Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 08:46:00 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: MD Sequel chapter 39 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 39 - 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 39 - Mike The next day the three of us rode in a hotel van on one of its regular routes to a beach about a third of the way around the island so we could snorkel in a different area. Sandra was wearing another bathing suit designed for swimming rather than one of her three-patch sunbathing outfits. What was in the water there was almost the same as what we'd seen already, so we swam and horsed around more than we snorkeled. The water was warm and clear and there were practically no waves. We got back to the hotel in time for lunch and reclaimed our usual table overlooking the beach. As we finished eating, I began to wonder how the afternoon would work out. Having had sex with each of them already, it seemed like the possibility was there to do it again with either one. While I thought Bar was hot and I would've liked to do it again with him, I decided I'd rather do it with Sands since I wasn't going to have an opportunity to do it with a woman again once we got home. But I didn't have any idea how I could separate the two of them and end up with Sands. It occurred to me to simply ask her if she wanted to fuck, though I had in mind that I'd think of some other way to put it. But it also seemed likely that Bar didn't know how she and I had spent the afternoon the day before. Sands might not appreciate me telling him, which I'd certainly do by asking her that. I was mulling over this quandary when Sands stood up. "I'm off for a nap. I had an exhausting day yesterday. See you boys later." And with that she was gone. I waited for Bar to ask what we had done that had tired her out so much, but he didn't. Instead he said, "I've had enough sun too. I'm ready for a shower at least. How about you?" "Sounds good," I told him, thinking that the issue was now settled. If there was going to be sex, it would be with Bar. "Still plenty of dry towels in my room," he said, making it clear the sex was there for taking. I took it. "Great! Let's go for it." As soon as the door of his room closed behind us, he dropped to his knees, pulled down my bathing suit, and sucked my hardening dick into his mouth. "Salty," he told me when he paused for a breath, "but good." He pulled my suit to my feet and let me step out of it while he sucked. I thought at first he would suck my dick for a minute and then stand up to let me suck his, but he grabbed the cheeks of my butt and began massaging them as he continued sucking my dick seriously, sliding it in and out of his mouth and using pressure with both his lips and tongue. When the familiar tingle started behind my balls, I told him I was going to cum soon if he kept up what he was doing. He let my dick fall out of his mouth into his waiting hand, stroking the wet shaft but avoiding the head. "Do you want to cum now or wait?" he asked. "I want to suck yours now," I told him. "I take that to be 'wait'," he said as he stood up. His dick, clearly hard, was pointing up his belly inside his bathing suit. I took hold of his suit by the waistband and pulled it down as I got on my knees. His dick was level with my eyes. His foreskin was pulled back to the very edge of the pointy head and the shaft was nestled in his pubic hair. His balls were still hanging loose in their sac. I began by licking them. "You're right. Salty," I told him. "Happens when you swim in salt water. Just stay clear of the sunblock. It tastes vile." I grunted my "yes" as I went back to licking his balls. I could notice the stubble this time. I thought about telling him he should shave them again but decided he might suggest he shave me as well, something I didn't think I wanted done. I quickly discovered the parts of his ball sac near the creases of his legs were coated in sunblock, which did taste terrible just as he said, so I moved up to his dick. I went at it seriously, kneading his butt cheeks and even dragging my fingers across his asshole as I applied pressure to his dick with my lips and tongue. In a very few minutes his balls had come up tight. "Better stop now," he told me. "We can shower and then get down to some serious play." I pulled my mouth off of his dick and began stroking it with my hand as I stood up. He reached for mine once I was on my feet and started stroking it too as he pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. We stood there sliding our tongues against one another and stroking each other's dick for a minute or so before he broke us apart and moved away from me. "I'd rather make it last. Do you mind?" "No," I told him. "I'd rather make it last too." We bathed each other in the shower, lavishing a lot of attention on dicks and balls but being careful not to push each other over the edge. Once we were dry, he asked me as we were pulling back the bedclothes, "How do you feel about fucking? Or are you strictly into oral?" "No, I like fucking too. Being fucked anyhow. I've never actually fucked anybody myself." In my mind I added, 'Except your sister.' "I'm versatile. I like doing it and having it done to me both. Want to give it a try?" "You mean fuck you? Sure!" I said as I crawled onto the bed. "It'll take a little preparation. You're actually quite large." He reached out and gave my dick a stroke, but more as if he were feeling it for size than jerking me off. "I don't know if I've had anyone as big as you inside me before." "I understand. I've been fucked by a dick the same size as mine." I was thinking of