Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2019 22:54:07 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 38

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 38

Right before exiting the room, Antonio removed his hands from my body and
pushed mine away from his ass. Then we exited the room as two masculine
daddies. No one would ever know that we had hugged, stroked and kissed each
other. Antonio had a reputation to maintain; I was happy to help him
maintain it.

Antonio led me to the bathroom and said, "I hope the guys left you some hot
water." He squeezed my shoulder then returned to the party.

I entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. As I washed the lube
and cum from my body, I began to get hard. Images of all the sexual
encounters I had just had flashed through my mind. The boys, the men, the
chests, the asses, the cocks, the balls, the cum. I grabbed my hardening
shaft and rubbed soap all over it. It felt like I was lubing it up, and for
a moment, I wondered whose ass I would fuck next. After a few strokes, I
chuckled and released my thick cock. There would be no more fucking that
night. Jeremy and I had to get home. I sighed and finished washing off. I
rinsed and stepped out of the shower.

As I dried my body, I watched myself in the mirror. I shook my head in
disbelief. Jer and I actually had attended an orgy. A month prior, we had
been your standard step-father and step-son, living in a standard house, in
a standard neighborhood. There had been nothing unusual about our
life. Then my son sucked me off after being apprehended by the police. And
now, 30 days later, we were at a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere,
having sex with about a dozen other daddy/boy couples. It was amazing how
our lives had changed in such a short amount of time.

Those thoughts made me remember how paranoid Jer and I had been on our
drive to the party. We had sent several pictures to Ryan and Nick of
landmarks along the way. If we had disappeared, we hoped those pictures
would give them clues for where to find us. Now that we had experienced the
orgy and were ready to go back home, our earlier fears seemed silly. The
only danger we ever had been in was coming home with aching balls from too
much sex.

I retrieved my phone from my pants. Both Nick and Ryan had sent a few
texts, checking up on us. I replied to both men, saying that we had had a
great time, and that we would give them all the details when we got
together with them on Sunday morning. My balls tingled as I thought of Jer
and me having sex while Nick filmed us. Just like this orgy, the filming
session on Sunday would be a big step for my boy and me. I was both anxious
and excited about it.

I dressed and stepped out of the bathroom. Moans and grunts coming from the
living room told me that the party was still going strong. I turned the
corner and saw that the shack was still full of naked men and boys. I
wondered how long these parties lasted. I made a mental note to find a
better excuse the next time we came to one of them. I wanted us to be free
to stay as long as the party lasted.

Jeremy was dressed and standing at Antonio's side. Well, more accurately,
he was bent over and sucking Antonio's dick which was jutting through the
fly of the man's shorts. Billy was standing with them. He had his arm
around Antonio's waist as the man fingered his young hole. I wondered if
Antonio was going to fuck Billy after we left. I felt my cock chub as I
imagined us sharing the sexy young swimmer's ass.

I approached them and placed one hand on Billy's shoulder and the other on
Jeremy's head. I said to my son, "Baby, it's time to go." Part of me wanted
to chide him for starting another sexual encounter when we were supposed to
be leaving. But I knew I was as guilty as he. Had Giorgio not interrupted
us in the bedroom, I might have been the one sucking Antonio's dick at that
moment.

Neither of us wanted to leave, not with so many men and boys still having
sex around us.

Jer lifted his head, releasing Antonio's thick dick. He wiped the saliva
from his lips and said, "Aww man! Can't we stay a little longer?"

I could see that he was joking, though he was also a little hopeful that I
would say 'yes.'

Billy grabbed my hand and brought it down to his ass. He said, "Yeah. Stay
a little longer."

I squeezed Billy's firm butt cheek. Antonio's hand was right next to
mine. We locked fingers and looked at one another.

The host of the party grinned and said, "I warned you about this boy. He'll
keep you here all night, if you aren't careful." He squeezed my fingers,
then pulled his hand away.

I gave Billy's ass one final squeeze and said, "Next time. But I have to
get Jeremy home before his parents start wondering where he is."

Antonio grinned and said, "Let me walk you guys out." He pushed his thick
daddy dick back into his shorts as he headed toward the door.

