Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 13:47:12 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 11" (inc) (MB) (MM) Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family (continued) by Tim Foure copyright 2000 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. ___________ Chapter 11 Mike Even though Chris said he'd start staying at my house more as part of his plan to see Charlie jerking off in the shower, he didn't. We continued to average an equal number of nights at each other's houses. It was more than two weeks after Charlie caught me jerking off in the shower before both Chris and Charlie stayed over on the same night. In between Charlie and I had shared the bathroom on one other morning. That morning Charlie had walked in on me again, but this time I wasn't jerking off. I was trying to set the water temperature in the shower. My dad used to do that for me when he lived with Mom. He kept me moving through the routine of getting cleaned up too. The problem was I wake up real slowly. Mom actually has to get me out of bed to be sure I won't go back to sleep after she wakes me. When Chris is staying over or I'm at his house, he pushes me out of bed and pokes me like he's herding cows to keep me moving. He's a morning person like my dad. From what I could tell, Charlie's a morning person too. He came in the door naked and said in a cheerful voice, "Good morning!" "Good morning," I told him. The thought crossed my mind that when Dad lived there, he had worn a robe in the morning. So I asked him, "Don't you have a bathrobe?" If I had been more awake, I wouldn't have asked that. I was actually just trying to make the pieces fit together, not criticizing him for going naked. I liked him being naked. "Yeah, I do. And I keep meaning to bring it over. But I keep forgetting." "I guess it doesn't matter anyhow. I mean, Mom's already seen you naked, right?" "Yes, you could say that. And you've seen me too. So I guess I don't have to bother bringing over a robe. What do you think?" "Probably not." Sounded good to me. It meant he'd be naked every morning he was there. "And I've seen you naked, so you can quit wearing one too, right?" My brain was getting up to speed by this point. "No way! Mom might see me!" "She's seen you already, you know?" "Not since I was a baby. It's different now!" "Yeah, I guess it is." I noticed he was smiling when he said it. The conversation ended then because I got in the shower. Charlie told me to stand back until he got the sink full of water so he could shave. I noticed he chose the one nearer the shower. Once he had it full and turned off the water, I began to wash myself. I kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye, but he didn't seem to be paying any attention to me. I wouldn't have either if I had been shaving. I noticed he was just the right height so the end of his dick was touching the counter. I kept watching it while I washed myself. It moved when he moved, being pulled to one side or the other as he turned slightly to shave different parts of his face. My dick started to get hard. Watching his dick through the glass doors reminded me of the time I had let my dad see me jerking off in the shower. I had hoped if he saw me, he would let me see him do it too. This situation seemed a lot like that one since both Dad and Charlie had told me they liked to jerk off in the shower. But I couldn't quite get my nerve up to do it with Charlie standing right there. He was going to have to catch me already doing it. I suspected it would be the same way with me seeing him. When I thought about it later, I decided Charlie probably wouldn't have been in the mood to jerk off anyhow since he'd probably just had sex with my mom. When I got out, my dick was still large but not actually hard. Charlie was just finishing up his shave. He had told us the night before he was going to grow a moustache and we had talked about it. He had only been letting it grow for four days. I was fascinated because no man in my experience had ever grown any facial hair. He explained to me he had to be very careful shaving around it as it came in so it would stay even. I noticed him glance at me in the mirror several times as he finished shaving. I was pretty sure he was looking at my dick, so of course it stayed just as large as it was when I got out of the shower. I was careful as I was drying myself not to cover it up any more than I needed to. I finished drying myself and was hanging up my towel when he began to rinse his razor. He still had little bits of lather on his face where the razor had left it at the end of a stroke. I liked seeing my dad that way in the mornings when I stayed with him. For some reason it made me feel close to him because I was seeing something nobody else saw. "What do you think?" he asked me, turning his head from side to side to he could see his