Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2018 07:30:42 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 33

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 33

As we drove to the rally, Jeremy couldn't contain his excitement about
seeing the newsman, Luis Montavo, in person again. He squeezed my leg,
encouraging me to drive as quickly as possible. I placed my hand on his and
brought it to my lips. I kissed his knuckles and said, "You are so amazing,
Jer."

My son smiled at me as he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles
in return. "I'd think you were amazing if you drove a little faster."

I laughed and squeezed his warm hand. If Beth had been that excited about
running into the newsman, I would have been hot with jealousy. But with
Jeremy, there was no hint of that ugly emotion. I was excited for my son. I
looked forward to seeing the huge smile on his face when he saw the man of
his jack-off fantasies. And if the handsome man returned Jer's interest, I
would be right there, encouraging them to hook up. And if they asked me to
join, I'd gladly accept the invitation.

Of course, I had no reason to believe that Luis even liked men. But it was
nice to fantasize about sharing my beautiful son with him.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Beth. 'Are you guys on your way?'

I handed the phone to Jeremy. "Will you answer this for me? Tell her we're
almost there."

As Jeremy texted with his mother, I thougth about how each of us had our
own distinct reasons for going to the rally.

Beth was going as a form of penance. After the news had broken about the
minister's arrest, she gossiped with several of her friends about the
man. When she found out that a corrupt cop might have falsely accused him,
she was overcome with guilt. Going to the rally to support the minister was
her way of apologizing to the man for all the bad things she had said about
him.

Jeremy was going for a few reasons. He felt bad for the minster and wanted
to support him. When the police arrested the two of them, Officer Pfeiffer
gave Jeremy preferential treatment because of their friendship. Jeremy felt
guilty about that and had been on a mission to help Minister Bryce ever
since. He also wanted to go to the rally out of curiosity. He planned to
become a human rights lawyer someday and participating in a rally would be
a good experience for him in preparation for that career. His final reason
was that Luis Montavo was there. Jeremy wanted the opportunity to be near
the sexy newsman.

My reason was simple. I had no interest in the rally itself. I simply
wanted to protect my son. Jeremy, Minister Bryce and I were the only people
at the rally who knew of my son's involvement in the minister's
situation. Despite that, I felt strongly that my son was putting himself at
risk by being there. Would the event cause Jeremy to get emotional in a way
that would be difficult to explain? Would Jeremy be overwhelmed and
potentially say something he shouldn't? How would Minister Bryce react to
seeing Jeremy? Did the man hold any resentment against my son? If so, would
that come out in some negative way toward Jeremy? There were so many things
that could go wrong for my young son. I needed to be with him to protect
him.

Jeremy 's excitement waned after we parked and began heading to our meeting
spot in front of City Hall. Right next to the government building was the
police station. As we walked by it, Jeremy stopped talking and simply
stared at it.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, hoping to provide him some comfort. I
could only imagine how painful it was for him to see that place. That was
where Officer Lambry had taken him after apprehending him in the park. That
was where Officer Pfeiffer had interrogated him after abandoning him in the
men's room. That was where I had retrieved him after receiving the call
from the police that fateful afternoon.

Jeremy asked, "Do you think they'll make me go back in there? You
know... if they interview me again. Will it have to be in there?"

I was about to say something to ease his mind, but we heard his mother's
voice before I could do so.

"Hey, guys. I can't believe you made it here before us." My wife gave Jer
and me a kiss.

Our son squirmed away from her and wiped his face dry. "Ewww, Mom!" He
looked around, as if to see who had witnessed his mother showing him
affection in public.

Karen was right behind my wife. I greeted her with a nod. "Hey, Karen. Is
Mark here?" Her husband was a handsome man. I had been looking forward to
seeing him.

She shook her head. "No, he wasn't interested in going to the church. He
stayed home with the kids."

I nodded and thought, 'What a lucky man. I wish I could have stayed home
with my kid.' I glanced at Jeremy and thought, 'Oh yeah. A couple more
hours alone with my boy would have been very nice.'

Jer noticed me looking at him. He flashed a smile. He was so fucking
handsome. My cock chubbed.

We crossed the street and entered the park. People of all backgrounds were
gathering in front of the stage. Many of the them were dressed nicely and
appeared to know each other. I suspected that they were members of the
minister's church. The rest of the people were dressed casually. It was a
hot summer day. If you hadn't gone to church that morning, you had no
reason to dress up for the rally.

Jer tugged my shirt. I looked his way and he gestured toward the edge of
the crowd on the right.

There he was. Luis Montavo. He was with his camera man and a few other
people from their news station. He was wearing a green short-sleeve
button-down shirt along with cargo shorts and tennis shoes. I looked first
at his handsome face then down at his crotch. At the park on the 4th of
July, he had been wearing tight denim pants which had shown off his
impressive bulge. Unfortunately, his shorts were much looser, so they
didn't highlight his crotch like his denim pants had. I felt a rush of lust
anyway. The man was sexy as hell with his big brown eyes, his salt and
pepper hair and his strong jaw with a cleft chin. I could understand why my
son was so attracted to him.

I nodded at Jeremy, trying not to be too obvious. But Beth saw where we
were looking. She said, "Well look at that! He's that newsman. What's his
name?"

Jeremy replied, "Luis Montavo."

Beth said, "Yeah, that's it. Why in the world would he be here?"

I turned to her and saw the desire in her eyes. I nearly broke out in
laughter. My wife and I were attracted to the same man. How much stranger
could things become?

I shrugged. "Maybe the story is a bigger deal than we realized?"

Jeremy said, "I'll be right back. I think I see a friend from school." He
headed in the opposite direction of the newsman.

