Date: Tue, 05 Oct 1999 20:20:04 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 17" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 17
by Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.

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Thursday I found out from Chris that he and his dad had talked more too on
Wednesday night.  All of us now knew everything, so there wasn't any need
to keep secrets. They sucked each other off again, but this time Chris
managed to swallow it down instead of getting it all over the place.  His
dad helped him by showing him how to use his hand to control how much dick
went in his mouth. This had never been a problem when he was sucking me. I
was still hoping that someday it would. And from what dad said, if I took
after mom's side of the family, it definitely would.

Friday night was very strange. I couldn't get the image of my dad and Paul
having sex out of my mind. I wondered how much of what dad and I did, they
would also do. After a while I even began to think about what they might be
doing at that moment. It kept me hard. Finally I called Chris and told him
he had to come stay over with me the next night. I was afraid he would say
no because it would mean missing a chance with his dad, but he said his
parents were going to a Christmas party.

Saturday was the day of mom's big date with Charlie. She was nervous all
day. I tried to help her calm down, which I think surprised her. But it
also helped because she knew I was willing to work at making it comfortable
for everybody. I had never thought of myself as a terror until dad told me
I had put Grandfather onto his best behavior. The sense of power was
exhilarating.

Chris came over in the middle of the afternoon. Mom let us cook our own
dinner, which was just burgers and fries, and we managed to do it without
destroying the kitchen or even making a very big mess. She was dressed and
ready almost an hour before Charlie was supposed to pick her up.  Then she
sat around trying not to wrinkle. Chris and I were watching tv, or trying
to, but mom was so nervous that it was more entertaining to watch her
fidget. When the doorbell finally rang, she jumped up and told me to answer
it because she had to pee. She ran up the stairs to her bedroom while I
opened the door.

There stood Charlie, very tall and not bad looking at all. He was nervous
too. I could see it in his body language. I tried to act like an adult. I
invited him in, introduced myself and shook his hand, offered to take his
coat (he kept it), and introduced him to Chris. I told him mom wouldn't be
long and invited him to sit down in the living room. He perched on the edge
of a chair, ready to flee at a moment's notice. I knew I was supposed to
make conversation, but I was at a loss. I knew he was a doctor, but I
couldn't think of anything to say about that. "So you're a doctor, huh?"
didn't seem like it had much of a future. And the kinds of questions that
came to my mind included how many of his patients had died that week, which
I didn't think would put him at ease. I had a shot at the weather, and
since the nice thing about weather as a topic is that you're always having
some, we managed three interchanges about that. I could see the relief on
his face when we heard my mom coming down the stairs.

She didn't seem as nervous as he did, but then women never do.  They said
the appropriate things to each other. When she got her coat, he helped her
to put it on. I told them to have a good time as they got ready to
leave. My mom asked if we were sure we would be ok alone, and we assured
her that we would. I shook his hand just as mom opened the door. Last of
all, I told him not to keep her out too late. He actually said he
wouldn't. My mom just gave me a look.

"So whatcha wanna do now?" I asked Chris.

"Suck!" he answered.

I wasn't surprised. We did it in my room just in case mom and Charlie had
to come back for anything. We decided on a medium-fast one to be followed
by a long slow one when we went to bed. The time in between we filled with
tv and three times as much junk food as either of our mothers would have
let us have at one sitting. I knew Chris had gotten tired of watching tv
when he began to grope me. We were back in my bedroom getting ready for our
showers shortly after that.

Chris wanted us to shower together, something we hadn't done since we were
very young. We tried it. It certainly was different from showering with my
dad. The only thing Chris wanted to wash was my dick, and I would have cum
in no time at all if I had let. In the end it turned out that we just
washed ourselves while being in the shower stall at the same time.

We started sucking almost as soon as we were both in bed. I told Chris that
we could either go easy or we would have to stop when either of us was
getting close. Otherwise it wouldn't last. He agreed, reluctantly. I think
he was more interested in another medium-fast suck.

