Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2016 09:53:23 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 7

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 7

The following day was Monday. Back to work. No matter how much I tried to
concentrate, I kept getting distracted. My mind kept replaying everything
that had happened over the weekend. My drunken visit to Jeremy's room;
almost getting caught in the garage; catching Jeremy in the men's room at
the beach; our post-beach encounter in the study while his mother napped
upstairs; then our 3:00 a.m. encounter that morning. The week before, my
life was completely normal. I had never even thought of Jeremy, let alone
any guy, in a sexual way. Now my step-son and I were having sexual
encounters nearly every chance we got.

As noon approached, I waited anxiously for an SOS text from Jeremy. None
came. I wondered if he had gone to the park men's room and I began
imagining what he was doing there. Now that I had seen him in action at the
beach, I was a bit more aware of how things went down in those
situations. I wondered if he was at that very moment on his knees next to
the urinals, sucking off a stranger. My cock began to harden as the image
of my son sucking the father in the beach men's room kept replaying in my
mind.

At 2:00 p.m., I finally gave up waiting for Jeremy to text me. I decided to
head out for a late lunch and to go over to Lanken Park. My curiosity about
the park men's room was piqued. I wanted to see first-hand the environment
that held such a strong hold on my boy. I wanted to understand what the
allure was and why Jeremy couldn't break away from it. I also wanted to
catch him in the act, if he was there.

I parked near the men's room and got out of my car. There were dozens of
vehicles parked in the area. It was a beautiful summer day, so most of the
car owners were probably in the park enjoying the fresh air and the
sun. But something told me that at least a few of them were inside the
men's room. I walked around the building, looking for Jeremy's bike. It
wasn't anywhere in sight, so I felt fairly confident that he wasn't there.

I stepped through the outer door of the men's room. The hinges made a loud
squeaking sound as it opened and closed. There was a short hallway, then
there was another door on the right. When I stepped inside, the first thing
I saw was a chest-high tile partition coming out of the wall on the
left. It blocked one's view of the urinals that lined that wall. On the
right wall was the row of four stalls. At the far wall were the sinks, with
large mirrors above them. I smirked. Whoever had put in the tile partition
to block the view of the urinals didn't seem to realize you could see them
perfectly in the mirrors.

There were two men standing at the urinals. Three of the four stalls were
occupied. There was another man at the sink washing his hands. As I stepped
further into the room, one of the men at the urinals looked my way and
nodded. I nodded back.

Under normal circumstances, I only would have thought that the bathroom was
exceptionally busy. But now that I knew what men did in places like this,
and in this men's room specifically, I picked up on the clues that I
previously would have missed. Why were the two men at the urinals standing
right next to each other? They could have left an empty urinal or two
between them. Why was the man standing at the sink not washing his hands? I
suddenly felt ambushed, surrounded by men seeking sex. I made a split
second decision to step into the empty stall. I didn't have to use the
bathroom, but I didn't know what else to do. I had made no plan past
stepping inside. And I hadn't expected the room to be so full.

I shut the stall door and sat down. I took in my surroundings. The bathroom
as a whole was dark, dingy and smelled musty. It was cleaner and better
maintained than the men's room at the beach. But it had the same feeling of
an old bathroom made for pure function with no effort to make it
pleasant. I couldn't imagine spending more time than was necessary in the
place. I tried to imagine Jeremy spending hours at a time here. The
anticipation of sexual encounters must have had a strong hold on my
step-son, who was in all other aspects of his life fastidiously neat and
clean.

I looked around the stall and was surprised by all the graffiti and stains
on the walls. The graffiti was almost all pornographic. Drawings of sexual
acts, both hetero and homo. Offers of blow jobs during certain
hours. Offers of a good time if you called a certain cell number. And the
stains all appeared to be dried up bodily fluids. I assumed they were cum,
based on their waist high positions on the walls. I wondered if Jeremy was
the author of any of the graffiti and if any of the dried up fluids were
his.

The hole in the partition on the right was the most interesting thing of
all. The majority of the fluid stains were concentrated in it and around
it. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why, though I had to
admit that Jeremy's description of what went on in this place did help me
understand what I was seeing.

I wondered if it was the only hole in the place, or if other stalls had
them. There wasn't one to my left, so whoever sat in the left-most stall
didn't have the benefit of a glory hole. I bent over to look through the
hole on my right to see if there was another one in the partition on the
other side. As soon as I bent toward it, I saw movement in the stall. I
guessed that the guy on the other side had been looking through the hole
into my stall.

There was indeed a hole in the partition on the other side. Through it, I
could see the mouth of the guy in the furthest stall. He held it up to the
hole and was licking his lips. A moment later, the guy in the stall next to
me stood and turned toward the hole with the mouth. I only caught a glimpse
of his hard cock before he turned his back to me. He wore a dark business
suit, with the jacket still on.

