Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2001 08:10:28 -0500 From: Tim Foure Subject: MD Sequel Part 2 Chapter 29 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 29 - 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 29 - Mike Mom didn't announce that she was pregnant before she threw her wedding bouquet after all. She told me later she'd only threatened to do it to aggravate Grandfather. It sure worked! He was still red in the face and doing his "humpf humpf" routine when the reception was over. But I was real tickled with the idea that I was going to have a baby brother or sister. I went home with Dad after the reception. I was going to stay with him for the week Charlie and Mom were on their honeymoon. I decided I would work hard to make sure I called Charlie "Dad" when he got back. "How come you and Mom didn't have any more children?" I asked as we were driving home. He didn't answer for a few minutes. Then he told me, "Well, it's sort of complicated. At first we were really too young." "But you already had me." "We didn't exactly plan on having you. Course that turned out better than anyone would have thought." He reached over and squeezed my thigh. "But everybody agreed we were really too young to have any more children. I mean your mother's parents and mine both. So your mother went on birth control right away after you were born." "But what about late? I mean, when you weren't young any more." "Just for the record, we're still young. But I know what you meant. By the time we were finished with college and on our feet, we weren't having sex all that often. And I guess the truth is neither one of us ever brought the subject up. I think by then we both thought you ought to want a baby instead of having one by accident." "Couldn't Mom just stop taking the pill or something?" "She could have. But if she had, it would have been pretty much the same thing as deciding to have a baby. By then we knew what that involved. After all, we'd had you for about six years. We would have had to talk about it. She would never have done it on her own. And we never talked about it. I guess we both knew we weren't getting along the way we should have been. There didn't seem to be a good reason to have another child." "So what you're telling me is, it just didn't happen?" "That's probably right. For one reason or another, it just didn't happen." "I'm real excited about it now. It's gonna be great to have a little brother or sister." "To tell you the truth, I'm excited about it too. It's something they both want." "I hope they have a boy." "Whatever it is, it already is. Don't get your hopes up over something you might not get." "I'm not. But I'd like to have a little brother." "You won't get to be around him much while he's growing up. You'll be off to college by the time he's two." I didn't care about that. I made up my mind I was going to be close to my little brother no matter what. I didn't want to treat him the way Stu treated Chris. I told Chris about the baby Monday at school. "Man, that's great!" he said. "You know what that means, doncha?" I didn't know what he was talking about, but I did know Chris. I took it for granted it had something to do with sex. "What?" I asked him. "It means your Mom won't be putting out for Charlie much now. Stu says once a woman is pregnant, she won't put out any more because she's got an excuse not to. She probably won't let him do it again until the baby's like a year old." Hearing Stu's name connected to information about sex, I knew what Chris was telling me was another piece of The Truth which could not be questioned. "Why is that a good thing?" I asked. "Sounds like a loser for Charlie." "It means he's gonna be jerking off more. And that ups my chances for seeing him doing it. Call your mom and tell her I'm staying over at your house tonight." I didn't think anything was going to increase Chris's chances for seeing that, but I didn't tell him so. "I'm staying with my dad this week. Mom and Charlie are on their honeymoon, remember?" "Oh, yeah. I forgot. Then I'll stay next Monday night. They'll be back by then, right?" "Yeah, they're coming home Sunday. I'll tell mom about Monday. And I'm gonna stay at your house tomorrow night." "What're you, crazy? You're gonna come stay with me when you could be at your dad's?" I knew what was in his mind. He'd never turn down an opportunity to spend the night with my dad and I never had before either. "That's right. He's got something else to do tomorrow night that he's gonna be late getting home from, so I'm gonna stay with you." "That's cool." The look in his eyes told me what we'd be doing. That was fine by me. I told dad about it while we were cleaning up after supper that night. He was skipping the gym that week because I was staying with him. "How come? Bored with your old man?" "No. You've got a date tomorrow night and you don't need me hanging around." "A date? With who?" We'd moved to the bathroom and were waiting for the water in the shower to reach the right temperature. "Bob. You dating somebody else I don't know about? I called him yesterday and set it up." "You did what?" He was definitely surprised. He pulled his hand from under the shower, put both fists on his hips, and stared at me. "Well, you won't let him stay overnight with me here and I feel bad about you and him not seeing each other all this week. So I set it up for the two of you to have a date. Alone." "Did you tell him I didn't know about this?" "Sure did. He said you might not think it was a great