Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 13:05:54 GMT From: Tim Foure Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 20" (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 20 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. ___________ I woke up to find Jerry in bed with me again. It was getting to be such a usual thing that I didn't give it any thought. I saw Roger standing on the twins, licking one on the cheek. That twin woke up and jumped out of bed. Since I could see the birthmark on the other twin as he sat up, I knew the one standing was Pete. He started for the door with Roger close beside him. My mind was moving just fast enough for me to realize that he was taking Roger out. Right behind that realization followed another, that Pete was naked. Before he got out the door, I called him back and told him to put his pajamas on first. Knowing that he didn't care whether he was naked or not, I added that it was cold. That did the trick. Both twins pulled on their pajamas and ran out the door. I was still lying there, although I had gotten out from under Jerry, and the circulation had restarted in my leg, when Bill came in. "Where're Pete 'n Pat?" he asked as he lifted Jerry from my bunk. He was apparently now taking it for granted that Jerry would sleep with me every night too. "Roger," I answered. "Oh," he said as he sat on the edge of my bunk in the place vacated by Jerry. Jerry had wrapped his arms and legs around his dad and had his head on his dad's shoulder. Bill was rubbing Jerry's back gently as he seemed to do every morning to help him wake up. I was still drowsy and not paying much attention. Suddenly I felt Bill's other hand slide across my belly under the covers. It continued under the waistband of my boxers until it reached my piss hardon. It then started sliding up and down my dick at the same speed as his other hand moved around his son's back. Every third trip down my dick the hand would go farther down and slide over my balls too. I started waking up much more quickly. I put my hand on Bill's knee. He swivelled around a little so that his right leg, bent at the knee, was completely on the bunk. I slid my hand straight up to his crotch, under his robe but still outside of his pajama pants. I felt around for the fly. I could feel his balls and his hard dick inside the material of the pants, but I couldn't get to them. Finally I found a small opening, just large enough for me to slide my finger inside. I was touching pubic hair but that was all. "Just a sec," Bill said. He stood up, reached inside his robe, did something which I couldn't see, and sat back down as he had been before. I slid my hand back into his crotch, this time finding his hardon sticking out of the fly. I started stroking it slowly. I felt his hand retrace it's trail across my belly and continue the caressing motions on my dick and balls. "Feels good," I said. "Yeah, does." We had been doing it for two or three minutes when he said, "Just a little faster." I speeded up my stroking. Suddenly there was cum shooting up my arm. I was very surprised since Jerry was still wrapped around him and he was still slowly stroking Jerry's back. However, Jerry, his head on his dad's shoulder, seemed oblivious to what we were doing. After Bill came, I continued to hold his dick, rubbing it with my cum-slick fingers instead of stroking it. He grasped my dick and began stroking it instead of rubbing it as he had been doing before. I usually don't have much interest in sex in the morning because the sensations seem dull in comparison to what they are like at night, but something about the situation with Jerry in the middle of it made it seem more exciting. I was beginning to feel the warning sensations of an impending orgasm when Roger and the twins exploded into the room. Bill's hand left my dick immediately, and I pulled my hand out of his crotch and back under the covers. The noise of their arrival also caused Jerry to raise his head. Bill went straight from the middle of our sexual encounter to the beginning of the morning rituals for the boys. He herded them into the bathroom, giving me a look that told me he was sorry to have abandoned me so close to cumming. As soon as they were all in the bathroom and the door was closed, I jerked myself off using Bill's cum as lube. I had to use my boxers to wipe up the cum and was just putting them away when Bill and his sons emerged from the bathroom. "It's all yours," he told me, so I went in to get cleaned up. Christmas now being over, everyone seemed to be at loose ends. Bill made an effort to get his boys and Roger outside to get some air and some exercise, but the two girls had no interest in that and sat around the family room with bored expressions on their faces. With the exception of Grandfather and Tony, the adults didn't real like each other enough to put out the effort necessary to keep a conversation going. Tony and Grandfather didn't really like each other either, but they had Grandfather's opinions in common and seemed willing to rehash them an infinite number of times. I decided to join Bill and the boys. We passed most of the day outside, finally coming in towards the end of the afternoon. Roger collapsed in front of the fireplace, quickly joined by the twins when they had gotten out of their coats. All three were asleep