I gave a final smile to Billy as we followed Antonio to the front
entrance. The Italian construction boss opened the door and ushered us
out. He placed a hand on my and Jer's shoulders and said, "I'll speak with
you guys soon. Get home safely."

As we walked across the porch, Jer smiled at the bouncer who had fucked
Devin earlier in the night.

The man grinned and flashed his eyes at my horny son. He had fucked Devin
because he had liked the way the boy looked in a cheerleading uniform. I
wondered if Jer would be willing to put one on to get that man to fuck
him. We'd have to see at the next party.

Dave and Noah were waiting for us by the cars. As we approached them, Dave
said, "That was pretty amazing."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, it sure was."

Dave shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about the gathering. I'm
talking about you fucking Giorgio. That boy has never gotten fucked by
anyone but Antonio at these parties. And I've been to all of them." He
paused to allow that statement to sink in. Then he asked, "How did you do
it?"

I shrugged and said. "I have no clue. Maybe Giorgio came here tonight
knowing that he was finally going to get fucked by someone else. And I was
just at the right place at the right time."

Dave shook his head and said, "Maybe. But Antonio actually let you fuck
him. It just doesn't make sense." He thought for a few moments, then asked,
"So how was it? Was he a good fuck?"

I chuckled. I really liked Dave and the way he thought. I said, "Yeah, nice
and tight. Maybe you'll find out next time."

Dave's eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh fuck. I've wanted that boy's ass for
years!" He took a step toward his car, then said, "I'll speak with Antonio
tomorrow. Hopefully, he'll let me invite you guys to the next one of
these."

I decided not to tell Dave that Jer and I were on the permanent guest
list. I also chose not to tell him that we would be getting together with
Antonio and Giorgio before the next party. Telling him either of those
details might have revealed too much about how we had bonded with the hosts
of the party that night.

I reached into my pocket to grab my keys and found the bowtie that Antonio
had given to me earlier in the night. I held it in my hand as I unlocked
the door. When Jer and I were seated, I held up the bowtie and said,
"Antonio gave this to me during the party. I didn't want to give it to you
then. But you can have it for the next party."

Jer took the bowtie and studied it while I started the car and pulled out
of the driveway.

I didn't realize how quiet he was until we got onto the road leading back
to the highway. I looked at him and saw that he was deep in thought as he
rolled the bowtie around in his palm. I placed a hand on his leg and said,
"You OK, Jer?"

My son looked at me with his beautiful gray eyes. There was a hint of
sadness in them.

I squeezed his leg and asked, "Baby, what's wrong? Tell me."

Jer looked down at the bowtie for a few moments, then he held it out for me
to take.

Confused, I retrieved the bowtie and put it next to my leg on the seat. I
said, "I'm sorry, Jer. I thought you would want to wear it next time. That
way you wouldn't have to wait for me to give other guys permission to play
with you."

Jer placed his hand on mine and squeezed it. He continued to remain silent.

I waited for about a minute before asking, "Did I do something to upset
you, Baby?" I turned my hand over and grasped his. I continued, "Tell me,
Jer. What's upsetting you?"

Jer finally spoke. "I don't want to wear that. I don't want to be a bowtie
boy. I don't want to lose..." He stopped and shook his head. He looked
down at our grasping hands.

Several thoughts rushed through my head at once. What was going on in his
head? What did he not want to lose? I realized he was looking at our hands
and I wondered if he was worried about losing me at one of those
parties. Was he jealous of the time I had spent with the other boys? Was he
afraid he would lose me to one of them?

I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it. I said, "Baby, Baby, please
don't think that way. You're not going to lose me. If seeing me having sex
with other boys has made you jealous, I am so sorry. I will never fool
around with another one again. I love you, Jer. I never want to make you
feel bad like this."

Jer shook his head. "No, Dad. I'm not jealous. I watched you with them and
I was excited to see you having fun." He paused, then added, "It's just...
I wanted to share the experience with you. But we were apart so much
tonight." He glanced down at the bowtie and said, "The boys with
bowties... they didn't spend any time with the men who brought them to the
party. The bowties seem to be a way for them to be disconnected from each
other."

I kissed his hand, wishing I could pull off the road and hold him.

