Date: Tue, 28 Sep 1999 13:28:29 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 15" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 15 on the Nifty Archive or part 18 on ASSGM
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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Sunday morning dad was already out of bed by the time I woke up. I wandered
into the kitchen just as he was pouring a cup of coffee, so he poured one
for me too. He was his usual chipper self. I was getting there. He pulled a
robe on so he could get the paper out of the hall. He tossed it back into
the closet when he came in. He kept a robe in the one near the door since
we had started going naked all the time.

He decided we'd have some toast with the coffee while we read the paper,
followed by shower and a real breakfast. I managed to get some jam on the
sofa, so we discovered that jam came off of it just as easily as cum.  I
was beginning to feel like an actual human being as we came to the last
sections of the paper. It had even crossed my mind that I might attack him
in the shower. But when I tried, he said, "Forget it. I'm hungry."

He wore his butt-revealing apron, so I had to laugh at him. I started
calling it the butt cracker. But I was thinking about trying to find an
apron made out of transparent plastic to give him for Christmas. I thought
it would be great to see his dick pressed up against the plastic of the
apron like a nose pressed against a window.

Breakfast was so substantial that we decided we probably wouldn't need
lunch at all. It had turned out to be a beautiful day, bright and
sunny. They weren't even calling for it to be cold around midday. It was
what my mom called sweater weather. Dad had the idea that we ought to rent
bicycles and get some air. He knew of the perfect place, he told me.

We got back to his apartment about mid afternoon, got out of our clothes,
and settled on the sofa to read for an hour. He sat at the end, his usual
place, and I laid on the sofa, using his leg for a pillow.

About forty-five minutes into that hour, he said, "I've been thinking."

"I was wondering what that funny smell was," I replied.

"No, this is serious, listen. Even since you said Larry caught you and
Chris sucking each other, I've been thinking. Maybe it's time for me to
tell Larry about us."

"I thought maybe you already told him. Sometimes he acts like he knows
something he isn't saying, like when he winked at me that time," I said.

"No way he could know. Only two people who could've told him, and I
didn't."

"Me neither," I said. "But what made you decide that?"

"I guess it's a question of trust again, like you and I talked about. I
know about them, but he doesn't know about us. It's the same thing you were
thinking about Chris when you wondered how were you could tell him now
since you didn't tell him right at first. There's a good way to get into it
right now. Maybe later on there won't be. I guess it really isn't any
different at all from the way you feel about telling Chris."

"Ok, I see it," I told him. "How'r you going to do it?"

"Same way you said with Chris, tell him a little lie so I can tell him the
truth. I thought about telling him you told me about him catching you and
Chris."

"But that means I have to tell Chris the same thing, right?"

"Be pretty dumb not to."

"Wow, so I'm gonna tell Chris I told you about Larry catching us
sucking. Then what?"

"We talked about it, I was cool with it, and we did it," he said.

"Just like that, huh?"

"Well, it could use some details, but it's the same thing you said Chris
would buy when we talked about it yesterday. It just goes one step
further," he told me.

"Yeah, it really is the truth, but like it was happening all at once
instead of little bit by little bit when I would stay here. So I tell him
we talked about sucking and you were cool and so I asked you if I could do
it to you?"

"Something like that," he said. "And I returned the favor."

"Ok, we'll do it. One thing for sure, I won't be holding out on Chris after
I tell him that. Won't have to keep any secrets then," I said.

"Yeah, go all the way, no secrets. I'll tell Larry you told me everything
Chris told you about them too. And that I told you about me and Larry. So
the story is that you and I just let it all out between Friday night and
Saturday and then we sucked each other off," he said. "That way you don't
have to try to remember who knows what."

"Will Larry buy it, you think? I mean about us getting started that way." I
asked.

"Yeah, it isn't all that much different from what happened the first time
Larry and I sucked each other off."

"Will he get pissed off about me knowing about you and him?" I asked. "But
wait a minute. I don't know if Larry knows that Chris told me about them."

"No way to get around that one. I just don't think he'll worry about that
with all of the other stuff," he said. "And," he added., "he saw you and
Chris sucking each other's dicks and he was cool about it."

"Wait til Chris hears this!" I said. "I'm gonna call him and get him to
stay over with me tomorrow night."

