Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 09:43:00 -0500
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel, Part 3 - Jason and Andrew - Chapter 6

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 3 - Jason and Andrew - Chapter 6 - Jason

by Tim Foure
copyright  2002 by  Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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This story is a continuation of "Me and Dad the Sequel". Different
characters are narrating different parts of the story, so you need to take
note of who's talking as you read each chapter.

Chapter 6 - Jason

Thursday after school I told Jeff about what had happened with my dad. This
was the fourth time that week we had come to my house. Usually we decided
where we would go after school depending on what we wanted to do. Now there
was no question about that. We knew what we wanted to do and there was
almost never anybody home at my house. There was always somebody home at
Jeff's.

We had settled into a pattern on Monday afternoon that we'd followed each
day after that. First Jeff would jerk me off. Then I would do it to
him. Then he would do it to me again. After that we would play with each
other's dicks for a while. Each day Jeff would get hard again while he was
jerking me off the second time. I just stayed hard. I had tried on both
Monday and Tuesday to make him cum a second time, but it hadn't worked
either time so I quit trying. He still liked me to rub his dick and stroke
it though. And he liked to play with my foreskin.  It had always fascinated
him before when we would investigate each other's dicks or do something
that let us touch each other, but since just touching was all we did, we
both lost interest after a while. Now he could play with it from the time
we got home until we heard my mom's garage door go up. I let him do what he
wanted because I figured what he was doing wasn't much different from what
I had done to Dave. It didn't take a lot of brains to see the connection. I
guess Jeff just stored up in his head what he saw because he couldn't draw
worth anything.

I gave him all the details about me and my dad after he jerked me off the
second time. Then he got them all a second time as he asked questions.

"You really touched his dick?" was the first thing he asked me.

"Yeah, when I was helping him wipe up the cum."

"Was he still hard?"

"Like half way maybe."

"How big was it when it was still hard?"

Jeff had seen my dad's dick lots of times in the mornings in the bathroom
when he was staying over with me but he never saw it hard. Neither had I
until that night. I held my fingers apart to show him how big it had
gotten.

"Wow, that's big! I don't think Matt's is that big. How did it feel to
touch it?"

"It was hot and kinda heavy feeling. I started thinking about how great it
would be to jerk him off."

"You mean right then?"

"Sure. I knew he couldn't cum again that fast. But I woulda liked to
anyhow."

"You said there was a lot of cum? I guess you make more when you get
older."

Jeff was still producing a few drops every time. One kleenex was plenty to
wipe it off my hand.  But at least he was making cum. I was a little bit
jealous of him. But then I could have another orgasm right away and he
couldn't. I'd already figured out I could do it more times if I did it in
the shower with soap. My dick didn't start to get raw when I used the soap
like it did when I just used my hand.

"His cum was all over the place. And it was hard to get it out of his pubic
hair. It kind of clumped up and I had to be careful so I wasn't pulling
hair when I was getting it out."

"And he just sat there and let you do that?"

"No he was wiping it off other places. There was a lot of it."

"Does Mike make a lot of it too?"

"He did the first time but not as much the second time. He said how much
you make depends on how long it's been since you did it last time."

"I guess that means your dad didn't do it for a while before that."

"I didn't think of that. I bet you're right."

After that I started wondering what the chances were I would get to do it
with my dad again in the shower on Saturday morning. I almost always
showered with him on Saturdays if I was in the bathroom when he was. That
got Jeff to talking about Saturday mornings at his house. He told me a lot
of times he would go into Matt's room and sit on his bed while Matt just
lay there under the covers. He said they would talk about all kinds of
stuff. He also told me Matt had started sleeping with nothing on so it
usually meant he got a look at him if Matt got up while he was still
there. He half promised to talk to Matt about jerking off to see if he
could get him to show him how to do it.


I woke up early on Saturday morning, a lot earlier than I usually do. The
first thing that came into my head was whether or not my dad was already in
the bathroom. A lot of times he wakes up the same time on weekends as he
does during the week. I do that sometimes too but not always. I wanted to
be sure to get in the bathroom when he was in there. But it turned out it
was really early. I thought about going back to sleep but in the end I was
too nervous to do it because I was afraid I wouldn't wake up in time. I
went and peed and then I got back in bed and jerked off real slow. By the
time I was almost finished the second time I heard my dad close the
bathroom door. I jumped out of bed and practically ran into the
bathroom. My dad was lathering up his face to shave. He looked at me in the
mirror.

"Hi!" I said.

"Morning, Jace," he said.

