Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 08:18:17 -0500
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel, Jason and Andrew - Chapter 3

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 3 - Jason and Andrew - Chapter 3 - 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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This story is a continuation of "Me and Dad the Sequel". Different
characters are narrating different parts of the story, so you need to take
note of who's talking as you read each chapter.

Chapter 3 - Mike

The next morning I called my dad to see if he and Bob wanted to have lunch
and go to a movie with Jace and me. It turned out Bob was working, but my
dad was all in favor of it. We met him at a restaurant in the mall, had
lunch, and meandered down to the box office to buy our tickets.  Since
there was a little time before the movie would begin, I let Jace go into
one of a group of stores that catered to kids his age while Dad and I sat
on a bench where we could keep an eye on him.

"He's really growing up," I told my dad.

"They do that. Faster than you can believe."

"I found out just how fast last night."

"Yeah?"

"I woke up, and he was playing with my dick."

My dad got a funny smile on his face. "I can identify with that
experience."

I smiled too as I remembered. "Yeah, I guess you can!"

"Must be something in your mother's genes that makes both of her sons grope
guys while they sleep."

"More than just the two of us. Think about Uncle Bill. Of course I don't
know that he does it while they sleep, but I know for sure he does it."

"Yeah, and neither one of us was asleep when he did. That's another
experience we've shared."

"True," I said.

"So now I guess we have to wait until Andy grows up and find out if you've
passed those genes on to him."

"Probably have," I said with a laugh. "They're sure dominant in me."

"They're pretty dominant in Jace too. Bob told me he did the same thing to
both of us the last time we babysat him. I slept through it but Bob woke up
while Jace was investigating his dick."

"He played with both your dicks?"

"Mind you, it's all hearsay from my side. I slept right through it. But Bob
woke up to find Jace on the floor beside the bed. He had his head under the
sheet and was shining a flashlight on Bob's hard dick. He said Jace had a
good firm grip on it too."

"Except for the flashlight and the sheet, the same thing happened last
night. He was rubbing my precum around the head of my dick when I woke
up. He kept right on for a few seconds and then he started rubbing it on
the head of his own dick. Didn't faze him a bit that I'd caught him. In
fact, he didn't act 'caught' at all. Just kept right on playing."

"That's a step past what Bob said he did to him. Of course, you two have
always been close. He must have felt he wasn't doing anything wrong, which
I suppose he wasn't. Bob said Jace told him he wanted to make a drawing of
his dick when it was hard so he had to see what it felt like.  Bob also
told me Jace had done over a dozen drawings of my dick in various states of
erection.  He said they were very accurate."

"Bob would know, that's for sure."

Dad nodded his head in agreement. "Jace could've just have been gathering
information last night."

"I think maybe mine was the first one he did. He showed me two drawings of
it that he did from memory and then asked me to pose for him so the
drawings would be more accurate. He wanted me to be hard too."

"Not bashful about asking for what he wants, is he? So how did it end last
night?"

"I got him to go back to sleep. To tell you the truth, he had me pretty
close to the edge when he finally stopped."

"If he had you dripping precum, he'd been working on you for quite a while
before you woke up.  You're lucky you didn't cum, though I don't suppose
there would have been any harm in him getting you off. It's not like you
two'd be the first two brothers who'd ever jerked each other off.  Would he
have known what was happening when he suddenly found himself holding a
squirting dick?"

"Don't know. I don't think he's old enough to do it himself yet."


"No, I'm sure he's not. He's not showing any sign of having started
puberty. Though it might not be long. He's eleven. In fact, nearly twelve."

"I didn't tell him about cum or give him any of those kinds of details
years ago when I had the birds and the bees talk with him. Besides, I doubt
if he even remembers that talk."

"Oh, he does. You can bet on it. Kids never forget things you might wish
you'd never said."

"I don't wish I hadn't told him that. I'd checked with Charlie first to
make sure it was ok with him. I wonder if he's gotten more information from
anyone else, like an older boy. I'll ask him later."

"Be careful. You might be opening a can of worms. Just asking the question
could give him an idea he hasn't had on his own yet."

"True," I said, thinking back to my own careful investigations of my dad's
dick and the way he handled it once he finally found out what I was up
to. "It's one thing to tell him something he already wants to know. It's
something else to push him past the place he's ready to go naturally."

But I was still curious. It was obvious he wasn't trying to bring himself
off in a dry orgasm because he almost certainly never would have gotten
there with what he was doing to his own dick. I sat through the movie
thinking of various ways to get the information I wanted without pushing
him at the same time. I was no closer to the answer when the movie ended
than I had been at the beginning. But as it turned out, Jace was a step
ahead of me.