"One more thing before you do. What say we call and invite your mom to go
out to dinner with us for her birthday next Sunday?"

"Great! You calling or me?"

"You," he said.

So I called her and she accepted. She seemed very pleased. Then I called
Chris.

"Hey!" he said. Then, changing to a whisper, "Geez, man! Heavy stuff's been
going down here.  We gotta talk!"

"Man, you don't even know from heavy. Wait 'til you hear. I'm calling to
tell you to stay over with me tomorrow night," I said.

"I'll tell mom," he replied in a normal voice. Then in a whisper, "Can you
talk any now?"

"No way! Tomorrow, ok?" I told him.

"Yeah, same here. Just tell me did it work," he whispered.

"You wouldn't even believe!" I replied.

"Ok, tomorrow night, bye," he said in a normal voice.

After I hung up, I told my dad, "Something else happened."

"You mean between Larry and Chris?" he asked.

"Yeah, Chris didn't say anything. But he was whispering. He only does that
to talk about sex.  You know, I can't believe I just told you that. I'm
giving away all my secrets," I said.

"No secrets, remember?" he said.

"Well, not many maybe," I replied. "I'm hungry."

"Me too. Come help me fix dinner," he said. It was just sandwiches. We had
it on the table in no time.

After dinner I started to get that anxious feeling that came over me when I
realized there was only so much time left before he had to take me
home. And I wanted to have sex. So when we settled on the sofa, I said to
my dad, "Can I suck your dick?"

"Gee, I was thinking about having ice cream for dessert," he said in a
whiny voice.

"You can have it later. Sucking is low calorie and you can have it right
now!" To emphasize my point I shoved my face into his crotch and sucked his
soft dick into my mouth.

"I sure have to put up with a lot from you. I keep wondering if you're
worth all the trouble. Hey, ow!"

I bit him on the dick. Not hard, just enough to keep the game
going. Besides, his dick was getting hard pretty quickly, so I knew he was
as interested in sex as I was. I couldn't take his whole dick into my mouth
once it got hard unless I was particularly excited, so I backed off of it
as the head started pressing against my throat. I wrapped my hand around
the bottom half. He let me play with it for a very long time. At one point
I was thinking again how much more I could do to my dad than I could to
Chris because of his foreskin.

Dad began rubbing his hand up and down my back soon after I started sucking
his dick. I tried to hunch up so he could reach farther down. It let him
side his hand into my crack as far as my asshole, so he ran his finger back
and forth over it periodically. He also slid his hand under me and between
my legs to rub my dick and my balls.

After a while, he said he wanted to do something else. "Move around here,"
he told me

He had to give me directions. He wanted me to turn around the other way on
the sofa so I was facing him. He turned so he was facing me too. Then he
scooted down to the middle of the sofa so I was sitting between his legs
with my legs drawn up. He fed my left leg under his right one and put my
right one over his left. It was a position we had gotten into in the shower
once. It let us push our crotches against each other, which we did by
wiggling on our butts toward each other. Our dicks were standing up beside
each other. He took both of our dicks in his hands and started jerking them
slowly. As he did, his precum started to spread onto the head of my dick
too, making it slick enough to slide against his hand.

Since I wasn't using my hands for anything, I started playing with his
nipples. They got very hard. I continued to play with them until my dad
told me to swap one of my hands for his on our dicks. Then he used his free
hand on my nipples. I licked my finger and applied the wetness to his
nipple, sliding my finger around in circles. He continued to work mine with
a dry finger and thumb. I could feel myself building toward an orgasm. I
wondered if he was also. Then he kissed me, sliding his tongue into my
mouth. We had to pull our hands out from between us because there wasn't
enough room to move them around. Both of us used them to pull us closer
together.  My nipples continued to be rubbed by their contact with his
chest hair. I suppose his were sliding around against my smooth chest.

Then suddenly he started to cum. The first spurt fountained up between
us. The last two fell inside our joined hands, so suddenly my dick was very
slick with his cum. That brought me to the edge too. He had continued to
jerk our dicks while he was cumming, but I couldn't stand to have the head
of mine touched with that much pressure after I began to cum. I had to make
him reduce the length of his stroke by dragging his hand down with mine.