For a moment, I thought he really was looking for a schoolmate. But then I
remembered that Jeremy had used the same excuse a few weeks prior when we
were at the beach with Brett and Lindsay. On that day, my son had told us
he was going to find friends. In reality, he had taken the long way around
to the men's room to search for cock. I was certain my son was doing
something similar. Sure enough, a few moments later, I saw Jer standing
near Luis and his crew.

In a flash, I remembered the night Jeremy had shared with me his fantasy
about Luis. We had acted out that fantasy together inside Jeremy's room. I
had played the role of the hung newsman while Jeremy had played the role of
his personal assistant. Under the pretext of relieving Luis's stress, my
son had sucked my cock and then had sat on it. Both of us shot huge loads
as we imagined Jer getting fucked by the TV celebrity.

I smiled at my son. Under different circumstances, I might have been angry
at him for fibbing to his mother and me about where he was going. But I
felt no anger at all. Instead, I was happy that he was getting an up-close
look at his fantasy man. I also knew that he would have been honest with me
if we had been alone. In fact, if we had been alone, he would have dragged
me with him to stand near Luis.

I chuckled. Dragged me? Hell no. I would have gone willingly.

I turned back to Beth, keeping her distracted while her son ogled the sexy
newsman. We moved toward the stage, ending up about three rows back. We
could see the people on the stage very clearly.

A local politician tapped on the microphone and introduced himself and the
event. He made a quick, passionate speech about his commitment to purging
the corruption from the police department. I didn't hear much of what he
was saying. He was exploiting the situation for his own political
advancement. I couldn't have been less interested.

While the man was speaking, Jer returned. As he walked up to us, he gave me
an "oh my god!" expression. I winked at him, knowing that he had enjoyed
every second of standing near Luis Montavo and his news crew.

He stopped in front of his mother and me. He slowly moved backward until he
was nearly touching each of us. His mother placed her hand on his
shoulder. Jer grabbed my left hand. At first, I was nervous, thinking that
the people around us could see our intimate hand-holding. But the crowd was
packed closely, and our hands were hidden between our legs. I smiled. It
felt good--natural--to hold my son's hand.

Touching his skin made me remember the cum that was in my stomach and in
his ass. It thrilled me to think that we were surrounded by people, none of
whom knew we had made love just an hour before. To everyone around us, we
appeared to be a typical father and son duo. They would have been
scandalized to know that we both had emptied our balls inside one another's
body before coming to the rally for the minister.

We listened to a couple more people make speeches. They were well-rehearsed
and very effective at riling up the crowd. People cheered, clapped,
chanted, and booed at all the right times.

I was bored shitless by the speeches. I found myself looking toward the
news crew several times. I was having a difficult time controlling my
building desire for Luis. I had hoped to catch his eye, but of course, the
handsome newsman's focus was completely on the people on stage.

Minister Bryce stood and approached the microphone.

The crowd broke out in a round of applause.

Jer squeezed my hand.

The minister began speaking. Within seconds, it was clear that the man was
an excellent orator. His slight southern accent, mixed with his soothing
deep voice, made it a pleasure to listen to him. His words quickly drew me
in, making me want to hear everything he had to say. Despite my normal
aversion to anyone pushing their religious beliefs on me, I listened
intently to him. He seemed to be speaking from the heart, making everything
he said sound completely sincere.

At a couple points during his speech, I got distracted. As I watched the
minister's lips move, I pictured them wrapped around Jer's cock, hungrily
sucking on my son's long, adolescent shaft. I also pictured him lying on
the floor while Jer rode his preacher cock. My own cock began to harden as
I imagined the dark-haired man with the handsome face apologizing to my son
while he emptied his balls inside his young bubble butt. I pressed my hand
against Jer's ass. He glanced back at me and smiled.

Minister Bryce spoke for several minutes about the good things the police
of our town had done through the years. He encouraged the crowd to
acknowledge that most of the cops were doing a great job of keeping our
town safe. We should not judge them by the actions of a few corrupt peers.

Then he looked our way and he faltered. He appeared to lose his train of
thought as he stumbled over his words.

I suspected I knew what was going on. If I was right, Jeremy's presence was
making the minister nervous.

Over the next several minutes, he stumbled over his words each time he
looked our way. I was beginning to worry that other people might be making
the connection. But, as I glanced around, I saw that everyone was staring
intently at the minister. No one was looking toward us.

Except one person: Luis Montavo.

When I looked in his direction, I saw him staring directly at us. The sexy
TV celebrity had noticed us. It was exhilarating to realize that we had
caught his attention. And even though one side of my mind told me it was
impossible, the other side wondered if Jeremy's fantasy could come
true. Could Luis's interest in us lead to a sexual encounter?

But it quickly became clear to me what really was going on. The newsman
looked at us each time Minister Bryce saw Jeremy and stumbled over his
words.

My excitement about catching Luis's attention changed to fear. The newsman
was not only famous because of his stunning looks; he was also a good
reporter. And at that very moment, I was sure his well-trained observation
skills were picking up on the discomfort Jeremy's presence was causing the
minister.

I had to do something to diffuse the situation. I contemplated moving
Jeremy further back in the crowd, out of Bryce's sight. But I
couldn't. There was no way to explain to Beth why I suddenly had to step
away with my step-son.

I considered stepping forward, blocking the newsman's view of Jeremy. But I
knew that wouldn't accomplish anything. The minister would still see my
handsome son and still stumble over his words. Luis didn't need to see
Jeremy to know that he was the one who was affecting Bryce.

There was nothing I could do until the speeches were over.

Bryce began to speak about viewing the whole situation as a test of his
faith. No man of God can imagine having to endure the pain of being accused
of such vile behavior. The acts of which he was accused were abhorrent to
God.

A quick stumble as he glanced at Jeremy after having said that.

