Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2001 14:48:06 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 14" (inc) (MB) (MM) Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family. Chapter 17 Dave by Tim Foure copyright 2001 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. ___________ Chapter 14 Dave 1977 I could easily have strangled Mike for breaking out laughing when I told Linda that Larry didn't have to be dragged to the gym because he liked it as much as I did. Fortunately Linda and Charlie both classified Mike's reaction in the "there's no accounting for the behavior of children" category. Other than that, the dinner at Linda and Charlie's house, as I'd now begun to think of it, went well. I remembered Charlie vaguely from a year or two before, but I had a good impression of him from our meeting then. Everything I saw that afternoon reinforced it. When the question of physicals came up, I liked him well enough to think I would be comfortable with him as my doctor. And I really hoped he would take me up on my offer to go to the gym with me and Larry. I called the next day to set up an appointment for my physical and wasn't surprised to find I'd have to wait almost six weeks before Charlie had an appointment open. "He only takes one new patient a day because of the physicals," his receptionist told me. "They take quite a while." Charlie, on the other hand, didn't call me about going to the gym. I decided I didn't know him well enough to pester him about it. It's possible he was only being polite when he said he'd like to go. It's also possible he was simply too busy that day to get around to it. It often happens to me that if I don't do something when I intend to do it, it moves to the back of my mind and stays there until something moves it back into the spotlight. Wednesday of the following week Paul arrived in town. He called me at work to let me know he was staying in his usual hotel for the two nights before he could move in with me. I invited him to have dinner with Mike and me. "Great!" he told me. "I haven't seen Mike in years. It'll be good to see how he's grown." "He has, believe me. And don't be too surprised at any questions he asks." I was thinking in particular of Mike's wondering if Paul really did have pink hair on his balls. All through dinner that night I kept wondering if Mike was thinking about Paul's pubic hair. It wasn't exactly pink, I suppose, so much as a light red, but I remember thinking the first time I saw him on the nude beach that he was the first guy I had ever seen with pink pubic hair. I guess in the end I was lucky Mike didn't come right out and ask him if it was true. That night when we got back to the apartment, Mike seemed determined to make up for not seeing me over the coming weekend. We didn't have a great deal of time before we needed to go to bed, but he saw to it that we made maximum use of it. When we settled on the sofa to watch tv after our shower, he began working on my dick with his mouth. He was particularly good at getting his tongue inside my foreskin while keeping skin extended to its maximum length by holding it in just the right way with his lips and creating suction from time to time as his tongue began to force it down. The sensations practically drove me wild. After a while, I said, "You keep that up and the party'll be over real soon." He kept hold of my dick at the base while slipping his mouth off the end. "How come?" "Cum is how come. You make me cum and my interest is gonna go down real quick." "Yeah, but not for long. I know you can get hard again before too long." "Depends on how long you think too long is. I could be ready for bed before that." "Aw, you can't do that! I wanna be fucked!" "Well, your best bet is to quit sucking and let us get on with the fucking." "But I want to suck you off too." "I don't know if I'm up to doing both things tonight." "How about if I make you cum real soon and then you'll have enough time to, like, recuperate?" He added a gentle rubbing motion on the bundle of skin just under the head of my dick to reinforce his argument. "I mean, I'm not gonna see you this weekend. And tomorrow night you and Larry'll be sucking. Then Paul'll be here Friday and all. I won't have any fun." "Ok," I said, giving in more because of the pleasure he was giving me with his fingers than the logic of his arguments. Mike went back to his head-teasing routine with my foreskin and his tongue. After a few more minutes of that, he began to deep throat me, swallowing when the exposed head of my dick was seated firmly in his throat. I lasted perhaps two minutes after he began. Barely an hour later I was sliding my rehardened dick into his asshole. He got a very long, slow fuck before I was able to cum again. I know his asshole was sore the next morning. But he did cum twice before I was able to cum again. On Friday Paul showed up a short while after I got home from work. We bear-hugged and kissed each other as soon I closed the door behind him. "Great to see you!" I told him when we let go of each other. "You too! You look good, man. Really good. You might even have gotten better looking than you were the last time I saw you." "Get a life," I told him as I turned away. "Hey, I'm just trying to get in your pants." "Oh, if that's all you wanted, you should've said so. Drop your bag in the bedroom and hang that other thing in the closet. Want a beer?" "Not as much as I want to suck your dick." "Right now the beer is on offer. Then we're going out to eat. I want you to meet somebody. Later we'll see about the dick," I called to him from the kitchen. He came up behind me and wrapped my arms around me. He unbuttoned