Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 07:58:38 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 17"  (inc) (MB) (MM)

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family. Chapter 17 - Mike

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.
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Chapter 17 - Mike - 1977

At the end of June the swimming camp started. The mother of one of the
other guys from our school who was going set up a car pool for the
mornings, but since the camp ended at lunch time, none of them could pick
us up. We'd all have to make our way home on public transportation. I was
used to taking the bus from going to my dad's apartment on it sometimes and
going to Charlie's office for my physical, but Chris wasn't. The idea that
he could be downtown without at least one of his parents with him and that
he could decide for himself when to come home fascinated him. "Man, we're
like free!" he told me. Our moms added to our pleasure by giving us lunch
money as well as bus fare so we could have a fast food lunch before we came
home if we wanted to. We nearly always wanted to.

The YMCA building downtown was old. It looked like it had been there
forever. My dad told me he had swum there when he was my age. When we went
inside, we found out it was a hotel too and it had a gym downstairs with a
steam room. Once we got a chance to wander around down there, it turned out
the gym had a weight room and that was about all. The rest of the place was
basketball courts and things like that.

There were a few guys from our school besides the ones that came with us
and some guys from other schools. They were all either our age or
younger. There was an adult running the camp named Mr. Winston and he had
half a dozen guys helping him. He told us they were all going to be seniors
in high school the next year and they all had lifeguard certificates and
experience besides. Mr. Winston and all of the seniors were wearing the
same kind of suits and they had badges sewn on them. We were going to be
separated into small groups and one of the seniors was going to work with
each group. Mr. Winston would teach all of us something and then we'd get
into our groups and practice it while the seniors made sure we did it
right.

The last thing Mr. Winston told us was you had to wear a certain kind of
bathing suit because the pool filtration system was old and couldn't cope
with lint or anything from any other kind of swimwear. "Your other choice
is to swim nude," he said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Lots
of people do that here because it's all men. If I were you, that's what I'd
do. If you look at the suits the seniors are wearing, you can see they're
not anything you'd ever want to wear anyplace else but here. But if you
decide you want a suit, you can tell us at the end of today's class and
bring the money for it tomorrow."

Looking at the seniors, I could see what he meant. The suit was made of
thin white material that clung. It almost looked like a diaper. You could
see every senior's pubic hair and the shape of everyone's dick through it.

After that Mr. Winston had the seniors stand in separate places and told us
to chose the one each of us wanted to be our group leader. He said we'd try
that first and then work out any problems with groups that were too big or
too small.

Chris grabbed me by the arm and said, "I want that guy. C'mon."

"Why?" I whispered to him when we were standing behind this blond guy.

He whispered back, "Because it looks like he's got the biggest dick."

Only three groups were too big or too small. The rest had worked like
musical chairs with a boy going to the next group if the one he got to
already had six guys in it. Mr.  Winston had to do a little swapping around
in more groups, though, because he didn't want to break up boys who were
already friends.

Our group leader's name was Brad. He checked the papers we'd brought with
us and took our checks. He gave each of us registration cards. It turned
out we could use the pool and the other facilities any time. "You can come
back in the afternoon and swim if you want to," Brad told us.  That's what
I do most days so I can get my own practice time in."

"Whaddya think about those suits?" Chris asked me in a real quiet voice
while Brad was checking another boy's paperwork.

"They look stupid."

"Yeah, but what if you go naked and you throw a boner?"

"What if you're wearing one of those suits and you do it. Think it won't
show?"

"You'll still be wearing something though."

"I've swum naked at dad's gym. I'm going naked here too. I don't think
it'll happen anyhow.  Think about going to the gym with our dads."

"Yeah, I am. There was that time I couldn't get my hardon to go down."

"You knew you were gonna have sex that night. It's not gonna be like that
here. Do what you want to. I'm swimming naked."

But it turned out all of us got a chance to try swimming naked because once
the paperwork was finished, we were told to take locks from a large box of
them, find an empty locker, and strip for our first swim. Since no one but
Mr. Winston and the seniors had the right kind of suit, everyone had to go
in naked. Two guys didn't like that idea at all and actually refused to go
in unless they had suits, so Mr. Winston let them leave. The rest of us
took off our clothes and herded together behind our seniors.