Chris saying I had my dad's dick except for the foreskin. "Well, then, you know what I mean. And you certainly won't have any trouble taking me later on. I'm taking it for granted I'll get to be the bottom first." "Sounds good to me," I told him. He went back into the bathroom and returned with a tube of KY, which he handed me as he got onto the bed. "You'll have to pierce the seal," he told me. "It's a fresh tube." "Think we'll need that much, huh?" He laughed. "Not really. I just haven't had any need for it on this trip before now. But I won't mind if there isn't any left to go home with me come the end of the week." "You must have a lot of fucking planned then." "Hope springs eternal," he told me with a laugh. I laughed too. I pierced the seal on the tube and put the cap back on. I'd knelt on an open tube once with my dad and send most of the contents shooting across the bed. Spilled KY turned out be like a dropped egg, able to spread over an area out of all proportion to the amount spilled. It was an experience I didn't want to repeat. Bar was lying on his back. I pulled his legs apart and got between them, pressing my lips against his sac between his balls, forcing his balls apart, and began pulling the skin into my mouth and tickling it with my tongue. After a few minutes I moved from the skin to the balls themselves, sucking first one and then the other into my mouth where I could roll it around and caress it with my tongue. When they were both wet and beginning to draw up, I moved up his dick from the base toward the head. It was beginning to throb. Last of all I licked around the head to get all the precum before sucking the head into my mouth and plunging down until my lips were pressed into his pubic hair. I kept his dick there for as long as I could, swallowing all the while to caress the head. When I drew back and the head slid over my tongue, I could taste the precum that was oozing out. When I let his dick slide out of my mouth, I slid my hands under his thighs and pulled them up. He understood what I wanted and helped me, lifting his legs and bending them back toward his head. He hooked his arms behind his knees to keep his legs apart. I reached for a pillow, folded it in half, and stuffed it between the small of his back and the mattress. His perineum and asshole were pointing almost straight upwards, his legs were spread wide open, and his balls were draped backwards over the shaft of his dick. "Now I've got you where I want you," I told him in a mock-threatening voice. "And I hope you're going to do something terrible to me too," he told me with a smile. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue from the base of his balls to an inch or so from his asshole. Back and forth I moved it, depositing saliva until it was very wet. Then I blew on it. "That's cold!" he said. I pressed my open mouth in the center of his perineum and circled the tip of my tongue around and around. Then I blew on him again from a few inches above his wet skin. I could feel him shiver. Next I began circling his asshole with my tongue an inch or so away from the hole itself. I went around and around, moving inward slowly until I was lapping the hole itself. By this time Bar had begun making noises. They got louder as I licked and stabbed at his asshole with my tongue. When it started to loosen up, I pressed my lips against it and began fucking it with my tongue. I could tell it was completely relaxed. I picked up the tube of KY, squeezed a dab onto my fingertip, and touched it to the center of his asshole. He jumped. "That stuff is always so cold!" he complained. "Nothing makes it warm, doesn't matter what you do," I replied. I added more and more KY to his hole, sliding my finger through it to coat it. Then I began to push my finger into him. He was so relaxed in went it without any resistance. I twisted it inside him a few times before I searched for his prostate. I wanted to see how his reacted, so I touched it lightly, feeling its shape through his colon. He began to moan immediately. I hoped that meant I could get him to cum just from fucking him. As I started to work the second finger into him, I could see in his face that it hurt, so I began running my tongue up and down the back of his dick and nuzzling his balls as he got used to having two fingers inside. "I think I'm ok with that now," he told me finally. I spread more lube on and around his asshole and made sure my three fingers were well lubed too before I began to push them into him. At the same time I sucked his dick into my mouth and began to slide it in and out to take his mind off the pain. It worked some, but I could tell it still hurt him. "I'm sorry," I said. "Can't be helped. I'll live. Then I expect you'll make it worth my while." "I'll do what I can," I told him as I went back to sucking his dick and twisting my fingers inside his asshole. When he told me he thought he was ready, I lubed my dick, pressed the tip of the tube into his asshole so I could squirt in more of the KY, and then got in position to push my dick into him. It was a new experience for me. Always before I'd been on the receiving end. I wanted to watch myself do it. I held my dick so it was pointed at his hole and moved forward on my knees until it made contact with his asshole. I was surprised to see the whole head disappear. And I was even more surprised when the head suddenly seemed to run into a wall and wouldn't go any further. I'd thought the head had slid straight into him, but now I realized what had happened. I remembered Chris thinking he was inside me when he hadn't even started to penetrate. Now I understood why. "You ok?" I