one of my shirt buttons and slid his hand inside, feeling my chest. My nipple reacted to his touch. "You've got the softest hair I'd ever felt on a man's chest. How do you get your chest hair so silky?" he asked as he ran his fingers through it. "Conditioner after I shampoo it." "Are you serious?" "No. Dummy." I grinned but he couldn't see it because he was still behind me. He ran his tongue up the back of my ear, getting a shiver in response. "How's Beth?" I asked. "Doing fine. Just about perfect now that we've finally started our family," he told me as he continued to nuzzle my neck and play with my nipples. "She was the size of a whale just before she delivered. I really felt sorry for her, but she had a quick labor." "That's good to hear. So you're finally a dad." "Hey, don't give me a hard time just because you two decided to have a kid five minutes after you went through puberty. Some of us are slow starters." "Nothing slow about you where sex is concerned. You're gonna have to let go of me so I can put these cans down. My hands are cold." We had walked into the living room as we talked, almost waddling along because he was pressed so close to me from head to foot. He released me, taking his beer. I turned around to face him and leaned forward to give him a kiss. He was just getting into it, pushing his tongue into my mouth, when I pressed my hand against his neck just below the ear. "Hey! That's cold!" he yelped, jumping back. "Yeah, I know. I told you it was." He grabbed my hands, rubbing them to get the blood moving. He began another kiss, giving in to it completely knowing I couldn't repeat that little trick on his neck since he had hold of my hands. We sat side by side on the sofa afterward. "How's Linda?" "Better than ever, I think. She's getting married." "Yeah? You know the guy?" "He's the son of a friend of her father's. A doctor." "Her father? Uh oh. Poor Linda." "No, I've met this guy. Seems like he's ok. I had dinner with them Sunday a week ago. From what Linda's told me, she's finally realized what an asshole her father is. I think Charlie, that's the guy's name, I think Charlie is helping her work it out." "Hot guy?" "Pretty good looking. Linda says he's a terrific fuck." "Linda told you that, huh? You two really are on good terms." "Better than we have been for years. Too bad it took a divorce to get us there." "Yeah, that's a bummer. Wonder if I'll get a chance to find out just how good he is." "Dunno. He might not swing that way. You and Beth'll probably get invited to the wedding." In my mind I added, 'Unless Charlie and Linda get smart and elope.' "Yeah, but it would be a shame to compete with the bride for the groom's sexual favors on her wedding day." "You planning on sleeping with all of Linda's husbands?" "Once you've started the set, it seems a shame not to complete it." I laughed. He leaned toward me, grabbing me and giving me a long deep kiss. When we broke, I asked him, "How're Ben and his wife?" "Doing fine. Their son's starting college in the fall." "Talk about me starting a family early." "They're older. And they had about four years on you when they got married." "How long you and Ben been sucking each other's dicks?" "Nine years and a little. I met him right after we met you and Linda." "It amazes me Beth hasn't caught on to you yet. Or Ben's wife. What's her name? I forget." "Lu. Louise, really. They don't seem to notice. But then, we're careful." "I remember a time there when you would both go jogging in the evenings and stop along the way to suck each other off in the bushes. You call that careful?" He laughed. "We've gotten more careful here lately. Could we help it if we were just a couple of horny kids? Who am I meeting tonight?" "You two were a little old to be calling yourselves kids then, but the horny part is certainly right. You're meeting a friend of mine named Bob." "Close friend?" "Very close. I wouldn't mind him being a little closer still, but he's come as far as he's comfortable with for now." "New at sucking dick?" "No, not really. New at admitting he likes it. He's still trying to fit it into his life." "He know about us?" "Every gory detail." "So I don't have to play it straight?" "I didn't know you could," I said, giving him a sideways glance. "Hey! I like pussy! I've got the proof! You're talking to a recent father." "You're not gonna have to prove it tonight. I was kinda hoping we could talk a little bit about you and Ben and your relationship. I mean just casually, in passing. I don't want to make an issue of it. I just want him to know it can happen. I mean in real life between real people." "He coming back with us afterwards?" "No." "Your idea or his?" "Mine. You know I like my sex one on one. But he didn't expect it either when I set up the dinner. Took it for granted I'd rather see you than him. Doesn't have a big ego." "Sounds like you really like this guy." "Don't laugh, Ok? I think I could be falling in love here." "Why would I laugh? I've fallen in love with two people in my life, Beth and Ben. I'm still in love with both of them. You I lust after. We've just never talked about it before." "That's funny. I always thought sex was the easiest thing in the world for you. Seemed to me you never took it seriously. Now we're in this heavy conversation about it." "Sex is the easiest thing in the world. Love is the serious thing. That's what's really hard." There was a change in his tone of voice from quiet and direct to taunting. "And speaking of sex, is this all leading up to you telling me I'm not gonna get any later?" "Are you out of your mind? Of course you're gonna get sex later. I been talking about being in love, not being dead." "That's a