Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 08:34:35 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel Chapter 48

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 48 - 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 48 - Mike

From that night on I was welcome in Dad and Bob's bed whenever I stayed
with them, and I took advantage of my welcome every time I could. But I
didn't tell Chris about what had happened.  Once Bob had moved in with Dad,
Chris seemed to accept the idea that my dad was now permanently out of his
reach. I didn't want to do anything to change that.

But other things also changed, or at least I found out they had changed,
during the two weeks I was home before I started college. I had loved my
little brother Jason from the moment I first saw him and I took care of him
whenever I could, even to the point of changing his diapers voluntarily
when he was at that stage. But before I'd left he seemed to take me for
granted in much the same way he took Mom and Charlie for granted. From his
point of view we had been there from the beginning. After I came back he
seemed to notice me as an individual and to seek out my company. I suppose
he learned from my having left that I wasn't a permanent fixture in his
everyday world and that he would have to make an effort if he wanted to be
with me.

That first night I was home when he had gotten to sleep without his pajamas
because I had 'ganged up' with him against Charlie set the tone for our
relationship from that point on. After that he took it for granted I would
try to see things his way and help him out when I could. I suppose that
became the definition of 'big brother' for him. Even during those two weeks
he shared secrets with me and asked me not to tell Mom and Charlie about
things he'd done that he thought he wasn't supposed to do. In some cases I
explained why he wasn't supposed to do something while keeping what he'd
told me to myself. In others I just kept his secret for him.

Once I left for college I continued to write to him even though we talked
on the phone every week or so when I called home. When Mom told me she was
teaching him how to read, I began to print my postcards carefully so she
could use them to encourage him. And every once in a while I would get a
postcard in return which he had labored over to print with his own hand. He
was always glad to see me when I came home on a visit, and whether he
started off the night in bed with me or not, he was usually there by the
morning.

While Chris and I had some very hot sex during those two weeks before we
started college, it felt as if he and I weren't as close as we had been
before I left for England. Much as I hated to admit it, my not being there
that summer meant he had opportunities he probably wouldn't have had
otherwise. I knew he thought it was because when we were together, people
were more attracted to me than him. I thought this was pure bull and told
him so, though I did know that I could sometimes have the same effect on
people that my dad had. And I hated it as much as my dad did. I mean, I
didn't put out any effort to look the way I did, so when somebody would
drool over me before they even got to know me, it turned me off of them in
a big way. What I thought really happened when Chris and I met someone
together was either that he sort of disappeared behind me so the other
person hardly even noticed him or he came out with some direct and usually
crude comment that left the other person with nowhere to go in getting to
know him.

So things were a little unsettled between us when we moved into our shared
dorm room. As we started school, a pattern developed. When we were
together, just the two of us, it was Mike and Chris the way it had always
been. We had some very hot sex at night in our room. Sometimes he fucked
me, but that was usually when I asked him to. The rest of the time he
wanted to suck and be sucked, and he wanted the sucking to last. He could
keep me excited but not let me cum for an hour if it suited him.

But when it came to other people, he wanted them to choose which of us
they'd be friends with.  It wasn't that I couldn't go places and do things
with him and his friends or that he couldn't be with me and mine. But it
had to be clear whose friend each new person was going to be when we met
them. This meant we saw less and less of each other except when we were
alone in our room.

Toward the end of the fall, Chris began to concentrate his dating on one
girl. Her name was Becky. I liked her but I seldom saw her. I couldn't
imagine that Chris was actually afraid she'd become more interested in me
than him because the few times I saw them together, it was obvious she was
really attracted to him. But he never suggested we double date and he was
rarely willing to do it when I suggested it.

I got the idea right away that he was more serious about Becky than he had
been about the other girls he'd dated because he never talked about the sex
they had together. With the others he'd come home from a date and tell me
every last detail of what had happened. Then, the talk having usually
gotten us both hot no matter how well either or both of us had scored that
night, we would suck each other off before we went to sleep. The first time
I knew for sure he and Becky were having sex was in the middle of spring
semester when he started talking about the two of them finding an apartment
and living together. He was apologetic about leaving me without a roommate
for our sophomore year, but of course I understood that his relationship
with Becky would have to come before our friendship. And he and I continued
to have sex after his announcement just as we had been doing throughout the
year.

