Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 12:24:09 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD the Sequel, Ch 42

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 42 - Mike

by Tim Foure
copyright  2002 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 42 - Mike

It was obvious immediately I'd been wrong to worry about coming. There was
no question they were glad to see me. We went from the airport to dinner,
and along the way whenever one of them stopped talking, the other would
start. I couldn't have gotten a word in if I'd wanted to, which I
didn't. My head continued to spin and I was so thrilled to be there I
couldn't think of anything to say.

We ate at a small Italian restaurant where it turned out Sands and Bar knew
the chef. The place was packed and there were maybe twenty people waiting
for tables. I thought we'd be waiting forever, but Bar walked up to the
waiter standing by a podium and said, "Tell Jeppo were here."

The waiter led us straight to the only empty table and disappeared into the
kitchen. Less than a minute later the kitchen door flew open. Until that
moment I didn't believe real people wore the kind of outfit chefs always
wore in the movies. But the man who came in from the kitchen did, white hat
and all. He also had a large drooping black moustache. When he reached the
table, he swooped down on us, hugging Bar and Sands and kissing them on the
cheeks. I was fascinated.  I'd never seen anything like it before except in
the movies.

Bar told me Jeppo was short for Giuseppe which is Italian for Joseph. When
Jeppo got to me and began pumping my hand, he told me, "You think people
come here to eat if it say 'Joe's Place' over door? But I call it 'Jeppo's'
and they beat the door down."

To judge from the crowd, he was certainly right.

While Jeppo continued to talk to Bar and Sands asking about one person
after another that I didn't know, a different waiter handed me a menu.

"Hey!" Jeppo said, causing the waiter to look up suddenly. "No menu! I tell
them what they will eat tonight."

The waiter immediately took back the menu he'd handed me and disappeared.

"Sorry," Jeppo said apologetically. "New guy. He learn after he see you
more times."

"Jeppo always makes something special for us," Sands told me.

"So Mr. Mike, tell me. Are you maybe vegetarian?" Jeppo asked.  The
question surprised me. "Uh, no. I eat meat."

Bar snorted. "That's certainly the truth!"

I could feel my face turning red, but Jeppo ignored him. "Too bad. I have
great idea for vegetarian dish tonight. Maybe somebody else will be lucky
and I cook it for them. Anything you don't like to eat?"

Before I could answer, Bar said, "I think he eats anything that comes his
way."

My face continued to burn. "I don't think so. I like pretty much
everything," I said. But in the back of my mind I was grateful Italians
didn't eat snails.

With that, Jeppo rushed back to the kitchen.

"It's a good thing you made a reservation," I told Bar and Sands as I
glanced at the crowd by the door, which seemed to be larger than it was
when we came in.

"Jeppo's doesn't take reservations," Sands told me. "But we're friends so
Jeppo always has a table for us. He keeps one empty for whenever any of his
friends come in."

The waiter who had tried to give us menus returned with silverware,
napkins, a basket of bread and breadsticks, and three glasses of wine. When
he left, I whispered to Bar, "I'm not old enough to drink."

"Neither are we. At least not wine," he whispered back. "But Jeppo says you
have to have a glass of wine to start your dinner. The first time we were
here with some friends, we told him we were worried he'd get into trouble
over it. But he said if the police ever bothered him, he'd tell them it was
a mixed up order in the kitchen and the wine was delivered to the wrong
table."

So we drank the wine. I'd only ever had a glass of wine now and then at
home so I knew nothing at all about it, but it was crystal clear and red
and very smooth as it flowed down my throat. I felt it almost immediately
when it arrived in my empty stomach.

Dinner was incredible. There were four courses, but there wasn't so much
food in any of them that we couldn't eat it all. I couldn't identify
everything I was eating, but I liked it all and decided it didn't matter
what it was if it tasted good.  Jeppo came out again at the end to receive
his well-deserved praise. That's when I found out the sauce on the pasta
I'd eaten had squid mixed in with some other sea creatures I'd never heard
of before. I wouldn't have ordered it if I'd known, but now I was looking
forward to the next time I could have it.

When we got back to their condo, Sands told me, "You're sharing Bar's
bedroom and bath, but the bedroom part only means that's where you'll keep
your suitcase. You'll actually be sleeping in my room with Bar and me." She
frowned slightly. "That is, if you want to."

It occurred to me her frown was a response to something she saw on my face.
"I definitely want to!" I said with lots of enthusiasm. "I'm just sort of
in shock or something. Maybe it's from the plane and the wine and all the
good food. This is like a fantasy come true."

She looked relieved. "It is for us too. We're really glad you came."

