Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 19:34:50 GMT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad, part 13" (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 13 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. ___________ Thursday morning I was waiting for Chris when his car pool arrived. We got out of the flow of students into the school so we could talk until the bell rang. "Do it again?" I asked. "Yeah, I'll tell you. What about your dad, get anywhere?" Then before I could answer, he said, "Oh, also I told mom you were staying over tonight, that ok?" "I'll call my mom at lunch time." It was really a matter of giving notice, not asking permission. "And how could I get anywhere last night, we just ate and went bowling." "Yeah, but you could've brought it up." "Right, I can see me just saying to him, 'I got 6 pins on my spare, can I jerk you off?'." "We gotta talk about this, man, you gotta do it." "Ok with me. Your mom home after school today?" I asked. "Yeah, yours?" "Yep," I replied. "So we do it in bed," he said. "Tell me about last night," I said. "Dad came in again, his robe wasn't even closed this time. I was just jerking it real slow. He came over and sat on the bed. He was carrying a box of kleenex and he put it on the floor. He said he thought we might need them. Man, it was like he was saying there was no question, we were just going to jerk off." "Didn't you think you were?" I asked. "Well, yeah, but I don't know. I'd feel funny saying anything about it to him except at night like that. I guess I don't know exactly how it fits in with everything. I'm. . . Well, it's almost like it's still a surprise when he comes in because if he didn't, I wouldn't think anything about it. I mean he didn't promise me he would or anything. But this was like a promise, ya know?" "Yeah, I see it," I said. "So there he was sitting on your bed with his robe open." I was prompting him to tell me what had happened. I thought we could talk about how he felt later. "And he put his hand on my leg, right at the knee. He asked me what was tonight's topic. I told him I had a bunch of questions. So he said ask them. I wanted to know if him and Uncle Henry jerked each other off. He said they did for a while after Uncle Henry taught him how, but then it just stopped happening. I asked about whether he did it with other guys too besides your dad and Uncle Henry. He told me he did it for a while with your Uncle Terry. But when I asked him he said your dad and your uncle and him never did it together. I asked him how big their dicks were. He said Uncle Henry's was about like his, but your Uncle Terry's was a little bit smaller. He said your Uncle Terry's is like your dad's, not circumcised." The bell rang, cutting off our chance to talk more. We ran to our first class along with some other stragglers who had arrived at the last minute. At lunch time we couldn't get a table by ourselves, and then I had to call my mom. She told me I had to come home before I went to Chris's because there was a pile of his clothes to take back. Chris and I wore exactly the same sizes in everything, so we never took clothes when we stayed over at each other's houses. We just wore each other's. Periodically one of our mom's would notice that a large pile of clothing had accumulated in the wrong house and send it home with one of us. It also happened occasionally that one of us ran out of underwear or socks for the same reason, causing either Chris or me to be sent on a retrieval mission. I had had to wait in line to use the pay phone, so we had about five minutes left before old lady Moseley's class. We got out of the crowd, and Chris picked right up where he had left off. "I asked him if he ever did it with any other guys. He said four but he didn't ever do it with them much, like just a few times and with one guy just once. I wanted to hear all about all of them. He told me who they were. The only one who is still around here is Mr. Bailey." "You mean Mr. Bailey the gym teacher?" I asked. "Yeah, he did it with him the most, like five or six times, he couldn't remember exactly. Dad said it was his idea, I mean Mr. Bailey's, not my dad's. It started when they were the last two guys in the showers one time. It was when my dad was on the basketball team in high school." That was as far as he got. After school, my mom wanted me to do a few things before I went to Chris's. Then it started to rain, so she said she would drive me because she didn't want all of the clothes I was taking back to get wet. But I had to wait while she fixed herself up. I never understood why she had to put on lipstick and brush her hair when she wasn't even going to get out of the car, but she wouldn't leave the house unless she did. I suspect the motivation was similar to "always wear new underwear when you go on a trip in case you have an accident so that they will know at the hospital that you come from good people." When I did get to Chris's, his mom was fixing dinner and Chris had been enlisted to peel potatoes. After dinner, we did our homework under his mom's watchful eye. Then we had to watch tv for a while. His mom thought that the family should spend time together, and this was that time even though Chris's dad was at the gym and Stu had managed to sneak off to his room. Then, finally, his mom's quiet hour came, and we raced