Date: Tue, 03 Apr 2001 08:33:51 -0500 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 28" Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family. Chapter 28 - 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 28 - Dave I thought the bachelor party was a success. We managed to give Charlie his gifts before he was too drunk to be embarrassed by them. Then we did get rip-roaring drunk as I had planned. Once Charlie was drunk, he got a goofy expression on his face that made me want to laugh each time I looked at him. I wasn't as interested as the others in the game of strip poker Bill suggested since I had had sex with both Bill and Larry and had seen Charlie hard a number of times, but it also turned out well. Larry told me he and Bill sucked each other just about all night after Charlie and I went to bed. I was surprised to hear they came twice since neither Charlie nor I could cum at all, but then I suppose nothing was going to stand in Bill's way when he got an opportunity to suck dick. Larry told me they sucked each other off twice more in the morning, once when they woke up the first time and ordered a pot of coffee and once more before they left the room. When I woke up in the morning, Charlie was already awake but still lying there in the dark. I had a hangover and intended to go back to sleep. We had the suite for Saturday night too, so it didn't matter what time we left. When I returned from the bathroom, Charlie hadn't moved. "How bad is it?" I asked him as I got back into bed. I was careful not to move it any more than I had to. "It's bad. I've never had a hangover as bad as this." "I thought doctors were supposed to have instant hangover cures." "They don't. Honest. I wish we did." "So it's just 'take two aspirins and call me in the morning', huh?" Charlie tried to laugh and then moaned. "What's so funny?" I asked. "That's Mike's cure for the common hardon." "I remember. He told me about it. I thought it was pretty good." "So did I. And so did everyone I told it to. I'm glad I'm going to be his stepdad." "I'm glad you are too." There was a pause. At first I thought Charlie had drifted off to sleep, but then he spoke. "Speaking of the common hardon . . ." "Yeah?" "I was thinking about last night." "Remember much of what happened?" I still wanted to give him a way out. "I remember you telling me I was too drunk to remember what happened." "And were you?" "No." "Oh." "I'm not having a problem with it. It was something I wanted to do." I was relieved. "So you got it out of your system?" "No. And I didn't mean it that way anyhow. You know, I didn't mean I just wanted to try it. It seemed like you and I have been getting closer and closer these past months. I've been thinking about it a lot. Last night I decided I wanted to go all the way with you and be as close as we could get. Of course it didn't hurt to be drunk either." He tried to laugh, but instead he moaned and lay still. "You know, I'm glad you feel that way. I do too." He snaked his hand over to mine and I took hold of it. "So we're going to have to do it again when we're not drunk," he told me. "I dunno. That could get to be a problem." I was thinking of what it would mean about his and Linda's marriage. "I think I'm giving you the wrong idea. I'm not talking about having sex with you regularly or anything like that. I'm definitely more interested in having sex with Linda than with you. But there're no barriers between us now. When it happens between me and you, and we both know it will, it's not going to be a surprise and we can be comfortable with it. That's all I mean." "I like that idea. A lot. You've got a deal." I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "So that'll be later. Right now I think I'm going to die," he said as he moaned again. I settled down next to him and drifted off to sleep. A week later we were at Grace and William's for a drink before the rehearsal dinner. My parents and the rest of my family weren't coming down until the next day for the wedding itself, but Linda's family was all there, and as the best man I was stuck. William shook my hand when I arrived but said nothing. I didn't think he would be a problem because both Linda and Charlie had told me separately if he was anything other than polite to me, the wedding was off and we'd all go home. Grace told me how nice it was to see me. She made me think she was telling the truth too. And I met Charlie's father. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Charlie talks about you a lot," he told me as he guided me away from the group with his hand on my arm as if he wanted to speak to me privately. "I told Charlie I thought it was peculiar how he got to be best friends with his fiancee's ex husband of all people. But you know, he never really had a best friend when he was growing up. Oh, he had lots of friends, but none of them were ever special. You know what I mean? I was sorry about that because I had a best friend that I did everything with. I could talk to him about anything, too. Still can, for that matter. Charlie says it's that way with you and him. I just wanted to tell you how glad I am." Then he cackled. "And it pisses William off so bad. I just love it!" He squeezed my arm before he let me go. Bill and I got along well, of course, and I had no problems with Bill's wife or Linda's sister Sue. Tony the Echo was another matter. He sidled up to me early on to tell me he couldn't imagine what I was doing there. "I'm surprised," I told him. "If I remember it right, even you had a best man at your wedding." "You know what I mean!" he hissed at me. "Yes, I do. But since you've never had any friends, I can see you'd have trouble imagining how friends behave toward each other. You really should wipe that brown smudge off your nose though." He reached up to do it almost by reflex before he realized what I had actually said. He went away angry. But most important, he went away. The dinner itself was at a nearby restaurant which had excellent food. Bill's children and Roger the dog had been left behind at the house with a babysitter, but Mike as well as Tony and Sue's two girls were there. I was treated to William's attempt at having a conversation with Mike, something both he and Linda had told me about. But this time Linda didn't pick up Mike's missing half, so when William spoke, Mike looked at him, seemed to be paying attention, but gave no response. After two tries William moved on, giving the gift of his attention to someone else. "Someone should take a strap to that son of yours and teach him some manners," Tony the Echo hissed at me from across the table. "Listen to me carefully," I whispered back. "If you so much as touch him, I'll beat the shit out of you, big as you are. And if I can't handle it alone, I know Charlie would take pleasure in giving me a hand." After dinner I was grateful I could go back to my