Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 06:57:08 -0500
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Dad the Sequel Part 3, Jason and Andrew, Chapter 5

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part 3 - Jason and Andrew - Chapter 5 - Jason

by Tim Foure
copyright  2002 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.
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This story is a continuation of "Me and Dad the Sequel". Different
characters are narrating different parts of the story, so you need to take
note of who's talking as you read each chapter.

Chapter 5 - Jason

Mike dropped me off at home on his way to the airport. I couldn't wait to
show Jeff about jerking off. I'd called him from Mike's to see if we could
get together during the afternoon, but he was going somewhere with his
parents. It turned out he could stay overnight though, so I called Mom and
told her. I didn't ever have to ask if it was ok for Jeff to stay with us
but I did have to tell Mom so there would be enough dinner. It was the same
with me at Jeff's house. Mom said Mike and Chris were like that when Mike
was growing up except they stayed at each other's houses a lot more than
Jeff and I do. I think a big reason that's true is Mom is real good friends
with Chris's mom but not with Jeff's mom. It's not like they don't get
along or anything. They just aren't real close.

Jeff's parents dropped him off about six o'clock. We were just getting
ready to eat, so I didn't have a chance to talk to him. I was so anxious I
had a hard time keeping still while we ate, but finally I got to take him
up to my room.

"Hey, man!" I said as soon as I shut the door behind us. "Wait 'til I show
you what I found out!"

"It must be something because I thought you had ants crawling on you or
something the whole time we were eating. You were wiggling around in your
chair like crazy."

"Mike taught me how to jerk off!"

"You already knew about that. You just rub your dick. We already did that."

"Yeah, but we never had an orgasm when we did it."

"What's an organism?"

"Orgasm. It's the greatest feeling in the world! I'll show you."

I opened Jeff's belt, pulled down his zipper, and opened the button on his
jeans. Then I shoved his jeans and briefs down to his knees with one push
and made him lie back on my bed.  His dick wasn't hard when I took hold of
it, but it got hard when I started to rub it. As soon as I could I switched
to the grip Mike had taught me.

After a minute Jeff raised up on his elbows and watched what I was
doing. "What's the big deal?  We've been doing stuff like this since we
were little kids."

"Just wait. You'll see," I told him. "This is new."

Jeff didn't say anything else as he continued to watch me stroke his
dick. My own dick was hard from what I was doing, but I kept my hand off of
it as I concentrated on Jeff's. I had the idea in my head that once he
learned about it, we would be doing it to each other a lot. I was really
looking forward to that because I liked it better when Mike did it to me
than I did when I did it to myself. Course I liked that too.

It seemed like it was taking a long time for anything to happen and my arm
was starting to get tired when Jeff said, "I'm feeling something weird. I
think I have to go pee."

I tried to remember if I felt like I was going to pee the first time Mike
did it to me. I had kind of forgotten everything except the feeling I got
from the orgasm but I thought I might have felt that way for just a
second. I wasn't really sure though.

"You won't pee," I told him anyhow, wishing I knew for sure that was
true. It was going to be really bad if he did have to pee and I made him do
it all over the bed.

Suddenly Jeff's head dropped back onto the bed and the bottom half his legs
that had been dangling off the bed raised up and stuck straight out. It
felt like he was trying to force his dick up against my hand. Then he shook
a little bit before his legs dropped back down and he seemed to relax. His
hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. "You gotta stop. I can't stand for you
to touch my dick right now."

I had continued to stroke his dick as I watched him go through his first
orgasm, but I stopped right away when he grabbed me. I let go of his dick.

"Isn't that the most awesome thing you ever felt?" I asked him.

He seemed to be a little bit out of it, like he was someplace else. He was
kind of staring off instead of looking at me. "Yeah, it is. It really is."

"That's what jerking off really means. You get that feeling at the
end. It's called an orgasm. Mike told me."

"I never felt anything like that before," he told me. He still sounded
spacey.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah. I just felt kind of weak there for a minute. Like the feeling took
all the strength I had. But I'm getting over it now." He sat up as if to
prove he could.

