Date: Mon, 01 Oct 2001 09:44:34 -0500
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel, Chapter 30

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 30 - 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.
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Chapter 30 - Dave

For some reason the date Mike set up for me and Bob had a special quality
about it. It was different from the casual way Bob and I usually got
together. It wasn't just that it was planned because Bob and I usually
compared our schedules. We knew what each other would be doing as much as
two weeks in advance and we got together every time we could. We preferred
each other's company to almost anyone else's even when there was no
possibility that sex would occur. But our relationship had stalled at the
good friend/fuck buddy stage, something which we now both took for granted.
Mike's giving up spending a night with me, a thing I knew was important to
him, to set up a date for us that would almost certainly lead to sex gave
our meeting a different character. I felt he intended to give us a little
push to get us moving again, the kind of push you give your car when you tap
the gas pedal to get over a speed bump. But whatever the cause, I felt the
difference immediately when I saw Bob sitting at our table in our
restaurant.

When he saw me, his face opened into a welcoming smile. That smile always
made me feel good, but this time it also prompted a tingling in my balls. I
wondered if he also felt there was something special about this date, and
after a while I knew he did.

Dinner turned out to be a romantic event quite unlike our usual dinners
together. We usually talked about the ordinary things of our lives, sharing
as much of ourselves as we could. This time our conversation kept drifting
into our feelings about each other. And it kept tapering off into silence
and shy looks. By the time we were finished eating, I was anxious to get
back to his apartment, which was nearer the restaurant than my own.

"I wish I could hold your hand," he told me as we walked quickly in the
direction of his building.

"We'd be locked up if you did," I said, sliding my hands into my pockets in
case he decided he didn't care about the consequences.

"That's the only thing keeping me from doing it."

He unlocked and opened the door to his apartment, taking hold of my arm as I
went past him and keeping me from going very far into the living room. As he
closed the door behind us, I felt his other arm slide around my waist. His
arms crossed over my belly as he pulled me back against him. His lips
touched the muscle of my neck behind and below my ear. They were wet, as was
his tongue. He nibbled the muscle with his lips and licked it with his
tongue. My dick, already hard, went rigid and throbbed. I could feel the wet
spot starting to form as my precum began to soak into my boxers.

"You've been sweating," he whispered from just behind my ear. "You taste
salty."

"I took a shower when I got home from work, but then I got nervous. Sorry."

"I wasn't complaining. I like the taste," he said, sucking gently on the
muscle again as if to prove he meant it. What he was doing sent jolts of
pleasure down the muscle and into my crotch

I crossed my arms over his and pressed backwards into his body. I could feel
his hard dick through our clothes as it pressed into the valley between my
cheeks.

"What were you nervous about?" he asked. "Usually I'm the nervous one."

"I dunno Seeing you, I guess." It was hard to explain.

He ran the tip of his tongue up the back of my ear and then down again,
sucking on the lobe for a few seconds before releasing it. "Did you think I
wouldn't come? You had to know I'd be there." He pulled my shirt out of my
slacks and slid his hands under it, moving them upwards slowly through the
hair until his thumbs rested on my nipples. He began to suck gently on my
earlobe again while he rubbed the balls of his thumbs lightly across my
nipples. "You're warm and soft." I felt his fingers moving in my chest hair.

I shivered as I answered him. "No, I knew you'd be there. But tonight was
important. I thought it would be anyhow." I shivered again as the tip of his
tongue moved into my ear.

"Every night with you is important to me," he whispered into my ear, the
breath cooling the wetness from his tongue. "But I was thinking tonight
might be more important too."

I wanted to ask why, but I knew I needed to let him tell me in his own time,
to explain how he had gotten to the important thing he wanted to tell me.

"Open your slacks and let them drop," he told me. "And push your shorts down
as far as you can. I don't want to stop touching you long enough to do it."
He moved his mouth to the other side of my neck and began to squeeze the
muscle there with his lips. His fingers continued to move through my chest
hair while his thumbs tweaked the hard protruding points of my nipples.

I fumbled with my belt, the catch on my slacks, and the zipper. When I let
go of my slacks, they fell to my feet, carried down by the weight of my
wallet and keys. I pushed my boxers down as far as I could without leaning
over. I didn't want to break contact with his mouth.

When he finished with my ear, he suddenly pulled my shirt up. I realized
what he wanted and raised my own arms over my head, letting him slide my
shirt up and off my hands without unbuttoning it. As it dropped, he took
each of my hands in his and held them up as his mouth left a trail of wet
kisses down my neck to my shoulder. He moved his hands down my arms toward
my shoulder, caressing both arms lightly at the same time. He moved his
fingers through the hair in my armpits and across my chest to my nipples,
where they stopped. If I hadn't been so excited, it would have tickled.
Instead it fueled my lust. He took each nipple between a thumb and finger
and began to caress and squeeze them lightly. I lowered my arms and lay my
head back onto his shoulder as he continued to kiss and lick the skin of my
upper back.

