Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 08:35:09 CST From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 1-3 " (incest) (adult-youth) Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family by Tim Foure copyright 2000 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. ___________ This story is a sequel, and I've tried to include enough of what happened in "Me and Dad" for this story to make sense. But many of these characters already have a past, so nothing except reading the first story will make all of the references in this story clear. "Me and Dad" is archived at www.nifty.org/nifty in the gay male/incest section. Chapter 1 Mike When I woke up, I knew it was late. It didn't matter much since Dad and I didn't have anything to do before we went to his brother Terry's late in the afternoon. Terry and Elaine always had both sides of their family for dinner on New Years Day. It would be quite a crowd, at least nineteen people. It used to be twenty before Mom and Dad got divorced. I lay there waking up slowly, the way I always wake up no matter what day it is. As my brain slowly regained contact with the rest of me and reports started coming in from the lower half of my body again, I began to notice a dull throbbing in my asshole. I was puzzled for a minute until I remembered the night before. My dad had fucked me for the first time. It was great! We'd been playing around and sucking each other off for a couple months. We'd even rimmed each other a few times, but that was the first time I'd ever thought about him fucking me. Once he was sure I really wanted him to do it, he went at it slowly and got me as ready as he could before he even tried putting his dick in me. It felt huge the first time it went in, but it felt so good sliding in and out! I never came harder in my life. I moved my hand down my belly past my piss hardon and over my tight balls until my fingertip came into contact with my asshole. I was careful touching it because of the way it throbbed. The first thing I noticed was how hot it felt. Then as I traced my finger around it, I also found out it was puffy and swollen. As I remembered how good it felt to be fucked, I smiled even though my asshole hurt. I also remembered I still had my dad's cum in me. I pushed my finger against the even sorer center until I forced it inside. First I felt lube and then what had to be his cum. I pulled my finger out and held it up in front of my eyes. That's when Dad came in. He was naked too, just like me. We went naked whenever we were alone in his apartment. When he saw I was awake, he sat down on the bed next to me. I wiped my finger on the sheet. "Finally waking up, sleepyhead?" "Yeah, I'm getting there. My asshole hurts." "Sorry about that. I tried to loosen you up as much as I could. Seems like the first time always hurts no matter what. Lemme have a look." I rolled onto my belly and pulled my knees up, forcing my butt up into the air while my shoulders were still pressed against the bed. I grabbed my cheeks with both hands and spread my ass wide. Right away I felt my dad's finger tracing the outer edge of my asshole. "Looks like a medium size pink doughnut," he told me. "Chafed some for sure. How bad does it hurt?" "Not real bad. It's just sore feeling and it's throbbing some." "You know what'll probably help? Not with the swelling, but with the soreness? Chapstick." "You're kidding!" "Nope. Works on raw skin no matter where it is. I've used it on a lot of places besides my mouth. Want to give it a try?" "Sure. If it'll help." I stayed as I was while he got the chapstick from the bathroom. I felt him rub it around and around on my asshole. I had to admit it felt better immediately. Last of all he shoved it into me and twisted it to coat the inside a little. It made me think it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to shove his dick in there when he pulled the chapstick out. So I asked him to do it. "I think we better wait a few days before we try that trick again. Lots of other things we can do for fun in the meantime. Probably a good idea to buy another chapstick too. We'll put this one aside for special uses only." We both laughed over that. Since he was done with my asshole for the time being, I rolled over onto my back and reached between his legs to take hold of his soft dick. "Want to get cleaned up first or eat first?" he asked. Getting cleaned up meant showering together, which always led to sex except on the mornings when Dad had to get ready for work and I had to go to school. I wasn't as hungry as I was horny. "Cleaned up," I told him with a big smile. "Why doesn't that surprise me," he said with a laugh as he stood up and reached for my hand to pull me out of bed. He continued to hold my hand as we made the short trip to the bathroom. His dick was still soft with the head snugly surrounded by his foreskin. Mine was pointing straight up my belly with the head deep red from the hardness of my erection. When I got to the toilet, I tried to force it down so I could pee in the bowl while he set the water temperature for the shower. He noticed I wasn't having much luck. "Looks like one of those mornings when it'll be easier to do it in the shower." He had shown me one morning when we were both suffering from especially hard piss hardons that you could use the shower to pee without feeling like you were breaking your dick off at the root. I was surprised it had never occurred to me before that. "Yeah, good idea," I told him. "So get in there and do it." When I had finished, he got in the shower with me. I pushed him under the spray to wet him down. I reset the shower to a trickle so it would maintain the right temperature. I began soaping his back and arms, working downwards onto his butt. I slid my soapy fingers up and down his crack, paying special attention to his asshole while I continued to rub one of his butt cheeks slowly with my other hand. After a minute or two he moved his feet apart so I could move my hand along his perineum to his balls. I washed the whole area thoroughly before I reached through and took hold of his dick. It was as hard as my own now. I stroked it slowly for a short while before pulling my hand back and continuing to wash down his legs to his feet. I washed the front of his body from the back too, reaching around him with both arms to do it and pressing the front of my own body and especially my dick against his soapy back. My dick rode in the valley formed by his legs, the head just barely touching his asshole. I could make it press against his hole if I stood on tiptoes, which I did a few times. I could feel his asshole contract against it when I did, almost as if it was grabbing at it. While I was washing his chest, I paid special attention to his nipples. They were very sensitive and responded quickly to gentle lathering. From there I washed downwards until I came to his dick and balls. I stroked his dick and rubbed his balls, rolling them in my soapy fingers until he told me I'd better move on. I did it right away, working my way down his legs. I didn't want him shooting against the wall of the shower when there were so many better places for him to shoot. I stood up when I was finished and he turned to face me. Last of all I washed under his foreskin. I liked to do that from the front where I could see as well as feel his dick. It seemed like I could never get enough of looking at it or touching it. When I was very young and still showered with him before my mom's father put a stop to it, I was always fascinated by the skin covering the head of my