Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 18:35:40 GMT From: "Tim ." Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 5" (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 5 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. ___________ When we got in bed, we moved to what had become our usual position. I laid on my side with my back towards my dad and my legs drawn up. He pressed his chest and belly against my back and drew his legs up against mine. I felt his soft dick pressed against the crack of my ass. Last of all he draped his left arm over me. I was already drowsy when he asked me, "You were kidding me about Chris, right?" "What d'ya mean," I said. I was too close to sleep to think about it. "About him being hard all the time we were eating dinner and the other stuff you were feeding me," he said. "No, that's all true," I said. I was starting to pull back from the edge of sleep."I mean, I don't know he was hard, but I sure think he was." "You mean he really told you he wants to see me naked?" he asked me. "Yeah, he really did," I said. He didn't say anything for a minute, but I was more awake and really aware of how good it felt to be pressed up against him. I put my left arm over my dad's and pressed his arm against my belly. It felt good, like I was being hugged. His hand ended up right at my crotch. I pressed it against me so he was cupping my dick and balls. He moved a little against my back, so I couldn't tell if his dick had started to get hard or he had just changed its position. "Well, what d'ya think?" dad asked me. "Like, you mean you're going to do it, you're going to let him see you? How?" I asked. "We can take him to the gym with us," he said. I remembered Chris saying he would get hard if he ever saw my dad naked. I didn't want to put him in the way of being embarrassed like that. But on the other hand, I knew he wasn't kidding about how much he wanted to see him. So I said, "Ok, let's do it." I got a hardon thinking about it, which my dad noticed since he had his hand wrapped around my dick and balls. "I see you like that idea," he said, squeezing my dick and laughing at me. I wiggled my butt back against his dick and said, "Sure. Chris will be wild!" I was sure dad was at least half hard. It took me a little while to go to sleep because I was almost fully awake by then, but finally I did. The buzz of the alarm woke me on Wednesday. Dad was out of bed immediately. I had just gotten my eyes open and he was standing there with his hand out to help me up. His dick was pointing at me too. It's unusual for me to think of anything much when I first wake up, but I remembered thinking sometime the day before that I should have grabbed his dick instead of his hand. So I did. "I can't pull you up with that," he said, "try my hand." I did. I followed his directions, and we avoided any problems in the bathroom. Apparently I had established a pattern for the rest of my life when I made the few choices he offered me the day before, because he offered none that day. In the car he told me he would call Larry, Chris's dad, to see if he and Chris wanted to go to the gym with us on Friday. Dad had that Friday off and assumed that Larry would too. He told me I could ask Chris as well so that if Larry was working, Chris could still go. The whole idea gave me a hardon. It occurred to me that I had never seen Larry naked either. I told Chris the plan as soon as I saw him. I just took it for granted that he would want to go. "You're shitting me, right?" he said. "No," I told him, "my dad is going to call your dad and see if he wants to go too. We'll all go if he does. If he doesn't, it'll just be you and us." "Geez, you mean we're all just going to be walking around this place naked for a couple hours?" he said. "Well, not really. There are machines and stuff you can do with your clothes on too," I told him. He dismissed that with a wave of his hand. Clearly the point was to be naked. "How'd you get him to do it?" he asked me. I said, "I told him you wanted to see him naked and he decided to give you a thrill." I thought I'd tell him the truth. I knew he'd never believe it. "Oh, right!" he said. Of course he didn't believe it. He also never asked me again how it had come about. The bell rang then so we had to get in our seats. For one reason or another, we didn't get a chance to talk any more until lunch. As soon as we were alone, he asked me, "Let me get this straight, your dad is going to set it up so me and you and him and my dad are going to sit around naked and stare at each other for a couple hours in this gym. Is that right?" "Man, I'm telling you! there are lots of things to do with your clothes on there. Maybe the only time we'll all get naked is in the locker room and the showers," I said. "What if I get a hardon?" he asked me. "You won't," I said. I told him that I had been afraid of the same thing and that the opposite had happened. I gave him all the details. "Geez, that'll be great!" he said. "They'll all think I'm Tiny Tim or something!" I told him, "Look, either you take a chance on how your dick looks or you just don't go. It's as simple as that." It didn't satisfy him. I wasn't surprised. It wouldn't have satisfied me the first time either. Then he changed the subject. "Your mom's not home, right?" "Right," I said. "Can we go to your house after school?" That meant a jerk off session. "Sure," I said. "I'll call my dad to see if he can pick me up. I'll have to tell him to do it at your house, ok?" I didn't think it would be a good idea to ask my dad to pick me up at my mom's. "Yeah, we can do that," he said, intuitively understanding that I didn't want dad to know I had been at my mom's. When I called my dad, he said, "So, Chris really liked the idea, huh?" I hadn't told him that I had even asked Chris yet. "Better not use up all your energy this afternoon," he added. So he knew what Chris and I were going to be doing after school. We ended lunch jerking off in the