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The more we talked, the hornier I got, but I also kept getting up more nerve to ask more leading questions. I asked him when he started jacking off and when he first started cumming when he jacked off and even asked if he still jacked off (of course, I knew my answer to that from the previous night and this afternoon), his answer however didn't match to what I knew. "No son, I don't have to do that anymore, thanks to your mother. Sometimes, she gets this thing in her and don't want me to pull it out," he laughed. I also asked him questions about how many women he had had sex with and how old he was when he first did it, then I got really brave and went in for the killer question. "Have you ever fooled around with guys, like those queers you hear about?" I asked. "Hell no, there's plenty of pussy around for me not to have to do that!" he answered. I felt deflated, I thought if he had said yes, I had a chance of something happening between us, but realized it was not likely to happen. As we pulled into the driveway, I was so disappointed, not to mention feeling foolish for almost hitting on my stepfather, the man who had been my dad for the past nine years, the only real father I knew. As we went into the house, my mother was packing a bag and said that she and my two sisters were going with her friend Dorothy and her daughter for a girl's weekend. When George protested, my mother said she and Dorothy had just decided it this afternoon when all the kids were in school and it would be a good opportunity for her to cool down after her fight with George. "I think this is just what I need right now, we'll be back Sunday night, there's plenty of food in the fridge for the two of you and I left two steaks out for you to grill tonight, love you both.", she said and then gave us each a kiss. "Okay," I thought, "so she isn't still mad at him like she was, at least she is talking to him, and he still hasn't had sex since the fight started, so maybe this weekend will be good after all, if nothing else, I'm sure to get to sneak peeks at him jacking off." I was feeling much better now. After my mom and my sisters left, George looked at me and said, "Well, I guess we are on our own now. I'll start the grill if you start the baked potatoes." George walked outside and fired up the grill and I put the potatoes into the microwave. As I finished, he called from outside and told me to bring him a beer. When I got out there with it, his son, Bobby was outside with him and told me to bring him one also. George's son Bobby was the youngest of George's three kids from his first marriage and looked the most like George, but was much taller. I had always thought Bobby was very sexy and when I was much younger, he treated me more like a baby brother than he did now that he was twenty-two. Bobby had just gotten married about three months earlier and he and his wife were still in the honeymoon stage. When I brought Bobby's beer out to him, he and George were making jokes about how much his dick hurt from using it all the time. Bobby and George were sitting in lawn chairs and the only place left for me to sit was on a reclining lounge chair, as I sat down, George got up and went to the back of his truck and brought out a cooler. As he opened it, he said to me, "If your mom and sisters can have a girl's weekend, we can have a boy's weekend, here," and he passed me a beer from his cooler. I had tasted beer a few times and never liked the taste, but wasn't going to say so with George and Bobby there, so I opened the can and took a big gulp. I made a face and Bobby started laughing at me and said, "You're such a pussy, Ricky." I ignored him and set back in the recliner. As George and Bobby talked about different things, I just sat there with my mouth shut and slowly drank my beer. Bobby's chair was right across from mine and since I was in the recliner, his crotch was right at my eye level. I had never seen Bobby's cock, but had noticed for years how big his crotch looked. As we set there on this night, I was staring right at it and when Bobby shifted in his chair and spread his legs apart, his cutoff jean shorts opened on one side and one of his nuts fell where I could see it. It was huge! It was even bigger than his father's and I couldn't help but wonder if his dick was bigger too. I was about to find out, because just then, Bobby stood up and walked a few feet away from us and pulled his dick out to take a piss. George and he just kept talking like nothing had happened and I tried to act like nothing was happening, but I couldn't help looking at his cock. It was beautiful, even soft. Since it was already about six inches, I was sure it would be amazing hard and it was the thickest cock I had ever seen. Bobby finished peeing and said he had to get home and told George he would talk to him later. I couldn't move from my chair as Bobby left, because seeing his wonderful cock had given me a huge hard-on. George told me to go check on the potatoes and as I got up, I stuffed my hands in my pockets to hide my woody. George started laughing and said, "When I was your age, I