Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 08:08:25 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 27"

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family. Chapter 27 - Charlie

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 27 - Charlie -1977

I dreaded the approach of our wedding day all through the summer. Linda had
gone to her parents' house twice for fittings, but since she had had to go
during the week to see the seamstress, I had been able to avoid going
along. But when the weekend of the wedding arrived, Linda and I would go
together to spend Friday night at her parents' house. I certainly wasn't
looking forward to that.

But not seeing William did not mean not speaking with him. He called
several times with the intention of informing me of decisions he had
made. Each of those calls had ended with him slamming down the receiver
after I had told him Linda and I wanted something different than he had
planned. The particular thing that angered him the most was my decision to
have Dave be my best man.

My original reason for telling William I had chosen Dave was to annoy
him. I didn't really intend to go through with it. But then I got to know
Dave better, at first because of Linda's passing on to me all the details
of Dave's life that she gleaned from their frequent telephone
conversations, and then from my seeing him twice a week at the gym. By the
middle of August he and I were talking on the phone occasionally as well. I
felt comfortable talking to him about William's behavior because I knew he
would always give me sympathetic ear.  And Dave and I seemed to grow closer
in other ways as well, so much so that one night at the gym when Larry
hadn't been able to come, I asked for his opinion about several ideas I had
for our honeymoon.

"You know her so much better than I do," I told him as we sat side by side
naked in the steam room, "and it's like you're a member of the family."

"Yeah, but your honeymoon is such a private time for the two of you. I'm
just the ex husband."

"I have trouble thinking of you that way any more. You're certainly Linda's
best friend. I mean other than me. And to tell you the truth, I'm beginning
to think you're my best friend too. I've never felt as close to another man
as I do to you." I increased the pressure of my calf against his, almost as
if I was poking him with my knee.

"Now I'm embarrassed, but I feel very close to you too. I don't know why,
but I have right along. Must've been the good recommendations I got from
Mike and Linda. So do I get to go on the honeymoon too?" He poked me on the
thigh several times with his index finger. We were both at half mast and
likely to run the flag up all the way as seemed to happen every time we
came to the steam room.

"I don't know if I feel that close to you," I told him, exaggerating the
"that". "But I suppose I could ask Linda how she feels about having both of
us there."

"From what I hear, you won't need my help in bed. Linda says she's never
been so satisfied in her life."

There was a time when my reaction to such a comment would have been
complicated. I would have been angry that Linda told him such intimate
things. I would have been pleased at how well my sexual prowess measured up
to his. And I would have been surprised at his putting himself down in that
way too. But once I realized there was no competition between us, only
support from him for our happiness, I began to enjoy his knowing the
intimate details of our lives and would have been glad to know similar
things about him. I looked forward to the day when he would start telling
me such things about himself.

"She thinks she's satisfied? I hardly have the strength to pull up the
covers afterward."

"Linda said there was one time when she thought you'd both have to spend
the night on the kitchen counter you were so exhausted."

"I couldn't believe we did it there. And I have to say one thing just for
the record, formica's damn cold!"

We both laughed over that, leaning in toward each other so we were pressing
shoulder to shoulder.

"So back to this honeymoon thing," Dave said. "You know the story of our
honeymoon, right?  The one her parents gave us after we'd been married a
few years?"

"To the Carribean, right?"

"That's it. It was so odd now I think back on it. William sending us to a
clothing optional resort.  Probably he just didn't know."

"You both got sunburned. That's right. Linda told me about it."

"Did she tell you we had the best sex of our marriage the week we were
there?"

"She said something about it, but I never put it together with the clothing
optional part."

"That's what caused it. We talked each other into going to the clothing
optional part of the beach.  But we didn't know any better so we got
sunburned on the body parts where the sun don't usually shine. And the
sunburn kept us so horny we couldn't leave each other alone whenever we had
a few minutes' privacy. We actually did it so many times we got sore."

I noticed the memory was making him harder. It was doing a fair job on me
too.

"So are you recommending we go to a clothing optional resort?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. If you think you'd live through it." He poked me with
his shoulder and grinned at me.

"And if I didn't, I don't suppose I'd care," I replied with a laugh as I
poked him back.

"Only thing is, it wouldn't be such a great idea if it was just a repeat of
our honeymoon. Yours ought to be something special just for the two of
you."

"That's a good point. I'll have to think about it some more. By the way,
will you be my best man?"

He said up straight and turned to look at me, pulling his left leg onto the
bench so his knee was pressing into my thigh. He poked me on the thigh as
he said, "Hold on. I thought you were just telling William that to turn his
crank."

"I was. But now I'm asking you because it's something I want." I poked him
in the chest as I said it. "Linda's in favor of it too."

"William'll have a stroke. I can hear him now, 'What will people say?'."

