Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2001 09:31:45 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: MD Sequel chapter 34 Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 2 - The Next Generation - Chapter 34 - 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 34 - Mike Taking care of Jason made me think more and more about having a son of my own. When I told my dad about it, he said, "Don't be in such a rush. We had you while we were still in high school and it was a mistake." I interrupted him with, "Gee, thanks!" "I don't mean you personally were a mistake." He grabbed me around the neck and hugged me against him, rubbing his knuckles on top of my head. "I wouldn't trade you for anything. But having a baby that young is a mistake. You miss a lot of things when you do that." "Don't worry. I'm not looking to have a baby right now. I haven't even had sex with a girl yet." "Just remember to use a condom when you do." "I remember. I've got one in my wallet just in case." "Just in case, huh? Got any prospects?" "No, none. I can't figure out who to ask out on a date. I never paid much attention to the girls in my class until here lately." "Want some advice?" "Won't I get it whether I want it or not?" "You're turning into a typical teenager. You were easier to handle when I was still fucking you. And the answer is, no, you won't get it anyhow." "You could fuck me. I'd probably be easier to handle after that." "You know why that isn't gonna happen." "I was just kidding you, really. So give me the advice." "Quit looking at girls as walking pussies and see if there's one you'd like to be friends with. You're gonna spend a lot of time together when you're not having sex, so it's a good idea to like each other for other things too." "Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll try that." But when I told Chris what he said, he wanted to know, "What're you, crazy? What can you talk to a girl about?" Chris wasn't very interested in girls anyhow and never had been, but after he'd started fucking me and made the connection that girls could also be fucked, he began to think of them in a brand new way. "There's gotta be something," I told him. "You got to have something to do when you're not fucking." "Girls talk to each other. They don't talk to guys. We can go on a double date. That way they can talk to each other and we won't have to bother with 'em until we get ready to pork 'em." "I think you have to get romantic and work up to sex. I don't think it's gonna be all that easy to make it happen." "You're probably right. But we gotta start somewhere if we're ever gonna get any. I don't see why we gotta do this anyhow. I can just fuck you and both of us'll be happy." "No matter how much you fuck me, we're not gonna have any children, ya know?" "Yeah, I know. That's what's so great about it. If we start messing with girls, anything could happen." "You can do what you want. I want to have kids someday." "I guess I do too. My mom'll be on my case about it after a while. She's already laying heavy hints on Stu about how great it'll be for her to be a grandmother." "If we go on a double date, who are we gonna ask?" "You can ask anybody. They'll just fall at your feet. I'm the one that's gonna have trouble here. Maybe I should ask somebody when you're not around. I won't look so bad then." "Quit busting my balls. You look good enough to me. I let you fuck me, don't I?" "Yeah, but you're not doing it because you think I'm beautiful or anything. I got the only dick you can still get." I thought briefly about Uncle Bill but decided the only way to get him was to go back to Grandfather's, which didn't seem like a good bargain. "That's true, you do." "So how about we quit talking about this right now and suck dick for a while?" "Ok by me." So we did. But the first girl I fucked didn't turn out to be one of the girls in my class. During my last year in high school, Charlie went to a medical convention the same week I had spring break. Mom was going with him and they invited me to go too. But they left Jason home with Grandmother and Grandfather. Charlie said, truthfully, that Mom wouldn't get much of a vacation if she had to take care of Jason all the time. "I promise to take care of him if you take him along too," I pleaded with them. "Don't make him stay with them." "It won't be all that bad for him. He'll be with Mother nearly all the time," my mom told me. "And you haven't been there much so you haven't seen how Father behaves around him. He doesn't turn into an asshole with kids until he thinks they're old enough to train. Jason can wrap him around his little finger." I doubted that, but Mom was right when she said I hadn't seen Jason with Grandfather any more often than I absolutely had to. And I had no other choice anyhow. They'd already decided Jason wasn't going. Everything about the trip was a first for me. I'd never flown in a plane before, and I was just about knocked over when I saw the hotel. Charlie got a suite that had a big bathroom with a jacuzzi tub off of their bedroom. My room was smaller but it had its own bathroom too. Mom immediately declared the bathroom with the large tub "hers" and off limits to me and Charlie. "Looks like you're stuck with sharing your bathroom with me," Charlie told me. "It'll seem just like home," I told him. And in fact