I then sat back, feeling awkward about watching another guy having sex. I
also wondered what I was actually doing there. The time for my lunch hour
was ticking by and I had really only come to check out the place and to
possibly find Jeremy. I had already determined that Jeremy wasn't there. I
had seen the entire place, including the glory holes. And, I had just
witnessed a man feeding his cock to another. I had pretty much seen all
that I had come to see.

It was time for me to leave. But I didn't. I was curious about what was
happening in the next stall. I looked through the hole again and saw the
final moments of the blow job. The man in the business suit was pumping
hard, then he stood perfectly still. A few moments later, he made a quarter
turn and I saw his cock again as he retrieved some toilet paper and wiped
it dry. He shoved it back into his suit pants and left the men's room.

The cocksucker in the far stall opened his door, walked into the stall that
was now unoccupied and sat on the toilet seat without lowering his
shorts. I hadn't seen his face. But I did see his light-blue t-shirt and
his khaki cargo shorts. They both were fitting snugly on his muscular body.

OK, it really was time to go. As I stood, I saw two fingers pushing through
the hole into my stall. I looked at them, not sure how to react. The guy
then put his mouth to the hole and whispered, "Let me suck you."

I was surprised by the offer. At no point had I done anything to indicate
interest in participating. Though I did understand that by never pulling
down my pants, I had made it obvious I wasn't there to use the
bathroom. And, I had looked through the hole a few moments before. I could
see how both of those actions could have been indications that I was there
for sex.

But it still surprised me. And even more surprising was that I didn't say
`no' outright. I stood frozen in place. I watched the hole. The man licked
his lips a few times. Then he lowered his eye and looked through. I quickly
moved so he couldn't see my face. I had no idea who he was; I definitely
didn't want him to see who I was.

He then moved his mouth back to the hole and whispered, "Let me just see it
then."

My heart was racing. I hadn't come to engage in sex or to show off my
cock. In fact, the mere idea of doing either scared the shit out of me,
most especially considering Jeremy's arrest in this very place a few days
prior. There was no way I was going to be stupid enough to make the same
mistake. I decided that was my final cue to leave.

I opened the door and hustled toward the exit. As I burst through the outer
door, I inhaled deeply. I felt like I had been held captive and I was
finally free. I stood at the entrance for several seconds as I regained my
composure. Then I got into my car and looked at my watch. I had 20 minutes
left of my lunch hour. That was enough time to pick up a sandwich at the
deli then get back to work.

Back at the office, I spent the afternoon thinking about two things. Why
hadn't Jeremy ever texted me? Even if he hadn't been tempted to go to the
park, I was sure he would have asked me to come home. We had only been
doing this for a few days, but it felt like we were in a daily pattern.

I also thought about the restroom. What would have happened if I had
stayed? Would I have gone through with letting the man suck my cock? His
mouth looked inviting and he was insistent. Would I have done it? I kept
telling myself to stop thinking that way. The only guy I would let anywhere
near my dick was Jeremy. And that was only when he needed my help.

But as the afternoon dragged on, I thought more and more about my
experience in the men's room. I wanted to go back. I wasn't sure I would be
any more inclined to accept a blow job offer. But there was something about
the whole experience that I wanted to see again. I wished that Jeremy would
text me and give me something else to focus on. But he didn't. So at 5:00
on the dot, I bolted out of the office and drove to the park.

It was still daylight outside, so the park was still filled with people. It
was hard to find a spot near the bathroom. Once I found one, I parked and
sat contemplating. Was I really going to go back inside? Hadn't I seen all
that I was curious about seeing? Yeah, but I wanted to see more. I finally
convinced myself I would just go in and see if it was as busy at that time
of day. Just out of curiosity.

I walked through the outer door and heard the loud squeak. I wondered how
Jeremy could have been caught having sex in there. The squeak the outer
door made was surely loud enough to warn those inside that someone was
coming. How could it not have been enough warning for him?

Once I was inside, I saw that two of the stalls were occupied and no one
was at the sink or the urinals. I stepped into the stall on the far left,
the one in which the muscular man had started off earlier. I latched the
door. I lowered my pants and boxers and sat down. This time I wasn't going
to leave my pants on and mistakenly send the wrong message about my
intentions.

I heard movement in the stall next to me and a few moments later, I dared
to look through the hole. What I saw was very unexpected. There was a man
standing facing the toilet seat. There also appeared to be another man who
was sitting on the seat. I couldn't see the seated man at all, but I
deduced that he was there because the standing man was pumping his pelvis
back and forth. I noticed that the partitions did not reach all the way
down to the floor, so I bent down and looked under the one between our
stalls and I saw four feet. There were definitely two men in the stall.