"Linda and I talked about that too and decided we didn't care. I've told
William and I'll tell you the same thing. Anybody who knows us and cares
about us will know why we've made the choices we have. And the rest don't
matter."

"I'd be honored," he told me, putting out his hand. I took it and shook,
thinking that once again I was naked and shaking the hand of another naked
man.

"Hey!" He said suddenly after we released each other's hands. "That means I
get to set up the bachelor party!"

"Let's just pass on that, ok?"

"No! It certainly is not ok! It's a tradition. Naked girls jumping out of
cakes! The works!"

"I'd be embarrassed."

"That's the whole point of a bachelor party! Embarrass the groom."

"I don't have that many friends who'd fit in that kind of a party. At
least, I don't know them that way. Almost all of my friends are business
friends. We don't have personal relationships. It'd be more than just being
embarrassed if they were there."

"Ok, I buy that. I'll have to tell you about Bill's, Linda's brother's,
bachelor parties. He ended up having two. But there's still got to be a
party."

"A party is fine. We can be completely shameless and get rip-roaring drunk.
Nothing's off limits.  But it'll have to be a pretty small group."

"You give me a list of who you want invited and I'll take it from there."

And he did.

Dave scheduled it for the Friday night a week before the wedding so we
would have the weekend to recover. He got a two-bedroom suite in a very
nice hotel and invited Larry, Linda's brother Bill, and me. I'd had a few
other people on my list, but when he and I had talked about them, I'd made
it clear my feelings wouldn't be hurt if they weren't included. He told me
Mike wanted to come too and was very put out when he was told he wasn't
invited. I decided I'd have to make it up to him later.

The party seemed to hang fire for a little while at first, but by the time
everyone was on his second drink, the atmosphere began to change. We had
pizza delivered and ate it sitting in a circle on the floor while we
continued to drink fairly steadily. After we ate, they brought out the
gifts. I got a gross of rubbers, but one package had a pin stuck through
it.  "The question is, are you man enough to take a chance and use any of
the others," Larry told me.

"Just don't give any to Mike," Dave told me. "I'm not ready to be a
grandfather."

"Me neither!" I told him.

When I tried to open the next package, it exploded in my hands. The pull
cord for an inflatable girl had been rigged to the top of the box so when I
opened it, up she stood in a matter of seconds. We were drunk enough by
then to think it was hysterical. When we recovered, Bill pointed out that
she came equipped with a bottle of lubricant and several useful orifices.

"This'll be real handy for when Linda has a headache," Larry said.

"But what am I gonna do with it?" I asked. "I don't dare take it home."

"Make Dave keep it for you. He won't get into trouble if he takes it back
to his place. Then you can just visit him and use it whenever the need
develops," Bill said.

"Sure. I'm gonna stop in at Dave's and tell him, 'I'm just here to fuck my
doll. Don't mind me.'"

"That'd be ok with me," Dave told me. "But you make a mess, you have to
clean it up."

That started off another bout of hysterical laughter, prolonged by Bill
fingering the doll in various suggestive ways.

The next gift was a French deck. I had heard of them but had never actually
seen one before. I was frankly surprised by the explicit nature of the
pictures on the cards.  We divided up the deck and searched through it,
looking for especially hot pictures which we then shared with each
other. The level of the conversation, never very high to begin with,
dropped considerably.

The last gift was a pornographic movie on videotape Bill had gotten hold
of.  He had borrowed a vcr from work and had connected it to the tv in the
room before the rest of us had gotten there.

"Good thing you did that first," Larry told him. "You're too drunk to do it
now."

"I knew I would be so I planned ahead," Bill replied as he tried to fit the
tape cartridge into the slot that had emerged from the top of the machine.

I had to admit I was more than a little curious. I had never seen a
pornographic movie. Drunk as I was, I was also hard in anticipation of what
I would see. And I wasn't disappointed either. The movie began with two
couples in bed. We watched each couple go through various kinds of
foreplay. They quickly moved to the woman sucking the man's dick and the
man eating the woman's pussy. Finally the men fucked the women in a variety
of positions that seemed more intended to facilitate the camera's view than
to provide pleasure. Both men also pulled out at the point of orgasm to
shoot their cum onto some part of the women's bodies while the women
screamed loudly. I supposed the men did that to prove they had cum. I
wondered briefly if there was any way to illustrate that the women had cum
too, but I was too drunk to think about anything for very long and my
attention was focused on the movie, which continued on to another scene.

The next part of the movie showed each couple lying in bed talking about
how bored they were with their sex lives and how much they would enjoy
having sex with another couple. Within minutes the four were in bed
together. They went through all sorts of foreplay, including the women
eating each other's pussies and the men sucking each other's dicks.  Having
no experience with porn, I wasn't as surprised at that as the others were.
Apparently it was usual for women to perform oral sex on each other in such
movies but not for men to do it. The movie ended with each man fucking the
other man's woman.

