Date: Sat, 04 Sep 1999 19:44:30 GMT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad, part 10" (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 10 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. ___________ Tuesday morning Chris woke me up by sucking my dick. Since I don't get up to full speed very fast in the morning, I just laid there for a while and let him do it. I was just beginning to think about doing the same thing to him when he turned around on the bed and stuck his hard dick into my face. From then on it was a mutual operation. He came first even though he had been working on my dick longer. I came a little while later. After that it was the usual rush to get to school. The subject of sex didn't come up until after the lunch bell, when Chris suddenly said to me, "I'm going to let him catch me tonight." I knew he was talking about his dad. I asked him, "How'r you gonna do it?" "Just start jerking off real slow when I hear the shower quit and wait for him to come in," he answered. "Oh right!" I said, "You're real good at jerking off slow. He better come in quick." Then I laughed. "I can do it if I have to," he told me, sounded slightly wounded. "I sure wouldn't put any money on it," I said. And that was the last we said about it. Wednesday morning I arrived at school just ahead of Chris. He came up to me and said, "It worked." He had a big smile on his face. "So tell me," I said. "I was jerking real slow and waiting for him and he came in and caught me just like I wanted," he answered, with a smug look on his face. "How long were you jerking it when he came in?" I asked. "Like maybe two minutes," he said. "Good thing," I told him. "Right?" I added. "Yeah, if he was any longer, it would've been all over," he said. He had an embarrassed smile on his face as he told me. "What happened then?" I asked. "Well, I kept on jerking it after he came in," he said "You didn't!" I said. "Not really!" But I was remembering that I had done the same thing when I had let my dad catch me in the shower. "I did! Really!" he said. "I almost stopped and tried to hide it. It was like automatic. But I made myself go on and do it." "What did he do?" I asked. "He came in and sat on the bed. He said he hoped he wasn't interrupting me. I told him no. And I was still jerking it, man! Well, I guess I wasn't doing it like I meant to cum. I was just rubbing my dick up and down in my fist. But with him sitting right there!" he told me. "Wow," I said. "Then what happened?" "He said he could see he wasn't and looked right at my hand moving up and down on my dick," he said. "Then he said he just wanted to tell me goodnight. I said goodnight back. He patted me on the leg. Then he slid his hand up and down my leg." "Where on your leg?" I asked. "Like almost to my crotch," he said. "It was hot man! But wait til you hear. He got up and his dick popped right out of his robe! And it was hard!" "No way!" I said. "The truth!" he said. "It's really big!" "He just let it stick out?" I asked. "No, he got his robe closed over it, but I saw it good," he said. "It's really big!" "Did he say anything about it?" I asked. "No. He just said for me to have fun and left," he told me. "It made me so hot I came before he even had the door shut." It made me hot too, but we couldn't talk any longer because we had reached the classroom and most of the other students were already there. During lunch break we talked about it again. That led to a jerk-off session in the bathroom with each of us standing lookout while the other jerked off in the stall. We crept into old lady Moseley's classroom afterwards. As I saw her face, I developed a sudden guilty fear that she knew we had done that nearly every day since the beginning of Thanksgiving week. I'm sure it was only that her face was frozen into its usual look of perpetual suspicion, but that expression made everyone conscious of whatever infractions they had committed that she might discover and punish. As a result every student's face was frozen into a blank expression as they entered the classroom. She could spot a guilty look in a flash, and then she would be on you, worrying the truth out of you as a terrier would worry the life from a rat. That night when my dad picked me up, I asked him if we could pick up a pizza and take it to his apartment instead of going to a restaurant. He replied, "How about leftover Thanksgiving turkey? I got it out to thaw this morning. Then we'll have a couple hours before I have to get you home." "Sounds great to me!" I said, getting a hardon in anticipation. "How'd things go with Chris on Monday night?" he asked me. "It was ok." I said without much enthusiasm. "What was the matter, his dick too sore to play?" he asked. "It was sore but I don't think it could ever get that sore," I said. He laughed and said, "Yeah, I remember when I was young. So why the glum answer?" "It was over too quick! I