Date: Thu, 26 Aug 1999 13:05:37 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 8" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 8
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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After lunch, we decided to do some Christmas shopping. Dad figured that the
post-Thanksgiving crush would have died down, but it didn't turn out that
way when we got to the mall. We fought it for a few hours until dad and a
three-hundred-pound woman got into a tug of war over a shirt on a bargain
table. I thought that kind of thing only happened in cartoons, but I saw it
with my own eyes. He was clearly outmatched, so he finally let go to avoid
being dragged across the table.  That ended the shopping. We went to see a
movie instead.

Back at his apartment we attacked the leftovers again for dinner. When we
were cleaning up afterwards, dad looked at the huge amount that was still
left and said we probably ought to freeze it since we weren't really going
to be there for lunch or dinner. We packaged it up in meal-size portions
for him to eat during the week and stuck it in the freezer.

Dad was the first one in the shower after dinner. I got in with him as if
we had always done it that way. We knew that we both enjoyed the
foreplay-like touching that was the main part of lathering each other up. I
think we also both knew we had reached the point where neither of us was
embarrassed any longer in front of the other about things which gave us
pleasure.

My dad lathered me first, all from the back. But he started by soaping my
chest, something he hadn't done before. He wasn't hard when he started,
although I was. I felt the lump of his soft dick rub around on my butt and
nestle in my crack as he moved his hands around on my chest and belly. I
could also feel his pubic hair rubbing across my hairless butt. In a little
while, I could feel his dick push more persistently against the bottom of
my crack as it got hard. Finally he had to step back to let it point
upwards. He did it by letting it slide up my crack. As the head traveled
across my asshole, I shivered. The feel of its touch there stayed with me
as he lathered my legs and back.

When we switched places, I lathered his back first and then began to do his
chest by wrapping my arms around him. I wanted to rub my dick on him
too. Because of the difference in our heights, I could rub the top part of
his thighs with the shaft and make the head barely touch the very bottom of
his crack. I tried bending it down with my hand, but that lowered the head
so much that it was a ways below his asshole. My dad must have understood
what I was trying to do, because he spread his legs as wide as he
could. This reduced his height and made it possible for me to slide it
across his asshole too. Each time I pulled it backwards across his perineum
and then his asshole, it would pull free and snap back against my
belly. The last time I tried it, my dad reached between his legs and took
hold of my dick. Then he stood up and clamped his legs together, trapping
it. Since his legs were slick with lather, my dick slid easily back and
forth with only very small movements of my hips. But because it always
pointed straight up when it was hard, it moved upwards with each motion
until it came from between his legs and slapped my belly again.

I didn't try it after that, deciding that it wasn't going to work until I
got taller. I ended lathering him with the double washing of his dick, once
from the back reaching around him and once from the front so I could be
sure to wash under his foreskin. Then we rinsed and dried.

When we got to the living room, dad said that we had been making a lot of
stains on the sofa. It was true, there were at least three places where cum
had dried on it. He went to the kitchen and got a brush which he used on
those spots. Fortunately, they brushed right off. We both laughed when he
said that he wasn't ever planning for those kinds of stains when he made
sure the fabric was treated for easy stain release.

He settled into his usual corner with his legs stretched out onto the
ottoman. I got him to spread his legs and I settled between them instead of
in my usual place against his right side. I sat at a right angle to him
with my back against the arm rest and his left leg behind my butt. I cupped
his dick and balls and lifted them, sliding my right hip back against
him. Then I let them lay on the side and front of my hip. He wiggled a
little to relieve the strain on the skin of his ball sac, which was
stretched slightly to allow his balls to lay where they were. I spread my
legs a little as he bent his right leg and put his foot between my legs. He
was half laying against the back of the sofa with my right shoulder in his
left armpit when we finally quit wiggling against each other. Dad's hardon
had gone away but mine was still at half mast. Once I touched his dick, I
was back to full size.

As it happened, there was a movie beginning that we both wanted to
see. Because of our position, dad could touch me anywhere on the front side
of my body, and I could touch almost as much of him. We started off with
his left arm around my shoulders and his right one laying on my chest. My
right arm was under his, with my hand at the crease of his leg barely
touching his balls. My left arm was laying across the top of my left leg,
just at the crease, so I could hold his right calf. Actually I guess I was
pulling his ankle against my perineum and balls.

We both got interested in the movie, so we moved very little except to
adjust our positions periodically to increase our comfort. A while later,
my dad began rubbing my chest and belly in the almost unconscious way he
has done all my life. While he probably never thought of what he was doing
as erotic, I always did to some extent, although I couldn't have identified
the feelings I was having until recently. I got hard immediately. Since I
had been hard more often than not during this week, he may not have paid
any particular attention to the fact right away. But I was very aware of
the feelings his moving hand was causing. And I was aware that my dick was
pointing up my belly. My attention wandered from the movie, but since I
knew he wanted to watch it, I stayed still and resisted the ever-present
urge to grab his dick.

