Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2016 08:14:36 -0500
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 8

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 8

(This chapter is written from the point of view of Clint's brother Ryan.)

I looked around me, trying to figure out where I was. I was kneeling on a
tile floor. The walls on all four sides were covered in writing. I couldn't
read any of the words, but I knew they were all sexual in nature. Suddenly
holes appeared in each of the walls and penises began sliding through
them. They were all identical in size and shape. All about 7" long, cut and
thick. My heart raced as I tried to understand which one I was supposed to
choose. Then I decided on the one to my right.

Before I wrapped my hand around it, I told myself, `This is not how it
happened. I was not the one.'

My fingers touched the cockhead and all the walls disappeared. Clint and I
were sitting in my childhood bedroom. We were jacking off together. He
wiggled his hard cock and said, "Suck it. That was what you wanted to do
that day, wasn't it?"

We were then suddenly in Clint's childhood bedroom. He was fucking the girl
whom I had convinced to take his virginity when he was 17. He pulled out of
her and showed me his wet cock. "Swap places with her. You wanted me to
fuck you that day, didn't you, big brother?"

I tried to say, `Yes!' But no sound came out.

Everything changed again. I was back on the tile floor. Clint's dick was
hard and pulsing through a glory hole. I leaned over to suck my brother's
throbbing dick. I heard Jeremy say, "Uncle Ryan?"

I looked in the direction of my nephew's voice. I saw a huge hole, large
enough for me to see Jeremy's entire face. He said, "Your alarm is ruining
the mood. Turn it off."

My eyes popped open and I heard my alarm ringing. I fumbled with my clock
to turn the damned thing off. Then I realized I was panting and covered in
sweat. I hadn't had a sexual dream about my brother in years. Our encounter
in the men's room the day before had brought those feelings back. And with
them, memories of my teenage years.

I began having dreams such as those when I was 16. At that age, I already
knew I was into both girls and guys and my brother was my first
guy-crush. I tried to suppress those thoughts by focusing my energy on
girls around me, but occasionally they would pop up in dreams like the one
I had just had.

As most hot-blooded adolescent guys, my sex drive was uncontainable. I
would get erections at the drop of a hat. Since sex was not readily
available to 16-year old guys, I started working out to relieve the stress
caused by my sexual tension. That decision put me on the path of a lifetime
dedicated to fitness. But it did very little to curtail my ravenous desire
for sex. A horny kid should not go to the gym in search of a place to get
his mind off sex. With all those other guys working out next to me, I
became even hornier.

I added running to my fitness routine. It was a good way to stay in shape,
without worrying about being asked to spot the hot guy next to me. I
started running in our local park, which eventually led me to the men's
room there. Bing bang boom, I found sex. I was immediately hooked and it
became part of my fitness routine. Work out. Run in the park. Satisfy
sexual urges in the men's room. I eventually started having sex with girls
too, but I'm not here to tell you about that side of my life. You want to
know how this all relates to Jeremy and Clint.

It was during this past Christmas break. After 10 years of marriage, Megan
and I had just agreed to get a divorce. When I proposed to her 11 years
earlier, I made a commitment to myself to give up men completely. Now that
we were divorcing and I was almost single again, I was dying to make up for
lost time. I went to Lanken Park and picked up right where I had left off
– on my knees, sucking anonymous dick. Soon thereafter, I ran into
Jeremy for the first time. Then just yesterday, only a few months after my
return to men's room cruising, I ran into my brother. The thought of being
with Jeremy made me excited; the thought of being with my brother made me
anxious.

As I pondered both of those possibilities, I went about my daily routine. I
headed to the gym and had a good chest workout. Then I went for a
satisfying tension-relieving run around my neighborhood. By the time I was
back home and in the shower, the anxiety had lessoned. As with so many
other things in my life, I successfully compartmentalized the issues I was
dealing with. This day was going to be all about Jeremy, so I would not let
my anxiety over the encounter with Clint distract me. I boxed it up and
tucked it away in a corner of my mind. I would open that box again once my
nephew's big day was over. Well, more likely, as soon as I saw my brother
later that afternoon. But that was hours away, so no reason to think about
it until then.

