Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 13:05:54 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 20" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 20

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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I woke up to find Jerry in bed with me again. It was getting to be such a
usual thing that I didn't give it any thought. I saw Roger standing on the
twins, licking one on the cheek. That twin woke up and jumped out of
bed. Since I could see the birthmark on the other twin as he sat up, I knew
the one standing was Pete. He started for the door with Roger close beside
him. My mind was moving just fast enough for me to realize that he was
taking Roger out. Right behind that realization followed another, that Pete
was naked. Before he got out the door, I called him back and told him to
put his pajamas on first. Knowing that he didn't care whether he was naked
or not, I added that it was cold. That did the trick. Both twins pulled on
their pajamas and ran out the door.

I was still lying there, although I had gotten out from under Jerry, and
the circulation had restarted in my leg, when Bill came in.

"Where're Pete 'n Pat?" he asked as he lifted Jerry from my bunk. He was
apparently now taking it for granted that Jerry would sleep with me every
night too.

"Roger," I answered.

"Oh," he said as he sat on the edge of my bunk in the place vacated by
Jerry.

Jerry had wrapped his arms and legs around his dad and had his head on his
dad's shoulder. Bill was rubbing Jerry's back gently as he seemed to do
every morning to help him wake up. I was still drowsy and not paying much
attention. Suddenly I felt Bill's other hand slide across my belly under
the covers. It continued under the waistband of my boxers until it reached
my piss hardon.  It then started sliding up and down my dick at the same
speed as his other hand moved around his son's back. Every third trip down
my dick the hand would go farther down and slide over my balls too.

I started waking up much more quickly. I put my hand on Bill's knee. He
swivelled around a little so that his right leg, bent at the knee, was
completely on the bunk. I slid my hand straight up to his crotch, under his
robe but still outside of his pajama pants. I felt around for the fly. I
could feel his balls and his hard dick inside the material of the pants,
but I couldn't get to them. Finally I found a small opening, just large
enough for me to slide my finger inside. I was touching pubic hair but that
was all.

"Just a sec," Bill said. He stood up, reached inside his robe, did
something which I couldn't see, and sat back down as he had been before.

I slid my hand back into his crotch, this time finding his hardon sticking
out of the fly. I started stroking it slowly. I felt his hand retrace it's
trail across my belly and continue the caressing motions on my dick and
balls.

"Feels good," I said.

"Yeah, does."

We had been doing it for two or three minutes when he said, "Just a little
faster."

I speeded up my stroking. Suddenly there was cum shooting up my arm. I was
very surprised since Jerry was still wrapped around him and he was still
slowly stroking Jerry's back. However, Jerry, his head on his dad's
shoulder, seemed oblivious to what we were doing.

After Bill came, I continued to hold his dick, rubbing it with my cum-slick
fingers instead of stroking it. He grasped my dick and began stroking it
instead of rubbing it as he had been doing before. I usually don't have
much interest in sex in the morning because the sensations seem dull in
comparison to what they are like at night, but something about the
situation with Jerry in the middle of it made it seem more exciting. I was
beginning to feel the warning sensations of an impending orgasm when Roger
and the twins exploded into the room. Bill's hand left my dick immediately,
and I pulled my hand out of his crotch and back under the covers. The noise
of their arrival also caused Jerry to raise his head. Bill went straight
from the middle of our sexual encounter to the beginning of the morning
rituals for the boys.

He herded them into the bathroom, giving me a look that told me he was
sorry to have abandoned me so close to cumming. As soon as they were all in
the bathroom and the door was closed, I jerked myself off using Bill's cum
as lube. I had to use my boxers to wipe up the cum and was just putting
them away when Bill and his sons emerged from the bathroom.

"It's all yours," he told me, so I went in to get cleaned up.

Christmas now being over, everyone seemed to be at loose ends. Bill made an
effort to get his boys and Roger outside to get some air and some exercise,
but the two girls had no interest in that and sat around the family room
with bored expressions on their faces. With the exception of Grandfather
and Tony, the adults didn't real like each other enough to put out the
effort necessary to keep a conversation going. Tony and Grandfather didn't
really like each other either, but they had Grandfather's opinions in
common and seemed willing to rehash them an infinite number of times. I
decided to join Bill and the boys.

We passed most of the day outside, finally coming in towards the end of the
afternoon. Roger collapsed in front of the fireplace, quickly joined by the
twins when they had gotten out of their coats. All three were asleep in
seconds. Jerry crawled into his dad's lap, looking as if he wouldn't be
conscious long either. Linda handed Bill a drink. The only light in the
room was coming from the Christmas tree and the fire. It was very warm and
cozy. I drifted off in my chair too, waking only when dinner was announced.