Jer finished, "I don't want to lose our connection, Dad. I don't want to
spend the next party apart. I want to be next to each other, experiencing
it all together."

I was close to tears. I had no idea that my son had been wishing for me to
be by his side. He had seemed to be enjoying the attention from all the
other men. I said, "I'm sorry, Baby. I kept an eye on you almost the entire
evening. Every time I looked at you, you seemed to be safe and having a
great time."

The sadness seemed to fade from his eyes as he asked, "You kept an eye on
me? Every time I looked at you, you seemed to be focused on the boy you
were with. I never noticed you looking at me."

I kissed his hand again and said, "We must have been looking at each other
at the wrong times. Even if we weren't right next to each other, I felt
connected to you the entire evening. But I promise you that I will not walk
away from you next time."

Jer smiled and lifted our hands so he could caress my cheek. He said, "So,
you got to fuck Noah. Was it fun?"

For the rest of the journey home, we reminisced about everything we had
experienced. Each of us recounted our sexual encounters with excitement and
wonder. We were having so much fun that the 40-minute drive was over before
we knew it. We pulled into the parking lot of the truck stop and parked
beside Noah and Dave. We got out of the car and began to say our good-byes.

Dave said, "Why don't you guys come in for a bite to eat? It's on me."

I shook my head and said, "Thanks, but no. I need to take Jeremy home
before his parents start to worry. And I need to get home to my family." It
felt weird to continue to lie about our true relationship. Maybe someday we
would tell Noah and Dave that we were father and son. But for now, we
needed to be careful. It was dangerous information to share.

Noah looked up at me and smiled before looking back down at his feet.

I reached into the car and retrieved the bowtie. I offered it to
Noah. "Here, take this. In case you lose your other one."

As Noah took the bowtie, Dave gave me a concerned look. He asked, "Does
this mean you guys don't want to go to future gatherings?"

I scoffed and said, "Of course we want to go. We had a great time tonight."
I placed a hand on Jeremy's shoulder and added, "I'm just not ready to give
my boy a bowtie."

Jer smiled at me, and his wolf-like eyes sparkled.

Dave shrugged and said, "It's your call, buddy." He cleared his throat and
said, "Well, I have to get to work. I'll speak with you guys soon."

Dave and Noah shook our hands, then headed toward the diner. I watched
their asses as they walked away. I chubbed as I remembered how good it had
felt to fuck Noah's muscular, brown ass. I looked forward to fucking it
again. I also wondered when Dave and I were going to have a chance to enjoy
each other. I imagined how much fun it would be to fuck that man's little,
white ass.

Jer leaned against me and said, "I'll bet Noah's going to hang out in the
men's room." He grasped my hand, linking his fingers with mine, and added,
"I wish we could go in there with him."

My heart quickened as I squeezed my lover's hand. I too wished we could
join Noah. It was difficult to be so close to the sexually-charged men's
room without going in. It felt like we were missing out on something. Horny
men might have been inside, looking to get off. How could we just walk
away? I looked down at my boy and saw the wishful look in his eyes. I
thought I understood why he was so addicted to men's room sex.

I said to him, "I know how you feel, Jer. I want to go in there, too." I
turned toward the car door. "But we've had our share of sex tonight. We
need to get back home to your Mom."

As soon as we exited the parking lot, Jeremy placed his hand on my leg and
squeezed it. "Thank you for giving the bowtie away."

I smiled and said, "I did it for both of us. I want to be near you as much
as you want to be near me." I placed my hand on his and squeezed it. "No
matter where we are--no matter who we are with--it's always about you and
me, Jer. Always."

Beth's car was in the driveway when we got home. As soon as we saw it, we
both squeezed each other's hand, then let go. Despite Jeremy's
expertly-crafted alibi, I was worried that my wife might see something
about us that would reveal that we hadn't really been at the movie
theater. I combed my fingers through my hair, confirming that I had washed
away all of Billy's cum. Then Jeremy and I walked inside.

Beth called out, "How was the movie?"

Jeremy said, "It was great, Mom. You should have seen..."

As mother and son settled into their normal routine, I breathed a sigh of
relief. Jeremy and I had attended an orgy and the woman in our lives was
completely unaware. Now that I knew we could get away with it, I began
getting even more excited about the next one.

