on his back and dove onto his cock. My own cum hunger was
at a fever pitch. I was so hungry for my son's almond-flavored ball juice,
I could barely control myself. I sucked his perfect cock into my mouth and
went to town. I took his meat completely in my mouth without my teeth
scratching him. I held it deep in my throat for as long as I could, then I
released it and took a deep breath. I lovingly licked his shaft from head
to balls, enjoying every beautiful inch of it.

I grasped his shaft with one hand and lifted his balls with the other. I
ran my tongue all over them, sucking each in and rolling his sperm
factories around in my mouth.

I released them and looked up at his face. He was staring at me with
lust-filled eyes. I asked him, "Are you going to feed me a load, Son?" I
gave his meat a few more sucks, then added, "I haven't tasted your cum in
days. I'm hungry for it."

Jeremy nodded his head and closed his eyes. I placed my mouth on his cock
then I inserted a finger into his cum-filled ass. Seconds later, his hole
tightened on my finger. His cock started pulsing and my mouth became
flooded with his adolescent cream.

I heard myself whimper in delight as I swallowed every drop of my son's
sperm. As usual, it was a huge load, making me work extra hard to swallow
quickly. But I was up to the challenge. I had worked for that load. I
wanted every drop to make it down my throat and into my stomach. I
swallowed and swallowed until the flow of teenage sperm slowed down to a
trickle. Then I used my tongue to lick up the final drops that were oozing
out of his piss slit. I swallowed that down too then gave him a very
satisfied smile.

He smiled back at me and said, "I love you so much, Dad. You are everything
to me."

I scooted back up and lay on top of him. I looked into his mesmerizing eyes
and said, "You're everything to me too, Jer."

We studied one another's face for a few moments, then I lowered my lips to
his and began kissing him again. This time there was no sexual urgency. No
desperate drive to empty our balls. There was just a pure desire to express
our love for one another. There were moments of stillness as we simply
enjoyed holding each other. And there were moments of passion as our desire
to connect both emotionally and physically overtook us.

Jeremy rolled me onto my back and he propped himself up on his side next to
me. He softly ran a finger over my face, my chest, my arms and my
stomach. Occasionally, he kissed my skin right after touching it with his
finger. When he reached my cock, he spent extra time studying the veins on
my shaft and the shape of my cockhead. He didn't seem to be trying to get
me hard again. He seemed to want simply to touch every inch of my body.

He eventually moved down so his mouth was near my crotch. He kissed my cock
and balls. Then he lifted them up so he could move down to my ass.

My heart began to race. I couldn't remember the last time my son had eaten
my hole. Surely, it had been less than a week, but it felt like it had been
an eternity. As if on auto-pilot, I found myself lifting my legs and
offering it to my amazing son.

Jer smiled and gave me a wink, "It's so fun to see you reacting like that,
Dad." He then spread my cheeks and lowered his head to my crack.

As I felt his tongue touch my sensitive ass lips, I shuddered and said, "Oh
god, Jer! I've missed this."

He then began rimming me in earnest, pushing his tongue into my tight hole,
wrapping his lips around my puckered opening and gently nibbling it. I felt
jolts of pleasure travel from my ass to my crotch and I began getting hard
again. That fact didn't go unnoticed by Jeremy. He grabbed my hardening
shaft and began stroking it as he made love to my ass with his mouth.

I wanted to eat his ass too. I maneuvered him into a 69 position and lifted
his leg. There it was. His perfect, tiny, pink hole. Shivers traveled down
my spine. It was so beautiful. I placed a thumb on it and gently played
with his ass lips.

My son moaned and muttered, "Oh god, Dad. Yes."

I spent a few minutes simply playing with his hole. I watched his ass lips
react to my touch, dilating and contracting as I stimulated them with my
thumb. I then leaned down and ran my tongue over the tiny opening. The
taste of his ass was like catnip for me. As soon as I sensed it, I lost all
control. I hungrily pushed my tongue past his lips and into his tight, warm
hole. I tasted my cum immediately, which fueled my desire even more. I slid
my tongue as deep inside him as I could, hoping to find more of my cum as I
drove him wild with pleasure.

Jer squirmed and pressed his ass against my tongue and face.

I pulled my tongue out and licked my lips. I said, "There's nothing tastier
than your cum-filled hole."

Jer removed his tongue from my hole and said, "I like how you went right
for my ass tonight, Dad. It excites me when you are so turned on that all
you can think about is fucking me."

