Date: Wed, 27 Oct 1999 13:19:53 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 22" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 22
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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In the morning I woke up on my own, probably from the anticipation of
getting away from there that day. The three boys were still asleep, but I
could see that Roger's eyes were open. He was a very strange puppy. He
seemed to be able to go long stretches between trips to the outdoors to
relieve himself. There also seemed to be some sort of deepening telepathic
connection between him and the twins which had manifested itself in various
ways since Christmas morning. The most regular sign of this connection was
Pete or sometimes Pat suddenly jumping up in the middle of what he was
doing and taking Roger outside. On one of these occasions his mother asked
Pete where he was going, and he told her, "Taking Roger out."

Since it hadn't been but a few minutes since the last time Roger was out,
she asked, "How do you know he has to go again so soon?"

"He does," was all the answer she got.

Several of the adults walked to the window to see if that was true. The
pool that had been started Christmas morning on the time of Roger's first
accident hadn't yet been won, so everyone had an unusually high interest in
Roger's bowel movements. Also the level of boredom was such that even
watching a dog squat in the yard had some entertainment value.

"Darned if he didn't have to go again," Bill said.

Pete returned with Roger and resumed playing a board game with his
brother. Roger watched as if he understood each move, finally drifting off
to sleep a few minutes later. Since the twins were seldom in one place for
very long, Roger had a hard time getting in the amount of sleep a puppy
needs, so he had to take advantage of every opportunity.

That Wednesday morning he and I stared at each other for a few minutes as I
worked at achieving something resembling full consciousness. Suddenly both
of the twins woke up simultaneously.  Roger jumped down to the floor and
the twins were out of bed right behind him. I realized they were heading
out the door, so I said, "Hey guys, pajamas!"

Pete looked at Roger, who sat down, apparently having decided he could wait
the time it took for the twins to get dressed. They had just pulled their
still-buttoned pajama shirts over their heads when Bill opened the door and
started to come in. They met in the doorway, Bill finally backing up to let
the threesome out.

Jerry was already stirring when Bill came over to our bunk. He had
apparently awakened when I told the twins to put their pajamas on, because
about the time Roger sat down, I felt Jerry's hand slide down my belly and
grab my piss hardon. He was still pressed against my side, although I don't
think he slept in that one position all night.

Bill sat on the side of the bunk, his knee pressed against my side. I
decided there was no reason to wait, so I slid my hand up his leg under his
robe to find his half-hard dick sticking out of his fly. I started rubbing
it right away and was rewarded by feeling it lengthen and thicken in my
hand. Meanwhile, Bill was stroking Jerry's hair. He said, very quietly,
"Hey sport, time to get up."

Jerry then surprised me by letting go of my dick and crawling across me to
get to his dad. In doing so, he shoved all of the covers down to my knees,
leaving me lying there with a hardon sticking up my belly. He also pulled
his dad's robe open as he crawled up into his arms to wrap his own arms and
legs around him. Since I didn't expect that and wasn't thinking all that
fast anyhow, I didn't even try to pull my hand back from Bill's dick until
after Jerry was already settled against his dad. I decided that Jerry had
already seen everything there was to see, so there was no point in stopping
then. I continued to stroke Bill.

Bill reached down and pulled the covers over me. As soon as they were in
place, he slid his hand under them and immediately started stroking my
dick. Again Bill was rubbing his son's back and butt at the same pace with
which he was stroking my dick. I also realized that I had a perfect view of
Jerry's little pink asshole because of the way his cheeks were spread. I
didn't think there was much chance that I would be able to cum before the
twins and Roger returned, but Bill had no problem shooting into my hand in
a very short time.

After he came, he said, "Too bad this is your last day."

"Yeah, for some things," I replied. Then I added, "I don't think that's
gonna work."

Bill took his hand off of my dick and laughed softly. "Just not a morning
person, huh? You and Jerry make a good team that way."

"Other ways too," I said, not really meaning it the way it came out.

But he took it that way. "Yeah, I guessed he'd get you to play one way or
another. He can be pretty determined about some things. He half told me he
was going to try, but I don't think he knew he was telling me that. I
suppose he told you we've played some too?"

"Yeah, he did. But I'm cool with it. No problem," I said.

"I had a feeling you'd be that way about it. Thanks."

"Hey, no problem, really," I said, wondering why he thought that. Memories
of him and my dad at the bachelor party came to mind, but I decided it
wasn't possible that he could know about us.  Roger and the twins returned
then, ending our conversation.

Once I was up and dressed, I couldn't wait to leave. I had my bag packed
and ready before I even went down to breakfast. I stuck my head in my mom's
room to ask her what time we'd leave, but she had already gone down to
breakfast. However, her bag was packed too and sitting by the door. I knew
it wouldn't be long.