At the first break, we began talking again about all the new information we
had. At least it was new to Chris, and I kept up the pretense from my side
too. Through intense questioning he got every last bit of information out
of me that he could about my dad's dick. He made it very clear that he
wanted to find out for himself at some time. Then we went back to sucking
for a while.  During the next break we talked about his dad's dick. He
didn't actually know as much about it as I did about my dad's. Of course,
he hadn't had as many opportunities for close study as I had had. This led
to the idea that I would have to see it for myself. At that point we had to
suck each other for a while again. Chris barely held back when we stopped
the next time. It was clear that this would be the last break. Chris picked
up right where we had left off.

"We gotta set it up so you get to see him with a hardon," he said.

"How?" I asked. "Think I should just ask him to whip it out for me?"

"He'd probably do it. But it's hard to think of a time when you could ask
him."

I couldn't believe he took what I said seriously. "Yeah, that'd be a
problem alright."

"How about if he catches us when he comes in to my room again?"

"When, after Christmas?" I asked.

"No, we can't wait that long. Tomorrow's out, Monday's out. You have to
stay overnight with me on Tuesday."

"Dunno if my mom'll go for that. We're leaving on Wednesday for
Grandfather's," I said.

"Yeah, she will. Just tell her. Don't ask her."

"Ok, Tuesday I stay at your house."

"And we get my dad!" he said as he tried to swallow my dick.

I was back on his just as fast. I was already beginning to imagine what
might happen if his dad caught us sucking again. This time I came first, a
rare thing when I was having sex with Chris.  When we were finished, he
wanted to see if we could do it again, but I was too tired. I think he
actually went to sleep before I did.

Sunday dad came at the prearranged time to pick me and mom up for
dinner. It wasn't much different from her date with Charlie the night
before, except that neither one seemed particularly nervous. During dinner
I was trying to hold up my end of the conversation as well as I could, and
as a result I mentioned her date with Charlie. There was a slight pause
while they tried to decide separately if my mentioning it was a problem or
not. Dad decided it wasn't and told her Charlie had always seemed like a
nice guy to him. You could see the tension drain out of my mom as he said
it. She replied that he seemed that way to her too. They then proceeded to
talk about the details of her date. When she told him what time they had
gotten home, a fact I didn't know since Chris and I had sucked ourselves to
sleep by then, I said, "Hey, I told him to have you home early!"

"Aw, give her a break!" my dad said.

I acted like I was mulling it over.  They just smiled at each other. When
dad dropped us off later that night, my mom told me that that had been one
of the best times she had ever had.

Monday morning Chris gave me a thumbs up as he got out of his car pool to
tell me that he and his dad had sucked each other off the night before. It
was old news now, nothing to spend time on for fear that we hadn't shared
every last detail. We were both looking forward to Tuesday night and the
plan to include me.

When the big day finally came, it came fully equipped with all of the
optional extras that kept Chris and me from doing anything to relieve the
tension building from anticipation. Chris's mom wasn't going to be home
that afternoon, but Chris and I had to take our own car pools home.  When I
got there, my mom was home and had some things she wanted me to do. I got
to Chris's house hoping that we would have enough time for a fast suck
before his mom came home, but she was already there. We followed the usual
routine, all the way through the hour of family time before his mom's quiet
hour. She even made us do our homework even though there was only a half
day of school the following day, the last day before Christmas vacation,
and nothing would actually be accomplished.

As soon as we were released, we ran up to Chris's bedroom to prepare for
bed. As we got in bed, we heard Chris's dad talking to his mom. She went
into their bedroom and he went into the hall bath. Chris and I were both
naked and hard. And waiting. Chris's idea was that we would be lying in bed
flipping our hardons back and forth when his dad came in, assuming he
did. We had planned this at lunch. My thought was that we should let him
catch us sucking each other again, but Chris was afraid he would leave
before we could say anything, as he had the last time. I agreed that that
danger existed, so I fell in with Chris's plan.

It felt strange to be lying there flipping my dick up and then letting it
slap down on my belly as the muscle tension pulled it back. I became bored
with that and was just about to grab Chris's dick and flip it for him when
the door opened. Even though we had expected it, in fact had planned on it,
the opening door caused both of us to freeze. The result was that his dad's
first glimpse of us was of two boys holding their dicks up.