That night and the following day, we went about our lives as a
perfectly-normal suburban family. Jer spent a few hours on Saturday at
Hector's house. But aside from that, we all were together. We did chores
around the house, shopped for groceries and watched TV together. Jer and I
flirted whenever we could, but we never got a chance for a quick make-out
or fuck session. Beth was always nearby, and she never stopped to take a
nap.

When I lay down to sleep on Saturday night, I couldn't contain my
excitement and anxiety about the plans for the following morning. Jeremy
and I would have a little alone time before going to Ryan's house for the
video session. I was nervous about having video evidence of my sexual
relationship with my teenage son. But Nick had assured us that his filming
technique would be safe. No one would recognize us.

Beth woke me up at the crack of dawn. She was going to the church's early
service so she could attend Sunday school for adults afterward. She would
spend nearly three and a half hours at the church. On the one hand, I
wondered why she was rushing so quickly into the church thing. She had
never expressed an interest in religion before meeting Minister Bryce. Now
she was dedicating several hours a week participating in events at the
man's church.

On the other hand, I considered Beth's newfound interest in religion a
godsend--literally. Every moment that Beth spent at the church was a moment
that Jer and I could be alone together. I ignored the little voice in the
back of my head that was warning me that Beth's interest in religion could
have a negative effect on our relationship. All that mattered to me was
that I could spend time with our amazing son.

I poured cups of coffee for the two of us, and we sat at the dining room
table. Beth looked beautiful in her sundress. It fit nicely on her. It had
a conservative cut, but somehow still displayed her sexy curves and her
enticing cleavage. To top it off, she was in a great mood. Her eyes
sparkled, and she was very animated. If her arm hadn't been in a cast, I
suspected she might have been dancing. Her good mood was contagious, and I
found myself smiling with her.

I heard Jeremy's footsteps above us. Our son had just woken up. Although I
kept smiling and talking with my wife, my attention became focused solely
on Jeremy. I imagined him rolling out of bed with a morning woody, his hand
grabbing the long pearly-white shaft and stroking it. I heard him open his
door and walk across the hall to the bathroom. My cock hardened as I
imagined him taking his sleeping clothes off and tossing them to the
floor. The mirror that reflected his naked image had no idea how lucky it
was to see him like that.

I yearned to run upstairs to be with my son. I needed to catch him before
he finished his shower. A week prior, we had showered together before the
rally for Minister Bryce. We had been in such a rush that we only had time
to wash ourselves. I promised Jer that we would fuck in his shower this
weekend. I was determined to keep that promise.

Beth asked me to help her put on her necklace. I stood and stepped toward
her.

She looked at my crotch and said, "It looks like someone is horny this
morning."

I glanced down at the tent in my boxers. I gave it a squeeze and said, "I
get like this every time I see you looking as beautiful as you do this
morning." I placed my hand on her arm and caressed her soft skin.

She cooed and leaned against me. She then handed me the necklace and said,
"Oh gosh. Karen's gonna be here any minute." She sat straight up, breaking
our physical contact, and pulled her hair up. "Hurry, Honey."

I looked at my wife's bare neck and felt an urge to caress it, to kiss it,
to nibble it gently. I imagined standing her up, lifting her dress, pulling
down her panties, and fucking her right there on the dining room table. My
cock stiffened even more as I imagined how good it would feel to be inside
her.

But then I realized that she would rebuff me, telling me that I always
picked the absolute wrong times to be horny. She'd push me away, saying
that I would mess up her outfit.

I heard Jeremy turning on the shower upstairs. I grinned. I knew that if he
were the one sitting at the dining room table, he would not rebuff me. If I
pulled down his pants so I could bury my cock inside his tiny, pink hole,
he'd bend over happily. He'd let me fuck my load deep inside his ass. Then,
without complaint, he'd pull up his pants and would be ready to go. Jeremy
was like me. He enjoyed sex at the drop of a hat. And, no matter how
fastidiously neat he was, he would allow his clothes to get wrinkled if it
meant having a hot, spontaneous fuck session. Oh god! I needed Beth to
leave so I could make love to her son in the shower.