Once he began to act more normal, I noticed my hand was wet. Really it was
just a wet place right at the bottom of my thumb that ran a little ways
toward my wrist. At first I couldn't figure out what it was, but when I
thought about it for a minute, I realized it had to be cum. It didn't look
like Mike's cum because it was more like cloudy water and not really like
the thick white stuff that came out of Mike's dick. But it sure wasn't pee,
so it couldn't have been anything else.

"Hey, look!" I told Jeff, holding out my hand for him to see.

"I told you I was going to pee!" he said. "I'm really sorry, but you made
me do it!"

"This isn't pee. This is cum. You can make cum!"

He took hold of my hand and inspected the wet place carefully. "It looks
like pee to me," he told me.

"No way! See how cloudy it is. I'm telling you, it's cum!"

Jeff looked at it again. "Well, I guess it doesn't really look like pee,
does it," he admitted as he poked at it with his finger.

"I can't do that yet. Mike said I might even have to get a whole year older
before I can. I get dry orgasms instead."

"Wonder why you can't. You're older than I am. What's a dry orgasm?"

"I'm only a couple weeks older than you are but I guess your body grew up
faster than mine. A dry orgasm is the same thing I just did to you but
nothing comes out at the end."

"But you get the same feeling?"

"I guess it's the same. It's the best thing I ever felt, that's for sure."

"It sounds like the same thing because that was definitely the best thing I
ever felt. Except next time you have to stop rubbing my dick right away
when it's over because I started getting this terrific pain like way down
low in my back. I couldn't stand it."

"Ok, I'll remember. Will you do it to me now?" I asked as I started to open
my pants and get my dick out.

"Sure! But show me what to do, ok? I wasn't really paying a while lot of
attention right there at the end."

So I showed him how to hold mine so he could slide the skin on and off the
head. Since he was always fascinated by my foreskin anyhow, he really liked
jerking me off. It didn't take me nearly as long to cum as it had him.

"You're right. Nothing did come out," he told me as he examined his hand
for any sign of liquid.

"Told ya. Want me to do it to you again?"

"Yeah, go ahead," he said as he lay back on the bed next to me.

He was already hard when I started on him, and I kept stroking him until my
arm was too tired to do it any more, but nothing happened. Finally I told
him, "I have to stop."

"Wonder why it didn't work that time?" he asked as he sat up.

"Mike says he can't do it real soon again either. Maybe that happens to you
when you make cum."

"Can you do it again right away?"

"Yeah. No problem."

"I wanna see," Jeff said as he reached for my dick. I could hear the doubt
in his voice, but since he'd touch my dick any chance he got, I also
figured he was just taking advantage of an opportunity. After only a few
minutes of stroking, he gave me another dry orgasm.

"I think I can do it over and over as many times as I want," I told
him. "But after a while my dick gets sore."

"Sounds like growing up isn't all that great if it means you can't get that
feeling as much. I mean, I get to have one orgasm and that's it but you get
to do it all you want."

"I guess so. But he can do it again after a couple hours so I guess you can
too. I'll do it to you again when we go to bed, ok?"

"Yeah," he told me as he stood up and pulled up his jeans.

I started to get dressed too. "You think your brothers do it? I guess they
have to because Mike says everybody jerks off sometimes."

"C'mon," he said. "You trying to tell me my dad does that? Or your dad?"
You could hear the doubt in his voice.

"Well, Mike is Andy's dad and he does it. I know that for sure. I think
it's just like everything about sex. Nobody thinks their parents do it. But
I know mine do. And I know Mike and Sands do it because one time I felt the
cum inside her when I was sleeping with them." I'd told Jeff all about
feeling people when they were asleep. Except I wasn't sure how sex worked
out with Mike and Sands and Barry, so I didn't mention Barry. I had the
feeling that wasn't something I was supposed to talk about anyhow.

"It's kinda hard to think of my mom and dad doing that stuff." Jeff
said. "But I bet Matt and George jerk off. I bet I could even ask Matt and
he'd tell me. I see his dick hard a lot. It's really big." His eyes got
that look that told me he was thinking about something. Then he looked back
at me and said, "But I couldn't ask George."

