Date: Fri, 10 Sep 1999 13:11:52 GMT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad, part 11" (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 11 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. ___________ On Wednesday morning our car pools dropped me and Chris off at the same time. I expected him to start in immediately talking about whatever had happened between his dad and him the night before. When he didn't, my first inclination was to ask. But I was also very conscious of what my dad had told me about not putting ideas into his head that he wouldn't have had on his own. Finally I decided that asking if his dad came in again was fair game since we had already talked about it so much. "So what happened last night?" I asked. "Your dad come in to say goodnight?" "Yeah," he said without much enthusiasm. "So tell me," I said, wondering why he was so glum. "I was gonna let him catch me jerking off again, but I came before he even got there." That explained his attitude. I just laughed at him. "We gotta work on that," I said. "I think it feels better if you make it last anyhow." He brightened up right away. "Your mom home after school today?" he asked. "Nope," I said with a big grin. "Cool," he said, grinning back. It was set then, we would suck after school. "Billy wasn't in the car pool this morning either," I told him. That meant he could ride with us to my house instead of having to walk over from his. We would be sucking fifteen minutes sooner. "See, it was meant to happen." He said. Since he didn't have anything to talk about from the night before, and I couldn't tell him what dad and I had done, we made it through lunch without having to jerk off in the toilet. But as we headed for old lady Moseley's class, I started to get a hardon. I couldn't believe it! But it was because I had gotten into the habit of being afraid she would catch me with one, not because she made me hot. I must have had a guilty look on my face as I passed her because her eyes narrowed and her gaze followed me to my seat. I had my books in front of my crotch until I sat down, so I knew she couldn't see anything. After a while my hardon deflated but her suspicion didn't. She kept a watchful eye on me throughout the class. I couldn't wait to tell Chris that I had gotten a hardon over old lady Moseley. When we got to my house, Chris and I ran up the stairs to my room and started taking off our clothes. Unlike Chris's mom, mine moved much more slowly when she came home, and she seldom came straight to my room. We didn't take our socks off, having decided in the past that it took a disproportionate amount of time to put them back on if it became necessary to dress in a hurry. Everything else came off. We were both hard by the time we were naked. We dropped to the floor into a 69 position. Chris got as much of my five inches into his mouth as he could and started sucking hard before I even had a good hold on his. I said, "Hey, man, you're supposed to learn how to make it last, remember? Go easy on me." "Awwww," he said around my dick. He pulled back and let it slide out of his mouth. It slapped wetly against my belly. "We gotta do that now?" he whined. "When d'ya wanna do it?" I asked "Ok, you're right, we do it now," he said with resignation. Then he gulped down my dick again, but he was sucking slower. I decide to just lick his for a while and play around the head with my tongue. I missed my dad's foreskin. It made it possible to do lots more interesting things. After a few minutes of that, Chris let my dick go again and said, "I'm never gonna cum if that's all you're gonna do." "And I'm gonna cum any second now if you keep doing what you're doing," I replied. I continued to lick his dick while we were talking. "What's wrong with that?" he asked defiantly. "I mean, that's why were doing this, right?" "You're the one who wants to learn how to make it last. You can't just suck on me like crazy and expect me to hold off. I'm gonna shoot if you do. You gotta get that into your head," I said, emphasizing by my tone of voice that he was the one in the wrong here. "True," he said, somewhat mollified. He went back to my dick, but this time he started licking it. Meanwhile I was ready to start sucking him. I wanted to get him close to cumming so I could play a while, keeping him close to the edge but not letting him go over. I had learned from the things I had done with my dad that the trick was to get the sensitivity level of his dick up to near peak and then keep it there. I knew Chris needed to learn how to do that if he didn't want to cum while he was waiting for his dad to come into his room. I didn't suck him hard, but I did suck steadily. I practically had to ignore what he was doing to me because he had gone back to sucking me hard as soon as I began sucking him. I noticed that his balls, which started off tight just like mine, began to disappear completely. I thought