Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 11:43:10 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel chapter 46 attached

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 46 - 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 youshould not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 46 - Mike

At the end of the summer I went home two weeks before I had to start
college. Bar had never managed to come to England while I was there, but
before I left he and Sands set a date when they would both come to see me
at school. By this time I had realized money was never a concern of
theirs. Earlier I'd thought it was because their parents, like mine, gave
them whatever they asked for. Over the course of the summer it had become
obvious that their parents were quite well off if not downright
wealthy. Knowing that, I took it for granted that they were generous with
Bar and Sands in proportion to what they had to give. But one day towards
the end of my visit Sands had had an appointment with a lawyer she
described as 'the family's solicitor' and took me along. I waited for
nearly an hour while she met with him. When she came out, she told me she
had had to make some decisions about her trust fund. Her grandmother had
left a substantial amount of money in trust for each of her grandchildren
and control of the fund passed from the trustee to each grandchild on their
twenty-first birthday. She and Bar would be twenty- one a week after they
returned to college.

Moving back into my room at home even for just the two weeks between my
returning from England and my leaving for college brought on mixed
feelings. On the one hand, I was comfortable in the familiar surroundings
and happy to be there. But on the other I was afraid I was moving back into
childhood after having been an adult all summer. It wasn't anything that my
parents and Charlie did that made me feel that way. I was the one with the
problem. I suppose I'd expected my relationship with them to take up right
where it left off, but instead it had changed because they respected the
move into adulthood I'd made during the summer. It took me a long time to
figure out that I'd come back as a guest in the house where I'd lived all
my life. I was a very welcome guest, there was no doubt about that, but I
was a guest all the same. They let me have the space I'd carved out for
myself. It was a long time before I realized I was the one who had to
decide how big I wanted that space to be.

My brother Jason didn't feel any of this. He jumped on me and wrapped his
arms and legs around me the minute I walked in the door. Dad and Bob, who'd
brought me home from the airport, had to squeeze around us with my luggage
as we blocked the doorway.  I hugged and kissed Mom and Charlie with Jason
still attached to me. I finally only pried him off of me by telling him I
couldn't get to the present I'd brought him unless he let go.  In fact I
had presents for everybody. What I'd gotten for the adults were really
souvenirs in that they brought to mind the places they'd come from, but
Sands had helped me pick them out so they were actually nice gifts
too. Everyone was pleased with what they got and made a fuss, but then I
knew they'd have said they liked them no matter what they were.

Dad and Bob stayed for the dinner. I tried to give them a summary of all
I'd done during the summer, the sex left out, even though I'd written
regularly and in detail and I knew they'd shared their letters back and
forth. But Jason seemed the most thrilled to have me back. I'd sent him a
postcard every day from wherever I was and he had kept them all. He brought
down the box he stored them in and showed them to everyone as I talked
about the places I'd been. Some of them looked pretty beat up.

"I guess the mail across the ocean is rough on postcards," I said as I held
up one with a picture that was almost unrecognizable.

"It might be, but that one arrived in good condition," Mom said. "What you
see is the result of Jason taking it to bed with him and mashing it into
his teddy bear. That happened to quite a few of them."

I grabbed Jason and gave him a hug. He squirmed to get loose and then
crawled into my lap.

We continued to sit around the table and talk, not wanting to break up the
party even though most of what we were telling each other had already been
included in letters over the summer.  Eventually Jason's energy ran out and
he began to nod off.

"Looks like it's time to get him into bed," Mom said as she stood up.

"I think it's bedtime for me too," I said with a yawn. "According to my
body clock, it's about three in the morning."

"Jet lag, huh?" Dad asked. "We should have thought of that. Let's get
moving, Bob."

"Hey! Don't leave on my account."

"We all have to get up for work tomorrow. You're the only one who gets to
sleep in."

"Me too," Jason added, having come back to life.

"You have to get up too," Mom told him. "Day care," she added for my
benefit.

"I don't gotta to go tomorrow, do I?" Jason asked with a whine. "I wanna
stay with Mike."

"Mike has things to do tomorrow," Mom told him.

"I don't really," I told her quietly after Charlie had lifted a struggling
Jason out of my lap and started up the stairs.

"Are you sure? He'd be thrilled, but you have to be tired out."

"I'd really like it. I missed him too."

"Then he's all yours."

I kissed Dad and Bob good night as they left and started hauling my luggage
upstairs. Charlie and Jason were in the shower. Mom had written me that
Charlie was taking care of Jason the same way Dad had taken care of me when
I was growing up. I remembered all the times I'd watched Dad wash under his
foreskin and wondered as I unpacked the few things I needed before bed if
Jason was watching Charlie do the same thing. Then I remembered Jason had
one of his own that had to be taken care of.