idea." "I don't know what I think about it. I like having you here with me. And Bob and I go lots of weeks when we don't see each other alone." "I know that. I just didn't want this to be one of them. Ok?" "Yeah, it is. In fact, that was nice of you to think of it. Thanks." He had finally started to smile. "Don't mention it. I hope that means you're gonna make it up to me tonight for missing out on tomorrow night." "Your wish is my command," he said with a little bow. "Now get your butt into the shower." "Yes sir!" I said as I scooted past him. By the time we went to sleep that night I had cum twice and my asshole was throbbing from the long slow fucking he had given it. When Mom and Charlie got back from their honeymoon, I asked her to show me her belly so I could see the baby growing. At first she was a little embarrassed to do it, but after a while she gave in and let me look. I didn't see what the big deal was. It wasn't like she was naked or anything like she was in the pictures from their honeymoon. But I wasn't supposed to see them either. That pack was in with the other packs that were ok for everybody to see when Charlie gave them to me to look at. I didn't know until then that they went to a nude beach. I let Charlie tell me about it, how it worked and all, even though I already knew about it from my Dad. I asked him about getting a hardon and he told me he was afraid of it but it didn't happen to him. I didn't let on I knew about Dad and Mom going to the nude beach once upon a time. I figured it was one of the privacy things like Dad told me about. Anyhow, Mom wasn't hardly showing yet so there wasn't anything to see, but I kept asking her to feel her belly and pretty soon she got more comfortable with it. It was great to rub my hand around on her belly and know my little brother or sister was inside. And after a while she did start to show. I was surprised how big she got. I didn't know skin could stretch that far. When she got close to the baby being born, I couldn't figure out how she could stand up with all that in front of her. She said her back hurt a lot too. It also turned out Chris was right about Charlie jerking off more, but he was wrong about when it would start. The first few weeks after mom and Charlie got back from their honeymoon, Chris stayed over at our house like four times a week. I never went to his. And Charlie didn't come into the bathroom any of the mornings he was there even though he came in right on schedule every morning when I was there by myself. "I can't figure it out!" Chris told me at school one morning when he hadn't stayed over. "He came in that one time and then he never came in again." "Maybe you scared him off or something," I told him, knowing all the while that it was probably what I had told Charlie that kept him from coming in. "Yeah, sure! Like I was gonna jump him or something." "But you are if you get the chance, aren't you?" "I'd be more cool than just jumping him," Chris said with an indignant look on his face. I could see what would happen inside my head. Chris might think he was being more cool, but Charlie would definitely think he was being jumped. After about a month of Chris practically living at our house, he quit trying so hard. Pretty soon he was back to staying over one or two nights a week with me staying at his house about the same amount. Charlie, meanwhile, continued what he had been doing. Between the Wednesday nights and every other weekend I spent at my Dad's, the nights I spent at Chris's, and the nights Chris stayed with me, I only saw Charlie in the bathroom maybe twice a week. I got pretty used to him being naked and even hard on the days when Chris wasn't there, but since he wasn't jerking off in the shower, he didn't get to see me doing it either. I'm not a morning person, so it takes a lot to get me thinking about sex first thing after I wake up. Seeing Charlie jerking off that one time woke me right up and I couldn't wait to go to work on my own dick. But just seeing Charlie's dick wasn't enough to do the trick. For a few weeks after he and Mom came home from their honeymoon, Charlie wore a bathrobe in the mornings. It didn't make much difference in what I got to see because he took it off first thing and hung it on the back of the bathroom door next to mine. It was always still hanging there when I put mine on and left. But one morning he came in without it. "Hey, Dad, didja forget your robe?" I asked as I got out of the shower and started drying myself. "Oh, yeah," Charlie said, looking up from the sink to see the reflection of my robe hanging on the door alone. "Guess I did." "Doesn't matter. It's not like Mom and I don't know what you've got." I looked at his dick which was lying on the counter. He was exactly the right height that it always ended up there when he was shaving. Charlie laughed. "That's the truth. So I guess I don't have to bother with the robe any more. I've had to remember it every morning when you were home." "Why did you start wearing it? You didn't wear one all that time before you were married." "I don't know. I think I'd rather be naked anyhow." "I would too. That's the way it is at my Dad's place. We don't have to worry about wearing clothes much when it's only us there." "I used to like wearing clothes. Or at least I did it without thinking about it. Now I think sometimes how much I liked not wearing any when we were on our honeymoon. There was one time when I went the whole day without ever getting dressed." "That sounds great. I got to go to a place