Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2001 10:36:43 -0500 From: Tim Foure Subject: Me and Dad the Sequel, Chapter 32 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 32 - 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 32 - Mike Dad and I had a long talk about him and Bob the day after their date, and I knew that eventually they would move in together and it would mean he and I would stop having sex. But as the months passed, nothing much changed between me and Dad. I saw more of Bob because the three of us went out to dinner more often than we had before, but even when I would say Bob should come back to Dad's apartment, he would come up with some excuse not to. So finally one night while Dad went to the men's room, I told Bob, "You know, I know about sex. I mean how it works and all. You know my best friend Chris? Well, he and I do that kinda stuff all the time. So I'm not gonna be embarrassed if you and Dad do it while I'm staying with him. I mean, I'm gonna be sleeping on the sofa. You can just close the bedroom door." Bob turned red. "You might not be embarrassed, but I would." "Why?" He looked away for a minute and then back at me. "This is hard to explain. I know you know how sex works, and for all I know your dad tells you all about the sex he and I have. But you being in the next room and knowing what we were doing bothers me. It just does." "Dad doesn't tell me what you guys do. I mean, I don't know if you suck or fuck or what. But I sure know you do something. So what difference does it make if I know the exact minute you're doing it? 'Cause that's all we're talking about here." "I can't believe we're having this conversation." "Well, we are. And the deal is, I know he loves you. And I'm thinking you must love him too if you're planning on moving in together. So what's gonna happen when you do start living together? I'm planning on coming to stay with you guys, but I don't want that to mean you can't have sex while I'm there. I won't come if it does. I'd hate that, but that's what I'll do if I have to." "No, wait a minute. That can't happen. It would really hurt him if you stopped coming to stay." "Then you have to get over this thing about having sex while I'm around, ok?" "I don't see where I have any choice." "Good," I told him. I told my dad about the conversation on the way back to his apartment. "Don't you think you were a little rough on him?" he asked. "But, Dad, he's got to get over the problem he's got with this." "I've got the same problem, ya know. I'm not too crazy about the idea of you in the next room while we're having sex either." "Then you have to get over it too. Because it really will bother me to come stay with you once you're living together if I know that means you can't have sex when I'm there." "I can't believe you're blackmailing me about this." "I'm not blackmailing you!" "Well what do you call it then? You tell me either Bob and I promise to have sex while you're there or you won't come. That sounds like blackmail to me." "Think about it. You've only got the one bathroom. I'm gonna have to come through the bedroom to get to it so I'm gonna see the two of you in bed together. You have to get over letting that bother you because it sure doesn't bother me. And I'm the one that loses out here because you and I won't be doing it any more. I'm gonna miss doing it with you. A lot." "I will too, but you understand why it's gonna have to be that way." "Yeah, I do understand. Now you and Bob have got to understand why what I'm saying has to be that way too, ok?" "We'll work on it. That's the most I can promise." But a few weeks before Jason was born, the three of us had dinner together on a Friday night and Bob did come back to the apartment with us. They didn't make a big thing out of it, and neither did I when I got sheets from the closet and began to make up my bed on the sofa. As I settled in to sleep there for the first time ever, I remembered the reason Dad had bought the sofa in the first place was so I'd have a place to sleep when I came to visit him. It took it a while to happen, but now it finally had. As I lay there jerking off before I went to sleep, I thought about sneaking over to their door to listen or even to peek, but I knew there was no keyhole to look through and I was willing to bet they wouldn't make a sound. So as I stroked, I tried to imagine what they might be doing until the old familiar feeling started behind my balls and rose up my dick along with my cum. Since I hadn't thought ahead, I had to settle for wiping my hand on my underpants. I didn't mind so much missing the one night with my dad because I was having more sex during those weeks around the time Jason was born than I'd ever had before in my life. Chris and I spent two or three nights a week together and a lot of times we met after school for sex too. I stayed with my dad five nights out of every two weeks, and we always had sex except for that one night when Bob stayed too. And Charlie and I had worked our way up to jerking each other off every morning when I was home. I started to wonder what would happen when Mom began to be interested in sex again. I thought Charlie would probably lose interest in jerking off with me, but knowing what a great guy he was, he would do it anyhow if I wanted him to. We were doing it every