Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 08:21:11 CST
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad part 24" (incest) (M/t) (t/t)

Me and  Dad, part 24 on the Nifty Archive

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.
___________

Dad had awakened and gotten out of bed before I woke up, so I found him in
the kitchen reading the paper. He asked me what I wanted to do since we had
the whole day. I was awake enough to respond, "Have sex!"

"Not one of your choices," he said. "Pick something normal people do."

"No sex?" I whined.

"I'm not gonna be your all-day sucker. Chances are good for tonight. They
might not be all that bad for this morning if we don't spend too much time
doing it. But in between there has to be something you can do without a
hardon."

"I get a hardon no matter what I do," I said.

"You know what I mean."

So we laid out a plan of how we would spend the day. Dinner would be back
at dad's apartment.  Gramom had sent him home on Christmas day with another
mountain of leftovers, and he wanted us to tackle some of that.

We decided to shower first and have breakfast afterward, a big breakfast
that would do for lunch as well. We ended up jerking off together sitting
on the floor of the shower with our legs intertwined. We pressed our dicks
together and provided one hand each to do the stroking. We worked up a
thick, creamy lather to use as a lubricant. While we were stroking slowly,
we played with each other's nipples with our free hands. As we got close to
cumming, we kissed, letting out tongues play with each other too. I came
first, not surprisingly, and then my dad let me finish him off
afterwards. I reached up and turned the water up from a trickle to full
blast and the two of us sat there letting it beat down on us as we rested
our heads on each other's shoulders.

He put on his new see-through apron when he started to cook breakfast.
"Don't think I don't know exactly why you gave me this," he said.

"I know you do," I said.

His dick was pressed up against the plastic just like a nose pressed up
against a window pane.  The piping on the apron was red, so he had a red
line running down each side of his crack. I laughed about it when I saw it,
and he asked me, "Now what?", so I told him.

While he cooked and we ate, I told him about my experiences with Bill and
Jerry over the previous week.

"That's funny about Bill," he said. "I don't remember him as the quickie
king from our last time together, but I suppose that could have changed."

"It sure must've," I told him. "He thought it was lasting a long time if it
took over two minutes.  We'd probably drive him crazy, we do it so slow."

"You never can tell. Might just be lack of opportunity for a long slow one.
Jerry sounds like he's turning out to be one hot little kid. I guess
sneaking up on your dad while he's asleep runs in the family."

"I didn't sneak up on you. I was already there in the bed."

"You were sneaking up on me in your head even if I was right there beside
you."

"Yeah, that's true. I sneaked for a long time before I got there too. But
it can't run in the family really, can it? I mean, can you see Bill
sneaking up on Grandfather?" I asked.

"No way, you're right. It must have skipped a generation," he answered.

"But that means Grandfather sneaked up on his dad when he was a kid. I
can't buy that. No way."

"Your Grandfather was a kid once too, remember. Well, maybe that is asking
an awful lot. Ok, you shot me down. You and Jerry are just two of a
kind. Try as I might, I guess I can't lay that one on the family," he
said. "Mind you, I'm not complaining."

"I was wondering. Sure sounded like you were," I said.

"Let's get this mess cleaned up so we can get out of here."

"How about if I suck your dick while you do the dishes," I said. "I could
sit there on the floor right in front of the sink."

"How about you just do the dishes. You can stand there on the floor right
in front of the sink while you wash 'em."

"Awwww!" I whined.

"Life is tough all over. Get moving," he told me.

The day turned out to be a lot of fun. When we got back to the apartment,
we were both starving.  Fortunately everything was thawed and only needed
heating. We were eating within a half an hour. From dinner we moved
straight into the shower.

It had become difficult to see any real difference between washing each
other and the early stages of foreplay when we showered. As long as we
weren't in a hurry for some reason, our showers took a considerable amount
of time. We had become very good at saving water, letting the shower
trickle slowly except for the few blasts necessary to wet us down.  But
since we both liked to work up a substantial lather, we did go through a
lot of soap. We both liked a lather that was thick enough to sculpt. When
my dad stroked my dick with it, the only touch I would feel was from the
lather itself packed inside his hand which he had loosely wrapped around my
dick. The experience was positively luxurious.