upstairs. We got quick showers and were in his bed in no time, naked, hard, and holding each other's dicks as we got back to his story. "Did your dad and Mr. Bailey jerk each other off or just jerk off together?" I asked. I had been thinking about Mr. Bailey ever since Chris had mentioned him at lunchtime. I had even seen him going down the hall as we were filing into Mrs. Moseley's classroom. He was really quite a hunk. "Both, they started just jerking themselves off. It was like a dare. But the last two times they did it to each other." I was about to ask what his dick looked like when Chris continued, "Dad said he has a thin dick that curves way to the left." "How come they didn't do it any more?" I asked. We were stroking each other's dick slowly as we talked. "Season ended," he told me. "So were you jerking off while he told you this? You're really getting good if you could jerk off and listen to this hot stuff and not cum." "No, I asked him almost right after he sat down if I could feel his dick while it was still soft. He let me but he told me I would have to be quick because it would probably get hard when I touched it. It did too. So I got to feel it getting hard." "What about your dick?" I asked. "He slid his hand up my leg and took hold of it. He was jerking it slow the whole time we talked." "What about the other guys," I asked. "One guy, this was the one he just did it with once, he was older. That happened in the rest room at the park. This guy jerked him off while he was standing at the urinal. He said the guy jerked himself off too. He just had an average dick, dad said. One of the other guys, they were messing around at his house and wrestling and they both got hard. They just jerked themselves off. It was the same way both times. His dick was like average too. And the last guy came right out and asked him. He was a year ahead of my dad in school. My dad went to his house with him. He was real fascinated by my dad's dick because it has such a big head. This guy had a dick that was fat at the bottom but it almost came to a point with a tiny little head. Dad said this guy jerked him off but the guy would never let him touch his dick. He didn't jerk himself off either. That happened three times and then my dad wouldn't go back to his house any more." "Wow, he did it with a lot of guys. Did he ask you if you did?" I asked. "Yeah, I told him about that time when I was at Kevin's house when we jerked off together and the couple of times I did it with my cousin Tommy, I told you about them." "Yeah, I remember," I said. "Did you talk about anything else?" "No, I was really wanting to cum by then and I guess he was too because he held my dick tighter and started jerking it faster. I came first again, but he shot all over just like the other times. Man he makes a lot of cum. It was a good thing he brought those kleenex!" "Wanna suck for a while before we cum?" I asked. "For sure!" he answered. He turned off the light as I crawled down the bed, shoving the covers out of the way. We hadn't put boxers on after our showers, so we didn't have to get them off. I started licking his dick and balls, and he repeated it on me. When I got his balls good and wet, I began rubbing my fingers around on them while I started sucking his dick. I was keeping my lips loose so I wouldn't send him over the edge. He continued to repeat what I did. I was just beginning to apply pressure to his dick with my lips when the door opened. I felt as if we were caught in a spotlight as light flooded in from the hall. I couldn't tell who it was. The figure was in silhouette since all the light was coming from behind. Then I heard Chris's dad say, "Whoops! Sorry guys, just wanted to say good night if you were still up. Looks to me like you're up alright!" He chuckled and added, "Good night." Then he closed the door. It happened so fast that neither one of us had even pulled our mouths off the other's dick. We did that after the fact. There was no doubt of what Chris's dad had seen. "Whatta ya think?" I said to Chris. "I guess he's cool with it," he replied, but he sounded puzzled. "Well, he sure knows we do more than jerk each other off now," I said as I started to suck Chris's dick in earnest. "Yeah, sure does," Chris said as he went back to sucking mine. The interruption had actually excited us rather than frightened us. We both came very hard, giving each other about a half mouthful of cum, the maximum amount that either of us could produce at the time. The next day we got to school a few minutes apart even though we had been picked up by our car pools at the same time. This was the first time we had had any privacy that morning. The thing on both of our minds was Chris's dad catching us. He had sat with us at the breakfast table and behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Not that I had expected him to introduce what he had seen into the normal morning chatter. But I did expect some sort of sign that he remembered it. No such sign was forthcoming. I plunged right into the subject without introduction, "You think he is just that cool with it?" I asked. "Gotta be. Makes no sense any other way," he replied. "That's way cool," I said. "For sure. You stay with your dad tonight, right?" "Yeah, this is my weekend with him," I replied. "You gotta get him to start doing stuff with you too." "How?" I asked. Of