moustache from different angles in the mirror. "I think it looks good." "The first two days it looked like I had forgotten to shave there. Now I keep worrying that it's crooked." He was running his fingers over and around it. "Looks straight to me. Can I feel it too?" "Sure." He looked pleased that I'd asked. He turned toward me. My eyes went straight to his dick and then to his face. I ran my finger lightly across his moustache, feeling the bristly ends of the hairs. He jerked his head away from my hand and shoved a finger up under his nose. He screwed his face up as if he was going to sneeze, but in the end he didn't. "That tickled!" he told me. "I'm sorry. I was afraid to rub too hard." "Better too hard than too light." I took that to mean I could feel it again, so I did. "That hard enough?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my finger back and forth under his nose. "Yes. That's fine," he said as I continued to rub it and feel it in different ways. "It feels neat. I wish I could grow one." "You'll be able to before long." "Nah, Mom wouldn't let me. I just know it." "Plenty of time when you get older to do it when you can decide for yourself." I decided I had probably felt it enough. For one thing, my dick was beginning to get hard. "Thanks for letting me feel it." "Any time." "Really? That'll be neat. That way I can share yours until I can grow my own." "That's fine with me. From now on it'll be our moustache." I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around myself before my dick started to stand up, but even then I was pretty sure he had noticed it getting hard. It was completely hard when I got to my bedroom. I had to jerk off to get it to go down so I could get dressed. Chris was staying over the next time Charlie stayed. He was very excited about the possibility of seeing Charlie jerking off even though I had told him it hadn't happened so far. It was practically all Chris could talk about that night in bed. I had trouble getting him calmed down so we could have a slow suck instead of a two-minute quickie. "Listen." I told him. "It's probably not gonna happen. You'll be lucky if you even get to see him naked. Now go easy on my dick. I don't wanna cum right away." I was barely touching his, which he was finding frustrating. "Easy for you to say. At least you've seen him naked." But he did ease off on my dick, rubbing it more gently and carefully. "You know, he might not come in the bathroom tomorrow morning until after we leave." "Why would he do that?" he asked in a tone of voice that suggested the whole idea was too ridiculous to even consider. "For one thing, he might want to give you some privacy. You're a guest, ya know?" "I'm not a guest. That's stupid! It's like I live here. Why would I want privacy?" "People do. And he might want privacy." "Come on! He doesn't want privacy. Look how he just walked in on you naked both times." "You got me there. But he could still think you want privacy." "Do you really think so? What can we do about it if he does?" "Nothing. What could you do, go down to Mom's room and ask him to come in the bathroom while we're still there? And oh yeah, tell him to be sure he comes in naked." Chris got a preoccupied look on his face and stopped moving his hand on my dick. After a minute, I asked, "You tired of playing with my dick?" That earned me a brief look of annoyance, as if I'd asked the stupidest question imaginable. He began stroking my dick again, but he still looked preoccupied. I went from stroking his dick to licking it. After a few minutes, he said, "Look, there's gotta be some way to make him come in there naked tomorrow morning. It's already making me crazy I can't figure out how to get to suck your dad again. I can't lose out on this too." Try as he might, Chris had not managed to come up with a plan that put him and my dad together alone in a place where they could have sex. He had begun to question me again as he had done before he saw my dad's dick for himself. He demanded that I remember and tell him even the smallest detail about the times Dad and I had sex just as before he had wanted to know every detail about my dad's dick. At the same time he gave me only the sparsest details about sex with his dad. "I don't see what you can do about it. Either he comes in or he doesn't." "I got to stop thinking about this! It's making me crazy!" "Suck my dick. That'll take your mind off it." He sucked it into his mouth immediately, working on it furiously. "Do it slower." It took him a few minutes, but he got himself under control. We brought each other to the edge several time before we made each other cum. In the morning Chris got us up, into our bathrobes, and into the bathroom. When I was home alone, I always wore pajamas because Mom would have to get me out of bed to make sure I was awake. When Chris was there, I never wore anything. I knew my