morning I was home, but after I thought about it some, I realized I was asking him every time too. So soon after Jason was born, I decided I ought to ask him less often. The idea of not jerking off with Charlie a lot or even at all really didn't bother me so much. We did the same thing every time and we always seemed like we were rushing to cum. After I thought about that for a while, I realized Charlie was probably thinking about it as relief rather than fun. It really wasn't much different from what Chris and I had been doing before I started to teach him how to make it feel better by making it last. Once I started thinking that way, I talked to my dad about it. I told him the first time Charlie and I did it and I'd been telling him about each time after that. "You're probably right," he told me. "He was only looking for relief jerking off by himself until you worked it out so he would do it with you too. And I think you're doing the right thing letting him off the hook by not asking him as often. I'm pretty sure he'd keep on doing it with you if you pushed it because he wouldn't want you to think he was just using you because he wasn't having sex anywhere else." "I thought about that too. I could see how he might think that even though it was kind of the other way around. It was more like I took advantage of him." "I don't think that's true. He could always have said no. I think you just offered him the opportunity and he enjoyed doing it with you. You said he told you he didn't have any friends he did it with when he was young, so maybe he was just making up for lost time. Whatever the deal was, you slowing it down is a good idea. He can always ask you if he wants to do it with you." Of course Charlie never did ask. And when Dad and Bob finally did get around to moving in together, I knew I'd be back to just doing it with Chris the way I started. But then lots of things changed when Jason was born. First off, I couldn't believe how much I loved him. I'd hold him whenever Mom let me and I even changed his smelly diapers. But the first time I saw Mom breast feed him, my whole attitude toward stuff started to be different. I couldn't believe she was sitting there and just took her breast out. I was really embarrassed. But she straightened me out on my thinking about that. I guess I never thought about that being what a breast was for. I don't mean I didn't know because I did. But I didn't think about it that way. After that, I started to have a different attitude toward a lot of stuff. One thing I decided almost right away after Jason was born was that I wanted to have a son of my own. I told my dad about it one weekend. "You might want to wait a while before you follow through on that idea," he told me. "Which makes me think we ought to have a little talk about condoms and birth control." "I know about the pill. I mean, I know women take it and then they can't get pregnant. And I know what a condom is. I even saw one once. But I hear they take all the fun out of sex." "Well, first off, women who are on the pill usually can't get pregnant. But some still can. There's a joke about that. It says there's only way you can be absolutely sure a woman won't get pregnant using the pill and that's if she holds it between her knees." I tried to picture that. It didn't seem all that funny to me. I thought the point was you wouldn't be able to fuck her if she held her knees together. I didn't know a lot about what girls had between their legs, but I thought you ought to still be able to do it from the back even if she did have her knees together. I told my dad this. "You're probably right, though it'd be a tight fit and might not feel all that good to the woman. But the real point is that the only way to be sure not to get pregnant is not to have sex. Once you do, there's always a chance something will go wrong with whatever birth control you're using." "I'm not planning on having sex with any girls until I get ready to have a baby." "The thing about sex is, a lot of times it happens when you didn't plan it. And a lot of times when you do plan it, nothing happens. So I wouldn't be so sure you'll know when you are and when you aren't. Once you start dating - you are going to start dating, right? I mean, that's the point of this conversation isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, you can't have a baby without getting a girl in on it. I thought I ought to start getting to know some girls better." "Just don't get to know them that well real quick, ok? And carry a condom with you. That's what I was going to say. At least if you have one and you get farther than you expected to, you'll be prepared." "I heard it doesn't feel all that great if you do it with a condom." "Have you ever cum and it didn't feel all that great?" I was surprised he asked that. It seemed like a dumb question. "No, never. It always feels great." "That's the thing about sex. The worst sex you ever had was still great. Take my advice. Wear a condom if you do it with a girl." "Where can you get condoms? Do I have to go to a gas station someplace and get them out of the machine?" He laughed. "No. You can get them at the drugstore." "I never saw them there. Course I was never really looking for them either." "You probably have to ask for them." "Oh, right! I can just see me right now walking up to