Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2001 16:14:47 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 23" Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family. Chapter 23 - 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. ___________ Chapter 23 - Mike - 1977 While we ate dinner, I told Dad about what had happened with Brad in the afternoon. "Sounds like a decent kind of guy. My guess would've been the same as yours about whether or not he'd suck Chris off after Chris had sucked him. So what happens now, you and Chris suck with Brad in the steam room every afternoon instead of running home to suck each other?" "Yeah, I guess so." "You don't sound like you think that's a great idea." "I dunno if I want to do it like that every day. It's different with Chris. We've been friends all our lives. It was like we discovered sex together. So I figure like he does, you know, that we're gonna do it every chance we get. But doing it with Brad is different. I feel like I'm kinda being trapped into it." I stopped for a minute before I added, "But I do want to do it tomorrow. I just don't know if I'm gonna want to do it every day." "Listen, when it comes to sex, don't ever do anything you're not comfortable with. I don't care who you're doing it with. And that includes me." I couldn't imagine not wanting to have sex with him whenever I could. I told him, "That'd never happen with you." "Sure it will. Just like I tell you 'no' sometimes. There's gonna come the day when you just don't want to for some reason. It's probably not gonna be real soon considering the normal sex drive of a teenager. But it will come, I promise you. And when it does, I want you to just tell me 'no'. Got it?" "But you're always making a joke when you tell me 'no'." "But I'm still saying 'no'. You don't have to be mean about it when you do it, but you still ought to do it." "Ok. But what if I want to do it a couple times with Brad and then decide I don't want to do it any more? Won't he think I kinda promised him I would be doing it the other times?" "He might think that, but it isn't true, is it? Unless you tell him or do something else to make him think you're gonna be willing to do it whenever he wants, then he's just jumping to a conclusion. And it might be the other way around. He might decide sometime that he's done it all he wants to with you and Chris. He hasn't promised he'd keep on doing it, so there's no reason for either one of you to get your feelings hurt over it. See what I mean?" I was working hard at understanding him. "Chris is gonna get his feelings hurt real bad if that happens soon." "Then Chris has unreasonable expectations. Just like him having sex with me. I never promised to do it whenever he wanted. I just did it those two times. Now it probably isn't ever going to happen again." "You know, I kinda got the idea from Chris that he doesn't expect it any more. But he still really likes you." "Good. I like him too. If you're sure he won't take it the wrong way, we might get together with him and Larry again on a Saturday. Not this Saturday though. Whatcha think?" "I think he'd really like it. What's happening this Saturday?" "I asked Bob to eat lunch and go to a movie with us. That ok with you?" "That's great! I really like Bob. He tries to be so serious. And he gets so embarrassed whenever anybody mentions sex." "I'll talk to Larry about the four of us getting together next time you're here then," he said as he stood up and started clearing the table. I got up and helped him. I was still mulling over what he had said about giving people expectations. "One more thing before we get away from the subject," he told me as he was scraping plates into the sink before putting them into the dishwasher. "It can be even worse with women." I hadn't even been on a date and I was sure not thinking about having sex with a girl. "I don't understand. I'm not having sex with any women." I must have given him some sort of odd look because he laughed before he said, "Not now, no. But you probably will." 'Yeah, I probably will,' I thought for the first time. "Yeah, so?" "So when you have sex with a woman, she can think you mean it to be a commitment even when you don't. Especially if you're a teenager. I just want you to keep that in mind and not follow your dick into a situation where you give somebody the wrong idea." "But why would she think that? Any woman, I mean?" "You just told me you understood guys could get the wrong idea about what you were promising to do. And sex with guys is almost always a lot more casual than it ever is with a woman. No guy is going to think you mean to marry him because you've had sex with him. A woman could think you mean just that. I'm telling you to be sure you don't give a woman a reason to think it unless you mean it. Ok?" That was a scary thought. Here I would be thinking about getting off and this girl would be thinking