Jeremy's body tensed up as he squeezed my hand more strongly. Minister
Bryce's words were painful to hear. I understood he needed to say them to
convince the crowd of his innocence. But it didn't make them any easier to
hear. And then the response of the crowd--judgmental jeers and homophobic
remarks--made it nearly unbearable. I felt like a spotlight was shining on
Jeremy and me. I was tempted to let go of my son's hand and to put a little
distance between us. But that temptation passed quickly. Despite my
discomfort, I would not let Minister Bryce's judgmental words negatively
affect me or my boy.

I squeezed Jer's hand just as strongly. I needed him to know that I was
with him.

Luckily for us, the minister's speech ended a few moments later. He asked
everyone to hold hands as he led us in prayer. I nearly laughed at the fact
that Jeremy and I already had been holding hands, but for a very different
reason. We bowed our heads and listened to the minister pray. After he
said, "Amen," the crowed broke out in spontaneous singing of the hymn "How
Great Thou Art." Beth, Jeremy and I didn't know the words, so we simply
hummed along.

When the song was over, Minister Bryce thanked everyone for their
support. The crowd began to applaud and the minister scanned the crowd from
left to right, nodding at random people. When his gaze reached Jeremy and
me, he looked into each of our eyes for a few moments, then continued
on. He stepped back and took his seat next to his wife and children.

I looked toward Luis. He still was looking our way.

The politician who had kicked off the event stepped up to the microphone
and gave the closing remarks. He then said that we could form a line to
meet the minister and give him words of encouragement before leaving. It
was going to be like a reception line at the end of a wedding.

To my surprise, Beth and Karen wanted to meet the man. I tried to dissuade
them, feeling an urgency to get away as quickly as possible. But they
insisted. Beth said, "He speaks so beautifully. I want to meet him and tell
him we've started going to his church."

Jer glanced back at me as he walked away with his mother. I suspected that
he was asking me to save him. He was about to shake hands with the minister
while acting like they had never met before. And his mother would be right
next to him, excited about meeting the man she was beginning to admire.

I said, "Beth, let Jer stay behind with me."

My wife shook her head. "Don't be silly, Clint. Come on. We'll all meet
him." She held on tight to Jeremy, making it impossible for our son to stay
behind.

Defeated, I joined them. I needed to be near my son, providing him the
protection and emotional support he needed.

As we stood in line, I kept my eye on Luis. He and his crew moved closer to
the stage, stopping at a respectful distance from the minister. After
people shook Bryce's hand, they had to pass by the news crew. Luis
interviewed a few of them. But even when he was listening to them, he kept
his eyes on Jeremy.

My heart was beating hard when we reached the minister. I watched Jeremy
and Bryce do their best to act like perfect strangers. As they awkwardly
shook hands, I stupidly glanced over at Luis. He got a self-satisfied grin
on his face and I admonished myself for having looked at him at just the
wrong moment. He clearly suspected something was up with my son and the
minister. My nervous glance had only served to confirm that.

Minister Bryce shook Beth's hand and smiled as she told him about her
interest in his church. He graciously said he looked forward to seeing her
there upon his return. Then, as he shook my hand, he said, "Thank you for
all your support."

We locked eyes for a moment. I knew he understood who I was and that he was
thanking me for much more than just attending his rally. He was thanking me
for helping him and Jeremy with Officer Pfeiffer. If they had followed
through with their plan to blackmail the cop, we very likely would have
been meeting under different circumstances. I had convinced Jeremy to
forget the blackmail scheme and to let me talk to our policeman buddy. It
had worked out well for everyone.

I nodded. "Good luck."

As we stepped toward Luis, the newsman addressed Beth, "Do you have time
for a few questions?" He glanced at Jeremy and at me.

Beth turned to me and grinned, then said, "Sure, of course I do."

My heart quickened. I wanted to cry out, 'No! Get away from us!'

But Beth had no reason to fear the famous newsman's questions. She had no
idea how close she was to the minister's situation.

Luis asked Beth, "How do you know the minister? Are you a member of his
church?"

Beth shook her head. "Oh no. I just started going to his church this
morning. This is the first time I've ever met him."

Luis nodded, then turned to Jeremy. "How about you, young man? How do you
know him?"

I looked at my son. He was blushing as he stared at the newsman. I hoped he
wasn't allowing his lust for Luis to cloud his judgment. The reporter
hadn't asked him "if" he knew Minister Bryce. He had asked "how" he knew
him. It was as if he wasn't allowing Jeremy to deny he knew the accused sex
offender.

Jeremy didn't answer the newsman. He just stared at him. I wasn't sure if
he was unable to speak because of his lust for the man or because he didn't
know how to answer the question safely.

Beth placed a hand on Jer's shoulder and said, "Don't let the camera make
you nervous, Honey." She gave Jer a few more seconds to respond, then said,
"We don't know the minister. We all just met him."

The newsman smirked. He asked, "Why did you come here today?"

Beth opened her mouth to answer, but Jeremy interrupted her. "To protest
police corruption, sir. We can't feel safe if our police are inventing
crimes and fabricating evidence."

I was surprised that Jeremy suddenly felt comfortable enough to
speak. Perhaps it was his mother's comforting touch. Or maybe he had
practiced the response. It had felt a little rehearsed--a little too
perfect of a response for a 16-year-old boy.

Luis raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you believe the minister is innocent
of the charges brought against him?"

Jer glanced back at me, then said to the man who had been the focus of
hundreds of his jack-off sessions, "I honestly don't know, sir. But that's
not what we're here for. This is about corrupt policemen."

Luis asked, "How old are you, young man?"

Jer puffed up his chest as he said, "Sixteen, sir."

Luis smiled at my son. He looked up at me and said, "You've got a young
activist on your hands, don't you?"

