Date: Mon, 02 Aug 1999 16:18:39 GMT
From: "Tim ." <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: "Me and Dad, part 3" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 3

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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We woke up to the alarm on Monday morning. I was disoriented because until
then someone, previously my dad but since the divorce my mom, had always
told me in a gentle voice that it was time to get up. I was totally
unprepared for the harsh buzz of the alarm clock. It must have shown,
because dad laughed at me. He was standing beside the bed with a piss hardon
holding out his hand to pull me out of the bed. He jerked me to my feet and
propelled me into the bathroom. After that it was chaos. We weren't used to
sharing a bathroom. We each had our own patterns of activity, which
conflicted with the other's. Trying to empty our bladders at the same time
may have given my dad his first inkling that there might be problems. I was
still in a daze from the unpleasant way in which I had been waked up. Then I
tried to brush my teeth while my dad shaved, but there was only one sink. I
bumped into him when I straightened up, causing him to gash his cheek. At
that point he shoved me into the shower and told me to stay there until he
was finished even if I was done washing myself. It was the first time I had
ever rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth from the shower head.

I dressed while he showered. Then, still naked, he fixed my breakfast before
he went to dress. We were in more familiar territory here since he and I had
always had breakfast together before the divorce. Of course at home he had
never been naked. Later when I thought about that morning, I considered it a
definite improvement.

He came back fully dressed a few minutes later to have his coffee and the
toast I had fixed for him. He said we either needed to set up a bathroom
schedule or get up a few minutes earlier. Since I usually woke up slowly,
even when I was not jerked from sleep by a buzzer, I was just then reaching
full consciousness. I opted for the schedule. I told him the order I did
things in didn't matter much since I hardly knew what I was doing for the
first 15 minutes after I got up anyhow.

He said, "No lie," and laughed at me

After he dropped me off at school, I fell into my regular routine. Except
that the vision of his hardon, the first thing I had seen when I opened my
eyes that morning, would appear in my mind from time to time, causing me to
get a hardon of my own. I slid my hand in my pocket to squeeze it so many
times that Chris, my best friend who sat next to me, noticed it.

At lunch he said to me, "You been playing with your dick all morning. What's
going on? If old lady Moseley catches you doing that, she'll probably break
it off." Mrs. Moseley taught our first class after lunch. Everyone believed
her to be over eighty years old, which couldn't have been true. She often
said boys were inherently evil and doled out huge punishments for small
infractions. She was also very fond of holding you by the ear as she told
you what your fate would be. I could see her in my mind's eye reaching out
and snapping off my hard dick like a twig from a tree branch.

I said, "I don't know. I kept getting hard."

He said, "Probably comes from being around your dad all weekend." Chris was
my dad's biggest fan. He thought dad oozed sex appeal. One time he said,
"Man, if I looked like him, I could make a million bucks in Hollywood." He
also told me that every time my dad looked at him, he got a hardon.

"Yeah, right," I said. I never admitted I was just as turned on by my dad as
he was. It was the only secret of a sexual nature that I hadn't shared with
Chris.

"Go jerk off before the bell rings," he said, "and don't forget to put it in
the book." Chris had gotten the idea that we should both keep sex diaries
and compare the number of times we jerked off and the places where we did
it. His original plan also included the number of times we got hard, but we
abandoned that as impossible early on. We left out the many times we jerked
each other off and the few times we had experimented with sucking each other
since we did those together and had nothing to compare. The diary was
supposed to contain accounts of our sexual experiences with other people
too, but up to the previous Friday, neither of us had ever had any except
with each other, which we had agreed to omit. I was planning on listing my
experiences with my dad as "jerked off alone."

I survived Mrs. Moseley's scrutiny thanks to a quick relief session in a
toilet stall while Chris did lookout duty for me. That turned Chris on so
much that we changed places and I did lookout for him. We agreed that since
we both had been there, we didn't need to enter it in the book.

After school, I had to make my way to dad's apartment. Usually I traveled
back and forth to school in a car pool, but dad's apartment wasn't even in
the same school district as my mom's house. If he had had custody, I would
have been going to a different school. It took me nearly an hour and a half
on two busses to get there. Then I rushed through my homework so I could go
with him to the gym when he got off work. He had started working out two
nights a week almost as soon as he moved out of the house. He called before
he left work to find out if I was going. He told me to wait inside the door
of his apartment building until he got there, which I would have done anyhow
since it was cold.