George was thirteen and Matt was seventeen. George and Jeff didn't get
along all that well but Matt always acted like he liked Jeff and me
too. I'd seen Matt naked a bunch of times and maybe even part way hard but
that was all. It always seemed like he liked to stay naked for awhile after
he took a shower. I kind of got the feeling he liked to be looked at. And I
sure did like to look at him. He had a great hairy chest. I drew his dick a
few times from memory but I would've liked to draw it hard while I was
looking at it.

"Yeah, I know," I told him. "But it would be cool if you could ask
Matt. Maybe he'd even do it with you. Or do it to you and let you do it to
him."

"I don't know if I could ask him that," Jeff said, the doubt obvious in his
voice.

"Maybe you could trick him into it. You know, like ask him what jerking off
is and get him to show you."

Jeff smiled. "I bet that would work. He likes to show me how stuff works."
He got this funny look on his face. "I don't mean sex. I mean other
stuff. But he did tell me some stuff about sex. I already knew most of it
but I acted like I didn't."

"See, you could do it easy!"

"Yeah, I bet I could."

Jeff did cum again when I jerked him off after we went to bed but almost
nothing came out. He did it to me twice afterwards. He wanted to do it
again but my dick was starting to get sore so I said I'd try doing it to
him instead. I couldn't make him cum so we went to sleep. We did get to do
it to each other in the morning before we had to get out of bed to get
cleaned up for school.

All that week we did it every day after school. I kept asking Jeff if he
got anywhere with Matt, but he said he didn't. After a while I just waited
for him to tell me when something happened with Matt because I knew he
would. Meanwhile I started working the same plan on my dad. I was real
tricky about it. I brought it up in the bathroom that Wednesday morning. I
waited until he was almost finished and ready to leave. As I got out of the
shower and started to dry myself, I asked him, "Dad, what's jerking off?"

He stopped combing his hair and held the comb over his head while he looked
at me in the mirror. "Where did you hear about that?"

"I heard guys talking about it at school. It's got to do with sex, doesn't
it? I mean, that's what I thought from the way they were acting. What is
it?"

He started to comb his hair again. "I don't have time to talk to you about
that now. How about if we talk about it tonight?"

"Is it a big thing so you can't tell me what it is now?" I asked.

He turned and looked at me. "It's not a big thing. I could probably tell
you now. But I think we need to talk about it some and there's not enough
time right now."

"Uh oh," I said. "Must be something bad."

"No, it's nothing bad. But I want to talk about it, not just tell you what
it is."

"You could tell me now and we could talk about it tonight," I offered.

"No, help me out here. Do it my way, ok? I promise we'll talk about it
tonight."

And then he was gone.

I smiled. I'd gotten things worked out just the way I wanted them. Now he'd
fix it so the two of us would go off to my room or someplace where we could
talk in private. If I'd tried to set up something like that, I would've had
a lot more trouble. Plus he'd have all day to think about what he was going
to tell me and he'd get comfortable with the idea too. I was very pleased
with myself.

I didn't say anything to him about it after he got home, but right after
dinner he said, "Let's go up to your room, ok?"

I knew what for, of course. And he must have told Mom we were going to talk
man to man or something because she didn't ask why we were doing it as she
normally would. It was working out great!

When we got to my room, my dad pulled out my desk chair, turned it around
to face the bed, and sat down. I plopped down on the bed facing him. I
looked at him while I waited. I think he was having trouble deciding where
to start. Finally he said, "Ok, about jerking off."

"Yeah?" I said.

"You know where babies come from, right?"

"Yeah. You put your dick into the woman's pussy and you get a baby," I
said. Then I waited.

He looked a little embarrassed. "Well, I would have said 'penis' and
'vagina', but I think you've got the right idea about the basic pattern."

"Ok, penis and vagina." I said. "You put your penis in the woman's vagina
and you get a baby." I couldn't really figure out where he was going. This
stuff wasn't going to get us to jerking off together anytime soon, or at
least I didn't see how it would. But I was willing to play this game his
way. He'd always delivered in the past.

