Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 20:34:51 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 3

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 3

For most of the afternoon at work, I struggled with the guilt I was feeling
for having mentioned the minister being arrested. I had only brought it up
as a point of interest. I had thought my step-son would enjoy knowing that
he had been with a minister. I assumed it would be like a catholic guy
fantasizing about fucking a naughty nun. But clearly the whole situation
was hurting him more deeply than I realized.

I watched the clock and was intent on leaving as early as I could. I needed
to have some time to talk with Jeremy before his mother arrived home. He
wasn't in a very good place emotionally when I left him that afternoon. I
suspected it had something to do with what he almost told me. I began to
wonder if there was more to the arrest story than what I had been told by
Jeremy and Officer Pfeiffer. I hoped to have time to coax it out of him.

Things don't always turn out the way you plan them.

My wife called me late in the afternoon to remind me that we were meeting
Ryan for dinner that evening. I loved my brother, but these dinner plans
couldn't have come at a more inconvenient time. I had completely forgotten
about them since my focus the last couple days had been solely on Jeremy.

Sitting at my desk, I began to brood. My cock was chubbing in my pants as I
thought about the technique Jeremy had used on me at lunch time. My libido
was going into overdrive the last couple days. If he didn't send me another
SOS text that afternoon, I'd have to convince Beth to have some mommy-daddy
time with me. Damn! I was as horny as I had been in my teens. Back then I
could jack off three or four times a day. Those days were long gone. Well,
at least I had thought so. They appeared to be coming back with a
vengeance!

I groped my hardening cock and whispered, "Don't worry, little buddy. I'll
convince Beth to give you some action tonight."

Then it struck me. Our plan had been for Beth to pick up Jeremy and for me
to meet everyone at the restaurant. I just had to switch that around, so I
was the one picking him up.

Holding a three-ring binder over my crotch to hide the bulge created by my
hard dick, I went to my boss's office and told him I needed to leave a half
hour early. With disinterest, he nodded. "Sure, sure. No problem."

I called my wife and told her my boss was letting us out early, so I would
pick up Jeremy and she wouldn't have to make the trip all the way to our
house. She could meet us at the restaurant. She readily agreed. I spent the
remaining time at work watching the clock and mindlessly groping my
dick. As the minutes passed without an SOS text from Jeremy, I was focusing
on the things I was going to do to Beth that night. It had been more than a
week since the last time I was inside her. It was time.

When I got home, I looked for Jeremy. My main concern was how he had coped
with his sadness for the rest of the day. I also was anxious to pry out of
him what had really happened at the park the day he was caught by the
police.

He wasn't anywhere in the house. I searched the place from top to
bottom. Then I texted him. "Where r u? Came home early."

It took a couple minutes for him to respond, "OMW. in 15."

I changed into jeans and a polo shirt then waited impatiently. The extra
time I had bought us by leaving early was now wasting away. I should have
texted Jeremy before leaving the office, but I had assumed he would be at
home when I got there.

I was in the kitchen when he came through the door. I called to him and
told him where I was. He appeared around the corner a moment later. I
noticed two things in that first instant. He was wearing the same gym
shorts from the day before. And he had a guilty look on his face. I
suddenly wondered if he was in the habit of wearing those shorts whenever
he went to the park.

I asked, "Where were you?"

He mumbled, "Just riding my bike."

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, as if to hug
him. But instead, I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled it away
from his skin so I could see inside. Sure enough, he was wearing a
jockstrap and I was looking directly at his smooth creamy white butt. I
cupped one of his butt cheeks with my other hand. "I'm thinking that when
you dress like this, you're hanging out at the park. Am I right?"

Apparently thinking that I was initiating sex, he groped my crotch and was
silent for several seconds. I gave his butt cheek a firm squeeze as I
pulled his hand away from my crotch. "I'm serious about this, Jeremy. Were
you at the park just now?"

He finally said, "Yes. Yes, I was there. I tried not to go. And I even
wanted to text you. But I just didn't. I was there when you texted me. I
left immediately after."

