Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 20:50:47 GMT From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad, part 23) (M/t) (incest) Me and Dad, part 23 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. ___________ We both slept later than usual the next morning since we had been up so late the night before. I remember thinking before I went to sleep that it would be wonderful if I could wake up before my dad did, so in a way I suppose I tried Jerry's trick. However it happened, I did wake up before he did, long enough before him in fact that I had time to reach full consciousness before he awoke. I was hard and had to pee bad, but I knew if I moved, I would wake him. Since I didn't want that to happen, I suffered with the pressure of my bladder. I laid on my side, head propped on my hand, and enjoyed looking at his dick, fully extended in a piss hardon, the foreskin open at the end so that I could see the head inside. I never got enough of just looking at it. When he woke up, he became fully conscious instantly. He looked at me and smiled, then looked down at my crotch. "No show this morning?" he asked. "Not awake enough. And I have to pee." "Why didn't you?" "Didn't want to wake you." "I'm awake now, let's go pee!" he said as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, dick bobbing up and down ahead of him. We shared the toilet, him with his foreskin pulled back and his hardon pushed down and me just trying to force my dick low enough so that the stream would hit the water and not the toilet rim. It was the first time I was aware of us ever sharing a toilet. I liked watching him pee. But then, I like most everything having to do with his dick. We went from the toilet to the sink to brush our teeth, and into the shower. By then I was awake enough to be interested in sex, but dad said we probably didn't have time because Larry and Chris were coming to pick us up. I would have preferred to stay near the bed or the sofa and make up for all of the quickies with Bill, but we now had eleven more days ahead of us instead of only the six remaining of my vacation. Mom had set it up with dad at my grandparents' house the night before. She said that since I'd only be home the one Thursday night and then back with dad for the weekend, I might as well stay with him until that Sunday night. Their getting along was certainly having its benefits for me. "What're we gonna do?" I asked. "First you and I're gonna get something to eat real quick. Larry and Chris're picking us up for lunch. Then we're going to a movie. Then the gym. Then we'll see," he told me. "Sounds great," I said as we went into the kitchen. They were due in a little more than an hour, so we had toast and coffee to take the edge off of our hunger. Lunch was going to cover two meals. While we were munching our toast, dad said, "You need to know about some stuff that happened." "Yeah, I wanna tell you what happened to me too," I said. "I want to hear about that, but you have to hear this before they get here." That puzzled me. "So ok, tell me," I said. "Well, Monday night Larry brought Chris along to the gym. It turned out all that stuff you were feeding me about Chris was true." "It was true! I never told you anything he didn't say, honest!" I said. "Yeah, well, I thought you might have been exaggerating. Anyhow, Larry told me when he asked Chris about going to the gym with us, Chris wanted to know if he got to come back and suck dick too. That was why Larry was calling, to see how I felt about it." "How did you? Did you do it?" I wanted to know. "Just wait, I'm telling you. So I met Larry and Chris at the gym. We got there at the same time. Chris didn't look real good. He was red in the face and kind of puffed-up looking. When we got to the locker room and we were all changing clothes, it turned out Chris had a hardon. I mean he already had it, he didn't get it there." "Wow," I said. "What happened then?" "Larry asked Chris what he was going to do while we did our routines. He said he would run the track. When we went back to our lockers afterwards, he was just sitting on the bench there. Larry and I were going to soak in the hot tub for a while, but Chris said he couldn't because he had a hardon. We both laughed at him, but it turned out he wasn't kidding. And he looked like he was having trouble breathing. He couldn't take a shower either for the same reason. We let him sit there while we got rinsed off as fast as we could. Then he pulled on his pants and sweater over his workout stuff. We just carried the rest of his clothes with us. "When we got back here, I told Chris to get in the shower because he was still sweaty from the gym. I was afraid he would catch a cold from being out in the weather. The two of us helped him pull off his clothes. It turned out he still had that hardon. "Larry and I never got a chance to cool off properly either because we were in a hurry to get out of there. We decided it wouldn't hurt us to get a real shower too, so we took off our clothes. As soon as Chris got out of the shower, he went down on his knees and started to suck my dick. He was just kneeling there dripping wet sucking my dick which wasn't even hard. Well, it got hard pretty quick, but it didn't start out hard." "I told you so! I told you so!" I said. "He kept the whole thing in his mouth even after it was hard. I was afraid he was going to choke but actually it was the first time the color in his face went back to normal. Larry got him to get up after a few minutes. I went straight into the shower. When I came out, Chris was sitting on the toilet lid sucking Larry's dick. He still had a hardon too. I was thinking about getting