relief," he said, wiping his brow in an exaggerated gesture. "I thought for a minute there I was gonna have to rely on my good right hand." We met Bob at the restaurant about a half hour later. It wasn't "our" restaurant, though, but one that was closer to my apartment. I half recognized the closeness was an excuse rather than the real reason I had done it. When we were shown to a booth, I realized it was the same one Linda and I had sat in when she told me she as going to marry Charlie. I wondered if that was a good omen. The waiter took our order for drinks, and as he left, another waiter showed up to set the table, which had been bare when we sat down. Just as he finished, the first waiter returned with our beers, placing coasters on the table first and then the drinks. Then he wanted to know what we were going to eat, so the three of us did a quick scan of the menus. After we ordered, he left and it was finally possible to begin a conversation. "So," Paul said, "I hear you like to suck dick." Bob had just started to take a swallow of his beer. It caught in his throat, refusing to go down. He started to cough while still trying to hold the beer in his mouth. The cough won out, but he was quick enough to get a napkin in front of his face before his lips burst open to release the beer. The napkin caught some of it. The rest ran down his chin and dripped into his lap. I grabbed my napkin and wiped his chin before I started blotting the spilled beer from his crotch. Bob was still coughing and trying to wipe the last of the beer from his face with the fresh napkin Paul had handed him. "Are you crazy? What possessed you to say that?" I asked. But the truth was, now that Bob had stopped coughing, the scene was so comical I could barely keep from laughing myself. "I didn't mean to cause all that commotion. I just thought it would be a little ice breaker." He had a look on his face that said he could break out laughing at any moment too. Bob looked at Paul, his own face breaking into a smile as he said, "I don't know about an ice breaker, but it sure was a crotch soaker. Course, from what I've heard, dousing a guy's crotch with beer is your idea of foreplay." Paul had to have remembered, as I did, the afternoon on the beach when he had poured his can of beer on my crotch to wash off the sunscreen in preparation for sucking my dick. He and I broke out laughing. "You've got me on that one," he said as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Next time you're thinking about my dick, just talk to me, ok? That beer was cold!" "I can't offer to warm it up for you right now. Maybe some other time." "Yeah, Dave's already taken care of it for me this time." I had just then noticed that my rubbing to sop up the beer from Bob's lap had also made him hard. I snatched my hands away, leaving the napkin behind. Even though he couldn't see into Bob's lap from his side of the table, Paul figured out what had happened. "So tell me, you guys get thrown out of many restaurants for having sex in the booths?" he asked. "No, this'll be the first one," Bob replied casually as he swallowed the small amount of beer left in his glass. "But I suppose you're pretty much used to it." "I was back in the old days, but Ben and I have mellowed. I can't remember the last time it happened to us." "Who's Ben?" Bob asked. "That's a hard one." "That clears that up," Bob said while picking up my glass to take a swig of my beer. Paul chuckled. "Difficult to say who Ben is. He's my best friend. Definitely my suck buddy. My new son's godfather. He's the guy who'd let us get thrown out of a restaurant if I asked him to. He's the other person who's always there for me besides my wife." "And how long've you been married?" "Thirteen years." "I'm confused." "'Bout what?" "How Ben fits in." "That's real simple. I love him. He loves me too." "And he's married too?" "Yep, even longer than me." "But you guys have a relationship too? You don't look like . . . I mean . . ." There was a pause. "I guess I don't know what I mean." There was another pause, a longer one, before Bob said, "So, think we could get hold of that waiter to bring us another round?" And Ben wasn't mentioned again. As we were driving back to my apartment, Paul said, "I like Bob. He seems like a nice guy. But I don't know if I helped you any tonight. I mean talking about Ben." "Dunno either. I think maybe you did, though. Got him thinking about it anyhow." "Keep me posted, ok?" "Sure thing." When we got back to my apartment, Paul pulled me into a kiss and began to unbutton my shirt. I stayed passive, letting him do what he wanted for a while. When I was wearing nothing but my shorts and socks, I reversed roles, undressing him. I kissed a trail over his shoulder as I pushed the shirt slowly along ahead of my mouth. I sucked on his nipples, raking the tips lightly with my teeth in a way I knew he especially liked. "Let's move this to the bed," he said. But before I would let him take a step, I pulled his shorts down and nuzzled his hard dick. I could feel him depositing a trail of precum across my forehead and along my cheek. "Some stubble there. A little rough," he told me. "That a complaint?" I asked. "No way! I love it." I rubbed the head of his dick against my cheek for a few more seconds before I sucked it suddenly into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head as I took it in. Paul sucked in a breath when I did and then said, "I could've poured a beer into my lap to perk up the taste. Sorry. I just wasn't thinking ahead." I let his dick slide out of my mouth, caressing it with my tongue as I did. "Tastes fine just the way it is. Besides, the beer taste alone doesn't