Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 08:23:04 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: Me and Dad the Sequel, Chapter 33 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 33 - Mike by Tim Foure copyright 2001 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. ___________ Chapter 33 - Mike Dad made the rounds letting everybody who mattered to him know Bob was about to move in with him. In some cases he made it clear that Bob was becoming his partner. In others he just made it obvious that Bob was always going to be there if my dad was there without actually explaining why. He and I talked about the different ways he would do it with different people and tried to guess what people's reactions would be. I knew he just told Larry outright. I told him I wanted to tell Chris instead of getting Larry to do it. Chris had been pretty low-key about my dad and his feelings for him ever since he had found out they probably weren't going to be having sex again. When Dad got the idea that Chris had come to grips with it and wasn't having a problem any more, he and I started getting together with Chris and Larry on Saturdays about once a month to have lunch and see a movie or do something else. Since Chris always told me exactly what he was thinking without worrying for a second over how I'd feel about what he said, I began to get the idea that Dad was right and he had gotten over it. Boy was I wrong! "Geez!" Chris said, looking stricken. "You mean all this time what I shoulda done was just tell him how I really felt about him?" "He knew how you felt. You wanted to suck him off." "No, asshole! I mean about being in love with him." Since that was the first time Chris had ever mentioned love, I took it for granted he was exaggerating. I definitely didn't believe he was in love with my dad. "Gimme a break! You think he's good looking and you're in love with his dick. That's all. And he knows it." "Aw, whadda you know about it. If that was all it was, I'd be in love with you." He lost me with that one. "Me?" "Yeah, you!" He started poking me in the chest with his index finger. "You look just like him except you got brown eyes. And your dick is almost exactly the same as his except it's cut. And I can have you any time I want you. So that ain't it." He said the last four words slowly, poking me as he said each one. "Whadda ya mean, I look just like him?" I asked as I backed away from the fingertip being driven into my chest. No one had ever told me that before. "Aw, man!" He shook his head as he looked down at the floor. "Don't you ever look at yourself when you look in the mirror? If you had blue eyes and black hair, everybody'd think the two of you were twins." "You're shitting me." "I am not. You don't know how good looking you are. Next to you I look like a troll." "You don't look like a troll!" I told him. "I think you're pretty good looking." And I did, too. "I know I am. And I can hold my own any time you're not there. But man, stand me next to you and nobody even looks at me." I was having a hard time adjusting to the idea that I looked as much like my dad as Chris was saying. All my life I'd thought he was handsome, and so had the rest of the world to judge from the number of women, and men too, who had walked into walls, tables, and chairs while they stared at him. I don't remember anybody ever doing that while they looked at me. "You're outta your mind! I'm just ok looking. I'm not handsome like my dad." "Why would I lie to you? You really don't notice how people look at you, do you? Mary Louise Hawkins drools over you so much when she sits behind you in English class I'm surprised you don't wonder if you've peed your pants." "C'mon! I'd notice." "C'mon yourself! You don't notice. It happens all the time." "I gotta think about this some." I couldn't take it in. The next time I stayed with my dad, I tried to sneak a look at the two of us side by side in the mirror to see if Chris was right. I thought I was being real subtle about it until Dad asked me, "What is your problem?" I told him Chris had said I looked just like him except for hair and eye color. I didn't mention the part about being killer handsome because I knew it would piss my dad off. He always hated it when somebody talked about how good looking he was. "I never really noticed. Stand here next to me so I can see both of us at the same time." We stood in front of the mirror on his dresser turning our heads first one way and then the other, comparing our faces full on and in profile. After a few minutes of that, Dad said, "Son of a gun, you do look like you might be my kid after all." "Gee, thanks!" I said. But I had noticed that there was very little difference between us except for coloration. It was quite a surprise. A very pleasant surprise. "Don't mention it. And don't let it go to your head." "Don't