really liked all the stuff we did last week. But then he just wanted to cum right away and that was all," I replied. "That used to be great." "Yeah, I understand," he said. "Did you and Larry get to have sex on Monday?" I felt as comfortable asking him that as he had asking me about Chris. "Sure did," he said. "He came back to my place after the gym for a couple of hours." "You going to do that every time you work out together?" "Probably will. That bother you?" I could tell he was watching me out of the corner of his eye as he drove. "You mean, like am I jealous? No, really I'm not," I said. Then after a minute I added, "I guess I kind of wish I was there with you when you were doing it. But I don't mean I don't want you to do it just because I can't." "Ok. So you're just horny then. Horny is ok.," he said. "Horny is my middle name," I said to make sure he knew I actually wasn't jealous of him and Larry. "I know," he said. "I saw it on your birth certificate." We both laughed over that. "Larry told me you said to say hello," I told him. "You guys were still up when he got home?" he asked. "No, we were in bed. He just came in to say goodnight," I told him. "You're lucky he didn't catch you working on each other's dicks," he said. "We weren't in bed long when he got home. You know, he winked at me when he said you told him to say goodnight. I wondered why he did it," I said. "Maybe he just thinks you're cute," he said. "Some people have funny taste, ya know." "Thanks a lot," I said. " I just wondered if maybe he was like telling me he knew that I knew what you and him were doing. What I thought you were doing anyhow." "No way he could think that," he said. "Probably he just knew what you and Chris were going to do when he got out of there. I told you about me and him when I was your age." "Maybe. Chris said he let Larry catch him jerking off last night," I told him. "Why'd he do that?" he asked. So I told him everything that had happened between Chris and his dad between Friday and Tuesday nights. Dad was just pulling into his parking space when I finished. He said we'd talk more about it later as he opened the car door. As soon as we were inside of his apartment, we stripped naked. I was hard, of course. He wasn't. He did notice my hardon though. Then we went to the kitchen to fix dinner. He had thawed the whole dinner, not just the turkey, so it took a little while to get it all heated. I was very anxious, looking at the clock constantly because I could see the time we would have left after dinner getting shorter and shorter. He must have noticed it, because suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me, and sat me on the kitchen table. He pushed me backwards to lie flat, spread my legs, and started to suck my dick. My hardon had gone away but it came back immediately. He knew just what to do to my dick, so I was shooting cum into his mouth in no time. Actually, the whole thing had taken less than the four minutes he had set the microwave for just before he grabbed me. It beeped as I fired the last shot into his mouth. "Maybe that'll take the edge off so we can eat," he said, which a slightly gruff voice. "I'm sorry," I said, sliding off the table. "No problem. I know we don't have much time. And I like the sex as much as you do. I just thought that might get your mind off of it long enough for us to eat dinner," he said. When he said that, I knew he wasn't really angry, no matter what he pretended, so I said, "If you wanted to get my mind off of it, then you should have let me suck your dick, because that was what was on my mind. Still is." "How about we just eat dinner first," he said as he pulled the last bowl from the microwave. "Then my dick is at your disposal for the rest of the evening." He swept his hand in front of him and bowed as he said the last part. "Deal," I said. "Besides, I think you still owe me from last week. After we eat, your dick is mine!" "I never thought I would end up an old man just worn down to nothing from being a sex slave for his fourteen-year-old son," he said. "Life is tough all over," I said. "Gimme some turkey." While we were cleaning up after we ate, he sent me into the bathroom to get the shower running. We got in together. He was already half hard. Since he always seemed to have complete control over whether or not he got an erection, I knew from that that he was every bit as excited as I was. And of course the quick blow job he had given me before dinner hadn't cooled me off in the least. We followed our regular pattern of half washing and half caressing each other until be were both throbbing hard. Then he pushed me into the corner of the shower, grabbed a cheek of my ass in each hand, told me to wrap my legs around him, and lifted me so my feet were a few inches off of the floor. Since we had done this before, I knew what came next. I squeezed our crotches together as I wrapped my legs