do it for me. Gotta have that aftertaste of sunscreen." He chuckled as I stood up. I stroked his dick lightly as I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth to meet his. I could feel his hand groping for my dick and then finding it and stroking it through the material. When the kiss ended, I started for the bedroom, pulling him along behind me by his dick. He stayed right with me, as I was sure he would. At the edge of the bed he dropped to his knees and pulled my shorts over my hips and down my legs. He sucked the precum out of my foreskin as I lifted my feet to let him pull my shorts out of the way. He continued to suck on my foreskin as he pulled off my socks. When I was fully naked, he pushed me back onto the bed and lay down on top of me. I reached for his butt, taking one cheek in each hand and pulling him tight against me, dick to dick. He drove his tongue into my mouth as I did it. After we had kissed for a while, he pulled his head back to look at me. "Every time we do this, I'm glad I took a chance with you on that beach." "Me too. I might have gotten to it some other way if you hadn't, but it couldn't have been half so easy as it was that first time with you." "So do I finally get to suck it?" "I've been wondering what you've been waiting for." He rolled off of me and together we wiggled further onto the bed. He pulled me onto my back and pressed his mouth against mine in a quick kiss. From that he began to work his way down onto my chest, sucking hard on my nipples. "You've got the softest chest hair. I might try using conditioner on mine." "I really don't do that. I was lying to you." "I know. But it might work anyhow." He continued to work his fingers through the hair on my chest as he moved his mouth further and further down my belly. He was grabbing handfuls of the thickest hair in the little valley between my nipples and running it through his fingers as he released it. At the same time, he was licking my navel and stabbing his tongue into it. That's something I don't care much about. It always sounds like it'll feel better than it actually does. But he didn't keep that up for long before he continued his downward movement. He let go of my chest hair as he moved the rest of his body down the bed, pivoting on his mouth which was firmly planted against my belly just past the end of my dick. As his head turned, his cheek touched the end of my dick. He turned his head, laying his cheek on my belly, and began flicking his tongue back and forth across the tip of my dick. It felt as if the foreskin was back just far enough to expose the slit at the end because the sensation went from muted to intense and back again. He kept that up while he moved his head further down. The flicking turned into licking and finally into sucking as his mouth moved down over my dick. When he had about a third of it in his mouth, he began to force his tongue inside my foreskin while keeping the skin itself extended with a gentle suction. He was good at that, even better than Mike. The feelings he was causing with his tongue were wonderful. After he pulled his mouth from my dick, he continued moving until he was kneeling between my legs. He pushed his hands between my legs and the bed and lifted my legs and my butt as well off of the bed. He kept pushing until my butt was pressed against his chest. He began to lick my balls, the creases at the top of my legs, and the bottom part of my shaft. The licking on my balls turned into sucking as he pulled them into his mouth separately, moving back and forth between them. When he finished with them, he began kissing me along my perineum. They were hard, open- mouthed kisses with a lot of suction and tongue action. He continued right onto my asshole, pushing so hard with his tongue I thought he had shoved it straight into me. He stayed there for quite a while, licking, sucking, and even gnawing it lightly while he stroked my dick slowly. I was very close to cumming when I told him, "Ease off. My turn." He let me slide down his body until I was flat on the bed beside him. Then he fell forward on his face and belly. I wiggled around and forced my way between his legs, going straight for his asshole with my mouth. After I touched it lightly, I pulled on his hips to bring his butt up off of the bed so I would have better access. Once he was in position, I repeated on his asshole what he had done on mine. At the same time, I reached around him with both arms to stroke his dick and rub his balls. He lasted even less time than I did before he asked me to slow down. We moved into a sixty- nine position. He worked to bring me back to the edge while I tried to keep him from backing off too far. In a short while we were both at the edge. We worked at keeping each other there. We stayed at that point, teasing every little bit of pleasure possible from each other. Several times I thought I had lost it only to regain control. Paul had the same thing happen to him. When we reached the point that there was virtually no time at all between touching a tongue to a dick and having the dick's owner moan to signal the beginning pleasure of an orgasm, we decided to finish it off. The decision was so mutual it seemed like mind reading. I forced his dick head into my throat as he did the same to mine. Two or three long, deep strokes with our lips and we were there, pumping cum down each other's throats. It felt so good I hardly knew where I was. When we were both finished, we worked our way around so we could kiss each other and share the tastes. After a while, we drifted off to sleep. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at http://www.nifty.org/ in the gay male/incest section.