him calmed down, so I asked him if he wanted a drink or something, but he told me he just wanted to suck my dick." "I told you that was all he was thinking about!" I said. "Ok, ok. Anyhow, I told him we could go in the bedroom. I pulled the covers down on the bed and got on it with Chris. He dove on my dick again in a second. I told him he should take it a little easy because he was jamming it down his throat. It didn't feel all that great to me, so I could just imagine what it was doing to his throat. He stopped long enough to tell me that he wanted it too bad to wait any more. I just gave in and let him do it. I came before Larry even got out of the shower. "I thought Chris would ease up then, but he didn't. He just kept my dick pushed as far in his mouth as it would go. I mean his nose was completely buried in my pubic hair. And he was jerking his own dick like crazy. I told him if he would hold off a minute, we'd help him. But he just shook his head no while he still had my dick in his mouth. Next thing you know, he's shooting on my leg. He was straddling one of my legs. It wasn't until after that that he finally let go of my dick. He was laying over on his back when Larry came in from the bathroom. "Larry asked what was happening, so I told him. He was trying to make a joke out so he asked if it was his turn. Chris was, like, intense. You know what I mean?" "Yeah, I do, I understand exactly what you mean," I said. "Chris crawled right over to the edge of the bed and started to suck Larry's dick. Larry pushed him off of it and laid down on the bed. Then Chris was right back on him. I watched them for a while. Chris's hardon never went down even right after he came." "I never really saw somebody suck somebody else off. Just when Chris and I were sucking his dad, but I really didn't get to watch because I was doing it," I said. "I've only seen it a few times. It's hot to watch but it's different too." "Whatcha mean, different?" "Different, you know, you're not in it, you're just watching. You can't feel it and you can't make it feel good for somebody else. And they're not doing it for you. Wouldn't even matter to them if you weren't there. Understand? Anyhow, you might get to see it tonight. That's why I'm telling you about this now. But it's up to you." "Oh, sure, let's do it tonight!" I wanted to see Chris sucking my dad. And what was more, I wanted my dad to see me sucking Larry and Chris. I was having all sorts of fantasies, one flying through my mind after another. "What happened then?" I asked. "Chris started stroking his own dick after he sucked Larry for a while. I figured I would help him out, so I got behind him and took over stroking it for him. That set him off again. He started sucking Larry faster and faster, and the next thing you know Chris is shooting again. I was surprised. It was the second time in less than an hour. Larry came right after him. "I told Chris I was sorry that all he got was a hand job, but he said it was great. Then he wanted to suck my dick again. I got hard watching them. I told him no. You woulda thought I yelled at him or something. He looked so beat down when I said it. But I was hungry and Larry said he was too. Usually we bring supper home with us on our way from the gym, but we didn't stop this time. Larry said he'd go for burgers. Chris and I laid on the bed and watched him pull his clothes on. He left his underwear off though, sort of like a promise that there was more sex to come when he got back. "As soon as he was gone, Chris asked me to let him suck my dick again. It was still half hard. I told him no. I wanted it to last longer this time and I wanted it to be better for him too. He told me it couldn't get any better for him that it just was." "He was telling you the truth, ya know? He's been hot for you for so long!" I said. I could tell my dad wasn't really buying what I was saying. The fact that he takes people's breath away is completely lost on him. That's probably why he has that effect. "Anyhow, I let him lick because he practically begged me. I showed him some stuff he could do with my foreskin. He really loved that. He had me pretty hot by the time Larry got back. We all sat in bed naked and ate. Then we started trading off, except that Larry or I was always working on Chris's dick. He said we were making him crazy after a while, but we wouldn't let him cum. I decided two quick ones was enough and I wanted this one to last for him. Larry must have decided the same thing. One of us sat on his chest and pinned his hands. We let him suck our dicks and balls while the other one worked on his. We let Chris take both of our loads before we finally let him cum, and then it was with both of us working on him at the same time that brought him off." "He must have been in heaven," I said. "Guess so. But we better get dressed now. They'll be here in a few minutes." "Doesn't matter if we're dressed or not, does it? I mean, no secrets, right?" I said. "You can be naked if you want, but I've already had Chris attack me once. My dick was sore after he got done. I'm gonna be wearing clothes when he gets here." "But what about later, you don't want to do anything later?" I asked. "No, no. I do! But I figure he won't be so crazy this time if we're all here and get into it in a more reasonable way. He was just like a wild man on Monday," he told me. We were just barely dressed when Larry and Chris arrived. Chris immediately whispered to me, "Man, we gotta talk! I tried to call you for hours last night!" "We were at my grandparents' house until real late. I already know about Monday night. Dad just told me. So you finally did it!" "You know it, man! But wait 'til I tell