around him. I was safe from sliding off to the side because I was supported by the angle of the shower walls. I pulled our soapy dicks together and wrapped both hands around them, holding them back to back. Then I looked up. As I did, he kissed me, holding his mouth against mine and sliding the tip of his tongue in between my lips. I met it with the tip of mine. As they touched, I got a sensation a little like an electric shock. He started moving his tongue into my mouth and began to pump his hips, which slid his dick back and forth against mine inside my joined hands. After a few minutes, he pulled his mouth from mine just long enough to tell me to hold on tight with my legs. I squeezed them tighter around his hips. His hands slid across the cheeks of my ass to the crack. I felt one of his fingers begin to rub my asshole. I was being assaulted by pleasurable sensations at three points, my mouth, my dick, and my asshole. I was also getting closer and closer to cumming and I didn't want it to end so quickly. I changed my grip on our dicks, getting a finger in between them at the top. It let me keep the pressure on his dick while keeping the head of my dick from being rubbed as much. My excitement continued to build toward an orgasm, but not as quickly as it had been doing. I knew I was going to be able to last a little longer. Then I felt his finger slide into my asshole. The rubbing had loosened it up enough that his finger went straight in. I loved the feeling of having it inside of me. Then I felt the jolt of its first contact with my prostate. After that each lunge of his hips lifted me off his finger enough that it lost contact with my prostate, and each withdrawal of his hips lowered me back onto it so that it made contact again. I was a lost soul after that. I stopped protecting the head of my dick with my finger and just let his dick rub against it. He lunged a few more times. Then I was shooting up onto our bellies and chests. Our mouths were still pressed together, so I gasped my orgasm by sucking the air out of his lungs. He reduced his lunges to small movements of his hips when I started to cum. His finger stayed in contact with my prostate, rubbing it gently. He had complete control of the pleasurable sensations he was giving me. Finally I sagged as my orgasm came to an end, breaking our long kiss and letting my head lay on his shoulder. He stayed still for a minute while I recovered. I couldn't have stood any more rubbing against the head of my dick, which always became too sensitive to touch after I began cumming. Then I whispered in his ear, "Let me suck you off now." I hated the feeling as he slid his finger out of me. I unwrapped my legs and he lowered me to the floor. I pulled the shower handle to increase the flow of the water so I could wash the soap off of his dick. I sank to the floor in front of him. The water was running down his belly and legs. I began working on the head of his dick and his foreskin with my tongue. The water splashed in my face. I felt his hand in my hair, rubbing lightly. I could taste the precum oozing continually from the head of his dick. I knew he was very close, but I wanted to give him a little more pleasure before I took him over the edge. I rubbed his balls with one hand and jerked the bottom half of his shaft slowly with the other. I pulled the head of his dick into my mouth and sucked the foreskin over the end of my tongue, abrading it gently with my teeth. I teased the slit with the tip of my tongue, sucking out the precum. I sucked in my breath to keep his foreskin extended and licked both the head of his dick and the sensitive inside of his foreskin. I could feel his balls drawing up, tighter and tighter. Suddenly he said, "Now!". I let the top half of his dick slide in my mouth and pressed my lips and tongue tightly against it. Then I began sliding it in and out of my mouth by moving my head back and forth while I pumped the bottom half of his dick with my fist. When the first shot of cum hit my throat, I swallowed, but I backed off a little, rubbing the back of his dick with my tongue and and letting the rest of his cum accumulate in my mouth. When he was finished, he pulled on my shoulders to tell me to stand up. I let his dick slide out of my mouth and stood. We kissed, sharing the cum, and stood there for a few minutes with our arms wrapped around each other under the flow of water from the shower. As we dried off, my dad checked the clock in his bedroom. We had been in the shower for over an hour. I had to use his hair dryer because I couldn't go home with wet hair. I told him, "You know the first thing I'm gonna have to do when I get home?" "What?" he asked. "Take a shower," I answered. We both laughed over that. He knew that it was true. If I didn't, then my mom would surely ask why I hadn't. In the car, he said, "We didn't get back to talking about Chris and Larry." "No," I