in seconds. Jerry crawled into his dad's lap, looking as if he wouldn't be conscious long either. Linda handed Bill a drink. The only light in the room was coming from the Christmas tree and the fire. It was very warm and cozy. I drifted off in my chair too, waking only when dinner was announced. After dinner we watched tv. There was another series of Christmas specials which all of the adults professed a strong interest in seeing. By that time I think that they would have been content to watch a flower bloom if it meant they didn't have to talk to each other. We were only half way through the programs when Linda told Bill that he could probably put the boys to bed early since they were practically asleep already. He gathered them up and started them toward the stairs. Pat carried Roger, who seemed too exhausted to move under his own power. I got up and followed along, taking it for granted that I would help. Bill told Linda that he'd be back down after they were settled. Bill got his own clothes off, and then between us he and I got the clothes off of the boys in a hurry. He herded them into the bathroom and straight into the shower room. Roger continued to sleep on Pete's bunk, where Pat had deposited him. The routine was completely familiar to me now. I dried Jerry, who was always bathed first. When Pat was being rinsed, Roger came into the shower room and sat next to me with an expectant look on his face. Bill propelled Pat toward me after he had had the lather rinsed off, and Roger and I dried him. I was waiting to see if Roger would lick his genitals again, and I could see Bill watching out of the corner of his eye. We weren't disappointed. Bill and I caught each other's eye as Roger very carefully licked Pat's small penis and ball sac. Roger repeated the process with Pete. I got undressed as Bill took the boys back into the bunk room and was rinsing off the lather from my shower as he returned. "Sorry about this morning," he said as he started to rub my already-hard dick. "Nothing else you could do," I said as I took hold of his. "Least I shut the door so you could finish yourself off." "Yeah, I noticed. Thanks." Bill went down on his knees then and started sucking my dick. He licked my crotch area, even holding up my leg so he could lick completely around my balls. Then he stood up to let me do the same thing to him. I got him very close to cumming and then stopped. "I guess we're ok for a few more minutes," he said as he sank to his knees again. In practically no time at all he had me at the edge of an orgasm. I told him, "Do it!" So he did, swallowing everything I gave him. We swapped places quickly, and just as quickly he came in my mouth. The last drop of cum hadn't left his dick more than a few seconds before he was starting to get into his clothes. "I guess I better get back down there," he said. "I'm staying here. I'm tired," I told him. He left a short while later, taking the chair he had used to bar the door. I was trying to decide if I wanted to jerk off again, but in the end I decided I didn't. Instead I gathered up my clothes and went back into the bunk room. Roger and the twins were dead to the world. They had shed their pajamas, leaving them on the floor, so I picked them up and laid them on a chair. Roger seemed more thoroughly integrated into their pile of arms and legs than he had been the night before. I put my own dirty clothes away and found a pair of clean boxers. I was just about to put them on when I noticed that Jerry was looking at me. I put my elbows and chin on his bunk so my face was very close to his and whispered, "Why aren't you asleep?" "Waiting for you," he told me. "How come?" "Dad let me sleep in my underpants like you. I asked him to. Wanna see?" Before I could answer him, he lifted up the covers and showed me that he was wearing his white briefs. "Yeah, I see," I said. "Won't you be cold without your pajamas?" "Nope, we never wear 'em at home. Just here. Can I sleep in your bed?" "You want to swap bunks?" I asked, smiling because we both knew that wasn't what he wanted. "No! I want to sleep with you!" he whispered forcefully. "Sure, I guess so," I said. He was down and into my bunk in a flash. Seeing him at eye level with my dick reminded me that I was still holding my clean boxers. I started to put them on. "You ever sleep just naked?" he asked. "Yeah, you?" "Yeah, lots of times," he said. "Sometimes dad puts me to bed like that and sometimes I just take my underpants off." I didn't know what to say to that. I slid into the bunk next to him. He was against the wall instead of on the outside as he had been the previous nights. There wasn't a lot of room. He was practically on top of me by the time we found a workable position. "Want to sleep naked tonight?" he asked me. "No, guess not," I said. It didn't actually make any difference to me, but since I had put my boxers on, I didn't feel like taking them off again. "Dad does all the time," he told me. "He does?" I said, a half question. "How do you know?" I asked. I was beginning to get an idea of where he was headed, and since I had wanted to go there myself when I was his age, I decided to fight the urge to go to sleep and to let him talk to me for a while. "I get in bed with him and mom sometimes. He's got a real big one." I almost said I knew it, but I caught myself in time. "Does