Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 13:30:20 GMT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad, part 16" (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 16 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 Tuesday night dad called. After he moved out of the house, he had started calling me every night. We would usually talk for a few minutes about nothing very important and then say good night. This continued after the divorce too, but it became less regular as our lives settled into a new pattern. I would miss his call if I was staying at Chris's and often he didn't call on evenings when he went to the gym. Since I would see him the next day, I was a little surprised that he called that time. The first thing he said was, "I know you can't talk about this right now, but I just wanted to know how things went with Chris. Did he buy your story?" "Yep, sure did," I said. "How about you?" "Same thing. Larry was ok with all of it. So there are no more secrets." "That's right," I said. I didn't know whether or not my mom paid any attention to my telephone conversations, but even if she did, nothing I said should have seemed out of the ordinary. Then he said, "Paul is going to be in town this week on business. You remember him, don't you?" I sure did. He was the one who taught my dad to suck dick. I hadn't seen him in years, ever since we had gone to visit him and Beth. "Yeah, I remember him." "Would you mind if he had dinner with us tomorrow night?" I didn't know if I minded or not. I was definitely going to mind if it meant he would hang around all night because this was the last time I would see my dad until after Christmas. But if he just ate with us and then left, it would be fine with me. When I thought about it some more, I remembered that I was staying over with him this Wednesday so even if Paul did hang around, there was still afterwards when we went to bed. I must have been quiet a long time because dad asked, "Hey, you there? If it bothers you that much, I'll just tell him no." "No, it's cool, it really is. I was just thinking," I said. "Oh, I see. Well I know how funny that must feel, being as to how you don't do it all that much. I guess you were just too fascinated by the whole process to keep on talking, huh?" "Just take after my old man is all. But I'm working on it," I said. "I'll bring him in to say hi to your mom," he said. So Wednesday night when he came to pick me up, he and Paul came into the house instead of me running out to the car in my usual way. It felt strange because it was the first time dad had been in the house since shortly after he moved out. Mom offered them a drink, but they turned it down. They sat and talked for a few minutes, with mom and Paul doing most of the talking. Dad seemed to be looking around. I guess it was strange for him since this had been his home too for about nine years. When we left, mom hugged Paul. She and dad looked at each other for a minute after that, as if they were trying to decide what to do. Then mom started toward dad and he started toward her and they hugged each other too. During dinner my mind kept going back to what my dad had told me about him and Paul pouring beer all over each other's dicks and then sucking each other off on the beach. The last time I had seen Paul, I was about eight years old. I thought he was an ok guy then. Now I was thinking how good looking he was. He had strawberry blond hair and green eyes, a great combination. He seemed to be in good shape, or perhaps I should say he definitely didn't have a big belly. He was wearing corduroy slacks and a bulky, loose-fitting sweater, so I couldn't see much of his body. I noticed that the backs of his hands were covered with longish blond hair. I wondered if he was hairy all over. I also wondered what his dick was like, and I caught myself smiling when I realized that I could ask my dad later on. Paul treated me as if I was another adult, not like a kid at all. That made me like him that much more. After dinner we dropped him off at his hotel. On the way back to my dad's apartment, had said, "You and Paul really seemed to hit it off." "Yeah," I said. "I like him a lot. I remembered him from before, but he seems like he's different now or something." "You're the one who's different. You grew up. He's just the same as he was." "Really? No, wait!" I was laughing, because my dad gave me the look that always told me I had said something particularly stupid. "I know I grew up since then. I mean is he really just the same as he was?" "Sure seems like it to me," he said. "Course you haven't seen him for a long time and I have, so maybe if he's changed, its just me not noticing it because he was a little bit different each time." "How'd you see him? You haven't been to their house in a long time, like years and years." "Figure it out. What's the alternative?" "Oh, dumb! So he came here. I just never saw him," I said. "Right. He only came by the house once or twice." "You guys still having sex?" I asked. "Yeah, sure are. About four times a year he comes on business and we get together. He's staying over with me this weekend after he's done with his business. He can do some Christmas shopping too." "He's a