As if answering my plea, Karen pulled into our driveway and honked.

Beth jumped out of her chair and said, "I gotta go. I'll put this on in the
car." She took the necklace back, gave me a kiss, picked up her Bible and
her purse, and ran out the door. I followed behind her and waved at
Karen. My cock was tenting my shorts, but I didn't care. Let Karen think I
was horny for my wife, while the true object of my lust was soaping his
body upstairs.

Karen lowered her window and said, "Hey Clint! We'll let you know where
we're meeting for lunch."

I gave her a thumbs up. I really didn't want to go to lunch with her and
their new church friends. I would have rather been free to spend the entire
day naked with my young lover. The only silver lining was that Karen's
husband Mark was going to be there. He was a very handsome man. I looked
forward to looking at him while we ate.

As soon as Karen's car backed out of our driveway, I ran upstairs, ripping
my clothes off the entire way. By the time I reached the second floor, I
was completely naked and sporting a full hardon. I quietly stepped into
Jeremy's bathroom and pulled aside the shower curtain.

There he was. My sexy, blond son. He was standing with his back to me,
rinsing shampoo out of his hair.

I didn't step in right away. Instead, I stood there and enjoyed the
sight of his beautiful young body. He had been working out regularly with
my brother for the last month and it showed. As he scrubbed the shampoo out
of his hair, the water running down his skin traced the contours of his
growing muscles.

I remembered how we had entered the shower together the week before after a
satisfying love-making session on the couch and on the dining room
table. Jeremy had shared with me his fantasy of me fucking him at the table
in front of his mother. Then, I had imagined the fantasy of being a dad who
walked into his son's shower while his son was washing. I realized in that
moment that I was living the fantasy. My son was showering, and I was about
to join him. There was no reason to roleplay this scenario. We were about
to experience it for real.

I watched the shampoo suds travel down his broadening back until they
reached his thin waist and rode over and down his butt cheeks. Those
beautiful, white, round globes were framed by the tan on his torso and his
legs. I stroked my cock as I stared at my boy's ass. I remembered how I had
been afraid of my attraction to it only a few weeks prior. How frightened I
had been of what it meant that seeing and touching his young bubble butt
turned me on. And then I remembered how amazing it had felt the first time
I slid my cock between those round cheeks and into his tiny pink hole. I no
longer feared what it meant to desire my son's ass. I celebrated the fact
that it was mine for the taking any time I wanted it.

As I was admiring my son's body, goose bumps began to appear on his smooth
skin. He turned around and saw me. For a moment, he seemed surprised, but
then he said, "Close the curtain, Dad. It's cold!"

I stepped into the shower and did as my son asked.

As soon as the curtain was closed, Jer smiled and said, "You remembered!"

I laughed and said, "Of course I remembered. I've been looking forward to
this all week!"

Jer pulled me into a hug, making sure I got thoroughly wet as he pressed
his body against mine. He said, "Oh god, Dad. You feel so good. I can't get
enough of you."

I slowly ran my hands down his wet torso, enjoying the feeling of his
smooth skin and his tight, young body. "You feel good too, Baby. I love
every inch of you." I tilted his head up and planted my lips on his. The
shower water fell onto our faces as we kissed and explored one another's
body.

I moved one hand to my son's aroused cock and began stroking it. It was
hard and ready for action. With my other hand, I cupped his left butt cheek
and slid my index finger into his crack. I tapped his tiny hole with the
tip of my finger.

Jer moaned softly as he said, "Oh, Dad. Yes." He pressed his hole against
my finger as he shoved his tongue deeper into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and said, "I'm gonna fuck you, Baby. But I can't cum. I
need to be able to get hard at Ryan's house." I pushed the tip of my finger
into his young hole. "But you can cum, if you want. I know you'll be able
to get hard again, even if you cum right now." I pushed my finger further
inside him. "When you're ready to shoot, please warn me. I want it in my
mouth and all over my face."

Jer nodded and said, "I am so horny for you, Dad. I'm probably going to cum
as soon as your dick is inside me."

I pushed a second finger into his hole and said, "Try to hold back, Baby. I
don't want to watch your load go down the drain. It would be such a waste."