"And we hope you'll come again, like in about half an hour," Bar added with
a laugh.

I laughed too. "I'll do my best."

And I did, too. Sands went into her bedroom while Bar and I unpacked my
bag.  It didn't take long, mostly just lifting the folded clothes into an
empty drawer and picking up my toiletries kit.

"I need a shower," Bar said, sniffing under his raised arm in exaggerated
way. He began pulling off his clothes as soon as he finished speaking.

"Sounds like a good idea," I said. "I feel sort of grimy after the plane
and all."

"Come take one with me," he said as he slid his shorts down his leg.

I glanced automatically at his dick, which was starting to get hard. "You
can wash my back," I told him.

"I'd rather wash your front."

"Ok. I'm easy. Wash whatever you want."

"Only if you promise to do the same."

"Oh, I promise!" I said with enthusiasm.

We were hard by the time Bar had adjusted the water temperature. I reached
for his dick as soon as we were in the stall. Bar grabbed my dick and
pressed his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue past my lips. We stroked
each other and kissed for a few minutes before Bar backed off.

"We'd better quit playing around and actually wash or Sands will be in here
with us. I don't think this stall is big enough for the three of us."

"I bet we could manage," I said. "But I'd rather play in bed."

And we did play. For hours.

The next morning we were awakened by the alarm. I heard the noise for what
seemed like forever before I finally recognized what it was. Just then Bar
shut it off.  I was having a hard time waking up. It had been a short
night. At least the sleeping part had been short. I had just gotten my eyes
open when Bar kneeled on the bed and began to walk on his knees toward
me. He was preceded by his erection. I saw a hand reach for it as I felt
another hand wrap itself around my own hard dick.

"It's always so nice to wake up with a man in your bed," Sands said as she
stroked our dicks.  "Morning woodies make me feel appreciated even though I
know they have nothing to do with me."

"I think you're wasting your time with me," Bar said. "I'm still used up
from last night."

"Me too," I said. "Plus I have to pee right away before I burst."

"You two are no fun," she said as she released our dicks and crossed her
arm over her breasts.  "No fun at all."

"I know. Life is a bitch. I don't think you came more than five times last
night. Poor baby. So deprived," Bar told her.

"Well, there was that," she replied in a grudging voice.

"And unless we hurry, we'll be late for Jack and Julie's brunch. You know
how they hate that."

I found myself sharing a shower again with Bar. He'd pulled me out of bed
and pushed me ahead of him down the hall toward his bathroom.

"I still have to pee," I told him as he pushed me into the shower.

"Go ahead," he said. "It'll go down the same drain if you do it in here."

I turned so I was facing the wall and let go. The relief was intense. I
noticed he was doing the same on the other side of the stall.

I started off making half-hearted attempts to wash him while he was washing
me, but once he started on my dick, I became more interested. In a short
time we were standing there jerking each other's dicks.

"Can you cum," he asked.

"I think so. You?"

"Definitely!"

It didn't take us long at all.

As we were getting dressed, Sands came into the room and asked, "How bad
does my hair look?"

"Not bad. In fact, fairly good for someone who was fucked within an inch of
her life last night," Bar told her.

"But does it look like that's what I was doing or does it just look
tousled?" She prodded her hair with both hands.

"It's a little wilder than tousled, but not mashed or stringy."

"Well, it'll have to do. Are you ready?"

"Ready!" I said, slipping my feet into my shoes.

"Me too!" Bar said.

We ran down the stairs, got into their car, and rode for perhaps twenty
minutes before we pulled up in front of a very modern house surrounded by
lots of trees. Just as we got to the door, it was opened by a hot looking
guy with blond hair and a neatly-trimmed beard.

"Right on the minute," he said. He had a pleasant, deep voice.

After he kissed them, Sands introduced him to me. The guy, of course, was
Jack. I looked him over during the introduction. He had lots of blond hair
growing on his arms and poking out the neck of his shirt. He looked like he
was in good shape. I guessed he was about my dad's age, but it was hard to
tell because of the beard. He shook my hand, holding it in a solid grip.

"Coffee or champagne?" he asked.

"Coffee," Bar and I said in unison.

"Champagne for me. I always like a little fruit juice in the morning,"
Sands said, reaching up to pat her hair into place. It was an obviously
fake gesture.

"Julie'll pour both in the kitchen," Jack said, gesturing with his hand
toward a doorway as Bar went past. "By the way, I like your new look,
Sands," he added, a knowing smile forming on his face as he spoke.

"I did what I could with it in the time I had available," Sands said,
giving her hair another pat.