that that was probably a sign that he was about to cum. I pulled my mouth completely off his dick. "Hey!" he said incoherently around my dick. Then he pulled his mouth off of it but kept hold of it with his hand. "Don't stop now!" he practically yelled. "Gotta take a break. You're gonna cum," I said. "Damn right! So keep sucking!" he said. "You're supposed to be learning how to make it last," I said. "You already know how to cum." "Oh, man!" he whined. "Ok, let's forget it," I said as I sucked his dick back into my mouth. But I thought I had let him cool off long enough for him to at least be able to think about it. "No, wait. You're right. I hate this! But I gotta learn to do it, I really do," he said. By way of an answer, I started running my lips loosely up and down his wet dick. He repeated on my dick what I did to his. This went on for a good ten minutes. By this time I was really ready to cum, so I knew he must be dying. This had to be some kind of a world's record for him. My mean streak asserted itself at this point. I had been sucking his dick slowly with very little pressure. I let it slide out of my mouth. I started licking around the base of the head with the tip of my tongue. He followed suit on mine. I knew he thought we were backing off again. Then I said, "I'm really ready. How 'bout you?" He just dove on my dick, sucking like crazy. I started cumming almost immediately. It surprised me. For some reason I wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly. I had sucked his dick into my mouth when he took in mine, but I didn't do anything to it while I was cumming. I just held it still in my mouth. Chris stayed with me, swallowing every drop of cum. When I was done, I started working on his dick, but not with the fury he had shown on mine. I wanted it to build a little again for him in case he had backed off any while he was making me cum. I noticed after a minute or so that he was keeping my dick in his mouth. Then I felt his body jerk. His cum began to squirt into my mouth. I had no trouble swallowing it, but his hips were bucking so that I had to hold the base of his dick like I did my dad's to keep it from being forced down my throat. When he was finished, I thought for a minute about kissing him and letting him taste his cum as dad and I did, but since we had never even come close to kissing each other, I was afraid he would freak out if I did. I let his dick slide out of my mouth. He did the same to mine. "Oh man!" he moaned as he rolled onto his back. Then he repeated it over and over as I crawled out of our 69 position to lie head to head with him. I rolled over onto my back. He turned his head toward me and said, "Man! that was the best one ever! I gotta make myself wait longer before I shoot! That was awesome!" "It truly was," I said to him. I don't think Chris and I had ever done anything that felt as good as that. It was like doing it with my dad. "If I could've held out that long last night, I would've still been jerking it when my dad came in," he said. 'All it takes is practice," I said. Then I told him about getting a hardon going into old lady Moseley's class. "No way!" he shouted. "The truth!" I said. "I gotta watch you, man, you are getting very weird!" he told me. We laid there talking, mainly about school. After a while, we started flipping our own dicks back and forth. It seemed impossible to keep our hands off of them for more than a few minutes. But that didn't lead us to sex again, another record for an after school session. Usually it was two orgasms, three if there was enough time. We scrambled to get into our clothes when we heard the garage door open. We were in the den turning on the tv by the time mom was even in the house. She asked Chris if he was staying for dinner, but he said he couldn't because he hadn't called his mom. He left shortly after that. The next morning I was waiting for him when his car pool pulled up. I asked him, "So how'd it go last night?" He thought he knew what I wanted to know. "I held out real long, I really did. Like seven minutes. I timed it," he told me. He seemed proud of the fact. But I wanted to know if his dad caught him again and what had happened if he did. I asked, "Was it long enough?" "It seemed like forever, man! It was easier when you were there helping me," he told me. I had to know. "Were you gonna let your dad catch you again?" "Oh, he wasn't even home. Remember about the gym? He didn't come home until after I was asleep," he said. "Well, at least you did it. You lasted longer than two minutes on your own," I said. "Yeah, but it was really hard to do. I never would've made if I wasn't thinking about how great it felt yesterday with you." "Cool," I said as we went into the classroom. Friday was never a good day for an after school jerk off session. I continued to think of it as a jerk off session even though we had graduated to sucking. So Chris and I parted at our