you! I bet you don't even know the half of it." That was as far as we got. Dad handed me my coat and gym clothes and told me to head out the door. It felt very strange. The four of us knew we were going to have sex that night. In my mind, the question that came up was, "Why wait?". I wanted to do it then, and I know Chris did. But our dads had other plans for the day, so that was that. I think that was the first time I realized that where you put sex in your list of priorities depended on how much experience you've had with it. Chris looked like he might explode from pent up energy all afternoon. And he was fidgety, something I had never seen before. Chris had always been energetic, and he gave the impression that he had even more energy on tap if he needed it. He never seemed tired, not even at bedtime when he went from fully awake to fully asleep in one second, as if a switch had been thrown. The same was true in the morning, but in reverse, as if the switch had suddenly been thrown in the opposite direction. Unlike me, his bulb lit immediately. Since we always spent at least one and often several nights each week sleeping in the same bed, I would guess that we had spent at least a third of our lives in each other's company. In all that time, I had never seen Chris fidget. This day was different. At lunch Chris seemed to be trying to swallow his burger whole. He looked as if he would clean his plate completely before the rest of us had even made a significant dent in what was on ours. Larry told him, "Ya know, you're supposed to chew. You're gonna choke!" Chris stopped in mid-swallow and looked up at his dad. The look was almost that of a child who has been caught doing something wrong. There was a momentary furtive quality to it, and an element of wide-eyed surprise. Chris chewed the large bite in his mouth three times in an exaggerated manner before swallowing it with a gulp. He washed it down with half of his coke. Then, finally, he said, "Ok." Larry and my dad looked at each other. You could read "What can you do?" in their faces. Chris started eating at a more normal pace after that, but it was obvious that it was taking effort on his part to do it. I figured out that he was trying to make time move faster so that we could get through the afternoon's planned activities and get to the sex. I was sure he had no idea that he was doing it. When I realized it, I suddenly saw Chris as a runner at the starting blocks waiting for the gun to tell him it was time to funnel his pre-race tension into speed. But no matter how fast Chris ate, the gun wasn't going to go off for some time yet. When I finished eating, Chris and I went to the restroom. "Man, you gotta calm down!" I told him as I pulled down my zipper "I know it! But I can't! I can't wait!" he answered as he fished out his dick to pee. It came out hard and he had to force it down. His need to empty his bladder was being completely thwarted by the iron grip of his prostate, which had ideas of its own about what ought to be discharged. Chris's face showed the effort he was making to pee. "You'll be crazy by tonight if you don't." "I'm already crazy! I don't know how you can stand it!" he told me. "It's not gonna happen 'til tonight no matter what. That's how I can stand it." His flow finally started. "I guess I gotta," he said resignedly. I became aware that a man standing at the urinal beyond Chris's had noticed Chris's hardon and seemed to be taking an active interest in it. While Chris had gotten the urine flowing, he hadn't had any effect at all on the state of his erection. His dick was clearly as hard as a rock. The guy beyond Chris was staring at it openly. Since Chris was looking at me, he couldn't see him at all. I could see that the guy had begun stroking his own dick and was getting good results. I watched it lengthen. Since this guy was not embarrassed about it, I thought, "What the heck." So I nodded toward Chris, who was now tapping his hardon to shake out the last drops, and said, "Look." Chris turned his head and looked at the guy, who had a full hardon and was stroking it. Perhaps it looked to the guy as if Chris were stroking his too because of the way he was working the last little bit of urine out. "If you come into the stall with me, I can take care of that for you," the guy said as he reached for Chris's dick. His gaze then moved to me and he added, "I'll take care of you right after I get done with him." He favored us both with a broad smile, as if to demonstrate that his mouth had sufficient capacity and was up to the task. I was amazed. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. But Chris was unfazed. "No thanks," he said, literally pulling his dick out of the man's hand. "We gotta use these later. We can't be messin' around like that right now." He was forcing his hardon back into his pants and zipping up as he spoke. Then he said to me, "C'm'on," as he turned away from the urinal. I realized I was still standing there with my dick in my hand. I quickly put it away and followed Chris out. The guy at the urinal was still holding his hardon. He looked as amazed as I felt. "Wow!" I said to Chris. "That was really cool! You never told me that kind of stuff happened to you." "Whatcha mean? Nobody ever grabbed my dick before." "But you acted so cool! Like it happened to you all the time!" I said. "Aww, man, I woulda told you if it did," he said in an exasperated voice. "I didn't want him messing around with my dick. We're gonna need everything we got for tonight! Too bad he couldn'ta tried that some time when we coulda let him do it." For some reason, Chris appeared calmer after that. He didn't fidget at all during the