After dinner we watched tv. There was another series of Christmas specials
which all of the adults professed a strong interest in seeing. By that time
I think that they would have been content to watch a flower bloom if it
meant they didn't have to talk to each other.

We were only half way through the programs when Linda told Bill that he
could probably put the boys to bed early since they were practically asleep
already. He gathered them up and started them toward the stairs. Pat
carried Roger, who seemed too exhausted to move under his own power. I got
up and followed along, taking it for granted that I would help. Bill told
Linda that he'd be back down after they were settled.

Bill got his own clothes off, and then between us he and I got the clothes
off of the boys in a hurry. He herded them into the bathroom and straight
into the shower room. Roger continued to sleep on Pete's bunk, where Pat
had deposited him.

The routine was completely familiar to me now. I dried Jerry, who was
always bathed first. When Pat was being rinsed, Roger came into the shower
room and sat next to me with an expectant look on his face. Bill propelled
Pat toward me after he had had the lather rinsed off, and Roger and I dried
him. I was waiting to see if Roger would lick his genitals again, and I
could see Bill watching out of the corner of his eye. We weren't
disappointed. Bill and I caught each other's eye as Roger very carefully
licked Pat's small penis and ball sac. Roger repeated the process with
Pete.

I got undressed as Bill took the boys back into the bunk room and was
rinsing off the lather from my shower as he returned.

"Sorry about this morning," he said as he started to rub my already-hard
dick.

"Nothing else you could do," I said as I took hold of his.

"Least I shut the door so you could finish yourself off."

"Yeah, I noticed. Thanks."

Bill went down on his knees then and started sucking my dick. He licked my
crotch area, even holding up my leg so he could lick completely around my
balls. Then he stood up to let me do the same thing to him. I got him very
close to cumming and then stopped.

"I guess we're ok for a few more minutes," he said as he sank to his knees
again.

In practically no time at all he had me at the edge of an orgasm. I told
him, "Do it!" So he did, swallowing everything I gave him. We swapped
places quickly, and just as quickly he came in my mouth.

The last drop of cum hadn't left his dick more than a few seconds before he
was starting to get into his clothes. "I guess I better get back down
there," he said.

"I'm staying here. I'm tired," I told him.

He left a short while later, taking the chair he had used to bar the
door. I was trying to decide if I wanted to jerk off again, but in the end
I decided I didn't.  Instead I gathered up my clothes and went back into
the bunk room.

Roger and the twins were dead to the world. They had shed their pajamas,
leaving them on the floor, so I picked them up and laid them on a
chair. Roger seemed more thoroughly integrated into their pile of arms and
legs than he had been the night before.

I put my own dirty clothes away and found a pair of clean boxers. I was
just about to put them on when I noticed that Jerry was looking at me. I
put my elbows and chin on his bunk so my face was very close to his and
whispered, "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Waiting for you," he told me.

"How come?"

"Dad let me sleep in my underpants like you. I asked him to. Wanna see?"

Before I could answer him, he lifted up the covers and showed me that he
was wearing his white briefs.

"Yeah, I see," I said. "Won't you be cold without your pajamas?"

"Nope, we never wear 'em at home. Just here. Can I sleep in your bed?"

"You want to swap bunks?" I asked, smiling because we both knew that wasn't
what he wanted.

"No! I want to sleep with you!" he whispered forcefully.

"Sure, I guess so," I said.

He was down and into my bunk in a flash. Seeing him at eye level with my
dick reminded me that I was still holding my clean boxers. I started to put
them on.

"You ever sleep just naked?" he asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah, lots of times," he said. "Sometimes dad puts me to bed like that and
sometimes I just take my underpants off."

I didn't know what to say to that. I slid into the bunk next to him. He was
against the wall instead of on the outside as he had been the previous
nights. There wasn't a lot of room. He was practically on top of me by the
time we found a workable position.

"Want to sleep naked tonight?" he asked me.

"No, guess not," I said. It didn't actually make any difference to me, but
since I had put my boxers on, I didn't feel like taking them off again.

"Dad does all the time," he told me.

"He does?" I said, a half question. "How do you know?" I asked. I was
beginning to get an idea of where he was headed, and since I had wanted to
go there myself when I was his age, I decided to fight the urge to go to
sleep and to let him talk to me for a while.

"I get in bed with him and mom sometimes. He's got a real big one."

I almost said I knew it, but I caught myself in time. "Does he?"

"Sure does! And you know what?" he asked me.