I let go of his butt cheek and extracted my hand from inside his shorts. I
wrapped both arms around him and finally gave him a hug, "Oh man, Jer. Am I
not actually helping you?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, Clint. Oh god, yeah. You helped me earlier
today. Sucking your dick was exactly what I needed. But I still get these
cravings. I think of the men who might be in the park looking for action
and I can't stand the idea of missing the opportunity to be with them."

I was disappointed and slightly angry. But he was experiencing so much
conflict that I didn't want to add to his anxiety. Trying to be supportive
and understanding, I asked, "So were there any men there? Did you...?"

He looked into my eyes. I imagined he was studying me to determine if I
really wanted to know the answer. Then he nodded, "Yes."

"Did you get it out of your system? I mean, was it enough to satisfy your
cravings?" I wasn't sure what I was getting at. A small voice in the back
of my head was telling me I was hoping he would say he needed my help at
that moment. As much as I was looking forward to fucking my wife that
night, I knew I wouldn't be able to say no if Jeremy asked to give me a
blow job.

He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable talking about his behavior in the men's
room. Without looking at me, he said, "Yeah, pretty much. It was busy. But
you texted me before I could get off. Could you help me with that?"

My mind spun with panic, "I...um...I'm not sure about that. I..."

He gave me a coy smile and said, "Don't worry. I'm not asking you to do
much. Could you just put your hand back on my butt while I jack off? I
really like how that feels."

Alarm bells went off in my head. I had only placed my hand on his butt
cheek to prove my point that I had noticed he was wearing a jock
again. Hadn't I? I hadn't meant it to be a sexual touch. Right? Damn this
kid! He had a habit of taking my words and actions and twisting them!

I squirmed, "I don't know, Jer. I..."

He pulled my left hand and pushed it under his shorts in the back. My
fingers were suddenly feeling the smooth soft skin of his bottom. "Just
hold it there. That's all I ask."

Now that my hand was there again, it didn't seem so bad. In fact, the
softness of the skin felt quite good.

Confident that I was going to comply and keep my hand there, my son broke
our hug and turned so he was standing at my side, with my hand still
cupping his youthful bubble butt. He lowered his shorts to the ground then
pushed the pouch of his jockstrap to the side, releasing his cock and
balls.

He then started stroking his teenage cock. It was already hard and the pink
color of his cockhead seemed closer to red. I saw a trickle of pre-cum
escape. It sat on the tip of his cockhead, waiting to be used to lubricate
something.

Jer grabbed my hand again and moved its position on his ass. My index
finger was now in his steamy hot crack. I held my breath, unsure if I liked
this new position. It was one thing to feel the smooth hairless butt
cheek. It was a whole other thing to have my finger inside his crack. But
the look of pleasure on his face made me accept it and I reminded myself I
was doing this for him. He closed his eyes and started jacking harder.

The only other man I had ever seen jack off was my brother, Ryan. When we
were teenagers, he showed me how to do it. He was two years old than me, so
he had made it his job to teach me about the world as I grew up. Showing me
how to jack off was just one of those things on his list. We only jacked
off together the one time. I hadn't watched another man jack off since.

Until now...I was watching my 15-year old step-son do so. He did it
differently than I. He held his hand backward – palm on top and fingers
on the underside. He also had a different stroking rhythm than I. Two quick
strokes, then a long one. Repeat over and over.

As I was watching him, I barely noticed that he had continued to move my
hand on his ass. He had done it so slowly that I didn't notice until my
finger touched the edge of his butthole. I almost recoiled in disgust, but
he chose that very moment to cry out and cum. As his cock shot load after
load onto the floor, he firmly held my hand in place. Clearly he liked the
sensation of my finger touching his hole. I took deep breaths, willing
myself to stick with it. It would be over in a few moments, once he
recovered from his orgasm. I wouldn't have to be uncomfortable for long.