bathroom, something we seldom did but had done every day so far that week. After school, I got a ride in the car pool I would have been in if I hadn't been staying with my dad. That was a good thing too because Chris's car pool had a full car. Chris came in the door about ten minutes after I did, and five minutes after that we were jerking each other off on my bedroom floor. We could have stripped naked since we knew we wouldn't be disturbed, but my mom had turned the heat down before she left and it was quite chilly in the house. We exposed to the cold air only the parts of our bodies necessary to our activities. I had thought about teaching him how to suck, but I decided not to when I realized I would have to tell him how I had learned that in the twelve or so hours we had been apart since the previous day. After we both came, less than five minutes later, Chris started fantasizing about what Friday would be like. That ate up most of the time before we had to leave for his house, and another quick jerk-off session used up the rest. My dad picked me up at Chris's and took me straight to his parents house. On the way he told me that Larry was going to the gym with us on Friday too. We had lots of traditions for the holidays. All of the ones relating to Thanksgiving went on at my dad's parents' house, Gramom and Granpop to me and their other grandchildren. According to Granpop, Gramom always bought the biggest turkey she could force into her oven. That way there would be plenty left for everyone to take some home. "Everyone" consisted of my grandparents, my dad and me (and previously, my mom), my dad's older brother Terry, his wife Eileen, and their three kids, two girls and a boy. Grandpop always joked that Gramom allowed ten pounds of turkey per person, which was probably not far from the truth. Once she had actually fixed two enormous birds because she couldn't find one large enough to suit her. Gramom also fixed all the trimmings in proportion to the size of the bird, so the traditional activity for the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving day was for everyone to gather for dinner at Gramom's and Granpop's house. After dinner we all helped make the dressing. Enormous piles of onions and a forest of celery had to be chopped and cooked in butter to the "right" consistency. A few dozen loaves of stale bread had to be torn up into small pieces. Gramom would actually make the dressing the next morning, but all of the ingredients had to be prepared the night before. It was past our usual bedtime when dad and I got back to his apartment. I was out of my clothes and into the shower first. He got in with me shortly afterward. "You smell like onions," he said as he started to lather my shoulders. My dick was instantly hard as he touched me. "Big surprise," I said. "I peeled at least fifty pounds." As the oldest grandchild, I was trusted not to cut my finger off if allowed to use a knife. The other grandchildren had to rip bread, a job I had graduated from the year before. "Slacker. I know I chopped fifty bunches of celery," he said as he lathered his way down my back and across my butt. "Couldn't have! I know Eileen chopped more than you did and there were only thirty-six bunches," I answered as he started sliding a soapy finger up and down my crack and across my asshole. "Unhhh, that feels really good," I added as I spread my legs to allow him better access. That was the end of the conversation for a while. He squatted down and lathered my legs and feet. He used both hands on each leg, one on the front and one on the back. Each time he got to the top, he would slide one hand up and down my crack and rub my balls and dick with the other one a few times. I was very close to cumming by the time he stood up and wrapped his arms around me to begin washing my chest. I felt his hardon slide up the top part of my crack and flatten against my back as he pulled me back against him. He gave my nipples special attention as he moved his hands downward across my chest and onto my belly. I could feel his dick sliding around in the lather on my back. When he reached my crotch again, he started rubbing my balls with one soapy hand and jerking my dick very lightly with the other one. "Are you very close?" he asked me. "Oh yes!" I answered. "Do you want to cum now or can you wait a few more minutes," he asked as he quit jerking my dick and began to rub only the bottom part with his thumb. What a terrible choice that was. I desperately wanted to cum, but I was learning that the longer it lasts, the better it feels. And I wanted to get hold of his dick too. "I can wait a few minutes," I said. He let go of me and turned around. I did the same and started to lather his shoulders. When I had worked down to his butt, I slid my finger up and down his crack as he had done to me. I could feel his asshole. It was very hot. He put both hands on the wall of the shower, leaned forward a little, and spread his legs. I slid my hand between them and started lathering and rubbing his balls. Then I moved my hand back to his crack for a few more one-finger sliding caresses before I moved downward. I squatted and washed his legs as he had mine, using two hands and taking every opportunity to rub his dick and balls with one hand and his crack with the other. When I stood up, I pressed my self against his back and wrapped my arms around him to wash his chest, but I realized right away that I would cum if my dick slid in the crack of his ass very many times, so I had to get him to turn around and face me. That method had its own benefits since it let me see his dick. I gave it a thorough washing when I got to it, especially under the foreskin. "Careful," he said quietly, "I'm so close." I was so hot by this time that it was all I could do not to wrap my legs around one of his and hump it like a dog. All of a sudden he put his hands on my chest and pushed me back against the wall of the shower. He slid his hands down my chest and belly and