Somehow she and I made it through breakfast, but I could see that she was
tense with the desire to leave and the hope that she could do it without
hurting Grandmother's feelings. After a while she caught me watching her
and gave me a conspiratorial wink, which I returned. She said to me, "You'd
better get your things together after breakfast," as a way of bringing up
the subject of our leaving.

"I'm already packed," I replied.

Grandfather heard this interchange and asked my mom why she was in such a
hurry. She told him that there was the drive and then she had to do some
laundry for me before she took me to my dad's. He told her that if she had
planned properly, she could have done my laundry the day before and then
been able to stay most of the day. She apologized to him for not having
planned it better, but I was fairly sure that she had planned it just this
way. My mom was never one to overlook things.

In the car, I told her I was glad to be going home. She said she was
too. Then she added that this was the hardest Christmas she had ever been
through. She didn't say it was because my dad wasn't there, but I knew that
was the reason. I learned later that in spite of Grandfather's best
efforts, they had managed to stay friends throughout their marriage, except
for the time right around the divorce, and that she had truly missed his
being there to help her through this holiday season.

When we got home, I emptied my suitcase of dirty clothes and filled it with
clean ones in just a few minutes. Then I gathered up the presents I had for
my dad's family and went downstairs.

"I had plenty of clean clothes," I told my mom.

"I knew you did," she said, smiling.

"Oh," I said, knowing then just how far she had gone to get us away from
Grandfather's as early as she did.

"I'm going to call your dad and tell him I'll bring you to your
grandparents' house instead of him coming to get you," she said.

That surprised me, but not as much as the bags of presents she packed into
the car to take with us. When we got to my grandparents' house, she told
them that she only meant to stay a minute.  They never let her leave. And
truth be told, she didn't seem very anxious to leave either. The minute
stretched into her having a drink before she left. That turned into a
second drink when Terry and Eileen arrived with their kids. It became
dinner when Gramom told her she had already set her a place. And after
dinner we had a second Christmas as I gave out the gifts I had brought and
received the ones that had been waiting there for me. Dad had waited to
open his gifts so he could do it with me. It turned out that mom had gifts
for everyone too, which she brought in from the car, and there were gifts
for her under the tree as well.

I had had good luck with my shopping, so dad got two gifts which surprised
him. One was a clear plastic cook's apron. He gave me a look when he saw it
because he knew exactly what I had had in mind when I picked it out. I also
gave him a pair of silk boxer shorts, which Gramom had actually bought for
me because they were too expensive for me to afford. When he pulled them
out of the box, my mom got this funny look on her face and asked him, "Do
you remember . . .?"

She never got to finish her question, because he answered while she was
still talking, "I sure do!"

The two of them laughed so hard that the tears ran down their
faces. Everyone else just stared at them, me included even though I knew
what they were laughing about. My dad told me later that I had an evil
mind. I told him I had come by it honestly.

When the party broke up, everyone hugged and kissed everyone else. Gramom
told my mom, "Now don't be a stranger!", and my mom said she
wouldn't. Eileen and mom had talked a lot during the evening, and as she
left mom asked her to meet for lunch the next day, naming a time and
place. Last of all before she left, Granpop hugged her and told her he was
glad she had decided to stay part of the family. She was pretty misty-eyed
when she told him she was glad they still wanted her in it. That was as
much as anybody could take, so we all left.

At dad's apartment We both got out of our clothes and I started the
shower. I had a hardon even before I got out of my clothes and, very
unusual for him, so did he. He gave me a hug before we got in, saying, "I
missed you, you jerk. Silk boxers!"

I hugged him back. "I missed you too. I got a lot of stuff to tell you."

"So do I," he said, breaking the hug and pushing me into the shower.

His hard dick felt so familiar pressed against my back and the top of my
crack, and his hands felt just right as he washed and caressed my dick and
balls. For the first time I can ever remember, I was in no danger of
cumming too quickly. I had been looking forward to a long slow buildup for
days, and dad didn't disappoint me.

When my turn to wash him came, I had to force myself to keep my hands off
of his dick. I had gotten in such a habit of stroking Bill to a quick
orgasm that it took a conscious effort not to do that to my dad. I learned
to appreciate the feel of his dick in my hands again, playing as much with
his foreskin as I could with my arms wrapped around him. By the time it
mattered, I had gotten myself so much under control that he didn't even
have to warn me not to go too far.

When we got in bed, there was a small wrestling match as each of us tried
to put the other into a prone position so he could be ministered
too. Selfishly I said, "Please let me go first!" So he did, rolling onto
his back and spreading his legs, completely available to me.

I took advantage of my chance too. I kissed him first, sliding my tongue
into his mouth. His followed mine back into my mouth. Back and forth they
went as I rubbed his nipples with my fingers.

When I broke the kiss, I told him, "You're allowed to use your hands, ya
know!"

