Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 13:46:24 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 12" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 12
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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Monday morning Chris was waiting for me when I got out of the car. He was
grinning, so I knew something good had happened between him and his dad the
night before. We both headed off to the side, away from the other arriving
students, so we could walk slowly toward the entrance and have a chance to
talk. I said, "What a grin! So give! What happened?"

"He told me more about jerking off with your dad, how they use to do
it. It's just like us!"

"D'you ask him or what?"

"Yeah, I did. And he just told me, it was so cool!"

"So tell me all of it, man!" I said. "Start from the beginning."

"Ok. But there's a lot. We gotta talk about it. We can't go to my house
after school. How about yours?"

"No way, my mom's home today. Stay over at my house tonight," I told him.

"Ok. We can call at lunchtime."

"Tell me," I said.

"I was jerking it slow when he came in. I'm really getting good at holding
back. And it was different. His bathrobe was like not really closed. I mean
it was tied but the sides were just touching. It wasn't wrapped around him
like it usually is. It opened up a little bit when he walked over to my
bed. I could see his dick!"

"Was he hard?" I asked.

"No, but I could see it anyhow."

"Go ahead," I said.

"So he sat on the bed beside me. And his bathrobe just opened right up."

"Did he leave it open?"

"No, he pulled it back together and held on to it. But I could see he was
getting hard because I got a real good look at his dick when he sat down."

"Wow, you must've loved that!"

"You know it!" he said.

Just then the first bell rang, meaning we had to get to class. We started
walking faster, which made it impossible to talk any more. Chris said,
"I'll tell you at lunch time." Then we went into our classroom.

I could hardly wait until lunch. I practically made Chris run to the
cafeteria so we could get our trays and find a place where we could
talk. We got the first two seats at a table with a vacant table next to it,
which gave us some privacy.

"Ok, so I'm laying there holding on to my dick and he's sitting next to me
getting a hardon but it's inside his robe," Chris said, to bring us back to
the point where we had stopped before school.

"Right," I said.

"I just asked him how long they were jerking off together before they did
it to each other. And he told me that was how they started, they did it to
each other like the very first time," he said.  "Then he asked me about
us. I told him we did it that way right from the first time too. It was so
wild to be talking to him about it!"

I knew just how he felt. "I guess he won't be getting mad about us doing it
then," I said, already knowing the answer.

"No, man, he is way cool with it. I mean I was just laying there with my
boxers off and jerking my dick when he came in, and he acted like it
happened all the time."

"It does happen all the time!" I said.

"You know what I mean," he said with an exasperated sigh. "He is just
completely ok with it."

"I believe you," I said.

Three kids sat down at our table then, so we had to change the subject. By
the time we had both called our moms to let them know Chris was eating with
us and staying over, it was time for old lady Moseley's class. After school
there was a frustrating series of interruptions that kept us from feeling
safe enough to talk about Chris's experience until bedtime. But finally
bedtime came and we were safely installed in my room until the morning. We
both shoved our boxers down and off to give us ready access to each other's
dicks. Chris took hold of mine immediately, so I did the same to his. Of
course we were both hard.

"Ok, tell me the rest," I said.

"You remember what I already told you?" he asked.

"Is that a joke or what?" I asked him. "Like what else have I thought about
all day! You're just dragging this out!"

"No way man, it's already out!" he said, laughing and jerking my dick so I
would be sure to get the joke.

"Yeah, well I'm gonna put it away if you don't tell me. I've been like
waiting all day!" I told him.

"Ok. While he's talking to me, I notice his dick is coming out of his robe
higher up than where he is holding it together. It looked like a snake or
something. So I told him his hardon was getting away. I was trying to make
a joke. And he got it, man! He looked down and said he didn't guess there
was any reason to keep it penned up. Then he just let go of his robe and it
opened up all the way. His dick was just sticking out at me."

"Were you jerking off this whole time," I asked.

"Some, but I was making sure I didn't cum. I didn't want it to happen too
soon because there was no telling what could've happened."

"Then what?" I asked.

"I asked him if I could touch it. And he said sure. I was nervous about it,
so first I just touched it on the end with my finger. It jerked so I
snatched my finger back. We both laughed over that!  Then I touched it
again. I ran my finger around the head and down to the bottom. I could feel
it jerking when I was doing it. The I got my nerve up and wrapped my hand
around it."

"Wow, man, that is hot!" I said.