I told Bar and Sands about Chris's plans the next time they visited. They'd
been coming every month or six weeks for a weekend and we'd spend most of
the time in bed together in their hotel room. They didn't much care for
Chris anyhow and I knew from him the feeling was mutual. I think they might
have liked him if he hadn't worked at putting them off right from the
start. I suppose they were the first people he identified as my friends,
and for that reason he decided not to have any more to do with them than he
had to. I'd thought at the time it was because he saw them as competitors
for my attention. But after he'd told me about his and Becky's plans, I saw
his dislike for them as the beginning of his effort to pull his life loose
from mine.

Bar's reaction to my housing problem was simple. "Now you've got no reason
to stay here.  Transfer and you can live with us."

"Certainly can!" Sands agreed.

And so I did. I had no difficulty getting accepted at their school since my
scores had been good and my grades were among the best. But I had been
surprised when Chris had encouraged me to transfer too. I'd expected our
relationship to deteriorate even more once I told him what I was thinking
of doing, but instead we grew closer again. Suddenly he was always around
me or asking me to do things with him. He even began including me on dates
with Becky, even when I didn't have a date of my own and it would be just
the three of us. I had a hard time understanding what was going on with
him, but my dad helped me figure it out. Once Chris knew we wouldn't be
together at the same school, he and I continued to remain as close
emotionally as we had been before my summer in England.

I don't know if my relationship with Bar and Sands would have affected my
life in the way that it did if I hadn't decided to change schools, but
affect my life it did. Late in the spring I received an offer of a summer
job from the same bank Bar had worked for the previous summer. It came
right out of the blue, but of course I knew who was behind it. Bar had
recommended me for the job he had had and they were willing to hire me
without an interview because of it. It meant I would have to spend the
summer on the island, but I would be earning enough to save some money as
well as to support myself while I worked. Bar's summer job was in London,
though he did manage to come visit twice. Sands, on the other hand, had
nothing planned, so she came to spend the summer and, as she put it, 'keep
house' for me. The first thing she did when she arrived was rent a house
that was much larger than my one-room apartment. I complained that I
couldn't afford the one she'd chosen and that I wanted to pay my own
way. She replied that I had two choices. If I was determined to spend my
hard-earned money, then I could continue to live in my apartment and visit
her or I could pay her what I was paying for my apartment and live with her
in the house. After a short period of stubbornness on my side, I moved into
the house and her bed.

As it turned out, we needed the space because we had visitors almost
constantly throughout the summer. Since I insisted it was Sands's house,
she began to issue invitations without telling me her plans. She invited
Dad and Bob to come and she invited Charlie and my mom to bring Jason.
Some of the people I'd met in England came, as did Peter, Tess, and a few
friends of Bar's and Sands's from college that I hadn't met on my weekend
visit at their condo.

Dad and Bob hit it off with Sands immediately. She said she'd entertain
them the first day I had to go to work after their arrival. I was amazed to
come home and find the three of them sunbathing in the nude. After that we
seldom wore clothes while they were there unless we were leaving the house.

I took it for granted that my mom didn't know that I was sleeping with
Sands and wondered how she would react to it, but I shouldn't have
worried. When I raised the issue with her, she told me she hadn't ever
thought of me as slow about anything else and would have been surprised if
I'd turned out to be slow in that area. I got a second surprise that night
when a naked Jason slithered into bed between me and Sands. Of course both
of us were naked too. I came awake in an instant and was preparing to rush
him back to his room when Sands woke up enough to say a sleepy "Hello,
Jace," before laying an arm over him and going back to sleep. After that he
slept with us every night, but he didn't arrive until we were asleep or
nearly so.

Seeing Sands naked prompted all sorts of questions from Jason, so after
talking with Charlie about it, I gave him a basic version of the birds and
the bees. That brought up even more things he wanted to know, and I did
have to tell him I didn't think he ought to ask Sands to let him look at
her crotch.

This kind of questioning from Jason continued throughout their visit as he
mulled over whatever I'd told him and then came back with new
questions. After several days of answering him, I decided to ask why he
wasn't coming to our room until after we were asleep.

"Mom said not to," was his direct response. "She told me not to go for one
hour."