"I'm serious. I've always found the recently-fucked look very attractive,"
Jack said, still smiling.

"It wasn't all that recent. I couldn't get either one of them interested
this morning," she said, her expression developing into a pout.

"We'd have been very late. We barely made it as it was," Bar said looking
back over his shoulder as he continued walking ahead of us.

"I'm sure they'll make it up to you later on," Jack said. "Won't you,
boys?"

I was stunned at first by their openness with each other, but I got over it
quickly and decided to get into the spirit of the conversation. "I mean to
do my best for her when the opportunity comes up."

"Well, don't be bashful. If your opportunity comes up while you're here,
we'll be happy to give you the use of a bedroom," Jack said.

I would have liked to have invited him into a bedroom right then, but
instead I said, "Thanks. If my opportunity comes up, you'll be the first
person I'll tell."

Jack laughed, joined by the others. "I like you, Mike," he said as he
patted my shoulder and then squeezed it. His brown eyes sparkled. "I'm glad
they brought you over."

"What's the joke," the woman at the kitchen counter asked as we finished
our conversation.

"No joke really. Just Mike giving me a dose of my own medicine. Julie.
Mike." And we were introduced.

Bar handed me a cup of coffee he'd poured for me as soon as we'd entered
the kitchen. I added some milk from a small pitcher sitting next to the
pot. Sands was holding out a tall thin glass into which Julie was pouring
champagne from a bottle she'd taken from a bucket on the counter.

There was a moment's silence while we all sipped our drinks. Julie was very
obviously looking me over as she tilted her glass to her lips so I felt
free to do the same to her. She was shorter than me, slender, with largish
breasts. Her hair was reddish brown and her eyes were green. And she had
freckles.

"You're very handsome," she said as she lowered her glass.

I never knew how to respond to those kinds of compliments. "Thanks," I told
her. "You look pretty good yourself." I knew I was blushing. I could feel
the heat in my cheeks.

"He says his father is even more handsome," Sands said. "The same face but
with blue eyes and black hair."

It was true I'd told her how handsome my dad was, but I hadn't compared him
to myself. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm trying to picture you with his coloring," Julie said, giving me
another appraising look. After a few seconds she added, "It makes me wet."

"So many things do," Jack said, "not that I'm complaining."

Everyone laughed.

After that the topic of conversation changed to my college plans. We
continued to talk about that and the school. The brunch was made up of a
series of small tasty dishes, no one of which was big enough to be called a
main course, but when it was over, I was very full. All of us had a glass
of champagne to begin the meal, but Bar and I switched back to coffee after
that. The other three continued to drink the champagne, going through
several bottles by the time we were finished eating.

When we left the table, Bar asked Jack to show me around the house. It was
constructed of stained wood and stone with lots of large windows. There
were decks on two levels, the higher one off of their bedroom having a hot
tub sunken into it. It was the first one I'd ever seen.

"We've got plenty of privacy to use it," Jack told me, sweeping his arm to
include the dense planting of evergreen trees. "Three acres of this is
ours."

I took that to mean that no one wore bathing suits. I wished we were going
to use it then. I would have like to have seen Jack out of his clothes.

As we left, Jack told me, "Come back and visit us again the next time
you're in town. Maybe your schedule won't be so tight then."

"Yes, we'd like that," Julie added.

"Oh, he's coming back even if we can't talk him into changing his mind
about colleges," Sands said.

I thanked them for their hospitality and the brunch. I didn't see any point
in mentioning it was the first one I'd ever been to.

For the rest of the afternoon Bar and Sands led me around the campus,
showing me the facilities, the library, and other things they thought might
interest me. If I'd been going to college alone instead of with Chris, I
would have changed my plans. I hadn't been accepted at their school, but I
had been accepted everywhere I'd applied so I took it for granted I would
have been accepted there too. My grades were good, as were my test scores.

When we opened the door to their condo, we could hear someone in the
kitchen. I was surprised, but they didn't seem to be.

"Peter must be here," Sands said as she started across the living room.

"It certainly couldn't be Tess," Bar said. "She wouldn't know what to do in
a kitchen."

It did turn out to be Peter. He was surrounded by what looked like the
parts of an elaborate meal in various stages of preparation. Peter himself
was taller than any of us and strikingly good looking. He wore a light
blue, silky-looking shirt with ballooning sleeves.  The color contrasted
with his chocolate brown skin, each setting off the other. His hair was
very short, not more than half an inch long.  After she kissed him, Sands
asked, "What happened to your hair?"