about getting married. "Yeah, ok!" I said with some determination. "And wear a condom any time you have sex with a woman. If I find out you didn't, I'll personally attach one to your dick with a screw clamp every time you go out on a date," he told me as he hung up the dishtowel. He had a fake scowl on his face. "Hey! No problem. I don't want to end up with a kid like me." He grabbed me around the neck and pulled my face against his chest while he rubbed the top of my head with his knuckle. "You got it wrong. If you ended up with a kid like you, it wouldn't be so bad. But you might end up with a kid that's not near as good as you. And you wanna hear something really scary? You could end up with a father-in-law like your grandfather." I managed to pull away from him. I hated to have my head rubbed like that even more than I hated to be tickled. "That's really scary alright," I told him as I rubbed my head. "What I'm saying is, don't throw away any choices in your life just by being careless. You might not be as lucky as I was. Go turn the water on. I'll be there in a second." We had a long shower that left us both hard. I began to suck my dad's dick toward the end, but he pulled me off after a minute or two. "How come? I thought it was sex time. You're the one who was talking about a triple-header before dinner." "But now my belly's full and I'm feeling more relaxed." I gave him my best hurt look and he laughed at me. "Don't look like that. The second game of this doubleheader is definitely in the works," he told me. After we had dried each other, he turned me around and began to rub body lotion onto my back. When he was finished, he told me to carry a dry towel to lie on. He said that while cum flaked off the sofa after it dried, the lotion that hadn't rubbed all the way into my skin would probably stain it. I was completely hard and ready for the second game, but Dad wasn't. The hardon he had had at the end of our shower was gone. He turned the tv on and we settled into our usual position with him sitting at the end of the sofa with his feet and legs on an ottoman and me lying on my back using his leg as a pillow. He began to rub my belly and chest lightly as we watched the last few minutes of one program and the start of the next. My dick stayed hard and competed with the tv for my attention. By the time the program ended, it had won and I had my hand on it. I was flipping it back and forth when it occurred to me I hadn't told Dad one of the things I had meant to. "Hey, you know what!" I said, pushing up the sofa towards him a little ways bending my head back over his leg so I could look up at his face. "What?" "I saw Charlie jerking off in the shower this morning." "Oh, yeah?" "He was already doing it when I went in. I could see him right through the glass doors." "Didn't he stop when you came in?" "No. He had his eyes closed." "So he didn't know you were there, huh? D'ya think about telling him?" "No. Think I should've? I mean, he's seen me do it and he's cool with it. And he said I'd probably see him one day." "I bet he didn't mean for you to stand there and watch him when he said that." "When he found out I was there he didn't act like he minded. Do you think he would've stopped if I told him I was there?" "Betcha there was a good chance of it. Doesn't matter now, though. So you watched, huh?" "Oh, yeah! He was really into it. He must've had a really hot fantasy going. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was stroking with his whole fist. He was doing it slow at first but by the time he came he was really pounding it." I had felt something touching my head just after I said I had seen Charlie. I thought it could be my dad's dick but only if he was starting to get hard. When I finished telling him what I had seen, his hard dick slid up over the top of my head and suddenly flopped onto his belly. It was right in front of my eyes. "Sounds like he put on a good show for you." "Yeah, he really did. Made me so hard I could hardly wait for my turn in the shower." I said this to my dad but I was looking straight at his dick, which had gotten so hard it was stiff. He didn't react this way when I told him about sex with Chris. I began to wonder what it meant. "So you went in after him and jerked off where he could see you?" "I needed to. I was really hot! And he watched me too." I said the last thing to justify my having watched him. And I was still staring at my dad's dick which now seemed to be throbbing. I couldn't figure out which part of what I was telling him was making him so hot. "Guess the two of you put on a show for each other then." "And that's not all. Charlie still had a hardon after I got out of the shower. I told him you said hardons are catching and he said he thought he caught mine." I was fascinated by my dad's dick, which seemed to be reacting to everything I said. My dad started to ask something and then he stopped. I kind of guessed what it was, so I said, "His dick's thick like yours but not as long. And his foreskin lets a little bit of the head show when he's hard." I watched his dick while I was talking to see if I had guessed right. It sure seemed like it even though he didn't say anything. "Did anything else happen?" "No. Mom called me to get dressed so I left." A drop of precum which had formed at the end after it got hard suddenly ran down the back of it. I reached for his dick and tried to pull it forward so I could lick it off but it was so hard it wouldn't move. It was as hard as it gets when he has a piss hard in the morning. 