"No lie! He asked me if it felt different from mine. I told him it was
bigger, it felt bigger. He had that precum stuff just running out of his
dick. I rubbed my thumb over it on the head, it was real slick. I didn't
know what to do then. I knew I didn't want to let go of it. You'll never
believe what I did next!" he said.

I was willing to bet that I would. I said, "What?"

"I asked him if I could jerk him off, like we were jerk off buddies. I was
sure he was gonna say no, but he didn't! He let me! And he said if we were
gonna be jerk off buddies, he had to do it to me too. I couldn't believe he
wanted to! I was like in heaven, man!"

"No lie!" I said. "So he grabbed yours?"

"He didn't grab it. I pulled my hand off of my dick so he could get to
it. He felt my dick all over first. Then he took hold of it and started to
jerk it. He asked me if he was doing it right. I just told him it felt
great. He was holding it loose, like you showed me how to do so I wouldn't
cum too fast. Then I thought maybe I wasn't doing it right on his and that
was why he asked me, so I asked him. He said I was doing it just right. I
knew I had a tight hold on his, but he said it was ok, so I kept doing
it. I came first, but he started shooting like crazy while I was still
shooting. He must not've cum in like a month because it was all over the
place! I used all the kleenex I had in my room and we still didn't wipe it
all up. So he told me to get a dirty sock. That got the rest of it. You
remember he told me he use to use a dirty sock to jerk off in?"

"Yeah, I remember," I said.

"After it was all over, I told him that was really great. He said it was
too. Then he told me good night and he left. Man, it was awesome. I can't
wait for tomorrow night!"

"Maybe you could've been doing it tonight," I said.

"Maybe," he said, "but I figured he'd be late at the gym or too beat to do
it."

I thought that it was more likely he just wouldn't be interested if he and
dad sucked each other off after their workout.

"So," he continued, "we got to work out a way for you to do it with your
dad. You know he'll go for it. He is way cooler than my dad and look what
we did."

Of course I knew he would go for it too. The problem was what to tell Chris
that he would believe. But since I wasn't staying with dad until Friday, I
had time to think about it. I told Chris, "Man I hope you're right!"

By this time both of us were really hot from Chris's story, but I wanted to
suck a while first, so I asked him if we could make it last a while. We
were already jerking each other's dick, but not in a way that would cause
us to cum right away. He said yes, and for once he didn't say it
grudgingly. I crawled down the bed and started licking his dick. He matched
what I did to him on my dick. I also licked his balls for a while, the
first time I had done that. When I was doing it, he said, "Hey, that feels
great!" and went right to licking mine. We made it last much longer than I
thought was possible before firing everything we had down each other's
throats.

So Wednesday morning I could hardly wait to get to school to find out what
had happened between Chris and his dad. I was there when Chris arrived. He
grinned at me, so I thought I knew what had to tell me. We moved off to the
side and I asked him, "Did you and him do it again?"

"Sure did!" he said, grinning practically from ear to ear.

"Tell me!" I said.

"It was even cooler than last time. He came in just holding his robe, it
wasn't even tied, so when he sat down it just fell open. He was already
getting hard! He asked me what we were going to talk about, like I could
just talk to him about anything."

"You're right, that's definitely way cool," I said, thinking that my dad
and I had had practically this same conversation. "So what did you say?"

"I wanted to know more about your dad. About his dick. I said he wasn't
circumcised and my dad said that was right. I asked him how come, I mean
why his wasn't and the rest of us were."

"You know about me already. It was Grandfather's fault," I told him.

"Yeah, but I wanted to know about us, you know, me and my dad. And also
whatever he could remember about your dad's dick. He jerked it off, I
figured he's got to know stuff I want to hear about," he replied.

"So what did you find out?" I asked. I was really curious about the
circumcisions. I already knew how it felt to jerk my dad off, but I was
also willing to hear lots more about it from somebody else.

"Dad said he didn't know why he was circumcised because his dad isn't. I
didn't know that. But he said Stu and I were circumcised without anybody
ever asking him. They just did it at the hospital."

"Aww, man," I said to indicate my disapproval.

"Yeah, can you believe it? They cut the end off your dick without even
asking anybody!" he said in agreement.

"So what did he say about my dad?" I asked, but the bell rang just then and
we had to scramble to get to class.