I smiled and said, "I have to admit I was especially turned on knowing that
there were already a couple loads inside there from the guys at the park. I
was imagining their cum was helping lube you up. And that when I was
cumming, I was mixing mine with theirs." I paused then added, "What were
the guys like? Did you see them?"

Jer placed a finger against my hole, gently probing it. He said, "I didn't
see much of them at all. I saw the first guy's upper body a little bit
through the glory hole. Very sexy, maybe your age. The other guy pushed his
dick through the hole too quickly for me to see his body at all."

I felt a tingling in my stomach as my lust began building again. Knowing
that my son had no idea who had fucked him was thrilling. His encounters
with the men had been 100% sexual. They had needed a hole to fuck and Jer's
hole had needed to be fucked. Nothing else had mattered except for cock and
ass. And that made it exciting.

I pushed a finger inside his tiny hole and said thoughtfully, "I wish I
could have been there to see it. I want to watch you do it. To experience
it with you."

Jer pulled my hard cock to his lips and licked the head. "We could go right
now. To the truck stop, you know?"

The idea excited me, but that was impossible. There was no way we could
leave the house together in the middle of the night. What if Beth noticed
we were gone? I shook my head, "Not tonight, Jeremy."

He lowered his mouth on my cock as he continued to gently probe my
sensitive hole with his finger.

I closed my eyes and sighed. My son was such an amazing lover. He was so
affectionate and sexual. He was the type of partner I had always wanted. I
wished he and I could be together... really together.

Probably encouraged by my body's reaction to his finger and mouth, Jer
continued, "Come on, Dad. I'll bet it's fun there right now. Any guy in
that back bathroom this late at night is probably there to get off. And if
it's empty, you can fuck me out in the open, or through one of the glory
holes." He resumed sucking my cock into his warm wet mouth. His talented
tongue swirled around my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my
brain.

Sexual images began flooding my mind. Married men pulling out their dicks
and offering them to me and Jeremy. Other men dropping to their knees to
suck our cocks. Horny men and teenage boys bending over and offering us
their asses. I felt my dick pulse and I knew I had fed my son a warm batch
of pre-cum.

Jer pulled off and swallowed. "If we go now, we could be back in an
hour. In and out. Mom will never notice."

Although my mind was screaming at me to say 'yes,' I shook my head, "No,
Baby. We can't leave the house at this hour."

"Come on, Dad. You promised we'd go soon. And this is the perfect
opportunity." He paused as he fucked his ass on my finger. Then he added,
"It would be so hot for you to fuck me in front of horny truck drivers."

He was pushing my buttons. He knew I liked being watched, especially when I
could show strangers how lucky I was to be having sex with my teenage
son. That thought made it extremely tempting. "Jer, I... we..."

In one quick motion, he rolled me onto my back, straddled my waist, grabbed
my daddy dick and lined it up with his ass crack. He then rubbed his sweet
pink hole over my cockhead and shaft. He pushed his tongue into my
mouth. We kissed as he teased my cock with his beautiful ass. Even though I
had just shot a load deep inside him, I was ready for another round. I had
been horny for days. One orgasm was not going to be enough to tame the
beast between my legs.

Jer stopped kissing me and said, "We can leave her a note. A truthful
one. We can say that neither of us could sleep so we went to the diner to
get a quick late-night snack." He kissed my lips, giving me a few moments
to think about it. Then he added, "But if we do it quickly enough, she'll
never even know we're gone."

I didn't respond. I was torn between what was practical and what was
excitingly risky.

Jer then lowered his hole onto my cock and allowed the tip to enter.

I gasped. The feeling of his tight warm hole swallowing my cock always
drove me wild. His ass was made for my cock. I was at home when I was
inside him.

He stopped with just the head inside. "Let's do it. You just said you
wanted to experience it with me. Why not right now?"

Lust was consuming my mind completely at that point. I was no longer able
to think like a good father who kept his son safe inside at night. Instead,
I was thinking like a horny man who couldn't resist taking his teenage boy
to a sleazy hangout to have sex with strangers.

I ignored the weak voice in the back of my mind that said, "Stop this
craziness right now." I jumped off the bed and ran to my room to get
dressed.

Five minutes later, I placed the note for Beth on the dining room table and
Jer and I slipped quietly out the door. We then got into Jeremy's car and
headed to the truck stop.

End of Chapter 29.