'Charlie's dick sure made him hot!' I thought as I moved closer to him so I could get the precum with my tongue. As I was licking his dick, I felt his hand slide down my belly and take hold of my dick. I was surprised. Usually we started off slow, especially if it was the second time. But he was acting as if he was as excited as he usually got after we had been working on each other for an hour or more. I cleaned off his dick, getting the fresh drop of precum that had just formed on the tip last of all, and lay back to let him play with my dick. After a few minutes of rubbing it and my balls, he said, "Let me up so I can get to it with my mouth." Since he'd already sucked me off, I wanted to be fucked. "How about if I get the lube and you play with my hole for a while instead?" "How about if we do both?" "It's gonna take me a while. This'll be, like, the fourth time I'm gonna cum today already." "Fourth?" "Yeah. When I was in the shower this morning. With Brad and Chris this afternoon. With you before dinner. And now. And then later too when you fuck me." I had almost said "if". "That explains why the well was so near dry before dinner. I guess you already told me about the first two and I should've been able to figure out the rest for myself." But all the while we were talking, he continued to stroke my dick. "I bet I can do it five times. I mean, it's not like it's one right after the other. I had a chance to build up again. And it looks like you're ready again too." I reached for his dick, rubbing the flowing precum over it and stroking it slowly. The whole idea that we would be having sex for the next couple of hours really made me hot. "You won't get much chance to build up for later if I suck you off now. You really think you could cum again after that? What's your all-time record? I know you and Chris must've tried to see how many times you could cum." "Seven times. And that was one right after the other." "I bet your balls hurt after that. Did you really do it seven times?" "We did it to each other the first five times but we had to do it to ourselves the last two and nothing came out the last time. But I definitely came every time. Chris said he did too." "And it felt good every time." "Well, no. It didn't feel good at all the last two times." "Then why do you want to do this now?" "I just do!" "Tell you what. Let's just play for a while and then see where we are." With that he pulled me into a sitting position until he was off the sofa and then let me back down. My head was flat against the sofa so I was looking up at the ceiling. Instead of lifting it so I could look down at him, I stayed as I was and figured out by feel what he was doing. He lifted my leg and I felt him get onto the sofa before he lowered it. I felt his hands on my thighs moving slowly upward toward my crotch. Then I felt his tongue slide up the back of my dick. It felt terrific! For quite a while he continued to lick and suck on my dick before he lifted my thighs and began to lick my balls. He tried to suck them into his mouth, but they were too tight for that, so he circled and lapped them with his tongue. He continued on them until his saliva began to run along my perineum toward my asshole. It had nearly reached it when he followed the same path with his tongue and began to lick my asshole. I was squirming by this time. I had wanted to be sucked and then fucked, but now I just wanted to be fucked. My asshole was already sensitive, but somehow his tongue heightened its sensitivity until each time the tip traveled over the pucker, I got an electric charge in my balls and a chill up my spine. "I can't stand it," I told him. "You're driving me crazy." He let my legs down onto the sofa and told me, "Then go get the lube." I swung my leg over his head, jumped up, and ran into the bedroom. When I got back with the tube of lubricant, he was sitting up in the middle of the sofa. I knelt beside him, handed him the tube, and stretched out across his lap with my crotch over his legs. I kept one leg on the sofa but dropped the other down the front of it so my ass crack would be spread open as wide as possible. I jerked when I felt the cold lubricant touch my asshole. My dad rubbed it around in a small circle right on the pucker before he began to press in the