At lunchtime, after we had found a table with some privacy, Chris picked up
as if there had been no interruption. "Dad said it was a lot easier to jerk
off your dad because the skin is so loose on his dick. It just slides up
and down. I asked a lot of questions about it." He then proceeded to tell
me things about my dad's dick which I had already found out for myself. He
ended it with, "I sure would love to get a chance to jerk him off!"

"Me too," I said, looking ahead to my Wednesday night with him. "So then
you jerked each other off?"

I thought I would have to wait for an answer because kids came and sat down
at our table right then, but Chris just smiled at me and said, "Sure did!
It was way cool. And there was just as much as last time."

That night dad picked me up right on time. I wanted to ask him if we could
get a pizza and go back to his apartment, but I felt that he had pretty
much told me last time that we weren't just getting together for sex. So I
didn't ask, and he drove us to a restaurant. On the way I brought him up to
date about Chris and Larry. I told him, "I really see what you meant about
not giving him ideas. And also I'm glad I didn't mess up his chances or
anything."

"Good for you," my dad said.

"So what can I tell Chris now?" I asked.

"What do you want to tell him," he asked me back.

"I don't know. I thought you could tell me."

"Nope, Chris is your friend. You have to decide and then I'll stick with
you about it, just like I told you," he said.

"Well, I want to be honest with him. I want to tell him that we have done
the same stuff. But I don't know how to do that. I can't just tell him
we've been doing stuff longer than they have.  He'll want to know why I
didn't tell him before."

"Reasonable," he said.

"So I have to lie to him so I can tell him the truth. If I don't, his
feelings will be hurt," I said.

"He also might not ever trust you again the way he does now," he said.

"Can't you just tell me what to do?" I pleaded.

"Hey, I don't know the answer to this. I'm not just making you solve a
problem here. Once you start worrying about how other people are going to
feel about what you do, then you can never be certain what you ought to
do. You just have to do whatever seems best. You know Chris a lot better
than I do. What will he buy that you can tell him?"

"You mean, like what's the littlest lie I can tell?" I asked.

"Yeah, guess so. Sorry. I really would tell you what to do if I knew for
sure what would work and solve all the problems," he said.

"Thanks, I know you would," I replied. And by this point in the
conversation, I did know he would.

Although I was still thinking about what I could tell Chris, we started
talking about another subject when we went into the restaurant. I hadn't
made the mistake of talking about sex in a restaurant since the night I
asked my dad if it was true that everybody jerked off.

When we had ordered, he said, "There are some things we need to talk
about."

"What?" I asked.

"You know your mom and I aren't ever going to get back together, right?"

I hadn't really thought about it. "I guess so," I said, wondering what was
coming next.

"Ok, that doesn't sound so positive. Talk to me about what you were
thinking."

"I wasn't thinking anything," I said. "I never thought about it at all. I
mean I never thought you would, but I never thought you wouldn't either."

"Think about it now. We won't. Does that bother you?"

I thought about it. Then I said, "No, I don't guess it does." Then it
dawned on me, "Hey, are you getting married again?" I immediately thought
of how that would impact our sexual relationship.  I didn't like it at all.

My dad laughed out loud. "No, what gave you that idea?"

I was relieved. "Well, I thought maybe that was . . . Hey, mom's not
getting married again, is she?"

"No, not her either. Get that marriage stuff outta your head! It's not
about that."

"So what's it about?" I asked.

"Well, your Grandfather has this guy he wants your mom to start seeing."

"Yuck!" I said.

"No, wait a minute. His dad is a friend of your Grandfather's. . ."

I cut him off in the middle of the sentence with, "I don't believe
Grandfather has any friends!"

He laughed at me, "To tell you the truth, neither do I!" We both laughed
over that. "But anyhow, the guy he wants your mom to start seeing is a
doctor, he's our age, hers and mine. I've met him a couple times. He seems
like a good guy, ya know?"

"You like this guy?" I asked, a little incredulously.

"Well, I don't know him enough to say that. His name's Charlie, by the
way. Anyhow, Charlie seems like he might be an ok guy. You can't hold his
father's friends against him."

"So why are you telling me this instead of mom?"

"Your mom's worried about what you might do. She told me you've got your
Grandfather on his best behavior around you."

"You know about that?" I asked. I had never mentioned it to him.

"Yeah, him slapping you and all. You were right, he would have been very
sorry if he had hit you again," he said. Then he added in a different kind
of voice, "Of course, I might not've actually had to kill him." He had bent
his head.  He gave me a sly kind of look from under his eyebrows when he
said that, so we both laughed.

