Date: Wed, 08 May 2002 13:55:58 -0500
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: MD Sequel, Part 3 - Jason and Andrew - Chapter 4

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 3 - Jason and Andrew - Chapter 4 - Jason

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 4 - Jason

I couldn't believe how great it felt when Mike jerked me off. I mean, it
was truly awesome!  Before that I really thought rubbing my dick head with
somebody's precum was great, but that was like nothing after I came the
first time. Course it was just a dry orgasm. At least that's what Mike
called it because I didn't make any cum like he did when he jerked off.  He
says I have to grow up some more and be like twelve or maybe even thirteen
before I start making my own cum. That means it could take a whole year!
But there's nothing I can do about it. And anyhow, I don't see how it could
ever feel better than what I already felt so I can keep on doing that.

It was wild watching Mike jerk off too. That white stuff coming out really
surprised me. If Mike hadn't warned me, I would have had it all over my
face. I don't guess I wouldn't have cared really. And it turns out it
doesn't always shoot out like it did that time because I got Mike to let me
do it to him when we went to bed and that time it just came out and ran
down his dick. There wasn't as much of it either.

I never really noticed before how tight the skin gets on Mike's dick when
he gets hard. I mean, I felt it a lot of times before and I even rubbed the
head, but everybody has tight skin on their heads so I didn't think
anything about that. But when I tried to jerk him off, he yelled right away
that I was ripping the skin off his dick. He had to show me how to hold it
and how much to move my hand. I mean his skin is tight! Mine's not like
that at all. My foreskin will slide all up and down over the head and I can
even pull it off the end and get hold of it there. I'm sure glad they
didn't cut mine off like they did his. My best friend Jeff is cut just like
Mike. I figured I was going to have to be careful with his dick when I
showed him about jerking off. I know he doesn't know about it because he
would have told me. We tell each other pretty much everything. I don't
think I know any kid my age who is uncut except me. But I haven't seen all
the kids' dicks that I know either.

It took a long time to get Mike to cum once we got in bed. He told me
that's because he already came the one time. But it was three hours later
then. That's a long time! I did it twice right together and I bet I
could've done it more too except for Mike telling me I shouldn't. But after
he finally came, I got him to jerk me off again too. Man that is one
awesome feeling!

I woke up in the morning a long time before Mike did. Mike sleeps like he
is dead and he is really hard to wake up. I started to jerk off, but I
could tell I was shaking the bed, so I got on the floor and did it. It
didn't take long at all and it felt just as good as it did the night
before. After that I got my pad and drew him sleeping a couple different
ways. His dick was soft when I started but when I was finishing up my last
one, it started to get hard. I watched while it did it.

I love to watch adults' dicks get hard. It's not like watching mine or
Jeff's do it. With us it is like one minute it is soft and the next minute
it is hard. But with adults their dicks stretch out first and turn on one
side or the other. And if they're pointing toward their feet when they
start, they do this thing so they turn around and point up their
bellies. It's almost like watching a mouse or something crawl around where
first it looks like is's going one way and then it changes its mind and
starts going the other way. I tried drawing a dick like it was a mouse one
time. I mean, I drew pubic hair and balls but in place of the dick was the
mouse as it was turning around to face upwards. Jeff told me it looked
weird even after I tried to explain it to him. But dicks do feel like
little mice except they're not hairy. But they are soft and warm and you
can feel the heartbeat in them when they are starting to get hard just like
a mouse feels in your hand when you hold it.

Anyhow, once Mike started to get hard, I quit drawing and started playing
with his dick. I didn't think I could make him cum while he was asleep, but
I knew he would start making precum and I wanted to rub that around on the
head of his dick. His isn't shiny like mine is, but it gets shiny from the
precum.

I was rubbing it just a little while when I got the idea that I could spit
on my finger and use that on the head of his dick while I was waiting for
him to start making precum.  That worked real well on him, so I tried it on
my dick too. It wasn't as slick as precum, but it almost was, and it felt
great. By the time the first drop of precum came out of Mike's dick, I felt
like I needed to jerk off again. I got on the floor and did it and then
went back to rubbing both our dick heads with his precum. I was just
beginning to think I might want to get on the floor and jerk off again when
Mike woke up.