Everybody was pretty obviously checking out everybody else. Thirty-four
naked guys meant thirty-four dicks on show. About a third of the guys were
so young they didn't have any hair yet.  One of those guys in one group and
two in another group actually had hardons and were just letting them
show. They didn't seem embarrassed at all. About a half dozen or so other
guys had their hands cupped over their crotches. The rest of us just stood
there looking around.

We all got in the pool then, each group being given a part of it so each
boy could show what he already knew. We would be swimming across the pool
instead of longways down it, so twelve guys could easily swim at the same
time. The seniors watched their groups from in the water. Mr.  Winston
walked up and down the side watching all of us.

When we finished, the lesson was over for the day. The seniors herded us
into the shower room, which was about twice as big as the one at my dad's
gym but only about half the shower heads actually worked. Several of the
boys said they'd just wait until they got home, but their leaders told them
the water in the pool was so heavily chlorinated it would be bad for their
skin to let it dry on them, so in the end all of the boys took showers
while the seniors stayed with us still wearing their suits.

"Look at those suits now," I told Chris.

They had become almost completely transparent in the water. About the only
thing you couldn't see clearly was their dicks, but even they were more
visible through the wet suits than they had been through the dry.

"Yeah. No place to hide a hardon in that."

Since our group had been at the far end of the pool from the showers, Chris
and I were among the last ones to get to shower. By then the seniors were
taking off their suits and showering as well.  Chris nudged me and jerked
his head toward Brad. He was three shower heads away, but the two between
us and him didn't work so we had a clear view of him. I looked around the
room after I looked at him. Chris had been right. He did have the biggest
dick of the six of them. It hung down after he took his suit off and was
half again as long as mine. It seemed like it had a bend right where he was
circumcised so the head pointed forward.

"Wonder if he wears that suit when he swims in the afternoon," Chris
whispered to me as he looked past me at Brad.

"I dunno. I wouldn't if I didn't have to."

"We could come back afer lunch and see."

"Why? You're already seeing him naked. What do you think you're gonna see
this afternoon you're not seeing right now?"

"We could just mess around in the pool," Chris said, not willing to let go
of whatever he was dreaming of as easily as that.

"Ok. I'll come back with you after we eat."

Chris gave me a big, satisfied smile for an answer.

Lunch was burgers and fries. There was a grill in the Y, but we decided to
skip it in favor of a familiar hamburger chain about two blocks away. Once
we sat down, Chris began to stuff his food into his mouth so fast I thought
he'd choke. The last time I had seen him eat like that had been the
Saturday we had the foursome with his dad and mine, so I figured out right
away he was in a hurry to get back to the Y.

"He's not gonna be back there yet," I told him.

"Who?" Chris asked through a fistful of french fries he'd just pushed into
his mouth.

"Brad, that's who. It'll take him at least as long to eat his lunch as it
will us. Well, me anyhow 'cause you're gonna be done in about two more
minutes. But I'm not swallowing this stuff whole so we can get back there
right away."

Chris's mouth was so full he couldn't speak, so he gave me an exasperated
look while he tried to get the food in his mouth to move down his
throat. He had to take a big gulp of his soda to move it along, and that
gave him the hiccups.

"You drink a carbonated drink after you eat bread or french fries and that
happens to you every time," I told him.

"Ok, Mom," he said between hiccups. He continued to try to eat, but with no
real success.

I went to the counter and got him a cup of water. "Ten swallows holding
your breath," I said as I gave it to him.

He gulped the water. After it was gone he sat there with an expectant look
on his face waiting for the next hiccup. When none came, his mouth spread
into a wide smile.  "Thanks, man. I know you were right. But you sounded
just like my mom."

I decided not to say anything.

When we finished eating, we went back to the Y and stripped off our
clothes.  There were a lot of guys in the pool, most of them adults. Some
were swimming laps while others were swimming more casually. It looked as
if half the pool was used for laps and the other half for anything else.

"I don't think Brad's here," Chris told me.

"Me neither."

We watched the serious swimmers for about two laps before I asked, "So are
we gonna get in the pool or just stand here naked?"