I picked up fixings on the way back to the condo, we cooked supper and ate
it, and the two of us showered together. Afterwards we decided to watch
TV. I settled myself into the corner of the sofa with my legs stretched out
in front of me on an ottoman. Jace fitted himself under my arm and used my
shoulder for a pillow. My arm dangled over his shoulder so my fingertips
barely grazed his chest. As I began to rub his chest and belly lightly, I
realized we were in the same position and doing the same things my dad and
I used to do, except now I was playing Dad's role. I wondered if the same
kinds of things were going through Jace's mind that used to go through
mine. As it happened, I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Jace had settled with his left arm bent and his hand lying where his hip
touched my thigh. He lay still as we watched the beginning of a program,
but when the first commercial came up, he began to shift his hand
around. The positions we were in and the location of his hand put my dick
and balls within his easy reach. In fact, it would have been almost
impossible for him to have avoided them if he moved his hand at all. Within
a few seconds he had slid his hand over my crotch and taken a loose hold of
my dick. Since it was lying on top of my balls, he partially cupped them as
well.

I waited to see what he would do next, but minutes passed and his hand
stayed motionless where it was. I glanced down at his dick to see if it
would give me a clue about what was going on in his mind, but he was
completely soft. I was at a loss, so I tried to concentrate on the TV
program even though I had lost all track of the story. But it was
useless. My attention kept wandering to the feel of his warm hand on my
dick and balls, and after a few minutes I started to get hard. I wasn't
embarrassed about it since Jace had seen me hard countless times and had
had his hand on my hard dick only the night before. But I wondered what he
would think about my suddenly getting a hardon.

Nothing he was doing helped me understand what was happening inside his
head. As my dick hardened, he lifted his hand so it could swing around and
point up my belly. He even moved his hand out of the way when it caught
against his thumb in its upward motion.

Once my dick had found its usual place pointing up my belly, Jace lowered
his hand onto the bottom part of the shaft and cupped my balls again, now
enclosing them almost completely since my dick was no longer taking up any
room. The soft skin of his wrist was pressing lightly on the sensitive skin
behind the head of my dick. And his wrist was moving up and down slightly
against that skin as my own breathing raised and lowered his forearm. Since
there was nothing I could do about it, I decided to pretend it wasn't
happening. But the slight motion of his wrist with its silky skin on the
most sensitive part of my dick was steadily increasing my level of
excitement, so pretending was easier said than done. I tried to remain
relaxed, fighting my body's natural tendency to tense up and force my dick
against the source of pleasure. But inevitably precum started to flow,
which I realized when a drop fell through the thinnish treasure trail above
my pubic hair and landed on my belly. A short time later another drop fell
and then another.

After the third drop landed, Jace shifted his grip to the shaft of my dick
and slid it around, forcing my dick to stand at a right angle to my
belly. As soon as it was upright, he began to run the thumb of that same
hand around the head spreading precum as he went.

I couldn't decide if I was in heaven or hell. On the one hand, the ball of
his thumb felt wonderful as it circled the head of my dick. On the other, I
thought my trigger might be more sensitive than usual since I'd stayed
excited for quite a long while the night before without cumming. I was
afraid I'd lose control at any second.

Then, as I watched, he took hold of his own dick with his other hand and
pulled his foreskin back from the head. My attention had been so firmly
focused on my own problem that I hadn't even noticed he'd gotten hard. I
continued to watch as he scooped an emerging drop of precum from my dick
with his index finger and rubbed it around the little red head of his own
as it stood up nestled in its foreskin collar.

I couldn't stand it any longer. "What are you doing?" I asked.

And I got the answer I should have expected. "Nothing."

"Well, you're doing something there."

"Just the same thing I did last night. You said you liked it."

"I do like it! That's the problem."

"Why's it a problem?" he asked as he sat up and turned to look at me. He
also didn't miss a beat as he continued to rub my precum onto the heads of
both our dicks.

'Why indeed?' I wondered. He was clearly sharing something with me which
he'd somehow discovered and which he thought was a good thing. And I agreed
with him because it was a good thing. But while he could apparently enjoy
it forever, I knew where I was headed. I wondered which was the better
approach, to tell him he should stop, which would certainly cause him to
ask 'why?', or just to let things follow their course and warn him before I
covered him with cum.  Wanting to put off the decision as long as possible,
I stalled by answering his question with another question.

"How'd you learn to do this?"

"I figured it out for myself. It's really neat, huh?"

"Yeah, it feels great. How did you figure it out?" Since he didn't make
precum himself, there had to be someone else involved. I thought I might
get some of the information I was looking for about what he knew or was
ready to know.