Our mouths were plastered to each other while we came. We were literally
breathing the same breath, which meant we were getting far less than the
usual amount of oxygen. When our mouths separated, we were out of
breath. We sat there, continuing to hold our dicks in our entwined hands,
while we gasped for breath. I had my forehead against his shoulder for
support and he had done the same. It took us several minutes to get our
breaths back.

When we disconnected ourselves from our position, I went and got a
washcloth to wipe him off.  Not long after that we had to get dressed and I
had to pack up my things so he could take me home. He waited until my mom
came to the door to wave at him before he drove away.

Monday morning I could hardly wait to get to school so I could talk to
Chris. Then for the first time ever mom had a flat tire driving us to
school. All of us stood there and waited for AAA to come change it even
though one of the other guys said he had changed tires before on his mom's
car. By the time we got to school, we were all over a half hour late. Chris
gave me a look that said, "Where were you?" when I slid into my seat. So we
didn't get to talk until lunch time.

When it finally came and we were able to get some privacy after we ate,
Chris said, "So tell me."

I gave him a condensed version of the story my dad and I had concocted,
which was essentially true except for the time frame. I worried that he
wouldn't buy it, but I shouldn't have. He kept saying, "I told you! I told
you!" I didn't get into the part about what his dad and mine did with each
other after the gym on Monday and Thursday nights. I was saving that
bombshell for later.

Then Chris told me what had happened between him and his dad. Again, it was
a condensed version because we had practically no time left before having
to face old lady Moseley. His father had not come into his room at all on
Friday night, which worried Chris because of his having found us sucking
each other's dicks the night before. Then on Saturday afternoon, they ended
up alone in the house because his brother Stu was away for a football
weekend at the college he planned to attend the next year and his mom had
gone Christmas shopping. They were watching tv when his dad asked him when
he and I had changed from jerking off to sucking each other.  Since the
bell rang then, giving us hardly enough time to make it from where we were
to the classroom, he skipped the details and told me, "We ended up sucking
each other off!"

He had a cat-in-the-cream smile on his face when he told me, which
unfortunately was still there when we entered the classroom. Mrs. Moseley
saw it as he walked past her, so he became that day's object of her
perpetual suspicion. Students subjected to the periodic stare that
accompanied that suspicion usually withered in their seats as the period
progressed. Chris didn't fare it any better than others had in the past.

After school, we were luckier. There was room in my car pool, so Chris rode
home with me.  Also, my mom wasn't home and wouldn't be until nearly dinner
time. We were in my room, naked, and hard in no time.

"You tell me first," I said. I also began sucking his dick, keeping my lips
loose so I wouldn't get him too close to the edge.

"I almost fell off the sofa when he asked me. It was outta nowhere! But I
told him about the guy in the steam room and all and how we did it after
that. I just told him the whole thing. Ya know, it's weird talking to you
while you suck my dick," he said.

I stopped and said, "I could stop."

"No! Don't stop! It's just weird is all!"

By way of an answer, I went back to sucking. He just watched me for a
minute or so without saying anything. I dropped his dick out of my mouth
and told him, "Look, you can either talk to me while I suck or you can suck
my dick and I'll talk to you." After a pause, I added, "Or we could skip
the whole thing and just talk."

"No! I want to tell you and I want to hear! And I want you to suck, don't
stop, please!

I wanted to hear too, but I waited until he started talking before I went
back to sucking.

"So he asks me why I didn't tell him that when we were talking all those
nights. I tell him he just didn't ask me. I felt really dumb saying it, but
it was the truth. That was the only reason I never told him. Then he says
we could have been doing that too. I tell him it is sure ok with me. So
then he asks me if I want to go do it right then. I said yes. I couldn't
believe it!"

He stopped talking again, so I dropped his dick again, looked up, and said,
"And?" Then I went right back to sucking.

"We go up to my room and take our clothes off. We're both hard. His dick is
so big, I'm thinking how am I gonna be able to suck it. He tells me to get
on the bed and he gets on beside me. The other way. You know, so we had our
faces near each other's dicks. He sucks my whole dick right in his mouth. I
tried to do it too, to his I mean, but I only get maybe half of it in when
it hits my throat and I start to gag. His has such a big head on it."

There was another pause. I didn't even raise my head this time. I just held
up my finger and made circles around and around, as if I was saying to
continue.