He smiled at me. "There's a little more to it than that." Which he then
explained to me in some detail. He took a pad from my desk and drew a pussy
for me and told me the names all the parts.  I already knew what a pussy
looked like because I asked Sands about hers once and she showed it to
me. She told me some stuff about it too, but not as much stuff as my dad
was telling me. I could've drawn a better one just from that one time
seeing Sands's but his wasn't too bad. I don't know if I could've really
figured everything out from his drawing though if I hadn't already seen one
for real. After he got done with that he said he figured I already knew
what a dick looked like so he wasn't going to draw that. Of course he said
'penis'. We both laughed.

After he explained about the man depositing his seed in the woman to
fertilize her egg, he said, "And sometimes the woman becomes pregnant. More
often than not, she doesn't. And you can use various forms of birth control
to make it nearly certain she won't."

"But why do it then? I mean if you don't want to make a baby, why do all
that stuff."

He looked embarrassed again. "Well, it feels good to do it. It feels so
good that people want to do it a lot more often than just the few times
they might have to do it to have as many children as they want."

"Boy," I said, "it must feel really good to the Donovans. They have eight
kids."

He laughed. "They might also have wanted lots of kids, but I suspect your
answer is closer to the truth."

"So what's this got to do with jerking off?" I asked. I mean, this was
really neat and all, but I wanted to make sure we didn't lose sight of the
main issue here.

"Masturbation," he said. "Masturbation is what it's called."

"Ok, now I know what it's called even though I don't know what it is."

He seemed to think that was funny. "Let's call it jerking off then. The
main pleasure you get from having sex, the pleasure that comes when a man
puts his seed into a woman, is called an 'orgasm'. You can give yourself an
orgasm. Usually you do it with your hand but you can do it other ways
too. That's what masturbation is. Or jerking off. Same thing."

I had to be careful with what I did next. I didn't want to act too dumb. I
held out my hand, palm up, and asked, "How? I mean, what do you do?"

He looked embarrassed again but only for a second. "You make a cylinder out
of your hand and slide it up and down your penis." He stuck out his hand,
wrapped his fingers around an open space to make a tube, and began to move
his hand up and down slightly.

I mimicked what he did. "Like this?"

"Just like that."

"How long does it take to do it? I mean, how do you know when you're
finished?"

He laughed. "Believe me, you'll know."

"And then I'll make this seed stuff?" I continued to stroke the air with my
hand even though his had dropped to his lap. I noticed it was still curled
like it was wrapped around a dick.

"You might or you might not. Boys mature at different ages and your body
might not be ready to do that yet."

"How can you tell whether or not you can?"

"I suppose you don't ever know until you try it."

"I want to know!" I said. My dick was hard and throbbing.

As I lay back on the bed, opened my jeans, and pushed jeans and briefs down
my legs, Dad started to say something but then stopped and started
again. The second time he said, "I'll leave now so you can have some
privacy." He didn't sound very certain but he did start to stand up.

"Don't leave now," I told him. "What if I don't do it right? You have to
show me if I'm doing it wrong."

He dropped back into the chair. "You'll probably figure it out without any
help. Most people do."

"Yeah, but can't you just show me?"

I'd wrapped my hand around my dick and was beginning to stroke. I couldn't
have kept up what I was doing for long because it hurt.

I know he was starting to say 'No' when he suddenly stood up and said,
"Stop for a minute.  You're going to rub yourself raw in no time if you
keep doing it like that." He had come over to the bed while he was speaking
and now sat beside me. "Let me explain something else to you about this."


"What?" I asked, still holding my hard dick.

"When you're having sex with a woman, she's very wet inside. There's a lot
of lubrication between your penis and her vagina so you slide in and out of
her easily. But your hand and your penis are both dry. What you're doing is
only going to rub the skin raw on your penis."

"So what do I do?" He looked so earnest I was almost starting to be ashamed
of myself for tricking him like I was doing.

"Since you still have your foreskin, you can use it in place of the
lubrication." He reached out as if he was going to place my hand in the
right position around my dick but in the end he didn't touch me. "One of
the ways you can to it is to pull the skin all the way up onto the glans
and then wrap your hand around it. Then you can slide your hand up and down
without causing too much friction. You'll have to decide for yourself how
tightly to hold it. There are lots of different ways to do this, though, so
you'll have to figure out which one you like best."

I did as he told me and began stroking. It worked very well, as I already
knew it would. "Don't you do it like this?" I asked. Then I added quickly,
"But I guess you don't do it anyhow because you can have sex with Mom,
right?"

