Jack Barker watched his girlfriend's son go into the garage, and after making sure that his soon-to-be wife was in the bathroom, went out the back door and toward the garage. Jack had just moved into the modest old farmhouse a couple of days ago, although he had spent a lot of time there in the year he had been courting Alice Randolph.
Jack liked Alice Randolph a lot, but he also had another interest with the same last name, first name Patrick, and he had a sneaking suspicion that the skinny little lad had more than a little interest in him too.
Alice didn't know that her son was gay, much to Jack's surprise, since it seemed obvious to Jack that Patrick was. Maybe it was because Jack had a lifetime of experience in that regard, but right away he sensed that the shy little nerd wasn't playing Dungeons and Dragons behind his locked bedroom door when his friend Matthew used to visit.
So cute, Jack sighed as he looked through the window of the garage at Patrick, who was oblivious to him being eyeballed. The lad looked a lot like his mother in many ways; dirty blonde hair and a skinny body that probably didn't have more than 130 pounds on his 5'7" frame, but then again his real father was not exactly a macho man either.
"You're so unlike Henry," Alice had said back when he first started having sex with the woman he was going to marry next month. "I can't believe how different it is with you."
The petite 47 year old woman had said that after about 5 minutes of trying to catch her breath after Jack Barker had nearly put the little lady through the headboard, becoming only the second man she had even been that intimate with, or so she had claimed, and Jack had no reason to doubt her, given her obvious inexperience and shock after seeing him naked.
Her son had seen him naked, or at least that was what Jack thought, having noticed the shadow of feet outside the bedroom and bathroom doors. That was how Jack found out that you could actually see a little bit through the crack in the old bathroom barrier.
Jack had taken advantage of that himself, having taken a peek after the shower had gone off one day. Jack had been curious, because while little Patrick was a man as far as age goes, he had a boyish quality about him, but the limited glimpse he had gotten of the lad drying off was all he needed to be able to put his guilt aside.
Cute bottom, Jack mused as Patrick bent over and fiddled with his bike chain, and cute everywhere else. Not much muscle, but no fat and no scars or tattoos, and very little hair on that lithe frame that had gotten Jack's attention from the start, and as he closed the door behind himself and walked quietly toward the lad, young Patrick hadn't even noticed him enter.
"Bike trouble?" Jack asked, and Patrick almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice behind him, prompting the older man to apologize. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you heard me enter."
"No, it's okay," Patrick replied, his face flushed from bending over. "The chain slipped a couple of days ago and I'm just checking it."
"If you want, I'd be happy to give you a ride somewhere," Jack offered, putting his hand on Patrick's back as the lad knelt back down.
"No, thanks anyway, Mr. Barker. I was just going to go out for a ride."
"Now, I thought we discussed the Mr. Barker stuff," Jack said, moving his hand up and kneading the lad's shoulder gently, a shoulder that was no more muscular than his mother's. "I'm going to be your step-father pretty soon, and while I don't expect you to call me Dad, the least you can do is call me Jack."
"Sorry - Jack," Patrick said with a smile. "I keep forgetting."
"That's okay," Jack said, looking down at the lad, the sun coming in from the window shining on him, making the dusting of golden hairs on the boy's calves sparkle. "I know it's tough on you with me moving in, and I appreciate you being so good about it. With you going off to college soon, at least you won't have to put up with me all that much."
"No, you're a neat guy," Patrick replied. "Mom's crazy about you, and I like it when she's happy."
"That's great. She did a nice job of raising you," Jack said. "The way she keeps making that honey-do list though - I get tired just looking at it."
"Yeah. Nothing has been done around here since Dad left," Patrick said as he stood up. "I'm not much good at fixing things."
"I'm pretty handy," Jack said as he looked down at the lad who was about a head shorter than him, his hands still on his shoulder. "One thing your Mom wanted me to do is replace the bathroom door, or at least fix it. Did you know that you can see through that vertical crack to the right side?"
"Really?" Patrick said, and Jack saw the barely visible Adam's Apple bob in the lad's throat.
"Yeah, you can see pretty good through there too," Jack said, giving the bony shoulder a little squeeze. "Smart kid like you, I figure would have noticed that. Heck, I used to try and peek in on my Mom, and she wasn't nearly as pretty as yours is. It's only natural. You sure you never peeked in there?"