asked him. "Yes," he told me, but I could see his face tensed for the pain to come. I began to push, gently at first and then harder and harder still. Finally it felt as if my dick would bend in half. I knew exactly what he was feeling under me as the pressure increased against his ring muscle, stretching it to the point where it was beginning to hurt. Then, suddenly, my dick head slipped through. I stopped pressing immediately as his muscle clamped tight around the shaft behind the head. Bar let out a breath, "Thank God that part's over," he said. "That's always the worst part for me too," I told him as I supported myself with my hands on the back of his thighs. "At least you have a pointy head. I was fucked once by a man with a wide flat mushroom head. I thought it would never go in." I leaned forward and kissed him, slipping my tongue past his lips. We played with each other's tongues for a few minutes before we broke the kiss. I reached down and began to rub the area around my dick where his muscle and skin was stretched tight. At the same time I began to move my hips back and forth very slightly. My dick wasn't sliding in and out, but it was pulling and pushing the muscle that had hold of it, hopefully loosening it up. I knew I'd met with success when it continued inwards as I pushed forward. Since Bar said nothing, I continued to push and my dick continued to slide into him. I watched his face as it moved into him looking for signs of pain, but there wasn't any. I pushed slowly until I felt my pubic hair crush against his perineum. "All in," I told him. He exhaled a breath I hadn't realized he was holding. "I think it's coming out my left ear," he said with a laugh. "No, I think it's your right one," I told him. "Well, I know it's up there somewhere." Saying nothing, I pulled my dick back out until only the head was in. I was surprised to find I would have had to pull harder to get the head to come back through his sphincter muscle. Always before when I was being fucked I'd thought stopping there was intentional. Now it turned out it was a natural stopping place. But I didn't stop for long, reversing directions almost immediately and pushing back in. The look on Bar's face told me he was enjoying the friction of my dick shaft as it rubbed along his asshole. I knew I was enjoying the tight caress of his asshole along the shaft of my dick. I decided to continue what I was doing until his asshole loosened up more, which it did after a few minutes. At that point I changed my angle of attack so my dick head would rub his prostate. I could tell immediately when I'd found it by the change in Bar's expression and the sigh that came with it. A second in and out stroke in the same place confirmed it. After that I continued to drag my dick back and forth across his prostate on each stroke. I could watch the pleasure building inside Bar from the continually changing expression on his face. When I thought he was very close, I wrapped my still-lubed hand around his dick and began to stroke him as I speeded up my fucking motion. I also started paying more attention to what I was feeling. Before that I'd pretty much tried to ignore the feelings in my dick as a way of putting off my own orgasm. Now I gave in to the wonderful stroking feeling of his muscle ring traveling up and down the shaft and the loose but constant pressure against the head. Suddenly, with a loud gasp, he began to cum. I heard the gasp just as I felt his muscles grasp my dick. I pumped harder in and out of him as he came, enjoying the kneading, squeezing sensations of his muscles on my dick. He was barely finished cumming and into the aftershocks when I began. I pumped my load deep into him and then collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his legs and arms around me and kissed me as we both relaxed into the afterglow. My dick had already fallen out of his asshole by the time we could get up enough energy to separate. We discovered we were stuck together belly and chest by his cum. We took a quick shower together to wash it off and lay back down on the bed, Bar using my shoulder as a pillow. "Who was the first man you ever had sex with," Bar asked me as we lay there staring at the ceiling. "My best friend Chris, but we were like twelve at the time so he wasn't exactly a man." "How did it happen?" "I learned how to jerk off by accident. I was rubbing my dick in the shower, not really knowing what I was doing but enjoying the feelings I was getting. Suddenly the feeling got ten thousand times better and I collapsed onto the floor. My dad came in because I made so much noise when I fell. He knew what had happened but he was cool about it and told my mom everything was ok. The next day I taught Chris. We've been playing together every since." He laughed. "Sounds like you two are good friends." "Oh, yeah. We tell each other everything." "So you'll tell him about us when you get home?" "Yeah, probably. That ok?" "It is with me." "What about your first time?" "I was twelve the first time too, but it was with a man, not another boy. He was in his early thirties at the time." "How did it happen?" "That's a longer story than yours. You sure you want to hear it?" "Definitely." "I called him Uncle Angus, but he was actually my grandfather's youngest brother. Sands and I went up one summer vacation to stay with my grandparents in Scotland. There were several girls but no boys our age anywhere near where they lived, so while Sands had playmates, I was bored to death. Then Uncle Angus came home for a vacation. He was actually younger than my father even though he was my grandfather's brother. He was certainly the