"Hey, Jace. What's up?" he asked in a sleepy voice as he noticed me sitting
there next to him.  "What time's it?"

Before I could answer, he looked the other way at the clock on the night
stand. Then he looked down at his crotch. I was still holding his dick and
rubbing the precum around the head with my thumb. I was rubbing my own dick
with my other hand.

"Who do you play with when I'm not here?" he asked.

"Nobody. Well, I guess I did play one time with Dave and Bob a little bit.
Really a lot with Dave but not so much with Bob. He wakes up too easy. But
I'm gonna show Jeff about jerking off this afternoon when I see him. We
never did the thing with rubbing each other's dick heads because neither
one of us makes any precum. But I figured out this morning I could use spit
and it would work just like precum, so maybe we will do that too."

While I spoke, I switched from rubbing his dick head to jerking him off the
way he taught me.

After a minute or so, Mike said, "Don't do that, ok? I have to pee like
crazy and I don't like to cum with a full bladder."

I stopped jerking him, but I asked, "Why not?"

"It doesn't feel very good," he told me as he swung his feet onto the floor
and headed for the bathroom.

While he was gone I kept rubbing my own dick. It felt better and better
until I had to lie back on the bed and jerk off again. When I opened my
eyes after I came, Mike was getting back onto the bed.

"Looks like you've got that down pat," he said as he stretched out on his
side facing me.

"Yeah, I do," I told him as I reached for his dick. His hardon had gone
away when he peed, but I thought if I held it or rubbed it some, it would
come back. And anyhow, I just liked holding his dick.

Mike closed his eyes and lay there without saying anything, so I got to
thinking he might be going back to sleep. But then his dick started to get
hard in my hand. When it was all the way hard, I started to jerk him off. I
had to figure out another way to hold it because of the way he was lying so
I couldn't use the grip he showed me. After a few minutes he rolled onto
his back and that made it easier. When he came this time, it oozed out
instead of shooting like the first time. I asked him why and he told me it
had to do with how long it had been since the last time he came and how
excited he got. But he said it still felt really good and I figured that
was all that mattered.

After I got finished with Mike's dick, I started to think about jerking off
again too, but the head of my dick was a little bit sore feeling when I
touched it, so instead I just got up with Mike when he asked me if I was
ready to get cleaned up and eat breakfast.

After we ate I showed him the drawings I brought with me. He was real
interested in all of them and he looked at each one for a long time. Some
of them he asked questions about. I was wishing I'd brought the one with
the mouse so we could have talked about that. I decided he would
understand. I told him about it and I promised I would remember to show it
to him the next time.

"Ill try to remember to ask you too so that way one of us will remember,
ok?" He told me.

"Yeah," I said. I was excited that he wanted to see it that bad.

"Have you drawn other pictures like that too?" he asked. "I mean pictures
that show the way you think about something instead of the way you would
just see it."

That was hard to answer. I tried to tell him I drew all my pictures the way
I thought about something. I mean, they weren't like photos at all. Except
sometimes they looked like photos because if you took a photo of the same
thing at the same time I drew it, it might look the same as my drawing. But
I had to have this feeling in my head before I could draw something. That's
why I touched so many of the things I wanted to draw. I was getting more
and more confused as I tried to explain.

"Ok, I think I get it," Mike told me. "Let me ask it a different way."

He pulled out a drawing of my dad's dick. It was about half hard. I'd never
seen it any harder than that.

"Tell me what I'm seeing here," he said.

"That's my dad's dick."

"Does it ever look just like this? I mean, could I take a photo of it and
have the photo look just like this drawing?"

"I guess so. That's the way it looks a lot of times in the morning."

"If I saw it a lot of times in the morning, would this be what I saw too?"