always had the same problem, that damned thing popping up all the time, still happens sometimes to me, but if you catch the head of it in your underwear waistband, nobody can tell." Although I was embarressed, I thought it was so kewl that George had noticed I had a boner, because he had obviously looked at my crotch, regardless of how innocently. By the time George and I had finished dinner, I had drank about 5 beers to his 12, but we were both pretty tipsy. Every time I stood up, I would stagger and George would laugh at me. As it got dark, we went into the house and started watching "Dallas" on TV. I was sitting in the chair and George was on the couch. After a few minutes, he pulled off his t-shirt and his pants and was just in his socks and briefs. He was not shy and usually would sit around this way at night, even when my sisters were home. I couldn't keep my mind on the television show, because I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye and every few minutes, he would adjust himself inside his briefs. I don't know if it was from him touching it, or the many beers he was still drinking, but he started to get a hard-on and I couldn't help watching it. I was a very shy kid and would never let anyone see me without my shirt and pants on normally, but feeling the buzz from the beers, I decided to pull my shirt and pants off as George had, he glanced over as I did this and said, "More comfortable, ain't it?" I just said, "Yeah," and sat back down. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and feeling the effects of the beer, got up my nerve to stand up (with my five inch cock, rock hard and poking at my underwear). I stretched myself as I stood up and made sure George could see my boner as I said I was going to bed. George looked over for just a few seconds and then as I walked toward the hall said, "Yeah, looks like you need to take care of that thing when you get there." and laughed. I said nothing as I walked to my room, but "taking care of that thing" was exactly what I wanted to do. As I got into bed, I had the idea to not sleep in my underwear as I usually did and so I removed them and let them lay on the floor. I laid there in bed very quietly for a long time, hoping to hear some noise coming from George on the couch, but could only hear the television. I decided I was getting nowhere with this and got up, pulled my underwear back on and walked back into the living room. As I walked in, George snapped the waistband of his underwear and jumped a little. I realized he must have been playing with himself, as he said, "I thought you were going to bed." I said, "Yeah, but I couldn't sleep." Although I know he noticed my still hard tent in my underwear, he said nothing as I set back down in the chair. Still feeling the effects of my first ever buzz, I started rubbing my cock through my underwear, very discreetly and noticed George was doing the same. We were both rock hard by this point and my heart was beating out of my chest from nervousness. Finally, George broke the spell we both seemed under when he stood up and said he was now going to bed. Fantastic I thought, so now I can go to bed and listen as he jacks off, which I was sure he would do. I turned off the TV and told him I was going back to bed also. Again lying in my bed naked and very quiet, I waited to hear sounds that would let me know he was jacking off. It was only minutes until I started to hear a slight rustle and decided to tiptoe to the door of my room, to see if I could catch a glimpse from his room. As I got to the door, I was shaking so hard, I thought there was no way he couldn't hear me, but from the look of it, he hadn't heard a thing. With the moonlight coming in from the window, I was very easily able to see him lying on his back, with one hand at the base of his cock and the other rubbing very slow strokes up the shaft. I almost shot a load right then. I watched him for what seemed forever, standing there in the door with nothing on and then I freaked, he started to get out of bed. I quickly ran back to my bed as he came into the hall. Since I had obviously made a great deal of noise on my return to bed, George paused in the doorway and said, "Richard, you asleep?" I didn't move and he went on toward the bathroom and then into the living room wearing nothing. In a second, I heard the sound of his cigarette lighter and got out of bed and pulled on my underwear again, still popping a tent from my boner. When I walked into the living room, George was sitting on the couch, with his legs spread and nothing on. There were no lights on in the room, but the moonlight allowed me to have a perfect view of his enormous cock. It was the first time I had seen it hard, without having to steal a glimpse (here it was right in front of me). It was beautiful, at least nine inches long, about six inches around and thick the whole length, with a huge round mushroom head. George made no attempts at hiding his hard-on from me, so I made no attempts at hiding mine in my underwear. As I set down, George said, "I couldn't sleep, guess I'm used to your mother being in the bed." I wasn't sure what to say, so