car pools. But early Saturday morning Chris called and said he wanted to stay over at my house that night. He said we had to talk. He was whispering, so I knew the subject he wanted to talk about was sex. Then his voice rose to normal volume and he said, "Dad's going to the movies with us this afternoon. Ok?" "Yeah, sure is," I answered. We had been planning on going and just getting somebody to drive us, but this was fine too. "Something else. My dad said he asked your dad to go with us. But he told me to ask you. Is that ok with your mom?" It had never occurred to me that perhaps I wasn't supposed to see my dad except at the appointed times. "Gee, I don't know if it is," I said. "Awww, it's gotta be. Hold on and I'll ask her." By the time I found my mom in the kitchen, "it's gotta be" had turned into "it better be" in my mind. But I had gotten worked up for nothing. She said, "Of course it is." So then I told her Chris was staying over. She wanted to know if we would be back for dinner. I went back to the phone and told Chris, "It's fine with her. Also I told her you were staying. What show we going to? My mom wants to know about dinner." Chris had to find his dad to ask. "He says 1:30. Also he says we'll pick you up at 11:30 so we can eat first." So I hung up and went back to the kitchen to tell mom we were eating with her. The afternoon was really a treat. I was glad to see my dad, especially since I hadn't expected to. We all enjoyed the movie, which was unusual, since either our dads did or we did, seldom both. And one of the thoughts that popped into my mind several times was that the day before, Chris and I had been sucking in the afternoon and our dads had done the same thing that night. I started wondering again what Larry's dick looked like hard. As soon as we were alone in my room at bedtime, I discovered that Chris's mind had been on the same track as mine. He said, "Your dad's so hot looking. I'd love to see him with a hardon." Then, since he knew I had, he wanted me to describe dad's hardon in detail. I told him as much as I could have reasonably known from having seen it at a distance. Finally I had to fend off any more questions by telling him, "Hey, I only saw it across the room!" I felt guilty about lying to him like that. To change the subject, I said to him, "So talk to me. " "My dad caught me jerking off again last night," he told me. "Did you hold out until he did or was he just quick enough coming in your room?" I asked. "I held out. But I was awful close when he finally came in," he said. "Another minute and I would have been shooting." "He already caught you doing that once." "Yeah, but then I bet we wouldn't've talked like we did," he told me. "What'd you talk about?" I asked. "Jerking off. But you won't believe it! He does it too!" I recognized this conversation. I had had it with my dad. I knew just what to do. I would say the same things I had said to my dad and see what answers Chris got from his. "Why would he jerk off. He's got your mom," I said. "Yeah, I asked him that too. But he said married people don't always want to have sex at the same time. Man, I never thought about that. But I sure can't see my mom doing anything if she didn't want to." "Me neither," I replied. Chris's mom could be quite formidable, especially around her quiet hour, which I imagined was the time of day that married couples had sex. I waited to hear about his mom masturbating too, but he didn't mention it. Maybe it had never occurred to him. "So what else?" I asked. Both of us were in bed and hard by this time. "He asked me how I learned to do it," he replied. Then, sheepishly, he said, "I told him you taught me." "Wow. What'd he say about that?" I felt sure Larry would not be angry. "He told me it's always your big brother or your best friend who does it," Chris said. "D'he tell you who taught him?" I asked. "His brother Henry. I asked him," he replied. Henry was Larry's older brother. "You sure found out a lot," I said. "There's more," he said. We were laying on our sides and he was rubbing my dick, which he had pulled out of the fly of my boxers. I got hold of his the same way and started jerking it slowly. "What?" I asked. "He asked me if you and I ever jerked each other off," he said. His voice had a sheepish quality to it again, as if he expected me to be angry. "So d'you tell him?" I tried to sound like I was surprised. But I didn't want him to think I was angry. "Yeah, I did. He said that's what best friends are for," he replied. "But you'll never guess what I found out next!" I thought, I bet I can too guess, but I said, "What? Tell me man, you're just making me ask you. Tell me the rest of it!" "I asked him did him and his best friend do it to each other when he was my age, and he said they did! Man I couldn't believe it! He told me he use to jerk off your dad and your dad did it to him too!" I was thinking, and now they suck each other off