As I pulled my robe out of my suitcase, I realized I could use a shower
myself. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since I'd bathed in London and
I felt pretty grimy. I'd always thought of flying as a classy way to
travel, but my round trip to London gave me a whole different picture. I
put on my robe and went into the bathroom. Charlie was in a squat, naked
and dripping wet, drying Jason.

"Hey," Charlie said. "Just like old times, sharing the bathroom with you."

"Just like old times another way too," I told him. "My dad used to give me
a bath every night just like you're doing with Jace."

"Your mom told me. Sounded like a good arrangement so I copied it."

"I need a shower. Ok if I go in?"

"I'm gonna take a shower with Mike!" Jason told us.

"You just had a shower, short stuff," Charlie told him.

"I'm gonna take another shower!" Jason insisted.

"No, you're not," Charlie told him. "Maybe tomorrow," he said as he winked
at me.

"In the morning, Jace buddy. I got you sprung from day care. You're all
mine tomorrow. Right now I'm pretty tired."

Jason seemed to consider it and then asked, "Do I get to sleep in your bed
tonight?"

Charlie told me, "Half the time while you were gone we'd put him to bed in
his bed and found him in yours in the morning."

"Sure, Jace. If you want to." Then I added to Charlie, "Ok?"

"Sure. He'd probably get in with you during the night anyhow."


They left the bathroom while I was showering. When I turned the water off,
I could hear Charlie and Jason arguing. I dried myself quickly and went
into my room, which was where the noise was coming from. I saw Charlie and
Jace were both still naked.

"Won't!" Jace said.

"Come on, Jace! Cooperate!" Charlie said.

"Where's his pajamas?" Jason asked, pointing to me.

"Uh, I don't have any," I told him.

"You don't wear pajamas," Jason said, pointing at me. "You don't wear
pajamas," he said, pointing at Charlie. "I'm not gonna wear any either!" He
crossed his arms and his face set into a look of grim determination.

"You're just going to sleep naked?" Charlie asked.

"You do. He does too."

"I think he's got you on that one," I said.

"My sons are ganging up on me," Charlie said, shaking his head in an
exaggerated way.

I pulled him to me and hugged him. "That's what big brothers are for, right
Jace? To help you gang up on Dad?"

"Right!" Jace yelled, jumping at us so we both had to scramble to catch
him.

We held each other and enjoyed the hug for a few seconds. Then I kissed
Charlie.

"It's nice to be with my other dad again," I told him, receiving a squeeze
in reply.

"Ok, Jace. I'm beat!" I told him as we separated and I pulled him into my
arms. "Either you go right to sleep or I'm throwing you out of my bed. Got
that?"

"Got it!" Jace said as he held onto me with his arms and legs both.

I never knew whether or not he did go straight to sleep since I passed out
as soon as my head hit the pillow.

In the morning I woke up slowly. When I finally forced my eyes open, I saw
something that I couldn't focus on. It turned out to be Jace staring into
my eyes from three inches away.

"You slept late!" he told me.

I realized he was straddling me. At first I was aware of the pressure he
was putting on my very full bladder. Then I realized he also had my hardon
trapped between us.

"I was tired. What time is it?" I asked as I tried to ease him off of me. I
was very much aware of my hardon as his leg slid across it.

"Late!" He told me. "I been awake a long time. But I waited for you."

"Thanks. I really appreciate that. Now I have to go pee or I'm gonna
explode."

I noticed there wasn't a sound in the house as the two of us went down the
hall to the bathroom.  I'd forgotten my robe, falling easily back into the
pattern of going naked in the mornings. Jace ran up and down the hall twice
in the time it took me to walk the short distance between my door and the
bathroom door.

I was hoping my hardon would go away, partly because I was embarrassed
about having it stand up my belly in front of Jason and partly because it
was going to make it impossible to pee. As it turned out, there was no need
to have worried about it with Jason because he ignored it completely. But
peeing was another matter. I ended up having to get into the shower and pee
there. That did catch Jason's attention.

"I do that too. But Daddy says not to," Jason told me as he watched me pee
into the bathtub with wide eyes.

"Right now I'd pee up the wall if I tried to do it in the toilet," I told
him. "It won't bend down when it's like this."

"I pee in the shower. I don't mean to. But it happens anyhow. Daddy says I
got to learn not to."

I didn't follow what he was telling me. I thought about explaining to him
about my hardon, but then I decided he was too young. He'd find out soon
enough about piss hardons.

Taking a shower with him so I could give him a bath was another matter. He
stood still and let me wash him with no problem, though he did begin to pee
as soon as the warm water of the shower began to run down his body. I
finally understood what he'd been trying to tell me. But then he wanted to
wash me and I made the mistake of letting him. His hands went everywhere.
He seemed particularly interested in washing my dick, and my dick liked it.