where I can do that sometime." "Maybe we can all do that together." "You mean you and me and Mom? I don't know if I can do that. I mean, in front of Mom." He laughed. "You mean you'd be ok being naked in front of the whole world of strangers but you wouldn't be ok in front of your Mom?" I felt kind of stupid when I thought about it. "Dumb, huh?" I said. "But I'd be embarrassed. You know?" He turned around and looked at me. "Let me guess. The real issue is you'd be afraid you'd get a hardon, right?" I hadn't thought about why I'd be embarrassed, but I knew he was right when he said it. "Yeah, I guess so." I grinned at him. He turned back to the sink and continued shaving. "Well, that's something you'll have to work out for yourself." He was quiet a few seconds and then he turned back to me and waved his razor in the air as he spoke. "But I'd give you even money it wouldn't happen. That's based on personal experience, though. I'm not an expert on hardons and when they pop up." "Boy, I sure am! And they always pop up when you don't want them." Charlie laughed and I started to laugh too. "Be grateful," he told me as he made his last swipe with the razor. "The day will come when you want one to pop up and nothing you do will make it happen." I never saw Charlie's robe again after that day. About the time my Mom was in her sixth month, Charlie started waking me. He told me it took her longer to get started in the mornings than it had, so he offered to help her out. I don't think he knew what a job he was taking on. Like I said, I'm not a morning person. When Chris stayed over, he would shove me out of bed and poke at me until we were in the bathroom. I really didn't have to wake up very much because he took care of everything until I got in the shower. Then the water woke me up. With Mom it was pretty much the same. She pulled me out of bed by my arm and kept me moving until she closed the bathroom door behind me. Then I was on my own. But Charlie didn't know what he was getting into. Mom told him, but he didn't think it could be as bad as she said. At first he tried knocking on my door and telling me it was time to get up. He didn't realize I would answer him without waking up. The first few mornings he called me, I really had to rush because he didn't come back to see what had happened to me until after he had had his shower. Then he started pulling me out of bed like my Mom told him to. But I would come up sort of limp with him supporting me. He tried that for a few days too. He told me after supper one night that trying to get me out of my pajamas was worse than putting shoes on a baby because I'd just collapse back on the bed while he was unbuttoning my shirt. "How come you wear pajamas anyhow?" he asked when we were alone. "I thought you liked being naked." "I wear `em because Mom comes in to wake me." "Oh. That again. What about when Chris stays over." "I don't wear anything then. Mom never comes in when he's here." "Well, I'm going to be the one waking you for the next couple months at least, so why don't you skip the pj's and give me a break." "Sure. I like it better sleeping that way anyhow." The next morning he pulled me out of bed and held me up as he walked me out my door and down the hall to the bathroom. When I realized I was in the middle of the hall naked and with a hardon, I came to in a flash and ran back to my room. Charlie was right behind me. "What's wrong?" he wanted to know. "I was out there naked! I had to get my bathrobe." "Believe me, your mother's not going to be coming down the hall while we're on our way to the bathroom. Honest." "I believe you. But I still feel better if I've got my bathrobe." The next time he pulled me out of bed, he waved my bathrobe in my face to show me he had it and then walked us both down the hall. I came to again, but I could see the bathrobe even though I wasn't wearing it and I remembered him promising me Mom wouldn't come out of her room. I stared down at his dick instead, which was three-quarters hard, and tried to remember if he had been that hard when he pulled me out of bed. When he got me into the bathroom, he asked if I was awake enough for him to let me go. When I told him I was, he released me and turned on the water in the shower. He had learned by this time that the way to wake me up was to push me under the running water. When the temperature was right, he shoved me in and closed the door. Then he shaved while I showered. We did the same thing every morning when I was home for the next couple of weeks. And I began to notice a few things. First off, he was always three-quarters or completely hard by the time I was awake enough to pay attention. I didn't know if he started off that way and just didn't droop or if he got hard holding on to me, but whichever it was, his dick was nearly always hard. I also noticed he stayed at least half hard while he shaved. And last of all, I noticed he was always still in the shower when I was leaving the bathroom. I finally figured out he was probably staying in there to jerk off after I left, so I sneaked a look and found out I was right. I got a hardon of my own then that stayed with me until the car pool pulled up to take me to school. At first I was going to tell Chris about it as soon as I got to school, but then I realized if I did, he'd start staying over every night again. I didn't want that to happen. That night I jerked off thinking about Charlie doing it in the shower. I decided I'd try to force myself to wake up faster in the mornings too. And I decided I