worry, I won't. Something else he told me too." "Yeah?" "He's in love with you." "I'll believe 'in lust', but I'm not buying 'in love'." He shook his head back and forth as far as his neck would turn. "That's what I said too. But I really think he is. He thinks he messed up with you and now it's too late for him to do anything about it." "You really think that? Not just a crush or something?" He had a serious look on his face. "He had a crush on you for a long time. I told you about that. But now I think maybe he might be telling the truth about how he feels." "How does he think he messed up?" "He thinks he should have told you he loved you." "That wouldn't have made any difference. You know it too. I'm not going to fall in love with somebody his age." "He doesn't know that though." He was quiet for a minute. "I'll have to be more careful with Chris then. Last thing I want to do is hurt him." "I know," I told him. What Chris had told me about what I looked like kept on bothering me. I started paying attention to the way other people looked at me, and sure enough, Chris was telling the truth. I would catch kids sneaking looks at me or staring at me outright when they thought I couldn't see them. I even made up something to talk to Mary Louise about so I could see if that part of what Chris said was true. She got this dopey look on her face and said stuff that didn't make any sense. It was like the kind of stuff that happened to my dad. I started to get embarrassed over it. And I did what I do about almost everything that bothers me. I talked to Chris about it. "Yeah, you're good looking alright, but you could look a whole heck of a lot better," he told me as we were getting undressed in my bedroom for an afternoon of sucking dick. We weren't in a rush because he was spending the night too, so we'd only do it once before my mom came home. I took him seriously, partly because I'd begun to be self-conscious and welcomed anything that would make me feel less so. "Yeah? How?" "You could be wearing my pubic hair for a moustache and have my balls dangling off your chin!" he told me, breaking into a laugh as he finished speaking and waving his dick at me. "Thanks a lot, asshole! This is really bothering me." I sank to my knees on the floor and sat back on my heels, looking down at the floor. Chris became serious immediately and dropped to the floor beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong, man? There are worse things, ya know. Being a hunk is a problem I should have." "I dunno. I guess I'm not interested in being a hunk. I liked it the way it was before when I just looked like everybody else." "Mike, you never just looked like everybody else. You've always been good looking like your dad. Only now you know it." I looked up, staring into his face. "Listen, you gotta promise me something. Ok?" "Do I get to hear what it is or do I just have to promise you?" I started to say, "I'll tell you what it is," but I never got it out before he interrupted me. "Wait a minute. Never mind. I know I'm gonna promise it anyhow, so I promise. Now tell me what it is." "You gotta promise not to let me turn into a creep like Sammy Kincaid." "You mean God's gift to the world? No problem there, man. I'd kick you in the balls if you even started to act like he does." "Promise me!" "Alright! I promise you. Any time you start acting like you know how good looking you are, I'll smash your face in. Or I'll do something. Only you're not gonna be like that. I know you too well. You're just not." I was nearly in tears. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. I felt his arms go around me and squeeze me against him. We stayed like that for a minute or two before he spoke. "So are we gonna suck dick or not?" he asked. "We're not," I told him as we released each other. "You're gonna fuck me instead." "Aw," he whined. "I like sucking better. I didn't like fucking when we tried it." "We just tried it the one way. You never tried to fuck me. And I need to be fucked. You're gonna have to take over anyhow because I'm not gonna do without when Dad stops doing me." A cloud passed over Chris's face for a few seconds and then he was his usual smiling self. "It's rough duty, but somebody's gotta do it." He wrapped his fingers around his half hard dick and started pulling down the waistband of my underpants, saying, "Ok, bend over. Here it comes." I hit him on the shoulder with my fist. "Dream on. First we suck awhile. Then you lube me. Then you slide your dick into me real slow. I got to give you some lessons on how to find my prostate with the head of your dick." "Sounds like too much trouble. What if I just jerk off instead." "Your loss. I give good head." "That's sure the truth. Maybe we can work out a deal here." "We got a deal going already. You're gonna fuck me this afternoon. Tonight in bed we're gonna suck. You