It was a hot day outside, so I dressed in shorts, t-shirt and sandals. I
looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. My full head of brown hair was
beginning to recede, but I wasn't going bald on top. So my crew cut still
looked good and not like the desperate attempt of an aging man to look
younger. My tanned face accentuated my blue eyes. My scruffy beard and
moustache only had a few gray hairs in them. My chest, arms and back were
all well-built and made my shirt bulge in all the right places. Not huge
like a body builder by any means. Just pumped and defined, the result of
years of regular lifting and frequent cardio. My torso tapered down to a
32" waist. Not as thin as I once was, but definitely commendable for a
35-year old man.

I had very little hair on my torso, just enough to dust my pecs, and
another patch below my belly button leading down to my crotch. My six-pack
abs were defined, not because of good eating habits, but because of my
frequent running. My lightly hairy legs were thick and defined. Once again,
not like a body builder, but strong and lean from years of lifting and
running. My ass was my best feature. It had always been a natural bubble
butt, even before I started working out. It had only gotten more tight and
meaty as I worked my legs through the years.

As I admired my physique, I thought about the two goals I had for the
day. First, I was going to make sure that Jeremy thoroughly enjoyed his
16th birthday and was completely surprised when his parents presented him
with his car. Second, and this was the goal that was the more important of
the two, I was going to get my nephew naked and fuck his sweet hole.

As I said above, I had encountered Jeremy in the men's room at Lanken
Park. On five occasions, to be exact. The first few times, I hadn't known
it was he on the other side of the glory hole. I just knew him as the "jock
strap kid" with the amazing ass. He would strip down to his jock strap and
flaunt his ass to every man who looked at him through a glory hole. I had
dropped a load into that sweet tight ass on three separate occasions. On
the fourth, I had just finished emptying my balls deep inside him when, by
pure chance, I glimpsed his face as I knelt down to thank him.

At first I was racked with guilt. Not only had I broken my rule to stay
away from guys under 18, but I also had fucked my brother's step-son. It
took me a few hours that afternoon to process it all. Then I simply let the
guilt go. I reminded myself that Jeremy was a willing participant. No, not
just willingly participating, but aggressively searching for the type of
encounter we had had. He wore that jock strap on purpose. He sought out men
who would fuck him. And I reminded myself that when I was 16, I had done
the same thing. I too had lured men in with my muscular ass framed by the
straps of an athletic supporter. Like my step-nephew, I had given my
teenage ass up to any man who shoved his dick through a glory hole. We were
two peas in a pod.

The last time we were together, I had specifically sought him out. I knew
the best times to find Jeremy at the men's room. And when I found him, I
fucked him with no remorse at all. My only regret was not having the
courage to tell him who I was.

But that was going to change today.

As I approached my brother's front door, Jeremy opened it before I could
even knock. "Hey, Uncle Ryan! Come in, come in."

I stepped inside, "Happy birthday young man! Give your uncle a big hug." I
held onto him tightly and longer than the standard three Mississippis. In
fact, I continued to hold him and stroke his back for about 10 seconds. I
knew it would make him feel uncomfortable, but I wanted him to feel every
muscle of my body pressed against his.

When I released the hug, I placed my hands on his shoulders and held him at
arm's length. "Wow, look at you. You're really growing up. And such a
handsome young man. Look at that face and those eyes. Damn. You could make
a guy like me hard."

I didn't give him a chance to respond. I turned him around and smacked him
on the ass, "So, what's the plan, big guy? You gonna show your uncle a good
time?"

He was at a loss for words. I knew I was confusing him. And I would
eventually tell him about having been with him in the men's room. But I
wanted to build up some tension. He finally said, "My driver's test isn't
going to be all that fun for you. But hopefully the water park will. I have
my stuff packed. I'll go get it."

I shook my head, "Nah, let's come back and change into our swimwear after
the test. Come on, let's hurry up and get you a license."

His face was overtaken by a huge smile. I remembered how happy I had been
to get my license when I was his age. I knew exactly what he was feeling. I
wrapped an arm around him and ushered him out the door. I handed him my
keys, "Why don't you drive us?"

An hour later, we were returning from the DMV. He had his temporary license
in his wallet. He had passed! And he was excited as hell. I placed my hand
on his shoulder and gently squeezed it. "You've just taken one more step to
being an adult, Jer. I'm glad I was able to share the moment with you."

For the rest of the ride home, I kept my hand on him. Whether it was on his
shoulder or his upper thigh, I made sure not to lose body contact with
him. By the time we were back at his house, the touching was no longer
making him nervous.