"Well, I do do it. Nearly all men do. That's something else we can talk
about another time. But to answer your question, I don't do it exactly the
same way you're doing it."

"How do you do it? Show me. I want to try it your way."

Again he hesitated over touching my hand on my dick and then he unbuttoned
his waistband and unzipped his slacks. When he had pushed them and his
boxers down, his dick popped out. He was hard and the end was wet.

"Wow!" I said. "You sure are big!"

He laughed. "I'm just average size, but I am full grown. When you finish
growing up, you'll probably be the same size as I am now. Or you could even
be bigger. Watch now."

And so saying, he wrapped his fingers around his dick and began to stroke
slowly. I took him at his word and watched, putting my face just a few
inches from his dick. On the upstroke he pushed his foreskin past the head
and slightly off the end of his dick. While it was there, he squeezed it
together and rubbed it between his thumb and index finger. Then he slid the
skin back down completely off the head. The whole time he was holding the
shaft loosely with the rest of his hand. The precum was pouring down.

"What's this stuff running down your dick? I mean 'penis'?"

"It has several names, but most people call it precum."

I made a show of looking at my dick. "I don't have any of that."

"I saw. You might not be mature enough to produce it."

"Does that mean I won't be able to cum? I mean make seed?"

"Not necessarily."

I started to imitate his stroke. "Is this right?"

"Well, it's right for me. You'll have to decide for yourself if it's right
for you."

It turned out it was, because I came in about two minutes. And of course,
it was a dry orgasm. I gave in to it all the way and shook big time as the
feeling rushed over me.

"I told you you'd know when you'd know when you were finished," he told me
when I'd settled down. He had a smile on his face.

"That's for sure! But nothing came out," I told him as I looked at my
hand. I tried to sound disappointed.

"I guess you have a little more growing up to do before you can."

I noticed he had stopped stroking his own dick but he was still holding
it. "So show me on yours, ok? That way I'll know what to look for when I
can do it."

He seemed to think about it for a few seconds. Then he mumbled like he was
talking to himself, "In for a penny, in for a pound I suppose," and started
stroking his dick.

I got close to watch. He told me I'd better back off a little ways just
like Mike had done. I did, but I was still pretty close. I saw the first
shot of cum come out of his dick, curve over right above his hand, and drop
onto his leg. The rest ran down his hand as it came out of his dick. It was
hard to say when it was over because it began to ooze out instead of
shooting clear like it did the first time. He kept stroking slowly for
maybe half a minute after it seemed like the last of it came out.

"Phew!" he said when he stopped. He was still breathing hard.

"Did it feel good?" I asked as I started touching the cum on his leg.

"It always feels good," he told me with a smile.

"This is what it looks like, huh?" I asked as I rubbed what I'd scooped up
from his leg between my fingers.

"That's it."

"So once upon a time this was me, huh?" I continued to rub it between my
fingers. "That's hard to believe."

He watched my rubbing my fingers together. "But it's true. Once upon a time
that was you."

"It's, like, sticky. And messy." I picked up his hand that had his cum all
over it and ran my fingertips over the cum. He also had it in his pubic
hair, all over his dick, on his balls, and on his thighs.

"Yes, it is. That's why I usually do it in the shower."

I knew from the way he acted that he hadn't meant to say that. But I wasn't
going to miss a chance like this. "In the shower? Really? You never did it
in the shower when I was taking a shower with you."

"Usually people do it alone."

"But not always? I mean, we just did it together, right? I thought this was
cool. I can't wait to show Jeff." Then I added, "Is it ok if I show him?"

"I suppose so. I think most boys learn about this from their friends
anyhow, or perhaps their brothers."

"But I'm glad you taught me. Thanks!"

"Don't mention it," he said with a smile. "Now hand me some kleenex so I
can mop all this up."

I grabbed the box and put it on the bed, but I also took some myself and
began wiping up the cum from his pubic hair. I had hold of his dick in no
time and was wiping it clean. To do it I had to slide the foreskin up and
down. I think he was a little bit surprised when I started on his dick but
he let me do it. All I could think about was when we would do it together
in the shower.

To be continued
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