I looked back through the hole and watched the action. The standing man was
in blue jeans and a white tank top. I couldn't see his face, but by the
smoothness of his freckled skin and his trim waist, I guessed he was in his
20s. I couldn't see much else, but every now and then he would pull
completely out of the seated man's mouth and take a step back. That
afforded me a look at his spit-covered cock. It was a massive one. The skin
was pearly white and it was uncut. It looked like it was as thick as a beer
can and as long as fire hose. OK...maybe that's an exaggeration, but you
get my point. It was very thick and long. I imagined that every time the
man pulled back, he was probably giving the cocksucker on the toilet seat
an opportunity to catch his breath.

I began to get hard. There was something very sexually stimulating about
watching this super hung man getting his cock sucked inches from my
face. And, since I couldn't see the man sucking him off, I imagined it
could have been Jeremy. The thought of my step-son servicing such a hung
man really turned me on. Imagining Jeremy's lips stretched to their limit
as they wrapped around his thick pole. And imagining him doing his best to
open his throat to take the man as deeply as possible. If anyone could do
it, it was Jeremy.

On one of the times the man pulled back, he bent over to look through the
glory hole in my partition. I quickly sat all the way back. I didn't want
him seeing my face. At the same time, I pushed my hard cock down toward the
toilet, so he couldn't see it either.

The shadow in the hole went away, so I knew the hung man had moved away
from it. I looked through it again and saw that he was looking through the
hole on the other side. Meanwhile, the cocksucker on the toilet seat was
stroking the man's huge dick. I could see his muscular arm, but nothing
else. I didn't know what had caused the hung man to get distracted and to
start looking through the holes, but I guessed that the guy on the seat was
trying to get his attention back.

The hung guy then turned his body toward the other partition and appeared
to push his cock through. I suspected there was another cocksucker in the
adjacent stall and he was now getting a shot at the huge dick.

The seated guy stood up and stepped behind the hung guy. I recognized the
snug fitting light-blue t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts. It was the same
muscular guy that had been there at lunch time. I wondered if he was like
Jeremy, spending hours at a time in the men's room, getting his fill of
cock and cum.

The muscular guy stood behind the hung guy and started dry humping his
ass. The hung man's jeans were fully on, so it was just simulated
fucking. But it was a hot sight. I stroked my cock as I watched. Despite it
being three men having sex, the pure rawness of it was what I found
stimulating. Three people who most likely had never said a word to each
other were engaged in spontaneous sex in a public venue. For the moment,
their gender didn't matter to me. I was caught up in the sexual energy that
filled the air and it made me horny. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from
my cock already.

The guys stayed in that position for a couple minutes, then the hung guy
pulled his cock back out of the hole and the muscular guy moved back out of
view. The hung guy grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his cock dry. He
must have cum because his cock was softening by the time he was done wiping
it. He stuffed it back into his jeans and left the bathroom.

The muscular guy then whispered through the hole in my partition, "Let me
see it."

I was hard and very turned on. Earlier, when he had asked me the same
thing, I ran out of the men's room. This time I stood and proudly displayed
my rock hard cock. I looked toward the hole and I saw his eye. I realized
he could see my face, so I side-stepped to the left slightly to get my face
out of his line of sight.

He whispered, "Nice one. Jack it for me."

I hesitated for only a few seconds, but then my horniness won out. I
grasped my shaft and began slowly stroking it.

He whispered, "That's beautiful. Let me suck it."

I was horny. But not that horny. I was not going to cross that line. In
fact, I should have just packed my cock away and left. But I knew letting
him watch me jack off was not putting me in danger. He was clearly not a
cop, based on his actions. And, if a cop were to come into the bathroom, I
wasn't in a compromising position. No, I would not let him suck me. I'd be
happy to keep jacking for him though.

I responded, "No thanks." I continued stroking myself.

He then whispered, "OK. Wanna see mine?"

To my surprise, I did want to. "Yeah, sure."

I knelt down and looked through the hole. He was now standing like I had
been, stroking that nice cock of his. I had to admit to myself that it
looked nice especially since it was attached to that muscular body of
his. I thought of Jeremy and how much he would like to fool around with
that guy. I wondered if my step-son was the guy in the far stall. If so, I
hoped for his sake that he was getting a nice view. Before I stood back up
to show him my cock again, I noticed the Flintwell Sports logo on his
shirt. It was a high end sporting goods store. This guy was seriously into
fitness.

Over the next couple minutes, the muscular guy and I alternated back and
forth. He would stroke for me, then I would stroke for him. I was having a
great time. It felt safe not to be expected to do anything but show
off. And, with all the compliments Jeremy had been giving me lately about
my cock, I was feeling quite proud of it.