dad's dick. I was interested in the rest of the dick too, but the foreskin really caught my eye. I didn't have that piece of skin because Grandfather had demanded they circumcise me when I was born. I used to watch Dad wash the end of his dick. He was always careful to clean under the skin and dry it when we got out of the shower. After I was forced to start showering by myself, I began playing with my own dick as if it was uncut. I was really pretending Dad was still there with me. A long time later while I was doing that, I had my first orgasm. It was an awesome experience. It was so amazing I lost my balance and fell in the shower. The noise I made brought Dad running to see what had happened. Mom stood in the hall asking, "Is he alright?" When Dad saw me lying in the shower with a handful of lather and a lather-covered crotch, he knew right away what had happened. He told Mom I had just slipped, but he told me to be more careful when I was doing that from now on. In a way I suppose you could say my dad taught me how to jerk off by the way he washed his dick while I was showering with him. It just took me a long time to get the full benefit from that lesson. But now I didn't have to pretend any longer because I had Dad's dick right there in my hand. I washed it carefully, making sure I rinsed off all the soap although it would get soapy again when he washed me. I just had a hard time letting go of it once I had it in my hands. Finally I had to stop when my dad warned me he was getting close to cumming. I turned away from him and he began soaping my back and shoulders. When he got to my butt, he was careful about touching my asshole, but in fact it didn't hurt nearly as bad as it had when I woke up. The chapstick must have been doing its job. I spread my legs so he could reach through, and he rubbed my dick and balls until I told him to stop. He washed my front side from behind me too, wrapping his arms around me. His dick pressed against the small of my back, moving up and down over a small area as he washed me. I leaned back against him to increase the pressure. He rubbed and caressed my nipples until I thought I would go crazy. Then he massaged my balls while he stroked my dick until I had to tell him to stop that too. When he was finished, we turned up the water pressure and rinsed off. I reached for his dick, pulling back the foreskin to make sure all the soap was gone. Then I dropped to my knees, telling him I was going to give it the taste test to make sure I had gotten all the soap. He just laughed. As I knelt there with the water running down both of our bodies, I took the head into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. I couldn't taste anything except clean dick. I continued down the shaft a short way, getting my tongue in the valley between the bottom of the head and the ridge of his gathered up foreskin. Still no soap. Finally I sucked his foreskin over the head of his dick and drove my tongue inside. His dick pulsed and forced out a drop of precum. The taste of his precum was all it took. I couldn't give it up after that. I continued to suck, forcing the head of his dick into my throat several times and massaging it there with my throat muscles for as long as I could hold my breath. I felt my dad's hands gently touching the sides of my head. When I couldn't wait any longer, I began to move my mouth up and down the length of his dick while grabbing it firmly with my lips and rubbing the back side with my tongue. I heard him draw in a quick breath just before the first shot went straight down my throat. I pulled back enough that the others landed on my tongue. After he was finished and I was just sucking the foreskin back over the head, he pulled on me to stand up. As I did, he went down on his knees and began to suck my dick. It took me less than a minute to cum even though he was trying to make it last. We stood holding each other for a few minutes as the water beat down on us and enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms before we dried ourselves and finally had a breakfast which was more nearly a lunch. I used that chapstick quite a few times over the next two days while Dad and I stuck to sucking each other off. But I was looking forward to getting fucked again as soon as Dad decided my asshole had recovered enough. By Monday it seemed to be itching for it. Chapter 2 Dave I took Mike to the gym on the Monday night he was staying with me after New Years. It's really a fitness center called "The Clubhouse", but everyone calls it "the gym". Larry was away that Monday on vacation with his in-laws. I suppose it was just as well he was or we would have been a foursome again with him and his son Chris. We had done that for the first time the previous Thursday, coming back to my apartment afterwards for sex. I was glad not to be repeating it so soon. I would have liked to be able to avoid it altogether in the future, but there was very little likelihood that would turn out to be the way it went. I wished I didn't feel that way because Mike had finally convinced me his best friend Chris was seriously attracted to me. It was unfortunate that was the case because although I liked Chris well enough, I'm generally attracted to people around my own age as sex partners. Mike, of course, was the exception, and even then it was only because it was his idea. Approaching him would never have crossed my mind. So after Mike and I became completely open with each other about sex, he had told me over and over how much Chris wanted to suck my dick. It had finally happened the Monday after Christmas, but Mike hadn't been there to see it since he was with his mother at his grandparents' house. It went well enough, although the entire time we were at the gym Chris had been afflicted with a painfully hard dick that wouldn't soften. It couldn't have been pleasant for him. I also thought he would pass out several times while the three of us were having sex. He kept hyperventilating from excitement, but he did finally get his wish. The Monday after New Years had been a day off from work for a lot of people because the holiday had fallen on a Saturday, so there were just a few people at the gym. The real bodybuilders preferred to come first thing in the morning whenever they could, and the men who were being forced to work out to reduce their weight avoided coming whenever they could find an excuse. That left the guys like me who were trying to stay in shape. Mike and I decided to go in the afternoon. As we checked in, Bob, one of the trainers, told us we'd have the place pretty much to ourselves. "Only nine guys are signed in, including you two," he told us. The first time I came to the gym to look it over when I was trying to decide which fitness center I would join, I got the impression Bob was flirting with me. When he was taking me around to show me the facilities, it seemed as if he touched my shoulder, my back, or my arm whenever he needed me to move in a particular direction. On the next visit I had him set me up with a training program. Again he touched me more than I thought was strictly necessary to show me what to do. He seemed to put his hands on the particular muscle or pair of muscles each exercise targeted, sometimes sliding his hand along the length of the muscle to show me where it began and ended. He was never obvious about it, but by the time I had finished my workout, he had touched most of my body. I was glad I had worn a new supporter or my dick's response to his touch would have been very obvious. After that I decided to pay attention to the