Chris gave me a disgusted look, walked to the edge of the pool, and jumped
in. I followed him.  Once we were in the water, his attitude changed and we
began to horse around and swim some.  But I noticed he kept his eye on the
door to the locker room. I looked every time it opened too.  Maybe a dozen
guys came through the door while we watched and none of them was wearing a
suit. None of the guys who left the pool was wearing one either.

"This is like at the gym," I told Chris. "You get to see lots of naked
guys.  Ever notice how many different kinds of dicks there are?"

"Yeah, I noticed," Chris told me, but his attention was focused on Brad,
who had just come through the door. "See, no suit," he told me with a look
of triumph on his face.

Chris jumped up in the water and waved his arm over his head while he
called out, "Hi, Brad!"

Brad looked at us for a second before recognition clicked in. He walked
toward us as we moved to the side of the pool. When he got to the water's
edge, he squatted down.  Since he was naked, his dick and balls hung
between his ankles. Because of the bend in his shaft, his dick head was
pointed straight at us. It was impossible not to stare.

"Hi, guys. Getting in some practice time?"

Chris was just staring, so I thought I ought to say something. "Yeah. Just
messing around really."

"I got to do some serious laps. Have fun."

And with that, he walked to the end of the pool and dove into a lane which
another swimmer had just left.

"Did you see his dick?" Chris asked me.

"How could you miss it?"

"I wonder how big it gets?"

"You could ask him."

Chris gave me a look that told me I was beneath stupid. "We gotta come up
with some way to make him get hard."

"Whaddya mean 'we'?"

"Tell me you don't wanna see it," he said with a tone which suggested he
wouldn't believe me if I denied it.

"Sure, I'd like to see it. But I don't have any ideas for how it could
happen. Why would he get hard in front of us?"

"I'll work on it."

But nothing apparently suggested itself to Chris by the time Brad was
finished his laps. Chris rushed us out of the pool and into the showers
just as Brad got there.

"Hey, guys. We keep running into each other," he said as he turned the
faucet handles looking for a shower head that worked. When he found one, he
told us, "One of you guys can have this one." He continued testing them,
having to skip the next one but then finding two side by side.  Chris moved
to the next one that worked and Brad stayed under the one after that.

I washed off the chlorine, and so did Brad. Chris made a half-hearted
attempt at it while he kept his eye on Brad. When we were finished, we went
into the locker room together. Brad's locker was two rows over from ours. I
had to grab Chris's arm to keep him from following Brad.

"What's the matter with you," I asked him when I had him alone.

"I dunno. That guy really turns me on!"

"You're following him around with your tongue hanging out. He's gonna
notice you keep it up like this."

"Maybe I want him to," he said defensively.

"Ok with me if you do. I just think you can find a better way to get him to
notice you if that's what you want."

"I'll think about it," he told me. Then a smile spread on his face and he
asked, "Hey, your mom's not home this afternoon, is she?"

I smiled back. "Nope."

We got dressed and headed to my house for an hour of sucking before my mom
got home. On the bus Chris began to scratch himself and wiggle around.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Dunno. I'm all itchy all of a sudden."

"You probably should have been washing yourself instead of staring at
Brad's dick," I whispered to him.

"I think I should have too."

"When we get to my house, you can take a shower."

After I opened the front door, Chris got upstairs even faster than we
usually did when we had rushed home from school to suck each other off. He
was naked and in the shower by the time I got to the bathroom.

"That helping any?"

"Can't tell. I still itch."

He took a long shower, much longer than he usually did. When he was drying
himself, he told me the itching had finally stopped. But I could see some
red places on his skin where his clothes had rubbed against him.

"Man, I'm not gonna make that mistake again. That itched something fierce!"

I had taken my clothes off while he was in the shower and was idly flipping
my dick back and forth. It had gotten hard from my attention. "We gonna
suck now?"

"You know it."

"Let's go in my room."

Two minutes later we were in a sixty-nine position on the floor licking
each other's hard dicks.

"Let's make this last a little while, ok?" Chris asked.

I was surprised. Usually he wanted to cum once as quickly as possible and
then do it slowly a second time.

