Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2018 23:05:45 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 32

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 32

The following morning, Beth didn't allow either of us to sleep in. Although
Jeremy and I were not going to the church service with her, she still
insisted that we wake up and eat breakfast with her. Since there would be
no time for Beth to eat a meal between the church service and the rally, it
made sense to eat together before she left.

Beth talked about the plans for the day while Jer and I ate and stole
glances. We tried very hard to contain our excitement about being alone
together. I frequently looked at the clock, wishing I had a super power
that would allow me to speed up time.

When Karen arrived, Beth made Jeremy and me confirm for the 100th time that
we knew the meeting time and place. Jer reminded his mother that he was
excited about going to the rally so she didn't have to worry about us
intentionally missing it. She gave each of us a kiss before heading to
Karen's car.

My young lover and I stood in the doorway, waving goodbye to my wife and
her friend. Once the car turned the corner, I shut the door.

Jeremy side-stepped behind me and slid his hands inside my shirt. His
fingers found my nipples and he gently played with them. He rested his head
against my back. "Oh god, Dad. I can't believe we're alone."

The last time we were alone in the house for an extended amount of time was
when Beth was on her 5-town bike ride. That day, Jeremy and I only had a
short time alone before Nick and Chris arrived for a morning of sexual
fun. This day, it was just me and my son. We didn't have long, but at least
it was only the two of us.

I pulled his arms tightly against my chest. His fingers felt amazing on my
nipples. I didn't want him to stop stimulating them. Through gasps, I said,
"Me neither. We don't have much time. Let's make the most of it." I started
turning to face him.

Jer held me firmly in place. "I want to hold you and never let go."

I laughed and remained still for a few moments longer. I squeezed his arms
and said, "Come on, Jer. Let's at least move to a more comfortable spot."

Jeremy didn't let go of me as we walked toward the couch. Having him
hanging onto me while trying to walk with me was awkward. But I didn't
care. His silliness was endearing to me. And knowing that he was holding on
out of pure desire to be with me made me warm all over with
satisfaction. No woman, including Beth, had ever showered me with so much
unfiltered affection. Jeremy loved me and had no reservations about showing
me so. Was it his youthful innocence that was coming out? Or was this what
it was like to be loved unconditionally by someone?

Those questions made me think for a few moments about Jeremy's young age
and how it was influencing his approach to our relationship. He had been
having sex for a few years at that point and, in some ways, was even more
experienced than I. But he was not experienced when it came to romance and
forming an emotional connection with a love interest. I wondered again if
the unfiltered affection he showered upon me was a sign of his innocence,
his inexperience. Perhaps he would become more guarded with his affection
as he experienced failed relationships and the heartache that came with
them.

It then hit me that he wasn't as emotionally innocent as I was making him
out to be. His biological father had broken his heart repeatedly over the
years. And, although he and Jeremy didn't have a romantic relationship, the
emotional pain was just as real. Then, of course, there was the heartbreak
that I personally had caused him when I withheld my affection from him. I
had been selfish and cruel. And, although we were in a good place now,
there undoubtedly were wounds still healing on my son's heart from that
experience. Emotional wounds that I had inflicted upon him.

As we ambled toward the couch, I held his arms against my body. I vowed
again never to be the source of so much pain for Jeremy. I had no idea what
the future held for me and my son. We could figure out how to be with each
other forever, or we could part ways eventually. But no matter what
happened with us, I would make sure never to hurt him like that again. He
deserved a life filled with love and happiness. I would do my best to be a
source of both for him.

We reached the couch and I finally pulled him off me. I turned around to
face him and saw that he was lowering his shorts. I grasped his hands and
said, "No need to rush. Let me undress you."

I placed my hands on his arms. I gave his biceps a gentle squeeze, noticing
a firmness to them that hadn't been there a few weeks prior. I grabbed the
bottom of his shirt and pulled it up past his belly button. I took a step
back and studied his flat stomach. Holding his shirt with one hand, I
placed the other on his abs. Just like with his biceps, I felt a firmness
that hadn't been there previously.

I slid my free hand under his shirt and explored his upper torso. The
smoothness of his skin was stimulating to me and I felt my cock begin to
harden in reaction.

Jer placed his hand on my crotch. He seemed to have a sixth sense when it
came to men and his effect on them.

I lifted his shirt further up, forcing him to take his hand off my crotch
and to raise his arms above his head. Once the shirt was free, I tossed it
to the floor.

Jer grabbed the bottom of my shirt.

I gently pushed his hands away. "Not yet. I want to undress you. I want to
savor the sight of your body in the daylight."

It might have sounded like an odd statement. But the truth was that my
young lover and I rarely had the opportunity to get naked with one another
during the daytime. Most of our encounters were at night. And those rare
times when we did have sex during the day, we usually had to stay mostly
dressed. I was enjoying the rare experience of being completely free in the
middle of the day with my son. We didn't have to hide in the bathroom, the
garage or his room to have sex. We could stand openly in the
daylight-filled living room and leisurely enjoy one another.

He released his hold on my shirt and placed his hands on my hips. His
facial expression betrayed his feelings about the situation. So did the
huge tent in his shorts. My son's teenage hormones were on fire. My
insistence on going slow was in direct conflict with his need to drain his
balls as quickly as he could.

I ran my fingers over his chest. "Damn, Jer. I can tell you are working
out. You're firming up everywhere. Ryan and Hector sure are good influences
on you."

My boy blushed and tried to cover his torso with his arms. "You're just
saying that to make me feel good."

I pulled his arms to his sides. "Don't cover yourself. You're
beautiful. Let me admire you."

Jer fidgeted with his hands as I ran my fingers over every inch of his
teenage torso. His workout sessions honestly were having an effect. He was
years from being as big as Ryan or even Hector. But the minimal increase in
muscle definition was noticeable nonetheless.