course that wasn't really a problem. I was just hoping Chris would give me some hints about what kind of story he might believe. "You say you guys talk all the time. Just come out and ask him." "You really think I could just ask him to jerk off with me?" I said "No, you gotta be a little subtle about it. Start talking about sex and see if you can get him to talk about jerking off. You gotta start this man, I know your dad will go for it. I just know it!" He was so determined that I began to believe that I wouldn't have to concoct a very elaborate story after all. We said no more about it as we headed for class. But as I was getting into my car pool after school, Chris ran over and yelled at me, "I know you can do it! I'm counting on you!" Everyone else in the car stared at me, clearly waiting for an explanation. I just smiled at them and looked out the window. Mom was at the door to wave at my dad when he drove up to get me. I understood why she was there from the things my Dad had told me that Wednesday night. I really thought it was cool that they were going to be friends. Less charitably, it also made me happy to think that Grandfather seemed to have lost that one too. I was already wondering if Dad and I were going to have sex or if we would have to work on becoming friends instead. I thought of it that way because I felt we already were friends. But I had admitted to myself that he had been right when he said that I would believe that something he told me was automatically the right thing to do, but I would just have taken the same statement from Chris or even Larry as advice to think about while I went on and did as I pleased. We began talking about my school and his work as soon as I got in the car. There was no clue about the sex. We both stripped naked when we got to his apartment. That was so normal now that I didn't even consider it a good sign. Dinner was thawed and reheated leftovers from Eileen's Thanksgiving Sunday dinner. It was just as good this time as it had been then. Dad said he had eaten that once already, and there was still another meal for him in the freezer. But Gramom's Thanksgiving leftovers would be with us a while longer. He had had two meals from that in addition to the one we had had the Wednesday before, and we were going to have it the next day. Even then there would still be some left. As we were cleaning up, he told me to turn on the shower and get the water temperature set. My dick stood straight up. He looked at it and said, "Talk about being glad to see me!" I was actually embarrassed, and I must have blushed, because he laughed at me and said, "Your face looks like a traffic light. I bet it'd even glow in the dark." I was even more embarrassed about that. Perceptive as usual, he said "Hey, I'm not complaining, ya know. Not one bit. Go!" I went! He came into the bathroom just as the water reached optimum temperature. He came up behind me and pushed on my back so I would step in the shower. He stepped in after me and closed the door. I pressed myself up against him so we were belly to belly. I put my arms around him and held him tight, laying my had against his chest at the collar bone. He wrapped his arms around me and held me against him too with his cheek laying on the top of my head. We started doing a little rocking dance that caused us to rotate slowly in the flow from the shower head. Before we had made one complete revolution, I felt his dick begin to press against my leg. As we rocked, I spread my legs. It slid up between them, a little more each time we rocked. It was very erotic to feel him getting a hardon in that way. I could hardly wait for it to touch my balls, and when it did, I jumped a little. He whispered to me, "You ok?" "Oh, yeah!" I replied. His dick continued to press upwards from under my balls. I felt it lift them. Then after a little while I felt the head of his dick press against my perineum just behind my balls. I could feel it slide back and forth just the littlest bit as we rocked. I loved the feeling! It stayed there, pressing my balls upward and pressing tighter and tighter on that wonderful spot on the perineum just behind your balls. We had made perhaps three revolutions when he whispered to me, "My dick is starting to hurt. I have to let it straighten up." I pulled my crotch away from his. I could feel the head of his dick slide up my balls, touch the bottom of my dick, and then move upwards in my pubic hair beside my dick until it was nearly beside the head. Then suddenly I couldn't feel it touching me any longer. It must have been sticking almost straight out at that point, so it lost contact with my lower belly and swung up to its normal forty-five degree angle. As I moved my crotch back towards him, I felt the head make contact with my belly again and then slide upwards as I got closer until it was pressed between our bellies. Since he was just about five inches taller than me, the head of my dick was nestled in his balls. After one more revolution he said, "We better get cleaned up before the hot water runs out." We were both thoroughly wet, so I reduced the flow of the shower to a trickle. I lathered him from the back, pressing my belly against him as I moved around to the front. The only thing I washed with him facing me was his dick. I still wanted to make sure I did a good job with his foreskin. And truth be told, I