After a while he began to kiss lower on my back. As his mouth moved down my
back, his hands did the same on my chest and belly. He kissed the small of
my back, his tongue making small circles on my skin as his hands moved to
the waistband of my boxers and pushed them down to my feet. He kissed random
places on my butt, each kiss wet and sensual, as his thumbs moved to the
base of my dick and his fingers cupped my already tight balls.

As his fingers began to caress my balls, I felt his mouth at the top of my
crack. His lips pressed against it as his tongue moved back and forth at the
beginning of the valley. Slowly he worked his way downward dragging his
tongue through the hair.

"Lean forward," he told me.

His thumbs began to push on the shaft of my dick right at the base. I bent
from the waist until the pressure stopped. His tongue resumed its downward
journey in my crack, lapping at the hair as it went. I had to support myself
with my hands on my thighs.

When his tongue was near my asshole, he told me, "Lift your foot." He took
hold of my shoe through the pile of boxers and slacks and kept hold of it as
I stepped out of my shoe and my clothes with one motion. "Now spread your
legs more."

As soon as I did, I felt his tongue stab my asshole. I hissed as the
pleasure spread outward from his touch. He alternated lapping and
penetrating me with his tongue while his fingers continued to caress my
balls. I could see the precum dripping from the end of my dick in long shiny
strands.

After a long time he told me, "Stand up straight."

He moved around me on the floor as I did. His hands went back to my balls.
He stuck out his tongue and moved it slowly toward me. My dick was lifting
and dropping through a short arc in time with the beating of my heart. It
seemed to take forever for his tongue to reach me, but at last it was there
as my dick dropped onto it. I felt an immediate jolt of pleasure when the
two made contact.

I thought he would lick my dick or begin sucking it, but he held his head
steady and let my dick lift off of his tongue with my next heartbeat and
then fall back onto it again. It happened over and over. I began to think I
might cum just from that when he suddenly leaned forward and took my whole
dick into his mouth, deep throating me and pressing his nose into my pubic
hair. I moaned my pleasure and surprise as he worked his throat muscles on
the head.

He began to piston his head back and forth on my dick, slowly at first and
then faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum!" I told him, though I was sure he already knew that.

He continued to increase his speed gradually. When the first wave of
pleasure washed over me, I had to lean forward and support myself with my
hands on his shoulders. The position locked my knees or I would certainly
have collapsed in front of him. When the aftershocks were over and he
finally released my dick, I did drop to my knees, wrapping my arms around
him and kissing him deeply.

"Thank you," I told him when we broke apart.

"I enjoyed it as much as you did," he said, unfastening his belt.

The front of his slacks were soaked with his precum, something that happened
to him whenever he stayed excited for very long. But when he opened them and
pulled his shorts away from his crotch, I could see he had cum as well.

"I've never had that happen before, cumming just from doing someone else,"
he told me. "It was a shock."

I reached into his shorts, taking hold of his sticky, shrinking dick as I
kissed him again. "Looks like I don't owe you one after all," I said with a
laugh.

"Nope. We came out even that time for sure."

I pulled out my hand, my palm covered with his cum, and told him, "I guess
we better get you out of those clothes and start cleaning you up."

He took hold of my hand and wiped it down his shirt, leaving a trail of cum.
"There's a start," he told me.

We both laughed.

Half an hour later we were lying naked on his bed, him with his head on my
shoulder and me running my finger through the hair on his chest. We'd been
lying there in companionable silence since he'd gotten out of the shower. I
was thinking about how happy I could be just having him there. And I was
wondering when he would tell me what he had on his mind. Whatever it was, I
couldn't imagine it would be something I wouldn't want to hear given the way
things were going so far.

After a few minutes more of that passive pleasure, he turned on his side
toward me, put his leg over mine, and threaded his fingers into the hair on
my chest.

"Kiss," he said, raising his face towards mine.

I lifted my head and met his lips, putting my hand on the back of his head
to bring us together.

When the kiss ended, he lay his cheek on my chest between my nipple and my
collar bone. "I've been thinking," he told me as he drew strands of my chest
hair through his fingers.

"Uh oh. Am I gonna like this?" I wondered why he wasn't looking at me as he
spoke.

"I think so. Well, maybe I hope so. But I really do hope you will."

"So tell me."

"I really enjoyed our date tonight. And I thought about it as a date, too.
It wasn't like it has been lately when we've been getting together. There
was something special about it."