"Why's it doing that?" he asked me as he massaged my growing hardon with
two soapy hands.

"It just happens sometimes," I told him, deciding there was no point in
giving him a fuller explanation that he wouldn't be able to understand.

"It happens to Daddy sometimes too."

"Do you wash Daddy too?"

"Sometimes."

"How about washing my back now?" I asked as I turned away. I'd reached the
point that either he'd have to stop what he was doing or I was going to
have to explain what happened next. I decided to stop him.

It turned out to be almost eleven by the time I'd gotten Jace dressed and
found enough clean clothes of my own to be presentable. When I asked Jace
whether he wanted lunch or breakfast, I found out he had already had
breakfast. I also found out he had had a shower with Charlie. But most
surprising of all, he told me Mom had woken me when she left and I'd said I
was getting up. Instead I'd gone right back to sleep. It turned out Jace
had taken off his clothes and gotten back into bed with me. When I'd
finally opened my eyes to stare into his, he'd been working on waking me up
for quite a while. So we both had lunch.

In the afternoon I finished unpacking and hauled my dirty clothes down to
the washer. I thought I knew how to operate the machine though I'd never
done it before. Mom had always washed my clothes, and in London there was a
maid who took away my dirty clothes and returned them clean a day or two
later. When I'd offered to pay for the cleaning, Sands said she had no idea
how the laundry was done but she thought it was part of the maid's job. I
gave a moment's thought to leaving it all for my Mom and then decided not
to. I called her and got instructions which ended with her offering to do
it for me. I thanked her but said I'd have to learn to do it for myself
when I got to college so I might as well learn now.

When I got back to the laundry room, Jace had burrowed into the pile of
clothes and was hiding from me, but since he was giggling, he was easy to
find.

"Get out of there!" I told him, grabbing a foot and pulling.

"They smell like you," he told me as he emerged from under layers of dirty
clothes.

"They smell alright. They're dirty. I'm gonna wash them."

"I'll help," he told me.

"OK, but this is what you have to do." I repeated the directions Mom had
given me about sorting colors. Jace did just as I told him, though twice he
did give in to the urge to jump into the middle of a pile and scatter
clothes everywhere.

While the first load was in the washer I called Chris.

"Welcome home, man!" he said when he heard my voice.

"Did you miss me?" I asked.

"Yeah, some," he told me. We'd written to each other regularly so we knew
each other's news, but we hadn't talked since I'd left.

"Gee, that sounds limited."

"I didn't mean it that way," he said in apologetic tone. "I'm really glad
you're home. I missed you a lot at first, but then it got better."

"Was that after you got hooked up with Angela?"

His voice dropped to a whisper as it always did when he said something he
didn't want his mother to hear. And she always got suspicious when she knew
he was on the phone but couldn't hear him saying anything. "Well, yeah,
later on once she started to put out.  But it was mostly Brad. Like I told
you, I ran into him at the Y a couple weeks after you left. And the same
guys were in the steam room, plus a few more. And then Brad introduced me
to some of his buddies."  Suddenly his voice rose to normal volume. "Yeah,
I can stay over with you tonight."

"Your mom, huh?"

"That's right. I could even come over right now." His voice dropped to a
whisper as he added, "We could make up for lost time this afternoon." He
sounded eager.

"Won't work this afternoon. I've got Jace with me. Besides, we'll have all
fall to make up for lost time."

"That doesn't do me much good right now," he whispered. "I'm horny as hell.
Brad's gone back to school and Angela's on the rag."

"So suddenly I'm real popular."

"You like it too. You know you do."

"You're right. And to tell you the truth, I missed your dick. Nobody does
it the same way you do."

"Well, I can be over about five," he said at normal volume. "Hold on. My
mom wants to say hello."

So I talked to his mother for a few minutes before hanging up.

I was actually glad to hear Chris hadn't missed me all that much because I
had felt bad about going and leaving him behind. But from what I got out of
his letters, he actually made out better without me. I hated to admit to
myself that he might be right about me overshadowing him when we were
together, and to judge from the results he got when I wasn't around, it was
beginning to be hard to deny.

As Chris and I were getting ready for bed that night, I took a chair and
pushed it under the doorknob.

"What's that for?" Chris wanted to know as he slid his robe off his
shoulders and revealed his already hard dick.

"Jace might decide to come get in bed with us while we're playing. He's
been getting into my bed during the night while I was gone and last night
he slept with me."

"I never thought about getting into Stu's bed whether he was in it or not.
He would have backhanded me or something."

"Well, I like my brother. I don't think your brother likes anybody."