I tried several times to do the same thing to him. I finally discovered
that it had the same effect on him that it had on me only when I pulled his
foreskin off of the head of his dick. Then the lather could do its
caressing work directly on the skin of the head. I could hold his foreskin
back with my thumb and index finger wrapped around the base of his dick,
leaving me three fingers to use to rub his balls.

We were both hard when we got out of the shower and dried off. From there
we moved to the sofa. I had been looking forward to this evening for over a
week, just the two of us with nothing to do except work on a long slow
building up of sexual pleasure leading to an intense orgasm. I got my dad
to lie on the sofa. I squatted in between his knees, lifting his legs so I
could slide mine underneath. I lowered his so they were bent a little at
the knee and draped over mine. I wiggled toward him until our balls were
touching. Lastly I handed him a pillow to put under his head so he could
look at me more easily. I knew he was excited too, because in addition to
having stayed hard from the shower, unusual in itself, he was also oozing
precum.

I began sliding my hands slowly and lightly up the inside of his thighs,
almost but not quite touching his balls each time I got to them. After a
little while, I kept my hands spread on his thighs while I traced a line
from the creases of his legs to his perineum with my thumb and index
finger. I was very careful not to touch his balls, but sometimes I would
just barely touch the hair on his balls. When I touched his balls for the
first time, I did it by sliding my thumbs up onto them from his
perineum. We started to talk while I was rubbing his balls.

"What'd you think about last night?" he asked.

"You mean the four of us having sex?" I asked.

"Yeah. What'd you think?"

"It was hot. Didn't you think it was?"

"Yeah, but what did you think about it. Was it like you expected?" he
asked.

"I dunno," I said as I started massaging the bottom half of his shaft with
my thumbs and index fingers. "It was really hot to watch. I really liked
that part."

"Would you rather have been watching or doing?"

"At first I wanted to watch more. I mean when we started off and Chris was
sucking you. That was so hot! I knew he must be going crazy because he's
been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Then you started to suck Larry," he said.

"Yeah, but I couldn't do that and watch you two. That's why I got him to
move. Also he was watching you over my head while I was sucking him. I
wanted to see you guys more than I wanted to suck him."

"It was very hot for me, watching you and Chris suck each other off."

"I just about lost it when you and Larry were sucking each other
too. That's when Chris and I couldn't stand it any more. We had to get in
it with you two. I guess that's when I really wanted to do it more than
watch it for the first time," I said.

"How'd you like it when we were all doing stuff to each other?"

"I didn't like that as much as when three of us went to work all together
on the other one. That was really hot! And then when everybody did it to
me. But other times I couldn't pay attention to it all. I would have rather
been doing it to somebody while nobody was doing anything to me because
really I had to ignore what they were doing to me," I told him. I had moved
up his dick and was now alternately rubbing the precum around the head with
my index finger and sliding the skin up and down over the slick, wet head.

"Yeah, you can't pay attention to everything. I told you it was different.
Want to do it again?"

"For sure! But not tonight. I want us to play tonight. I like the way we do
it. Really I like the way we do it better than the four of us. But I want
to do that again too."

I leaned over and licked the precum off the head of his dick. He shivered
and said, "Let's change places for a while."

He slid up the sofa so his back was nearly at the arm. We swapped legs,
putting his on the bottom and mine on top. The he pulled me towards him by
my legs. I was lying down with my balls up against him as he handed me the
pillow to put under my head.

He started on my nipples, working both of them at the same time with the
balls of his thumbs, rubbing very lightly. Leaning forward to do that
caused his dick to touch mine periodically, a very hot sensation for me,
but not as hot as when the first drop of precum fell from his dick onto the
head of mine. As he continued to rub and caress my chest and belly, drops
of precum fell on my the head of my dick and the skin under it, which,
since it was beyond my small pubic bush, was bare.

"You know, the idea of what's happening can be hotter than the thing
itself.  You know what I mean?" he said.

"No, I guess not," I replied.

"Like when Chris was sucking my dick. Probably it was hotter for him
because he wanted it for so long and finally got it. A lot of it was in his
head instead of in his dick."

"I dunno. You really think so?"

"Yeah. Or another one. Larry and me watching you and Chris suck each other.
It was hotter for us, for me anyhow, to see it because it was you. I think
it was hotter for Larry because it was his son doing it. It would have been
hot to watch two other guys do it. But it was a lot hotter because it was
you and Chris. That was in our heads. You see it?" he asked.