around my waist as he leaned toward me. He slid his hands under my butt, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and told me to wrap my legs around him. I felt him lift me as he said that, so I wrapped my legs around his hips and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. He lifted me up and towards him so our balls were pressed together and our dicks were standing up between us. "Can you hold our dicks together?" he asked me. I could feel myself sliding against the side of the shower stall from all of the lather on my back, so I didn't see how I could keep myself in place if I let go of his shoulders. He must have seen it too, because he slid me over to the corner and into it. I wasn't sliding sideways any more. I grabbed his dick and mine in both my hands. As soon as I did, he began to push his hips toward me. His dick slid against mine. I watched our dicks sliding against each other. I looked up, and he was looking straight at me. His eyes were so beautiful that I kept staring into them until I started to cum and had to close mine. He held off until I was finished. I couldn't stand the feeling of his dick rubbing against the now super sensitive head of mine, so I pressed his dick against my belly. He continued to slide it back and forth on my belly by the motion of his hips. Then he began to shoot, sending cum up my belly and chest. When he finished cumming, his legs must have buckled under him, because together we slid down the shower wall and ended up on the floor with me sitting on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged myself tight against him. He slid his hands up my back and hugged me too. We sat there a few minutes with our heads on each other's shoulders. I got up first and then helped him up. We turned the water back up to normal force and rinsed off the lather and the cum. We helped each other dry off as we dried ourselves, and then we went to bed. We got into our usual position with him pressed against my back and legs. His left hand slid down my belly to cup my dick and balls. I was asleep in no time. We woke later than usual on Thanksgiving day since we had gotten to bed so late. There was just enough time to have some breakfast and get cleaned up before we were due at my grandparents' house. Once we got there, it seemed as if we became part of the cast of a play which we had performed many times before. Not everything was repeated exactly as it had been done in the last performance, and there were new scenes added each year and old scenes omitted. But the essentials of the plot and many of the lines were carried over from the last performance. Uncle Terry launched into his I-got-the-brains-you-got-the-looks routine with my dad as soon as we arrived. He started it by yelling to everyone out in the kitchen that the dumb blond had arrived (the joke was my dad was such a dumb blond that he had black hair), and dad responded by getting his famous (in the family, anyhow) slack-jawed dopey look. They kept it up intermittently throughout the day. I thought it was especially funny this year for some reason. Granpop was careful to pay individual attention to each of his grandchildren, and careful also that each one got about the same amount of time. Gramom was completely distracted by the effort required to prepare dinner for eighty people, even though only eight were actually going to eat. After the meal she too was careful to pay individual attention to each grandchild. Eileen seemed to be at loose ends, unusual for her. I realized after a while that she and my mom had their routines at this gathering, and that she couldn't play her part alone in this first performance without her. By next year a new part would have to be written for her . Gramom announced that all of the preparations were at the last stage and it was just a matter of waiting until the cooking was complete with her usual comment at this point, "Well, that's that." She would then disappear into her bedroom to grab a quick shower and change her clothes. Her return would signal that dinner was imminent. This year a small new scene was added. Before she left, she said to me, "Call your mother and wish her a happy Thanksgiving. Tell her we all miss her being here." I did it, relaying the message in returned that mom missed being here too. I really thought she meant it. After dinner we all sat around in a semi-comatose state and watched tv. As is required by the nature of the holiday, we had eaten far too much. Hardly anyone moved at all because everyone knew that as soon as someone did, Gramom would ask who was ready for a turkey sandwich. For the first few hours, the very idea of food was repulsive. But as the afternoon wore on, the grandchildren began to stir, and Gramom was back in the kitchen cutting up turkey. Once food was supplied to the grandchildren, including me, the divvying up of the leftovers began. No one would have to cook for days afterward. The play ended with the serving of the second dessert and the long slow departure. When dad and I got back to his apartment, I helped him put away the food. Then he took an alka seltzer, another part of the Thanksgiving tradition. We both got undressed and into the shower. I got hard immediately when he touched my shoulder. He was giving me a straightforward lathering up, so he didn't touch my dick until he worked his way down to it across my belly. He was pressed against my back, so I could tell he wasn't hard. "I can't believe you've got a hardon," he said to me. "I'm too full to even think about sex." "I'm not," I said. "I can tell!" he said. He had been washing my dick with one hand and my balls with the other one, but just washing them. He changed what he was doing and started rubbing my balls and dick in a more erotic way. I told him, "That feels good." "We aim to please" was his response. After a few minutes, he moved back from me a little and switched his hand from my balls to my crack. He started sliding his hand up and down, with one