Shaking the final drops of cum from his cock, he finally released my
hand. I quickly put it onto his back. I was much more comfortable touching
him there.

He looked down at the floor and said, "Damn! Look at the mess I made."

I looked down and saw the shining droplets of cum on the tile floor. It
didn't look like as big a load as the one he had shot earlier on the
towel. But it was not a small load by any means.

He suddenly became startled, "Oh fuck. Mom! She's going to be here any
minute!" He kicked his shorts aside and grabbed a paper towel. He got to
the floor and started wiping up all of his teenage jizz.

I didn't stop him from cleaning it up, but I calmed him down by saying,
"No, don't worry. She's meeting us at the restaurant."

Satisfied that there was no more cum on the tile floor, he stood, grabbed
his gym shorts, and said, "I need a quick shower. Thanks for doing that for
me. It was great."

I nodded, glad to have helped. As he headed toward the shower, I caught
myself watching his ass, perfectly framed by his jockstrap. I wondered how
a simple touch on his hole could have caused him to cum. When he
disappeared, I washed my hands in the sink then leaned against the counter
and got lost in thought.

About 10 minutes later, Jeremy came down the stairs, dressed and ready to
go to dinner. I grabbed my keys and we got into the car. We were going to
be a few minutes late to dinner, but it was worth it.

There was an awkward silence for the first several minutes. Should we have
been talking about normal everyday things? Or should we have been
discussing the sexual stuff that had been consuming our last couple days?
Jeremy, being the more comfortable of the two of us, broke the
silence. "So, on my birthday, Uncle Ryan is supposed to take me to the DMV
for my driver's test. Do you think he remembers? I can't wait to start
driving."

My brother worked for the school system, so he had the summer off, like the
students. If it weren't for Ryan, Jeremy would have had to wait until the
following Saturday, when either his mother or I could take him to the DMV
to get his license. Like any teenager, he had been waiting anxiously for
years to get his driver's license. Waiting a few extra days for his parents
to be available would have been unbearable. Ryan was a hero to Jeremy for
doing this.

The rest of the drive to the restaurant was miraculously filled with normal
everyday topics. I was amazed at how easily Jeremy went from being a
sex-obsessed cum seeker to being a typical teenage kid excited about
turning 16 and being able to drive.

Beth and Ryan were already seated when we arrived at the restaurant. My
older brother was gregarious as always, jokingly making a big deal about us
showing up a few minutes late. He shook my hand and gave me a manly
pat-on-the-back hug, then high-fived Jeremy. "Hey buddy. Turning 16 next
week, yeah? It's about time! Are we still on for going to the DMV and the
water park on the big day?"

Jeremy beamed, his face becoming one big smile. My brother had that effect
on everybody. He had some special aura that made people happy as soon as
they stepped into it. I was glad to see my step-son suddenly light hearted,
considering the heavy weight he had been carrying the last few days.

I watched the two interact and I suddenly wondered if there was another
reason Jeremy was so happy to see my brother. Ryan was a sports coach at
the high school in the next city over. He had always been athletic. Always
working out, always participating in strenuous sports. His body was the
type you would see in a fitness magazine. Not steroid-enhanced muscles,
just the type of musculature one gets from a lifetime of physical
activity. I say all of this because, now that I knew Jeremy was gay, I
noticed how he eyed my brother. I could imagine that Ryan must be a dream
guy for my horny step-son.

Ryan was oblivious to his effect on people. I had watched him through the
years be a magnet for everyone around him. Men and women alike. Straight
and gay alike. Even his students flocked to him. People just liked him and
he liked to be liked. It was a sad day for women everywhere when Ryan
married Megan. But, after 10 years of marriage, he was single again and
loving it. He and Megan had recently divorced. She got custody of their two
children. But the divorce was friendly, so he had full visitation rights
and often had the children on the weekends. They weren't with him that
night, so it must have been Megan's weekend with them.

