Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 07:50:52 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: MD Sequel Chapter 35 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 35 - 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 35 - Mike Around one o'clock Sandra said she was ready for lunch. She put on a little top that came down just far enough to cover her breasts and a skirt that tied in a knot on her hip and looked as if it was the only thing she was wearing from the waist down. Barry and I pulled on T-shirts and he slipped on a pair of shorts. We couldn't go into the dining room dressed as we were and really didn't want to anyhow so we went to the buffet, loaded up our plates, and found a table with an umbrella on the patio near the ocean. As soon as we were settled, we began talking again. They were both easy to talk to. It was beginning to feel like I'd known them a long time instead of just a few hours. When we finished eating, Sandra said the heat had gotten to her and she was going up for a nap. "I'll grace y'all with my presence in the cool of the evening," she said in an exaggerated southern accent. Barry and I decided a nap didn't sound like a bad idea, particularly since it had definitely gotten hotter. It probably seemed even hotter than it was because we were accustomed to the later winter weather we'd left behind. We followed her, catching up with her at the elevator. It turned out my room was two floors up from theirs. When Sandra and Barry got out of the elevator, Barry put his hand in the door to keep it from closing and said, "I almost forgot about the suit. Want to come get it now?" I'd fantasized about wearing it while we were lying in the sun, but the idea that I'd actually do it was another thing. "I dunno," I said. "I don't know if I can see myself in it." "You boys decide," Sandra said as she turned away and started down the hall. "I need to wash off this grease and have a nap." "Suit yourself," Barry said. "But you really are welcome to it. If you want, you can try it on and then decide." As I was trying to make up my mind, the elevator began to beep. For some reason that decided me. "Ok, what the heck. I'll try it," I said as I jumped out of the elevator and he let go of the doors. Barry let us into his room. I'd seen Sandra go into the room next to it just as I'd stepped out of the elevator. Just to make conversation, I said, "Sandra's right next door, huh?" "Yes, right through that door," he told me, pointing to a door next to the bed. "Handy," I said, having no idea what I meant. It was just something to say. "We're used to sharing living space. We share a condo at school our parents bought as an investment. It's a major improvement over living in the dorms," he said as he opened a drawer and took out half a dozen identical bathing suits, each in a different vivid color. He spread them on the bed and told me to take my pick. As I looked at them, he pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts, kicking them into the air and catching as they reached the top of their arc and started to fall. "I guess it is a lot nicer to have a place of your own," I told him as I eyed the suits. "Believe me, it is. Which one do you fancy?" "To tell you the truth, I'm afraid I'll look stupid wearing one of these." After I said it, it occurred to me he might think I thought he looked stupid too. "I mean, on you it looks great. You've got such a good shape and all. And you're not hairy." "You don't have to be hairy either if you don't want to be. I have more body hair than you, but I shaved it off so I'd tan better. And I'd lay money you'll look good in it too." "You really shaved off all your hair?" I asked. It was almost beyond imagination. "Yes. Except for this little pointer patch," he said as he rubbed his hand over the hair on his lower belly and let his fingers go a little ways into his suit. "It was practically the first thing I did after we got here. That's why you didn't feel any stubble when you were putting the sunblock on me." He rubbed his hand over his left cheek as if to illustrate what he was saying. "That's wild," I said. I could imagine what Chris would say when I told him. "But you can wear one of these without shaving. What have you decided?" "Sure, why not. I'll try the red one." I started to pull the T-shirt over my head. "But you know what? I'll mess it up if I try it now. I'm pretty greasy feeling." "That's the only thing wrong with that sunblock. It works like a charm, but it leaves you feeling seriously dirty." "I'll go take a shower and come right back. I mean, unless you're gonna take a nap right away." I hadn't lost my nerve. I really was thinking I'd get the suit dirty. "I'm not in a hurry for a nap any more. I've waked up since we came into the air conditioning. You can take the suit with you if you want," he told me. "Or you can take a shower here. Plenty of dry towels." I thought about it. If I took the suit with me, I could try it on in private. But unless I chickened out completely, I'd have to show it to him and probably Sandra too. If I stayed and took a shower in his room, there was a good chance I'd get to see him naked since he'd probably be taking one too. He was a good looking guy. I didn't think anything would happen, especially with his sister right next door. But I still wanted to see him naked. I started pulling the T-shirt over my head again. "I'll take a shower here if it's really ok with you." "Super," he said as he pulled down his suit, held it as he stepped out of it, and added it to the pile of shirt and shorts he'd already taken off. I tried to get a look at him without really staring at him. His dick was