liked to look at it too. He washed me the same way, entirely from the back. I knew what the rest of the evening would bring when he ended lathering me by moving both of his hands to my nipples. He gave them the kind of thorough washing I gave the head of his dick after I had pulled the foreskin back. My dick was throbbing against my belly by the time he told me to turn up the water so we could rinse off. Once we were dry, we settled on the sofa in our usual position, the left half of my back against the right side of his chest, his right arm over my shoulder and dangling down in front of my chest, and my left arm stretched down his leg. I was hard, but he had shrunk to half hard and his foreskin had moved back over the head. We actually watched a program long enough that my hardon began to deflate. I decided that perhaps I had been wrong, that we weren't going to have an evening of teasing followed by some very hot sex. As soon as I dropped my guard, no doubt signaled by the drooping of my hardon, I felt his hand start to move around on my belly and chest. At first it was the usual caressing he had done all of my life, but periodically the ball of his thumb would glide over one of my nipples in a way that sent shivers straight to my balls. My hardon was back in a flash. He had begun the process of heating me up slowly that I knew would last for at least the two hours until our normal bedtime. I had had my left arm from elbow to hand stretched down his leg. I was cupping his knee. He had his legs together, stretched out onto the ottoman and crossed at the ankle. I let my hand slide around his leg toward the middle so it was resting over the place there his two legs touched. I started moving my little finger lightly against the hair on both legs, almost flicking my finger to move only the hair. After a few minutes of that, he uncrossed his ankles and spread his legs slightly, just enough for me to slide my flat hand between them. I started caressing the crease behind his knee. I knew I had hit pay dirt when I felt his dick stir against my elbow. I had learned from previous times playing this game that he had the advantage in the position we were in because he could touch most of my body whereas I was pretty much restricted to his legs from just above the knee. I decided to change that. I sat up and said, "How about if I rub your back for a while?" "Sounds great!" he replied. So I moved to the other end of the sofa and I directed him to lay across my lap. My left leg was being mashed, a problem we solved by putting a pillow next to it to raise his chest up a little. I bent my right leg so he could use it as a pillow. He wrapped his arms around my leg just as he sometimes did with his pillow in bed. We wiggled around a little to get comfortable against each other. Then I had his back half down to the knees at my disposal. And I had plans for it. I began on his shoulders and back. I couldn't put much pressure on it because of the angle of my arms, so I did the opposite, putting almost no pressure on it and rubbing lightly instead. I did everything I could reach in that way, moving slowly so that it lasted a long time. I ended up playing with the hair in his crack and on his perineum. I was very careful never to touch his asshole, but I knew I had excited him enough that he was nearly ready to beg me to. After about an hour of this, he said he needed a bathroom break. When he got up, there was a puddle of precum on the sofa and his belly hair was soaking wet. He brought a towel back with him to wipe up the precum on the sofa. Then he suggested we switch places. He then did to me the same sorts of things I had done to him. But to tell the truth, I think he was better at it because I truly couldn't stay still towards the end, and if my asshole could have reached out and grabbed his finger, it would have. We decided to go to bed at that point. My side, which had been pressed against his dick, was very wet, and so was his belly hair. When we got to bed, he unmade it by grabbing everything except the bottom sheet and pulling it down to the foot of the bed. We both slid onto the sheet. I slithered up on top of him and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. This was something we hadn't done much of except to share cum after an orgasm, but I had found out that I liked it and I wanted to do more. We kissed that way for some time, taking turns invading each other's mouth with our tongues. After the kisses, I moved slowly down his body, kissing and licking as I went. I worked his nipples into two hard little buttons which I then sucked. I drove my tongue into his navel. His dick was laying up his belly and pumping out a stead stream of precum. There was a puddle under the tip of the head. I licked up as much as I could without touching his dick head. I could tell he was very excited already because the tip of his dick extended past the end of his foreskin. Bypassing his dick, I licked my way to his hip bone and then down the crease of his leg to his balls. I pressed the inside of both his thighs so he would spread his legs. Once I had gotten in between, I put my hands behind his knees and pushed them up and out, giving me free access to his balls. I licked them until the hair on them was soaked, sucking first one and then the other into my mouth. I also licked the inside of his thighs half way