The drops of precum continued to fall. I had figured out by then that they
were cool when they hit because they hung from his slit for a few seconds
before falling, which let them lose their heat.  He began to pump his hips
a little, which caused the shaft of his dick to slide against the bottom of
my shaft and the head to bounce enough to tap my dick once in a while.

"Ok, yeah, I do. It was really hot to watch you and Larry suck each other.
It was hotter than watching the two guys in the steam room sucking," I told
him.

"That's it. It's your head that makes it hot, not just your dick."

"That's wild!" I said.

He sat up straighter and started running his fingertips around my crotch
area, the parts that he could reach, but he wasn't touching my dick or
balls yet. He was moving in towards them, but he hadn't gotten there
yet. When he got to my pubic hair, he began to rub four or six of his
fingers in it, pushing firmly, which caused my dick to bounce against my
belly. He worked his fingers in very close to the base of my dick and began
causing my dick to slide sideways back and forth across my belly or to
stand up a little ways and then slap against my belly when he let it go. It
was surprising how much control he had over it without actually touching
it.

He followed that by rubbing the back of the shaft and my balls lightly with
his thumbs. I had closed my eyes to concentrate more fully on the
sensations he was causing when I felt something wet touch my dick. I
thought he must be licking it, but when I looked, it turned out he had bent
his dick down and was sliding the head around on mine. The precum was the
wetness I had felt.  That seemed very hot to me, hotter even than it would
have been if he had been licking it. I realized that that was in my head
too even though it was my dick that was being touched.

"You know what else happened in the steam room yesterday?" I asked.

"What?"

"We saw this guy fucking this other guy in the ass," I told him.

"Really? Did they know you were there?"

"Yeah, we told them when we first saw them. They were just sucking then.
They were gonna leave but they stayed when Chris told them not to go."

"Chris did? Why?"

"We were just going to sit on the other side and talk. Chris told
them. They just went right back to sucking," I said.

"So how did you see them fucking?"

My dad had started rubbing my dick head and the bundle of skin behind it
with precum he took off of his. It felt great! I was starting to think it
might be time for us to swap again.

"They started making noises and we wondered what they were doing. We
sneaked over to look.  This one guy was kneeling and sticking his dick in
the asshole of the other guy. It was wild!"

"I bet it was. Did they see you?" he asked.

"Dunno. They could have, but I don't think they really cared," I answered.

"I know how that is, you get excited enough and that's all you care about."

"I think we have to swap now," I said. I was suddenly getting very close to
an orgasm. It was probably the memory of the one guy sliding his dick in
and out of the asshole of the other guy that did it. Again, more of what
was in my head than what we were doing.

"Ok. How about if we just head on in to the bed?"

"That's ok with me."

I realized that we hadn't even turned on the tv. We put out the lights and
went into the bedroom.  I watched dad's dick bounce up and down in front of
him as he walked. After a few steps he cupped his hand under the head to
catch the precum, a drop of which had just fallen to the carpet.

In the bedroom dad pulled the covers down on the bed, leaving only the
bottom sheet and the pillows. Then he laid on his back and waited for
me. His hardon was laying up his belly. It was no longer hard enough to
stand off of his belly, but I meant to change that right away.

I crawled up the bed between his legs straight to his crotch. I spread his
legs wide around me and started licking up the crease of his leg on each
side. Then I went straight for his dick, licking up the back of it in long
strokes from the top of his balls to the rim around the head where it
showed through his foreskin. His dick tried to press itself back against my
tongue to get more pressure, and this time I let it, moving my tongue up
and down in very small increments as his dick pressed hard against it. Next
I circled the head with my tongue, adding my saliva to the precum and
wetting the outside of his foreskin thoroughly. Then I forced the foreskin
down very slowly by pressing my lips firmly against the head of his dick. I
circled the exposed part of the head with my tongue. I kept moving downward
slowly until the head of his dick hit the back of my throat.  Then I took a
deep breath and yawned to open my throat. I felt the head enter it and keep
on moving slowly into it. I started rubbing my thumbs along his perineum at
the same time. I could hear him moaning.