movie, which, unusually, was one that all four of us enjoyed. Taking advantage of a very dark moment, I reached over to see if he was still hard. He wasn't. However, when it got light enough again for me to see him, he was staring straight at me with a surprised look on his face. He leaned close to me and whispered, "Why'd you do that?" "I wanted to see if you're getting calmed down," I whispered. "Geez, man," he whispered, "you coulda just asked. Now I got a hardon from you groping me." And the next time it got dark enough, Chris returned the favor, groping me thoroughly and giving me a hardon too. I thought about doing the same thing to my dad, but I decided he wouldn't get the joke. It was about four when we got to the gym. We changed into our workout clothes without incident since no one had a hardon. I think dad and Larry were relieved. In his usual oblivious manner, Chris was going about the business of changing his clothes when he noticed that all three of us were looking at him out of the corners of our eyes. He froze in place, naked and holding his jock in his hand. Looking from one to another of us, he asked, "Whatsa matter with you guys?" Larry spoke for us all, "Just checking to see if you were sporting a rod like last time." "Awww," was all Chris said as he looked down to pull his jock on. But he did blush a very noticeable shade of red. The gym was fairly crowded, probably because so many people had the week between Christmas and New Years off from work. Dad said it was more like it was when they left on a normal night than when they came in, since usually the crowd started smaller and grew as more men came in from work. He said he expected that the opposite would be true this time, with more people leaving as the dinner hour neared. He asked what we were going to do while he and Larry did their routines. Chris and I answered in unison, "The track." They were hardly out of earshot when Chris said, "Man, I been dying to talk to you ever since Monday night!" "Yeah, I want to hear all about it," I answered. I was sure my dad had given me the facts. Now I wanted to hear Chris's spin on them. "When my dad asked me if I wanted to come to the gym with them, I got this monster hardon! I mean it hurt! I asked my dad if I'd get to suck with them afterwards or what. I didn't know what I was gonna do if he said no. All I could see in front of me was your dad's dick from the second he asked me if I wanted to go." "But that worked out great," I said as we started jogging in the slowest lane of the track. "Except I had this hardon that wouldn't go away! I didn't want to jerk off or anything because I knew what was gonna happen later. I didn't wanna blow any chances. Awww, don't look at me like that, you know what I mean. I was afraid if I jerked it, then it might not get hard later when I needed it." "Man, you can get a hardon ten seconds after you cum! You didn't have to worry about that!" I told him. "I wasn't thinking all that clear. I kept feeling like I couldn't get my breath or something. So we get here and I still got this hardon. There weren't many people around in the lockers. I just kept my butt facing toward the other guys so only our dads could see me. But all of a sudden it hits me that this is the first time your dad's seen me with a hardon. There wasn't a chance it was gonna go away after that. And on top of it, both of them start to get hard. I wanted to just drop down on my knees and start sucking your dad off. I been dreaming about his dick forever!" "Good thing you didn't! I wonder what they'd do if somebody did that in the lockers?" I asked. "No telling. So I decide to run the track, kinda run off the hardon. I mean, you can't keep a hardon and run at the same time, right? But it turns out you can, because all that happened was it rubbed against my jock and got me hotter and hotter the faster I ran. And all I could see in my mind was your dad's dick getting hard right in front of me. I finally had to go back to the lockers and sit down because I couldn't get my breath right and I was sweating like a pig. I dunno how long I sat there before they came back. I was still sweating like crazy." "Were you sick or what?" I asked. "I dunno. I never had it happen to me like that before. Anyhow, they wanted to get in the hot tub. I couldn't. I knew there was no way to hide my hardon. And besides, I couldn't stop sweating as it was. If I hadda got in that water, I woulda died. I couldn't even take a shower to cool off because all of a sudden it seemed like half the guys in the place were jammed into the shower room. They had to take just a quick shower when they got the chance and then we went back to your dad's place." "He told me all three of you were still sweaty. He was afraid you'd all catch cold." "They pulled my clothes off and shoved me in the shower right away. Now it was all different! Now I didn't want my hardon to go away because I figured we were finally there, it was finally gonna happen! But I had to let the water be just cool anyhow to cool me off some because I had to stop sweating so bad. I let it run down my back and not touch my dick. I don't think it woulda mattered anyhow. Steam woulda probably come off my dick if water had of hit it." I laughed at that as I pictured it in my mind, Chris's dick like a red hot poker that a blacksmith was shoving into a tub of water. "Don't laugh. It wasn't funny." I looked at him, still grinning, and he grinned back. "Ok, so maybe it is funny," he said. "But then when I got outta the shower, there was your dad just standing there naked. He wasn't hard, but I couldn't wait any more. I just went down on my knees and started sucking him. He got hard in my mouth. I