As he headed up to his room to change clothes, he asked, "Can I drive us to
the water park?"

I hoisted my bag and said, "Of course, buddy."

I surprised him by following him upstairs to his room. I knew he wondered
why I wouldn't have just changed downstairs. He had no idea that I wasn't
planning on donning my swimwear quite yet. If all went as planned, we
wouldn't be putting our swimwear on until we had extracted a load from each
other's balls.

He pulled off his shirt, but was hesitant to undress further. My presence
was confusing him and he was clearly uncomfortable undressing in front of
me.

I took the lead. I pulled my board shorts out of my bag. Then I fished out
my jock strap. I saw Jeremy look with interest at the athletic supporter. I
kicked off my sandals and lowered my shorts. I hadn't worn any underwear,
so my thick cock plopped out. I was already chubbing a little. I couldn't
help it. I was turned on by my own seduction.

I looked toward Jeremy and he jerked his head away. I said, "Hey,
buddy. It's OK to look. No reason to be nervous. We're both guys here. It's
natural to be curious about another man's dick."

He slowly turned his head back toward me and looked at my semi-hard cock.

I continued, "Speaking of which. I'm curious about yours. You're 16
now. You must be growing a nice one at this point." I had already seen his
dick. It wasn't small. So I knew it was safe to say that.

He just shyly looked at me. I marveled at how confident and aggressive he
was while playing in the men's room, and yet how timid and shy he was while
standing alone with me in his room.

I said, "Come on. Don't be shy. Drop the shorts."

Without taking his eyes off my dick, he unbuttoned and lowered his
shorts. He was wearing a jock strap underneath. I wasn't surprised to see
it; he always seemed to wear a jock strap when he was at the men's room. I
pointed at my own jock strap and said, "I like to wear these too."

He smiled for the first time since we were in the car, and said, "I like
the way they feel."

I pulled off my shirt so I was now completely naked in front of him. "Me
too. And I like the way yours looks on you." I gave him a second to process
what I had just said. Then I added, "Why don't you turn around and show me
how it looks from the back."

He did so and I saw his hard bubble butt perfectly framed by the straps in
the back. I felt warm all over. I looked forward to being up close and
personal with that ass shortly. "You are developing real nicely,
Jeremy. Real nicely."

He turned back around and his eyes focused again on my cock. I had given it
a few strokes while he was showing me his sweet ass. I was nearly fully
hard at that point.

I looked down at my cock and said, "Well, I told you earlier that you could
make a guy like me hard."

He was frozen in place while he watched me slowly jack my dick.

I said, "Come on. Pull it out. Let me see what you're packing. It looks
pretty big from here." He was hard in his jock strap. And it was bulging
nicely.

He nervously pushed the pouch aside, releasing first his shaft then his
large pink balls. His package was just as beautiful as I remembered it.

Truth be told, he was beautiful all over. He was about 5'8" tall, only a
couple inches shorter than I. His blond hair was cut short on the sides and
back, with the top slightly longer and combed to one side. His face was
extremely handsome, showing signs of his growing maturity. His cheekbones,
jawline, nose and chin were morphing from childlike soft features to rugged
manly features. He was already very sexy. When he finished maturing, he was
going to be a knock-out.

His grey, wolf-like eyes added an exotic element to his face. They were
beautiful to look at. And once he was looking you in the eyes, it was hard
to look away from them. Above them were his thick blond eyebrows, topping
off the masculine look.

His chest and arms were developing naturally. He rode his bike a lot, which
had helped strip away his baby fat. But he didn't work out or play any
sports, so he was not muscular, just toned and youthful. I made a mental
note to offer to teach him how to work out. Both of us were free the entire
summer, why not spend a few hours a week exercising together?

He had a light tan, probably from riding his bike shirtless to and from the
park. His nipples were dime-sized nubs. His skin was completely smooth. The
only hair on his torso was the hair under his arms and the light treasure
trail leading from his belly button down to his bush. His pubic hair was a
shade darker than the hair on his head.

His legs and ass were drool-worthy. They were strong, muscled and defined
from so much time spent riding his bike. That was the only negative thing
about giving him a car as a birthday gift. It meant he would ride his bike
a whole lot less often. Yes, I definitely needed to invite him to work out
with me. He needed to maintain those great legs and that perfect
ass. Knowing how important his ass was to him, I was sure I wouldn't have
to do much to convince him of that.