We kissed again as I stretched his boy hole open a little more. Then my son
turned around and pressed his body against mine. I wrapped my arms around
his waist and grabbed his teenage cock with one hand while I played with
his nipples with the other. He grabbed my daddy dick and lined the head up
with his hungry ass lips. He arched his head back and kissed me while he
sat back on my cock.

My legs began to shake from the pleasure of feeling Jer's ass swallow my
thick meat. He sat back as slowly as possible, allowing both of us to enjoy
every single sensation. As each inch of my shaft entered his tight hole, it
felt like it was being swallowed up by a soft, warm glove. I shuddered and
gasped as more and more of my cock entered him.

Jer appeared to be enjoying it as much as I. As his ass swallowed inch
after inch of my cock, I felt him shudder and I heard him mumble, "Oh
god... oh yes... oh Dad..."

When I was balls-deep inside him, he bent over and placed his hands on the
wall. With the water flowing onto his head and down his back, he began
fucking himself on my rigid pole. I held onto his hips to steady myself as
my son used my daddy meat for his own pleasure.

Eventually, he said to me, "Fuck me, Daddy. I'm so close."

I took over the fucking and showed his hole no mercy. I held onto his hips
as I thrust my cock in and out of his amazing ass.

You know when a hole feels so good that you lose all control and you fuck
it like an animal? Yeah? Well, that was what was happening to me. I
couldn't control myself. Every inch of my cock was being stimulated by his
tight, silky, glove-like ass. I needed to thrust it into him to feel that
stimulation over and over again. Even though a little voice in the back of
my head was saying, 'Don't cum, Clint! You need to save it for later,' I
completely ignored it. Jer's ass felt too good. I didn't want to hold back
with him. I wanted to enjoy his body to the fullest, and that meant to
drill his hole until I released my life-giving fluid deep inside of him.

Between grunts and moans, my son said, "Oh god, Dad! Fuck me harder! Fuck
me harder!"

I did so. And before I knew it, I was crying out in exaltation as I emptied
my balls inside him. My excited cock pulsed over and over as my whole body
buzzed with sexual excitement. My torso jerked, my knees wobbled, and I
held on tight to my son's waist.

As my orgasm subsided, I pulled Jer back into a standing position. He
leaned back against me and we kissed again. I swooned as I felt completely
connected to the love of my life.

After a few moments, Jer broke the kiss and said, "I'm sorry for not
stopping you before you came. I just couldn't do it. It felt so good and I
wanted you to cum inside me."

I kissed him again as I grabbed his throbbing cock. I said, "It's OK, my
love. I wouldn't have stopped, even if you had asked me to." I stroked his
rigid one-eyed monster and asked, "Did you cum, too?"

He said, "I almost did, but I held it in... for you."

I kissed him and said, "You're the best." I lowered myself into a crouch. I
spread his butt cheeks and saw his beautiful, pink ass lips. I dove in and
licked the hole I had just fucked. When I tasted a little bit of my cum, I
growled loudly.

As if understanding what was driving me wild, Jer began winking his hole at
me, pushing my cum out.

As drops of my white ball juice began appearing, I dove back in and licked
it up. Soon, a stream of my cum began leaking out of his ass. I held out my
tongue and allowed the warm liquid to slide into my mouth, like a child
drinking ice cream as it dribbles down a cone.

My cum tasted good, but it was Jeremy's that I really wanted. I gave his
hole one last lick and turned him around so his swollen, adolescent cock
was in front of me. I held it up and admired it. I licked his pink head and
said, "Your cock is beautiful, Jeremy." I took his balls into my other hand
and said, "And these balls, they're heavy. You must have a big load for
me."

Jer placed his hands on either side of my head and gently pressed his
cockhead against my lips. He said, "Please suck me, just for a minute."

I realized at that point that my son thought I was just going to jack him
off. I grinned and said, "Baby, I plan to suck this beautiful piece of meat
until you start filling my mouth with cum."

And I did just that. I wrapped my lips around his pink head and began to
swallow his long, curved, pearly-white shaft. I was hungry for my son's
dick and I was going to take more of it than I had ever taken before. As it
slid deeper into my mouth, I ran my tongue underneath it. And then, when it
was as deep in my mouth as I could handle, I pushed a finger into my son's
cum-filled ass.