I realized my dick was painfully rigid and I had been squeezing it as I
watched the movie. I looked around and saw the other men were also holding
or pressing their crotches.

"Damn! I gotta have another drink!" Bill said as he stood up and walked
none too steadily to the bar.

"Me too!" Larry said, following Bill on all fours.

They came back bringing fresh drinks for Dave and me as well.

"I don't know if I can handle another one," I told them.

"Don't tell me that," Dave said. "You said you'd get rip-roaring drunk.
You're not there yet."

That was true. I took the drink.

"What do we do now?" Larry asked.

"Strip poker!" Bill replied.

"Aw, I already saw these guys naked," Larry said, waving his arm back and
forth drunkenly in our direction to indicate who he meant, as if he could
have meant anyone else.

"You haven't seen me. And I haven't seen all of you."

"We could just grab you and strip you," Larry said as he reached for Bill.

Bill rolled sideways to avoid being grabbed and said, "That's what you do
to the one with clothes left at the end. Grab him and strip him. How about
it? Charlie? Dave?"

"Sure, I'm game," Dave replied.

"Ok by me," I said. At that point I was game for just about anything.

We played with the French deck.

"It's hard to keep your mind on the game with these pictures on the cards,"
Larry said.

"It's just hard period," Bill told him, hitting him lightly on the shoulder
with his fist but knocking him over nonetheless. They both broke into
hysterical laughter.

When Larry stopped laughing and sat upright again, he said, "That's sure
true."

"Guess how I knew?" Bill asked, pointing at his own tented crotch and
smiling ear to ear.

"I confess too," Dave said, pointing to his own crotch.

I held up my hand and just smiled. I was almost too drunk to talk, but not
too drunk to be hard.

"This is really getting interesting," Bill said as he showed us his hand
and the rest of us had to take something off.

The game lasted a lot longer than it would have if we had been sober. But
then, we probably wouldn't have been playing it at all in that case. Even
though Bill had good luck early on, he was the first one to lose his
shorts. He jumped up to take them off and would have fallen over if Dave
and Larry hadn't both grabbed him. When he pulled the shorts down and
tossed them aside, he was sporting a hardon. He held out his arms and
turned from side to side to display it to all of us as he said, imitating a
drumroll, "Ta DA!" Then he dropped to the floor and sat cross-legged with
the rest of us as we continued the game. I know my eyes kept being drawn to
his crotch, and when I looked up to play, I saw the others were looking
there too.

As we continued to play cards, Bill played with his dick off and on. Dave
was the next one naked. He told us he was too drunk to stand up and simply
lifted his butt to pull off his shorts. He was hard too, and his crotch
became the focus of attention during the next two hands. I found my eyes
drawn to it continually even though I had seen him hard several times in
the steam room at the gym and had held his hard dick during his
physical. He imitated Bill, stroking himself from time to time as well.

Larry and I were the last two players. Both of us had pants as well as
shorts left. Larry lost both hands, stripping off first his pants and then
his shorts. Then the three of them looked at me as I sat there barely
conscious but still wearing my pants and shorts.

"Grab him, guys!" Bill said.

And they were on me. I started laughing as I tried ineffectually to fight
them off. I was pushed flat and felt my pants and shorts being dragged down
my legs. I felt hands on my dick, giving it a few strokes. There seemed to
be a lot of hands, so I guessed everyone was feeling it. I didn't resist. I
was enjoying it too much in a drunken sort of way.

When they finally let me up, Larry asked, "What next?"

"Circle jerk!" Bill said.

"You are just full of good ideas," Larry told him, clapping him on the
shoulder and knocking him off his knees in the process. Larry fell on top
of him and groped him thoroughly before he let him up.

"How we gonna do this?" Dave asked.

After a few false starts, we ended up on our knees pressed hip and shoulder
to each other in a tight circle.

"Ok. Everybody grab the dick on your right and stroke it slow," Bill told
us in the manner of a square-dance caller.

We did as we were told. I had hold of Dave's dick and Larry had hold of
mine. We stroked slowly for what seemed like a very short time.

"Everybody switch sides," Bill told us.

I released Dave's dick and grabbed Larry's. It was the first cut dick I had
ever tried to stroke, having done it before only to my own. It took me a
minute to figure out what the problem was before I could establish a
rhythm.

A few minutes of that and Bill said, "Reach across and stroke that dick."

Bill was also cut, but having just practiced on Larry's, I had no trouble
with his.

After that Larry broke the circle, saying it was time for another drink.
Again Bill went to help him.

"How you holding up?" Dave asked me.

"I don't think I'm gonna be conscious much longer," I told him.

"I don't think any of us are," he replied.