way he treated other members to see if he treated me differently. I found him attractive, but I knew I could easily be mistaking his touching me for something it wasn't. It was several weeks before I could put my plan into action because he had moved to the early shift by the time of my next visit to the gym. I saw him again two weeks later. I noticed he always winked at me, but I never saw him wink at anyone else. I also noticed he was always the one to sign me in even if there were other trainers at the counter. I saw him off and on over the next several months, depending on the shift he worked. He continued to wink, and I tried to give him a particularly warm smile in return. But there was nothing else. I had just about decided I had been mistaken. Then one night as I was signing in, he said, "You've been coming here for quite a while now. Has anyone worked with you to reevaluate your routine?" "No, not since you set it up for me." "It's time then. If you like, I'll meet you at the machines in ten minutes." He winked as he turned away. Ten minutes later I met him at the first machine in my routine. By the time I had gone through the whole routine and tried out his suggestions for changes I ought to make, he had done a fairly thorough inventory of my muscles with his hands. My supporter wasn't as tight as it had been when it was new, so he probably saw I had one more muscle I would have been glad for him to evaluate. I decided to go for it. "I'm ready for some time in the steam room and a soak in the hot tub. How about you?" "Love to, but I have to get back to the desk. Maybe another time." I took it as a brush-off even though he winked as he left. As I was passing the desk on my way out, he called to me. When I walked over to the desk, he said, "How was the hot tub?" "Great. Really helped with the sore spots I got from the new workout." "Hey, no pain, no gain," he said with a laugh. "Too bad I couldn't take you up on the steam and soak. We're not supposed to do that while we're working unless there're practically no members here." I couldn't decide if he was telling me the truth or just being polite to a paying client. I decided to be non-committal. "You don't know what you missed. Maybe next time." "Yeah, maybe." And the wink. But the next time Bob was working was the night I brought Larry, Chris's father, along as a guest. It was his first time there. He was actually looking for an excuse that would get him out of the house so we could get together for sex, but he wasn't opposed to exercising some of his other muscles to get himself into shape as well. Bob checked us in, giving me the wink but not Larry. Of course with Larry there and my anticipating sex with him after we left the gym, I didn't think much about Bob. On our next visit, Larry joined and Bob worked with him to set up a routine. I paid attention to how much he touched Larry as he was doing it. It was considerably less than he had touched me either time. I decided Bob had probably not been trying to brush me off when he declined my invitation to the steam room. But knowing that wasn't going to make any difference, though, since Larry would be with me every Monday and Thursday from then on. First we'd exercise and then we'd go back to my apartment and suck each other's dick. That didn't leave any room for Bob on those nights. And I wasn't sure enough he was actually interested in me that I was willing to spend a Tuesday, my only free weekday night, at the gym on the chance something would happen between us. That was how it stood on the Monday afternoon I took Mike to the gym with me. I wouldn't be coming back on Thursday because Mike was staying over and had school the next day, so I didn't know how long it would be before Bob would be working again when I came in. When he winked at me, I decided to make sure things stayed at a slow simmer between us just in case there was a chance we could turn the heat up later on. "Since there's practically no one here, how about joining us for a steam and a soak when we're done working out?" "Sounds great! I'll come look for you when you get to your last machine." And that told me it hadn't been a brush-off after all. Mike and I got undressed in the locker room, putting all of our clothes in my locker. I put on my workout clothes since I was going to do my regular routine, but Mike stayed naked and went to rinse off in the showers before heading for the swimming pool. Usually it was full of men swimming laps, but when we walked by there had been only one guy using it. Mike could swim and play around without feeling he was depriving someone else of a chance to do serious exercise. I was just finishing my last exercise when I noticed Bob standing nearby. I knew he hadn't been there a few minutes earlier, and you can't see into the workout area from the entrance, so he had to know how long it took me to go through my routine. It was a good sign. "Here's your towel," he said, holding it out to me. "Looks like you need it." "Thanks," I told him. My shirt and a breech-cloth shaped area of my shorts were soaked through and there was sweat running down my face. I kept meaning to buy a sweat band but hadn't gotten around to it. "You've been working hard, but you're really getting results." He felt my shoulders and the top half of my arms through my sweaty T-shirt. "It looks like you could get into serious body building if you wanted to. You'd get good results." I was surprised he kept his hand on me for so long since I was so sweaty. "Sorry I'm so wet," I told him. "No problem. This is the wrong place to work if you're gonna let a little sweat bother you." "Well, I'm not really interested in body building. Just in being firm and in shape. Kinda like you, I guess." I decided to go for it and squeeze his shoulder and upper arm. "You're right. I feel that way too," he told me, making no effort to move away from my touch. I started to pull my T over my head and found Bob was helping me move the clingy wet material up my chest. "Sure you won't get in trouble for taking a soak with us?" I asked once my head was free. "Definitely not. There are only five members still here, counting you and your son. And there're still two trainers on the desk. Besides, I get off in about an hour anyhow. Gonna be a really slow night here. I guess New Years resolutions to get in shape don't click in this soon." "True!" I said with a laugh. "Let's go find Mike." He pressed his hand on my bare back to indicate I should go ahead of him. We found Mike paddling around the deserted swimming pool. I called him, telling him Bob and I were going to sit in the steam room for a while. He swam to the edge and climbed out immediately. I offered him my towel, but he turned it down, telling me it was wetter than he was. In the meantime Bob had gotten Mike's towel from a wall hook and handed it to him. He dried his face and then looked at us expectantly. "What about drying the rest of you?" I asked. I noticed he just stood there naked holding his towel but not making any effort to cover himself. "Why? We're gonna take a shower first, right? I gotta get the chlorine offa me. What's the point of drying anything else? I'm just gonna get wet again in a minute." "True," I told him. "Good idea to get the chlorine off as soon as you can," Bob told him. The three of us walked into the locker room, passing two guys in street clothes who were leaving. Both of them gave Mike a quick look from head to foot as they went by. "Now there's just one more member here besides the two of you," Bob told me. "Kinda like having your own private