Jer's cock began to pulse and my mouth began to fill with his
almond-flavored jizz. I knew he would cum a lot, so I allowed my mouth to
fill up, then I pulled his cock out and allowed the rest of his teenage
spunk to cover my face. Rope after rope of cum landed on my forehead, my
nose, my cheeks, and my chin. One strand landed on my eyelid, forcing me to
close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of his cum landing on my
skin. When he was done, I swallowed the ball cream that was in my mouth and
I wiped the cum away from my eyes so I could look at him.

My drop-dead gorgeous son was standing over me, with his powerful teenage
dick still hard and throbbing over my face. His low-hanging balls were an
inch from my mouth, so I stuck out my tongue and began licking them as I
stared into his incredible, gray eyes.

Jer smiled down at me and said, "You look so hot, Dad. Your face is covered
in cum!"

I laughed and said, "Fuck yeah! Mission accomplished!"

I stood back up and pulled him into a hug. We kissed, allowing his nut
butter to smear all over our faces. This kiss was special. It was the kind
of kiss that was pure. Not a sexually-charged kiss. But a kiss between two
people who loved each other and wanted to express that love by joining
their bodies. The kind of kiss that almost brings you to tears from
overwhelming happiness.

We held each other for several minutes. I didn't want to let go of my
beautiful son. I had very few opportunities to hold him, to enjoy the
feeling of his warm body pressed against mine, to run my fingers over his
supple skin, to feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed. When I did
have the chance to hold him like that, I wanted it to last forever.

Jer hugged me tight and said, "I'm going to miss you so much, Dad. I wish
you could come with me and Mom." He was talking about his college tour. He
and Beth were leaving in 12 days and they would be gone for 10 days.

I hugged him back and said, "I know, Baby. I'm gonna miss you, too. But you
need to do this. You need to start planning for college." I nibbled his
ear, drawing a giggle from him. Then I added, "That's one reason why Nick
is going to film us today. So we have something to watch while we're
apart."

Jer put on a pout and said, "I'm going to be in hotel rooms with Mom the
entire time we're gone. But you'll be sleeping with Uncle Ryan. You won't
be missing me at all."

I smiled and said, "If you think my brother can replace you, you're crazy!
I mean... I'm not gonna lie... I'm gonna fuck the hell out of
him. But..."

Jer punched me in the shoulder and laughed.

I laughed back and said, "As I was saying, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of
him. But we both will be wishing you were here with us."

Jer smiled and gently kissed my cum-covered lips. He said, "Maybe I'll find
some action in the men's rooms on campus."

My jaw dropped. "Jer! You can't do that with your mother around. You gotta
be careful. Plus, just because Lanken Park and the truck stop are safe,
that doesn't mean the men's rooms at the schools are safe."

Jer bit my lower lip and said, "Awww, Dad. You care about my safety. It's
so cute."

I was struggling with being a good, protective father while being a horny
lover who was excited about the idea of my son finding some hot action on
college campuses. In my sternest fatherly voice, I said, "You need to be
careful, Son."

He said, "I will, Dad. I always am." A devilish grin appeared on his face
as he said, "I promise to take pictures and send them to you and Uncle
Ryan."

I laughed and said, "You are incorrigible!" I slapped his bubble butt and
said, "We'll talk about this later."

I grabbed the soap and began to wash my son. I started with his face,
washing away the cum that had transferred from mine to his. Then I moved
down to his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, his cock, his
balls, his legs and his feet. I turned him around and repeated the same
cleansing to his back side. I covered his back and legs with soap. Then I
spread the cleansing bubbles all over his ass--that perfect bubble butt.

My cock was hardening again, relieving my worry of not being able to get it
hard for our film session. And as I pushed a finger into my son's hole to
wash it, I was tempted to fuck him again. But that would have been pushing
my luck. If I came again, I definitely would not be able to get it up at
Ryan's house. I pulled my finger out and said, "Time to rinse."