"So you stayed awake a whole hour after your dad put you to bed just so you
could come sleep with us?"

"Yeah I did," he said, but he got the look on his face that always signaled
that he'd held something back.

"C'mon, give. What aren't you telling me?"

"The first time I came right away. I saw you doing it."

I started to ask him, 'Doing what?' when I realized he was telling me he'd
sneaked into our room while we were having sex. I tried to think back to
what we had been doing the night of their arrival.

"Did you watch us?"

"Yeah. But I didn't understand what you were doing."

I decided not to ask for details. "Did you tell Mom?"

"I asked her to explain it to me."

"Explain what you saw?"

"Yeah."

Now I was intrigued. "What did she say?"

"She said you were making love. She said you had to be alone to do that."

"Is that all?"

"Yeah. You told me a lot more."

"Well, thanks for leaving us alone for a while each night. We do need you
to do that."

"So is it ok?"

"Sure. If you can stay awake long enough. Glad to have you."

"Good."

It wasn't until after they'd gone home that Sands told me she'd woken up
one night to find Jace had his finger inside her. "He told me I was
sticky. I told him that was your fault."

"What?"

"Well, since you'd told him the mechanics of sex, there didn't seem to be
any point in holding back that piece of information. I certainly didn't
want him to grow up thinking girls have naturally sticky pussies."

"That's funny!" I said, remembering my inspecting my dad's dick while he
was asleep and thinking Jace was following in my footsteps.

"He was very serious about it. He wanted to have a good look but he said
you'd told him he shouldn't ask me."

"I did tell him that."

"I wouldn't have minded. I didn't mind, actually. But I told him I didn't
think he could see all that much in the dark and that when he got home
maybe he ought to find a girl his own age and offer to show her his if
she'd show him hers."

I couldn't wait to hear how he made out with that approach. I didn't doubt
for a minute that he'd tell me all about it.

When the summer ended, I went home for a short visit. Sands went back to
England at the same time. Chris's visit home overlapped mine by only a few
days because he had to get back to find an apartment for himself and Becky,
but we spent the entire time together. It was easy to have sex during the
days because Mom and Charlie were at work and Jason was in day care. We
also had sex the one night Chris stayed over with me. When I woke in the
morning, I was surprised to find Jason in bed with us. He had come in at
bedtime the previous two nights, but he hadn't come the night Chris stayed
over. When I got the chance later I asked him about it.

"I waited one hour," he told me.

I saw the connection immediately, but I asked anyhow, "Why did you do
that?"

"'Cause you and Chris make love then."

"Who told you that?" I wanted to know, afraid he'd had another conversation
with our mom.

"Nobody. Didn't I do right?"

"Yeah, you did. Exactly right."

"You were sticky just like Sands. But not in the same place."

"I don't have a place like Sands does."

"I know. But you were sticky anyhow."

"Yeah, that's true. How did you find out?"

"I felt you."

"Felt what? You mean all over?"

"Yes. I felt Chris too. Sometimes your dick gets big."

"You mean when you touch it?"

"Yes. "

"Do you touch it for long?"

"Sometimes. My dick doesn't do like yours. It only gets big when it wants
to. It doesn't look like yours either."

"Yours looks like your dad's." Then I explained circumcision to him.

"Somebody cut your dick?" he asked with a look of horror as he cupped his
hands over his crotch.

I offered more explanation, but apparently nothing could justify such an
action in his eyes. That night he wanted to know if I would show him my
dick. I gave him a tour of it centering on the circumcision scar. Then he
wanted to compare mine to his. He finally decided that except for size and
his foreskin, our dicks looked very much alike.

At the end of my first week at home I went to Charlie's office for my
annual physical. My mom had reminded me that it was nearly time for it and
suggested I ought to have it before I went back to school. Charlie had been
my doctor since he had given me the physical so I could take the swimming
course at the Y. Chris had only gone to him the one time and then started
going to another doctor, and I didn't have any trouble seeing why.

Charlie had me scheduled at the end of the day so I could ride home with
him when we were finished. When the receptionist called my name, Alice,
Charlie's nurse, met me at the door beside the receptionist's window, took
me to the bathroom so I could pee in a cup, and then showed me into an
examination room. She also told me my dad had been in a week earlier for
his exam and that I looked more and more like him every time she saw
me. She handed me the paper gown I was supposed to wear for the exam and
winked at me as she left.