get to cum both times. What could be better than that?" "We could suck both times." "Not gonna happen." "I could jerk now and we could suck later." "No deal. It's all or nothing." "Ok," he said with a sigh. Show me what I need to know." "Don't you remember from when we tried it on you?" "All I remember is it hurt like crazy." "I'll tell you what to do." I pushed him over onto the floor, spread his legs, and began to lick his dick while I rubbed his balls. Chris stretched out, put his hands behind his head, and said, "Oh, yeah!" I spent the next half hour or so bringing him to the edge of an orgasm several times before I finally let his dick drop from my mouth and sat up. "Hey! What gives? Is it my turn already?" he asked. "It's your turn," I told him as I lay back and spread my legs. He grumbled as he rolled over and began to lick my dick. To give him credit, he worked to get me to the edge of an orgasm quickly and then he kept me there, backing off only when he could tell I was about to cum. When he had been doing that for maybe twenty minutes, I told him, "Let me get some lube." He rolled onto his side and supported his head with his hand while I crawled over to my night table and got out the tube I'd brought home from my dad's. I crawled back and positioned myself as I had been before. Chris took hold of my hard dick with his hand and began stroking it slowly. "Ok, stick out your finger." When he did, I squeezed a drop onto it. "Rub this on my asshole. You can keep on sucking my dick too." He did as I told him, smearing the lube around but not attempting to push his finger into me. At the same time he took hold of my dick at the base with his other hand and began to piston his mouth on it, driving the head into his throat and then pulling back so the edge of the head was caught just inside his lips. I let him continue for a few minutes while I enjoyed both the sucking and the rubbing. "Gimme your finger again." He stuck it out and I squeezed another gob of lube onto it. "Rub around a little bit more and then shove your finger in. Do it slow, hear?" "I hear," he told me as he dropped his face into my crotch and began to shove his finger slowly into my asshole. When he was in half way, he twisted his finger around. It felt good even though he wasn't touching my prostate. I let him continue until his whole finger was inside of me. Then I told him what to feel for. He found it right away and I jumped. "Go easy! You want to rub it, not stab it." "Sorry," he mumbled around a mouthful of my dick. He began to rub his fingertip back and forth gently across my prostate sending small waves of pleasure into my balls and dick. "Let me lube two fingers now. Then you have to push them in slow while I get used to it." "I didn't know we were gonna have to do all this. I figured you'd already be used to being fucked and we could just do it." "Think again. My asshole closes up each time. I can make it loosen some, but it still needs to be stretched some too." "Makes sense," he told me as he began to push the two fingers into me. Even though he was being careful, it hurt a little as it always did. My asshole would go through a spasming routine at this point each time, squeezing tight against the fingers that were pushing into me and causing pain. Then it settled down and his fingers moved in more easily. He went straight for my prostate again, sliding both fingertips across it. At the same time, he sucked my dick back into his mouth and began to circle the head with his tongue. My whole crotch radiated pleasure. After he'd gotten both fingers fully into me and was twisting them, I decided it was time to go for it. "Pull your fingers out. I'm ready." Once he did, I sat up, squeezed a healthy amount of lube into my palm, and reached for his dick. I held it lightly, twisting my hand to coat it evenly. Chris closed his eyes and moaned as I did it. "Feels good, huh?" "Oh, man! You could bring me off that way real easy and we could just skip the rest." "No way! You gotta work for it if you want it." He let out an exaggerated sigh. "I want you to lie behind me on your side and let me back into your dick. That way I can control how fast it goes in." "What do I do about this?" he asked, holding up two lube-covered fingers. "Oh. Dad always brings a towel to bed so he can wipe it off after I'm lubed. I'll get you some tissues." I grabbed a handful of tissues from my night stand and wiped off his fingers and my hand. He lay on his side as I dropped the tissues in the trash can. I positioned myself on my side in front of him and moved back until I felt his lubed dick sliding in my crack. "You have to hold it so it points out," I told him. "Put it right against my asshole." When I felt it touch me, I pressed back against him and caught the head of his dick in the depression around my asshole. "Is it in?" he asked. "Not