When my nose and lips were buried in his pubic hair, I twisted my head,
rubbing the head of his dick with the circular motion of my throat. I did
it for as long as I had breath before backing off and working on the head
again with my tongue. It was very slick from its own precum and the sticky,
slick fluid lining my throat.

When the head was clean of everything except the continuing flow of precum,
I raised his legs and he put his hands behind his knees to support them. I
folded up a pillow and shoved in under his butt to raise it up. Then I went
straight to his asshole, stabbing it dead center with my tongue.  I knew it
wasn't what he expected, so it was that much more exciting. I rubbed his
perineum with one hand and his balls with the other while I continued do
drive my tongue into his asshole. I could feel it loosening up around my
tongue, giving me access to the softer membranes just inside. Those I
tickled with the tip of my tongue. I ended with long strokes of my tongue
beginning in his crack, traveling across and into his asshole, and out the
othe side onto his perineum.

As I did that the last time, I kept my tongue moving along his perineum to
his balls. I licked and sucked them both. Finally I licked up the back of
his dick as I pulled the pillow out from under him to let his hips fall to
the bed. I took ahold of his legs in my hands and he released them, but I
didn't let them drop. I kept them straight up and wide open and I forced my
mouth straight down on his dick until the head slid into my throat. I
spread his legs wide as my lips reached his pubic hair. Then I twisted my
head again, giving the head of his dick another slick, circular caress.

He put his hands on both sides of my head and lifted it off of his dick. He
was sitting up. "No more. Not now. I can't take any more right now," he
said. He pulled my face towards his and kissed me deeply.

At the same time, he was pushing me onto my side and then my back so I was
lying on the mattress. I stretched my legs out and spread them. He
surprised me by straddling my chest with his back towards my face. He bent
over, taking my dick completely into his mouth. The head touched the top of
his throat. He pressed his lips against my pubic hair to try to force it
further in, but that was all there was. It wouldn't go deeper. He
compensated by using his tongue , wrapping it around my dick and almost
squeezing my dick with it.

Because his torso was longer than mine, he was pushing his perineum against
my chin as he pushed his face into my crotch. At first I laid there,
enjoying the feelings but doing nothing.  When he began to work on my dick
with his tongue, I raised my head and tried to lick his asshole. I could
just barely reach it, which meant that every time my tongue made contact,
he felt it as a delicate, tickling touch. I kept it up for as long as I
could reach it.

After a while, he took hold of my legs and pulled them up and back towards
my chest, tucking them under his arms. he planted a wet kiss straight on my
asshole, working the surface with his lips, and finally driving his tongue
into it. He licked outward from it, leaving a wet streak that he blew on as
he moved his mouth back towards my asshole. His breath, hot as it was, gave
me chills. He alternated that with light rubs of the stubble on his
cheeks. The contrast in sensations was incredible. And to top it all, his
chest hair was rubbing up and down the back of my dick like a hundred tiny
fingers.

When he replaced his tongue with his finger in my asshole, the image of the
guys in the steam room rushed into my head. I asked him, "Can you put your
dick in me there?"

He stopped what he was doing. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! I want it!" I said.

"Ok," he replied.

He lowered my legs to the bed and got off of me. I don't know what I was
expecting him to do, but whatever it was, what he was doing definitely
wasn't it. I suppose I just expected him to spin me around and shove his
dick straight into me. Instead he had turned his back on me and opened the
drawer in the table beside the bed. I couldn't see what he had when he
turned back. Next he told me to roll onto my belly. After I had done it, he
told me to lift up my crotch. He had to tell me twice because he wanted it
higher off of the bed. He slid a folded pillow under my crotch and told me
to let myself down onto it. I loved the feeling of my dick being pressed
into the pillow.

I felt him spread my legs and get between them. Then I felt his mouth on my
asshole again, licking, sucking, and driving his tongue into me. After a
while I felt something slick being rubbed on my asshole. His finger went
around and around slowly, and then in.  But he wasn't rubbing my prostate,
as I had expected. He seemed to be pushing something into me, something
which had just enough substance to be felt. Each time his finger slid into
me, it seemed to be pushing more ahead of it.

"I'm going to use two fingers now," he told me.