was like in heaven. All the times I thought about that and here it was happening. I don't know how long I was doing it before they made me get up. I guess I wasn't breathing because I had like half of your dad's dick down my throat. I don't even know how it got there without me gagging or something." "That happened to me sucking him too. I just got so hot I could take it when any other time it would've just made me gag," I told him. Then I remembered that, according to the story we had told Chris and Larry, dad and I weren't supposed to have done it but a few times. I wondered if he would call me on it, but he didn't. His eyes were focused somewhere off in the distance as he continued to tell me what had happened. "Your dad jumped right into the shower when I let go of his dick. Dad dried me off and sat me on the toilet. His dick was right there in front of my face so I started to lick on the head. It was already like half hard. It shot right up, so I started sucking it. I got it down my throat too. Even with that big head. It was funny, I would like start to black out or something and then I would come too with a dick down my throat. "It got really cool when your dad got out of the shower. He took me in the bedroom and laid out on the bed. He looked so hot laying there. I guess I kinda jumped on him. I was getting that blacking out feeling again. It kept happening over and over. I remember him telling me to slow down, but I hadda have it right then. I felt like somebody might take it away from me so I had to get it while I had the chance. Does that make any sense?" "Yeah, I can see it," I said. "When he came, I thought I was gonna die. I had to cum, I couldn't wait any more. I had your dad's cum inside me and I had to. I shot all over his leg. I guess he made me get off his dick then. But next thing I really knew my dad was standing beside the bed asking me to suck his dick. I did it. He ended up laying on the bed. I don't even know how that happened. But I was still sucking his dick. Then I felt your dad behind me with his arms wrapped around me and jerking my dick. It was like something I dreamed of! I both came and so did my dad right after me. "I was gonna suck your dad's dick then, but he wouldn't let me. Instead my dad went out and got us some food. I guess I kept begging your dad to let me suck him but he wouldn't let me. But after a while he let me lick it and he showed me how to get my tongue inside his foreskin and stuff like that." "Isn't that great?" I said. "Yeah, I wish I had one. You can do so much stuff playing with it," he told me. "Listen, I can't keep talking and running like this. How about we go sit in the steam room or something until they're done?" "Ok. But I want to hear the rest of what happened." "Maybe there won't be anybody in there," he said. We went back to our dads' lockers and got out of our workout clothes. Neither one of us was hard but we weren't exactly soft either. I noticed that the place had begun to empty out. There were only a dozen or so guys left. We picked up towels and headed into the steam room. The light was dim and there was a lot of steam, so we just stood by the door for a minute until our eyes adjusted. Then we followed the bench down the side. Chris was leading and I was behind him. When we got to the corner, I figured Chris would sit down there, but instead he walked along the bench on the back wall. I started to be able to see the benches on the other side. I suddenly realized I could see two guys that looked like they were laying on top of each other. The guy on top suddenly lifted his head, so I could see that he had actually been sucking the dick of the guy on the bottom. They both started to grab for their towels and get up. Then I heard Chris say, "Listen, we're gonna sit on the other side. We just wanted to know if there was anybody else in here. You don't have to leave, ok?" We had stopped moving toward them when Chris spoke. I could just barely see the two guys, who seemed to look at each other. Then the one who had been on top and who was sitting up threw his towel off to the side and bent back down to the other's crotch. Chris turned around and walked back the way we came. I followed right behind him. I was thinking that we could probably have sat near those two guys and watched because they didn't seem to care. We settled in the corner. We were both hard. I knew I had gotten hard when I realized what the guys were doing on the other side of the room. Perhaps that was when Chris had gotten hard too. I decided that I could play with Chris's dick for a little while without any danger that I would make him cum. I reached my hand into his lap and grasped his dick, which was already slick with swear. I started stroking it slowly with a loose hand. He said in a very quiet voice, "That feels great! But don't make me cum, ok?" "No problem," I told him, almost whispering. "Tell me the rest." "My dad was gone a while getting the food, so I was just playing with your dad's dick. I was having a great time with it. He started oozing precum too and I was licking that off. It was even better than the stuff I been thinking about doing with him. I made myself keep my hands off of my dick, but I kept having these like blackouts, not really out but like I wasn't all there. I think it was because I was just so hot. I mean I came twice already but I still had a hardon. "When my dad got back, he came right in the bedroom with the food. He handed it to us and we pulled it outta the bags while he was taking his clothes off. It was wild, he didn't have his underwear on. We didn't say anything while we ate. I got done first and I tried to start sucking your dad while