hardly! Push forward." I felt the pressure increase and my asshole stretch until suddenly he was inside. "Wow! That feels great!" he told me. "Stay still a minute and let me get used to it. I bet you shoved half your dick into me." I felt his hand move around near my asshole. "Yeah, you're right. You got about half of it in you." "You were supposed to put in the head and then stop." "You didn't say that. You said to push and that's what I did. Can I play with your dick while we're waiting?" "Sure." I felt his hand slide across my hip to my dick. "You're not hard anymore," he told me, flipping my dick around in a way that usually brought on a hardon. "You wouldn't be either if somebody'd just shoved half their dick into you." "That's sure the truth. I hated it." He played with my dick another minute or so. "Listen, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I really didn't mean to." "I know you didn't. It's ok now anyhow. Push it into me some more." I felt the pressure increase. A few seconds later his dick began to move further in. After a while I felt his belly press against my back and his thighs touch mine. I bent my knees and pulled my legs forward so he could get his crotch closer to my asshole. His legs followed mine. I felt his pubic hair against my crack. "I think I'm all the way in," he said. "You know what? It feels really great! All hot and real tight." "It feels good to me too. Now pull it back out slow. But don't pull it all the way out. Let the head stay in." He did as he was told. Before I said anything he figured out he was supposed to slide it back in at that point. Then he pulled it out again. "This feels really good," he said. "I like this." "So do I. Keep doing what you're doing." He did. He wasn't touching my prostate, but the slight friction of his lubed shaft as it slid back and forth through my sphincter muscle felt good. I let him continue for a few minutes before I scooted forward as he was withdrawing. His dick fell completely out of my asshole. "Hey! What's up? I didn't cum yet." "I know. I want to change positions." I rolled onto my back and told him, "Come over here and get between my legs." When he was in place, I wrapped my legs around his middle and told him, "Take hold of your dick and put the head against my asshole. You'll have to scoot forward on your knees to do it. You can hold yourself up with one hand so you're not laying on me." As soon as I felt his dick head touch me, I added, "Keep pushing so it'll slide straight in." As it did, he moaned. When he was completely inside and pressed firmly against me, he started to pull back while he moved around to get into a better position. I let him fuck me slowly for a while. I could see the pleasure on his face. "Now we have to start moving around a little bit until we get it so your dick head is rubbing my prostate just right." "Doesn't it do that with me fucking you like this?" "No. Well, yeah, it does sort of. But it could be better." I tugged on him and wiggled around while he fucked me in and out until we found the right angle. "Now you're doing it," I told him. "I know. I could see it in your face." "Keep doing it like you are." And he did. I was surprised how long he held out before he told me, "I'm gonna cum soon." "Go ahead. I'm not far off either." After another minute or two, I felt his dick swell up as his mouth dropped open and his head leaned backward. "Ah!" he said as each spurt traveled through his dick. When it was over for him, he opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. "You know what? We've never been in this position before. I mean me looking you right in the face," he told me. "Yeah? So?" "So how about if kissed you?" "What?" I was truly surprised. It didn't sound like the Chris I knew. "I just had this idea it would be nice to kiss you while my dick is still inside you like this." He moved his face closer to mine. He had a questioning look in his eyes. He must have seen what he was looking for in my face because he closed the distance between us and his lips pressed against mine. After a few seconds I felt his tongue press against my lips. I opened them and let it in. It felt strange to be doing this with him, but good too. I chased his tongue back with my own just as I felt his dick fall out of me. He backed off, breaking the kiss. "This was a whole lot better than I thought it'd be. I could really get to like this." "Good," I told him. "Hey!" he said as he sat back on his heels. "You didn't cum. I thought you came from being fucked. You told me you did." "I do when my dad does it. If you'd'a held off a little bit longer, I would have." "I gotta take care of this right away." And his mouth was on me. It couldn't have been two minutes before I filled his mouth with cum. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at WWW.NIFTY.ORG in the gay male/incest section.