"Uh - maybe once or twice," Patrick said, and Jack saw his hand shaking on the handlebar.
"Thought so," Jack said, and with his free hand took the bike away from them and leaned it against the side of the garage. "Funny thing was that I thought I noticed somebody outside the bathroom door after I got out of the showers a couple of times. You can see the shadows at the gap between the door and the floor, did you know that?"
"No," Patrick said in a voice that sounded like it was still changing.
"You have anything to say for yourself, Patrick?" Jack asked as both of his hands went up to Patrick's shoulders.
"Sorry?" Patrick said/asked in response, and the older man could feel the lad's body shaking.
"No need to be," Jack said as he let his left hand slide down from Patrick's shoulder and move down the scrawny chest with the logo of some video game on the t-shirt. "In fact, after I noticed that crack in the door, I looked through it myself, and you know what?"
"What?" Patrick croaked as his future stepfather's hand reached the top of his baggy shorts and slid underneath the waistband.
"I liked what I saw," Jack hissed into Patrick's ear as his fingers raked through the little nest of pubic hair and grabbed the slender tube that hung below it. "I liked it a lot."
"Omigod," Patrick moaned, falling back into his mother's boyfriend as the older man pulled on his dick, stretching the flaccid organ as far as he could while his other hand coaxed his lad's shorts and underwear down. "My mom..."
"She's in the shower," Jack whispered, giving the boy's ear a nibble as he looked down at the cock he was pulling on, a very modest endowment that was growing rapidly and very noticeably under his urging. "Just relax."
"Figured you for a grower," Jack sighed as the slender pale tube went from a wrinkled spout to an arching prong, the length even more impressive as it was attached to such a little fellow. "Look at your cock - that's nice."
"Gonna cum if you don't..."
"Want you to cum," Jack said as he wrapped his entire fist around Patrick's cock and started jerking him hard. "Just tell me - when you looked at me through the door - did you like what you saw?"
"Yes... omigod yes," Patrick moaned, almost going limp in Jack's arms as his orgasm charged through his loins, sending ropes of cum all over the wall of the garage, and the older man didn't stop jacking even after Patrick had stopped cumming.
"Oh, you cum so good," Jack sighed, continuing to pull hard on the dick even after it went limp, milking every drop oout of the deflated organ while stretching it to the limit before finally letting go, and then brought his hand up to his mouth before adding. "Tastes good too. Made quite a mess though."
The wall of the garage had strings of cum on it, and even Patrick's bike had some hanging on the spokes of the tire.
"Maybe we could get better acquainted sometime," Jack suggested. "I could come visit your room..."
"No - it's too close to Mom's - I mean your room," Patrick said as he pulled up his shorts. "I can hear everything sometimes."
"Why do you still come down and stand at the door if you can hear so well?" Jack said with a smile.
"So I can hear better," Patrick answered sheepishly with a red face, probably from a combination of embarrassment and exertion. "Sounded like you were killing her in the beginning."
"You must have heard noises back when your Dad was here," Jack said.
"Not like that," Patrick snorted.
"So where can we get together?" Jack asked.
"The cellar maybe?" Patrick suggested. "Or if it's nice out, maybe we could go out back?"
"I'm open minded," Jack admitted.
"Maybe some night when Mom is tired or something..."
"That doesn't make any difference," Jack said. "She can only last one round, so after she drops off - unless you would feel creepy about me smelling like her mouth or her - you know."
"No," Patrick said. "Actually, that would be kinda hot. I love my Mom."
"Better yet, maybe the three of us could get together," Jack said with a chuckle.
"That would be awesome."
"I was kidding."
"I know, and Mom is too square for that anyway," Patrick admitted. "Matthew - now his Mom is - never mind."
"Really?" Jack retorted. "Interesting. Haven't seen him around lately."
"We had a fight a couple months ago," Patrick confessed.
"Too bad. So you guys - well - I was just curious. You've done things," Jack asked, and then asked, "You like anal?"
"Yeah."
"Me too, but your Mom, she's kinda scared - she won't..."
"Can't blame her," Patrick snorted, looking down at Jack's crotch.
"Hey, what you saw through the crack, that's pretty much it. I don't grow like you do."
"That's good," Patrick said with a grin. "Matthew - he's not built like you."