I could see his eyes move down to my dick and then back up to my face. I
was in such a hurry to get in there that I forgot I had a hardon even
though I had been jerking off when I got out of bed.  I decided it didn't
matter since there wasn't anything I could do about it and he already saw
it anyhow. I leaned against the counter and watched him shave. He makes
funny faces when he pulls the skin around to make it tight for the
razor. When I was little I used to laugh at him for doing that.

As he was finishing, I said to him, "I'm gonna get the water set, ok?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

I had it just right when he got in the shower with me and closed the door.

"Who goes first?" he asked.

"Me," I told him.

"Close your eyes," he told me, "and your mouth." He shoved me under the
spray, squirted some shampoo into my hair, and worked up a lather. I didn't
spend near as long washing my hair when I did it during the week as he did
on Saturdays, but that was ok because it felt good the way he rubbed my
head with his fingers. When he was finished, he shoved my head back under
the spray and rinsed the lather out. Then he pulled me back, took the soap,
and lathered up my back. We always washed each other's backs because they
are hard to reach. Usually he would tickle my sides some while he was doing
it and he would have to hold me up because I would just about collapse from
laughing. That meant I would slide around against him a lot because of the
soap all over me. I figured he would do that this time too, so I decided
when he did I would turn around and rub my front against him instead of my
back. That way I could rub my hard dick against his legs and maybe even
touch his dick with my hands if I could control myself enough.

Just like he was reading my mind, he tickled me when he finished washing my
back. I pressed back against him and then turned around right away in his
arms. He pulled me against him as he continued to tickle my sides. I was
laughing so hard I could barely tell what was happening but I was
determined to touch his dick. When he stopped tickling me and I got my
breath, my hands were right against it and my dick was pressed against his
leg.

"That was mean!" I told him as I did every time he did it. It was the
beginning of a conversation we had almost every Saturday morning.

"Not my fault if you're ticklish."

"So are you!"

"Then you can get me back."

"Maybe I'll wait and get you back later when you're not expecting it."

"You can't fool me that easy. I know you'll do it first chance you get."

"I might not!" But I knew I would. I always did.

He pushed past me as we swapped ends of the tub and wet his hair under the
spray. Then he squatted down so I could reach his head. He had started
doing that when I was smaller and continued even though I could now reach
his hair, but it was still easier for me if he squatted down. I lathered
him up and rubbed his head for a long time because I knew he liked it. Then
I pushed him forward so I could rinse out the soap. When I was done he
stood up. He always said he was too old to squat like that for long. Then I
began to wash his shoulders and his back.

When I got to the top of his butt, I reached around him and began to tickle
his belly. I knew he was as ticklish there as I was under my arms. But it
also meant I would have my soapy hands near his dick. He doubled over right
away forcing my hands downward. I could feel his pubic hair and the base of
his dick.

"Hey! No fair!" he forced out through the laughs. "I tickled your sides!"

"So what? I'm getting you back this way."

I continued to dig the fingers of one hand into his belly while I moved the
other one around his crotch feeling his dick and balls. He was pressed back
against me and squirming to try to get away. My hard dick was pressed
against his leg. I could feel it rubbing against both the hair on his leg
and the lather that had run down from his back. It felt really good.

"I swear I'll get you back!" He told me between laughs. "You're raising the
bar!"

I held onto him and kept tickling him with one hand while I felt him with
the other one.  Suddenly he spun around in my arms. I could feel his dick
pressing against my belly. It wasn't hard, but I could still feel it as it
rubbed against the soap I had gotten on me from being pressed against his
back. I tried to hold onto him, but he grabbed my shoulders and spun me
around.  Then he held me against his chest with one arm while he tickled me
all over my belly.

That was more than I could stand. I tried to roll up into a ball, lifting
my feet off the bottom of the tub while he held me up. I must have been too
heavy for him because he stopped tickling me and put that hand against the
side of the tub. Then I felt us both moving down until he was sitting on
the bottom of the tub and I was rolled up in a ball in his lap. I was just
getting my breath when he began to tickle me again.

"No! Please!" I begged.

"Promise to stop?" he asked.

"I promise!" I said between laughs.

"Better stick to it. Or else. Hear me?" He slid his hands onto my arms and
grabbed my wrists.

"I hear you," I told him as I turned my wrists in his grip as if I was
trying to get away.

In fact I was practically exhausted from laughing. There was no way I would
start things up again. And besides, I had other plans. As soon as I got my
breath, I asked him, "Are you gonna jerk off?"

"What? Am I gonna what?"

"Jerk off. You said you like to do it in the shower because it's not so
messy."

He had let go of my wrists when I asked him the question, so I started to
turn around until I was facing him. There wasn't much room, though, like
maybe only a foot between us when I finished turning. My legs were on top
of his and sticking past his sides. I started stroking my dick right away.