The place he went to work out wasn't actually a gym because it had all sorts
of facilities. There were lots of different machines, an indoor running
track, a swimming pool, a hot tub, a steam room, and a sauna. There were
also some guys who helped you plan a workout and showed you how to use the
machines. It was actually called "The Clubhouse" but my dad called it the
gym, so I did the same.

I was the only kid there. The rest of the people fell into three groups,
guys like my dad who were in good shape and were trying to stay that way,
guys who were trying to build the biggest muscles ever seen on a human
being, and overweight guys who were trying not to die while they went
through a prescribed exercise routine. When my dad signed me in as a guest,
Bob, one of the trainers he had gotten to be friendly with, offered to show
me around. Bob was showing me the machines and explaining that you could use
them to target and develop particular muscle groups. One of the overweight
guys on the nearest machine said it was more like you could target a
particular place on your body and cause excruciating pain to hit you in that
very spot. We all laughed at that, and Bob said there was some truth to it
too.

We went through a door that said "Locker Room--Men Only" and down a stairway
to the lower floor. This was where the swimming pool was located. I noticed
right away that nobody was wearing a suit. I asked Bob about that, and he
told me that the reason was the pool filter system functioned more
efficiently if it didn't have to cope with lint. He also told me that it
wasn't necessary to wear anything anywhere on the lower floor because only
men were allowed there. After he showed me the other facilities on that
floor, we ended up at my dad's locker. Bob asked me what I wanted to do. I
told him I thought I would just swim for a while. He said he would tell my
dad where to find me. He showed me where to get a towel and left.

My dad had given me the combination to his locker, so I opened it and
started putting my clothes in as I took them off. I wasn't in a hurry to get
done for two reasons. First, I was afraid I would get a hardon once I was
naked. Second, I could see into the shower room and down several aisles of
lockers from where I stood, which gave me a clear view of over a dozen naked
men with others in street clothes coming in all the time. If I had thought
about it a little more, I would probably have chosen to work out on the
machines or run the track because I could have done that in shorts. But I
answered without thinking and now I felt stuck to use the pool because Bob
had said he would tell my dad where to find me.

I was sitting on the bench taking off my shoes and socks when a guy showed
up who had a locker straight across from my dad's. He smiled and said hello.
He was pretty good looking with blond hair and brown eyes. He was getting
undressed quickly, whereas I was not moving fast at all, so he was naked to
the waist and had his shoes and socks off before I was even done with my
second shoe. He asked me if that wasn't my dad's locker, naming him. I said
it was and that I was his son, giving him my name. He stuck out his hand and
introduced himself as Todd. It was the first time I had ever shaken hands
with a naked man. I stood up to do it, which I should have done anyhow, but
my reason was that sitting I was at eye level with his crotch and I wanted
to avoid staring at it. His dick looked about the same size as my dad's when
it's "normal" size, but he was cut. He didn't have much hair on his chest,
but his arms and legs were fuzzy with blond hair that turned brown from his
inner thighs up through his treasure trail.

He assumed I was visiting the gym with my dad and asked what I was planning
on doing. I told him swimming, and he said that was what he was going to do
as well. That explained why he had locked his locker without taking anything
out. I realized after a minute that he was waiting for me to finish
undressing, so I did quickly. I was afraid of getting a hardon and I was
very aware of my dick. But when I pulled my briefs down, I discovered that I
was having the opposite experience, because my dick had shrunken up to a
small knob. Only the head actually showed. I saw Todd take a quick peek at
it when I stood up. I think I was more embarrassed by its small size than I
would have been if I had had a hardon.

Todd told me that they liked you to take a quick shower before getting in
the pool, so he led the way into the shower room and I followed him. It was
taking all of my self control not to swivel my head and stare at all of the
naked men, but I did sneak quite a few peeks. There was a real assortment of
body shapes, body hair patterns, hair colors, and of course dicks. After the
shower, we grabbed towels. Todd dried his face but said there was no point
in drying the rest. I agreed and did the same.