old Doc Wilson at the drugstore and asking him for condoms. He'd fall over dead." I didn't mention that I'd be too embarrassed to ask him in the first place. "You know, you're right. I wasn't thinking. He might give you a hard time about it. I'll get you some." He smiled at me and poked me on the shoulder. "After all, I've got a vested interest in making sure you don't get some girl pregnant." The following Friday night when Dad came home from work, he came into the kitchen where I was cooking and handed me a bag. "What's this?" I asked as I tried to open it with one hand while I continued to stir spaghetti sauce with the other. "Condoms. I didn't know how soon you were going to start getting to know some poor, unsuspecting girl, so I thought I'd better hurry up and buy them." "Are you sure these are the right size?" "Sure they are. I got you the junior size." "Hey! My dick's not that small!" Then I thought maybe I didn't know how they were supposed to fit and all, so I asked, "Is it?" He laughed at me. "No, it isn't. And as far as I know, condoms only come in one size. At least, nobody every offered to fit me with one when I've bought them before." I laughed too. "Chris'd love that job. Fitting guys with condoms." "I bet he would." "So will you show me how they work after supper?" Of course I kind of knew how they worked. They're this plastic bag you slide down over your dick and it holds your cum inside. But I figured there was probably a trick to it. It was starting to seem like there was a trick to just about everything. After our shower, we settled down on the bed so Dad could show me how to use them. I watched as he tore open the little foil package and took out a thing that looked like a white washer except the hole in the middle was closed with some stuff you could almost see through. I was really kind of fascinated by it. He held it out and I kept looking at it. "You know, they're a lot easier to get on if you have a hardon." "Huh? Oh, yeah." I was so interested in watching what he was doing that my dick wasn't even beginning to be hard. I grabbed it and started to pull it. After a few seconds, Dad said, "Give yourself a break. You're gonna rip it off." With that, he pushed me onto my back and sucked my soft dick into his mouth. It felt great and I started to get hard immediately. After a minute or two, he stopped. "We probably ought to dry it since the chances are the sweet young thing you're planning on screwing won't be willing to suck your dick for a while first." "Yeah, I heard girls don't like to do that. Go figure." He gave me a really funny look. "Ok, here's how it works. You pinch a place like this and hold it so it'll stick off the end of your dick after you've got it on. That's to hold your cum. Then you roll the rest of it down your dick." "I thought you just pulled it on. Kinda like a sock." "Not possible. But you can unroll it and try if you want to." I decided to try it his way. It seemed like you had to have three hands to make it work. I kept trying to get it on but without having any success. It was slick and kept sliding off the head of my dick. "Is the girl supposed to help you do this?" I asked him. "To tell you the truth, if you're really trying to seduce a girl, you have to be able to get it on with one hand. So she won't know what you're up to." "I guess I won't be doing any of that seducing stuff then. Can you show me how to do this?" He took the condom, pinched a piece of the end, and rolled it down my dick using just two fingers. It felt wonderful as it rolled down. "All there is to it," he told me. "You make it look easy." "I've had a little more practice. And it's lubricated. That makes it harder to hold onto." "How come it's lubricated? I thought girls were lubricated already." "Well, sometimes they are and sometimes they aren't. That depends on how excited they are. And a condom feels better if it's lubricated on the inside too." "It kinda surprised me how good it felt when you rolled it down my dick. Was that because it's lubricated?" "No, it always feels that way. Being lubricated lets it slide up and down on your dick while you're fucking. See?" He reached out, took a firm hold on my dick with his whole fist, and began to stroke. His fist slid up and down the outside of the condom, which I could feel. But after a minute the condom started sliding up and down a little ways on my dick and that really felt good. After he'd done it a little while, I could feel an orgasm building up inside me. I knew it wouldn't take long so I just lay back on the bed and enjoyed it. When it happened, it was better than any orgasm I'd ever had from jerking off before, even the ones where somebody else did it to me. I asked my dad about it. "The lubrication probably helped," he told me. "It's even better if you can put a dab of lubricant inside so it slides more against your dick." Something suddenly occurred to me. "Is that what it feels like to jerk off when you aren't circumcised?" "Yeah, I guess it is in a way. So now you know," he told me. 'And I know how it's going to be for Jason when he can start jerking off,' I thought. I kept the condom on while I lay my head in my dad's lap and began to suck his dick. He lay back on the bed and let me play. I spent a lot of time fooling with his foreskin with my tongue and thinking about how great it would be to still have my own. But at least I knew what it felt like now. 