I didn't mind at all. Seeing Charlie naked was always a treat no matter how often I saw him. The first day we were there I went sightseeing with Mom and Charlie. I knew the Bahamas were a foreign country, but since I also knew everyone spoke English, I'd expected it to be more or less like Florida. And most of the time it didn't seem foreign at all. But every once in a while something would happen or I'd see something that told me we weren't in the U.S. Mom made it pretty clear to me that first night that she didn't expect me to hang around with her and Charlie. "Look for some kids your own age and have some fun," she told me. "There's no reason for you to stay with the old folks." That suited me just fine, but it wasn't as easy to do as she thought. As far as I could tell, except for me, Mom and Charlie were the youngest people staying at the hotel by a good ten years, and lots of the rest were as old as my grandparents. I'd pretty much decided I'd lay around the pool and work on my tan. If I didn't have any other fun, at least I'd be the only one in my class with a tan in March. That was how I met Barry and Sandra. Late in the morning on the second day we were there, I was laying out my towel on a lounge chair so I didn't have to feel the plastic against my skin when I heard a woman's voice say in an English accent, "Quick, Barry! Pinch me! I must be hallucinating. I see an island of smooth skin in this sea of wrinkled leather." "I believe you're right!" came the answer as I looked in the direction their voices were coming from. At first I couldn't see anything because the sun was reflecting off the pool into my face. I shaded my eyes with my hand and moved around the lounge chair out of the reflected light. Lying on chairs a quarter of the way around the pool were a man and a woman. Both were sitting up and staring at me. "Come sit by us," the woman said after a minute or two. I suppose I had been staring at her. At first I'd thought she was naked, but after a few seconds I realized she was wearing a very tiny bikini. The man was also wearing a very brief bikini-type swimsuit. I pulled my towel from the chair and walked over to them. The man stood up, put out his hand, and told me, "Barry Kemp." I took his hand, shook it, and said my name. "This is my sister Sandra," he told me, pointing to the woman sitting on the lounge chair. She put out her hand. I shook it as well. I had to force myself to stop staring. Her bathing suit was only three little pieces of cloth and some string. The cloth looked as if it had been knitted out of the same string, and there wasn't enough of it if you put it all together to cover the palm of my hand. "We were saying there aren't many people here our age," Barry told me. "Like none at all," Sandra added, "until you turned up." I was surprised they thought I was their age. I thought both of them were in their twenties. "Yeah, everybody here is a lot older," I said. The idea of her thinking I was in my twenties appealed to me. I wasn't about to tell her she was wrong. "So why are you here with all these old people?" Sandra asked. "Talk about taking the direct approach," Barry said, rolling his eyes and staring skywards. "I find it gets you direct answers," Sandra said, "and saves a lot of messing about." I told them how I came to be there. "Sit with us then. We're your only hope. Barry, move over and let Mike have your lounge." While Barry pulled his towel from the chair and moved over to the next one, Sandra told me their parents were both doctors with practices in London but she and Barry went to college in the U.S. They were on spring break too and had come to see their parents. "But fortunately, they're too busy with the conference to want to spend much time with us," Barry said. "So other than having to eat dinner with them, we're on our own," Sandra added. "What year are you in?" I asked, turning to Barry. I thought Sandra might be in graduate school. "We're both freshmen," he told me. That surprised me. "So you're, what, a year apart?" "Actually, we're twins," Sandra told me. "Wow! I thought you were a lot older than Barry." "Thanks so much! Just what I needed to hear." She screwed her face into a pout. "I didn't mean it like that! I just meant you looked, you know, more mature." "I don't think I'm going to let you crawl out of the hole you've dug for yourself as easily as that." "Give him a break!" Barry said. "He meant it as a compliment." "Hmm," she said. "I may have to let you make it up to me." But she smiled as she said it, so I figured I was alright. The three of us lay there getting acquainted. I began to get used to Sandra's near-nakedness after a while. Next to her, Barry looked very covered up even though I guessed his bathing suit started right at his pubic hair. I'd gotten a hardon when I first came over to meet them, but it settled down after we'd begun to talk. I was pretty sure they hadn't noticed it since I was wearing a supporter under a baggy pair of boxer trunks that Charlie let me borrow. Mom and I had quite a go round over bathing suits when we were packing for the trip. I had three pair of speedo briefs I planned to bring, but Mom made me try them on before she'd let me pack them. "You don't realize how much you've grown this past year," she told me. It was true. I had changed a lot. I'd shot up to nearly six feet in