facilities," I said. I took off my shoes and stripped off the rest of my wet clothes. I put the shoes in my locker but left the clothes lying on the floor as I usually did. It was hard to believe anyone would steal sweaty workout clothes, and I didn't want to stuff them into my locker with our clean street clothes. Bob had commandeered a locker close by and was stripping off his clothes too. I noticed Mike was sitting straddling the bench watching him undress. His back was toward us, and as he pulled down his shorts, his butt was framed by the waistband and straps of his supporter. He had a line of hair that appeared from between his legs and continued up his crack to the small of his back. His legs were hairy too, but the cheeks of his butt and his back were completely smooth. When he pulled the supporter down, we got a back view of his balls between his legs and perhaps a look at his asshole too in the darker area where his crack widened out slightly. His butt was now framed with lines where the supporter straps had pressed into his skin. I was waiting for him to turn around. I was sure Mike was too. Bob clicked the combination lock onto the locker and turned to face us. "Ready to hit the showers?" he asked. "Yes," we answered, almost in unison. I noticed he gave me a quick appraisal as I was looking him over. Above his hairy legs was a lush brown pubic bush out of which stuck an average looking circumcised dick head. Little more than the head showed, probably the result of its being constricted by the supporter all day. I lay my dick sideways when I wear a supporter to keep it from being pressed into my body, but either he didn't mind it being pushed into his body or his dick just wasn't long enough to do anything else with it. His balls with their own lush coat of hair hung down loosely beneath his dick. A narrow treasure trail connected the bush to his navel but stopped there. His belly looked smooth, but there was a spray of dark hair covering his chest up to his collarbones. His arms were hairy too, to about half way between his elbow and his shoulders, where they became smooth like his shoulders. The three of us showered under heads side by side. I was still sweating, so I had my shower set to a colder temperature than they did. Both of them complained in a joking way when I accidentally sprayed them with cold water as I washed. When we were finished, I grabbed a fresh towel and began to dry myself completely. After a minute or so I realized Bob and Mike had dried their faces and were now watching me. "Slow learner, huh?" I asked as I realized what I was doing. "Looks like it to me," Mike said, looking at Bob for confirmation. Bob just smiled, probably thinking better of making fun of a client. >From there we went into the steam room, all of us carrying our towels and making no effort to cover up. Once inside, Bob led us to the back corner. He spread his towel on the wooden bench near the corner and sat on it with his legs spread open and his arms draped on the bench above him. I did the same on the side bench not far from the corner. I expected Mike to sit next to me on the side opposite the corner, but instead he got up on the bench above us, walked behind me, and sat down on the corner with his feet barely touching the bench we were sitting on. He had so my hand was touching his hip. I wondered if Bob's was touching his hip on the other side. Bob meanwhile had his head tilted backward and his eyes closed. I watched his dick lengthen from the heat. The whiteness of the towel beneath him made it easier to see in the steamy air. I decided he probably did have enough that it didn't have to be mashed into his pubic hair by his supporter, so it must have been something he did by choice. It would certainly keep any stray hardons from showing while he worked, but it would have to be painful as well. My own dick was also lengthening slightly from the heat. Mike was no doubt watching both of our dicks from his vantage point above us. We sat quietly for a while as I felt my muscles loosen up. I don't know how long we had been sitting and I may even have gone to sleep when suddenly I felt Mike move down to the seat between me and Bob. His leg was touching mine from the knee to the foot. He pressed it against mine so I would move it and give him more room. I saw he was doing the same thing to Bob on the other side. Bob dropped his hand onto Mike's shoulder and asked, "What's up?" "I been cooking in here and now I think I'm done." "Dunno, you look like you could go a little bit longer. Whadda ya think, Dave?" He poked Mike in the arm as if he was testing him for tenderness. I poked him too, but on the thigh. "I think he's done." "What about you two?" Mike asked as he poked both of us on the thigh. "Feels done to me," he added as he squeezed our thighs. His hands were scant inches from our crotches. I decided it was probably time to move on to something else before the little joke developed into a threesome. "I think I've had enough. Time for me to move to the hot tub." I stood up to emphasize that I meant right away. Bob and Mike stood up as well. "But before we do that, we ought to cool off some in the swimming pool," Bob told us. "The pool's not cool," Mike said. "I was just in it." "It's not cool if you go straight to it when you come in from the street, but it's a lot cooler than it is in here. Believe me, it'll feel plenty cool when you get in it." Bob took our towels as we left the steam room and went to get us dry ones. Meanwhile Mike and I walked over to the pool. We both eyed it suspiciously, as if we doubted it was actually as cool as Bob had said. "Well, here goes nothing," I said as I dove in. I was instantly chilled. I broke the surface and told Mike, "Believe me, it's cold!" Mike jumped in and had the same reaction. "Brrr!" he said when his head cleared the water. "Like I said, there's a big contrast between the temperature of this water and the temperature in the steam room," Bob told us just before jumping in himself. We swam around for a short while, but since we had the pool to ourselves, we began to horse around, splashing and ducking each other. By the time we decided we had had enough and were ready for the hot tub, we were practically wrestling in the water. There was a lot of body contact with arms and legs wrapped around each other in the struggle. Fortunately, though, none of us had gotten hard. It may have been the relative coolness of the water which had kept that from happening, but it didn't seem cool by the time we climbed out of the pool and none of us had shriveled dicks then. The hot tub provided just as great a contrast to the coolness of the pool. Bob aimed all the jets toward one end and we settled there in a group. The water felt very hot when we eased ourselves into it, but after a minute or two it began to seem comfortable. Always before when I had gotten in the hot tub with other people, everyone chose places as far from each other as they could. The three of us sat on a seat that followed the curve of the end of the tub. This put us right next to each other. I know I felt Mike's leg brushing against mine and his hand moved back and forth over my crotch quite a few times, though he didn't actually touch me. I was convinced Bob's foot brushed mine at least once. A comfortable feeling of closeness seemed to have developed among the three of us. It seemed to me it had a slight sexual charge to it. After a few minutes Mike said, "I can't hold it any more. I got to go to the bathroom!" He waded across the tub, got out using the steps on the end opposite to where we were sitting, and headed for the bathroom, dripping all the way. Before Mike was even out of the pool, Bob slid part way across the space between us. His foot touched mine briefly and was gone. I waited a few seconds and moved closer to him too. Neither of us said anything, but I felt his leg move next to mine. At first it touched mine lightly for just a second before it moved away, but after a few more seconds it was back and this time it didn't move away. I pressed mine back against his. He sighed but didn't say anything. 