When the other two handed out the drinks, we lay on the floor sipping them.
I watched Larry and Bill flip their own dicks back and forth before Bill
reached over and began flipping Larry's. I thought about doing the same
thing to Dave, but somehow I couldn't make myself move. I realized I had to
go to sleep.

"I'm gonna pass out, guys. This has been really great, but I gotta go to
bed now."

"Aw, I'm just getting started good," Larry said.

"Yeah, me too," Bill added.

"You guys hold down the fort then," Dave told them. "I've about had it for
tonight too."

He stood up and reached out his hand toward me. "Grab hold and I'll pull
you up."

I grabbed, bumping into Dave as I stood up. He put his arm around me to
support me.

"Night, guys," he said.

I echoed it.

Dave pushed me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He stood me at
the toilet and told me, "Pee," while he helped support me.

I took hold of my dick, surprised it was still hard, and tried to aim it at
the bowl. I wasn't having much luck aiming it and no luck at all getting
the flow to start.

"Can't get it aimed right," I told him.

He walked me to the shower stall, opened the door, and stood me in front of
it.

"I can't take a shower now. I'm too drunk."

"Just stand there a minute."

I heard water begin to run but I couldn't work up enough interest to turn
and see what was going on. Suddenly I felt a warm wet washcloth on my wrist
and another on my dick.  The flow started immediately.

"Easier to pee in the shower when you're hard," he told me.

I told myself I needed to remember that as the pressure of my bladder
eased.

When I was finished, he pushed me into the bedroom. There was a king-size
bed. I watched him pull back the covers. Then he turned me around and
pushed me so I fell onto the bed on my back.  I felt him swing my feet up
onto the bed and pull the covers over me.

I think I went to sleep at that point. The next thing I remember was seeing
Dave get into the other side of the bed. I decided I wanted to feel his
dick again, so I crawled across the bed under the covers until I was
practically on top of him and reached down to take hold of his dick.

"I thought you'd passed out," he told me.

"Might have. Now I'm awake again."

"What are you doing?"

"Circle jerk," I told him.

He chuckled. "Not a circle unless I grab yours too."

"Then do it!"

I felt his hand on my dick, which surprisingly was still hard. Or perhaps
it was hard again.  Dave's had been half hard when I grabbed it, but now it
was completely hard.  We stroked each other for a few minutes, rather
awkwardly because of our positions.

Images from the movie were flashing through my mind. "You ever sucked a
guy's dick?" I heard myself asking him.

"Yeah, I have," he told me.

That surprised me. I was expecting him to say 'no'. "Well I never have."

"Oh," he said.

"I think I want to suck yours."

"It's right there."

I threw off the covers. Like he said, it was right there with my hand
wrapped around it. I moved around on the bed until my face was just over
it. I looked at it a minute, moved my hand down the shaft to the base
pulling the foreskin with it, and took it into my mouth. I closed my lips
around it and licked the head. My mind automatically clicked off a list of
the things I was probably tasting. Then I noticed the texture. I liked
it. I decided to take more of it into my mouth.

"Go easy there," I heard Dave say. "Don't gag yourself."

'Good advice,' I thought. 'Wouldn't want to throw up on his crotch.'

After another minute when I had taken about as much of it into my mouth as
I could, I heard him say, "Be careful of your teeth."

It took some maneuvering with my teeth and lips, but I felt sure I had
solved the problem because he didn't complain any more. Than I proceeded to
slide his dick in and out of my mouth.  I got into a rhythm and realized I
was really enjoying what I was doing.

An indefinite amount of time later I heard Dave say, "That feels really
good, but I think I'm too drunk. I'm never gonna cum."

I was disappointed, but I could understand what he was saying. I let his
dick flop out of my mouth onto his belly. "That's too bad," I told him.

"How about you? Could you cum?"

I hadn't thought about it. "Maybe," I told him.

The next thing I knew I was lying on my back with Dave sucking my dick. It
felt great. I could tell he really knew what he was doing. But after he had
been at it for what seemed even to me to be a long time, I decided I wasn't
going to cum either.

I tapped him on the shoulder and told him, "It's not happening."

"Yeah, I figured," he told me as he crawled up the bed and lay down beside
me.

He was on his side, his head supported on his hand, and sort of leaning
toward me, which made me notice his lips. They looked soft and full. I
thought, 'It would be great if he kissed me.' Then I lifted my head and
kissed him. I barely had my head back on the pillow before he kissed me,
opening his lips and sliding his tongue into my mouth. I put my arm over
him and hugged him tight against me as I responded to the kiss.

After a while we broke and he pulled his head away from mine. "I think I'm
ready for sleep," he told me. "How about you."

"Yeah, definitely."

"Listen. One more thing. Do yourself a favor. In the morning, you were too
drunk to remember what happened tonight. Ok?"

"Ok," I said as I rolled onto my side and went to sleep.


To be continued
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