The dinner was excellent and we had a great time together. Since it was a
Friday night, Ryan was ready to drink heavily. Each of us adults was
driving in our own car, so none of us could get drunk at the
restaurant. But Ryan suggested we go back to the house and start drinking
there.

Beth groaned at the thought. She genuinely liked my brother. But she was
very judgmental about Ryan's divorce and his return to frat-guy
behavior. She especially disliked how he easily convinced me to join him in
his partying. She hated when I was drunk. So, as soon as we got home, she
headed to the bedroom to sulk in front of the TV until Ryan left.

I knew I should have been caring more about her feelings. But I really
needed to blow off steam that night. Although Jeremy was bearing most of
the burden of his situation, I was feeling quite stressed by it too. While
my brother was the gregarious happy-go-lucky guy, I was always the
caregiver, trying to take people's burdens away. The situation with Jeremy
was no different. I was probably feeling more responsible for his happiness
than I should have. But it was my nature – and it was stressing me.

So I not only welcomed the idea of drinking with my brother, I dove in head
first and got royally drunk. Late into the night, with Jeremy and Beth
asleep in their respective rooms, I was drunk enough to start opening up to
Ryan. I had enough sense to keep from saying anything incriminating about
myself – like the fact that I was having sex with my minor step-son. But
I did share with him that Jeremy had recently told me he was gay and that
he was struggling with an addiction to public sex.

Ryan listened intently. Then when I asked him if he had any advice on how
to help him, he reacted in his normal fuck-them-all way. "Why does he need
any help? Hell, it sounds like he's having more fun than we did when we
were that young. Neither of us could find any willing babes at that age, am
I right?"

I had left out the detail that Jeremy had been caught by the police. I
hadn't wanted to betray Jeremy's secrets completely. But I felt I needed to
get my brother to think seriously. So, silently apologizing to Jeremy in my
mind, I said, "It stopped being fun for him when the police caught him."

"Holy crap!", he responded. "Holy fucking crap! I didn't even think about
that. Arrested at 15 for having sex in public. Fucking hell. What are you
going to do?"

I sighed, "Luckily, they let him go with a verbal warning. So he's fine. I
just need to figure out how to help him to stop going back for more."

For once in his life, my older brother didn't have the magic answer. "I
don't know, man. Holy shit. This is heavy stuff. I have no idea what you
can do to help him." He paused while he thought for a few
minutes. "Seriously, short of locking him in your basement, I have no idea
how to keep a teenage boy from doing what he needs to do to get sex. Hell,
as a 35 year old man, I have a hard time not looking for sex whenever I'm
horny. I've even resorted to public sex myself."

"Really???" I was shocked to hear my brother's revelation.

He took another swig of his drink, "Yeah, I've gotten my cock sucked in
public a few times through the years. Sometimes when your wife isn't
putting out...or you're single like I am now...you just need someone to get
you off."

Our conversation devolved into a discussion of his various sexual exploits
since his divorce. My brother had never had a problem finding women to
fuck. And even at 35, that hadn't changed.

Ryan called for a cab at 2:00 a.m., as he was far too drunk to drive. While
we waited, I brought the conversation back to Jeremy. "Hey, when you take
Jeremy to the water park, keep an eye on him. He's really struggling with
public sex. He might be tempted to go into the men's room there and look
for some."

My brother reassured me, "You got it, little brother. I'll keep an eye on
him. He won't get into any trouble with his Uncle Ryan around."

The cab arrived and my brother was gone. I sat alone in the living room for
a few minutes wondering what I should do about my horniness. The alcohol
hadn't tempered it. No, it had enhanced it. I was really horny and I needed
to get off.

I walked up the stairs and headed to our room. My wife was asleep. She
didn't usually respond well to me waking her up for sex, but I needed it
badly enough to risk it. I got into bed and moved up beside her. I spooned
her and placed a hand on her stomach. Lowering it down, I pushed my hand
into her undies and found my object of desire. I began fingering it, hoping
she would wake up sexually excited because of my fingerwork. It took a few
minutes, then she woke up and...not very surprisingly...she reacted very
badly. She pulled my hand out of her crotch and said, "You always do this
when you're drunk! I hate when you party with your brother. I hate it!"