hot looking guy." "I think so too," he said. "He have a nice dick?" I asked. "Yeah, about the same size as mine, but circumcised. Curves the littlest bit to the right. Pointy head. Light tan above the circumcision scar, darker below. I miss anything you particularly wanted to know about it?" I had to laugh. "No, guess that about covers it. He hairy?" "Yeah, more than me, or at least the hair on his arms and legs is longer than on mine. Hairy chest too. All blond, except his crotch, that's almost pink." "Pink? He's got pink hair around his dick?" I asked. Somehow the idea amazed me. "Sure does, just a little different color than the hair on his head. Want me to get you a sample?" I tried to give him as good as he was giving me. "Yeah, you think you could? Maybe shave off a little patch over his dick and jerk half a dozen hairs out of his balls. Try to keep them separate, ok?" He punched me on the arm and we both started laughing. "I think you were easier to handle before you grew up!" he said. "Yeah, but I suck dick better now!" I shot back. "I didn't think you were doing it long enough to know. What's this, your second month on the sucking circuit?" he asked with a humorously snide tone to his voice. "Natural born talent, went straight to the professional level my second time out. I would've been just as good no matter when I started," I said in a snooty tone. "Any chance I could get a demonstration?" "Sure!" I said as I reached for his zipper. "Hey, don't even think about it! I'd wreck the car for sure!" "Don't say I didn't give you your chance," I said. "You mean I missed my chance? That's it? My one and only chance for the evening and I blew it?" "No, I'll give you a chance to blow it later," I said with a chuckle. "I'm not gonna win this one, I can see it. You're getting too good for me!" Nothing he could have said could have made me happier. I had played him at his own game and matched him. When we got back to the apartment, we were out of our clothes and into the shower in a flash. He seemed just as anxious to play as I was. The result was that we both had to be careful not to go too far. We were both still hard after we dried off and settled on the sofa, something that was common for me but very rare for my dad. He turned on the tv, saying, "Background noise." It was true. We never watched the tv even though it was usually on while we worked at exciting each other. This time was no exception. He settled on the sofa with his back against the arm, one leg stretched down the sofa, and the other on the ottoman. He patted the sofa between his knees, so I sat there facing him. He pulled me towards him and put my legs on top of his, causing me to lie down with my head between his feet. He kept pulling until my perineum was nearly pressed up against his balls. He tossed me a pillow to put under my head. I could look straight at him. Then he asked me to tell him what happened with Chris. As I started talking, he started rubbing the inside of my thighs very lightly. It was sending charges straight to my balls and, strangely enough, to my nipples. He worked up the insides of my thighs and all around my crotch, giving my balls a lot of attention but giving my dick very little. I repeated the story which I had told Chris. I had gotten about half way through it when he started wiping the precum off of his dick with his finger and rubbing it around on the head of mine, particularly on the place behind the head where the bundle of skin comes together. When I finished the story, he said, "Pretty impressive. You got all of the high points in that one story. And he never seemed like he didn't believe you?" "Nope, not once. Just the other way round. He kept saying, 'I told you'. He was sure I just had to ask you and you'd do it." "Well, I guess he was right too!" We both laughed over that. "So tell me about Larry. Let's change places too." I wanted to do the same things to him. Also, I was so excited that I couldn't stand much more. I just slid down the sofa until I could sit up against the arm. I pulled on his legs and he slid down toward me. I handed him the pillow and started rubbing the insides of his thighs. Then I told him he could start. "Ok. We came back here after our workout. We ate some burgers we picked up on the way. While we were eating, I told him you told me about him catching you and Chris last Thursday. I told him you were all upset over it. He said he was sorry you were. He thought he would catch you guys jerking each other off, but it really surprised him that you were sucking." "Not as much as it surprised us!" I said. "I dunno, I betcha it did! So then I started telling him all of this stuff that you supposedly told me, the story about you and Chris and how you got started. When I got to the part about him and Chris, he wasn't really surprised that Chris had told you, but it did bother him. It bothered him a lot more that I knew about it. I felt like I knew what he was thinking because I thought some of the same things when you and I were getting started. He tried to explain it to me so I would understand how it happened. He was worried about what I would think. I told him just to wait and I kept on talking. I told him the rest of what you and I