"Shhh. You're getting too loud. You'll wake your brothers." I
whispered. Then I asked him, "What?"

"It can get really really big," he whispered back.

"How does it do that?" I asked, already pretty sure I knew the answer.

"If you touch it for a while that's what happens."

"Did you do that? I mean touch it?" I asked.

"Sure did! But I didn't know that would happen at first."

"What did your dad say?"

"He didn't know about it. He was asleep," he told me.

I was thinking how much like what I had done this was, except that he was
half my age when he did it. "You didn't wake him up, huh?" I asked.

"No, sure didn't. I did it a lot of times before he ever knew it."

"How did he find out you did it?"

"He woke up one time."

"Oh yeah? Did your mom wake up too?"

"She wasn't home."

"What happened then?"

"He asked me what I was doing," he said.

"What did you say," I asked.

"I told him I didn't know."

I thought that that was probably the truthful answer, that he really didn't
know what he was doing. I certainly hadn't. I had just known that I wanted
to do something. "What did he say?"

"He said I shouldn't be doing it."

"Were you still doing it after he woke up?"

"Yeah, kinda. But I stopped," he said. "I told him I was just making it get
big."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything. I said I just liked to touch it and feel it get
big."

"So you didn't do it any more after that, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did! He asked me about it. He was real surprised I was doing it
all that time before he knew it."

"I bet he was," I said, thinking how long I had played with my dad's dick
before he ever found out about it.

"And you know what?"

"What?" I asked.

"I just started touching it again while he was talking to me. He never said
to stop or anything!"

"That's wild!" I said.

"Well, he did say for me to stop after a while."

I fought the urge to ask if the reason his dad had told him to stop was
because he had cum. I settled for, "Why did he?", figuring if his dad had
cum, then Jerry would tell me enough details for me to know it, but if he
hadn't and Jerry didn't know about such things, I wouldn't be putting an
idea in his head.

"Dunno, he just said I maybe better stop so I did. I think he was 'fraid he
was gonna pee or something because it was leaking some," he told me. "That
happens to me sometimes if I wait too long to pee."

That answered all my questions about it. "So then what happened?"

"He told me I had to keep it a secret and it was real important."

"Did you?"

"Yeah, I did. You're the only one I ever told."

"It's ok you telling me, but you really really do have to keep it a secret,
ok?" I said.

"Yeah, I know. But I knew it was ok to tell you."

I wondered why, but I didn't want to ask. I didn't think he could have
heard anything that went on in the shower room or at least that he could
have made any sense of it. The room itself was too noisy with both showers
hitting the tile for almost any other sounds to carry.

There was a moment's silence, and then he continued, "You know what else?"

I had no idea, so I asked. "What?"

"He cuddled with me so we could go back to sleep and he touched mine while
I was going to sleep. It felt really really good!"

"Wow," I said.

"We only did that a couple of times since then. When mommy was gone."

"Did you go get in bed with him?" I asked.

"Yeah, I kinda made myself think about it so I would wake up. I can do
that, can you? Then I went and got in their bed."

I thought about my plan to force myself to wake up by drinking gallons of
water just before bed.  "No, I'm real hard to wake up."

"Me too mostly, but not when I think hard about it."

I thought we were finished talking and I was about to drift off to sleep
when he said, "Can I touch yours?"

Given that I had cum less than a half-hour before, I didn't think he would
get much reaction out of it, but I said, "Yeah, if you want to."

I felt his hand slide down my belly, under the waistband of my boxers,
across my pubic hair, and around my dick. As soon as he had a good grasp of
it, he started rubbing the head with thumb. If it had been even a few
minutes sooner, I wouldn't have been able to stand it.

"My dad's is bigger than yours," he told me.

"Yeah, I thought it was," I said.

"Do you think yours will get as big as his?"

"I dunno," I said.

"Do you think mine will?"

"Probably, you're his son. You'll probably be a whole lot like him."

"That would be really really great to have a big one like his," he said.

"Yeah, it would," I said.

He let go of mine and pulled his hand out, probably from lack of
encouragement on the part of my dick. "Want to feel mine?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

He rolled off of me so his back was flat against the wall and he was laying
on his side. Then he took my right hand and put it on his belly. Finally he
pulled out the waistband of his briefs so I could slide my hand under it,
which I did. His dick, when my fingers came into contact with it, was hard
as could be. I took hold of it with my thumb and middle finger and started
rubbing it up and down the back side very gently with my index finger.

"That feels good. That's what my dad did to it," he said.

"I can only do it a minute, ok? I am real tired."

"That's ok," he said.

I must have actually gone to sleep rubbing his dick for him.

To be continued.
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