I sat on the couch and pulled him between my legs. I pressed him upward
when he tried to sit on my lap. I lay my face against his stomach and
breathed in deeply. He had showered before breakfast, so I could sense the
faint smell of soap. But mixed in with it was his own unique body smell. It
was intoxicating to me.

I stuck out my tongue and licked his belly button.

Jer giggled and jerked backward. "That tickles."

I pulled him back to me and shoved my tongue into his belly button again,
this time being less gentle and less likely to tickle him. He grabbed my
head and pressed it against his stomach. Ah yes, he liked it.

Finishing with his belly button, I moved to his stomach, his waist, and up
to his nipples. I kissed and licked his skin along the way. Several times,
my kisses tickled him, but he no longer pulled away. I turned him around
and kissed the small of his back, his spine, his shoulder blades, his neck
and much of the skin in between. I loved his smooth young body. I wanted to
touch every inch of it with my lips.

I turned him back around and unfastened his shorts. As they fell to the
floor, I saw his hard teenage cock stretching the fabric of his
underwear. There was a large wet spot at the tip where pre-cum leaked
through his piss slit.

I rested my face against his bulge. The feeling of his rigid cock pressed
against my cheek was exciting. It felt warm, hard and powerful. I rolled my
head down until it was under his balls. I rubbed it back and forth,
fascinated by the feeling of his sperm factories lying heavily on my head.

While I rubbed my head all over his crotch, I explored his legs with my
hands. Smooth and firm, though they had always been that way even before he
had begun working out with my brother and Hector.

I turned him around again and lowered his underwear. A shiver ran down my
spine as I took in the sight of his perfect ass. I pressed my face against
it, enjoying the soft skin covering his firm round globes. I spread his
cheeks and snuck a glance at his tiny pink hole. Pre-cum leaked into my
shorts and I salivated. I was aching to be inside my son.

But I wouldn't fuck him, not yet. Instead, I would focus on his pleasure
first. I wanted to suck the cum out of my son's balls while sitting on my
couch. I wanted to feel his powerful cock pulsing in my mouth as he fed me
his potent ball cream. I wanted to swallow every drop and then go to the
rally with my belly full of my teenage son's potent jizz.

I gave his hole a single lick then turned him back around so he was facing
me. I pulled his underwear completely off and grabbed his pearly white
cock. I stroked it and looked up into his eyes. I smiled and said, "You're
a sexy son of a bitch!" I wrapped my lips around his cock. I slowly took it
into my mouth, finally finding it natural to suck him without letting my
teeth touch his skin. When I had taken as much of his long cock as I could,
I began licking the underside of his shaft.

Jeremy placed his hands on either side of my head and hissed loudly. "Oh,
Dad! That feels so good. Your mouth... your tongue... oh god!"

His reaction fueled my desire to give him the best blow job I could. I held
my jaw open, focusing on keeping my teeth away from his skin. I pressed my
tongue against the underside of his shaft, knowing how good it felt when he
did that to me. I pulled it out, spat on the shaft, spread my spit all
around it, then sucked it back in.

As I settled into a rhythm, my mind began to wander. I thought about how
good, how satisfying, and how exciting it was to have a dick in my
mouth. Until recently, I had considered the phrase "suck my dick" and the
term "cocksucker" to be offensive things to say. But as I felt my son's
long rigid cock slide over my tongue and into my throat, I embraced the
idea that I enjoyed sucking dick; I liked being a cocksucker. I couldn't
explain how I had reached that point. Nor could I explain what I enjoyed
about it. It gave my own body no direct stimulation, and yet, it made my
mind spin with sexual excitement. There was something powerful about a hard
cock. And it was exciting to know that my mouth, my lips, my tongue were
giving pleasure to the man attached to it.

And at that very moment, the man attached to the cock in my mouth was my
son. I looked up at him; he was smiling down at me. The view of his torso
and his smiling face drove me mad with desire. I was accustomed to having a
certain amount of control during sex. But with a man towering above me,
pushing his cock in and out of my hungry mouth, I was no longer in
control. I was no longer dominant. That realization was both exciting and
liberating. Exciting because I knew that every movement I made gave
pleasure to my horny young son. Liberating because I felt no pressure to do
or be anything other than a warm wet receptacle for his hard teenage cock.

As if sensing my thoughts, Jeremy held my head in place and began fucking
my mouth in earnest. I gagged multiple times and tears began forming in my
eyes, but I nodded for him to continue. He stared down at me as he pulled
his cock from my mouth and pressed it against my cheek. He moved it around
my face, spreading my spit and his pre-cum all over my skin. He swayed his
hips, making his rigid cock smack against my cheeks, nose and chin. He
shoved it back into my mouth.

I gobbled it down again, happy to have it back inside me. I was proud to be
able to take it all in, even if only for a few moments at a time. It felt
good for me and I knew it felt even better for him. I wondered why most
women didn't like sucking dick. I didn't think you needed a penis of your
own to appreciate taking one into your mouth. Even if I hadn't enjoyed the
sensation of having my mouth filled with cock, I would have enjoyed knowing
how much pleasure I was giving to my partner.

I pulled my son's cock out of my mouth and held it upward so I could see
the underside. It was a sight to behold. The pearly white skin all along
the shaft tapered into a pink head. Tiny droplets of pre-cum were oozing
out of his piss slit. I ran my tongue along it, lapping up the salty clear
liquid. I licked down the shaft until I reached his balls. I lifted them
with one hand while I held his cock to the side with the other. I licked
his nut sack and watched with fascination as his balls moved around inside
them. I wondered if my testicles moved that much.

I wrapped my lips around one of his low-hanging balls and sucked it into my
mouth. Jer's fingers pressed more strongly against my head and he moaned. I
released the ball and asked, "Do you like when your old man sucks on your
balls?"

Without opening his eyes, my son responded, "I like everything you do,
Dad. Everything."