But then the muscular guy decided to switch things up. He pushed his cock
through the hole and into my stall. I was surprised by the action and I
simply stared at it. I was sure he wanted me to suck it and that was
definitely not something I was interested in doing.

He got the hint and pulled back. He then whispered through the hole. "You
don't have to suck it. Just touch it. Maybe jack it a little."

He pushed it back through. Despite my racing heart and my mind telling me
it was disgusting, I did as he asked. With my hand trembling, I reached
forward and touched the head. His cock jerked in response. I noted how much
bigger the head was than the rest of his shaft. It was pretty much the same
thickness and length as mine, but the head was much bigger. The shaft
curved to the left. All in all, a nice cock. If you're into cocks, that is.

I then moved my fingers down to the shaft and grasped it. It felt warm in
my hand and I could feel the pulsing of the veins. I gave it a few strokes,
then I grabbed my own cock again and started stroking both of them at the
same time. Over the next minute or so, I jacked both our cocks. I wondered
the entire time why I was doing it. I didn't find myself attracted to his
cock. But, there was something about this guy that made me want to do this
for him. In order to make it easier for myself, I imagined that it was
Jeremy's cock. I imagined that my step-son was in the stall next to me and
he was enjoying every stroke I gave him. I had already become comfortable
jacking Jeremy's cock. So, why not pretend this was his?

At that point, the guy in the third stall got up to leave. The sound of his
door slamming shut got my attention. Then the sound of the hinges squeaking
when he exited the outer door woke me up completely. I let go of the
muscular guy's cock and stepped back. I couldn't believe I had been drawn
into this activity. When I had come back here after work, I had hoped to
watch some guys getting action. But I hadn't wanted to participate in it. I
wasn't there to enjoy the touch of another man. I was only there as an
observer. How had I allowed the muscular man to so easily convince me to do
otherwise?

I had to get out of there without delay. I quickly shoved my cock into my
pants and ran for the door.

As I stepped outside, I heard someone call, "Mr. Malone! Hold up."

Shocked and frightened at being recognized, I turned to see who it was. I
couldn't place the man's face at first, but then I realized it was Officer
Pfeiffer. The officer that had given me the lecture in the police station
the day that this had all started. I looked at him with an expression of
guilt that must have spoken volumes.

He came right up to me and extended his hand for a shake. I looked down at
it, taken completely by surprise and unsure if shaking his hand would seal
some sort of fate for me. With trepidation, I shook it.

He said in a low voice, "Like father, like son, I see."

With no obvious response, I stupidly chose to correct him on my exact
relationship with Jeremy, "Jeremy is my step-son."

He continued to shake my hand and gestured toward my bulging crotch, "My
mistake, but the observation still holds. It looks like you enjoyed your
time in the men's room."

I was in a panic. Was he going to arrest me, like he had arrested Jeremy?
He hadn't even been in the men's room while I was in there. So I knew
logically that it made no sense. Could my obvious hard-on be enough
evidence for him to make an arrest?

I tried to come up with something to say that would convince him he was
misunderstanding the situation. But all I could do was mumble and
stutter. "I...uh...no...I uh."

He let go of my hand and flashed me a smile. "Don't worry. I'm not going to
do anything. How's your kid? Is he doing all right?"

I was taken aback by the turn in the conversation. "Um, yeah, he's
fine. His birthday is tomorrow." I had no idea what else to say. I didn't
want to be having this conversation with him, but there was no way I was
going to run away from a cop who was intent on talking with me.

He smiled again, "Tell him `happy birthday' for me. And let him know I hope
he's doing well."

I nodded, "Sure will."

He then said, "Well, I'm heading in. See you around."

I watched him as he walked to the men's room. I had no idea what to make of
that conversation. He seemed to think Jeremy would appreciate hearing that
he wished him well. What an odd thing coming from the cop that had
apprehended him for lewd behavior only days before. It reminded me that
Jeremy had almost revealed to me more details about the arrest. I had meant
to ask him about it, but had completely forgotten to do so with all the
other distractions around us. I made a mental note to ask him as soon as
possible.

I also wondered why the officer had been so casual about the insinuation
that I had been in there having sex. He had started the whole conversation
off by saying, "like father, like son." And then he had implied that my
hard-on was a sign that I had enjoyed myself. He was clearly insinuating
that I had been in there doing the same things as Jeremy. Why was he so
casual about it? I really had to speak with Jeremy. This was getting
weirder by the minute.

As Officer Pfeiffer entered the men's room, I suddenly felt bad for the
muscular guy whose cock I had just stroked. He had no idea that a cop had
just entered. I hoped he wouldn't make the mistake of coming onto the
man. If he did, he might be the next person arrested.

I found my car and drove home. Both Jeremy and Beth were already there, so
I didn't get a chance to ask speak with Jeremy privately. As usual, Jeremy
acted completely normal around me, so there was no body language or
secretive look that told me what he was thinking. I was dying to know what
he had done that day.