youngest man for miles in any direction. I was nervous about sharing a room with him at first, but he was so easy to get along with that I got over it quickly. "He fit my idea of what Ivanhoe must have looked like. He had curly dark hair and a wide droopy moustache. He was hairy all over too, and muscular. But he was muscular like the outdoors person he was, not like a weightlifter. He seemed to notice how bored I was and took me under his wing. We hiked. He taught me how to hunt and fish. I had never done any of it before. "I suppose he was the first adult I had ever been close to. When Sands and I were small, we seldom saw our parents. We had a series of nursemaids and nannies who took care of us. They were just fine for the most part, but it was only a job of work to them to take care of us. They didn't really care about us. Sands and I bonded with each other and tended to cry on each other's shoulder when we needed to cry, which I suppose isn't all that unusual for twins to do anyhow. "Uncle Angus also taught me not to be bashful about my body that summer." "That's one lesson that sure took," I told him with a laugh, thinking of his thong bathing suits. He laughed too. "It did, didn't it. I honestly never would have thought of such a thing before that summer. He wasn't bashful at all. He was certainly the first adult male I ever saw naked. He never made any effort to keep me from seeing him without clothes and seemed to take it for granted I felt the same way about being naked myself in his presence. After a while that was true, but it wasn't at the first. He took me to sports events and always seemed to know one or more of the players, so we visited locker rooms after games he took me to. "All of this was grist for the mill of my imagination. I was very much sexually attracted to men even though I hadn't known anything about sex at the time. I thought his dick was enormous the first time I saw it, though it wasn't even hard. Of course at the time I may have had all of two and a half inches when I was hard and just enough to hold between two fingers to pee when I wasn't. I was truly amazed the first morning I saw his dick hard. He wasn't bashful about morning woodies either. I spent a lot of the time I was with him hard. But I hadn't learned about masturbation yet, so I was also very frustrated. Somehow I managed to keep him from seeing me with a hardon, even in the mornings when he was so casual about his own. I didn't know why I was embarrassed about it, but I was. "Then one night toward the end of the vacation he took me to a sort of a tournament where the games lasted two days. We were meant to stay over at the house of a friend of his. I was surprised when we got there to find we would be sharing a bed. I loved the idea of it but I worried about what might happen. My fears were, of course, very vague and centered on the probability that I would get hard. I didn't know enough to be afraid of anything else. "We slept in our shorts. By this time the sexual tension in me had apparently built to such a point that there had to be some sort of relief. It came in the form of a wet dream, my first ever. I woke just as it ended, mortified to find my shorts wet. I was certain I'd wet the bed. Since we were in Uncle Angus's friend's house, I was even more upset. I had a vague notion that we could do something about it to prevent his friend from finding out, so I woke my uncle. "He woke up quickly once he saw I was in tears. He kept trying to console me as he got both of us out of the bed and began to feel the sheets to see how much of the bed was wet. He quickly discovered that none of it was. I was oblivious and continued to cry as he tried to question me. His first theory was I'd simply dreamed I'd wet the bed. But once he got a few details from me, he told me what I'd had was a wet dream, which he also had to explain. That led to questions from me and more information from him, which in turn led to even more questions. "By this time we were both wide awake. He had me take off my shorts, which were well and truly soaked through the front with the fruits of my first orgasm, and offered me the choice of putting on the clean shorts I'd brought to wear the next day or simply staying as I was. There seemed to be little point in putting on a fresh pair of shorts since he'd used a dry part of the ones I'd take off to finish cleaning me off and I'd gotten hard in the process. What else was there to hide? I got back into bed naked. And by this time I was beginning to wish he was naked too. "After all the excitement, there was little chance either of us would go back to sleep, so we continued to talk. He explained the entire process of sex, all from a heterosexual point of view of course, and answered every question I asked. When he told me most men relieved themselves and never had wet dreams, I was quite fascinated." "He's right. I've never had a wet dream," I told him. "Well, I never had another one after that night, let me tell you!" We both laughed over that. "I asked how they relieved themselves and he told me about masturbation. I wanted to try it immediately. He tried to give me directions but somehow I couldn't seem to get the proper hold on my dick. Finally he decided he'd have to demonstrate for me. When he pushed his own shorts down, my attention focused on his dick, which had apparently gotten hard from our talk. He showed me how he gripped the top two-thirds of it and began to move his hand up and down. I was fascinated to see the head, which was quite red, appear and disappear as he did. It was the first time I'd seen it because even when he was hard in the mornings, his