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. Dad and I had a long talk about him and Bob the day after their date, and I knew that eventually they would move in together and it would mean he and I would stop having sex. But as the months passed, nothing much changed between me and Dad. I saw more of Bob because the three of us went out to dinner more often than we had before, but even when I would say Bob should come back to Dad's apartment, he would come up with some excuse not to. So finally one night while Dad went to the men's room, I told Bob, "You know, I know about sex. I mean how it works and all. You know my best friend Chris? Well, he and I do that kinda stuff all the time. So I'm not gonna be embarrassed if you and Dad do it while I'm staying with him. I mean, I'm gonna be sleeping on the sofa. You can just close the bedroom door." Bob turned red. "You might not be embarrassed, but I would." "Why?" He looked away for a minute and then back at me. "This is hard to explain. I know you know how sex works, and for all I know your dad tells you all about the sex he and I have. But you being in the next room and knowing what we were doing bothers me. It just does." "Dad doesn't tell me what you guys do. I mean, I don't know if you suck or fuck or what. But I sure know you do something. So what difference does it make if I know the exact minute you're doing it ? 'Cause that's all we're talking about here." "I can't believe we're having this conversation." "Well, we are. And the deal is, I know he loves you. And I'm thinking you must love him too if you're planning on moving in together. So what's gonna happen when you do start living together? I 'm planning on coming to stay with you guys, but I don't want that to mean you can't have sex while I'm there. I won't come if it does. I'd hate that, but that's what I'll do if I have to." "No, wait a minute. That can't happen. It would really hurt him if you stopped coming to stay." "Then you have to get over this thing about having sex while I'm around, ok?" "I don't see where I have any choice." "Good," I told him. I told my dad about the conversation on the way back to his apartment. "Don't you think you were a little rough on him?" he asked. "But, Dad, he's got to get over the problem he's got with this." "I've got the same problem, ya know. I'm not too crazy about the idea of you in the next room while we're having sex either." "Then you have to get over it too. Because it really will bother me to come stay with you once you're living together if I know that means you can't have sex when I'm there." "I can't believe you're blackmailing me about this." "I'm not blackmailing you!" "Well what do you call it then? You tell me either Bob and I promise to have sex while you're there or you won't come. That sounds like blackmail to me." "Think about it. You've only got the one bathroom. I'm gonna have to come through the bedroom to get to it so I'm gonna see the two of you in bed together. You have to get over letting that bother you because it sure doesn't bother me. And I'm the one that loses out here because you and I won't be doing it any more. I'm gonna miss doing it with you. A lot." "I will too, but you understand why it's gonna have to be that way." "Yeah, I do understand. Now you and Bob have got to understand why what I'm saying has to be that way too, ok?" "We'll work on it. That's the most I can promise." But a few weeks before Jason was born, the three of us had dinner together on a Friday night and Bob did come back to the apartment with us. They didn't make a big thing out of it, and neither did I when I got sheets from the closet and began to make up my bed on the sofa. As I settled in to sleep there for the first time ever, I remembered the reason Dad had bought the sofa in the first place was so I'd have a place to sleep when I came to visit him. It took it a while to happen, but now it finally had. As I lay there jerking off before I went to sleep, I thought about sneaking over to their door to listen or even to peek, but I knew there was no keyhole to look through and I was willing to bet they wouldn't make a sound. So as I stroked, I tried to imagine what they might be doing until the old familiar feeling started behind my balls and rose up my dick along with my cum. Since I hadn't thought ahead, I had to settle for wiping my hand on my underpants. I didn't mind so much missing the one night with my dad because I was having more sex during those weeks around the time Jason was born than I'd ever had before in my life. Chris and I spent two or three nights a week together and a lot of times we met after school for sex too. I stayed with my dad five nights out of every two weeks, and we always had sex except for that one night when Bob stayed too. And Charlie and I had worked our way up to jerking each other off every morning when I was home. I started to wonder what would happen when Mom began to be interested in sex again. I thought Charlie would probably lose interest in jerking off with me, but knowing what a great guy he was, he would do it anyhow if I wanted him to. We were doing it every morning I was home, but after I thought about it some, I realized I was asking him every time too. So soon after Jason was born, I