By way of an answer, he grabbed my left butt cheek, one finger pressing
dead center on my asshole, and started rubbing the ball of his thumb over
my right nipple. I almost lost it, thinking that it might have been better
to give in after all, but deciding in the end to go on as I had started.

I replaced my fingers on his nipple with my lips and tongue. When it got
very hard, I switched to the other nipple. I went back and forth,
alternately licking the nipple wet and blowing it cold. At the same time, I
ran my finger gently all over and around his balls.

I moved lower, forcing him to let go of my butt. That was very hard to do
since he had begun rubbing my asshole lightly with his fingertip and I
didn't want him to stop. I moved over his dick, blowing on it as my mouth
passed it but not touching it otherwise. It tried to rise to my mouth as my
breath caressed it, but I stayed just out of its reach and left it bobbing
in the air over his pubic bush. There was already a pool of precum on his
belly, and as I watched, a shiny drop fell from the head of his dick into
that pool, trailing a long thin shiny cord behind it that kept it connected
to the slit it had issued from. I gathered as much as would stay on my
fingertip from that pool and rubbed it around on the sensitive spot just
behind his balls. The combination of that and my breath on his dick had him
quivering.

I crawled between his legs and slid my hands behind each of his knees,
raising them until they were over his chest. I asked him to hold them
there. I took one of the pillows and folded it in half, shoving it between
his butt and the bed. Then I started to lick his balls, down his perineum,
and around his asshole without touching the hole itself. I alternated
licking and blowing again, causing him to shiver periodically.

When I thought he couldn't stand it any longer, I wet my tongue thoroughly
and dragged the tip lightly across his asshole. He let out a loud moan and
nearly closed his legs, so I knew I had gotten the effect I was after. I
continued to work on his asshole with my tongue after that, alternately
licking and blowing at first and then just licking and stabbing my tongue
straight into it.

When I pulled the pillow out from under him and let him lower his legs, I
saw that he had a river of precum beginning at the original pool under the
head of his dick and running to and through another pool in his navel,
finally ending in the hair on his lower chest like a stream disappearing
into the sand. I dragged my wet tongue slowly up the back of his dick,
starting at his balls but stopping just below the edge of the head where it
showed through his foreskin. His dick responded by trying to stand up
against my tongue, but I kept moving back so that it couldn't create much
pressure. I teased the shaft in that same way on as many sides as I could
reach without touching his dick with anything besides my tongue.

He drew his breath in so sharply when my tongue first touched the
foreskin-covered head of his dick that I thought he was beginning to cum. I
had a moment of indecision when I didn't know whether to dive on his dick
and stimulate him through his orgasm with my tongue and throat or to
withdraw completely and give him a chance to regain control. I noticed that
both of his hands were balled tight into fists clenching handfuls of sheet
and his back was slightly arched, so I decided he could control it. I
waited and watched.

A few seconds later he lowered his back to the bed. He had regained
control, but just barely. A gush of precum came out of his dick, followed
by a steady flow at a quicker rate than before.

"I think we better switch now," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed as I laid down beside him.

"Looks like you've had a few lessons over Christmas on how to drive a guy
crazy in bed," he said with a husky voice.

"Yeah, man, lots of that. Wait 'til you hear," I replied, thinking of the
two to three minutes it took to make Bill cum.

"I dunno if I can measure up, but I'm sure gonna give it a try," he said as
he pressed his mouth against mine. After a few seconds I felt his finger
tracing the head of my dick, and from the slickness I knew he had dipped it
in his precum.

Still kissing me with his tongue deep in my mouth, he began sliding his
fingertip around and across my nipples, again lubricated with his
precum. He had me writhing on the bed in no time.

He upped the ante when his mouth got to my nipples by using his wet finger
on one and his tongue on the other, alternating every thirty seconds or
so. I grabbed his dick, but he hissed at me, "Careful! Careful!" I let it
go, licking the precum I wiped off of the head from my fingers.

Instead of skipping across my belly, he pressed his open mouth against me
in seemingly random places and tickled me with the tip of his tongue. But
the sensations were actually erotic, not tickling at all, and each one
shoot straight to my balls.

He did skip my dick, as I had his, and he lifted my knees as he moved
between my legs. I hooked my hands behind them and pulled them back almost
to my chest. I could see my dick bobbing in the air with each beat of my
heart. I felt him shove a pillow under me to raise me higher and give me
support. Then I saw his tongue moving toward my balls and felt it make
contact. They were already so tight that he was practically licking flat
skin. At the same time he began rubbing and pressing against that spot
right behind my balls that increased the intensity of the feelings he was
creating elsewhere.

Next he nibbled and licked his way down my perineum toward my asshole,
skirting it rather than actually arriving there. If my hole could have
reached out and grabbed his tongue, it would have.  He circled it with his
tongue and added the new sensation of dragging his stubbled chin or cheek
against my leg lightly for just a few seconds.