"So he pulls his mouth off of mine and tells me to just take as much as I
can. He says I should put my hand around the bottom part to keep too much
from going in. So I do it. Works great!"

I didn't even wait long after he paused. I just stuck up the spinning
finger.

"We just kept on sucking each other. I came first and he took it all,
swallowed it right down.  Then he came and I nearly drowned. It squirted
out of my mouth around his dick. I tried to swallow it, but his dick was
too far back in my mouth for me to swallow. I shot cum out my nose and my
mouth all over his crotch and legs and my bed. And my face was covered
too."

I figured that was the end of it, so I let his dick drop out of my mouth.

"How come you're stopping?" he asked.

"I thought that was it," I said.

"No, man! There's lots more!"

"Well, tell me! Don't keep stopping like that!"

"I'm trying! It's just so weird talking to the back of your head like
that."

"Talk!" I said as I went back to sucking his dick.

"What happened was I was trying to hold it all in my mouth but I
couldn't. Then it started to run down my throat but without me swallowing
it. That's when I like sneezed, but I had my mouth clamped shut around his
dick, so the cum just shot outta my nose. You know how you can shoot what
you're holding in your mouth right out your nose if you sneeze or
something?"

He paused, waiting for an answer. I had figured out by this time that he
was missing the reactions he usually got from me when we talked about
sex. He wanted to hear a noise. I was going to tell him, "Go on!" Since I
had his dick in my mouth, what I actually said was "Gwuhn." And that was
all it took.

"It was a real mess. When he got done cumming, I let go of his dick. I
swallowed what was in my mouth. We wiped up all the rest with kleenex. We
musta used like half a box. He said he was sorry I shot it out of my
nose. I had to blow it like a hundred times before the smell of the cum was
gone."

This time I tried to say, "Wow!" What came out was "Urmpf!" .

"We talked more after that. He wanted to know if you knew I had told him
about you and me. So I told him. Then he wanted to know if you knew about
me and him. I was worried about telling him that. I never thought about it
when I was telling you because I knew you'd keep it secret. But I didn't
know if he would want you to know, understand?"

"Yuhsss."

"But he was totally cool with that too. He said you probably would've
figured it out anyhow from the way he acted when he caught us sucking
Thursday. So then I told him about what you were gonna do at your dad's. I
mean all about the plan to get him to do it with you. He said your dad was
pretty cool so it might work. See, he thought so too. You're the only one
who didn't."

I had to answer that. "Yeah, I'm also the only one whose ass would be in a
sling if I tried it and he didn't go for it, you know?"

"Aw, man! You dad is so cool there's no way that could've happened! Tell me
about you and him and then I'll tell you about Sunday night."

"Well, I just told him on Friday night that I was really worried about
something and could I talk to him about it no matter what it was. He said I
could, no matter what. So I told him about your dad catching us sucking on
Thursday. I said I was worried because I didn't know what your dad was
thinking about it."

Chris started jerking my dick real slow while I was talking. I wanted to be
sucked, so I added, "You know, you could suck me while I tell you too, like
I did you."

"Oh. Yeah, sure, man!" he said as he dove on it.

"It didn't blow my dad away or anything. He just asked me how it happened,
so I told him. He wanted to know all about us, I mean what you and I do. He
asked lots of questions. He was being so cool about it that I told him
everything, right from the first time we ever jerked each other off.  I
told him about the steam room too. He said that kinda stuff happens a lot
in there. Then he said guys do like we do all the time, I mean you and me
jerking each other off and sucking. He said he thought best friends almost
always did it. He was super cool. It turned out we spent like all of Friday
night after dinner talking about it. You know what, it is weird trying to
talk to the back of your head."

He raised his head off of my dick, but he kept his hand on it. "Geez, did
ya think I was making it up or something?"

"No. But I didn't think it would be so weird feeling. How about if we just
jerk each other while we talk. But I don't want to cum until we're done
talking. I want to suck you off."

"Yeah, man, me too!"

He was actually already jerking my dick, which was well lubricated with his
saliva. I took hold of his and started jerking loosely.