I pulled the other ball into my mouth and rolled it around with my
tongue. Another moan escaped Jer's lips, confirming that my efforts to
please my son were paying off. Feeling daring, I opened my mouth as wide as
possible and attempted to get both of his nuts inside. I couldn't manage
it. Either they were too large or I just hadn't learned the way to do it.

I pulled his balls aside and began licking his perineum. My hunger for his
hole was always present and I couldn't resist moving my tongue closer and
closer to the tiny pink opening.

Jer shifted his hips, trying to make it easy for me to reach his ass, but
the angle was very odd.

I was tempted to turn him around so we would be in a better position for an
enthusiastic rim job. But I didn't want this to be only an ass-focused
love-making session. I wanted to start off by making it all about his cock
and getting him off. Stimulating his ass was a part of it, but I didn't
want it to be the central focus.

I pulled my head from under his crotch and stood. I pushed Jeremy's hands
gently away when he tried to open my shorts. I knew he wanted to pull my
dick out. But I said, "No, Baby. I'm not finished yet." I gestured toward
the couch cushions and said, "Sit here."

Jeremy followed my lead, sitting on the couch and looking at me
expectantly.

I knelt on the ground at his feet. I lifted his legs and he adjusted his
position so his ass was at the edge of the cushion. My body became warm all
over as his tiny pink hole came into view again. Oh god, I wanted to be
inside it. I wanted to feel his tight silky inner walls wrap themselves
around my cock. I wanted to fuck him hard and to empty my balls deep inside
him.

I lifted his balls, pulling them out of the way. I leaned forward and
placed my tongue on my son's tight pink hole. His opening twitched as it
reacted to the sudden stimulation. The taste of his ass made my head
spin. Like catnip for a cat. I went wild, licking that magnificent hole,
shoving my tongue inside, nibbling on his ass lips.

Jeremy moved his hips, grinding his hole against my tongue and lips. "Fuck
me. Please fuck me."

I removed my tongue and replaced it with a finger. I licked his balls and
up his shaft. I sucked his cock back into my mouth as I slowly inserted the
finger into his tight young hole.

Jer pushed his cock deep into my mouth and pushed his hole onto my
finger. He cried out, "Oh god, Dad. Oh god!"

For several minutes, I alternated between stroking his cock while eating
his hole and sucking his cock while finger-fucking him. I proudly watched
my son's body writhe in reaction to all the stimulation. I was the reason
for his ecstasy. It felt good. Really good.

While I was sucking him, Jeremy's cock began to harden even more and his
balls pulled up against his body. I knew he would be shooting his load
soon. He cried out, "Dad, please, please, please fuck me. I'm going to blow
before you get a chance to fuck me!"

I pulled my mouth off his cock long enough to say, "Cum in my mouth,
Jer. Please."

Jer placed his hands on my head and said, "But, Dad. Don't you want to fuck
me?"

I smiled. "Yeah, but I want to make you cum first."

Jer closed his eyes and I inserted another finger into his ass. A moment
later, I received my reward--Jeremy's scalding hot almond-flavored jizz
flooding my mouth. I swallowed quickly, doing my best not to let any of it
escape from my mouth. His cock pulsed strongly as it released shot after
shot of his ball juice.

Jeremy cried out as his body continued to writhe. His ass clenched tightly
on my fingers. His orgasm was apparently an intense one.

My fingers began to ache from the strength of his anal grip on them, but I
ignored the pain. All that mattered to me was that my son was enjoying his
orgasm.

After he finished cumming, I continued to hold his cock in my mouth. It
wasn't softening and I was continuing to enjoy the feeling of it inside
me. I hoped that he would be up for another round. I was prepared to suck
him off another time.

But eventually, Jeremy pulled his hard teenage dick out of my mouth. I
stared at it longingly. I licked it, like a child licking an ice cream
bar. It was a beautiful cock; I could have sucked on it all day long.

I removed my fingers from his ass and pushed him down onto the couch. I lay
on top of him and gave him a kiss. I was sure he could taste his ass and
his cum on my lips and tongue. I said, "That was amazing, Jer. How did I
do?"

My son's grey wolf-like eyes sparkled as he licked my lips. "Whenever you
suck my dick, I'm amazed that it's actually happening." He wiped my lips
dry with one of his fingers. Then he added, "It was great, Dad. You can
compete with the best!"

We both laughed. I knew I was far from being a competitive cocksucker. But
that didn't matter to my son. He had enjoyed the blow job because it was I
who had given it to him. It felt good to be adored so unconditionally.

For the next several minutes, we lay on the couch making out leisurely. I
slowly ran my fingers over his naked body. He slid his hands under my shirt
and caressed my back. All the while, we tenderly kissed. Despite my raging
hardon, I was content simply holding my son.

Not for the first time, I wondered what it would be like for Jeremy and me
to live together as a couple. Just he and I in our own house, enjoying
mornings like this one, lying together on the couch and enjoying one
another's touch. Sharing a life together and having the freedom to express
our love for one another without any worry of being caught or hurting
anyone. I sighed deeply. I knew that too many things stood in the way of us
ever having that type of life.

Jeremy broke the silence. "Are you ever going to get undressed?" He
playfully groped my hard cock through my shorts. "Or do you want me to make
you cum inside your shorts?"

I glanced up at the clock. The minutes were passing quickly. But we had
enough time for more fun.

I rolled off the couch and stood. I took off my shirt while my son removed
my shorts.

He leaned forward and placed his lips on the large wet stain on my
boxers. He sucked on the spot, presumably enjoying the taste of my
pre-cum. He then pulled my cock through the fly. He didn't suck it in
immediately. Instead, he simply stared at it for a few moments. Then he
pulled my balls through the fly and held them. Without taking his eyes off
my cock and balls, he said, "It's so perfect. How come she doesn't...?"

"Jer, um..."I interrupted him before he could finish the question. I didn't
want to talk about my sex life with his mother.

He smiled up at me. It was a disarming smile, the kind that could be seen
even in his eyes--those mesmerizing grey eyes. "Sorry, Dad. I don't mean to
talk about you and Mom."