the previous twelve months. And I'd put on some muscle too under Bob's guidance. Not too much, but enough to give me some definition. "You're lucky," Dad told me. "With your smooth chest and belly, all your work shows. I could work out forever and all you'd see is hair." "Don't complain," Bob told him. "I like you the way you are." He came up behind my dad, wrapped his arms around him, slid a hand up under his shirt, and kissed him on the neck as he rubbed his hand up and down my dad's chest. I could see Das's nipples begin to push against the knit fabric of his shirt. I'd been doing a lot of swimming at the gym since Bob had moved in with Dad, but I never bothered with a suit. So when I began to put on my bathing suit, I was surprised I had to struggle to get it up the top part of my thighs and over my butt. It was definitely too tight. So tight, in fact, that it was uncomfortable. My balls were being mashed and I could see the outline of my dick when I looked in the mirror. But I'd left packing til the last minute, so there was no way I could buy another suit before we left. "You can't wear that! It's obscene!" was Mom's reaction when I came out of my room. I tried to put up an argument, but Charlie agreed with her. And to tell the truth the suit was so tight I wouldn't have wanted to wear it anyhow. "Maybe they'll have a nude beach and I won't have to wear a suit at all," was my lame response when I realized I was going to lose the argument. I was trying for a shock effect. But I was the one who got the surprise. "Maybe they will," Mom told me. "But you can't wear that. I can see everything you've got. You look more naked with that on that you would if you weren't wearing anything." I was instantly embarrassed. And confused. Since Mom had straightened me out about nudity, I'd gone out of my way to be cool about it around her. She'd seen me naked a few times and I'd made myself deal with it. Now it was no big thing. I couldn't figure out why I was more embarrassed about wearing the suit that showed everything off than I would have been if I'd simply been naked. But I knew she was right when she said it. Charlie came to my rescue. "I've got a pair of trunks you can borrow," he told me. But when he showed them to me, I couldn't imagine myself wearing them. "They're an old man's bathing suit!" I said without thinking. "Thanks a lot." I realized my mistake immediately. "No, I didn't mean it that way. But nobody my age wears anything like that." "Well, seems to me your choices are to wear this suit which I am so kindly willing to let you borrow, or hope there is a nude beach, though personally I don't believe you've got the nerve to go there if there is, or stay out of the water." I took the suit, thinking I would buy one when we got there. But the suits they had were so expensive that Mom carried on when I started to buy one, so I gave in and said I'd wear Charlie's. Afterwards I thought briefly about a nude beach, but it turned out there wasn't one nearby, though some women were sunbathing topless around the hotel pool. But it also turned out the average age of the people staying in the hotel was about eighty, so I didn't much care if they saw me in Charlie's suit anyhow. That's how I happened to be wearing it when I met Barry and Sandra. I got my next surprised when Sandra rolled over and told Barry she needed sunblock rubbed on her back. I suppose my eyes bugged out. From the back all you could see of her bathing suit were three pieces of string, one around her neck, one across the middle of her back, and one at the top of her butt which had another string attached to it that disappeared into her crack. Somehow the strings made her look more naked than she would have if she'd just been naked. I suddenly understood what Mom had been saying about my tight speedo. Barry got up and walked around the two of us while I was staring at her, squatted on the far side of her lounge, and began to rub lotion on her legs. "Want to give me a hand here," he said, flipping the bottle of lotion to me. I fumbled the catch since I hadn't been expecting him to throw it, but when I got it, I sat up and squirted some on Sandra's shoulders. I was rubbing it around gently when she said, "Use both hands and massage my shoulders while you're doing that. I'll let you work off some of your punishment for calling me old." I did as she said, kneading her shoulders between my fingers and thumbs. But all the while I was staring at her butt wondering if Barry was actually going to put lotion on it out here in public with all these old people lying around us. The answer, of course, turned out to be yes. I'd already popped a hardon when she'd turned over, but it began to throb as he slid his hands onto her butt and started to rub in circles. He had spread his hands open as he did it so his thumbs were traveling up her crack each time his hands moved together. When he reached the place where I was massaging, Sandra told us, "Each one of you do one arm now." She extended both arms and fluttered her hands. I rubbed her left and Barry did her right. When we were finished, I sat back on my lounge and tried to arrange my hardon in a more comfortable position in my jock. Sandra was facing the other way, but I thought Barry noticed what I was doing. "Need some yourself?" he asked me, holding out the bottle of sunblock. "I'm