I had to think about that. Once upon a time I thought everybody saw things
the same way when they looked at them but I found out that wasn't so. This
was what I thought of when I thought about my dad's dick, but I didn't know
if Mike would think about the same thing. I mean, if you said to me, "Your
dad's dick," this is the first picture I would get in my mind. But if you
said that to Mike, I mean if you were talking about my dad, I don't know
what picture would get in his mind. But then I guessed he would get the
same picture if he saw it this way more than he saw it any other way
because I already knew that was how I made pictures in my head.

"Yeah, I guess so," I told him once I'd finished thinking about it.

"But no matter how many times I looked at this dick, I would always see
this dick. It might be harder or softer or something, but it would still
look like an accurate drawing of a dick.  Understand?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"But when you draw it as a mouse except you put pubic hair and balls around
it, you are trying to make me see more than just this dick. You want me to
see how it feels to you and how it looks to you as it moves when it gets
hard. But because the hair and balls are there too, I also know it's a dick
I'm looking at. See what you're doing?"

"I thought that was what I was doing every time I drew it."

"That's right. But there's a chance I might not get the feelings you want
me to from a drawing that looks like a photo. But the drawing with the
mouse makes me feel it like you do."

"No it doesn't. I tried to get Jeff to understand why I drew it that way
and he didn't get it."

"That's always a problem when you draw something that isn't like a photo.
But if somebody does understand that kind of a drawing, then they get a lot
more from it than they can get from a photo. Did you show that to your
teacher?"

"Show her a picture of a dick? No way! She'd freak."

"Did you draw any others like that one. I mean, where it looks different
from the way photo looks?"

"No. That's the only one." I wondered if it was because I spent so much
time thinking about dicks. I never thought about anything else as much as
that.

"If you do, I'd like to see them too, ok?"

"Sure! You bet!" I was really thrilled he was so interested.

Mike picked up the drawing of my dad's dick and looked at it. "This is the
way he always looks in the morning, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Ever see him hard?"

"No. He always looks like this when he comes to wake me up." I pointed at
the drawing to show him what I was talking about. "I want to see him hard
so I can draw him that way. And I'm kind of interested in seeing if his
dick changes the way it looks like Dave's does when he is getting hard. I
mean, Dad's looks like it is almost as big as Dave's and he's got a
foreskin too."

Mike looked at me and asked, "Never tried sneaking into their room with a
flashlight, huh?"

"They keep the door locked at night."

"Really? I don't think they did that when I lived there. But I never tried
to go in their room either, so maybe they did. How do you know it's
locked?"

I was kind of embarrassed to tell him, but I did. "'Cause I did try
sneaking in one night."

He laughed at me a little bit. "Don't get embarrassed. I used to do that to
my dad too. I mean look at his dick when he was asleep."

"Did you really?"


"Yeah. After he and Mom got divorced, I used to go stay with him on some
weekends. He only had one bed at first so I slept with him. One night his
dick was sticking out the fly of his boxers when I was coming back from the
bathroom. I was a little bit older than you are now."

"So what did you do? I mean, did you touch it?" I was real anxious to know
all about it.

"Yeah. I just had to. First I did it with one finger. Then after I got my
nerve up, I wrapped my hand around it and held it. It was so hot in my
hand! I'd touched it before when we showered together, but it hadn't been
hard then." He had his eyes kind of rolled up the way people do when they
are trying hard to remember something.

"Did it get hard?"

"It was already hard. After a couple of minutes he rolled over and pulled
it out of my hand." He sounded disappointed.

"Wow! That is so great! Did you ever get to do it again?"

"Yeah, sure did," he told me, smiling. "You know how hard he is to wake
up."

"Just like you!"

"Yeah, just like me. Except not in the morning. He wakes up easy then. But
at night, man, no problem. You could probably push him out of bed and he
wouldn't wake up."

"So tell me!"

He smiled at me again. "I kept working at it every night I stayed with him.
I'd try to get it out the fly of his boxers and a lot of times I would be
lucky. Those times I got to hold it and even play with it a lot."

"And he never woke up and caught you doing it?"