He came in to the room and pushed the door closed behind him. Chris began
flipping his dick again, but I was still holding mine at a right angle from
my crotch. His dad said, "What a sight!"  and let his robe, which wasn't
tied, come open and separate in the breeze created by his walking towards
the bed. He wasn't hard when the front of the robe first separated, but he
was on his way to it by the time he reached the bed. He sat on Chris's
side. Chris moved over toward me to make room for him.

I had wondered all day what he would say or do, concocting elaborate
pictures in my mind. He did the simplest thing he could have done, he
wrapped each hand around one of our dicks and squeezed them. He was fully
hard himself by then, with the very big head of his dick sticking up and
out from between his legs.

Chris told him, "Get in the middle."

His dad shrugged his robe off of his shoulders and wiggled to the center of
the bed as Chris pulled up his legs to let him by. The robe slid to the
floor once he was no longer sitting on it.

Chris told me, "Go ahead and feel it."

I wrapped my hand around his dad's dick. I thought immediately that it was
the same thickness as my dad's, but the head was much larger and stuck out
over the shaft what seemed like a long way. His dad had had to let go of
Chris's dick to move, but grabbed it again when Chris stretched his legs
out. He jerked us both slowly as I felt his dick from top to bottom. Chris
slid his hand in under mine, touching his dad's balls and the very bottom
of his dick. What we were doing must have been very exciting to him because
a drop of precum started to form almost immediately at the opening of his
dick I smeared it around with my thumb.

Chris, who was apparently going to be the master of ceremonies for the
evening, told his dad, "Lie down so we can lick your dick."

His dad did, which put his feet above our heads and his crotch just below
them. We had to scoot down a little to get at his dick. He didn't let go of
our dicks through this rearrangement.

"You can lick it first," Chris said to me.

So I did. I held it at the base to keep it standing up and I applied my
tongue to it. I was aware that it tasted different from my dad's, something
I never really noticed about Chris's dick. I licked it up the side first,
and then around the edge of the head, letting the tip of my tongue use the
underside of the edge like a track to keep it in place. Chris just watched
me from a few inches away while I did that. Licking the top of the head was
strange too, since it was flatish and wide. It was almost like licking the
ice cream in a cone after you've pushed it down inside with your tongue and
flattened out the top. And every lick brought a fresh taste of precum which
was beginning to ooze out steadily, but not in as much volume as came out
of my dad's dick.

When I had licked the whole surface of his dick, two things
happened. First, I felt Chris's dad pull my hips toward him and suck my
dick into his mouth. Then Chris started licking his dad's dick on the side
opposite to where I was licking. The whole experience was very erotic for
me. I was trying to pay attention to so many things that I could feel
myself losing control over my own reactions but I couldn't do anything
about it. Fortunately his dad didn't suck me for very long. I looked down
towards his head when he let my dick slide out of his mouth and saw that he
had begun to suck Chris's dick. That was almost as erotic as having my own
sucked. It was the first time I had ever seen anyone suck anyone else's
dick, not counting watching Chris sucking mine.

As Chris and I worked together over the surface of his dad's dick with our
tongues, it was inevitable that our tongues would meet. When it happened,
Chris seemed a little surprised at first. Then he began to cause our
tongues to touch, purposely licking the same part of his dad's dick as I
was. After a while we were licking each other's tongues as much as we were
his dad's dick. Then I tried another trick that came to mind. I licked the
precum from the tip of his dad's dick and deposited it on Chris's
tongue. He noticed immediately and did the same thing back to me. We were
practically chasing each other's tongues with our own around and around his
dad's dick

Meanwhile, his dad continued to move back and forth between us, sucking our
dicks in turn.  I don't know how it was going for Chris, but he sucked me
until I felt I would cum in the next minute and then moved to Chris's. He
had hold of my balls while he was sucking me, so he probably knew from
those little indicators just how close I was to an orgasm when he stopped.

Chris had the next idea. He told me, "Let's slide our mouths up and down
his dick together, like we were jerking him off."