For a moment, I got lost in that smile and those big brown eyes. The man
had always looked handsome on TV. But now that we were inches from him, I
could see that he was even better looking in real life. His full lips, his
light brown skin, his masculine face with crow's feet forming at the edges
of his eyes. And those eyes. Holy fuck! Those big brown eyes. Had he not
chosen a career as a reporter, he would have done quite well as a model.

I placed a hand on Jeremy's other shoulder and gave it an affectionate
squeeze. "He's going to be a lawyer."

Beth wrapped her arm around my young lover's waist and added, "Yes, we're
quite proud of him."

Luis nodded at each of us. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but
one of his crew members interrupted him. She whispered in his ear and he
looked toward the police station. "OK, let's head over there quickly."

He turned back to us and said, "I'm sorry to cut this short, but we have to
run."

We remained in place, watching the TV celebrity and his crew head over to
the police station.

Beth said, "Oh my god! Can you believe he talked to us?"

Karen stepped up and said, "And he seemed quite impressed with Jeremy." She
asked my son, "How did you know how to give such great answers? If he had
been interviewing me, I would have been tongue-tied."

Jer said, "I don't know. I guess I just thought a lot about it before
coming here."

Karen smiled at Jer, then said to Beth, "Isn't Luis dreamy? I can't wait to
post these pictures." She began showing my wife the pictures she had taken
during the interview.

As I waited for the women to finish discussing the pictures, I glanced
occasionally toward Luis and his crew. Although they were across the
street, I could see him looking our way. It would have been nice to believe
he was looking at us out of sexual interest. But I was sure his interest
was purely investigative.

Karen said, "Do you think they will show you two on TV tonight? Wouldn't
that be fun?"

Without even realizing I had made the decision, I found myself saying,
"I'll be right back." I rushed across the street to where Luis and his crew
were. The woman who had whispered in his ear looked up as I approached. I
said to her, "Mr. Montavo just interviewed my son. How can I make sure you
don't show it on television?"

She said, "Your wife consented to the interview, didn't she?"

I nodded and said forcefully, "But she didn't give permission to interview
our underage son!"

The woman raised her hands. "OK. No need to get upset. We'll edit your son
out. I promise you." She wrote something on a clipboard. "There. 'Ditch
footage of underage boy.' It's too bad though. He was impressive."

Luis looked back at me as I thanked the woman and walked away. I realized I
might have made him even more suspicious of Jeremy by demanding they remove
the footage of him. But it was a risk I was willing to take. I was thinking
about Jeremy's potential follow-up interview with the police. If they saw
Jeremy on TV talking about the minister's case, it surely would have
influenced the questions they asked him. Questions like: "If you never
interacted with the minister in the bathroom at the park, why were you at
his rally? What connection do you and the man have?"

No, I couldn't risk the police becoming suspicious of my son.

When I returned to our group, Beth asked me, "What was that about?"

I shrugged. "I was just asking them when the footage would air. I wanted to
make sure to be home to see it. They told me to just watch the early
evening news. If it aired at all, it would be then."

Beth raised her hand for a high-five with Jeremy. "Did you hear that? We
might be on TV. I can't wait!"

I sighed. I would never tell Beth the truth, but I would tell Jeremy. He
needed to understand how dangerous it was for him to speak to anyone about
the case, especially a TV reporter.

During the ride home, Beth spoke nearly non-stop. She told us everything
about her experience that morning at Minister Bryce's church. It surprised
me to hear how much she had enjoyed herself. According to her, the church
grounds were beautiful, as was the sanctuary inside. The people were very
warm and friendly. The message the temporary minister gave was
inspiring. She already was making plans to go back the following week.

Then she started talking about Minister Bryce. His speech at the rally had
really moved her. She was emotional as she explained how passionate and
sincere his words had seemed as he talked about our need to forgive those
who have wronged us, no matter how evil their intentions were. She got
choked up a few times as she tried to contain her overwhelming emotions.

I listened to my wife with intense curiosity. I had seen her get that
emotional only on a few occasions. I hadn't expected the church and rally
experiences to affect her so strongly. I grasped her hand, attempting to
comfort her as she processed those strong emotions.

The minister's words had affected me too, but in a very different way. I
could relate to him. Just like me, he was a married man who was dealing
with homosexual desires. Just like me, he needed to keep those desires
hidden. Just like me, he found them difficult to ignore. And just like me,
he enjoyed sex in public places, especially when it involved my son and his
incredible bubble butt.

But our reactions to our situations were very different. The minister
appeared to react with self-hatred, whereas I had reacted initially with
fear and eventually with acceptance. Bryce was listening to his religion,
which told him homosexual acts were sinful. I was listening to my brother,
my son, and my heart. They all said that there was nothing wrong with men
enjoying men. The minister's support system was telling him to hate his
"sinful" nature. My support system was encouraging me to embrace whatever
life threw at me.

I felt bad for the minister. I also felt a little uncomfortable with my
wife's intense reaction to him. He deserved pity, not adoration. Too bad I
couldn't explain that to my wife.

Once we were home, Jer ran to the living room and set the DVR to record the
news for the rest of the day. He was excited about potentially seeing
himself on TV and wanted to have a recording of it to keep. His excitement
was making my heart ache.

It wasn't until Beth went upstairs to change out of her church clothes that
I was able to have a few minutes alone with Jeremy. I pulled him into the
kitchen to tell him about my conversation with Luis Montavo's crew.

Jeremy, apparently thinking I was pulling him aside for intimacy, wrapped
his arms around me and kissed my neck.

I sighed, enjoying his touch, but needing to hurry up and break the news to
him. I placed my hands on his biceps and pulled him out of the embrace. I
took a deep breath and said, "Jer, I need to tell you something."

Not yet realizing how serious I was being, my son placed his hands on my
crotch and started squeezing my cock.