cooked up, how we ended up sucking each other's dicks on Saturday. I didn't have the part about the shower in what I told him, but he wasn't interested in that kind of details anyhow. I don't think he and Chris will compare stories close enough for it to ever be a problem." "That's good," I said. I had discovered that I could get hold of his foreskin between my thumb and index finger and pull it past the head of his dick so it would stay open and make a little well. Then I could rub up and down the back of his dick very lightly with the fingers of my other hand, especially around the rim of the head where the outline showed through the foreskin The rubbing made the precum ooze out, and the well was filling up. I was having a great time. "He was obviously relieved after what I told him about us. We talked about that for a while, nothing that you have to hear right now. When you have a son, if the issue comes up, I'll talk to you about it then." I realized that I was taking it just as much for granted as he was that I would have a son of my own someday. "Ok," I said. "I'll remember." "He told me that he and Chris had sucked each other off for the first time on Saturday afternoon. He told me all about it. He really wanted to talk about it. I guess it was because he knew he was talking to somebody who understood where he was coming from. He also said that he told Chris about him and me sucking each other off, the whole story about us right from the first time we did it. He was worried that I wouldn't like him doing that. I said that I told you too, so it was ok with me. It was really a funny coincidence because he did all this talking with Chris on Saturday, and the story you and I were telling them was supposed to happen on Saturday too." The well of precum inside his foreskin had filled up and was starting to run over, so I pulled his foreskin down. The precum ran all down his dick, like wax melting on a candle. There was a lot of it. I wrapped my hand around his dick and started jerking him loosely with it. I held his loose skin at the bottom of his dick so I was rubbing the skin instead of moving the skin against what was underneath of it and the head too. He closed his eyes while I did it. I could tell how much he liked it. After a few minutes of silence while I did that to him, he said, "Better ease up on that for now." I knew that meant he was getting too close to cumming, so I stopped. "Do that trick again where you get all my precum to stay inside my foreskin," he told me. "But don't let it run down. Just tell me when you're done, ok?" "Ok," I said, doing as he asked. "So you and Larry had a long talk on Monday, huh?" "Yep, sure did. You know, I was really glad we did this. I feel a lot better about it this way." "Me too," I said. "Did you suck each other off?" "You know it. We were both really hot from all the talk." We were quiet for a few minutes, then I told him his foreskin was full. He took hold of it from me and pinched the end closed. Then he scooted back up the sofa. He moved his legs together in between mine and told me to scoot down towards him with my legs on top. When I did, I was in the same position I had been in before. He bent his dick down until the head was touching my balls and let go of his foreskin. His precum ran out on my balls. He cupped his hand under them to catch it. He started rubbing it all over my balls, which were pulled tight up under my dick. "One advantage to having no hair on your balls yet, they're really sensitive," he said. "You know it!" I said. "That feels great!" He continued to rub the precum around until it dried up. Then he held out his hand for mine and told me to sit up. He had to pull me up because of the way my legs were bent. I had to hold on to his shoulder or I would have fallen onto my back again. He told me to bend my dick down until it pointed straight out. That was about as far as it would bend too without starting to hurt bad. Then he pushed his dick down until it was tip to tip with mine. He took hold of the edge of his foreskin with his index fingers and thumbs of both hands and pulled it forward. It slid over the head of my dick just a little ways. He told me to wrap my hand around his dick behind the head and push the skin up. He had to tell me several times to push harder. I was afraid of hurting him. He wrapped one of his hands around the foreskin that was over the head of my dick and started to pull it toward me. The head of my dick disappeared inside. When he was finished, the whole head of my dick was inside his foreskin and the skin went a little bit beyond the head. He had me take hold of my dick head covered with his foreskin. He took our dick shafts in his hands and started wiggling them around, so the tips of our dicks rubbed against each other inside his foreskin. It was wet from his precum. The skin on the inside of his foreskin felt very slick too. I had to tell him to stop after a few minutes because I was afraid I would cum. He said he was very close too. I suggested we go to bed, and he agreed. I went on ahead and pulled the covers down while he turned off the lights. He laid out flat and I cuddled up against his right side. He got his arm under my head and hugged me to him. I pressed my whole front against him, putting my right leg on top of his. He pushed his in between mine, pressing firmly against my dick and balls. I started playing with his nipples and the hair on his chest. We had both gotten a chance to cool off by moving from the sofa. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Shoot," he said. "You told me one time that Uncle Bill has a big dick. How do you know?" "I saw it. How else?" "How did you see it?" I asked. "This is a long story. You up for it now?" I ground my dick against his leg and said, "As up as I can be!" "Not what I asked you. You're always up like that. Anyhow, it happened like this. It was right before Bill and Linda got married. Your grandfather decided he was going to give Bill a bachelor party. Bill's friends already had one planned, but your grandfather took it over. You know how he can be." "Sure do!" I said. "Your grandfather rented a suite at a hotel and had all of this food and liquor brought in. He turned it into a formal affair. Everybody wore tuxedos. Your grandfather invited some of his friends to come too. He set it up a week before the wedding. I had to go because I was Bill's brother in law. Tony was there too. Your grandfather got rooms for us in the hotel, but he and Bill had the bedrooms in the suite. I really felt sorry for Bill. He's not a bad guy at all. He deserved better. "Well, to make a long story short, Bill got stinking drunk. Nobody could blame him. Your grandfather was thoroughly pissed off. He told Bill he had ruined his bachelor party. I thought that was really something. "Your grandfather was so disgusted with Bill that he asked me if I could put him up in my room because he couldn't stand to look at him. I practically had to carry him back there." "Wow!" I said. "He's bigger than you too!" "And a lot heavier! As soon as we were out the door, Bill started thanking me for getting him out of there. I mean sloppy drunk kind of thanking, just real extreme. And also for letting him bunk in with me so he didn't have to stay with Tony. He hates Tony, but you know that. I kept telling him it was no problem. "While I was getting him back to my room, I found out that his tux shirt and his pants down to his knees were soaked. Your grandfather had knocked his last drink out of his hand and it went all down his front. In the room I started trying to get him out of his wet clothes. I thought he was going to pass out at first, but then he started pulling my clothes off too. He was talking like a little kid. It was on purpose, like he was trying to make a joke. What he said was I couldn't take his clothes off unless he could take my clothes off too. So I let him. Everything he was wearing was wet except his socks, so I took it all off of him and he did the same thing to me. Then I pushed him down on the bed. I figured he'd pass out right away. "I bent over to pick up the clothes we had thrown on the floor when he grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed. He was trying to tickle me and wrestle with me at the same time. He was actually hitting some tickle spots. He was crawling all over me too. I thought it was funny. The next thing I knew he had my dick in his mouth. I tried to get him to stop, but my dick was liking it too much. I gave in pretty quick actually because it felt good. He was on his hands and knees next to me, so his dick was right near my face. He was hard. I had enough to drink so I didn't care, you know how that is. I started sucking him too. He's big, like an inch or inch and a half more than me. His is thicker too, the whole way, not just in one part. Of course he is circumcised within an inch of his life. No loose skin on that boy, no sir. We took each other's loads. Then he just went to sleep. I couldn't get the bedclothes out from under him. I had to pull the sheet and blanket from the other bed and the two of us slept there with our heads down at the bottom of the bed. "The next morning I woke up first. He was seriously hung over. First thing he said to me was, 'What happened last night? I don't remember a thing.' I thought it was possible he was that drunk, and it sure made things easier if he didn't remember. I told him what your grandfather did. He said he remembered that. I just let the rest of it go." "Wow, that's really wild," I said as I started sliding his foreskin up and down over the head of his dick. I was beginning to hump his leg a little too. "There's more. Turned out his friends were really pissed off at your grandfather for taking over their party and then for being such a shit. So I got this call from his friend Mark who told me they were giving Bill another bachelor party but to keep it a secret because they didn't want your grandfather to find out. They planned for this to be the real thing, with a stripper and lots of drinking. They thought we all ought to stay overnight in the hotel afterwards because we would probably be too drunk to drive home. Mark said they had me down to share a room with Bill. "I've never been to a party like that turned out to be. The stripper really got into it. She stripped naked instead of just to her g-string and pasties. By this time everybody was really drunk. One of the guys wanted to have