I took my clothes off but didn't bother with the gown. There didn't seem to
be any point in covering up something Charlie had seen in the bathroom just
that morning, and he didn't seem surprised that I was naked when he came
into the room. He had just begun listening to my heart with his ice-cold
stethoscope when Alice knocked on the door to tell him she and the
receptionist were ready to leave and to ask if he needed anything before
they did. Since he didn't, she said good night to both of us.

Charlie continued with the examination, listening, poking, prodding, and
occasionally asking me questions. As he did, I thought about how long it
had been since he and I had had sex. Jason's being there in the morning had
brought our occasional jerk-off sessions in the shower to an end.  Just
thinking about it, though, caused my dick to swell, so by the time he was
shoving a finger into my balls to test me for a hernia, my dick was
sticking up my belly.

"I see there's nothing wrong with this," he said, tapping my dick with the
back of his index finger.

"Nope. Works real well," I told him as he wrote something on a clipboard.

"Must be because you're giving it so much exercise," he said without
looking up from his writing.

"Not as much as all that," I said, "but I was kind of thinking." I let the
last word trail off.

He looked up, his pen poised over the paper. "About what?"

"Whether yours needed some exercise right now."

"Now that you mention it, it has been a while since it got a workout."

I leaned forward slightly on the table, reached into his open lab coat for
his zipper, and pulled it down. As it got to the bottom, I could feel his
hardening dick pressing against the material of his pants. I reached
through the fly and into his boxers to fish it out. Once I had it, I slid
off the table, dropped to my knees, and took it into my mouth. I began to
tease the end of his foreskin with my tongue while I pulled up on the shaft
to force more of the foreskin off the end of his dick.

"That really feels good," he told me.

I looked up to see him still holding the pen in one hand and the clipboard
in the other. I would have told him I was glad he liked it but I didn't
want to release his dick from my mouth. Instead I drove my tongue between
his foreskin and the head of his dick and sucked the loose skin over my
tongue as I twirled the tip around his dick head. I could taste his precum
as it began to flow.

He let me suck him for a few minutes before he threw the pen and clipboard
onto a cabinet and pulled on my shoulders to get me to stand up. As soon as
I did he pushed me back against the examination table and helped me slide
my butt up onto it. He began to lift my legs, forcing me to lie back on the
table. And then suddenly I felt his mouth on my dick. He was using a lot of
suction as he ran his tongue around and around the head. I let him work on
me until I began to feel the warning signs of an orgasm.

"Stop," I told him. "Give me a chance."

He let my dick fall from his mouth.

"Can we get you out of your clothes?" I asked

He slid his lab coat down his arms as I moved off the table and began to
open his belt. Between us we had him naked in under two minutes. Then I
pushed him onto the examining table and went to work on his dick. I pulled
his foreskin back so I could lick and suck on the head. Then I forced it
forward to pull at it with my lips and nibble it gently. He was very
sensitive there. I alternated doing both of those things with forcing it
deep into my throat and massaging the head by swallowing.

When I thought he couldn't take much more without cumming, I moved to his
balls, licking and sucking them into my mouth while I continued to stroke
his shaft with a loose fist. I first felt and then saw the precum running
down his dick. I licked it off while I continued to stroke him and then
went back to teasing his balls.

When I moved back to his dick, I took the whole thing straight into my
mouth and pressed my nose and lips against his pubic hair. I gave him maybe
half a dozen long strokes before he began to shoot. I squeezed his dick
tightly with my lips and my fingers and stroked only the shaft as he came.

He relaxed for a few minutes as he calmed down after his orgasm. Then he
got me to switch places with him. A few minutes later I was filling his
mouth with cum. I wouldn't say he sucked dick as well as some others, but
he did give it a lot of enthusiasm.

A week later I moved into Bar and Sands's condo. We had an argument over my
paying my share which I lost. "We already own it. What's the point?" Sands
had said. I had told Mom and Charlie I would be sharing Bar's room, to
which Mom had responded, "We'll say that if anyone asks." The look on her
face told me she had taken my statement as a joke. She took it for granted
I would continue sleeping with Sands. Dad and Bob already knew the real
situation.

To be continued
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