"I thought there was too."

"And I figured out why that was. Mike setting it up like he did and wanting
us to be together enough that he gave me a night when he could've stayed
with you, that was like a present he gave both of us. And I think it kind of
pushed me past a hump I was having trouble getting over in my thinking."

As he talked, his hand moved down my chest and belly until it reached my
dick. He began to play with it, but in an idle way. Even though what he was
doing wasn't sexual, more blood flowed into my dick making it meatier and
probably warmer but still not hard. What he was doing reminded me of the way
he'd played with it when we first started seeing each other and he finally
had the freedom to touch and inspect someone else's dick as much he wanted
to. He still did that from time to time.

"You know it blew me away when I found out Mike knew you and I were sleeping
together," he continued.

"Yeah, I know. But Mike and I are honest with each other about sex."

"Him accepting it like he did, that was more than I was ready for. That was
something I realized I was still having trouble accepting about myself."

I was surprised to hear that because he'd worked his way so carefully
through the issues of his sexuality. I must have made a sound in reply,
considering what he said next.

"Oh, I don't mean the fact that I'm gay. Or maybe bisexual considering my
marriage and all, but if I'm bisexual, the needle's so far in the gay
direction now that it doesn't make any difference. I mean what I was having
trouble with was the idea that I could have a relationship with another man,
a romantic relationship. I just couldn't get past the stereotypes I had in
my head. I told you about that before."

"Yeah, you did."

"But Mike knew we were having sex and he didn't seem to expect either one of
us to be any different than the way we were. I mean, he didn't have a
problem with two men loving each other and having sex with each other and
still being men." He continued to play with my dick, sliding the skin slowly
on and off the head.

I was tempted to tell him about my own sexual relationship with Mike so he
would understand how much Mike knew about men and the possibilities of their
sexuality, but I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea of it and
didn't know what it would add to his understanding.

After a pause, he continued. "So the deal is, I love you and I'm ready to
ask you if you're willing to try to make a life with me. I suppose it's kind
of like me asking you to marry me except for us not being able to do that."
After he finished, he turned his head up so he could look at my face. I
don't know if he was grinning on purpose or if the grin was just the result
of the position he was in.

I raised my head, took hold of his, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
"Yes, I do want us to make a life together. But what about your kids?" One
of the concerns he had was how his children would react to finding out he
was gay.

"If Mike can adjust to his dad being gay, then they can too. But I think I
want to take it a little slow at first. Get them used to the idea in stages
before we actually move in together. Is that ok?"

"I think it's the best way to do it. But what happens if they don't accept
it? And what about Brenda?"

"I think the kids will come around. And if they won't, then that's their
loss. I love them. I want them in my life and I want to be in theirs. But
this is the way my life is going to go now. I've lived according to somebody
else's rules all my life and all that did was screw things up. Now I'm going
to do what's right for me. As for Brenda, I think she's already figured it
out. We're still getting along better than we ever did when we were married.
I really think she'll help me with the kids."

"I hope you're right," I told him as I kissed him again.

After that there was no more talk for quite a while. I rolled on top of him,
bringing him to the edge of an orgasm quickly even though I'd tried every
trick I knew to make it last. We'd been working on his control, but he still
had a hair trigger. It had seemed strange to me that Mike and even Chris
could learn to hold back in spite of the raging hormones of adolescence
while Bob could be driven over the edge almost immediately even when he said
he was trying to hold back. I finally realized it was the way he'd been
trained by the sex he'd had with both men and women. His partners had always
been in a hurry, either to reach their own orgasm or, in the case of his
wife, to get it over with. If Bob wanted to cum, he'd had to rush his own
orgasm or be left to jerk off at the end. So we made up a pattern of our own
which brought him near the point of no return and then let him cool down
somewhat as he worked to excite me.

Since he was willing to play with my dick for long periods of time without
trying to make me cum, we lasted a very long while before he told me he
wanted me inside of him. I brought him to the edge of orgasm again with my
mouth while I lubed his asshole. I entered him slowly, letting him adjust to
me, and I fucked him slowly, taking care to rub his prostate only on the
third or fourth inward stroke. We were both frantic with the need to cum by
the time I brought him off. He shot first, coating his belly and chest. The
spasms of his orgasm took me over the edge too. As I finished shooting into
him, I leaned forward, lay on him, and kissed him deeply.

Later when we were drifting off to sleep, I began to think of the changes I
would make in my life when we finally began to live together. Larry had
already told me he would miss our having sex, but that he understood that we
would have to stop if Bob and I got together. I wondered about Mike and how
he would react to the same news.

To be continued
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