I knew he had become aware of my excitement when he started rubbing the
ball of his thumb gently across first one nipple and then the other as he
moved his hand slowly around my chest.  He hadn't done that particular
thing in a few days, so it was even more arousing than it would have been
anyhow. Of course I lost interest in the movie completely. But since he
still seemed to be paying attention to it, I forced myself to stay
still. That took a lot of effort.

It fascinated me that he could be doing things which caused my hardon to
throb while his dick stayed completely soft. I became determined to make
him hard, but without doing anything that would force him to ignore the
movie. I started sliding the back of the fingers of my right hand slowly up
and down the inside of his right thigh, from his knee to near his balls. I
was doing it so lightly that half the time I was touching only the hair and
not the skin. I had my face turned toward the tv so that it would seem like
I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, but I was actually ignoring
the program and watching the movement of my hand out of the corner of my
eye.

I started to see results almost immediately as his dick, which was laying
on my belly, began to thicken. One of the many wonderful things about his
foreskin was that the gathered skin at the end changed shape with even the
smallest change in his dick as it went from completely soft to fully
hard. Although his eyes never left the tv, I noticed that a small smile
formed on his lips. He knew what I was doing.

>From then on it almost seemed like a game we were playing with each
other. I decided to up the stakes a little by sliding my hand up his right
side and onto his chest. I trailed the backs of my fingers around slowly in
his chest hair and only occasionally brushed it across his nipples. I kept
my face toward the tv, but I had my eyes cut so far to the right to see
what I was doing that I thought I would never get them back to their normal
position. My reward was seeing his dick thicken until it jerked upwards
onto his belly and finally got completely hard.

He didn't let me get away with it. He increased the area of my chest and
belly which his hand was covering in its long slow sweeps. His index finger
slid up my left side and lightly touched the crease at my armpit. Normally
I would have been very ticklish there, but this time I got the quite
different feeling of an erotic charge that went straight to my dick. On its
downward swing his hand touched the edges of my pubic bush. My dick,
traitor that it was, strained to touch its head to his hand as it slid by
just out of reach.

And I couldn't match what he was doing. My right arm was practically bent
backwards at the elbow to allow the back of my hand to touch most of his
chest. Nothing I did would let it touch more short of sticking my elbow
under his chin and just reaching down to his crotch. I thought about using
my left hand, but I could never have made it seem casual to reach across
myself and touch him with that because I would have had to have looked at
him to make it work. Finally I slid my right hand back down to his leg and
up onto his knee. That let me use my elbow to touch his crotch and belly. I
was amazed at just how light a touch I could achieve with my elbow as I did
this. I also discovered that I could use the ball of my right thumb on the
crease of his leg behind his knee. When the first drop of precum appeared
on the head of his dick, I knew I was getting results.

Meanwhile, he was getting ever closer to my dick when his hand moved
downwards. He had the advantage of being able to see what he was doing
without trying to force his eyes around to the side of his head. He added a
new wrinkle by stopping his hand on each downward sweep and sliding the
tips of his fingers into the right side of my pubic hair. Then he moved
them back and forth slowly, coming very close to the side of my dick but
never touching it directly. Instead, what he was doing was causing the hair
to touch my dick very very lightly. It was nearly more than I could
stand. I was trying to will my dick to move sideways and touch his
fingertips, but of course it didn't happen. I felt sure that he was going
to win the game.

Then the movie ended. He slid his hand up my neck and onto my left cheek to
turn my face toward him. He traced the outline of my lips with his
fingertip, something which I found to be terrifically erotic. He did the
same on my nose and over my eyebrows. I started to shiver as he traced the
edge of my ear. From there he slid that hand down my neck, across my
shoulder, and down my left arm to my hand, which was still gripping his
ankle. He took hold of it by the wrist and pulled it up onto his right
knee, so it was cupping his knee. He slid his fingers between mine and
spread them out on his knee. Then he traced each finger with his index
finger. I kept shivering from the sensations he was causing. I had never
felt anything like that before.

I decided I didn't want to win this game anyhow. I moved my face slowly
towards his and kissed him on the mouth. His lips were slightly parted, so
I slid my tongue in and touched the tip of his.  He pulled his right leg
from between mine, wrapped his right arm around my side, and pulled me
tight against him. We kissed like that for what seemed like a long time. I
could feel a wet spot forming on my belly from his precum.

When he released me, I slid downwards so I could get my mouth on his
dick. I didn't want to break the gentle mood that had survived all through
our game, so I started licking it instead of gulping it into my mouth as I
wanted to do. He slid to his back and put his hand on my head, rubbing the
hair very slowly. I licked his dick and his balls for a long time. The
precum was oozing out almost continuously. I put a hand behind each of his
knees and bent his legs up to give me access to the area behind his
balls. I licked my way back from his balls almost to his asshole, but I
stopped before my tongue reached it. I knew he liked the way I had teased
it before, so I licked around it and dragged my tongue through the hair in
his crack. I alternated between wetting the area and then blowing on it
because I knew it really excited him. Then finally I touched the wet tip of
my tongue onto the center of his asshole. He jerked so suddenly that I had
to hold his legs tight to keep from losing hold on them. Then having wet
it, I blew on it. I felt his legs shiver in my hands. I moved on to
alternately licking it lightly to wet it good and then blowing it dry.