mashed into his pubic hair when he pulled the suit down. When he stood up, he ran his hand over it and freed it. I saw then that he was uncut as he flipped it up and let it fall back over his balls. It looked about the same size as Chris's when his is soft. I pulled my trunks down and took them off, standing there in my jock while I laid them on top of my shirt. "That thing's bigger than my suit," he told me, pointing at the jock. He was looking right at me and not making any effort to hide the fact. I took hold of the waistband in both hands and held it out slightly from my body as I looked down at it. "It was the only one I had. I know it's not really a swimmer supporter, but I had to wear something inside those trunks. I was afraid I'd fall out if I didn't." I pushed it down, feeling the cool room air strike my dick. It felt like it was trying to get hard. I wished it down as hard as I could, but I could still feel it growing. He laughed and gestured at my dick. "I can see how that'd be a problem for you. You can have the shower first." I walked past him through the open bathroom door. The shower enclosure was the same as the one in my bathroom. A tiled wall about six and a half feet tall divided off the last four feet or so of the room from the rest. There was no shower curtain or door. Instead the wall simply stopped, leaving an open doorway at the end opposite the shower head. I set the water temperature and began lathering my body. "You do look like you're getting a little pink," Barry told me. I turned to see him standing against the wall in the doorway. He had his hands behind him and one knee bent with his foot pressed flat against the tiled wall. "Yeah, I can feel it on my front side. I guess it wasn't so smart to try to rush a tan." I was very much aware that he was watching me as I showered. My dick was continuing to hang long in spite of my wishing it otherwise. I was careful to wash it quickly and lightly. "We have plenty of sunblock with us. More than the two of us need. We'll keep you covered with it from now on. You'll get a tan anyhow. The sun here is really fierce even if it is winter." "I didn't think it would be. I thought it would be like at home. I mean, the U.S. is right over there." I nodded in the direction I imagined to be west. "It's not like it was South America or something." "The tropics are like that." "I guess you guys have traveled a lot." "We've been to the Carribean lots of times. Bringing us to a place like this has always been our parents' idea of spending quality time with us. Fortunately for us, they can only stand to be with us about as long as we can stand to be with them, so Sands and I are usually on our own most of the days we're with them. This is the first time they've brought us to a convention, though. Usually there are kids our age around. Thank God you're here." "I feel the same way about you two. I figured I'd be lying by the pool all week bored out of my mind." I felt a little guilty saying it since I actually liked spending time with Charlie and Mom, but I wanted him to know I liked them too. "Sands and I are lucky that way. We always have each other even if no one else is about. But there's no need for you to hang out alone now that we've found each other. Here, give me that." It was difficult to work up a lather against the oiliness of the sunblock. In the front I could see what I was doing, but when I started on my back, I couldn't tell if I was getting it all or not. Barry took the soap from me, got a firm grip on my shoulder, and washed my back thoroughly. When he began, my dick, which had started to settle down, reacted immediately. I was afraid I'd develop a full-blown hardon. But it quickly became obvious he was washing my back and nothing else. His hand stayed well above my waist and my dick drooped. "That's got it all, I think," he told me as he shoved me under the spray to rinse off the soap. "Thanks," I said as I finished rinsing my back. "No problem. Here, you can return the favor." He handed me the soap and stepped under the spray to wet his back. As I lathered him, I was tempted to let my hand slide down to his butt since I'd already rubbed it when I put on the sumblock. In the end, though, I decided it wasn't a smart move. He had looked me over pretty thoroughly, but otherwise he hadn't shown any sign of interest. When I finished his back, I handed him the soap, pulled a towel off the shelf, and stood in the doorway as I dried myself to watch him as he finished. The last thing he did was pull back his foreskin and wash the head of his dick. He looked up at me as he did and noticed me watching. "One of those little extra chores you have if you've been left with the convertible model," he said with a wink. "Yeah, guess so. I wouldn't know." "More bother than anything." "Really? I always wished mine was like yours." "I've always wished the opposite since I'd discovered the possibility. But not enough to have mine clipped. Grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, eh?" "Guess it is," I told him with a laugh. He toweled off quickly and ran a comb through his hair. He offered it to me, telling me, "You can borrow my comb if you don't mind sharing." I took it and combed my hair. When we left the bathroom, I thought he'd pull on a pair of shorts or something. I knew I'd be trying on the bathing suit. But he stayed naked as he went to the bed and picked up the suits he'd spread out earlier. "The red one you said, right?" he asked as he separated it from the others. "Yeah, that's right." I reached out for it. "Here you go." He pulled open a drawer, dropped the others into it, and bumped it closed with his hip. His dick swung