center with his fingertip. It took very little pressure to push it into me. In fact, he seemed to slide his whole finger into me in one fluid motion. I felt his thumb pressing on the outside, catching the muscle of my hole between it and the finger he had inside of me. He kneaded the part of my ring muscle he had hold of between his finger and thumb. It was something he had never done before, but it gave me the same sensation as his dick did when it stretched me sliding in and out. I loved it! He kept that up for a few minutes before he released my muscle and twisted his finger to rub the end across my prostate just before he pulled it out of me altogether. He was out of me only for as long as it took him to lube two fingers. I felt them pressing against me, moving into me as they stretched me open further. He twisted them, pushed them in and out short distances, and continued to penetrate me until he had them fully inside. My hole was stretched tight around them. I enjoyed the sensation of being stretched. Again he began to rub as much of the muscle as he could between his thumb and the fingers inside me, twisting his fingers to cover most of the ring. When he finished with that, he twisted his fingers so he could rub my prostate for a minute before he again pulled out of me. Three lubed fingers were harder to get in even though I was already stretched. I could feel that he had applied a lot of lube to them, and he turned and twisted them, but they moved in slowly and felt like they were stretching me more and more each second. There was a little pain like there always was at this point, but it was connected with the stretching sensation that I enjoyed. I waited out the pain as he continued to twist and push until he had them as far into me as he would put them. He kept twisting them slowly and sliding them in and out short distances. All of that made me hotter and hotter. I wanted to suck his dick but I wanted it inside my asshole at the same time. I forced out between panting breaths, "We gotta go to the bed soon." I felt his fingers leave me suddenly. "Let's go now," he told me as he helped me sit up. I practically jumped up from the sofa and headed straight for the bedroom. He was right behind me. Together we pulled the bedding off, leaving only the sheet covering the mattress in place. "Lie down! I want to suck your dick first!" I told him. He did as I said. I crawled between his spread legs and began to suck his dick. I could taste the precum that had been caught inside his foreskin. My tongue encountered more coming out of the slit as it circled the head of his dick. "Turn around so I can play too," he told me. I dropped his dick and told him, "If you suck me, I'll cum." I sucked his dick back into my mouth as the last word left it. "I won't. Turn around." I pivoted on his dick. I felt him take hold of my legs and position them as he swung one over his head and kept the knee of the other from coming down on his chest. I felt his lubed thumb move into me and begin to knead the muscle ring of my asshole again He started to lick my balls. In no time I was on fire. "We gotta do it now! I gotta have it!" I told him as I crawled off of him. We swapped places, me dropping to the bed beside him and rolling over to where he had been lying and him getting onto his knees between my legs. I handed him a pillow and lifted and spread my legs, getting hold of them by the thighs just above the knees to keep them both up and open. He folded the pillow in half and wedged it under my butt at the small of my back. He picked up the tube of lubricant, squeezed out a large gob, and pressed it onto and then into my asshole. He took another large gob of it and rubbed it onto my dick, touching it lightly so he wouldn't send me over the edge. A third gob he rubbed into his own belly from just above the pubic hair to just below his pecs. The last gob he rubbed onto his dick. I watched as he crept toward me on his knees, his dick pointing toward me and waving from side to side slightly as he moved from knee to knee. When he was close enough, he lowered himself, supporting himself with one arm while he used the other hand to position his dick head against my asshole. When it was firmly seated so it wouldn't slide off, he put his other hand beside me on the bed and lowered his chest and belly until they made contact with my dick. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I wanted to begin humping immediately, but I controlled myself because I knew I would cum too quickly if I did. My dad rubbed his belly against my dick, but he did it by moving from side to side rather than back and forth. The head of his dick ground against my asshole, but not with enough force to enter me. I began to moan. As if that was the signal he had been waiting for, he kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth as he began to apply enough pressure to force his dick into my asshole. Our tongues played with each other as the pressure against my muscle ring increased. Just as it began to hurt slightly, his dick slipped into me. I drew a sharp breath from the sensation, pulling it straight from his lungs since out mouths were pressed tightly against each other. We continued to share that breath as his dick moved further and further into me until I felt his pubic hair press against my perineum. At the same time as it was sliding into me, his lubed belly was sliding up the back of my lubed hardon. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure coming from so many different places at once. I had to turn my head to break our kiss and gasp for air. I could hear my dad breathing hard as well. After a minute's stillness, he lifted his belly off of my dick and pulled his dick slowly out of me. I turned head back so I could look at him. He was staring at me too. We looked straight into reach other's eyes and I felt the rim of his dick head catch against the inside of my asshole and then felt it reverse course and slide back into me. He fucked me slowly, filling me, pulling out, and all the while giving me pleasure from the friction of his dick shaft as it moved back and forth through the muscle ring of my asshole. It was a tickling kind of pleasure that begged for more even though it alone, no matter how long it lasted, would never be enough. After awhile, he changed angles, driving his dick into me so that it began to make contact with my prostate. The head began to strike that organ, sliding over it, stopping, pulling back, stopping, sliding over it again, and finally continuing on until the head was as deep inside me as it would go and I was being forced into the bed by the pressure of his pubic bone against my perineum. He repeated the same action with the next stroke and the next, on and on, still at the same slow speed he had started with. I could feel the orgasm building slowly within me. My dick ached to be touched, but he was holding his belly off of it, so the pleasure continued to build slowly. I reached a point where I thought I couldn't stand it any more and reached for my dick. His hand was quicker than mine, grabbing my arm and pinning it to the bed so I couldn't reach my dick. Before I could even think of reaching with the other hand, he pinned that arm too. "You don't want to spoil it, do you?" he asked. "Yes!" I said. "I want to cum now!" "Too soon. We can go a long while." "I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't cum soon!" "No you won't. It'll be worth the wait. I promise." I groaned, wanting to believe him but beyond the limits of my self control. I wanted to beg him to let me grab my dick if he wouldn't rub it with his belly, but instead I just continued to groan. It seemed to last forever. And the whole time the feelings inside me got more and more intense. It was like an itch that was left unscratched, taking over a bigger part of my consciousness as the minutes passed until it was the only thing I could think about. When I was sure I really couldn't stand it any longer and began to try to writhe under him, he began to drive his dick into me faster. Each lunge pushed the head into my prostate. At the same time he lowered his belly against my dick so the lunges were repeated there as friction up the back of it and across the head. My muscles tightened involuntarily, arching my back and forcing my head back against the pillow. Then I exploded. I felt intense pleasure begin in my crotch and extend to my fingers and toes. I tingled all over as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed out of my crotch. It seemed to last a long time. When it had settled down into aftershocks that made me shiver, I realized my dad was just reaching his own orgasm. He drove his dick into me deeply, twisting it at the end. Suddenly it swelled as he arched his back and moaned. He continued the same rhythm as each shot of cum left his dick deep inside me. And when he was finished, he sagged over me, still supporting his weight with his own arms. A minute or two later, I felt his softening dick fall out of me. He rolled off of me to lie on the bed. "That was great!" I told him. "For me too." "I told you I had a lot of cum left. Look," I said as I touched the cum on my belly. He looked. "'A lot' is pretty relative. Looks like a few drops to me." He was right. There really were only a few drops. I went to the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and a towel. When I came back, he was already half asleep. I cleaned his dick as best I could and tried to get most of the lube off of his belly. "Thanks," he mumbled to me. "You're welcome," I told him as I headed back to the bathroom. I washed myself clean too, but his cum I kept inside me. When I got back to the bed, he was already asleep. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at WWW.NIFTY.ORG in the gay male/incest section.