'Why not?' I thought. I moved my hand which had been lying flat on my thigh over onto his, waited a few seconds, and then rubbed it up and down from his knee to his hip. He sighed again but stayed still. Not feeling comfortable with doing more, I moved my hand back to my own leg. As soon as I did, Bob unfolded his arms from behind his head and brought them down into the water. Then I felt his hand touch my thigh. It flattened out and began to move up and down, first on top of my thigh and then on the inside, coming almost as far up as my balls. I had moved my own hand up onto my belly when he touched me. I reached over his arm and grasped his thigh, pulling it tighter against mine. I slid my hand up and down the inside, coming all the way up to his balls. I felt his hand begin to move on me doing the same thing. I decided it was up to me to make the next move even though there was no doubt now we were both interested in each other. I cupped his balls and moved my hand over them to find his hard dick pointing upwards. I squeezed it lightly. He responded by doing the same to me. My own dick was also hard by this time. After a few seconds of that, he said, "Your son'll be back in a minute and we'll need to get out of the water soon. Better give this a chance to calm down." He gave my dick a final squeeze before releasing it so I would know what he was talking about. "Yeah, afraid so," I told him, giving his another squeeze before I pulled my hand away. After a moment's thought, I moved away from him slightly. He moved too, but we didn't leave enough room for Mike to sit between us when he returned. "Mike's staying with me for the rest of the week." I told him. It was a way of saying I didn't think we would get an opportunity to do more than we had anytime soon. "You divorced?" "Yeah. You?" "Sure am. Two kids, boy and a girl, seven and nine." After a pause he added, "I sneaked a look at your membership application. Either Mike's adopted or you got an early start." "Early start. We were just seventeen when he was born. We fell for the old line that a girl couldn't get pregnant the first time she did it." "Whoa! Talk about learning the hard way." "But it turned out great. Looking back I wouldn't undo it if I could." "So, when's Mike go back to his mother?" "Sunday night." "And you'll be here Monday night with your friend." "That's right." "Tell me if I'm off base here, but you and him got a thing going?" "No. We've been friends since we were kids." After a moment's thought, I added, "It's just casual. But Monday night's all booked up." "Hard to believe we're already talking about next week. What I'm trying to say here is I'd like to see you sometime away from here. And I don't mean just for sex. But I do mean for sex. Don't get me wrong about that. If you're not interested, just lay it out and I'll forget it. You don't have to keep telling me you're busy." I saw Mike coming back from the toilets. "You've got it wrong. It just works out that way right now. I'm not busy Tuesday night next week. But I'd like to be." "So would I," he said as Mike came down the steps into the pool. "Consider it a date." Mike climbed down the steps into the pool saying, "Hot! Hot!" as the water crept up his legs. When he reached the bottom, he started across the pool towards us. I wondered if he was going to squeeze in between us. There wasn't enough room for him now, but I knew that wouldn't stop him, especially if he meant to make it into an opportunity to grab a feel of Bob's dick. I stood up and said, "Guess we've been in here longer than we're supposed to." There was a sign on the wall next to the hot tub warning anyone who used it that it was dangerous to stay in the water longer than fifteen minutes. Bob stood up too. "You're right. It's been quite a while." "Gee, thanks," Mike said. "You coulda just told me before I got back in the water." "You were gonna get wet anyhow. You got to take a shower yet." "Ok, you got me there." "And I'm getting hungry. What time does your shift end, Bob? Want to go get some dinner with us?" "It'll be over by the time we get our clothes on. Food sounds great!" As we walked into the shower room, I noticed people were beginning to arrive in the locker room. I noticed one guy I saw every Monday. I decided these were the guys who hadn't had the day off. Chapter 3 Mike I was kind of surprised Bob was with my dad when he came to get me from the swimming pool. First I thought we had to leave because they were closing up. There was next to nobody in the gym that afternoon. But then when Dad said we were going to go to the steam room, I got the idea that something else was going on. I thought it was great because Bob was a good looking guy. He had real short dark brown hair that looked like it would be curly if he let it get much longer and shiny brown eyes. We had to take a shower first because Dad was real sweaty and I had to get the chlorine off of me. They keep a lot of chlorine in the pool there. I was already naked because that's how you swim there, so when we got to the locker room, I just lay on the bench and watched the two of them get undressed. I was interested in seeing Bob naked because he looked like he had a great body but you couldn't really see anything in his shorts between his legs. It turned out his dick looked all shrunken just like mine had the first time I went there with my dad. I couldn't see anything besides the end of the head sticking out of his pubic hair. The same thing had happened to Chris his first time too. I thought it was funny he would react that way since he was around naked men a lot. After we got done showering, we went into the steam room. I was only ever in there twice before. The first time Chris had gotten sucked off by a guy while I was out going to the bathroom, and the other time we had watched two guys suck and fuck each other. So I kind of had it in my head it was a place where stuff usually happened even though Dad had told me it didn't happen all that often. Then Bob and Dad sat by the corner. I figured I ought to sit by Dad, but I really wanted to sit by Bob where I could get a better look at his dick. I thought about getting in between them but there wasn't really enough room. I got up on the top bench instead and sat between them up there. It was perfect because I could look down at both their dicks. My dad's got as long as it ever does before it starts to get hard. Bob's crawled out of his pubic hair and made it most of the way down to the bench before it quit growing. I got hard watching them, but when nothing else happened after a while, my hardon went away. We stayed there in the steam for what felt like forever. After I could tell Bob wasn't going to get hard, I got bored with just sitting there. I stood it as long as I could and then I dropped down to the bench right between them and told them I had to get out of there. I thought we'd go straight to the hot tub, but Bob told us we had to cool off first in the pool, so we did. I was really surprised how cold the water felt after we were in that