There hadn't been but a few people in the pool when I came through there
with Bob, but now it was full, which is to say that there was a swimmer in
each lane. Everyone was swimming laps, which wasn't what I had been thinking
about doing. I was just thinking about playing around in the pool as people
do for entertainment, not swimming seriously for the exercise. I could swim
pretty well, but I wasn't as good as these guys and I really didn't want to
take up a lane while someone else was waiting. There were enough guys
standing around waiting for a lane that I decided I could probably avoid
getting in the pool at all.

In the end that was what happened. Todd tried to get me to take a lane while
he waited, but I refused, so he was in the pool when dad came looking for
me. He asked me if I had had a good swim, and I told him I hadn't gotten a
turn in the pool yet. He said there was a lot of competition for the pool,
which was why he generally avoided it. I walked with him back to his locker
and waited while he took off his sweaty workout clothes. He said he wanted
to sit in the hot tub for a while before he took a shower, so I said I would
do that too. The hot tub was between the pool and showers at one end of the
locker room. The steam room and the sauna were set up like that too, so you
could go to the pool or the showers from each of them.

The water felt very hot, almost too hot as I walked down the steps into the
big hot tub. When I lowered my body into it, I was sure I was being scalded.
My dad, on the other hand, just sighed, laid back, and closed his eyes as
the jets forced the water over him. I looked up and realized that I had a
clear view into the showers. And what was better, I could stare straight in
that direction without anyone really noticing it. I watched quite a few men
take their showers. Each one seemed to take particular care washing his dick
and balls, and dicks were invariably longer after the shower than before.

There was a clock on the wall with a notice under it telling you not to stay
in the hot water more than fifteen minutes. We had been in about ten when
Todd settled in on the bench beside me. He and dad said hello and talked
about me and my visit a little, in the way that people do when they are just
socializing and are pretty sure what they are saying is not news to the
listener. Then they went on to talking about workouts and other things. I
was alternately watching the clock and the men in the shower. When fifteen
minutes had passed, I told my dad. He said it wasn't a good idea to be in
the hot water too long, so he sat up on the side leaving his feet in the
water, which other guys in the tub had been doing. I did the same. I saw
that his dick had gotten longer from the water, as had mine. Since I wasn't
in the conversation, I could watch both him and Todd without either one
looking directly at me. I saw Todd's eyes go to my dad's dick periodically
and then back to his face.

I wondered if we were going to sit there for long. After about ten minutes
my dad eased himself back down in the water, so I did the same. Todd sat up
on the side with just his feet in the water. His dick had grown from the
heat too. I continued to watch them as they talked. My dad's eyes went
periodically to Todd's dick, just as Todd's had to his. Mine would go to his
dick every time I looked at him. I saw after a few minutes that he had
noticed it because when my eyes would go up from his dick to his face, he
would be looking at me. After a few minutes he raised his leg on the side
toward me, put his foot on the rim of the tub, and used his knee as a rest
for his hands and chin. It aimed his dick a little more towards me and gave
me an unobstructed view. He sat that way until dad said he thought he had
all the heat he could take, and then Todd slipped back down into the tub.
Before I stood up, I had to feel my dick under the water to see if it was
hard because it was impossible for me to tell what state it was in.

I thought we would go straight to the showers, but instead dad sat on the
side again to cool off. He told me that I would keep right on sweating even
after the shower if I wasn't cooler before I went in. So I sat there as well
and watched Todd's eyes move to my dick whenever he looked toward me just as
they moved to my dad's when he looked toward him. I thought about getting
into the position Todd had used so he could see mine better, but I decided
that if I did, I would definitely get hard, so that ended it.

My dad finally decided we were sufficiently cooled off to shower. He asked
Todd if he would like to go with us to get something to eat, but Todd said
he wanted to get in another swim. I couldn't decide if I was pleased or not
that he didn't accept my dad's invitation. We both took cool showers which
we made hotter as we finished, according to my dad's directions. I noticed
that all of the guys in the shower stole quick peeks at the other men.

We lounged on the locker bench for a little while to cool down some more
after our shower. Then  we got dressed and left. Dad let me decide what we
would eat, so I chose pizza since it would get us home sooner. I had had his
dick on my mind all day, and I was getting anxious to touch it.