They went in easily. He had loosened me up very thoroughly with his mouth
before he began, and since I trusted him completely, I had no reason to
tighten my muscles against penetration. I couldn't feel whatever he was
putting into me then, but I guessed that he was continuing to pack
something into my asshole because he took his fingers out completely each
time.

"Lift up," he told me.

When I did, he pulled the pillow out from under me.

"Now lay on your side," he said.

I did. I felt him lie behind me. It was the position we went to sleep in.

"I'm going to put the head of my dick against your asshole, but I'm not
going to push any more than I have to to keep it there, ok?"

"Yeah, ok," I said. I was beginning to shake with anticipation.

I felt the head of his dick press against my asshole. I thought that it had
gone straight in, but I found out later that it hadn't. He moved so that
his chest and belly were pressed against my back.  he kissed me on the
shoulder, so I turned my head and kissed him on the mouth. Since he opened
his mouth and slid his tongue into mine, I held the kiss and did the
same. I felt the back of his hand against the inside of my left leg,
pushing, so I lifted that leg. I felt his leg slide in between mine,
lifting my left leg higher and pulling it back toward him just a little
bit.

He broke the kiss and said, "Keep the back of your knee hooked over mine so
your leg doesn't slide down the back of mine."

"'K," I said.

I felt something wet against my balls. Whatever it was, he had a handful of
it. He spread it along my perineum back to my asshole and then up over my
hardon. It was wonderfully slick.

"Don't push back. It'll make you tense up. Just stay still. But tell me if
it starts to hurt."

"Ok," I answered. I was beginning to get nervous. I didn't think it would
take all of this preparation.

He started sliding his slick hand back and forth along my perineum. I felt
his fingers side around my asshole and his dick. And I felt the pressure of
his dick increase against my asshole. The pressure increased slowly, but
continuously. I thought I could feel his dick sliding into me. I wondered
how much was inside.

I asked him, "How far in is it?"

"The head isn't in yet," he answered. "Are you ok?"

Every time he asked if I was ok, I became more nervous. The level of my
excitement declined steadily. I began to wonder if this was really such a
good idea after all.

"Yeah, I'm ok," I told him.

"If you want to stop, just say so."

"I will," I said, but I became more determined not to stop.

I began to feel as if my asshole was being stretched. It began to hurt,
like it does when you try to pass a large, solid turd. Then suddenly there
was a "pop" and the stretching sensation was reduced to something quite
bearable. In fact, it began to feel good. I also became aware again of his
hand sliding back and forth from my balls to my asshole. As it reached the
asshole end of its journey, it would rub the dick-stretched skin and muscle
gently for a few seconds.

"The head is inside now. The worst part is over."

"Ok," I said. Now I was beginning to anticipate the feeling of his dick
sliding into me.

"I'll stay still for a while so you can get use to it."

"No, that's ok. Go ahead," I told him. I was beginning to get excited
again.

I felt pressure against my asshole again, but this time there was also a
feeling of movement as the shaft of his dick slid past my asshole. I was
sure that it was all inside when he said, "We're about half way there. You
doing ok?"

"Yeah, I'm doing fine," I said. I was feeling very full and I wondered if I
could get all of it inside of me after all.

The pressure against my asshole continued, and I began to feel more and
more full. The oddest feeling of pressure also started to build around my
head, particularly my throat and ears. An image suddenly jumped into my
head of a huge dick penetrating my body all the way to my throat. I almost
laughed.

Then the pressure against my asshole stopped. "I'm all the way in," dad
said. "I'm gonna stay still for a few minutes so you can get use to it."

"'K," I said.

I tried to pay attention to everything I was feeling. The pressure inside
my head was making it difficult to think. It wasn't pleasant, but I could
live with it. The stretching feeling coming from my asshole was definitely
pleasurable. I realized that I could feel his pubic hair pressing against
my crack. And I suddenly got a wave of pleasure as he slid his slick hand
up my dick and circled the head. I pushed my asshole back against his
dick. I didn't want the pressure to stop.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

He started to slide his dick out of me just as slowly as he had put it
in. I hated the feeling immediately. The rubbing sensation of his dick
sliding through my sphincter ring was giving me pleasure, but there was a
growing emptiness that I didn't like in the least.  I wondered if he would
take his dick out completely. I got my answer when he said, "There, only
the head is inside."

I wanted to scream, "Put it back!" over and over. I couldn't believe how
empty I felt.