motel room rather than have to spend the night at William's. I had been invited, though. William told me I could sleep in the bunk room with the boys since there were two empty bunks there, but Grace quickly came between us to tell me Tony and Sue's daughters could sleep in their parents' room and I could have the room they usually used. Hearing her offer, both girls went into an exaggerated pout. I thanked her, telling her I had already moved into my motel room, which was partly true. Mike, on the other hand, stayed in the bunk room, to the delight of his cousin. He had wanted to spend the night in the motel with me, but since he would be coming home with me to stay for the week of Linda and Charlie's honeymoon, I thought he ought to be with his mother as long as he could that night. By the time I returned to the motel after the rehearsal dinner, Paul and Beth had checked in. I stopped by their room to say hello. I got there just as Beth was just beginning to breast feed their baby. There was no particular reason for me to leave since I had seen her naked many times before, but Paul suggested we go to the bar to get a drink. "I'm surprised you don't have Paul on the other breast," I told her as she settled into the recliner with the baby sucking contentedly on her breast. "He's already tried it," she said. "And?" I asked. "Milk's too rich for me. I'm used to skim," Paul said. "Good thing too," Beth said. When Paul and I had left the room and were heading for the bar, he told me, "When she's nursing, that's her quiet time with the baby. It's amazing how much it relaxes her. I try to leave her alone when she's doing it. And besides, I thought you and I might stop by your room for something to relax us." "Sounds fine to me. Want to get a drink and carry it along?" "I think I'll be satisfied with what I get to drink from you." A few minutes later we were naked on my bed and Paul was between my legs licking and sucking on my dick and massaging my balls. "I always forget how good you taste," he told me between slurps. He played for quite some time before he got me close to an orgasm. Then he stopped, giving me a chance to get him up to speed. Once he was within reach of his orgasm, I asked, "Should we go for it? You've been gone a long while." "We've got a little more time. Junior's a slow eater." So we swapped places and he brought me to the edge twice more. Then I returned the favor. When I began to ease off the second time, he said we'd better move along, so I brought him off, holding his dick in my mouth until it began to soften. He did the same for me, pulled on his clothes, kissed me good-night, and left. I pulled up the covers and went right to sleep. The next day I arrived at the church well before the time of the wedding to help out in any way I could. Charlie was there already and surprisingly nervous. "Why are you nervous?" I asked him. "You've been living togther for, what, four months? It's not like you're in for any surprises." "Doesn't matter. I've never been married before." And so he paced back and forth while I watched. It occurred to me taking him to the men's room and giving him a blow job would probably calm him down, but it would ruin the mood of the day. A few minutes I decided to make the offer anyhow. He stopped in his tracks with a stunned look on his face. "What!" he asked. So I repeated my offer, adding, "Sex has always relaxed me. I thought it might calm you down." He started to laugh. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass on that." After that, though, he was much less nervous. The wedding itself went without a hitch. I noticed Linda was wearing her engagement ring from me on her right hand, and she smiled at me when her father handed her off to Charlie. She looked beautiful in the dress she and her mother had compromised on. At the reception everyone seemed to get into the spirit of the occasion except William. When my father met Charlie for the first time in the receiving line, he shook his hand and then pulled him into a one-arm hug, saying, "Welcome to the family." He kissed Linda and hugged her too. Later I noticed my mother and Linda's sitting at the end of the bride and groom's table head to head. I don't know what they were talking about, but every once in a while both of them would throw back their heads and laugh until tears ran down their faces. At another point I saw Bill, my father, and Charlie's father talking animatedly to each other. And William moved from one to another of what Linda called "his wedding guests" pumping their arms and telling them God- knows-what. As the reception drew to a close, I was talking with Linda and Charlie about their honeymoon plans. They had decided on a clothing optional resort, though not the one she and I had gone to. "Charlie says he's not going to let me wear anything except jewelry for the whole week," she said with a smug look that told me it was meant to be funny. I laughed and said to Charlie, "Sunscreen. You'd better let her wear sunscreen. And you'd better wear it too." "Why? From what I hear, a little sunburn in the right places really livens things up." We laughed over that too and probably would have made more of the joke if Mike hadn't walked up to us only to be followed immediately by William. It was William's presence that took the bloom off the rose. "Young man, I hope you know you should now address Charlie as 'Stepfather'." Mike looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Then he turned to Charlie and asked, "Is that what you want me to call you?" "No, I think you should keep right on calling me Charlie." William began to swell up as he did whenever he didn't get his way. He began to humpf, humpf. "I've got a better idea," I said. "Let's compromise. Why don't you call him 'Dad'." The look on William's face said he didn't think it was much of a compromise. "Are you serious?" Charlie asked me. "I certainly am. If you're going to share the work, you ought to share the title too." "That's great!" Mike said, smiling ear to ear. "I get to have two dads!" He elbowed his way between Charlie and me, wrapped an arm around each of us, and hugged us against him. When Mike let us go, I reached out to shake Charlie's hand. As he took mine, I told him, "Welcome to the family." After we shook, Linda grabbed me by the arm and kissed me, looking me straight in the eyes. "Listen, thanks. That's the best present we got." William, meanwhile, had finally regained the power of speech. "I don't know about this. I don't know if it's appropriate." "It's not up to you. Besides, you've got something else to think about right now. I'm two months' pregnant. Do you want to announce it before I toss my bouquet or should I?" The End of Part 1 I'm not going to start Part 2 right away. Thanks for staying with me all the way through Part 1. _____________ 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.