he was eating, but he pushed me off. He did let me take hold of his dick but that was all. He didn't want me jerking it or anything. I stretched out so I could get hold of my dad's too. He moved over closer to me so it was easier. I was just sitting there holding their hardons while they finished eating." We both heard some moans from the other side of the room. As they got louder and louder, I realized the guy on the bottom was probably cumming. Then there was a long "Ohhhh!". Chris and I looked at each other and smiled. "There he goes," Chris whispered. "So after they got done eating," Chris said, "your dad made me lay down on my back and he sat on my chest. He leaned over me so he was like on his hands and knees, except most of his weight seemed like it was still on my chest. He pinned my hands down on the bed with his too. It put his dick practically in my mouth. He told me to go easy and use my lips and my tongue so I did. I felt my dad spread my legs and start licking around my crotch. I felt like I could cum in a minute, except he never let me. I was just about going wild!" There was another loud noise from the other side of the room. This time it didn't sound like somebody was cumming. It was more like he was straining and then panting. I couldn't figure out what it was. I decided I had probably jerked Chris enough. I didn't want him to cum, so I stopped. "Do it to me awhile," I told him, and he did. "Did you ever make him cum?" I asked. "Yeah, but not right away. They switched off on me and kept me laying there. They never let me use my hands either until a long time later. Then they let me suck them both off. I was doing a lot better by then. I wasn't feeling like I would black out. But I was hotter than I have ever been in my whole life. I had this hardon from hell. I think I was hard like more than five or six hours." A slapping noise had started to come from across the room. It wasn't real loud at first, but it got louder. "What d'ya suppose they're doing over there?" I asked Chris. "Beats me," he answered. "So did you cum?" I asked. "Oh man, I sure did! They both started sucking on my dick and balls at the same time, just like you and I did to my dad. But they made it last a long time. Your dad got my load." "Wow!" I said. "We laid there a while after that. I tried to suck your dad's dick again but he wouldn't let me. He said he was too worn out. I was too really, and my jaw hurt and so did my throat, but I didn't want to pass up a chance. My dick was beginning to feel raw by then too." The slapping sound was now being joined by an "Unhh, Unhh" sound synchronized with it. Chris said, "I guess we kinda promised them we wouldn't look at them, but I sure would like to know what they're doing." "Me too," I told him. We looked at each other for a minute until we reached an agreement that we would go and look in spite of our promise. We got down on the floor on our hands and knees and crept across the room slowly toward the sound. When we got close enough for our vision to penetrate the steam, we saw that one of the guys was at an angle on top of the other, and the one on the bottom was on his hands and knees. It was impossible to see their features, but it was clear that the one on top was driving his dick into the one on the bottom. The unhh sound was coming from the one on the bottom. I realized what I was seeing, so I grabbed Chris's arm to pull him back. He waved my hand off and crept forward a little closer. They could probably have seen him, but they weren't paying any attention to anything except what they were doing. Then the guy on top threw his head back and let out a hiss. He stopped moving his hips at the same time. I knew he was cumming. I crawled forward a little farther too so I could see better. My dick was very hard. I must have come to my senses sooner than Chris did, because I grabbed his arm again and started to pull him back. He came without a struggle. We crawled back to our bench. "Did you see that?" he asked me. "Sure did!" I said. "Did we really see that guy fucking the other one in the ass?" "What else?" I answered. "I bet that hurts like crazy!" Chris said. "I dunno," I said. "The guy wasn't acting like it was hurting him any." "No, guess he wasn't," Chris said thoughtfully. We sat there for a minute in silence before we heard a voice say, "We're outta here. Don't do anything we wouldn't do," and a different, higher pitched, faked-sounding voice said, "And what exactly is it we wouldn't do?". The sound of the door closing cut off their laughter. "I'm ready to cum!" Chris said. "Yeah, me too!" I told him. "We gotta wait. It's gonna be so cool tonight!" "You know it," I answered. Just then we heard the door open and Larry ask, "Chris? You guys in here?" "We're here," Chris answered. "We're going to get in the hot tub. Come on and get in with us." "We got a problem here," Chris said. We heard the door close. About a minute later, Chris's dad materialized out of the steam. He was naked and had a towel over his shoulder. "I figured that was the problem," he said, nodding at our hardons. "They gonna go away or is this like Monday night." "They're gonna go away," we said, almost in unison. "There was a guy fucking another guy in here is why we're hard," Chris said. "Bull. You get hard when the sun shines," his dad said. "I think I might've seen them leaving just before I came in. D'you watch them or what?" "Kinda," Chris said. "D'they know it?" Chris told him, "Yeah, sorta. When we first came in, we saw them sucking. We told them to just go ahead and we sat over here. But later they started making noises and we wanted to know what they were doing. We sneaked over to see." "Well, there's