finger sliding in the crack itself so it traveled across my asshole. As I felt his hand push between my legs, I spread my feet apart to make it easier for him. He slid his hand through my legs, rubbing my perineum and my balls. He alternated that with rubbing it up and down my crack. With his other hand he continued to rub my dick, changing patterns periodically so that I got hotter and hotter but didn't really get close to cumming. I was very aware of how good it felt to have my asshole touched. Finally he switched from rubbing my dick to jerking it in a steady rhythm. I put one hand on the wall of the shower to support myself and I came soon afterward. When he took his hands off of me, I turned around. He was hard, but not so hard that his dick was standing up. Instead it was pointing out and downwards. I said, "Wow, you really are too full, aren't you?" "Why would I lie?" he asked me. I lathered him just as straightforwardly as he did me. I felt that his usually flat belly was rounded as I washed it. I had never felt that before, so I knew just how over full he must be. His dick, which had softened down to normal size, got hard in my hand while I was washing under his foreskin, so I asked him, "What d'ya think?" "It feels great what you're doing, but I don't think you'll get anywhere," he answered. I washed his dick a little longer just so he could enjoy the feeling, and then I turned up the water pressure so we could rinse off. "I don't think I could lie down right now. How about watching some tv while I wait for the alka seltzer to work?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. I was actually thinking I might like a turkey sandwich before we went to bed. I held off a few minutes, thinking I had had enough. But then I gave in and made myself one. My dad said, "I can't believe you can eat anything else. I feel like I'll never have to eat again." I just laughed at him. About an hour and a half later we went to bed. He was feeling a lot better by then. I cuddled up to him, pressing my chest, belly, and crotch against his right side and sliding my hand onto his chest. I asked if it was ok to touch his belly or if it still hurt from being too full. He told me it was ok, so I slid my hand down until I was touching his dick. It started to respond to my touch, so I began playing with it more seriously. I got hard then too. After a few minutes he was completely hard. I had been sliding his foreskin up and down, and he had said that it felt good. Since he didn't add that it wasn't going to go anywhere, I scooted down the bed and started licking his dick. He spread his legs, so I got between them and started licking all around his balls and up and down his dick. I was also rubbing behind his balls back and forth along his perineum. When I had done that a few times, he bent his knees, which changed the angle of his butt against the bed and gave me access to his asshole. I slid my fingertip lightly over it and felt the hairs growing around it. He had a lot of hair growing in his crack but not on the cheeks of his butt, and the hair seemed to get thicker right around his asshole. I started teasing that hair with my fingertip. I also slipped my mouth over the head of his dick and took about half of it in. I was very careful about my teeth. There was a lot of precum. I worked my tongue around the head of his dick, playing with the end of his foreskin, while I teased his asshole with my fingertip. I could tell from the amount of precum that he was making that I was really exciting him by the combination of things that I was doing. I kept it up for quite a while. When he said, "I need to cum. I can't stand any more!" I started jerking the bottom half of his dick and sucking the top half. He started to cum very quickly after that. I began swallowing from the first spurt and kept it up until he was finished. He reached down and pulled me up to kiss me. I was trying to keep the weight of my body off of his belly, which pressed my crotch against his. His tongue slid in my mouth to taste his cum. When he broke the kiss, he started to slide down the bed under me. He had to wiggle to get his arms and shoulders between my legs, but finally he got his head under my crotch. He began to lick my balls and rub the cheeks of my ass. The sensation was incredible. After a little while, he slid further down the bed and licked my perineum and the back of my balls. Then he slid a little further still and started to lick around my asshole. He never touched it directly, just circled it. I was wild with the feeling, I could hardly stay still. Then he drew his tongue straight across my asshole. I don't know why I didn't cum immediately. I got a jolt of pleasure that was as close to the pleasure of an orgasm as it was possible to get without actually going over the edge. He did that a few more times, and it turned out to be more than I could stand. I fell forward because I couldn't maintain my balance any longer. I was on all fours, and suddenly I felt my dad's mouth close over my dick and take the whole thing in. I felt his tongue moving against the loose bundle of skin just below the head on the back side. I began to fuck his mouth. I was trying my best to be careful and to hold still, but my will power wasn't up to the challenge. I began to cum. It was very intense. When it was over, I again fought my natural inclination, which was to sink straight down. But my dad's head was under me, so I made myself roll to the side. He started wiggling up the bed, so I laid out flat beside him and kissed him. I slid my tongue in his mouth and could taste my cum. We kissed like that for a little while. When we broke, I rolled onto my other side and felt him press against my back. I felt his mostly hard dick press against the top of my crack and the bottom of my back. And then last of all I felt his left hand slide into my crotch and cup my dick and balls. I went to sleep almost immediately. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.