Jeremy rinsed all the suds off himself, then he began to wash me like I had
washed him. He started with shampoo, rubbing the cleansing liquid through
my hair and all over my scalp. Then he took the bar of soap and cleaned his
cum from my face. He moved down to my chest and stopped to give my nipples
a quick lick as he moved down to my stomach, then to my cock and balls. The
hardness of my cock was not lost on him. He spread the soap over it and
stared into my eyes as he stroked it.

I grinned down at him.

With a playful wink, he released my daddy dick and turned me around. He
washed my backside, leaving my ass for last. Then he got to his knees,
spread my cheeks and pushed his tongue into my hole.

My cock jerked as waves of pleasure washed over my body. His tongue felt so
good in my ass. It was making me want to cancel our plans with Ryan and
Nick so we could spend the rest of the morning making love all alone.

But Jer eventually stopped rimming me. He stood back up and rinsed the
shampoo and soap from my body. He turned off the water, opened the curtain,
and reached for a towel.

We were in his bathroom, so there was only one towel. I took it from him
and began to dry every inch of his skin. I paid extra attention to his cock
and balls, enjoying their heaviness. Before long, we were both hard again.

Jer said, "I wish we could do this every morning. Wake up next to one
another, shower together, start our day together." He was holding both our
cocks in one hand and gently stroking them.

I breathed deeply as I ran my fingers through his wet, blond hair. I said,
"Me too, Baby. We need to treasure opportunities like this." I kissed his
forehead and said, "Why don't we just stay here and enjoy the morning all
alone?" Now that the time had come, I was beginning to get cold feet. I
wasn't sure it was a good idea to let Nick film us.

Jer gave me a surprised look. "And bail on Nick and Uncle Ryan?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yeah. They're probably fucking right now
anyway. They wouldn't miss us." I paused before adding, "Plus, is it really
a good idea to film us together like this?" For emphasis, I pointed at his
hand holding our hard cocks.

Jer grinned for a few moments, then frowned. "But, Dad. It was your idea. I
thought you wanted a video of us." He ran his thumb over my cockhead as he
licked his lips. "I know I want one."

To distract myself, I began wiping my body dry. I was torn. Should I be a
good father and refuse to allow my son to be filmed having sex? Or should I
satisfy my own desires? I wanted to have a video of us so I could watch it
whenever Jer wasn't around. I sighed softly. I had taken my son to an orgy
two nights before. I was no longer the model father. But could I really do
this? Could I really let Nick film me and Jer having sex? He promised it
would be safe, but how could he be sure? What if we did this and the video
leaked out?

As I struggled with the decision, I stepped out of the shower and said,
"I'm gonna shave real quick. Then we'll decide if we're going to go or
not." I gave my boy a kiss before I headed to my and Beth's bathroom.

When I was half-way through my shave, Jer came into the bathroom and said,
"Check this out." He offered me his phone.

I put down my razor, wiped my hands dry, and took the phone. A video was
paused on the screen. I pressed the Play button.

Jer wrapped his arm around my waist, pressed his naked body against mine,
and watched the video begin to play.

The image on the screen was of a huge uncut dick. The man holding the
camera was stroking the foreskin back and forth. A lightly-bearded man
moved underneath him, spread open his lips, and sucked the cock into his
mouth. He appeared to be a very handsome man, but his eyes were completely
blurred out. His crew-cut hair was brown, and his beard and moustache had a
few gray hairs in them. The video made my balls tingle and my cock chub. It
was hot.

Assuming my son had found the video on a porn site, I said, "That's
hot. Where did you find it?"

Jer squeezed my waist and said, "Dad! You know who that is!"

I looked at the video again and said, "Oh yeah, that's Nick's dick. I
should have recognized it."

Jer laughed and said, "And what about the guy sucking his dick?"

I shrugged as I watched the video again. Then suddenly it hit me. Was that
Ryan? I looked into my young lover's eyes and saw the sparkle in them. "Is
that...?"

Jer nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! It's Uncle Ryan!"

I watched the video again, this time noticing how perfectly the blurring of
his eyes followed every movement of his head. Even when he turned to cough,
his eyes remained perfectly blurred. I felt a rush of excitement as I
realized that it was true. Nick really did have a way of filming the videos
safely.

I hugged my son and said, "Are you ready to make some porn?"

End of Chapter 38.