all I came up with was, "Yeah, I can't sleep either." We were both quiet for awhile and then as he put his cigarette out, George said, "Well, since neither of us can sleep, maybe we could both fall asleep if you slept in the bed with me." George and I had slept in the same bed before, throughout the years, but usually just on camping trips or vacations. Since I was finally getting the chance I had wanted so badly for the last two days, I wasn't about to refuse and quickly said, "Okay." We headed back off to bed, but this time, we were headed to only the one bed, his...and my mother's. George was only semi hard now as he crawled into bed, but I was still rock hard and with my beer induced nerve, decided since he had just gotten in bed with nothing on, I would remove my underwear. I let them fall on the floor, and thought how my mother must do the same thing when she has sex with this man. George made no comment as I removed my underwear, we both laid very still and I could see from the corner of my eye that George was now fully hard again, under the sheet. I pretended to fall fast asleep and rolled onto my side, facing George, when he didn't move, I snuggled over closer to him and made soft sleeping sounds. It was only a few moments, until George quietly whispered, "You asleep, son?" I said nothing, and snuggled a little closer toward him, so that my knee was barely touching the side of his hip. After a few minutes, George pulled the cover down past his hips and then using his foot, pushed them down to the foot of the bed, this left him totally bare in the moonlight and me partially bare beside of him. Looking through squinted eyes, I stared at his amazing cock, as he spit in his hand and started to rub it. Being so close to him as he was slowly jacking off, I wanted so bad to touch it, but instead, I snuggled still closer to him and this time, I let my one leg rest slightly on his upper leg. As I did this, he raised his left arm from his side and cupped it around my shoulder. Taking this opportunity, I pushed myself completely against him and we were now completely cuddled with him on his back, left arm around me and my head resting on his left chest. I was in heaven and loving every second of this. George started again to stroke his cock and with our new position, my left arm was across his abdomen as he jerked himself off. I stopped trying to pretend to have my eyes shut and had them fully open as I lay there watching my stepfather stroke his cock, with me curled up against him. At that moment, I knew I wanted to do anything I could to help him satisfy the fact that my mother had refused him sex last night and had left him alone without sex this night. I had no idea how long it had been since they had sex, but I knew I hadn't heard them in weeks and it was obvious George was very horned up. After a few minutes of watching him, I pulled up all the nerve I had in my 14 year old body and lifted my hand from his stomach to his cock. I grabbed it firmly with my young hand, but was not able to wrap my hand completely around it. George moved his hand as soon as I did this and turned to me whispering, "We shouldn't be doing this, you should go back to your bed, son." My response was as quiet as his comment, "George, I want to do this. I wanted to help you last night when Mom wouldn't let you have sex. I heard you jacking off, I saw you go to the bathroom last night. I did push the door open to the bathroom when you were jacking off in there today. Please George, don't make me go back to my bed, tell me how to help you, I want to do anything to help you cum, let me sleep here just tonight, we never have to do it again, but please, let me help you cum, please George, please, please... Daddy?" George started to cry very softly and said, "I love you Richard, I love you as much as I do my own children, I always wanted to do this with one of my own boys, but they never let me get this far, all they ever gave me was the opportunity to watch them jack off, or for me to let them catch me jacking off. I remember when I first met your mother, you were only five years old. I couldn't wait to meet you when she told me she had a young son. When I looked into those big brown eyes of yours the first time, I knew I had to do whatever I could to get this opportunity with you. "I've waited nine long years, your growing up right before my eyes, and I almost thought I would never get the chance while you were still a boy. I still wish one of my sons had ever given me this chance, but you are also one of my sons (if only by law). I don't want you to go back to your bed, I do want you to stay here and help me to cum and I want to help you to cum also, but I must stress to you, nobody can ever know about this, promise?" "I promise," I said and I started to cry with joy as George rolled me onto my back and put his lips to mine. To be continued? Archivist's note: Because the author submitted this work anonymously, we will be unable to honor any request for parts not already posted. If the author submits more parts, we will post them, if not, the story ends here. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 61