heat because it had felt real warm when I was swimming in it. Things looked like they were going to pick up some when we got in the hot tub. We all sat close to each other. I made sure I got in the middle. You couldn't see under the water because Bob had aimed all the jets at us. There were so many little bubbles it felt like foam brushing against me. Bob put his hands behind his head and spread his legs out under the water. I felt his leg bump into mine and then move away. I decided to push mine against his too. I found out he hadn't moved his leg more than an inch away. After I bumped it, I moved my leg back and pressed my calf against his. He let it stay there. I was also moving my hands back and forth in the water in front of both him and my dad. I was trying to get up enough nerve to accidentally bump into Bob's dick, but before I could I had to go to the toilet. I had had to go ever since we were in the steam room, but I was afraid I'd miss something if I did so I tried to hold back. I knew then if I waited any longer, I might not make it to the toilet. I practically had to run as it was. When I got back, Bob and Dad were sitting closer together than they had been. I got back in the tub and was going to squeeze in between them when Dad stood up and said it was time for us to get out of the tub. I was disappointed. But then I noticed his dick. It wasn't sticking-up hard but it was about as big as it gets when it is hard. It was standing straight out from his body and pointing down over his balls. I took a quick look at Bob's when he stood up and his was the same way, but pointing straight down instead of out. The way his balls hung down they didn't push it out like my dad's did. Bob's dick reminded me of Larry's because the head stuck out over the shaft so much. His balls hung down a lot farther than Larry's though. I couldn't figure out what they could have been doing because I wasn't gone long enough for them to jerk each other off. I didn't think they would have tried sucking each other under the water, and I know they wouldn't have sat up on the side to do it because I was coming back and anybody could have come in. Dad invited him, so Bob went to eat dinner with us. They both talked a lot. It was mainly the kind of stuff adults talk about when they first meet each other. I tried to talk when I could think of anything to say and Bob seemed like he was trying to say stuff to get me in the conversation too. But Bob and I did most of our talking while Dad was gone to the restroom. What got us started was seeing a waitress almost have an accident. She was carrying a big tray of dishes when she spotted my dad as he walked in front of her. Once she saw him, she tried to follow him with her eyes as he walked away from her. She also kept walking forward at the same time. She walked into a chair and almost threw the tray of dishes onto the table in front of it. Somehow she managed to keep anything from dropping off the tray, but she looked like a juggler doing it. After that she paid attention to where she was going. My dad just kept on walking. Bob said to me, "With his looks that kind of thing must happen to him a lot. He didn't even seem to notice." "Yeah, it does. People take one look at him and walk into walls and do stupid stuff like that all the time. Sometimes they just stare at him. He gets embarrassed when that happens." "I guess it's not hard to see why people react to him like that. I bet that waitress got weak in the knees when she saw him. I don't guess I've ever seen a guy as handsome as he is who wasn't movie star or something." "He doesn't think he's good looking." "Really?" "Everybody in the family kids him about how good looking he is and he just takes it. I think he'd like to be a blond." "A blond? With that thick black hair? Why?" "I dunno for sure. His brother calls him 'the dumb blond' all the time. It's a joke. I figure he said he wanted to be a blond some time when he was growing up and his brother made a joke out of it." "I don't get the joke." "The joke is he's such a dumb blond he doesn't even have blond hair." "Oh. I guess you had to be there. But he's crazy if he really wishes he was blond instead of the way he is. If I looked like him, I wouldn't change a thing." "Me neither." We both stared at him as he walked back to the table. When we left the restaurant, Dad told Bob he'd see him Monday. Bob replied, "And Tuesday." When Bob was gone and we were getting into the car, I asked Dad, "What happens Tuesday? You going to the gym Monday and Tuesday both?" I knew he wouldn't be going Thursday because I would still be staying with him and I had school the next day. I thought maybe he was trying to make up for it. "Sex happens Tuesday if everything goes right," Dad told me as he closed his door and started the car. "With Bob? That's great! He's a hot looking guy." "I think so too." "What were you guys doing in the hot tub while I was in the toilet?" "Making sure we were both interested in each other." "Yeah? How?" "Some careful touching that got to be a little bit less careful at the end." "So that's why both of you almost had hardons when you stood up." "That's why." "Did you feel his? How did it feel?" "Hard. And good." "What're you gonna do on Tuesday." "Dunno yet. We'll have to work that out. I think I'd like to meet him for dinner first and then go back to his place or mine if we're both still thinking that way." "But you're gonna see him Monday night too, aren't you?" "Yeah, but Larry'll be there then." "Is it supposed to be a secret from Larry?" We had said we weren't keeping any more secrets from Chris and Larry after we let them know we were having sex with each other too. "No. But I don't see any point in telling him either. For one thing, it might turn out nothing'll happen Tuesday." "I thought you said you got it all set up to do it Tuesday when you were in the hot tub." "Not really. What we found out in the hot tub was we both wanted to do it right then. That doesn't mean he'll still feel that way come Tuesday." "He said he'd see you Tuesday." "That's true, he did." "How come you guys didn't just go back in the steam room and do it." "For one thing, you were there. And I'm not much into quickies. Maybe you noticed." He gave me a sideways look and a smile as he stopped for a light. I laughed. "I noticed alright! But it would've been ok with me. And I would've stayed in the hot tub." "Don't you think you'd've come looking for me if we weren't in the hot tub when you got back? Bob might've lost it if you'd walked in on us." "That's true. I guess he might have. But you're pretty sure you'll want to do it Tuesday." It was only half a question. "I think I will. But I want to have dinner first and talk some. I'm attracted to him, no doubt about it. But I hardly know him." "Do you have to know somebody to have sex with them?" I hadn't really given that idea any thought. If I saw a hot looking guy, I would try to imagine what his dick looked like. Then he would be the main character in a fantasy the next time I jerked off. "No, you don't. But have you ever had sex with somebody you didn't know?" I thought about it. "Just the guy at boy scout camp. The one I met in the showers." "Did you like that as much as doing it with Chris?" "No, guess not." "Can you figure out why?" "Because I know Chris?" I answered, not sure why that was right but having a suspicion it was. "More. Work it out. Why does it feel better when Chris does it to you than it did when this other kid did it?" "Chris knows what I like." "Do you know what Chris likes?" "Sure!" "Do you do what