He gave my cock a lick without breaking eye contact with me. "I just can't
believe that she doesn't want to touch you like this every chance she
gets."

Another lick, followed by a quick suck of the head. "If you and I were
married, I would never say no to you."

Another lick, followed by sucking a couple inches of my cock inside his
mouth. "I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. You'd probably get
sick of me pretty fast."

I ran my fingers through his blond hair. "I would never get sick of you,
Baby." Then, without thinking, I added, "You're going to be the perfect
husband for a lucky guy someday. "

There was a noticeable silence for a few long moments. Then Jeremy said, "I
wish it could be you." He swallowed my cock whole.

My mind was spinning. I desperately wanted to say, 'So do I, Baby.' But I
couldn't. I couldn't raise his hopes. The fantasy of me and Jeremy spending
a life together was a very nice one. But that's all it could be. A
fantasy. I was married to his mother; I wasn't husband material for
him. For his own sanity--for his own happiness--he eventually had to find a
man he could marry. A man who could give everything to him. Not someone
like me who could give only a portion of his life. Jeremy was an incredible
young man. He deserved to have a loving, devoted life partner. I wished I
could be that man. But our circumstances just wouldn't allow it.

Despite the amazing things Jeremy was doing with his mouth, my cock was
softening. I was allowing my crazy thoughts to affect our good time
together. I shook my head, clearing it of all those thoughts of Jeremy
finding a husband. I told myself to live in the moment. Jeremy and I had an
amazing thing. We loved each other and we were fortunate to have a couple
hours of freedom to celebrate that love. Thoughts of a future that was, at
the very least, two years away, were unnecessary distractions.

I pulled Jer off my cock and said, "I want to lie down next to you." I
considered escorting him upstairs to his room, but that would have felt
like hiding like we always did. I considered taking him to my and Beth's
room, but dismissed that thought as soon as it popped into my head. I could
not--not yet--have sex with my son in his mother's room. So I chose the
couch.

I lay on my side with my back against the cushions. Jer lay facing me. He
slid one of his legs between mine and we placed our free hands over one
another's waist. Our faces were mere inches apart. I studied his
captivating eyes and his handsome face.

For several minutes, we held one another like that. We occasionally kissed,
but we mostly just stared into one another's eyes. I ran my fingers over
his skin, enjoying its softness.

One moment, while my hand was on his ass and I was fingering his tight
hole, Jeremy said, "I hope Mom likes the church. If she does, maybe she'll
go every Sunday."

I smiled at him. I liked that idea too. But I said, "Be careful what you
wish for. Being able to do this together every week would be awesome. But
can you imagine what will happen if your mom becomes religious? Would it be
worth it?"

Jeremy placed his hand on my hardening cock. "I'll put up with anything if
it means I get a regular date with you."

I rubbed my finger over Jeremy's moist hole. "Speaking of church, how do
you feel about seeing Minister Bryce today?"

Jer pressed his ass against my hand, forcing my finger to push past his
tight opening. "I think it will be kinda weird to see him with his family
and the people from his church. I didn't know that he was a minister until
you told me. When he was in the men's room at the park, he didn't act like
a preacher." He chuckled. "I guess no one acts likes themselves in there."

I pumped my cock in his fist. I was turned on by imagining what my son, the
minister and our cop friend had been doing together in the men's room
before the arrest. "Tell me about him."

Jer asked, "I don't know him very well. What do you want to know?"

I kissed his neck. "You know. Like what does he get into? Is he all top?
All bottom?" I smiled, proud of myself for using the lingo correctly.

Jer said, "I don't know. He was... um..." He thought for a few
moments. "Both, I guess. In the men's room... you know, with me and
Nick... he was on his knees mostly. He really likes sucking cock. But not
just sucking. He likes someone to hold his head and fuck his face."

My cock hardened a little more. I was turned on by the image of Jeremy and
Nick face-fucking the minister while he knelt naked on the men's room
floor. It was hot to imagine the cop and my son sharing the man's
mouth--the mouth with which the minister delivered sermons and led his
congregation in prayer.

Jeremy continued, "And then the day I went home with him... you remember,
the day he was waiting outside the men's room for me... he started off the
same way. He got on his knees and asked me to fuck his face hard. To make
him gag. I thought he might ask me to fuck him. But instead he started
telling me how hot it was to see me getting fucked by Nick's huge dick."

Jer looked me in the eyes.

I supposed he wanted to see my reaction to him talking about Nick fucking
him. In his original version of the story, he had said that Nick had been
fucking the minister. But this version was very different. It didn't faze
me though. On some level, I had known that the horse-hung cop had fucked my
boy. I no longer had the illusion that Jer was inexperienced with respect
to getting fucked. No, I knew very well that having his ass filled by cock
was one of his favorite activities. Nor did it make me jealous to hear
about the men he had allowed inside of him. On the contrary, it turned me
on to imagine my son taking cocks, especially extra-large ones like Nick's.

I smiled, kissed his lips and pushed my finger deep inside his ass. "Go on,
Baby. I want to hear it."

Jer gasped in reaction to my finger pushing deeper inside him. His body
tensed for a moment, then relaxed. He said, "So, I told him I loved getting
fucked no matter what size the cock was. He then lay on the floor and asked
me to sit on him. While I was fucking myself on his dick, he kept
apologizing to me. I guess he thought he was hurting me. I told him not to
worry, but he kept apologizing anyway. Even after he came, he said he was
sorry." Jer chuckled before saying, "So I shut him up by fucking his face
again."

I laughed and pulled Jer tightly against me. "He might not have been
apologizing to you. It sounds like he could have been apologizing to
himself or to God."

Jer lifted his right leg and pushed my cock underneath his balls, resting
it against my finger that was in his ass. "I hope you never apologize for
fucking me."