"Don't worry," Jack said. "I'll be gentle."
"I didn't say that," Patrick said, pawing at the ground.
Jack liked Alice Randolph a lot, but he also had another interest with the same last name, first name Patrick, and he had a sneaking suspicion that the skinny little lad had more than a little interest in him too.
Alice didn't know that her son was gay, much to Jack's surprise, since it seemed obvious to Jack that Patrick was. Maybe it was because Jack had a lifetime of experience in that regard, but right away he sensed that the shy little nerd wasn't playing Dungeons and Dragons behind his locked bedroom door when his friend Matthew used to visit.
So cute, Jack sighed as he looked through the window of the garage at Patrick, who was oblivious to him being eyeballed. The lad looked a lot like his mother in many ways; dirty blonde hair and a skinny body that probably didn't have more than 130 pounds on his 5'7" frame, but then again his real father was not exactly a macho man either.
"You're so unlike Henry," Alice had said back when he first started having sex with the woman he was going to marry next month. "I can't believe how different it is with you."
The petite 47 year old woman had said that after about 5 minutes of trying to catch her breath after Jack Barker had nearly put the little lady through the headboard, becoming only the second man she had even been that intimate with, or so she had claimed, and Jack had no reason to doubt her, given her obvious inexperience and shock after seeing him naked.
Her son had seen him naked, or at least that was what Jack thought, having noticed the shadow of feet outside the bedroom and bathroom doors. That was how Jack found out that you could actually see a little bit through the crack in the old bathroom barrier.
Jack had taken advantage of that himself, having taken a peek after the shower had gone off one day. Jack had been curious, because while little Patrick was a man as far as age goes, he had a boyish quality about him, but the limited glimpse he had gotten of the lad drying off was all he needed to be able to put his guilt aside.
Cute bottom, Jack mused as Patrick bent over and fiddled with his bike chain, and cute everywhere else. Not much muscle, but no fat and no scars or tattoos, and very little hair on that lithe frame that had gotten Jack's attention from the start, and as he closed the door behind himself and walked quietly toward the lad, young Patrick hadn't even noticed him enter.
"Bike trouble?" Jack asked, and Patrick almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice behind him, prompting the older man to apologize. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you heard me enter."
"No, it's okay," Patrick replied, his face flushed from bending over. "The chain slipped a couple of days ago and I'm just checking it."
"If you want, I'd be happy to give you a ride somewhere," Jack offered, putting his hand on Patrick's back as the lad knelt back down.
"No, thanks anyway, Mr. Barker. I was just going to go out for a ride."
"Now, I thought we discussed the Mr. Barker stuff," Jack said, moving his hand up and kneading the lad's shoulder gently, a shoulder that was no more muscular than his mother's. "I'm going to be your step-father pretty soon, and while I don't expect you to call me Dad, the least you can do is call me Jack."
"Sorry - Jack," Patrick said with a smile. "I keep forgetting."
"That's okay," Jack said, looking down at the lad, the sun coming in from the window shining on him, making the dusting of golden hairs on the boy's calves sparkle. "I know it's tough on you with me moving in, and I appreciate you being so good about it. With you going off to college soon, at least you won't have to put up with me all that much."
"No, you're a neat guy," Patrick replied. "Mom's crazy about you, and I like it when she's happy."
"That's great. She did a nice job of raising you," Jack said. "The way she keeps making that honey-do list though - I get tired just looking at it."
"Yeah. Nothing has been done around here since Dad left," Patrick said as he stood up. "I'm not much good at fixing things."
"I'm pretty handy," Jack said as he looked down at the lad who was about a head shorter than him, his hands still on his shoulder. "One thing your Mom wanted me to do is replace the bathroom door, or at least fix it. Did you know that you can see through that vertical crack to the right side?"
"Really?" Patrick said, and Jack saw the barely visible Adam's Apple bob in the lad's throat.
"Yeah, you can see pretty good through there too," Jack said, giving the bony shoulder a little squeeze. "Smart kid like you, I figure would have noticed that. Heck, I used to try and peek in on my Mom, and she wasn't nearly as pretty as yours is. It's only natural. You sure you never peeked in there?"
"Uh - maybe once or twice," Patrick said, and Jack saw his hand shaking on the handlebar.