I don't know if he could have stood much more, but I couldn't, so I lowered
his legs and focused my attention on his dick. There was a puddle of precum
on his belly. I licked it up to wet my tongue and then started to tease the
head of his dick and play with his foreskin. I found I could suck it even
farther from the head of his dick onto my tongue than I had the last
time. I had been afraid at first that I would hurt him, so I had been going
a little farther each time. This time I kept sucking on it, thinking that I
would be able to tell if it hurt. He was very sensitive there, so the level
of his excitement continued to grow. The precum flowed from the end of his
dick straight up my tongue. I continued doing that until he took hold of my
head and pulled me upwards to kiss him.

After a long tongue-enhanced kiss, he rolled me over onto my back on the
ottomans. He was crawling down the sofa when the ottomans slid apart,
letting my butt sink to the floor. I ended up folded in half between the
two of them. He looked at me and started to laugh. I laughed too. He
crawled across the ottoman supporting my legs, got onto the floor, and
pulled me out from between them by the feet. I pivoted on my butt, ending
up with my head and shoulders against the front of the sofa and my legs in
the air, held there by his hands. He bent my legs back over my chest,
lifting first my butt and then my back off the floor. My head slid down the
front of the sofa onto the floor. I felt him move up behind my back. I
realized he was pushing his knees against my back almost at my
shoulders. The he lowered my legs, which let my back lay up the front of
his thighs and his crotch. He spread my legs and slid his arms down to
behind my knees.  He spread them apart with his arms and rested his elbows
on the ottomans. I was trapped in a box formed by the front of the sofa,
the sides of the ottomans, and his body. He started licking slowly up the
inside of my thighs towards my balls.

He teased me for a long while, getting very close to my balls, my dick, or
my asshole, but never touching any of them with his tongue. He tried my
trick of licking and blowing, but since I was practically hairless from the
balls back, it didn't work as well on me. Finally he started to lick those
places he had avoided, working on each one for just a short time before
moving on. They had become super sensitive because he had avoided them
before. A few minutes later, he focused his attention and his tongue on my
asshole, licking it and poking his tongue into it. I was in heaven! Then as
he slid his tongue up my perineum towards my balls, he slid his finger
slowly into my asshole. I thought I would cum several times as it was going
in, but I didn't.

I got a real surprise when he began to move his finger around inside my
asshole. He touched a spot that gave me the same kind of pleasure as if the
head of my dick was being rubbed. Of course it was my prostate, but I
didn't know that at the time.  He continued to lick my balls while he
rubbed that spot. I felt like I was being jerked off, but he wasn't
touching my dick. My dick became even more sensitive. I thought I would cum
any second.  He kept me like that for what seemed like a very long
time. Then he suddenly sucked my dick into his mouth and began to suck it
firmly while continuing to rub my prostate. I knew he didn't want me to cum
then, so I surrendered to it.

We had played so long before we reached this point that I exploded into his
mouth almost immediately. My dick was too sensitive to touch once I started
to shoot, and he must have known it, because he withdrew the pressure of
his lips from the head but kept it on the shaft. I bucked and would have
gotten loose if I hadn't been trapped in that box. When I was finally
finished, he slid his finger slowly out of my asshole. I missed it
immediately. He crawled backwards, and lowered my back and legs to the
floor. Then he straddled me and kissed me, letting me taste my cum as the
last drops ran down his tongue into my mouth. I thought I wouldn't be able
to move even after he backed out of the box and sat with his back against
the ottoman.

A few minutes later, I felt that I had enough energy to move, so I hunched
my way out of the box and sat beside him. His dick was only half hard,
which surprised me since he hadn't cum. I remembered when the same thing
had happened to me, that I had felt almost as satisfied as if I had cum
because I had made him feel so good. I wanted to bring back his excitement
and then make him cum.

I bent over and took his dick in my mouth, tasting the precum trapped under
his foreskin. I just held it like that. In a little while, I felt it begin
to stir. That's when I started to lick the head gently while keeping it and
about an inch of the shaft in my mouth. When the precum started to flow
again, I decided that his excitement had returned. I started to suck him in
earnest, working to make him cum instead of just to arouse him
farther. When he started to shoot, he bucked off the floor just as I had. I
expected it, so I didn't lose my hold on his dick.

I let as much of his cum collect in my mouth as I could after swallowing
the first shot or two.  When he was completely finished, I let his dick
slide out of my mouth. It was covered in cum because I had kept my mouth
full. I crawled up over him on my hands and knees and kissed him.  He slid
his tongue into my mouth before I opened mine, so his cum ran down his own
tongue into his mouth. We played with it with our tongues for a
minute. Then I broke the kiss and went back to his dick to lick off the cum
there. It was so sensitive still that he jerked and shivered as I touched
it.

When I was finished, he said he was ready for sleep. So was I. We crawled
into bed, got into our usual position with him behind and spooning me, and
I felt his hand slide into my crotch to cup my dick and balls. I hugged his
arm as I went to sleep.

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