"It was kind of an accident. When I was looking at Dave's dick, this stuff
started to ooze out of it. It looked like the same stuff that came out of
Bob's dick when I was looking at his. I knew it wasn't pee from the way it
shined in the light. So anyhow when it came out of Dave's, I decided to
touch it and see what it felt like because I didn't get a chance to do that
with Bob's."

It was obvious to me I'd have to play this out all the way unless I wanted
to admit my dad had already told me about the flashlight incident, and that
seemed likely to create more problems than solutions. "Why were you looking
at their dicks? I mean, when did you do that?"

He looked a little sheepish. "I didn't know if they would show me theirs
hard like you did, so I did it while they were asleep." He went on to tell
me the whole story in much more detail than Dad have given me, ending with,
"It looked like the more I rubbed Dave's dick, the more of this stuff would
come out. When I thought it was gonna start dripping on the bed, I decided
to see what it would feel like if I rubbed it on the head of my dick. It
felt great!"

"So you were holding my dick before to make it get hard?"

"Yeah. I found that out by accident too. I mean that just holding
somebody's dick will make it get hard. Somebody grown up. It doesn't work
on kids."

"Who all have you tried it on?"

"First I did it to Bob. I was trying to figure out how you made your dick
get hard that one time when I was drawing it. If I'da known that was what
you were going to do, I woulda paid better attention."

"You could've just asked me. I would have told you."

"Well, you weren't right there when I wanted to know. Anyhow, I picked Bob
because he's cut like you. I thought that might make a difference. Then
when he got hard and I wasn't doing anything except holding it, I figured
that was the trick. So then I tried it on Dave. I thought it might not work
because he still has his foreskin, but it did. So I tried it on you and it
worked on all three of you. Will it work on everybody?"

"I don't really know. Why did you want me to get hard now?"

"I wanted you to make the precum stuff so I could rub it on my dick
head. You have to get hard before that happens, right?"

"Right." It all made perfect sense. And I had to admit he was being much
more methodical about finding out what he wanted to know than I had ever
been. I decided to change the subject. "So, have you made a lot of drawings
of Bob and Dave?"

"Sure did. Dave's dick is really interesting to draw when it's getting
hard. His foreskin changes shape lots of different ways before he's done. I
drew a bunch of pictures of the ways it looked.  As many ways as I could
remember."

I remembered how fascinated I had been with my dad's foreskin and his dick
in general, so I had no trouble imagining what drew Jace to it. "Do I get
to see the drawings sometime?"

Jace stopped rubbing the heads of our dicks for the first time since he'd
started. "You can see them now. I brought a whole bunch with me. Mostly
they're the special ones of dicks but I brought some others too."

"Want to get them now?"

"I want to ask you something first."

"Ok. Shoot."

"Is this what they mean when they say they're jerking off?" He wrapped his
hand around his dick, held it firmly, and rubbed his thumb around on the
head.

"Where did you hear about that?"

"Some guys at school were talking about it. I kinda overheard them."

"What did they say?"

"One guy was telling another one that it felt really good. He said you do
it by rubbing your dick and that makes it feel good. I thought what I was
doing was maybe jerking you off and me too."

'Here we go,' I thought. "It's kinda like jerking off but there's more to
jerking off than what you were doing."

"Cool. Tell me."

I started off by reminding him of what I'd told him about sex years before.

"You know what?" he said. "After you told me about that, I could never
figure why people would do it so much. I mean, I know people want to have
kids and all like that. But you and Sands did it just about all the time
back then. And it never made any sense to me why guys would do it at all
with each other when there was no way they were going to have a baby."

"But now you get it?"

"Yeah, I get it now. You never said how great it feels. Now I would do it
all the time too if I could."

"You'd rub your dick raw."

"Maybe," he said, giving me a dubious look. "So jerking off is just doing
it to yourself so it feels like it would if you were doing it with somebody
else?"

"Yeah. But there's more to it. Something that feels even better than what
you're doing now." I went on to explain how much better it felt to cum and
what happened when you did.

"How do you make that happen?" He wanted to know. "Can I do it the same
way?"

"I don't know if you can do it at all yet. It's another thing your body
might not have developed enough to do yet."

"But you can do it, right?"

"Yeah, I can."

"Show me!"

And there we were, the place I didn't want to go. But in truth I couldn't
think of any better person to teach him than me. If we'd been closer in age
as most brothers are, I would probably have taught him without giving it a
second thought. 'So why not,' I decided.

"Ok, this is how you do it," I told him.