Then there was his cock. That beautiful white shaft with its pink head. It
was already the same length as mine and he still had some more years of
growth to experience. He potentially was going to have an extra-large dick
when he was done growing. I licked my lips. It was an impressive dick
already. Even if it stayed at its current size, I would hunger for it.

I had never noticed his balls before. They were large and hung low. I
wanted to get on my knees and lick them, suck them into my mouth and swirl
my tongue around those cum factories.

He placed a hand over his cock, trying to hide it. I was going to have none
of that, "Don't cover it up, Jer. It's perfect. Be proud to show it off."

Slowly, he removed his hand and let his baby maker stand free. I continued
to jack mine and nodded my head, encouraging him to do the same. He slowly
moved his hand to his shaft and began jerking.

I walked over to him and gently nudged his hand off his cock so I could
stroke it for him. He flinched and looked up at me. I could see the fear
and confusion in his eyes. But he wasn't pulling away. No, my cock-hungry
nephew couldn't resist a man's advances.

We studied one another's eyes as I stroked both of our cocks. Jeremy's
hands were free, so he placed them on my torso and began exploring my hard
pecs and abs. His touch felt good. Then I said, "You wanna help your old
uncle out?"

He traced my defined pecs with his fingers and said, "You're not old. No
old man has a body like this." The fear and confusion was now gone from his
eyes. They had been replaced with lust.

He then dropped to his knees and was licking distance from my thick daddy
cock. He watched me jack it. If I hadn't already had my cock deep in his
throat and ass on previous occasions, I might have taken it slowly. But I
knew this kid was cum hungry. So I wasted no time pressing my cockhead
against his pretty pink lips. He looked me in the eyes one final time, then
he opened his mouth wide and let me inside.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the familiar warm wet mouth and
talented tongue. He sucked in my whole cock without any teeth scratching my
sensitive skin. And, despite having his mouth stretched to its limit, he
still was able to roll his tongue along the underside, driving me insane
with pleasure.

I opened my eyes and watched my step-son work his magic. With no partition
between us, I finally was able to see his face, his lips, his body, as he
devoured my cock. I looked down and saw that he was jacking that teenage
cock of his. I was overcome with my own cock hunger. I pulled Jeremy off my
dick and led him to his bed. He gave me a questioning look. I smiled, "I
want to suck you too."

We lay next to each other in a 69 position. He sucked my cock back in
without a moment's hesitation. I, on the other hand, wanted to work up to
sucking. I began licking his balls. As I sucked each large low-hanging
testicle into my mouth, I imagined the load they were brewing up for me. I
hadn't tasted teenage sperm since I was a teenager myself. I was thirsty
for it.

I finished with his balls and ran my tongue along his shaft. I licked from
the balls to the piss slit before wrapping my lips around his cockhead. I
slowly sucked it in, savoring every inch of my nephew's tube steak. He
stopped sucking my cock and moaned as he felt the pleasure of his uncle's
mouth on his teenage prick. He groaned, "I can't believe this."

I responded by swallowing his whole cock. The head lodged in my throat as
my lips touched his pubes. He exclaimed, "Holy fuck, Uncle Ryan!"

He placed his mouth back on my cock and I knew I wasn't going to last much
longer. I had originally thought we'd spend most of the afternoon fucking,
but it was too intense for me. I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed
them. As soon as one of my fingers touched his hole, his cock thickened
then erupted. Spurt after spurt of almond-flavored teenage cum flooded my
mouth. And when I say "flooded", I mean it literally. The boy's balls
released so much cum that I nearly choked. But I took it like a pro. As I
swallowed his ball juice, my head spun with cum lust and I released my own
large load into my nephew's expert mouth. Just like me, Jeremy swallowed my
baby batter like a pro.

We both suckled on each other's cock for a while, neither of us wanting to
waste a drop of the other's cum. Then we came up for air. I said, "I think
we're ready for the water park now."

Jeremy gave me a sad look, and asked, "Can't we stay here and do some more
of this?"

I shook my head, "No, buddy. We have to get to the water park and send some
selfies to your parents. We can't skip that, otherwise they'll wonder what
we actually did. And we can't tell them about this." I gently bit one of
his beautiful ass cheeks. "We can come back later and go for a second
round. Sound good?"