decided I ought to ask him less often. The idea of not jerking off with Charlie a lot or even at all really didn't bother me so much. We did the same thing every time and we always seemed like we were rushing to cum. After I thought about that for a while, I realized Charlie was probably thinking about it as relief rather than fun. It really wasn't much different from what Chris and I had been doing before I started to teach him how to make it feel better by making it last. Once I started thinking that way, I talked to my dad about it. I told him the first time Charlie and I did it and I'd been telling him about each time after that. "You're probably right," he told me. "He was only looking for relief jerking off by himself until you worked it out so he would do it with you too. And I think you're doing the right thing letting him off the hook by not asking him as often. I'm pretty sure he'd keep on doing it with you if you pushed it because he wouldn't want you to think he was just using you because he wasn't having sex anywhere else." "I thought about that too. I could see how he might think that even though it was kind of the other way around. It was more like I took advantage of him." "I don't think that's true. He could always have said no. I think you just offered him the opportunity and he enjoyed doing it with you. You said he told you he didn't have any friends he did it with when he was young, so maybe he was just making up for lost time. Whatever the deal was, you slowing it down is a good idea. He can always ask you if he wants to do it with you." Of course Charlie never did ask. And when Dad and Bob finally did get around to moving in together, I knew I'd be back to just doing it with Chris the way I started. But then lots of things changed when Jason was born. First off, I couldn't believe how much I loved him. I'd hold him whenever Mom let me and I even changed his smelly diapers. But the first time I saw Mom breast feed him, my whole attitude toward stuff started to be different. I couldn't believe she was sitting there and just took her breast out. I was really embarrassed. But she straightened me out on my thinking about that. I guess I never thought about that being what a breast was for. I don't mean I didn't know because I did. But I didn't think about it that way. After that, I started to have a different attitude toward a lot of stuff. One thing I decided almost right away after Jason was born was that I wanted to have a son of my own. I told my dad about it one weekend. "You might want to wait a while before you follow through on that idea," he told me. "Which makes me think we ought to have a little talk about condoms and birth control." "I know about the pill. I mean, I know women take it and then they can't get pregnant. And I know what a condom is. I even saw one once. But I hear they take all the fun out of sex." "Well, first off, women who are on the pill usually can't get pregnant. But some still can. There's a joke about that. It says there's only way you can be absolutely sure a woman won't get pregnant using the pill and that's if she holds it between her knees." I tried to picture that. It didn't seem all that funny to me. I thought the point was you wouldn't be able to fuck her if she held her knees together. I didn't know a lot about what girls had between their legs, but I thought you ought to still be able to do it from the back even if she did have her knees together. I told my dad this. "You're probably right, though it'd be a tight fit and might not feel all that good to the woman. But the real point is that the only way to be sure not to get pregnant is not to have sex. Once you do, there's always a chance something will go wrong with whatever birth control you're using." "I'm not planning on having sex with any girls until I get ready to have a baby." "The thing about sex is, a lot of times it happens when you didn't plan it. And a lot of times when you do plan it, nothing happens. So I wouldn't be so sure you'll know when you are and when you aren't. Once you start dating - you are going to start dating, right? I mean, that's the point of this conversation isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, you can't have a baby without getting a girl in on it. I thought I ought to start getting to know some girls better." "Just don't get to know them that well real quick, ok? And carry a condom with you. That's what I was going to say. At least if you have one and you get farther than you expected to, you'll be prepared." "I heard it doesn't feel all that great if you do it with a condom." "Have you ever cum and it didn't feel all that great?" I was surprised he asked that. It seemed like a dumb question. "No, never. It always feels great." "That's the thing about sex. The worst sex you ever had was still great. Take my advice. Wear a condom if you do it with a girl." "Where can you get condoms? Do I have to go to a gas station someplace and get them out of the machine?" He laughed. "No. You can get them at the drugstore." "I never saw them there. Course I was never really looking for them either." "You probably have to ask for them." "Oh, right! I can just see me right now walking up to old Doc Wilson at the drugstore and asking him for condoms. He'd fall over dead." I didn't mention that I'd be too embarrassed