he?" "Sure does! And you know what?" he asked me. "Shhh. You're getting too loud. You'll wake your brothers." I whispered. Then I asked him, "What?" "It can get really really big," he whispered back. "How does it do that?" I asked, already pretty sure I knew the answer. "If you touch it for a while that's what happens." "Did you do that? I mean touch it?" I asked. "Sure did! But I didn't know that would happen at first." "What did your dad say?" "He didn't know about it. He was asleep," he told me. I was thinking how much like what I had done this was, except that he was half my age when he did it. "You didn't wake him up, huh?" I asked. "No, sure didn't. I did it a lot of times before he ever knew it." "How did he find out you did it?" "He woke up one time." "Oh yeah? Did your mom wake up too?" "She wasn't home." "What happened then?" "He asked me what I was doing," he said. "What did you say," I asked. "I told him I didn't know." I thought that that was probably the truthful answer, that he really didn't know what he was doing. I certainly hadn't. I had just known that I wanted to do something. "What did he say?" "He said I shouldn't be doing it." "Were you still doing it after he woke up?" "Yeah, kinda. But I stopped," he said. "I told him I was just making it get big." "What did he say?" "He didn't say anything. I said I just liked to touch it and feel it get big." "So you didn't do it any more after that, huh?" I asked. "Yeah, I did! He asked me about it. He was real surprised I was doing it all that time before he knew it." "I bet he was," I said, thinking how long I had played with my dad's dick before he ever found out about it. "And you know what?" "What?" I asked. "I just started touching it again while he was talking to me. He never said to stop or anything!" "That's wild!" I said. "Well, he did say for me to stop after a while." I fought the urge to ask if the reason his dad had told him to stop was because he had cum. I settled for, "Why did he?", figuring if his dad had cum, then Jerry would tell me enough details for me to know it, but if he hadn't and Jerry didn't know about such things, I wouldn't be putting an idea in his head. "Dunno, he just said I maybe better stop so I did. I think he was 'fraid he was gonna pee or something because it was leaking some," he told me. "That happens to me sometimes if I wait too long to pee." That answered all my questions about it. "So then what happened?" "He told me I had to keep it a secret and it was real important." "Did you?" "Yeah, I did. You're the only one I ever told." "It's ok you telling me, but you really really do have to keep it a secret, ok?" I said. "Yeah, I know. But I knew it was ok to tell you." I wondered why, but I didn't want to ask. I didn't think he could have heard anything that went on in the shower room or at least that he could have made any sense of it. The room itself was too noisy with both showers hitting the tile for almost any other sounds to carry. There was a moment's silence, and then he continued, "You know what else?" I had no idea, so I asked. "What?" "He cuddled with me so we could go back to sleep and he touched mine while I was going to sleep. It felt really really good!" "Wow," I said. "We only did that a couple of times since then. When mommy was gone." "Did you go get in bed with him?" I asked. "Yeah, I kinda made myself think about it so I would wake up. I can do that, can you? Then I went and got in their bed." I thought about my plan to force myself to wake up by drinking gallons of water just before bed. "No, I'm real hard to wake up." "Me too mostly, but not when I think hard about it." I thought we were finished talking and I was about to drift off to sleep when he said, "Can I touch yours?" Given that I had cum less than a half-hour before, I didn't think he would get much reaction out of it, but I said, "Yeah, if you want to." I felt his hand slide down my belly, under the waistband of my boxers, across my pubic hair, and around my dick. As soon as he had a good grasp of it, he started rubbing the head with thumb. If it had been even a few minutes sooner, I wouldn't have been able to stand it. "My dad's is bigger than yours," he told me. "Yeah, I thought it was," I said. "Do you think yours will get as big as his?" "I dunno," I said. "Do you think mine will?" "Probably, you're his son. You'll probably be a whole lot like him." "That would be really really great to have a big one like his," he said. "Yeah, it would," I said. He let go of mine and pulled his hand out, probably from lack of encouragement on the part of my dick. "Want to feel mine?" he asked. "Sure," I said. He rolled off of me so his back was flat against the wall and he was laying on his side. Then he took my right hand and put it on his belly. Finally he pulled out the waistband of his briefs so I could slide my hand under it, which I did. His dick, when my fingers came into contact with it, was hard as could be. I took hold of it with my thumb and middle finger and started rubbing it up and down the back side very gently with my index finger. "That feels good. That's what my dad did to it," he said. "I can only do it a minute, ok? I am real tired." "That's ok," he said. I must have actually gone to sleep rubbing his dick for him. To be continued. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.