Ryan called while we were eating dinner. I needed to confirm our plans for
Jeremy's birthday surprise, so I excused myself from the table and talked
with him quickly. The plan was for Ryan to pick up Jeremy in the late
morning and take him to the DMV. Then after the driver's test, he would
take him to the water park. Meanwhile, I would leave work early and stop by
the car dealership. I would drive Jeremy's new car to our house and park it
in the driveway. Ryan would text me when they were almost home from the
water park, so Beth and I could be standing next to the car when they got
there. We'd all yell "Happy Birthday" and Jeremy would be given the keys to
his first car.

I returned to the dinner table and Jeremy asked, "Clint, do you think you
could take me out for one more practice drive tonight? I'm nervous about
the test tomorrow."

I jumped at the chance to be alone with him. I needed to find out what the
lack of an SOS call had meant. I also wanted to ask him for more details
about his arrest, and to tell him about my conversation with Officer
Pfeiffer. "Sure, Jer. Let's go right after cleaning up."

Beth began clearing the plates from the table and said, "You guys go
ahead. I'll clean up here."

Five minutes later, we were in my car, with Jeremy at the wheel. As soon as
we pulled out of the driveway, my step-son said, "I need to talk to you. Do
you mind if I drive to a place where we can have some privacy?"

I had suspected the request for a practice drive was all a ruse, "Sure, you
got some place in mind?"

He made a right turn and said, "Yeah."

We drove in silence. Even though we were all alone in the car, for some
reason we both felt we needed to get to our destination before we could
bring up our topics. Jeremy drove us to his high school and parked near a
shed behind the main building. He held up a key and said, "I got this when
I was helping with the re-painting project. They never asked me to return
it."

We got out of the car and he unlocked the door to the shed. We stepped
inside and closed the door behind us. I was nervous as hell. It was summer,
so no one was at the school. But I was worried we were putting ourselves
into a difficult spot to get out of, if anyone found us.

Jeremy saw the concern on my face and said, "We'll be quick. I just need
some time alone with you. We can go back out to the car to talk afterward."

The space was very cramped. The shed was filled to the brim with all kinds
of supplies. It was standing room only. There was a bench that was covered
with supplies, with a little spot cleared away that could accommodate one
person sitting on it. Jeremy gestured for me to take a seat. My cock was
hardening in anticipation.

I sat down on the bench. Jeremy knelt in front of me and pawed at my
crotch. He found my hardening cock and began squeezing it through the
fabric of my shorts. He looked into my eyes and said, "I didn't get to
thank you yesterday. What you did for me while Mom was napping. It was
amazing. I know this isn't easy for you, and I've never asked you to touch
me like that. I want you to know that I really appreciate it."

He placed one hand inside the leg of my shorts and reached up until he
grasped my cock. He began stroking it. "I would do anything to show you my
appreciation."

I was overcome by emotion. "Jeremy, come here." I pulled him up so we were
hugging, his head resting on my chest. "This is not how you have to show
appreciation to me. Just keep being the great young man that you
are. That's enough."

I hugged him and in a few moments, I realized he was crying softly. I
pulled him off my chest and looked him in the eyes. They were bloodshot and
there were tears streaming down his face. I asked, "Oh Jer, what's wrong?
What is making you cry?"

He wiped away the tears and said, "The way you are handling this is blowing
me away. I don't know how to react to it. You are so understanding and
accepting. I thought you were going to be angry the day you picked me up
from the police station. But instead you have been supportive and have done
things that have made you extremely uncomfortable. Like yesterday at the
beach. I feel bad that I made you see that. But I was so much in a
zone. All I could think about was sex, sex, sex."

He began to cry again, so I pulled him close and kissed him on his
forehead. "Ah, Jer. Don't cry. It's OK. I love ya, guy. I am going to help
you through this. And if that means I have to deal with a few uncomfortable
things, I'm fine with that. As long as it's helping, I am committed to
doing it. I'll let you know if you ever ask me to do something that I can't
handle."

We held each other silently for a minute or so, then I added, "I've been
thinking. All the sex you have been having has been just that – sex. I
think it would be good for you to experience sex with an emotional
element. It's so much better that way. To actually make love with
somebody. To kiss them, to caress them, to hold them. To have sex be an
expression of that emotional connection. I know you've said there are no
guys your age that you're interested in. But have you really been open to
that possibility? Or maybe there's a guy you have run into in your
adventures at the park that you might want to get to know better?"

I felt a huge pang of regret at having suggested that. I knew it was the
right thing. It was one of the few real fatherly things I had said during
all of this. But, there was a part of me that didn't want Jeremy to find
someone special. I was enjoying being the special man in his life. But, I
also knew I couldn't offer him the emotional connection he needed. So, I
suppressed my jealous thoughts and held firm.