I pulled my finger out of his hole and grabbed his leg. I pulled it up,
giving me more room to maneuver my cock against his boy hole. I rubbed the
head back and forth over the tiny entrance to the most amazing tunnel on
Earth.

For a minute or so, we were quiet, once again lost in the pleasure of
holding one another. We kissed, rubbed, caressed, moaned, grunted,
whimpered and sighed. My cock wasn't even inside him and yet we both were
writhing in ecstasy.

I chuckled.

Jeremy asked, "What's so funny?"

I kissed his neck and licked his Adam's apple. "I think Hector's rubbing
off on us."

"What do you mean? Oh!" He laughed. "The moaning and stuff?"

I nodded. "Yeah. That boy sure knows how to enjoy himself, doesn't he?"

My son rubbed the underside of my shaft, pressing my cockhead against his
sensitive hole. "Yeah. Did you have fun with him yesterday? He told me that
you guys got off, but you didn't fuck him. Is that true?"

My cockhead was covered in precum, allowing me to push it into my boy's
waiting hole. I gasped as I felt that familiar sensation of entering my
son's warm body. It took me a few moments to recover from the wave of
pleasure. "Yeah, we had fun. Thanks to you." I pushed my cock a little
further inside him. "We didn't have enough time to do much."

He pushed his ass a tiny bit further down my cock. Without lube, it was
going to be tough to get it deeper inside. He said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I was
hoping you could have fucked him."

I said, "Baby, don't worry. I had a great time with him. Fucking isn't
always necessary."

He winced as he ground his ass on my cock. "Not necessary. But fun!"

I placed my hand on his bubble butt and said, "I'll get some towels and
lube." I pulled my cock out of his ass and nudged him to move aside so I
could get off the couch.

He rolled over and grabbed his shorts. "I have the lube right here."

I laughed. "Of course you do." I got up and headed to the linen closet. I
rummaged around until I found a couple of old towels. I grabbed them and
headed back to the living room.

Jeremy wasn't on the couch. After a few moments of searching, I found him
lying on his back on the dining room table. His legs were pulled up,
exposing his boy hole. His fingers were covered in lube and he was
stretching the hole open while pushing a finger in and out of it.

At first, I thought he was putting on a show for me. But after a few
moments, it was clear that he was lost in his own self-pleasure. I watched
as my son pushed one, then two, then three fingers into his hole,
stretching his ass lips open. I stroked my hard cock as I watched my boy
preparing to get fucked.

He opened his eyes and saw me. He withdrew his fingers and lowered his
legs. "I didn't hear you come back."

I remained standing where I was, about 10 feet from him, and said, "Don't
stop. I like watching you."

He glanced at my hard cock, licked his lips, then lay back and raised his
legs again. His big round butt cheeks retained their curved shape even in
that position. And his tiny pink hole looked so inviting between them. He
spread his cheeks and resumed fingering himself.

After about a minute, I approached him and said, "That's so hot,
Jer. You're killing me. I need to be inside you."

He removed his fingers from his hole and hooked his arms around the bend in
his legs. He pulled them even further back, presenting his ass for the
taking.

I placed the towels on the table and grabbed the lube bottle. I applied
some to my cock. I traced the edge of his hole with my index finger, amazed
at how resilient the opening was. More often than not, those pink lips were
tightly closed, making his tiny hole appear impenetrable. Other times, like
this one, they opened up, revealing that, with enough stimulation, they
could stretch wide enough to accommodate a thick cock like mine.

Despite being lubed up and ready to sink my cock into my son's hungry ass,
my desire to eat it was stronger at that moment than my desire to fuck
it. I got to my knees, leaned forward and pushed my tongue inside. I
ignored the taste of lube and focused completely on the uniquely
stimulating sensations one experienced when eating a beautiful ass like
Jeremy's. Everything from the texture of his pink ass lips, to the taste of
his skin, to the way his ass tightened on my tongue as I pushed it inside
of him. All those sensations conspired to drive me insane with lust.

Jeremy enjoyed it too. He cried out, "Oh god, Dad! That feels so good. Oh
god! I love when you eat my ass!"

Unwilling to lose contact with my son's perfect hole, I tried to say, "It
tastes good!" but all that came out was, "imf amf goom"

Jer let go of his legs and grabbed my head. Pressing it firmly against his
hole, he ground his ass against my face.

I hadn't shaved yet that morning, so I had a fair amount of stubble. I
removed my tongue from Jer's ass and pressed my chin against it. I gently
rubbed it over the hole, hoping that my stubble felt as good against his
ass lips as Ryan's beard felt against my mouth lips.

Jeremy gasped and moaned, confirming for me that he liked the sensation.

I stuck out my tongue and licked his hole from back to front, followed by
rubbing my stubbly chin along the same route. I then licked his balls and
up his long shaft until I reached his cockhead. I sucked it in for a few
seconds. Then I repeated the steps all over again. Each time I reached his
cockhead, there was a fresh batch of pre-cum waiting for me.

All the while, my sexy son was squirming, hissing, and saying, "Oh god, oh
god!"

Not wanting to scratch his ass raw, I eventually stopped. I stood and
pressed my cock against my son's excited hole. I leaned down and kissed
him.

He placed his hands on my back, his fingers digging into my skin. He kissed
me back, surely tasting his ass, pre-cum and lube on my lips and tongue. He
ended the kiss and through ragged breaths, he said, "I need you inside me,
Dad. Please, push it inside me."

I stood up straight, grabbed my son's legs, holding them in just the right
position to force his ass to rise up and wink at me.

Jer took hold of his legs, freeing my hands.

I spat on my cock and rubbed saliva all over my shaft, moistening the lube
again. I then placed my hands on my son's bubble cheeks. As I squeezed the
soft, meaty globes, I wondered how many fathers through history had been
tempted by their sons' young bubble butts. How many fathers before me had
been as weak as I when their sons spread their legs for them?