foreskin covered the head of his dick. "I tried the same thing, but whereas he had more dick than hand, I had more hand than dick and it didn't quite work out as easily for me. He suggested I try different grips, including holding my dick with two or three fingers instead of my whole fist. He demonstrated each grip on his own dick as he suggested it, but I never quite got the hang of it. I mean that honestly. I didn't really know what I was trying to achieve, so my dick kept getting away from me as I tried to work up a rhythm. Finally I said I guessed I just wasn't going to be able to do it. "He told me I'd be the only man alive who couldn't jerk off if that was true. He asked if I minded if he touched me. I was thrilled at the prospect. I told him he could. He took hold of my dick between his thumb and first finger, bending the others out of the way, and began to stroke it. He had no trouble establishing a rhythm. After a few seconds I began to get the most wonderful feelings, feelings I'd never experienced before. I'd felt none of the pleasure of the orgasm that had soaked my shorts while I was asleep. I hoped he wouldn't stop because I didn't believe I could generate the same feelings for myself. Fortunately, he didn't stop and I had my first orgasm while I was conscious. I was overwhelmed by the feeling. I'm sure you remember how wonderful it was, and how surprising. "When I was finished, he let go of my dick. I tried to tell him how much I had liked what he had done but I wasn't having much luck with words. He assured me he understood what I meant. Then I realized he hadn't cum. I offered to do the same thing to him. At first he was reluctant, but as I pleaded, he finally agreed. When I took hold of his dick as he had been holding mine, he suggested I use my whole fist. He put his hand over mine to show me how far to go each way and kept it there until I had a rhythm going. Then he lay back and let me do it. I was amazed at the quantity of cum he produced. He wiped it up with his own shorts. Then, even though it wasn't long before we would have to get up, we both went back to sleep." That's very hot!" I told him. I'd gotten hard listening to him. When he'd noticed it, he'd reached over and began to rub my dick. "Did it only happen the one time?" "No. The next night back at my grandparents' I tried to jerk myself off as soon as we were in bed. I wasn't the least bit bashful about doing it in front of him. When I couldn't get anywhere again, I asked if he would help me. When he said he would, I went over and got into bed with him. He pulled his shorts down as I pulled the covers back. He was hard too. I reached for his dick immediately. He let me stroke him for a while before he began on me. I came quickly and then went back to his dick. He came after a while as well. The same thing happened each night for the next several until one night he made me do it to myself so I'd know how since I still hadn't jerked myself off. He coached me as I tried and I did finally succeed. Afterwards he let me jerk him off too. There were only two more nights of our vacation left and he made me do myself both nights but let me do him afterwards. "So that's how I started." I was very excited between the story and his stroking my dick. "I loved hearing about it," I told him. "I think you're ready to play some more." "I am. Definitely," I told him. He rolled on the bed until he was on his hands and knees. He pressed his lips against the back of my dick and began to slide them up and down. After a minute or so he began to include the head, finally sucking the head and then the rest of my dick into his mouth. He moved up and down on it, using a lot of pressure from his lips and caressing with his tongue. I could feel the beginning of an orgasm behind my balls. Suddenly he dropped my dick, moved to between my legs, and lifted my legs, bending me practically in half as he shoved my legs back onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around them to hold them up and open. He grabbed the pillow I'd used under him and forced it between my back and the mattress. Then he dove on my asshole, kissing it, licking it, and last of all driving his tongue into the center of it. After he'd worked on it for a few minutes, he shoved his finger into it beside his tongue. He finger-fucked me for a minute or so before he pulled his finger out and lubed it. Once it was thoroughly covered, he drove it straight back in. He had no trouble finding my prostate, and once he did, he continued to rub it on each inward stroke of his finger. The second finger went into me almost as easily, but the third took some effort and pain. But his dick slid in with hardly any pain at all when he pushed it into me. "I think you're ready," he told me after his dick was fully inside of me. "I am," I told him. He began to fuck me slowly, wiggling around until he was rubbing my prostate and then continuing to drive into me at the same angle. He leaned forward and kissed me, shoving his tongue in and out of my mouth in the same rhythm as he was sliding his dick in and out of my asshole. I wrapped my legs around him so I could pull him further into me each time he drove his dick in. I was practically buzzing with pleasure from the different stimulations I was receiving. "Looks like you boys are having fun," I heard Sands say. "Can I play too?" To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. My thanks to Zerena Rae, who has for some time kept me more literate than I might otherwise be. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at SoManyMen.com/TimFoure/Stories/ and at WWW.NIFTY.ORG in the gay male/incest section.