just about nobody left out there, so you can just hold your towels in front of you and get in the tub with us if you want to." "I do," I said, getting up and holding my towel so it covered my hardon. "Me too," said Chris, doing the same thing. I felt cold as soon as I was out of the steam room. I suppose I had adjusted to the heat even though I was sweating heavily. The idea of the hot water in the tub really appealed to me. As I looked around, I saw that the only people I could see still on that floor besides us were two guys in the shower room and one guy still swimming laps. I slid into the water next to my dad. Chris and his dad got in right after me. In just a minute or two, Chris said he was too hot and moved back up onto the rim of the tub. My dad told him that if he was really overheated, he could lay back onto the tile floor, which was always cool no matter what the temperature of the room. Chris did that, leaving his feet just dangling into the tub. You could look straight between his legs at his balls and dick, which was about half hard. Shortly after Chris laid back, the swimmer finished doing his laps and got out of the pool. Larry and my dad knew him, so they said hi. He walked over to the hot tub. He was about my dad's height, in good shape, and hairy. His body had that odd look that swimmers do after they get out of the pool because his hair had all been plastered in one direction by the water running off of him. He had a short thick dick sticking straight out over large, tight, protuberant balls. I thought he was circumcised, but I discovered later that he wasn't. His name was Bob. I could stare straight at him because Larry and my dad were talking go him. I took it for granted that Chris was getting the view of his dick and balls from underneath. They had only been talking for a minute or so when Bob decided to get into the tub with us. Chris sat up and slid back into the tub just as Bob did. I decided about the same time that I was getting too hot, so I sat up on the rim. As Bob continued to talk to Larry and my dad, I noticed that he would look at my crotch every minute or so. I remembered Todd's trick of putting his foot on the rim and using his bent knee as a chin rest, so I did that. I knew it would give Bob an even better view of my crotch. He continued to look. Dad and Larry moved up onto the rim after a few more minutes, and I got back into the tub. I noticed that Bob glanced at their crotches just as regularly as he had been doing to mine. Their dicks had grown to that half-hard state that hot water induces. I suppose I had begun to realize by then that all men check each other out if they have the opportunity. I certainly did when Bob moved up onto the rim shortly afterwards. His dick had grown too, and the head had come half way out of his foreskin, so I discovered then that he was uncircumcised. When he had first come out of the pool, the skin had been pulled together so tightly at the end of his dick that the opening was only about the same size as the piss slit. Larry and my dad decided after a while that they were ready to head for the showers, so Chris and I went with them. Bob slid down into the tub for another quick dip, but he said he would be right along behind us. We were nearly finished when he came into the shower room. The first thing he washed was his crotch. He gave it a lot of attention, causing his dick to get even longer. It was hard to tell if he was hard or not because his dick stuck straight out no matter what, probably because it was supported by the mass of his balls underneath. Then he washed his hair, giving me a chance to get a very good look at his dick. I noticed that Chris was looking too, but our dad's weren't. We could still see Bob in the shower when we had dried ourselves and were back in the locker room getting our clothes on. I thought at first that he was washing his crotch again, but when I looked more carefully, I saw that he was actually standing there jerking off. I told my dad, who said that he did that all the time. If the shower was crowded when he started, the group usually split as those who were embarrassed left and those who weren't stayed and watched. Some guys joined in but others just got hard from watching him. My dad said he really made a show of it if Chris and I wanted to watch. I looked at Chris, who barely shook his head to say no, so I said "Probably not." Dinner was not the rushed meal I was expecting it to be. Chris was still calm, so we all ate at a normal pace. Then we headed back to my dad's apartment. I could sense Chris's anxiety becoming more intense as we sat in the back seat together. At the apartment my dad took off his coat and said, "I'll make a pot of coffee. You guys get comfortable." Larry and Chris took off their coats and settled on the sofa, but I kept on stripping as I went into the bedroom to put my clothes away. They seemed surprised when I came back into the living room naked. My dad came in from the kitchen right after me. He was naked too. Without saying a word, Larry stood up and began to strip off his clothes, and Chris did the same. My dad pulled one of the ottomans away from the sofa and used it as a back support as he sat on the floor. He bent his left leg, putting his foot flat on the floor and resting his left arm on it. His right leg was bent at the knee and laying on its side on the floor. He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I dropped to the floor and leaned back against his chest. He draped his right arm over my shoulder and let the hand dangle in front of my chest. We watched as Larry and Chris stripped. Larry sat on the sofa when he finished taking his clothes off