said. "What did you tell Chris about us?" he asked. "I know I was supposed to keep it a secret, but I told him you caught me jerking off in the shower" I said. "It really just slipped out when he told me about Larry walking in on him while he was jerking off." "What else?" he asked me. "I told him you were cool about it, just like Larry was. That's all. Oh, I told him I saw you with a hardon one morning," I said. "No harm in any of that. But you know why I said we had to keep it just between us, right?" he asked. "Yeah, I know. Deep shit if anybody found out," I answered. "That's right. But let me ask you something. You feel like Chris is being honest with you about what's going on between him and his dad, right?" he asked. "Yeah, he is. I know he is," I answered. "And you feel guilty about not being honest with him about you and me," he said. It wasn't really a question. "Yeah, I do," I said. "So now you feel like you're caught between being honest with him and keeping a secret that you know has a good reason for being a secret," he said. Again, it wasn't really a question. "And you feel like whatever you do, it'll be wrong." This whole conversation really surprised me. It wasn't what I had expected at all. He really did understand how I was feeling. "Yeah," I said. "Well, honesty between friends is important. And about keeping it a secret, there's the deep shit part to worry about for sure. But you have to decide who you trust. If you really do trust Chris enough to tell him, then you go ahead and tell him. I trust you to decide that for the both of us, ok?" Right then I didn't know if I wanted to be trusted that much. It was easier when I could just tell myself that I had to keep it a secret no matter what. Now I was going to have to decide what would be the right thing to do. My dad must have decided he had waited long enough for an answer, because he asked me again, "Ok?" "Yeah, I guess so," I said. "No guessing. Either you trust Chris enough or you don't. You don't have to decide that right this minute. But you do have to decide it before you tell him anything else, you understand?" That I was sure about. "Yeah," I answered. "One more thing," he said. I thought, now what? I hoped it wasn't something else as hard as what he had already laid on me. "Yeah?" I said. "You have to be fair to Chris. He might not really want to do anything with Larry. You have to be sure you don't put an idea in his head that he wouldn't have had all by himself. You could do that by telling him about us." "So you mean don't tell him about anything we did until he does it with Larry?" I asked. "No, that's not it," he said. We were only two blocks from the house. The next turn would put us at the front door. Dad pulled over to the side and parked. "We have to finish this, it's too important," he said. "You're not being fair if he always has to be honest with you first. I mean you need to be sure you don't take him someplace he doesn't already want to go. Being his best friend means you could make him want to do something just because you did it. Like when you taught him how to jerk off." "You mean I shouldn't have taught him?" I asked. "Maybe that wasn't a great example. When it comes to teaching boys how to jerk off, that's like saying you're going to teach water to run downhill. He would have got there whether you took him or not. But what I mean is, when you did that, he didn't even know such a thing could happen, and you taught him it could. Just be sure he's already thinking about something before you help him think it through. I'm talking about telling him about us. I wish we had more time to talk about this. You understand?" "Yeah," I said. "I really think I do. You mean if he tells me he wants to jerk Larry off, then I can talk about jerking you off, but I shouldn't tell him until I know he is already thinking that way because I might make him try something he really deep down doesn't want to do." "That's it," he said. He ruffled my hair. The only other times he had ever done that, he also told me he was proud of me. I felt as if he had said it then. He pulled away from the curb to take me home. "I gotta tell you one thing then," I said. "What," he asked as he stopped in front of the house. "I know one idea Chris already has in his head. He really wants to get ahold of your dick," I said. Then I opened the door and headed for the house. Mom was standing in the doorway. I knew why. We were late. She waved at dad, but I couldn't see if he waved or not because I had my back to the car. It was probably a mean thing to do to him, saying that as I got out of the car, but he had given me a lot to think about, and I wanted him to have something to think about too. I headed for my room and then into the shower before mom got a chance to ask why we were late. I was really ready for sleep when my head hit the pillow. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.