When he first touched the hole itself with his tongue, I thought I would
cum. My dick got so hard that it quit bobbing and just pointed at my
face. I was so close that I thought there was no possibility that I
wouldn't have an orgasm then, shooting cum straight at my face. But somehow
it didn't happen, and I moved to another level of excitement instead.

He licked and nibbled my asshole, switching to stabbing his tongue into it
after a minute or so. It was taking all of my will power to stay still. The
stabbing became rhythmic, and I thought it was still his tongue doing it
until I felt it being dragged slowly across my balls. I realized he had
replaced it with his finger. Just as I figured that out, the finger slid
straight into me, moving slowly inside. Again I thought I would cum, but
again I didn't.

His finger reached its goal at my prostate as he started licking up the
back of my dick. He was careful, staying away from the head. I felt
something else, probably his thumb, pushing against the spot behind my
balls. Between the pressure of that thumb and the finger inside of me, I
felt like the head of my dick was being massaged even though my dick head
itself wasn't being touched. I had never been so excited.

He continued licking the shaft of my dick and squeezing it with his lips,
staying below the head. I could feel the pressure building up inside of
me. I got the warning signs of an impending orgasm, but they were coming
more slowly than usual. It was a new experience. I told him, "I'm going to
cum!" but he answered me, "Not yet you're not!"

And I didn't. What he was doing with his finger and thumb kept moving me
closer and closer, but never before was that movement as slow as it was
this time. I was getting wave after wave of the feeling that usually
preceded an orgasm, but previously there had only been one such wave before
the final flood. I expected to cum as each wave passed, but I didn't.

Then I felt his tongue touch the head of my dick as he pulled his finger
out from inside of me. I know I yelled, "No!" I didn't want it to leave
me. But as he took the head of my dick into his mouth and began to circle
it with his tongue, I felt his finger slide back into me and resume the
coordinated squeezing with his thumb. This time the wave of pleasure truly
was a forerunner for the orgasm following it. He had to hold me down on the
bed with his other hand as he took my whole dick into his mouth and I shot
down his throat. I came and came in a glow of pleasure as intense as any I
had ever felt.

I stayed as I was, knees pressed against my chest, until the last shudder
of afterglow was gone.  Then he pulled the pillow out from under me and
told me to let my legs down. As I did, he slid his finger out of my
asshole. I missed it and wanted it back, simply because I felt empty when
it was gone. Then he kissed me, letting me taste my cum in his mouth.

We laid like that for a short time while I got enough energy back to begin
on him again. He told me as I moved, "I'm still close. Just got for it." So
I went straight to his dick. He was hard and pulsing, precum still oozing
out. I realized I had a large wet spot on my side where his dick had been
rubbing against me. His dick was also wet and a new pool was forming on his
belly. I started licking the foreskin-covered head gently and was rewarded
with another drop of precum. I was trying to decide what would give him the
most pleasure and what would make it last the longest.

I slid my fingers around on his balls, which were as tight as I had ever
seen them. I held his dick at the very bottom so that I could make it stand
up straight as I pushed the tip of my tongue into the slit on the end. Then
I slid the tip of my tongue in circles around the head inside the open end
of the foreskin. I pulled his foreskin back slowly as my tongue followed
the edge of it along the newly-exposed skin of the head. I also slid my
fingers behind his balls and began rubbing that special spot right at the
back. The flow of precum was continuous.

When I had exposed the whole head of his dick, I closed my lips around it
and took as much of the shaft into my mouth as I could. I moved up and
down, keeping my lips loose so I wouldn't give it too much stimulation. He
began to moan. I started pressing my tongue against the back of the head
each time it reached my lips.

I didn't know how much longer he could stand what I was doing, but I didn't
want him to go over the edge by surprise and have to make any effort to
stop it. On the next downstroke of my mouth, I kept pushing. I felt the
head of his dick strike the back of my throat. I kept pushing, feeling it
slide into my throat. He let out a loud moan. I moved my head up and down
in a short arc, keeping the head of his dick in my throat so that the slick
soft membranes of my throat caressed it. I was determined to do that until
he came or I passed out from lack of air, whichever happened first. Then I
felt his dick swell and I knew what the outcome would be. I pulled back so
I could use my tongue on his dick as he came. He had an intense orgasm, so
intense that for once I also had to hold him down to keep his hips from
bucking.

When his dick finally began to shrink in my mouth, I let it go and moved to
kiss him and share the taste of his cum with him. He was clearly ready for
sleep. And so was I. I rolled over, pressing my back against his side. I
felt him roll onto his side, pressing his chest, belly, and crotch against
my back and drawing up his legs against mine. The last thing I felt before
I drifted off to sleep was his hand sliding over my side, down my belly,
and across my dick and balls to
cup them protectively. It was still my favorite way to sleep.

To be continued.
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