His face lit up. "Yeah!"

As we prepared to get dressed, I suggested, "Let's both wear our jock
straps. I want to watch you swimming and know that you've got a jock on
under your shorts." He grinned and pulled his shorts on over his jock
strap.

We had a great time at the park. It was a blazing hot day, so the water
felt great on our skin. We took several pics and sent them to Clint and
Beth. They were both happy that we were having a good time. But we didn't
stay long. We were undressing each other with our eyes and we knew we
couldn't go much longer without touching each other again. So, after about
an hour, we packed up our stuff and headed back home.

I would have taken Jeremy to my place; it would have been the smarter
choice. But my cleaning lady was there that day. So, we went back to my
brother's house. I just had to keep an eye on the time. We had to be out of
the house before my brother came home with Jeremy's car.

During the drive home, I decided it was time to confess. "Hey Jer, I'm not
sure if you know this, but we've been together a few times before."

He gave me a sly grin, "I figured that out."

I gave him a surprised look, "You did? How?"

We were at a stoplight, to he retrieved his phone and pulled up a picture
of a cock. "As soon as I saw your cock close up, I recognized it. I have
memorized this picture."

I recognized it as my own, "When did you take that picture?"

He shrugged and put his phone back in his pocket, "I take pictures of all
the guys I like."

I thought for a few seconds, then I said, "So if you recognize me, you know
what we've done together, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

I licked my lips and said, "I want to do it without a wall between us."

He groped my crotch and said, "Me too!"

As soon as we stepped inside the house, Jeremy dropped his shorts and took
off his t-shirt. I was as ready as he was, so I stepped out of my shorts
and walked up to him. I placed one hand on his jock pouch and another on
his ass. As much as I would have enjoyed fooling around without delay, I
felt very exposed in the living room. If anyone had walked in, we would
have had nowhere to hide. I let go of him and said, "Let's go upstairs."

We gathered our things and I watched his amazing butt and legs as he walked
up the stairs in front of me. I nearly drooled at the thought of finally
being up close and personal with his amazing hole. Without a wall between
us, I would be able to taste it finally. I would be able to spread his
cheeks and push my tongue into that sweet talented ass.

When we got to his room, I led him over to the bed and I pushed him onto
his back. I took off my t-shirt so we were both only in our jock straps. I
lay down beside him, my face next to his crotch. I then pulled his jock
pouch aside and retrieved his teenage cock. I held the pole so it was
sticking straight up. I admired the length. Then, looking into his eyes, I
licked the underside of his shaft. It tasted faintly of sweat and chlorine
from the water at the park.

I licked his shaft several times, then I pulled his balls free from the
jock pouch. I was amazed again at how big they were and how low they
hung. An image flashed quickly in my mind of him fucking a guy's ass and
his low-hanging balls swinging back and forth, smacking the guy's ass
cheeks with each thrust. I felt my cock release a drop of pre-cum into my
jock pouch as I pulled each ball into my mouth and slathered it in spit.

I then returned my attention to his cock and wrapped my lips around the
pink head. He surprised me by pulling my head off, "No, please. If you suck
me now, I'm going to cum. You're driving me crazy." He was panting heavily,
making it hard for him to speak.

I remembered what it was like to be a teenager, with my cock threatening to
spew out a load at a mere touch. Hell, I remembered only a few hours before
when both of us shot our loads with no warning. Some things never really
change.

I released his cock and went lower. As much as I wanted to suck his
beautiful prick, I wanted to eat his perfect ass even more. I licked his
balls one more time, then I held them up and continued licking down until I
was an inch from his rosebud. I lifted his legs and spread his cheeks.

There it was. His beautiful hairless pink hole. It was so small. Had I not
been inside it before, I might have worried about hurting him. But I knew
from experience that it could accommodate my girth. I looked down at it and
simply admired it. I studied every millimeter of the puckered circle. I
then looked into his eyes and said, "Your hole is beautiful, Jeremy."

He simply smiled and nodded at me. I then lowered my face to his ass and
kissed each cheek. I playfully bit them, wanting to eat him up. Then I
placed a finger on his hole and rubbed it a little. He wiggled his ass as I
did so. "Oh god, Ryan, yes."