could probably get away with some stuff because Charlie would be thinking I was still half asleep. The next morning when he pulled me out of bed, I made myself pay attention to what was going on. I wanted to end up pressing against Charlie's front instead of his side when I was standing up. It didn't work out that morning, but the next time he woke me it did. I felt our hard dicks rub against each other. That really woke me up. And Charlie was hard as a rock as he was dragging me down the hall. I noticed he stayed harder than usual while he shaved, and when I peeked back in after I'd left, he was jerking off in the shower. Two more times coming out of bed practically into Charlie's arms convinced me rubbing our dicks together was getting to him. I decided to take things the next step. I would really have liked it better if he had known I had seen him jerking off in the mornings after I left the bathroom, but I decided I was going to have to do it like I had with my Dad. After my Dad told me he sometimes jerked off in the shower, I had finally let him see me doing it and then he had let me see him doing it too. I decided to try the same thing with Charlie. I started with the dick rubbing when he pulled me out of bed. I also let my hand fall so I brushed it across his hard dick when we were shifting positions so we could walk down the hall. While he was getting the water temperature set in the shower, I told him, "I dunno what's the matter with me. I'm really horny this morning." When he looked at me, I wrapped my hand around my dick and squeezed it. "Being horny is normal for a guy your age," he told me. "Don't you get horny?" I asked. Then before he could answer, I said, "But I guess you don't, huh? I mean, you and Mom . . ." I let it trail off. "Your Mom's not much interested in sex nowadays. Women usually aren't late in their pregnancies." "Oh. Yeah, I guess so. So I guess you are horny. But you're not jerking off in the shower. At least, I haven't seen you do it. You said that was your favorite place too." He seemed to blush a little. "It still is my favorite place. And I have been doing it. You just haven't seen me. Here, the shower's ready." I stepped past him to get into the shower. As I did, I said, "You're gonna see me do it right now because I'll never get this hardon to go away any other way." I grabbed the soap, worked up a lather, and went to work on my dick. I know Charlie watched me because he didn't really start shaving until after I came. Until I did, he held the razor against his face and peered into the mirror. When I finished my shower, Charlie was rinsing his razor. He still had a full hardon. "Wow, you're still hard," I said, pointing to it. "Yeah, I am. I guess I'm horny like you were," he told me as he passed me to get into the shower. I had left the water running for him as I always did. I got my nerve up and went for it. "You gonna jerk off now too?" He didn't answer for a minute. Then he said, "Sure. Why not." And he went at it. I watched him in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I got a hardon again even though I'd just cum. The next couple of times I didn't say anything about it ahead of time, but I jerked off as soon as I got in the shower. Each time Charlie did it too right after me. The third time he asked me while I was still jerking, "What's with you? You seem like you're waking up a lot faster than you were." I decided to tell him the truth and see what happened. "I guess it's thinking about you jerking off. It makes me horny." He laughed. "If I had known that was all it was going to take to wake you up, I'd have started sooner." "It's sort of like we're doing it with each other, you know? I mean even though you're doing it after me." "I guess it is in a way." "I'll tell you a secret. Chris and I do it together too." "I figured that out already." I laughed, still stroking but doing it slowly. "I guess you know all about that from being a doctor, huh?" "Yes." "Did you have a friend you did it with when you were my age?" He turned and looked directly at me instead of looking at my reflection in the mirror. "To tell you the truth, I didn't. I didn't have any friends my age. I've never done it with somebody else." "Really? That's wild! You know what? You can do it with me if you want to. I think that'd be really cool." He stood there without saying anything for a minute or so. "I don't know." "Come on! It'll be cool." He didn't say anything again for a minute or so. Then he came over, slid open the door, and got in the shower with me. I handed him the soap and continued to stroke slowly as I watched him make a lather. His eyes closed with pleasure as he wrapped his hand around his dick and began to stroke. We stood there together and stroked, slowly at first and then faster as we got close to our orgasms. I shot first, unable to hold back any longer. I reached out and grabbed his arm for support as I came. He came right after me. As we did, we leaned into each other for support as we stroked our dicks gently through the aftershocks. "That was great!" I told him. He smiled sheepishly. "Yes, it was. It was very good." "I better get a move on or I'm gonna be late," I told him as I began to wash myself quickly. He stood back out of my way and waited. I squeezed his dick as I slid past him to get out of the shower. "I hope we get to do that again. It was really hot!" I told him. He didn't say anything, but he did smile at me as I slid the shower door closed behind me. 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.