sex with her, and she was all for it. He pulled off his pants and they went at it right there on the floor while everybody watched. When he got done, another guy took his place. A couple more guys had their pants off because they wanted to fuck her too. Almost everybody else had their dicks out and were jerking off watching this woman get fucked. "About that time Bill told me he had to lay down or he was going to pass out. I said I had enough too. Really I thought it was shaping up so everybody would be expected to fuck this stripper, and I didn't want to. "The suite had two bedrooms and one of them was ours. I guided him into it and locked the door behind us. I figured if I didn't, the party might move in there with us. Bill sat on the edge of one of the beds and then fell back, laying there with his feet still on the floor. He still had his dick out too. It was about three-quarters hard. He had been one of the ones jerking off while we watched the fucking. "I asked him if he needed help getting undressed. He said he didn't. He also didn't seem as drunk as he did when we were still at the party. He decided he wanted to get a shower before he went to sleep. I thought it was a good idea too because we were both pretty sweaty. He got his clothes off with no trouble and took his shower. I went right in after he came out. "He had pulled the spread and sheet back on one of the beds and was laying there naked. He said he just wanted to cool off some more before he tried to sleep. I decided I could sleep naked too even though I got out clean boxers to wear. I had enough to drink that I went right off to sleep after I got in bed. "I woke up suddenly and sat up. Bill was getting in bed with me. I didn't know how late it was or anything. He didn't say anything to me. He pressed his hand on my chest and pushed me to lie back down. Then he started sucking my dick. I wasn't hard but I got hard right away. I let him suck me for a few minutes before I pulled him down to the bed and started sucking his dick too. We wiggled down the bed until we both had enough room. He didn't seem as frantic as he had the night of the other party. I followed his lead, drawing it out and making it last. He came before I did. He stayed still while he was cumming and then went right back to sucking me. I expected him to bring me off right away then, but he made it last as long as he could until I just couldn't hold out any longer. "Afterwards he turned around on the bed and stayed there with me. He kissed me, which surprised me. We could taste each other's cum in our mouths. But he still hadn't said anything. I finally asked him if he would remember it in the morning this time. He said definitely not. We both laughed over it." "But he did he remember, right?" I asked. Dad had stopped me from playing with his dick and I had had to back off from pressing my dick against him. The story had gotten us both very close again. "Oh, sure! We didn't talk about it, but neither one of us was embarrassed about it. He was cuddled up against me in the morning when we woke up. "We had to go through the living room to get out of the suite. It was a wreck, stuff spilled everywhere. Two guys were sleeping on the floor. One was naked from the waist down and the other one was completely naked. One of them was laying face up. It looked like his whole crotch was covered in dry cum. The stripper was in the other bedroom. There were three guys with her. Two were on the bed with her and one was on the floor. She was laying on her back with her legs spread open. There was dry cum all down the inside of her thighs and around her crotch and there was a puddle on the sheet right between her legs. She was shaved bare, no pubic hair. One of the guys was on his back too and his crotch was all covered with cum. The other guy was on his side with his head on her belly. His face had dried cum all over it, so he must have given her head after she was pretty full of cum. None of these guys were the ones we saw fucking her, so if these guys all did her too, she had at least seven guys fuck her. That's a lot of cum." "Sure is," I said. "So did you and Bill ever do it again?" "Nope, never did. Never talked about it either." "That's wild!" I said as I started to crawl around so I could suck his dick. We got into a 69 position and started off slow licking each other's dicks. My dad's was wet from precum that had run down it while he was talking. I licked it all off and then began sucking it. He did the same to me. We had been building it for so long that we were on the edge of orgasm almost immediately. Then, for the first time ever, we came at the same time. It was hard to pay attention to both ends at once. I wanted to give his dick the attention it deserved but I couldn't get my focus off my own shooting dick. I was surprised. I had always thought that cumming at the same time would be the ultimate thrill, and it turned out it wasn't. I would rather have taken turns as we had done all the other times. Of course, sex which isn't the greatest is still miles ahead of the next best thing. I'm not really complaining. But I did have one of my cherished fantasies crushed. To be continued. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.