"I had a gig. The photographer fella, he be fascinated with how smooth I
am." He ran his hands down his body as he spoke. "He had me to shave off
all my hair." His accent made me think of the island again, but I noticed
after a while that it came and went, sometimes seeming very strong and
others disappearing completely.

Brad kissed him too. "All your hair?" he asked with a raised eyebrow?

"All of it. mon. Not that there was that much anyway. This beautiful
creature have to be Mike."

I stepped forward and put out my hand, "That's me." I decided to ignore the
part about my being beautiful.

"Peter," he told me.

We shook, but I wouldn't have minded kissing him too. He was very handsome.
And what I could see of his skin did look very smooth. His shirt was open
half way to his waist to show off his hairless chest. He wore khaki pants
but was barefoot.

"What kind of gig did you have that you had to shave off your hair?" Bar
asked. Sands had gone upstairs.

"It was a strange one. I was booked for a day and a half for a clothing
layout. There were seven of us. Then in the afternoon of the first day, the
photographer fella, he asked me if I was booked the day after this gig was
over. I knew I wasn't, but I told him, 'Call my agent,' and gave him the
number. Next thing I know, my agent wants to know will I shave myself bare.
I got no more gigs coming up. Hell, I have to be at school some time to
make up what I missed or I'll never graduate. I tell him, 'Sure, why not?'
Then I spend the day naked with the photographer fella. All art photo
stuff."

"You've never done porn anyhow, have you?" Bar asked.

"No way, mon! End my career right there!"

Sands came back into the kitchen. She'd changed into a long gauzy dress. I
found out later it was called a muumuu. It was obvious she wasn't wearing
anything underneath.  "Anyone for a glass of wine?" she asked as she began
to push a corkscrew into the bottle she'd taken from the refrigerator.

"Dying for one," Peter said.

"I'll have one," Bar told her.

"I will too," I said after thinking about it for a minute. I'd never
actually been drunk and I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of
them and their friends. But I didn't want to ruin the party either. I was
determined not to drink too much.  "So what are we eating," Sands asked as
she slid onto a kitchen stool.

"I was crazy for some real home cooking," Peter told her. He named several
dishes I'd never heard of before. "I think I might have gone a little
overboard at the market. You'll be eating this stuff for a week."

"Such a hardship!" Sands said.

Since I didn't recognize the names he'd reeled off, I looked at the
ingredients he'd spread across the counter. I knew what half of the things
were and could guess at some of the rest. Bar and Sands acted as if we were
about to have a treat, so I followed their lead.

"Let's go change," Bar said to me. "I'd like to get into a pair of shorts."

I would have too, but I hadn't brought any. I followed him upstairs anyhow
as I thought about what I'd brought that might be more comfortable or at
least more casual than what I was wearing. I told Bar the problem.

"You didn't bring shorts?"

"It's not all that warm back home. I didn't think of it."

"Well, it's no problem. Wear a pair of mine."

"Remember the bathing suit? Yours'll be too big for me."

"I have some older pairs that are tight on me. You could try those. Or you
could just go without and thrill everyone. Chances are very good we'll all
be naked before the night's over anyhow."

"I don't think I could do that. Not if everyone else is dressed. Let's try
the tight ones."

And so we did. They were loose on me, but not so loose that I was in danger
of losing them. I'd tried them on over my boxers, but when I noticed Bar
had stripped his underwear off, I took my own off as well. I followed Bar's
lead in wearing a shirt open down the front too. He'd also left the button
on his shorts open so the only thing holding them closed was the zipper. I
thought it looked very sexy, but I couldn't get up my nerve to do the same
thing. I was too certain the shorts would slide down my legs if I did.

Bar's open shirt gave me a chance to notice how much of his body hair had
grown back in the six weeks since he'd shaved himself. I'd been aware of it
the night before as we were running our hands and mouths all over each
other, but my attention had been elsewhere then. Now I saw that he was
really quite hairy, though the hair itself was only an inch or so long. I
remembered from the night before that he'd kept his balls shaved. I began
to think I might try that myself.

Peter was past the preparation stage and actively engaged in cooking when
we got back to the kitchen.

"Guess what!" Sands told us. "Tess is coming too."

"How did you manage that?" Bar asked.

"Peter called her and invited her."

"I laid a trap with food. And I promised to be nice to her. And last of
all, I offered your fair body on the altar of her lust." He leaned forward,
formed his mouth into an exaggerated pucker, and made a kissing noise in
the air just in front of Sands's lips. "She expects to have you all to
herself, at least for a while."

"That's no hardship for Sands," Bar said, apparently for my benefit. "Tess
has the most educated tongue in town."

Sands was nodding her head in agreement.


To be continued _______________

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