I continued, "So all day Saturday I was thinking about the stuff he said on
Friday night. Then when we were reading, you remember about our reading
hour that we always had? Anyhow, I got this idea and I wanted to ask him
about it. It was easier because I was laying on the sofa and using his leg
for a pillow so I didn't have to look at him when I asked it. I started off
by telling him I was thinking all day about what we talked about. He asked
me what I decided. I told him it wasn't about deciding anything, I just
wanted to ask him a couple of questions. He said after everything I told
him, I could ask him just about anything. So I asked him if your dad and
him ever jerked each other off.  Course I knew they did from your dad
telling you, but I asked him anyhow. Turns out your dad is the one who
taught him how to do it. Isn't that wild, your dad taught my dad how to
jerk off and then I taught you!"

"That is really wild! But you know what's even wilder?" Chris asked.

"What?"

"Sunday night I was asking my dad about what all he did with your dad and
he told me the exact same thing. He told me he taught your dad too!" he
said. "He told me some other stuff too."

"Was it about them sucking each other off?" I asked.

"Yeah! Did you find that out too?"

"Sure did! Did he tell you about when they were building our deck?" I
asked.

"Oh, man! The same thing! And did he tell you they suck each other off
after they go to the gym now?" Chris asked.

"And even that they sucked each other off right before your dad caught us
sucking!"

"That is so hot!" Chris practically yelled. It was a good thing mom wasn't
home.

We were both very excited by this point, and what had started off as
foreplay with casual jerking on each other's dicks had turned into the
serious business of working towards a quick orgasm.  Chris had a death grip
on my dick and was pumping it furiously. The only reason I hadn't cum was
that he was holding it too tight to create any friction. I had a firm grasp
of his too, but my hand was moving slower. I abandoned the hand work and
went down on his dick, sucking the whole thing into my mouth. I felt Chris
do the same thing to me about ten seconds later. We didn't have to suck
long before we came, Chris first and me before he had even finished
shooting.

When we were finished, we did something we had never done before. We
continued to lick each other's dicks and balls. Neither of us could stand
having the head touched after we came, and we both knew it, so we worked
carefully on every other part of our dicks and balls. We were just about
ready to stop when we heard the garage door open, so we got dressed and
went down to see my mom.

That night in bed we talked again about everything we had learned, Chris
over the weekend and me over many weekends but condensed into one for the
telling. We filled in all of the details, mainly by asking each other
questions. He and his dad had sucked each other off on Sunday night, and he
wanted to know how it had happened with my dad the first time, which I had
told him occurred on Saturday night. I put together an answer out of things
that had happened at different times, so it was all true at least in that
way.

I told him, "It was after supper on Saturday night. I went in to get my
shower first. I didn't jerk off in the shower because I was trying to get
my nerve up to ask him if I could suck him off or at least could we jerk
each other off. He came in and talked to me while I was in the shower. He
does that sometimes. When I was ready to get out of the shower I had a
hardon. I didn't know what I was gonna do. Since I didn't have any choice
anyhow, I had to get out and just let it show.  My dad saw it right
away. He was sitting on the toilet seat. He was naked too. He said I had a
nice piece of equipment. I got embarrassed and turned my back on him. He
knew I was embarrassed. He told me all guys get hardons all the time, and a
lot of times it is for no reason.  Then he asked me did I know hardons were
catching. That sounded so stupid I laughed at him.  But he said it was true
and to just look at his. I did, and he had a hardon! It was just pointing
at me. I wanted to grab it so bad! I don't know where I got the nerve, but
I asked him could I suck his dick. He said maybe. I thought that was so
funny when he said it. Then he shoved me into the shower and he got in with
me. We washed each other. Of course I was already clean, but it felt so
great for him to touch me. And I touched him all over. I couldn't let go of
his dick. Finally he said to me that if I didn't stop messing with it, he
would cum and then we wouldn't get to suck after all. Man I was in heaven!
I quit right away. We got dried off and got in his bed facing the other way
from each other. I took hold of his dick and started licking it. I could
feel him doing it to me too. We did it for a long time and then we came in
each other's mouth. I came long before he did. Man it was awesome!"

Chris was satisfied with the story. I had never needed to worry about
it. He asked lots of questions, all centering on my dad's dick. Then it
occurred to both of us that our dads could have been sucking each other at
the same time as we were doing it. That really increased the level of
excitement. The last thing he said before he took my dick in his mouth was,
"I sure would like to get a chance to do that with your dad." By that time,
there weren't any more secrets between us, just as my dad had said.

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