I used two fingers to pull his ass lips apart. I saw the pink opening. It
winked at me. I smiled, knowing that Jeremy had done that to tease me. I
licked my index finger and gently pushed it inside. His hole was steamy and
tight. So tight that for a moment I wondered if I had really ever fucked
it. But after a few seconds with my digit inside him, I felt him relax.

I then pulled my finger out and dove in. I had wanted for so long to taste
his ass. I was not going to wait any longer. I started with my lips,
kissing his young hole. Then I pushed my tongue out and began to
lick. Jeremy moaned loudly, "Oh god, Ryan, that feels so good!"

I loved the taste of his hole. It was a mixture of sweat, chlorine and
natural musk. It put my senses into overdrive and I went to town on it. I
slowly pushed my tongue in as deep as it would go, then I pulled out and
sucked on his rosebud until I could wrap my lips around it. Then I repeated
that over and over again. Every now and then I would stop to insert a
finger.

The entire time I did this, my nephew writhed in pleasure. His moans were
so loud they were echoing off the walls. When my tongue was buried deep in
his hole, he placed his hands on top of my head, trying to press me further
inside. My nephew clearly enjoyed having his ass played with, and I was
more than happy to oblige.

The next time I pushed a finger in, he asked me, "Could you put two in?"

I did as he asked. He pressed his ass against my hand, forcing my fingers
inside his steamy tight hole. He then held my hand in place and began to
fuck himself on my fingers. After a few seconds of that, he reached over to
his bag and pulled out a container of lube. I smirked. The kid was a pro,
always prepared. He pulled my cock free from my jock strap, which was now
thoroughly soaked with my pre-cum. He applied some lube to my cock. As he
stroked it up and down, I felt electricity from my balls to my head. Damn,
his lubricated hand felt good! He then reached back and applied some to his
ass.

He asked, "Will you get on your back? I want to sit on it."

I rolled over onto my back, raised my arms and placed my hands behind my
head. I had been inside his ass before, so I knew what I was about to
feel. But this would be the first time I could do so and go fully balls
deep. And it was the first time I'd be able to see him and touch him while
it was happening. I was so turned on. I knew I would have to concentrate to
keep from cumming too quickly.

He got to his feet and began lowering his ass, aiming for my cock. As soon
as his puckered hole touched my cockhead, I took a deep breath.

My mind suddenly was flooded with memories. I had met Jeremy when he was 12
years old. I had watched for the last three years as he grew into an
adolescent. I had listened as his voice changed. I had watched as he had a
growth spurt. I had seen the hairs start growing on his face. I had seen
him lose his baby fat and became a lean maturing young man. That kid was
now a sexual being. No, not a kid. That's what I was realizing. He was a
young man who had embraced his sexual desires and was aggressively
satisfying them. And at that moment, his desire was to feel my cock –
his uncle's cock – deep inside his hole.

I didn't blink as I watched and felt him lower himself. My cockhead was
large, so I knew it would take him a bit of effort to get it in. But once
he got past the head, it should be smooth sailing. He grimaced when he felt
the head try to penetrate his tight hole. He took a few breaths and rocked
up and down. Then POP! My cockhead was past his outer ring and inside his
burning hot body.

He had been holding his eyes closed up until then, concentrating on opening
up. But as soon as my cockhead was inside him, he opened his eyes and
looked right into mine. He then got a huge smile on his face and said, "Oh
fuck that feels good."

I nodded my head. It felt good for me too. So good that I wanted to push up
to impale him completely. But this was all about allowing him to do what he
wanted, at his own pace. So, I stayed still and let him go for his own
ride. I stroked his muscular legs. "It does feel good, buddy. Your ass is
so tight and so hot."

He continued to smile, "And your cock is so big, so thick. I can't believe
you're inside me. I mean, I know this isn't the first time for us, but in
my mind it is. I have jacked off so many times fantasizing about you
fucking me. You're so hot. I never thought you'd be into this. OH MY GOD!"

He shouted that last phrase because he slowly had been taking more of my
cock into his tight hole the entire time he had been talking. And at that
last moment, he had bottomed out. My thick 7" cock was balls deep inside
him. A dollop of pre-cum oozed out of his cockhead. I pulled his jock pouch
back into place, covering his balls and dick. I would have loved to look at
them while I was fucking him, but I had another plan in mind. My pouch was
already soaked with my pre-cum. I wanted his to get equally soaked with his
own. Then I wanted us to swap jocks when we were through.