and Chris did the same. Chris and I were both hard. Dad and Larry weren't. There was a pause while we all looked at each other, as if no one quite knew what to do next. I realized that, in fact, no one did. I didn't know how sex between my dad and Larry usually began, but I knew that the way Chris and I started was certainly different from the way dad and I started. I knew from Chris telling me how it usually started between him and his dad, and I knew from my one experience with Chris and his dad how that had started. I also knew how it had started between Chris, Larry, and my dad the previous Monday from both Chris and my dad telling me about it. The problem was, all were different. I didn't know how this would start. I suppose my dad had the same thought, because he said, "How do we get this ball rolling?" Chris dropped from the sofa onto his knees and said, "I could suck your dick." And without waiting, he crawled over and buried his face in my dad's crotch. I got a sudden jolt of erotic feeling as he did. He was pressing up against my side, he had his hand on the floor in between my legs to support himself, and he was sucking my dad's dick right next to me. My reaction was immediate, "That's really hot!" I looked over at Larry, who seemed to be waiting. I saw that his dick was growing as he watched his son suck my dad's dick. I crawled over to him and took his dick in my mouth, using my lips and the tip of my tongue on the head. He ran his hands over my head and shoulders as I did it. In a short while, I looked up at him while I sucked and saw that he was looking over me at what Chris and my dad were doing. I wanted to see too. In fact, I wanted to see what they were doing more than I wanted to suck Larry's dick. I realized that it was the idea of what was happening that was making this particularly hot for me. And thinking about what Larry was paying attention to, I thought that that was true for him too. I was willing to bet that that was the case for all of us. Well, perhaps not for Chris, but certainly for my dad. I took Larry's dick out of my mouth and stroked it with my hand while I said, "I want to watch them too. Let's move." He got onto the floor beside my dad. I crawled between his legs and began to suck him again. I could see my dad looking at me as I did it, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Chris sucking my dad. I also felt Chris's hand move around my crotch until it found my dick. He tried to stroke it, but he couldn't maintain his balance, so he just held it. I did the same for him. After a while, my dad said, "Let's switch around." What he had in mind was that Chris and I would sit against the front of the sofa and he and Larry would suck us, which is what happened next. It was very hot for me to see my dad sucking Chris, and I suppose that Chris watching his dad suck me was hot for him too. The next combination was sons sucking their own dads. Then both dads said they wanted to see the sons cum while they watched, so Chris and I sucked each other until we were very close. We had had enough practice at making it last for each other that we were able to bring each other to the verge of orgasm almost simultaneously. Knowing we were being watched incrreased our excitement. At the crucial moment, we both switched over to stroking with our hands so our dads could see the cum shooting out. Our dads slid over beside us as we shot and rubbed the cum on all four of us. There wasn't enough to do more than anoint each one with just a few drops. We took a break then for the coffee that my dad had made when we got home. It didn't ruin the general erotic feeling to sit there and drink it because we were all still at least half hard, and our gazes were obviously fixed on each other's crotches. When we were finished with the coffee, Larry announced, "Round two!" Chris and I decided we wanted to see our dad's suck each other. They agreed, but said that they didn't want to cum yet because that would end the play. They put on quite an exhibition, not only sucking but also licking balls and, finally, rimming each other in a sixty-nine position. Chris and I thought that was so hot that we got joined them, dragging our tongues over whatever presented itself. We were so intertwined that it was sometimes difficult to tell who had hold of your dick or who was licking your asshole. We managed to make that last for a very long time, but finally my dad came in Chris's mouth. He announced that it was about to happen, and suddenly everybody's effort focused on him. When he actually came, Chris was sucking him, I was licking his balls, and Larry was working on his asshole. The same thing was done for each of us as our turn came. It was extremely hot, but it still lacked something that was there when my dad and I spent an evening driving each other to greater and greater heights of pleasure. Afterwards, we laid around, draped across each other. Only Chris was ready to do more, and he couldn't find any serious takers, although each of us was willing to let him lick us here and there while we recovered. We decided we would all go to the gym together the following Monday, which was still part of Chris's and my vacation. After that Chris and Larry got dressed and left. "I need a shower," my dad said. "Me too," I said as I noticed that I was crusty here and there from dried cum and little sticky from drying saliva. We showered together, and I got hard again, but neither of us really had the energy for another round. We crawled into bed, got into our usual position, and drifted off to sleep right away. To be continued. _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to yngtim@hotmail.com. Flames ignored.