back and forth across his balls from that. I stepped into the suit and pulled it up. It fit me more loosely than his had fit. "How does it look?" I asked him. He looked at me critically. "As if you're wearing your big brother's bathing suit I'm afraid. Let's see what we can do about it." He came over to me, taking hold of the suit by the waist, pulling it up, and then settling it lower again. He ran his hand over the pouch, tucking the edges into the creases of my legs. Intentionally or not, he was also caressing both my dick and my balls. My dick responded immediately. He reached behind me and slid his finger along the strap, forcing it into my crack. My dick jumped when his finger slid across my asshole. It was fully hard and straining against the material. There was no hiding it, and even though I was slightly embarrassed about it, I decided anyone would think it was a normal reaction to what he'd just done to me. He stepped back and looked at me again. "Well, you seem to be filling it out better now," he said with a laugh. "But it's still too big. I don't think it would fall down, but there's every chance you'd find yourself dangling out of one side or the other." His own dick had reacted too, lengthening noticeably. The change was made more obvious by his foreskin. It was now drawn back part way down the head where before it had covered it completely. "Here, take a look." He opened the closet door which had a full-length mirror on the back. The head of my dick was clearly outlined as it pointed down over my balls and pressed outward against the thin material. But the suit did look too large for me. As I turned around to see the back, he stepped up to me and pinched the waist in the front to pull the back tight. "This'll give you a better idea of what it could look like," he told me. I saw the two smooth globes of my butt divided by a line of red fabric nestled in the dark hair of my crack. It disappeared into the hair part way down and reappeared at the point where the hair on my legs began "What do you think?" he asked me. "I'm embarrassed to say I think it looks pretty good." "You shouldn't be embarrassed. You've obviously worked on your body. It wouldn't look as good as this otherwise." He ran his hand down my chest and belly to the top of the suit to emphasize what he meant. My dick liked what he did, throbbing in the loosened pouch of the suit. As he let go of the suit, I ran my hand down his chest and belly. "You're in good shape too." "That represents many long hours grunting at the gym," he told me, stepping back from me. "Tell me about it," I said. "The suit doesn't look like it will work, though. Sorry." "Not your fault. I appreciate your offering it." I was undecided about what to do next. There seemed to be no reason to keep the suit on since it obviously didn't fit. But my dick was very hard and would stand straight up my belly if I took it off. Not that Barry didn't already know I had a hardon, but as long as I had the suit on, my dick was being forced downward and I could preserve the fiction that I wasn't hard. Barry, meanwhile, had dropped onto the bed, bent a knee to tuck one foot under the other leg, and sat upright leaning back against the headboard for support. "Going to take a nap?" I asked him to stall for time. "Not a chance. Are you sleepy?" "No, not at all." "Then stay and talk. It's too hot to go back outside." That left me with no choice. I pulled the suit down and let my dick fly up. I decided to ignore it. Barry, on the other hand, did not. "That's some piece of equipment you have there," he said, opening his eyes so wide it was obvious he was exaggerating. I noticed his hand slide into his lap. I decided to make a joke out of it. "Well, I've spent a lot of hours grunting over it, that's for sure. But I don't think that had anything to do with making it grow." Barry laughed. "That's certainly the truth. If it had, I'd have ten inches instead of a paltry five and a half." Since he seemed to be offering a look, I walked over to the bed and stared at his crotch. He was clearly hard with the skin pulled completely off the head. But he was shorter than me and I was a little thicker, though his seemed to be as thick as Chris's. I was aware that my dick had been growing along with the rest of me, but this was the first time I had a sense of it. I was finally willing to believe that Chris had been telling me the truth when he said I had my dad's dick. "Looks respectable to me," I said as I crawled onto the bed and stretched out on my side, supporting my head on my hand. If he'd been larger than me, I'd've probably lain on my belly, but since I was the bigger one, I lay on my side and let it show. "It performs when called upon. Can't ask for anything more than that." "There isn't anything more than that, is there?" "I suppose not," he said with a laugh. We were quiet for a minute or so. Then he asked, "So what will you do for a suit? I suppose you're stuck with that one." He pointed to the pile of my clothes. "Or tomorrow morning we could walk around town and see if we can get you a better deal than you can get from the shop here in the hotel. Something that won't send your mother into a tantrum at least." "That'd be great!" I said just as the door to Sandra's room opened. I immediately rolled onto my belly, but Barry continued to sit as he was with his hardon still sticking up. Sandra walked in wearing a terrycloth robe with her hair, which had been pinned up on top of her head earlier, cascading in dark brown curls over her shoulders. "Have a good nap, Sands?" Barry asked her as she crawled onto the bed with us. "Ten minutes and then I was wide awake," she said with a yawn. "Showing off the family jewels?" she added as she seemed to notice his dick. Barry snorted. "Not bloody likely! I'd be a fool to make an issue of my treasures under the circumstances." "Mike must have a bigger toy then," she said as she sat against the headboard beside Barry. Her robe pulled open as she scooted sideways, baring a breast and a hip. "By a long shot." "Oh, goody! Do I get to see?" she asked as she pulled her robe closed. I felt my face turning red. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't imagine myself rolling over so she could see my dick. "Judging from the color of his face, I'd guess you don't" Barry told her. "Oh, pretty please!" she said as she reached out her leg and began to tickle me on the side with her toes. "Stop it!" I said, laughing and pushing her foot off. When I did, her legs spread open and I found myself staring straight at her crotch. She let me look for a minute before she closed her legs and pulled her robe over them. "There! I've shown you mine. Now you have to show me yours!" With that, she lunged forward and crawled down the bed. I didn't know what to expect. She climbed onto my back, slid down until she was straddling my butt, and began to tickle me under both arms. "I'd say you haven't got a chance," Barry told me over her giggles and my begging her to stop. "Come on!" Sandra said. "Play fair! Besides, you still owe me something for calling me old." I was completely out of breath from laughing. I had been writhing to try to get free of her tickling fingers. Finally I rolled over, not so much to let her have her look as because it was the only way I hadn't yet moved as I tried to get away from her. "Oh, a nice one!" she said. "Too bad I didn't get to see it all the way up." The tickling had partially deflated my dick. Barry leaned forward and looked at me. "It gets a lot bigger than that, Sands." Now that I had gotten my breath back, I was fascinated by what was in front of me. Sandra's robe had come open letting me see her full breasts and most of her pussy. There was only a small tuft of hair at the very top of it in place of the full bush I was expecting, so it was completely visible. It was actually the first one I'd ever seen in the flesh. The idea that I was seeing it and that they were both staring at me as I lay there naked began to have an effect on my dick. "Look, it's starting to grow up again," Sandra said. "Certainly is," Barry agreed. I could feel it. She was going to get her wish. "Come on, baby, you're almost there. Just a little bit more," she said in encouragement. When I was fully hard again, she said, "It's a lot bigger than yours, Bar." "I told you it was," he said as he took another look at it too. I was embarrassed to have the two of them staring at my hard dick. But I was also getting my first look at a naked woman. I lay there and put up with it. Finally Sandra said, "I think all the fight's gone out of him." With that, she climbed off of me, crawled back up the bed, and settled beside Barry again, but this time she folded her legs and left her robe open. "So how did the bathing suit work out?" I started to roll onto my belly again and then decided there was no point, so I rolled to my side and supported my head with my hand again as I had been doing before she came in. My dick continued to point up my belly. "Too big, unfortunately," Barry told her. "With what he's got there, it'll surely slip out the leg at some point. Give the old girls around the pool quite a thrill, though." "Or heart failure," Sandra said. "Probably been years since they've seen one like that. If they ever have done anyhow." She stretched out her leg and touched my dick with her toe as if we didn't already know what she was talking about. "I said we might walk around town tomorrow morning and see if we can find him something within his mum's price range," Barry said. "We could do that. We could also meet your parents tonight and make an issue of your suit. Shame them into it," Sandra said. "I know what it's like to still live at home. Last year our mother exercised final approval over both our wardrobes. What little taste she has is only twenty years behind the times. This year we wear what we like and she accepts it." I thought I ought to defend my Mom. "It wasn't really the suit that was the issue with her. It was really more because I waited until the last minute to get ready and then didn't have a suit that fit me. I think she's trying to make a point. She's not usually cheap. And mostly she lets me pick out my own clothes." Then I decided to add one more thing that would make it obvious Mom was not a prude. "I said I'd rather go to a nude beach if there was one instead of wearing my dad's suit. He's really my step-dad but I call him my dad too just like I do my real dad. She told me she would've rather I did that than wear a suit that looked silly on me." "I love nude beaches! I love to look at naked people." Sandra said. Then her face drooped into a pout. "Too bad there's not one around here." "Tell the truth, Sands. You like to have people look at you." She poked him on the shoulder. "I do, that's true. But I'm not so bad to look at." She turned her head and looked at me. "Do you think I'm that bad to look at?" "No way!" I told her. I'm enjoying looking at you!" "Thanks, ducky. I'm enjoying looking at you too." She reached out her toe and tapped my softening dick. We lay on the bed talking until it was time for me to meet my parents for dinner. Lying there naked with the two of them began to seem like the most natural thing in the world. I'd begun to be sorry there wasn't a nude beach around too. 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.