"And nobody likes him back so it's an even exchange."

And then he was on me, his mouth pressed against mine and his tongue
pushing past my lips. I felt him wrap his hand around my dick so I took
hold of his.

"Man, I've been wanting this for months," he said when he finally had to
release me to gasp for air.

"What about all the hot guys you did this summer?"

"Something was always missing with them. Sometimes there was stuff they
wouldn't do. Or they were in a hurry and then they acted like it never
happened when it was over."

"You're complaining because they were in a hurry to cum? I can't believe
it!"

"Yeah, I know. I deserved that. But I've learned! You know I have. Only
right now I'm dying to get your dick in my mouth and shoot a load in
yours. You're the only one it's ever just right with."

He pulled me toward the bed and I went along without resisting. We fell
onto it, wiggled around into a 69 position, and began to suck each other's
dicks. Usually we took turns because we liked to give our full attention to
what was being done to us, but this time I was anxious to taste his dick
and to have his mouth wrapped around mine. To judge from his actions, he
was just as anxious to return the favor. I quickly forced the head of his
dick into my throat and began to massage it with my throat muscles as he
did the same to me. In all too short a time he was filling my mouth with
cum. I held off only as long as it took him to cum and then I let myself go
too.  Afterwards we moved around until we were lying side by side with our
heads on the pillows.

"Man, I needed that!" Chris said as he reached over and began to rub his
hand around on my belly.

"So did I," I told him. "I guess it's because I'm so used to doing it with
you, but you know all the right things to do. It almost feels like I'm
doing it to myself."

"Yeah, I think you're right. I feel like that too. And as soon as I can get
my hardon back, I'm gonna fuck you real good."

"You can start lubing me now. All summer nobody who fucked me could do it
half as good as you. I want it bad."

"Where's the lube?"

"Wait, I'll get it." I'd kept it in my toilet kit so my mom wouldn't come
across it. I brought it to the bed and handed it to Chris. Then I lay on my
back to let him do it however he wanted.

Chris got on his knees and crawled between my legs. He slid a hand under
each thigh just above the knee and lifted, pushing my thighs back toward my
chest. "Grab hold," he told me.

I did as he said, pulling my knees against my chest. I expected him to lube
up a finger and slide it into me. Instead he kissed me dead on my asshole
and began to lick the puckered muscle inside the circle of his lips. My
dick began to respond almost immediately to the stimulation of my sensitive
hole.

After a few minutes he began shoving his tongue into me. At the same time I
felt his hands sliding along the backs of my thighs, across my balls, and
up and down my achingly hard dick. I was in no danger of cumming so soon
again almost no matter what he did, so I gave in completely to the pleasure
he was causing. I ignored the passage of time, enjoying each moment for
itself. I had no idea how long he had been rimming me when I felt his lubed
finger replace his tongue. He finger-fucked me, twisting and poking at the
same time and once in a while touching my prostate to give me little
electric shocks of additional pleasure. Then there were two fingers and
finally three.

"I think you're ready," he told me.

"I think so too."

He fisted his dick to cover it with lube. Then he placed the head firmly
against my asshole and leaned forward over me to press his lips against
mine. I felt the pressure of his dick against my asshole increase slowly
until it started to move into me. At the same time he slid his tongue
between my lips and into my mouth and sucked in a breath that he pulled
straight out of my lungs. The combination of sensations was too much for
me. I had to raise my asshole to meet his dick, and as I did his dick head
moved past the ring of muscle and into me.  I paused for a few seconds to
adjust to the shock of his penetration and then continued to push up
against him. In less than a minute he was completely inside me. I wrapped
my legs around him to hold him there.

"Man that feels good!" he told me. "I haven't felt anything as good as this
all summer."

"Me neither," I told him.

"Lemme know when you're ready," he said.

"I'm ready now."

He slid his dick nearly all the way out of me and then back in again
without stopping. In no time at all he was moving my hips around in a
familiar way as he controlled where his dick went inside of me. He let me
get over each wave of pleasure from his dick's contact with my prostate
before he let it touch that spot again. All the while we kissed and sucked
each other's tongues.

It went on and on. It seemed like he had been fucking me for hours when I
began to feel the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm.

"I'm getting close," I told him.

"Just go for it. Let me take care of myself."

So I did. And I came hard, pumping a load of cum between our bellies.

No sooner was I cumming than he changed rhythm and began to move
faster. And then I felt his dick swell up inside of me as he pumped his
load deep into me.

When it was over, he stayed in me as long as he could. I caressed his back
as he lay over me.  Finally when his dick had shrunk and fallen out of me,
he rolled onto his back beside me.

"Man I'm glad you're home!" he told me.

"So am I," I replied.


To be continued
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