mom wouldn't come into the room without being told she could. I didn't know that about Charlie, but I had just about decided he wouldn't either. At first I was worried that if he would come into the bathroom while I was in the shower, he might come into my room too. I thought about talking to my mom about it to make sure he didn't come in and catch me and Chris sucking each other's dicks. But in the end I decided not to say anything to Mom. One thing for sure I didn't want to do was to keep him from coming into the bathroom while I was there. I was still hoping I would see him jerk off in the shower. And even if that didn't happen, I wouldn't have minded getting a good look at his dick when it was hard. Chris felt the same way when I explained it to him. We both used the toilet and brushed our teeth before Chris set the water temperature and got into the shower. I was always content to let him go first while I stood there trying to wake up. I had made good progress toward a normal level of consciousness when I noticed Chris was jerking off. Unlike me, he thought the morning was a perfect time for sex. "What are you doing?" I asked. "What's it look like." It wasn't a question. "Don't do that! Charlie could come in and catch you." "Good. Maybe it'll give him the idea." "You don't really want him to catch you, do you?" "Sure. Why not? He caught you and he was cool with it." I didn't have any answer to that so I said nothing. But Charlie didn't come in and Chris shot his load into his soapy hand. He was just getting out of the shower, having left the water running for me, when Charlie came in. He was naked, of course. "Good morning, guys!" he said. In spite of Chris's brave talk, he tried to cover his still hard dick with his hands. "Whoops! Sorry about that, Chris old man. Happens to every man alive in the morning. The ones under eighty anyhow." He chuckled lightly. "Nothing to be embarrassed about." I figured he knew Chris's hardon wasn't a piss hard, but he was trying to give Chris an easy way out as he had me that first morning. Chris, however, decided to brazen it out. Moving his hands from in front of his dick, which was standing straight up and actually seemed to have gotten harder, Chris said, "It's not happening to you." He pointed at Charlie's dick. "Well, it did happen to me this morning, but I've been awake for a while and now it's gone. Looks like Mike's is gone too." Three pair of eyes went to my dick. I was afraid of what Chris might say next. I decided to get into the shower. Charlie went to the sink nearest the shower and told me, "Step back a minute and let me fill the basin so I can shave." I stepped back, having a clear view of both of them through the glass doors. Chris, meantime, had gotten a towel and was drying himself. His dick was still hard, though, and just as visible to me through the doors as it was to Charlie in the mirror. "How come that happens to guys?" Chris asked. He gestured at his hardon to make it clear what he was talking about, as if any of us would not have known. "Morning erections? Several things contribute to it. Happens to you while you sleep too." "I get hardons while I'm asleep too? That's wild!" "Lots of things happen when you're asleep that you don't necessarily know about." "Yeah? Like what?" Chris held on to his towel but walked to the counter and leaned his butt against it as he looked straight at Charlie. He was making no effort to cover his hardon. "Can I get back under the water?" I asked. "Yes. I've got what I need," Charlie replied. I shoved my head into the water, rinsing off lather and cutting off both sight and sound of whatever was happening between Chris and Charlie. When I could hear again, Chris as saying, "I guess I never had a nocturnal mission. Is that the right word?" "Emission. Doesn't usually happen to men who masturbate. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you." "Do you have those things?" I didn't want to hear this, but there was nothing I could do to avoid it. I was afraid I could see where Chris was headed. "Not for a while now. Quite a while, in fact." "So you jerk off too, huh? I mean masturbate." "Sometimes. And sometimes I have sex. Either way, there's no buildup that needs to be discharged." 'Here it comes,' I thought. But I waited for what seemed like a very long time before Chris finally said, "Cool." When we were back in my bedroom, I told Chris, "I thought you were gonna ask him to jerk off right then." "I was!" he said earnestly. Then looking down, he added in a smaller voice, "But I lost my nerve." "I'm glad!" "I bet he woulda done it if I hadda asked him." "Not too late. He's probably in the shower now." "Nah. Next time maybe." "Yeah, next time," I said, knowing very well that next time he might actually do it. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at http://www.nifty.org in the gay male/incest section.