He didn't respond. He continued to hold me and began stroking my arm. I
stroked his back. I was suddenly aware that by holding him like that, I was
potentially confusing him. I had just talked about his need for an
emotional connection and there I was holding him and caressing him. I
feared I was sending him the wrong message.

He finally spoke up, "I know you're right, Clint. I know I should. I
just... It's just... You're the only guy I have been with that has held me
like this. And yet, all I can think about is your cock and how much I want
to suck it."

I wanted it too. And we needed to hurry. So, I said, "OK. Just promise to
think about what I've said." I placed his hand back on my hardening cock.

He got back to his knees, unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock through the
fly. He stared at it for a few seconds and said, "Do you know how beautiful
this cock is? Ever since I held it for the first time, I have been unable
to get it out of my mind. It's the perfect length and thickness. It fits
just right into my mouth. And when you are real excited, I love how it
feeds me droplets of pre-cum. I could suck on it all day. I've been
dreaming about being able to spend an entire day in a bed together just
making you feel good."

A droplet of pre-cum oozed out of my piss slit. He was right. That happened
when I was really excited. I was getting turned on by his admiration of my
cock and his willingness to vocalize it. He licked up the liquid.

He continued, "Whenever I am sucking on it and I feel you pump, I know I'm
making you feel good. I know this isn't your thing, so it makes me feel so
much better that you're at least getting some pleasure out of it."

He swallowed my dick down and began sucking. I closed my eyes, not because
I didn't want to watch him, but because I wanted to get lost in the
sensation.

He pulled off and said, "And I love when you're about to cum. That moment
when I have triggered something in you that has made you go over the
edge. That moment when your balls pull up tight. That moment when I feel
your cock swell to its thickest. I know in a second you will be feeding me
your cum. In that moment I am happiest, knowing that I have given you
pleasure, made you feel good."

He swallowed my cock again and, despite how good it felt and despite how
much I wanted to flood his mouth with my baby batter, in that moment, I
wanted to hear him say more. So I pulled him off and said, "Keep talking
and let me jack myself."

His smile broadened. "Oh god, Clint. Yes, please jack off for me. I want
you to cum on my face."

I grabbed my shaft and started stroking. I watched his handsome young face
as he continued to speak.

He looked past my cock and up my torso, "I can see why my mother married
you. You are one of the sexiest men alive. Your naturally toned body drives
me crazy. I know that your body, your cock, your heart, they all belong to
my mom. But when I am with you, I feel that you are mine for that short
period of time. It makes me so happy."

He began to fondle my balls, "I love your balls, Clint. They're so
big. They feel so good in my hand. When you're not around, I sometimes
think of them and the cum that they're cooking up. It makes me shiver in
excitement, thinking that I might be the one to get the next load from
them. I love the taste of your cum. I love when you fill my mouth with
it. I can't wait to feel it landing on my face."

I was shaking. His words were having an amazing effect on me. I was staring
at his face, his lips, his cheek bones, his eyes, his nose, his
forehead. And I too wanted him to feel my cum landing on his face. I wanted
to cover it in my jizz and see the big white strands on his skin.

Then he said the thing that made me cum, "I want you so bad, Clint. I wish
you could be the one to make love to me."

That had almost happened during our early morning encounter on the couch. I
had thought about pushing my dick into his tight ass. Hearing him say that
he wanted me to make love to him brought those lustful thoughts back and my
cum started bursting out. It landed on his cheeks, his lips, his nose, his
chin. Some of it fell to the side of his head and onto the ground, but I
tried to aim it so it landed on him. And as each strand flew out, he smiled
and said, "Yeah, Clint. Cover me in your cum. Oh god, it's so warm. Right
from your balls."

Then, when it began to simply dribble out, my step-son pulled my cockhead
into his mouth and suckled it. I looked down at his cum-covered face and
thought, `My god. He is amazing. Where has he been all my life?'

He pulled off and looked into my eyes. For a moment I had an overwhelming
desire to kiss him. To place my lips on his and to shove my tongue into his
mouth. Despite any reservations about kissing a mouth covered in my
cum. Despite any disgust I might feel about kissing a man, kissing a
teenager, kissing my step-son. I wanted it. I felt so much emotion for him
at that moment, so much happiness that I had found someone who knew how to
truly turn me on.

Before I could lean down to kiss him, he raised a finger to his face and
started scooping up the cum and bringing it to his mouth. The moment was
gone and I simply enjoyed the sight of him feasting on my cream. He was a
true cum lover. He savored every bit of it, smacking his lips and saying
silly things like, "It's finger licking good."