using some stuff to make me tan faster," I told him, showing him the bottle. "But it'd be great if you could put this on my back for me." He looked at my bottle. "You're pretty pale. Better use some of this sunblock instead. The sun here is truly fierce." I'd wanted to get a dark tan in the week we would be there, but I was beginning to be afraid I was going to burn instead and go home peeling instead of bronzed. And even though I now knew he was only a year older than I was, I still thought of him as an adult. I think it was his accent that did it. Anyhow, I took his advice. "Ok, thanks. I'll try yours." I held out my hands for him to squirt some in, intending to do my legs and then let him do my back. "Stretch out," he said, ignoring my cupped hands. "I'll coat you." I stretched out on my belly. He squatted beside me and began with my shoulders. Instead of rubbing the lotion on, he kneaded my shoulders and my upper arms. It felt great, so I relaxed into it. He did my back, massaging all the way, so it took him a good ten minutes to reach the top of my suit. Then he moved to my feet, beginning with my left. As he moved up my leg, he told me, "If you really want to get a tan, you should shave your legs. All this hair blocks out some of the sun." I was stunned at the idea of a man shaving his legs. I hadn't had the hair on them all that long and I was kind of proud of it. I couldn't imagine shaving it off. "I guess I'll get enough without doing that," I told him. He didn't say anything more, continuing to move up my leg coating me with sunblock. When his fingers moved above my knee and began to touch the inside of my thigh, my dick, which had softened while he was massaging my shoulders, began to react. It hardened completely when his fingers reached the bottom of the trunks. The legs of the trunks were long, extending down my thighs maybe six inches from my crotch. I'd expected him to stop applying the lotion there, but he didn't, continuing upwards inside the trunks until he touched the strap of my jock. "You should tuck your trunks into your supporter if you're trying to get a tan," he told me. "That will expose more of your leg." "Good idea," I told him. I was going to do it myself when he finished with the sunblock, but he surprised me by starting to stuff the material of the trunks under the strap of the jock. He followed the strap from the outside around to where it joined the pouch between my legs. When he reached the top of my right leg, he repeated the same process. By this time I had a large wad of material caught under the jock between my legs. "Doesn't look like that was such a good idea," he said as he touched the lump of material. "There's just too much of these trunks. It's like wearing pants," I said, squirming because my ball sac was being pinched. I reached around to pull the material loose. "I'll get it. Sorry about that. It seemed like a good idea." He took over from me, pulling the material loose again. "It sounded good to me. These trunks are just too big." "Are they the only ones you have?" "Yeah, they are." I told him the story of the speedos. "You can borrow a pair of mine if you like. The might be a little loose on you but I don't think they'll fall off." "Thanks, that'd be great!" "When we go in for lunch, I'll get you a pair," he told me as he'd pulled the last of the fabric out from under the jock. "I'll put sunblock on you if you want," I told him. It seemed only fair that I should. And it gave me a chance to get my hands on his body. "Super!" he told me, standing up from his squat only to sit back down on his lounge. When he turned over, I got another surprise. In the front his bathing suit was cut low, exposing his treasure trail to where it began to widen out into his pubic hair. In the back it narrowed to a strap that crossed his back just above the beginning curve of his butt. It formed a "T" in the middle with the leg of the T following his crack until it disappeared where his cheeks came together. I'd never seen a man's bathing suit like it before. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it sooner until I realized I had spent most of my time staring at Sandra's near nakedness and so had paid little attention to him as he moved around to put lotion first on Sandra and then on me. As I picked up the sunblock, I knew I'd have my hands on his butt in a few minutes. I began kneading his shoulders to appreciative sounds from him. I continued massaging rather than simply applying the lotion as I moved downward, treating his butt as I had the rest of his back. He seemed to expect it, not reacting at all to the movement of my hands across it. As my hands traveled lower, he spread his legs. I could see the strap emerge from between his cheeks and widen out into the pouch that held his balls. My dick was throbbing as my hands moved over the smooth skin and down his legs. He raised up at one point and slid a hand under him. I was sure he was rearranging a hardon. When I finished, I lay back on my lounge. He smiled at me and closed his eyes. The three of us lay there in silence and continued to bake. In the back of my mind as I drowsed was his offer of the loan of a suit and how I would look in it with my butt hanging out. I also wondered how my mom was going to react to seeing me in it. 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.