I thought about the mysterious man from the lake. When he was standing
behind while I was fucking Jeremy, he said that boys want to please their
fathers. He also talked to me about the fantasy of fucking one's own son. I
wondered if his son had offered his ass to him, and if he had resisted or
if he had succumbed to the temptation to fuck him. I remembered the
excitement I felt when I handed him my card in the men's room the next time
I ran into him. I wondered if I would ever hear from him. Even if he had
never done anything with any of his sons, he clearly fantasized about doing
so. I would have enjoyed discussing those taboo desires with him.

Jeremy brought me out of my distracting thoughts by wiggling his ass. He
was desperate for me to fill his hole.

I pressed my cock forward. A satisfied moan escaped my son's mouth as my
thick meat stretched his hole open. Butterflies gathered in my stomach
while Jer's glove-like inner walls massaged my cock as they coaxed it
further and further inside. By the time I was balls-deep, my entire body
was tingling with sexual excitement.

I remained still for a few moments. My eyes travelled up my son's beautiful
young body, taking in the sight of his big balls, his long cock, his flat
stomach, his smooth torso, his stunning face and his eyes... those
captivating eyes. They drew me in every time I looked at them. And at that
moment, they were staring back at me, filled with lust and with love.

Holding my cock perfectly still inside him, I said, "Jer... I... this
is..."

His eyes sparkled as he grinned. "It's amazing, Dad."

"Yes. It definitely is amazing, Jer." I swiveled my hips, moving my cock
around inside of him, eliciting a moan from him.

Jer closed his eyes and rolled his head around. He let go of one of his
legs and used that hand to feel his own body. He placed it first on his
cock, giving it a quick stroke. Then he caressed his stomach, his chest,
his neck. He rubbed his cheeks and his forehead. He then let out a
whimper. "Oooh, Dad. You make me feel so good. Don't stop. Please don't
stop."

I grinned. Seeing him lose himself in pleasure--pleasure my thick daddy
cock was giving him--made me happy. If I could have spent every minute of
every day for the rest of my life giving him pleasure, I would have been
the most content man in the world. His happiness was all that mattered to
me. If he was happy, I was happy.

I pulled my cock almost all the way out and watched his tight ass lips try
to pull it back inside. I pushed it back in and said, "You like that? You
like taking your dad's dick?"

Jeremy placed both of his hands on his head as his body began to
writhe. "Umm... yeah. It is... it is overwhelming sometimes. I feel it in
every inch of my body." His body tensed as he held his breath. He released
it and his body shook. "Oh god! Dad, how do you make me feel like this?"

I shrugged. I wasn't doing anything unusual. I simply was sliding my cock
in and out of his marvelous ass. I pulled his legs to my chest, holding him
in place. I picked up the pace of my thrusts, daring to ram his boy hole a
little more forcefully.

Jer grunted each time my cock slammed into him. After a dozen or so
forceful thrusts, I slowed back down, returning to my normal steady rhythm.

My son opened his grey wolf-like eyes and locked them onto mine. "Why...?"
He didn't finish the question.

I asked, "What, Baby?"

He shook his head. "No, never mind. It's too sappy."

I spread his legs and bent over. I placed my lips on his and gave them a
quick lick. "Go ahead and say it. I like sappy."

He licked my lips. "Why am I so lucky? There are so many guys my age who
want to sleep with their dads. Why am I the lucky one who gets to do it?"

I continued to fuck him slowly as I said, "I could say the same thing. I'll
bet there are a lot of dads who want to fuck their sons. Why am I the lucky
one who gets to do it?" I specifically was thinking of the mysterious man
from the lake when I said that.

Jer's eyes closed as my cock slid deep inside him.

In a flash, I realized what he had said. It made me wonder if he was
talking about Hector. Had the muscle stud revealed to Jeremy his desire to
be with his father? I asked, "You know other guys who want to have sex with
their dads?"

His eyes remained shut as he moved his hips, fucking himself on my cock. "I
see them online. Some guys claim their fathers are really fucking
them. But, I'm not sure how true their stories are."

I stopped fucking. "You're not telling anyone about us, are you?"

Jer opened his eyes and pinched my nipples. "Yeah, Dad. I'm sending them
naked pictures of us too."

My heart nearly stopped as fear overtook me. Then I saw the grin on my
son's face and the sparkle in his eyes. He was only joking. I laughed and
said, "You little shit! You scared the hell out of me."

Jer continued to grin. "Of course I'm not telling them about us. I just
read what other people write; I don't post anything. Plus, there are no
naked pictures of us to send anyway."

I looked down at my cock sliding into his ass and I wished I could take
pictures of us together. I thought about Jeremy's upcoming trip with his
mom and how much I was going to miss him. It would be nice to have some
pictures, and maybe even some videos, to keep me company while my son was
away. Nick had offered to take videos of us. The cop knew how to keep them
locked away from prying eyes. I made a mental note to follow up with him
about that.

I held my hands in front of my face, acting like I was taking pictures of
us with my phone. I said, "Click... click..."

Jer smiled at the fake camera and moved his body into poses for my
pictures. "How do you want me, Mr. Photographer?"

The imaginary phone vanished as I placed my hands on his butt cheeks. "Just
like this, young man."

I resumed a nice steady fucking rhythm. My eyes rolled back in my head for
a few moments, as the pleasure intensified with each stroke. When I opened
them again, I glanced down at the table. Jeremy was lying on the spot where
he usually ate. As I pumped my cock in and out of his sweet hole, I
realized I would never be able to look at his spot at the table without
remembering that moment.

I also thought about Beth. Whenever we sat again for a meal, she would have
no idea that I had fucked her son's young boy hole where his placemat was
neatly placed. I wanted to feel guilty, but I couldn't. If Beth had been
even half as fun in bed as Jeremy--half as creative, half as
adventurous--she and I might have used the table for one of our own fuck
sessions. But she wasn't. And we hadn't.