"Wanna take turns then?" I asked.

"Yeah. You suck me first," he said with a smile.

That had been what I was expecting anyhow, so I pushed him onto his
back. He immediately spread his legs so I could get between them. "What
turns you on so much about Brad?" I asked as I pulled his dick into an
upright position and began to lick the head.

"Dunno. He just makes me really hot. He makes me almost as hot to look at
as your dad does."

That surprised me. Chris had been my dad's biggest fan for as long as I
could remember. In his estimation, no one else had ever held a candle to
him. I thought about Brad's looks as I started sliding Chris's dick in and
out of my mouth, twisting my lips when I had only the head in, and pressing
it with my tongue when I had the whole thing. Brad was good looking, there
was no doubt about that. He had short yellow-blond hair and blue eyes. His
body was what I would later learn to call a classic swimmer's body with a
round full butt and well-developed shoulders. He was practically hairless
except for a patch of pubic hair and a few strands under his arms that were
both slightly darker than the hair on his head. And of course he had the
longest dick of any of the seniors.

While I was thinking about Brad, I had brought Chris to the edge of an
orgasm. He told me, "Better stop. I'm getting really close."

I sat up, poked my legs out toward Chris, and lay back. Chris was kneeling
between my legs and licking up and down the back of my dick a few seconds
later.

I continued to think about Brad and then some of the other guys who were
part of the camp. I thought a few of them were really pretty good
looking. As Chris began to corkscrew his mouth up and down on my dick, I
thought I wouldn't mind playing with a few of them. Or with Brad either for
that matter.

"My turn now," I told Chris.

"Wow, that as quick. What's making you so hot?"

I told him quickly as we changed positions. This time I pushed his legs up
and began on his balls. I licked them for a minute or so and sucked them
for a few minutes more before I lowered his legs and began sucking his
dick. I used the same corkscrew motion he had used on me, adding a flick of
my tongue across the head to the end of each repetition.

My attention was now entirely on what I was doing. I was familiar with
Chris's dick as I was with my own. In fact, I was probably more familiar
with his since I hadn't ever had mine in my mouth. I liked the change in
texture of the skin half way up the shaft that I could feel with my
tongue. I liked the feel as my lips came into contact with the rim of the
head when I pulled my mouth from his dick. I liked the feel too as I
touched the tip of my tongue to the piss slit in the end. I got thoroughly
into what I was doing, so thoroughly that Chris had to tell me twice to
stop.

"What got into you?" he asked when I finally stopped.

"Your dick, dummy!" I told him. "I'm just really into it today."

He laughed at me as we swapped places. He began stroking the bottom part of
my shaft with two fingers as he concentrated his lips and tongue on the
head. He knew as well as I did that I couldn't stand that long because it
felt too good. Two minutes of it and I had to stop him.

"How about if we cum now?" I asked him.

"Man, what's with you today? It's always me that wants to cum first. Brad
make you hot too?"

"No, don't think so," I told him. "I'm just hot today. Maybe it was all
those naked guys at the pool."

"That was hot alright. Wanna do it together or take turns? I'll do you
first if you want."

"Turns. But I'll do you. I'll cum right away if you do me now."

"Cool," he said as he lay back.

I went to work on him with mouth and hand together. Since he knew he was
going to cum this time, he didn't make any effort to hold back. He was
shooting in my mouth in no time. I kept his dick in my mouth until it began
to shrink.

"That was great!" he told me. "Your turn."

I lay back and he repeated what I had done to him on my dick. Even though
he had given me a chance to cool down, I came pretty quickly. He also kept
my dick in his mouth until it started to soften.

As we were lying on the floor enjoying the afterglow, he said, "Think it's
too late to stay over tonight? I'm really in the mood for some more
sucking."

"Call your mom and ask."

"Call your mom first and see if it's ok since it's so late."

After I did, I told him we were having meatloaf so there was plenty of
food.  I also told him Charlie was staying too.

"Hey, that's great! Maybe he'll jerk off in the shower tomorrow morning.
I'll call my mom."

We did suck each other off twice each that night in bed, but Charlie didn't
come into the bathroom until we were on our way out the door.


To be continued
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