I begged her, "Come on Beth. We haven't done anything in over a week. I'm
getting blue balls here. Please, Honey, help a guy out."

She pushed me further away, "You think you're sexy when you're drunk? Think
again. Go take care of your blue balls yourself."

She grabbed the covers and rolled to the far side of the bed. She had done
that enough times in the past for me to know there was no changing her
mind.

I grumbled as I left the room. "How much neglect can a guy take?"

As I passed Jeremy's door, I stopped. I looked at the handle and thought
how easily I could open the door, step up to his bed, pull out my cock and
wake him up. I knew without a doubt that my cocksucking step-son would
gladly give me what I needed. Unlike my wife who didn't appreciate what I
was offering her.

But I resisted. No. I would not take advantage of Jeremy's weakness. I
would not use him for my own selfish needs. With every bit of willpower I
could muster, I moved on. I went downstairs to my study, fired up my laptop
and connected to one of my favorite free porn sites.

I pulled off my clothes and sat naked in my chair. I held my hard cock in
one hand and controlled the video playback with the other. My drunkenness
made me unable to concentrate, so I couldn't stay on any video for
long. Then I did a search I had never done before. I searched for
"Step-father". The result was pages and pages of videos of teenage girls
hooking up with their step-dads. They got me going. I loved the fantasy of
the girl willing to do what the mother wouldn't. Just like my situation
with Jeremy.

I found a couple videos that really appealed to me. One with a girl in a
catholic schoolgirl uniform sucking her step-father off while he fingered
her cunt. Another with a girl having just finished washing the family truck
and her step-daddy fucking her on the hood, giving her the reward she
wanted. And another where a girl was in a cheerleading outfit and she was
straddling her step-father's monster cock.

All of these turned me on and all of them got me close to cumming. But, no
matter what I tried, I just couldn't shoot. After my third edging, I
finally thought, "Fuck it, Clint! No one's handing you an award for showing
the most restraint! Why sit here trying desperately to jack off when
there's a willing mouth upstairs?"

My earlier resolve not to use my step-son's weakness to my own advantage
was gone. My balls ached and I needed desperately to get off. Without
dressing, I quietly went upstairs to his room. I considered knocking, but I
didn't want to wake my wife. So I simply opened his door, stepped inside
and shut it behind me.

My heart was beating fast. This was unlike the previous times with
Jeremy. They had been initiated by the need to help him with his needs. But
at that moment, he was sound asleep in his bed. The only person seeking
help was me. I thought of Beth and how I would be betraying her, but then I
thought, "Fuck her. She had her chance to help me. It's her fault I'm here
seeking release from someone else."

As I approached Jeremy's bed, I felt my cock bouncing. It was at full
hardness, refusing to go flaccid.

In the darkness of his room, I was thankful that he was such a neat
kid. There would be no objects on the floor for me to mistakenly kick and
blow the whole thing. No, I reached his bed without a single disturbance. I
shook his arm and whispered, "Jer. Jer. Wake up."

He turned over and said, "Clint? What's going on?"

I told him, "Shhh...don't wake up your mother."

I then bent my legs so my cock would hit his arm. "Buddy, I can't get to
sleep. Could you help me out?"

He was on my cock before I had even finished asking. I felt his fingers
wrap around it, then he slid out of the bed and onto the floor and sucked
it in. He gave it a few sucks then asked, "Is Uncle Ryan gone?"

I pushed my cock back into his mouth. "Yeah, he left a while ago."

He pulled off again. "Is Mom asleep?"

I ran my fingers through his hair, "Yeah, Son, she is."

He licked the underside of my cock, "And you came to me instead of going to
her?"

"She wouldn't..." I stopped. I had a hard time talking to him about sex
with his mother.