to ask him in the first place. "You know, you're right. I wasn't thinking. He might give you a hard time about it. I'll get you some." He smiled at me and poked me on the shoulder. "After all, I've got a vested interest in making sure you don't get some girl pregnant." The following Friday night when Dad came home from work, he came into the kitchen where I was cooking and handed me a bag. "What's this?" I asked as I tried to open it with one hand while I continued to stir spaghetti sauce with the other. "Condoms. I didn't know how soon you were going to start getting to know some poor, unsuspecting girl, so I thought I'd better hurry up and buy then." "Are you sure these are the right size?" "Sure they are. I got you the junior size." "Hey! My dick's not that small!" Then I thought maybe I didn't know how they were supposed to fit and all, so I asked, "Is it?" He laughed at me. "No, it isn't. And as far as I know, condoms only come in one size. At least, nobody every offered to fit me with one when I've bought them before." I laughed too. "Chris'd love that job. Fitting guys with condoms." "I bet he would." "So will you show me how they work after supper?" Of course I kind of knew how they worked. They're this plastic bag you slide down over your dick and it holds your cum inside. But I figured there was probably a trick to it. It was starting to seem like there was a trick to just about everything. After our shower, we settled down on the bed so Dad could show me how to use them. I watched as he tore open the little foil package and took out a thing that looked like a white washer except the hole in the middle was closed with some stuff you could almost see through. I was really kind of fascinated by it. He held it out and I kept looking at it. "You know, they're a lot easier to get on if you have a hardon." "Huh? Oh, yeah." I was so interested in watching what he was doing that my dick wasn't even beginning to be hard. I grabbed it and started to pull it. After a few seconds, Dad said, "Give yourself a break. You're gonna rip it off." With that, he pushed me onto my back and sucked my soft dick into his mouth. It felt great and I started to get hard immediately. After a minute or two, he stopped. "We probably ought to dry it since the chances are the sweet young thing you're planning on screwing won't be willing to suck your dick for a while first." "Yeah, I heard girls don't like to do that. Go figure." He gave me a really funny look. "Ok, here's how it works. You pinch a place like this and hold it so it'll stick off the end of your dick after you've got it on. That's to hold your cum. Then you roll the rest of it down your dick." "I thought you just pulled it on. Kinda like a sock." "Not possible. But you can unroll it and try if you want to." I decided to try it his way. It seemed like you had to have three hands to make it work. I kept trying to get it on but without having any success. It was slick and kept sliding off the head of my dick. "Is the girl supposed to help you do this?" I asked him. "To tell you the truth, if you're really trying to seduce a girl, you have to be able to get it on with one hand. So she won't know what you're up to." "I guess I won't be doing any of that seducing stuff then. Can you show me how to do this?" He took the condom, pinched a piece of the end, and rolled it down my dick using just two fingers. It felt wonderful as it rolled down. "All there is to it," he told me. "You make it look easy." "I've had a little more practice. And it's lubricated. That makes it harder to hold onto." "How come it's lubricated? I thought girls were lubricated already." "Well, sometimes they are and sometimes they aren't. That depends on how excited they are. And a condom feels better if it's lubricated on the inside too." "It kinda surprised me how good it felt when you rolled it down my dick. Was that because it's lubricated?" "No, it always feels that way. Being lubricated lets it slide up and down on your dick while you're fucking. See?" He reached out, took a firm hold on my dick with his whole fist, and began to stroke. His fist slid up and down the outside of the condom, which I could feel. But after a minute the condom started sliding up and down a little ways on my dick and that really felt good. After he'd done it a little while, I could feel an orgasm building up inside me. I knew it wouldn't take long so I just lay back on the bed and enjoyed it. When it happened, it was better than any orgasm I'd ever had from jerking off before, even the ones where somebody else did it to me. I asked my dad about it. "The lubrication probably helped," he told me. "It's even better if you can put a dab of lubricant inside so it slides more against your dick." Something suddenly occurred to me. "Is that what it feels like to jerk off when you aren't circumcised?" "Yeah, I guess it is in a way. So now you know," he told me. 'And I know how it's going to be for Jason when he can start jerking off,' I thought. I kept the condom on while I lay my head in my dad's lap and began to suck his dick. He lay back on the bed and let me play. I spent a lot of time fooling with his foreskin with my tongue and thinking about how great it would be to still have my own. But at least I knew what it felt like now. 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.