to his knees. I could see his dick standing off of his belly an inch or so, moving up and down through a small arc, impelled by the beating of his heart. I lowered his feet to the bed and grabbed the two pillows from the pile of bedclothes on the floor at the foot of the bed. I took hold of his legs again, lifting them much higher and bending them back towards his head until his butt was well off of the bed. Holding them there, I pushed the two pillows under his butt with my knee. I lowered his legs to let his butt come to rest on the pillows. I was staring straight at the swirl of black hair that covered his asshole. Since I had to use both hands to support his legs, I could only attack him with my tongue. And attack him I did! I sucked and nibbled his perineum and his balls. I blew in the hair in his crack. I licked that hair, circling his asshole but not touching it with my tongue, only blowing on it. After I bared it by plastering down the hair with my tongue, I could watch it pucker as I blew on it. Finally I touched it with the tip of my tongue and then pulled back. Dad jerked. His asshole opened and closed continually. I looked at his dick to see if he was cumming. I was sure he must be, but he wasn't. So I touched his asshole again with my tongue. He jerked again, but not as violently. I kept my tongue in contact with it, circling and wetting it. Then I backed off a little and blew a stream of air straight at it. I cold feel his legs shiver in my hands. I continued doing variations of those same things for a few minutes. Then I pulled the pillows out from under his butt and lowered his legs. I started licking around the base of his dick. He was still oozing precum. It had run down to his navel because of the angle of his belly. It was full and the precum was running onto his upper belly. When my tongue touched the base of his dick, he said quietly, "Be very careful or I'll cum." I left his dick then, deciding to lick up all the precum and giving his dick a chance to cool down. I followed the trail of precum across his belly to the head of his dick. But when I touched my tongue to it, he moaned and said, "Not yet." I couldn't think what to do. I had done everything that I knew of that would increase his excitement, and I didn't want him to cum until he was ready. I crawled up the bed and kissed him. Almost as if that was a signal, he rolled me onto my back and started to lick me. My sensitive nipples turned into two hard points that began to burn as he licked and sucked on them. He repeated everything I had done to his body on mine. I didn't have the self control that he did, so it was all I could do not to grab my own dick and begin pounding it. When I felt his lips close around the head, I was done for. I came hard, so hard that I bucked and he had to hold me to the bed. He kept my dick in his mouth until the last aftershock had passed. I was exhausted. He let it slide out of his mouth and then came to kiss me, letting me taste my cum in his mouth. We shared it for a few minutes, until I felt revived enough to move. I went straight for his dick. I hadn't played with it at all, and I wanted to. It was past being hard, that state it got into after it had been hard for so long that it was actually swollen. I sucked the head into my mouth, stabbing my tongue into the slit. I sucked his foreskin over my tongue and stabbed my tongue between the foreskin and the head. I abraded his foreskin with my tongue and teeth. When I tasted the precum, I knew I was reviving him as well. I held the bottom half of his dick with one hand, supporting myself on the elbow of my other arm and lightly running the fingers of that hand over his balls. I put more and more pressure on his dick with my mouth. I decided to see if I could take all of it, so I forced my head down on it. To my surprise, I felt my nose press against his balls. I swallowed to work my throat muscles against the head of his dick. Then I pulled my head back so I could get a breath. I repeated it half a dozen times. The head of his dick felt slimy on my tongue. I felt his hand touch the back of my head. I knew he was ready, so I plunged down on his dick and swallowed as I buried my nose in between his balls. I felt him begin to shoot as his dick swelled in my throat. I almost lost control, feeling my gag reflex react to the sudden expansion of his dick. I let his dick withdraw to half way, so I could slide the area behind the head against the roof of my mouth. My mouth filled up with cum. I couldn't swallow and maintain control, so I let it run out my mouth. When he was finished, my mouth was full, my chin was coated, and there were drops of his cum sitting on his pubic hair. I reversed myself so I could kiss him and let him taste his cum in my mouth. We ended up with his cum smeared on both of our faces. We laid like that for a short while, me partly on top of him. The I went for a washcloth to clean off the cum from his face and his body. I cleaned myself in the bathroom. When I came back, he was laying on his side waiting for me to wiggle back against him into our usual sleeping position. As my butt touched his dick, he slid his hand over my side and down to cup my dick and balls. The last thing I thought about before I drifted off to sleep was that the sex was pretty definitely not over. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.