I grabbed his wrist and said, "Jer. When I went to the news crew, I was
asking them not to put your interview on the air."

Jer's body tensed. "What? Why?"

I responded, "It would have been too risky, Jer. At this point, the police
don't suspect you of anything. But if they see you on TV being interviewed
at the rally, they might wonder if you really do know Minister Bryce."

Jer stared at me with his mouth agape and his eyes open wide. "But Mom told
them we didn't know him." He took a step back from me, clenched his jaw and
said, "I can't believe you did that!"

I reached for him, but he turned and started walking away. I said, "Jer,
please don't be angry. I did it to protect you."

He stepped further away.

I said, "Jer! Please, come back here."

He stopped and turned to look at me. But he didn't move.

Trying to find the balance between stern father and caring lover, I didn't
insist that he obey me and come back to me. He was listening. That was what
mattered most at that moment. I said, "l know you were excited about being
on TV. But you have to be careful. Very careful. This thing isn't over
yet. They haven't dropped the charges against Bryce. And you haven't been
interviewed yet."

Jer's eyes reddened. He said, "You're worrying about nothing. You always
expect the worst. It's just a short interview on TV! I can't believe you
did that. You ruined it for me!"

He rushed out of the kitchen and ran upstairs. I heard his door slam shut a
few moments later.

I stood in shocked silence. I had known he wouldn't be happy about what I
had done. But I hadn't expected such an intense reaction. I considered
going up to his room to continue the discussion, but I decided to let him
cool off. Plus, his mother might notice something was going on and there
was no way I could explain it to her.

Beth came downstairs and asked, "Is Jeremy upset about something? I heard
him slam his door."

I shrugged. "No clue. You know how teenagers get sometimes."

The rest of the day was filled with tension. Jeremy didn't come out of his
room until his mother called him down to watch the evening news. When Luis
came on for his report on the rally, Beth became excited. "Here it comes. I
hope they show us."

Jer didn't respond. He simply watched the TV, sulking. The fact that Luis
Montavo, his fantasy man, was on TV didn't appear to be enough to cheer him
up.

When the segment ended, Beth said, "Well that's disappointing." She turned
to Jeremy and said, "We were so close to being on TV. But, they didn't show
any of the people he interviewed. It's probably because they didn't give
him much time."

Jer nodded but didn't say anything.

Beth glanced at me then back at her son. "Don't be upset about it,
Sweetie. When you're a lawyer, you'll probably get interviewed by TV men so
often that you'll get sick of it." She continued to say things along those
lines, but he continued to sulk.

We ate dinner soon thereafter. I tried to catch Jeremy's eye, but he made a
concerted effort not to look directly at me. He went upstairs to his room
immediately after he finished eating.

As Beth and I lay on the couch, winding down for the day, my wife said to
me, "Something is really bothering Jeremy. I don't think it's the TV
thing. Could you talk to him? You know, father to son?"

I was dying to speak with my young lover. But I knew I was the last person
in the world he wanted to talk to at that moment. I shrugged and caressed
her arm. "Maybe tomorrow."

A little while later, we headed up to bed. I tried to fall asleep, but I
couldn't. It didn't feel right to go to sleep with tension between Jer and
me. I had promised myself never to hurt him again after the week-long
torture I put him through after his mother's biking accident. I couldn't
stand the idea of him lying in his bed in emotional pain because of me.

I rolled out of bed and walked to the door.

Beth stirred and asked, "You OK?"

I said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to talk to Jeremy. Go back to sleep."

It was dark, so I couldn't see her face. But I could hear her smile as she
said, "Thanks, Honey."

I closed the door to the master bedroom and walked to Jer's.

I knocked.

No answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

I opened the door and slipped inside. "Jer, are you up?"

He rolled over in his bed but said nothing.

I sighed and shut the door. My first inclination was to join him on the
bed. But I decided it would be better to sit in his desk chair. He appeared
to be angry with me still and his body language seemed to say that he
didn't want me near him. I sat on his chair backwards, resting my arms on
the back of it. I said, "I'm sorry, Jer. I hurt you and I feel horrible
about that."

Jer turned to face me.

I switched his desk light on. My son was looking up at me with his
captivating grey eyes. But they were more blood-shot than grey at that
moment.

He was silent for a few moments, then said, "Clint, I..." He looked down at
his pillow.

I winced. He had called me Clint, not Dad. I was speechless for several
seconds as I tried to understand why he had called me that. Eventually, I
said, "I remember getting mad at my dad a lot when I was a teenager. I
think it's normal for fathers and sons to argue."

Jer wiped his runny nose on his pillow.

I continued, "I think it must be much worse for us."

He stared at his pillow. "Why?"

I was dying to touch him. But I couldn't do so until we had gotten past his
anger. "Because I'm not just a protective father; I'm also a protective
lover. That's a double whammy for you, I suppose."

Jer looked up at me. "But... Clint..."

When I realized he wasn't going to finish his thought, I asked, "Why are
you calling me by my name?"

Jeremy's eyes filled with tears. "I don't know... I just assumed that... I
don't know... that when I said those things earlier, I ruined... us."

I shook my head. "Jer, relationships aren't always easy. Couples argue with
each other from time to time. It's how we recover from those arguments that
counts."

Tears ran down his cheeks as he asked, "Is that what we are? A couple?"

I smiled. "Yeah. We are a couple. An unconventional one, but still a
couple."

His voice cracked as he asked, "Are you my boyfriend?"

Multiple times over the past several weeks, I had suggested to Jeremy that
he find a boyfriend, a guy with whom he could have a real relationship. But
this time, I chose not to say that. He knew I didn't want to hold him back
from finding a life partner. I didn't have to say it yet another time.