When he thought he was finished, I saw a few drops that he had missed, so I
did the scooping for him and pushed them into his mouth with my finger. He
devoured the cream and suckled on my finger for a few seconds, as if it
could produce cum for him.

I then pulled my finger from his mouth and I watched as he lovingly licked
my cock, coaxing out all of the remaining sperm that was inside me. Then he
just held it in his mouth and lay his head on my leg. He was simply
enjoying having my cock inside him. He wasn't sucking. He wasn't
licking. He was just holding it in his mouth.

We sat like that for a minute or so, then he pulled out a napkin and
wrapped it around my cock. "To soak up the leakage."

I smiled. There was that amazingly thoughtful son. He had paid attention to
my tendency to leak after cumming and had prepared for it. God I loved that
kid!

He stood up and said, "Thanks, Clint. I really mean it."

I tucked my napkin-covered cock into my shorts, "Let me help you get off."

He shook his head, "No, that's part of what I need to talk to you about."

I raised an eyebrow. I was intrigued.

We exited the shed and got back into the car. Then we began to talk.

He told me, "Today I went to the park. When I got there, I sat on my bike
for a long time, trying to decide if I would go in. I even had my phone in
my hand, ready to text you. But then someone approached me. It was the
minister. The one who got arrested with me. He had been waiting in his car
to see if I would show up. He asked me if I had time to talk."

I gave Jeremy a concerned look. What in the world would the minister want
with Jeremy?

He continued, "I felt really bad for him, so I agreed. I got into his
car. He explained to me that he wanted to accuse the officers of false
arrest. I knew why he was saying that."

Jeremy stopped and looked down at the steering wheel. He was clearly having
a hard time with what he was telling me. I didn't know if I should say
something to encourage him, or if I should wait quietly until he got up the
courage. I chose the latter.

After about a minute of silence, he pulled out his phone and brought up a
picture. He handed the phone to me. At first, it was hard to understand
what I was looking at. But then I realized it was a picture looking through
a glory hole. It was of a man with a huge hard uncut dick. I didn't
understand the significance, so I asked, "What does this mean?"

He said, "Swipe to the next few pictures."

I did and I saw a series of pictures showing the man putting his cock up to
the hole, then sliding it through, then someone's mouth on it, sucking
it. I assumed the sucker was Jeremy, since it was his phone. Then it showed
Jeremy putting his own cock through the hole. I couldn't see the person on
the other side, but I suspected the time stamp would show that the pictures
were taken during the same encounter.

I still didn't understand. "OK, but what is this showing me?"

Jeremy gulped, "Those pictures are of Officer Pfeiffer. You can see the
tattoo on his arm and the one right above his dick hair."

I was stunned. I swiped through all the pictures again. "I don't
understand."

Jeremy blurted out, "I've been with him dozens of times. He's a regular at
the men's room. On several occasions, he and I have gotten off together
then stepped outside to talk. He told me early on that he was a cop, but
that I should never worry about him arresting me. He was there for the same
reason as me. We spent a lot of time getting to know each other. I trusted
him."

I stared at him in disbelief. Though I was beginning to understand the
context of my earlier conversation with the policeman. If I was
understanding correctly, good ole Officer Pfeiffer, with the impressively
large uncut schlong, was as addicted to public sex as Jeremy. And he and my
step-son had formed some kind of friendship. That explained why he had let
Jeremy go. That also explained why he had told me to relay his good wishes
to my step-son.

Now I understood why the cop was so casual about me being in the men's
room. He must have assumed that Jeremy had told me about their sexual
activity and their friendship. The cop must have thought that the three of
us were cut from the same mold. All three, public sex-addicted cocksuckers.

Jeremy's voice was beginning to tremble. So I knew there was still some
element of the whole situation he hadn't yet explained.

My step-son continued, "That day, the three of us were fooling around in
the bathroom. Me, the minister and the officer. There was a guy at the
urinals, but he was just watching. Officer Pfeiffer had just finished
fucking m... the minister and was getting ready to suck me off. But then
his phone buzzed. He looked at it and told me and the minister to get
dressed quickly. He zipped up and rushed out of the men's room."

Jeremy started to choke up. I waited for him to calm down.

He added, "Both the minister and I had our pants completely off. So we ran
to the stalls to get dressed. Less than a minute later, another guy walked
in. He was a plain clothes cop, just like Officer Pfeiffer. He came right
to our stalls and pushed the doors open. There was no way to explain why we
weren't fully dressed."

He got choked up again, "Officer Pfeiffer had told me I'd be safe. He had
told me I would never have to worry about him being a cop. He promised me!"

Tears began to flow from Jeremy's eyes. I grabbed his hand, hoping to
provide him with the courage to finish the story.