He didn't need me to finish the sentence. Before swallowing my shaft whole,
he said, "I always will, Clint. Always."

There it was. The amazing sensation of my step-son's hot warm mouth on my
baby maker. Ahhh...It felt so damned awesome. "Oh god, Jeremy. I'm so glad
to hear that."

I closed my eyes and the world began to spin. I lost my balance. Jeremy was
quick to respond and guided me to the bed. He sat my drunk ass down and
told me to lay back and enjoy. My legs were hanging off the edge, but the
rest of my body was comfortably on his bed.

Jeremy grasped my legs and began licking and kissing the inside of my left
thigh. He did that all the way up to my crotch, licked my balls for a few
moments, then licked the inside of my right thigh. All the stimulation was
driving me wild and I wanted to force him to just get on with sucking my
cock. But I was in a drunken haze and I could only think of how good it
felt to be worshipped like that.

He lifted my legs up so my feet were on the bed. Then he lifted my balls
and began licking the area beneath them and back towards my ass. Had I been
less drunk, I would have stopped him. He was getting dangerously close to
my butt hole. No woman had ever licked me there, surely I wouldn't let a
guy do it.

But seconds later his tongue hit my hole. It tickled, so I squirmed. He
persisted and I kept squirming. But Jesus Christ, it felt good. I mean,
fucking amazing. He was stroking my cock while licking my hole and I loved
every sensation. Until...

He put the tip of his finger inside my ass. At that point, I couldn't let
him continue. I grabbed his hand and gently pulled it away. Then I grabbed
each side of his head and pushed him up to my cock. He swallowed it without
complaint and for the rest of the encounter, he stayed away from my ass. I
actually wished he could resume licking it. That was a sensation I had
never imagined and wanted to feel again. But I couldn't ask him to do so
without risking him going further. So, I simply held his head in place
while I fucked his mouth.

He grasped my balls and gently massaged them while I pounded away at his
hungry mouth. Then he did something with his tongue that triggered the
beginning of my orgasm. Since I had edged so many times already, my balls
were loaded and ready to blow at the slightest provocation. And that's
exactly what they did. I smiled as I felt the load travel up my pipe. I
knew I didn't have to warn him I was cumming. I knew I didn't have to pull
out. Had his mother actually accepted my advances, I would have had to do
both with her. But, this kid. This wonderful step-son of mine, he required
neither. He wanted me to cum in his mouth. He wanted to swallow my ball
juice.

Bam! I came. It was a painful orgasm, as I had built it up for so long. But
it was amazingly satisfying. My legs jerked, my hands twisted, my toes
curled. Every part of my body participated in that long-awaited
release. And, as usual, Jeremy suckled my shaft to draw out every drop of
fluid I could produce.

When my balls and shaft were empty, Jeremy let my cock go and lay down on
the bed next to me. My head was spinning so I didn't object when he draped
his arm over my chest and kissed my neck. In fact, it felt good to be held
and kissed. He lightly caressed my chest, my stomach, my arms, my face. All
the while, kissing my neck and ear.

Although it felt great to be worshipped by my step-son, guilty thoughts
began to creep in. I whispered, "I'm sorry Jeremy, I shouldn't have."

He kissed my ear and whispered into it, "Don't be stupid. I want to be the
one who makes you happy."

I grabbed his head and pressed it against my cheek. We lay in that
position, with our legs hanging off the bed, for several minutes, as I came
close to passing out.

Then Jeremy said, "Hey, let's move into a more comfortable position."

I almost did, but then I suddenly realized what was happening. Jeremy
thought I would sleep with him in his bed. I couldn't do that! I had to get
to my own bed.

I sat up and said, "I have to go, Jeremy. Thanks for doing that for me."

He gave my arm a gentle squeeze, then crawled under the covers as I went
back to my study to retrieve my clothes. I returned to my bedroom and got
into the bed. Beth turned over and said, "All taken care of?"

I simply responded, "Yeah, all good."

End of Chapter 3.