He put his mouth on the other side of his dad's dick from mine, held my
head with his hand, and moved his head and mine up and down the shaft
together. I caught the rhythm and he let go of my head. I faltered a little
when his dad started sucking my dick again, but then I caught up.

We continued this for what seemed like a very long time, us jerking his
dick with our mouths and him alternately sucking one of us and then the
other. Then Chris slid his mouth up onto the head of his dad's dick and
sucked it in. He couldn't get much more than the head in his mouth, so I
opened my mouth as wide as I could and engulfed as much of the shaft below
Chris's reach as I could. I could see that his dad had stopped sucking
either one of us, and I noticed his balls, which had been loose before,
were very tight against the base of his dick. I knew he was about to cum.

With a jerk that forced more of his dick into Chris's mouth, he began to
cum. I could feel his dick spasming as it pumped out the first shot of
cum. Chris took it, but he was pulling at my head to get me to move from
the shaft to the head. When I realized what he wanted, I slid my mouth up
beside his. He put his hand on my cheek and slid his mouth off and mine on
the head of his dad's dick almost between spurts. Some went on my cheek,
but the rest went in my mouth along with the big head of his dad's dick. My
mouth was instantly full. I came close to repeating Chris's first time
experience of shooting his cum out of my nose. But fortunately, his last
shots weren't as large as his first ones, and I just dribbled a little down
my chin.

Chris grabbed me as soon as I let his dad's dick slide out of my mouth and
pushed me onto my back. He crawled over both his dad and me and started
sucking my dick. I was very close already so I knew I wouldn't last. Then I
felt his dad's mouth on my dick too. It worked up from my balls and took
over from Chris's. Chris began to suck my balls. That was all it took. I
gave his dad everything I had. he swallowed it with no trouble.

Before I could even catch my breath, his dad had rolled Chris onto his back
and was sucking his dick. I wanted to be a part of it, so I rolled over and
got my mouth on Chris's balls. His dad was taking his entire dick in his
mouth as he moved his head up and down. Chris's balls pulled out of my
mouth as they tightened up and disappeared inside of him, signaling the
start of his orgasm.  His dad pulled my head up against his. he twisted my
head as he turned his own. Suddenly we were kissing each other with our
mouths open. Chris's dick was in the middle of the kiss, squirting cum into
both of our mouths. I was trying not to put pressure on the head of his
dick because I knew it was painful for him while he was cumming, but he
seemed to be surviving it with no trouble.

When Chris was finished, his dad slid us off of his dick but didn't break
the kiss. We swapped the taste of Chris's cum, mixed probably with the
taste of mine from his mouth and the taste of his from mine. Then his dad
kissed Chris, clearly doing the same thing. I think it was the first time
that had happened. I know it was the first time for me and Chris when I did
the same thing after his dad.

"That was really great!" Chris said.

"Sure was," his dad said.

"Yep," I added.

"We got to do that again," Chris said.

"Only not right now," his dad said as he stood up and started to get into
his robe. "G'night guys.  Thanks for letting me play."

We both told him good night as well.

After his dad left, Chris and I talked through it all so neither of us
would miss any of the details.  Chris particularly wanted to talk about the
kiss. It was the first time they had kissed in that way, and he was glad I
had kissed him too.

All the talk about sex had gotten us both excited again. In fact, neither
of us had actually gotten soft after our orgasms. We decided on a quick
suck before we had to go to sleep.

We had just begun when Chris let go of my dick and said, "Can we taste each
other's after we're done?"

"Better than that," I said. "Don't swallow!"

"OK!" Chris said, figuring out what I had in mind.

Even though we had just cum not long before, we did manage a quick suck.
Chris came first, as always, and I came right after. Then I turned around
and pressed my mouth against his. He opened his at the first touch of my
tongue. I slid it into his mouth, pushing some of his cum with it.  Almost
right away, I felt his tongue moving into mine, mixing my cum into his. We
kissed that way for a while before we broke apart and swallowed. We almost
forgot to get back into our boxers before we went to sleep. In fact, I was
half asleep when Chris sat up suddenly and reminded me. After that we were
both gone for the night.

To be continued.

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