We had our dinner naked on the sofa watching tv, the first time we had eaten
there. It was a chancy thing, a new sofa and a sauce-covered pizza, but we
did it. Then we cuddled. Instead of crawling into my usual position with my
head on dad's shoulder, I burrowed under his right leg.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked as I raised his leg by crawling under it.

Instead of answering him, I just grinned. I crawled over his left leg until
my right elbow was resting on the arm of the sofa and I was almost face to
face with him. My legs were still under his right leg, so I slid the left
one out and put it on top of his. I wrapped my feet around each other and
pulled his leg towards my crotch. At the same time I was sliding my hips
toward his crotch. It worked almost as I had planned so that my dick,
already hard, was pressed against his pubic hair right above the base of his
dick. I had wanted it to be dick to dick, so I pulled my hips back and
reached between us to pull his dick and balls up.

"Careful, careful," he said.

"I am," I told him.

I slid my hip back against his crotch and laid his dick and balls on my top
of mine. His dick stayed its "normal" size while I did this, but once it
came to rest against mine, it started to harden. I asked him to bend his
left leg so I could lean back against it and he did. He also pressed his
right thigh firmly against my perineum.

"You can't see the tv like that," he said. I was facing him with my back to
it.

"I don't care," I told him.

I started to run my hands through his chest hair. It was much silkier that
it had felt on Saturday night. I guessed it was the hot tub that had
softened it, because my skin felt cleaner and smoother too. His dick was
fully hard and sticking up between us by this time. Chris and I had always
played "cum as fast as you can and then do it again as soon as you can." I
was catching on that you didn't have to rush to the big event to get and
give pleasure. I proceeded to do the exciting things to his nipples that he
had done to mine In a short time, precum began to form at the tip of his
dick. I took a drop of it and rubbed it gently in a circle around the
aureole of his nipple. The point became even harder.

He slid his left hand behind my head and rubbed around the base and up the
back of my neck very lightly. At the same time he put his right hand on my
hip and started sliding it slowly up and down the side of my leg. His palm
was flat on my leg and hip, but his thumb traced the inside of my thigh
where it was pressed against his, traveled up over my balls, and barely
touched the side of my dick all the way to the head. My dick twitched
against his as he did it.

He moved his hand from the back of my head to the side. I felt his thumb
trace the outline of my ear and got a feeling so intense that I actually
shivered. His other hand was moving slowly up my side towards my armpit, an
area I could hardly stand to have touched because I was so ticklish. But the
sensations I was getting from his hand were quite different from tickling
and added to the overall intensity of feeling which was causing my dick to
throb.

I moved my hand to his face and started to trace a fingertip around his
features. All the while we were staring into each other's eyes and I was
mesmerized by the intense clear blue of his. I traced each eyebrow from the
center outward. I touched his cheekbones. I slid my fingertip down the ridge
of his nose. I traced the outline of his mouth. I drew my finger across his
closed lips, and he opened them, so I slid it in. He licked the tip. The
sensation shot to my groin along with all the others I was experiencing.

When I took my finger out of his mouth, he looked down toward our two dicks
touching each other. He had been oozing precum continuously, so it had run
down his dick and gotten on mine too. He started rubbing his precum on my
dick, jerking it with his thumb and two fingers. I was so ready that it only
took a minute for me to cum. My whole body jerked as I came. I shot all over
both our chests and bellies. That last of it dripped into his pubic hair.

I resisted the urge to grab his dick and stroke it. Instead, I pulled the
foreskin back from the head and ran my finger around and around, using the
slick precum as lubricant. I wiped up some of my cum on a fingertip and used
that as well. Finally, I asked him if he was ready and he said yes. I
grasped his dick below the head and started sliding the foreskin up and down
over the head, squeezing very gently. He came quickly, adding his much
larger load to what I had already shot onto our bellies and chests. When he
was finished, he pulled me towards him and I pressed my chest against his.
We held each other for a few minutes in that position. Then he said we
couldn't take the chance of falling asleep there, so we went into the
bathroom and cleaned each other up. In bed a short time later we got into
our regular position with him behind me and pressing against my back.
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