And the truth was, I liked what we were doing. You could call us
boyfriends, lovers, sweethearts, beaus, fuck buddies, or partners. We were
all those things and more. Why not enjoy it for a little while? Jeremy had
the rest of his life to find the perfect husband. Couldn't I allow myself
to enjoy at least this one summer with him?

I nodded. "Yep, I'm your boyfriend. I'd give you my class ring, if I had
one."

He laughed. "Jeez, Dad. You're so old. No one gives class rings
anymore. This isn't the 50's!"

I reached down and squeezed his foot. "Hey! I wasn't alive in the 50s! I'm
not that old!"

We laughed as we stared into each other's eyes. I asked, "We OK?"

Jer nodded. "Yeah. I'm really sorry for the things I said. I don't think I
was really mad at you. I was mad at everything. I had a chance of being on
TV and it was ruined because of this whole thing with the police. Is it
always going to be this way? Am I always going to have to worry about it?"

I caressed his foot. "Not always. Just a little while longer. We have to
wait for the charges to be dropped against the minister. Then they'll begin
to forget about the whole thing."

Jer looked back down at his pillow.

I asked, "What was it like for you at the rally today?"

Jer shrugged, not responding.

I said, "The minister said some very hurtful things about homosexuality and
promiscuity. I felt uncomfortable listening to him. I mean, I knew why he
had to say those things. But there was a part of me that felt directly
attacked by him."

Jer closed his eyes and pressed his head against his pillow. "Me, too. At
one point, I felt like I should have let go of your hand and gotten on my
knees to ask for forgiveness." He sniffled. "But you kept me from doing
that. Your hand... holding mine... it was strong... and I told myself that
there can't be anything wrong with who I am, if I have someone who loves me
like you do."

I caressed his foot as I replied, "Baby, don't ever let anyone make you
feel bad for who you are. You are perfect just the way you are."

I was about to step out of the chair and join him on the bed. But at that
moment, the door to the master bedroom opened. I let go of my son's foot
and waited.

Beth knocked on the door. "You guys alright?"

I winked at Jer. "Yeah, come in."

Beth opened the door. She looked at me sitting in the chair then at Jeremy
lying on the bed with his bloodshot eyes.

I said, "We're just having a father/son chat, Honey. It's all good."

She walked over to Jeremy, squeezed his cheek and gave him a kiss on the
forehead. "I love you, Honey."

My young lover pushed his Mom's hand away, wiped his head and said, "Mom!"

I chuckled. Whenever I kissed my boy, he went wild with sexual
excitement. Whenever his mother kissed him, he went wild with
embarrassment.

Beth turned toward me with a smile. She winked and said, "Don't keep your
father up too late tonight. He has to work in the morning."

I got up and followed my wife to the door. I turned to Jer and said, "I'll
be right back."

We stepped into the hall and shut the door.

Beth whispered, "Is he OK? What's going on?"

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to figure out the right thing to
say. "Teenage boy stuff. Hormones making him over-react to not being on
TV. Angry at the world. I'm doing my best to help him through it."

Beth placed a finger on my forehead and pushed back a stray hair. She
smiled and said, "Thank you for being the father that Jeremy needs." She
pressed her leg against mine, "And the husband I need." Rubbing my leg
suggestively, she added, "When you finish with Jer, I'll be waiting for
you." She gave me a kiss then walked back to the bedroom.

I stood in the hallway for a few moments in shock. It seemed so wrong for
my relationship with Jeremy to make my wife horny for me. She was seeing me
as this great father for her son. She had no idea that what she really was
seeing was her son and me having a romantic relationship right under her
nose.

I stepped back into our son's room.

Jeremy slid over in the bed, making room for me to lie down next to him.

I couldn't join him on the bed. If I were to lie next to him, I wouldn't be
able to control my desire for him. Despite my need to hold him, to kiss
him, to be inside him, I had to deny myself this time. My wife was in the
other room waiting to have sex with me. If I were to get off with Jer, I
wouldn't be able to get hard again with her. I couldn't give her any reason
to start wondering about what was going on with me and her son.

I nearly chuckled at my own thoughts. A few weeks prior, I would have been
excited by my wife's sexual advances. But now I was treating sex with my
wife as a chore, something I was required to do, something that kept me
from doing what I really wanted to do--make love to my incredible son. As I
looked at his smiling face, I steeled my resolve. If I wanted to continue
building my relationship with Jeremy, I had to be careful.

I approached the bed and said, "Come here."

Jer rolled out of bed and stood. He placed his hands on my chest and looked
up at me.

Without even thinking, I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and gently
squeezed them.

Jer sighed and grinned at me. He lowered one of his hands and slipped it
inside my boxers. He squeezed my chubbing shaft and said, "I want you so
bad, Dad."

I reluctantly let go of his butt cheeks and placed my hands on his
shoulders. I was attempting to put some space between us before I lost all
willpower. "I want you, too. God, how I want you!" I took a deep
breath. "But we can't. Your mom's waiting for me."

Jer stroked my hardening cock--that fucking cock that refused to listen to
my brain--and said, "Aww... come on, Dad. Just let me suck you off real
quick. Five more minutes. She won't notice." He sat on the edge of the bed
and pulled my thickening cock through the fly of my boxers.

A wave of lust coursed through my body as I said, "No, Jer. That's what
she's waiting for. I can't..."

Still holding my hardening prick, Jer looked up at me
sheepishly. "Oh. Gotcha." He squeezed my cock and licked the head.

I said, "But that doesn't mean I can't help you out." I tugged on his
shirt. "Get naked for me."

Within seconds, my beautiful adolescent son was naked in front of me. His
hard cock bobbed up and down as he waited for me to tell him what I had in
mind.