I reached down and grabbed Jeremy's hard cock. I began stroking it at the
same speed I was fucking his teenage hole. I watched the pre-cum leak from
his pink cockhead. Each time I pushed my cock in, a dollop of pre-cum
appeared in his piss slit. It was as if I was fucking the fluid out of
him. I spread the natural lube all over his shaft, eliciting an
appreciative moan from my horny adolescent son.

After a few minutes of that, Jeremy placed his hand on mine. "Stop, Dad. I
don't want to cum again yet."

He twisted his lower body so he was on his side, with both of his legs
facing the foot of the table. I had to remove my cock from his ass while he
changed positions. But once he settled in, I found his hole again and slid
back inside. This new position allowed me to see his muscular thigh and how
it met his bubble butt. I placed a hand on his butt cheek and rubbed it
appreciatively as I continued to drill his perfect little hole.

"You look so hot fucking me, Dad." He was running his eyes up and down my
body. "I hope I make you happy."

I pushed my cock all the way in and held it there. "You do, Baby. You have
no idea how happy." I ran a hand over his thick thigh and his bubble
butt. "Oh my god! Why did it take me so long to realize how much you turn
me on?"

Jer grinned and watched my body as I fucked his hole. After a couple dozen
more thrusts, he said, "I want to kiss you while you fuck me. Can I sit in
your lap?"

I pulled my cock out of his hole. I watched longingly as he moved off the
table and his beautiful bubble butt disappeared from my view. I reached for
it, not wanting to let it go.

Jer giggled. "You'll get back in there in a second." He then gestured
toward my chair at the table. "Will you sit there? I want you to be in your
chair while you fuck me."

My cock twitched and a drop of pre-cum oozed out. I loved the idea of using
my chair at the dining table.

I sat down and stroked my cock. It was covered in lube so my hand slid
easily over it.

Jeremy stepped up to me, placing his feet on the sides of my chair. He
squatted, lowering his ass to my rigid cock. When my cockhead touched his
hungry hole, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I've fantasized about
doing this so many times. Whenever we're eating at this table, I imagine
walking over to you, taking my pants off and lowering myself onto you like
this. I imagine you frantically looking at Mom while I do it, but not
having the willpower to push me away."

He pushed his butt down, letting his ass lips wrap themselves around my
thick daddy meat. "And Mom sits in stunned silence as she watches me take
your thick cock inside of me. When I'm all the way down..." He had taken me
in completely. His butt cheeks pressed against my thighs. "When I'm all the
way down, I turn to her and say. 'Take notes. This is how to make Dad
happy.'"

He kissed me as he began to ride my hard shaft. He continued, "I make her
watch as I slide up and down on your big dick. And your face looks like it
does right now, filled with so much desire to fuck me."

He was right about the way I was feeling. I had an uncontrollable desire to
fuck my boy's ass. His silky inner walls were wrapped around my cock,
trying to milk a load out of it. And the story about doing it in front of
his mother was making me excited. It thrilled me to think of fucking him
openly in front of Beth. To have her watch as her son gave me more pleasure
with a simple movement than she ever did in an entire night.

I grabbed his hips and began pumping my cock inside of him. He wrapped one
arm around my neck for balance and used his free hand to play with my
nipples. He continued to look into my eyes and kiss me.

"Fill me up, Daddy. Show Mom how much you love me. How much you want to
empty your balls deep inside me. Let her know that you're mine." His voice
was seductive, filling my mind with exciting ideas.

I stopped fucking and allowed him to take over again. Raising and lowering
his ass onto my thick meat. My mind was in a sexual fog as I replied, "I am
yours, Jeremy. All yours."

Jeremy licked my ear as he continued to play with my nipples and to fuck
himself on my dick. He whispered in my ear, "Your cock is so hard and
thick. It feels so good sliding in and out of my ass. I love you so much,
Dad."

I rubbed my cheek against his as my breath started becoming
ragged. "I... love you... too, Jer. Oh my god... this feels... it
feels... so good!"

Sweat was forming on my brow as my son moved his ass rapidly up and down my
shaft. I was so fucking close. Only a few more thrusts and I would be
there.

Jer cried out and I felt a warm liquid hitting my stomach and spreading all
over my torso.

I looked down and saw that my son was cumming without touching
himself--like he had done at the cabin the first time we fucked. That was
the final straw for me. My cock began to pump volley after volley of fresh
cum into my son's perfect ass. I too cried out as I felt an intense release
of energy, "Argghh... oh fuck... Jeremy!"

As I pumped my ball juice deep inside my son, he collapsed against me. I
hugged him, forcing his cum to spread all over our bellies. Then, as my
orgasm subsided, I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed deeply.

We remained in that position while each of us recovered from the intensity
of our orgasms. Our heartbeats and our breathing slowly returned to their
normal rhythms. I ran my fingers over my son's soft sweat-moistened skin.

When my mind cleared, I asked, "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" Jer's voice was deep and hoarse.

I ran a finger through his adolescent jizz on my belly. "Cum without
touching yourself. You did it at the cabin too."

Jer shrugged. "I don't know. It has only happened to me that one other
time."

It was such an amazing thing. I needed to understand. "But how? Why?"

Jer lifted his head, placed a finger on my nose and began tracing it. "I
have no idea how it happens, but do you really need to ask why?"

I wasn't sure what he was getting at, so I just stared blankly at him.

"It's you. Sometimes when you're inside me... I don't know... I get real
excited and it just happens." Jer rested his head against my neck again.

Not yet ready to accept that there was something special about me, I asked,
"It hasn't happened with anyone else?"

Jer lifted his head again and gave me one of those looks that teenagers
frequently gave their parents. It was the look that said, 'How can you be
so clueless?' His expression softened a moment later and he said, "No. It
has only happened with you. It's you. You make my body do that."