Then he began to slide his dick back into me. The feeling was
wonderful. Now the feeling of emptiness became a sign of my ability to take
it into me. I was almost ignoring the things he was doing with his hand in
my crotch because my attention was so focused on my asshole and the dick
moving slowly inside of me.

When he had it all the way in, he pressed his crotch tightly against my
asshole and I pressed my asshole back against it. I clenched my sphincter,
almost involuntarily. The feeling was wonderful, so I did it again.

"Better go easy with that or this won't last long at all. It took all the
self control I had to get it into you without cumming," my dad told me.

It took all the self control I had not to squeeze his dick with my
sphincter muscles, but I managed it. Then the withdrawing began. This time
I focused entirely on the feel of his dick sliding through my sphincter. It
wasn't until it was only head deep that I let myself think of the
emptiness, and then it was a positive thing because he was about to fill it
up again.

He slid it in and out of me slowly a few more times. Each time the
stretching feeling in my asshole lessened. Then, on the withdrawal he
pulled his dick out of me completely.

I thought, "That can't be it! It can't be over!"  I asked him, "Did you
cum?"

"No, you'd know if I did."

"Then why did you stop? Put it back in me!"

"I'm going to. Just wait," he told me.

Waiting was the last thing on my mind, but I had no other choice. But I
didn't have to wait long.  He got up on his knees and pulled on my
shoulder, telling me to roll onto my back. I did as he said. He got the
pillow and folded it in half. He got off of the bed and walked around to
the bottom. I spread my legs as soon as he got there. He got on the bed and
crawled on his knees up as far as he could go between my legs. He told me
to lift my legs and pull them all the way back to my chest. As I did it, he
slid the pillow under the small of my back.

I watched him squeeze a handful of some clear stuff into his hand and rub
it all over his dick, which was sticking out and up. Then he took another
handful and rubbed it on my dick. It felt wonderful, slick and cool. I had
hardly been paying any attention to my dick up to that point.

He told me to let my legs come forward. I released my hold on them, but
because of the pillow under my back, I couldn't do more than let them stick
straight up in the air. He took hold of each leg at the knee and spread
them as wide as they would go. I watched him inch towards me, his dick
sticking out and up. As he got closer, he leaned more forward, and his dick
started to point first straight towards me and then slightly downward. It
was coming toward me so slowly that I began to anticipate the moment when
it would touch my asshole.

The closer he got, the slower he seemed to move. Then, suddenly, I felt the
tip of his dick make contact with my asshole. I wanted to impale myself on
it.

He told me to put my legs around him and to rest my feet on his back. When
I had, he leaned forward slowly until one hand touched the bed. Then the
other. He was on his hands and knees over me with his dick head touching my
asshole. I was wild with anticipation of what would happen next.

Once he was supported, he bent his head toward mine and kissed me. Just as
I felt his tongue sliding into my mouth, I felt his dick start to slide
into my asshole, straight in with no pause. The sensation was so intense
that I thought I would cum immediately. He lowered his chest and belly
until we were touching everywhere from my asshole to my mouth. The last
thing of all to be touched was my dick, and because it was covered with the
slick lubricant, every slightest movement of either of our bodies rubbed my
dick against something, giving me the most wonderful feelings.

He stayed as he was for just a minute. Then he withdrew his dick just as
swiftly as he had put it into me. He stopped when it was still head
deep. He broke our kiss then. I tried to follow his withdrawing lips with
my own to kiss him again. I had put my arms around him too, which I hadn't
realized, so I squeezed him to pull his head back toward mine.

"Wait," he said. "Just lay back and wait. Don't do anything, ok?"

"Ok."

I let my head fall to the bed and my arms slip from around his shoulders. I
didn't know what I was waiting for, but I thought I could wait for it
forever if that was necessary because I knew it would be worth the wait.

He was looking straight into my eyes, so I stared back into his. I felt his
dick start to slide back inside of me, but very slowly. It felt wonderful
moving through my sphincter. The movement was almost painfully slow. I got
the idea that he was watching me for something, some reaction, as he looked
into my eyes. Then, suddenly, the head of his dick came into contact with
my prostate and I knew what we were both waiting for. I was overwhelmed by
a wave of pleasure. When I opened my eyes again, his face was still in
front of mine, but now he was smiling.  I smiled back at him.