"I think I also told you it was usually something people did privately."

"Yeah, but you said it would be ok if I did it with Jeff so it doesn't have
to be private all the time.  And you and I have already done it together
once. It felt really good rubbing up against you with the soap. I want to
do it now." I noticed his dick was getting bigger while I was talking and
stroking.

He seemed to be having trouble deciding what to say. Finally he came out
with, "I'm glad you feel comfortable being so open with me about this."

"I always talk to you about everything." I knew that wasn't really true and
I figured he knew it too, but I think he got the idea of what I was trying
to tell him.

"I'm glad you do. I'll always tell you the truth too. I want you to keep on
feeling that way."

"Don't worry. I do."

His dick had gotten completely hard and was pointing at me. I wanted to
touch it so bad. Then I got the idea that if I would just have my orgasm
and get it over with, I could grab his dick. I just gave into it and got
that great feeling all over. I closed my eyes at the end but I could see
him watching me before I did. Then as soon as I was finished, I moved my
hand from my dick to his, wrapping my fingers around it. I meant to slide
his foreskin back so I could get a good look at the head, but I hadn't
grabbed it very tight and it was so slick with soap that my hand just slid
down it to the base.

"Are you gonna do it now?" I asked him. "You already got a hardon." I
squeezed his dick as if to emphasize the fact.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe. . ."

I wasn't going to give him a chance to say no. "Can I do it to you? I
already did it to Jeff. It's fun!" I began stroking his dick, holding it
tighter so the skin started sliding on and off the head.  And best of all,
he didn't stop me.

"When did you and Jeff . . . ?"

"The day after you showed me how. And you know what? He can make cum. Not a
whole lot of it but some. And he's younger than me." All the while I kept
stroking his dick.

"Age isn't always a good indicator of when people will mature physically.
His genes were programmed to take him through puberty sooner than yours."

"I don't mind. I figured out I can have more orgasms than he can because I
can do it again right away and he can't. Am I doing this right?" I was
holding his dick backwards of the way I hold mine since I was sitting
facing him. I was trying to slide my little finger around on the head the
way I would have my thumb if I had been doing my own.

"You're doing just fine. You might hold it a little tighter."

"Show me, ok?"

He wrapped his hand over mine on his dick and started to squeeze my hand
against his dick.  When he had it the way he wanted it, he said, "Like
that."

I continued stroking but with a tighter grip.

"How did you find out you could have more than one orgasm? Well, that's a
stupid question. I guess I know the answer to that. What I meant was, when
did you get a chance to do all this since Wednesday night?"

"Thursday and yesterday. And Wednesday night too. I did it again right
after you left and then two more times before I went to sleep Wednesday
night."

"Wow! That's a lot."

"Is it too much?"

"No, not really. Just be careful not to make yourself sore. You can rub
your skin raw."

"I'll be careful. I promise. Am I still doing this right?"

"I'm getting close. The head is getting more sensitive. Stop rubbing it
with your finger and just slide the skin over it."

I noticed his eyes were closed and he had this great look on his face. It
was like a real intense smile. Then I heard him suck in his breath. I felt
his dick swell up and cum shot across my wrist and up my arm. His dick
swelled each time more cum came out. At the end it just dribbled onto my
wrist. I kept right on stroking but I was careful not to touch the head
because it sounded like he got sensitive there afterwards just like Jeff
did. He didn't open his eyes until his dick started to go soft.

"Was that good?" I asked him.

He smiled at me. "It was great! Just great!"

"Look, I can make cum after all." I let go of his dick and rubbed the cum
from my wrist onto my dick.

"Looks like you can after all," he said with a laugh.

"I'm gonna use it to jerk off again." I grabbed my dick and began to
stroke.  Then after a few seconds I asked him, "Would you do it for me?"

He didn't hesitate at all. "Sure. Why not. Turnabout's fair play after
all."  I let go of my dick and he took hold of it right away, starting to
stroke it.

After a minute when he seemed to be having trouble establishing a rhythm,
he said, "I guess I'm not as versatile as you are. How about turning around
and sitting with your back against my belly. I think I could get a better
grip that way.

I moved around as he said. He reached around my side and took hold of my
dick. He pressed his other hand against my chest pushing me back against
him. This time it worked perfectly. I was shaking with an orgasm in just a
few minutes.


"Thanks! That was great!" I told him as we stood up to wash off his cum and
finish our showers.

"Same thing to you. It felt great to me too!"

And in the back of my mind I said to myself, 'I got to make sure we get to
do this again next week.'

to be continued
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