"Darn," I said.

We were interrupted by the arrival of our dinner. We sat quietly while the
plates were placed in from of us and the waiter ascertained that what we
received was indeed what we had ordered. It was also necessary to assure
her that it all looked good. Our conversation slowed in pace as we
alternated between talking and chewing.

"To get back to it, he had no business slapping you, but if it's any
consolation, that was the first time I ever knew of when your mom thought
he was dead wrong."

That was a surprise to me. "She sure didn't act that way in front of me."

"Well, I think she's having trouble dealing with it. But she's working on
it. I know for a fact that she stood up for you with your
Grandfather. Anyhow, she wanted me to tell you that I didn't have a problem
with her seeing Charlie."

"Then I won't either, promise," I replied. "Unless he slaps me," I added,
giving him the same kind of look and using the same sly voice he had used
earlier.

"Deal. If he does, I come kill him on the spot!" We both laughed over that.

We ate silently for a few minutes. Then he said, "There's more."

"Uh-oh" I said.

"No, this is good. At least I think it is. How would you feel about just
staying over with me on Wednesday nights instead of me taking you home?"

"Wow, that's great!" I said. Then it dawned on me, "So the deal is, I don't
kick Charlie in the balls and I get to spend Wednesday nights with you?" I
really didn't care. But I wanted him to know that I saw the connection.

"Not true, you get to stay with me on Wednesdays even if you let him have
it. They don't have anything to do with each other."

"Then how come?"

"Your mom said she realized how little time we really had on Wednesday
nights. Plus she'd get some relief from having to drag your lazy butt out
of bed every morning."

"You and mom must talk on the phone a lot," I said.

"About every other day," he said. "We're talking more now than we did when
we were married."

"That's cool," I said, pleasantly surprised.

"I think so too. We're going to come out of this friends, I really think we
are," he said. "But your Grandfather doesn't have to know about the change
on Wednesdays."

"He won't hear it from me. I don't even speak to him," I replied.

"And give Charlie a break, ok? He might be just the guy your mom needs."

"Ok," I said.

We passed up on dessert in favor of a milkshake at the bowling alley. It
was the first time we had been bowling together all that year. Of course my
dad won. He also attracted a team of little old ladies who were bowling in
the lane next to ours. I overheard them as they told each other how cute he
was. They talked about him when he was bowling as if I wasn't there. They
were very much taken with his dark blue eyes and his long eyelashes. One
told her friend that he had a great ass, and another told two women that
when he smiled at her, she got wet between the legs. These women may have
been old, but they sure weren't dead.

As he was driving me home, he said, "There's something else too."

I couldn't imagine what was coming now. "Now what?" I said. "Gimme a break
here, huh?"

"I think this is important too. It's about sex. You know I like the sex
we're having as much as you do, right?"

I thought, here it comes. No more sex. "Yeah?" I answered warily, with a
questioning tone.

"Hey, I do! But the thing is, and I know this is really hard to believe
when you're fourteen and your balls are just about throbbing between your
legs, the thing is that I like being with you for other stuff too. I like
going to movies with you and going bowling with you and just talking. You
understand?"

"Yeah?" I said. I still figured the sex was over.

"Don't make this too easy on me, ok? I know you wanted to go back to my
apartment and suck dick or something tonight. But it's like this. You're
getting to be an adult. Pretty soon you won't need a father."

I started to interrupt him, but he said, "Just wait a minute. I'm always
going to be your dad, that's never going to change. But you aren't going to
need a father telling you what to do much longer.  Look at what's happening
with you and Chris. I just want us to move from me being your father to us
being friends. We have to build a different kind of relationship from what
we had all this time, and we can't do that if we spend all our time in
bed. You get it?"

"Yeah, I get it. But you already are my friend!" I said.

"Well, not the way I want us to be friends. If I told you what to do about
Chris, you'd just go do it, right?"

"Yeah, probably, right."

"But that makes me your father. If I was your friend, it would just be
advice and you would think about it and maybe do something else."

"Life is sure getting complicated!"

"Nothing you can do about that unless you want to go live in cave," he
said.

"So lemme get one thing straight here, the sex is not over, right?" I
asked.

"I sure hope not!" he said.

"Then your dick is mine Friday night!" I said as we pulled up in front of
the house. But I still didn't know what I could tell Chris.

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