just like you and I do. But I said, "Wow, that is really hot!" I understood from my own experience that having his father tell him was much more exciting than it ever could have been if I had told him the same thing. "You know it! I was so hot thinking about all the stuff he told me and thinking about him having his hand on your dad's dick!" "So you didn't cum all this time while you were talking? Or you weren't jerking your dick? What, tell me," I said. "I kinda had stopped jerking. I was just flipping it around at first. But then I noticed that the way he was sitting on my bed, his robe was open at the bottom and I could see up under it. I could see his dick head pointing right at me!" "Wow, he had a hardon?" "What d'ya think? Of course he did! And I could see like half of it! Next thing I knew I was cumming. I musta just started jerking it without even knowing it!" "So you came in front of your dad!" I said. "Sure did! But this was better than the time he just walked in when it was happening! He watched me! Then when he leaned over to grab some kleenex, his robe opened up all the way to his waist and his dick stuck out! He just let it!" "Did he say anything?" "He said it looked like it got away from him. He just started wiping up the cum. Even off of my dick! I felt like I could almost cum again when he wiped my dick! I was just staring at his hardon sticking out at me!" "Tell me about his hardon," I said. I was really excited now too. "It's big! And it has an even bigger head! And it curves upwards!" he told me "Wow, awesome!" I said. "Did he just let it stick out? I mean, like you think he just didn't notice it was sticking out or what?" "He had to know it, he had to! I mean it was big and it was sticking out right there! And the head was wet, there was something leaking out of it! I thought it was cum! My dad's cum, I couldn't believe it!" Of course it was precum, but I couldn't tell him what it was called without him asking me how I knew. I shouldn't have worried. "I asked him if that was cum on his dick," he said. "He looked down like he just noticed it. He told me it was precum. He said that'll come out of your dick when you're older." "You mean he was just cool about it? He just let his dick stick out at you and he talked about it like that?" I asked, remembering the same kind of conversation with my dad. "And not only that! I asked him if mine was going to get as big as his. And he opened his legs up wide so I could see it better! I didn't ask him or anything, he just did it!" "What'd he tell you?" I asked. "He said it probably would. Man, I'd love to have a dick as big as his!" "I bet," I said. His excitement was contagious. I was really just as excited as he was now. I was glad that it had happened as a surprise for him instead of because I had told him to try to make it happen. I wanted to ask if he touched it, but instead I said, "Then what?" "He told me I better go to sleep and he got up. His dick like bounced when he stood up. He pulled his robe closed but his dick was still sticking out of it. He bent it up so it went inside his robe. He said he guessed he'd have to hold it in. He said you know how it is, like he was just talking to another guy or something. And he winked at me! It was so wild!" "Then he left?" I asked. "Yeah, he did. You got to get your dad to show you his!" That surprised me. I had concentrated so much about not giving him ideas that it didn't occur to me that he wouldn't necessarily think the same way about giving them to me. "How?" I asked. "There's gotta be a way. Let him catch you jerking it again," he said. "That was in the shower." I said. "I can't see him getting in the shower with me to show me his dick." Of course I could see exactly that. But I didn't know what else to say. I had already formed the intention of telling my dad about this conversation and asking him what to reply. "True. But there's gotta be a way. We gotta work on it," he said. "Ok with me," I said with some enthusiasm. Both of us were more than a little bit hot by this time. I asked Chris, "Can you hold off another minute?" "Man, you're not gonna make me practice that tonight, are you?" he whined. "No!" I said. "I just wanna get turned around so we can suck each other. I just don't want to jerk off." "Ok!" He said. "I can wait that long." And that was about as long as we waited too, because I started crawling to the bottom of the bed, pushing the covers ahead of me as I went. Chris was pulling off my boxers before I even got half way to where I was going, which made crawling very difficult. I ended up on my side wiggling down the bed while he pulled my boxers off of my feet. I got his off in one quick pull. Then we had our mouths on each other. For once, I came first. Chris was definitely learning how to make it last for himself. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send then to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.