I wrapped my thumb and index finger around my dick right below the head and
bent the other fingers back out of the way so only the middle of my
"finger" finger would rub the shaft of my dick. And then I began to stroke
myself slowly. After all the stimulation it had received, I could have cum
in ten seconds flat, but I wanted to make it last a short time at least so
he wouldn't get the idea it was like pushing a button.

He had watched intently as I'd bent my hand into my favorite shape, and as
I stroked, he leaned closer and closer to watch until I said, "You might
want to back up some so you don't get cum all over your face."

"I thought it would ooze out like the precum. You mean it's gonna shoot
out?"

Given the level of excitement that two nights of stimulation had gotten me
to, I had no doubt it would. "Definitely," I told him.

"Cool!" he said as he backed away slightly.

A few seconds later I felt the familiar tingle behind my balls and then I
was cumming. The first shot must have reached a full two feet above my
belly before it curved toward my head and landed in the middle of my
chest. The second followed it, achieving less height but landing almost on
top of the first. Altogether there were five shots, the last three of which
landed closer and closer to the base of my dick, followed by three pulses
of cum which simply ran down the head and over my thumb.

When the last small waves of pleasure had finally died away, I looked at
Jace. "That's what jerking off means," I told him.

"Wow! That's something. That's sure a lot more than what I was doing." As
he spoke, he stuck his finger into the largest pool of cum and rubbed it
around. Then he picked up some and rubbed it between his fingers.

"It's slick like precum but kinda lumpy feeling too," he told me.

I explained why.

"So you could make a baby out of this stuff?"

"You'd need a woman's help and things would have to work out just right,
but you could."

"Are you sure I can't do it? I'm gonna try anyhow."

With that he wrapped his fingers around his own small dick in the same grip
I had used and began to stroke. He got a look of intense concentration on
his face and began to stroke his dick with increasing speed. In no time his
hand was a virtual blur as it traveled up and down his dick.

After he'd worked at it for two or three minutes without getting any
results, I said to him, "You don't have to use the same grip I use. Guys
hold it lots of different ways."

He stopped and looked at me. "Like how?"

"Well, for one thing, I hold mine like I do because the skin won't
move. But some guys who aren't cut hold it so the skin slides up and down
over the head." As I finished speaking, I hoped he wasn't going to ask me
whose uncut dicks I'd had hold of.

Instead he leaned back on his hands, lifted his crotch toward me, and said,
"Show me!"

There seemed no reason not to. I tried to take hold of his dick in a loose
fist, but the palm of my hand was wider than his dick was long, so I teased
his foreskin as far up onto the head as it would go, took hold of his dick
at the base of the head with my thumb and index finger, and without
squeezing too tightly, began to slide the skin on and off the head.

"Ohhh! That feels a lot better than what I was doing," he told me. I
noticed his eyes were half closed.

"Want to try it that way?" I asked.

"No. You keep doing it, ok? That really feels great!"

I kept doing it until suddenly his body went rigid and he shook a few
times. At the same time his dick seemed to swell slightly between my
fingers. I stopped stroking him immediately.

After a few seconds, maybe half a minute, he relaxed and opened his
eyes. "Oh, man!" he said after a minute or two. "That was awesome!" Then
after looking at his dick for a short time, he said in a disappointed
voice, "But nothing came out."

"No, I didn't think it would. Like I told you, your body still has some
building to do inside before you'll be able to do that. But you're getting
there. You had a dry orgasm."

"I had an orgasm. That's wild! I want to do it to you." He grabbed for me.

"Sorry, no way," I told him as I pushed his hand off of my dick. "You could
probably do it again almost right away, but it'll be a while before there's
any way I'd be able to do it again. My batteries take a while to recharge."

"Ok. Then I'll do it to myself. That felt so great!"

I watched as he mimicked the grip I had used and began to stroke himself at
about the same speed as I had done him. I wondered if he would actually be
able to repeat it after so short a time.  But after a few minutes his eyes
closed, and then suddenly his hand froze and he began to shake.

"That is really great!" he told me again. "I didn't know what I was missing
with just rubbing the head like I was doing."

"But that did feel good," I reminded him.

"Not as good as this."

"Nothing feels as good as an orgasm, no doubt about it. How about handing
me the box of Kleenex down there?"

He stretched out along the sofa, snatched the box off the end table, and
handed it to me. I pulled out a handful of tissues and wiped my chest and
pubic hair clean of cum. I had to tell Jace that I still wasn't ready yet
to do it again and I talked him out of doing it to himself a third
time. With a little more talking I got him to settle down in the position
we'd been in before, but he was too interested in talking about sex to
watch any TV. So off and on for the next two hours I listened to his
speculations and answered all of his questions.

To be continued.
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