He regained his composure, wiped his eyes and said, "It was the most
terrifying experience of my life. The minister and I were both handcuffed
and pushed into the backseat of the cop car. Then we were taken to the
station. I was scared out of my mind. I spent about a half hour sitting
alone in an interrogation room. Then Officer Pfeiffer came in and acted as
if we had never met before. He lectured me on the dangers of public sex and
on the illegality of it all. I was so confused that I was crying. Then at
the end, he told me he was letting me go with a warning because of my age."

Jeremy paused to catch his breath. I could tell the difficult part was now
out in the open finally. He just needed to get his thoughts straight before
finishing.

He wiped his cheeks dry, "I assumed they had let the minister go too. I
didn't believe the story about my age. I assumed he let me go because of
our friendship. But mostly because he was as guilty as the two of us. When
you told me the minister was arrested, it tore me up inside. Why didn't he
let him go too?"

I squeezed his hand. I had a theory, but I knew he wasn't really asking for
an answer.

He then finished, "So today the minister asked me if I would help him
threaten Officer Pfeiffer. I have photos that prove the officer has sex in
the bathrooms. I have a lot more than the ones I've just shown you. I often
take pictures of the guys I really like. So I have tons of him. The
minister wants me to use them as leverage to threaten the officer into
dropping the charges against him."

He was done. That was the story that he had been holding in. That was what
had been upsetting him so much. I couldn't blame him for reacting so
badly. I wasn't surprised by the officer's actions. But they were clearly
unfair and a breach of trust between him and Jeremy.

I squeezed Jeremy's hand, "Thanks for telling me all that. I had been
meaning to ask you why it was hurting you so much. Now I understand. But, I
don't know, Jer. Blackmailing a police officer is not a good idea. I don't
think it will end well. Plus, do you really want to get involved? It will
bring to light your participation in all of this."

Jeremy looked at me with pleading eyes, "But I can't just let the minister
go to jail. I couldn't live with myself."

I understood. I held his hand in silence for a few minutes and said, "OK,
why don't we do this? Let's go home. Let's celebrate your birthday
tomorrow. Let's put all of this aside so we can enjoy your big day. Then
after that, we'll talk about what to do next. There has to be a way to
handle this without blackmail."

Jeremy's face lit up with a smile. "Oh my god, Clint. You will help us?
Thank you so much."

I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. "By the way, I bumped
into Officer Pfeiffer today. He asked me to tell you happy birthday and to
tell you he hopes you're doing well. It was odd to me when he said it, but
now I understand why."

Jeremy shuddered, then gave me an inquisitive look, "Where did you run into
him?"

I had prepared for that question. I was tempted to leave out some of the
details of my encounter in the bathroom. But I hoped for total honesty from
Jeremy, so I was intent on giving him the same. "I went to Lanken Park
today. You hadn't texted me at lunch time, so I took a late lunch and
decided to check it out."

Jeremy said nothing. He simply listened intently to me.

I took in a deep breath, "I saw some activity. Enough to make me curious
enough to go back again after work."

Jeremy gasped, "Did you do anything?"

I shook my head, "Very little. The guy in the next stall convinced me to
jack for him. So I did. Then he did the same for me. Then he pushed his
cock through the hole and asked me to touch it. I did that for about a
minute. Then I left and that's when I ran into Officer Pfeiffer."

Jeremy looked relieved. "I'm glad you stopped before the officer
entered. I'm really sorry I've exposed you to all that. If it weren't for
me, you wouldn't have gone in there today."

I shook my head, "Don't blame yourself. I'm an adult. I make my own
decisions."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a several moments. I then asked,
"So, you said there was a reason you didn't need to get off tonight. What
was it?"

Jeremy lowered his head and said, "I had sex with the minister. He took me
to his house. His wife and children have moved out. So he is all alone. I
felt bad for him. So I wanted to provide some comfort."

I gulped. The same jealousy I had felt about Brett suddenly reappeared. If
Jeremy had told me and the minister had had sex in the men's room, I
wouldn't have felt that way. But going home with the minister – that was
more intimate. I steeled myself and asked, "You didn't tell him about us,
our arrangement, did you?"

He shook his head, "No, I learned my lesson. I told him that you picked me
up from the police station. So he knows you know I'm gay and what I was
doing there."

I nodded, content that our secret was still safe. I gave his hand a final
squeeze. "Let's get home. Your mom's going to wonder if we got lost."

While Jeremy drove us home, I received a text from my brother. He was at
the supermarket and had run into an old friend of ours whom neither of us
had seen in over 15 years. He included a selfie that they had just taken
together. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it. At that moment, I couldn't
have cared less about the old friend. The only thing I could focus on was
by brother. In the picture, Ryan was wearing a snug fitting light-blue
t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts. I zoomed in and saw the Flintwell Sports
logo on the shirt.

End of Chapter 7.