"Thought so," Jack said, and with his free hand took the bike away from them and leaned it against the side of the garage. "Funny thing was that I thought I noticed somebody outside the bathroom door after I got out of the showers a couple of times. You can see the shadows at the gap between the door and the floor, did you know that?"
"No," Patrick said in a voice that sounded like it was still changing.
"You have anything to say for yourself, Patrick?" Jack asked as both of his hands went up to Patrick's shoulders.
"Sorry?" Patrick said/asked in response, and the older man could feel the lad's body shaking.
"No need to be," Jack said as he let his left hand slide down from Patrick's shoulder and move down the scrawny chest with the logo of some video game on the t-shirt. "In fact, after I noticed that crack in the door, I looked through it myself, and you know what?"
"What?" Patrick croaked as his future stepfather's hand reached the top of his baggy shorts and slid underneath the waistband.
"I liked what I saw," Jack hissed into Patrick's ear as his fingers raked through the little nest of pubic hair and grabbed the slender tube that hung below it. "I liked it a lot."
"Omigod," Patrick moaned, falling back into his mother's boyfriend as the older man pulled on his dick, stretching the flaccid organ as far as he could while his other hand coaxed his lad's shorts and underwear down. "My mom..."
"She's in the shower," Jack whispered, giving the boy's ear a nibble as he looked down at the cock he was pulling on, a very modest endowment that was growing rapidly and very noticeably under his urging. "Just relax."
"Figured you for a grower," Jack sighed as the slender pale tube went from a wrinkled spout to an arching prong, the length even more impressive as it was attached to such a little fellow. "Look at your cock - that's nice."
"Gonna cum if you don't..."
"Want you to cum," Jack said as he wrapped his entire fist around Patrick's cock and started jerking him hard. "Just tell me - when you looked at me through the door - did you like what you saw?"
"Yes... omigod yes," Patrick moaned, almost going limp in Jack's arms as his orgasm charged through his loins, sending ropes of cum all over the wall of the garage, and the older man didn't stop jacking even after Patrick had stopped cumming.
"Oh, you cum so good," Jack sighed, continuing to pull hard on the dick even after it went limp, milking every drop oout of the deflated organ while stretching it to the limit before finally letting go, and then brought his hand up to his mouth before adding. "Tastes good too. Made quite a mess though."
The wall of the garage had strings of cum on it, and even Patrick's bike had some hanging on the spokes of the tire.
"Maybe we could get better acquainted sometime," Jack suggested. "I could come visit your room..."
"No - it's too close to Mom's - I mean your room," Patrick said as he pulled up his shorts. "I can hear everything sometimes."
"Why do you still come down and stand at the door if you can hear so well?" Jack said with a smile.
"So I can hear better," Patrick answered sheepishly with a red face, probably from a combination of embarrassment and exertion. "Sounded like you were killing her in the beginning."
"You must have heard noises back when your Dad was here," Jack said.
"Not like that," Patrick snorted.
"So where can we get together?" Jack asked.
"The cellar maybe?" Patrick suggested. "Or if it's nice out, maybe we could go out back?"
"I'm open minded," Jack admitted.
"Maybe some night when Mom is tired or something..."
"That doesn't make any difference," Jack said. "She can only last one round, so after she drops off - unless you would feel creepy about me smelling like her mouth or her - you know."
"No," Patrick said. "Actually, that would be kinda hot. I love my Mom."
"Better yet, maybe the three of us could get together," Jack said with a chuckle.
"That would be awesome."
"I was kidding."
"I know, and Mom is too square for that anyway," Patrick admitted. "Matthew - now his Mom is - never mind."
"Really?" Jack retorted. "Interesting. Haven't seen him around lately."
"We had a fight a couple months ago," Patrick confessed.
"Too bad. So you guys - well - I was just curious. You've done things," Jack asked, and then asked, "You like anal?"
"Yeah."
"Me too, but your Mom, she's kinda scared - she won't..."
"Can't blame her," Patrick snorted, looking down at Jack's crotch.
"Hey, what you saw through the crack, that's pretty much it. I don't grow like you do."
"That's good," Patrick said with a grin. "Matthew - he's not built like you."
"Don't worry," Jack said. "I'll be gentle."
"I didn't say that," Patrick said, pawing at the ground.