he likes?" "Course!" "Why?" "Because I want him to like it. I want it to feel good." "What about with the kid at camp? Did you want it to feel good for him?" I thought for a minute. "No. I just wanted to touch his dick." "Got it figured out now?" "Yeah. I shoulda had dinner with the kid at camp." "Smart ass." "It doesn't smart all that much. I think it wants to be fucked." "I'll check it out when we get home and then we'll see." "It's been two days already!" "Just barely two days. And you lived all these years without getting fucked. It won't kill you to live a little longer without it." "But now I know what I'm missing." "Sucking not good enough for you now you've had a dick in your butt, huh?" "Sucking is good too. I like sucking. We could start off with sucking." "Ok. Then we'll see what comes next." "It'll probably be me that cums next." "Smart ass." "It doesn't smart all that much. I think . . ." He cut me off. "You're gonna drive me crazy!" "No way! You'll have to walk. I don't have a license." For once he didn't have a comeback. But as soon as Dad closed the apartment door behind us, he grabbed me and began to tickle me. I had my coat half off and my arms were trapped in the sleeves so I made the perfect victim. I dropped to the floor and he went down with me. "Please stop!" I begged him. He didn't stop, but he tugged my coat off so I could defend myself. That put us on an even footing because while he was bigger than me, he was also more ticklish than I was. His coat was already open down the front, so with some rolling around I pulled it down his arms part way trapping them behind him. He tried to wiggle across the floor to pull it down the rest of the way, but I held him in place by straddling his belly pinning his coat to the floor with my knees. "I give!" he told me panting. "I don't care!" I told him. I kept him pinned to the floor with my hand and one knee while I reversed directions so I was still straddling his belly but facing his feet instead of his head. He had lost one of his loafers when we were struggling. I reached down to push off the other one. "No! Not my feet! Anything! I'll do anything! But please don't tickle my feet!" I ignored him because I wasn't after his feet anyhow. As soon as I had his loafer off, I opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed down the zipper. "What are you doing?" he wanted to know. "Guess," I told him as I began to shove his pants and his shorts down. "Ouch! You're pulling hair!" He wiggled under me, trying to get loose. "Then lift your butt so I can get your pants out from under you." He grumbled but he did it. A little shuffling and pushing and I had him naked from the waist down. I put my hands between his knees and spread his legs. Then I pressed my face against his crotch. Since he didn't have a hardon, all my cheek encountered was soft warm skin and curly black hair. I rubbed it around against his soft dick and pushed my nose into his sac right between his balls. I exhaled my hot breath on the base of his dick and inhaled the faint musky smell of him. I could feel his dick beginning to grow. "Not fair! I can't get at you. Lemme loose." "Dream on. This is too perfect. No way I'm letting you up." His dick was about half hard when I took the whole thing into my mouth. I felt it continue to grow until it forced its bottom half out of my mouth. I let even more come out so I could reach the top of the head with my tongue. I could feel the gathered foreskin at the end. I forced the tip of my tongue into that wrinkle of skin until I could feel the slit opening under it. I held the skin tight just below the flare of the head while I sucked the skin from the head up onto my tongue. Then I began to circle the head inside the skin with my tongue. "That feels so good! Why don't you let me up so I can play too?" I just ignored him. I couldn't answer anyhow since my mouth was full. I continued to circle the head of his dick, finally receiving the reward of a drop of precum for my efforts. At the same time I began to rub his balls with one hand and his perineum as far back as the edge of his asshole with the other. More precum fell onto my tongue, a drop at a time. I wanted to suck on his balls before they tightened up too much, so I abandoned his dick and sucked one into my mouth. I felt the wet head of his dick poke the base of my throat and catch in the neckband of my undershirt. I rolled my tongue around his ball, enjoying the raspy feel of the hair on the surface of my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. When I had it thoroughly wet, I moved to the other ball and repeated the same things. I ran my fingertip over the wet surface of the first ball. When both balls were wet and my saliva was running down onto his perineum, I followed it with my tongue. I pushed my hands under his thighs from the inside and pulled them upwards, lifting his butt off the floor and keeping his legs spread wide. I pressed my open lips firmly against his perineum and sucked hard while tickling the circle of skin inside them with the tip of my tongue. I moved it side to side, tweaking the raised seam line that ran down the middle and twirling the hair. After a few minutes I moved my mouth a little further along his perineum toward his asshole and repeated my actions. It took five moves before I could plant my lips directly over his asshole. I sucked my breath in hard while I ran my tongue around the ring of hair that circled his hole. Then I moved in to the center, driving my hard tongue into the hole itself. I did the same thing over and over. Dad had stopped talking but had been making noises the whole time. Now he was saying, "Ohh! Ohh!" The head and most of the shaft of his dick had been forced past the neckband and inside my undershirt when I lifted his legs and moved my head towards his asshole. Now as I lowered them, his dick emerged leaving behind a wet area on my chest and a trail of precum over my collarbone and up my neck. Only the tip of the head was still wet, but it was hot from its own warmth and the heat of my body trapped inside my shirt and undershirt. I felt the head slide up my neck and over my chin as his thighs dropped toward the floor. When it got to my mouth, I took it in and forced it into my throat until my lips were pressed against his pubic hair and my nose was pressed between into the tight skin his balls. "I can't stand much more!" I heard my dad say. He wiggled a little as if he was trying to free his arms, but the effort was half-hearted. I began long strokes on his dick with my mouth, keeping my lips tight and forcing the head into my throat each time. I also rubbed his balls with all of my fingers, rolling them in their sack. I could taste his precum diluted by my saliva. It was flowing faster and faster. "What can I do that'll make you let me up? My arms are starting to hurt and I'm gonna cum soon!" I just mumbled at him, making as intelligible a sound as I could with his dick sliding back and forth across my tongue. "You want me to fuck you? I will. I'll fuck you to within an inch of your life. Just let me up!" I held his dick up with my hand and pulled my mouth off of it. "Promise?" "I promise! You won't be able to sit down for a week!" I wished I could have turned around and just sat on his dick, but I really didn't think I could get it in me without him loosening up my asshole and lubing me good. "You got a deal," I told him. I released his dick and swung my leg over him so he was no longer trapped. He sat up immediately. I helped him pull the coat sleeves down his arms. All of his wiggling