"No, not really," he said. He looked like he was thinking about something.
Then he said, "What actually happened was I told him I wanted to stop
wearing any clothes when I stayed with him.  And I wanted him to not wear
any clothes either."

"I do that all the time when I stay with him and Bob. They do too. Didn't
they always do that?"

"No. And that was before he even met Bob, so it was just me and Dad."

"I guess he must have said it was ok. I mean, that's what he does now."

"Yeah, he was really cool about it. But what was funny was I couldn't stop
being nervous about it once I was naked."

He turned to face me and folded his legs under him on the sofa. I was
already facing him the same way. When he leaned toward me, I leaned toward
him too. It's how we sit sometimes when we are really going to talk about
something serious. Then he said, "The problem was I got a hardon that
wouldn't go away."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I was embarrassed about it. He had never seen me with a hardon
before."

"I get it, I guess. I'd get embarrassed getting a hardon in front of people
I don't know, but I don't get embarrassed about it in front of Dave or Bob
or . . ."

"Or me!" he said with a laugh, reaching over and rubbing his finger on my
hard dick.

I wrapped my hand around my dick. "Why would I get embarrassed with you? I
never get embarrassed with you."

"Sure you do. You got embarrassed telling me you tried to sneak into Mom
and Charlie's bedroom."

"Yeah, but I told you anyhow. When I'm trying to say is I can always talk
to you about everything even if I would be embarrassed about it if I told
other people.  You're my big brother."  I wanted to say some more about
that but it wasn't real clear in my head so I didn't think I could explain
what I meant any better than that.

"Thanks. I appreciate that," he told me, pulling me toward him and giving
me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"So what did getting Dave to go around naked and you getting a hardon all
the time have to do with touching his dick while he was asleep."

"Well, for one thing, it meant we slept naked too, so I didn't have to
spend all that time fishing around through the fly of his boxers to get his
dick to pop out. I got to play with it a lot more."

"That's great!"

"But what I really wanted to tell you about was what he did when I kept
getting hard."

"What? What did he do?" I couldn't wait to hear.

"He told me hardons are catching," he said with a big smile

"Aw, c'mon! They aren't either!"

"Well, sometimes they are. Honest. But anyhow, what he did was tell me to
watch his dick, and sure enough, it started to get hard."

"Wow! He made it happen on purpose for you?"

"Yeah. To make me less nervous and embarrassed about it."

"That's cool! That's really cool! Did you touch it then?"

"Not that time, but I did later on when we talked about jerking off. And a
lot after that when he was asleep."

"Did your dad teach you how to jerk off?"

"No, I already knew it. But we talked about it some. Then I decided to let
him see me doing it one time in the shower. Right after that he let me see
him doing it too."

"This is so great!"I said, falling back on the sofa and rolling
around. When I sat back up, I told Mike, "I really want to do that with my
dad."

"You mean see him hard or jerk off in front of him or what?"

"I want to do it all!"

"Well, one thing at a time is probably the best way to do it."

"I could just ask him about jerking off."

"You already know about it."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that. I could do it with him just like I did
with you and ask him what it is."

He got a funny look on his face. "Tell me something. Tell me the truth now,
ok? Did you already know about it when you asked me or was it an honest
question?"

"It was an honest question! I really didn't know!" I couldn't believe he
would think I would trick him like that.

"I just wanted to be sure. I mean, you're talking about tricking your dad."

"But I don't have to trick you. I can tell you right out what I want to
know. I really did wonder if rubbing dick heads with precum was what
jerking off was. I knew you'd tell me and you did."

"But you don't want to just ask your dad, huh?"

"It's different. I can ask him a lot of things, but I want him to do it
with me. I can ask you that and you will. I mean, you did. But I don't
think he will if I just go up to him and ask. So it's got to be a trick or
something. Don't you understand?"

He reached out and rubbed my head and then pulled me into a tight hug.
"Yeah, I understand.  I've done that kind of thing myself. Good luck with
it, little bro. I can't wait to hear how it comes out."


To be continued.
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