Lustful thoughts swirled around in my head. I wanted to get on my knees and
suck my son's cock until he fed me his almond-flavored baby batter. I
wanted to turn him around and shove my tongue into his tiny pink hole. I
wanted to push him onto the bed and slide my thick cock into his warm
teenage ass.

But I couldn't allow myself to do any of those things. I was worried that
Beth would smell her son's personal scent on me when I joined her in bed. I
wouldn't have time for a shower, nor would I have an explanation for why I
would be taking one. So I wouldn't be able to wash the smell of sex from my
body.

I reached down and grabbed Jeremy's pearly white shaft. I bent over and
kissed his lips as I gently stroked him. "Let me jack you off real quick."

Jer said, "Mmmm..." as he reached for my cock. His fingers wrapped around
my sensitive shaft, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body.

I got to my knees, forcing him to let go of my cock. I said, "If I let you
touch me like that, I'm gonna cum."

Jer placed his hands on my arms and said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

I stared at his tasty cock, wishing I could suck it into my mouth. But I
was going to be kissing my wife soon. I couldn't risk having the taste of
boy cock on my tongue. "Don't apologize, Baby. I'm sorry I have to hold
back this time." I cupped his balls in my left hand and stroked his cock
with my right.

Jeremy lay back, resting his weight on his elbows. He focused his grey
wolf-like eyes on me as I concentrated on giving him the best handjob I
could.

I let go of his balls and placed my hand on his stomach. I caressed his abs
and his chest, enjoying the smooth warm skin.

Jer grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. "You don't have to do this,
Dad. If you need to get to Mom, I understand."

I stood. Without letting go of his cock, I leaned over and kissed his
lips. "I do need to do this, Jer. For you... and for me."

He kissed me back.

We both said at the same time, "I love you." Realizing what we had done, we
both chuckled.

I lowered myself to my knees again and resumed focusing on jacking him
off. As my hand slid up and down his young cock, I admired every inch of
it. Its long pearly white shaft that curved slightly and ended with a pink
head. Its pulsing veins running the length of it. The skin that tapered
away from the shaft, forming the top of his large ball sack. And his
balls--those low-hanging cream factories--were heavy and full. Although my
son was a teenager, the development of his cock and balls made it clear
that he was just as much a man as I was.

A dollop of pre-cum rolled out of my cockhead and dripped to the
floor. Handling and admiring my son's cock and balls was turning me on.

After a couple minutes, Jer slid across his bed and retrieved his lube. He
asked, "Can you use this? Will it be OK?"

I almost said 'no.' I was worried that I would have to wash my hands
afterward, which could have made Beth suspicious. But I couldn't stand the
idea of not pleasing Jeremy. No, I wouldn't deny him the pleasure of
jacking him off with lube. I told myself that, after I finished with him, I
could go directly to the restroom and take a piss. Beth wouldn't question
me washing my hands after emptying my bladder. I said, "Of course, Baby. I
want to make you feel good."

He applied the lube to my fingers then I grasped his rock-hard cock. I
resumed stroking. He moaned softly then lay back on his elbows again.

I took some of the excess lube into my other hand and spread it all over
his balls. My hands slid smoothly up and down his shaft and around his
testicles. My cock continued to leak pre-cum as my lust for my son was
building.

Jer lifted his legs and placed his feet on the bed. I could now see his ass
crack, though his pretty little hole was covered by his low-hanging
balls. I thought, 'It would be so easy to lift his ball sack and slide my
cock inside him.' I shook my head, trying to stay focused solely on his
pleasure.

A few minutes passed. They were pleasurable for him, but torturous for
me. My hand on his balls was so close--so fucking close--to his tight
puckered hole. I had to make a conscious effort not to allow my fingers to
slide down and touch it. Jer wasn't making it easier for me either. He
fucked my hand, moving his ass in the process. That made his hole slide
against my knuckles multiple times.

Jer said, "I wish you could fuck me, Dad. Would you be OK with putting a
couple fingers inside me?"

I nodded and placed my lube-slick fingers against his hole. I had avoided
doing so previously because I knew the temptation would be strong to
replace my fingers with my cock. As I touched his tiny hole, I closed my
eyes and told myself, 'Control, Clint. Control.'

Jer pushed his ass onto my fingers, arched his back and said,
"Mmmm... yeah..."

I opened my eyes and looked down at my son. I mumbled, "Such a sexy boy. My
sexy boy." Pre-cum oozed from my cock and onto the floor. I was glad that
both my hands were busy, otherwise I would have been tempted to grab my
cock and jack it.

Jer smiled, moaned and gasped as I stroked his cock and finger-fucked his
hole. He mumbled, "Fuck me, Dad. Oh yeah, fuck me."

I pushed my fingers deep inside him. I knew they weren't as long or as
thick as my cock, but I hoped that they were enough to satisfy his need to
be fucked.

Jer focused his gaze on my cock. He asked, "Can I suck you? For just a
minute? I promise not to try to make you cum. I just want to taste your
cock, to feel it inside my mouth for a minute."

I looked down at his pleading eyes. Then I looked at his full pink
lips. How could I say 'no' to him? Such a sexy young man.

I nodded. He turned around in a flash. I gasped as he wrapped his lips
around my cock and swallowed it. He then pulled off it and held it in place
while he ran his tongue all around the head. He lifted it up and massaged
the length of my cum tube with his tongue. When he reached the head again,
he gave it a nibble and a lick. He looked up at me and said, "It's the most
beautiful cock in the world." He swallowed it again.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure overwhelmed me. His words
and his actions were exciting me. I almost decided to give in and flood his
mouth with my ball cream. But, true to his promise, he stopped sucking when
a minute had passed. He lay back on his elbows again.

I sighed. "That felt great, Jer. Thanks."

I spat on my fingers, moistening the lube again. I pushed them back inside
his ass.