had twisted them or he would probably have been able to work his way out of them while I was on top of him. I stood up and started pulling off my clothes as I headed for the bedroom. All this while we had been lying on the floor of the living room just inside the front door. I was lying on the bed naked with my hard dick in my hand when he came in. He was carrying his pants and shoes. He dropped them on the chair and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. He reached behind his head, grabbed both shirt and undershirt together, and pulled them over his head. "Throw them to me," I told him. When he did, I burrowed into them and pulled them down to cover my head. I loved to feel the heat of his body and smell his own clean smell trapped in the fabric. As I continued to inhale the warm pleasant smell, I felt the bed move. Then I felt his hands on my ankles. My legs were lifted up, spread wide, and pushed back so I was practically doubled over. "Hold them there," I heard him say. I grabbed my legs behind the knees and held them up and open wide. My head was still wrapped in his shirts. I felt the bed move as he got off and then move again as he returned. In between I heard a drawer open and close. "Are you gonna keep your head wrapped up like that?" "No, I'm ready to come out." The smell of him was gone, or I had gotten used to it. Either way, the shirts had nothing more to offer. "Pull 'em off for me so I don't have to let go of my legs." The bed moved again and suddenly I could see. I saw my dad's head moving down toward my asshole. Then I felt his lips on it, and finally his tongue. He grabbed my hips to hold me still and continued to burrow into my asshole with his tongue. Good as it felt, I wanted him to get on with it. I tried to make it loosen up, and I must have had some success because after a very short time he lubed up a finger and pushed it into me. His finger went straight to my prostate. Suddenly I felt an incredible wave of pleasure wash over me. I could also feel his finger twisting and sliding in and out of my asshole. Soon he lubed and inserted two fingers, repeating the twisting, pistoning motion. The second finger hurt a little bit at first, but the third finger hurt more. I wanted it too bad to care. I tried not to let it show in my face, and after a while the pain was gone. "Think you're ready?" he asked me. "Yeah, do it. I am." I watched him double up a pillow. He held it against the bed next to me and told me to roll over onto it on my belly. After I did, I looked back to see what he was doing. He took the tube of lubricant and squeezed a large glob onto his hand. He wrapped the hand around his dick and twisted twice. When his hand came away, his dick was shiny with the lube. He moved toward me on his knees, his shiny dick bobbing in front of him. Suddenly I felt the tip touch my asshole. I couldn't help sighing. It was what I wanted. He pushed it into me just enough that it would stay when he let it go. He leaned over, supporting himself on his hands but letting his chest press against my back, and in a voice that was almost a whisper he said, "Tell me if it hurts too bad. You're still a little puffy there. I really think this is a little bit too soon." "'K," I told him. But I wanted it. I felt the pressure increase. It reached the painful level. I tried to make my asshole open up. Just when I thought I couldn't stand any more, I felt movement and the pain lessened considerably. "That's the head. Let's both stay still now until you get used to it." I didn't want to stay still. I wanted to back up against his dick and force it into me. But I waited. After what seemed like forever, I felt pressure again, but there was also motion. His dick was moving into me. He pushed it in a short way and then pulled back. I could feel the rim of the head catch against the muscle ring of my asshole. I thought he was going to pull it out. At the last second he reversed and drove it back into me just a little deeper than he had been before. He kept up this gentle fucking, increasing his depth with each forward stroke until I felt the scratchiness of his pubic hair rubbing against my asshole. There was no pause. He pulled it back out immediately all the way to the rim of the head and then pushed it back in. The pleasure I was getting was coming from the smooth friction of his lubed dick against my stretched asshole and the full feeling I had from his being inside of me. He wasn't touching my prostate at all. There was also a little bit of pleasure from my dick being rubbed against the pillow case as he pressed his dick deep into me. He fucked me for a long time, and I loved every minute of it. I was building slowly towards an orgasm. If we had continued as we were, it would have taken me an hour to get there. But he had other ideas. He pulled his dick completely out of me without warning. "Hey!" I said. "Time to change positions." He pulled the pillow out from under my belly and told me to roll onto my back, lift my legs, and hold them open. I did as he said. He shoved the pillow under my butt. I thought he would slide his dick back into me, but he surprised me by squeezing a glob of lube onto his finger and pressing that into me instead. I felt his fingertip touch my prostate, giving me another electric shock of pleasure from the contact. He continued the pressure, moving his finger around as he leaned over and began to lick the back of my dick. I felt pleasure run clear through my middle from my prostate to the end of my dick. He licked my dick for a minute or two before taking the whole thing in his mouth. It just touched the back of his throat when he pressed his lips against the base. He began to slide his mouth up and down on it as he continued to rub my prostate. I felt like I was right at the threshold I crossed when I came. But I continued to feel the same way from that point on without ever moving over it. At first I thought I would cum right away, but he was careful and managed my pleasure well. It just continued, building slowly. Then without warning he straightened up, pulled his mouth from my dick and his finger from my asshole, and slid his dick straight into me. It took my breath away. He began a steady fucking motion immediately, striking my prostate on each inward push. I wanted to close my eyes and force my attention into my crotch, but I also wanted to look at him. He was staring into my eyes. I forced myself to look back at him even though all my attention was on the sensations his fucking was causing. After what seemed like a long time I suddenly crossed the threshold and felt my orgasm coming. I had to close my eyes for it. I felt his still-lubed hand grip my dick loosely and begin to stroke it in time with the movement of his dick inand out of my asshole. And then I came hard. I shot twice before I became aware he was pounding against me, driving his dick in firmly. He was doing it in time with the streams of cum running from my dick. He continued past the end of my orgasm and into the aftershocks. And then his own orgasm came. He made a strangled noise and I felt his dick swell up inside me as he drove it into me. I could tell from the swelling when each shot left his dick. And when it was all over, he lowered himself onto me and kissed me. "That was great!" I told him as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight against me. His dick was still inside of me but I could tell it was softening. "You'll be sore tomorrow," he told me. "That's why they make chapstick," I told him. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.