He cried out from the pain and the pleasure. I took deep breaths to keep
myself from cumming. Literally. If I had not tried to control it, I would
have flooded his bowels with my nut butter. The situation was too exciting.

He stayed in that position, not yet fucking himself, but simply enjoying
the sensation of my cock buried deep inside him. Then he rocked back and
forth. Still not pulling up and down, but simply back and forth, as if he
wanted my cock to hit him at every angle deep inside.

Then he repositioned his legs so he was on his knees, sitting on top of
me. He started grinding. Still not fucking himself. Just grinding his ass
around and around. I was amazed at how much he enjoyed getting fucked at
his age. When I was 16, I enjoyed getting fucked, but not nearly as much as
Jeremy apparently did. Boy, was Jeremy lucky. He had learned at a young age
what he liked and had embraced it.

He then leaned a little forward and started pumping up and down. Finally,
he had gotten to the fucking. He pulled his ass all the way up until my
head was the only thing inside, then he lowered himself all the way down
until his ass cheeks hit my pubic hair. His eyes were closed again, as he
got lost in the pleasure he was feeling. I simply watched my handsome
nephew. All I could do was concentrate on not cumming too soon. The feeling
of his velvety anal walls massaging my shaft was driving me to the boiling
point. Every inch of my body was tingling and my balls were screaming for
release.

He then opened his eyes and said, "Scoot up. So your back is against the
head board. I want to sit in your lap."

He pulled off me and my lube-covered cock smacked against my stomach. I
moved into position, now sitting upright on the bed. He straddled me then
lowered himself again on my cock. I wrapped my arms around him and guided
him down. As soon as our lips were close, he began to kiss me. The moment
his tongue touched mine, I groaned. We had never kissed before, not even
earlier when we sucked one another off.

Now that our lips were touching and our tongues were dancing, every part of
my body was in sensory overload. I was running out of willpower. This was
too intimate, too hot, too exciting. After a few thrusts, I groaned,
"Going...to...cum..."

He kissed me harder then said, "Yeah. Do it. Cum deep inside me."

I did. And it was intense. I usually have to pull out when I cum,
especially when I'm in such a tight ass. It's the only way for my load to
travel up my thick cock and out the piss hole. But there was no way I was
going to pull out. So I felt the excruciating, yet exquisite, pain of my
balls trying to push their load through my constricted shaft. The cum
eventually made it to its destination and my little swimmers flooded
Jeremy's hole.

I gasped for breath as my cock spewed load after load of jizz into my
nephew's hole. My loads were always huge. I didn't know how my balls did
it, but they never failed to deliver a massive amount of cum. And, even
though I couldn't see it, I knew they were doing so at that very moment. It
wasn't the first time I had cum inside Jeremy's ass. I knew he could take
such a large load. So I simply enjoyed the sensation of unloading inside
his sweet tight hole.

When the orgasm subsided, I realized Jeremy had stopped kissing me and was
cradling his head in my neck. He too was panting heavily. I wanted to make
him cum. I was prepared to let him do it however he wanted. I could jack
him, suck him or even let him fuck me. He had just given me a toe-curling
orgasm. He deserved anything he wanted and a whole lot more.

I started to pull him away from my chest so I could ask him how he wanted
to cum, but then I felt it. His jock strap pouch was soaking wet and cum
was leaking through it and out the side. At some point while I had been
flooding him with my ball juice, Jeremy had released his own into his
jock. And the amount rivaled mine. I smiled; I was going to enjoy sniffing
and licking that jock strap later.

Jeremy opened his eyes and said, "Wow! That was incredible. Best birthday
present ever!"

He was still sitting on my cock and, despite having just shot a load, it
wasn't deflating. I was ready for another round with him, but I wanted to
take a break. I wanted to take some time to talk with him about the men's
room activity. Then maybe we could go for one more round before we had to
get out of the house. "Glad you liked it. Let's get washed up then come
back to bed and cuddle for a while."

He very reluctantly pulled off my cock. Then we both headed to the bathroom
where we took a shower. We cleaned each other off, both of us enjoying
feeling every inch of each other's body. When I applied soap to his hole,
the little cum lover tried to push my semi-hard cock back inside. I told
him, "Damn! I'm not sure I can keep up with you!"