I felt his dick start to withdraw then, and I wondered why since he hadn't
gone all the way into me. I got my answer when, after withdrawing it just a
short way, he slid it forward again, hitting my prostate a second time and
sending another wave of pleasure through my body.

He repeated that twice more, and on the third push he continued until he
was completely inside of me, his pubic hair pressed tightly against my
perineum. He repeated the pattern after he withdrew, four short rocking
movements of his dick head across my prostate, each of which gave me
pleasure, followed by a deep plunge that satisfied my desire to be filled
up. He did it over and over. I thought it could go on forever, but the
level of my excitement was building the whole while, and each deep plunge
was bringing his belly into contact with my lubricated dick and caressing
it.

He must have sensed how excited I had become because he asked me, "How are
you doing?"

"I don't think I'm going to last much longer," I told him. In fact I wanted
to writhe on the bed already and was staying still only by exercising every
last bit of my will power.

He began alternating the short strokes with the long plunges, one for one.
He increased the speed as well, and the force. I kept thinking, "It can't
feel any better than this!", and just as I thought that, another, better
feeling would follow. When I started to cum, I thought I would die. I was
feeling it everywhere. I reached an incredible peak. I had wrapped my arms
around him and I pulled him against me with both my arms and my legs so
that it was almost impossible for him to move.

I became aware that he was driving his dick into me only in long strokes as
I came down from the peak. Then his movement faltered and I felt his dick
swell up inside me.  I knew from the look on his face that he was
cumming. I pulled his head toward mine and kissed him, sliding my tongue
into his mouth. He was panting, so I panted with him. I felt his dick swell
up again almost immediately after the first time. Each time I felt a
corresponding after-shock of my own orgasm.  I lost count of how many times
he shot into me.

Finally, he sagged against me as his orgasm released all the tension in his
body. That was what I felt, not his weight, because he was still supporting
his weight with his hands on the bed. We were both covered in our sweat, my
cum, and the lubricant he had spread on my dick. He kissed me again, a
different kind of kiss, not passionate, and then he laid his head on my
shoulder.

I realized that soon he would have to take his dick out of me so we could
move. I was dreading that moment. But he laid there longer and longer,
until I began to wonder if he had gone to sleep.  Then, suddenly, I felt
his dick slide out of my asshole. He had let it stay until his hardon was
completely gone. There was no feeling of emptiness as there had been the
other time he had withdrawn it.

He rolled onto his back next to me. Since my legs were still wrapped around
him, I rolled with him and ended up on top. We wiggled a little until my
legs were out from under him. I was squatting over him, my asshole resting
on his dick. I began to rub his chest.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. "Sure am."

"You probably ought to sit on the toilet for a while and let the cum run
out of you."

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"No, guess not. But I think it'll ooze out after a while if you don't."

"I'm going to keep it in me," I told him. "I want to."

"Ok," he said.

"That was really great," I said.

"Good, I wanted it to be."

"Don't suppose you could, like, do it again in a few minutes?"

He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. It was an exaggerated look that
told me he knew I wasn't serious. "I don't suppose I could do it again in a
few days," he told me.

"Days!" I said, trying to put the full horror of that idea into my voice.

"Well, hours maybe," he said sheepishly, with a look to match.

"Ohhhh kayyyy," I said with exaggerated relief. "You really had me scared
there for a minute.'  Then I added, "I guess I am kinda ready to go to
sleep anyhow." Actually I was feeling incredibly mellow.

"Good, me too," he said. "But I need a quick shower. How 'bout you?" he
asked as he dragged his finger down my chest through a sheen of my own cum.

"I'm too tired, but I guess I have to."

For once, we simply took a shower together, touching each other only to
help with the cleaning process. There was no sexual energy left in either
of us.

I was pulling the bed together and already half asleep when I noticed
something. "Hey, you know what?" I said

"What?"

"Happy New Year!" I pointed to the clock. It was just after midnight.

He smiled. "Happy New Year to you too, Mike!"

We both got into bed. He pressed himself up against my back in our usual
position and slid his hand over my side to cup my dick and balls. The last
thing I thought before I went to sleep was how good it would feel if he
would just slide his dick back into me again.

The End
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