I didn't know how to respond. His assertion that there was something
special about me--my cock? my fucking technique?--that made him cum without
touching himself was difficult to understand. I couldn't imagine ever
cumming from stimulation anywhere other than on my cock. But I had
witnessed my son doing it twice. There had to be more behind it than just
my cock or my technique. I had learned early on that Jeremy got excited
whenever any attention was paid to his tight young ass. It made more sense
that his ability to cum without touching himself was related to the
pleasure he felt when a cock was inside him. Not my cock specifically,
right?

I asked, "What do you enjoy about it?"

He gave me a questioning look. "About what? Your cock?" He tightened his
ass on my semi-hard shaft.

I shook my head. "No, getting fucked. You get so much pleasure from
it. Why?"

My son was quiet for a short time. He appeared to be thinking. He
eventually shrugged and said, "I don't know. It feels amazing." He gently
used a fingertip to draw circles around my nipples. "You like when I put my
tongue in your ass, right?"

I nodded. "Hell, yeah!" My ass twitched as I remembered the awesome
sensation.

He pinched my nipple. "Well, imagine that feeling but a hundred times more
intense."

I nodded. "OK, but do you feel that sensation all the way inside?"

He shook his head. "Yeah. No. I mean, when a dick is inside me, it makes me
feel full. It's like a really good hug, but on the inside." He sighed
heavily. "It's hard to explain."

I kissed him and ran my fingers through his hair. "So, feeling full and
having the shaft rub against your hole. Those turn you on?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, but there's more. Mental stuff. I like what it means to
have a man inside me. It turns me on to know that I'm turning him on. You
know..."

That made me remember what I had been thinking earlier about why I liked
sucking dick. For me, it was mental more than anything. Just like Jeremy, I
liked knowing that my body was making the man I was with feel good.

I was about to share those thoughts with Jeremy when he placed an arm over
his eyes and said, "I don't know, Dad. Don't make me explain." Frustration
was evident in his body language and in his voice.

I pulled his arm away from his face and kissed him. "I'm sorry, Baby. I
don't want to frustrate you. I'm just curious. That's all. I think it's
awesome that you get so much pleasure from being fucked. I just want to
understand so I can make it even better for you."

Jer grinned. He then looked down at my cum-soaked chest and said, "You make
me cum without touching myself. I don't think you can make it any better
for me."

I placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head until he was looking
into my eyes again. "You're incredible, Jer. The best thing that has ever
happened to me."

He smiled and his eyes became moist.

I was sure he was about to cry but then my cockhead popped out of his
hole. Drops of cum escaped his ass and fell to my leg and the chair
cushion. I reflexively placed a finger on my son's hole, providing a
momentary plug while his ass lips tightened again. I didn't want all the
cum to escape; I wanted to go to the rally with each other's cum inside our
bodies.

Jer grabbed one of the towels I had placed on the table and said, "I guess
we should have used these, huh?"

I laughed as I took the towel from him and started wiping up our mess. "I
have no self-control around you, Jer. You drive me wild."

Jer stood up and smiled at me as he used the other towel to wipe the cum
and lube from his skin.

I said, "That stuff you were saying. About your Mom sitting here watching
us. Jesus-fucking-Christ that was hot! You make me realize I have fantasies
I never knew about."

Jer used the towel to dry the cum and lube from my body. "I've been making
up fantasies about you for a few years. You have a lot of catching up to
do."

I grinned. "I guess I do." I glanced at the clock. "We better get in the
shower. If we don't leave soon, we'll be late."

We wiped off the chair and the table, then we headed upstairs to shower. As
usual, we found it impossible to keep our hands off one another along the
way. At the top of the stairs, I slapped his beautiful butt, sending him to
his room to put the towels in his hamper. I made my way to his bathroom.

I began running the water, testing it with my hand until it felt warm.

Jeremy called out, "Dad, where are you?"

I replied, "In your bathroom, Jer."

He appeared in the doorway. "Oh. I thought we were going to use your
shower. It's bigger, isn't it?"

It was bigger, making it the more obvious choice. But I wasn't ready to be
intimate with Jeremy in my and Beth's room. I said, "Nah, let's use
yours. I like the idea of joining my son in his shower. It's going to be
hot." I wasn't being dishonest. I was turned on by the idea of doing yet
another taboo thing with my son. I continued, "I'll bet those guys on the
internet would love to have their dads step naked into their showers."

Jeremy's eyes travelled up and down my body as a mischievous grin overtook
his face. "Heck yeah!" His cock was hardening as he stepped into the
shower. Once inside, he bent over and said, "Oh, Dad! I dropped the
soap. Can you come help me find it?"

I laughed and stepped inside. I placed a hand on his bubble butt and said,
"I'll hold you steady while you look for it." My cock began to chub. The
situation was turning me on. If we hadn't been in a hurry, I would have
enjoyed living out the fantasy completely. With all the willpower I could
muster, I said, "Next Sunday, let's fuck in here. But we don't have time
today."

My son straightened up and handed me the soap. "Next Sunday? Oh boy! I hope
so!"

We soaped each other up, enjoying touching every inch of one another's
body. We both spent extra time washing each other's cock, balls and ass. A
couple times, we came close to turning it into a love-making session. But
we both knew how angry Beth would have been if we arrived late. So neither
of us chanced it.

When we finished, we grabbed towels and started drying off. Jeremy finished
quickly and went to his room to dress. He then headed downstairs to watch
TV while he waited for me.

As I was pulling my shirt on, Jer ran up the stairs and said, "Dad! Dad! We
have to hurry!"

Worried that something had happened, I asked, "What is it? What's wrong?"

He was out of breath. "Luis Montavo was just on the news. He's at the
rally. Oh my god! We're going to see him again! Come on, come on!"

Jer's excitement was infectious. I too wanted to see the handsome newsman
with the big dick. And even though I suspected that Luis wouldn't leave
before the event even started, I felt the same sense of urgency to get to
the rally. The sooner we arrived, the better our chances of seeing the sexy
man again. I rushed to finish dressing. Five minutes later, my young lover
and I were in the car, on our way to the rally for Minister Bryce.

End of Chapter 32.