He laughed, "Sorry, Uncle Ryan. It's just that you're a dream come
true. Now that I know I can have you, I don't want to let you go."

I hugged him and said, "Likewise, buddy. But one thing you need to learn as
you grow up is self-control."

While drying off, I saw our jock straps on the counter. Jeremy had placed
them on a towel to dry. I picked them up and sniffed them. They were both
wet with our pre-cum, but his was also soaked through with his huge cum
load. I licked his pouch and enjoyed the almondy taste of his teenage
spooge. I then placed it back on the towel with mine. I would suggest we
swap them in a little while.

We lay down on the bed next to each other, then he placed an arm across my
torso and laid his head on my chest. He idly played with the light dusting
of hair on my pecs. Over the next half hour, we discussed our men's room
activity. We first discussed our memories of our times together. Then we
moved on to discussing some of our favorite experiences with other men.

I then asked him, "Have you ever gotten in trouble in there? I was caught a
few times by cops when I was younger. But each time, I was able to convince
them to let me go. I try to be very careful, but you never really know
who's in the stall next to you." I knew Jeremy had been arrested. I hoped
he was comfortable enough with me at that point to discuss it.

Jeremy was quiet for a few moments, then said, "Yeah, I got caught last
week. They even took me to the police station. But they let me go because
of my age. Clint had to pick me up. It was terrifying."

I responded, "Oh wow, Jer. I'm sorry to hear that. I'm glad they let you
go. How did my brother and your mom react?"

Jeremy took a long time to respond. I wasn't sure what to make of it. He
finally said, "Clint reacted surprisingly well, actually. I thought he'd be
angry, but he cared more about my emotional well-being than about what I
had done. He was very understanding. He hasn't told my mom. He says she
doesn't need to know."

I pulled him tight against me, "Sounds like it worked out OK then. If it
happens again, you can reach out to me for help, if you don't feel like
letting Clint know."

Jeremy mumbled, "Sure, OK."

I stroked his back and added, "My brother's a good guy." Jeremy was lucky
to have such an understanding man as a step-father. I thought about my
encounter with my brother in the men's room the day before. I wondered if
he had been there before, or if the situation with Jeremy had made him
curious.

We were both quiet for a few minutes, then we drifted off to sleep. The two
sex sessions, plus the time spent out in the hot sun at the water park,
conspired to drain us both of our energy.

We napped for a short while, then we both were woken up by a sound
outside. I panicked, thinking we had slept through the time that we needed
to leave. I looked at my phone and saw that we had another 45 minutes
before my brother was expected to arrive.

Jeremy jumped from the bed and looked out the window. He then slipped on a
pair of shorts and headed downstairs. I got up and started putting on my
clothes.

A minute later, Jeremy came back upstairs and said, "I thought I heard
someone. But my parents' cars aren't in the driveway and no one appears to
be downstairs."

He seemed to suddenly realize I was fully dressed. He gave me an odd look,
"You're not leaving, are you?"

I said, "No, of course not. I was just worried someone was here. But now
that we're up, why don't we go out for some ice cream or something?"

He pulled off his shorts and walked up to me. He placed his hand on my
crotch and asked, "Could we play one more time before going?"

We didn't have enough time, but his hand felt real good. I was very tempted
to agree to one more fuck session, when my phone buzzed. I knew immediately
it had to be Clint. With Jeremy still trying to initiate a fuck session, I
retrieved my phone.

All the blood drained from my face when I read the text. It said, "WTF! Get
out of Jer's room. Can't bring the car with u 2 in the house."

I was mortified.

I texted him back, "5 minutes."

I turned to Jeremy, who was still fondling my crotch through my shorts, and
said, "We have to get out now. Your father has a birthday surprise for you
and I was supposed to keep you away from the house. He just texted me to
say he's on the way. We have to be gone before he gets here."

Jeremy wasn't stupid. He knew the danger we were in. He jumped up and began
dressing again. I went into the bathroom and retrieved our jock straps. I
asked, "Do you mind if I take yours home with me?"

He smiled and said, "Only if I can keep yours."

I shoved his jock strap into my bag and he shoved mine into a drawer. We
then high-tailed it out of the house.

I was nervous as hell. How had my brother known I was in Jeremy's room? Had
he seen us?

End of Chapter 8.