Jer took over the stroking of his cock, while I fondled his balls and
fingered his hole.

Several minutes passed and I began to feel anxious. We were taking too long
and risking another visit from my wife. I wondered if there was any way I
could push my son to an orgasm.

As if sensing my growing anxiety, Jeremy said, "I'm close, but I'm having a
hard time cumming. Could you..." He paused a moment, then continued. "Could
you rub your dick against my hole? If it feels like you're fucking me, I
know I'll cum."

I began to panic. I wanted nothing more than to place my cock against his
hole. But if I did that, would I be able to resist slipping it inside? I
shook away the concern and told myself, 'You can do it, Clint. You have
self-control.'

I placed my hands on the back of his legs and pressed them toward his
chest. His pelvis lifted slightly, giving me a perfect view of his horny
young hole. My heart began to beat faster as I guided my cock to his
ass. My whole body tingled with sexual excitement as my cockhead touched
his puckered opening. With all my willpower, I rubbed my cock over the
slick hole, touching it with every inch of my shaft.

Jer moaned, "Oh fuck! That's it." He began jacking his cock more
forcefully.

I performed three thrusts--three long agonizing thrusts--focusing on
rubbing against his hole and not entering it. As each inch of my shaft ran
across it, my own excitement increased. By the end of the third thrust, I
was breathing hard and my head was spinning.

Jer's body tensed as he said, "I'm close. So close."

I started my fourth thrust. As my cockhead touched his hole, I changed the
angle just slightly. Then, for the next several seconds, time slowed to a
crawl. The tip of my cock forced his ass lips to spread open. The head
entered his warm body. His ass lips tightened shut when my whole helmet was
inside. I felt the intense pleasure of his warm tight hole rubbing against
the sensitive underside of the top of my shaft.

With time still moving slowly, my mind was crying out for me to stop. I
needed to pull out before it as too late.

But my cock refused to listen. It continued to press forward, burying
itself deeper and deeper inside my son's glove-like interior.

Jer's eyes opened wide and his ass tightened on my cock like a vise. Cum
started flying out of my son's cock.

At the very same moment, with my cock buried balls-deep inside him, I felt
my own life-giving fluid travel up my cum tube and shoot into my son's
perfect ass. I experienced a moment of panic, but it was overshadowed by
pure bliss. The orgasm was so fucking intense. I was amazed how one thrust
inside my son was all it had taken to push me over the edge. I hadn't even
been touching my cock before sliding it into him. Perhaps it was similar to
Jeremy being able to cum without touching himself.

Jer and I emptied our balls together. I buried my load deep inside him; he
released his all over his smooth chest. We stared into one another's eyes
as we shared that experience of being completely in sync. Our bodies
shuddered then we both relaxed.

Time returned to normal speed and I began pulling my cock out of his
hole. I looked down at my shiny shaft and thought, 'Oh crap! What am I
going to do?' As my head popped out, a few drops of cum oozed out. I felt
dizzy with lust for my boy. I wanted to push my still-hard shaft back
inside him and to fuck him, really fuck him. My cock seemed to be
willing. I pressed the head against his skin, gathering up the leaking cum
and pushed it back inside him.

Jer said, "I'm so sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to make you do that."

I turned my gaze from his beautiful little hole to his handsome young
face. I could see the concern in his eyes. I shook my head and took a step
away from him. "It's not your fault, Jer. I'm just weak around you." I
grabbed his underwear and wiped the cum and lube from my stiff cock. As the
cloth rubbed against my skin, the shaft twitched. I was still very
aroused. I said, "But, look how hard I still am. If I hurry, I think I can
I can do this."

Jer turned around on the bed and reached for my cock.

I allowed him to stroke it a couple times and to wipe away a stray drop of
cum from the piss slit. I pulled him up and gave him a quick kiss. "I have
to run. I love you."

Jer smiled, though his eyes still betrayed his concern. "Dad... I'm really
sorry. I mean it."

I cupped his jaw with my hand. "It's going to be OK. I'm going to stay hard
as long as I remember this. What we just did is actually going to help."

He smiled, stood and followed me to the door. He asked, "Are you still
coming home for lunch tomorrow?"

I placed a hand on his bubble butt and said, "Absolutely." I rubbed his
sticky hole. "I'm hungry already."

We laughed and gave each other a good-night kiss. I then stepped into the
hall and shut his door.

When I entered the master bedroom, I saw my wife in the bed, watching TV. I
smiled at her and said, "I'll be right there. I just have to take a piss."
After emptying my bladder, I washed my hands, my cock and my mouth. My cock
stayed hard the entire time as I thought of my beautiful son, his amazing
ass, his captivating eyes.

I joined my wife and performed like a champ. I sincerely enjoyed the
intimacy with her. But, truth be told, it was thoughts of Jeremy that kept
me hard. And, despite having cum only a half hour before, it was the memory
of sliding my cock into my son's perfect bubble butt that pushed me over
the edge with her.

Beth smiled down at me as she sensed the unusual intensity of my
orgasm. She remarked, "You were real horny, weren't you?"

I laughed. "I wasn't the only one!"

We collapsed onto the bed, each of us deeply satisfied by the intense
love-making session. Beth rested her head on my chest and said, "Thank you
for being such a good father to Jeremy. I can see how much he looks up to
you. He's at that age when he needs a good male role model. I hope it's not
too much of a burden on you."

I said, "No burden at all, Honey. I know what it's like to be a teenage
boy. I'm happy help him. I love the little guy."

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about my conversation with Jeremy. I
had told him we were boyfriends. Boyfriends! I actually had a boyfriend.
Never in my life would I have imagined saying that. But there was no
denying it. Jeremy and I really were a couple. I was so fucking lucky.

End of Chapter 33.